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acesofspadess · 4 months

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Starting Line

a/n: Up All Night is here!!!!!!!!!! if you have any specific moments from this era send them in!!!!

December 2010

You remember when you said you were ready for your life to change, yeah well surprise… it did. Immediately after The Final, the band's song, Forever Young, was leaked. It was only supposed to be released had you won, but the people had a different plan, and so did Simon…

It was only a single day after the unfortunate events of the finally did Simon call you all in. Luckily you were still moving out of the house so the commute wasn't nearly as bad as it would've been had you all gone back home.

Walking into the room where Simon was sitting was nerve wracking. None of you knew why you were there, and the tension in the room was thick.

“I took a big fat risk with you guys.” Here we go. Simon had a way of putting you all down in the most inhumane way possible, only to bring you back up. You all sat there listening to him go on about the band and you could only imagine if this is what happened to all artists. “So despite the risk, Sony will be taking you on in the morning.”

You were all over the moon. This is what you wanted to do from the moment you made it through the judges house. It was finally happening. You all jumped in excitement before Simon was talking again. “We also want to do a little show in your first year of the band, so a camera crew will be following you around for a lot of the places you go.”

You all were so excited, getting signed and a show, could it get any better.

“Autumn, Harry, a word please.” You both told the rest of the boys you would meet them downstairs as Simon had you sit again.

“Now, I'm sure you're somewhat aware that you two have had the most recognizement of the band during the show.” You and Harry looked at each other subtly as he spoke. “I just wNt you guys to know that is only going to increase by a ton.” you looked at Harry who was already looking at you. “I just wanted to warn you, you'll probably get it more than the rest of the boys. That's all, you're free to go.” you both said goodbye and walked down a little confused.

“What was that about?” Louis asked when you both stepped out the elevator. “I couldn’t even tell you.” all boys sensing your confusion left it alone. “I wonder how this show is going to work?” Zayn inquired in the van.

“I think it's going to be like a documentary.” Liam answered first, and you all agreed. “I hope its not too invasive.” you spoke quietly and Niall rested his head on your shoulder comfortingly. “It's not going to be Petal. We aren't that popular.” He joked trying to lift your spirits. You shoved lightly, making everyone laugh. Maybe this is exactly where you needed to be.

"everyones going home for Christmas but maybe we can meet again after at my house?" you offered up. "Ill be there." Niall immediately pitched in. "Yeah, me too. After all, were gonna need to start on some music." Louis added in and you all got to discussing your first ever album. What the f-

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(Louis, Niall, Harry, Worth The Risk, Living, or All)

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zombiiegrr · 1 year

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Brooklyn Baby. (๑>◡<๑)

a dbf! bucky x afab! reader.

word count : 3130

honestly everything is the same but Bucky is like healed happy and he more like amazing soldier then winter solder lol and jazz thanos didn’t happen causes it’s not marvel it’s more like real army idk with Tony still bring a billionaire + vision being ‘normal’ like wandavison and wanda acting like that aswell :)

cw: y/n is down so bad, cocky!bucky, slightly toxic! bucky not at first, age gaps (y/n is 21 while bucky is 38), cursing, smut. jealously, secret relationship. mentions of skin tone doesn’t exist here. daddy issues, slight mommy issues idk characters pick up the reader theyre all STRONG ass men so dont think the reader is supposed to be petite or anything!! ALSO there’s mention of recent readers 21 birthday ok I’m a june 3 gemini so… idk… ur birthday but it’s technically going to be hot in the fanfic so summer but I won’t say birthdates

Your mother had you at 17 leading to your father going into the military at 18 leaving you and your mother, fighting for his country meeting friends turning into family including bucky

i've always thought when someone watches someone growup then bangs them is kinda sooooo odd.. so bucky was never really around the reader when she was a kid he was on duty and when he was around the reader was way to nervous to even be downstairs when he was there so its not like that!!!!!!

music i listened to while writing. some song fit ill tell u to play them

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“Now landing in New York! enjoy your holiday or welcome home!” The flight attendant says waking you up. You stood gain the feeling back in your legs, got your suitcase from above you wait for the people in front of you to get their items.

Your phone finally gained service flooding in texts from your roommate asking if you got on the flight safe. a bit from your mother telling you to make your dad get you things and more family telling you to have fun and say hi to your father for them. after reading most you finally got to your father's texts telling you his friends were coming to the airport to get you and to be “nice to them”

Just great. You loved your dads' friends the only thing was you had a crush on about every one of them realizing how attractive they are when you hit puberty making you shy around them leading to them thinking you dislike them. It had been 8 years since you left to California to live with your mother for school/the social life (Californian here!) Visiting during summers, Christmas, Thanksgivings and or your father's birthday. After 18 you choose spending summers and most holidays with your father and mother sometimes coming with.

Your fathers' main friends. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, San Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James Rhodes. James “Bucky” Barnes, & Scott Lang. Your father had a lot of friends from all over and They were all handsome, but Bucky was breathtaking. You hadn’t seen him in 8 years well you seen him but hadn't even had a full convo you would avoid him like the plague being so embarrassed of the things you talked about with your friends when they pointed him out in family vacation photos.

You finally fully got off the plane moving quicky not wanting to be late and make them wait outside as you arrive outside blinded by the brightness of the sun as you wait for your eyes to adjust. As you finally get the hang of the brightness you hear some walking fast behind you “NO WAY SAME AIRPORT!?” Scott says as he walks over holding cassies hand as she waves aggressively with her other hand you smile wide knowing Scott lived above you in California , San Francisco. So it made sense landing in the same airport.

A car horn makes you all look over quickly seeing an Chrysler 300 with a metal arm out the window meeting the glasses of a guy smirking at you and before you could react someone busts open the back door making your face light up realizing who it was.

“DOUNTTTTT!!!!!” Clint screamed getting looks from other people there as you ran to him aswell

“HAWKEYE!!!” Clint had earned the name hawkeye when he had been the only one approved to use a bow and arrow with guns on the field and according to your dad he moved and had the eyes of a hawk giving him the nickname “Hawkeye” which you loved as a child still using now when he called to check on you helping you during fails and letting you stay with his family during fights with your mom.

"Geez you look all different kid had to make sure it was you." Clint says as he hugged you tightly giving you a kiss on the forehead while taking your suitcase in the other arm.

"Is that really you superstar you got taller or is something else different?" A kind smile meets your eyes as Sam reaches over the driver's seat "Well, I'm 21 now! last time you seen me I was like what 17?" Clint nods his head as he puts your suitcase in the back of the car.

“WHATS UP TINY” Sam says as he gets out the car to run and hug Cassie earning a giggle from Cassie as he lifts her up “oh you brought your father” sam jokes as he puts her down “Yeah ok Sam it’s great to see you to” Scott laughs as he hugs him and Clint

"Hello ladybug" Bucky says removing his glasses. he called you ladybug when he came home from duty to you welcoming him home with your dad in a ladybug outfit and when you dyed your hair red and black and always wore black and white. You liked ladybugs and liked that the few times you spoken; he had called you one.

"James-" he laughed slightly at your formality reminding you that bucky was fine making your stomach fluttery at the eye contact "Almost drove past you bug. You look beautiful you father talks about you like you're still a kid hiding from us on the stairs. But then I seen Scott your a lifesaver Scott " Bucky eyes you making you feel small under his gaze.

"Woah lay off the charm handsome" Scott laughs out loud not causing Bucky to break eye contact just smirk a bit more.

You get in the car begging bucky to drive you home fast He laughs and jokes about how insane Californians are with driving. OfCourse the two in the car start agreeing and shit talking Californians. You laugh seeing as you were literally in NEW YORK and so were they. and in an argument between the worst driving between New York and Cali? New York takes the cake or at least in your opinion.

you see scott putting his stuff in the back and you asking if Scott and Cassie were getting a ride then you got confirmation that Scott was invited by your father and you would be going to the same place!

the car ride was a bit quiet besides humming from you or clint. Many questions from Cassie before she passed out knocked out after 5 minutes. Bucky did ask about school, housing, and asked how your mom was doing. You answered all happily just happy to talk to anyone other then your roommate or your mom. Sam starts to ask the ‘good’ questions asking if you had had a drink yet since you had (recently) turned 21 extremely quietly looking over at Cassie You answered half ass knowing you truthfully had only had a few cocktails and maybe a beer while at a party only enough to get tipsy nothing getting you drunk.

You Start to pull up to the house watching your father standing outside with Tony talking about something noticing us pulling in.

“OH YOUR HOME” you father says LOUDLY gaining a very blank stare from Tony covering his ear rolling his eyes. He parks and you run out to hug your father being too broke to see him but not wanting to ask others to pay for a ticket you hugged him for a while before tony ask how long it’s been since you had seen each other.

“6 Months. Longest time since I was on duty.” You father answers gaining a frown from you. “College payment. I went broke and tried working overtime but my car-“your father cut you off with another hug reminding you that you’re here now daddy issue go crazy.

It had taken a while to repair the relationship with your father dealing with the damage of what he did and how his cheating broke up your family and how he ‘parented you’ due to his own issues and ‘shell shock’ from the years at service you could recognize he was trying so hard to change and heal.

“not to ruin the moment but I have a surprise or well we have a surprise let’s go inside” you dad says as you watch Clint grab your bag so you start walking in with your dad.

Steve, and Rhodes were talking in the kitchen looking over and noticing you. “Hell kid you sure grew up” Steve walks over giving you a big hug seen as those are common today sorry if you hate hugs Rhodes behind also giving you a hug.

“Ok give me the floor please lady’s and gentlemen. I and Darren have decided to force all of you to go on a family trip with us and before any of you say shit like ‘work’ or ‘kids’ or whatever I will slap you i cleared everything for you guys cause I’m me. But yeah kids are coming with causes it a damn huge lake house” Tony says as he pulls his laptop out to pull up the lake house Information.

“We and I mean WE ALL will be staying at Twin Oaks At The Chapin Estate for the summer because I own that place and it sits there collecting dust. HEY, Clint your kids they will have a room with bunk beds and Scott you okay with Cassie bunking them and Morgan?” Scott said it was perfectly fine with him if It was okay with Cassie who was nodding. Tony continued “it’s me and pepper of course Darren already claimed his room Nat and banner are gonna visit but not stay, Vision, Wanda, their kids and Thor will be staying in a place that they decided to rent like a seven-minute walk away from away from us so that’s cool. So that’s three more rooms any takers?

Everyone was kind of collecting information. You were overjoyed about going out to the lake and the family restaurants in that area. Sam said that he was fine with a couch and really didn’t need a room which a few people without rooms started to agree with.

As everyone started talking about rooms and stays and everything else your mind starts to wander to Bucky and the thought you and him staying in the same place overnight although you did feel a bit silly getting so excited over that. You didn’t even realize he was sitting right in front of you at the table smiling at you making you feel warm you stupidly thought if he could hear your thoughts. You thought about asking your dad to put you both in the same room cringing at the look your father would give you.

“hey ladybug” bucky whispers making you look at him making eye contact for the first time in a bit. “Hm?” You ask trying not to express any nervousness especially not around everyone else and especially not in front of him. “excited? I haven’t been on a trip in forever even if we’re staying in New York that place is expensive knowing Tony” you agreed saying you were excited just nervous about getting bored or homesick he laughed a bit and reminded you he won’t let you get bored locking eye contact feeling his knee slightly hit yours before he his smirk slightly grew.

