#needed more Lea… needed more of her being a bad bitch

[stilldoingscience]

people really need to get a grip. The pale blue eye is a book set in 1830s, why are you surprised that there’s misogyny in the film?

[fillinforlater]

(T)highly likely

Male Reader x Choi Lia

Length: 1234 words

Tags: dialogue only, smut, professor/student dynamic, basically prostitution, sex for a favor, good student/bad girl, degradation, overstimulation, dirty talk, bullet vibrator, clit stimulation, clit play, biting, marking, fondling tits, thigh fucking, cumming on thighs, thigh kink?, bimbofication, wet orgasms, dom/sub dynamics, professor!You

TW: dialogue only, barely edited

Inspiration: studying sucks, @midnightdancingsol does not. They just told me to and my "brain" came up with something

(A/N: it ain't much, but I hope y'all like my 111 fic xD)

“Professor, I need three points.”

“Good morning, Miss Choi. Sit down first, please. There is no need to hurry.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“It’s rare for you to be so stressed and blunt; did something happen? Did anyone—did I misgrade your latest exam?”

“It’s not that, it’s just—look, Professor, I read your reasoning and then I reread it and I understand it, but it’s not enough, you know?”

“I do not know, Miss Choi? If I remember correctly, your latest exam was very good, and you definitely don’t need to panic about any of your grades. You are one of the best in this field.”

“But it’s not enough! ‘Very good’ and ‘one of the best’ is not it. Professor, it’s just not enough. I need to be at the top.”

“Miss Choi, this is not high school. You should be old enough to accept that in this University, being on your level is great, excellent even! If you keep these grades up your future will not be in peril. I think you can live with not ‘winning’ an imaginary competition.”

“Three points.”

“Hm?”

“I calculated it. Miss Shin gave me all her grades and all I need are three points to pass her, so—”

“Miss Choi, if you believe that I will give you these three points and thereby risk my integrity and future at this facility just so you can have your childish feel-good award, then you are very wrong. I ask you to lea—”

“I offer myself, my body, for three points.”

“Miss Choi—!”

“You can do everything you want, touch me and fuck me however you like!”

“Miss Choi—!”

“I know how to keep a secret, and I swear, I’m so good at—”

“Miss Choi, shut it! I think you are incredibly moronic for even suggesting this. This offer, for something so insignificant, laughable…

“But if you want to sell your body for some points, then I recommend you wear clothing befitting of a whore. This will not do, I can barely see the benefits of your offer. Return only if you’ve put some effort into it, even better, forget about this all. I don’t believe you are stupid enough for this.”

“I-I…”

“Now get out.”

#

“Hello, Professor.”

“Good evening, Miss Ch—now that is more like it.”

“So~ you like what you see?”

“I like your commitment to your new, real self.”

“My ‘real self’? What do you—hng!”

“You are a slut, Lia, a whore, selling her body for favors. I’m sure this is just the beginning. From now on you will do it over and over again.”

“T-that’s not true! I-I’m smart enough to—”

“If you were truly smart, you wouldn’t accept my hand under that skimpy dress; you’d run out screaming at the touch of my tongue on your clavicle and chest. But no, you even start to moan and become wet. Your thong is already drenched.”

“Professor~”

“Turn around, Lia. Pull up that dress and show what you’re selling. 

“God, the first time I saw a glimpse of your thighs on campus I knew you’d one day realize their value. Damn, even your butt is quite nice.”

“Is it worth three points~?”

“We’ll see about that. Lia, do you know what this is?”

“A bullet vibrator, Pro~fessor.”

“Put it on your clit. Now.”

“O-of course. Ah, fuck!”

“Don’t control your moans. Curse and don’t stop pressing it down on your clit. I want you to tremble, tremble like the nympho bitch you want to be.”

“Ahhh, Professor, I, I—”

“You are so fucking needy already? Show me! Show me how you cum and wet your fat thighs while I—”

“N-no, I’m so close~!

“Ah, not my tits!

“Professor, I—Ahhh!”

“Look at you! I’m groping your bimbo tits for one second and you are already squirming and squeezing your juices out. Lia, I bet you are hornier than I am.

“Let me question your intentions: Is this really about the three points or do you have some kind of fetish for this?”

“P-points, Professor, just—hng—points!

“Not there, ah!”

“Tell the truth, Lia. I won’t be as gentle with your clit… or your throat… or your blonde hair, you fucking slut.”

“It feels so good~”

“Answer the question, slut!”

“No, I-I’m cumming a-again! Yes, right there, oh God, yes—

“H-hey, no! Why did you stop?”

“You know exactly why. I’m totally down for not letting you cum the rest of the night, hell, even the entire weekend. Your disappointed, needy face underneath those blonde curtains is quite attractive.”

“Hmph, you’re an asshole, Professor.”

“For wanting the truth?”

“For… for not finishing it.”

“Well, the chances of your next orgasm rise the faster you answer my question. Come on, Lia, you are smart enough to know this.”

“F-fine, fucking fine!

“Yes, I need the three points, b-but you… is what I really want.”

“You want me?”

“Yes.”

“You want to sell yourself to me?”

“Y-yes…?”

“That did not sound very convincing.”

“Yes! Yes, I want, I need men like you, Professor. I-I don’t get satisfied by anything else anymore.”

“Very good. I like your honesty. However, I think the basis for our agreement has changed. You should be begging for me to use you, to not ignore you—but I will be merciful today.”

“Ah, fuck, that hurts! Pr-professor, what are you doing?”

“I’m marking you. I’m going to use you however I like until you get your degree. You will come to all of my readings, study hard and then I will use your curvy body and pretty face all night.

“Sounds good?”

“People will see the mark, they’ll ask questions!”

“Oh please, as if a girl like you doesn’t get laid and likes it rough. Now stop complaining, the bite suits you.”

“B-but I—oh my God! Hm, fuck!”

“Moan, Lia. I’m tired of hearing your complaints.”

“S-so—ahhh—sorry!”

“Pull the top of your dress down. I want it wrapped around your slutty little waist while I wrap my fingers around your smooth and tiny throat.

“Your tits bouncing while you ride the vibrator… it’s kinda cute. Now drool on them. Make them as wet as your thighs.”

“Professor, ugh.”

“Only moans. Scream when you’re about to—”

“Hm, ahh! Ahh, fu-fuck!”

“You’re such a whore, fuck, cumming like a waterfall down those thighs.”

“Pro-professor~ I can’t stop!

“Wha— wait, oh my God! You look so big!”

“Your thighs are so soft, even softer than they look. I’ll use them like the rest of your body, all the fucking time, fuck!”

“I-It’s huge~”

“Look as it leaves your fat fucking thighs. Imagine me splitting you open with it, hitting all your sensitive spots again and again, while I pull your hair.”

“P-pull it now, please.”

“What?”

“Pull my hair, Professor, please!

“Ah, ahhh!”

“Your hips are already… w-working in tandem with mine. Your entire body was made for milking me.”

“You have to try my mouth at some point.”

“And your ass.”

“M-m-my ass?!”

“Lia, I will use every inch of your body. You will have cum everywhere, your skin will shimmer white, even your insides will be white—and I’ll start with those round trunks.”

“Oh Lord, Professor! It-it’s so warm, ah! So much cream, I—”

“I could fuck those thighs again and again, they are as perfect as a pussy.

“Get on your knees.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Clean my cock.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Be my personal slut.”

“Yes~ Professor~”

[rubberducki20]

Background and descriptions:

World:Earth, a place with humans and demi humans, they don't usually exist peacefully but there are safe places and people.

Characters:

Jarek: 6'2, 25 year old Demi human, grouchy dickhead cat man, been in a gang since 14 (refuses to speak on it), tattooed and the peen is pierced (arm sleeves and a ladder piercing oh my)

Lavender (Kora): 5'1, 22 year old human, sweet but assertive, army drop out, her mother married a Demi human so she loves Demi humans, no tattoos or piercings, just scars

MDNI 🔞 NSFW 🔞

Here's a photo rep or Jarek

Kora's POV

I place the first aid kit in the table beside him, "shirt off, I gotta see how bad they are." I sit down in front of him, half expecting him to just leave, but he doesn't. He huffed and takes his shirt off showing toned and muscled chest and stomach, it wasn't as bad as I thought. I dabbed peroxide on a cotton ball and cleaned the wounds and blood up.

I wasn't expecting to have a 6 foot man in my house, I cringe at the blood he smeared on the couch. Oh well, at least it's old and leather. "Tsk, why the fuck did you drag me here human?" He asks, his cream colored black tipped tail flicks showing his annoyance. "Maybe because you were getting your ass kicked on my lawn. Humans are so selfish and racist. It's Kora by the way." I shout back from the bathroom, the poor man had blood soaking his shirt and face, he was definitely gonna have bruises that lasted more than a week. "Whatever bitch. What are you even doing anyways?" He quirks, wow this man was a fiesty one. "If your gonna call me a bitch at least pull my hair and spank me. What I'm gonna do is fix your wounds and put that shoulder back in place."

He took his shirt off, showing me that the wounds werent so bad as they looked. I cleaned the wound with peroxide and cotton balls. After that I put my hands on his shoulder, "this is gonna hurt, I'm sorry." I shove the socket back into the blade and all I get from him is a hiss of pain.

"So how do you want me to pay you back?" His question surprised me. I laughed at it, "Nothing, but if you need a place to stay you can, If you feel like you owe me then I'll just as for help moving big furniture or at my store." I get up and put the first aid kit back, "I'm not some pet for you to oggle human." His ears were to the side, and he didn't look to happy. "Who said you were a pet dumbass? You want to pay me back, then that's how. I only offer a room cause it's clear you don't have a place to go." I snap back, heading to the kichean to make dinner. I could feel him seething but he didn't answer me, but the chair squeaking on the floor did.

I made salmon and ramen with eggs, and slid a bowl with chopsticks in front of him. I sat down across from the man and began eating myself. "Can I at least know your name?" I questioned, "Jarek." was my only response.

After we both finish, I grab our dishes an wash them. "Let me show you the room you'll be staying in." I beckon him to follow and he does. I stop at the green door, open it and move out the way so he can come in. "You have a private bathroom, and tomorrow we'll go get you some new clothes." I turn towards my door that's 2 down, "if you need me just holler or knock." I walk into my room and and lea against the door. Eventually I hear his door close and my body relaxes.

I got ready for bed and tried to sleep. After a few hours of tossing and turning, I couldn't help it, I was turned on by Jarek, ofc I wasn't gonna tell him that. So, I grabbed my vib and toy to relax my ache. Hoping to God Jarek couldn't hear.

Jarek's POV

I didn't get why that little human was being friendly, it was weird..but she did cook really good and the room was nice, especially the bed.

Jarek was too high on alert to sleep, and it didn't help that with his hearing, he could hear little human being promiscuous. He felt himself stiffen, and sighed at himself, hating that he was turned on by it.

Eventually the little one stopped, more then likely finding the high she was chasing and it wore her out. Finally, Jarek was able to get some sleep. He'll deal with his raging cock later.

Morning ♡

Jarek woke to the smell of pancakes, he couldn't remember the last time he had them. He stalked to the kitchen, Jarek smelled the remnants of pleasure that stuck to his little human. He wanted to taste it, but refrained from it.

She was dressed in shorts and a sports bra, her hair wet, mustve taken a shower. "Smells good for a human cooking." Jarek sat in the seat he did last night and 3 pancakes were put in front of him. He wouldn't ever admit it, but she was amazing at cookin. "Well im glad you like it, I know a demi friendly store we can go to for some new clothes. Then we gotta go open up my store." She said to her food, she was nervous around him. He loved it.

"Yea yea, just don't be tryna say I'm your pet or sum shit." Jarek put his plate in the sink, and sat back down. "If anyone asks, your my roommate and new hire." She chirps, throwing a discarded shirt on an grabbed some keys. They both walked out of the house and got into her car. It was nice, solid black with dark green leather seats. Jarek adjusted the seat to his liking and their little journey began. "Ok, so here's my card, don't go too crazy but get what you need. Imma go do store owner duties and come back to pick you up." She pulls up to a store, the sign saying demi humans welcomed in all black. "Alright. See you later then." Jarek gets out the car and reaches in to get the card.

He watches the car drive off and he goes into the store.

Kora's POV

She liked this softer side of Jarek, definitely not the softest, but at least he wasn't calling her a bitch. She pulled up to her pride and joy, Lavender Layers, a bakery she's gained ownership of when her parents passed. She noticed two cars parked in the back, must be her two employees, Viva and Chancellor. As she got out at walked to the back of the door, she guide was right cause the two demi humans got out of their cars and joined her. "Hey boys! How yall. Ready to fill some orders to day?" Kora smiled, the two men agreeing. "Oh, we have a new hire, he's my roommate too, so don't be too hard on him..he's had a rough past."

The men hummed in acknowledgement, they didn't speak a lot either, I hired them the day they got out of prison. I had their backs and they had mine.

Kora let the men get to their daily duties and she went to order jarek a few store shirts and a cap that'd fit his cat ears. A knock on the office door startled her, and as it opened she was given a coffee. "Thank you Viva, your husband's coffee is the best." She took several sips enjoying the honey hazelnut coffee. With the clothes ordered, Kora went to the front to unlock the door, and to help finish baking her mothers favorite desserts.

A few customers human and demi alike to enjoy Sweets. The door opened and jarek stalked in. "Oh hey! You find everything you need?" She smiled, and went to the side to let him in the back of the store. "Yea I found it all. You didn't tell you owned Lavender. I loved this place as a kid." Jarek looked around, tail swishing with curiosity. "My mom and step dad owned this place, I got it once they passed. Here's our coworkers, Chancellor and Viva. They don't talk much but their great." She started showing Jarek everything that he'll start learning the next couple days while the boys took care of the line out front. "I also ordered you some shirts for the store and a cap. If I'm not around, the boys will be able to show you. And-" glass breaking stopped Kora mid sentence.

The pair went up front to see Viva helping a lady with two kids clean up a broken mug, the poor lady was apologizing profusely. "Ma'am it's perfectly okay, we all break things sometimes. Trust me we have more mugs." Viva says and goes back to remake her drink.

That's all I'm writing for today guys, works got me a Lil beat 😮‍💨😅 love yall! I hope I get to wrote more on these little love birds.

