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cupidscrule · 5 months

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MESSY. Leon X reader fanfiction.

TW - Noncon, kidnapping, knife play, murder.

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You go to the bar alone, Leon's your overprotective boyfriend. Unfortunately you end up with a mouth full of cock from four strangers so Leon has to step in.

You were always a girl who turned heads, whenever you stepped into a room. But that was just along with the perk of having an agent boyfriend, lucky lucky girl. Stunning body, cute face, great personality. And the perfect partner to go with it, man you had it ALL, money, some sort of fame, and love. Only down side was that Leon never and I mean NEVER let you go places alone, geez dude I'm a grown woman and I can't even drive myself to the club? But his protective behavior was kind of cute so I always just let it slide, didn't matter just meant I could show off to all those creeps I'm taken. Which seemed to happen a lot, Leon sits in the back of the bar, I'm up at the front just trying to make talk with my girls until a fat bald man starts trying to flirt with me, they all looked the same. Middle aged unfit unkempt gross probably married men hitting on a girl half his age, honestly it was more pathetic then anything. Plus nothing interesting ever happened, Leon would come up behind me give me a kiss on my neck and give the creep a look and they would leave. Ugh same old story each time, honestly it was getting BORING I love drama and this shit just happens, feels like they don't even want me if they're gonna give up THAT easily..

But that's all besides the point, men in bars are gross creepy pedos, not that I was underage but it just feels creepy when a 50 year old is trying to fuck a 21 year old? Y'know? Just gives me the ick, but this all kinda seemed to fucken change one day. " Leon pleasee- just let me go- no com'on I'll be good- no seriously I can handle myself." I begged Leon to just let me get wasted at my favorite bar alone, I don't know what I'm even thinking honestly I'm just bored and don't want him to be around, don't get me wrong I love love LOVE Leon just sometimes a girls GOTTA be alone? "Hun- no. Ah don't look at me like that- okay- yeah, mhm. Sure. Fine, just- be back soon? Mhm?" He finally says those heavenly words "Sure" it was like a choir of angels started fucking singing, god touched you, the most wonderful word ever fuckin created. A dream that finally came true "AHH THANK YOU !!" I scream out in excitement hugging him tightly, Leon's like 5'11. I'm 5'2, so it's a bit awkward trying to hug him but we make it work? Kinda? Either way it doesn't matter I get to go out alone today!! I put on just a basic outfit, didn't really feel like I was in the mood to get harassed, just a simple black oversized hoodie, obviously from Leon, duh. And a white skirt you could barely see from underneath, giving myself a pat on the back got that one, it was cute, and comfy.

I get into my Tesla, Leon FINALLY bought it, well for himself more but the details don't matter, all that does is I'm driving ALONE. Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning when they see those dinky presents left by "Santa", god the adrenaline.

Carefully pulling out of the driveway and to my favorite place 'jédem lè démen' sounds dumb as fuck but they served cheap shots and played decent music, all that really matters in a drinking place. But damn it was a far drive, almost 40 minutes just to get to one shitty place. But normally it was always worth the time it took, I mean at least I don't have to listen to Leon or anyone else talk, just put on the radio and listen to Brittany Speers what else could a girl want?

"FINALLY" after what felt like YEARS I finally made it, the dim lights , flashing open sign. And random homeless man OD'ing in the corner, a girls dream place. Walking up to open the stained door, the yellowish light now beaming over you feels just like home walking up to sit at the BEST place, also known as the place no one sits cause it's weird. Dead in the center at the bar, there was normally at least a 3 chair gap between you, as it should be honestly. I don't want a greasy old geezer to be rubbing up against me, makes me wanna vomit. "Can I get a bloody Marry?" I ask the bar tender, the place seemed pretty empty only a few people in booths jeez it was like someone told everyone 'AGENT LEON KENNEDYS FUTURE WIFE WILL BE COMING TO THIS SHITHOLE, UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR TEETH KICKED IN DONT COME' I mean not that Leon would actually ever hurt someone, he was a dick but not evil? "Here, $3.23." the bartender handed me, ah yes the holy grail of drinks, cheap ass medicore alcohol. "Hey there cutely" EW, what? I feel a hot breath on my neck, turning my head slightly and looking at the werido, yeah pretty much what I expect, oily gross middle aged men. Hitting on ME. Really thought this wouldn't happen this time but here we are, "I'm not interested sorry" I say passive aggressively, ugh all I want is ONE night in peace. The ugly pig doesn't leave after that though, "awe com'on sweet heart? I could make you feel real good hunny " he says getting a little close to comfort, I grit my teeth. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? "I have a boyfriend, go get your dick wet somewhere else" Yeesh that could've gotten me killed but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do-? After all that I feel like it's over, I mean no one in the bar noticed what was going on so-? "Whatever" he says walking away, just as I thought, man it's a miracle at this point. I get back to drinking away that scenario for another 40 or so minutes, damn it's late I gotta get goin before Leon starts spam callin me..

I pay my tab and walk out, the cold air hitting my face, it was winter but I wasn't exactly dressed for that. The flickering light from the post, cool breeze running down my legs, cold as fuck, just my luck it seems. Out the corner of my eye I see the pig, not really suspicious I mean a lot of people were calling it a night who was I to judge Mr pedo for going to bed at midnight? "Awe bunny you're already going?" The man says, I can see him walking towards me, it looked like he had a few of his other ugly friends with him. They made a fucken club it seems, loser incel annonams.

"I already said I'm not interested" I say trying to plator on a fake ass smile looking over at the virgin corner. "Well you see short stuff, I don't fucken care? Y'know, so how about we make this nice and easy, me and my guys take you back to my place. No pain, just get in our car and we'll give you the night of your life and tomorrow morning you can go run to your little boyfriends, hm?" He says grinning, walking closer towards me, ew. "In your fucking dream." I say walking away, they didn't have to balls to actually grab me, right? I start walking towards MY car, honestly as fast as I can without running. Till I feel a hand grab my wrist, "mmmm, now what did I say? You're either leaving here was us willingly or we'll have to use some extra measures" one the guys says, a shiver goes up my arm, as I try to pull away. "I don't care just let me go- please - no I don't want to go with you, fuck LET ME GO-" I blabber out as the put my arms behind my back, before putting a ball gag in my mouth and dragging me to their car, shoving me in the trunk. They duck tape my arms and legs together, damn strong fucking adhesive for some spur of the moment kidnaping, I'm kicking and screaming trying to get out, it's crammed, there's a pipe and some pliars behind me, the fuck are they gonna do with a metal pipe? That's so random.

They drove for awhile, I'm not the strongest but I managed to get to tape off my wrists, tears rolling down my face, I didn't have my phone with me I left it in the car. Fucking idiot you are, after a while the car finally stopped. You heard the doors open, as they busted open the truck, you saw the entrance to a beaten down house. Overgrown plants and moldy looking wood, just your luck, poor creeps had to kidnap and rape you. Lucky fucking girl, they grab me out, putting a knife to my throat genstering for me to get walkin inside, I don't have much of a choice given at any second my throat could be slit so I just do what they say. Leon's otta find me, right? He always told me if god forbid I ever got in scenario where I was taken without him to just do what they said and pay attention to every detail, he always talked to me like a dog. they shove me Into the house, locking the door and one of the men grabbed me and held me from my back. Preventing my arms from moving, "such a cute fucking girl, what's your name love?" The virgin leader says to me, grabbing my chin "none of your fucking business." I say trying to pull my face away, there were 4 people, well less people more dogs. Animals. disgusting little things, he slaps my face, hard. I flinch a little, tears falling from my eyes, one of the other men taking a knife cutting my shirt off, my tits popping out. They start roughing me up, the man from behind starts moving his hand towards my cunt, goin real slow, "please - no - STOP" I shout squirming away, trying to push my arms out of the position they were in, they throw me onto my stomage, hitting the floor, my legs are still tied as I can't move, I hear them unzip their pants, Jesus this is actually happening, this is happening and I can't do anything. "Fuck man, we got so lucky. A nice little Whore all to ourselves." One man says, ripping off my pretty little white skirt, leaving me in my panties and lacy white bra, I feel a pressure be put on my back so I can't move, then a little poke, like a needle "what- ah- what the fuck is that -??" I frantically spit out before feeling my body get heavy, "a little relaxer, can't have you runnin on us?" Leader guy says, flipping me to my back, showing my laced white panties with a bow, cute little lacy white matching bra, almost as if you were dressed an angel, cute isn't it. You couldn't move, felt like dead weight but you were conscience the man from before cuts off your Bra, dragging the knife over your stomage, pushing just hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, you wanna scream but you can't. They untie your legs, the leader man pulls out his hard on, blood running down your stomage the man with a knife cuts off your pretty panties, each man spits on your pussy. Before leader virgin rams into you, hard, rough. I can't scream, just watch and cry, my voice feels to weak, just a silent cry, as the knife man continues cutting me with shallow strikes, the others sit on the couch and jack off to me, the first man finishes inside me, before spreading my legs farther and hitting my swollen pussy, like a fucking pig. Blood dripping from my chest and arms, cum falling out my cunt, I don't remember anything else, just pain. I started to fade out of reality once they brought the pipe out.

I woke up the next day dumped infront of the bar from last night, I remembered everything but at the same time fuck all?

I see the still fresh cuts over my body, they put a white t shirt over me, didn't bother giving me new panties it seems. I shakily walk towards my car, surprisingly it's still there. The bar Is closed, and the sun is rising. A part of me felt like I should go to the police but something was telling me to just drive to Leon. He was safer.

After a horrible 45 minute drive, of me crying my eyes out and whining. I get to our home, parking the car and shakily walking inside where I see Leon sitting on the couch drinking.. tea? What the fuck is going on, "you're finally home." He says in a stern voice before glancing over at me, it takes him a few seconds to process what he's seeing, face going from slightly irratied to shock. Blood stained shirt, and bruises EVERWHERE, "l-leon.." I say in my still shaky voice before stumbling towards him falling into his chest tears staining his black shirt, "what the fuck happened? Who did this? What??" He says holding me, "these ... Guys grabbed me, mm." I quitely say into his chest, grabbing at his shoulders. A complete personality shift when your scared with Leon, you could feel him let go of you. "Did they take you somewhere?" He asks pulling me away from his tits, "yeah" I mumble quitely, "where?" He asks still looking down at me. "630 Connie street W. Moldy house with overgrown plants- I paid attention to the setting like you told me" you say slightly smiling, face still tear stained but hey you were kinda proud of yourself.