“Okay final decision. Me and pepper, Clint and Laura, The kids, Darren, y/n, Rhodes, and Steve. And for some reason the rest of you prefer the couches? I dont know but I don’t care it’s figured out. Also shit I told the kids I’m sponsoring that he can bring his friends out to the lake and the pool and the gym and all that they aren’t staying but heads up.”

“Parker?” Darren asks. Tony nodded his head as he closed his computer. Everyone looked happy and it make you happy. Bucky would be using a couch which seemed like something he would do but being honest he’ll probably share a room with Steve falling asleep on the couch in Steve’s room of choice. You were fine with him sneaking in your room though

When the thought came to your head your looked at him right away giggling and squeezing your legs together like a teenager everyone looked at your confused and you father asked what was so funny backed up by bucky wondering as-well you laughed again apologizing and changing the subject saying you would be going shopping to pack for the trip backed up by Scott asking if you would be so kind to pick up a bathing suit for Cassie which you agreed

“Do you even remember where everything is?” Bucky teased. Why was he being so flirty? Were you being delusional?? Were you misinterpreting everything? Was he flirting or just hot and talking .

“yeah. Wanna go with just incase I forgot?” Smoothhhh you thought to yourself begging that no one else will invite themselves attempting to keep his invitation quiet.

“Don’t mind if I do. I have the ugliest swim trunks so I have to get new ones hun” he replied getting up saying he would get his keys

Everyone else said it would be smart to go Home and pack or something all deciding to meet up here again the next morning at 7am to start the drive over seeing as it would take a few hours did my research frfr

about 30 minutes later! (>ω^)

“sooo adult Life? How do you like it? I asked this before but in a car full of people and a kid so is it the same answer?” Bucky asked as walked around the clothing store you laughed knowing you did change your answer cause of the people in the car

“It’s shit. My mom forgets I’m a adult and cussed me out because i went to “way to many parties in one week” and posted “things” when I knew people from church view my story so she took my car which caused me to spend everything on a new one which is why I couldn’t pay to come out here” you could feel the words pouring out of you and Bucky was an amazing listener he followed every word you spoke feeling and reading you emotions and you could tell that made your heart pound.

“Man im sorry kid. Why didn’t you reach out? Dumb question I know it can be hard but your ‘uncle’ is a billionaire he would have happily got you a ticket to visit and your dad missed you like crazy he would have definitely helped.”

you frowned again. “oh no ladybug I didn’t mean like you did something wrong I’m just saying we’re here for you. We care and if you ever need to come out here for anything we will happily help. excuse me I’m not the best with words”

“you’re great. thank you bucky.” you said as you hugged his arm he pulled you away a bit which made you confused but then he gave you a full hug in the middle of the store which made you laugh in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him go. He smelt so good and covered so much of you he held on to you so tightly and easy it make you shake.

“Woah you're shaking to hard of a hug. Sorry kid” you held on before he could let go and reassured him that you were fine and just a bit touch starved, he let out an attractive laugh whispering take all the time you need. You could feel the change in your panties as you grew wetter in his hold as he whispered asking If you were alright. Making you hold him tighting nodding you head.

You finally let go shaking embarrassed that you were this into a hug for crying out loud. You locked eye contact he was smirkingly as usual looking down at your basket asking if you got everything you needed you nodded asking if he did Aswell seeing as he had nothing.

“Oh no sweetheart I just wanted a excuse to come with” you genuinely felt like you had a flood in your panties you felt so shameless for getting so wet over that over everything he did or said you nodded and smiled at him walking away before you did something stupid.

While in line Bucky was clearly eyeing your basket. The underwear the bikini THE everything or maybe he was just looking over? Unless he asked “isn't that a bit small?” pointing at the bikini “your daddy isn't gonna like that”

“I don’t care what daddy thinks or says I want the bikini”

for once Bucky looked surprised or well for a few seconds before he had a different look on his face he looked so good like he liked whatever I said I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you’re sure it had something with saying daddy.

“Move in line y/n” once again whispering in your ear you did once again feeling that pulse in your panties. If he whispered in your ear one more time you were gonna-

“You total is $226.88 cash credit? Debit? Or Apple Pay” The cashier snapped you out of it with that total as you were so confused how you got that much stuff for a 1-and-a-half-month trip. Before you could think Bucky puts his Card in being way to buff for you to cross over and cancel you just stood there saying nonooooooooo i GOT it when you definitely didn’t have it but Bucky did. Tony slipped him a card

He grabbed your bags grabbing your hand aswell leading you out saying let’s go.

“Bucky that was a lot of money.” He ignores you as you both get back into the car as you keep repeating that he didn’t need to and that you needed to look at everything to see if it was even worth it and he still wasnt repling until he did.

“Y/n i GOT it. Please kid don’t worry about me we’re gonna have so much fun and spend a lot of time together if thats alright with you and if you would stop stressing about some money right now we could start having fun right sweetheart? Thank you.” He said calmly just sternly making me sit back into lt seat

“Atta girl thank you” you almost whimpered outloud he was very leading and it made you weak he probably knew so much things you don’t you want him to teach you

“hellllllllo you’re Home ladybug” you look around seeing that youre in your driveway and start to freak out nervous to ask for his number. “Thank you so much. Is there anyway we could talk? Instagram? Number? Email? Sorry that’s silly.“ you were mixing all of your words up again. he nodded and took his phone out handing his phone to you as you put you phone number in you felt his eyes on you.

“Thank you i was going to ask someone for you number but easy if you did First” you GOT nervous at THE idea that he fought of you.

“good night Bucky don’t forget tomorrow” You said as you got your bags and got out the card.

“Oh i wouldn’t miss it for the world ladybug” he said as he watching you making sure you got into the house safely

until next time sweetheart.

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I hope you guys liked this!!! took so long im so sorry plz plz let me know how you guy liked it also Lmk for tag list this is a series.

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 3 months

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Hi, do you take requests for x readers? Im really wanting some natemare x reader (they/she pronouns) fluffy cuddles maybe a cute date? Protective and mildly possessive Mare has my heart lol hes so precious and i love him, maybe its a date and Mare left to get drinks or something and a creep wouldnt leave y/n alone so Mare has to step in etc? Its okay if not that and its okay if you dont write x readers too ^-^ thanks :P

Call me Lyxie or Lyx ^-^

(for anon, ill be either Lyxie/Lyx or ^-^ anon if theyre free :P)

Weeeeell, this is a tiny bit awkward, considering the role I wrote Natemare into for Goretober 2022 (sue me, I took inspiration from FNAF lore.) But I'm still happy to write for him again! I really appreciate your patience. Hope it's okay!

(I am SO, SO, SO SORRY this took such an incredibly long time to post! The Goretober stuff and my last-minute Halloween Special Story had already been keeping me busy, AND THEN CHRISTMAS SEASON CAUGHT ME SO OFF-GUARD THAT MY HEAD IS STILL SPINNING FROM IRL CHAOS. I guess I should've expected that, because Christmas is always like that, but whatever.)

(Also, this is kind of my first time writing an x reader type story, or one specifically in a romantic sense, at least. So, sorry if this comes across a bit awkwardly 😅)

(Trigger Warnings: alcohol, eating/drinking, unwanted advances/creepy behavior, body horror, slight physical violence, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

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You can be described as someone who’s skilled in rolling with the punches.

Now, rolling with the punches doesn’t always mean being able to understand things that really aren’t meant to be understood, but it seems you’ve got a certain knack.

If you didn’t, then how else would you have found yourself in a nice relationship with a banshee-esque spirit?

Yeah, your and Mare’s first meeting had been a little awkward, considering you’d been sabotaging a cult that was trying to hold blood rituals in his adopted brother’s name, but you two still became fast friends afterwards. (‘Matter of fact, the adopted brother in question is a pretty chill guy, too. Shockingly chill for an eldritch abomination in disguise, at least.)

Really, dating Mare has helped open up more of reality to you. Pretty much every aspect of the human world has a counterpart for no-so-human entities. (Yes, you sort of already knew about that, but thanks to Mare, you’ve been able to actually explore it for yourself.)

For example: the setting of your latest date.

Holy Water Distilling Co. was one of many establishments owned and controlled in Phantom’s domain.

By day, it was a tidy bar offering a pool table in one corner and a stage in the other.

By night, it was. . .well, the same thing. The only parts of it to change were the clientele, as well as certain items on the menu.

One particular evening, Mare just so happened to be up on the aforementioned stage, alongside a few of his musician-buddies. You, meanwhile, were seated at the counter, watching and listening as he performed.

(Not that you minded this arrangement. Mare’s affinity for music was what you initially bonded with him over, after all. You’d tagged along on his gigs before, and he’d never failed to make it a good time.)

Patiently waiting for him to wrap up his band’s last song so you two could enjoy the rest of the night together. . .

“Y’know, it’s always easy to find some nice toys in this place,” an unfamiliar voice whispers from just a few seats away. “But I never thought I’d see a worthwhile human around here.”

. . .and trying your absolute damnedest to ignore the stranger who just couldn’t seem to take a hint.

Similarly to Mare and Phantom, the stranger in question could almost pass for a human. Just not at the moment, since he’d obviously taken off whatever disguising veil he used (those were pretty popular among this crowd for many reasons).

His eyes bulged from their sockets, lacking both pupils and irises. Just two orbs a little larger than the average tennis ball, coming in a shade of dark pink that looked more toxic than fluorescent, ever-so-slightly rolling around in his head as he stared at you. The grin he aimed in your direction would’ve been creepy even without his particular mouthful of oily-looking needle-teeth.

You ground your jaw, feeling one of your hands curl into a fist on the bar counter.

The bug-eyed stranger seemed to catch onto that body language. Though you didn’t look at him, your peripheral vision still allowed you to see how his smile fell.

“What? I don’t get any gratitude for the compliment?” Mr. Bug-Eyes asked, his voice changing from smug to indignant in a heartbeat.

“If you really think that being called a toy is a compliment,” you finally murmur in a clipped tone, “then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Oh, c’mon. I know what girls like,” Mr. Bug-Eyes retorted. “I’ll just never understand why you’re all so repressed.”

“I think you’re mistaking repression for self-respect,” you observed.

You kept your focus on the stage, on Mare and his bandmates. You knew they were on their last song for the night’s performance. The music was winding down, but it was still awesome as ever. He’d asked for your help with lyrics and fine-tuning a good few times in the past, and that had been flattering enough.

But the fact that he was having such a good time singing the stuff that you helped him decide on. . .well, you weren’t sure when you’d stop riding that high, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Fine, fine. I get it: you don’t want things to move so fast,” Mr. Bug-Eyes piped up again, nudging his bar stool a few inches closer to you. He didn’t seem to notice how you automatically nudged your own chair a few inches further away. “Can’t I just get your number, honey? It’s clear you need someone to talk to.”

“I’ve already got that covered,” you replied. “That’s how having friends works.”

“That’s big talk for someone who’s here all alone,” Mr. Bug-Eyes sneered.

You feel your knuckles turn white. “I’m not alone.”

“Well, if that’s the case, your company isn’t paying enough attention to you.”

“That’s none of your damn business,” you hiss, trying to keep your voice down. Yeah, you weren’t shy about potentially clocking this guy in the chin if he tried anything, but you still didn’t want to cause a scene. Not when Mare was wrapping up his gig, so close to finally coming offstage and continuing his date with you. “I already told you: I’m. Not. Interested. If you were half the guy you think you are, you would’ve left me alone after the first time.”

