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Summary: You go to work on the set of Thor Ragnarok one day and you're greeted with the sight of one Tom Hiddleston on his knees and your coworkers whispering about how he perfected his posture.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warning/s: implied smut (there's like 2 paragraphs that talks about it), mentions of BDSM terms, talks about throat grabbing, cussing, and a potentially Domme!Reader that doesn't know her power [if i missed anything let me know!]

Working as a set designer on a movie set meant that every day could either be agonizingly monotonous, or no two days would ever be the same. There was this one TV episode you worked on where majority of the project took place in an interrogation room, so there was next to nothing for you to do besides making sure that continuity errors were minimized or even completely avoided.

This project…was not agonizingly monotonous. By some stroke of luck, you'd landed a gig as a set designer for Thor: Ragnarok, and now you were working on sets that would be walked on by the likes of Chris Hemsworth, Anthony Hopkins, and--fucking Christ on a crutch--Tom Hiddleston.

When you decided to leave your day job of weekly software patches and bug fixes and the ever droning minutiae of daily updates that really gave you nothing except migraines and a bad habit of stress-eating for a chance at a career in the entertainment industry, did you ever think it would lead you here? Absolutely not. Truthfully, you were content with the interrogation rooms, but this? This was a pipe dream.

"Ah. Morning, Y/N," you heard the moment you stepped on set from Taika, currently dressed in a skin-tight spandex gray CGI suit with a giant Korg head harnessed atop his shoulders. "We sourced enough sugar glass bottles for Tessa to throw in Tom's general direction today, yeah?"

"Well I got five dozen so…we should be good," you shot back with a chuckle. You knew full well what the cast and crew got up to when sugar glass was involved. Mostly smashing it on each other's heads and making some great takes for the blooper reel.

"Awesome. I'll see you there." With a wave you started walking toward your fellow set designers, currently glancing and giggling at one of the Sakaar sets.

"Alright, what's got your panties wet this time?" you called out to your coworkers.

Bryan, a lanky guy slightly taller than you motioned toward the set. "Look at Hiddlebum."

"I'd really rather not, you know that I trip on air the second I even glance in his direction," you shot back. "I can't keep my dignity around that man, let alone my sanity. Don't tell me to look at him."

"He's not gonna look back," Denise, a curvy redhead and one of your closer friends on set, commented in a sing song tone. "Trust me, boss, you're gonna wanna look."

With a huff, you glanced toward the set and you could wear that your heart turned to solid lead and then jumped out of your chest and straight to the ground. Lord have mercy, you were not ready for the image of Tom in his dark blue-green leather getup, wrapped in gold chains, on his fucking knees, back perfectly straight, and head tilted down to the floor.

The sound that came out of your mouth did not sound ladylike. Hell, it didn't even sound human.

"Do you think he's--?" Denise started.

"Ohh he definitely is, I mean look at that posture! You don't get there from looking up one picture, you get there from practice and meticulous correction. This man's a sub."

"Sorry, a what?" You were now officially, thoroughly, confused.

"Submissive," Bryan explained to you. "It's a whole thing that needs a 6-hour crash course and a 40+ slide Powerpoint presentation, but for your immediate knowledge, madam, it means he likes being ordered around in the bedroom."

"So what? Like strip? Slowly? Walk over to me, come to momma type shit?”

"I'm shocked how quickly you got the vibe, boss," Denise quipped. "Bry, what if she's a domme?"

"A what??" you nearly shrieked. "You think I'm the one who says 'strip slowly and sit down like a good boy and don't move a muscle while I ride you'?" You took a breath to calm yourself. "You're fucking insane, the lot of you."

"Again, you got the vibes, boss. The more you joke about it the more I'm convinced that it's in your DNA."

You let out a frustrated exhale. "Alright you two knuckleheads, look at me." Your voice dropped half an octave and became fuller as you said the last bit, using a tone you hadn't taken out ever since you resigned from the testosterone-laden world of software development.

"Yes, goddess?" Your blood froze over as you heard the soft spoken words. There was no way it was…No.

Right?

You looked at Bryan and Denise, both with matching expressions of wide-eyed scandalous amusement on their faces, as they shifted their gaze back and forth between you and Tom. Slowly you moved your gaze back to the set, your breath catching in your throat in an ugly inhuman sound as you saw the steel-blue eyes that haunted your filthiest, wettest, most vivid fantasies…staring straight at you.

"I-I-I uhm…" you stammered, your voice returning to your normal tone, losing your footing despite being completely stationary. "I was talking to these knuckleheads, s-sorry Tom." You took a steadying breath. "As you were." You mentally smacked yourself as your 'programmer BossLady' voice came out again, your eyes widening in complete shock as he wordlessly followed your instructions and resumed to look down at the floor.

"Confirmed," Bryan stage whispered to you and Denise. "He's a sub, and we've been silently submitting to Y/N all this time. I mean…Madam." You groaned at his words.

"You two," you hissed at them. "Let me fucking tell you, I am the farthest thing from a madam. Or a goddess or whatever it was that he called me." You inwardly shuddered at the memory, although if you were being honest it wasn't from shock or disgust. It was from arousal. "My life is unbelievably, annoyingly, dreadfully…vanilla."

Denise giggled. "But you know the jargon? Uh huh. Sure, boss."

You rolled your eyes at her. "Bitch please, I read Fifty Shades. The smut. The toe-curling filth found in the wonder that is Kindle Unlimited. The fanfiction written about that fine-ass man on his knees over there," you whispered the last part in a hiss. "But I digress. The point is that my brain may be filthy, and it may be filled with very vivid fantasies of that very same man on his knees right now, but real life Y/N? Yeah. No."

"Maybe no man ever rose to the challenge," Bryan teased. "You think Hiddlebum would?"

"That's not a direction my brain ever wants to go unless I'm already in bed, in my birthday suit, legs spread, with a toy in my hand," you shot back without missing a beat. "As for no man ever rising to the challenge?" You leaned in close to their ears. "I can't even get a guy to go down on me because every guy I ever dated or even just fucked said they never do it with anyone because it tastes weird. And don't get me started on the ones that practically bolt out of my hotel room naked when I ask them to put a hand on my throat."

"Maybe you're just talking to the wrong boys, Y/N." You turned around to see that Chris had joined your conversation with a smug look on his face. "You have to start talking to men. Perhaps then your luck will turn."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to eavesdrop on conversations that don't have shit to do with you, Hemsy?" you shot back with an amused smile. You couldn't ever really be mad at the guy who resembled a walking talking 6'4 teddy bear. It was physically impossible. "Good morning."

"Good morning, indeed," he chuckled, turning his attention to the Sakaaran set. "Beautiful posture there, Tom! Absolutely exquisite," he hollered, causing the British man to let out several chuckles.

"Ehehehehe, sod off, Chris." He looked up from his position, most likely intending to glare at Chris, but instead his eyes met yours, and you felt this inexplicable pull towards him. No. Wait. Back up a bit. You felt as if there was this inexplicable force pulling him towards you. You tilted your head the slightest bit, as if questioning him and his tethering gaze, your eyes once again widening in total shock as he responded with turning his head towards the floor in a bow once again.

"Erm…what the fuck was that?" Chris asked, poking your shoulder repeatedly. "It's like you broke him, tiny terror."

"Me?? Broke him??" you hissed as you turned around to glare at the towering Australian. "I'm the one who's fifty shades of fucking confused here!"

"You may be, but I've never seen him fold for a woman like that in the entire time I've known him. With a tilt of your head, no less. No wonder your people call you 'madam'. Maybe I should call you that--"

"Don't even fucking think about it, Hemsworth." Your tone from earlier had returned, the one you tried to keep locked away since you gave your resignation letter to your final day job two years ago. A tone you'd once been confused as to why it could cause all those bravado-filled middle-aged men to fold and actually listen to you, well now you had an inkling.

The tone was domineering. It allowed no room for counter-arguments; perhaps you were right about the words that you were uttering, but also perhaps you weren't, but your tone didn't demand their subservience, it just took. And while it worked in conference rooms and face offs with no less than senior management of the client companies you'd dealt with, never once did you think to use it in the bedroom.

You never realized it was an option.

"Where's Taika?" you asked after taking a few deep breaths to recenter your brain. This was gonna be one of those days, the type that you'd never forget even when you were an octogenarian and you'd have trouble remembering if you've even eaten for the day. "I have to tell him we can't have the scene set up like this."

"Why not, lil mayhem?" You turned and once again saw the ridiculous gray CGI spandex that Taika was decked out in, but thankfully now without the gigantic Korg head so at least you were no longer confused where you should be staring.

"Because people are gonna take one look at him and they're gonna know," you explained, pointing towards the set at the kneeling Loki.

The director looked at you, clearly confused. "Know what?"

"Ohh this will be delicious," Denise all but moaned. "Watch this," she told Taika as she turned back to you. "Tell him to straighten his back."

"This feels like I'm exploiting him somehow, you do it."

"He's not gonna listen to me, I don't have the voice," she teased back, and then sighed. "The sooner you convince Taika, the sooner we can fix the scene."

"Ugh, fine. Taika? Look at Tom." You took another breath, finding that voice once again in no time. "Straighten your back." Once again, your breath caught in your throat with a hideous sound as you watched him wordlessly follow your instructions. "That's what I mean," you addressed Taika once more. "People take one look at that scene, see his posture and--"

"Apologies, goddess."

It felt like your spine had been replaced with pure ice as you watched Taika's jaw go slack, heard Chris choking on air in the background, and your two fellow set designers and friends start giggling once more as soon as the soft-spoken words were uttered from the mouth of one Thomas William Hiddleston.

"What did you call me??"

"Ohh I think we know what he called you. Goddess," Taika taunted. "Right then, we need to get this man off his knees," he said, turning to the crew and giving them instructions to reset the scene.

"So what? We're gonna have him stand now?" one of the assistant producers sneered. "Way to take us out of the moment, Y/L/N. Fucking buzzkill," she muttered.

"I'm not telling you to make him stand, I'm just telling you to get him off his knees," you countered. "It's not my fault that your comprehension's lacking."

The assistant started to make a motion towards you as if you bitch slap you, but the director stood in her way. "Don't even think about it. That's a one way ticket to Tom's shit list if you lay a hand on her," he threatened, and you watched as the AP looked over to the corner of the set with wide eyes. When you followed her gaze, your eyes widened as well at the sight of Tom with a borderline murderous look in his eyes.

"Don't," he said simply. The AP backed off, muttering something about favoritism that you couldn't quite catch.

"Alright then, lil mayhem, this is your idea. Run the show." You stared at Taika with incredulity. "You're the one who wants him off his knees? You get him off his knees. Call the shots."

You scrambled for ideas. "A chair?"

"Sorry, madam, we got nothing in props that could even look like it belongs in Sakaar. And I already know what you're gonna say, the Sakaaran standards are literally on the floor but still. A proper looking dining table chair will not fit the vibe."

You glared at Bryan. "Then get me a cement block, a wooden platform. A fucking concrete slab. Anything, just get this man off his knees." You turned back to face Taika. "Legally, who can I yell at here without an HR violation?"

"Just those two." He pointed at your set designers. "You are their superior after all."

You turned back to the dawdling set designers, staring at the scene laid out before them with amused looks on their faces. "Find me something." They kept staring. "NOW!!" They ran off to props like headless chickens, making both Chris and Taika break out in chuckles.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, tiny terror," the giant Australian told you before proceeding to pat you on the head like a ferocious and yet annoyingly fluffy guard dog. "Hey Tom you can get off your knees now, you kinky little shit!" he hollered, chuckling. After a few moments he started again. "Ah, shit, Y/N be a dear? Seems he won't listen to anyone but you when he's like this."

You groaned. "For fuck's sake," you murmured before taking another deep breath, slipping into your natural voice once more. "Stand up." The next moments felt like a sucker punch to your entire system as he once again followed your instructions, afterward stealing a glance at your direction with the softest look in his eyes and a sweet smile that left you completely breathless.

What was he up to? Why was he acting like this?

Fifteen minutes later, Bryan and Denise came rushing back in with a platform box painted a distressed teal setting it down on the ground near the now standing Tom.

The next 13 hours of the day were comparatively less eventful than the start of your day. Rearranging sets, reviewing shots for possible continuity errors that you were sure Twitter would crucify you all for if they caught wind of it, and the occasional bitchy stare down with that PA from earlier this morning who tried to smack you for daring to mock her comprehension skills.

"Let's call it for the day, everybody!" Taika hollered from his director chair, now thankfully wearing more normal clothes and not that spandex CGI suit. "I'll see you in twelve hours. Get some sleep, don't go out drinking because if you come to set tomorrow hung over I will have your head." Everyone murmured their assent as they moved about, wrapping up their tasks for the day, and he turned to you. "Lil mayhem, try to get some tonight. I'm saying this as a friend. You're wound up."

"Honestly, T, it's just the whole 'she's a domme' thing from earlier. Really threw me in for a loop. I should be fine after some sleep," you reassured him, making sure to pick up a copy of tomorrow's call sheet to do some prep work before you eventually succumb to the sweet lonely embrace of solitary slumber in your hotel room. "Go, T. I can lock up tonight. FaceTime your kids, tell them you love them, read them a bedtime story. I'm sure they miss their dad."

He took a few moments before giving you an exaggerated sigh and tossing you the keys. "You drive a hard bargain, Y/L/N." He walked over to you, ruffling your hair. "You're the best."

"I know I know. Go. I'll do a quick sweep, make sure nobody gets locked in here for the night and we get here with someone banging on the door screaming 'let me out let me out'." You grabbed the clipboard containing a checklist of the areas you were to double check on before locking up and proceeded to glance over each area of the set.

Just as you were wrapping up your check of the cast trailers, a voice in the relative darkness startled you. "Miss Y/L/N." You straightened your posture and started fumbling in your pocket for something, anything to defend yourself with. Then you remembered the keys, so you quickly started threading each key in between your fingers, when you felt two large hands gently grasp your shoulders. "Shh shh, it's alright. It's just me. You're safe."

You let out the heaving breath you were holding, recognizing the voice immediately. "Tom," you breathed out, the fear leaving your body, but the tension remaining. "Fucking hell I was about to stab you." You felt your spine go frigid as you felt him pressing tender kisses to the top of your head as his hand traveled down your arm to deftly remove the keys from between your fingers.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he whispered into your hair, his hand once again traveling up your arm and resumed its place on your shoulder. "I simply wanted to ensure you were safe. I didn't see you come out of the studio." He moved his head to press a kiss to your temple. "I apologize, goddess."

There was that name again, stealing all the breath from your lungs and making you question so much about you. About him. But mostly it made you question…"Why do you keep calling me that?"

His hand traveled up to lightly grasp your chin, urging you to turn your head and look up at him. "Because that's what I call you," he answered simply, bringing his face much closer to yours. Once he was close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips, he whispered, "When I dream of you."

Instead of saying anything, you opted to bring your hand up to the back of his neck, threading your fingers through his short dark blond curls and gently pulling him down towards you, touching your lips to his briefly in a tentative, fleeting kiss. This led to him quickly turning you to face him, lifting you by the backs of your thighs, and backing you into the side of the nearest trailer.

When he had you securely trapped between him and the trailer, he brought his hand up to cup your face, while the other roamed from your thigh and up the side of your body. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his thumb lightly graze the side of your breast.