"Go a shower, I'll be back later. I know it's scary, but trust me." He says placing me on the cushion next to him, before standing up, giving me a kiss on the head and walking out. Getting into the car and driving off, the fuck was he gonna do? Surely couldn't be that bad but really what was he thinking? You watch him drive off and he wasnt back for another 4 hours.

In that time I already showered, got new clothes, and by that I mean putting another one of Leon's shirts on and a pair of shorts. I was sitting on the couch watching true crime, when the door opens and I see Leon, holding four guys who looked bloody "these the guys?" He says looking towards me. My face drops, "yeah-?" I say after a few seconds, looking at Leon manhandling these massive guys. Jesus Christ, it was a sight to see, he shoots them in the head, one at a time. Then grabs their lifeless corpse and throwing them in his trunk. Driving for another hour and coming back.

When he came back he had a little heart cake a my melody plushie.

"I love you" he says handing you the items hugging you. "Love you too"

#leon kennedy #leon resident evil #re4 remake #leon kennedy smut #dom leon kennedy #resident evil 4 2005 #resident evil #rapetoy #rapekink #fanfic #leon kenendy and reader #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy resident evil #gangrape #knifeplay #knife k!nk #blood #girlblogging

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afarcryfrommymain · 9 months

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Far Cry OC Tournament Round 1b: Brittany "Brit" Seed v Charlie Berger

Info and voting under the cut!

Brittany "Brit" Seed (@henbased)

About: we all know about joseph's daughter, dead shortly after birth. well she lived. her name is brit. grew up in the system and bounced around homes until finally turning 18 and dropping out of highschool, and we pick up not long after, at most a handful of years. she's not doing so great. no job, a drug addiction, and some demons she's running away from on her high speed get-outta-dodge road trip she takes with her two foster sisters to hope county, montana, to see the dad she never knew and do a little soul searching. have an identity crisis. relapse. the concept of josephs daughter being the exact type of person edens gate preys upon is really captivates me. brit has a lot of the negative seed traits. she's mean. she's cruel. self-centered. but she's still so young, barely an adult and with hardly an idea of how to behave in the first place. traversing the world that has already deemed her a lost cause. and the cult is nice in the way society isnt, accepting, seemingly, and maybe for all the bad joseph has done (cult. murder. her dads a /murderer/), her bloodline has done, then maybe she really was always destined to be bad, so maybe there's nothing wrong with her but her blood, which is so much easier to accept (is it?). her style is what youd describe as "dumpster-diving goth", complete with bad smells and greasy hair. she learned how to apply makeup in a middle school bathroom with her fingers in bad lighting and never advanced beyond that.

Does your OC have anything to share?: brit's resilient. like a cockroach. you can't kill her and even if you do she won't stay dead, but in more of a 'shambling zombie' than anything that can be considered scary. ok well. a threat. well, okay, maybe she's both but held together by literal tendons you know.

Anything else we should know?: she has a fic called Of A Feather by @clab on ao3 if you'd like to read how shes mentally handling the whole cult-leader-father thing (spoiler: not well) [ photo of instagram user @krrowface ]

Charlie Berger (@detectivelokis)

About: Charlie is a former whitetail turned cultist. I would say she joined for love, but she initially joined because she genuinely believed John would turn her in for being a murderer (big dummy). As of 2018 she isn’t a herald, per se, but she has her own chosen and deals with all the bliss being transported in and out of the valley. She’s one mean bitch who fronts as being the biggest baby girl of all time. Massive victim complex and kind of a cry baby. It’s exactly how she ended up being John’s wifey and baby mama.

Does your OC have anything to share?: Charlie’s strategy to win would probably just be to kidnap her opponents and force them to admit that they want to lose to her, they always want to feel second best to someone like her. She would definitely try to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss her way to a win. Her selling points for herself: She’s kinda cute for starters. An incredible sharpshooter. And she’s not a cop! She would never arrest you for any crimes you commit! If you just vote for her (and join her In Eden’s Gate) you too can live deliciously, or whatever it is people in cults say.

Anything else we should know?: The art is by @delicateweapon

#far cry oc tournament #round 1b #far cry 5 #polls #Brittany Seed #Charlie Berger

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ginger-grimm · 9 months

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RE-INTRODUCING: CELESTE MORRIS

Full Name: Celeste Margaret Morris

Birthdate: October 9th, 1993

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Human

Family: Miriam Morris, née Lawson (Mother), Steven Morris (Father, deceased), Margaret Lawson (Maternal Grandmother, deceased)

Love Interest: Rachel Berry

Friends: Mike Chang, Artie Abrams, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, Kurt Hummel, Brittany S. Pierce, Sam Evans, Unique Adams

Likes: Astronomy, acting, everything soft, snack cakes, the color blue, her mother and grandmother, 90s movies, nail polish, energy drinks, vibrant colors

Dislikes: Bullies, action movies, gossip, pretty much any music after 2010, the ocean, heat

Phobias: Spiders

Style: Kinda school girl chic but she mixes it up as well, skirts and blouses with stockings and dress shoes, but will also just dress like an 80s final girl some days, knows how to dress up for fancy functions, always wears rings and necklaces, has a special necklace with her birth stone

Speech: American accent, kind of sultry voice, very sweet speech, 50/50 on cursing

Physical Quirks/Scars: Has a scar on her left shoulder which she acquired when she fell off the roof while stargazing

Personality: Sweet, demure, socially akward, shy, protective, loyal, easily falls in love, bit of a pushover, harmony-seeking

Background: Celeste was born and raised in Lima, Ohio, under the watchful eye of her parents. At seven years old, she loses her father to an accident, which throws her mother into a spiral so bad her grandmother moves into town to look after both of them. Margaret Lawson doted on her granddaughter, teaching her what it is like to be a proper lady and always having her tag along at events. Celeste grows to tolerate it, but she has never liked being the center of attention, often opting to stick to the refreshment table at parties instead of socializing. Celeste has always had her head in the stars, just not in a daydreaming way (mostly, anyways). Then comes the summer before Sophomore year of high school, when her grandmother takes her mom and herself to a fancy resort where she, unfortunately at first, runs into one Rachel Berry. Though quickly, Rachel becomes her only solace in a resort filled mostly with people over the age of thirty. On their last night there, things get hot and heavy, but both of them decide to leave it at that and focus on their respective high school career paths. Celeste immerses herself into the astronomers club once more while also taking on little roles in plays put on by the local youth center and funded by her grandmother. It is there that she ends up being thrust into the role of Frenchy in Grease and falls in love with being on stage. Then Margaret dies. Miriam is sent into another tailspin, which throws Celeste’s entire life off track. There is nothing she can do to help, and school isn’t getting any better with Rachel breathing down her neck about joining the New Directions to buff their numbers. Celeste can’t join them, not when she still has a raging crush on Rachel, who would rather pine after the quarterback who accidentally impregnated his head cheerleader girlfriend. Oh, but it wasn’t actually him, but rather his best friend, which she now knows as well. Now more than anything, Celeste Morris wishes she could fly to the moon and never come back to Earth.

Faceclaim: Maude Apatow

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange

#ocappreciation #ocapp #glee oc #oc: celeste morris

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boltgunkiller-archive · 4 months

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santana– 25, 18, 23!! -hevanderson

25: when do you think they acted the most ooc?

3x6 and (i believe) 5x2. in 3x6 she was like, way meaner than normal. like it just wasn’t in character. i genuinely think that RM played up her rudeness or had her act strangely cruel toward finn to justify him outing her bc in 3x7 finn goes unpunished and is painted as the good guy 🫤 which is something the glee writers often do in order to paint their fav as the good guy at all times which is. A whole different rant. i just don’t think she would’ve been like that during the dodgeball scene especially. sure she insults finn but everything in that episode was just… over the top. idk.

and in 5x2 with her weird biphobic comments about brittany. she wouldn’t do that. santana LOVES brittany and also knows britt would never hurt her?? during the breakup scene, santana says “i don’t wanna be one of those long distance couples that hang in there for a couple of months and then breakup when someone eventually cheats or things get weird” and britt immediately replied with “i would never cheat on you” to which santana says “i know. and i would never cheat on you.” like she clearly knows that brittany would never do that. one of the main struggles for their relationship in s2 is that they’re cheating on EVERYONE ELSE with one another because they’re each other’s true loves, not the men. especially on santana’s part, but you know, brittany loves her the most so she’d do pretty much anything to be with santana as well, hence the cheating on artie and sam and stuff. but once they finally got together nothing was gonna get in their way. definitely not on santana’s part and 100% NOT on brittany’s either. like britt would never “stray for dick” and santana knows that. she loves and respects brittany and everything about her INCLUDING her sexuality? like brittany did not support and love santana and accepted her sexuality and try to help her as much as possible in s2 for her to “stray for dick” like that was just SO ooc for santana to say. def just RM being biphobic again… ughhhhh

18: how do you think they were as a kid?

honestly? probably kinda weird and insecure. i mean, she definitely showed her true self but i don’t think she had many friends at first because of that. in canon, young santana was a tomboy (and put in ballet to fix that) and she also had a mullet and dressed as uncle jesse from full house. she definitely wasn’t like most of the girls her age, hence her dad (iirc) trying to change that and have her fit in with everybody. so i honestly think she didn’t have many friends and was considered weird. i think that would have resulted in her being kind of reserved when it came to talking to others. of course if she was being bullied or something, she defended herself, but i don’t think she would have necessarily initiated anything by herself bc she was just. kind of weird. and i also think this would make her behavior in high school make a whole lot more sense - she wants to be accepted and loved at her core, and she believes the only way to accomplish this is by basically being the teenage dream. she competes with people she believes are better than her or on their way to being better just so she can have the satisfaction of being known as successful or a winner (winning over puck, being prom queen, a broadway star, etc). she also ignores a lot of her feelings and her own dreams because she thinks she has to be stone cold and a winner in order for people to love her, hence her basically fighting her way to the top of the food chain at mckinley (being head cheerleader, listening to sue and harming her own interest aka the glee club if it’ll somehow make her look good or more desirable bc she’ll be in good standing w the cheerios which are popularity gold for her/the way mckinley students will perceive her if that makes sense) so yeah she was definitely very quiet. but everyone trying to change that about her & everyone thinking she’s weird definitely seems like something that’d push her to be as love-hungry as she was as a teenager

23: future headcanon

she’s a lawyer!! and she also learns how to crochet so she crochets a lot in her free time. her and britt don’t have kids they just have a cat and i think santana would try to have a plant (a cactus, most likely) but she would somehow kill it 😭 i also think she’d watch a lot of cheesy television i guess? like the vampire diaries and twilight. she gets DEEP into that vampire stuff. also she gets prescribed glasses at 23 but wears contacts a lot of the time! these are just a couple honestly i have a lot… love u santana lopez……

#again thank u so much for the asks #this was so fun to answer i love santana so much she’s my favorite #ask tag #austen 🐾#gleeposting

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222hopelessromantic444 · 1 year

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I hope this night never ends pt.1

Rodrick x y/n fluff

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I swear- get some headphones and listen to the song extasy by 187 strassenbande- while listening to this song this idea plopped into my mind, I usually don't listen to that typa music but it's somehow a banger?