Mr. Bug-Eyes gave a melodramatic sigh, and a sickeningly sweet smell permeated the air around you. It almost instantly caused the first stage of a migraine to flare along the bridge of your nose. You shook your head, blinking as your eyes grew watery way faster than necessary.

A chill raced down your spine as you registered the weight of a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

You jerked back, slapping it away. “Get away from me!”

The quick motion, combined with the smell, caused you to lose your balance. However, instead of collapsing onto the floor, you felt yourself being caught. Despite your now hazy vision, it took no time at all for you to recognize the colorful tattoos adorning your rescuer’s arms.

Relief sliced through the awful type of adrenaline that was thrumming through your head.

From there, things moved pretty fast.

The environment around you was a blur as clouds of dark violet smoke poured from Mare’s eyes, from his mouth, through his skin itself.

Mare guided one of your arms to rest along his shoulder, helping you to keep up with his pace.

Cool nighttime air rushed past the two of you; you almost didn’t notice the deep whooshing sound of a heavy glass door being swung open.

And before you knew it, you were suddenly sitting down again. The weight of Mare’s arm was still around your waist.

“Deep breaths. Take deep breaths,” Mare coached. There was a slight echo in his voice; his pitch seemed a bit all over the place. That always seemed to happen whenever he had too much energy, good or bad.

You nodded, following those instructions. You raised a hand to knead at your temple. Then, after a moment of scrubbing at your eyes, you realized that you were now in a completely different part of the downtown area. If memory served, you were now a far distance away from Holy Water Distilling Co.

“Are you okay?” Mare asked, keeping a firm yet gentle hold on your hand.

You finally looked over at him. His eyes were pitch-black, the purple tear tracks on his face now branching out like veins or tree roots. His skin had turned a deathly shade of gray; if you looked closely enough, you could almost see the shapes of his teeth and skull through the barrier.

Despite his obvious anger, concern and fear were still present in his features.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you eventually reassured him. Your head still felt a little funny, but now that you were away from the scent, your senses were much clearer. You didn’t hesitate to hug him, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the gesture tenfold, sighing.

The minutes dragged along, but you didn’t mind.

“Whoever that idiot was, I think I’m gonna have to kill him,” Mare murmured after you pulled away. The edge in his voice had died down a bit, and his features were slowly but surely turning less ghoulish, but his eyes remained dark.

“I won’t stop you,” you hummed, having long-since grown accustomed to his more monstrous side, “but could that wait a bit? Just until tomorrow?”

Mare squinted at you, understandably incredulous.

You shrugged. “I mean, you seemed really excited about the movie. The screening’s supposed to start in about. . .” You glanced down to check the clock on your phone, “. . .twenty minutes from now, I think.”

Mare’s eyes widened as a surprised snicker escaped his lips. “Priorities, priorities.”

You tilted your head as you rose from the sidewalk bench. “Consider it your reward for rescuing the damsel in distress.”

“Well, when you put it like that. . .” Mare was quick to follow, locking arms with you as you began strolling together.

#the edgelord gets fed #writing requests #my writing #my stories #natemare #nathan sharp #natewantstobattle #lyxie/lyx #tw eating/drinking #tw slight physical violence #tw body horror #tw alcohol

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socialfauxpa · 4 months

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2023 book round up!

I managed to read 63 books this year, which is crazy. Granted like 20 of them are single issue comics so that really boosted the numbers but I still loved quite a few this year if anyone wants more detailed thoughts ill put a few in a cut at the bottom. A couple were also re-reads of books I've read in the past but its because they were bangers or they had a new book in the series release or a movie/tv adaptation announcement.

Special shout outs and some thoughts about the books under the cut.

DIE, 20 issues by Kieron Gillen with Clayton Cowles, Stephanie Hans (Illustrator)

DIE was the first thing I read this year, got it for Christmas started reading it for New years and what a way to start the year. Friends who got trapped in their DND game 15 years ago having to go back to the world that held them hostage for years. Insane and beautifully executed. Can't recommend it enough.

Things have gotten worse since we last spoke by Eric LaRocca.

I have thought about the quote "what have you done to earn your eyes today?" at least once a week since I read this novella in September. Great little horror novel. very unnerving in the best way.

The long way to a small angry planet by Becky Chambers

I've been slowly working my way though the Hugo Award best series lists from the past few years and this book really fucking hit. It really hit me in the found family center of my heart. I think i described it to a friend as "Very much like the best episode of what you remember firefly to be, combined with the fun shipmate relationship dynamics of mass effect". And i stand by that.

High School by Tegan Quin and Sara Quin

I've been a big fan of Tegan and Sara for year and I watched the tv show based on their memoir when it was coming out (still hopeful for season 2) so of course I read the book. I listened to the audio book which was so fun because its read by them and has the old audio recordings of the songs they were writing.

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

I've literally been trying to read this book for close to 10? maybe even 12 years now. I first heard about it from someone in line at the Veronica Roth Insurgent book signing event i went to. lmao. And its been sitting on my shelf ever since. I finally picked it up and committed to reading it when a friend asked me this year if I'd ever heard of it and I was like I have! and I'll read it with you! I finally read the whole thing, the friend never finished it haha. I read it back in June and literally it was like the great gay hive mind on tumblr was connected and also read it in June because the amount of House of leaves jokes I started seeing ?? crazy. I also went on date with someone who was actively reading it like 2 months after I finished it. What a weird thing.

#let me know if you read any of these and want more thoughts #i have many book opinions #and love to share them #this one is for you seb #storygraph #long post #book recs #my posts #i never tag the books in the post because i dont want to spam the tag for them

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lenguagesforaina · 2 years

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Fall/winter lenguage goals

So I'm starting school again in less than a month, and with my re introduction to a rutine and the academic world, i want to set myself a more consistent scheduale for my lenguage learning, since i dont feel like im improving that much right now. I'm starting by setting a list in each one of my tl that i will try to achive in the upcoming 4 months before christmas.

DUTCH:

(I'm lower intermidate, been studiying it for a yean now)

Take 6 italki lessons

Keep a consistent daily diary

This I've already been doing and its working wanders, so I'm keeping it up and trying to writte at least a page a day every single day.

Find a lenguage exchange partner

(If you speak dutch and want to learn some spanish or catalan hit me up!)

Read 2 books

I have 2 books in dutch witch are for children but quite above my level rn, one about orangutans and one about witchcraft.

Go trough 4 magazines

I use magazines (children's ones, about animals and with lots of comics and games) to practice intensive reading, so i go trough them very slowly and paying attention to every single word.

Watch 25 hours of movies/tv in dutch (minimum)

Right now i'm watching My little pony , Tangled the series, and i want to start Wie is de mol

Watch dutch youtube in class

I study art and most of my classes will be studio time, so i'll try to chose youtube videos to have as background noise instead of music whenever i can use my headphones.

Master the 10.000 most common words

I'm planning on using Clozemaster for that, but i still need to get the premium version. Also my flashcard app of choice: Duocards. And compleating a vocabulary list notebook i bought recentley.

Learn to conjugate like a pro

I'll probablly be investing on buying a grammar book, but even if i can't get to that, i want to focus on learning conjugation well with videos or websites, more than eny other grammar point at this moment.

FRENCH:

(Used to be advanced but lost a lot of it, so im revivifying it step by step)

Master the 5.000 most common words

Sadly i've forgotten a lot of vocab so i want to start from the bottom again to solidify the basics in my brain

Get a grammar book and start it

If i can find it i want to dig up my old high school grammar book or find a simalar one secind hand.

Watch 6 movies in french

They'll probablly be Gibli films, since i find french really armonizes with the Gibli aesthetic.

Start reading a bit every day with apps

There are apps that show you a bit of art history, fun facts, or a history event that happened on that day every morning. You can set those in your tl and then you have a bit of reading every day provided to you in a subject you like!

Writte 1 or 2 short stories/texts every month

I dont want to writte as much as in dutch but i still want to practice my spelling, so ill be filling in 1 or 2 pages every other week with watever i feel like writting about.

Listen to more music in french and start analyzing song lyrics at least 1nce a week

Music is my main motivation to learn french so i'm gonna dive into it as much as possible

INDONESIAN:

(-0 beginner, haven't started yet)

Learn the 150 most common words

The basics: greetings,colors, animals, 10 common verbs, etc...

Get to the 1st checkpoint on Duolingo

Learn to introduce myself

Learn the basics of the grammar and save up for a grammar book

I'll probablly gift myself an indonesian textbook by christmas. Until then ill watch a lot of videos to famirialize myself with the grammar points.

Start a childrens tv show in indonesian

Also music! Instead of doing a lot hardcore studying i'll be just doing a lot of pasive learning and listening a lot

#lenguageleraning #lingblr #dark academia #learn dutch #travel #lenguages #studyblr #study blog #polyglot #dutch #indonesian #french #learn french

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videostak · 1 year

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da plan for 2mrw is to go to the thrift again to see if theres anything cool cause 2day i went but realized a lot of cool stuff was there but none of it was on sale so 2mrw im gonna go back and see if any of it is on sale and maybe buy 1 or 2 things or maybe just 1 and then thursday im gonna go to to record store here cause i havent been in awhile and they had the charlie brown christmas album on cd and im hoping its still there cause i kept passing on it bcuz i always feel weird abt listening to like stuff that is very recognizably a soundtrack while i do stuf cause like idk. like they had the twin peaks soundtrack there too (gone now) and i was like love twin peaks and listening to the music from it but idk the reality of me actually popping the cd in my boombox to like do dishes or read or smthn seems strange to me especially when albums like that are v much sequenced with the idea that it is the shows soundtrack. so i sorta assumed the same of the charlie brown one but as more time passes im like ya that soundtrack is the best i gotta get it. if its not there its no biggie since theres always that hesitation with me with immediately recognizable soundtracks like that well actually if i lived alone id be more than comfortable listening to it like how i usually do but since i ilve w/ family theyll be like “wtf are you listening to the something soundtrack lol” which i dont really care what they think but also i kno they ll say it so constantly that itll get annoying lol. but actually now that im thinking abt it charlie brown christmas is like one of the greatest soundtracks ever. those songs live with me and feel like the back of my hadn it would be dumb to not get it if its still there. it could be gone given its holiday seasons but if its not ill get it and if it is it doesnt matter too much since im in no real hurry to get it

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goodnightjar · 4 months

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SF9 JAEYOON- EXO 첫 눈 (FIRST SNOW) COVER!!

𒆜☃⛄❄️ first snow ❄️☃⛄𒆜

❄️

*.¸¸.

🎀

.. ... ... ❄️

*`¯´*

#sf9 #jaeyoon #재윤 #exo #첫눈

youtube

Record Of JY #4/4

#SF9 #JAEYOON - 첫 눈 First Snow (EXO)

🐣:' Hai Fantasy!!

The last cover song, i have prepared is First Snow! ! I think Fantasy will feel a bit disappointed (as its last cover) but I'll show you more songs later on!

It's Christmas soon, so I think our fantasy will feel good (listening to the cover).

Enjoy the end year holidays

and listen to my cover a lot~^^

Merry Christmas Fantasy♥

231223 #SF9 #JAEYOON #재윤

🐣: im from the future

🐣: "haha^^"

😭😭😭😭 hes really the real deal predicted first snow going viral & rak months ago before enlistment!!

fancafe comments-

🐣: i didn't know this day would come when i did film it (the cover)..