Just as he was about to lean in to kiss you, you breathed out, "Wait." He stopped immediately, his eyes quickly becoming apologetic. "I-I don't know…" you stammered, trying to find your words, but quickly realizing that the most honest words you had at the moment were, "I don't know how to be what you want. I don't know anything--"

A smile of relief began to spread across his face. "It's alright." He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, as if to reassure you. "I simply want you, Y/N. As you are." A soft kiss to your cheek, then your jaw. "I want to make you happy." A kiss to the skin below your ear, before placing his hand lightly around your throat, sending a thrill throughout your entire body, and then whispering, "I want to satisfy you."

"And what do you get out of this?" you breathed out. "Seems to me I'm the only one benefiting from this, that's not right."

"Me? That's easy," he murmured against your skin as he rolled his hips into yours, causing you to let out an obscene moan that echoed through the dark empty halls of the studio. "I get you."

This was an unusual morning. Unusual in the sense that this time, you were not woken up by the scandalous sound of your alarm, rather you'd awoken in this blissful, sated state. Your mind raced through the memories from last night, how you'd practically raced to your hotel room hand in hand with Tom after you'd locked up in the studio.

The almost reverent way he stripped you of your clothing, pausing to press kisses to every new area of skin exposed to him, how he already had you a writhing mess before he even took off your panties. How he brought you and pushed you well past the point of complete ecstasy with his fingers and his mouth multiple times before he even made love to you.

Repeatedly.

You bit your lip as the memories came at you in vivid detail, pushing yourself off of your bed to get ready for the day ahead. Before you could even begin to inch yourself out of the bed, an arm tightened around your waist, pulling your naked body against a broad, toned, equally naked form.

A smile found its way to your face with no effort at all as you placed your hand over the arm wrapped around you, your fingertips tracing the length of the forearm, causing him to stir and press his body even closer to yours. A hybrid between a giggle and a moan escaped your lips as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hum of satisfaction vibrating throughout your body.

He moved his kisses across your shoulder, pausing for a good few moments on the juncture of your shoulder and your neck before moving up to your ear and whispering in the most delicious sleep-laden voice, "Good morning, goddess."

A/N: Please don't crucify me for the non-smutty implied smut, I am babie. But the idea refused to leave my head so I had to write it.

This insanity was based off of this post because I'm gonna be honest, my brain went places when I saw those pictures. AND THE GIF

Here's a bonus gif for those who read until the end:

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xoxo-go-piss-girl · 2 months

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In the middle

Stan x Kenny x reader

NSFW, threesome, mildly rough

You want to hook up with your ex, so you ask your boyfriend.

Go listen to the song in the middle by Dodie, that’s what I based this off of!!

Grinning to yourself as you knew you were about to make a huge mistake, but it felt fine. Maybe it was the drinks, or the fact that your roommate was making out with a random guy next to you, but you texted your boyfriend, Stan.

Y/N: so, how mad would you be if I said we should both fuck my ex?

Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you push your way to the bar to get yet another drink. Sweaty bodies everywhere, some club remix of an Usher song blared over the speakers. After a couple of minutes of gripping onto the sticky counter, you were able to yell your order. While you were waiting, you felt your phone buzz.

Stan: depends, if I get to pick maybe

Rolling your eyes and breathing out a chuckle, you think as you hand the bartender your card, pay and grab your drink.

Y/N: fine, but just make sure they aren’t gay or dating someone LOL

Y/N: want his number when you pick or do I need to pull it together

You grin a little as you sip your drink and dance, waiting patiently but being hyper aware of every time your phone goes off for a response. For a Friday night you were feeling quite adventurous, and you had quite the list of exes for him to choose from.

Stan: so basically I can pick any of them except Craig

Y/N: yeah basically, might need to fact check on some but whoever, I think best shot is Kenny but ik you guys are friends

Stan: Kenny

Y/N: ….you sure? I don’t want things to be weird, I think he’s here rn want me to get him?

Stan: yes. Omw.

Almost as if on cue you look up and there’s your ex, Kenny, trying to get some girls to buy him a drink. That’s when you walk over and just grab his arm. Pulling his head down to you mouth, you yell, “What do you want I’ll get it.”

“Bud light, what’s up?” He yells back, to which you make a face.

“Ew if I’m getting you a beer I’m getting you a good one, how broke do you think I am?” You joke as you shrug, holding out your card to get the bartenders attention again. You end up ordering him what he asked for, moving his hands to your hips as you wait for it.

Once you get his drink you hand it to him, and turn facing him and putting your arms around his neck. He was confused but wasn’t pushing you off, knowing how you were when you were drunk.

“Did you break up with Stan or something?” He asks and you shake your head, “No, actually speaking of, wanna come home with us?”

This seemed to really peak his interest, and all he says is, “as in like fuck? Like both of you? At the same time? What do the two of us even have in common other than the same friend group?”

You just give this shit eating grin and say, “your taste in women, obviously, plus he knows blondes have more fun, pretty boy. So yes or no?”

He seems to consider it a little more, and just ends up pressing his lips onto yours, pulling you closer. Running his hands through your hair you sigh into the kiss, his lips tasted like cheap beer and lime. You pull away just for a minute to get out a “so yes?”

He just grins down at you and mumbles, “what do you think?”

You grin up at him, and pull him back in, this time getting a little more aggressive with the kiss, biting his bottom lip and trailing down his neck, biting at it. After what felt like forever, and Kenny’s hands everywhere they shouldn’t be in public, you felt your phone buzz.

Stan: here

You grab Kenny’s hand and lead him out, dragging him through the crowd going out into the night air and stumbling to your boyfriend’s car. Opening the back door, you push the tall blonde in, close the door and then get into the passenger seat.

“Hey babyyyy” you sing out, kissing Stan on the cheek with a grin, of course Stan ends up pulling you in for an actual kiss, making you smile.

“Oh shit I gotta tell people you got me-“ you giggle out as you text the group you came with that Stan had picked you up, and you were safe.

The drive home was as steamy as it could get, of course there were expectations so no one got hurt by the end of the night, but at this point you realized those two boys wanted you beyond dead.

“Anything I’m not allowed to do?” Kenny more directs towards Stan as you lean your head on him, to which he shakes his head, “You know her, you know me, let’s not make this a one and done thing.” Stan replies as he puts the car in park.

You grin, feeling yourself start to sober up but in the best way where lust just starts to take over. You didn’t even think you’d make it inside from how this was starting. Looking up from your phone to find the two boys making out messily, hands in each others hair. To even things out you start to bite at Stan’s neck, being sure to leave a few marks, and you start to palm him through the sweatpants he had on.

“Fuck, we gotta go now-“ Stan groans out looking at you, and you just nod, opening the car door suddenly to be pulled into Kenny again, kissing him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he starts walking you up to Stans apartment, which both of you knew pretty well. You grip onto him tightly as Stan unlocks the door, walking in first as you get off Kenny and kick it shut.

“I told you stop dressing so slutty for the clubs babe you’re gonna keep bringing random men home…” Stan mumbles with a grin as he starts getting your top off, Kenny unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down.

“He’s right, baby, you’re not supposed to be fucking me anymore; remember?” He mumbles as he kisses down your neck, starting to bite at your shoulders and grab at your chest.

You just smile lazily and just say, “Kenny’s not a random man he’s clean I promise, you seem to like kissing him anyways…” you smile as you push their heads together, making them start to kiss again, Kenny pressed against your back and Stan your front.

You knew you’d be brainless by the end of this, but god you couldn’t help it, you were so excited. Getting on your knees, you pull down Stan’s pants and underwear and start to get to work. You start by gently kissing at his tip, using some spit when you wrap your lips around him. Before you knew it his hands were holding your head in place as he face fucked you, tears picking at your eyes. When he was satisfied, he turned your head to Kenny, who didn’t let you have much of a break and pushed himself into your mouth. Stan held your hair back and coaxed, “what a good girl, this is what you wanted right? Two cocks at once? One just isn’t enough for my baby hm?”

You were already so fuzzy brained and still had your panties and bra on. When Kenny finally stopped for a minute, drool was practically down your neck and you look up. Your makeup was already so messed up, and you just whine, “I worked so hard on my makeup and you messed it up….”

Kenny just smirks at you as he pulls you up, “trust me it looks so much better now, doesn’t it?” He looks to Stan, who just stares and nods, pulling you into him.

“So much better, baby, I’ll help you fix it before we continue do you want that?”

Of course you knew there was no point but something about the idea of even messier makeup turned you on even more, so you just nodded lazily and dug the light pink lipstick and black eyeliner out of your purse.

Sitting you on the counter, Stan got to work on the lipstick, “I bet this will go on better if I kiss it on her, what do you think, Ken?” He says with a smirk, the blonde just nods as he starts to put more eyeliner on, being sure to put plenty on so it ran later.

“Oh absolutely, but we better both kiss it on to make sure it get all the way on” he says as he puts his arms around Stan, kissing his cheek.

So, that’s what they did, each boy placed the light pink lipstick on, and pulled you in, kissing you. By the end of each makeout session, your lipstick was smeared everywhere, your bra was off and your hair was beyond messed up.

“What a pretty girl, pretty girls don’t walk anywhere let me carry you…” Stan says as he picks you up, kissing you as he carries you to his room, Kenny following in suit. Gently placing you on the bed, he goes to his bedside table and gets out lube, stroking himself with it and handing it to Kenny.

Of course the blonde knew he didn’t need it for what he was about to do to your poor pussy.

“Aw you’re so messy, let me fix that…” he sings out as he gets on his knees and starts to eat you out like he would never get to taste you again.

Of course you came not one, not two but three times, you didn’t even realize your head was on Stan’s chest as he gently worked your hand to his cock. You were so brain dead at this point, you could even think as you gently stroked and got out the words, “my mouth”

Stan just smirks at Kenny, and he then gently says, “you need to ask nicely, what do you say if you want to get face fucked princess?”

You tried so hard to get the words out but your brain was complete putty. You just just putty in the boys hands at this point but you say, “face fuck?” And look innocently at Stan, who looks at you expectantly as if to keep going, “please? I’ll be good, I’ve been good please face fuck me…” you beg as he just looks at you and gives you a sloppy kiss, “whatever my baby wants, open…” he says as he lines himself up and pushes himself into your mouth.

With Kenny still eating you out and Stan in your mouth you came again, drool starting to leak down your neck, your eyeliner running and lipstick smudged. When you could feel your legs shaking, Kenny finally stopped, leaving you melting into the mattress.

“She’s just as amazing as I remember, want to taste?” Kenny says into Stan’s neck, which you look up to them making out, and Stan humming out a ‘mmm’. Neither of them to be tiring out, you were going to die, that would be it. They wanted to kill you. You should’ve known better than to ask your boyfriend, who was already a freak, to add your ex, who was crazier than your boyfriend in bed. Pushing your hair out of your face Stan just looks down at you, finally pulling out of your mouth, “You thought you’d be able to do it hm? You’re already gone, stop thinking pretty just take it, you don’t need to think.”

You just nod, your eyes completely glazed over as you look up at the two boy, Stan gently moving to your hands and knees, “you want my cock?” He asks gently as you just look at Kenny, and just keep nodding, as if trying to get the blonde to speak for you, but he just says, “so cute, you need to use your words baby, he doesn’t understand that.”

You want to cry out of frustration, you couldn’t think of the words, you kept trying to move closer to Stan but you could tell he wouldn’t until you used your words.

Kenny could tell, and just said, “you can do it baby, just say yes, remember?” He gently caresses your cheek and you nod, eventually saying “yes, please?” Looking at Kenny with doe eyes as you grab onto him.

The blonde just nods at Stan as if to say, ‘go ahead’ “good girl! He’s big do you want to hold my hand?” You just nod and lean into him as Stan pushes himself into you, it has this painful pleasure, and you squeeze Kenny’s hand.

“F-fuck-“ Stan groans out as he starts to move, faster and faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as Kenny kisses you messily and sweetly.

“Oh good girl, you’re doing so good, okay are you ready? Open.” He say to you as you open your mouth, both boys fucking you, you could feel them getting close and you were too. Suddenly you felt a salty sweet shot go down your throat and warm cum paint your insides. The three of you collapse in an ecstatic heap on the bed, electricity filling the air.

Being sandwiched between both sticky and sweaty boys you were so tired, but yet so content.

-aftercare-

You wanted to just sleep, you were exhausted, but despite the two boys being exhausted they sat you up, and helped you walk to the bathroom.

“You need to go pee and clean up, we’ll help you okay?” Stan says gently as he turns the shower on.

You sleepily protest, but your legs were too tired stand on your own. Kenny lets you lean on him and Stan gets your makeup remover out, taking off all the smudged makeup.

“Close your eyes I’m taking off your makeup.” Stan says and you just sleepily close them, cuddling into Kenny as Stan removes all the makeup from your face.

Both boys help stand you up and you get into the shower.

They clean you up and dry you off, of course they cleaned themselves up as well. Everyone getting into sleeping clothes, Kenny and Stan just in their boxers, you in a tshirt and panties, you all comfortably get into bed and go to sleep.

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miyuhpapayuh · 10 months

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thirteen

The sun’s high in the sky, shining down on all the bodies that litter the packed clubhouse, while the music’s blastin’ everybody's mama’s favorite songs.

“Woah-WOOOAH-HO!” The crowd sings at the top of their lungs, falling into a two-step on the green grass.

“You make me happy,” Zora and Leon sing to each other, her soft voice making the moment so much sweeter.

“This you can bet, you stood right beside me, and I won't forget!”

“And I really love youuu, you should know! I wanna make sure I'm right, boy! Before I let go!”

Their little duet earned some whistles, as Zora hid her face in his shirt, feeling the vibrations of his laughter run through her.

“So silly,” he remarks, holding her closer to him as they continue to sway.

“Ohh, hush!”

The first activity on the list was laser tag, and the girls were more excited than anybody.

“Remember, only one shot is necessary! Don't get trigger happy,” uncle Tommy cracks, wildly looking around at the crowd, making them laugh.

“Alright, spread out!”

The overgrown kids do just that and find their perfect corners, over the vast area of the park.

As soon as he called to start the game, Zora watched and silently laughed, as Eryn hid behind a tree as soon as her lanky brother turned to where she just was.

Underneath the clubhouse gazebo, Zora hides in the corner once she hears footsteps approaching. Pointing her gun, she pops her best friend as soon as she tries to skate by.

“Dammit!” Nique screams, swatting Zora with her free hand.

“You know this is my favorite game!” She laughs. “Now go sit at the loser table.”

“Screw you, Jean!” She says before sauntering over to the picnic table.

“That's Leon's job, babe!” She says, blowing a kiss before slipping through the opening and tucking herself behind the wood.

“Boo!” Lovita yells, popping her younger sister right in the chest, before she could even whip around.

“Dammit!” Neoma stomps, before making her way to the loser table, plopping down with a huff beside Nique.

“Who got you out?”

“The best in this damn family, Ne. Who else?!”

“That girl,” she shakes her head, “the second best player got me out. I hate them, both.”

They share a laugh, before looking up to catch Leon practically skating across the grass with Eryn right on his tail.

“Stop running, you punk!” She yells, laughing crazily.

“Never!” He yells back, whipping back around and shooting her in the chest.

“Dammit!”

And then, there were two.

Zora is still inching behind the back of the gazebo, poking her head out to see where Leon is. While he's on the opposite side, trying to see where she's been this whole time.

“Such a sucker,” she snorts, before coming around the side with her gun drawn.

“Oh, Avery..” She sings, making him turn around with his own gun drawn, smirking at her.

“You almost had me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, but I do have you.” She says, popping his chest piece, right before he tries to do the same to her.

“Damn, girl. I couldn't get my finger on the trigger!” He laughs.

“Gotta be quicker than that,” she laughs, moving outta sight once she spots Lovita inching towards her hiding spot.