(btw in this fic y/n is german- just cuz this song is german, so it's actually not that important for the plot, but I still really wanted to include this specific song hehe)

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It all started with an invitation to a party from one of your classmates. Being the 'new girl' at Crossland High School wasn't easy at all. But luckily, you had made friends over the past month and were more than glad to finally be able to sit with people during the lunch break, rather than sitting all alone.

So, when the invitation made its way into your hands, you were more or less excited to go. Even if the party sucks, what do you have to lose? You haven't even built a school reputation yet and could just leave at any given moment if you felt uncomfortable. A win-win situation.

Even your parents were comfortable letting you go and "make new friends." Furthermore, they even encouraged it by driving you there. Not sure if your dad's old Nissan approaching the Heffley's mansion was a good thing, you went through your small purse one last time before waving goodbye to your dad and making your way up to the porch.

The loud music could easily be heard from two blocks away, and the heavy smell of weed and liquor didn't surprise you. Entering the house, you were greeted by dozens of teenagers dancing, making out, drinking, or secretly throwing up in one of the few plant vases in the living room.

"Heyyy y/n, we're over here, babe," Brittany, one of your few new friends, waved at you. She clearly wasn't sober anymore, according to the four red cups decently stacked in her right hand.

Making your way through the sea of teenagers, your heart skipped a beat as you accidentally tripped over God knows what and started falling face first to the ground. Luckily, just before you hit the ground, two strong arms pulled you back up to your feet. You were met with two brown eyes carefully eyeing you up and down.

"You're the new girl, right?" the stranger asked you, now locking eyes with you. "Yeah," was all you could manage to say, still in shock. "Well, I'm Rodrick, Rodrick Heffley. I guess I've seen you in the hallways a couple of times. And how's the hellhole of a school?" he questioned. He genuinely seemed interested in you, as you had seen him walk past you in school a couple of times, his eyes never leaving you.

"It's alright, I guess. I've seen worse, and besides, I'm already kinda getting used to it."

"Good to hear- y/n, right? Did you know I'm part of a band? You could come see us play sometime." The amount of confidence within his randomness and his smug smirk made you giggle. You already knew he must be in some kind of band or gang since he was practically only wearing his 'loaded diaper' tee, and his van was hard to overlook.

"Sure thing, Rodrick," you smirked back, playing it cool. Even though he was pretty handsome and his eyeliner really spoke to you, you wouldn't let him win you over that easily. "Sorry, but I think I've gotta go now. My friends are waiting. See you around." Without waiting for an answer, you stormed over to Brittany, now with her fifth cup of liquor in hand.

After she handed you her half-empty cup, she greeted you with a 'don't tell me you've fallen for the weird kid' look. Not giving you a second glance, she made her way to one of the empty rooms with some random guy, leaving you alone again.

She was really a loyal friend you could count on at all times. (Hope you get the joke.) Not even ten seconds later, the tall boy with the messed-up hair from earlier reappeared and smoothly placed himself next to you...

#rodrick heffley #rodrick fanfic #rodrick imagines #diary of a wimpy kid

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rye-views · 1 year

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Bachelor in Paradise. Season 8. 7.4/10

I wouldn't recommend this season to my friends. I wouldn't rewatch this season.

Still attractive: Serene, Teddi, Sierra, Michael, and Brandon. My surprise when I saw them on the season: Michael A., Rodney, and anyone returning to the episode after leaving.

I'm dead at the fake cat Jill brought. I was not expecting Kira to say she could've been a pornstar. I cannot believe Michael A. is here. He also really is so ripped. Omg at Sierra not having a pinky and people not realizing. Omg at all of us listening to Wells's story about Clare Crawley being the other woman for Jared. Genevieve and Shanae starting a friendship is revolutionary.

I love the dance battle at the Sadie Hawkins dance.

It's so crazy polar this season. Sierra is so amazing of a person. Her breakup with Michael is heartbreaking. Why is she so understanding? What kind of man ever takes rejection in that way? Brandon and Serene are amazing together in the perfect way. Aaron says random funny things. I love how much everyone likes Michael A. Michael and Casey having a commentary on the people is like the muppets grandpas--Statler and Waldorf. Victoria Fuller is like the most stable to me here. Like no expectations, no problems. Brittany is a homie, and she can be my homie anyday. She confronts people for their shittiness. Why was Jacob eating the pineapple like that? Eliza's happy reaction to having both Rodney and Justin pursue her is gold. If it were anyone else, would I still think so positively about them? idk, but she was so cute and real and you go girl. Love Aaron and Genevieve talking through miscommunication and insecurities stemming from Justin. Love Victoria and Johnny talking about their fears within their relationship. All good communication. I though Genevieve was overreacting about being scared of a spider, but that mofo was huge. LMaoo at Victoria and Eliza reacting to Aaron and Genevieve fighting and making up. We love the support too, especially girls who support girls.

Romeo making bad decisions and crying so severely because of it is pathetic to me. I know people who don't realize their bad decision making while living the consequences, and while it does suck, you left behind hurt people on the way. Him leaving with Kira. He's such a loser to me. Like, find something authentic instead of being desperate. I don't like Kate. On a separate note, she talks in random sayings. I do hate how Shanae is being treated based on her past behavior, but I also do understand what it's like to feel some typa way about a bully. Same thing with peoples' treatment of Lace. I honestly feel like the men on the beach reacting to Lace coming back for Rodney is disrespectful. Peter is a horrible being. How can your view of yourself make you so delusional about the world? How can you so easily diss and stamp down others to keep yourself high? The Ashley peeing in the ocean thing is weird. Justin is not cute to me or great in personality or humor. He is not a hot commodity and is also a gaslighter. Same with Logan. I don't like how the men relate women's anger with natural disasters. It's so disrespectful. I feel like making the ladies leave and replacing them with new ladies..is just awarding men. We don't like that. People's reaction to Casey's fainting is kinda not great. They're just like aw that's horrible. Lace doesn't feel grown up to me. Kira taking Salley's vibrator is so weird to me. I also don't like how everyone opened her stuff. I would've preferred if Michael A. made more sense in his rejection of Sierra. I don't feel it was truly honest. Ency dealing with Andrew is so toxic. She's like someone who either has always gotten what they want in life (which I don't believe) or they're just soo not ready for a healthy relationship. Editors did do Ency wrong by making her so pathetic. I did not like how Brittany and Victoria seemed so over their breakup in the finale. Like, hearts were broken and ya'll are like I've moved on, and what's the problem? Love was on the line.

Memorable Quotes: "Hey, yo, I brought us tacos. What's going on?" "Ew, heartbreaks are the worst." "Paradise is built different." "I called the police. They're on their way actually cuz I've reported a murder of the vibe." "You never come in peace." "I'm going to need so much therapy after this, it's not even funny."

#bachelor in paradise #bip #television #show #series #review #commentary #rye-views #season 8 #7.4

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Hi so this is my first au thing in glee and I have no idea if this has been done before if it has pls reply to this post with it! Id really wanna see it

Okay so

Spoilers for Song of Achilles if you haven't read it!!

Brittana song of achilles au

The hair colours coincide - Brittany is Achilles and Santana is Patroclus

The personalities fit - brittany is free spirited, kind, popular, the vibe (esp at the start of the book) fits with each other, santana is wary of a lot of things, kind of ooc but I've seen a lot of fics portraying santana as quiet but snarky and tbh it kinda fits in canon too, esp when you compare them - Patroclus is quiet but he is loyal as hell and is the only one who dares to talk back to Achilles, he will fight you if needed

The story kinda goes the same, they meet as kids and bond and everything but just to outline

Santana arrives at the palace (?) she's kind of a loner at first, but she doesn't really wanna bother interacting with the other kids (this part is actually pretty accurate to canon imo cause when santana lives in new york she doesn't actually make a lot of friends she just interacts with the same few people, this could be taken to be cause she's a side character but it's a fun look into her personality), brittany on the other hand is very friendly, the new girl catches her eye and she does all sorts of tricks to catch her eye, shes also a very bold character I think, so she def would be the one to make the first move plus be bold enough to ask her father for the new, quiet, murderer kid to be her lifelong closest companion

For the sake of this au we are going to villainise their parents (sorry), and so brittany still gets sent away to chiron and subsequently the place where she has to disguise herself to avoid the war but santana still goes to find her every time

I also think that it would be fun for brittany to say with a grin to santana "what has hector ever done to me?"