[ageofbarbarians]

35 High // S.F.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: Y/N comes home from a long day of work. The whole day was genuinely a series of unfortunate events, but the worst of the worst happens when she gets home. 

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Anxiety Attack, Oral (m&f receiving), Fingering (f receiving)

Word Count: 5.6K

M A S T E R L I S T

You pushed your way through the sea of people, all trying to leave their day jobs, but you were also trying to do the same. You were trying to get home as quickly as you could since today has been absolute hell and you were just one small inconvenience away from having a complete and utter breakdown.

You worked at a small hole-in-the-wall diner a couple of blocks away from your apartment. The money was decent, enough to pay bills and have a little extra saved to the side in case you needed it. There were typically older people who came in to enjoy breakfast or an early lunch. You had a lot of regulars and when they came in they just seemed to make the days more enjoyable. But today was the definition of hell.

You had a couple of tables that gave you a one-dollar tip, or that had completely stiffed you. One snotty group of teenagers came in and while you were delivering food to another table, decided it would be hilarious to trip you. They did end up getting kicked out but you still had food and coffee spilled all over your work clothes. A couple of tables had bitched at you for things that weren’t your fault but just couldn’t grasp the fact that it was on the kitchen and not you. This morning while you were doing your hair you burnt one of your fingers really bad, you were completely out of coffee, and your milk had gone bad so you couldn’t even eat breakfast. It was one of the worst days you had in a while.

You were walking home, trying to calm yourself down, trying as hard as you could to enjoy the last little portion of your day. You had a whole plan set out to watch a couple of movies and order some Chinese food since you were in no mood to cook tonight. As you were walking down the street a lady who was paying more attention to her phone than her surroundings hit your shoulder causing you to drop your phone and the drink you just bought.

“Watch where you’re going, bitch!” She turned to you and flipped you off like it was your fault that she wasn’t paying attention.

“Get your face out of your phone and pay attention cunt!” You yelled back at her. She gasped and stormed off, not wanting to deal with the confrontation. The people who were around you looked at you like you had a third arm or horns coming out of your head. You huffed, picked your phone up, and walked away. There was no saving your drink.

You finally reached the doors to your apartment building. It was one of the largest apartment buildings in the city, it being at least sixty-five stories high. You lived on the forty-sixth floor so you have an amazing view of the entire city. As crazy as it seemed, you always took the stairs. Forty-six flights of stairs seemed crazy to most people, but you just considered it your daily dose of cardio. Not to mention the crippling fear you had of elevators. It was extremely rare that you took the elevator, and today was one of those rare days. You didn’t want to take the time to walk up the stairs when you could be up to your floor in seconds.

Surprisingly the lobby was pretty empty this evening. You walked up to the elevator and hit the upward arrow and waited for the doors to open. You took in a deep breath through your nose and exhaled through your mouth. Seconds later the elevator doors opened. You stepped in and hit the button next to the forty-six. The button lit up and you leaned against the back wall waiting for the doors to clothes. They began to shut and it was only a split second away from shutting completely before they opened again.

A boy who looked to be about your age stepped in and he seemed like he was out of breath. He pushed the button for the forty-fifth floor and it lit up. He gave you a small smile and leaned against the wall right next to you.

Really dude? Out of all places it had to be right next to me? You thought to yourself. You let out a huff and pulled out your phone trying to pull up your Instagram. Of course, you weren’t getting any single so nothing was loading. But with how the rest of the day had gone, you weren’t surprised.

You stood there in silence, your eyes locked onto the elevator door just waiting for them to open. The boy next to you hummed to himself and you couldn’t tell why but it was driving you a little nuts.

“I’m sorry, but do you mind?” You snapped, turned your head towards him and he looked at you with a raised brow.

“Sorry?” He looked confused and after observing his features you felt bad. Really bad. His eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, long brown hair that was pulled back into a messy bun, a jawline that could cut diamonds, and lips that were oh so perfectly pink they were almost kissable. He was in a black suit that was tailored to fit him perfectly, but he didn’t have a shirt underneath the suit jacket. Some of the skin on his stomach was exposed revealing the way it slightly glistened, but you didn’t stare too long. Everything about this man was stunning.

“Sorry I just,” you paused and rubbed the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger. “I’ve had the worst day and the humming is kind of annoying if I’m being honest. I didn’t mean to snap, that was rude of me.” You said the last part quietly and looked down at your feet, avoiding his gaze.

“It’s alright, doll. I guess it can be quite-“ he stopped talking as there was a loud thud and the elevator suddenly stopped. It shook for a second and you instinctively grabbed the boy's arm next to you. You realized what you had done and removed your hands from him. You mumbled a sorry before that there was a potential that your biggest fear had just hit.

“Are we stuck?” Your eyes went wide at the realization that you were no longer moving, and the red numbers indicating the floor number were stuck on thirty-five.

“I think so, it shouldn’t be a problem though,” he shrugged casually and you immediately sank to the floor with your head going between your knees.

“This is my worst fucking nightmare.” You whispered to yourself. Suddenly, it felt like there was hardly any air left in the small space and your chest became tight. You took in a deep breath through your nose and out through your mouth to try and calm yourself down but it wasn’t working. You could feel your body begin to shake and tears brimmed your eyes.

“Hey, are you alright?” The boy next to you crouched down and gently sat his hand on your shoulder. You looked over at him and there seemed to be genuine concern on his face. A few tears slid down your face and you continued to shake as you wiped them away quickly.

“T-this is one of my worst fears. I’ve had a day from hell and this is just the cherry on top. I don’t even know what to do.” You began to panic more and your breathing started to pick up. You were on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Look,” He stood up and pushed the emergency call button that all elevators were required to have. It rang a couple of times before a voice picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, yeah, we’re currently in Clemming Heights, our elevator is stuck, we aren’t sure what happened.”

“How many people are in your elevator?” The voice came through the speaker.

“There’s two of us.” He replied and looked back at you. Your hands were shaking violently and more tears slid down your face. You tried every trick in the book to calm your nerves but everything you did just seemed to make things worse.

This was the worst day you’ve ever had by far. Maybe you should’ve just taken the stairs. If you did you wouldn’t be trapped in this metal box that could just plummet to the very bottom at any moment.

“Okay, we’re sending a technician over now. It should be about an hour before it’s fixed.”

“Thank you.” That was all he said and then he came back and sat next to you.

“An hour!? I-I don’t think I can be in here for an hour.” You started to hyperventilate and you tried your hardest to calm down but everything you knew just wasn’t working. You didn’t want to be having an anxiety attack in front of a total stranger, a handsome one at that. The whole thing was embarrassing. Today genuinely could not get any worse.

“It’s okay, I promise we’ll be okay. Hey, look at me.” He sat his hand on your shoulder again before he scooted in front of you, legs crossed. You looked up at him and he has a small smile on his face trying his best to cheer you up.

“What’s your name, doll?” He asked softly.

“Y/N,” You wiped your face with the back of your hand. Your breathing was still unsteady and your chest was still tight, feeling like it could just explode at any given moment,

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Sam, or Sammy, whichever you prefer. I live on the forty-fifth floor. Do you wanna talk about your day? Get your mind off this?” Sam introduced himself and it was nice that you could finally put a name to a face. You were hesitant but something was comforting about him, so you went on about how terrible your day was and he just sat there and listened, nodding his head now and again. You went through your entire day, from the time you woke up, up until now. He never once interrupted you, he just sat there and listened. It was nice.

“That sounds like a lot. Just think about it this way, today is almost over. Once we get out of here, you can go home, make some tea, binge on some snacks, watch a movie, or whatever it is you want to do and you can just relax. Tomorrow is a new day, and you can start fresh, yeah?” Sam spoke softly and his words were reassuring. You were silent for a moment, staring into his chestnut eyes. You scanned his face, but you didn’t know what it was you were searching for.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You smiled lightly, looking at the floor of the elevator. You had noticed that you were finally calmed down despite ranting about the shitshow of a day you'd had. Maybe all you needed was somebody to talk to about what had gone wrong. Ranting about everything today had cleared your mind and it made you calm down about being stuck. Even though it wasn’t the most ideal situation, you were glad that somebody was here with you instead of being alone. 

“I’m on forty-six.” You spoke up again after a moment of silence. Sam looked at you slightly confused before remembering he had told you what floor he lived on.

“I’ve never seen you around before.” You could feel his eyes burning into you. You shifted and averted eye contact with him. He wasn’t intimidating but he was just so attractive that it felt like he was intimidating.

“Well, it is a big building…” You responded with a bit of sarcasm in your voice. You looked up again and Sam's smiled with a light laugh and nodded his head, looking at the ground.

“I guess you’re right. I just figured I’d remember seeing a pretty girl like you.” He looked up at you again and you felt your cheeks go hot. The compliment was so unexpected and it honestly caught you off guard. You had been in here for only fifteen minutes and he was trying to flirt with you. Not that you had minded, you did need a little excitement in your life, but Sam was definitely out of your league.

“I don’t know about that, I never take the elevator. I usually take the stairs,” you shook your head and you could feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment.

“Seriously?” He asked with wide eyes and his eyebrows raised, slightly dumbfounded. You shook your head. All you could do was nod, not too sure of what to say.

“I bet your legs are killer.” He laughed to himself and then stopped once he realized what he said. Sam wasn’t trying to make the situation sexual in any sort but the comment just kind of slipped out. He wasn’t wrong though, because of doing it almost daily you did have really nice legs. They were toned and had just the perfect amount of muscle to them.

“Sorry, that came out a little more sexual than I was expecting it to.” Sam awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and you couldn’t help but laugh. You observed exposed skin and wondered why he was so dressed up but also why he didn't have a shirt under his suit jacket. Even sitting down you could tell how toned he was and honestly, it was quite sexy. You bit your lip and your eyes met his. You tried to play it off but he had a smirk on his face. The comment about your legs was still playing in your head and you didn’t really know why. Maybe it was because you were getting hit on by an attractive guy? Or the fact that you never really got hit on in general? You looked away for a moment trying to avert your eyes elsewhere. 

“Enjoying the view?” He asked with a slight raise of his brow. Your eyes met his again and you could feel a bit of heat creeping onto your cheeks from the fact that he caught you staring.

“Don’t get cocky, Sammy.” You shook your head and scanned him once more. A part of you was just trying to fuck with him but another part of you genuinely wanted to just check him out. You began to wonder what he looked like without the suit jacket on, how his muscles and abdomen flexed, and what he looked like without almost anything on.

Your thoughts started getting the best of you and you shook your head slightly as a way to try and rid of them. You pressed your legs together, heat building at your core, trying your hardest not to make it noticeable.

“Cocky is my middle name, babydoll,” Sam said quietly with a tone that you couldn’t quite read. It was sexy and dominant but you really couldn’t tell what he was going for. The pet name that he had called you a couple of times already sent shivers down your spine and you bit your lip once more with a smile across your face. Even though he had called you 'doll'  previously, there was just something about the subtle difference.

The two of you gazed into each other eyes, not sure what to even say. Your eyes flickered back and forth between him and his lips. He was doing the same and you could just tell the sexual tension was rising between the two of you.

In a split-second decision, you decided to just lean forward and kiss him. It wasn’t like you to make the first move, hell you had never even made the first move, but there was just something about Sam that was so captivating and you were determined to figure it out why he was making you feel this way.

Moments later it finally dawned on you that you were kissing a total stranger and you didn’t have a drop of alcohol in you. You had your fair share of hookups but they never happened if you weren’t drinking. You never had the confidence to initiate something like that. You pulled away and your hand came up to touch your lips. Sam had a look of surprise on his face but you couldn’t exactly read it. The silence grew heavy and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry that was really-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Sam's lips connected with yours again. One of his hands cupped the side of your face while to other rested right above your knee and your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip, in a way that was requesting permission for him to enter and you opened your mouth a little bit wider to allow access. His tongue fought with yours and he bit down on your bottom lip. Your hands pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck as Sam groaned and you could feel it through the kiss. The noise alone sent fire to your center and you scooted closer to him. You didn’t want to cross any boundaries, especially because you had only met him not even twenty minutes ago, but he removed his hands from your face and pulled you onto his lap.

“Is this crazy? This is crazy.” You pulled away, not realizing how deprived of oxygen you were until you took a deep breath. You stared into Sam's eyes and a wide grin flashed across his face.

“I like crazy,” Was all he said before kissing you again. You moaned quietly, hoping he didn’t hear it but from the way he sighed and started kissing along your jawline and neck, you knew he did. You leaned your head back, exposing more of the skin on your neck, allowing him access to wherever he pleased. He bit at the skin behind your ear and smoothed over it with his tongue. You pulled harder on the hair at the nape of his neck. He had found your sweet spot and the longer he stayed there, the more you were melting into his touch. You knew there was going to be a lilac mark.

Sam moved down your neck, eventually reaching your collarbones. He left a few chaste kisses across them but then licked a stripe up the front of your throat and connected his lips with yours. That simple action was almost enough to make you come undone. You adjusted your hips and as you did so you could feel Sam's hardened length under you. He hissed at the movement and you couldn’t help but smirk. You rocked your hips once more and he pushed up into you before grabbing your hips to hold you still.

“I want to take you home, Y/N,” Sam said between the kisses. The thought made butterflies run through your stomach.

“Lemme turn your day around. Let me make you feel good,” He attacked the other side of your neck, and his words made you moan. You tried to move against him, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that was building up in your core but Sam was quick to stop you.

“Words baby, use them.” He commanded.

“Please,” was all you managed to get out. He smirked and it just showed how cocky he really was.

“Please what?“ He stared at you intently, waiting for you to say exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck, please take me home Sammy, just do something,” you moaned, and honestly, it was almost pathetic.

“Gladly,” Sam grabbed the underside of your thighs and stood up as he pushed your back against the elevator wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he began to kiss you again, this time with a little more force. With one hand he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above you, not allowing you to touch him.

You loved when somebody was dominant towards you. You liked being told what to do, being thrown around, and even being punished. You were into the rougher sex but it never seemed like anybody could seem to satisfy you with what you were looking for. Sure it was good enough in the moment, but you just needed… more.

Your legs tightened around Sam's waist and you tried anything just to feel some sort of friction against him to release some of the pressure. You pushed your chest up against him and moaned quietly into his mouth.

