#somebody is gonna hire me damnit

[thecolorsfucked]

i have a phone interview next week and i applied to like at least 15-20 places this week so 🤞🏼

[specterllaw]

Mommy or Ma'am? - Mike Ross x Reader / Older Brother Harvey

Summary: After a hospital scare, Mike is put on babysitting duty, which quickly turns into a fun morning for you both

Warnings: SMUT, Switch! reader Switch! Mike

Harvey knew getting Jessica to hire you was a bad idea, he thought he could fully trust you though. You were twenty two it was your first real job, even it was just making copies for everybody in the office when needed.

I was going smoothly for awhile until Monday Morning rolled around, Y/n was on edge because not only did she have tests coming up but she also had sports, work, and helping her older brother Harvey keep his penthouse and office clean and neat. She felt like she was losing it, so whenever she was woken up at 6AM to go to the office she wanted to start crying, she hadn't even been to bed really, only falling asleep twenty minutes before Harvey even woke her up.

You were stuck in the copier room, taking stacks of papers from different associates, and partners and just coping them over and over again. It was working smoothly until you dozed off coping papers and mixed up the order of them, now realizing you messed up very important documents your breathing started to shallow. You heart rate was speeding up and you started to feel dizzy and hot, holding onto the table next to the copier tightly you heard somebody's rushed footsteps approach you all before your eye sight went black. "Woah woah woah" Mike said taking in your unusual state holding you up quickly as your body went limp "Louis! Rachel!" He yelled trying to shake you lightly "C'mon Y/n, wake up" He whispered nervously, not knowing what was going on with you, as he saw Louis walking up to the door he took a breath of relief "Stay here with her, I'm gonna call an ambulance and go get Harvey" Mike said urgently, gently laying you on the ground, using his suit jacket as a cushion under your head, waiting until Louis knelt next to you to try and wake you before rushing through the firm "Donna! call 911! now" He said checking Harvey's office only to see it empty "Mike! Calm down what's going on?" Donna asked worried standing up and resting a hand on his chest "I walked in to get copies from y/n and as soon as I walked in, she fell to the ground- where's Harvey?" He asked quickly before rushing to Jessica's office seeing Harvey sitting in front of her desk. "What do you need, Ross? We're having a very important-" Mike cut Jessica off quickly, and rudely. "Y/n passed out, I don't what happened" He whispered, Harvey looked at Jessica and then Mike "Damnit" he huffed standing up quickly rushing to the copier room right as paramedics were coming up from the elevator and rushing to the same room as him.

Whenever you woke up seeing your room empty made your heart hurt, not even Mike showed up to check on you? What even happened? Right before you could decide on what happened you hear the door latch and in rushes Mike and Harvey fighting on who gets in the room first. "Y/n" Harvey sighed sitting on the side on your bed "Don't ever do whatever you did again" He demanded, thinking he was talking about you messing up the copies and files you started to tear up "I-I'm sorry" You whimpered, terrified you might get fired for all of this "For what? I mean..Whenever you feel worked up..come find me..I understand more than you know, y/n/n" he whispered running a hand over your hair to smooth it out "I get panic attacks too...instead of...blacking out..I puke"He whispered, you studied his face, that explained all the mornings before his trials he'd get sick. "Same goes for you then..come find me" You whispered to him grabbing his hand squeezing it "So what happened?" You added on tilting your head "Exhaustion, y/n" Harvey said sternly "Which means, you're taking the next two days off, to rest, recharge" He said turning his head as Mike coughed awkwardly. "Okay kid, I'll let you speak, but I swear if you try anything with my sister I will kill you" Harvey stated seriously and confidently "Okay okay" Mike grumbled raising his hands up in the air before taking Harvey's seat, Harvey taking a step out into the hallway to call Jessica.

"Mr. Ross" You mumbled, you still felt a little sleepy from whatever they gave you but you were desperate to wake up "Ms. Specter" He quipped back running his hands down his pants legs. "You okay, Mike?" You asked softly sitting up to rest a hand on his shoulder "Y/n..I like you" He whispered "More than a friend, more than a co-worker, and I wanna like you as my girlfriend..but I don't want your brother to kill you" Mike added on resting a hand on yours "How long have you felt like this Mike?" You whispered using your other hand to cup his cheek "Weeks.....You're just..so kind and sassy, and the way you give Harvey shit is just...the proud look you have on your face after you make him speechless is adorable" He rambled "I would have you make copies of random words I had typed up just to see you..that's what I was on my way to do whenever I came into the copier room and found you leaning on the table about to fall.." Mike rambled even farther before you giggled and kissed him deeply

"Can you not shut the hell up Mike?" You mumbled against his lips as he resting a hand on yours, jumping away whenever he heard the door open "Excuse me!" Harvey yelled looking at you both "Care to explain yourselves, children?" He asked crossing his arms like a mother.

You were surprised to see Harvey agree to let Mike stay over, he claimed it was just to 'help you sleep, like you claimed' but you felt like he preferred you not to be home. As you walked into your room you smiled as Mike who was already ready for bed, striped to nothing but his boxers, truth was you and Mike had slept together, a couple of times, you both had agreed it was strictly friends with benefits until just yesterday at the hospital. "Ready for me to help you sleep?" Mike quoted playfully "Yes sir" You giggled climbing onto the bed, straddling Mike's lap as you looked down at him "Ah ah, Princess needs to rest, let me do all the work, baby" he whispered before using his hips and body force to flip you two over to where he was hovering over you.

"Look. At. Me" Mike demanded, you were on your third orgasm now, Harvey was long gone at work now and Mike was spending the day inside of with you, specifically taking turns making each other cum, but now Mike had taken it into his own hands to make you forget your own name, and you were 10000% okay with that. You felt Mike's hand grab your chin forcefully having you look up "I said look at me." He growled as he kept grinding his hips, his dick still buried six and a half inches deep inside of you, you moaned loudly leaning your head further back into the pillows, biting your lip as you made eye contact with Mike, whining and moaning loudly again. You couldn't help it, between his shiny lips from going down on you, to the messy ass hair from you pulling on it, or making the sex drunk look with the lazy smirk as his face as he fucked you into oblivion. "F-Fuck Mike!" You whimpered as he spit forcefully down where his cock entered inside of you before rubbing your clit with two fingers. You couldn't take it, you wanted to scream but you knew your brother would get a noise complaint and he'd know what you two were doing, home alone.

"My slut can take it" Mike whispered in your ear as he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly as he started to thrust his hips alot faster than he previously was "Fuck fuck fuck Mike!" You screamed trying to close your legs but Mike just held them back open, continuing the sweet abuse on your clit, you could feel yourself getting close to the breaking point of cumming again and you knew Mike didn't care. You gasped loudly arching your back as he started fucking you alot faster, the hand around your throat tightening and it just added to your pleasure. "Cum, slut" Mike growled, not letting his hips falter its pace as he watched you cum, the way your face scrunched up, or the way your pussy squeezed around his cock as tight as possible, or maybe it was the fact you were screaming his name while leaving scratch marks all down his back but whatever it was, he wanted to remember it forever. You started to whimper, his cock moving inside of you beginning to become way too much for you to handle "Hold on baby..Use your words, you know what to say to stop, Daddy's so close though" Mike panted as he kept fucking you, his little whimpers were enough to get you wet yet again, but this time it sparked an idea. Once Mike started to pull out you glared at him, giving him a look that says 'you'll regret that' "Keep fucking me, baby" You whispered grabbing his boxer waist band that was tugged down below his cock, using it to pull him back closer, and his cock back deeper inside of you "Keep fucking mommy" You moaned arching your back, Mike whined before rolling onto his back pulling you ontop of him "Fuck keep talking please, you're so fucking hot" He moaned grinding his hips up "So Mike Ross is also a bottom?" You gasped playfully before holding his hips down "In that case, hips down, slut" You demanded before starting to grind and bounce your hips slowly on his lap, moving his cock in and out of you at a slow pace, making Mike try and sit up quickly, once he realized that wasn't happening he attempted to try and speed up your pace by thrusting his hips up but you just grabbed his hair and tugged it back, using the opportunity to leave hickeys down his neck. "F-Fuck Ma'am" Mike whined sitting up holding you close to him before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, swiping his tongue over it along with gently nipping at it, all making you increase the speed you were going. Mike was a whining wiggling mess, desperate to fuck you again and get his pleasure, he hadn't been a bottom since high school when he fucked the popular girl so this was extremely extremely hot for him.