🐣: but the day has really come..

🐣: its my favourite song.

fancafe comments-

🌌: im on pilgrimage. (praying) pls help me make a lot of money. pls let lee jaeyoon go . pls don't let it snow a lot in cheorwon. pls give me lee jaeoon soon. as long as its done thank you!!

ㄴ🐣: i don't think any of these, will work except the first one...

🐣: even if i can't guess lotto numbers

🐣: im up-to-date with all memes

🐣:ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

🐣: did you like it Fantasy?!!!!

🐣: thank you for liking this small thing about me, bows><

🐣: oh, cover is not the original version!

🐣: its a new arrangement!!

🐣: if you pay attention to the back chorus, you will get it ~~!

🐣: originally i alys do the cover chorus but

🐣: i love the chorus on this song ㅎㅎ

hes brilliant in arrangments🥺❤️

🐣: oh, and earlier ㅋㅋㅋ i talked with inseong hyung for one hour

🐣: we talked a lot about this & that

🐣: i got a lot of advices as well

🐣: he gave me a lot of strength

🐣: next time fantasy?

🐣: will try later on 스스

🐣: the sound of inseongie hyung eating food is so cute... (cutely)

🐣: tomorrow is christmas

🐣: whats your plan fantasy

🐣: i hope it doesn't snow...

🐣: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ ㅋ

🐣: but snow is really pretty!!

🐣: but i think you don’t have to come anymore!

🐣: recently did something like living room decor for christmas

🐣: so our dormitory is the prettiest

🐣: i cant show it to you, still

🐣: its unbelievable pretty ㅎ ㅎ

🐣: i didn't do all those i can series for nothing^^

🐣: as you live on, it helps a lot right!

🐣: the charm of a master vibe (짬바 - vibe from experience)

🐣: cuz im 30

🐣: this is 짬.바 right?

🐣: anw everyone, now i have to go clean!

🐣: bye!!!

🐣: see you next time!!

🐣: dress up (warm)!!

🐣: i love you☠️❤️☠️❤️

#sf9 #jaeyoon

....

- inseong's frommm -

🌰: earlier

🌰: i talked

🌰: with jaeyoon

🌰: jaeyooni uploaded a cover

🌰: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

🌰: <ss📷 outgoing call to jaeyooni today

talked for 1 hour >>

🌰: ill listen to his cover & be back

#sf9 #jaeyoon #$firstsnow #exo #cover #Youtube

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amoveablejake · 2 years

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My Five Key Songs Of July 2022

Another happy landing.

As I write this I am firmly in my apartment as I am hunkered down with a virus. There are certain things that illness can stop however, writing for the blog is not one especially when it is the key songs of the month piece which as I say every time around it does seem to be here much sooner than expected. That does however, make sense as this has been another busy month and ofcourse it has had quite a few songs attached to it so lets see what they are.

First up, ‘Never Too Much’ by Luther Vandross.

In my daydreams, I am often in North America. The location can vary quite a bit, it can be up in the Canadian mountains, by the Bay in San Francisco or getting soaked in Seattle to name the primary candidates. These are the main ones because they’re always on my mind but there are a few other visions that need a little something to ignite them but once they’re ablaze, they’re running through my head all day. One such trigger is Luther Vandross’ ‘Never Too Much’ which always makes me think of my Miami Detective show that I’m still trying to get greenlit. There are a few songs that I wouldn’t class as my favourites but always seem to turn up on my monthly playlists without me even thinking about it. They’re on the lower parts of the roster sure but they are still there and being there means they have hit a certain note every now and then. ‘Never Too Much’ hits that note everytime and when you’re driving in a white Lamborghini Countach through 80s Miami or a Honda Jazz through a city by the coast, its easy to see why its on each month’s playlist.

Second on the list, ‘Since I Fell For You’ by Vince Guaraldi Trio.

Really, this should be ‘Christmas Time Is Here - Instrumental’ as I have listened to it, unsurprisingly, a great amount over the past month particularly on my flights as a calming measure. I thought though, that I would give another track a run out this time around and whats more, I would go for one that isn’t from a Peanuts accompaniment. ‘Since I Fell For You’ is the Guaraldi Trio at their gentle, romantic best. Its the sort of song that from the moment you hear its slow, beautiful piano work you will be lost to it. Its title is perhaps then not about a love of the listener but rather how they describe the song after they hear it for it is pretty hard to hear this and to not be mesmerised by masters of their craft. This ofcourse, has not eclipsed the Peanuts work, I doubt that anything ever could, but it is nice to venture out into the wider Guaraldi and Guaraldi trio discography to see they’re other work and to find that it is just as perfect as the ones with Snoopy on the cover.

The third song for July, ‘September’ by Earth, Wind and Fire.

A great deal of the songs that I listen to have been pulled from visual mediums such as adverts, TV shows and most notably, films. Through this a different sort of relationship is formed with the track as not only does it exist in its own right but it also has attached to it the medium of which it came from. For the songs that I have lifted from film soundtracks, it may have the film scene attached to it or instead it will have the memory of watching that film with my viewing companion to it. In the case of ‘September’ it has all of the above as not only does it have the opening scene of ‘The Intouchables’ playing in my head everytime I hear it, with ofcourse the coolest man around Omar Sy, but it also makes me think of watching it with my Mum and are viewing experience of the American remake aswell. Two very special films and with it two special memories that are now accompanied by a song bursting full of joy and happiness. A fitting accompaniment indeed.

The penultimate song of the month, ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ by Guns and Roses.

One of my favourite things is when I really get sucker punched by a song. What I mean by that is when a song bursts forward and I fall completely in love with it. This doesn’t have to be a new song to me, sometimes it can be a song that I already know and like but through a new listening experience it takes on a whole other level of meaning and resonance. It feels like ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ has been building to this for quiet a while. It featured in the third series of ‘Westworld’ back in 2020, or rather an instrumental version of it was, and that brought it a little higher up the list. It was then featured in the trailer for ‘Thor: Love and Thunder’ and this sent it skyrocketing up the list and meant it was playing in my headphones a hell of a lot but it wasn’t until I saw how it was featured in Chris Hemsworth’s latest outing as the Norse God and Marvel hero that it took on this more mythical status. It was the definition of a song sucker punching me as it did feel like it took the air out of me with how beautifully it was used and how poignant it was so now everytime I listen to it it has that attached and the feelings that came with it and really, its rather special. Just like this latest entry to the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

And for the key song of the month it is ‘Gasoline’ by Haim.

Really, it couldn’t have been any other artist for July could it. It had to be Haim. It had to be Haim after what was one of, if not the best concert I have ever seen which felt like a transformative experience. I could have picked any number of their songs to be placed here but I’ve gone with ‘Gasoline’ as it was the most notable from the show due to it featuring Taylor Swift on stage, an experience that I have written about already and will not stop being excited about, possibly ever. I didn’t realise until recently just how important Haim were or rather are to me. Like I was saying up top, sometimes there are songs that are always with me that I don’t even realise. Haim is the band equivalent. Whilst they may not be my absolute favourites, they have always been on my roster and with me since I first found them all those years ago and at this point it feels like I’ve grown up with them and after the concert I’ll continue that except from now on, they’ll have a deserved place at the forefront.

So there we have it, the key songs for July 2022. As I say every month, so why break tradition now, I can’t quite believe we’re here already. I’m looking forward to seeing what the tracks for next month will be as its another notable month in my calendar so it may have some interesting choices. Namely, ‘World in Motion’ might make another appearance but that will depend on tonight. See, I’m learning not to jinx it.

-Jake, a man becoming obsessed with linen postcards, 31/07/2022

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hyperfixated-gvf · 2 years

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Onesie Weather

On the third day of Tropemas, hyperfixed-gvf gave to me:

A fluffy college AU friends-to-lovers with Joshy.

Christmas Song Pairing: “Mistletoe” by Justin Bieber

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Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 2k

Josh: I am going to Walmart right now. Stay away.

Noted. Get puffcorn.

Your annual Christmas onesie party was approaching its fourth birthday, that night, actually – a fact that made you sad and smile at the same time. The winter before graduation filled you with a dread that you could not even begin to explain, but now, with the Christmas onesie party tradition being threatened by distance and the uncertainty of jobs and other adult things, there was an added air of nostalgia stuffing up your shared apartment.

You’d gotten your onesie the week before, immediately drawn to a navy blue, mistletoe-print one that said ‘KISS ME’ on the front and was complete with a fake sprig of mistletoe attached to a stem on the edge of the hood – a nice combination of goofy and flirty, just like Josh.

It also unbuttoned in the back, making it easy access for bathroom breaks and…other stuff.

Not that you and Josh had ever done…other stuff.

But still, the option was there. You were loathe to admit that you’d fallen into the category of ‘I fell in love with my best friend’ somewhere within the near four years you’d known him. The only thing was, you weren’t entirely sure if it was platonic or romantic love.

You didn’t get ill feelings of jealousy when he went on dates, but there was a pang of longing that lingered in the back of your brain – wondering just what his hand would feel like stroking across the skin of your lower back, what his lips would feel like against yours, what his weight would feel like cuddled against you in a non-platonic way.

You wanted him to be happy, and you figured the difficulty you had identifying your feelings for him were rooted in that innate desire to see him happy – not wanting to risk your own happiness in the process, though, either.

Josh: I FOUND THE PERFECT ONE

Josh: YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT

Josh: I’m so excited. Grabbing snacks, will be home in a half hour

You smiled at his enthusiasm and let yourself garner the same excitement about the night, wanting to have as much fun as possible. You scooped the cookie dough onto the baking sheets you had out, and had just slid them in the oven when you heard the lock on the door turn.

“Close your eyes!” Josh yelled from the living room. You did as he asked and giggled when you heard him thunder past in a full sprint. “Okay, I’m in my room! I’m gonna change, let me know when you’re ready!”

“Wait, Josh, I still have cookies in the oven! I can’t just leave them.”

His door shut and you knew he either hadn’t heard you or he had heard you but didn’t care. Your timer still had 11 minutes left, and sure enough, not even two minutes later, Josh’s door swung open against the wall just down the hall.

“Are you ready?!” he asked excitedly.

You had to yell from the kitchen so that you didn’t violate the ‘no-peeking’ pact. “No! I’m not changed yet and the cookies still have 10 minutes left. I told you not to change, but you didn’t listen.”

A dramatic groan sounded from his direction. “Y/N,” he whined. “The one year I actually find a onesie worthy of our Christmas night, and you make me wait.”

“You’re such a baby,” you scoffed, leaning against the counter, ready to converse with him long-distance. ��Do you think it’ll be dark enough for the light race?”

“Oh yeah. I was kinda glad my review group ran late, because I knew it would give us more darkness.”

The two of you loved the element of anticipation, and so it became that instead of just closing your eyes, you also had to race in the dark – in your onesie, that was – to the light switch. It added an element of competition to the night of otherwise non-competitive activities like eating snacks, watching Christmas movies, and making fun of the other’s onesie.

“Was that for your Spanish Film class?”

You heard movement in the hall and when he spoke again, his voice was closer – right around the corner. “Yeah. I should have retaken Spanish 101 when I had the chance,” he sighed wistfully.

You laughed. “We told you Spanish 200 was too big a jump.” We being you, his twin brother, and his guidance counselor.