Thinking she's in the clear, Lovita sighs to herself and pokes out to see where her youngest sister could be hiding.

Once she gets a good aim, Zora picks her off, delighted at the ever-so-colorful “fuck!” that leaves her mouth.

“I won!” She yells, doing her victory dance and pointing her fingers in her oldest sister's face, who's less than impressed on the outside, low-key jumping for joy on the inside.

Deep down, she knew she could never beat Zora at her favorite game, but she'd still sulk about it for the next couple minutes.

“Screw you, Jean.”

“Again, that's Leon's job!” She laughs, joining all the losers at the picnic table.

Uncle Tommy snorts at their faces, running the game back twice before starting the next one.

And of course, Zora won again.

This time, it was red light, green light. A classic.

Lining up on the grassy hill, they all eagerly wait for him to begin.

“Red light!” He yells, looking at everybody's feet to see who was gonna mess up early.

Nobody, surprisingly.

“Alright, tried to get one of y'all caught up.” He laughs.

“Green light!” He says, watching them fast walk their way past him, halting as he switches the color back to red, some of them groaning as Leon’s lanky ass was in the lead.

“Man, you gotta have mile-long legs!” Darnell scoffs.

“Right?! Ol lanky ass!” Eryn adds, making him whip around and look at her.

“You just touched down, sis. Don't make me send you back.” He points, to which she sticks her tongue out at him.

“Green light!” And they're off again! Zora and Clyde speed up a little, ending up neck and neck with Leon as the color goes back to red.

“How'd y'all make it up here?”

“Competitive nature took us over, I suppose.” Clyde shrugs, making Zora giggle.

“You can't win every game, Jean.”

“Watch me.” She winks, taking off past him at the next green light. He's keeping up nicely, though.

“Them two.” Nique laughs, speeding up a little as well, bumping Darnell on the hip.

“Aye, girl! Watch all that booty!” He taunts.

She turns to the other side of her, catching Neoma and Lovita’s playful and knowing stares, before shaking her head.

“Watch yourself.” She says with a laugh.

“Mm. I'll be watching something else, too.” He smirks.

“You got some fresh ass friends,” Zora points out, making him laugh as the color turns red again.

The red mark in the grass is super close.

“For you to be so short, you movin’ pretty quick. You run track and ain't tell nobody??” Leon asks, looking back at his goofy friends.

“Nope, little people are quick on their feet!” She replies, flying to the finish line.

“See?!” She cheeses, doing another happy dance, as everyone sighs. Nique claps for her, always a cheerleader for her girl.

Soon, everyone was sick of Zora and her winning streak, and decided to have a water balloon fight, pelting her with them to get her back.

“Okay, okay! I think y'all got y'all’s point across! Jeez!” She yells, wiping water from her face.

The girls, especially, had got her good. Wetting her up from head to toe. Good thing she was sporting a ponytail and her good running shoes.

“Sorry about your shirt, my guy,” she sighs, pulling at the soaked collar.

“Oh it’s mine, now?” He teases, making her laugh.

“Shut up!”

“Like you don't have another one of those in the back of your closet,” Eryn screws her lips up at her brother. “You'll be okay!”

“Right?” Zora adds, as they slap hands.

“Alright now, don't let babygirl get you drop-kicked.” Leon says with a stern face, making them both crack up.

“That was so scary, you look like that man you despise.” Eryn says, making him straighten.

“Won't be making that face anymore.”

“Yeah, I bet.” She snorts, turning back to Zora. “Thanks for the invite, this is such a nice get together!”

“Of course! I feel like you and I haven't hung out like we've been wanting to and I knew you were coming back soon, so I decided to make it a block party slash welcome back bash!”

“So sweet of you. I gotta show you the vacay pictures I took!”

“Ooh, I wanna see too!” Nique squeals.

“Yeah, me too!” Neoma adds, Lovita already shoving her way in too.

“Come, come!” Eryn motions for them to gather around her at the table, while Leon moves off to where his friends are.

“Women,” Clyde jokes as the guys laugh.

“Aye, now. Don't let Vita hear you say that.”

“Yeah, I heard she been on you like white on rice, bruh.” Leon laughs.

“Man, I'm on her just as bad.” He shakes his head, stealing a glance at her, smirking when she looks over at her and winks.

“What about you and Nique, bruh?” He asks Darnell.

“Dominique and I are getting acquainted just nice.”

“Oh shit, first name basis huh?”

“Yeah, she warmed up to me real quick.” He pats himself on the back.

“And you, Craig?” Leon asks.

“Ah, that's my honeybee!”

“This man,” Darnell cracks.

“What?? He calls Zora his precious flower and I'm bein’ called out??”

“Both of y'all are ridiculous, then!”

“Whatever, man. She's as sweet as can be. Feisty, too.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, she done already had to knuckle you up, huh?”

“She threatened me once. That's all it took. I'd fight all of y'all over her, that's for sure.”

“Yeah, them Hunts’ don't play.” Leon shakes his head.

“Oh, we know!”

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Moving the party to Lovita’s backyard, they moved on to their own version of beer pong, switched out for tequila, and everybody was getting their lick back on Zora.

She wasn't a sore loser like the others, but a few angry grumbles left her lips at the first couple shots she had to knock back, and trouble’s always around the corner when it starts tasting like water.

Luckily the game was won by Neoma’s team, and now it was time for the last game of the night. Truth or drink.

Things were about to get interesting.

“Alright, we'll let Zora get herself together before we dig into her,” Neoma snickers as her younger sister flips her off, “uh… Darnell.”

“Oh, me first?,” he points to himself, “aight, what you got?”

“Would you ever date someone twice your age?”

“Hell nah,” he blurts, making the group laugh.

“What if she was like really fine?”

“She could be Nia Long fine, I'm still not doin’ it,” he says with a laugh and shake of the head.

“I don't know, Nia fine!” Zora throws out.

“No doubt! Still couldn't do it, though.” He reiterates. “My turn. Leon. My guy.”

“Oh lord. What's up, man?”

“What's the meanest thing you've ever said to someone?” He asks, a slight squint in his eyes.

Leon immediately knocks his shot back, while Craig just shakes his head.

“Leon, you're a mean man?” Lovita asks, holding her chest in faux shock.

“No… heated arguments go so many ways and by the time you've even realized what you've said, it's too late.”

“Gotta be careful what you say, yeah.” She nods.

“And who you say it to, right?”

“Yup. Now, my turn. Lovita, dear.”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever had to use that weapon you be threatenin’ everybody with?”

She laughs, before knocking back her own shot. He shakes his head.

“You never shoot and tell.” Neoma snorts, making Zora shake her head at the both of them.

“Shoot and tell,” Clyde cracks, “never heard that one, before.”

“First time for everything,” Lovita points out, and he agrees.

“Alright, babygirl. Your turn.” Lovita smirks at Zora.

“What, man?”

“Spell colonel.”

“Like the corn??” She squints, making her sister laugh.

“No, girl. The other one.”

“Oh…” she knocks her shot back, making them all laugh.

“You weren't even gonna attempt?” Leon asks.

“I've had like six shots of lighter fluid! No, I was not gonna attempt!” She laughs at herself.

“Alright, since you wanna grill me, lanky. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in public?”

“Oh, I can tell y'all this one. I got really drunk at a kickback and thought I could do a handstand, cause when else are you feeling that invincible, right?”

“Did you fall on your face, Avery?” She asks, snickering once he nods his head.

“I bet that was a sight to see,” Eryn laughs at her brother. “You always were a klutz.”

“Alright, now. You've taken a couple tumbles, yourself.” He points, to which she holds her hands up in mock surrender.

“Alright, lil sis. You ever break the law?”

“Who hasn't?!” She scoffs.

“I told you she was a rebel!” Zora pokes his arm.

“A rebel with cause, though!” Eryn defends.

“Yeah, yeah!” Leon adds, shaking his head like a disapproving parent.

“Don't shake your head at me! Most of the illegal things I've learned were from you!”

“Wow, teaching the baby bad habits?” Clyde asks, shaking his head at his friend.

“Shut the fuck up, she's being dramatic.” He laughs.

“Am I?”

“You are.”

“Kay. Nique, what's your least favorite word in the dictionary?”

“Cock. I wanna set it on fire.” She says, grimacing afterwards.

“Such an icky word!”

“It really is!”

“Fix your face, baby.” Darnell laughs, turning her scowl into a smile she tried her damndest to hide.

Baby???

“Baby?” Zora asks, her jaw touching the table.

“Yeah, this ma baby,” he throws an arm around the back of her chair, kissing her cheek, all while she blushes profusely.

“Aw, that's so cute!”

“Zora, please!” She giggles.

It was no shocker that her sisters had taken a liking to the men that she presented to them, but she couldn't lie about how happy she was about everything running so smoothly between them all. It was a sight to behold.

It almost moved her drunk ass to tears, which caused them to wrap the game up and spread out through her oldest sister's house, due to nobody being in the shape to drive home.

Nique and Neoma shared the sectional, while Craig and Darnell made themselves comfortable on the floor with throw blankets and pillows. Zora and Leon snuggled up on the loveseat, while Lovita pulled Clyde upstairs to her room, giving Eryn her guest room since she'd had a long flight back.

Enjoy!

Ch 14

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forget-you-morelike-fuck-you · 11 months

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Heartwork- E.M. Pt. 5

I reference Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie in this part. If you haven't had the privilege of hearing it, you can find it here: https://youtu.be/Jr1lqs3QR0Y

Eddie helps you put together a bedframe.

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - Epilogue

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, drinking

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 2,007

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

Eddie walks you to your door when you get back to your apartment carrying your box of memories, and you unlock the door, opening it so he can come inside. He looks around at the sparsely decorated room as he sets the box on your thrifted coffee table. “This is nice,” He comments as you shut the door behind you.

“It’s a work in progress. You should see my bedroom. I’ve been trying to put my bed frame together, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t give me all the screws,” You chuckle. Eddie raises his eyebrows.

“Maybe I could help. I’ve been told I’m good with my hands,” You nearly choke at the words, a lightning bolt streaking through your body. Haven’t you been through enough mortification for one night?

“Okay, yeah, sure,” You try to play it off with an incredulous laugh, but you can still feel the heat in your cheeks as you lead Eddie to the bedroom. As you flip the light switch, you hear him laugh behind you.

“Damn,” he kicks a stray piece of cardboard, a lot of which is littered about the room, “you were really having a rough time with this, weren’t you?” You roll your eyes, scoffing at the mockery.

“I told you! They didn’t give me all the screws!”

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie muses, starting his quest of sifting through the trash.

“Okay, well, while you do that, I’m gonna make myself a drink. You want one? I’ve got vodka and orange juice.”

“Yeah, I’ll have one. Don’t give me a lot, though, I do have to drive home tonight!” He reminds you. You give a noise of recognition as you make your way to the kitchen. When you come back with the drinks a few minutes later, Eddie’s busy at work, reading the directions and putting pieces together.

“Do you wanna listen to some music? I’ve got my tape player in this box over here,” You walk carefully across the room, not disturbing anything as you move to the half empty box across the room.

“What tapes do you have?” Eddie asks, glancing up from the pieces of wood he screws together.

“Um, I’ve got Foreigner, that David Bowie album that came out last year, Guns ‘N’ Roses, Aerosmith... Anything tickle your fancy?” You list the tapes as you pull them out of the box, putting them on the floor next to it.

“Let’s do Bowie. I like that album.” You nod and pop the tape into the player, starting with the A side. You scoot across the floor to Eddie, whose head has started bobbing to the beat of the music. You watch Eddie work, taking sips of your drink here and there, your tummy starting to warm as you reach the bottom of the cup.

“Okay, here, can you help me with this?” Eddie asks, grunting lightly as he stands up with one of the long pieces for the sides all put together. You oblige, taking one end and walking with him so he can screw it into place at the head of the bed. You hold it steady and watch his hands diligently work to attach the pieces of wood, watching the muscles in his hands move, admiring the glint of the numerous rings he wears on his long, nimble fingers. You flick your eyes away as he stands back up, not wanting to be caught staring.

“You want another drink? I can just get you orange juice or--?” You offer, now that your cups are empty.

“Yeah, I’ll take another one,” Eddie smiles lightly as he hands you his cup, your fingers just brushing his as you take it from him. “Thanks,”

“Sure,” You turn and go make more drinks, and as you return, your favorite song on the album starts, and you can’t help but sing along as you sit back down across from Eddie, handing him his drink with a cheeky smile as you sing, “Ziggy played his guitar, jamming with Weird and Gilly, and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand, but made it too far. Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band.”

“Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo, like some cat from Japan, he could lick em’ by smiling, he could leave em’ to hang...” Eddie continues with an easy smile on his face, “Came on so loaded man, well-hung snow-white tan,” You giggle as you both enter the chorus together, jamming out together.

“So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls, just the beer light to guide us? So, we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?” You start swaying, the warmth of your drink starting to take a bit of affect now.

You keep singing until the song is over, both you and Eddie getting more into it as the song goes along, and you laugh as you sing the last line with your arms out wide, “Ziggy played guitaaaar,”

As Eddie gets closer and closer to finishing your bedframe, you start to doubt that you had been skimped on the screws, and of course, you hadn’t been. You help Eddie hoist the last piece of wood into its place and tighten it down, standing up to take a look at his handiwork. “It looks great,” You compliment, arms crossed as you admire your new piece of furniture. Eddie gives you a smug smile.

“You know, this might just be my best work. And I do want to let you know that not only did you have all the screws,” He lifts one up, and your jaw drops incredulously, eyes wide, “they gave you an extra.” You let out a bark of a laugh, taking the screw from his hand.

“Holy shit. I swear to God, I counted twice and didn’t find them all.”

“That’s because you missed a bag of them taped to one of the pieces,” Eddie snarks. Your mouth gapes, at a loss.

“Well, fuck me then, I guess,” You start laughing then, “You see, how could I ever be able to fix cars if I can’t even keep track of all the fucking screws in a bed frame kit?” Eddie waves his hand in dismissal.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Your heart leaps in your chest at the pet name, “you won’t ever even have to fix your own car while I’m around.”

“And you won’t ever have to advise yourself on your finances while I’m around,” You laugh, walking to the opposite side of the room to move your mattress from the wall to its new place on your bed frame. As you lay it down, you flop on your back, knees hanging off of the edge to stare at the ceiling. You glance over to Eddie, who’s looking at you with a boyish smirk.

“Comfy?” He asks. You pat the spot next to you with one of your outstretched hands.

“Come find out!” You chuckle as he comes to flop next to you, making your body lift from the mattress for just a second at the impact. As he settles, you look over to him, laughing lightly at his hair strewn across his face. “So? What do you think?” He looks at you through the tangle of hair in his face, hands folding across his chest with a contented sigh.

“Yep, I did pretty fucking good, didn’t I?” You hit him playfully at that, both of you laughing. You stand up then, thinking it’s probably time for Eddie to go home, and you offer him your hands to help him up, which he takes, his rings pressing cool lines into your hands as you pull.

As Eddie gets to his feet, you slip on a piece of rogue cardboard, stumbling forward back into Eddie, who steadies you by your shoulders. As the spike of adrenaline from almost eating shit wanes from your body, you can’t help but laugh loudly, covering your mouth with your hands. Eddie joins you and you laugh about it for a minute, kicking the cardboard out of the way for good measure.

“I guess I should clean up in here before I go to bed,” You muse, taking in the disaster on the floor below you.

“I can help with that, go get a trash bag,” Eddie says, letting you go. You tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear as you turn, collecting your empty cups from the floor as you walk back to the kitchen.

