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wifeofsnowbaird · 4 months

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can you do a Tom Blyth x reader where they are filming like a romcom or something and they fall in love over the course of filming? i was thinking fluff but i would not be upset if it somehow ended up with some smut in their trailer ;) , just follow your heart!! lots of love ❤️

ofc! I’m absolutely shitty at smut tho i might try with this one but idk so fluff it is❤️ it’s gonna have 3 parts bc it’s definitely gonna need more than a short post!

this first part isnt really when they're filming i just wanted Tom to have a slight crush after seeing ur story and wanted a small scene with Rachel and Josh!

So long I've been out in the rain and snow.

But the winter's come and gone, and a little bird told me so.

Part 1/Part 2/

(Tom Blyth x actress!reader)

summary: you and Tom meet for the first time while Josh is in the middle of the livestream. It's become the new famous ship of the internet.

You were one of the newest actresses in Hollywood and luckily you managed to grab a role with one of the most famous actors right now, Tom Blyth.

Ever since he starred in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, people have been thirsting for him like he was water.

You wouldn't lie, you were one of them, but you two were supposed to meet in a coffee shop, reciting your lines and you were late.

" Oh you're [Name] [Last name], nice to meet you! Sorry, my friends decided to follow me here. "

Tom grinned, blue eyes twinkling in the sunlight, an apology gleaming in his pupils.

"No worries, it's fine! I'm so sorry I'm late, it was just traffic!"

" Don't worry, I'm just glad you made it!"

You took in a deep breath and extended your arm for a handshake. Surprisingly, he hugged you instead. You met the two 'friends' who are actually fucking Josh Rivera and Rachel Zegler who were seemingly livestreaming on Instagram.

" And here is the new couple! Say hi, you two love birds!"

Tom rolled his eyes before letting you go to tell Josh off.

" We aren't dating, we actually just met."

Josh turned, confused for a second before gazing at Tom's phone that was left on his chair.

"Wait, seriously? Didn't you see a post of her being your new co-star in that rom-com you're doing and started bragging a lot to Rachel and me? What's it?"

He thought for a minute before his eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

"Oh, yeah! Sweet truth, where a girl had a bunch of exes tell lies and cheat but then finds a man who tells her nothing but the truth?"

Tom hissed and shut Josh up by covering his mouth, before he noticed Rachel leaning toward confused you, beginning to tell you the whole story.

His panicked face turned red.

" So it was a couple weeks ago, we were just calmly hanging out after reshooting some Ballad scenes when Tom showed us your Insta where you were like, I don't know, talking about the movie you're gonna be in! He was literally obsessed, I am not kidding."

She shrugged as Tom glared at her for spilling his secret.

"I'm sorry, I mean you're beautiful and I-"

He cleared his throat, unable to continue because of his embarrassment.

You giggled, shrugging.

" It's cool, I mean I think you're hot-I mean handsome too."

Inside you were literally screaming at yourself for exposing the fact that he's your celebrity crush.

" Uh, guys, I hope this isn't method acting because I'd be really disappointed in you, Tom" Josh snickered, sharing a mischievous glance with Rachel.

Tom rolled his eyes, smiling at you before beckoning to the chair beside him.

" Let's, uh, practice...?"

#tom blyth smut #billy the kid x reader #coryo snow x reader #bosbas #william h bonney x reader #coriolanus snow smut #billy the kid smut #hunger games fanfiction #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth fluff #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader

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aliasficrecs · 10 months

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It is Pride Month Sydney, You Know What that Means

Based, of course, off the Breaking Bad pride month comic

Umm, don't look at that too closely. Anyway! Today I have compiled some of my favourite queer Alias fics, for your reading pleasure! In no particular order:

Thinking of You is a Poison I Drink Often by Best_Bi_666

Now I know I never shut up about this, but it is genuinely my favourite Anna/Sydney fic I've read! The dialogue is amazing, we've got a little bit of a mystery going on, and the girls are just in excellent form. It's rated Teen and is ongoing.

(The Meaning Of) Restoration by Jennifer-Oksana

Is it cheating to put a crossover on this list? I'd argue not, especially when it's as good as this one. The pairing is Lauren/Lilah from Angel, and while there's some very neat insights into BOTH characters, I don't think you have to be particularly familiar with Angel to enjoy it. It's rated Explicit.

Echoes by aphrodite_mine

There's never enough Rachel in the world, there's never enough Isabelle, and this story is doing it's darndest to make up for the lack. Isabelle finds out a secret from Sydney's past, and goes to seek out an old friend. An extremely interesting story. Rated Teen with an archive warning for Underage, so proceed at your own discretion.

A Book of Matches #3 by voleuse

What can I say, I love me some Anna/Sydney! This is a short, fun little meeting between the two while Anna's on a mission. Rated Teen.

Need to Destroy by hold_that_thought

Sydney starts having dreams about her missing years, dreams that Lauren is suspiciously involved, and she's determined to get to the bottom of it. Julia/Lauren is always a delight to see, and this certainly delivers well! Rated NC-17.

Gentlemen Prefer Blonds by auchic

Weiss has to start babysitting Sark, and absolutely nothing about this could possibly go wrong. A Syd/Weiss/Sark story that leans into the silliness a bit. All in all, just a fun read! Rated Explicit.

very little changes by MasterofAllImagination

Jack and Sloane meet again, and again, and again throughout the years. I'm in love with both the concept and the writing! Rated Teen.

Three Meetings by Vaznetti

And because this is my list, I'm gonna send you all off with another crossover! This time an X-Files crossover with Sark/Krycek as the pairing. Again, I don't believe you need to be familiar with both shows, but their Krycek is a delight! Sark is sent to meet someone who confuses and irritates him. Some wonderful tidbits about Irina on the side as well. Rated Teen.

Did I miss one you love, or you've written one yourself? Please share it! We'd love to see it! :D I'll also briefly mention that I didn't find any fics with trans characters, so if you have any up your sleeve *please* let us know! And, above all, you're cool, stay safe, I love you :) <3

I do recognise the irony in the fic rec blog *asking* for recs hee but we play the cards we're dealt you know

#alias #fanfic recs #sydney bristow #anna espinosa #jack bristow #arvin sloane #julian sark #lauren reed #rachel gibson #angel the series #x files #happy pride y'all :)

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kirakiwiwrites · 10 months

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Here’s the chapter 10 sneak peek! Next week we are going to post the last three! We are kind of sad for the end, but excited to show everyone what we have planned! 😘 see you Wednesday!

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Mercedes stretched out languidly from her perch in one of the castle towers. It was a little drafty up there, but it was incredibly peaceful. Her anger towards Kurt had cooled somewhat and she was ready to accept his apology now for being an ass. Maybe even convince him to do the right thing.

She began looking for him, but he was no where to be found. Lady Rachel was swinging from her cage in the dungeon, singing sorrowfully. But she couldn’t find Kurt. Or Blaine for that matter. It was nearly noon. Surely they wouldn’t be in bed still? Kurt’s bedroom was empty but Blaine’s was another story.

A wide smile stretched her mouth as she saw the state of them. Nude from what she should see and snuggled together like two kittens.

She shook her head. Kurt had to turn her back soon or she was going to lose her mind.

Hopping up on the bed, Mercedes took in the rumpled blankets and clothes strewn about. It was slightly embarrassing for her, but it would be more for Kurt. She couldn’t wait. With a swish of her long tail, she tickled Kurt’s nose. At first, he only rubbed at his nose and swatted at her half asleep, but the third time he sneezed violently. Blaine stirred beside him and mumbled something about Cooper shutting up.

Kurt cracked open his eyes to stare balefully at her. “What the hell are you doing?”

What have we been up to? She coyly licked her paw. You two look awfully cozy.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Kurt insisted as he tried to wriggle out from under Blaine.

The puppeteer smacked his lips and tried to pull Kurt closer. “I’ll make breakfast soon. Just a few more minutes.”

#klaine fanfiction #fanfic #klaine #glee #sneak peak #wip #kirakiwi #the obsidian castle

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I havent seen S6 again since i saw it when it aired... It is just too painful and horrible.. you can bet your top dollar it was directed at the k/aine fandom and the actors.. San/tana's speech? I don't even read it if i come across .. it just shows you how pathetically immature the producers ans writers were that they would write and air something like that... Even the thay season gave us married k/laine it still isn't close to what they deserved

Other than our comewatchklaine rewatches - and those only included a combo video of the short worthwhile moments from the first 7 episodes, the wedding one, and the finale - I have not had any interest in seeing season 6 again since the show ended. And I honestly don't see that ever changing. I have the DVDs of the first 5 seasons but can't bring myself to spend actual dollars on those final 13 episodes. I don't even have any morbid curiosity about it - like what if its not as bad as I remember - because I know that it is and I don't need to relive that aggravation. And now this dumb show is going to be staring at me every time I open Disney+. Ugh.

What irked me then and still pisses me off now is that we all knew this was it. It wasn't like season 4 where we had the time to correct this, even if it was inherently painful getting to the other side. The show hadn't completely collapsed in on itself at that point so we still had some hope that they would put things right again and we'd get our Klaine back. THIS WAS IT. There was going to be no more and these 13 shows were all that we had. 13 weeks to wrap up 5 seasons of story for an already bloated cast. So instead of spending any time on that, they practically rebooted the show by going back to Ohio and giving us the bullshit nonsense of a new glee club and new Warblers, thereby negating all of the progress they'd made in the last half of season 5 by finally dumping the dead weight of Lima that was holding it back. We got new characters I was never going to care about or invest in because they weren't going to be around long enough to matter. Time spent on them was time away from the original cast that I was invested in and would have at least had a fleeting interest in seeing where they landed. More woe is me Rachel bullshit where she played the victim even though all of her problems were of her own making - and we all know that means we're getting riveting scenes where Kurt steps into help her even though she's never deserved him or his friendship. So his story was basically stalled and went nowhere, as did Blaine's. Instead of watching them begin to build their life together in NYC, we saw them broken and apart and miserable and stuck in yet another hellish limbo. They danced around each other over and over again and made no progress whatsoever week after week while we watched the episodes tick away, knowing we only had a finite number to work with. It was awkward and painful to watch and I can't imagine it could have been much better for the actors to perform. I will always believe that they only threw that big double gay wedding so they could be all "look at us look at how cool and progressive we are" and also to shut us up. Because those of us who were here then - we were effing pissed off. And not quiet about it at all. So they put them back together in the most unsatisfying 2 minute scene you'll ever see and then married them off just as quickly like they wanted to get it over and done with. This was, of course, followed by Klaine completely disappearing from the show in the next ep, Dalton burning down in the one after that, and the boys having fuck all to do for the rest of the series. Is it any wonder I’d like to wipe these eps from my memory and forget they ever existed?

Santana’s speech? The people who wrote that and anyone who thought and still thinks it was funny and edgy and deserved can fuck all the way off. All the way and keep fucking off until the end of time. It was cruel and vile and what made it truly despicable was that it was intentionally aimed at C. Not Kurt. C. They used the guise of the show to insult C by taking all of the things that he was vocally self conscious about and turning them into cannon fodder. I was disgusted by it and the people behind it. The fact that Naya had said that she hated having to say all that tells me all I need to know. Keep in mind: this was an actor who they at one point liked so much that RM created a character for him to play who was not part of the original group they were casting for. Kurt was created specifically for C to play. You don’t do that for an unknown 18 year old actor if you don’t see something special in them and believe in their ability to bring it to life. That rant was just the culmination of a long downward spiral in Kurt’s profile on the show. As the show moved through its later seasons, he had less to do and his story became more and more back burnered. Unless you count cleaning up after Rachel a vital and important storyline? I sure as hell don’t.

