my sister gets my reactions

Angels Choking On Their Halos

Anon: hey i love your blog and i was wondering if you please could write a one shot where you are Tyler Joseph’s younger sister and you and Josh Dun are secretly dating and then you’re having dinner with Tyler and Jenna. Tyler says something like “wow Y/N slow down you foodmonster, or else you’re just gonna choke” and then Josh says “oh it’s okay, she dosent have a gag reflex” You can write it how you like from there. ~ I understand if you don’t want to. Thanks~


(Y/N)’S POV

“(Y/N)!” Your brother calls from downstairs. You sigh, trying to quickly finish putting on makeup.  

It’s Sunday night and since last Sunday you all went over to Josh’s, this time dinner is at your house. This all seems fine since Tyler and Josh are best friends and you’re all good friends but for you, it was stressful. You and Josh have been dating for almost a month but you haven’t told Tyler. Josh is his best friend and you’re just scared about what he’ll think. On the contrary, Josh didn’t think it was a big deal and that Tyler would be completely okay with it but promised not to say anything until you were ready. You have to admit though, sneaking around was getting quite tiresome but you didn’t want to risk Tyler being upset.

You finish your eyeliner, dolling yourself up for Josh but not enough that Tyler would question it. After all it’s “just Josh”. You go downstairs to see what you can help out with. You see Tyler taking something out of the oven and Jenna trying to reach over him to stir something on the stove.

“Whaddaya need?” You ask.

“Can you set the table for me?” Jenna asks and you nod, grabbing the plates off the counter and going to set the table. No sooner than you began setting out the silverware, Josh comes through the front door.

“Hey!” He says, announcing his entrance. Tyler and Jenna look over from the kitchen and greet him, still scurrying around the kitchen.

“Sup!” Tyler yells, putting butter on the bread. Josh comes over to you and wraps his arms around your waist in a more-than-friendly hug.

“How ya doin, babe.” He whispers in your ear in a low husky voice.

You push him off you and wink before finishing setting the table. Soon enough, the food is brought out and everyone sits down at the table to eat.

You hadn’t eaten since breakfast so you were extremely hungry to say the least. You put bread on your plate and Jenna passes the spaghetti to you. You put a whole pile of it onto your plate and immediately begin to dig in. You’d finished half your plate of spaghetti while everyone was still eating bread.

“Woah, slow down there you little food monster. Jeez, you’re gonna choke.” Tyler chuckles. Your face goes red with embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t worry, she doesn’t have a gag reflex.” Josh smirks. You freeze, eyes wide. You drop your fork on your plate, the sound ringing in the silent moment. Before you can even begin to explain, Tyler stands and slams his fists on the table.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!?” He shouts, his chair nearly tipping over. Josh walks around the table to Tyler with his hands up in surrender.

“Woah, hey, calm down it was just a joke, Ty-” Tyler cuts him off angrily.

“Really? Because (Y/N)’s reaction sure didn’t seem like it!” You stand up with a hand over your mouth.

“LISTEN!” Josh sighs before continuing.

“I’m sorry okay, just- let’s talk it out, alright? But you need to calm down- ” Josh tries to reason with your brother but it was no use.

“No, I’m not gonna calm down because you’re FUCKING MY GOD DAMN SISTER!!” He shoves him back quite aggressively. Josh trips backwards, stumbling into a chair but not falling down. Jenna stands up, looking at the two worriedly but unsure of what to do.

“TYLER STOP IT! Leave him alone!” You scream at the top of your lungs. Tears stream down your face at the thought of the two of them getting into a physical fight. The yelling gets louder as they grab each other’s shirts, each of them trying to drag the other down.

“Guys! Cut it out! Please!” You yell but again, it proves to be pointless. You break down into tears on the stairs and Jenna comes over and wraps an around you, trying to calm you down. You shrug her off and run up to your room, slamming the door behind you and collapse on your bed. It’s all your fault they’re fighting. You’re the reason they’re not going to be friends anymore. And you’re not just breaking up a friendship, you’re breaking up a band. You eventually cry yourself to sleep, tears staining your pillow, as you think about what’s gonna happen you wake up.




It’s around 12:30 pm when you wake up the next morning. You rub your eyes with your sleeves and sigh, mustering up the courage to go confront your brother. You timidly knock on his door to which he responds with a soft “come in” completely contrasting how he’d been last night. You slowly push open the door to see Tyler lying on his back, staring at the ceiling and Jenna fast asleep next to him, facing towards the wall. He sits up as you walk in and sit next to him on his bed.

“Hey.” You simply say.

“Hey.” He replies. You both sit in silence for a few moments. You think about what you want to say to him but only find yourself becoming upset again. You sniffle and he looks over at you with sympathetic brown eyes.