“If you don’t stop I may just have to fuck you in here,” Sam's voice was dominant and demanding. You flashed him a devilish grin before you rocked your hips up against him again.

“What if I want you to fuck me in here, Sam?” You asked with one of your brows raised. Your words alone looked like they could’ve sent him over the edge. Sam swiftly popped the button on your jeans and slid his hands into your pants, rubbing his fingers over the dampened cotton.

“Look at you, so wet for me already,” His forehead leaned against yours and a breathy moan slid past your lips. His fingers circled over your clothed clit and he smirked as he watched your face slightly contort with pleasure.

“Please,” was all you could say but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Fuck, there were lots of things you could’ve been begging for right now.

“Please what? What do you want, pretty girl? Do you want my fingers? My cock?” His movements slowed down and you shifted, trying to feel his touch. You didn’t want to admit it but you were already nearing your release just from him rubbing his fingers along your clit. You didn’t respond and Sam removed all contact from your core, just waiting for you to answer him.

“Shit, I want your fingers, please,” You whined pathetically. Sam smiled at you before dipping his hands back into your jeans. He moved your cotton panties to the side and his thumb brushed over your clit. Your back arched slightly and you took your bottom lip in between your teeth. You could feel Sam's fingers run through your folds, collecting your arousal on the tips. He removed his hand once more and wrapped his mouth around his fingers, tasting every little bit of you. He closed his eyes and moaned, swirling his tongue around his digits.

“You taste like honey, babydoll” he groaned and went to stick his hands past the material of your jeans and he huffed.

“These, they need to come off.” He put you back down onto your feet before he sunk onto his knees. He curled his fingers around the belt loops and swiftly pulled your jeans down, helping you step out of them. You were left in your t-shirt and dark green cotton underwear. They were pretty cheeky, but they had just the perfect amount of coverage and the straps were thin on your sides.

Sammy observed you for a moment before planting a kiss on your clothed core. His fingers hooked around the thin straps and pulled them down, throwing them with your jeans. His hand slotted between your legs, causing you to spread them before he dipped his head forward and licked a thick, bold stripe up your center. Your mouth formed into an ‘o’ and your knees felt weak. One of your hands flew to his hair and tugged on his wavy brown tresses.

“Fuck, Sammy I want your fingers, please,” you moaned out. Even though his mouth did feel amazing, you so badly needed some sort of release.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Sam grinned up at you before he entered two fingers into you, curling them upwards. Your knees buckled and you sat your free hand on his shoulder, trying your hardest not to fall. Sam watched your face twist with pleasure for a moment before he attached his mouth to your clit.

“Shit,” you gasped and tugged on his roots again. From the way, his fingers curved in and out of you to the way his tongue flicked and sucked on your clit you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Moans left your lips and you tried not to be too loud even though it didn’t really matter since you were still stuck.

“Do you like that, baby? The way my fingers fuck you?” Sam applied a kiss to your abdomen and you whimpered at his words. You nodded your head but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Words. Use them.” His fingers stilled inside of you and raised a brow waiting for you to say something.

“Fuck, yes Sam, please don’t stop, I’m so close.” You moaned and he picked up his pace again. Sam attacked your clit with his mouth again, sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves trying to get you closer to your climax. Your eyes screwed shut and a loud moan flew past your lips. You could feel yourself clenching around his fingers and that familiar feeling of a rubberband on the verge of snapping in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, Sammy, I’m cumming,” you moaned and looked down at the explicit scene below you. Sam shook his head and you gave him a slightly confused look.

“Not yet baby, hold out just a little longer for me,” He kissed the front of your thighs and used his free hand to rub quick circles along your clit.

“I-I don’t know if I can,” you moaned and you could feel your legs begin to violently shake. You were on the brink of exploding but the longer you held back, the worse the feeling felt. That pit in your stomach was burning and you just needed a release

“You can and you will. Hang on for me,” Sam added a third finger and your vision was going in and out as more obscenities flew past your lips.

“Sam please, please let me cum. Oh my god, I’ll do anything. Please, I’m begging,” You gasped and you could feel your legs wanting to close but Sam held them open with his elbows, his movements quickening.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Cum for me baby. Look at me or I’ll stop,” he threatened. You looked down at him as you struggled to keep your eyes open. You focused on the boy below you who was destroying you with his fingers. You sunk slightly as your orgasm tore through you. You moaned loudly and bit the back of your hand to try and suppress it. Your eyes screwed shut from the feeling being too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes and you swore you could’ve passed out from the amount of euphoria you were experiencing. 

Sam groaned as he rode you through your orgasm. He slowed his pace before his mouth connected with your heat, lapping up every last drop of you. Your legs shook and every time his tongue passed over your clit you couldn’t help but whine from the overstimulation.

“God you are fucking beautiful,” Sam stood up and roughly connected his lips with yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you didn’t even mind, it just made it so much more arousing. Sam placed one hand at the back of your neck while his other hand tangled in your hair and pulled at the roots. Your head tilted back and your mouth opened but no words came out.

“I’ll make you cum again if you let me, just say the word, babydoll.” He whispered into your ear before nipping at your earlobe with his teeth.

“Yes, please,” you whispered. His words sent shivers down your spine and the thought of him making you cum again sent a new wave of heat to your core. He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one a lot gentler than the last.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly. 

"Much better," You nodded your head and applied one last chaste kiss to his lips.

As soon as he pulled away the elevator shook and you noticed the numbers starting to go up again. You cursed under your breath and quickly grabbed your jeans, unsure of where your underwear went. You looked around the small space and you were absolutely dumbfounded.

“Looking for these?” San asked, holding them up. Before you could grab them he shoved them into his pocket and you didn’t even know what to say. You quickly slid your legs through the tight jeans and buttoned them. Seconds later the elevator door opened on the forty-fifth floor. There was a mother and her two small children waiting to enter the elevator. She looked at you and Sam with a disgusted look on her face. Sam grabbed your hand and lead you out towards his apartment. You were still slightly out of breath which means your face was probably red and Sam's hair was unruly from you pulling on his locks, but he didn’t even seem to mind.

“Are you hungry?” Sam asked as you followed him down the hall before stopping in front of one of the many doors. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door, allowing you to enter first. You stood directly next to the door, not wanting to overstep any boundaries of some sort.

“I was going to order some Chinese when I got home.” You said, on the quieter side. It was so strange that he had just gone from fingering you and eating you out to acting like nothing even happened and asking if you were hungry.

“Chinese it is.” Sam closed the door and lead you into the living room while he started to call a local Chinese restaurant. Before he could start the call you stopped him.

“I can pay for it,” you offered and he shook his head.

“Let it be my treat, you had a shit day. I told you I wanted to make it better.” He smiled and put the phone up to his ear. His words replayed in your head and you clenched your thighs together at the thought of potentially hooking up with him later.

“Needy are we?” He spoke from behind you and you turned around to see him almost hovering over you. You didn’t even know what to say. You cross your legs and gulp.

“Patience is a virtue, darling.” He smirked and came and sat next to you before turning on the television.

“What if I don’t want to wait that long?” You raised a brow, trying to challenge him.

“Good girls get rewarded.” That was all he said before he stood up once more and made his way over to the kitchen.

“And if they aren’t good?” You question him. All he did was shrug. You didn’t know how to feel about this little game he was playing but it was driving you mad, sexually. You sighed and looked over the back of the couch. He poured some whisky into a glass and held the bottle up to offer you some after he realized you were looking at him. You nodded slightly and he poured you a glass, bringing them over. He sat down on the couch and handed you your glass and sat his hand on your thigh.

Sam's eyes were fixed on the tv while he took small sips from his drink and all you could do was stare at his side profile. You quickly chugged your drink, the bitter taste coating your lips and mouth. You could feel the heat fill your chest and you sat the glass down on the table. Sam looked at you with a confused look before you swung your legs over his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I want you. Now.” You commanded. Sam met your lips as he kissed you hungrily. He leaned forward and slid off his suit jacket, leaving his chest exposed. You placed your hands on his stomach, your fingers toying with the waistband of his suit pants. You breathed heavily through your nose, a quiet whimper escaping as Sam bit your bottom lip.

Sam flipped you over so your back was against the couch and he hovered over top of you, one of his knees slotted between your legs. He pinned your arms above you like he had done previously in the elevator and he bunched up your shirt in his free hand. He trailed kisses from your lips, down your neck, over the swell of your breasts, and across your stomach. He stopped at the waistband of your jeans and unbuttoned them again. He slowly unzipped the zipper, trying to toy with you in any way he could. He slipped his hand passed your jeans, his fingers just barely hovering over your center that was once again dripping with arousal. He put pressure down on your clit before he released from the kiss, looking at your pleasured expression.

“As I said, good girls get rewarded.” He drug his fingers through your arousal and brought his slick fingers to his lips. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and he removed his knee from in between your legs. You layed there, defeated and out of breath with your core throbbing. He answered the door and you heard the rustling of bags when he reappeared with the food. You weren’t even hungry anymore.

“Hungry?” That was all he asked before he started taking food out of the bags as if nothing had even happened. All you could do was stare at him in disbelief.

You weren’t even hungry anymore.

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[tuiyla]

What are some glee friendships you think could have potential but weren’t really explored, either in canon or as much in fic?

This question is RIGHT up my alley. I could go on about pretty much any seemingly random Glee friendship because I think almost none of them were explored to their full potential. For a show that supposedly has 'found family' as one of its core aspects, Glee really said "no friendships, just romance drama".

Since I have so many potential ones I'll just limit this to 5? And make a conscious effort not to make them all Santana ones lol. Really the thign about Glee is that I could even include ones like the Unholy Trinity here because god knows the writers didn't care at all about them, either.

Marley and Sam

Their sweet scene at the beginning of season 4 made me think they might go down the relationship route, you know, like they did with Bram instead of having them be friends. The existing cast needed more scenes with the newbies in general, how did they not think about that very basic rule of integration? Of course there was a degree of separation when the newbies basically just had scenes with other newbies.

Anyway, Marley and Sam could have been soo great together. Sam was the new kid with a difficult family situation once and he could relate to Marley's socioeconomic struggles like no one else. He has that big protective brother instinct anyway as well as history of standing up to bullies so him looking after Marley would have been so wholesome. They're just two nice people understanding each other and providing comfort. Headcanon that Marley would repay the favour when Sam was being insecure about school and his future and thought all he had going for himself was his body. Oh yeah, that's another point of relation, complicated relationships with their own bodies.

Puck and Santana

I wasn't sure which one of my Santana bro ships to include so I went with one that probably needs the most explanation. Look these were two people who, at one point, were very bad for each other because they just used on another and even enabled some bad tendencies. But I'd like to think that after the break it off for good and Santana's out, they can learn to grow with each other's help. There are some very juicy thematic parallels between them, such as people often assuming the worst of both Puck and Santana and the two, not knowing how to handle that, doubling down. Fine, I'm gonna be a bitch then. Fine, I am a Lima Loser.

They just need someone to believe they can do better. And I think it's great that Santana has Brittany, but for a while she's the only person she has. And the only one who really seems to understand Puck is Quinn? Which has its own baggage and again the implication that only a romantic interest could possibly be that person. Instead I'd like to have had scenes between them in late season 3, where they were both lost and maybe even after graduation. I understand why they stopped sharing scenes together and I'm even glad for it for Naya's sake, but separating it from irl drama I think Pucktana were such rich narrative parallels. I'd have wanted a proper Santofsky friendship for similar reasons.

Rachel and Kitty

Season 6 was short and had so much to get through as is, but I really enjoyed their interactions. From what I understand part of that was Lea and Becca bonding irl but regardless, they could have been great. Rachel really needed someone like Kitty to make her realize that the kids at McKinley mattered and she couldn't just use them as a way to restart her own career or stroke her own ego or whatever. And I love that it was Kitty, because it makes so much sense for her to be this "one who was left behind" and the one who carries so much hurt over that. Standing in opposition to Rachel, who struggled to make room for the other New Directions' emotions even when they were her peers this is perfect.

Kitty is the bridge between the season 4 and 6 newbies but she really also could have been Rachel's bridge between her own days and what mistakes she made back then, and trying to do better now. They would have been really fun, too, with a more humble but still dramatic af Rachel Berry and a character who is essentially a Quinntana love child. Based on the flashforward they kept in touch because Kitty was also watching Rachel’s Tony Awards speech so, there’s that.

Artie and Quinn

They had one episode and what a good dynamic it was. I really digged Quartie and I wish they didn’t just drop it like they did everythign else.The idea that this girl who was once on top of the high school social pyramid has gone through so much that she can now relate to the nerdy kid in a wheelchair is very compelling. After all, what is Glee if not a constant championing of the underdogs so at least have Quinn bond with actual underdogs when she falls from grace. Admittedly the Quinn car crash storyline was... A Choice and I think the two could have easily bonded even in season 1 but better late than never. And better one episode than nothing at all! We deserved more though and I’ve rarely seen this friendship be elaborated on even in fics.

Brittany and Blaine

Alright so I really wanted to include a Brittany one and I had a few different choices, ranging from Mercedes to Quinn and Rachel but I settled on Blaine. We saw a bit of them in season 4 and I liked that. I know the fandom dubbed them the Sunshine Twins and I think that’s cute, even if we didn’t get a lot from the two. I love how bewildered by Brittany Blaine is, like most people are but there’s something extra delightful about Blaine’s confusion. But at the same time I think she could really challenge him to relax a little and go with the flow, consider other perspectives. At the same time Blaine could ground her a little and bring her back to reality. Can you believe we supposedly had Bram dating in season 4 and Blam being besties but we never had these three as a trio? And the most Brittany and Blaine got was the election and sulking about Kurtana.

So even with just five that was long lol. What are some of yours? Please do share, and anyone else who sees this too. I love Glee friendships with all I am.

[rogues-r-we]

MY TOP THREE MOMENTS FROM EVERY CENTAURWORLD EPISODE

S1E1: Hello, Rainbow Road

1. all of rider's lullaby bcuz i love jessie mueller's voice

2. wammawink's introduction (not the title song, but when she first appears on screen)

3. the way horse says "if only i had it" in hello rainbow road

S1E2: Fragile Things

1. all of fragile things, i love the counterpoint of the two melodies

2. "hints of *sniff sniff* fig and *sniff sniff* yep. murder."