Its pretty well known - especially now - that this show had one of the more dysfunctional behind the scenes that you’ll ever find. The insane rehearsal schedule, a showrunner with an oversized ego that didn’t actually care about any of his actors, and a “star” character played by an actress with a jealous toxic streak a mile long - you combine all of that and it couldn’t have been a very happy working environment. Naya’s book aside, there was just too much that spilled from that set to make me believe otherwise. And that’s something that all of those little tiktok and twitter teens will never understand and one of the many reasons I find them all utterly ridiculous and impossible to take seriously. They don’t know any of this because they weren’t here for it. They are going by what they are spoon fed and what they seem hell bent on believing no matter how eye rollingly dumb it makes them look. You can catch up on the show itself via streaming but it’ll never be the same experience that those of who watched it live had. In addition to punishing us, I am sure that the attempted assassination of Klaine and Blaine’s character and the sidelining of Kurt was aimed at the actors who played them. Instead of leaning into the show’s best advertisement, they ignored them, pushed them aide and actively seemed to do everything they could to keep them apart. There was no good storyline reason for Klaine to have spent the majority of the last 3 seasons of the show away from each other, both physically and emotionally. The old adage of “happy couples don’t sell” works the other way too: miserable couples don’t bring in the viewers either. All it does is alienate the existing ones who eventually move from annoyed to pissed off to eff this show I am done. I’ve dropped many a show in the past for reasons like that and its part of why I refuse to get involved in any other RM shows. I know the TV landscape has changed from what it was 10, 11 years ago, but it still hurts to watch actors who play LGBT couples now be allowed to interact on SM and do interviews and bts stuff together and promote the couple they play like its no big deal. Like any other couple you’d see and that’s all I ever wanted for my boys. We had it for a little while in season 2 and the beginning of season 3 and then it slowly disappeared and that’s not suspicious to anyone? If anything, they should have been more prominent now that they were together at McKinley but instead they spent far too much time as background pieces in the choir room with maybe an “ooh lucky us” fleeting smile or “heaven help us” getting to sit next to each other. And forget about touching or showing any kind of physical affection unless it was a designated very special episode.

We deserved so much better. Klaine deserved so much better. C and D deserved a helluva lot better. That whole last season has tainted this show for me; I can’t think of it overall without remembering how much time was wasted. Time we would never get back. Time spent on a gross there just to fuck with all of us rebound from a break up that never needed to happen instead of discussions about flowers and seating charts and who’s going to get the unlucky job of keeping Rachel from hogging the mic all night. A wedding - a real wedding, not that thrown together half assed embarrassment we got - would have gone a long way to at least tempering my seething hatred of season 6. Suits Kurt designed, rings they picked out themselves, vows they wrote that weren’t laughable, a first dance, a duet reprise of Come Way May, lots of them smiling goofily at each other, and perhaps a shot of one of them pulling the other into the honeymoon suite by his tie and throwing the do not disturb sign on the handle as he shuts the door. I’m reeling just thinking about it, imagine actually getting to have seen it?

But alas no because - all together now - this fucking show.

Sorry to whoever sent this in that it took me a couple of days to respond. I am apparently incapable of just typing out a response of “LOL me too.”

#klaine #fuck you rib #fuck season 6 #anonymous

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rottingsparrow · 2 years

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Part 2 (redo) of Reading Lore Olympus

I am doing a test to see if more people see this if I only review ten episodes at a time. It makes sense, I wouldn’t wanna read that much either. So here’s episodes 11-20, I’ll be posting 21-30 shortly after. Here’s part one again

Ep 11

Touch count total: 7 lmao

Cat. kitty cat

Artemis jumps to conclusions so fast

Did artemis’ bangs grow

Ope and its short again

It would be different it it wasnt noticeable but like the style changes too

Why does artemis not have scissors

How is her hair perfect after a slice

It looks like she is pulling her skin when she is taking her clothes off

Is she wearing a bra?? Bc if she isnt her boobs shouldnt be sitting like that

Oh she is now

“Demeter is such a helicopter mom” i mean yeah but also i dont think the mortal realm has.. Yknow internet

Eros is pink now idk if i preferred him as a light purple

Maybe like a mixture thats cool

Ep 12

Artemis like true form looks cool but so normal yknow

Inside!

“No wings i just vacuumed” quick rachel how do wings work

I do like the cut out in the back of the shirt for the wings

Artemis feels like the mom that is like “put on pants ur uncle is coming over” like huh?? Persephone is just not wearing pants

Youre just soooo pretty persephone omg

Eros and persephones colors accidentally get so close ugh

“I dont” look at her face its so. Yeah

Is yoga for sex or

Is he holding a necklace i thought he was pulling tears and i was so confused when i originally read this

Ep 13

Did aphrodite get darker

She definitely did esp in the panel where she says “psyche”

I know they are family of love but i do worry about the possible emotional incest that could occur honestly. I dont think it happens but it gets close

Ok so he passes the underworld so it goes olympus- underworld- mortal realm or am i dumb

The pig is so cute

How did she not realize her veil thingy fell off

Was her family abusive in the og story or was this just so eros would fall even more for her

When did he get the bow and quiver dont just say magic

Ep 14

The little switches in time got me confused the first time i read it

Oh boy he got an apartment

If i were psyche i would be scared deadass

“The ugliest creature youve ever seen” ok thats cool its fun

Ep 15

Listen. How the hell did she adapt to this bc if i went to a diff realm and all of a sudden there was like. Indoor plumbing i would panic the hell out of my mind

Like shes even wearing modern clothes

“I'm certainly not the pig” hehe i like the pig

Why does he not hang out with her when he isnt busy like

Hookup count is 2 now

Ok ok this may be stupid but what if he just made her go by a diff name

Also your mother needs therapy

I would want to leave too

“Do you trust me?” thats kinda guilt tripping ngl

“Maybe i could have visitors” no they literally are from a different time now

Like i get the “i cant tell her no” but just explain the modern vs ancient world but maybe she could go visit them idk

Ep 16

Why are they not confused i feel like they are ignoring this whole thing rachel created

No her sisters have a point why did he not give her a name not even his real one

Dont hold the blade there is a handle girl

“How could you not trust me?” i wouldnt either gotta be honest

Eros is so melodramatic istg

Artemis and persephone are not having it and like mood

Artemis is lighter now

Yknow if she kept a color palette with just base colors and then did lighting it would work better but maybe im a lil lost

“Hey i got a phone” put ur name queen

Q&A 1

I wasnt gonna put anything for this but “i focus on details and seek out references for anatomy” girlie do you wanna. Start doing that again

Ep 17

Why is he just crying he can leave

“Woe is me” shut up Persephone

No it would suck to be sworn to maidenhood without her permission but also i dont think she understands what unrequited love is

“No one will ever love me like that” they might yall just cant do things

“And thats ok” is it??

“Little tart” good nickname tbh

Her eyes went blue but that will never happen again

Dont throw her list away eros

Emergency contacts you just got a phone??

“Im paying for everything so i get to pick” stfu eros

We will never see her wear this again

Do we ever see her wear the same outfit i cant remember

“Was he just humoring me” i mean hes also prolly busy

I know everyone says it but i hate that apollo is purple

Ep 18

Stop thinking of persephone like that its so weird hades

“As if she would want me to have her number” its not a business card made for you man

How do kings get banned genuinely like this is so wild rachel please show me the societal norm and class systems here

Haha so funny zeus is harassing someone -_-

What job would he give her honestly

How does the economy work you cant say that resell on gems is shit and not explain

Hades wow forcing them to accept a check youre so cool

This is locker room talk and i quite literally hate it

Ep 19

If hades doesnt want to discuss his sex life he is valid i wouldnt want to especially not to family

“Ok i can be a little bossy” this is a surprise tool thatll help up later

They are being good brothers here tho

Ew not the locker room talk again

Like even if she was his age or whatever its literally so gross

Hera!!!

Ep 20

Lil kore is so cute

I like their interactions

She has a point its disgusting

However, i hate, like loathe, the miscommunication plot device. Answer hades Hera so i dont have to deal with this

Also zeus shut up you dont speak for hades

Hera should know that she is getting angry at Zeus and then misdirecting her anger its so annoying

“Im well aware im a fool” can you guys just talk please

#anti lore olympus #my opinion #lore olympus #lore olympus critical #random thoughts #lo critical

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mustwespeakmc · 2 years

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Hello! This is the first story I’m sharing, it’s called Winter Drink. It’s about my OCs enjoying a winter drink?? I made this about a year ago along with some others I will be posting soon. Ok enjoy!

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Winter Drink

Trees are shaking and the snow is falling, there's a cool chill in the air in the city. The gray buildings tower the gray sky, it’s very cold out but there's a certain warmth hiding between the cracks of office buildings.

Mimi’s Cafe.

Many find more comfort in the warm shop now that winter has arrived, but warmness is not the only thing the people of Anina Isle are looking for.

“3 Winter Drinks, 2 oatmeal cookies, and some apple pie! Enjoy!” Lily is in a happy mood this time of year, all the lights and happiness in the air makes her smile. “It’s always so busy in December, my feet hurt from standing all day.” Puff says. “Lucky you, I bet skating everywhere is fun.”

“My feet get tired too, mostly my legs because I pick up the skate.” She replies.

Puff’s poodle ears twitch. “Still fun I bet. What do you plan to do for the holidays?”

Lilly rolls over to Puff and leans on the counter. “I guess I'll just spend time with my family and friends. I’ve been saving up a bit to get presents.” She tilts her head to the side, both bunny ears, and tail following the movement.

“How cute.” The door rings and both Puff and Lilly greet them.

“Welcome to Mini’s Winter Wonderland!” Lilly sees it’s her friends.

“Sup Lilly.” Donnie says. “Hello Lilly.” Says Rachel. “Greetings Lilly.” Says Daniel.”Hey Lilly.” Says Luke. “Yo.” Says Rico.

“Donnie, Rachel, Danielle, Luke, and Rico! Welcome! Table for 5 I presume-” Lilly gets interrupted by Ella. “6 actually.” Lilly gets nervous when seeing Ella, she is Luke's girlfriend of 6 mothns. Not everyone in the friend group approves of their relationship. “Yes, yes, my mistake.”Lilly guides the group to a booth at the window.

“I had a feeling you guys would show up so I made sure to keep our favorite table clean.”

“You better have or else I was gonna complain.” Shots Rico, folding his arms.

“Yes I kept it clean. Here are the menus.”

The group looks over the items. “Do you have anything with no gluten? I would also like something with low carbs.” Says Ella. Lilly turns to Ella.

“Mhm! We have many gluten-free, low-carb meals and sweets. They are all tagged with the ingredients next to them.”

“Uh ok.” She replies.

Luke looks nervously around the diner at the interaction. Donnie speaks up ignoring her cousin. “Hey Lilly, what’s this Winter Drink thing?”