You and Eddie clean up your room in a matter of minutes, scooping up big piles of cardboard and plastic to shove into the trash bag you had retrieved, as you finish, the A side of the David Bowie tape comes to an end.

“I had a great time tonight,” Eddie muses as you walk him to the door.

“Yeah, me too. It was a lot of fun,” You agree, an easy smile on your lips.

Eddie chuckles, “And your parents seemed like they were having a lot of fun, too.” Your smile drops instantly as you’re reminded of the mortifying comments they made about you and Eddie.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry about that. They’re so embarrassing!” You cover your face with your hands, trying to forget again.

“Hey, I said don’t worry about it, and I meant it,” Eddie reassures you. You peek at him through your fingers and he gives you a slightly sympathetic smile, his eyebrow quirked up in amusement. You slowly drop your hands from your face. “You know, I think it’s nice that your parents are so outspoken. It shows they care,” You start smiling at that, thinking about how much you love your parents.

“Yeah, I guess so. I don’t know, they’ve just always liked the idea of you and me for some reason,” You try to sound cool as you give your excuse, but it still comes out bashful.

Eddie shrugs, “I don’t think it’s hard to see why. We’re great together,” Eddie muses, and your eyes widen, the smile dropping from your face as your blood turns to fire in your veins. Eddie sees your reaction and flounders, stumbling over his words. “We’re great friends, I mean. We just, we get each other, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Duh, I know. We do! We’re best friends...” The awkward laughter dies a horrible death between you and it’s just silent for a moment, both of you looking anywhere but at each other’s faces. You clear your throat after what seems like an eternity and finally look back at Eddie. You try to act casual, but the air feels a bit different now. Eddie’s got some look on his face you can’t discern, and you decide to just ignore it as you go to hug him. “Thanks for your help, tonight, Eds,” you say as you squeeze him. Eddie squeezes you back, as you pull away, he gives you a peck on the cheek like he did earlier in the week. The warmth of his lips to your skin makes electricity crackle through your body, and you give a small smile as you open the door for him.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Eddie says, giving a small wave as he turns to walk away.

“Goodnight. I'll see you soon?” You ask hopefully, hovering at the edge of the doorway. Eddie turns his head back to you and nods, that boyish smile sneaking onto his face again as his dark eyes shine in the dim light of the hallway.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you soon,”

You close the door as Eddie walks away, locking it behind him. You meander over to your couch and plop down heavily, letting out an exasperated sigh as you do. Your hand finds a throw pillow, and you press it over your face and scream into it. You can’t exactly pinpoint if it’s frustration, embarrassment, or otherwise, but it seems to help you feel better as you take it away, out of breath.

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Kinkmas - Day 15: Face Fucking W/ Taemin

Post Date: 15th December 2022 Content: Smut - SHINee/SuperM Taemin x Reader WC: 1.3K TW?: Face Fucking/ Oral (Giving)/ Hair Pulling

Summary: What does that mouth do other than sing those pretty little carols? Taemin bursts with the need to find out.

Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list

Pushing yourself out of your comfort zone, you decide to join the Christmas choir, always being told by Taemin how much of a good voice you had that was going to waste with you only singing to yourself. He’s never actually been in the same room to hear you sing, just catching bits of it when you’re in the shower or getting ready to go out, always stopping when you felt his presence near.

Now it was getting to that time of year when you were preparing with the choir to sing carols in the street, next to the Christmas markets and under the sparkly and pretty lights that decorated the town, brightening it up to be seen from miles away. You felt comfortable singing in the choir since your voice is joined by many others who you thought sang better than you, masking your voice.

That was until the day you were asked to sing a solo piece by yourself, your voice standing out from the others and perfect for this time of year. They knew your voice would impress and get people into the holiday spirit and all were vouching for you no matter how hard you try to get yourself out of it.

Of course, Taemin has to be there to hear you sing. You worry that because you know he’ll be amongst the crowd, you’ll get too shy and mess it up, but the way people’s faces light up the second you start singing, you start to feel comfortable, belting out the song with heart and soul.

Focused on looking at the lights across the street to keep yourself from getting distracted, you didn’t notice that Taemin shuffled himself to the front, admiring you and in awe of your voice. His eyes light up more than the fairy lights around you, sparkling, and his heart pounding out of his chest as you attract more people with your angelic voice.

Only then did you notice him in the front, waving his arms with everyone joining in unison. You thought you were going to get too distracted but seeing how his face lights up when you notice him, you continue, smiling as you look around at the crowd whose faces are just as bright with smiles, some almost in tears.

A huge uproar of applause comes your way when you finish singing, people tipping money into the charity pots as they compliment you on your singing, and Taemin stays behind to wait for you patiently. Oh, how happy he was, to finally hear you sing and he couldn’t be more proud of you. You were his angel and your voice really surprised him.

“Did I do okay?” You ask shyly, trying not to get too anxious around him as you snake your hand into his, holding it tightly as you walk through the cheery street, people singing the song that you just sung with it being stuck in their heads already.

Taemin pauses and turns to you, a grin on his face, “You did amazing, you should do something more with that voice”.

His compliment makes you giddy and shy, just as you expected it would. Kissing his cheek as he pulls you back in for a soft and gentle kiss, pulling away with glee in his eyes before following the pretty lights to make your way home.

“I’m just wondering, what else could that mouth do?” He cocks an eyebrow, being a gentleman and taking off your coat for you and assisting you with your shoes, smirking ear to ear as you playfully tap him on the arm, shaking your head at the hint he was giving.

“A lot, I guess,” You reply teasingly, reaching down to put your shoes aside but stopped in your tracks when an idea comes to your head whilst you’re down there, getting on your knees right in front of him as he stands up straight, “You wanna see?”.

You didn’t have to ask him twice, not even in the slightest. The speed at which he reaches down to passionately kiss you ignites the moment as he pulls away, leaving you breathless already when you haven’t even done anything. Then the sound of him unzipping his trousers excites you, as you swat his hands away gently for you to take over.

At first, he lets you take some control, lowering his trousers and boxers and being greeted by his cock springing free, licking your lips at the sight of it as you take it into your hand and stroke it slowly. You look up at him with sultry eyes as he hums, eyes partially closed with his bottom lip caught between his teeth at the sensation of your cold hands on his length.

Giving it small kitten licks at first on the tip, you keep your eyes on him, watching how his chest rises and falls, how his lips part slightly, barely letting out a moan as you process to licking up his shaft. Doing so, you make him shiver, pleasuring him as you wrap your lips around the tip, and your tongue works on it which makes him gasp loudly.

Slowly, he regrets giving you the power of control, just wanting to be let loose on you. With that, he taps the side of your cheek, indicating for you to open wide, his fingers getting tangled in your hair as he grasps a handful and yanks it hard.

Once your mouth flies open from the slight pain, he thrusts into your mouth with one harsh movement, making you gag, repeating this process slowly at first, giving you time to breathe between each thrust. He watches tears collect in your eyes, smirking to himself as he slowly picks up the pace, using his grasp on your hair to keep you in place as he fucks your mouth with an increased rhythm.

The continuous gagging on his cock hits the back of your throat with force, and tears stream down your face as you grasp tightly on his thighs for support. For a moment, he pulls out, letting you catch a breath as he growls to himself, watching your saliva string off him.

“Are you doing okay, sweetheart?” He coos with a slightly teasing tone in his voice, caressing your cheek with his free hand whilst the other strokes his cock, missing your mouth already.

“Mhm,” Nodding with a hum as a reply, you smile, swiping your saliva off your chin with the back of your hand and preparing yourself for the moment your mouth is wrapped around his length again.

Just as you thought you were prepared enough, your eyes shoot open before gluing shut at the sensation of him hitting the back of your throat again, nails digging into the flesh of his thighs more than before. He didn’t realize how much he’d love fucking your face until this moment, being unable to control himself as your mouth felt so good around him.

After a few repeats of giving you a quick breathing break, he couldn’t hold back any longer, begging you to close your lips around his length, tongue swirling around it as euphoria hits him hard. Hot strings of his cum ooze down your throat as you gag slightly, but swallow it anyway, behaving well for him.

His cock twitches in your mouth as the last of his release drops on your tongue, thighs tensing and also twitching from coming down after chasing his high. Slowly, he pulls out of your mouth, panting as he drops onto the couch behind him and pulls you up to join him.

“Your mouth can do a lot,” His attempt to speak through his panting makes you giggle at him, panting yourself as you clean your face up with a make-up wipe for now until you both can be bothered to move to go have a wash.

Tags: @scuzmunkie, @ateezreactionsandscenarios, @trashlord-007, @fanfictrashlord-007, @hipster-shiz

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partiallystarsif · 2 years

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I’ve been quiet here a long time, huh.

I apologize for that, and thank you all for your patience. For those who don’t follow my other blogs, I got sick at the beginning of the year and have been fighting my way back to something that feels normal ever since. I think I’m close to it again finally, and have been trying to get back to work on both Speaker and Partially Stars.

As a peace offering and a gift for waiting so long for me, I present: a playlist. 26 songs, featuring 2 for each crewmember plus a few others!

(Here on Spotify)

The game should be along before much longer as well. Just a bit more coding to do 🖤

Track list below the cut:

01. Satellite Call - Sara Bareilles You may find yourself in the dead of night / Lost somewhere up there in the great big beautiful sky

02. No Plan - Hozier There's no plan, there's no race to be run / The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

03. [Akina] I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young I'll be good, I'll be good / And I'll love the world, like I should / Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good / For all of the times that I never could

04. [Akina] Different Kind of Knight - Christian Kane See I'm a different kind of knight / You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies / I don't have a white horse / But you can come along for the ride.

05. [Ahmed] Fake Happy - Paramore See I'm gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth / And if the lights are low they'll never see me frown

06. [Ahmed] Fistfight - The Ballroom Thieves The day I finally met you like I knew I would / You raised me from the wreck of my doubt / You were smiling to yourself as if we both understood / The silent language of the anguish of a heart that sings but doesn't make a sound

07. [Q] Outside Of This Town - Christone "Kingfish" Ingram I'm so tired of doing the same old thing / Shooting for the highest star / Want people to remember my name

08. [Q] Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay Where d'you wanna go? / How much you wanna risk? / I'm not looking for somebody / With some superhuman gifts

09. [Sun] On To The Next - Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown I got nothing to lose / Nothing to hide, nothing to prove / Put your money in your mouth, roll the dice, make a bet / Stack up your chips, watch me push 'em off the edge

10. [Sun] Start a Fire - Ryan Star Here we go / Just lose control and let your body give in / To the beat / Of your heart as my hand touches your skin / Is this love / Or just sexual desire / We're gonna start a fire

11. [Mack] Still Breathing - Green Day As I walked out on the ledge / Are you scared to death to live? / And I've been running all my life / Just to find a home that's for the restless / And the truth that's in the message / Making my way away, away

12. [Mack] Love Sneakin' Up On You - Bonnie Raitt I gotta know, do you feel the same? / Do you just light up at the mention of my name? / Don't worry baby, it ain't nothin new / That's just love sneakin up on you

13. [CJ] Watch Me While I Bloom - Hayley Williams If you feel like you're never gonna reach the sky / 'Til you pull up your roots, leave your dirt behind / Mmh, baby you got a lot of shit to learn

14. [CJ] In Your Eyes - Gavriel All I know is I can't get you off my mind / I'm still unsure if uncertainty is certain doom / Then it goes right back to you / And I can't remember being blue

15. [Smith] Heaven's Got A Back Door - Dead Sara I'm through feeling sorry / For the things that I can't choose / If I made it this far being who I am / Maybe heaven's got a back door too

16. [Smith] One Woman Man - John Legend From the moment that I met you / Knew that I would never let you / Slip away, it's okay / You can make me / A one woman man

17. [Harper] All I Really Want - Alanis Morissette And all I really want is some patience / A way to calm the angry voice / And all I really want is deliverance

18. [Harper] Like Real People Do - Hozier I will not ask you where you came from / I will not ask you and neither would you / Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / We should just kiss like real people do

19. [Walker] I'm With You - Avril Lavigne I'm looking for a place / I'm searching for a face / Is anybody here I know / 'Cause nothing's going right / And everything's a mess / And no one likes to be alone

20. [Walker] Wicked Game - Chris Isaak What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way / What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

21. [REDACTED] My Way - PVRIS I don't ever fight, just blow a kiss / And I got two fists but I'm a pacifist / I'd rather stay high and just take, take, take the hit

22. [REDACTED] As Long As You Love Me - The Backstreet Boys And how you got me blind is still a mystery / I can't get you out of my head / Don't care what is written in your history / As long as you're here with me

23. [Stowaway] Man In The Box - Alice In Chains I'm the man in the box / Buried in my shit / Won't you come and save me? / Save me

24. [Stowaway] Sweet Surrender - Sarah McLachlan It doesn't mean much / It doesn't mean anything at all / The life I've left behind me is a cold room / I've crossed the last line / From where I can't return / Where every step I took in faith betrayed me / And led me from my home

BONUS 25. Firefly Main Title - Sonny Rhodes

26. The Real Folk Blues - Mai Yamane

#partially stars game #the last two songs are just because they're fun #and so are the stowaway songs really #redacted will remain such until they're introduced in the first episode (SOON I PROMISE)#posting this at 2:30am like the vampire I am so I'll reblog later at normal people hours too

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lucius-the-sinful · 8 months

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9 ship songs

@omgkalyppso tagged me to post 9 songs for one or more ships! I think this will probably become multiple posts over my various blogs because I Have A Lot to Talk About. For my first post I'll start with my most recent brain worm: my OC Galethor and Astarion (full playlist appropiately titled killing and maiming). Songs aren't in any particular order other than what I listened too first when making this list, lol.

tagging any and all who wish to participate <3

9. On Melancoly Hill by Gorillaz

Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day Of another dream Well you can't get what you want But you can get me So let's set out to sea, love 'Cause you are my medicine When you're close to me

I'll try my best to avoid Astarion romance spoilers but both Galethor and Astarion being survivors of extreme abuse and after everything is over they are completely unsure of themselves... Other than they know they need each other.

8. Something Real by Post Malone

No cover fee At the gates of hell, no VIP Everybody waits in line So give me somethin' I can feel Light a cigerette just so I can breath Give me somethin', somethin' real

Act 2, Hug Scene. Thats really all you need to know.

7. Honey Whiskey by Nothing But Thieves

I think I better go before I try something I might regret I might regret But if you wanna free your body tonight Its our secret, its our secret

Act 1, Goblin Party. Galethor doesn't do well with large parties or with alcohol (both bring up traumatic memories). So when Astarion proposes getting away from it all, Galethor eagerly takes it.

6. Feeling Sorry for Us by Vegetables

Sad eyes in front of you And frozen arms around your neck If only there were something to find But I need my wounds cured So do you mind my staying here

Galethor feels pretty insecure in their relationship at times, he tends to disassociate. He thinks far to much about how messy things are. Astarion hasn't always been the best partner, but I think given their very similar trauma, Galethor could never confide in anyone else. No one else understands him like Astarion does.

5. Sing To Me by Missio

Its like all day my vanity is for sale Take it away, my head is in my own hell Sing to me, I am not doing well

Chose this one for similar reasons with the previous song.

4. The Valley of the Pagans by Gorillaz

Its so convincing, but something is missing The sun is kissing on my face and erasing my doubts I'm going out with a bang And the fangs of a parasite I'm feeling alright

Galethor is a bit of a sado-masochist and likes to be fed on, okay. Next.

3. Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon

I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone I long for that feeling to not feel at all The higher I get, the lower I'll sink I can't drown my demons they know how to swim

I think its fair to say that Galethor had just as much trouble opening up as Astarion did. Their relationship was extremely rocky in the beginning, but they never gave up on each other.

2. Trouble by Adam Jensen

Baby, you should look the other way Forget my name, 'cause I'm no good for you Is it living or dying that makes me afraid? Or is it that I know my soul can't be saved?

Not gonna lie, not sure if this is more about Astarion or Galethor. Their relationship is always teetering on the edge, where they know they cannot live without one another but that anything could tip them over the edge into catastrophic ruin.

1. Dead Inside by Younger Hunger

I'm all talk with a thorn in my side I got a real big heart that I'm willing to hide You ask me what I want from life I said to make a lot of money and feel dead inside

Charlatans. The both of them. Whenever Galethor tells lies and spreads misinformation I can see Astarion behind him, biggest heart eyes known to man. They can be a little toxic, as a treat.

#oc: galethor #astarion #bg3 #tag game #9 ship songs #this took me forever because most of the songs on gale's playlist are about him for the next d&d campaign #i WILL make more #i have a lot of thoughts #head full

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michaelmilligan · 2 years

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Hi hello Bex Jasmine @angelcaswinchester congratulations again on the 6k!! Let's party this weekend. :D

So, based on your prompt list, have some jonasbrothersnatural! (I apologize in advance, but you know I would have to be physically restrained to not make things about Midam, sooo....)

Got lost in your halo (halo)

I just wanna know

Now who's in your head, in your head?

“Michael?” Adam sighed as he stepped up to the stereo system, rubbing a hand over his face. “Can we listen to something else?”

Letting the eyes of his projection settle on Adam, Michael considered the question. “Do you know all the lyrics, then?”

Another sigh. “No.”

“Then we should keep listening.”

“Michael... We really don't need to know all the lyrics by heart,” Adam complained, soul reaching out to Michael's grace in their chest just as his hands reached for Michael's projection.

“Jack said it's crucial for us to be able to sing along to all the songs,” Michael reminded him sternly. It wouldn't do to be only half prepared! What if people made fun of Adam for not knowing all the words? Michael would have to smite them, and that might spoil the fun.

“Yeah, but Jack has never even been to a concert. He's just saying what Claire told him, and she was probably trying to mess with him.” Adam sat down on the armrest of the chair Michael's projection was in. On instinct, Michael reached out to put a hand on his leg, and Adam's arm slung around Michael's shoulders.

In contrast, Michael's next words were far less gentle – they were true, though. “You've also never been to a concert.”

Adam gasped, then punched Michael's arm. “Hey, low blow!” He pouted, and, despite his clear discontent, moved to drape his legs over Michael's lap. “You know I just didn't have the money and stuff.”

“I know, but that doesn't change the fact that you know just as little about concerts as Jack does.”

“Buddy, I've spent more time on Earth than you two combined. I think I know a little bit more about everything.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Everything,” he said flatly, just so Adam would roll his eyes.

“Not literally. Shut up.” Another punch to the arm. If it were anyone else, Michael would have been offended, but he could feel Adam's amusement ripple through their bond, saw his soul shining brightly. He would forgive him just about anything.

Quite unlike his brother, who chose that very moment to appear in their living room.

“Sup, buckos.”

“Woah!” Adam jumped, his heart rate elevating as he scrambled up from the chair (or rather Michael's lap). “Jesus, you scared me!”

Michael glared at his brother. “What do you want?”

“Keep your angel blade tucked, bro, I'm just here to deliver a message.”

Michael had made no move to draw a weapon. Not that he would need one to fight, necessarily. “Going back to your roots, then,” he said dryly, tracking Gabriel's movements. Just because he wasn't a threat didn't mean he wouldn't cause chaos.

“Not so much messenger of God these days, you know.” Gabriel shrugged. “Then again, who's even God anymore, right?”

“No one,” Michael said. Since Jack had given up a good part of his power and had separated from Amara (now also powered down), there really wasn't anyone who could claim that title.

“Anyway, Sam said to tell you there'll be some kind of barbecue or whatever.” Gabriel shrugged.

“Some kind of...” Adam and Michael shared a look. “Okay. Do you know when?”

“Uuuuh, he probably mentioned it, but...” Another shrug.

Michael huffed. As an archangel, Gabriel's memory was extremely good. If he didn't remember, or didn't say anything, that was probably on purpose.

Maybe Sam wants us to call him, Adam said through their bond, so only Michael could hear him. We have ignored some of his texts.

We had better things to do. Michael didn't feel bad for ignoring the Winchesters in the slightest. Their relationship with Adam was still tender, more born of obligation than anything else, and he wasn't sure if it would ever become warm. Didn't really care if it would.

If it wasn't for Jack, Michael would have gladly forgotten the brothers' existence altogether.

“Okay, I gotta ask,” Gabriel said, weighing his head as he listened to the most recent song in the playlist, “what are you listening to?”

More to love when your hands are free Baby put your pom poms down for me Come on shake it up 1-2-3 Baby put your pom poms down for me

The song has changed while they'd been talking. Adam groaned. “Don't ask.”

“They're a very popular band,” Michael said, as much for Gabriel as to chastise Adam on his reaction.

“Yeah, boy band,” Adam grumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Not for nothing, but you're starting to sound like Dean-o.”

As Adam's face scrunched up, his emotions whirled all over the place for only a moment. Them he clamped down on them. “Bullshit.”

“See? You should learn to appreciate all forms of art so you don't end up like your brother,” Michael told him.

“Half-brother. And I'm not like him at all, okay! For example – we got cookies. You want some cookies, Gabe?” Adam moved towards the kitchen, where he'd stashed the cookies he'd baked the day before. It took him a moment to find them, because the little tin box was, to his surprise, at the very back of the wall cabinet – just where Michael had put it. The intention had been for Adam not to see the box, and possibly to forget about it until the cookies were spoiled. This tended to happen with other things, where Adam would no longer think of them as long as they were out of sight, and Michael sometimes had to remind him of them.

With putting the cookies away, Michael had hoped to keep Adam (for once) from eating too many sweets.

Apparently it hadn't worked.

Gabriel grinned as Adam handed him the box. “That's why you're my favourite brother-in-law.”

“We're not married,” Michael said distractedly. The notion was absurd – neither of them technically existed, from a human legal standpoint. Adam's fake ID said 'Adam Miller', a fact he grumbled about on a regular basis. But he also didn't want to ask Sam for a new one.

Unimpressed with that answer, Gabriel raised a single eyebrow at him. “You keep telling yourself that, bro.”

Michael wasn't telling himself anything. It was simply a truth.

Annoyed, Michael tuned his brother out and listened to the music instead.

It's only human, you know that it's real So why would you fight or try to deny the way that you feel? Oh, babe, you can't fool me, your body's got other plans So stop pretending you're shy, just come on and Dance, dance, dance, dance, oh

Well. Maybe the music wasn't any better.

“... Castiel and Dean to invite us if they get married,” Adam was saying when Michael shifted his focus back to them. “But only if they have an open bar.”

“Not sure they'd invite Michael, honestly.” Gabriel seemed amused by the idea.

“Well, they just need to invite me. People can bring a plus one to weddings, right?”

“Ya know, usually a plus one isn't an archangel who lives in your head.”

Adam made a throwaway gesture. “Screw usual.”

Gabriel grinned. “Are you gonna invite them to your own wedding too, then?”

“We can't get married,” Michael repeated. Neither could Castiel and Dean. This was all very silly.

“Michael, you know marriages are basically just promises, right?” Adam asked, smiling but still with a tight lid on his emotions, inwardly.

“No. They're legal contracts that ensure mutual support and that both people take care of any potential offspring, as well as providing tax benefits. I looked it up.”

“... You what?” Gabriel asked, eyebrows riding high on his forehead.

Of course Michael had looked into it. It was a human custom, and since Adam had been rather vague about it even though he loved movies with weddings in them, Michael had taken it upon himself to get more information.

Instead of answering Gabriel's question, Michael said: “The benefits are superfluous for us, and neither of us legally exists, so a marriage is off the table. We also don't need a contract – we already have an agreement.”

While he spoke, a smile started tucking on Adam's lips, and even though he obviously tried to keep his amusement under lock, Michael could still feel it through their bond. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

“Okay, you lost me,” Gabriel admitted. “What agreement?”

Adam and Michael exchanged an amused look. “Oh, just something we came to while we were in the Cage,” Adam said lightly.

“A mutual understanding,” Michael added.

“And what was it you mutually understood?” Gabriel prompted, seeming impatient.

Another exchanged look. Adam was barely holding down a grin.

“Well. After careful consideration on both of our parts, we came to the conclusion that...” Michael made a dramatic pause, just so Gabriel would become exasperated. It worked. “... we like each other.”

Gabriel blinked at him.

“Admittedly, it was born out of the fact that we were the only ones in the Cage. If you discount Lucifer.” Michael shrugged.

“So what, did you make promise rings for each other? Friendship bracelets? What exactly is your relationship, anyway?” Gabriel frowned.

“Our relationship is very good,” Michael said, leaning back in his armchair. “Thanks for asking.”

Adam bit his lip to keep from laughing.

“But what is it? What do you call each other?”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Well, I mostly call him Adam, since that's his name.”

Gabriel groaned in frustration. “Let me put this as clear as possible. Do you smooch or not?”

“I don't see how that's any of your business,” Michael said simply. Of course he knew what Gabriel was asking, but he had no intention of discussing such private things with him. Besides, his relationship with Adam could hardly be described in such simple terms as romantic or non-romantic. There was so much more depth to it that-

Without warning, Adam changed the song on the playlist.

We go together Better than birds of a feather, you and me

Ah. Michael liked this one. Adam had made jokes about the 'feathers' line and Michael's wings the first time they'd listened to it, but Michael had long since forgiven him. (Besides, it had been kind of funny.)

I'm a sucker for you You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly I'm a sucker for you, yeah Any road you take, you know that you'll find me

Adam grinned as he leaned back against the armchair.

He liked that one, too, even if he would never admit it.

I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things No one knows about you (about you) about you (about you) And you're making the typical me break my typical rules It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah

Maybe that song was a good summary of their relationship, actually.

All he knew was that if they played this song at the concert, they were both going to sing along loudly.

And that was all anyone else needed to know, too.

#Listen I don't think I had ever heard a single Jonas Brothers song in my life before writing this #But #There are some songs that make me go 👀👀 thinking about the blorbos #Which is why I couldn't choose just one and instead went for several #Anywayyyyy Adam and Michael are kinda salty about the Winchesters but I think they have the right #No one is doing mlm/mlm hostility quite like them <3 #Sooo enough rambling I hope you enjoy this a 'lil #👉👈#Okay bye #Midam #Implied Destiel #Quick writing #angels6k #Idk yet if I can make it for the other two days but I'll try!#Ah I forgot to say I was going for a QPR kind of vibe with Adam and Michael if anyone was wondering :D #Not sure if I succeeded lol

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klaineficroulettechallenge-us · 2 years

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Chapter 6 By HKVoyage (VoyageAsia)

Friday, March 23, 2012 (three weeks later)

At the end of Glee Club, Rachel sashayed to the front with her chin held high. “To celebrate the beginning of Spring Break, I’m having a party next Friday night. My fathers will be in Miami, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. Everyone is invited, and you can spend the night if you want.”

Kurt glanced at Puck, who was smirking with two thumbs up, a signal that he’d be supplying the booze. Kurt internally groaned. He knew all about Rachel’s parties when her fathers were away. Last year, he’d attended her trainwreck extravaganza. He thought about how Rachel and Blaine had made out and the awkward conversation with his father the following day when he had discovered Blaine in his bed. It couldn’t get worse than that. At least, he hoped.

Mr. Shue waved his hand to grab everyone’s attention. “Just a reminder that Glee Club is still on during Spring Break. We need to rehearse if we want to have a shot at winning Nationals. Have a good weekend.”

Kurt put on his winter coat and scarf and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder. It might be mid-March with warm days, but once the sun set, it was cold. When he saw Blaine’s hand reaching out to him, Kurt instantly held it, tangling their fingers together. Kurt could feel a warmth spread through his body. Holding hands was such a simple act, but it was by far his favorite part of being Blaine’s fake boyfriend. It was an intimate connection to Blaine, and it made him feel like they belonged together. If only.

They headed to the parking lot, and Blaine's car lights flickered when he pressed the fob. Blaine dashed to the front passenger side to open the door for him. Kurt loved all the little things Blaine did to make him feel special, and sometimes, it was hard to remember that Blaine wasn’t really his boyfriend.

Once they were on their way, Kurt remarked, “Since winning Regionals last month, Mr. Shue has been crazy with all the rehearsals. Honestly, I wonder why we bother. Usually, the song list isn’t set until the night before.”

“I don’t mind. We’ve got a real shot at winning this year,” Blaine replied.

Kurt paused before broaching the subject that was really on his mind. “I’m not sure what to think about Rachel’s party.”

“It’ll be a good way to unwind from all the extra Glee practices. I thought you liked parties?”

“Last year’s party was a drunk fest. I felt so awkward the entire time.”

“Maybe this year will be different. I'll be there as your boyfriend.”

Yes, a lot of things were different from last year. Kurt was still in love with Blaine, but at least this time, people thought they were boyfriends. He really hoped that Blaine wouldn’t do anything stupid.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Blaine remarked.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. “So, you can read my mind now?”

“Pretty much,” Blaine smirked. He raised one hand. “I promise I won’t drink anything from a red solo cup that Puck gives to me.” He winked at Kurt. “After all, I have to be in top form for our kissing.”

Kurt froze. “Kissing?”

“How much do you wanna bet that Santana will suggest playing spin the bottle so that she can watch us making out?”

Kurt closed his eyes. Santana was definitely conniving enough to find a way for them to make out at the party in front of everyone. How was he ever going to survive making out with Blaine? He’d have to figure how to make out with Blaine without letting on how into it he was.

Before Kurt could respond to his quip about the kissing, Blaine changed the subject. “We should also sing together during karaoke. Can I surprise you with the song? I’ll make sure it’s one you know the lyrics to.”

“As long as it isn’t ‘Candles’ or another breakup song. People would get suspicious.” Thinking about breakups reminded him of something he had been meaning to ask Blaine. “Has Sebastian texted you recently?”

Blaine shook his head. “After I told my mother about the texts, I think my dad called Sebastian’s father. I haven't heard anything from Sebastian since.”

Kurt was skeptical that Sebastian had magically disappeared, but he wasn’t going to worry Blaine about it.

“How about Dave? What’s new with him?” Blaine asked.

Kurt groaned. “I’m really fed up with him. Dave texts me every night. Sometimes, I feel him near me when I can’t see him.”

When they stopped at a traffic light, Blaine glanced over with concern in his eyes. “Is this something I should worry about? I will kick his ass if he did anything—and I mean anything—to make you feel uncomfortable. I’ve started boxing again.”

A smile crept across Kurt’s face. Whilst he wasn’t a damsel in distress that needed defending, he loved this protective side of Blaine that he didn’t see very often. “No. I can handle Dave, but I’ll let you know if there is a problem. I think everything would be so much easier if Dave had a boyfriend. Wouldn’t it be great if Sebastian and Dave got together? It would be killing two birds with one stone.”

Blaine shook his head. “That’s not happening. They’ve already bumped into each other at Scandals. Sebastian calls Dave ‘hamhock’. He’s not into bears.”