3. the harmonies on taurnado as well as the art for it

S1E3: The Key

1. Glendale snipping a little bit of Waterbaby's red (maroon? purple?) carpet

2. "and sometimes my facial features get kinda meltyyyyy"

3. frustration tears! its a whole vibe

S1E4: What You Need

1. Wammawink's tiny meme face

2. the tree shamans being snarky bitches

3. glendale stealing a tree child

S1E5: It's Hiding Time

1. Glendale with a boot on her head

2. wammawink fighting the beartaur while simultaneously being asleep

3. MORE LEA SALONGA AS THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN

S1E6: Holes: Part 2

1. our introduction to comfortable doug

2. "i traded. with gary." "what did you trade.....wait. did you trade me? AGAIN?"

3. judge jacket's song bcuz i love santigold's voice (i must listen to more of her)

S1E7: Johnny Teatime's Be Best Competition: A Quest For the Sash

1. the fact that this entire flonking episode is a parody of Cats (bcuz it is literally that) (i could assign each actual cat from cats a cattaur)

2. all of i don't know him bcuz its a BOP and splendib is wonderful (yes if he was in cats he'd be rum tum tugger)

3. "do you always talk at the same time?" "yes." "yes." "we do."

S1E8: Ride the Whaletaur Shaman!

1. Wammawink being into eggpregg

2. Horse being a realistic example of the suicidal thought process

3. Wammawink's fragile things reprise

S1E9: The Rift Part 1

1. the whaletaur shaman going down the steps

2. THE STORY OF COMFORTABLE DOUG

3. wammawink dealing with attachment issues bcuz same

S1E10: The Rift Part 2

1. rider and horse together!!!! it's jenna and dawn!!!!!

2. LEA SALONGA. SINGS A SONG. I LOVE LEA SALONGA. SO MUCH.

3. brian stokes mitchell my beloved, also nowhere king you absolute bitch (i don't hate him but i dont love him either)

S2E1: Horsatia Wighair Beansz?

1. "can we make s'mores?" "not that kind of fire"

2. "mmmmm boulder shoulders"

3. the look of the horsetaurs

S2E2: All Herd All the Terd

1. the fact that it's a parody of 2014-2016 tumblr fandom culture (which i can talk about, i was there, just on a different account)

2. "i am the nowhere king babababumbumbumbabababum and i have come to do jerky things babababumbumbumbabababum"

3. zulius and his stage manager persona

S2E3: My Tummy, Your Hurts

1. the puffintaurs talking like 1940s gangsters

2. durpledrop! it's fun!

3. all of glendale's talk and song

S2E4: Holes: Part 3

1. becky apples song!!!!!!!!!!

2. more underground centaur types!

3. holes swag. that's all.

S2E5: Bunch 'O Scrunch

1. gurple durpleton being voiced by eda from the owl house

2. whyyyy does wammawink have a helicopter

3. gebbrey my beloved

S2E6: The Ballad of Becky Apples

1. waterbaby's minotaur looking more like a stuffed animal

2. becky apples killing far too many minotaurs

3. rider being rider

S2E7: The Hootenanny

1. guskin the gophertaur, look at him gooo

2. i feel so bad for the mysterious woman

3. when they all come together being wonderful :3

S2E8: The Last Lullaby

1. all

2. of

3. it

[northern-passage]

hello!

is it possible to accidentally lock out the potential for a romance by being too much of a dick??? i love lea but i also love the ability to be super antagonistic and bitter and only Slowly getting better, and also my hunter was. kinda a bitch after the wraith fight bc yknow OUCH and needing to lash out, but im a lil worried that lea hates her now even though i know it's still really early. but i also love this kind of really messy antagonistic slowburn dynamic, i'd just wanna know if it's possible to fuck it up too badly this early on and not be able to romance him? (in my game lea is a he that is)

i apologize if this is a question you get a lot, im just worried about trying to dig too deep for an answer in your blog and risk spoilers haha

thank you in advance! i'm already super hooked on this game <333

so at the end of the chapter you'll get a chance to talk to lea one on one, and it's a pretty big scene variation wise (it's the one i'm working on now and it's taking a while) and it will essentially be the final chance to keep yourself from being locked out of the romance, if you've been particularly aggressive.

i'll put this under a break for light spoilers, i'll just explain the current paths that will lock you out but be as vague as possible...

so like i said there are a lot of different versions of this scene - right now though the only way to lock out of lea's romance (at this point) is in the two Most Hostile scenes.

if you go with lea in blackwater, the way you will get it is:

reject their partner offer -> choose the "fuck lea" option at the bakery, which will then lock you out of the flirts in the temple

you won't get to talk about the fight until after lord duncan's intro, and then you'll be presented with a few options of how you want to move forward...

you can tell them you want to talk later

[redacted] (you will not be locked out... yet... but you are at the breaking point)

tell them to fuck off (you WILL be locked out if you choose this option)

say nothing

i'm still writing this scene but this is the outline. as for other variations of the scene (the versions where you went with lea to blackwater), they will vary in hostility depending on your previous choices, but again you can only be locked out in the hostile version. even if you have lashed out a few times, the game otherwise is going to assume you have been making some kind of effort (even if it's flimsy)

if you did not go with lea in blackwater, this scene will be slightly different, and take this with a grain of salt because i haven't outlined this variation yet but to get the lock out choice here you:

fight with lea in camp about going to blackwater -> decline their partner offer -> you will then get a more aggressive choice along with the others, that will essentially be the same as the other lock out choice in the other scene: fuck you, lea

so basically avoid any future choices that have the hunter saying "fuck you, lea" lmfao

all of the ROs have their breaking points, and i'm trying to make it obvious for each of them. there is more than one for most of them, so there is still a chance later down the line you may end up on bad terms, but again i'm doing my best to differentiate them from the rival options and make those choices obnoxiously hostile and cruel.... 😈

[amatchinwater]

steo 32 for the drabble ask🙏👀

Thank you for the prompt!! Hope you like it :)

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“You shouldn’t be here,” Tracy seethes, preventing Stiles from walking into the operation theater.

Even if Stiles wasn’t here about to make a complete ass out of himself, he wouldn’t be prepared to take shit from the kanima. She’s the only one who knows the truth. The only one who knows why the fox is here. And she’s just being a bitch because she wants the Alpha to herself. Well, Tracy can fuck right off. Who gives a shit about sides, Stiles is going to make his case whether she likes it or not.

“Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t ask your opinion,” the fox shoulder checks her as he walks past. He finds the chimera in a large room near an empty, leather chair, flipping through a folder. “Theo-”

“Go back to Scott, Stiles,” the Alpha says, not even looking up from the papers in his hands.

“No,” he says, walking on shaky legs towards the chimera. As if Stiles would go back to the wolf after what happened between them. Too much bad blood. Add that to the night he and Theo spent after their talk in his jeep, Stiles is done for.

“I said, lea-”

“No,” Stiles repeats, getting in the Alpha’s space. The only way he knows for sure to get a reaction out of him.

With a growl, Theo tosses the folder on the table beside him and before Stiles knows it, the Alpha has a hand around his throat, slamming him into the wall. “Fine, tell me what you want.” His eyes flicker red, but he doesn’t smell angry. More like irritated for being talked back to.

“I need you,” his traitorous eyes water.

Theo scoffs, fingers around his pulse twitching, but not letting go. “Just run back to Scott.”

“You don’t understand,” Stiles whispers, “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

The hand around his throat falters, blue eyes widen as a smirk pulls at Theo’s lips, “terrified?” The fox only nods. “Of me?”

“Of losing you.”

“Then you won’t,” Theo says, leaning in to press their lips together in a firm kiss.

[prismatica-the-strange]

So remember when I had anxiety attack on Easter and didn't go to the family celebration? I felt really bad about not going because I wanted to spend the day with my grandmother.

Well, talking to my mom about it, my grandmother also had a bad anxiety attack, something she'd never had before, and stayed home. (Full on rant about my aunt the under cut)

Now she adores her grandkids and great grandkids and takes every opportunity to see them so the fact that she didn't go was just wild.

I guess my aunt took it personally, as well as my absence. As she should 😌 she's been a nightmare recently.

No one gives me anxiety attacks like her. It's like her not-so-secret talent. Then she says the most insensitive shit and tries to help me "get over" my anxiety. It's obvious she doesn't even know anything about anxiety or how it works, and she refuses to learn!

Anyways, a week later was my 2nd cousin's birthday and my family didn't go. That's a good thing! If we had gone, I would've been on one of my moms anxiety pill which takes away my brain mouth filter and the moment she started on my brother's eating habits (something she's taken it upon herself to 'fix') I would've told her off. And not nicely at that. And then I would've been the bad guy.

To be completely honest, I'm okay with that. Someone needs to tell her off, to remind her that she is not in charge of everyone. And I am fine with that person being me. But I don't want to ruin my someone's birthday or a family holiday. (I'm already the family disappointment I don't wanna be the one that ruined little Reagan's 3rd birthday too)

I just don't know how much more of her shit I can take, and I'm afraid the next time she starts something when I'm around I'll fucking snap 😔

She's spent so much time trying to make me be like her kids, to be "normal"

Through most of elementary school to now I didn't like wearing jeans, I'm short and thick and I have a hard time finding ones that fit right/comfortably. So I wear leggings. She doesn't like that.

I also used to hate wearing sneakers, I always found them uncomfortable, so I wore crocs and sandals. She didn't like that.

So she would always bring me on shopping trips and make me try on uncomfortable clothes and shoes. And at some point I just got so sick of her bitching I let her buy me whatever just to shut her the hell up.

And she constantly acts like she was doing me a favor! As if my mother refused to buy me normal clothes. Like my she wasn't just letting me be comfortable in my own skin by letting me express myself.

My brother and I have adhd. She always looked at me like I was crazy and roll her eyes when I stayed over with my baggie of daily meds. As if my medication was the problem. Mom mom used to say if I was her sister's kid I never would've been medicated for that or my depression.

As for my brother, his meds make it so he isn't hungry during the day, he'salso extremely picky. My aunt recently found this out and, as mentioned before, she's taken it upon herself to "fix" that.

It's like she can't comprehend that we're not her kids. That we're not hers to "fix" just because we're not like her kids.

And the condescending tone and way she looks at me. Like I'm the most incompetent person she's ever met. Just cause all her kids went to college and moved out at 18 and I'm still living with my parents at nearly 22. As if I'm not already under pressure by my parents and society to do that. As if I'm not constantly dealing with my mental and physical illness.

Not to mention she's a vocal Trump supporter irl and on social media. There's a reason I avoid he Facebook like the plague.

Ugh idk I just need her to stop being such a bitch so we can all enjoy holidays and gatherings again 😔

And yes I am the gay cousin, but I strongly suspect that my cousin is bi, too. You don't just "pretend to be gay" with your best friend for a year in high school, kissing each other, (and very intimate holding and such) in front of people without it being at least a little real.

[dramaqueeenamby]

Waves: The Read

A/N: I am a shady bitch, and I regret nothing.  Also, if ya’ll remember, Mercedes is Summer’s publicist/manager. I mentioned that in a few waves, so don’t get confused, friends!

Warnings: None. 

Word Count: 2K

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"How many solos has my sister had?"

The room grew quiet, all eyes on the speaker. They’d just finished a number, or rather, Finn and Rachel had just finished a number. The rest of the students served more as props than singers. Ad-libs only constituted so much.

Mr. Schue’s smile dimmed. Slightly. "W—what?"

Alexus shrugged, motioning around the room. "Or any of the kids whose names aren’t Flipper or Rachel?"

"It’s Finn."

"I don’t care," she dismissed, eyes still on the instructor. "I’ve been here a whole week, and not once have I seen someone other than Cher and Sonny score solos."

Mr. Schue scoffed, crossing his arms. "Now, hold on a second, I treat all my students fairly. Any student is allowed to audition for a solo—"

"And how many who have auditioned actually received one, other than your prized pupils?"

Mercedes stood up. "Alexus—"

"No." Alexus lifted her hand and looked over at her sister. "This isn’t right, and you’re too kind and understanding to say anything, so I will."

"You’re out of line, Alexus."

She laughed, looking back at him. "Out of line? I’m not one of your little students, and you’re not going to shut me down like you do them. I’m going to say what I want and need to say, and then I’ll leave, but you’re going to catch this read, first."

"And, cut!"

Summer broke from character and offered Matthew a fake smile before turning away and catching Amber’s gaze. They shared an unspoken exchange, one that caused Amber to laugh after Summer rolled her eyes.

Summer didn’t know why she was so weary about accepting this role. Only 10% of it was acting, the rest was her actually reading the problematic cast members, which was all but a handful. But, to fulfill her petty side and get paid?

It was a double win.

Summer noticed Ryan was speaking with Lea, which ignited another eye roll. She was the guest star, not that Barbara Streisand wannabe. Still, Summer counted her blessings, because she could only take Ryan in small doses. He wasn’t as bad as his prized actress, but it was the fact that he allowed her to treat everyone like shit that made her think less of him.

Perhaps she was spoiled in the sense that every other director she’d had the privilege of working for would never tolerate such behavior. She had to accept that Hollywood was a game, and the rules changed constantly.

"Someone was having fun," Mercedes, Summer’s assistant chimed, coming to walk beside her.

Summer feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Mercedes smirked. "Yeah, right. You weren’t acting. You were giving them all a piece of your mind."

Summer retained her smile as they reached her trailer, Summer opening the door so Mercedes could enter first. "Are you trying to insinuate that I was using my job to tell these people how I really feel?"

"I surely was."

As soon as the door closed, Summer confessed. "You know me so well."

The two laughed. "Girl, you know Lea is probably complaining to Ryan right now."

Summer sucked her teeth. "You know she is." Walking over to the kitchenette area, she turned on the Keruig and opened the drawer to select a pod. Her hand ghosted between the caramel and the dark magic, before she settled for caramel. "That black bitch—"

Mercedes snickered. "You sound just like her."

Summer frowned as she insert the pod and selected 8oz. "God, you’re right. I have to have to get out of here."

Smiling, Mercedes swiped down to refresh her emails. "Hey, look at it this way, you keep up this level of performance, and you’re a shoe-in for that Primetime Emmy.