“Ah yes, the Winter Drink is a new limited holiday drink. It’s full of all the sweet things that are popular in this season. Like cinnamon, mint, chocolate, peppermint, pumpkin and so much more!”

“So diarrhea in a cup?- Ow.” Donnie shoves Rico. “I’m just asking!”

“Er not really Rico, I’ve had it many times before and didn’t have diarrhea..” Daniel speaks. “I do believe I know what I would like to order. One Winter Drink and a Pumpkin Pie please.”

“Ok, is anyone else ready?”

“Rachel and I will have two Winter Drinks and two 2 chocolate cookies.” Says Donnie.

“Same for me and Ella.” Says Luke.

“Rico do you know what you want?” Lilly tilts her head.

“Just a Winter Drink.” He tosses the menu back.

“Are you sure? You usually order a few sweets.”

“Ok so, there's this girl-”

“Oooooo.” The table says

“And you wanna slim down a bit.” Donnie looks at Rico with a little worry “You’re not doing this for someone else right? Chubby is cute, don’t feel ashamed of it.”

“Of course not! Rico does things for Rico!”

“I may hate you’re slick rat tail and ears but I still wanna make sure you're doing ok. If you need anything, I’ll be here to help.” Resting a hand on Rico’s back his ears flop down from embarrassment.

“Shut up with all your “body positivity” crap, I already know! Miss bodybuilding freak.” He folds his arms and the table laughs.

Lilly starts skating backward. “Ok then, if that’s all you want to order then it’s perfectly fine.” With a smile, she skates away to the kitchen.

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In the kitchen, there's panic going on and screaming from chefs.

“There's no more!”

“What do you mean there's no more?!”

“It’s all gone!”

“Are you sure there's nothing in the back?”

“Sure, sure!” A chief rushing to the back scrambles looking in boxes and such. “T-This can’t be!” She falls to her knees. Lilly rolls further into the kitchen and tries to assess the situation. “W-What’s going on?” A chef turns to her.

“The sparkling gold powder is all gone! We can’t make any more winter drinks-” Another chef puts a hand over her mouth.

“Keep it down! if the customers hear it will cause a riot!”

Lilly looks at the two stunned. “But my friends are here today and they just ordered.. 1 2 3- 6 winter drinks!” The male chef takes his hand off of the other’s mouth.

“Unfortunately we can’t serve any, but as I said before customers will riot. We can’t even have same-day delivery and will have to come face first with the customers. This is our most popular item since forever, and I’m not ready to deal with Karens!”

Lilly looks back out the window of the kitchen door and sees her friends laughing and smiling. Turning around she has an upset expression on her face.‘I don’t want to let them down… never.’

“You can’t make it without the powder?” The female chef talks. “It’s the main thing that gives it flavor, they will surely know something is missing or taste different from the last time they had it. I don’t wanna be called a liar!”

“What can we do then?”

“Absolutely nothing.” The same chef that fell on her knees comes up. “Our store's pride stops us from telling them we failed, let’s just cry in a corner..”

Lilly thinks for a moment before rushing out the kitchen door. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix this!” She goes up to the cashiers and picks up the store mic. “L-Lilly? What are you doing?” Asked Puff.

Lilly doesn't respond and speaks into the mic. “Attention all customers! We regret to inform you that-” The falling chef from before speaks crying “Oh no! Someone stop her!”

“There will be no more Winter Drinks!” The customers gasp and murmur.

“Did Lilly say there's no more? Asked Rachel.

“She said it’s their new popular drink for the holiday season, I was to expect such an event like this.” Says Daniel.

Lilly sees the worry on everyone’s face and puts her hand up in a calming gesture. “B-Because we found an f-flaw with the drink! Yeah um..” The chef put their hands to their necks in a cutting motion and everyone looks at her weirdly and Puff looks up at her with confusion. Taking a deep breath she begins to speak again.

“Yes there was a flaw with our drink, we apologize. That’s why we are going to replace it with an even better one! I give you the Winter Cookie Special! A warm hot chocolate, cinnamon, marshmallow, and fudge mixture, with a cloud of whipped cream on top. Crushed sugar cookies topping it with a fruit of your choice, and a candy cane straw to go with!” The crowd is silent at first but then people start to clap and cheer, praising the new treat!

The crazy chef comes to Lilly giving her a tight hug. “You did it, I thought you were gonna sell us out! Hahahah!” Lilly notices a sharpened candy cane in her hand.

“Haha…”

Puff folds her arms leaning back on a pillar. “I have no idea what's going on but nice job Lilly, it looks like you saved us from an unknown threat.”

“I’ll tell you about it during break.” The crazy chef grabs Lilly's arm yanking her.

“Now come on bunny girl! You need to show us how to make this fantasy drink you came up with!” Puff laughs as Lilly gets dragged away.

Lilly can be seen skating out of the kitchen with two trays of orders back to her friends. “Here you guys go! I hope it’s ok that the order had to be changed.” Lilly puts on an apologetic face.

“It’s all fine and well dear.” Daniel gives her a warm smile.

“Yeah no harm done, it still smells nice and looks yummy.” Says Luke. “Really guys I didn’t let you down?”

“No way kid, from seeing the other patron's reaction I can tell this sounded way better than whatever drink was in its place.” Donnie gives Lilly a wink. Lilly smiles wide passing out the rest of the orders.

Ella gags. “I don’t want mine anymore, maybe the fat rat can have it.” Smirking at the comment obviously meant to harm Rico. When everyone thought Rico was gonna make a mean comeback, the rat simply took a sip of the drink and said. “Wow, this is actually really good Lilly!.” He starts drinking more furiously and so does the others.

“Wow, that's sweet! I fear that if I have this too often my abs will get soft.” Says Donnie.”

“It’s a bit sweet for my taste Lilly but seeing as I am in the presence of you I shall have it all… just… not all at once.” Daniel makes a weary smile as Lilly blushes.

“I think this is my new favorite drink! It’s so cakey and warm!.” Says Luke hugging the lidded cup.

Rachel giggles. “I actually really like it, Lilly, it gives me a certain warmth and comfort.”

“Thank you, Rachel, and everyone for the kind words. MiMi’s only makes the cutest and sweetest treats! Enjoy!” Lilly starts to skate away just when Rachel calls her.

“Hey Lilly, what was all that commotion in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, we could hear rumbling, people arguing, and crying?” Says Donnie. Lilly turns around.

“Let’s just say we had a few hurdles to jump that only a bunny could make.” And with that, she skated away leaving her friends to enjoy their food as she served other patrons.

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Another Life

This is Chapter 1 of my new Dantana fix Another Life. I’ve tried several times to sit down and write a fic over the last few hours with no luck so I’m surprised this one is actually being written lol

I’m sorry if the chapters are short or if the writing isn’t great, I’m out of practice for writing but I’m sure I’ll find my groove again as the story progresses.

This story will include themes of child SA, SA, substance abuse, and alcohol abuse. I’ll update any trigger warnings as they come up.

Chapter 1

“So, your 23rd birthday is coming up soon. What are we doing for it?” Jamie asked her friend Dani excitedly.

“My birthday is in 3 months, I wouldn’t exactly call that soon.” Dani chuckled, exhaling cigarette smoke as she did so.

“Okay well that’s soon-ish.. and I want to party.” Jamie shrugged, pulling the plate of coke closer to her so she could form the group of four of them lines.

“Hmm as opposed to what we do almost every night?” Dani raised an eyebrow, taking notice of the movement around her. They were at a party right now.

“Okay yeah basically, but it’s a special occasion and just once I would like to attend a party where I’m not sucking some guy off every 45 minutes just because Jay told me to.” Jamie rolled her eyes. “And it’s only.. 3 nights a week.” She added with a shrug.

“Good point.” Dani watched Jamie lean down with a plastic tucked in her nose. Tucking her hair back, Dani took the straw from Jami and leaned down, snorting the white powder up her nose. “At least you’re straight. I don’t think it would kill them to get some more women up in here every so often.” She joked to Jamie while passing the plate along. Dani hummed in thought and was about to speak again before she felt a hand sweep against her shoulders. “Here, you can finish this.” Dani handed Jamie her half smoked cigarette. She knew what that meant, it was her cue for a “gentleman” caller and she shut her eyes for a second, letting the drugs take their effect before standing up and letting herself be pulled into the bedroom.

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“My bed, my sweet giant glorious bed.” After getting home from her shift and changing into her pjs Santana was more then ready to crawl into bed and finally shut off her brain. Her crawling was more of a dive into bed but it was just as nice as she was expecting. She had just pulled the covers over her and shut her eyes when she saw the sheet separating her “bedroom” from the rest of the loft move and heard a cheery “good morning Santana.”

“No, not good morning Santana. Good night Santana.” She groaned covering her face with her arms when Rachel pulled the sheet back to talk to her.

“I just wanted to-“

“No. No, you don’t want to anything. You want to let me sleep because I just finished the most boring graveyard shift of my life.” Santana groaned trying to get her roommate to go away. “And I needs my sleep.”

“I think most boring is a little bit dramatic but anyways, I just wanted to tell you quickly before you fall asleep.” Rachel paused. “Or bite my head off.. that Mr Shue called me last night. Nationals is in New York again so he wants us to come and watch, meet the kids.. hang out, y’know all that.”

“The Nationals that are .. what? at least 2 months away? That could have waited until I woke up.” Santana replied, annoyance in her voice. The mention of Glee and Nationals being in New York was the last thing she needed to hear about after the night she had reminiscing about high school, more specifically Dani.

“K cool, I’m going to sleep now.” She muttered, hearing the curtain close and rolling over. Santana knew that Rachel could tell by the tone of her voice Snixx would be unleashed any moment so she was glad for both of their sake that Rachel walked away when she did.

A few hours later Santana groaned while rolling over in bed. She hadn’t gotten as much sleep as she was hoping she would but that’s usually how it was after working overnights. Santana was cursing herself for taking Julia’s shifts for the two weeks she was on vacation. The extra money was nice but it had only been 5 days and Santana wasn’t sure if it was worth losing her beauty sleep over.

“Good morning sunshine.” She was greeted by Kurt in the living room and groaned in response.

“Did Rachel tell you ab-“ Santana cut him off with a glare. “Coffee first.” She mumbled. Santana knew what he was asking her about before he said it and she felt the knot in her stomach grow.

“Yeah she told me.” Santana finally answered Kurt after taking the first sip of her coffee. “I don’t know what she wants me to do with that information though. I don’t know about you but I don’t really care to watch kids perform bad renditions of mash ups from musicals or the same Journey songs we spent months rehearsing to that I can no longer bear to listen to.” She sat down on the couch, leaving some space between the two of them.

“Okay I’ll admit that hearing some of those songs cause me to have an adverse reaction to but apparently Mr Shue has gotten more with the times so I don’t think it’ll be that bad. Besides it’ll still be fun to get everyone together again in one room again. That rarely happens anymore.” Kurt tried to reason with Santana and when he looked over at her he saw her looking at him sadly.

“It won’t be everyone though.” She sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. Whether everyone they knew showed up or not there would always be somebody missing and that was much more painful then any Journey or musical song ever would be.