"You wanna fuck me, baby?" You whispered in his ear dragging your nails down his back "Yes. yes yes yes Mommy, ma'am, yes, whatever you want me to call you just please let me fuck you, I wanna make you cum again" He whined trying to move his hips up against you as you lifted your hips up so it was just the tip inside of you. "Then take whats yours, Mike.." You whispered before kissing him deeply, he flipped you again, fucking you alot more erratic and harder, slamming into your pussy like it was the last time he'd ever fuck anybody. "Fuck!" You both shouted, yours more of a moan while Mike's was a full whine. You gasped feeling him cum inside of you, something you weren't expecting considering he had a condom, you couldn't think too much about it as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach snap as you came for the fifth or sixth time that morning.

As Mike pulled out you watched him stare down in horror and shock "Y/n..The condom broke.." He mumbled looking towards you as you were laying down trying to catch your breath.

[countrymusiclover]

Part 8 - Finally Home Free

Gifs not mine. Belongs to respectful owners

Every plane is fired and ready to go. The colonel is the first one to fly off the ship hanger deck and I hold my fingers together praying that the weight thing won't be an issue or we're all screwed. Clutching Rafe's dog tags in my other hand I hope this works. He gave them to me before he climbed up into his plane saying so we'd always have a piece of each other with us. The wind from the engines nearly blows my hat off my head. Rafe's plane goes off the hanger next then the others before the rest of us watch them all flying in the sky. Without thinking I throw my hands in the air cheering with happy tears. "Yeah, those are my boys!" Leaning my head down to my stomach I talked to my baby even though it was too early to properly hear me. "There goes your daddy baby. Off to save the world with his best friend." All the ship workers run out to where I stand cheering and hollering out as well. Entering the ships control room I bang around on a old radio turning into the planes and to hear the president speak.

"From Berlin, Rome and Tokyo we have been described as a nation of weaklings and playboys. Who hire Brittish or Russian or Chinese solders to do our fighting for us. Let them repeat that now. Let them tell that to General Magover and his men. Let them tell that to the soldiers who today are fighting hard in the far waters of the pacific. Let them tell that to the boy's in the flying fortresses. Let them tell that to the Marion's." Turning up the station volume I scanned over the marked map hearing the colonel announce to me. "We're in the enemies back yard. Heads up, heads up boys!" A few seconds later Rafe called over the radio. "Alright boys let's knock their clocks off. Bombs away, bombs away!" Static came over the line breaking up as explosions and I lay my head back in the chair sighing in relief. Closing my eyes I smiled for a second until something different comes over. "Y/n, we've flack everywhere!" The colonel shouts back with shots being fired at them. "I want everyone to separate!"

Shoving a headset on my head I try reaching them to tell them where to land or something. "Rafe - Danny - colonel. Somebody give me something,  damnit!" Rafe hollered to Danny with everybody screaming. "Get into the clouds Danny right now. Get up into the clouds-" The line cuts off and I twist dials, shouting needing to hear something. "They're gonna tear this plane apart - get up into the clouds Danny. Get up in that soup!" After that the radio signal goes silent and I slammed my hands on the table feeling tears falling. "Rafe - Danny, no...no, shit no..Rafe!" Ripping my headset off I throw it at the window collapsing onto the ground. The colonel told the volunteers it was possibly a suicide mission. Why the hell did I let them go. Why Danny, why Rafe. Pressing my head on the ground I sob heavily feeling my heart literally trying to beat out of my chest. "Captain L/n, we've gotta head in-land." A worker bends down on a knee trying to help me up. Instead I shove him backwards crying still screaming. "We can't leave. They could still be - they could be. I - I can't lose - I refuse to lose him again - oh Rafe!" The worker slowly pulled ne into his chest letting me death grip his clothing, getting me to leave the room.

The boat had returned me home and the crew home early to pickup the surviving boys in a large airplane. Evelyn and I waited outside with all the crowds of people who felt the same worries we did. Did our loved ones come back alive. Clutching the dog tags in my left hand Evelyn and I hold the others hand seeing the plane land. The door opens and the first person I see step out onto the stairs is Danny. Evelyn releases my hand racing to him in heels and he rushes down the stairs twirling her around in his arms even though I see he's got a lot of sewed up wounds. Slowly other soldiers stepped out around the door lifting out wooden coffins, at least the ones who weren't harshly injured and it's then I feel a tightness in my chest. The wind blows my hair and dress around as I clutched my hands on the tags, trying to not start sobbing again. No, not Rafe. Please not Rafe. The boys come down the stairs but I still don't see him which makes me hang my head down in grief.

Turning on my heels I started to the leave the area until I heard the voice and this time I knew it wasn't a dream. "Captain Y/n L/n!" Whipping my head around I saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs with a bandage visible under his tan military outfit. His blonde hair tousled and some cuts on his face but a damn smirk on his lips. Picking my feet up I rushed towards him faster than I ever thought I could. Flinging up and into his arms legs wrapped around his middle and my arms wrapped around his neck. He stumbled backwards a little to regain footing wrapping his arms around me to hold me up. He slowly sits me on my feet but never pulling away too much only enough to be able to see my smiling face with heavy happy tears. "Rafe, I thought - I thought. God, I love you - I love you!" I sobbed pressing my face into his chest feeling him rest his chin ontop of my head releasing tears at seeing me again but also for his military brothers that didn't make it. "I love you too. I love you, Y/n."

"Hey, hey, I need to do something before anything else happens alright..." He stated brushing my hair from my face on both sides grinning. He stepped back reaching into his pocket dropping down on one knee right in front of me. My hands fly to cover my mouth in shock eyeing my grandmother's ring that she gave to me before she passed away. "Y/n L/n, I love you. We fell in love so fast that it scared me and warned my heart at the same time. And somehow we found our way back to one another in the middle of a war. If we can get through this I see no better person for me. So will you marry me?" More tears fall down my face as I sniffed with a grin. "Hell yes, yes Rafe McCawley." He got to his feet slipping the ring on my hand then tugging me to his chest by his own dog tags that I wore around my neck. He kisses me with all the passion he's got and I tugged at his hair deepening it until Danny and Evelyn ran over grinning and both saying congratulations with huge hugs to the both of us.

4 years later the wind blows through my loose and wavy hair with the smell of a simple country farm hitting my nose. Stepping off the porch a young girl tackles me in a giggling hug cutting me off guard at first. "Mamaw, Daddy said he'd take me and Danny flying!" Picking up my daughter in my arms the wind blowing through her blonde hair and her eyes matching me filled with excitement. Evelyn leans on her husband who sits their son Danny down in the grass to play with flowers. "Hey baby, how'd you like to go flying Cassie?" Rafe leans down kissing me softly ruffling our daughters hair with his right hand. Danny and Rafe hold their kids in their laps. "On your command, Captain Y/n McCawley!" Rafe cheered with a cheeky grin. I saluted to him and Cassie follows her father and does it back to me. "Take them to the skies, Rafe McCawley." He flew the plane up into the sky and I couldn't help but smile seeing my family flying up into the sunset.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Thank you to all military people serving currently or who are veterans. Thank you for protecting our country ❤️ 🇱🇷 ❤️ 🇱🇷

[lampmeeting]

F L O Y any pairings you want!!!! I’m so happy you quit!!!??