“I’m sorry….” you whimper, trying not to have another full breakdown. Tyler silently wraps his arms around you, taking a deep breath and pulling your head into his chest. You immediately stop trying to contain your sobs and let yourself cry into his sweatshirt.

“I’m sorry….” you say again since it seems to be the only words your brain can form.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), it’s okay.” He rubs your back and rests his head on top of yours.

“I don’t want you and Josh to stop being friends. I don’t like when you guys fight. Please make up. I promise I won’t see him anymore just please stop being mad at each other. I’m sorry.” You cry.

“Me and Josh are fine, (Y/N). Don’t worry. We talked everything over last night for a couple hours. I’m not mad or anything. Everything is okay, calm down.” He soothes me. You immediately sigh in relief.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. I don’t want you to feel like there’s anything in the world that you can’t talk to me about, alright?” You look up at him and nod. He gives you a small smile which you return.

“Good. I hope you forgive me for getting angry, but you’re my baby sister. It was just my immediate reaction. I’m sorry for overreacting though.” You squeeze him tighter.

“It’s fine. I understand. In some bizarre way, I’m kinda glad you reacted the way you did. If you hadn’t I’d be a little offended. It’d almost be like you didn’t care….I don’t know. Older brothers are supposed to be overprotective.” You shrug and sit up. He smiles down at his lap and nods in agreement.

“Well, there’s a frantic young man downstairs who’s been going crazy because you wouldn’t come out of your room.” He pokes your shoulder and you giggle. It’s a miracle Jenna hasn’t woken up.

“Alright, I’ll go talk to him.” You say. You stand at the top of the stairs and see Josh look up at you with wide hopeful eyes. He stands when he sees you and you just smile without saying anything. He runs up the stairs to you and wraps his arms around you tightly, picking you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his soft lips before he puts you down. You smile up at him contently.

“I love you so much (Y/N).” He says looking down at you in adoration.

“I love you too.” You grab his hand and lead him to your bed room, walking past Tyler’s open door. You see Jenna, snuggled into his chest as he strokes her blond hair. As soon as you set foot in your room, Tyler’s voice comes down the hall.

“Leave the door open, you two!”

anonymous asked:

Greek God AU: Obi-Wan interacting with tiny campers

Obi-Wan has heard iterations of what he privately refers to as The Conversation for as long as he can remember.

(Since before he could walk, in fact - Obi-Wan has heard the stories. Of how his mother walked into camp, deposited him into Yoda’s arms, pausing only to tell the ancient teacher his name before leaving in a rush of neatly-pressed business suit and immaculate shoes. It’s not unheard of for toddler demigods to be left at Camp, but it was the first such event that had happened in - quite some time.)

Hermes, perhaps?

Obi-Wan Kenobi grew up in the rush and press of Hermes Cabin - every bunk was shared with a might-be sibling, every toy or trinket shared and shared alike between the wandering fingers of the thief-god’s children. It’s actually not as bad as Camp scuttlebutt would have it - despite the near-complete lack of privacy, there was always at least one person on hand willing to tell him a story or practice sleight-of-hand.

He likes Hermes Cabin. It’s the home of his earliest memories; warm and comforting in a way that goes beyond words. Obi-Wan was never alone there - to this day, it doesn’t quite feel right to sleep alone. (And not in that way, thank you very much.)

Honestly, though, he’s not quite sure whether or not to blame Hermes Cabin for his tendency to cuddle things while sleeping.

Mm. Perhaps. It doesn’t quite feel right, though - and you have to admit, he didn’t get that hair from his mother. Apollo?

Archery competitions are - almost something of a joke, to be honest. Apollo’s children nearly always beat the rest of the Cabins combined when it comes to accuracy and speed. Obi-Wan’s a fairly decent archer, but he doesn’t have the talent-that-exceeds-talent that the Sun-God’s children display. Trick shots and impossible angles come easily to them - the rest of the cabins usually address that by discounting Cabin Seven’s scores when it comes to actually judging the relative skill levels of campers.

Still, Obi-Wan likes Apollo’s Children - it’s nearly impossible to dis-like them. They are, by nature, bright and sunny - nearly all blondes, there’s a glint of good humor and compassion in their general interactions with other people. There are a few bad apples in every barrel, though - Obi-Wan was quietly, guiltily glad when Bruck Chun left Camp and never came back. Rumor had it that he’d insulted a god, that he’d departed on an illegal quest (even though everyone knows that he’d simply gone home under the belief that his skill level was high enough to live safely ‘outside’.)

Obi-Wan, however, displays a perfectly natural tendency to refrain from actually entering Cabin Seven, however. One too many encounters with a healer just looking to practice their latest technique when all he needs is a bandage and time has - well, made him extremely hesitant of landing in their clutches.