“I know.” Kurt sighed sadly. Him and Dani had been really close, they were practically best friends so when Dani disappeared it killed him to. Dani had been bounced around from home to home but by some miracle she had been able to spend almost two and a half full school years at McKinley which meant that they all had plenty of time to get close to her and she got close to them. “I-“ He started to talk but stopped because he didn’t know what to say. He spent a lot of time avoiding thinking about Dani and what may have happened to her. The what ifs killed him almost as much as they killed Santana. “I know.”

“5 years ago was the last day I spoke to. The last day she showed up to school..” Santana didn’t like talking about her feelings. She didn’t like seeming weak and vulnerable, but if there was anybody on this planet that she knew wouldn’t judge her for how she was feeling, besides her parents, it was Kurt. She knew that he was still hurting and missing Dani just as much as she was. “Which means that if she’s still.. around.. she’ll be 23 in 3 months.” Santana couldn’t bring herself to say the word ‘dead’. She knew that it was a possibility and as the years went by she knew that it was more then likely the case. Dani’s foster dad had done a lot of horrible things to her in the short time she lived with him and as much as the thought made her sick to her stomach she wouldn’t put it past him to kill somebody. She hoped that by now she would have heard something from Dani somehow and seeing as she hadn’t the more likely it seemed that her ex-girlfriend and the love of her life was gone forever.

“I just want to know what happened Kurt.” Dani had spent her whole life waiting for her 18th birthday so she could finally be free of everyone who had ever tormented and hurt her. To think of that dream being ripped away from her 3 months shy of her birthday was heartbreaking.

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Dani hadn’t shown up for school for two days now and Santana was freaking out. Dani didn’t have a computer or even a phone to be able to talk to her which worried Santana a lot throughout their relationship to the point where her mother had offered to buy Dani a cell phone and pay for the plan herself but the brunette had refused every offer. It wasn’t like Dani to miss one day of school or even half a day of school and Santana hadn’t been able to shake that sense of dread and pit in her stomach since Dani failed to meet her by her locker like they did every morning.

Santana pulled into the driveway of Dani’s foster home and stared at the house for a few minutes. Nobody knew that she was here because she didn’t want anybody to try to talk her out of it. Mr Shue and the kids at school didn’t know everything that had happened here but Santana did and she knew that it was incredibly dangerous to be here knowing what she knew but she put her own fears aside because she needed answers. She needed to know where Dani was. Dani didn’t deserve to be in danger either so the risk of being here was worth it to Santana even though she had no idea what would happen once she walked up to the door.

Santana didn’t even realize she had gotten out of her car until she was standing in front of the front door. Taking a deep breath, she rang the door bell and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Santana spent the next ten minutes knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell. Dani’s foster mom’s car was in the driveway so she knew the woman was home.

“What do you want?” She suddenly heard as the door swung open, revealing an angry tall thin blonde woman. It was Dani’s foster mom who knew exactly who she was and what she wanted. “Can I talk to Dani?” She asked, her voice calm but shaky.

“Dani doesn’t live here anymore.” The blonde answered. She was pulling the door closed but Santana grabbed onto it before she could.

“What do you mean Dani doesn’t live here anymore?!” Santana snapped. She was shocked and angry, on the verge of the type of angry that would make everyone at school cower and run away in fear.

“Where the fuck is my girlfriend?!” Santana shouted.

“You need to leave.” The blonde replied.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me where Dani is! What did you do to her?!” Santana was on the verge of tears but she refused to let this woman see her break. She needed answers and she wasn’t leaving until she got them.

“Leave or I’m calling the police. You harassed me by ringing my doorbell for 10 minutes and now you’re trespassing after I’ve already told you that you need to leave. Get the fuck out of here.”

“I’m not leaving until I see her. Call the police, please because I’m sure they would love to hear about what your pedo husband gets up to when he gets home from work.” She scoffed, challenging the woman. It would take much more then a threat from this woman to leave.

The scowl on the woman’s face made Santana smirk but before she could say anything else she heard car doors closing. She turned around to see Santana’s foster dad, parked on the street because Santana’s car was in the driveway. He wasn’t alone though. He was with three other men. She knew who they were and suddenly Santana felt very exposed and scared standing there in front of that house in her short cheerleading uniform. Santana had never seen the men before but she had heard enough about all of them that she knew she really did have to leave.

Without saying another word to the blonde or the men Santana ran to her car, stared it and hurriedly backed out of the driveway. She hoped that the woman was telling the truth and Dani really was gone because the last thing she wanted was for her foster parents anger of Santana randomly showing up to be taken out on her girlfriend.

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Theater Review: On Beckett

Oct. 26, 2022 @ Emerson Paramount Center (Boston, MA)

On Beckett promo

Of all the areas of the arts, theater is the one that I consume the least here at Green’s Party. I love theater, have seen some great shows over the years, and I’ve acted in plays and even worked part time as a house manager at a theater company, it’s just that due to the amount of movies I watch, music I listen to, concerts I attend, books I read, and oh yeah my family and work life - I just don’t get to go to the theater as often as I’d like. Which is why going to this one-man performance is exciting for me to cover. After the pandemic shut down a lot of the arts, I returned to the movie theater in 2021 and live music earlier this year, now I am getting to return to theater. And how cool is it that the performer I got to see is Bill Irwin, a Tony-winning comic genius. For decades now, he has been excelling at comedy, as a clown, and acting in film, TV and theater. He is known as Mr. Noodles on Sesame Street, but he’s also become known for that famous vaudeville episode of The Cosby Show, the music video for Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry Be Happy” (holding his own with Robin Williams), and the voice of TARS in Interstellar. I took an interest in his many collaborations he did with Jonathan Demme: SUBWAYStories, The Manchurian Candidate, Rachel Getting Married, the pilot episode of A Gifted Man, and Ricki and the Flash. Irwin actually filmed a cameo that was later deleted in a film I worked on, 2008′s Definitely, Maybe as well. In just a few weeks, Irwin is going to be inducted into the Theatre Hall of Fame (well deserved!). Tonight, I got to attend the press opening of On Beckett, which is running at Emerson Paramount Center from Oct. 26 to 30, 2022. It is a one-man show in which Irwin explores the works of Irish novelist and dramatist Samuel Beckett (1906-1989). Irwin has played numerous characters in productions of Beckett’s Waiting for Godot over the years and knows his way around Beckett.

Irwin in character

This show first premiered at the Irish Repertory Theatre in NYC in 2018. Irwin explores the performer’s relationship to Beckett, primarily passages from Texts for Nothing, The Unnamable, Watt, and or course Waiting for Godot. Right away it needs to be said that I am by no means a Beckett expert. I read Waiting for Godot in high school and have seen some adaptations of his work, but that’s it. The good news is that Irwin is not a scholar on Beckett and approached this as an actor / performer. He shared stories and anecdotes in between his performances and it really personalized the show. I loved hearing him talk about his experience doing these plays and he name drops a ton. I kinda wished there had been even more stories within the stories. He also gets into the insider-baseball as he puts on select hats and clothes that allowed him to get into the vaudeville elements of his acting.

There were some big laughs to be had. But what made this was Irwin! Watching him speak and go into characters is a thing to marvel. Theater geeks and Beckett experts will love this and eat it up, but people like me who are not experts could really get hooked on the show too. Go see it during its limited run between now and Sunday!

For ticket and info: https://artsemerson.org/events/on-beckett/

4 out of 5 stars

#theater review #theater #on beckett #bill irwin #samuel beckett #artsemerson #texts for nothing #the unnamable #apple watch #waiting for godot

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jonathanrook · 6 years

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okay it’s been a week but i’m still angry about how awful the season 4 finale of the librarians was

#librarians #the librarians #cool story Rachel now shut up

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If you missed any or all of the Unus Annus livestream, here's a summary of every hour:

~11 hours out: The channel name could've been Annus Singulos (they decided on Unus Annus at a Buffalo Wildwing)

They always planned on it ending on Friday the 13th NOT the 15th (@ MatPat)

The dude who interrupted the sex toys video was not a mailman, he was just some guy. He did not comment on the sex toy stuff.

~10 hours out: They look at memes. Mark "hook car batteries up to my nipples and I'll say yes every time" Fischbach is NOT a masochist, he just wants to know what it feels like to be hit by a car

Frank!!! Frank!!!!!!!

Ethan is going to marry the microphone clip on his shirt

Dollar Shave Club never got back to them about a sponsorship

The workers including the actress in the escape room actually enjoyed having Mark and Ethan doing their shtick there

~9 hours out: Vincent the editor made a best of his edits throughout the videos, it was beautiful, it was mostly just clips of dying

He also wrote them a WHOLE DAMN ORIGINAL SONG!!! IN A WEEK!! About stopping the clock!!! He rapped!

Marcus the editor did a funny edits-roll as well, it was brilliant

~8 hours out: Rachel shows her edits roll! Some of the funniest clips in the whole series!

A comment they read: Mark can do any of his edgy project ideas now and that's terrifying.

Mark: Just wait til you see my next project.

Their merch manager had to buy a 4th warehouse to produce all the merch that had been ordered

If anyone sees Unus Annus pictures or any reminiscence of it in the future and are asked where it's from we are supposed to respond with "You wouldn't get it 🙄"

~7 hours out: they complain more about enema water gun

They re-watch the Pepper spray video. Mark talked about how he thinks about the pain whenever he sees videos of riotors/protestors getting sprayed. Everyone in chat chanted “BLM” and “ACAB” for a few minutes.

Lixian the editor had his edit reel played (”They make em (the people) pretty in Portugal”)

Mark was salty at Youtube because they claimed they didn’t make billboards for YouTube shows and hence, wouldn’t make a billboard for A Heist With Markiplier, but then later made one for James Charles’ show

Mark presented Amy with a BRAND NEW BUG WATCH 😭

Amy: No nothing on their (Youtube’s) Twitter, they’re not talking about it (Unus Annus)

Mark: Guess it’s not important enough...

Amy: They’re too busy tweeting about “World Kindness Day”

Mark: Oh yeah Friday the 13th 2020 wOrLd KiNdNeSs DaY

~6 hours out: Ethan compares the channel dying to putting down a dog. Things get serious for a beat, people in chat start crying.

They look at fanart for a while, Mark criticizes it like an asshole

They watch Pink Trombone again.

Mark and Ethan guarantee that after the channel is gone they will not forget about it. Mark also permits people to make creations / art after Unus Annus is deleted.

~5 hours out: They re-watch Pee Sauna, dying inside all the way.

DJ Burt Blackarach surprises them with a cake and champagne.

Chat is flooded with “❤🧡💛💚💙💜” messages for a while

Looking at memes again, Mark confirms that the noises that the radio made in SCP Amy were 100% just the radios, not them, making the sounds. They still don’t know why they made those sounds.

Mark and Ethan beg for 1mil like in order to see what’s actually in the Unus Annus casket. They might even lay down in it.

~4 hours out: We find out that in the Children’s Games in Total Darkness video, the weird shot of them both in a trance staring into the phone screen was actually just them trying to adjust their eyes back to normal light and it wound up looking super cool.

Vincent’s highlight reel is played again while everyone takes a break, supposedly there is a “surprise” to be revealed soon.

A tattoo artist named Danielle comes on the set, Ethan says he’s going to get an Unus Annus tattoo live.