ME TOO i had such a nice day hahaha :') thank you!

any pairings i want huh?? oh boy let's put this under a cut hehe

(abigaar, magnate, chickles and nategaar)

"F" for fake dating - ABIGAAR :3c

tyr and skwisgaar keep in touch, and aww he's such a sweet dad figure. always wanting to know about skwisgaar's upcoming "concerts" and prying cutely for information about anyone skwisgaar's involved in ("saws you on reds carpets with a pretty blondes girl. you dates her? brings her to swedens, i cooks dinner!") it's nice, but skwisgaar for some reason doesn't have the heart to tell tyr that he doesn't exactly DO dating, so he puts him off and puts him off.

this gets more pressing after doomstar. skwisgaar starts feeling the guilt for avoiding visiting the man who's been trying to make a real fatherly effort for the last couple years. but he doesn't have anyone in mind to bring "home" to tyr's house. groupies aren't exactly an appropriate choice, he decides. but he tells tyr he'll come to visit with his girlfriend.

enter abigail. in charles' absence, she stepped in to manage the band ("just for the time being. it's not permanent." but she's not exactly actively helping them look for another candidate. as much as she wants nothing more to do with dethklok after the whole kidnapping thing, she can't seem to shake the feeling that she's meant to be there with them right now, that her continued presence in their lives is important somehow)

she notices skwisgaar seems distracted, off his game, and after a weirdly ungood practice session, she takes him aside to ask if he's all right. skwisgaar's never been great at being aloof around her, she cuts through his bullshit so fast, so he just admits it - tyr wants to meet his nonexistent girlfriend, and he doesn't know what to do. "needs to finds someone whats ams, y'know, classy. preskentsable. a nice girls."

abigail's listening to him intently. she's dressed in a classy blouse and pencil skirt, the jewel of her necklace resting below the dip in her collar. she looks very...presentable, doesn't she? skwisgaar swallows. and abigail is very nice...

"someones...smarts. goods to talks to, likes how we ams talkings rights now, evens."

abigail tilts her head at him curiously.

"maybes, uhhms...someones whats has beautifuls brown hairs? and ams nameds...aaabigaaaails...?"

she snorts a laugh into her hand. well, she has been desperately needing a vacation, and she knows skwisgaar won't try anything untoward... what could go wrong?

(this can also blend into Bed Sharing when they arrive in sweden and realize that tyr has put "the lovebirds" up in his guest bedroom...with only one bed)

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"L" for Love at First Sight - MAGNATE

pre-preklok. magnus is (or, err, was) a moderately well-known local musician in phoenix. at 34 years old, though, he's kinda worn out his welcome. he never made it big, he's bounced between a dozen bands over the last 15 years, and now there are cooler, younger musicians coming up in the scene and man magnus just feels so old and bitter. maybe he should just give up music. what has it ever done for him except lead him to heartbreak after heartbreak (professional and personal)?

he goes out one night by himself. there's this new death metal band he's been hearing rumblings about. apparently the lead vocalist is like ten years younger than him and is definitely gonna be Somebody someday, and magnus is in a mood to drink and feel real fucking sorry for himself.

the opening band sucks, but then Abyssal Carcass takes the stage and the vocalist is broad-shouldered with long, silky black hair pooling over his shoulders and obscuring his face. he holds the mic in a massive fist, and when the first song starts and he opens his mouth to roar, magnus' heart nearly forgets how to beat. he's enchanted. that voice is so unlike anything he's ever heard before...he wants it. he wants it for himself. he wants to write songs for that voice. he wants to hear that voice in his ear, saying his name.

he doesn't see the man's face until after the second song when the vocalist finally stands up to his full height and rakes his hair back with a lift of his beefy arm. chiseled features, strong jaw, green eyes. magnus doesn't know if this is love or lust, maybe it's both, maybe it's jealousy, maybe he's just a sad old man wanting what he can't have.

after the show, magnus is visibly drunk and hangs around to catch the band before they leave. the vocalist sees him, and oh shit, he recognizes him. "oh shit, you're magnus hammersmith, right? from witch visions?"

"and servitor. and alchemical castration. and..." magnus blanks. too drunk. "...others, i presume."

the vocalist laughs deep and warm in his chest, and fuck... yup. magnus has it bad already.

"hey, ditch your band tonight. let's get outta here, you and me." magnus slings an arm around the guy's huge shoulders. "tell me your name again, bud?"

"oh, uh, nathan."

"nathan! nathan. lemme buy you a beer, nathan. i got a little business proposition for you."

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"O" is for Opposites Attract - CHICKLES

preklok! charles gets a call from a near-hysterical toki in the middle of the night that pickles has been in an accident. clipped by a car while trying to jaywalk downtown, and now he's in the hospital having emergency surgery on a fractured leg. this is about a year after charles starts working for them, maybe just a few months after magnus' departure and toki's hiring, so everything's felt really stressful and up in the air, and NOW THIS.

charles of course gets dressed and races to the hospital to make sure pickles is being taken care of properly (no other reason, he's simply concerned for his client). pickles gets out of surgery, he's busted up real bad but he'll heal just fine the doctors say as long as he rests properly and keeps off his feet. easier said than done when it comes to pickles, and just a few days later charles swings by the apartment to see, to his horror, that pickles has drugged himself up and is trying to "walk it off" and still practice drums with the full kit. the others, it seems, are perfectly fine with pickles' attempts to do this.

in the interest of the band's future, pickles' leg needs to heal properly. he needs rest, relaxation, healthy meals. so charles does the only thing he can think of that will keep pickles safe from himself: he invites pickles to stay with him until he recovers.

of course pickles makes a terribly messy roommate and complains every step of the way, and charles is strict almost beyond reason. they end up getting into a huge argument about it, and charles finally breaks down and admits that no he's not doing this to make pickles' life miserable or teach him a lesson about wandering drunk through the streets, it's because he CARES about him damnit!

charles freezes, certain he's overstepped every boundary he's ever set for himself professionally and personally, and then pickles just sniffles, smiles, and says, "you...really care about me, charlie?" ;~;

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"Y" is for Years of Friendship First - NATEGAAR

i mean...this has to be nategaar, right?

they've been fast friends ever since skwisgaar auditioned for dethklok, when nathan and magnus and murderface all looked at each other and went "YUP" simultaneously. the two of them just vibed. maybe it was nathan's penchant for short, easily-digestible words and phrases, and skwisgaar's minimal english at the time. magnus and murderface were both wordy motherfuckers, and skwisgaar would normally tune them out. but talking to nathan, or even not talking at all, always came easy. and musically they were so aligned nathan thought magnus was jealous.

bandmates came and went. years passed. so much happened, so much changed. the near-breakup of dethklok, the events of doomstar, the takedown of salacia. the dust settled. dethklok was no more, the spell of their success broken, their god powers depleted, sacrificed in the final battle.

nathan still makes music. he has to. it's not quite as angry and dire as the stuff he used to write, but he likes it. and skwisgaar likes it, which feels like the most important thing. for some reason, when the others all went their separate ways to live their lives apart from the band, nathan and skwisgaar couldn't leave each other. at first nathan told himself it a professional thing. they were just so accustomed to making music together, so of course they'd want to keep doing that. but they eventually realize they're spending all their time together even outside of working on the music. and nathan's slowly moving into skwisgaar's house. and sleeping over a lot. and helping skwisgaar make breakfast. and if they hug a lot it's just because they're such awesome friends. and if they kiss a little, well, guys in europe kiss all the time, right? who cares.

a couple years later, when nathan's mother jokes that he should visit and "bring that husband of yours with you", the two of them look at each other and realize... oh. ohhh.

[zwiezraczek]

Hey!! I looove your writing and was wondering if you can do 12, 14 & 16 of your blurb prompts she/her with four, but like they’re teammates and they got something going on and one finds out about it?:)

Parkouring Between Ghosts [Blurb]

12. "Please, don't do that ever again." 14. "You need a hug, I shall provide." 16. "This wasn't planned at all." // You are teammates with Four, even something more, but One finds out about it...