Kurt gazed out the window with a wistful half-smile. “A guy can dream. I’m going to ask Rachel if Dave can come to her party. I really want Dave to have more friends. It would take the pressure off me, ya know?”

“Good idea. I wish there were more gay guys out of the closet at school.” Blaine turned the car into the Hummel driveway.

“Are you still seeing Jeff and Nick tonight?” Kurt asked.

“Yeah. You sure you don’t want to come along? They’d love to see you again.”

Kurt shook his head. “No. I can’t. You know how important Friday night dinners are to my dad.”

Kurt released the seatbelt and turned to face Blaine. “You don’t need to keep driving me every day. It’s been a month since the car accident, and I feel okay about driving.”

“I really don’t mind. I like picking you up and grabbing a cup of coffee before classes, walking into school hand-in-hand, talking about the day on the way home.”

Kurt sighed. “I guess it’s something a good boyfriend would do.”

Blaine covered Kurt’s hand and rubbed little circles on it. “It’s something a best friend would do. I really care about you.”

Kurt was surprised by the emotion in Blaine’s voice, and Kurt wondered what caring exactly meant to Blaine.

“I still have nightmares about you stuck in the snowstorm late at night on your own,” Blaine admitted.

Kurt couldn’t help but notice that Blaine’s protective nature was showing again. He flipped his hand so it was covering Blaine’s palm. “I wasn’t out there for too long. My dad called his friend at the police station, and they both arrived lickety-split. Besides, my emergency winter car kit came in handy.” Kurt noticed the living room curtains ruffling, a sure sign that his father had been watching. “I’d better go inside before my dad comes out.”

Kurt got out of the car.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” Blaine asked with a hopeful voice.

“Yeah. Give me a call when you wake up. After you’ve tried on the Prom outfit, let’s go to the mall. We can check out shoes that might work with it.”

Kurt waved goodbye before dashing into his house. When Blaine was rubbing his hand and looking at him like he lit the stars, Kurt had been so close to throwing himself into Blaine’s arms and declaring his undying love. He really had to get his feelings under control before the kissing at Rachel’s party.

—*—

When the doorbell rang, Blaine rushed to let his friends in.

“Pizza delivery for Blaine Warbler!” Nick and Jeff shouted.

Blaine grabbed some soda and napkins from the kitchen before they headed down to the basement rec room. He selected a playlist on his phone and put it on the stereo’s docking station, and P!nk began to play through the speakers. He joined Nick and Jeff on the couch and opened the lids of the pizza boxes. While he desperately wanted to eat the pepperoni pizza, he settled for a slice of margherita. He still wondered how he was going to squeeze his ass into the Prom-night trousers. Even Kurt’s exceptional sewing skills couldn’t produce miracles.

While they were eating, Nick and Jeff updated Blaine on people at Dalton. Wes was early accepted into Yale’s pre-med program. David broke up with his girlfriend. Thad got blue braces to match his uniform. Trent was on a diet and had already lost ten pounds.

“What about Sebastian?” Blaine asked.

Nick shrugged. “He’s been keeping to himself. After Warblers practice, he dashes off. I asked him why he doesn’t hang out with us anymore, but he said he’s been busy.”

“Personally, I think he’s up to something,” Jeff interjected.

“Or hooking up with college frat guys,” Nick joked.

Blaine thought that Jeff was right, and if Sebastian was up to something, it certainly wouldn’t be good.

After chugging the rest of his soda, Nick let out a loud burp.

Jeff rolled his eyes. “You’re such a boy.”

“I thought that was exactly why you liked me,” Nick teased. He leaned toward his boyfriend and kissed him like their lives depended on it. Jeff fisted Nick’s shirt, causing it to pull out from his trousers.

“Guys, I’m here,” Blaine reminded them.

Jeff pulled away, and the pair focused on getting their breathing back to normal.

“God, I wish I could kiss Kurt like that.”

“It takes a lot of practice,” Jeff teased.

“I’m all up for practicing. I just can’t get out of the friend zone with Kurt.”

“I thought you were carrying out our Operation Woo Kurt,” Jeff remarked.

Blaine rubbed his forehead. “I’ve done everything in our plan. I drive him to school every day. I compliment Kurt on his outfits...”

Blaine paused, thinking about what Kurt was wearing that day; the skinny jeans had looked like they had been painted on. His Doc Martens had given off a rebellious vibe, but the look had been softened by an Alexander McQueen scarf. Kurt definitely knew how to pull an outfit together. He could feel his cock stir at the very thought of it.

“Stop thinking about Kurt’s tight-ass jeans,” Jeff snarked.

Blaine blushed at being caught out. He cleared his throat, and after discreetly making sure he didn’t have a boner, he continued, “We hold hands in the hallways and cafeteria. I serenaded him in the school courtyard. I bought him flowers for Valentine’s Day. I even bought a jar of this really expensive night cream that Kurt was having problems finding. I’ve done everything I can think of to make him feel special and pampered. We’ve been on dates, but when I drive him home, it’s like Kurt is in a desperate rush to go inside.”

“Maybe we’ve got Kurt all wrong,” Nick said.

“What do you mean by that?” Blaine asked.

“We know Kurt loves romance, but maybe he’s attracted to a different sort of look. What was Alex like?”

Blaine shrugged. “I didn’t really hang out with Kurt and Alex. It didn’t seem to me that Alex was into Kurt that much. Alex wouldn’t even go to Junior Prom with him. He’s away at college, and Kurt never hears from him.”

“I meant what does Alex look like?” Nick replied.

“He’s super tall with long, blond, straight hair. He was on the football team so pretty beefy. He wore jeans, band t-shirts, and his red jacket.” Blaine hit his forehead. “Alex is everything I’m not.”

“I’m not saying that you have to look like Alex, but maybe you should shake up your style a bit. Lose the hair gel and the bow ties. Stop looking like Kurt’s grandpa.”

Jeff jumped up in excitement. “I think you're on to something, Nicky. Blaine has already proven to Kurt that he’s a gentleman. Now, it’s time to show Kurt that he also can be dirty-hot.”

Blaine shook his head. “Nope. Not happening. I’m not changing who I am. Not even for Kurt.”

Jeff walked over to Blaine and rubbed his shoulder. “Honey, we don’t want you to change who you are. You’re Kurt’s best friend because he likes the real Blaine Anderson. All we’re suggesting is that, in order to move things to the next level, you should try looking less like Gene Kelly and more like James Dean.”

Nick fanned his face. “Ooh, James Dean. Man, there was just something special about him. He was effortlessly cool.”

Blaine chewed on his bottom lip. Nick and Jeff might be right. When he and Kurt had sleepovers and watched movies late at night, Kurt loved playing with his curls. So, maybe he should stop using hair gel on the weekends. While Kurt always complimented Blaine’s outfits, he never showed signs that he found Blaine sexy. Maybe he should dress in a way that would make Kurt see him in a different light. But could he do it? “Guys, I don’t know. I’m not sure I could pull it off.”

Jeff placed his hands on his hips. “Blaine Anderson! You can knock the bobbysocks off of girls, and you have half the gay guys at Dalton drooling over you. Your confidence is one of your biggest assets.”

“Well, that and your ass,” Nick joked.

Blaine blushed and laughed. There were a lot of good things about being friends with other gay guys. “Rachel Berry is having a party next Friday. I suppose I could try out a new look then.”

“Perfect!” Jeff exclaimed. “Let’s go to your room and figure out what you’ll wear.”

They gathered the empty pizza boxes and soda cans to drop off in the kitchen on the way to Blaine’s bedroom. After Blaine tried on countless shirts, they agreed that a simple white T-shirt showed off Blaine’s biceps perfectly. However, they couldn’t agree on the trousers.

“Jeff, you know the jeans you have with the rips around the thighs and knees?” Nick asked.

“You mean the ones that have you squeezing my ass like a man possessed?”

Nick’s eyes darkened. “Yep. Those ones. Do you think they would fit Blaine?”

Jeff looked Blaine over. “They’ll be too long, but Blaine can always cuff them. They might be a bit tight around the ass, but I would bet a hundred bucks that Kurt is an ass guy.”

“What about my hair? You've never seen my hair without gel. It's like baby-thin fine. I'm going to look like Medusa!”

Nick patted Blaine’s shoulder. “We’ve got your back. If you come to my house to get ready for the party, I’ll get my sister to do your hair. Maria is really good at things like that.”

“Would you guys come with me to the party? It would really boost my confidence.”

“Wouldn’t Rachel mind?”

Blaine snorted. “You can sing. She would love to have other people to sing duets with. I’ll clear it with her first.”

“Sure, Blaine. We’ll go. Anything to put you out of your misery and get you two lovebirds together,” Nick said.

Blaine got another idea…an extraordinarily good idea. “Why don’t we ask some of the other Warblers to come, too? Dave Karofsky will be there, and there might be someone he likes.”

Jeff grabbed the Dalton yearbook off of Blaine’s shelf and opened it to the Warblers’ page. He pointed to a smiling face. “Is this who you are thinking of?”

Blaine gave Jeff a fist bump. “OH, YEAH!”

—*—

Kurt was startled when he heard books dropped on his table at the school library. He looked up to see Santana had sat down next to him. What was she doing here? She was usually making out with Brittany under the bleachers during their free period.

“It’s really quite pathetic that you haven’t had sex yet with Blanderson.”

Kurt looked around, grateful that no one else was around. “How do you know we haven’t had sex?”

“Puh-lease. Give me a little credit. I know all the signs.” Santana began to count with her fingers. “One, you don’t smell like sex. Two, neither you nor Blaine have dopey smiles like you’re fucked senseless. Three, if you were having sex, you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each other. All you do is some hand-holding and chaste cheek kisses. Four…”

“Santana, stop! Okay! Okay! We haven’t had sex yet. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?”

Thank god Santana didn’t know that they had only had a brief kiss on Valentine’s Day. Kurt wondered if she could smell that, too.

“What’s stopping you?” Santana asked with concern in her voice.

Kurt started to rip a blank sheet of paper into little pieces. “I don’t know. I’m not sure that Blaine thinks I’m sexy. Last year, he told me that my sexy faces looked like I was having gas pains.”

Santana shook her head whilst looking up. “ Dios mío . A lot can change in a year. I’ve seen the way Blaine looks at you during dance practice at Glee Club. He definitely wants to play hide the sausage.”

Kurt arched an eyebrow. “And why do you assume that Blaine would be the top?”

“Oh, I think that Blaine would be pretty versatile, if you know what I mean,” Santana sassed back with a wink.

Kurt blushed because he hadn’t even thought of possible sexual positions before. “I really don’t think our sex life is any of your business.”

Santana leaned in closer. “Blaine has already had sex with that Fievel with a wannabe Disney prince haircut, and…”

“Blaine told you that?”

Santana nodded. “A guy like Blaine has needs. If you don’t satisfy them, he’ll find someone who will.”

“I don’t think Blaine is like that.”

“Get real, Kurt. Every guy in high school is like that. And let’s face it. Blaine is attractive. An alpha gay. With a snap of his fingers, he could easily find hook-ups. I’m sure there are tons of guys at gay Hogwarts who would have sex with Blaine.”

Kurt continued to shred the paper. He knew that there were loads of guys at Dalton who would love to hook up with Blaine. He had heard plenty talk about it in the Dalton communal showers. He then decided to change tactics with Santana. “We haven’t really had any private time since we started dating.”

“Rachel’s party will be a perfect chance to kick things up a notch. Are you two sleeping over?” After Kurt nodded, Santana continued, “After the party games and you’ve played tonsil hockey, you and Blaine go claim Rachel’s fathers’ room. I bet they have all kinds of kinky stuff in their drawers.”

Kurt shook his head in disbelief. “You’re ridiculous.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of the period. Santana stood up and grabbed her books. “I gotta find Brit-Brit. We have math together next period. If you want, we can come over to your place with a few bananas for a practical demonstration.”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response,” Kurt hissed.

Kurt shoved his textbooks and notepads into his messenger bag. Even though that had been a really awkward conversation, Santana might be right. Blaine had already had sex with Sebastian. Blaine had asked Rachel if some of the Warblers could attend her party. Why? Was there a new Warbler that Kurt didn’t know about?

The truth was that sex had been on Kurt’s mind, too. He couldn’t count the number of boners he’d had thinking about Blaine. He was also having wet dreams starring Blaine. But what was he to do? As much as he would like to do things with Blaine, it didn’t feel right if they were in a fake relationship. He should matter. His firsts should matter.

Blaine was also right about one thing. They would have to make out at Rachel’s party.

Later that day, when Blaine was driving him home, Kurt looked out the window, deep in thought. He couldn’t believe that Blaine had spoken to Santana about their sex life. Was Blaine really that sexually frustrated? What exactly were Blaine’s expectations at Rachel’s party? Blaine had already made it clear that they would be making out. Would Blaine want more?

Blaine waved his hand in front of Kurt’s face. “Earth to Kurt. We’re already at your house.”

Kurt looked at Blaine. “Sorry. I was a million miles away.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Santana hunted me down this afternoon at the library. We had a really awkward conversation.”

Blaine softly chuckled. “Let me guess. She wanted to know about our sex life. She already interrogated me about it on Valentine’s Day. That girl has no boundaries.”

“She definitely doesn’t. But she did mention a few things for me to think about. I’m a bit nervous about Rachel’s party.”

Blaine held his hand, and suddenly, Kurt felt safe and grounded.

“I noticed that you weren’t that keen when I mentioned kissing. We don’t have to. I just thought it would be something real boyfriends would do at a party.”

“I wasn’t thinking about the kissing, although I’m nervous about that, too. If I want to be an actor, I’ll need to learn how to deal with it. Making out with you will be just like any other role.”

Kurt watched Blaine sag with a disappointed expression. He couldn’t tell Blaine that his real concern was that, once they started, he would never want to stop. “Kissing you won’t be that bad. You’re my best friend. I just hope that it doesn’t change things between us.”

Kurt was surprised when Blaine dropped his head and closed his eyes. “Did I say something wrong?”

Blaine shook his head. “No. It’s just… I never thought I would kiss a guy who doesn’t want to.”

Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand. “I want to kiss you, but I don’t want things to be weird between us later.”

After a beat, Blaine cleared his throat. “The whole pretend boyfriend thing is weird, but we’re doing fine. If it’s not the kissing, what’s making you nervous about the party?”

“Santana hinted that you would want more from me, especially because you have already had sex. After thinking about it, I agree with her.”

Blaine’s mouth dropped open. “Are you suggesting a friends-with-benefits thing?”

Kurt lightly slapped Blaine’s shoulder with his free hand. “No, of course not. But Santana had a point. You have needs that I’m not meeting.”

“That’s why they invented masturbation,” Blaine blurted.

Kurt’s entire body heated at the thought, and his face felt like it was on fire. He didn’t need the image of Blaine masturbating in his wank bank when he was having so many wet dreams already.

“Kurt, look at me.”

Kurt looked up to see Blaine with a serious expression. “I’m not some neanderthal who has to act on my physical instincts. After Sebastian, I realized that I deserve romance. I deserve someone who cherishes me as much as I cherish them. I wish I had never given him some of my firsts.”

When Blaine’s chin began quivering, Kurt released his seat belt and pulled Blaine into a hug. Kurt instantly felt Blaine’s body relax against him. Kurt hoped that he was giving Blaine the comfort he needed. When he heard knocking on the car window, Kurt looked up to see his father with a sour expression. Kurt rolled down the window.

“Hey, guys. It’s time to wrap things up.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes,” Kurt replied.

Burt looked at his watch. “I’m timing you.”

When Burt left, Kurt asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. That hug really helped.”