Anyway so the war comes, there's the whole thing about achilles losing his innocence and part of what makes us root for him so much in the first place and we know that brittany is portrayed very much as a cinnamon roll in fanon (much like Achilles too tbf) and I think dark brittany would be interesting to see once her view of the world is gone

In this au puck is briseis cause I'm a sucker for puck-santana friendships in fics (I do not support or condone anything m*rk s*lling did irl I just like the character in fanon), the scene where briseis and achilles yell at each other because they both loved patroclus in different ways but they loved him all the same would be cool with Puck and Brittany, the anger between them and the grief would be so good

So anyway santana ofc dies in this, just imagine santana being scared to fight, but she knows that to protect brittany she has to go out and put herself in danger for her because she's the love of her life and she doesn't want her to die, but she ends up getting kind of ahead of herself and gets killed by hector (quick reminder that achilles slept beside patroclus' dead body for days before burning it so just picture that but brittana), brittany hearing the news that a great soldier has fallen and thinking "santana will come back and tell me about it", brittany discovering santanas the one that died and being unable to function afterwards, her innocent and sometimes naive view of the world just falling apart because santana is dead and never coming back, brittany killing hector to effectively kill herself so that she gets reunited with santana, only to arrive in the afterlife unable to find her

Santana on the other hand has to watch brittany grieve for her, unable to do anything to lessen her pain, only to get left behind by the ignorant survivors and has to wait for god knows how many years before she can finally see the love of her life again

So anyway I love angst as you can tell, if someone's done this before pls send links, this is just my take on it, please feel free to add on cause I have no idea where the rest of the glee kids would be in this au, I might or might not add on more stuff afterwards if I have more brainrot so yes

#my brainrot #this was just a full post of me word vomitting because it popped into my mind #so #brittana #glee #noah puckerman #brittany s pierce #brittany pierce #santana lopez #song of achilles #patroclus #achilles #patrochilles #brittana au

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Hiiii I'm the anon that requested cuddly! inebriated!Matt, and I just realized that I fully forgot to mention this but you do Not have to write a full fledged fic abt it in any shape way or form. I'm more that fine with headcanons, all I want is your marvelous writing in whatever format you may want to grace us with. Love ya!

guess what? i’m gonna write a full fic for that but i wanna do a headcannon set too bc i love this. these are quick and lazy and probably wont be as good when i read them over later BUT... i love soft!matty

one night foggy manages to get matt to drink till they get to eel

that’s always a bad idea

you end up having to pick him up from the bar around 2am. and it wasn’t even one of the boys that called… it was Josie

“you’re murdock’s girl, yeah?”

“what did they do?”

“they’re piss drunk and are trynna start a karaoke party in my bar. jesus christ. nelson’s singing brittany spears.”

“ha! yeah, i’m on my way.”

you ended up wearing his suit jacket because his dumbass left it at the pool table... with his cane

even though he yeets those all over hell’s kitchen

“you know have a client coming early tomorrow, right? and- and brittany spears karaoke? really?”

“hey, don’t- don’t blame me! it was foggy’s idea.”

“you know you don’t have to listen to all of foggy’s ideas, right?”

he laughs like that’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard

he stumbles up the stairs because he didn’t need the elevator. he was a big kid

yeah, tell that to you who had to support his muscle bound frame up said stairs

you contemplated ditching him about halfway through since he was “a big kid”

but you suffered up to the apartment while matt was giggling and smiling and being a bit more touchy than usual

his hand that’s around you waist is going under your his jacket

or he’s smacking your ass

he’s leaning into you

he’s nuzzling your neck and kissing the crook of your neck

“can you do this when we’re in the apartment? otherwise i’m dropping you down the stairs. and when you tell foggy and karen, it’s not a lie this time.”

he’d pout and say something like you were so mean to him and he just wanted affection from his girlfriend but you didn’t want to

you sarcastically agreed that you were in fact mean and only mean girlfriends go out at 2am to pick up their drunk, blind, parkour, vigilante boyfriends and practically carry them up multiple flights of stairs in her pajamas

when you finally get him inside, he sits on the arm of the couch and waits for you

“y/n?”

“matthew?”

“come here.” making the little grabby hand things toddlers do

“hang on. let me get you some food and water.”

“i don’t need that. i need my sweet, loving, gentle, kind, honest-“

“shove it, murdock. i’m not dealing with you and a hangover during your client meeting tomorrow.”

did someone say puppy dog eyes?

you dont even know how he knows thats the look that gets him almost anything

him, sitting there with this pout and arms crossed

you, ignoring him while you bring him water

“drink.”

“kiss me first.”

“no. drink.”

“i love you.”

“I love you, too now-”

“i love youuuu.”

“yes, i love you t-”

“kiss me if you love me.”

you kiss his cheek

he huffs in annoyance

he grabs you by your hips and drops backwards so youre laying on top of him

the water is now all over the floor

matt is smiling so wide

hes squishing your cheeks when you try to talk to him

“mattcanyoupleasestopdoingthat?”

he just giggles

you - now desperate - lick his hand

after what feels like forever he accepts the water

you sit with him and he lays his head in your lap

you have to undo his belt and his tie

he falls asleep in your lap

you try to move him

he just grabs your leg and refuses to let go

even asleep, he was strong as hell

you give up and just sleep there

your hand on his chest

he regrets his drinking the morning when you wake him up for work

doesnt even remember how he got home

you mess with him

“remember jessica jones? yeah, she just kinda-”

you pretend to throw something

he laughs and just waits till you put it together

you remember hes blind

“kinda just threw you.”

“she threw me?”

“yeah, i wasnt gonna get your ass up here. but youre cute when youre that drunk”

he groans bc of course hes embarrassed

“love you, matty.”

“love you too.” he grumbles

“i love youuuuu”

you cant keep a straight face

“that bad, huh?”

“so, so clingy... but i like when youre clingy. better than you crisising.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock headcannons #matt murdock fic #daredevil headcannons #netflix matt murdock #mcu matt murdock #netflix daredevil #mcu daredevil #daredevil fic #anon: answered #anon request

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no-one-fuck-a-man · 2 years

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Berry Blues

Season One

Part Eighteen - (Laryngitis) Sexy Eyebrow Tick

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: When your sister meddles in the clubs members efforts the team finally gets more songs, only for Rachel to fall sick. Mercedes has a new admirer, which does not please Santana.

Word Count: 5,562

WARNINGS: Lying, sickness, a “fight”

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Sometimes life was weird.

Well, honestly, life was weird a lot of the time.

But you never expected to be startled with something so abnormal on a Monday morning.

Even your teacher was shocked and had to do a double-take when Puck entered the choir room.

A bald Puck

"Who is that guy?" You overheard Brittany as a shocked Santana.

The sam Santana who came up to you after the lesson and told you, "Puck doesn't turn me on anymore."

"So what? Is that my job now, or something?"

You shut your locker door, glancing at the girl before she followed you down the hallway.

"I'm being serious, Y/N. It's like he's not hot anymore."

"Are you sure it's the hair that's doing it and not just the fact he's a man?"

Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Am I coming over tonight, or what?"

You stopped. Looking into her brown eyes for a few moments.

"Okay. Come the usual way at the same time. My dads may joke about me having cheerleaders sleeping at the house, but they'd flip if they found out."

She smiled at you seductively, running a hand down your arm, "See you then." Then she spun on her heel and left.

"What did she want?" Quinn asked, walking up to you.

"It's Santana," you reasoned, with a shrug, feeling kinda shitty that you were lying to the blonde. It wasn't like you were dating her, so why did it feel like cheating? "She always flirts for no reason."

"She was flirting?"

"Why? Jealous?" you teased.

The blonde shook her head, eyes looking onto the ceiling. But never once denying your words.

"So, can I maybe stay over tonight?"

'Fuck'

"Uh. sorry, no." At her sad face, you rushed to think of a lie. "Rachel's making me watch all these sad musicals with her. Said something about it mirroring her misery." You rolled your eyes. "We're gonna be up well into the night with her sobbing and cry-yelling about the story. You don't want to be there. Trust me. I'm only saving you. How about this-" You held onto her arm, still wanting to make her happy, hoping to give her something to look forward to. "-Stay over this weekend. The whole weekend. Come Friday night, and I'll drive you to school Monday morning. You won't even need to see Puck during that time."

Quinn smiled brightly at that.

"Really? Your dad's won't mind?"

"You, kidding?" you asked rhetorically, "They love having you over. I think they miss you being there more than they will me and Rachel, when we go to college."

She giggled, "Well, I am very likeable."

"That you are, Fabray."

'That you are...'

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"I am very disappointed in you guys."

"Always know how to start a lesson, huh, Mr Schue?" you asked, walking into the room, a little late for the club meeting.

Finn turned to your sister as you sat down beside Brittany.

"Can't believe you narked on us."

"Don't get mad at me for exposing your laziness," she shot back.

"Wait. Hold up. What's going on?"

"Your sister bugged the choir room and told Mr Schue that some of us weren't singing during rehearsals."

'Oh, fuck'

"Yes," Rachel said, directed at you, "Even you. I am tired of carrying all of your weight. Regionals is in a month, guys," she continued. Looking around at the rest of the team.

"I'm just trying to understand what's going on here," Mr Schue said, "Finn, why did you stop singing?"

"Because you started giving all the male leads to Jesse. Kind of shook my confidence, you know?"

'Now you know how the others feel'

Santana sighed. "What difference does it make? Everyone knows that my job here is to look hot."

You pulled an 'okay' face, nodding your head to the side.

"You are hot."

Quinn glared at you momentarily, but you paid that no mind. The blonde rubbed her hands together as she gave her own reasoning.

"My baby hormones are making me moody."

"You're telling me," you mumbled to yourself, but still gaining a smack to the knee from the girl, as she had inadvertently heard you.

"There are so many lyrics," Brittany spoke next.

You shrugged yourself. "We all know that I'm here just to stop Rachel from doing things that will make me want to rip out my own eyes."

"And yet, you didn't stop 'Run, Joey, Run'," Quinn pointed out.

"In my defence." You pointed to the girl. "I don't really know what 'Run, Joey, Run' was until then. Also! That was a comedic goldmine, and you can't deny that."

"Okay, no," your teacher stopped your and Quinns conversation, bringing the topic back to the problem at hand, "A chain is only as strong as its weakest link."

"I bet I could out logic that statement," you mumbled.