How ironical that Eight and Four were the two parkour experts. One insisted on “hiring” after Four showed you a video of you, winning the Chase Tag competition in London last year. In less than five seconds, you caught the guy you were chasing, with agility and precision, the right way of thinking and intelligence. Thanks to you, your team was Champion of the World in the discipline, and that made you proud. And One thought it could be an advantage to the Ghosts, having two parkour experts would allow you more range and more freedom in movements. And somehow, you ended up dying, bad landing off a building as your comrades went down to find you, they couldn't. Nobody could find you, and so, you died.

You clicked with Four pretty quickly, for obvious reasons and began to train together, on the abandoned planes, in the desert and in the haunted houses around your living space. Lazily, you spent most of the time with your head on his lap as you sat on the couch in the common living room, listening to One's plans and new destinations for missions, which always thrilled you both because you used to sneak out to jump from building to building,together, laughing as you sat on the edge and looked at the city, Queen and King of the city, you used to say as Four smoked a cigarette and laughed too. From there, everything spiraled pretty quickly towards a friendship with benefits, which wasn't bad at all.

It especially began after a party you all went to, after a successful mission: Three found the right place and brought you all there – even One. And little they all knew, but you were a party animal, dancing and drinking were your favorite activities during a party, along flirting and getting drinks from strangers. And with Four by your side, you felt comfortable and not threatened, because you knew he would protect you somehow, because you would do the same for him. And because you drank, you got drunk pretty quickly, and pretty clingy too and Four had to prevent you from dancing with this man right there, because he smelt the rat. So he came up to you, taking you by the hand, and putting it around his neck as you began to giggle a bit.

“I wanna hug you,” you chanted, alcohol aromas in your voice.

“If you need a hug, I shall provide,” he replied, pulling you closer to him as you buried your face in his neck.

“You so cute, I'd kiss you,” you admitted after a long moments of your head resting in his shoulder.

“If you were sober, I'd kiss you too,” he teased you, ruffling gently your hair as you pouted.

“Kiss me tomorrow then,” you replied confidently looking into his eyes, yours shining under these purple lights.

But he didn't kiss you on the next day, even if he wanted to. He knew you were drunk last night, and your hangovered face reminded him how little you perhaps remembered from last night. But you did remember what he said to you, and gifted him with lovely glares when nobody paid attention to it, smiled sheepishly, and became more tactile than usual when One was speaking about the next move – your hands were more often around his neck as he sat on the chair, and you hugged him from behind, your hand looking more for his, your fingers caressing lazily his forearm. Nobody notices these soft attentions, as you usually are clingy around him, and others too – but less. You could feel Fours goosebumpsas you touched him, see them as you smiled, and feel the same butterflies in your stomach he felt too. And you craved for these lips, right here, right now, in front of them all. You didn't care, you wanted to kiss him as badly as you wanted, needed it, yesterday in the club.

At the end of the meeting, both of you went to this "haunted" house, to practice parkour together, as usual, nobody found it really alarming when both of you were gone for a long time, together, alone. And you used that free time to pin him against the wall of this house, looking at him as he lowered his head to look at you, all flustered.

“I'm sober right now,” you stated looking at him, fluttering your eyelashes, “you can kiss me now.”

“What,” he asked, more surprised than he ever was, hoping that he was dreaming somehow, or that he would wake up.

“I said kiss me Four,” you repeated, standing on tiptoe to reach his lips.

He didn't hesitate twice. As you expected, he put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, your hands going on his jaw as you passionately kissed him. Hands wandering in his hair, on his neck, before you both gasped, looking for air as your foreheads touched.

“For a parkour expert, you chickened out pretty quickly,” you teased him, still catching your breath, a smile on your face.

“Fuck off Eight,” he replied, “I”m not the type of guy to kiss a drunk girl.”

“I was sober for the whole day today,” you said, before he bit your lips.

“That was the goddamn problem, I never know what you remember or not after a wasted party.”

“I do remember you.”

“This wasn't planned at all,” you hissed as Five sew your wounded body – again.

Your middle name was apparently “reckless”, Four commented as he sat on the ground. You wanted to finish this mission as soon as possible, and this was how you didn't stuck to the original plan you had with Four. Now, you were grounded for a few weeks by Five, unable to train with Four now. Great. You had to jump off that building, and fall down as the men tried to shoot you down, thankfully Four attracted them towards Seven so he could shoot them down. But as you fell, you didn't break anything, you just fell on a fence, opening one of your sides and bleeding. To death, as Five later added pressing some fabric against your wound as Four looked at you on the backseat of the car.

“You never plan anything,” he replied, bitter, “and here you are, hissing and screaming because you're wounded, again,” he groaned finally.

“Shut up,” you complained before hissing again as Five pulled the string harder. “Thanks for repairing me Five.”

“Pleasure.” She winked as cleaned the sewing delicately. “Four, be nice and grab your Chaste Tag reckless Champion to her trailer so she doesn't have to walk please.”

“Your words are my command,” he said as he got up and carried you out of the place, and when you were far enough from the others he looked at you, rolling his eyes. “You reckless stupid thing, don't you ever scare me like this.” He wanted to kiss you, but he feared somebody noticing you.

“I'll consider it next time, only if you give me a good reason,” you teased him, but deeply you knew that one, if you were injured you weren't able to do parkour and two you were a burdento the team. Two things you did hate. But for the sake of teasing, this answer was gold. And Four's reaction even better.

“Don't you tempt me.”

You did tempt him, one time, after a meeting in the Ghosts room as everybody left the place and only the two of you remained, looking at the plan of the city you were going in. He hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at the plan, carelessly.

“We really need to know that,” he asked you, almost annoyed.

“We do Four, or one of us will die, I may be reckless but I'm not completely stupid you know,” you answered, putting your index on his nose. “Besides, I don't want to bury you for real or whatever.”

“Not happening,” he said, making you turn around to face you, before pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours. A chaste kiss turning into passion. Your hands on his cheek, his hand in your hair.

“Oh,” you heard from behind you. One entered the room, probably looking for something he left and there he found the two of you, making out. Damnit. “Millenials you... Gross, absolutely gross. I hate it, I hate it,” he complained, a hand before his eyes as he advanced towards you and the table. “Please, don't to that ever again, not in front of my holly eyes. Get a room, or whatever, oh, gross, worse than Two and Three. I'm disgusted andflabbergasted,” his disgusted tone making the two of you split for a moment, Four letting you go and making a step back.

“Flabber what,” you asked, your eyes wandering from One to Four.

“Lack of vocabulary but knowing how to play with tongue: classic millenials,” One concluded as you felt absolutely lost.

“You're not mad,” Four asked, frowning in surprise.

“I'm dead, you're dead, we're dead, I told you the rules, Two and Three broke the rules,” he concluded sadly before grabbing a folder on the table. “I also told you to not reveal your names but as soon as Seven showed up his little nose you all revealed your names so, at this point, I'm not mad or surprised, just... Disappointed,” he stated.

“You know each other's names,” you exclaimed looking at Four who rose his shoulders in defeat, “and I'm not even in this privileged circle!”

“Talk with Four, he'll maybe reveal your some things other than his tongue. I'm gonna head out, so excuse me”, he pursued as he began to walk towards the door.

“And we're the millenials here,” Four said as One left the room without any reply.

“You,” you said pointing at Four. “I hope your name is fucking hideous because if you hid it from me it better be.”

[moist-astronaut]

things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

 "He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

[dreamteammemes]

Miscellaneous Brandon Rogers Quotes

Go get em ____! You’re Mama’s little champ!

Oh no ____, he sucks.

It’s faster if you roll!

Jesus, these are fucking CUTE.

Shit, my baby is french fries.