“Hey, I took Spanish in high school! How was I supposed to know that the 200 level that was labeled as doable for students who took Spanish in high school wouldn’t apply to me?”

“You said you only took two years in high school, and that they were in your first two years. How in the world does that translate to Spanish 200? Stop acting like you didn’t ignore literally every piece of advice given to you. You had it coming,” you teased.

You heard him make a raspberry from the other side of the wall. “Yeah, okay, Spanish dropout.”

“I know when to cut my losses,” you defended. “Languages aren’t my thing and that’s okay.”

He let out a fake cough. “Dropout,” he coughed, clearing his throat. He must have anticipated your faux-offended expression (or heard the warning in your, ‘hey!’) because he laughed and said, “Sorry, must be the weather.”

“I’ll go right ahead and break the ‘no-peeking’ pact if it means I can hit you, Joshua.”

“You wouldn’t,” he gasped. “Of all that’s sacred and holy in this household.”

“That’s what makes it the best ammunition,” you sang. You checked the timer. Two minutes left. “Hey, I’m going to throw you a couple of bowls for the snacks if you’ll put ‘em on the coffee table.”

“Gotta close you eyes.”

You rolled them instead. “I’ll be turned around, I promise.”

The cabinet full of popcorn bowls rattled around while you fished two of the out, throwing them out onto the carpet. “Okay, you’re safe.”

His feet landed heavily on the ground as he presumedly got up from his position on the wall. The timer went off just as you heard him opening a couple of snack bags.

“Go back to your room and wait there when you’re done, I gonna transfer these to a cooling rack and then I’ll turn off the light and go change.”

“Sounds good, mama. Don’t look again, I’m on the move.” You heard him trot back to his room and close the door, his muffled voice telling you even further that the coast was clear.

Once all the cookies were laid in nice little rows, you flicked the switch in the living room and then went to change – shucking your sweats and t-shirt off in favor of a pair of light pajama shorts and a tank top, knowing that you were bound to get hot in the fuzzy onesie.

You debated whether you should race hood up or hood down, but you wanted Josh to get the full effect, so you flipped the hood up and went to knock on Josh’s door.

“Okay, I’m ready! I’m gonna count to three in my room, and then it’s on! No cheating,” you told him through the door.

“Do it, woman!” he responded, and you could tell he was nearly jumping out of his skin in anticipation – you couldn’t blame him, your heart had taken up a rapid pace of its own.

You shut your door, leaving your hand lingering on the knob, and yelled, “One, two, THREE,” before throwing the door open again, Josh’s shadow doing the same from the door right next to yours.

You had the immediate lead, but Josh’s hand caught your sleeve only a few steps out of the door, and as hard as you tried to shake him off, breathlessly giggling all the while, he pulled you back behind him. His laughter bounced off the walls as he attempted to dodge the kicks you were aiming at his ankles, but in the dark, he was also trying not to run into anything, so he was downed eventually, falling with a heavy ‘oof’ and catching your own ankle as you tried to pass him.

“No!” you screeched, scrabbling away and clawing at the carpet, but Josh’s grip didn’t falter and he used you to push himself up, but with your returned grip on the soft material of his onesie, it culminated in him dragging you up with him from the ground, and remaining distance was a mutual struggle that saw elbows flying and legs intertwining and hands pushing until you both reached the light switch at the same time, but your fingers found it on the wall first, flicking it on and turning with a triumphant grin.

“I totally won that ti—”

You stopped in your tracks, the fake mistletoe hanging from your hood bouncing at the top of your field of vision. Well, at least you thought it was yours. But looking back at you with just as shocked an expression was Josh, dressed in the same navy blue, mistletoe-print onesie, complete with the fake sprig of mistletoe hanging on the end of a stem that was currently tapping yours as if you were two fighting swordfish.

He grinned, wide and excited. “No way.”

You laughed in return, almost in disbelief. “I suppose we should be more surprised this hasn’t happened before. We shop at the same Walmart. What a cowinkydink – we’ll have to get a picture!”

You began to walk in order to get your phone from the kitchen, but Josh moved to block you, a small, nervous smile on his lips. “Hold on just a sec. Aren’t you forgetting something?” He pointed up and your eyes strayed to the two mistletoes nestled between you, heart squeezing and picking up again. “I think this definitely means that we should kiss. Maybe even two times.”

You swallowed, grinning at his offer. “I dunno,” you teased, “are you sure it doesn’t count as a double negative?”

He tugged on material just below your ‘KISS ME.’ “Absolutely not,” he said, sliding one hand around you. You didn’t think about it as you met him halfway, lips softly pressing against yours. Perhaps there were no fireworks or choirs of singing angels, but that soft kiss in matching onesies standing in the middle of your living room resolved all disputes of whether the feelings you felt were platonic or romantic.

There was no way a platonic love could inspire what you were feeling in that moment. You pulled back, smiling. “I think you’re right, double mistletoe calls for double kisses,” you said, leaning back in to reconnect your lips.

The second kiss wasn’t as soft and sweet as the first one, both of you opening your mouths just a bit to taste – Josh’s salty snack to your sweet cookie dough.

His hands wandered – innocently, perhaps in location, but in regard to intent, not so much. Around your waist, fiddling with the buttons on the back of the onesie that he knew about because he boasted the same ones, smoothing his thumbs over the sides of your hips.

You broke away again, this time a little breathless. He tried to follow your lips, but you laughed and turned your head, letting his catch your cheek instead, and he pouted.

“Come on, we’re not abandoning our senior year Christmas night just because of a kiss,” you said, attempting to placate him. “We can explore…whatever this is more after cookies and snacks and movies.” You nuzzled into his neck, placing a soft kiss to the skin there, and he hugged you to him.

“I can’t assure you that I’ll make it through the movie, but I should have known,” he said, pulling back to wink at you – and with the addition of a smile, you felt a bad pun coming on – “onesie I started kissing you, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

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Tag list: @fleetsonfire @theweightofstardust @joshplaysthevocals

#12 days of trope-mas #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka #friends to lovers #gvf fluff #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka #gvf fanfiction

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hueningoo-archive · 2 years

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*jumps out of ball pit randomly*

ALBEDO, KAEYA, AND DILUC ON CHRISTMAS WITH THEIR S/O

*throws a ball and jumps back into ball pit*

(pls and ty!)

CHRISTMAS WITH THEIR S/O ━ albedo, kaeya, diluc

A/N: this is finally coming out on time for once! being one of my bigger projects- i think, this was so fun to do LMAO^^ also- where did that ball pit come from?? anyways, i hope you liked this!! like i said, i had a lot of fun writing this lmao:) i hope everyone has a nice Christmas, Hanukkah, and whatever else you celebrate! also, i did a really really short story for dilucs, instead of just dialog, hope thats fine! lots of love, Kei

warnings: caps! other than that nothing, its all sfw<3

gn reader

Albedo Kreideprinz

Well, winters in Dragonspine always seem to be... colder than usual. Like in the summer its cold, and in the winter Dragonspine is freezing!

So with that being said, you two normally spend winters in the town of Mondstadt and only go to Dragonspine if necessary. Albedo still goes to Dragonspine- sometimes if he needs to work on something but he tells you to stay in Mondstadt just so you don't get frost bite.

He knows how cold Dragonspine is during winters!! He's not that oblivious- trust me!

Albedo really likes to draw during winter! Especially- if you're outside and you just look so beautiful with the snow falling around you. He'll draw you a lot more than usual during winter

He finds it... weird that you like to catch snowflakes on your tongue. But he also finds it cute!

Might even try catching snowflakes on his tongue too<3 ends up looking weird

CUDDLES WITH ALBEDO DURING WINTER!! Yeah he's not warm, but he's not cold either!

He likes it when you hold him, but he also really likes it when he holds you!

You two go outside a lot during the winter

And i mean A LOT

"S/O I'm going to Dragonspine. Wait here a bit all right?

"Awwe but I wanted cuddles! I'm so cold."

"Okay.. Just for a little while. Then I'm going to Dragonspine."

Kaeya Alberich

Winters with Kaeya sure are... something. He's warm! But he's so cold</3 He can't choose to either be warm or cold! He jokes around that he can be your personal winter heater, although he's normally cold.

Going to the Tavern and getting some drinks are always nice in the winter. But the walk home is cold, even if your house isn't far away. So Kaeya gives you his jacket! Or if he doesn't have his jacket on him(probably left it at the Tavern) he'll give you his scarf!

He probably knows how to play guitar, lets me honest. Listening to Kaeya sing a Christmas song, playing his guitar- how pleasant! (omg i cant stop thinking about this now -kei)

Just like Albedo, he too, likes cuddles in the winter! Your warm body up against his, he loves the feeling! It makes him feel at home

He makes a lot of hot coca for the both of you. And I mean a lot!! Unless you dont like hot coca of course- he'll make something else.

Making snowmen with Kaeya! He actually thinks its really fun:D

This sexy man also likes to go sledding! He most likely forgets one of his gloves at home though (the thought of this was,,, crazy to me -kei)

If your cold while walking outside without a scarf, he will let you wear his<3 you two are just adorable together!

Imagine you two kind of argued the week of Christmas and so then later he comes up to you with a bag of flowers and a snowman stuffed animal AHAJJS

"Kaeya, cant we just go home? Its freeing out here and your bound to get frostbite without any gloves."

"I-Ill be fine, dear! No need to worry about me. Why dont we go c-continue our sledding now?"

"Kaeya. Your cold, I can tell! Your shivering like crazy right now. Lets go home, I'll start a nice fire for the two of us and make some hot chocolate- then we can warm up and watch a movie? How does that sound?"

Diluc Ragnvindr

THIS MAN... /pos!! Listen, I normally slander him bbbut-- Diluc is winter is so adorable!! Definitely takes time off of working at the Tavern so he can stay with you for a little while during the Christmas season, how cute!

Diluc honestly catches colds easily, lemme be honest. All winter hes coughing and sneezing so much!! Please please pleasee take care of him<3

Anyways, unlike his brother, Diluc actually is your personal heater! With his pryo vision, hes always warm!! If your ever cold, just cuddle up close to him and you will be warm in no time. Diluc is proud of being warm- only because he likes it when you get real close to him<3

Always ready when he goes outside!! You forget a mitten? Hes got an extra pair. Need hand warmers? Hes got some in his pocket!

Only on rare occasions does he come outside in the snow with you though! When hes not in the snow with you, hes making some hot chocolate for when you come back inside.

He watches you play outside in the snow from the window with a smile on his face<3 Only thing on his mind is how cute you look outside with red cheeks and nose<3

In his Tavern, at home, when hes sleeping, theres always Christmas music on!! If you cant sleep with noise though, he wont listen to it then.

Lets be honest, he is great at making snowmen! But the thing is, once its finished? He melts it on accident..

IMAGINE YOU TWO DANCING TO CHRISTMAS MUSIC?? awww!!

"Diluc! Try and dodge this, hahah!" You throw a giant snowball at him.

"Ack!! Aw its on!" Diluc smirks with a face full of snow, not like he noticed though- he was too warm to notice. But he did notice the sting that the snow left on his face. He started to form a ball with the snow in hand. You knew what you had started, and it wasnt going to end anytime soon!

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tiredb0igivemesugars · 3 years

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Cold basement floor

Summary: Y/n is taken hostage

📝Words📝: 1.7K

⚠️Warnings⚠️: detailed mentions of stabbing and pain. Knives, smoking and burns.