~3 hours out: More fanart. Mark admits that after this ends, he’s probably never going to wear his suit ever again, he might bury it. (There’s not much room left in his backyard)

Mark talks Danielle the tattoo artist’s ear off about how wholesome and educational and not cursed the channel was.

Mark and Ethan then do a full 180 and confess to Danielle all their sins; cooking with sex toys, pee sauna, pee life straws, the pee soda idea, drilldo, etc.

Amy: (while Eef’s getting tattooed) “Mark, he’s choosing to spend his last day in pain. And you’re not!”

Mark: (looking at a picture of a tattoo) How long do you think that tattoo would take?

Danielle: Probably 3 hours.

Mark: 3 HOURS?!?! That’s more time than we have to live!!

Alex, Mark’s trainer, made them a euology video. It was like a LORE-filled poem made of secret callbacks to the titles of past videos.

Ethan’s tattoo is done, it is a “ 00:00:00 “ on his left arm.

Stevie who runs the merch shop makes a guest appearance. He self descirbes as “tired and sad and a little tipsy.” He seems both grateful and dead inside. He says he’s going to do a matching tattoo with Ethan.

Mark admits he was planning on not doing merch originally, but he’s glad he changed his mind.

~2 hours out: They talk about behind the scenes of Hee hoo. The reason Mark’s still wearing high socks during this video is because of all the burs so he doesn’t scrape up his legs. Amy wrote the whole end credits story about Ethan meeting Michelle Obama and dying a tyrant.

Mark never got to watch Ethan kidnaps Mark, so they watch it.

They watch The Truth about Unus Annus, Amy surprises Mark with a white tophat. #Mark’sNewHat (it’s an extra large)

Mark and Eef make their last tweets as Unus and Annus

Mark got cool Unus Annus custom pocket watches for Ethan and Amy

~1 hour out: Things get serious. Mark and Ethan private the Unus Annus Instagram (so that no one else can take the Unus Annus handle) and delete all the posts.

Mark proposes that Amy be the one to hit the delete button at the end of the channel. They agree to do it together.

They hit 1 million likes. They open the coffin. There’s nothing in the coffin, but the inside is very pretty, split-colors silk. They take turns laying in it for the first time with the door shut. It’s comfy. Even Amy tries laying in it.

Mark says a short eulogy for Eef as Eef does for Mark. They both say a eulogy for Amy. They all get choked up. The coffin is now called the Cry Box.

They delete the Unus Annus Twitter. They set the Subreddit to private. Apparently there were no mods on that subreddit except Mark.

Mark finally confessed to Amy that he punched a hole in the wall. Amy was there when it was being patched up, but she forgives him anyway.

They play The Barrel and sing along. They thank their team. They thank the audience.

Amy comes down. They all put their hands on the computer. “Unus Annus."

Mark: "See you on the other side."

Ethan: "See you on the other side."

they click delete. The channel is gone forever. Memento mori.

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ooh I think #7 and #17 from the blurb list would fit very well together! if you want!

THANK YOU LINDS <3<3

prompt list here, send a number!!

#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

THIS IS 3K IM SORRY I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF SO PLEASE REBLOG LMAOOOOOO!!!!!

"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

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that-was-anticlimactic · 3 years

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sk8 headcanons because i am Bored

autistic langa likes frozen fruit a lot—strawberries are his favorite—because he likes the cool texture

reki has lip freckles that really stand out after he’s been in the sun a lot ! there’s like four or five of them :)

just thinking about “all those friday nights / under the lights / under the bleachers together / you and i were meant to be something more than a faded memory / till you and i / something divided us” but matchablossom,,,

“but i’ve already lost it once / what i already won / i’ve lost too much now to care / but i know that something’s still there” ,,, matchablossom,,, ahhhhh

miya and shadow being besties,,, shadow being miya’s parental figure and miya being his adopted nb child,,,

shadow being the first person miya comes out as nonbinary to,,,

adam going to jail,,,

reki having a stuffed animal collection and letting miya name some and then realizing that miya never had a stuffed animal growing up so reki gives miya one of his older ones that he loved as a child and then buys them a new one too… and miya asks reki to name it for them because sentiments,,,

after seeing the girl he had a crush on kiss someone else, shadow takes out his feelings on the only thing he knows how to—skating at s but he’s not in a good mind and he feels sick because he thought he thought he thought he had a chance and he doesn’t pay close enough attention and gets hurt and miya calls him an idiot and patches him up and shadow feels like a kid again but it’s kind of nice to have someone else actually help with his wounds instead of just attempting to wash them and then cover them with makeup by himself,,,

joe and shadow bonding over hating the feeling of loneliness so they make up for it the only way they know how which is being loud and being extra because they don’t feel as lonely if they’re loud

reki, miya, and cherry = adhd club

cherry and reki drawing together… and reki teaching cherry how to be more loose and carefree when he draws and cherry teaching reki how to add more structure to his art,,,

langa stealing and wearing reki’s headbands,,,

langa with glasses

reki’s sisters doing cherry and joe’s hair,,, or even reki, langa, and miya doing their hair and shadow just watches and takes pictures and reki puts cherry’s hair in fishtails because he had practice with his sisters and cherry secretly likes it (and so does joe) and miya and langa just. completely messing up joe’s hair and putting hair clips in it and langa attempts a ponytail kind of like how cherry does his hair at s (and no cherry did Not find it very attractive shut up)

shadow being a scrapbooker and having like ten scrapbooks from his life,,,

shadow not being as good of an artist as cherry or reki but he does it because he enjoys it and when cherry and reki find out they invite him to draw with them

the crew / sk8 fam all going to shadow’s house and doing a couple scrapbook pages together and it’s a mess but it’s them and it’s one of shadow’s favorite pages because he’s never scrapbooked with anyone before

langa is just naturally beautiful and photogenic so the art squad always asks him to model for them if they want to draw people

joe has depression because i want him to

and shadow has anxiety

because i do Not want any of them to be neurotypical

yeah so joe has depression, shadow has anxiety, cherry has add and anxiety, miya had adhd and separation anxiety, langa is autistic, reki has tourette’s and adhd and depression ✌🏻

when miya gets old enough, shadow gets them a part time job at the flower shop

miya likes a lot of pillows

langa sleeps with no pillows (unless reki is partially his pillow)

thinking about after reki’s second beef with adam,,, joe after he tells adam off and they’re away from the crowd, he passes out because let’s be real—there is absolutely no way he didn’t get injured and the worse one is probably a broken nose and a huge gash at the back of his head with like skin peeling and stuff like need stitches so the gang all goes to cherry’s and they help patch reki up

somewhere in that time the love hotel gets brought up and by extension getting hit by the car and getting beat up and joe and shadow are on the verge of slamming their heads against the wall at reki’s nonchalantness

and reki’s p injured so he’s laying in the couch with his head resting in langa’s lap,,,

joe tells everyone embarrassing cherry stories from school like all the time (but joe was a foolish child so cherry gets revenge)

miya likes crime documentaries

joe unironically watched supernatural and that’s part of the reason why he and cherry broke up

(maybe joe just thought dean was attractive—sue him!)

lol wait what if cherry sued adam to pay for reki’s medical bills since they inevitably had to take him to the hospital

cherry constantly tells joe that he will sue him

joe may unironically watched spn, but cherry unironically watched glee

langa wrote destiel fanfiction once upon a time

langa wrote cas bakes dean a pie--

miya is carla’s favorite (after cherry)

cherry and langa with weighted blankets also

sometimes reki steals langa’s but only if he stays the night or langa brings it over and usually if he “steals” it, it’s them sharing it or reki needs the comfort of the weight if he’s not having a good time mentally lol

joe with depression,,, i just think about that a lot sometimes,,, sometimes cooking feels meaningless and, like langa, he only feels something when he skates but it’s only this temporary feeling of joy and life,,,

and shadow with anxiety,,, over-compensating his anxiety by being shadow at night and being over the top and sometimes mean because internalized ableism,,, and if he pretends he doesn’t have anxiety then maybe he won’t feel it late at night or when everything seems to go wrong during a shift at work and he keeps dropping flowers because his hands are shaking and girls don’t like guys with anxiety, right ??? so shadow thinks that he CAN’T have anxiety :/// poor dude

miya with separation anxiety pushing people away before they get attached because if they push them away before they become friends, then they wouldn’t be able to leave them,,,

langa always bouncing his foot in class and all the time because it’s his main form of stimming (look at that boy and try to tell me he doesn’t bounce his legs like there’s no tomorrow i dare you) and sometimes it makes his legs sore and cherry and joe once recommended using a heating pad if it got really sore and langa does sometimes and it makes him happy

reki with ts having anxiety when he has to speak in front of the class / do presentations because he’s hyper-aware of his tics,,, so he always meets langa’s eyes and watches langa the whole time and langa sometimes mimes taking deep breaths which really helps but honestly just seeing langa makes reki feel like he can do anything (because he would do anything for langa)

cherry doodling to stim as a child and always getting in trouble for it because teachers used to like get pissed when students doodled (or maybe they still do and it’s just always been pissy teachers and not specifically teachers when our parents were kids) and eventually cherry got fed up with getting points docked for doodling so he started writing lists and stuff and been realized he had impeccable handwriting (also joe let cherry doodle on his hand during classes they had together so cherry wouldn’t get in trouble)

cherry once had a dream that he was rachel berry and joe was finn uhh *insert last name here* from glee and joe had a beautiful voice when they sang duets in his dream so he managed to convince joe to sing in reality and turns out joe cannot sing and cherry’s glee dreams were never the same (look i am tired lol)

joe likes being the strong one in the group and he enjoys being able to mess around / show off by just casually picking people up (he also does it as an expression of love because they’re basically hugs depending on how he holds you) and one day cherry is like… done with it ??? and just strolls up to joe and just throws him over his shoulder or something and joe combusts because he did Not know cherry can do that and no his face isn’t red shut up he doesn’t find this attractive what’re you talking about

miya wants a sword and keeps trying to convince everyone to get them one for their birthday but no one will agree because ‘they’ll hurt themselves and everyone else it does not matter that all your favorite characters have swords that does not mean You should have one’

langa is the kind of person that puts peanut butter on a cheeseburger

reki’s love language is a mix of gift giving and acts of service, but he tends to lean more towards giving gifts. his receiving love language is words of affirmation but he does Not know that yet (langa does—hence his constant “you’re amazing, reki”—and eventually so does the rest of their gang lol)

shadow likes theatre

miya has internet friends,,, so does cherry,,,

joe posts those affirmations on his story all the time

reki’s texts are sometime hard to read because a) his hands get injured a lot and b) tourette’s but langa (and soon the others) learn how to read reki texts

langa sleeps with a fan on for white noise

shadow was worried (and feeling a little left out but if he doesn’t acknowledge it, then that emotion is not real… that’s how that works, right???) since he was in the hospital when reki skated against adam the second time, so when they all went back to cherry’s to tend to reki’s numerous wounds and also celebrate friendship, miya kept shadow on a face time call the entire evening

langa has an android phone

reki is super comfortable with periods because he lives with five girls—he also usually has a couple of pads and tampons on him at all times because he’s the older sibling lol

langa wears socks with sandals,,, so does shadow,,,

shadow’s feet get cold easily so he wears fluffy socks a lot

cherry keeps his fingernails at the perfect length to dramatically tap them against the table (also to freak people out by doing that)