This has, perhaps, become something of a bad habit.

Not quite. He doesn’t have that - shine. I suppose it could be Hephaestus, but - no. Just no. 

Quite.

Cabin Nine is amazing.

Obi-Wan has nothing but the greatest respect for Hephaestus’s children. How could he not? They work wonders with metal and steel, with wood and plastic, glass and paint - it’s art, but practical art.

Still, he’s not allowed inside Cabin Nine anymore. Not since the - well. In his defense, he hadn’t meant to inspire that riot. All he did was say that the Smith-God’s children were artists in every format, and then some of them started saying as much to the Apollo Cabin, and then some of them said it to Aphrodite’s Cabin about - well, something he’d been too young to understand at the time, and - um. At the end of the day, Obi-Wan Kenobi had been politely asked to not enter Cabin Nine anymore, please, because while his observations were fascinating, they had, after all, nearly sparked an all-out war between at least three cabins.

However, a very nice son of Hephaestus had been kind enough to teach him the basics of metalwork - enough to make and repair at least some of his weapons, a skill he found endlessly useful. If not easy.

A lot of things other Cabins did didn’t come easily to him, although time and effort was really all it took to master them.

Well. There’s always Cabin Twelve…

One thing Obi-Wan Kenobi has not had to master is the ability to share a drink with Dionysus‘s Children. That - came naturally to him. Well, as much as it could be when it was only one cup of wine - he was twelve at the time, thank you very much, and that jackass of a camper had told him it was grape juice! Of course he drank it!

And it was only the one cup, thank you very much, and he was still put on dishwashing duty for an entire week afterwards. Along with the campers who’d ‘encouraged’ him - and that was how Obi-Wan Kenobi first met Quinlan Vos who has, somewhat regrettably, since become a good friend.

He’s still never drinking anything that Vos hands him every again, though.

Or it could be - no. We’d know if it was one of the Big Three.

There are four Cabins that Obi-Wan avoids with polite ferocity.  He very much does not want to get struck with a lightening bolt for disturbing Lord Zeus’s Cabin. Or drowned in a three-inch puddle for setting foot inside the cabin meant for Lord Poseidon’s children. Or turned into a deer for even touching Artemis’s cabin - and, considering that he’s the bastard offspring of a god and a mortal conceived outside  of the laws of wedlock - he’s not going anywhere near Lady Hera’s Cabin if he can help it.

If Lord Hades had a Cabin, he’d probably avoid it as well - but more for politeness’s sake then anything else. The Lord of the Underworld is - well, positively moderate - at least in comparison to his siblings.

Obi-Wan has long since adopted the habit of devoting a portion of his meal to a different god or goddess each evening. He works through the whole endless lot of them in order - as such, he can’t be accused of favoritism.

Not that he ever is, but it’s the principle of the matter.

That leaves - just no.

Agreed.

Obi-Wan has heard iterations of The Conversation for as long as he can remember. He’s long since lost interest in discovering the identity of his divine parent - he’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, and that’s really all that he needs to know. All that he really wants to be.

It takes absolutely everyone by surprise when the red spear of Ares burns above Obi-Wan Kenobi’s head, claiming him as the War-God’s own.

So I saw The Man From U.N.C.L.E tonight and this was stuck in my head for most of the movie. Spy of course sprang to mind as the dashing ex military art thief turned CIA operative, Napoleon Solo and Heavy in the place of KGB operative Illya Kuryakin who was sent to a gulag as a young boy becuase his father embezzled state funds and has the physical strength to slam a motorcycle onto someone and almost stop a car with his bare hands. 

Coincidentally, there is some lovely romantic tension between Illya and a young lady from East Berlin who has to pose as his fiance as part of the mission cover. An amusing wrestling match is had as well. 

Funny, stylish, enjoyable, filled with great looking places, people, and things. Go see it.  

[Fic: Ereri] Catloaf Conundrums (5/?)

Rating: PG-13
Tags
: Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Humor, Idiots in denial, And a matchmaking catloaf, Pining!Levi, He doesn’t even realize it

A series of encounters with Eren’s fat cat Colossal and other mishaps bring together neighbors Eren and Levi.

“Coco was outside his door!” Isabel chimes in helpfully, “I was comin’ up the stairs and I saw Coco pawing at his door, so I thought it was your apartment, so I rang the doorbell but it wasn’t you, it was this Big Bro, and then he told me that you live one more floor up and so he came with me.”

Levi darts his eyes back front, but this time to arch an eyebrow at Isabel. “Big Bro?”

Isabel tilts her head at Levi. “Yeah, Eren here is Bro, so you must be Big Bro.”

Chapter 5 on Ao3