Kurt used a finger to lift Blaine’s chin. He stared at Blaine’s pink, plump lips, looking luscious and ready for the picking. Without giving it a second thought, Kurt cupped Blaine’s face and slowly leaned in, pressing his lips against Blaine’s. Instead of a quick kiss like last month, Kurt took his time. When he felt Blaine’s hand at the back of his neck, he realized that Blaine was into it, too. As their lips moved slowly together, Kurt felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. There were no fireworks but more of a tingling, warm sensation. Like a meaningful connection between two guys who were meant for each other.

Kurt slowly pulled away to look at Blaine with Bambi eyes. “Blaine Anderson, I will always cherish you.”

Blaine looked down but Kurt could still see he was grinning like an idiot. “I’ll always cherish you, too.”

Conscious of the time, Kurt picked up his messenger bag. “Skype after dinner?”

“Can we make it a little later? I’m stopping at the mall on the way home.”

“Shopping without moi ?” Kurt asked playfully.

“When Nick and Jeff were over, we planned my outfit for the party. Jeff is letting me borrow a pair of trousers, but I’m worried that they won’t fit me. I want to buy my own pair.”

“I’m intrigued. A party is as good an excuse as any for new clothes. Skype me when you’re ready.”

Kurt got out of the car and quickly headed to the house, knowing that his dad wasn’t joking when he said he was timing him. Fortunately, his father wasn’t hovering near the door, and Kurt managed to get to his bedroom without interference.

He set down his messenger bag and flopped onto his bed. He couldn’t believe that he had now kissed Blaine twice. He mentally went through each moment of the kiss and how it made him feel. If that was how Blaine kissed his best friend, what would it be like if Blaine had real feelings for him? And how could Blaine not know how he felt about him?

Kurt spent some time rehashing his conversation with Blaine. One thing that stuck out in his mind was when Blaine said he deserved romance. Kurt had been so caught up in Blaine’s romantic gestures that he hadn’t given a second thought about how he should romance Blaine. Well, he was definitely going to rectify this, starting tomorrow. He was going to show Blaine that he could be the best boyfriend in the world.

His dad knocked on the door before opening it. “Dinner will be in ten minutes. Afterwards, I’d like to speak to you.”

Kurt nodded, and his father left the room. He suspected that his dad might want to talk after seeing him hug Blaine in the car. He only hoped it wouldn’t involve pamphlets.

—*—

Friday, March 30, the night of Rachel’s party

“Twirl around for us,” Nick instructed.

Blaine was glad that he decided to buy his own trousers this week because they fit him perfectly. He never liked leaving things to chance, and it made him feel more in control of how he looked. It was probably the only part of tonight that he could actually control.

Jeff pinched Blaine’s ass. “Excellent choice, B. The ripped jeans fit you like a second skin. Kurt is going to flip when he sees a peak of your thighs.”

“But what about my hair? It looks awful.”

“Maria is waiting for you in her room. We’ll head downstairs and wait for the other Warblers.”

Blaine entered Maria’s room, hoping she was a miracle worker.

“Hey, Blaine. Come have a seat. I see I’ve got my work cut out for me.”

Blaine slumped in the chair. He hadn’t thought that Maria was up for the job of taming his baby-fine, frizzy hair. “I’ve got my hair gel in my bag. Do you want me to get it?”

Maria laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding, right? I can’t wait to give you a new look. I checked out YouTube tutorials and bought all the right hair products. Just sit back and relax. This is going to take a while.”

Blaine was touched that Maria had done her homework. He was also grateful that he wasn’t in front of a mirror to see what she was doing. He recounted the past few days. Things between him and Kurt had changed since they kissed in the car. Blaine pressed a finger to his lips. That kiss! He had never experienced anything so special. It was sweet and laced with emotions he wasn’t quite prepared for. And when Kurt told him that he was cherished, it was all he could do to stop from squealing out loud.

“I can tell you’re thinking about him, B,” Maria said.

“Was it that obvious?”

Maria giggled. “You had the dreamiest look. Kurt must be a special guy.”

Blaine nodded. “He’s one of a kind.”

“Stop moving your head. It’s making it harder for me.”

Blaine sat as still as he could. Yes, things had definitely changed after that amazing kiss. Kurt had been more attentive with loads more affectionate hugs and little touches. Every day after lunch, Blaine found a sweet note and a little present in his school locker. Kurt sang “Perfect” at Glee Club, looking at him with heart eyes. Kurt had been so amazing and thoughtful; it was getting hard to distinguish between what was an act and what was real. The boundaries were getting more blurred every day. Maybe he should relax and enjoy it while he could.

Maria tugged at Blaine’s arm. “I’m finished. Let’s go to the bathroom so you can see for yourself.”

Blaine followed her to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t believe how good he looked. Maria had managed to tame his curls so that they had definition but looked soft and loose.

“Do you like it?” Maria asked with a wobbly voice.

He turned and pulled her into an embrace. “Like it? I love it! You’ve got to show me how you did it.”

Maria looked visibly relieved. “Sure, Blaine. There is something else I think might look good…”

“Spit it out. After seeing what you’ve done to my hair, I’m open to anything.”

Maria turned Blaine’s face to the mirror. “Your outfit looks great but simple. You need something extra special to make sure that Kurt can’t take his eyes off of you.”

“What are you thinking?”

Maria took a deep breath. “Eyeliner to make your eyes pop.”

“What?!” Blaine exclaimed.

“Now, hear me out. Lots of famous guys wear eyeliner, like Adam Lambert, Johnny Depp, and Prince. Even Elvis Presley wore it. Your eyes are one of your best features. It’s the sort of edginess that will make you look hot. If you don’t like it, I can always remove it.”

Blaine had to admit that those guys did look hot, and Kurt once mentioned that the best part of The Pirates of the Caribbean was drooling over Johnny Depp. This felt like a go-big-or-go-home moment, and he never shied away from those. “Okay. I’ll try it.”

Blaine stood still, opening and closing his eyes as instructed. As Kurt had recently said, they want to be actors, and actors wear makeup, right?

“Okay. You can look in the mirror now,” Maria said.

Blaine could hardly recognize himself with the new hairstyle and black eyeliner. He smiled to himself, knowing that he definitely didn’t look like Kurt’s grandpa. “I like it.”

Blaine gave Maria a massive hug. “Thanks for everything. I wish I had a sister like you.”

“And I wish I had a brother like Cooper. He’s so gorgeous.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Trust me, you don’t want Cooper and his inflated ego.”

Blaine headed to the top of the stairs and could hear the Warblers chatting at the bottom. After taking two steps, there was complete silence as all the Warblers were watching him. Was the eyeliner too much?

“Holy Oleo!” David shouted.

Blaine snarked back, “I didn't know you could yodel.”

Jeff bounced in excitement. “Someone call the fire department. Blaine Warbler is on fire!”

Blaine threw his head back in laughter, loving the attention. “Chill. I’m just getting started.”

“You know, I think you may be the sole reason for global warming,” Thad joked.

Trent’s face was flushed. “I think I’ll head to the kitchen and stick my head in the freezer to cool down.”

The Warblers gathered together and sang, “OH, YEAH!”

Blaine laughed to himself when he noticed that they were all wearing jeans and white T-shirts. They certainly liked to wear a uniform, even outside of school. He greeted each Warbler, preening at their compliments. They gave him the confidence he needed to get through the evening.

Jeff jumped on a nearby chair and hollered, “Let’s get the party started!”

Trent came over to Blaine. “There’s room in my car for you.”

“Guys! Don’t forget to do your vocal warmups in the car. We’ve got a performance coming up,” Wes reminded them.

“You guys are singing?” Blaine asked.

“We’re going to arrive with a song. You’ll be our lead soloist, of course,” Wes replied.

Blaine’s body filled with dread. Why didn’t Jeff or Nick warn him? “I’m not sure about that. Maybe once the karaoke has started.”

David threw his arm around Blaine’s shoulder. “Since when has Blaine Warbler shied away from an entrance? Come on. It’ll be fun. Like the old days.”

Thad added, “We picked a song you know. With the way you look… It’ll be perfect.”

Blaine reminded himself that tonight would be a go-big-or-go-home moment, and fist-pumped. “OH, YEAH!”

Blaine put on his new jacket, enjoying the feel of the soft leather. His mom had given him special permission to buy it as a gift for winning Regionals.

Nick sidled up to him. “Nice jacket. You look even hotter than James Dean.”

They loaded into the cars and did the vocal warmups as Wes ordered on the way to Rachel’s. Blaine was pleasantly surprised by the song choice and mentally went through the lyrics and possible dance moves. Yes, this would be the perfect song to make their entrance.

In no time at all, they were at the Berry house, and they could see lights on in the basement. Blaine popped a mint in his mouth, knowing that there might be kissing later. They piled out of the cars, entered the house, and tossed their overnight bags in the corner. He led the Warblers to the basement door and could hear Rachel singing “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers.” Poor Finn. He must have done something wrong.

“God, this party sounds so lame,” Thad remarked.

“Then let’s get it started,” Jeff half-whispered.

Blaine shook his body, took a deep breath, and whispered to himself, “Courage.”

After taking a few steps down the stairs, he began to sing.

So hot Out the box Can we pick up the pace? Turn it up, Heat it up I need to be entertained.

The New Directions stopped what they were doing and gaped. Blaine quickly scanned the room to find Kurt and Dave standing next to each other. He hoped that Kurt’s mouth dropped open was a good sign.

The Warblers were in their usual formation behind him, doing their trademarked side-shuffle. They began to harmonize with him.

I told ya I'm a hold ya down until you're amazed Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name

When a few New Direction members began dancing, Blaine worked the room. He shimmied with Santana, hip-bumped a stunned Finn, and slowly twirled Artie’s wheelchair. By this time, everyone was dancing and singing along. He flung his head back and loved the feel of his curls bouncing. He worked his way toward Kurt for the final lines. He tossed off his jacket and grabbed Kurt’s hand, swaying their bodies together.

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet (bet ya thought) You thought an angel swept you off your feet Well I'm about to turn up the heat (turn up the heat) I'm here for your entertainment

Blaine gently moved one of his hands from Kurt’s hip to the middle of his upper back. After guiding Kurt’s hand to his neck, he dipped Kurt and crashed their lips together. Unlike their previous chaste kisses, this was hot and dirty, filled with urgency and lust. Blaine felt heat flash through his body. The hoots and hollers sounded muffled while he focused on Kurt’s lips working against his. Kurt tugged his curls, and Blaine let out a moan. When Blaine felt Kurt’s tongue, he immediately parted his lips. Kurt kissed him deeper, plunging his tongue inside his mouth, hot and deep. Blaine’s head was spinning. Kurt’s touch, his smell, his taste filled his senses.

“Wanky!” Santana shouted.

Santana’s voice brought Blaine back to reality. They had an audience. He and Kurt were fake dating. Blaine slowly raised Kurt so they were facing each other. Blaine stood there, dumbfounded. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath. The kiss was the most erotic experience of his life.

He looked at Kurt, who was heavily panting and had a look that Blaine couldn’t decipher.

Author's Notes: Song included was “For Your Entertainment” performed by Adam Lambert.

Thank you, Lilyvandersteen, for your speedy review. Your beta skills always made my writing so much better. I made last-minute edits and performed the final proofreading by myself, so all mistakes are mine.

Notes from GleefulDarrenCrissFan: Hey. Thanks to Teddyshoney, this story is completely edited. I'm going to start publishing three times a week until the full story is published. The next chapter, by Hippohead, will be posted Saturday.

#The Prom-us #the prom-us #klaine fic roulette- the prom-us #the prom us

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Shaymie ⟡ Wonder Tea Party (04)

[01] [02] [03] [XX] [05] [06] [07]

“Mysterious Challenge”

As we make our way out of the flower field, a table appears before us, accompanied by a sweet aroma.

Emma: This must be the tea party that the dog told us about, right...?

Rouge: Probably. But looks like there’s no one here, let alone our mysterious star Alice.

Shaymie: Mm? Look, something’s falling~

Shaymie jumps up to catch a sheet of paper as it flutters down from the sky.

Emma: It has something written on it. Let’s see... “Would you like to meet me? All you have to do is have more and more fun.”

Alongside those words is a list of what sounds like instructions.

Emma: Do you think by “me,” this could be Alice?

I subconsciously glance upwards, but all I see is the vast azure sky above.

Rouge: This feels like some kind of challenge... or maybe more like, quests?

Emma: Maybe we’ll get to see her if we carry these out.

Shaymie: Then what are we waiting for~? Rouge, which one should we do first~?

Rouge: Mm... What about this? “Today is an Unbirthday! Host a tea party”!

Emma: These are oddly specific instructions... The teacups must be the color of roses, and the sugar pot must be shaped like a cat?

Shaymie: Oh, they had those at the restaurant we were at! We can go borrow them~

Emma: And that clears up our tea party! The next quest is... “Sing a song for me with the singing flowers.”

Rouge: Ehh! Weren’t the singing flowers all the way back at the forest?

Rouge: I don’t even remember where they were~

Shaymie: I do! I remember where the flowers are! I’ll lead the way~

Rouge & The Flowers: ♪~ ♪ ♪~~

Shaymie: Wow! Your voice is super duper pretty~! I wanna hear you sing with the flowers again!

Rouge: Hehe, thank you. I’ll give you an encore when we’ve got time.

Rouge: Emma-chan, what’s our next quest?

Emma: Um, “Make a rainbow bouquet.” ...Did we see rainbow-colored flowers anywhere?

Rouge: Hm... I don’t think so. We could make one using a variety of colored flowers, so that it looks like a rainbow?

Shaymie: There were red flowers blooming near the restaurant! I also saw blue ones on the riverbank, and orange ones in the flower field!

Thanks to Shaymie, we got through the quests very quickly. Before we knew it, we only had one left.

Shaymie: The last one says~... “Find your way out of the rose maze?”

Emma: Rose maze—?

(Flash!)

Rouge & Shaymie & Emma: Ouh! / Wah! / Woah!

The very next second after the three of us tilted our heads in confusion, a hedge of roses appeared before us.

Emma: Th-They weren’t kidding when they said anything can happen in the Land of Wonders...!

Rouge: Ahaha, Rouge-san’s already gotten used to this.

Shaymie: Ehehe, I think I can help you get through the maze! Let’s go~!

Emma: Oh, hold on, Shaymie!

Rouge: ...Uh oh, another dead end.

Shaymie: Then how about we turn back and go left? We haven’t gone that way yet~!

Emma: (Having Shaymie here really saved us...)

Putting our full confidence in Shaymie, Rouge-san and I continue following his sure-footed guidance, but then——

Shaymie: Woah!? I-It got dark!

I hear Shaymie suddenly shout out of nowhere, and look up to see him anxiously spinning in circles.

Emma: What’s wrong, Shaymie!?