miya is Not a morning person

miya also likes having the windows to shadow’s car rolled up because their hair gets in their face otherwise but shadow likes them down so it’s this constant struggle

i still stand by cherry suing ad*m and using the money he won to pay for reki’s medical bills (… and shadow’s… and langa’s if he needs any)

i just feel like many people have reason to sue ad*m

ponytail langa rights

joe had really bad acne as a child and teen and cherry helped him feel less self-conscious about it and helped him embrace having acne and that’s one reason why he exposes so much skin as joe because it’s a reminder of personal growth <3

also joe has acne scars on his chin and cheeks

joe has cherry’s calligraphy all over his walls

ik i already said so in reki with ts headcanons but he doodles pictures for everyone in the sk8 fam and they all keep each and every one and shadow even puts them in his scrapbook

let langa punch adam 2k21

let reki punch adam 2k21

actually they All deserve to punch adam 2k21

miya’s favorite movie is coraline

langa can’t snap his fingers

joe and cherry always argue over whether even numbers or odd numbers are best

miya does esports

joe was in marching band and was in drumline

cherry stays up late to look at the stars and he had those plastic stars taped to his ceiling as a child

reki eats tomatoes like apples and it makes joe want to cry

okay if the atla & and the sk8 characters became internet friends… these are who i think they’d be internet friends with…

cherry: katara

joe: suki

langa: sokka

miya: aang

reki: zuko

shadow: toph

note: suki, joe, miya, and aang are all actually besties. aang is the kind of person that would usually annoy miya but they just can’t dislike aang no matter how much he may want to and they somehow find themselves attached

but suki and miya would also get along really well because I know they would and aang and joe would just have fun and like it’s what they deserve so they are interchangeable / all besties

also sk8 characters if they were benders...

cherry: fire or waterbender,,, cannot decide

joe: earthbender

langa: waterbender

miya: firebender

reki: resident nonbender

shadow: earthbender

#corey rambles:)#i have a lot of feelings #also i am really bored #no i totally didn't spend like a half hour going through texts with grace just to find all the sk8 headcanons i sent her wHAT #i should be doing homework but uhhh instead i am thinking about Them #it's fine everything is fine the day isn't over yet but it will be over soon keep it together twilight keep it together--#anyways this was brought to you by corey = bored #sk8 headcanons #kyan reki with tourette’s #kyan reki #hasegawa langa #higa hiromi #chinen miya #sakurayashiki kaoru #nanjo kojiro #sk8 langa #sk8 reki #sk8shadow #sk8 miya #sk8 cherry #sk8 joe #y'all idk what to do i might just write fanfiction #at least i'm bored in my apt and not in the er hahhahhahhhahahahha wednesday #maybe i'll make some tater tots #oh and i stand by the glee and spn one #i am not wrong #joe had a crush on dean winchester #anyways i'll stop talking to myself in the tags #lol #wait i will also die on scrapbooking shadow hill

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percabethfeelsfandom · 3 years

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Writing Prompt AU: Childhood Best Friends to Lovers

PART 5: Age 16

Luke and Thalia break up on homecoming night.

It’s only an hour into the night when Percy watches Luke drag Thalia out of the hall and into the parking lot. Even though it’s been months since Percy has hung out with either of them, he keeps an eye on the two, watching as their silhouettes point accusatory fingers at each other.

Annabeth and Grover, who he came to the dance with, are swaying playfully on the dance floor, but he waves them over and nods to the open door that Thalia left, exposing her and Luke as they shout at each other.

“Should we check on them?” Grover asks, biting his thumb anxiously. Percy shrugs and watches Annabeth. Well, at this point, he’s always watching Annabeth, especially tonight because she’s in a dress he’s never seen before, and it’s the colour of the sea, his favourite.

“Annabeth?”

“It’s not our business,” she says softly, but her eyes never leave the couple. Percy nods, and keeps his eyes trained on them, worry growing in his throat as Thalia steps closer to Luke, getting in his personal space.

Even from here, Percy can feel Luke’s anger, it’s potent and vile and he almost doesn’t recognise it on his old friend’s face. He’s about to tell Annabeth that they should intervene when someone lightly taps him on the shoulder. He whirls around, surprised, and forces a smile onto his face when he sees that it’s Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

“Hey Percy.”

Her voice catches Grover and Annabeth’s attention and they both turn to look at her as well. She doesn’t buckle under their gaze, keeping her bright eyes on Percy like she’s on a mission.

“Hey Rachel, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to dance?” She says it confidently, but as soon as she’s done, she bites her lip and starts swaying back and forth on her feet like she can’t stand still.

Dread fills Percy’s body and he struggles to come up with a nice way to say no because he really does not want to dance, not right now.

Rachel must see it on his face because she gives him a sad smile and nods slowly. More dread fills his body and he glances anxiously to his friends at his side who are also waiting for an answer. Annabeth is frowning deeply and Grover has this sort of amused look on his face.

“Right, that’s okay, uh, have a nice-” She starts and begins to walk away. Percy sighs and quickly reaches out, grabbing her wrist, when she pulls back he lets go quickly and holds his hands up in surrender.

“Wait- Rachel. Sorry,” he stutters unsure of why he stopped her. He can feel his friends gaze on him as he speaks to Rachel but he doesn’t turn, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Rachel asks, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

“Yes, I’ll dance.” Her face instantly brightens and he holds out a hand, which she takes.

Before he properly leaves, he quickly turns to Grover and Annabeth, whose mouth is wide open.

“Come get me if something happens with Thals and Luke.” Grover nods but Annabeth just stares after him like he’s speaking another language. He ignores the tight knot in his stomach and lets Rachel lead him to the dance floor, placing his hands lightly on her waist.

“What made you change your mind?”

“Hmm?”

“You weren’t going to dance with me, what made you change your mind?” Percy blushes at the bluntness of her words and tries to come up with another excuse. As they’re swaying to the music, he steps back and spins her a bit as the song reaches the chorus.

When he can’t think of an excuse he tells the truth.

“I wanted to see if I would feel a difference.” Rachel frowns and tilts her head at him confused. “I- uh, like someone else, and I’ve been trying to stop. I thought maybe if I danced with someone else I would feel different about them.”

“Why do you want to stop liking them?” Rachel doesn’t even seem fazed that he’s just confessed he likes someone else.

“Because she, I don’t know, I think she likes someone else, but she doesn’t realise it. So it’s just easier if I don’t like her.” Rachel loops her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, so close he can smell her floral perfume. It matches the brightly coloured flowers on her dress.

“Well if I’m not mistaken, Annabeth hasn’t taken her eyes off of us the entire dance so I think you’re all good Percy.”

“What?” Instantly he pulls his gaze away from Rachel and turns around wildly to look at where he last saw Annabeth. She’s not looking when he sees her, but he does catch sight of her flicking quick glances at him in between her conversation with Grover as the song ends and as Rachel walks him back to them.

“How’d you know?” He asks Rachel, trying to figure out what gave him away.

“Just a feeling. You should tell her.” When Percy doesn’t answer Rachel smiles and wiggles her fingers as a goodbye. “Thanks for the dance Percy, I’ll see you around.”

He lifts a hand up as well, still too surprised at how easily she was able to read him.

“Have fun?” Annabeth asks with pursed lips.

Percy shrugs, “Yeah I guess. She’s pretty cool.”

“Hmph.”

Annabeth turns back to facing the door so that she can watch Thalia and Luke (who are still fighting) while Percy turns to Grover behind her back and tries to ask Grover what her problem is via extreme facial expressions. Grover scrunches his shoulders up and shrugs, saying he doesn’t know and Percy sighs, running a hand through his hair.

Out of nowhere, Annabeth’s hand slaps his wrist.

“Hey!”

“Stop messing up your hair.” She says, without turning to him.

“Who are you, my Mom?” He asks and keeps messing it up because it feels weird all gelled down and sticky.

“No but you never have your hair like that and I want nice photos of us later.”

“I look like an idiot.”

“That’s because you are, Seaweed Brain.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh shut-”

A loud crack catches both of their attention and they both turn to the direction of the sound and see Thalia standing at the doorway, her fury tangible in her stance as she walks towards them. Behind her Percy barely glimpses a look at Luke who is cradling his face, blood seeping from his nose, where Percy assumes Thalia has just punched him.

He doesn’t even fully register that she’s come up to them until she’s talking.

“I know you probably hate me right now, but I can’t be here anymore. I’ll explain everything, but can one of you take me home please.”

Annabeth is already opening her purse and handing the keys to Percy. He’s the better driver out of the two, and she’s already wrapping her arms around Thalia, who is fighting back tears.

In less than 5 minutes the four of them are packed in Annabeth’s Dad’s old car and Percy is carefully pulling out of the parking lot and taking them to Annabeth’s house.

Thalia doesn’t speak until they’re all situated in Annabeth’s room. Percy has taken off his second-hand suit jacket, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, and Grover is pulling clothes from Annabeth’s drawer, throwing pieces at Percy so they can both change into comfier clothes.

As he’s about to change Annabeth pokes him sharply.

“Photos Percy!” She reminds, and he rolls his eyes, rebuttoning his shirt.

Thalia waits for them to settle, Percy and Annabeth on her bed, and Grover on the window sill before she speaks.

“Okay, so I want to start by saying sorry. It’s been months since I’ve spoken to any of you and I totally get if you hate me for that, but I do have a reason, but also it’s okay if you don’t forgive me because I wouldn’t forgive me either.”

“Thals,” Annabeth whispers. She looks like she’s about to cry and Percy can see her hands fidgeting like they want to move and grab something. He reaches over to her bedside table and gives her a fidget toy, and then carefully takes her other hand, rubbing soothing circles around the top of her palm.

She doesn’t say anything, but she squeezes his palm in thanks.

“Let me talk first Annabeth before you say anything. I want to make sure I say this all right.”

So she talks. Thalia starts from the beginning, how she’s always loved Luke, and how when he moved, she called him each day, and they never lost contact, and how him turning up wasn’t a surprise to her because they’d been talking about it for months already. She talks about how it was her first relationship with someone ever, and she’d never liked someone this much in her life, so she didn’t realise that spending every breathing moment with him wasn’t normal. At one point Thalia takes off her suit jacket and loosens her own tie. Annabeth offers a change of clothes but Thalia shakes her head, determined to continue with the story. She continues to say that Luke started acting differently when they officially started dating, started telling Thalia not to hang out with them because he only wanted to spend time with her, and that they were saying things about her behind her back.

“I knew it wasn’t true, but I didn’t want to fight with him, everything felt so perfect when we were together. I just wanted us to not fight. So I let him pull me away from you guys.”

This time when Annabeth squeezes Percy’s hand, it’s in warning, because he realises that he’s using her hand as a stress ball. He apologises silently by letting go, and loosely threading their fingers together so that he doesn’t accidentally hurt her.

“It didn’t get bad until last summer when I told him that I missed you guys and that I wanted to be friends with you again. It got even worse when I told him that I might like girls as well as guys.”

Percy sees her hold her breath as she says the last part and feels his face split open into a grin.

“Me too,” he says simply and the smile that Thalia gives him back is enough for Percy to forgive her of everything. I’m proud of you, he mouths so that he doesn’t interrupt her story.