💙Pairing💙: none. Tony Stark as Y/n's father

📎Note📎: I know this is a lot different from my usual stuff but I still wanted to post this one, hopefully you won't think too ill of me after this

The big metal door swung open and then closed, the loud noise startling you. You weren’t actually sure if the door was metal since you couldn’t see but it sure sounded like it. A pair of heavy boots walked on the concrete floor. That you were sure of, you had felt the cold and wet concrete floor yourself. You shook out of coldness in the room. The cold shackles on your wrists and ankles kept you from moving along with making sure you got deep cuts on your skin from the edges. You had no idea how long you had been gone. You just knew you were starving. You heard the same broken water pipe dropping droplets of water on the floor, forming a puddle. The larger the puddle got, the deeper the sound was. You had momentarily considered drinking from the puddle, but decided against it once you deducted that you couldn’t reach it.

The man with the heavy boots walked around the room, his steps echoing throughout the room. The sounds from his steps echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls. They had blindfolded you, at least that was what you thought. The chains on your arms weren’t long enough for you to touch the blindfold but you could still feel the soft material wrapped around your head, covering your eyes.

A chair was dragged across the floor, a screeching sound now echoing in the room. The man sat down on the chair. ”Y/n now was it?” He asked. You heard as he pulled something out of his pocket. A lighter. Suddenly the room smelt of cigarettes. He was smoking. His mouth made wet noises as he sucked on it. The ashes made the quietest sound when they fell on the floor beneath him. You didn’t answer his question, trying to pay attention to every sound in the room and possibly outside of it. The direction of the wind changed. You felt it as the wind grazed upon your exposed upper arms. ”Your dad is not paying the ransom money,” the man said. His voice was rough, raspy even. He had no foreign accent so he wasn’t hydra. He sounded slightly surprised, like he tried to make conversation with you about the fact.

You listened as the man shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable in the position he had chosen for himself. ”You probably have no idea how long you’ve been here,” the man suddenly said. That he was right about. ”Three days. Three days without food or water. That does something to a person,” he continued. He stood up and began walking around the room. His steps became further away before they came back, this time closer. So much more closer. You pressed yourself against the cold wall, desperate to get away from him. The dust and pieces of rock from the wall dug themselves into your skin, making you feel uncomfortable. ”You see. Now when your dad isn’t paying up, we get to have all the fun we want,” he said. His voice so much closer. Closer than ever. You could even feel his breath on your skin. He blew smoke into your face. You coughed at the repulsive smell. There was a sudden pain in your forearm. A burning pain. You bit your lip, trying to not give in to the temptation to scream as the pain worsened.

The man suddenly yelled something to his accomplices, startling you. The metal door banged again. At least two other people came into the room. The sounds of their steps echoed in the room, fast and determined. Pairs of hands grabbed your shackles. ”No no please stop,” you begged. You trashed against their firm hold, ”no please don’t hurt me,” you begged. The cold metal against your skin was gone, now a hand was laid against your scalp, pulling on your hair. ”Let’s go,” a deep voice said and pulled you up by holding onto your hair. You cried out in pain. He began pulling you forward, out of the room. Your feet barely touched the ground as the man pulled on your hair. The cement was freezing cold against your bare feet as you were dragged out of the room. The hallway was filled with different noises. The sounds of different machines running and people screaming in agony. You too, screamed in agony as you were pulled into another room. You felt another pair of cuffs getting tied around your wrists, then suddenly, you were hanging from the ceiling. You panted, anxious for what was to happen next.

The number of steps had been reduced to one pair. Another cigarette was lit. ”Now,” the familiar voice said. It was the same man from before. ”We’re gonna have fun,” he stated, sounding ominous.

You breathed in deeply, trying to embrace yourself for whatever it was that was about to happen. You could hear a cart being wheeled towards you. The wheels screeched and screamed in pure agony. The man hummed a song as he touched every object on the table. Something thin made of metal. A big machine with the outer layer being plastic and lots of switches. A small plastic object with some glass on it. The man suddenly grabbed an object, it slid against the table as he took it in his hand. He took steps around the room, like dancing. His humming became louder and clearer. It was no melody you recognised, although somewhat familiar. He seemed to have stopped in front of you, there couldn’t have been more than five inches between his nose and yours. His breath smelled foul, the occasional hint of nicotine mixed with whiskey and something rotten. He licked your cheek before spitting on your barefoot. He smacked his lips together. ”Sweat, tears, dirt and maybe a hint of blood,” he spoke in a calm matter. You shuddered as the chills ran down your spine.

He pressed an object against your stomach. ”Do you have any idea why you’re here?” He asked. You could now tell that the object was a knife. Its sharp point was pressed against your skin, only the thin fabric of the open-back hospital gown separating it and you. You chuckled awkwardly, trying to hide your fear. ”I- I have no clue,” you answered. You wanted to make a joke, ease the pressure in your chest but you couldn’t. The fear that came with losing one of your main senses was too powerful. It kept you in check, woke you up to the reality that you had no idea what was going on. You had no idea what was to happen next. You could hear him breathe. Feel how the small air current changed with each of his exhales and inhales.

This room. This place you were in, had been in for three days, was his kingdom. He was in absolute control. You were powerless, like an animal in a cage at his mercy.

”You’re here as a paper we’re going to write the message onto. You can tell your dad that he messed with the wrong people,” the man whispered as he pushed the knife into you. You could feel your skin split as the sharp object was pushed further into you. It burned. You were on fire as you screamed. The pain was excruciating as it spread throughout your body. Over and over again, he sunk the knife into your skin and dragged it in every possible direction to inflict the most pain possible.

Once the pain in your body and throat became too much, you fell limp. Your mind was now up for rent. Owners from before had gotten their deposit back and now new inhabitants were to move in. Yet, no one hauled their sofa and dining table in through the doorway that was just a little too small. As minutes went on, you failed to react or really even register what was happening anymore. None of it mattered, you didn’t care. This pain that was being inflicted upon you was too much, why be around to feel it?

Eventually, it came to a halt. He stopped digging the sharp blade into you. The cart made a loud noise as he threw the knife back on it. ”Like a Christmas present,” he whispered in your ear, his rough hand caressing your wounds.

Tears escaped your eyes as you hung there, chest rising and falling as you failed to fully re-enter your body. His hands stopped roaming your body as he took a step back. The screeching noise of a chair being pulled filled your barely conscious mind. He seemed to sit back down, unmoving. Eventually, he moved. He moved and began humming the same tune from before. He grabbed the knife from before and you braced yourself for more pain. But when no pain came your breathing eased just the lightest amount. Yet, still, you hung there, from the ceiling on hypervigilance. This seemed to go on for hours. The man just humming the same tune over and over again as he sat there, most likely watching you.

There was a loud crash. It startled you as it seemed to do the same to the man. He pushed himself off the chair and hurried out of the room, yelling orders. You felt relieved upon hearing the loud sirens of the security system. Finally, you were going to be released from your nightmare. You listened as guns went off and people screamed, crying tears of happiness when you heard every metal door being opened systematically. Blood pumped into your ears as you listened to the nearing sounds of the doors opening. The hinges of the door creaked and you sighed in relief. ”Hold on, I think I got something,” the familiar voice of Steve Rogers aka Captain America spoke. ”Hello?” You called out once you heard no movement. ”Y/n?” Steve’s voice asked, confused and concerned. You cried out in relief. ”Can you please help me?” You pleaded, hearing how desperate and raw your own voice sounded. You heard Steve’s steps as his feet came in contact with the cold and damp floor. His hands undid your shackles before lifting you to carry you. You sighed in relief as your head fell on his shoulder. You felt the rhythm of his steps as he walked. The sounds of the fighting had stopped, feeding into your relief that yes, your nightmare was in fact, over.

”I’ll help you. Always will,” a voice said. Your blood halted. It wasn’t Steve’s voice.

#marvel #avengers imagine #iron man #captain america #steve rogers #tony stark #x male reader #x reader #angst #oneshot #y/n stark

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blueskrugs · 4 years

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5 Times You Posted about Him, and One Time He Posted about You | Chris Kreider

I sent an anon to @kreiderrider way back at the end of April for Chris’ birthday and still haven’t stopped thinking about it, so apparently I’m writing it now. also for @bobohtuzzo for our never-ending loop of being mean to each other with Chris gifs.

TL;DR: this is Taylor’s fault for making me a Kreider girl, and and both hers Bayan’s fault for encouraging and enabling me.

length: 2.8k words

You knew when you started dating Chris that he was not social media’s biggest fan. And that was fine. You were hardly an influencer yourself, and you were pretty sure you followed more dogs than people on Instagram. So the pictures you took of Chris– Chris being cute, Chris doing mundane things, Chris with his bitchface on– stayed firmly in a locked album on your phone.

Until one day when you were sitting on the couch, leaning against Chris while he read a book, flipping through Instagram stories on your phone. One of your friends from high school had posted a cute picture with her boyfriend, and you paused to look at it. Chris rested his chin on your shoulder to peer at your phone.

“They’re cute,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder. You hummed in agreement. “How come you never post about me?”

You twisted around to look at him. “First of all, how do you even know that I don’t? Second of all, you want nothing to do with any sort of social media.”

Chris flicked your nose. “Mika tells me things. And I don’t hate social media, I just don’t really get the point of it. Who the fuck cares what I’m doing every second of the day, who I got lunch with, where I got lunch? Anyway, I don’t really mind if you post about me every once in a while. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide our relationship just because I avoid Instagram like the plague.” Chris pressed a kiss to your forehead to punctuate his sentence.

You settled back in against Chris, resuming your mindless scrolling, and looking forward to the first opportunity to show off your boyfriend.

Chef Chris Chris loved to cook. Part of it came from his absolutely ridiculous diet, you knew, but he also enjoyed the quiet time that cooking gave him, a way to be productive without requiring a ton of energy. The kitchens in either of your apartments were often filled with the smell of something good, for lunches, for dinners on nights off, for a quick meal after a game. Chris rarely let you help him with anything, which was fine because you preferred to bake, and it let you watch him.

There was something about watching Chris cook that you just adored. He would always end up so focused, a strange intensity in his eyes that resembled the look he sometimes got on the ice. But then you would say something– a stupid joke that you’d seen on the internet, a funny story from work, or a something ridiculous your dog had done that morning– and he would laugh, his eyes lighting up again, and his dimples showing.

Tonight, Chris was standing over the stove making a risotto. You had begged him for it during a rare full weekend off at home for the Rangers, and he had finally conceded. One of your playlists was playing softly in the living room, and you were perched on a barstool at the island, your dog curled beneath your feet. You weren’t sure if he wanted to be close to you, or if he was just waiting for Chris to give him a piece of chicken.

Chris was stirring the risotto intently, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth a little bit. You were already scrolling through your phone, so you couldn’t resist snapping a quick picture for your Instagram story, simply throwing an emoji of a chef in the corner.

You were checking the views on your story later that night and responding to the few people that had replied to it, when Chris saw your phone screen.

“Hang on, gimme that,” he said, pausing the hockey game he was watching. “How did I not notice you take this?” He looked closer at your phone. “And how many fucking followers do you have, holy shit.”

You took your phone back, seeing that Brett Howden had asked why he didn’t get any dinner. “I got a bunch more after I started dating you,” you said. Chris looked concerned. “Don’t make that face, you dork. I don’t really care, and if I did, I could just make my account private.”