"A Glee Club is about a myriad of voices coming together as one," he said, linking his fingers together, in demonstration, "All right? This ends now. Which is why your assignment for the week." He paused, mulling his thoughts over. "Is for each of you to come up with a song that best represents how you see yourself, where you are in your lives right now. Your voice then... you're gonna stand up here and sing your hearts out. All of you."

"Solos?" Kurt asked excitedly, "In front of everyone?"

"The Glee Club has lost its voice. It's time for us to get it back."

"I'm gonna sing 'Run, Joey, Run'," you joked.

Everyone, but Rachel, collectively gathered to fill the room with a resounding, "No!" As you cackled.

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Twenty-four hours of Rachel badgering on at you about not singing in the club later. And you were sat in the midst of another Glee Club meeting.

You were sitting by yourself in between two empty seats, which you had your arms stretched out over their backs. Santana and Brittany behind you, and Matt and Mike in front of you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Puck leaned in closer to Mercedes, "Girl, you got more curves than a Nissan ad," he tried to flirt.

"Seriously?" the girl replied, "That's what you came up with?"

"How he managed to get far enough to even get a girl pregnant is beyond me," you spoke to yourself as a slight cringe came over your face.

"She felt fat, and he got her drunk," Santana stated.

"I'm sorry." You slowly turned to face the girl, trying to process this new information you had just been given. "What?"

Just as you were about to snap at the buzzed boy, your teacher stopped that from happening as he entered the room.

"All right, guys." He clapped his hands. "Let's get things started."

"As I was first on the sign-up sheet, I'll kick things off," Rachel said, quickly taking the place at the front of the class from the man.

"Okay..."

"I have chosen Miley Cyrus' 'The Climb'. Because it's about overcoming obstacles and beating the odds. In my case, the obstacle is you, my lacklustre teammates, who refuse to carry their own weight."

"Oh, gee, thanks. Love you, too, sis."

Turning, she directed Brad that he could start playing.

Little did you know, that was what was about to happen in the following seconds, would make you have to hold your laughter in harder than you did for your sisters project, for the previous Glee Club assignment.

I can almost see it

That dream I'm dreaming

'Wait. Is this how the song was supposed to sound?'

But there's a voice inside my head saying

You'll never reach it

'Nope!'

'It very much did not '

As soon as you realised what was happening, you had to reach over and try and hide your smile behind the collar of your shirt.

Soon finding that that wasn't going to work, you pulled the bottom of your T-shirt up to successfully cover it this time. Your bare stomach still clearly gave away your hidden chuckles as it jostled with every one.

Every step I'm taking

Every move I make

Feels lost with no direction

My faith is shaking

Oh, this was gonna kill you.

Death of laughter.

Your sister's final punishment for not singing when you should be.

But I

Gotta keep tryin'

It wasn't only the rest of your classmates who were pulling confused and pained faces at having to hear someone sing so out of tune. Your teacher and the piano player was among them.

Even your sister was confused as to what was going on.

Gotta keep my head held high

"Rachel..."

Finally, a release, a saving grace, from your teacher interrupting her performance.

"I think you've lost your voice."

Your sister looked forward, staring off into space, as a look of pure horror swam there.

"Oh, there is a God!"

"We need her voice to perform next month, Artie told you, worry in his eyes.

"Oh, come on," you scoffed lightly, "It'll be back within a week. Then your tone took on a dreamy one as you looked up at the corner of the ceiling, "It will be the quietest week of my life." An excited gasp tore through you. "I might be able to sleep in for the first time ever ."

---

The doctor's office was a change of scenery.

You were messing around with some of the latex gloves. Snapping one onto your hand, Finn rolling around on the stool.

You were both just two big kids.

As your sister waited, in the blue gown, to be seen by the doctor.

"What if he says I'll never sing again?" Rachel asked suddenly, "I mean, who am I without my voice?"

"Rachel Berry."

"I- I'm just this spoiled annoying child-"

"Hey, you said it, not me." You shrugged, at the same time, Finn spoke. The boy, saying something way nicer than what you just did.

"Don't say that. There's, like, so many awesome things about you."

Your sister stared at the boy, hope filling her eyes.

"Like?"

Finn scoffed a laugh, trying to brush the question away just so he wouldn't have to answer it.

"Look, he's not gonna say you'll never sing again."

Just then, the doctor drew back the curtain and entered the room further.

"Bad news, Rachel. You'll probably never sing again." The girl gasps. "I'm kidding."

"Doctor, I feel like I should let you know that that's not a nice thing to do to my sister. No matter how funny it is," you said humorously.

Rachel glared at you, her attention returning to the doctor when he continued speaking.

"You have severe tonsillitis, which has resulted in an inner ear infection. From the looks of things, it's not the first time. You should have had them out years ago."

"Does that mean she's not allowed to talk for a while?" you asked, leaning forward hopefully.

"Why should I let you butcher my throat when just resting my voice for a week and chugging down herbal tea will do the same job?"

"This is a very serious infection," he said clearly.

"I think she's worried about the surgery affection her singing voice," Finn spoke for your sister.

"No. That's, definitely, what she's worried about."

"At least start by taking these antibiotics." The doctor scribbled down her prescription, sassily continuing, "Unless you worried they're going to adversely affect your dance moves."

The man left after handing the slip of paper, leaving you all to sigh.

"What do you think I should do?"

"Have the surgery," you said instantly.

"Maybe you shouldn't ask your boyfriend. Oh, wait, you can't. He's not here."

"Or you know, you can be petty and say things like that," you muttered, pulling the gloves from your hands, throwing them into the trash.

"He's in San Diego on spring break with his friends from Vocal Adrenaline," Rachel rushed to explain.

"When are you gonna realize that he's not into you like I am?" Finn asked, rolling his chair around to be in front of her.

"Oh, I really don't want to be here to see this."

"You think he's gonna stick around if you can't sing?"

"Just give me a reason to kick his ass."

"If you're a vocal cripple?"

"I don't know, but those words just sound really iffy to me, bro."

"Look, I know that you've always been jealous of Jesse. A-and even though he and I haven't spoken since the 'Run, Joey, Run' debacle-" you snorted lightly, remembering the video. As Rachel got up from the bed, "-You just have to accept the fact that." She struggled to find the right words. "I still care about him deeply. And I know he still feels the same way about me."

"Okay, that's all well and good," you spoke up now, eye's glued to your watch, "But can you go get changed now, 'cause I gotta get to work soon."

Finn was staring at the curtain your sister was behind.

The curtain your sister was undressing behind.

The curtain that, clearly, showed your sister undressing behind.

"Hey," you scolded the boy, "Advert your eyes there, soldier."

Your head cocked to the side when it seemed that he hadn't heard a thing you said.

"Finn?" your tone was curious now, "Look away from my sister... dude?" You waved a hand in front of his face.

He didn't even blink.

Was just in his own world.

While also staring at your sister's changing shadow.

Knowing that you weren't going to be able to snap him out of whatever universe he was daydreaming up, you did the best thing you could.

You stepped in front of his line of sight. Blocking Rachel from his view. Still, not breathing his concentration.

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Jessie is a friend

Yeah, I know he's been

A good friend of mine

But lately something's changed

That ain't hard to define

Jessie's got himself a girl

And I wanna make her mine

Finn stood at the centre of the choir room, arms stiff by his sides, getting back into the groove of singing in front of everybody.

You just wish he chose a song that didn't give you second-hand awkwardness.

And she's watching with those eyes

And she's loving him with that body

I just know it

Your eyes flashed with anger, 'She better not be'

And he's holding her in his arms

Late, late at night

You know I wish

That I had Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Luckily, the song was easy to enjoy.

So, you didn't have to focus on how straight-up embarrassing it was and could just have fun with your seated friends.

Where can I find a woman like that?

And I'm looking in the mirror

All the time

Wondering what she don't see in me

Matt's shoulder nudged against yours. Both of you, messing around, playing the air drums, as Finn played the actual instrument.

Unable not to notice the way Quinn couldn't look at the boy and wasn't swaying with your team.

And how Rachel looked almost like a deer-in-headlights at being sung to so obviously, whilst she has a boyfriend. Her eye's still giving away just how much she liked it, however.

I've been funny

I've been cool with the lines

Ain't that the way

Love's supposed to be?

Tell me, where can I find

A woman like that?

Like Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Suddenly, the singing boy was up, on his feet, rounding your seated sister.

Literally.

Practically belong the song as he walked around the chair your sister sat in, never once taking his eyes off of the brunette. Suddenly stopping in front of her.

I want Jessie's girl

Where can I find a woman like that?

'God', you placed your head in your hand, shaking it lightly, as you kept watching the two, 'They're gonna be married by the time that they're eighteen'

Like Jessie's girl

I wish that I had Jessie's girl

Finn finally left her and was standing at the front of the class once more.

I want, I want Jessie's girl

You clapped along with the rest of the room.

Mr Schuester 'whooing' as he stood from his chair.

"Nice work! Now that! That is the kind of soul-exposing song I was talking about." He pat the boy on his chest. "We should all be inspired by Finn's bravery. Good job, buddy."

"Wait. We've all gotta be that honest?" you asked, a small amount of fear beginning to show through your eyes.

"It would be ideal, yes." He nodded.

'Yeah, I'm out'

"Uh, Mr Schue, can I sing my song now?" Puckerman asked next.

"Yeah. Let's go for it, Puck."

The boy hopped down, moving to open the door, allowing a group of musicians to enter the room.

"What are they doing here?" Mercedes asked.

"I invited my brothers from the jazz band and their righteous horns to help me out with my song," he stated, "Since I shaved my mohawk, I started seeing things differently. Last week, I joined a black church-"

"Aren't you Jewish?" you sounded, confusion etched across your face.

"-And I recently downloaded every song Sammy Davis Jr ever recorded on iTunes. He was a black Jew, you know? And my inspiration," he added, with a head tilt, "So, without further ado, I give you one of Sammy's biggest hits."

Puck waltzed over, and plucked a hat from one of the Jazz Band members, and placed it upon his own balled head.

You leaned over to Matt. "He just wanted to cover up his lack of hair."

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight

'Me too'

She adores the theatre

And won't arrive late

She'd never bother

With people she'd hate

That's why the lady is a tramp

The boy jogged up to Finn just so that he could dance down the row of occupied seats in front of you.