“I don’t know why it was such a big issue, but he kept bringing it up. He never went a day without saying something about it, and it was never nice. I hated it. He made me feel like I wasn’t allowed to like both, and I realised that I just wasn’t happy with him. I was so sad all the time, and all I wanted was to talk to you guys but he was always there. At the gym tonight, I knew that the only way he’d actually let me break up with him was if it was public. So that’s what I did.”

Annabeth pushes off the bed and throws herself onto Thalia. Percy and Grover are quick to follow until they’re a tangle of limbs, suits and dress (in Annabeth’s case) on the ground. Grover and Thalia are crying and holding each other tightly, and Annabeth has wrapped her arms around Thalia’s torso. It kind of reminds Percy of a koala and he pulls out his phone to take a photo of the three of them, immortalising this moment.

“So what did he think when you showed up wearing that?” Percy asks, nodding at the fitted suit Thalia wears, “Looks awesome by the way,” he adds.

Thalia scoffs.

“I thought his head was going to explode.” They all laugh and Percy rejoins them on the floor, ending up laying in Annabeth’s lap as they all hold onto each other, making up for time wasted.

“I can’t believe Luke is such a jackass,” Percy says with a shake of his head.

“Do you think he had a particular reason why he was like that towards you Thals? Is there something happening at his home?” Annabeth asks and Percy turns to her with an incredulous look.

“Wise Girl, come on, no matter how crappy a person's home life is, that doesn’t mean you can project that onto someone you care about. Like look at me, you don’t see me being an ass to you just because Gabe was the worst step-father in the world.”

“What happened with Gabe?” Thalia asks, sitting up abruptly when she hears his name but Percy waves her off.

“Nothing important. He just wasn’t a good person, but we don’t live with him anymore. Mom’s dating Paul and she’s happy and that’s all that matters to me.”

Thaila looks like she wants to say more but Annabeth cuts in.

“I’m not trying to make excuses for him, I just wanted to ask because that really doesn’t sound like the Luke I know,” she pauses when she sees Thalia’s face fall, “That doesn’t mean I don’t believe you...I really do. I just- I want to hear his side of it too you know? But I’ll stand by you no matter what.”

Thalia nods slowly and takes Annabeth’s outstretched hand.

“The Luke you know is very different to the Luke that I dated Annabeth. He’s changed a lot. He pretends he hasn’t, but he has and none of it is good. Even if you get his side of the story, I don’t think he’d tell the truth. I swear, on my brother and on my Mom, everything I’ve said is true. But if you want to ask him to double-check, I won’t stop you.”

Annabeth does end up asking Luke for his side of the story, and her decision still baffles Percy to this day, but Thalia reassures him that it’s for her own sanity.

“Luke and Annabeth were a lot closer than you remember I think. It really hurt Annabeth when he stopped talking to her. I think it hurt him too, I never knew why, but I think he had a thing for her at one point, but he chose me.”

That old familiar sting of jealousy holes up in Percy’s stomach as he waits for Annabeth to come back and meet them at her car.

“Do you think he still does? Like her, that is?” The words are like cotton in his mouth, suffocating and hard to speak around.

“Maybe. Wouldn’t be surprised if she does too. She never told me, but I always had a feeling.”

Oh.

Percy nods, unable to bring himself to say anything and waits in silence. Annabeth comes walking down the steps, wiping her eyes and Percy’s instincts kick in, and he’s running to her, pulling her close to his chest and holding her there.

“What did he do? Are you okay?” He asks when she finally pushes him away slightly. Her eyes are still watering but she smiles and pokes him in the cheek.

“I’m okay. Let’s go home.”

She lets him lead her into the car, he drops Thalia off first before pulling up at Annabeth’s.

“Come in?”

He nods and follows her soundlessly to her room. He unwraps his scarf and hangs his jacket on a hook, like he has many times before and sets himself on her bed, playing with her old stuffed toys as she slowly undoes her coat, clearly distracted.

“Thals was right. Luke is- I don’t know who that Luke was.” Annabeth admits.

A selfish part of Percy sighs in relief, and he holds out his arms as a peace offering to Annabeth. She smiles and sits down with him, not quite in his arms, but close enough that Percy isn’t complaining.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault.”

“Because you’re sad and I don’t like seeing you sad, especially when I can’t do anything about it.”

“Seaweed Brain you can’t make everyone happy.” She says with a teasing smile.

“I don’t want to make everyone happy, just you.” The words come out before he fully processes thinking it and he swallows thickly when Annabeth stares at him, slightly dumbfounded.

Finally, she moves, and leans down, ever so softly pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You do make me happy. You always have, don’t doubt that.” Percy can’t help but close his eyes and relish in the warmth she gives him. When he opens his eyes again she’s staring right back at him, like she can see into his soul. He secretly wishes her eyes weren’t so beautiful, because then he wouldn’t have such a problem with looking away, but they’re not, they’re the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen and he never wants to stop.

“You make me happy too.” More than you’ll ever know.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympian #heroes of olympus #rick riordan #otp writing prompts #writing prompts #mortal au #percabeth #annabeth chase #thalia grace #grover underwood #luke castellan #sally jackson #rachel elizabeth dare #one shot #fanfiction #childhood best friends to lovers #gabe ugliano #alternate universe

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anachronisticcrab · 3 years

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Solangelo Headcanons

So I’ve got a lot of these cause I’m such a simp for Nico and Will (feel free to ask me about any other Headcanons on either character, cause I’ve got LOTS)

They’re both massive nerds, but neither of them really like the same kind of things

Like, Will is more of a Star Wars and Star Trek fan, he loves Harry Potter more than life itself, and reads medical textbooks and animal books for fun

But Nico is such a linguistics and mythology nerd, we all know he loves Pokémon and DND, and he’s really into classic literature and art

They both spend 90% of their dates geeking out over their interests, and even when they talk about something the other doesn’t understand, they’re super supportive and sweet cause they’re both cute geeks

As much as they aren’t interested in the same things for the most part, they do have a few interests in common (pirates, astronomy, Dreamworks and Disney animated movies, The Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings, music, marvel and DC)

They absolutely have movie marathon dates. It’s their favourite thing. Their favourite movie series’ are Pirates of the Caribbean, Night at the Museum, and The Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit

Nico loves watching Star Wars with Will because Will mumbled the lines along with the characters and does little lightsaber noises along with it and he’s so cute

Will likes watching movie adaptions of classic lit with Nico because he points out everything that’s different from the books, why the movies are bad, and insists on pausing it to go on rants about everything they got wrong. Will fucking loves it

They both have tattoos. Will’s got the sun over his chest, and a small semi colon on his left wrist next to a treble clef. Nico’s got a semicolon on his right wrist next to a bass clef

Will loves Halloween, and Nico could take it or leave it (he never did anything for it because he grew up in Italy), but Nico does couples costumes because Will looks at him with puppy dog eyes and Nico’s helpless

They’ve gone as Jed and Octavian from Night at the Museum; Buzz Lightyear and Woody; those two crazy pirates from Pirates of the Caribbean (the one with the wooden eye who dressed up in drag, and the short one who got upset over parlay); 1930’s mobsters; Adam and Barbara Maitland from Beetlejuice; Han Solo and Luke Skywalker

They actually talk to Mr. D, and that’s why they’re his favourite— they play poker with him, they talk to him, they treat him like anyone else and he lives them for it

Will loves every single one of Nico’s siblings (Rachel, Hazel, Reyna, Meg, Jason, Connor, Travis, Percy, Tyson, Estelle, Chiara, Piper, etc). They share ridiculous Nico stories and plan pranks on him— they all adore Will

Will’s siblings and friends lowkey love Nico more than Will. He brings them McDonalds, teases Will and makes Will blush, attempts archery to try to bond with them (he really tries, but he’s just really awful), he tells Will’s little siblings bedtime stories. Nico’s just really awkward, and he really tries, and they all love him. Of course, Cecil, Lou Ellen, Austin, and Kayla bug Nico a lot because he’s so awkward, but the truth is they really, really, really like him

Will is horrible at music. Like, truly horrible at anything to do with music. But he has an encyclopedic knowledge of music from over the last 200 years, and randomly quotes lyrics and talks about musical theory all day long

In contrast, Nico is amazing at playing piano and guitar, plus he enjoys playing the drums. He’s really musically talented, but knows nothing about the theory behind it or about the artists. Whenever Nico tries to learn a new song, Will nerds out over the musician/background of the song/cool lyrical devices that make it an amazing song. Nico frickin loves it

Nico loves cooking, while Will can’t cook for his life. Like someone get this boy some help, he almost burnt down his mom’s house while microwaving popcorn. They agreed that Nico would cook and Nico would clean

Nico can’t drive for shit. I mean, cars don’t exist in the city where he grew up (there’s not enough room for vehicles on the few roads in Venice), and even if there were, he’s Italian and gay (sorry about the stereotypes there, but I really can’t see Nico being a good driver). Will drives them everywhere or gets Jules-Albert to drive them, and hides Nico’s drivers license to ‘protect the public from his menace of a boyfriend’

You know how I mentioned the no vehicles in Venice thing? Yeah, no bikes are in the city either. Will taught Nico to ride a bike after the Giants War (before they started dating). Hazel took videos and pictures cause Nico was freaking out over it and yelling at Will not to let him die

Will finds animals on the street and adopts them. Nico begrudgingly helps Will to take care of the animals until they find good homes for them (mostly from people in New Rome)

Unfortunately, Will gets attached to them, and now they have 5 cats, 2 dogs, 3 snakes, 4 lizards, and a blue Jay

They’re both really grumpy in the morning. If you wake either of them up, they will probably bite your hand off

They like going on runs a lot? They’ll go on jogs once a day if possible, and they’ll chat or share earbuds while doing so

They go on dates on canoe lake a lot. They like to have races on the canoes, and to just float out away from everyone else (they totally don’t joke about being pirates or pretend to be pirates while on the lake, that’d be ridiculous and childish)

When Will’s been in the infirmary for too long, Nico walks in and throws a Kit Kat at his head, and then drags him out of the infirmary (sometimes by his ear, sometimes by his hand, depending on how long Will’s been in there for or how annoyed Nico is that day)

Nico’s teaching Will how to speak Venetian (he sucks at it, but Nico appreciates the effort)

Nico takes a long time to get used to PDA, and even after they’ve been dating for years, Nico’s really only comfortable with holding hands and hugs (plus cheek kisses or quick pecks) in public. Will’s fine with it, and he didn’t stop smiling for three days after Nico first pecked him on the cheek in public

International dates! Paris, Venice, Milan, Madrid, Banff, Athens, Cairo, Tokyo, Sydney, Ho Chi Minh, everywhere! They love travelling!

They have a lot of conversations where they tell the other how amazing they are (since they’re both pretty self-deprecating, and they think the world of the other, it ends up with them just going ‘shut up you’re beautiful, why do you put up with me’ for hours on end)

Dates on roofs! Nico and Will point out constellations at night and cloud watch during the day. They have picnics on the roof of the Big House, and the Hades and Apollo cabins all the time

They buy each other Funko Pop figures for birthdays, Christmas, and basically anytime they want to get each other a gift

#pjo #HoO #TOA #hoo #nico di angelo #og post #Will solace #Percy Jackson #jason grace #Austin lake #austin and kayla #kayla knowles #hazel levesque #frank zhang #reyna avila ramirez arellano #Leo Valdez #solangelo #solangelo headcanons #so many of them

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mediocre-writerr · 3 years

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betty [quinn fabray]

quinn fabray x fem reader

summary: the last part of my quinn fabray mini series! this takes place in the pov of quinn and her side of the story! enjoy : )

*not my gif*

“Quinny?” my mom poked her head through the door, “You got to get ready for school.” she says softly.