These french fries are a baby.

ROLL FASTER!!!

WHO’S READY FOR SECOND DINNER?

No time for Granola bars!!!!

Fuck it! We’ll just have to move breakfast to lunch and move lunch to dinner, everyone grab a coffee because dinner’s happening at 3 in the morning!

No you can’t have milk on Taco Tuesday!!

Diagnose me, ______

The kids put me in the Dino costume! and then they put me in the pool!

Evacuate the KITCHEN!!!

Hi, I’m just practicing!

I’m gonna get your fucking grandma.

I’m gonna start a rumor about myself!

Hi take some makeup and Vodka for the road!

I went through your emails and read all your lies.

*gasp* ____’s dead.

I’d like to see that bitch uninvite me to their funeral.

Maybe they can help us with our bedroom jamboree!

There’s seven seas, you dumb whore.

They don’t get a goodbye!

They’re my treasures and they keep me from ending it all!

THAT’S IT. I’M REARRANGING THE FURNITURE.

This is a place of silence.

I’m not sure why this is hanging up here. She’s dead now.

The squirrel got away!

Apparently I’ve hired nothing but assholes!

Working out was a bad choice!

God damnit, _____, I’m walking through a fucking fountain right now.

When the fuck did we get to _____?

Put that Candy back I’m not buying you all that mess.

That mouse owns somebody.

I can see Pinocchio and he is telling the truth.

I want to hit you in the face as hard as I can, and I don’t want to do that!

If there is a hell I hope he’s not there with me.

Move, I’m gay!

[sarahjxcobs]

Y’all I saw  Bandstand last night

Warning this is literally 7 pages worth of writing so long post ahead 

Where do I even begin oh god

Ok so first off the Jacobs theater is absolutely stunning

Like wow

So we were sitting right orchestra like row H or something

We were pretty close to the stage

ThE sTaGe

Oh god it was beautiful

Like the drum kit was so nice

Generally the stage set up was fantastic

Ok so we’re waiting for the show to begin when I hear a group of girls who were sitting behind us freaking out

I couldn’t really hear what they were saying except I heard one of them say something like “Anthony Rapp is here”

I was like holy shit

That ain’t true

Then my friend leans over all excited

She was like “Did you hear them? Anthony Rapp and Lin Manuel Miranda are here!”

I was like HoLy SHIt  

Then a minute for so later I look behind us and there he is

Two rows behind me

Anthony fucking Rapp

Mark Cohen was there

So i’m like freaking the fuck out

Because well

It’s fucking Anthony Rapp

I got into like panic mode

Then all the light go off

Holy shit

Lighting

I’ve said this before but just a reminder

I”M A HOE FOR GOOD LIGHTING

Just like it was before starts off with a bunch of booms and flashes of lights

It’s intense my dude

Donny is yelling at everyone

There's guys running everywhere

Julia is also on stage during this part

She’s looking all cute and happy putting some flowers into a vase

Julia moves the the middle of the stage and one of the guys goes with her

He salutes Julia and she just fucking collapses to the floor

She starts sobbing

It’s completely heartbreaking because you realize that was when she was told about Michael

The Donny moves to the front of the stage when the music changes and the other guys come out in a different uniform and Donny’s like

It’s over

It’s actually over

Then the music changes again and so do all the costumes

My girl Carleigh Bettiol

She’s so beautiful omg

Corey Cott is so cute

All the costumes are so nice like I want one

Donald Novitski

Somebody let this boy sleep

Somebody also give this boy a job

When he yells “GET OUT” it’s really upsetting

Like you don’t really understand it but like he looks so sad

“He’s got a baby face” Yeah so does Corey

Donny tries to get into a fist fight with the club owner who won’t hire him

Donny gets beat up because of this

Don’t beat up Donny please

The PTSD attack Donny has at his piano is so intense

Wow

Corey is such a good actor

I love Donny Novitski

The song

Well also the character

Corey does this little shimmy while singing and it’s really cute

CREAMEEE RISEEEEES

Corey’s little laugh after talking about Frank Sinatra is so pure

The fake

“HE’S SO FLAT UGH”

Donny takes off his button up and is walking around in a white tank top

God that boy looks good

The last rise note

It’s so good

So good

Jimmy aw

Jimmy’s so cute

“I would fire the kid if we wasn’t a player”

Donny runs in

“You can’t be in here. We’re not open yet”

“The back door is”

Donny just tells Jimmy he was friends with Michael and makes Jimmy play a song as he starts playing the piano

I live for playing instruments live on stage

Everyone calls Michael Rubber and it’s funny  

“ He’s better than anyone...when he’s not high…”

“Jesus”

“He’s army too”

“I’ll take my chances!”

“WOAH! He plays at the Rio??”

“No. He drinks there”

Davey is just telling stupid jokes at the bar

So Donny joins in

“ What does an accordion and Hitler have in common”

Oh god Donny

“ One perpetrated years of oppression and humiliation on Polish people and the other one is Hitler”

Davey reads Shakespeare

I love Davey

Nick is a teacher and absolutely hates it

Nick you’re such a bad teacher

Johnny is my favorite

He’s so pure

Ain’t we proud is such a  good song

Donny and Julia finally meet

“Aren’t you a little old for ding dong ditch?”

“Well are you gonna come here or am I gonna have to keep yelling down the street”

Julia invites Donny over for dinner

Every single time Laura starting singing I got chills

Julia’s mom is great

“The paprika shaker lid fell off”

Donny and Julia are going through pictures of Michael and Donny during the war

“We just got off the ship and i’m already ready tan because well, I’m Italian”

“ Michael is Polish so the boys boiling”

Michael was called Rubber because his last name was Trojan HAHA

Julia is a church singer

So ofc Donny shows up to church to hear he sing

She sings like a goddess

Donny is like ‘Holy shit’

So Donny invites Julia to see the Donny Novitski band

While their performing Donny like pressures Julia into singing at the set

First steps first is so slow at first then Donny is like guys speed it up

Davey is like thank god and rocks the bass

“Oh all I could do is teach the children at church”

“Don’t teach”

Donny changes his name to Donny Nova

Julia gets mad at Donny about something he said

He talks to her at her job the next day and fix everything

So Julia joins the band

Breathe is one of my favorite songs

“THEN I’M BREAKING THE RULE WAYNE”

The proud and tall part is my favorite

Donny and Julia are so cute

“Haha Hornagraphy”

I cried at the end of Breathe

You deserve it is such a bop

The dancing is so good

Davey stands on his bass while playing it

Julia gives Donny a book of poems she writes

And he turns one into a song for her to sing

So they sing Love will come and find me for the band competition

They get through and it’s so great

But then are told that the travel and hotel expenses for New York is all gonna have to come from them

That’s a lot of money that the band does not have

Davey gets pisses the fuck off and is rolling up his sleeves and I honestly thought he was gonna fight someone

He did not

But Donny has a really intense PTSD attack

Like the boy completely collapses and is shaking so badly

Yet again a great example as to why Corey Cott is such a good actor

So Julia runs over to him

But everyone freezes and Donny starts singing Right this way

Slowly everyone starts moving again

It’s a really tense moment

So all the boys and Julia get together and decide to book as many gigs as they can because god damnit they are going to New York

Nobody

So good

Back at it again with the amazing dancing

The costumes are so nice

Julia sings upside down at one point and it’s amazing

My queen Laura Osnes is amazing

Johnny’s drumming part was cute

This is such an iconic song

The boys are back

They’re going to new york

Johnny is drumming on Davey’s bass as Davey downs an entire bottle of beer

Wayne’s wife left him so he moves in with Nick

Julia and Donny are at her house and they’re just talking it’s real cute

Julia picks up a ukulele and starts playing I got a theory

Donny joins her and it's cute

God I love these two

They all get so excited when they get offered the extra cash

Johnny the mathematician

“I am not suffering from what some people call alcoholism….I’m LOVING EVERY MOMENT OF IT”