Doesn't like crab games

With Barons and Earls

Won't go to Harlem

In ermine and pearls

When Puck passed by directly in front of you, you quickie reached out and took the hat from him, just like he did its original owner.

Sitting back down in between Matt and Mike, both buoy chuckling as you nodded to them, the hat securely upon your head now.

Won't disk the dirt

With the rest of the girls

Brows scrunched at the boy when he waved his finger at Quinn, that burning jealous feeling swelling in your chest again.

And it would have only been made worse if you could have seen the look Quinn gave him.

Mikes own brows raised at Matt.

The two, sharing a knowing look without your knowledge.

That's why the lady is a tramp

The burning feeling left suddenly, with your eyes widening and mouth dropping open, as Puck slid in front of Mercedes.

The girl looked just as taken aback as the rest of the team.

She like them free fresh

Wind in her hair

Life without care

She's broke, it's oke

She hates California

It's cold and it's damp

That's why the lady is a tramp

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

You laughed song with the two friend's by your sides as he danced across the floor, the band still playing, and your claps along with the tune, filling the room.

And things just got so much better when he pulled Mercedes up to perform with him.

I get far too hungry

To eat dinner at eight

I adore the theatre

But I never come late

You never bother

With anyone that you'd hate

That's why the lady is a tramp

I like the free fresh wind in my hair

Life without care

Smiling, you tugged at the boy's arms, directing them so you could whisper in their ears.

"Look at Santana's face."

In unison, the three of you turned to see the angered look upon the girl's features. Arms folded across her chest, plotting happening behind her brown eyes.

"She looks like she's gonna kill someone," Mike whispered.

You nodded. "This is gonna be entertaining."

She's a swinger, a humdinger

Hates California

Too cold and too damp

Leaning over your knees, you tapped against Quinn's shoulder.

As soon as the blonde peered at you questioningly, you pointed Santana out.

Her eyes widened slightly, moving back to yours, both of you silently communicating, knowing that Santana was up to something since you both knew the Latina so well.

Coming to the same conclusion.

'You had to warn Mercedes'

That's why the lady

Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

That is why the lady is a tramp

Everyone, but Santana, of course, gave the two a round of applause. Some even went as far as to give them a standing ovation.

You amongst them. After being lightly persuaded with a nudge from Mike.

All in all?

Not a bad Glee Club lesson.

---

You were by Mercedes' locker, waiting for the girl, along with Quinn.

When she rounded the corner and spotted the blonde leaning against the lockers in front of you. You watched as she took a small breath, gearing herself up for the conversation they were about to have.

She swiftly walked up to the girl as you moved to stand beside both of them. That way, it would be less awkward for you to make your snarky comments as always.

"Look, Quinn..." Mercedes started.

But couldn't continue her sentence, thanks to one of your comments.

"Oh, that's sexy." You pointed at Quinn's raised eyebrow, finger going to graze the skin just under the plucked hair. Realising your words, you quickly changed your tone from blunt truth to teasing, "That's very sexy."

Quinn smacked your hand away from her face, shooting you a look, turning back to the girl before her.

"Go on, Mercedes. Just ignore them. It's what I've started to do."

"Hey!"

"I can never see myself being into a guy like Puck, especially since he's your baby's daddy, but... something just happened between us," she explained, with a shy shrug.

"I say, go for it," Quinn replied, gesturing her hands down.

A shocked, confused face pulled against Mercedes' face. Scoffing out a, "What?"

"Look. I screwed up by letting Puck get me pregnant."

"You screwed up by getting screwed."

You laughed at your own joke, bending slightly as you did.

Quinn sighed lightly, placing a hand upon your shoulder blade.

"He's an idiot," she carried on, as you rose back to your full height, "And his mother won't let me eat bacon."

"Oh, been there. I used to have to sneak it in. Now it stays in the freezer in the garage."

"I'm stuck living with him right now. But at least, if you guys are dating, I won't have to spend so much time listening to his insane theories on how 'Super Mario Brothers' changed civilization."

"Basically, it's a win-win for her," you told the girl, "She won't have to date him, and she won't have to listen to his bullshit. And if I'm being entirely honest, it's a win for me, too." Mercedes looked at you curiously. "I won't have to listen to blondie over here rant about him all the time."

'Also, you're in love with Quinn and won't have to feel that burning jealousy every time they're near one another'

"But you do realize he's using you and your popularity, so he won't get tossed in a dumpster," Quinn added.

"I know he's using me." The girl rolled her eyes. "But in a way, it's even better. I'm not you. I've never had a guy like me for anything, but now I'm such a steaming mug of hot chocolate that one of the studliest guys in school-"

"Gross."

"-Wants to use me to harvest some mojo."

"Oh, so it's like a dating of convenience."

"Exactly." Mercedes smiled at you happily.

"I just don't want you getting hurt."

"I know what this is." She nodded at Quinn. "My heart's safe."

"Oh, I'm not worried about your hears," she told the girl clearly, " I might be okay with this. But not even Puck is going to be able to call off Santana."

"Dude, she's so scary," you whispered, bringing both girls' attention to you, "She threatened to tie me to rail tracks once before, all because I stepped on her foot while doing choreography in the choir room. I know that she wouldn't be able to do that. But it was still scary."

"See?" Quinn asked Mercedes, pointing to you, "And we both know Y/N isn't scared that easily."

"Except spiders," you admitted, "Spiders scare me easily. Please, neither of you tell Santana that."

---

A tap came at your shoulder during the beginning of the next Glee Club lesson.

Looking to find who or what touched you, you found Santana. The girl bent over her lap, handing you a pen.

The pen, that was your silent code that she wanted to "spend the night" at your place.

You nodded to her once in agreement, the girl returning it.

"What did Santana want?" Quinn asked once you returned back to your previous position.

"Just to give me back the pen I lent her." You showed the object between your fingers.

"Santana actually returned something?" she asked, surprised.

"I know. I thought it was weird, too."

The Latina pushed your head forward, making you smile cockily over your shoulder at her as you rubbed the afflicted area. Getting an eye roll from the girl in return.

Mr Schuester sat sown in the free seat beside Quinn, indicating that Kurt was about to perform his song.

"Gentlemen," he said to the band, for them to start playing.

"Is he trying to make his voice deeper?" you whispered to Quinn.

"I think he is."

There's a black man with a black cat

Livin' in a black neighbourhood

He's got an interstate runnin'

Through his front yard

You know he thinks

That he's got it so good

"Do you know what's goin' on with him?" you asked Tina.

The girl shook her head. "Not a clue."

And there's a woman in the kitchen

Cleanin' up the evenin' slop

And he looks at her and says

Hey, darlin', I can remember

When you could stop a clock

Oh, but ain't that America

For you and me

Ain't that America

Somethin' to see, baby

Looking around your friends, you could find the same confused look on every single one of their faces.

Well... all but Brittany.

Who was swaying side to side, lightly clapping along to the song.

Ain't that America

Home o the free, yeah

Little pink houses for you and me

Oh, baby, for you and me

Confused, scattered applause sounded once the song was over. Everyone, still so taken aback by everything the boy emitted right now.

"Uh..." was all you were able to say.

It had rendered you speechless.

That wouldn't last for long.

"Is there something wrong, Mr Schue?" Kurt asked, basically waddling up to the teacher.

"I don't really think you got the point of the assignment," he said, shaking his head, "This was about finding a song that expresses who you are. That song didn't really sound like you."

"Well, I'm sorry if I didn't live up to your expectations."

"That voice you're also putting on doesn't sound like you."

There you go!

Didn't last for long at all.

"No, no. This group needs you to be you, Kurt. You can literally do things that no one else can."

"I'm not a box. There are more than four sides to me."

"Don't lose track of who you are, just because it might be easier to be somebody else."

"Hey Kurt, when this whole trucker phase is over, can I have that hat?" Quinn nudged your side. "What?" you asked her, almost aghast, as the boy walked away, "Pony cap."

The girl sighed out through her nose at your goofy self.

You smiled teasingly, "I know you wanna kiss me."

You could tell that that gigantic eye roll must have hurt as she turned away from you.

Leaving you to never know just how true that statement was and how the blonde was denying her own feelings. Deciding to blame it all on the baby hormones.

---

Santana's tongue was shoved down your throat as she laid upon you.

Or it was until she broke the kiss with a pop.

"You're distracted."

"What?" you asked, voice husky, watching as she pushed herself, so she was hovering above you.

"You're thinking about something else while you're kissing me."

"No, I'm not."

'Yes, you are'

'You're too busy thinking about how much this feels like you're betraying Quinn'

"Listen. If you have to think about preggers while we're having sex, at least let me know. So that I don't feel bad about screaming out someone else's name."

"Woah!" You quickly sat up, pushing her, so she was sitting in front of you. "What makes you think I was thinking about Quinn?"

"Oh, please," she scoffed, rolling her eyes, "You're infatuated with her. Basically, everyone knows it."

Your face fell at that.

"Everyone?"

"I see you aren't denying it anymore." Another eye roll when Santana was met with stunned silence. "Don't worry, Quinn doesn't know a thing. She just thinks you're the same old Y/N, who's annoying but sweet at the same time."

"She thinks I'm sweet?"

The girl cocked her head to the side and gave you an 'I-told-you-so' look. Making you relent with a huffed groan.

"Fine! Fine, I like her okay." You pointed a finger into her smug face. "But don't go telling anybody, okay?"

"But-"

" Anybody who apparently doesn't already know."

"Fine. Your " secret "." In air-quotes. "Is safe with me."

"Thank you."

"Now. Can we get back to having sex?" she asked, crawling back over you as you slowly laid back down.

"Yes, we- Wait. Who do you think about when we have sex?!"

---

It was intense.

Watching Santana and Mercedes angrily sing at each other over the surface of the piano.

You need to give it up

Had about enough

He belongs to me

The boy is mine

"They're seriously fighting over a guy who got a girl pregnant," you whispered over to Tina, the girl's eyes widening as she nodded at you. Agreeing that they were both nuts.

I think it's time we got this straight

Sit and talk face to face

There is no way you could mistake

Him for your man, are you insane?