I groaned as I shoved my head into a pillow. I didn’t want to go to school today or well ever for that matter.

And you’re probably thinking: Quinn what teenager actually wants to go to school?

i did...once. When I didn’t fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me. Meeting her at her locker, holding her hand down the hall, singing songs to her in glee club. All of it. But that’s all faded away like a moment in time.

“Not today.” I mumble.

“Quinn, honey, I let you miss so much school these past couple months. I need you to go just this once.” she whispers before closing the door.

I let out another groan as I pulled the covers off my body. Stumbling my way into the bathroom. As I look in the mirror the pit that was in my stomach continued growing.

I hated how I looked. I hated how I felt. I fucked up. It was all on me.

And it all started at junior prom.

“Love, dance with me!” Y/N yelled over the loud music that was playing, trying to pull me out of my seat at the table I was sitting at.

I smiled widely at her enthusiasm before raising my eyebrows at her. She knows I hate the crowds. Sure, I was popular and wanted the attention.

But there’s a difference between walking down the hall like a bad ass than being trapped in a crowd of thousands, feeling like you’re suffocating and sweating.

“This is my favorite song.” she pouted when I gave her the look.

I pulled the hand that she had in her hand closer to me. Giving it a sweet kiss, “Next dance, I promise.”

She pouts a little before running back off to the dance floor. I sat there drinking the spiked punch, letting the alcohol burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. Leaving a warm sensation behind.

I watched Y/N’s every move. She wasn’t very far away from where I was planted. Jumping up and down, doing crazy dance moves, with Sam.

I love Sam with every bone in my body, but I was always jealous of the blonde boy. He was a nice guy, funny, good looking and super close to Y/N.

“Looks like your girlfriend is having more fun with Sam, than she is with you.” Santana says, leaning against the chair I was sitting on.

“I don’t like the crowds. She knows that. She’s just trying to enjoy her prom.” I mumble, trying to ignore her snide remarks.

Santana hums in response before taking a sip of her own punch, “Sure, let’s keep telling yourself that. And I’ll be the one saying ‘I told you so’ when she leaves you for him.”

That was it. That’s what started my insecurities.

Was I good enough for Y/N? Or will she find her own non-complicated love with Sam or Finn? Was Santana right?

After procrastinating for God knows how long, I finally made it to school.

“Quinn!” Mercedes yelled getting my attention away from locker.

I tried forcing on my best smile, “Hey what’s up?”

“You’re coming to Y/N’s party tonight right? Everyone’s gonna be there! I don’t want you to miss it.” Mercedes said.

I shook my head looking down at my shoes, “No. I wasn’t planning on going. I don’t think she would want me there anyway.” I mumble.

Mercedes looked at me sympathetically, “Well I want you to come. Dig yourself out of the depressing hole you’re in and come hang out with people who care about you. Think about it, okay?”

I nod before she goes running off to talk to Kurt. I open my locker and stare at the cardigan hanging off of one of the hooks. My eyes dart around my locker to see the pictures of the two of us hanging on the walls.

I miss her.

The bell rings and I weave my way through the somewhat crowded walls and into my anatomy class for homeroom. I take my seat next to Jacob Ben Israel and sigh softly.

“Alright class take your seats!” Mr. Barnson yells as he walks in the door, taking his bag off.

I look at the empty stool next to me. Y/N wasn’t in here today. She must’ve stayed home. I wish I could’ve, especially after what happened yesterday.

“Jacob, you’re going to be Ms. Fabray’s new lab partner.” he says and I watch as Jacob’s eyes lighten up.

The afro-hair kid coming to sit next to me, “Can I smell your hair?” he asks, disturbingly.

I shutter in disgust and raise my hand, “Yes Ms. Fabray?”

“What happened to Y/N?” I ask.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N switched homerooms this morning.” he says nonchalantly while looking back at his list for attendance.

Oh.

The day went on and on, dragging like a bad movie that wouldn’t end. Until finally it did.

I walked to school today. I’ve been walking to school the past couple months. It was a nice break to just clear my head and think about everything. Sometimes it hurt to do, but it was much needed.

I didn’t want to go straight home today. I didn’t want to go home and just lock myself in my room, curling up into a ball of nothingness. So I walked around more.

“Quinn? Do you need a ride?” I hear a voice ask.

I turn towards the voice to see Mike and Tina in his car, “No thanks. I think I’m just gonna walk.”

“Okay. Well we’ll see you tonight, right? We all miss hanging out with you.” he suggests.

“I don’t know.” I say looking anywhere, but them.

“You should.” Tina says before the light turns green and they drive off with a wave.

I continued walking until I found myself at the mall need Breadstix. I hate the mall.

I used to love going there with Santana and Brittany back during sophomore year of high school. When I was dating Finn and head Cheerio, but now it just reminds me of everything that went wrong.

When my insecurity was at its greatest peak.

“Hello beautiful!” I say as I answer Y/N’s phone call, walking through the mall.

“Hi love! I miss you so much.” she whispers and I smile softly.

I hear rustling coming from her side of the phone, another girl’s voice, “I miss you more.” I say softly, “Who are you with?”

“Oh I’m with my friend Lizzie. She’s also a intern here and we’re just having dinner! She’s really cool!” Y/N said excitedly.

The rest of the conversation was about her internship and the amazing stuff she was learning and the new people she was meeting. How much she was having.

I should have been happy for her, but all I could think about what was, how much her life is better without me? What a fun life she could have without me?

I left the mall that I was once walking in and nothing seemed good enough to buy. I was getting closer to my house as I was walking on the broken cobblestone. Just thinking about her.

How much I just want her to come back home and into my arms. How much I want her to let me know that I’m the only one she wants and that I am good enough for her.

Someone’s car came by slowing down next to me as they rolled their window down, pulling me out of my thoughts. Santana was sitting in the driver’s seat with her sunglasses on. Her usual high pony was down which revealed her curly brunette hair.

She looked like a figment of my worst intentions. Her lips stained with a dark red lipstick and the way she was eyeing me. It just sent shivers down my spine.

“Quinn, get in, let’s drive.”

And those four words was all it took. Well four words and a human full of loneliness.

A car honks shaking me from that terrible terrible memory. Leaving me with a mind and head full of thoughts.

Should I go to the party tonight? Will she want me there? Will I regret not going?

There’s two ways me going would play out.

1.) I would get there and she would open the door and slam it on my face. Then she would open it again just to tell me to go fuck myself.

I shutter at the thought of the most likely scenario. The sun was setting turning the sky into a cotton candy looking sky. What a beautiful sky for a stressful decision.

Santana laid next to me on the grassy field of my backyard. It was a cotton candy color as the orange hue blended with the dreamy blue.

I spent the week driving around with Santana. We would go exploring the small town in Lima or just drive around singing to random songs.

We laid there in silence just staring up at the sky. She took my hand in hers intertwining them together. And in that moment I didn’t care. I wanted to feel something, anything.

Anything besides this pit of loneliness.

She turned her head towards mine. And in a beat her lips were on mine. It was soft at first yet passionate. Then the next thing I knew, clothes were flying off, and hands were roaming.

2.) Y/N opens the door and sees me standing there. I apologize for everything, she leads me to our spot in the backyard. And kiss me in front of everyone.

Yeah like that would ever fucking happen.

I didn’t know what I was expecting when Y/N came back from Pennsylvania. After the many nights spent with Santana, I dropped her. Or well ghosted her I should say.

I didn’t answer her calls or her texts. I knew what I did was wrong and I decided to just end it before things could get any worse.

Was it fucked up?

Yes, but I did what I had to try and salvage what I had left in our relationship.

I thought I could get away with it too. Until the guilt started eating me alive. The pit in my stomach wasn’t loneliness, it was guilt.

And then Santana told Brittany. Brittany told Artie. Artie told Tina. Tina told Mike. Mike told Puck. Puck told Mercedes. Mercedes told Kurt. Kurt told Blaine. Blaine told Rachel. Rachel told Finn. Finn told Sam. Then finally, Rachel told Y/N since no one else had the heart to.

Y/N slammed my locker shut causing me to flinch back, “Tell me she’s lying.” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“Who’s lying love? What happened?” I say attempting to take her in my arms, but she took a step back.

“Tell me that you didn’t hook up with Santana while I was gone. And that it’s some weird vendetta against you.” she whispers staring at me.

I couldn’t lie to her anymore. It was killing me. I didn’t want to lie anymore. I just needed to tell her.

I just stared at her desperately trying to find an explanation. Desperately trying to apologize and explain everything to her, but no words came out.

“Y/N-”

“You did didn’t you?” Y/N asked barely in a whisper.

I nodded sadly and a sob escaped her lips.

“Y/N please let me-” I try to say and she shakes her head.

“No. We’re done Quinn!” she yells in between sobs running off.

I looked up and found myself in front of Y/N’s house.

I wasn’t trying to go here. I guess my feet just carried me here. The party was in full swing and through her window I could see her just sitting there, nursing a cup.

Her favorite song was playing and she wasn’t dancing. She was just sitting there, trying to smile, but was struggling too.

It hurt me, knowing that I’m the reason for her pain.

I hesitantly knocked on the door and the door flung open. Y/N was standing there and she was shocked, but her eyes softened. But it didn’t matter anymore because she covered it up with a harder shell.

She came out and stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind her.

“Happy birthday.” I whisper.

She mumbles, “Thanks.”

“Can we talk please?” I ask.

She was thinking about it. I could tell. Her eyes were furrowed and she was biting her lip. She looked in deep thought before nodding and leading me to the backyard garden.

There was a bench swing hanging from the trees. And we took a seat on there together.

This is the spot. Our spot.

We had our first kiss here. I asked her to be my girlfriend here. Everything happened right here.

“Y/N I’m sorry. And before you say anything I know. I know sorry means nothing and it has no excuse for what I did. But I am so deeply sorry. I don’t know much and I don’t have much to say because I wasn’t expecting to come tonight But I do know that I miss you and you were the best thing that has ever happened to me.” I whisper letting all of the tears spill.

She lets out a shaky sigh, “I know. I forgive you.”

I smile softly and I try to lean in to kiss her, but she immediately pulls back. Leaving me embarrassed and heartbroken.

“Just because I forgive you doesn’t mean that I want to get back together. I know you know that what you did was wrong. And I trust you when you say that it wasn’t anything special. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I love you Quinn Fabray, but I just can’t do this right now.” she whispers back.

She begins to wipe away the tears from my cheeks. I took in a deep breath before embracing the feeling of her touch. Y/N closes her eyes and rests her forehead on top of mine.

I cup her cheeks into my hands. My thumb trying to memorize all of the crevasse, cheek bones, every little feature.

“I will always love you and maybe we’ll be together one day. Just not today.” she whispers pulling away and kissing my cheek softly, “Goodbye Quinn.”

#quinn fabray #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray imagines #quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray x fem reader

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