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explosionshark · 1 year

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3, 15, 55! and also please identify the most gothic powerful vampire song on it. the people need to know

edited to do this GAME RIGHT bc i forgot it was about lyrics :')

3. Direction by Mat Kerekes (feat. Anthony Green) - so this is a track off the debut solo album of Mat Kerekes, singer of beloved emo band Citizen. The guest vocals are by Anthony Green of Circa Survive. But what I really wanna talk about is the production, bc this is the first record I listened to that really made me aware of Will Yip. This is an acoustic record, really stripped down and organic sounding, and Kerekes plays all the music except for some percussion provided by Yip - it all sounds so bright and airy. The guitar tone has this gorgeous twangy pop, the percussion sounds like someone slapping a pattern out right next to your ear. Admittedly, this is probably so high up on the list bc it was on a playlist i made when i went insane and wrote a 90k word fanfic earlier this year, but still - love this song, love this record. The Anthony Green verse at the end is so dramatic and good "I could be anything that you wanted / I wouldn't mind if you handed me a loaded gun / Crack a smile while you turn the safety off / I'll destroy anything that you want me to / Help me try and understand what you're going through"

15. Ladders of Supremacy by Coheed & Cambria - I'm not here to convince anyone to listen to Coheed bc I don't think anyone should. They just happen to be my favorite band (derogatory). However, in their extensive catalogue this track still manages to stand out - by being the exact thing they do really, really well. It literally always works on me. I'd consider this song the first part of a three part suite that closes out the record (a concept album, per usual). There's an incredibly sexy bass line on this song, a great chorus, kinda filthy bluesy guitar work, and a shockingly jazzy drum performance from Josh Eppard. It's just peak Coheed prog bullshit and I'm so weak to it. So, this Coheed album is the second part of a record that came out in 2019 and it's about a kid who uhh perceives all of time at once? And also his parents who are sci-fi bank robbers/theater performers? Who the fuck cares. "Stay down, boy, see, ya got clowned, boy" is Typical Claudio Nonsensery but the delivery is so fun. Down BWAAH see ya got clowned BWAAAH

55. Wear U Down by Teenage Wrist - I Am Not Immune To Shoegazey Alt Rock. Actually I was surprised tracks off this record weren't higher in my play count this year, bc I feel like I listened to it a lot? I don't have as much to say about this - great fuzzy guitars, love the snare tone. "I'll wear you down, down down" is not a very articulate or impressive chorus, but it sure is fun to sing along with in the car. There's a great lyrical book end in the first verse and the last that goes "Stomp me out / I'm burning red but now I'm done" and then later "Stomp me out / Before I burn another hole" and who among us hasn't poorly ashed a cigarette and found this relatable?

out of these three songs I'd say the biggest gothic powerful vampire energy is probably teenage wrist. but that's grading on hard curve.

out of my whole top 100, biggest gothic powerful vampire energy is When Will God's Work Be Done by Unto Others. This is a GREAT song - big Sisters of Mercy But Heavier vibes. Very goth adjacent imo. This vocalist is incredible. He makes all kinds of great noises - OUGHHHH! HUAAGHH! AUUH! GAUGHDD! WHEN WILL GOD'S WORK BE DONE! Anyway very vampy lyrics + a great evil laugh at the end - "Working all night in the burning dark" / "When a man dies, I feel alive" / "Death, such sweet release" / "Make sure the first bite is the last bite" - yeah! easy win.

#thanks sona!!!!#i talked SO much but it was fun i love music #spotify wrapped --#ask games

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I was tagged by @destinyandcoins to list my current top 5 songs. There was no requirement that I go into excruciating detail about my feelings regarding these songs, but also, notably (perhaps for next time!) no specific prohibition against me doing so. Therefore...

"This Woman's Work" by Kate Bush. I am obsessed with, and yet also slightly hate, this song; I think the first line and hook/chorus are great, but I'm iffy on the rest of it. It feels unfinished. It's also very hard to just casually sing to yourself, which tbh is one of my top criteria for songs. Once in a delirium I got the idea to combine it with the good parts of another song I love-hate, "Glycerine" by the band Bush, but so far I haven't quite been able to make it work. Fun fact + opinion: despite it being written for a movie in which Kevin Bacon's wife nearly dies in childbirth, the actual best ever use of "This Woman's Work" was in the series 2 premiere of The Handmaid's Tale, during the execution scene.

"Spooky Scary Skeletons (Undead Tombstone Remix)" by Andrew Gold. Look. I didn't really get to enjoy Halloween this year because I was suffering from a dissertation. I'm not ready to let go of spooky season just yet. And as I've said before, by all rights spooky season should last through Christmas at least—the Victorians (my best bitches) told ghost stories at Christmas! A Christmas Carol is a ghost story! I'm probably going to reread The Woman in Black for Christmas this year. Anyway. This is obviously a goofy-spooky song (and best enjoyed in the form of Tom BetGeorge's Halloween light show), but it also brings me a lot of joy. For properly spooky music, we turn now to:

"Bottom of the River" by Delta Rae. A bitch loves some Southern Gothic! Delta Rae is a very Fleetwood Mac-esque group in that their songs cover a range of styles depending on which band member is featured, and I am partial to Brittany Hölljes's "witch" songs (whose music videos tell an ongoing story). They're apparently working on a musical(!), so look out for that if you enjoy this piece.

"Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac. A bitch ALSO loves mess, and it doesn't get messier than Rumours, perhaps best summed up by John Mulaney as "an album written by and for people cheating on each other." (One of many observations of his that aged poorly!) This live performance from The Dance may be the best version of Stevie Nicks' wistful-scornful breakup anthem, in which it is clear Lindsey Buckingham truly will "never break away from the sound of the woman that loved you". I distinctly remember first hearing Stevie do this on VH-1's Storytellers, which she verifiably didn't, but I chalk that up to her being a witch. My memory is fine! Get off of my lawn.

Superliminal soundtrack by Matt Christensen. Yeah, I'm putting a whole album on here; arrest me. I have not personally played Superliminal because I have a decade-old MacBook that would burst into flames if I even thought about it, but I watched a playthrough of it while doing my master's degree and got really emotional about the ending. (Yes, it is a puzzle game.) The soundtrack is my go-to for background work music now, and if you also enjoy it, you can buy it directly here. I also strongly recommend playing the game if you can (or else watching a no-commentary playthrough), though if you're really pressed for time, you can also watch the devs react to a 23-minute speedrun.

I don't know who to tag in these, but if you wanna do it, just do it; the police can't stop you.

#tag games #music #fynn posts

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Sophie Random Song Recs (1/?)

hi, STAY, it’s sophie! … there’s a bunch of songs from all sorts of genres that recently caught my attention, so i thought i’d share them with you guys- huh? what, Jisung? oh, no, i’m just talking to STAY. oh, you wanna come too? okay!- STAY, Jisung is gonna come join me :)

Jisung comes and sits on the couch by Sophie, waving to STAY

anyway, so i was thinking i’d share some of my new favorite songs! (Sophie smiles and picks up her phone to read off a list)

they’re not all new songs, some of them are pretty old… but anyway the first one is Typa Girl by Blackpink, Changbin is actually teaching me to rap this since it’s in English…

how’s that going?

(Sophie laughs) it’s going pretty good actually! the second verse- yknow, the rap one- is easy at first but then it gets harder.

it’ll get easier (Jisung reassures her)

(Sophie hugs him) thanks, Jisung :)

(STAY notices the interaction and floods the comments with things like “awww sweet” and “Sophie you’re so lucky to have an older brother like Jisung” )

(Sophie and Jisung make sure to respond to as many comments as they can before Sophie brings the music back into the conversation)

so anyway, STAY, the next song i want to show you is Heart of Stone by Britt Nicole, it’s the first song that i ever tried rapping to… it’s also got a deep meaning behind it (she explains the meaning behind the song) …and so it’s a special song to me.

(STAY again flood the comments, this time asking her to rap it for them)

(Sophie laughs, a little embarrassed, but she agrees and pulls up the song and does the rap verse for STAY)

anyway, there’s one more song i’d like to show you guys, it’s one that i want to cover in the future but i want to know what you guys think (Sophie pulls the song up) … it’s called Behold, and it’s a Christmas song about Jesus (Jisung smiled at her boldness about proclaiming her faith in the middle of a vlive) and its been one of my favorites for a really long time. so anyway, here it is. (she plays the song, occasionally singing along, Jisung even plays around with it a little)

(when the song is done a certain comment comes to sophie’s attention) …you guys think Felix and I should do it together? (she blushes a little) he might not agree to it, you know, since everyone’s busy right now and we’d have to start working on it now to have it ready for Christmastime… but i’ll ask him! (she promises STAY)

(after a few more minutes of talking with STAY, Sophie and Jisung sign off)

happy October, STAY!! be safe and remember i love you all (Sophie waves and blows STAY a kiss before ending the vlive)

taglist: @fromfreesia @skz-angel @skzfairies @mynameisnotlaura (just send an ask to be added or removed! <3)

#skz’ bubbly sunflower 🫧🌻#sophie random song recs 🎶🎧#stray kids’ sophie #stray kids 9th member

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Hi!!! Bronchitis sounds so awful..I hate that for you. I'm glad you feel better from that at least. I know the feeling..I also have not been to the doctor in forever but I'm glad you're trying to take better care of yourself. I hope there's nothing wrong in the results!

Ooh I have a lot of favorite Taylor collabs..like I love Nothing New a lot and Castles Crumbling. Cowboy Like Me is one of my sisters favorite Taylor songs and it grew on me a lot. But I always tell her I loved Coney Island more. And Evermore is probably my favorite Taylor song ever so I guess that..haha. i also love Exile and Renegade a lot..and the Last Time!!! You can't love any of these without the Last Time in my opinion..lol. I love your The Lakes bracelet so much..also one of my favorite songs? What are some of your absolute favorite Taylor songs or ones that mean a lot to you? So we actually went tonight!!! It was awesome and so much fun! Yes it was also 11PM..but that's because my sister works until 10 every night. I usually eat dinner around midnight lol. I was a little sad we weren't seeing it the same day/the 13th but I also wanted to see it ASAP and this just worked out better..cuz she usually sees her bf every Friday. My mom also went and was impressed by the show. I love the pink bucket! My theater didn't have that..omg! But I was able to get a cup and a regular bucket. Honestly I just wore my eras tour shirt..and I was sad cuz another one I ordered hadn't arrived yet..oh well. It was the enchanted dress tour shirt and it would've been perfect! There weren't too many people though but it was fun to sing and dance out loud with just us there. I'm sure whatever you wear will be cute and you'll have a great time!!! I can't wait to hear what you think. Rep and Midnights eras were really fun!!! I might go again..maybe after 1989 is out or something..but I'm still planning to go to Les Mis next week too.

Btw..I think it's so cool that you were named after Cosette! My name is Kaleigh..pronounced kay lee..since my sister says you should at least know my name haha and her name is Rachael..in case you wanna know. Yep I always based my personality around being a twin haha but I am not talkative in real life..which people think of Geminis, but besides that maybe. I don't know that much about astrology..but I'm a Gemini Sun and Moon, and Leo or Cancer rising. All I know is Cancers are kinda sensitive right..or maybe that's Pisces and they're both water signs. The only thing I know about Sags are the fire sign. What are some of their other traits that are most like you? And are you a big birthday person? What are your plans? Holidays don't mean that much to me anymore..for a while, we always worked on holidays..so it makes me nostalgic as well. I like Christmas cuz we always make Christmas cookies. What about you? Do you do anything special?

Omg only $5..that's great! Ive never heard of that..but I also try to get Rush tickets as much as possible. How often would you watch shows? Like every month or week? Or was it only for some or at certain shows? I'm just curious. Ooh was seeing a West End show any different compared to Broadway? Or is it all the same as just seeing a show on tour? I don't really know..besides the official playbill logo of course. I would really like to go to London..to see a show.. and Paris someday..how many places have you traveled?

Yes I would like to.. so I could at least maybe compare it to the musical at some point. My sister has read it in high school but for some reason, my class skipped that and read Huck Finn instead I think. The same thing happened with Les Mis actually..my class did not read it..but we didn't get into the musical until later anyway haha. So that is on my list and I own copies and also maybe Little Women at some point. Don't worry about the ask though! But also Wuthering Heights..since I saw you reblogged a post, that has been on my list for a while and I never saw a movie version or anything. Do you recommend reading it? But yes to Gatsby whenever you want. It will be the free version on Google for me..idk if that matters or not.

Oh don't worry..there are so many days I don't have energy to read either and sometimes get busy too. But I am proud of myself for actually finishing the book!!! Even if it was just okay and I agree with how you felt. I think I have told you before..I have a problem with rating and knowing how good a book actually is. I rate more based on feelings or if it means something to me. So you might not have enjoyed it as much as me if you did get it..and the writing and style is very basic. I think it does have a lot of flaws and I just read it at the right time. I am still waiting for my sister to read it together so I can do a reread but it's also kind of a hard book to recommend cuz I'm not sure it's good but means something to me, and I'm still curious about the sequel. But the Today Tonight Tomorrow sequel..called Past Present and Future.. cover and summary are on Goodreads now..speaking of sequels, and if you're interested. It sounded pretty good just based on that. But yes totally of course..for the other Tomorrow book, lol and I might even read them at the same time..since I am basically done with Business or Pleasure too. You can share your thoughts about it if you want. I really like her writing I think. I think changing the title of your book is pretty common, she even said on her Instagram I went thru last week...the original title for Business or Pleasure was Unquotable, and Every Summer After originally had a different title as well, but I do find it interesting.

I hope you have an amazing day and time seeing the movie too!!! I can't wait for your reply and reactions. I'm sure everyone will love your pretty bracelets! 🩷🩷🩷

thank you!! 🤍 you're so kind! i am also trying to be better about recording when i do not feel ... good, so i have more data to show the doctor when i go back in the future!

renegade is SO good! i haven't listened to it lately but i do really, really love it. and thank you so much 🥹 i had so much fun making that bracelet — i've really missed being crafty since i quit bullet journaling, so i've been having a lot of fun! trying to make a bunch more bracelets for my friends going to international shows soon too — i have some friends over in australia & new zealand that are going to the sydney/melb shows, so i want to send them some bracelets, and then some friends over in europe who have their shows coming up, etc! and i want to make bracelets for some upcoming concerts of mine to hand out anyways — i think it's just fun and it's nice and an easy way to make friends!! i am not extroverted but i like talking to people/making friends at concerts!

i sent my list of favorite taylor songs to a friend a while ago, so i actually do have an answer for this — in no particular order: mirrorball, tied together with a smile, dear reader, cardigan, the outside, daylight, enchanted, the archer, jump then fall, long live (honorary mentions: you are in love, new romantics, forever & always, cold as you, mastermind, you're on your own kid, nothing new, and forever winter)!

omg how was the crowd? did you have fun! i usually eat dinner early early! like i eat dinner when my best friend eats her lunch haha. my eating schedule is so off because i'm usually up super early, etc. my mom went to an AMC near her work and picked up the pink bucket for me, i'm super lucky — i hope i'm able to get one for my friend tonight though! i'm going to be meeting a coworker for coffee and then going over to that area (hoping to pick up the tote bag/baton for another friend, and then grab something quick to eat before the movie). i really hope you get to see les mis; i'm SO excited for you!!!!

wait does your sister know about me? 🥹 that's so cute! hi kaleigh! hi rachael! i have a friend named kayleigh hehe! cancers are definitely quite sensitive/emotional — i am VERY much a cancer moon! and very much a sagittarius — i think very much like the archer! i am not a big birthday person, i actually do not really like doing a whole lot for my birthday! i do love christmas! what kind of cookies do you make?

and usually just for certain shows! i think it felt more like broadway, due to theatre sizing but i don't think there's like a huge huge difference! i've been very lucky to travel to a lot of places, but nowhere will beat home (hong kong) for me! i did really love london though, but a large part of what made that so special was that i got to meet an internet friend turned best friend in person for the first time!

i do enjoy wuthering heights, but it's not my favorite classic! little women is one of my top three, and i highly highly highly recommend it! and that's totally fine; let me know whenever you want to start! i'm busy this weekend but could start next week :) i saw the cover of PPF earlier and i'm really excited for it! hope you have a good day/weekend! <3

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