The idea of adding another award to her resume was more than enough to keep Summer focused and dedicated. As a dark skinned black woman, she had to work ten times harder just to remain 20 steps behind. Anything she could do to push herself, she cherished.

Summer added creamer and sugar to her coffee, blowing before taking a sip. "After this, I need a quick break."

Mercedes hummed. "Umm, about that—"

"No."

"Summer—"

"No, Cedes, I’ve been working back to back since I scored 4AM, I think I’ve earned a little vacation time."

"I don’t disagree." Mercedes raised her hands in surrender.

"Thank you," Summer nodded, taking another sip of her coffee.

"But—"

"Here you go."

"I’m just saying, I’m hearing rumors about a potential role that’s gonna start casting in a couple of months."

Summer rolled her eyes and brought the mug to her mouth. "And?"

"And." Mercedes also rolled her eyes. "It’d be perfect for you."

"Mmmhmm."

"Summer," Mercedes lowered her voice. "It’s Storm."

Summer narrowed her eyes. "Storm?" Mercedes nodded. "You don’t mean—"

"X-Men Storm? I surely do."

Summer gasped and covered her mouth. "Bitch!"

"I know!" Mercedes giggled, shushing her client. "So do you see why I want you to keep your options open?"

Summer downed the remainder of her coffee and washed her mug in the sink all the while still stuck on the information she’d been told. "Do you really think I could be Storm?"

"Summer, please, you won an Oscar for your first Hollywood role. You’re a shoe-in."

"What about Shipp?"

"Shipp can skip her ass off somewhere."

The two women laughed when a knock on the trailer door prompted Summer to walk over, opening and smiling when she saw Amber. "Hey girl, come on in."

"I wish." Amber rolled her eyes. "Lea’s ready to start filming again. I mean, Ryan is ready to start filming again."

"You’ve got to be kidding me." Summer checked the watch on her wrist. "It hasn’t even been twenty minutes."

Amber sighed. "You know the saying. She says jump. We say—"

"Trip, bitch."

Amber laughed, as Summer looked back at Mercedes, pointing a finger. "This conversation isn’t over."

Mercedes winked at Summer, the two actresses sauntering back onto set.

Summer wondered if Lea had been listening outside her trailer, because it seemed as if Ms. Michele was purposely antagonizing Summer. Any scenes they had together, Lea would abruptly call cut and give Summer "pointers," all the while Ryan sat in his chair and said nothing.

Summer, forever the professional, managed to keep her composure, but there was only so much she could take.

Finally, when it came time for Summer to film her final scene, she saw an opportunity.

"Alright, and action!"

"I just want you to know that despite your distasteful behavior toward me, I hold no animosity and hope that one day you can release your unwarranted rage, and we can be cordial once I’m on Broadway."

Alexus turned to Rachel and tilted her head, crossing her arms. "I don’t like you. Never have, never will."

Rachel’s smile faltered. "Well, I-I’m sorry you feel that way, but--."

"Let me explain something to you, Berry. This is Lima, Ohio. The biggest thing we have going for us here is Breadstix, a restaurant chain that’s been on it’s last leg since that lawsuit filed by the kid who got two breadsticks stuck up her nostrils."

"I’m much better now."

Alexus ignored Britany and continued. "So, I’ll give you this, this small town notoriety and fame, because I know and you know, that once you actually make it out into the real world, reality is going to slap you so hard, you won’t need to have a nose job."

"Alexus—"

"Your stardom is limited to this pathetic town and its almost entirely pathetic population. And don’t get me wrong, you’re very good at manipulating and controlling individuals, because you can. For now. But, let’s be real, your voice isn’t anything I haven’t heard coming from street singers in NYC. Face it, you don’t have the talent nor the looks to make it into this big star you think you’re going to be. NYADA?" Alexus laughed. "Maybe you’ll make it, I doubt it, and even if you do, once you realize how utterly mediocre your narcissistic ass truly is compared to real talent, you’ll come crying back to Lima and spend the rest of your life working nights at Breadstix while watching reruns of Funny Girl on a goodwill VHS player." A beat. "Now, how’s that for raining on your parade?"

"And, cut!"

——

PRESENT TIME

"Christopher, stop!" Summer laughed as Chris came from behind and lifted her up against his solid frame. "I’m trying to do my makeup."

"You don’t need it," he murmured into her neck. "It’s going to end up all over the pillows anyw—"

"Sir!"

"Autumn."

"Would you please leave me alone?" Summer managed to wiggle herself free from her husband, flipping him off when he slapped her ass. "I am a human being."

"Allegedly."

"Alleged—lemme stop before I end up going to jail." She leaned over and examined her skin, feeling for the tackiness to see if her primer had settled. "This is why I can never do my makeup right. If it’s not him, it’s the twins."

We wanna see the babies!

I don’t get it. Why is she always so mean to him???

^^^^You must be new around here…

What makeup do you use?

Summer caught the last comment and grabbed her foundation and concealer, flashing them on the camera. "You know I have to support my girl, Ri. It’s Fenty Beauty all day everyday over here, ya’ll."

More comments came rolling in, Summer partially paying attention while she tried to do her makeup. Chris was taking her out on a date, the first they’d been on since the birth of the twins.

Summer was actually excited. She was in much need of alone time with her husband.

She grabbed the Snap shadow and blending brush when she noticed majority of the comments kept mentioning Lea Michele.

She didn’t even attempt to hide her distaste. "Why are ya’ll asking me about that girl? Did something happen?" Different stories were coming in prompting Summer to do her own research. "Baby, can I see your phone?"

Without hesitation, Christopher jogged into the bathroom, grabbing onto Summer’s hips while she typed Lea’s name into google.

Five minutes into reading, Summer slammed his phone onto the counter.

"Finally!"

"You’re paying for that," Chris muttered, grabbing his phone, thankful that it wasn’t cracked.

"Sorry, baby." She leaned up and kissed his cheek before looking into her phone. "Ya’ll, okay, most of you should remember I played Mercedes sister, Alexus, on Glee, right?" A wave of "yes" rolled in. "So, I’ve worked with the bitch, and I am not exaggerating when I say bitch. That heifer is literally the worst person I have ever had the displeasure of working with."

Summer pushed Christopher out the bathroom, in case her adding onto the Lea Michele drag train somehow ended up bad. "Now, I’d heard she was a nightmare, but I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt."

"But, literally the first time I walked onto set and introduced myself to her, she looked me up and down, turned up her nose, and walked away." Summer clapped and covered her mouth. "It took everything in me not to call her ass out, but it was my first day, and I didn’t want to cause a scene."

"Obviously, I was a recurring star on the show so I would make appearances throughout the series, and each time I was there, she treated me, and everyone around her, like trash."

"Okay, but here’s the real tea, you know that read Alexus gave Rachel in season 3? That wasn’t in the script." Summer laughed at the comments. Her fans were freaking out. "My line ended when I told her I didn’t like her or something, but it was my last day of filming, and I’d literally had enough of her."

Even more comments came rolling in of laughing, frog, and tea emojis. Summer sucked her teeth and placed her hand on her hip. "Ya’ll, her white ass thought she was gone’ be a thirty something Maria from West Side Story on broadway." A beat. "Somebody had to let her know!"

[angelmichelangelo]

i’m about five years too late and nobody asked for this except me and i need to just get this out of my brain because it’s 2am so here’s a list of things i wish happened on glee that didn’t HERE WE GO:

- new directions being actual teenagers. just them hanging out. going to group sleepovers. giant study sessions (because school exists in this universe?) like remember in tpp when they were eating lunch together ? that’s what i wanted MORE of. just them being actual friends. a sleepover episode is all i wanted imagine all the abba songs we could have gained from that episode

- a halloween themed episode. the closest to this that we got was the ‘thriller/heads will roll’ mashup which YES was iconic but im greedy and it’s not enough. my idea for a halloween episode is that the gang gets trapped inside the school after staying behind to idk rehearse? or something? and then things get progressively worse as they start to go a little mad, thinking the school is haunted and they split up into pairs trying to find an escape and they think they’re seeing ghosts/someone lurking around the school and they’re getting real spooked but it turns out it’s just sue fucking with them lmao

- kurt and finn being brothers. THE POTENTIAL WAS THERE and sadly after furt we are left with crumbs. why ?? WHY?? little moments like finn saying that he’s driving back home with kurt or them saying they can’t do something because they have a family thing would have been good enough. more scenes of them hanging out in their home with their parents would have been *chefs kiss* but alas. it never happened because glee writers are bastards

- based off my last point: sam actually living at the hudson-hummel house because he actually did live there? but nothing is ever said like what’s the dynamic there why weren’t kurt and sam and finn close if they all lived together for what? like a year? was sam living in the mf shed? did he ever get close to carole and burt?? where tf did he live when everyone went off to college did he just stay in their house lol who knows not me LMAO

- blaine dealing with his trauma ? mental health was never dealt with very well on this show. emma’s ocd was just ignored after she got married or whatever and blaine mentioned his trauma once and then it was ignored until it was mentioned in passing a few seasons later and even he just brushed it off and it was never brought up again like wtf. i have no idea how they wrote a whole episode about hate crime in bash and they never once thought to have blaine and kurt have a single conversation together, let alone a conversation about how they’d both been victims of a hate crime. AND THE ONLY TIME BLAINE DOES MENTION IT IS IN TESTED WHERE ITS JUST USED AS A REASON FOR THEM TO FIGHT AAAAAAAA no wait im calm it’s okay. i just would have liked to have seen kurt and blaine have an emotional moment together in that episode that didn’t include blaine singing and kurt being knocked tf out. just sayin.

- kurt dealing with HIS trauma !! again, glee gets bad points for talking about mental health and it just is crazy that they had so much potential with kurt, ie: depression, anxiety, ocd (kinda?) his bullying, being literally assaulted (i see u ryan murphy taking that whole plot line so loosely mmhm) and then shoehorning in the fact that he was suicidal AT THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE when they had a whole episode about suicide and they could have mentioned it at any time but ofc they didn’t because the writers just wanted to shove in as much as they could in the flashback episode AYE AYE AYE the potential!!!! oof.

- literally just more tina. jenna ushkowitz is a fantastic actor/singer/preformer and she was criminally underused. i like the episode props because of two reasons: one. everyone switching characters was amazing. and two. some actual tina scenes. even if she.. technically was rachel but also herself or something? either way. i digress

- this is just in general but MORE ABBA AND ALSO THE CARPENTERS and also some sound of music songs would have worked GREAT but they already had like a million songs and as the show progressed they veered away from old songs and more towards popular songs at the time to help chart numbers blah blah blah whatever it’s cool. but also how did they only do a few abba songs that is criminal

- a more fleshed out ending that wasn’t so rushed. like rachel won a tony and everyone else is just? there? why is sam at mr shue’s house ??? how did artie get up the stairs? did quinn graduate from yale? and where tf was kurt and blaine’s child during ‘i lived’ because burt and carole are vibing in the audience and rachel isn’t pregnant so like? is the baby just?? alone somewhere in the wings?! lmao where are u bby girl!! but once again i know they didn’t have the time to do it so idk it’s fine what they did it just sucks we didn’t get more! but again. fanfic exists so yah im all good

- more of blaine’s mum. or mom, in this case i guess. why cast gina gershon and then give her ONE line like ? ik there was a whole deleted script that explained why she was there but i love that up until that point blaine seemed like he genuinely murdered his parents, lived in their big house all alone and when people got suspicious he just told them that they were “out of town” :) either way pam is great i love her and i wish she had more to do in the one episode she was ever in. not even a moment with blaine?? wasted.

- more of cooper anderson, matt boomer is so fucking funny everytime i think of the emotion tornado i bust a lung laughing like it’s so fucking stupid but oh my good i love it. (and if you haven’t watched the special feature of cooper’s transformers audition tape please please watch it because it’s just so funny.) ik he was just a special guest but i wish they got him back for at least the wedding ep but guess my mans was just busy. boo ;(

- going back a couple of points, i wish they’d done a whole episode like props. every actor here just shines when they’re impersonating each other. finn and puck as kurt and blaine is beautiful and quinn and sugar is incredible. also idk why they refused kevin the right to wear the cheerios skirt; they could have put a little more effort into some characters but that’s glee for ya lmao but yeah. a whole episode like that would have been so much fun

- they should have let chris colfer write more episodes. purely for the fact that he wrote with his own bare hands the whole scene where lea michelle’s character gets dragged down a road by dogs. this guy. it’s a shame he only got to write one since he actually did a really good job! i would have loved to have seen what other episode ideas he had :)

- glee in the summer! obviously it only was centred around the school year but after season 3 who honestly gave a shit about the glee club and mckinley lmao i wanna see them in SHORT SHORTS and POOL PARTIES but nope we just got september - june so like rip all my hopes and dreams

- WHAT HAPPENED TO DALTON? bitch just burst into flames ?? and for WHAT?? oh yeah plot convenience smh this is so sad i wish they’d either written something better than “we need the warblers to team up with new directions so uhhh the school burnt down” like. it’s a private school. if the school is gone and they’re just staying at mckinley what are the parents paying for? they’re just cool with sending their kids off to public school now? every adult in this universe has been murdered by these kids, haven’t they? they’re just doing whatever they want jfc

- a wedding was a good episode. ish. and yknow, huge kudos to them because gay marriage wasn’t legal in the us at the time so im less harsh on the fact that they definitely threw up the rainbow flags and made it less about the characters getting married and more so “we have gay characters and look they’re getting married what a concept” but i do wish we could have gotten some more married!klaine since they don’t really have much to do after this understandably but a little moment alone together after the wedding would have been nice :) IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE IM TELLING YOU

- get rid of the hummelberry friendship and send mercedes to new york instead. i have nothing else to add to this other than the fact that i mourn the fact that kurt and mercedes went from bffs to just. school mates. this is tragic this is traaaaagic !! and all for more of the rachel berry show smh

- every day i wonder what was going through carmen tibideaux mind when she watched the kurt hummel preform not the boy next door and was like :) and then watched rachel berry have a breakdown on stage and then proceeded to give rachel the spot at nyada and kurt gets payed literal dust. and THEN she had the nerve to tell him it was because his performance had no heart. AND HOW DID ADAM GET IN THIS BABY GOT BACK MOTHERFUCKER?! nyada is a circus school oh my god !!!!! kurt deserved better im telling yall he deserved so much better

there’s so much more i could rant about but im going insane im so tired and i need psychological help after watching glee so im gonna leave it here and say peace out homies it’s been fun but i need to sleep so bad

[whatiwillsay]

hey! i love your blog and i've read the swiftgron masterpost. i'm kinda wondering what songs (you're pretty sure) are about dianna?