Chris still looked a little alarmed at the number of people who had seen him cook dinner, but he turned back to the hockey game, anyway.

Sing Us a Song There was a piano in Chris’ apartment. It was tucked away in the spare bedroom, and he avoided playing it when people were over, even when it was just the two of you. You had lamented that fact once, and Chris had said something about just wanting to spend all his time focused on you. You let it go, but that didn’t mean you weren’t dying to hear him play, especially since everyone who had could only compliment him.

It was nearly Christmas when you let yourself into Chris’ apartment with your spare key. The two of you had spent an entire weekend decorating, and the space was absolutely filled with Christmas spirit. You had been baking cookies, and you were dropping some off for Chris to bring home to Massachusetts and his family. You smiled as you heard the familiar chords of “Celebrate Me Home” echoing through the apartment. Your penchant for listening to Christmas music at all hours was beginning to rub off on Chris finally. You paused, though, when you realized that the voice drifting through the apartment was not Kenny Loggins, but Chris.

You set the cookies and your purse down gently on a counter, kicking off your snow boots and quietly making your way through the apartment. You peered around the doorway of the spare bedroom. Chris’ back was to you, since the piano faced the windows looking out over the city, as he continued singing. You slipped your phone out of your coat pocket and began recording. You made sure to keep quiet as Chris began playing “The Christmas Song.” You stayed there for a minute longer before putting your phone away and walking into the room.

Chris jumped a little as you put your hand on his shoulder. “Your hands are freezing, Christ, Y/N. How long have you been here?”

You kissed his temple. “Sorry. Just came to drop off cookies and couldn’t resist listening to you for a while. I wish you’d sing for me more often.” Chris blushed all the way up to his ears.

Later that night, back home and with a pie in the oven this time, you edited the videos you took a little bit and put them up on your Instagram story. You left it captionless.

Your DMs were soon filled with people commenting on how talented Chris was and begging for more videos of him. You screenshotted them all– maybe a little smugly– and sent them to Chris. All you got back was an emoji sticking its tongue out at you.

Somewhere on a Beach There was absolutely nothing that you loved more than a good vacation. As the Rangers’ bye week approached, Chris was getting desperate to get out of the city, and you were looking forward to a week on a beach.

The Rangers won their last game before the break, and then the two of you were on a plane to Hawaii for some valuable time in the sun. Chris had found a rental with a private stretch of beach, and you both had bags full of books to read.

“Chris, you need to put on sunscreen!” you yelled as he walked across the sand, sunglasses perched on his nose and book in hand, on the first day. He had complained but let you cover him in sunscreen; he got burnt anyway.

Mika made a crispy potato joke later that night in response to Chris’ whiny text.

You got a couple good Instagram posts out of the vacation. One was simply pictures of you that you had made Chris take– “like a good Instagram boyfriend, babe” – plus a couple well-executed timer shots of both of you on the beach: sandy toes, sunburnt nose. The other was a small collection of photos you took of Chris throughout the week, in various positions in various chairs, all with a different book. Your favorite was the time you had caught him asleep on the beach, book still clutched precariously in his hand, mouth hanging open as he burned in the sun. I will never understand how he can read a book a day and still never run out of books, you had typed as a caption.

Dog Lover Chris was sick. You were sure he had been fighting through shit for nearly two weeks but had been too stubborn to admit it, and he had finally hit a wall. You had caught him leaning heavily against the bathroom sink that morning, dizzy and nauseous, as he attempted to get ready for practice; it still took both you and Mika yelling at him, with more than one threat to call Quinn and/or his mother, before he agreed to stay home.

You had forced him to at least eat a piece of toast before you let him collapse on the couch under most of the blankets you had in your apartment. You sent Mika a picture of Chris in his fever haze, zoned out while watching the morning news.

You luckily had the day off, so you were able to stay close to your idiot boyfriend with a penchant for ignoring injury and illness. It started storming after you ate lunch, rain lashing against the windows and lightning lighting up the dark New York sky, shrouded with clouds. Chris was still slouched on one end of the couch, barely having moved all morning. You were sitting at the other end with a book, his feet in your lap and thumb idly rubbing circles on his ankle, having ignored Chris’ protests that you were going to get sick, too.

Later, when you were making dinner, you peeked into your living room to check on Chris. He had thrown most of his blankets onto the floor, and he was sprawled out on his stomach, solidly asleep. Your dog had crawled up onto the couch with him and was laying protectively over Chris’ legs. You smiled at them before reaching for your phone to take a picture.

First you sent it to Mika: “Sometimes I think he’s only dating me for my dog.” with an eye roll emoji. Mika laughed at that one.

Then you posted it on your Instagram, this time with the caption everyone knows dog cuddles are the best medicine. Your replies were flooded with get-well wishes for Chris.

Best Friends Everyone knew that Mika and Chris were pretty much inseparable, both on the ice and off of it. You and Irma had bonded over it one night, when what was supposed to be a nice double date devolved into Chris and Mika discussing the chances of various teams winning the Cup. It had only been November.

You teased the two about their codependency, but honestly it was endearing. Mika ended up over for dinner more nights than not, and you texted him more than you texted your mom. Mika sometimes crashed movie nights at Chris’ apartment, and all three of you ended up in a tangled mess of limbs and blankets before the end of the night without fail. It was completely undeniable that Chris loved Mika, so it was inevitable that you loved Mika, too.

The Rangers were having another outdoor practice in Central Park. You loved going to any practice, but the outdoor ones were especially fun to watch. It always seemed like half of New York showed up to watch, and the boys were always more energetic and idiotic than usual.

You hung around close to the boards behind one of the goals during practice. You got some good pictures of the boys warming up, including one particularly cute one of Artemi sticking his tongue out at you. As practice went on, you took more pictures as various Rangers sped past you. The best opportunity was when Chris scored a – frankly ridiculous, honestly – goal over Hank’s shoulder, set up perfectly by Mika. They slammed into the boards next to you in celebration, and you managed to snap a great angle of that smile Mika seemed to reserve specifically for Chris.

All of the WAGs and families were allowed onto the ice after practice ended. You carefully made your way over towards where Chris and Mika were lazily leaning against the boards near one of the benches, nearly running over tripping over Igor’s dog in the process when he ran in front of you, gleefully dragging a leash behind him.

Chris was facing you, but he didn’t see you approach. You, however, could see the dorky grin he had aimed at Mika from where he was slouching against the wall. As you got closer, you took out your phone and snuck one more picture of the two of them.

You couldn’t resist posting those pictures of your boys. You made sure to tag Mika, adding on the caption someone tell me how I can get a boy to look at me the way Chris and Mika look at each other.

Mika replied with an eye roll emoji and a blue heart. Irma replied with about five cry-laughing emojis. Chris just looked offended.

His Turn Chris had managed to convince you to join him for a week in Connecticut, and you had managed to convince him to let you drive up. He grumbled about it all the way out of the city.

You had your sunglasses on and your hair was loose around your shoulders. Chris’ phone was plugged into your aux, but he had turned on your own road trip playlist. (He complained about your taste in music most of the drive, too.) As you got closer to Connecticut, Chris rolled the windows down. Every once in a while, you glanced over at him, only to already find him watching you with a smile on his face, eyes crinkly and dimple showing.

You were singing the words to a Taylor Swift song at the top of your lungs, laughing as the wind ripped the words from your throat and out the window, when Chris reached over and picked up your phone. You turned to look at him.

“Eyes on the road,” he scolded, still holding your now-unlocked phone. You raised an eyebrow but turned back to the highway in front of you.

The song changed again, this time to a Queen song, and you laughed again. Chris started singing along with you, and you forgot that he had been taking a picture of you.

Later that night, long after the sun set, you got a notification that you had been tagged in a new Instagram post, by @2kreids0. You squinted at your phone screen, confused. You were sitting out on the porch under the stars, and Chris had gone in for dessert (something still stupidly healthy– “It’s the offseason, Kreider!” you had protested) only a couple minutes before.

Still frowning a little, you tapped on the notification. A picture of yourself, with the sun in your face and hair blowing out the window, laughing, eyes bright underneath your sunglasses, filled your screen. It could only have been taken by Chris in your car earlier. You looked at the Instagram handle again.

“Hey, babe?” you called as Chris stepped back outside, trying to balance two bowls and two glasses of wine. He looked up at you. “Did you make an Instagram?” Chris blushed. You looked back at the picture, this time reading the caption below it: I’ll drive anywhere with you, just to hear you sing your favorite songs.

Chris had moved to stand next to you, still blushing to the tips of his ears. “I might have.” You laughed, taking your glass of wine from Chris’ hand and pulling him down for a kiss.

“I thought you didn’t see the point?” you asked.

Chris shrugged. “I didn’t. Then you started posting pictures of me all the time, and I started to understand why people share the things they love for everyone to see.”

“You’re a sap, Kreider,” you said, all fondness. You smiled at him from behind the rim of your wine glass as he took another picture of you. “Is this what I’m like?” you asked. Chris let out a surprised laugh.

The next morning you were tagged again by Chris. You rolled your eyes. When you opened the notification, you saw the picture from the night before, but there was also a second one, one you didn’t know Chris had taken. It was of you, of course, but you were glaring at something on your phone over your coffee mug, glasses on and hair a mess. This time he had captioned it get you a girl who can do both.

“Christopher!” You were already beginning to regret showing him exactly how to work Instagram the night before. As you heard Chris laughing his way down the stairs, though, you thought that you could really get used to it, even if Chris probably had some revenge posts in store for you.

#cait writes things #chris kreider #chris kreider fic #chris kreider imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic

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yourdaddychan · 3 years

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wow-

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-> you remind me of the color viridian , because it gives me confident vibes :D you carry yourself proudly and confidently as you should tbh go steph

@binniesthighs oh look its a cutie *pushes you to a mirror* right there :D RORORO YOUR BOAT :DD we havent talked too much, besides my simping for jisung- but you give me very sexy energy so imma propose rq *gets down on one knee* will you be the rororo to my boat 🥺thank you for being my moot :D

-> you remind me of the color espresso , because espresso looks like the color to be pretty chill and laid back, and you're all of those, and calming to be around

@toshis-flower BAYBEE BEBE BEEBEE :D thank you so much for being my moot and making me a wifey asf ‼️ you're literally so much like me whats not to love <3 JKSDJKD JKJK you're really sweet and really just a good person to rant to, i love you so so so much and i think im going to remarry you :D

-> you remind me of the color taffy , because you're sweet, cute, and bright :D *eats you* yummy

@lov3ric seyoung. i love you. so much. MY SOULMATEEEE :DD even though we tell the story over and over like a bunch of grandmas, ill still never forget how we became soulmates and then bonded over boba 🥺im licherally going to marry you one day like ez 💪also i wanna eat you can i eat you youre really cute *eats you*

-> you remind me of the color daffodil , because it reminds me of banana milk which reminds me of you tbh- buuuttt did you know that daffodils are one of the first flowers you see when spring starts? that definitely reminds me of you because through all of the cb drama, you've always been there with me, like literally always- i cannot express how much i love you *kithie*

@simpchimp LIDDLE CHEESE FUCKER THEMBO :DD drink water *spank* i love you so much you cutie 🥺you're also licherally the funniest person ever like stop bae i kinda need to be the funniest but noer its you 😔alsoer i love how random you are KDSKLD so nevah stop that because then *revz up arm* youre going to get luna-ified