Davey puts his hat on Julia

Julia’s red dress is so cute

Julia gets fired from her job because she wanted to take off to go to New York

Her father left her mom and her

Donny tells Julia everything

Michael and Donny were in a trench when they threw two grenades but Donny dropped his and couldn’t find it in time

Donny got out before it exploded but Michael didn’t

Julia stops coming to gigs and is avoiding the band

Everything happens is such a good song

Julia’s mom loves her so much

Julia talks to Donny and they sort things out

She wrote a poem about the boys during the war

And gives it to Donny

The second she said that she wrote something

I started crying

Because I knew

I knew Welcome Home was starting

I love Welcome Home

It’s my favorite song

So I cried a lot

THe dancing during the instrumental part of welcome home made me cry because it’s so beautiful

ALSO

I DID NOT KNOW WELCOME HOME ROMANTIC WAS IN THE SHOW

I THOUGHT IT WAS A DELETED SONG

BUT THEN SHE WAS SINGING AND SAID HERO INSTEAD OF BOYS

I STARTED CRYING SO HARD

OH MY GOD

When I first heard the romantic version I figured it was about Michael but I seriously think about her writing it to Donny now

Anyway the band ends up not having to pay for New York and it’s great

THE COSTUME CHANGES

I know we always talk about Laura’s but omg Corey’s

He looks so good

Then queen Laura does the spin chance and it's amazing

Johnny looks so good

The train scene is really cool

I love that Julia calls Donny kid

I love how Davey says in my life

Get Davey to a nightclub

Donny loosen up a bit

So Donny walks Julia back to her hotel room

They kiss and honestly it was so pure

I love them

“What a prick”

So the Donny Nova band is performing as the finale of the contest

But the day of the show Jimmy was reading over a paper that the company made Donny sign

It basically says that if they go out there and perform then the company owns their song and can do whatever they want with it

The band gets pissed the fuck off

Like they are mad

But like they still wanna do something

So Donny is like ‘ Julia do you remember every original word to welcome home’

She says yes but if they sing that then they could get blacklisted

They do it anyway

“What I feel for you Julia is true”

Donny and Julia kiss

Welcome home finale

Oh boy

I BAWLED LIKE A BABY

Like I don’t think i’ve ever cried so much in my life

It’s such a powerful song

My parents and friend made fun of me for sobbing

I was a wreck

The epilogue is fantastic

The Donny Nova Band won the competition

They all go to see the movie their song was in

It was a bad movie

Two fans see the band at the end and one girl fucking jumps on Wayne

It’s so funny

God I love this show so much

I cried for another ten minutes after the show because this show deserves so much better

Why the fuck is this closing tomorrow

OK SO AFTER THE SHOW

I got a picture with Anthony Rapp and he is honestly so cute

“Where are you two from?” “New Jersey” “Ohhhhhh”

I was having trouble opening my phone camera and just

Anthony laughs and was like “You gotta get that ready. You gotta be prepared!” 

And “You know you could just slide up and have the camera” “I know but it’s not working” “Oh I see”  

Not much happened at stage door so whatever

Except I tweeted out to Carleigh the other day asking if she could stage door and she liked my tweet

Guess what

My girl pulled through and came out

I love her

So we’re driving home and I check twitter

Lin Manuel Miranda was also at the show

But not only that

My boy

The love of my life

Ben Fankhauser was there too

And I missed him

I’m so upset about that

I literally cried for 30 minutes because I didn’t see him

But anyway Bandstand was amazing and I love it

[crimes-wears-goggles]

Sore Loser

Fandom: Undertale

Characters: Undyne character study with a bit of Asgore and Undyne father-daughter fluff and some Alphyne

Length: 4227 Words

Summary: Undyne ran away. She had never run away before, let alone from a child. In the aftermath of her defeat and just before a fateful cooking lesson, Undyne sorts through her thoughts. Also she plays piano.

I missed Undyne Appreciation Week but my life is an UNDYNE APPRECIATION LIFE so by God I am getting this up here. Here you go, character study going over what was going through Undyne’s head after she loses to Frisk on the pacifist route but before the cooking lesson. If you enjoy it, please be sure to let me know!

I have included a headcanon here about Undyne finding and meeting the Yellow human soul before meeting Frisk. I know I don't have game evidence to support or deny it, it's just my headcanon. If it doesn't match your particular headcanon... well, you were warned, maybe don't complain? It's very easy to ignore anyway.

Can you guess which songs Undyne is playing on the piano? It's preeeetty obvious, haha.

Link to A03 or you can read it below

She had never run away before.

Fortunately, Undyne had always been good at running. The instant the heat of Hotland faded, she was off like a shot. Her feet pounded against the cooling stone of Waterfall, the cacophony of her heavy armor and the whistle of her breath joining the percussion. Cliffs, stalactites and stone passed by in a wet blur. The darker rooms passed by before she even noticed them, her movements so quick she barely registered a flicker of blue light from mushrooms and crystals. She stumbled only once, twisting her ankle in the damp grass. Undyne cursed as she slowed, taking in the sight of lit pathways where there should have been shadow.

That thing had been here and they hadn't even had the decency to turn out the lights when they left. They’d just waltzed right on through her territory, through her home, and she’d been powerless to stop them. That was way worse than a twisted ankle.

So she kept running, because that was all she could do.

Undyne squeezed her eyes shut and ran once more. She’d always bragged she could run the entirety of Waterfall blindfolded and now was the time to prove it. It was just another workout, just a push to see if she could get a faster mile. All focus went to the motion of her arms and legs, the push and pull of her muscles. Gills flared as her breath burned in her lungs, set her chest aflame. Her ponytail flared behind her like a comet. She ran and ran and all too quickly she was bursting through her own front door. Her boots clanked as she stumbled into the main room, her own feet seemingly confused.

Breathe in. Breathe out. She paced back and forth for a moment. There was a routine to follow after her shift, and she needed to follow it. Soldiers followed the routine and she was still a soldier.

A few strands of sweat slicked hair clung to her face, obscured her good eye. Undyne ignored them, slammed a cupboard open with such force that her entire house shook. The glass in her hand clinked against her armor as she thrust it under the faucet. She downed three glasses of lukewarm tap water with sloppy enthusiasm, ignoring the way some of it dribbled down her front. Finally she let out a long breath and slammed the glass onto the countertop.

Undyne then turned her attention to her armor. She grit her teeth as she pushed shaking fingers to move, undid clasps and buckles with quick jerks. Off went the armor, cast to the floor in a pile of gleaming metal and sweat. Her arms and legs shivered as if they’d lost a security blanket. She watched her own limbs betray her, felt something catch in her throat.

Follow the routine, soldier.

She dropped into a series of stretches. Legs, abs, arms, shoulders, back. Extra attention went to her dominant arm, which screamed with each movement-- apparently she’d pulled something. An easy enough fix with food and a bit of rest, but in this case the insult was worse than the injury. It should have been the fight of her life, and all Undyne had to show for it was wounded pride and a pulled shoulder.

Sharp teeth ground together against the thought as she stomped into her tiny bathroom. She very nearly tore the shower nozzle off in her haste to turn it on, jerking the mechanism as far toward ‘hot’ as it would go. The act of shucking sweat soaked clothes was a mindless one. Without something physical to really focus on, her brain wouldn’t take the damn hint to shut up.

Undyne had fought two humans in total. The first had come shortly after she’d become Captain of the Royal Guard.That battle had cost the newly promoted Undyne her eye, though it was the trail of dust in their wake that really got to her. The memory of eyes shadowed beneath a ragged old cowboy hat and a gleaming pistol in an unwavering hand would stay with her forever. “For the others” was the mantra, and the most frustrating part was how easily Undyne had understood with the dust under her boots. There had been only one option. A human could not be allowed to make it all the way to the CORE ever again and from that day forward, Undyne had tried to make sure of it. She’d restructured the whole Royal Guard system, hired a whole team of new sentries and guards to train. She would be the hero she always wanted to be, the Justice that creature demanded with their last breath.