(also i think wanegbt is abt di but it's more of taylor poking fun of her and di's on/off rs rather than a "shady" breakup song. i kind of see some parallels between wanegbt and ayhtdws)

oh yessss last time i got this question it ripped the fandom asunder (kidding but you know people disagree w me)

ok let’s start with Red

SINCE I CLEARLY PROVED AND ESTABLISHED THAT SWIFTGRON WAS NOT ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED UNTIL SPRING OF 2012 BECAUSE BOTH LADIES SEEM TO BE INVOLVED WITH OTHER WOMEN UP UNTIL THAT POINT CLICK HERE FOR PROOF OF ALL OF THAT

it’s fair to say none of the breakup songs are about Dianna

state of grace mentions four blue eyes, a fire sign, and is a breakup song so not dianna

red = breakup song = not dianna

we know IKYWT was not about her because breakup song

taylor said treacherous was about the same person as IKYWT so we cannot claim that song (SADLY I WISH WE COULD IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL) All Too Well = written long before dianna was on the scene and a breakup song so not Dianna

22 = well her damn name is in the liner notes so this is the first song we can canonically claim for swiftgron nation yasssss

I almost do = break up = nope

we are never ever getting back together - this one i waver on.  the indie record line is dianna to a T and it is very light-hearted and almost satirical song.  i think it’s possible it was born out of silly tiff the two had, but one issue with claiming this for swiftgron nation is when taylor wrote the song in June the girls had not been separated for an entire month so the “we hadn’t seen each other in a month when you said you needed space line” would be sort of “inaccurate” (ofc it’s music/poetry so you know taylor could easily fudge that detail/use hyperbole in a song but still now that i know the timeline as well as i do i have to note that) - dianna did tweet about that song so perhaps she was claiming it, perhaps she was just celebrating her girl - i’m undecided here y’all tell me who it’s about

 stay stay stay = i’ve heard it was written in 2010 but never seen a receipt.  if it wasn’t then i would claim it. y’all tell me.

the last time = breakup song written just as swiftgron was happily ramping up in spring 2012 = not dianna

holy ground = breakup/reflective song written before swiftgron was together = not dianna (YES i KNOW about the note on the door with the joke they made but i think that’s a coincidence - the song was written before that party)

sad beautiful tragic = nope break up so not dianna

the lucky one = written either right before or right after they got together, supposed to be about joni Mitchell right?  posssssibly inspired a bit by dianna’s experience in Hollywood? but i don’t think so.  this was before she was written out of glee.

everything has changed = YEP swiftgron love ANTHEM.  (i think it was originally written for liz with her Gemini status and green eyes but taylor flipped the lyrics and dianna tweeted that bitch the day red came out it’s HERS)

starlight = about the Kennedys but maybe a hint of the swiftgron early love story hidden in there begin again = swiftgron love anthem!!!  come back... be here = swiftgron love anthem!

the moment i knew = no

girl at home = no

now for 1989

welcome to ny = not dianna but it’s a skip anyway so who cares? it’s a friendship song about appreciating the city and maybe hints of karlie

blank space = nope satirical reflective song

style = yes cam’s fav thankfully is a swiftgron anthem!!! 

out of the woods = i used to think was a song ab bearding with harry but just last night while recording a pod ep i decided no it’s a swiftgron song! listen to it today click here

all you had to do was stay = yep and tbh (aside from babe) that’s as bad as it gets for our girl i personally think.  taylor has dropped some absolute DISS TRACKS about exes and people she has beef with but dianna never got put on blast compared to mad woman, should've said no, dear john, among others

shake it off = nope and skip

i wish you would = yep about dianna driving by her house after they were broken up in fall of 2013

bad blood = i kind of do think this is about katy perry but it’s not about a business dispute idk i don’t know how to exactly explain but it’s a vibe

wildest dreams = song about karlie that she wrote through the lens of just having had a rough breakup with dianna “i can see it ends as it begins” she’s nervous at the start because she’s scared kaylor will end the same way, but in general it’s about karlie tho the hint of a swiftgron breakup is in the air

how you get the girl = yep about dianna (supposedly proposing tho tbh i don’t know if i believe that)

this love = yep about her and dianna reuniting in fall 2012 i know places = so i know supposedly kimby kloss liked a tweet that said it was about karlie (haven’t seen the receipt but whatever) but kaylors gotta pick blue or green eyes.  dianna has green eyes.  taylor starts singing about blue eyes when she gets with karlie, and also taylor writes the line “we are the foxes” i believe she had already written that line or had it planned out when she wore that stupid fox sweater when she was out with harry in nyc because she was planning on people tying that lyric back to that day and tie the song to harry because she’s insane like that:

so if she had already written the line at the time of this hangout the song is about dianna (or you know...harry if you’re into that but if you are why are you on this blog bye)

clean = yes swiftgron breakup anthem

wonderland = i think about kellie pickler

you are in love = about karlie but early drafts supposedly contained the lyric you were in love so maybe originally about looking back on her relationship with dianna but taylor firmly gave it to karlie with that Instagram post

new romantics = just about friends and fun and should have replaced welcome to ny

OTHERS:

babe obviously

and i think you can make differing strengths of arguments for other post 1989 songs but none i would lose sleep over someone telling me it wasn’t dianna

so it goes..., death by a thousand cuts, and the 1 are the ones i think there are the strongest arguments for

also i think lea michele’s songs battlefield and on my way are about her but who asked

also thank you for loving my blog this blog loves you back!

also to be clear i don’t know for sure who any songs are actually about let me make it clear that this is just my best guess and opinion

also the thing ab wonderland being about kellie pickler was a joke it’s obviously the loudest most obnoxious swiftgron song in existence

[jimlingss]

The Colour of Our Voices [9]

Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

➜ Words: 3.3k

➜ Genres: 98% Fluff, 2% Angst, Slice of Life, Broadway!AU

➜ Summary: He wasn’t supposed to hear. He wasn't supposed to know. But the instant Jimin came into your life and pulled the curtains back, you couldn't hide backstage anymore. You were no longer merely a phantom of the opera.

➜ Warning: Intoxication. 

cr.