You see, I know that you may be

Just a bit jealous of me

Because you're blind if you can't see

All my love is all it took

You had to admit, though.

This performance was incredibly arousing.

You need to give it up

Had about enough

It's not hard to see

He's mine, he's mine

Mercedes turned away from Santana, crossing her arms over her chest.

The Latina looked at her as if she was crazy before mimicking the girl's movements.

Them both now back to back.

I'm sorry that you

I'm so sorry

Seem to be confused

You seem to be confused

He belongs to me

The boy belongs to me

You can't destroy this love I've found

Your silly games I won't allow

Santana came up behind Puckerman, passing her hands down his chest. Spurring Merceces' anger on.

"Man, it must be an ego boost having two girls fighting over you," you muttered to yourself.

The boy is mine without a doubt

He was my love right from the start

I'm sorry that you

Seem to be confused

He belongs to me

That boy is mine

You need to give it up

Not yours

But mine

Not yours

But mine

Not yours

No, mine

I'm sorry that you

Seem to be confused

He belongs to me

The boy is mine

"That was intense." Mr Schue rushed up to stop the shoving match that was well on its way. The girl's egging the other on in quiet mutters. "You know, I gotta give you guys prop for the passion. Maybe hold back on the animosity a little, all right?"

"Yeah, okay." Santana nodded. "I know, I understand."

"Oh, don't do that," you told the teacher, the very second he let the girls go and turned away from them.

Santana instantly moved to shove Mercedes with force.

"Hey, hey, hey. Seriously, this ends now." The teacher stopped them from going at one another once again. "Please. All right? You can go at it in song, but that is it."

"Oh, that's good to know."

"Enjoy it while you can, Weezie," Santana stated, before moving to make her way from the room, "His hair's already starting to grow back."

After that intense lesson, you had come to the conclusion of two things.

One. Mercedes needed no help if she were to ever take Santana on in a fistfight,

And two.

Puckerman didn't deserve either of those girls.

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tuiyla · 2 years

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do you have any headcanons as to who in the glee club was the first to learn/know about the Quinntana hookup in 4x14? or maybe more so along the lines of who was the first person Quinn & Santana told, respectively. (hope you're having a great day, btw 😄 been loving all your analyses lately.)

You know I didn't before but this is a fun ask that got me thinking about it so let's see! I got carried away and thought about almost the whole club finding out oops.

The first to know is Brittany but not because they tell her. In fact, everyone finds out in a roundabout way. I sometimes see in fics that she finds out months later and has whatever reaction, but I don't believe she didn't clock what was happening or what happened right there at the wedding. I think, after Quinn finally does walk out first she already has her suspicions but then she sees Santana and she knows. She's not upset, she knows she has no right to be, but she does take note because these are two of her best friends and there are some specific things Brittany just knows about. She asks Santana how it was when they say goodbye and Santana gets all bitchy and defensive, later regretting her reaction. They're laughing about it just a year later, with Britt having some complicated feelings.

Other than her, the first people to know from Santana's end are Hummelberry but again, roundabout. Because she's Santana, queen of observation, she knows about both Klaine and Finchel and what went down at the non-wedding between those couples. Santana lets something slip about Quinn to Rachel one day but she doesn't name names and Rachel doesn’t put two and two together, thinking Santana was talking about Brittany instead. I think the idea of Hummelberry thinking Santana also slept with her ex at the non-wedding is funny because they'd be tired of Santana teasing them about Finn and Blaine so they think, aha! You're so hypocritical, Santana, look at you also hooking up with your ex who's dating Sam btw, bad Santana. But she laughs at them when they confront her because once again she's one step ahead, and Kurt finally realizes what actually went down right before Santana says she had sex with Quinn instead. He doesn't have much to say apart from "oh. okay" and moves on. Rachel pretends she does, too, but every now and then she randomly asks Santana about it until Santana finally snaps that Rachel sure is very interested in her and Quinn's sex life. Rachel can't dispute that, just goes red and says she cares about her friends, is all.

Quinn kinda tells Mercedes first. She calls her not long after the non-wedding, at a time that’s way too late for LA much less for New Haven. Mercedes is not only her bestie for life but her religious bestie, and after mulling it over and realizing it is her kind a thing after all, Quinn has a bit of a freakout. She only tells Mercedes that she slept with a girl and Mercedes, being the awesome friend she is, reassures Quinn that no she’s not going to hell, and yes it is okay if she maybe kinda would want to do it again. Then, later, when Mercedes is on a group call with Tina and Santana to have their regular interstate gossip chat, she unlike Rachel puts two and two together. She wouldn’t have told Santina about Quinn’s crisis of course, it’s not gossip material, but she gives the game away when realization dawns on her and she interrupts what Santana’s saying with “you slept with Quinn??” Put the emphasis where you may, works with almost every word. Santana asks how come Mercedes reached that conclusion with so little to go on and Tina, meanwhile, processes and eventually hangs up, fuming that Santana took yet another thing from her in season 4. Jk jk. Unless... 👀👀 Quinntina rights.

Sam finds out from Brittany because she lets it slip once. He visits Quinn in New Haven not long after moving to New York so just under a year after the non-wedding. He doesn’t realize it’s not a thing everyone knows so he casually brings it up to Quinn, who tenses and starts acting colder. When Sam explains that he didn’t mean to make her upset and Quinn realizes he’s not like, judging her or anything she relaxes and reveals that yeah, it was meant to be a one (two) time thing but was her awakening instead. They have a cute friendship moment because platonic Fabrevans rights. He only brings it up in season 6 because he knows for sure that Quinn is okay with him joking about it or using it to shut ignorance down.

Those feel like the most important ones. Blaine finds out from Kurt, Artie from Tina, Finn never does. Oh and Puck... hears from Quinn herself I guess? Make of that situation what you will. If people weren’t so good at finding out based on clues/from others, Santana would tell Brittany first and Quinn would tell Mercedes. Even if Brittany hadn’t figured it out Santana would have told her eventually just to be honest and maybe to boast a little. Quinn would have told Mercedes who it was eventually, she just needed to calm her gay panic first. Alternatively, I can see both of them telling Rachel first if that’s the kind of AU you’re into. That could easily turn into comedic gold. Maybe a Quinntana actually date in season 4 AU? Hmm.

So that’s hopefully along the lines of what you were looking for haha. Hope you're having a good day, Anon. I haven't been recently but lol it do be like that, I'm just glad if my tumblr posts can make someone else's day marginally better.

#glee headcanons #quinntana #glee asks #quinntana asks #anon #glee friendships #kinda there are ones in there #this was fun to think about thank you

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kendrickslmanburg · 2 years

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So I found a copy of X online since the film wont be premiered here which is kinda sad but here's my review on the film also spoilers if you haven't seen it.

Okay first and foremost, I love the film, the cinematography is amazing and the soundtrack is so good, I am such a sucker for 70s music this film triggered my fight or flight response to be honest but i brush that off easily.

I am really amazed with everyone's acting in this movie, especially Jenna's when people said that she's our modern day scream queen, they aren't joking. I am excited for what she has in store in the future. Brittany also shocked me the most, I've never seen her tackle this kind of role before since I am very used to her more light hearted roles (aka chloe), and I really missed Brittany's voice I love that they added that wholesome scene where she sings Fleetwood Mac's landslide while the old horny grandma stares into her mirror like Cassie and the Joker did.

What shocked me the most was the ending, I really didn't expect that Maxine was a daughter of a very conservative christian and also the final girl of this movie speaking of Maxine, Mia Goth's performance is amazing her portraying both Maxine and Pearl shows that she has the range and I wish to see her more in films.

Nevertheless, this film really made me cover my mouth, yell a lot and made my eyes widen with all the things that are being shown on screen. That's how you know you made an amazing movie, I love how this film is doing great in the box office and I am super excited for the prequel "Pearl" which was apparently shot in secret.

And the death's of each character really shocked me, they were foreshadowed but they were still jawdropping. Here's the ranking of deaths from shocking to least shocking (please read at your own risk)

- RJ

- Lorraine

- Bobby-Lynne

- Wayne

- Jackson

- Howard

To wrap it all up: Go watch X especially in theatres, this movie was chef's kiss Ti West did an amazing job directing the film.

#bla bla tingz #x (2022)#x the movie #brittany snow #jenna ortega #mia goth #kid cudi

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ginger-grimm · 2 years

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INTRODUCING: CELESTE MORRIS

Full Name: Celeste Margaret Morris

Birthdate: October 9th, 1993

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Human

Family: Miriam Morris, née Lawson (Mother), Steven Morris (Father, deceased), Margaret Lawson (Maternal Grandmother, deceased)

Love Interest: Rachel Berry

Friends: Mike Chang, Artie Abrams, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, Kurt Hummel, Brittany S. Pierce, Sam Evans, Unique Adams

Likes: Astronomy, acting, everything soft, snack cakes, the color blue, her mother and grandmother, 90s movies, nail polish, energy drinks, vibrant colors

Dislikes: Bullies, action movies, gossip, pretty much any music after 2010, the ocean, heat

Phobias: Spiders

Speech: American accent, kind of sultry voice, very sweet speech, 50/50 on cursing

Physical Quirks/Scars: Has a scar on her left shoulder which she acquired when she fell off the roof while stargazing

Personality: Sweet, demure, socially akward, shy, protective, loyal, easily falls in love, bit of a pushover, harmony-seeking

Background: Celeste was born and raised in Liam, Ohio under the watchful eye of her parents. At seven years old, she loses her father to an accident, which throws her mother for a spiral so bad her grandmother moves into town to look after both of them. Margaret Lawson doted on her granddaughter, teaching her what it is like to be a proper lady and always having her tag along on events. Celeste grows to tolerate it, but she has never liked being the center of attention, often opting to stick to the refreshment table at parties instead of socializing. Celeste has always had her head in the stars, just not in the daydreaming way. Okay, maybe in the daydreaming way as well, but her true passion has always been exploring the sky and all of its contents. Then comes the summer before sophomore year of high school, when her grandmother takes her mom and herself to a fancy resort where she, unfortunately at first, runs into one Rachel Berry. Though quickly Rachel becomes her one and only solace in a resort filled mostly with people over the age of thirty. On their last night there, things get hot and heavy, but both of them decide to leave it at that and focus on their respective high school career paths once more. Celeste immerses herself into the astronomers club once more, while also taking on little roles in the plays put on by the local youth center and funded by her grandmother. It is here that she ends up being thrust into the role of Frenchy in Grease and ends up falling in love with being on stage. The Margaret dies, and Miriam is sent into another tailspin which throws Celeste’s entire life off track. There is nothing she can do to help, and school isn’t getting any better with Rachel breathing down her neck about joining the New Directions to buff their numbers. Celeste can’t join them, not when she still has a raging crush on Rachel, who would rather pine after the quarterback who just accidentally impregnated his head-cheerleader girlfriend. Oh, but it wasn’t actually him, rather his best friend which Celeste now knows as well. Now more than anything, Celeste Morris wishes she could just fly to the moon and never come back to Earth.