And of course that hadn’t mattered at all, because a human got through anyway. Her royal guard had been reduced to a pack of overexcited house pets. Her worst sentry behaved as expected. Papyrus had befriended the human. None of this was surprising, most monsters didn't have a truly violent bone in their body-- sometimes they didn't even have bones at all. It was still frustrating. Why did Papyrus even want to be a member of the Royal Guard with this kind of pedigree?

Undyne grimaced as she tugged red hair out of its ponytail, allowing it to cascade down her back and into her face. That kind of thinking had never gotten her anywhere and it wouldn't help now. All she had to do was press forward like always, keep following the routine, and that meant taking a damn shower. She stepped into the wall of steam and scalding water. Hotland was difficult because of the dryness of it, but boiling water? Sign Undyne the fuck up, even if it meant she’d have to drink a gallon of cold water to compensate later. The steaming spray pounded against her scales like an attack, beating against knots in her muscles and scouring off sweat and slime. She inhaled deeply, letting the steam and heat wash over her.

This was fine. She was fine. She was great, because Undyne was always great, could never be anything but great. She was Captain of the Royal Guard, hand chosen by King Asgore himself. She’d been mentored by Gerson, the Hammer of Justice. So maybe she wasn't the best at tactics and she'd placed her forces wrong, that wasn't a surprise! She’d always been better at taking something head on than leaving it to somebody else, to say nothing of things like her puzzle “skills”. Sure, she was gonna have to have some words with her troops, she was gonna have to tighten up the ship. If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself, and that was fine, because no one was a better yourself than her! That was fine, every blow she received in battle was a lesson, pain was just something to build upon and that would be the case for the Royal Guard. After all, they’d need to be better for the war!

Right. The war. She let out a hiss through clenched teeth as she scrubbed at the dirt clinging to a bruise. If this whole situation was any indication, the Royal Guard was completely unprepared. Maybe her boys up in Hotland would have a better shot, but that was still only a few soldiers against all of humanity. She felt her stomach drop at the idea of sending the dogs out in any sort of actual battle-- before she’d been confident, but now she wasn’t so sure. If the barrier broke today, and it was still possible that it might, they would lose the coming war for certain. Especially if all of humanity was as good at freaking dodging as that kid was...

Blue fingers clenched into fists of her own hair, Undyne’s growl echoing against steam-clouded tile. She’d been expecting the fight of her life, something to match the epic battles she’d seen in Alphys’ history videos. Nothing had gone right. She’d trailed the child for hours through the marsh with nothing good to report beyond a few nicks with her spears and a now missing part of the docks. Her heroic speech before the final stand? She’d totally blanked on it. The expected back and forth exchange between hero and villain, trading barbs of wit with their blows? Her opponent had been silent! The memory of the seventh child dancing around her attacks was the worst part, small feet stepping exactly where her spear wasn't like they’d practiced for it. The dusty tutu was the cherry on top of the whole sick joke.

All of that training for nothing. All that strength behind her spear, and what did it matter if the blow never connected? Sure, the clash had been something, the way each attack would shudder its way up her arms when two spears connected, but it wasn’t a fair fight if her opponent never actually fought back! All that buildup and in the end, she’d blown it.

“DAMNIT!” She roared, slamming her fist into the shower wall. Tile crumbled under the blow, the dust collagiating into mud under the shower spray. Fingers flexed, her knuckles were bruised but it wasn't the worst collateral damage of her biweekly forced remodeling. At least she hadn't put a hole in the wall again. She’d fix it later.

The shower spray made quick work of the new mess clinging to her scales. In return, she didn’t tear the nozzle from the wall when she tugged it off. She toweled off quickly, her aggravation so great she only gave her favorite sushi towel (a gift from Alphys) a cursory moment of admiration. By the time she’d pulled on new jeans and a tank top, her blood was all but boiling.

“Stupid kid,” She cursed as she tugged her damp hair back into its customary ponytail, not even bothering to really comb it out.. Thinking of the fight had been a mistake, her adrenaline was back now and it didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon. There was an equally angry training dummy outside for just such a purpose, but her muscles disagreed with that idea. Her entire body felt drained from the fight, all the adrenaline did was make her feel jittery and emphasize the shaking in her limbs.

“Damnit, damnit, damnit,” Undyne grumbled as she paced through the main room. An expired energy bar and more tap water did nothing to ease the jitters, just made her feel trapped. A walk, maybe? Undyne glanced at the clock-- nope, she only had a bit of time before Papyrus’ cooking lesson, and he was never late. Her piano sat invitingly in the corner, beckoning her. How dare it, didn’t it now now wasn’t the time for music? If anything, she should have been making phone calls, giving her so-called royal guard what for, telling them…

The piano invited her once more. Grumbling under her breath, Undyne stomped over. In rebellion to its polite beckoning she sat down rather hard, crossing muscled arms before herself. She didn’t feel like playing, and why would she? She’d lost. She’d built up so much and she’d failed, she hadn’t been able to land a hit on a child who couldn’t even be bothered to fight back. She’d...

Breath drained in a long, hard line from her chest as webbed fingers traced across battered wood. This was the third piano Undyne had owned since getting her own place, the other two had been lost in some unfortunate cooking accidents. Number three was technically an interesting amalgamate of the remains of pianos one and two, a gift from Alphys. Absurd to be on piano number three, but well, Undyne was just kind of hard on everything she owned. Her clothes lasted only a few months before wear and tear went from “sweet punk style” to “Undyne, please that is not socially appropriate”, and that wasn’t even touching her “remodeling” fund. The danger Undyne posed on her surroundings really suggested she shouldn’t be anywhere near something as potentially delicate as a piano. Undyne loved playing enough to find the constant loss worth it, though.

The space beside her on the bench seemed large but not empty, the space tinted by memories of King Asgore in that very spot. Absently, Undyne’s fingers hovered shakily over the keys, then lightly tapped four in quick succession. C, D, C, G. Undyne took in a deep breath as she continued to tap out the first song the King had taught her, a light and simple tune that spoke of memories. She would never forget the day he’d taught it to her-- this was back when she’d been quite young and was still prone to mischief. Gerson had escorted her scuffed knees and excuses to visit her new mentor and she’d been… indignant, to put it mildly. After all, how was she supposed to learn to fight if she didn’t get in as many scuffles as possible to practice her new skills, and besides, the other kids were jerks and deserved it!

She thought for sure she’d be in trouble, but the King had simply smiled and suggested they find a better way for a little soldier to channel her energy. His paw engulfed her small hand as he lead her down the hallway of his home to a room that seemed to be “under renovations”, and had quickly dusted off an old piano so she could sit at it. Undyne had grumbled and sniffed, because what did this have to do with fighting? “Dexterity and focus,” Asgore had replied simply. “Now watch me, little one.”

Undyne had been enraptured instantly by the sound, finned ears perking up as she listened. She watched her King’s face take on a sad, wistful smile as he played, watched large fingers deftly glide across keys in a way no one would have expected. Instantly, she’d been determined to do the same, clamouring to slam her tiny hands on the keys and letting out frustrated grumbles when they failed to draw out the same sweet tones.

“Now now, my child, just relax,” Asgore had hummed, reaching out to gently stop her pounding. “Music is not about brute force, It is about care and focus, which take time to learn.” He’d carefully guided her through the notes, gently running her through the names for each key and what they meant. Undyne was hooked-- she couldn’t remember all the names, sure, and she didn’t quite get what half of the terms meant. But feeling, the sound, the way it vibrated through her, the way the King’s face would change when he heard the song… that, she could get behind.