The phone rings.   It wakes you, deafeningly loud. It shakes you in the middle of your slumber. Usually, you’re the one dialing, but you don’t dwell. With one eye open, you grab your phone off the nightstand.   “Hello?”   “Hello?”    The voice on the other line is unmistakable. “Hi, is this Ms. Y/N?”   “Yes, it is.” You clear your throat, trying to rid of the grogginess. “How may I help you?”   “I’m the casting director for the original production of When Summer Meets Winter here in New York. We were wondering if you were still interested and willing to set up a convenient date to meet and audition for a main role.”   “W-what?” You sit up, hauling the rest of your limbs that are still asleep. Your mouth opens and closes, brows furrowing, wondering if this is a dream. “I mean….I would love to!”   “Great, I look forward to meeting you soon.”   “I just—” You rub your swollen eyes, utterly confused. The opportunity fell straight into your lap out of nowhere. “I didn’t even put in an application. I didn’t sign up, so I’m just wondering how you got in touch with me….”   It’s not possible that the director would actually give you a referral. But why would someone reach out to you like this? It’s never happened before. It’s never happened to anyone before. No one like you without any fame or recognition.   “Well, aren’t you the voice of Erik, the Phantom in Phantom of the Opera?”   The line goes silent. Your mind is reeling.   “Pardon?”   //   “The Phantom of the Opera production proved to be a lackluster performance and has an even more uninspired director—” Seokjin looks away from his phone, jaw dropped to the ground. He’s offended to no end. “Lackluster?! Lackluster?! She complimented me! What the hell is this?!”   Taeyeon takes away the phone from his hand and continues to read for herself.   Her eyes skim along the blog post to pick up where he stopped. “The casting was severely shortsighted and purely on appearance alone without consideration for talent. They were unable to cast a sufficient troupe and failed to see that it is talent that makes audiences stay.”   “Oh my god. This is ridiculous!” Seokjin slaps his palm against his forehead, turning around in complete disbelief. He is stunned to silence.   “Now I am able to understand how one of the most popular musicals known to the mainstream could do so poorly in Broadway theater here in New York. But the production...doesn’t go without surprises.” Taeyeon pauses and everyone around is on the edge of their seats, breaths held in their throat. She inhales and continues to read, articulating carefully. “The only redeeming quality of the production was the wonderful and rather charming singing. But all the credit is not due to the dull actors or stale taste of the director. It is credited to the ghost singer, Y/N…”   Heads turn. Eyes pinpoint to you.   You hold the spotlight that’s coloured red — painting you into a demon that’s crawled from out of hell, someone worthy of their hatred and disgust. This is the attention you never desired.   They regard you with spite, animosity, malice.   Director Kang swipes the phone out of Taeyeon’s grasp. He looks at it and continues reading silently. A muscle in his cheek twitches. There’s murmuring amongst the crowd. He swallows hard and decides to repeat it out loud, as if to let the simmering anger purposely over-boil.   “The real singer of Phantom is disguised as an innocent intern who sweeps the floor and does coffee runs. It was revealed to me after the show while I was still recovering from the physical torture of being seated in such a corny performance. Y/N approached me out on the street when I was caught unaware. While I was unable to make further contact with the ghost singer afterwards, the claim was indeed confirmed by inside sources I was able to obtain.”   All of it is exposed — how Seokjin has a speaker within his clothes, how the pitch is turned down, how you’re the one behind the curtain.   The secret is out. It’s been revealed to the world.   The curtain’s been pulled while you’re in the middle of a lyric, and now you’re suddenly center stage with the red spotlight and the faceless audience watching.   Director Kang scrolls to the end of the critic’s article. His voice is quiet, a murmur, slow to read like he wants everyone to hear. He wants you to hear.   “I found myself constantly wondering when it would be over. Ultimately, even the tender singing of the ghost singer could not make up for the empty performance. However, it is spectacular how they could turn such a beloved, well known musical into a boring travesty. I would recommend it to anyone who would like an inauthentic experience and who suffers from insomnia as it would certainly put them to sleep…”   The director suddenly slaps the phone to Seokjin’s chest.   The actor winces and takes it back. You flinch as well.   The pointed glare is narrowed in on you. His jaw is clenched, teeth gritted.   It’s a mistake — you can fix this. You didn’t mean what you said. It came out when you were furious and not thinking. Maybe you can go see Min Yoonji, tell her it was all a misunderstanding and she’ll take down the blog post!   Yet, you can’t utter these things. You can’t beg your way out of it.   It was chaos when you came, people staring, murmuring. It’s been spread everywhere already, not just contained within this production. Everyone knows now — the entire community of Broadway.   You’ve single-handedly ruined this production with your recklessness. You’ve illegitimized their production, and with the anger in their stares, you know you’ve destroyed their livelihood.   You’ve wrecked it all.   But there’s no noise of the destruction. There is deafening silence in the studio.   “Clean out your stuff.”   “Director—”   “Enough. Get out.” He points to the door. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”   It’s the worst. There’s no yelling, screaming. He doesn’t even throw a chair like he once did to an actor with a supporting role who failed to show up during dress rehearsal. There’s nothing.   You’ve always envisioned yourself leaving this job with a role in hand, having a secure future, knowing you’d make it on Broadway like they did. You’d be able to walk with your head held up high. You’d hear people’s reluctant praises, grumbling about how you actually did it. The director would nod his head in approval. Seokjin and Taeyeon would offer a small smile.   It was your dream — what you imagined on hard days. It’s what Jimin had accomplished.   But the reality is that you’re cleaning out your belongings while crying. You empty the locker you were once so excited to have. There’s no acknowledgment, no pitiful stares or goodbyes of the people you’ve worked with for the past year.   Twelve months. Three hundred sixty five days. Eight thousand sixty hours. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Thirty-one million five hundred forty thousand seconds.   It was the job that you hated. The one that you loved. The one you were so happy to get.   You’re fired just like that, gripping your cardboard box, absolutely humiliated.   Even as you leave the studio, up the stairs and into the lobby, you can hear the whispers. You can feel people’s eyes following your backside.    In the snap of a finger, the span of one morning, you are fired.   //   The rosette wine tastes disgusting.   It sits heavy on your tongue, bitter on your lips and dries out your mouth to the back of your throat. It’s a taste you have yet to acquire, but maybe you’ll find at the bottom of the bottle.    You grip the neck, taking another swig. It’s a disgusting mouthful as if you’re downing mouthwash after making out with a stranger at a club and you’re still able to feel their bad breath on your own. But instead of making those reckless decisions in an attempt to find instant gratification, you’re sitting on the floor of your bathroom in the dark.   It’s comforting. You can’t see anything. Hopefully, if you drink enough, you won’t feel anything either.   “Bitch, who do you think you are?” you ask yourself, and respond to yourself. It’s a one woman show. A one way conversation. “You’re talentless, poor, and now jobless. Congratulations to a new low.”   You toast yourself with another swig.   This wine is probably the last thing you’ll buy in a while. It’s your final purchase, one you shouldn’t have gotten, but that you desperately needed. What you have saved isn’t even enough to pay the rent at the end of this month.   You should go home.    “Home? Fuck.” The back of your head hits against the wall and you sigh. “They don’t want me there.”   But if you don’t go home, what are you supposed to do here?   Oh yeah...you have that one audition. They called you this morning.   But they don’t want you for you. You didn’t earn it through merit. It’s because you’re popular news, a scandal they can capitalize on and use as a method of publicity. You didn’t get it because of your own talent or skill.    You start sniffling. “Oh shit…”   Quickly, you take another drink before you can burst into tears. You swallow past the thick lump forming in your throat, letting your eyes sting. You won’t cry — you already did enough of that earlier.   You don’t want something like that. To go to an audition where they won’t take you seriously, where their sole purpose is to satisfy their own curiosity. Where you’re Y/N, the ghost singer. Not Y/N, the aspiring actress.   Fuck — you take another sip — you have no job, no real auditions, no work. If you stay, you’ll have to give up on Broadway. Maybe you’d find work elsewhere, at some company, an office job at a cubicle. It doesn’t sound so bad halfway through the rosette.   A nine to five job would be stable. You’d hate it. But at least you’d have some income.   You take another drink with a sigh, and another, and another. Until you come up empty. Until the bitter liquid doesn’t meet your lips anymore. You tip the bottle over your lap with a giggle, and when nothing is spilled, you realize that it’s all finished. Perhaps you could go to the convenience store and find something else to drink…..   But your train of thought is suddenly interrupted.   It’s perfect timing.   You can hear the sound of water running between the walls of your apartment, trickling down the pipes in steady streams. But the noise is joined with someone’s muffled voice. It’s faint, but audible, a sweet tone leaking past the walls.   Jimin’s singing in the shower.   His bathroom is placed right next to yours, both a coincidence and a rather big invasion of privacy. The wall between your apartment seems to be especially thin here too despite it being a place where pipes should run. But it’s echoing, his singing melody quiet, though still discernible.   “In my life, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun. And my life seems to stop as if something is over and something has scarcely begun.”   You gather your knees together, listening carefully. It’s nice. But Jimin’s voice has always been pleasant to the ears.   “In my life. There is someone who touches my life. Waiting near.”   “Waiting here…” you finish singing the phrase, closing your eyes to savour the melody.   “A heart full of love. A heart full of song.” You murmur after him, a duet that he’s unaware of. “I'm doing everything all wrong…”   You hate that you hate him. You hate that it turned out this way. You hate yourself for hating Jimin.   And with that hatred, you find the strength to get on your feet again, stumbling upwards.   He once came pounding at your door when he heard your voice. Now it’s you who’s coming after hearing his voice. It’s close to midnight, but you knock on Jimin’s door like a crazed man.   “Jimin! Jimin, come out!” You drum against the surface of his door with your closed fist. You miss him. You miss him so much that it hurts. “Right now!”   Jimin opens the door and finds you staring at him.   “Y/N?”   You reach over to hug him, wasting no time to envelop his torso in a tight embrace. Your arms wrap around his body, uncaring that the dark strands of his hair continues to drip — he’s always toweled off his head haphazardly; you often worried he’d get sick from it.   He’s shirtless, just in his pajama pants, but you don’t care about that either. It’s actually kind of nice to see him without his shirt, but you don’t want to admit that out loud. Instead, your cheek unabashedly squishes against the skin of his chest. He smells of shampoo and orange soap. And he’s as warm as you remember. Toasty like a sizzled out campfire that just had a roaring flame.    You’ve been wanting to hold him again ever since he held you in the backseat of that taxi.   He’s caught off guard, stiffening automatically. But his senses pick up the scent of something familiar radiating off of you. Alcohol. “Are you drunk?”   Oh yeah. You’re supposed to be pissed at him.    “What’s the matter with you, huh?”   “What?”   You let go, stepping back and pointing your finger right at his face. It’s hard to point when he keeps swaying back and forth, or rather it’s you who’s swaying, balance completely off. But you manage to bring your index finger right between his eyebrows where that knot usually forms when he frowns. You hate that knot. “The hell’s wrong with you, Park?”   Your voice is slurring. You’re tipping from side to side. Jimin is utterly confused.   You lower your arm with an exasperated sigh. You wish he just got it — that he could read your mind. You hate having to explain. “Why’d you stay with me when I got this removed, huh?”   You point to your stomach, finger circling the general area of where your stupid appendix used to be.    “You’re not making any sense.” Jimin cringes at how loud you’re being and looks down the hall to see if there’s anyone there. He takes a sigh of relief when there’s no one angry enough to make a noise complaint and his hand reaches out to take you inside his apartment. “Y/N—”   But you flinch back and wag your finger at him. “Nuh-uh. Don’t touch!”   “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”   “Don’t wanna get confused,” you scold him. He was such a sly dog. “Naught, naught, Minnie. Wanna make my head more of a mess than it already is...”   “Can you at least come inside?” he coaxes gently after realizing you’re completely barefoot in your pajamas, your toes sticking out from the end of your pants. It looks cold, and he quickly steps back to give you space.   You oblige, but enter only enough to shut the door. You wanna be able to escape if you need to….though you’re not sure where the door knob is. He could probably stop you if he wanted to.   “Were you drinking by yourself?” he asks, searching your expression.   “Why?” Your head quirks and your lips pout. “Why’d you care about me?”   He swallows hard and scratches the back of his neck. “I’ll always care about you, Y/N.”   “You oughta hate me.”   Jimin holds your stare, completely calm. His brown eyes are gorgeous. They remind you of a puppy’s. And you kind of want to ruffle his damp hair with your fingers. “I don’t hate you.”   “But, but,” you blubber. He still doesn’t get it. “You’re supposed to! It’s only natural.”   He smiles softly, eyes lit with mirth and amusement. “Why is it natural?”   “Cause I’m so mean!” you cry out. It’s official. Park Jimin is dumb and needs you to spell everything out for him. “Told you I hate you. That you were annoying and bothersome and, and irritating, and that I regret teaching you, and how we’re not even friends, and we’re strangers, and that you’re annoying, and bothersome, and irritating—”   “Okay, okay. I get it.” He laughs tenderly, like he’s having fun watching you, and that’s annoying.   “Does that not bother you?”   “It does.” Jimin locks his eyes with yours again. His voice softens. “It does…”   “But you don’t hate me?”   He shakes his head. He didn’t even need to think about it.   But you already knew his answer.   Automatically, you burst out into tears. Jimin’s alarmed at once, eyes wide, nearly falling out of their sockets. His palms lift, but he remembers your warning of not wanting to be touched, so he doesn’t lay a finger on you. But he’s still at a loss, not knowing what to do, reduced to awkwardly fumbling the air.    “Y/N, a-are you okay? W-What’s wrong? Are you hurt?!”   You hiccup, numb to the feeling of patheticness. But then you feel a sudden urgency. “T-There’s something I wanna tell you. It’s really, really, really important!”   Jimin nods slowly and puts down his hands as you wipe your eyes with the long sleeve of your pajama shirt. “What is it?”   “I!” You point to yourself and then point to him. “Love! Your! Voice!”   Jimin blinks.   You continue like it’s something you must get off your mind before you forget, “I never got to say — you have such a good tone. It’s sweet. Like sponge cake. And it’s natural. I’m jealous.”   Your sniffle and sigh, lolling your head to the side. You think about it for a moment and then hum, once again confirming your own opinion. There’s no way in this world that you can be wrong. You’ll stand with your beliefs until the end of time. “Your tenor is so nice. It’s purple.”   “Purple?”   The corner of Jimin’s mouth curls, brow lifted.   “Purple!” you tell him quickly, as if you’re afraid of dying and fearful that no one gets to hear this secret. “The colour of your voice is purple.” You pop the ‘p’s with your lips and giggle tearfully. It bubbles out like the fizz of the wine and instantly, Jimin smiles. “You have beautiful voice colour.”   “What’s your colour?” he asks quietly, all too curious.   “Orange, obviously.” You can’t believe he doesn’t know. This wasn’t new news.   “Duh.” Jimin plays along with a heartfelt laugh.   “Duh!” you repeat after him with an enormous grin. “But I don’t like it as much.”   “Why not?”   “Cause I love purple!”   Your finger peeks out of your sleeve again. This time, it isn’t to point at his face but to jut at his chest, poke right over where his heart is. You smile up at him and Jimin notices how moist your eyes are, glassy almost. He can see each of your lashes when you’re this close, and he can’t help letting his eyes run over the slope of your nose to your cupid’s bow.    Your lips look soft. A bit stained from the wine. You have an intoxicating scent that isn’t from the alcohol alone. He has an urge to pull you in close by the waist, the small of your back, to breathe in deeply, and to kiss you.   Jimin wants to kiss you. He has since the first time he heard you sing and wanted to hear your voice muffled between his lips. He hasn’t — only yearned to. But it’s difficult to push away the longing at this moment. Though he swallows hard and dispels the thoughts away.    He won’t kiss you. Not tonight at least.   For now, he’ll hang onto how your voice calls his name, the slurred sound of you telling him you love his voice, the way your lips form when you say that his voice is purple — and the noise you make when you giggle and confess how much you love that colour.

[laserdog10]

Loneliness

”It’s not so bad not being in a league that suits me.”

It was a personal mantra that she told herself every day, even if it did kind of hurt. Citrus was born as both a Rose and an Arc, two powerful family bloodlines that were well renowned on Remnant by now, thanks to the defeat of Salem. However, Citrus’ elder siblings Garnet and Blossom, have been shown to be marginally stronger and almost gifted...or actually gifted. Garnet had inherited a portion of Ruby’s Spring Maiden magic on top of Jaune’s hefty Aura with the addition of a strong Semblance, while Blossom was a Silver Eyed Warrior, the greatest of all destined to slay Grimm and be the heroes of humanity. While Citrus was...just normal.

Yep, no insane powers, no off-the-wall weapon that has multiple transformations, no fancy Semblance (other than the ability to talk to animals), she was a normal girl who wanted to be a Huntress, like everyone her generation. However she felt an odd lonesome feeling inside her, when her brother and sister went off to Signal for the first time, Citrus was alone at home with her aunt Yang, grandpa Qrow, uncle Tai, and aunt Raven. If that wasn’t enough her Semblance let her speak to the family dog Zwei and the five wolves Ruby adopted, Drei, Vier, Funf, Sechs, and Null. And yet...she still had this emptiness in her heart. Well unlucky for her it was about to intensify that feeling tenfold as she was about to head to Signal tomorrow, the day after her siblings and cousin graduate. Right now it was well into the evening, the sun setting on the horizon, rays of light beaming down on the Rose-Arc & Xiao Long-Branwen residence, Citrus leaning against the railing, teetering her weighted collapsible scythe, Soulful Reave, back and forth, her emerald green eyes staring off into space, tangerine curled hair catching the wind.

Jaune: Someone’s a little broody.

Citrus: Hmm?! Oh, hi dad!

Jaune: Is Qrow’s mysterious edginess rubbing off on you or am I just reading too much into this?

Citrus: Pffft, nooo dad, I’m fine, thank you. Just...thinking, deep contemplation about the future.....

Jaune: Excited you’re going to Signal tomorrow?

Citrus: Heheheee, not really...?

Jaune: Why not?

Citrus: *stops teetering her scythe* Dad, do you think I’m...special?

Jaune: The “daddy loves his special girl” kind of special or...

Citrus: The special that’s meant for amazing things, I don’t feel like I am.

Jaune: Woah woah woah, what brought this on?!

Citrus: Nothing, I’m...*sigh* Dad, compared to Garnet and Blossom, I’m so bland! I have nothing truly remarkable about m-* her shoulders are held as she faces her father*

Jaune: Citrus, tell me what’s going on, is everything okay?

Citrus: I don’t think so...have you ever had the feeling of overwhelming loneliness and that you’re far behind people close to you?

Jaune: More than you could fathom, sweetheart. But that was a long time ago, and with a little bit of time, and the love from those people around me, it eventually went away. Why, is it the fact that your brother and sister are way ahead of you getting to you?

Citrus: *tears form in her eyes* Y-yeah, a lot...

Jaune: Oh, sweety. *he brings his small daughter into a huge hug* Believe me when I say that feeling is completely normal, your mother and I had this lonely, by-our-selves spell when we first went to Beacon.

Citrus: I just feel so out of place. I hear about all these kids who were raised by amazing Huntsmen, their amazing transforming weapons, and their powerful Semblances, then there’s me. Swinging around a simple scythe and talking to animals, no Maiden or S.E.W. powers...

Jaune: Citrus, look at me. *his gaze is met by the distraught, teary-eyed face of his daughter* All these feelings, all these issues you’re feeling right now are completely normal for a thirteen year old to experience! Think it like, you’re still going through your “character arc,” which always starts just as you turn thirteen. You’ll get to that important “climax” of your story some day.

Citrus: *sniff* R-really...?

Jaune: I know so. Now let’s go inside, dinner’s almost ready!

Citrus: I’ll head in a second, gotta go put Soulful Reave back in in the shed.

Such an action to her weapon would make her brother, proverbially, lose his mind, but she took good care of her scythe, occasionally but primarily leaving it in the room she shared with her siblings, like they do with their weapons. Tomorrow would be the first step into this “character arc” of hers, and she would tackle it however she could!

-The next day-

Strolling down the halls of Signal wasn’t so bad, she was old enough to be by herself while her parents weren’t too far off. Ruby had gone with the many other parents of new students to a little meeting, confirming their classes and whatnot, meanwhile Citrus wandered around Signal, her orange cloak flowing as she strolled along, seeing big metal lockers to hold plenty of supplies, classrooms, a library, and the cafeteria. What she didn’t expect to come across was a large crowd of kids clamoring around a board with a myriad of papers on it. Among this crowd the youngest Rose-Arc saw the red-patched blonde hair of her sister.

Citrus: Blossom? *she called over the talkative graduates*

Blossom: Hey baby sis! You here on your intro tour? *the blonde side-stepped through the moderate sea of teens, a few of which turned heads to the younger teen*

Citrus: Yep, mom just went with the other parents to that meeting! What are you doing over here with everyone?

Blossom: Seeing who got their academic success title.

Citrus: You’re what?

“An awesome title for how well you did in your classes!” chimed a female student.

Citrus: Oh, cool!

Blossom: Wanna guess what I got?

Citrus: I...don’t know what they are.

Blossom: Oh, well come look.

Taking a closer look at the board, Citrus saw this hefty list of names that made her head spin. So many names, numbers, scores, classes.

Citrus: This makes my brain hurt...

Blossom: Same here, and could you help me find my name, I’ve been helping everyone here find their’s for a while n-

Citrus: You got Salutatorian, Garnet got Valedictorian, and Lea’s below both of you!

Blossom: I’M WHAT?!

The students: THEY’RE WHAT!?

“I’m what now???” came a familiar voice behind the girls and the crowd. They turned to find Garnet himself, in the midst of eating a roll of cookie dough from the cafeteria. Without thinking the students swarmed him, barging questions left and right; “How are you so smart,” or “Please teach me your ways,” and “You’re amazing Garnet!”

Garnet: Woah, slow down guys, I’m not that great honest! I just studied and practiced like anyone else would.