Faceclaim: Maude Apatow

TAGGING: @waterloou @firsthorror @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @jvstjewels @oneirataxia-girl @wordspin-shares @booty-boggins

#ocappreciation #ocapp #glee oc #oc: celeste morris #hello here is me back to introducing my ocs hope you enjoy

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gayassmattdamon · 3 years

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jas my love <3

how are you? how's everything going?

okok inspired by the post about blaine being like a darling nephew how would you describe the rest of the glee characters that you could think off?

hope November is kind to you 💜

myle!!!

i'm good!! i got back super late last night so i'm a lil tired but it's halloween!! do you have plans for it? i'll be on set the whole day so technically that's how i'm celebrating it skdlfj

okay quick fire answering woooo

quinn: that girl that you openly admire in class bc everyone does, but secretly jealous of bc she's doing better in a class that you thought you were best at. you hate watch her instagram stories

santana: the fun aunt that you lowkey stick to at a party bc you know she'll give you all the family gossip once she's got at least 3 drinks in her

mercedes: that friend you've been trying to hang out with but your schedules never line up so you have a coffee date planned for february 3rd 2027. she'll drop everything for a phone call tho

tina: the girl that comes into the store you work at but never buys anything. you can't help but make up a backstory for her even tho you've barely even looked at each other. manic pixie girl basically but not creepy/weird

rachel: the annoying cousin who's your age so you kinda have to hang out w her at family gatherings bc your other cousins are either 10 years older or younger than you. she's actually not that annoying and you spend the entire night in the corner w her talking abt anything and everything

sam: your younger sibling's best friend who always raids your kitchen so you take him and your sibling to the grocery store and pay for everything bc "once you two finally get a job you'll pay me back" (jokingly bc you'll never let them)

kurt: the only person in the friend group that you can talk shit with and he won't "try to see the situation from both sides". you're fairly certain he talks shit abt you w other people but you actually don't mind it so much bc honestly? fair

artie: the guy who tries to convince you that m*rvel movies deserve to be taken seriously and thinks scorsese is a joke. he loves taxi driver tho

mike: the popular guy you have a crush on and somehow convinced yourself that he likes you back. he lets you down gently, and still smiles politely at you when you pass in the hallway

brittany: you got paired together for a project and you just know she won't do shit so you're prepared to do everything, but she actually has some good ideas and you plan it out together. but she never answers her phone and puts in her part last minute, but you can't be too mad bc she gives you a cupcake as an apology

finn: the coworker you never want to be on shift with

puck: same as finn but he makes the shift so fun, work is just a lil sloppy and your manager half heartedly reprimands the two of you

#'quick fire' i say but this took me 20 mins to answer HDKFLD #thanks for the ask myle!! it was fun :]#hope november is wonderful for you <3 #awkwardcaterpillar #friends tag #glee #long post

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I was wondering if you can make a Bakugou x reader, the reader is a really really dumb girl (like a fusion of Karen Smith (from mean girls and Brittany from glee)) but she is so beautiful and funny and Bakugou fell in love with her because her personality, something really fluff (the quirk of the Y/N is "angel",she can cure people with wounds, also floats and make like a wonder woman lasso of thrut with her halo)(I’m sorry if this is hard to understand english is not my first lenguage)

a/n: yes!! this is so cool omg, also glee was my shit bruh- i watched all of it, and the ending still makes me cry so much. thank you for the request love!

summary: bakugou is absolutely head over heels for you, the beautiful and funny angel-quirk having girl that isn’t always the brightest. yet he’s still in love with you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / angel - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

wordcount: 1.2k

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Bakugou couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment he fell in love with you. He just did. It wasn’t a big surprise to him, he found you incredibly gorgeous, and was willing to do anything to talk to you or just be in the same room with you.

Your personality was as beautiful as you were. You were kind, caring, and heavenly. Your quirk was literally called Angel. And you made Bakugou laugh.

Bakugou also found that you weren’t always so bright. It wasn’t a bad thing, in fact, Bakugou liked it, more than he liked Kaminari.

“Hey, Bakugou!” You smiled and hugged him, pulling away when you’d successfully squeezed the life out of him.

“H-hey.” He breathed out, taking in a deep breath. You giggled and twirled a strand of hair between your fingers.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asked, watching as a blush spread across your cheeks. You were confused. Your pink lips parted as to say something but no words came out.

“You always do that hair-twirl thing when you want something.” Bakugou spoke again, this time his tone softer. He admired your (e/c) eyes as they seemed to glisten in the light of the common room. A smile perked up on your lips.

“Do I?” You question, trying to think back on every occurrence that you’ve ever twirled your hair between your fingers.

“Yes, you do, just spit it out already.” Bakugou was one to get impatient, but he never seemed to get that way with you. No matter how irritatingly long you took to say something or to get your point across, he could listen to you say ‘like’ ‘uhm’ and ‘so’ forever.

Your voice was so sweet like it was dripping honey with every word or sound that left your lips.

“Okay so, you know how that big test is coming up? I was wondering if you could like, help me study for it. I lost my notes.” You rub your lips together, the pink sparkly lip-gloss that coated your lips spreading back out.

“This better not be a waste of my time, Angel.” Bakugou had given you the nickname since you were quite literally the definition of it. Not to mention the bright glowing aura that seemed to follow you and the golden halo that floated above your head.

Bakugou was curious to know if it stopped glowing when you fell asleep, but he figured now was not the time to ask questions.

“It won’t be! Come on!” You drag him up to your room, which was surprisingly clean. Bakugou tried to ignore the pictures you had up of you with Deku, one of your close friends in the class.

There was one picture that made Bakugou smirk though, the one you had taken with him, the two of you standing on the stairs of U.A., Bakugou holding you in his arms after winning a 2v2 battle against Kirishima and Mina.

You were kissing Bakugou’s cheek in the photo, and Bakugou was smirking like a dumbass. Much like he was doing now.

“Earth to Bakugou!” You waved your hand in his face, snapping him back to reality. You plopped down onto the floor of your dorm, papers strewn across the floor.

“I still can’t find my notes.” You huffed, your lips pouting. Bakugou sat down and watched as you dumped your bookbag out in the middle, emptying all of its contents on the floor.

“My lipgloss! I was looking everywhere for this!” You pick up the light purple container of lipgloss that you had lost a week ago. Bakugou sighed as he picked carefully through the pile of stuff on the floor, the notes catching his eye.

“I found your fucking notes, although they look more like a coloring book page-”

“You’re my hero! Thank you so much!” You wrap your arms around Bakugou, avoiding laying all over your stuff that laid on the floor.

Your notes were written okay on lined paper, in several different colors with doodles all over the sides.

You’d made small comics of some kind as well as kissy-faces and notes around his name.

Bakugou’s cheeks were bright red at this point.

“Oh my god! You weren’t supposed to see that! This is like sooo embarrassing!” You quickly hid your notes behind you, covering your red face with your hands.

“Do you like me or something?” Bakugou asked, his curiosity finally getting the best of him.

“Yeah, you’re like super cute, and strong. How could I not like-like you?” You smile, your hands moving to search through the rest of your stuff.

It’s pushed away as Bakugou practically leaps across the floor to kiss you. His lips connect to yours and your back is pressed against the ground.

The kiss is needy, and well-overdue. You wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him back, his lips tasting vaguely like cherries. What did he eat for lunch? Was this chapstick you were tasting?

It was your lipgloss. It had rubbed off on his lips and you’d just now tasted it. Kinda funny.

Bakugou pulled away and looked down at you, his vermilion eyes staring into your (e/c) ones.

“Your lips are shiny now.” You giggle. Bakugou rolls his eyes and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You get silent as he looks down at you, his body hovering over your own, his knees on each side of your legs, trapping you below him.

“Do you really need my help with this test? I know you aren’t that dumb.” Bakugou stares at you, a blush evident on his cheeks.

“Yes, I do! But only if you help me, Momo talks to fast.” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed.

“You better ace this test or I won’t help you at all.”

Bakugou knew that he was lying to himself when he said that. Of course, he’d help you.

- - -

“Bakugou!! I did it! I got a B!” You waved your test in his face, showing him how good you had done. He smiled and rolled his eyes, his hands resting on your hips.

“Babe, calm down. I’m proud of you.”

“This is like, the best I’ve ever done! I did so good!” You were smiling and giggling, an intoxicating sound to Bakugou.

“How about I give you a reward for doing so good?” Bakugou took the test from your hand and had a full view of your reddening-face now.

“R-Reward?”

Bakugou’s lips found their way to yours within seconds, and you were breathless. It was cute and short, nothing too extreme since the two of you were still in class, thankfully everyone had cleared out.

Bakugou pulled away and rubbed his lips together before running his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Vanilla chapstick this time?”

“It’s actually birthday cake-”

“Shut up.”

Bakugou pressed his lips back to yours, missing the feeling of your lips on his. It was such an amazing feeling, one he’d wanted to feel for what felt like ages. He’d dreamt about kissing you from the week he met you.

“Babe, we’re gonna get-”

“Hey! Go to the dorms.” Mr. Aizawa groaned, trudging past the open classroom door, cocooned in his sleeping bag like a caterpillar.

“Caught.” You finished your sentence, Bakugou’s face bright red.

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