Undyne put the same energy into learning to play the piano that she did her physical training, and within a week or so she had mastered the simple tune. Asgore cried like a baby, which had been weird, but all attempts to get the King to say what was wrong just got a shake of his head. “It is nothing. You... remind me of someone with a similar disposition. I am happy to pass the memory on once again.” He’d reached out to pat her head and she’d swelled with pride. Undyne never understood the whole “crying” thing, but she was all about making Asgore proud.

Undyne practiced piano every day after that, though, to be honest, she never got particularly good at it. Even at her best, Undyne was simply not known for being careful. She made up for it in sheer passion and Asgore was too kind to really comment on it. He did give her some waterlogged sheet music, but that quickly became a dusty fixture of her room-- those straight lines and squiggly symbols meant nothing to Undyne, she learned best with the sound reverberating in her ears and up her arms. That could only get her so far, but piano was a hobby, unlike the fighting that was quickly becoming her life.

Asgore happily indulged her newfound passion. However, he only knew a few songs aside from the first he’d taught her, and of the few he taught he was rather rusty. “I am sorry,” he murmured as thick fingers stumbled over keys again. “To be honest, my wife was always the better musician.” His copper eyes would then be lost to memories and his bitter smile. These moments always left the young Undyne feeling stranded and alone on the piano bench, watching her King sink somewhere she could never follow.

Shortly into their training together, Undyne had noticed the differences in that smile. She’d watch the way it didn’t meet his eyes, notice the way he’d occasionally wince in pain at her childish laughter as if it physically hurt. His thick shoulders always seemed bent inward, tugged downward by the weight of the mountain above him. Sometimes they would relax a fraction, loosening as he watered his plants, as he spoke warmly with friends and subjects over a cup of tea, as he sat with her on the piano bench or in the dirt after a particularly rough training session. But the mountain was always on her king, an unavoidable, crushing fact.

The keys beneath her fingers became weighted and heavy as the tune changed to a song Undyne had heard Asgore play time and again. It was something regal, something that started slow and powerful that spoke of Mountain Kings. Then abruptly she was pounding on the keys, slamming out something fast and intense. Undyne remembered hearing the song echoing down the hallway in the King’s new home, something so impressive it had knocked the breath from her preteen lungs. An epic struggle in every note, the weight of every monster’s hopes and dreams, a sound that tossed back and forth as if in battle. Some internal struggle she could not even begin to understand, a slower, quieter bridge that spoke of the loss in her King’s smile.

Undyne bit her lip as she missed several notes in quick succession. She’d only heard Asgore’s song a few times and felt honored to know it at all. She’d never quite been able to play it in full without messing up a note or two. The notes seemed physical expression of a weight that was her King’s alone to carry, and in spite of her best efforts, her fingers could not keep up with it.

A few missed keys at the bridge turned the song into a garbled mess. “I just wanted to help,” She grumbled. It wasn’t right, her sitting here playing the stupid piano while that little brat marched closer and closer to her King. It was no secret that the deaths of the six fallen humans before weighed on Asgore significantly. If she had just won, she could have saved him some of that pain. After all this time he’d trusted her with so much and Undyne had gone and blown it. It wasn’t right.

“NGYAAAAAH!” Fingers slammed into the keys so hard the piano shook from the blow. Undyne's hands moved to their own beat now, s pounding roar that almost spoke more to a trumpet than piano keys. It was the tune that suited her best, a battle theme that spoke of a rolling ship on the waves of an imagined sea. The song was her, the Spear of Justice, loyal soldier marching on with her power and might, sheer unbridled passion that shook the instrument under her hands. She howled as she played, raw anger leaving her in a mess of vowels and snarls.

It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair! She wasn’t supposed to lose and it wasn’t even a real loss! She hadn’t been beaten into the dirt, her aches and bruises were self inflicted from over-extension! She hadn’t faced a villain, it had been some wimp who couldn’t be bothered to fight back and that was the worst insult. All her training and she wasn’t even worth fighting? What the hell!!? All that she’d learned about humans being the enemy, all the wishes she overheard from echo flowers and yet...

Her fingers moved on their own to a high,clear set of notes. Her song was no longer triumphant, it was something more desperate. It rose and fell with her voice, notes thundering down in a stormy downpour. They’d be trapped underground for who knew how long if the kid made it past Asgore, and if they didn’t make it past Asgore he’d know she failed. Of course, Asgore would never think less of her, Undyne doubted he had it in him to really think less of anybody. She wasn’t so sure he’d even give the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” face. Her orders, in retrospect, had just been to capture the human and escort them to the castle. Given the choice, her King would rather take the burden himself than make someone else get their hands dirty.

The song slowed to a quiet, soft melody as Undyne chewed at her lip. The song was surprisingly quiet and light, something no one would have expected, the dirge of a people longing for the sun. Her eye burned, something heavy and awful weighed in her throat and wasn’t that just stupid? Here she was, the true heroine, fighting back tears over losing. But there was more to it-- she’d lost their chance to see the sun, but even now she wasn’t so sure it had been the right call. Sure, the child was a human, but they had yet to hurt a single monster. Hell, they’d refused to fight her, which in spite of running like a weenie, took some guts. And then of course there was the fact that she’d seen the human save that little brat from falling off the bridge with her own eye...

She’d always been taught that humans were the enemy of hopes and dreams. Today her opponent had not felt like an enemy. Her opponent had been an innocent, and was Undyne really a hero if she killed someone like that? Asgore may have been collecting human souls, but surely he wouldn’t take the soul of a good person. The protection of the innocent was why Undyne had been trained at all-- along with the chance to teach her some wicked sweet moves, of course. If she’d actually run the child through her spear today, if she’d watched the light fade away from someone who wouldn’t do the same if the roles were the roles reversed…

Undyne’s stomach twisted as her fingers finally stopped. She reached up to scrub the tears from her eye. What was she even doing? She would have had to do it, there was no choice, they had to get out there. The whole underground had been counting on her and now everyone would know she was a sham. So many people had believed in her, had looked up to her. Her own royal guard, those kids, Alphys… she’d even told Alphys to save the tape of her inevitable victory so they could watch it together! Had her best friend seen her lose?

Would Alphys have really wanted to see her win against somebody who wouldn’t fight back?

“...Nah,” Undyne murmured, a small smile coming to her face as she reached out to tap the keys again. Alphys deserved to see a fight for the history books, not that sorry story. If anything, Alphys would probably like the kid’s “hug it out” philosophy, it sounded like something from Mew Mew Kissy Cutie. She’d think it was great, inspiring even. Add this to the fact that Papyrus had already befriended the brat and Asgore’s many lessons on the concept of protecting the weak and innocent…

Laughter bubbled from her throat. Why was it everyone who mattered to her was a total chump? This was why Undyne had to be the strong one! Sometimes being strong meant losing with grace. So maybe she’d work on that.

A sigh escaped her lips as Undyne began to play again, a few light notes, a bouncy, odd rhythm. She’d heard Alphys humming it to herself while she worked, and when she’d pointed it out, Alphys had stuttered that it was just some dumb tune she’d heard somewhere. “Totally stupid, a-and it sounds really dumb when I sing it!” Undyne had been enraptured. She’d taken to putting the melody together herself, let it take on a passionate, determined march that eventually climbed to the point where Undyne was pounding on the keys once again. Her dear friend had teared up when she heard it, pulled off steaming glasses and wiped at her face.

“W-what’s this?” She stuttered.

“Well, it’s you, Al!” Undyne grinned as she pounded at the keys. “It’s your song.”

“O-oh...oh…” Alphys hugged herself, swiped at the tears on her face. “You make me sound so beautiful… t-there must be some mistake.”

No, definitely not, and Undyne grinned to herself as she slammed on the keys. She was Undyne, she didn’t make mistakes. If she said Alphys’ song was pretty, then it was. If she said the kid who had lead her all the way to Hotland, then given her water, if that kid was innocent… well, so be it. She called it how she saw it.

But it didn’t mean she had to like it.