“But you got Valedictorian, dude!!!” exclaimed a male student with very punk-rock hair.

“That’s an achievement in and off itself!” cheered a preppy looking girl.

“You’re a freaking prodigy, bro!!!!” cried a sporty, muscular lad.

Garnet: Alright, listen up everyone, I’m gonna give you some life advice you all need to hear. Trying to be like me is impossible, and I wouldn’t go as far as to say I’m a prodigy. Yes I have powers of a Maiden inherited from my mother, yes I have a massive amount of Aura and strong Semblance to boot, yes I also have multiple weapons and am highly skilled in using all of them. However that doesn’t place me above the rest of you, nor should it make you all downplay yourselves! You all have your strengths and weaknesses, but you shouldn’t strive to become like me, because I’m not perfect. Imitation is the cheapest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay in greatness. Don’t strive to be me, strive be a better you, because their can only be one of us in the world! And if you do find someone like you later in life...*claps hands* Then I got nothing. *awkwardly smiles*

His audience applauded, but mostly laughed at the perplexing finish to his speech. His sisters had their own reactions, Blossom shaking her head and smiling in a way that conveyed a “The fact I’m related to you is astonishing” feel, Citrus on the other hand was captivated. “Strive to be a better you,” this phrase alone struck many chords in her, to the point that the lonely feeling of hers dissipated somewhat...

“Ohhh yawn-a-fuckin’-rama! That was the cheesiest shit I’ve ever heard, One Armed Arc!”

The students instinctively winced at the sound of the boastful and snarky voice. Collectively looking to the source, a tall girl with long burnt-orange hair and indigo eyes, clad in gray armor with a gold trim, a jet black waist cloth on the tool belt around her. Strapped to her back in a sheath was a morning star mace, the signature and feared weapon wielded by Signal Academy’s tyrant.

Blossom: Carly Winchester...

Citrus: ...

Garnet: And why are you here?

Carly: No reason, except I just heard a one-armed loser spouting some bullshit and being humble. Face it, you could be running this school! And yet you choose to be weak, lumping yourselves with these peons who could get their asses reamed by you.

Blossom: Garnet isn’t weak!

Carly: Aww look, little Ms. Self-loathing wants to act all big and tough! Why don’t you can it and go cry on the roof like you always do.

Citrus: *grits teeth and clenches her fists*

Garnet: What I do doesn’t make me weak Carly, I-

Carly: OH FUCKING SPARE ME! Hearing your high and mighty “holier-than-thou” bullshit makes me sick, you have the powers of a damn GOD and look where you are!

Citrus: ...hat’s it to y... *mumbles*

Carly: Hmm what’s that Shorty, got some shit to say? If you don’t then butt the fuck out, the adults are tal-

Citrus: WHAT’S IT TO YOU!? All you ever do is hurt and scare people, that’s not power, that’s being a jerk!

Carly: You-!

Citrus, standing in front of Carly now: My big brother is more of a Hunter and leader than you could ever hope to be! All you are is a bully, a coward, and an absolute BITCH!!!

Everyone present gasped, Garnet and Blossom were shocked into silence. Calling Carly a bitch was something else entirely, but hearing it from Citrus, someone who had never sworn in her life?! Surely they must’ve been dreaming, right??? Obviously they weren’t, for Carly had looked around incredulous, thinking she had heard the orangenette right.

Carly: The fuck did you just say to me you little shit...?!

Citrus: You heard me, you’re nothing but a BI-!

Carly: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!

The warrior girl screamed in tandem with swinging her mace directly down onto the smaller girl. The motion happened at such a speed, all that was seen was a shiny, gray blur kicking up dust and debris when it landed.

Garnet/Blossom: CITRUS!!!

The youngest Rose-Arc braced for the impact beforehand...but it never came. Instead when she opened her eyes, she was in a dust cloud, embraced by her cousin, Lea Xiao Long-Schnee, her giant gauntlets blocking the crushing blow.

Lea: Might I ask why the hell you are attacking my cousin, Carly? *she said in a low tone, pushing the warrior girl back a good few feet*

Carly: Mind telling me why your brat isn’t on her child leash?!

Lea: *eyes turning lilac, blue fire adorning her hair* I think Citrus is going to be the least of your worries right now...

Citrus stepped back, knowing full well what was coming next. Garnet walked past her but not before looking at his baby sister.

Garnet: Might wanna go get mom and the principal, this courtyards about to become a war zone. *he winked*

Carly targeted him first, her mace colliding with the boy’s head and sending him staggering. He regained his footing, readying his own gauntlets as Lea pounced on Carly, throwing her into one of the support columns in the courtyard, Garnet running up and landing jab after jab upon Carly. Blossom held Citrus’ hand as they ran off to find their mother before the situation got worse, as they ran they heard the unmistakable sound of the Maiden powers flaring from their brother and cousin.

Blossom: We’ll leave it to them to kick Carly’s butt.

Citrus: ...

Blossom: You okay?

Citrus: Yeah yeah, just thinking.

Blossom: You narrowly avoiding getting brained by an amazon brute???

Citrus: Well...besides that, but what Garnet said earlier.

Blossom: Oh that.

Citrus: It stuck with me, and...and I think it should solve all my problems.

Blossom: ...if you say so!

Seems her father was right, today was when her character arc would begin, and now she would walk through it with her head held high!

[yhsujin]

first of all i haven’t been in a group for some time so excuse me if i’m fuckin’ slow but omg im!!!! so excited to be here!!! i’m lea ( 22, she/her, gmt+8 ) and this is my baby nam sujin, who is the leader & lead vocalist of june. tbh i’m still in the middle of figuring her out so pls bear with me. here are her stats / profile / biography if you wanna read, but i’d also talk about her more under the cut!!! no plot page bc we don’t do that here aka im actually lazy rip please give this a heart if you would like to plot and i shall slide in your ims soon <33 if you’d rather plot on discord, feel free to ask for my username or give yours so we can talk there!!!

tldr bio:

nam sujin, 23, idol, leader & lead vocalist of june

she came from a middle class family, is the second & youngest child, has been living in her older sister’s shadow since she was born bc her mother thinks her sister is better than her :’)

she grew up trying to impress her mother but nothing she did was ever good enough, so by the time she turned 14 she’s like im over it and started to do things just to piss her mother off

literally just a nice kid turned bad bc Life Made Me Do It

music has always been a huge part of her life and she genuinely enjoys singing - another thing that pissed her mother off bc she thinks singing and listening to music are a waste of a time, but that’s the only thing that makes sujin happy so she’s like sorry mom can’t hear u im busy listening to music

never thought of becoming an idol bc she didn’t think she’s good enough for it but she accompanied a friend to bde audition one day and was encouraged by the company to give it a try, so she sang for them and surprise. she passed the audition!!!!

her mother wasn’t too happy about her decision to become an idol, thinking it wasn’t even a real profession to begin with, so she left home and never looked back bc she’s determined to make her dream come true (and also bc she just hated being home)

one of the ace trainees in the company, but it took her multiple delays of debut and two survival shows for her to finally become an idol - she had almost wanted to quit when she failed the second survival show but she ended up staying when bde announced they would be debuting the first girl group!!! and she’s in!!!

kinda upset that she’s not the main vocalist and hated the idea of being a leader at first. she thinks it’s Too Much work, but somehow managed to suck it up and did her best anyways

still hates her role in the group, but girl is Trying Her Best. keyword: try

wants to produce her own songs one day 

etcetera:

sujin was bright as a child, but eventually she grew bitter and jealous of her sister (mostly bc she always gets everything and is absolutely better than her, but she’d never admit it out loud)

actually a smart kid. she’s not that far behind her sister, but her mother always makes it seems like sujin is 1000x worse than she is, so bc of that she becomes really insecure and thinks she’s never good enough for anything but also at the same time she’s like i’m better than u

which means she fakes self-confidence bc she has none and to quote marina and the diamonds: 'cause i feel like i'm the worst, so i always act like i'm the best

due to her upbringing and the constant failure she went through during training, she’s gotten a little cutthroat in her ways of doing things, so if she’s set her mind on something, she’s gonna get it no matter what it takes

although she seems calm and relaxed on the outside, she can get hella competitive when she needs to be bc she hates losing

often misunderstood as cold and unapproachable bc she’s usually quiet and distant, especially with strangers, but she just needs the right people to bring out the goofy side of hers sometimes

on-stage persona: playful, flirtatious, sometimes sensual, girl crush

off-stage persona: quiet, distant, could be chaotic when she wants to, savage

has definitely twerk on tv several times before bc she can

loves her june girls to death, and it shows from the way she takes good care of them, but won’t deadass admit she cares for them

about her rumor that she hates her members: sujin just naturally has bitchy expressions on her and some netizen has called her out for being unprofessional or whatsoever bc she definitely has been giving looks or stares at her members and staffs on camera before, and sometimes her actions or words get mistaken for her hating her members (she used to be on bad terms w some of the members and was the Biggest Bitch to them but nope you didn’t hear that from me)

also the type to rarely express her affection in words bc 1) she doesn’t know how to do that shit and 2) she’s a huge tsundere so all she’s got is tough love to offer

will definitely 10/10 judge you bc girl can have opinions, she said

she’s quite blunt when it comes to her opinions, doesn’t really like to sugar coat things

skill-wise she’s a great vocalist, is also quite decent in dancing but again it’s a Lot of Work, she would rather just sit down and sing her heart out instead

would deadass self-sabotage when things get a little too happy and peaceful for her bc she thinks she deserves nothing good :(

which is why shes always caught up in toxic relationships but they usually start with her bc shes a Messy Bitch

instead of talking about her feelings she would just rather lash out at someone bc that’s easier and that’s how she copes with stress, except now she goes clubbing and gets her ass drunk when she needs to unwind

has a nasty temper especially when she’s super tired, but would totally try to keep it lowkey when she’s in public bc she has a Reputation to maintain but will likely go off if it’s in private

really likes to go out and spend time w her friends whenever she has off days

looks like a bad bitch but she’s actually rly sensitive and just wants to be loved

i repeat she’s a messy bitch so if our plot suddenly goes from soft and wholesome to angsty out of nowhere it’s her, it’s ALWAYS her

with that being said pls gimme angst plots bc i live for them <3333

[loxare]

A crap guide to KH characters

that I made instead of studying psychology, enjoy!

Sora – precious bab. Will fuk you up if you mess with his friends. Has been suppressing his emotions since 2002 and honestly really needs a hug and probably a good cry. Sunshine boi. People really need to stop being mean to him, or trying to unravel who he is as a person i s2g i will cut a bitch. Has sacrificed himself to save his friends way too many times. Honestly, he's just a good boy who went on an adventure to save his friends and went through a lot of crap, but still manages to keep an upbeat outlook.

Riku – 2edgy4u. Will also fuk you up if you mess with his friends. Went through probably the best redemption arc since Zuko. Also needs a hug. Has tried to sacrifice himself to save his friends several times but his friends say he's not allowed. A good boy who's been trying to make up for his mistakes since 2002 and honestly he's doing a great job.

Kairi – Sunshine girl. Hasn't fucked anyone up for messing with her friends yet but damn if she isn't trying. Tired of playing damsel in distress, more tired of waiting for her boys to come home. Probably would sacrifice herself for her friends but hasn't had the opportunity. Ready to fist fight a damn werewolf to avoid being sidelined again. I need a game dedicated to her stat.

Roxas – 3edgy5u. Started out a happy kiddo, then some bad shit happened and now he's just mad at everyone. Identity crises every second Wednesday. All he wants is to eat ice cream with his friends, roll around town on his skateboard and disassemble the government, is that too much to ask?

Axel/Lea – The absolute worst person ever turned lovable asshole once he discovered parenting. Seriously, he was terrible in CoM. But honestly, understandable considering he was forced to join a cult that spent a solid decade telling him he had no emotions and hey, please be an assassin for us. Needs to pick a name. Currently fighting Aqua for the Best Team Parent Award (and losing, sorry Lea, Aqua is just that good).

Xion – precious daughter. Seriously needs a hug. Identity crises all day all night all the time. Most Forgettable Character Award (I'm so sorry). All she wants is to eat ice cream with her friends, go to the beach and scream trans rights at the worlds, is that too much to ask? Had so much bad shit happen to her. Inherited her self-sacrificial streak from Sora. Someone get this girl a better role model. No, not Lea, he did some self-sacrifice bs too, someone else. No, not Aqua either.

Terra – himbo xtreme. So good and trusting he trusted the wrongest person. Sorry, two wrongest persons. Terra no. He's just a terrafic dude (I'm not sorry). Stronk. Dumb. Kind. Would possess his own empty armor to protect his friends and sit in a wasteland for over a decade. What strength. What willpower. Someone get this man into the Green Lantern Corps, stat. I need him and Kronk to meet because they're both so dumb I love them. Terra's great.

Aqua – Light of my life. Willingly jumped into hell to save her friend. Jewelry maker. Will fuk you up if you mess with her friends. Did I mention that she jumped into hell to save her friend? Who was actually her friend being possessed by the bad guy? And that she stayed there for over a decade? Such strength. Someone get this woman a hug. And therapy. Current holder of the Best Team Parent Award. Her friend group has five brain cells and she holds four of them.

Ven – Literal sunshine boy. Don't look too long, you'll go blind. Will fuk you up if you even look at his friends. Shady past that he absolutely does not remember. Winner of the Rip Van Winkle Award for longest nap. Kind of a brat at first but damn does he grow up fast. Has the worst evil twin ever. Holds the last brain cell.

Vanitas – The evil twin. The worst, I love him. Seriously needs to get some therapy. And a redemption arc, I need one so bad. Makes his own pets out of sadness. SHady past he might remember. Sees himself as the monster when the real monster was Doctor Franken- I mean. Xehanort. Really needs a hug, but maybe be prepared to run if you're giving it.

Namine – Perennial damsel in distress. Literal self insert character. Ends up going from one bad situation to another. When she finally gets her freedom, she vanishes. No one understands her powers and honestly that's fine. All she wants is to help. Someone tell her it's ok to want things for herself too.

Repliku – this guy is just an identity crisis put into a person. Doesn't even have his own name yet. So incredibly angry at everything he's gone through but has ended up in a sort of acceptance. The only person who didn't get a happy ending and I can and will revolt. Spent most of his life confused and angry and honestly relatable.