-> you remind me of the color jam , because even though you seem kinda scary at first [ yes i was 100% scared of you ] you're really soft :D

@berrywoo the sun themself 💪you are easily the purest person ive met, and im so happy i somehow became moots with you :D you literally hit diff, yk? theres something about your personality and the way you act thats so comforting, and that means i eat you because youre too cute :D you cant just be a wholeass teacher for kids and expect not to get eaten kids are licherally demons whoever deals with them properly and treatz dem nicely gets a nom asf

-> you remind me of the color honey , because you're a sunshiney yellow, and you're sweet like honey :D i think you need to hear that its okay not to be okay bb, and you can come to my dms anytime you want to rant 😎

@yourchungha MS OG CHUNGHA MS IM KINDA SCARED OF THE SHIT YOU DO MS FURREH LOVER 101 MS ANNA BANANA :D yeah youre like really nice- thats all i have to say- like how tf do you deal with [ redacted ] like eggsplain- ALSO YOURE CARRYING OUR CONVERSATIONS BECAUSE IDK HOW TO TALK TO PEOPLE DKSJKD I LOVE YOU FOR THAT AND WE SHOULD HAVE LIKE ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS MORE OFTEN

-> you remind me of the color scarlet , because youre a sexy bitch tf and scarlet gives me 'idc what you think im hot' kinda vibes which is like exactly you

@satosimp WINTER DADDY :DD i lub you asf *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy* ugh the way your personality matches mine is kinda sexy or whatever im also kinda in love with you but lets ignore that part 🙄 💪 *big kithes* *eats your cats casually*

-> you remind me of the color lilac , because it just gives me tsundere vibes, you act like you dont care but really do care :D you liddle sawftie *noms your cheekie*

@nightshade-minho DUCKIE :DD *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy pt 2* licherally bae where the fuck are you i miss you you bettah be doing well in school otherwise im going to smack you with a chappal asf DSJJKSD *eats your cat because hes such a cutie*

-> you remind me of the color marigold , because you're adorable and sunshiney :D

@onigirimeeya MICHIE MICHIE MICHIEIEEIEI MY DAD :DDD i like you mucho much if you didnt know *kithes you* you're like one awf da best listeners ever- which is such a weirdass compliment but its true- you're really good at listening, and just being a comforting presence in general, like when you go to the beach and youre just staring at the waves all edgy mode, and it calms you down a fuck ton

-> you remind me of the color mint , for obvious reasons- mint choco chip cookie michie :DD

@hhjs bae we dont talk a lot but im kinda lurking on all of your posts- JKDSJSKD bae remarry me please youre really fucking hot 😭and the way you have with words is like damn- teach me oppar asf

-> you remind me of the color wine , because you're refined, and carry yourself in a way that makes everyone want to be you. the color wine is rich and deep, which reminds me of the way you write :D

@nsfw-stay MY LICHERAL BABIE YOUVE BEEN AN ANON FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND WEVE TALKED ABOUT SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER [ a lot about seungmin and jisung but shhh ] I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BB AND I WILL NOM YOU >:( BUT SOFTLY AND OUT OF LOVE *nomz yew* :D

-> you remind me of the color cerulean , because its a baby blue and what fits better than a baby blue yk? you're adorable and squishy and i want to nom you 24/7

@secretary-yeji *iz chan ig cause we dont talk admin to admin* oh erm gee is uncle chrith 😉DKLSKLD my liddle koala :D my liddle burgah :D my liddle aussie :D my besth frien :DDD evah since may i think we've been friends, and i think one of the highlights of that day was me marking you as spam twice and on accident too- LKSDKLSD WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT anywayz thank yew for being uncle chrith's friend *kith*

-> you remind me of the color seafoam , because it's a very soft and light color yk, you're delicate asf which sounds like a bad thing now that im typing it BUT IT ISNT DSKLDSLK YOURE VERY CUTE YOU AND YOUR FLOOFY COWS :D

@ayolistenupp im kinda... in love with you? wtf? KDSDKSL MY DESI DADDY ASF I LOVE YOU SOER MUCH :D our music nights™️ mean so much to me, like theres just something so personal about listening to what the other person likes to hear even though half of your songs are sexy asf KLDSKLD

-> you remind me of the color ocean , because the ocean is loud but calming yk- like you're full of energy but you're also calming :D

@yanderexchungha OH ERM GEE YEW :O YOU PROBABLY WONT SEE THIS IN LIKE 10 MONTHS BESTIE MERRY CHRISTMAS IG KLDSLKD anyway i love you dad your lessons about vape >>> to quote your drunk ass exactly "vape isnt cool" JKSDJ anyway its gonna be sexy if we accidentally run into each other in the hallwayz asf

-> you remind me of grey cause youre a hag- JKJK KDJSD you remind me of the color caramel , because you're sweet, and licherally addictive caramel isnt good for my braces but i keep eating it 😰but youre addictive in a good way :D

@yanderelee literally only doing this because you were moping about not having a simp sunday and im such a good person 🥸you're cool 💪and unfortunately, you're funny too 😥and even though i bully you asf dont take it personally because i dont mean it asf

-> you remind me of the color dijon mustard because you just give those hacker vibes please dont hack me after i said this i like to keep my location private

@kpopswitchbot BESTIE 😏MY FIRST MUTUAL 😏 LICHERALLY DA BEST CUTEST FUNNIEST SMARTEST SEXIEST KEWLEST I CANT EVEN EXPRESS WITH WORDS FISHIE IN DA WORLD :D LICHERALLY STOP OUTDOING ME WITH YOUR GOODNIGHTS LIKE *spankz yew* YOURE LITERALLY TOO GOOD WITH WORDS ITS NOT FAIR- AND THE DAY YOU JUST TALKED TO ME IN SHAKESPEAREAN BECAUSE I FELT DOWN- AND EXPRESSED YOUR LOVE THAT WAY LIKE- PLEASE I ACTUALLY ADORE YOU AND I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOU ONE DAY

-> you remind me of the color coffee , not only because youre addicted to it but also because of the way you act, you're like the definition of an old soul- with the words you use, the drama kid you are asf, etc- you're a talented bitch *mwah* i love you so much you also remind me of those movies where they find an old ass book and they kinda hafta dust it off and it gives you treasure or something cause yeah that reminds me meeting you

AIGHT DAS IT ASF MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL :DDD

#if you wanna know more just drop an ask asf #would be cool if i had 1k for 1k but NOOOOO #i have more btw #*dabz*#THE WAY TUMBLR KEEPS GLITCHING BECAUSE THERES TOO MANY WORDS #NOT SEXY TUMBLR

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lilyvandersteen · 3 years

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The Christmas Guest Chapter 9

Author’s Note: Are you ready for some Klaine kisses? I’m sure you are, so enjoy :-)

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5, the Interlude, Chapter 6, Chapter 7 and Chapter 8 here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 9: Kisses

Kurt woke up in what seemed like the middle of the night when all of a sudden, he went from toasty warm to cold. Where was that duvet? Oh, there it was!

Kurt tucked it close around and underneath him and tried to nod off again. He’d almost succeeded when the duvet was cruelly snatched loose again and a pillar of ice - or was it a boulder of granite? - was shoved against his back. He shivered and tried to push it away, but it wouldn’t budge. Gradually, the stone slab warmed up and softened around him, but not before he’d woken up enough to realize it was actually Blaine’s body. Why he’d ventured out of bed at such an ungodly hour was anybody’s guess, and Kurt hoped he’d make no more such excursions. He wanted to sleep at night, damn it, and preferably until he felt fully rested, thank you very much.

He tried to slip back into sleep, but now he felt too disgruntled and keyed up to manage that. He stayed still and tried to empty his mind. That wasn’t easy, because he was hyperaware of Blaine’s presence – his chest pressed against Kurt’s back, his legs entwined with Kurt’s, his arm slung over Kurt’s waist, his warm hand on top of Kurt’s and his thumb moving back and forth in a soothing pattern.

And then Kurt let out a wordless gasp, because… was that really a love declaration he’d just heard from Blaine? Surely, that was Blaine being sleep-drunk and not realizing whom exactly he was in bed with, right? Right?

Blaine seemed to fall asleep right after that, but Kurt lay awake staring at the ceiling until he heard Carole get up, and decided to go downstairs too. Might as well make a nice Christmas breakfast for everybody, now that he couldn’t sleep anyway.

Carole looked surprised when he entered the kitchen, and then worried. “Are you okay, honey? Is your throat troubling you again?”

Kurt shook his head and helped himself to coffee. “Just couldn’t sleep anymore, so I came here to do some baking.”

By the time Blaine showed up, Finn had already had three helpings of French toast and was pestering Kurt to take his Christstollen out of the oven already so that he could have a slice. “Mom won’t let me have more French toast, ‘cause Blaine hasn’t had any yet.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at his impatient brother, and ignored him as much as he could.

Blaine seemed uncomfortable when the time came to exchange Christmas presents, but cheered up when he remembered he had gifts in his luggage that were apparently generic enough to work just as well for the Hudmel family as they would have for the Andersons.

Looking up from the gifts he’d just unpacked, Kurt saw Blaine hug Carole and beam with pride when she thanked him. His father seemed just as pleased, inspecting a set of… were those beer glasses?

As Carole had remarked before, Blaine seemed part of the family already. Kurt could so easily imagine a life with Blaine always by his side from now on. So clearly that it hurt to realize this might be snatched away from him as soon as their break was over and they had to head back to New York.

Kurt got a lump in his throat, and his eyes pricked. Once again, he found himself wishing that someway, somehow, they could untangle the mess they’d made of things and turn this into something real.

K & B

New Year’s Eve arrived, and though Kurt was looking forward to seeing his friends again, he was nervous as well. Rachel, he could deal with, but he hoped Mercedes would react well. She might be just as angry as Rachel that he hadn’t told her about Blaine yet. They hadn’t talked in several months, but still. And Santana was sure to be a nightmare. He hoped she wouldn’t scare Blaine off by asking him all sorts of invasive questions.

As usual when he felt stressed, he avoided everyone else in the house, and spent far more time choosing his outfit and getting ready than he otherwise would. He didn’t leave the sanctuary of his room until Finn threatened to leave without him.

At least all the prepping and fussing about his appearance hadn’t been for nothing. Blaine was gaping at him, struck speechless with admiration.

Well, that made Kurt feel much better already, so much that he didn’t even roll his eyes at his father’s loud warnings and instructions before they left.

When they arrived at the party, Rachel lit into Kurt at once, letting him have it for keeping silent about Blaine. After living with her for so long, Kurt knew Rachel inside out, and won the argument deftly, without so much as raising his voice.

Mentally high-fiving himself, he introduced Rachel to the newcomers, and then led the way to the makeshift bar, on high alert when he spotted Santana there.

He braced himself for crude remarks, but she let them go with barely an innuendo. He might have guessed she had other mischief on her mind, like tampering with their drinks. When Blaine pointed out she’d spiked them, Kurt felt his temper flare up, but he knew a confrontation with Santana never ended well for her opponent, so he just took a deep breath and slipped away to the kitchen for three soda cans.

Mercedes waylaid him as he was heading back. As he’d guessed, she wasn’t too pleased at being left out of the loop. Kurt weaseled out of that by telling her he had waited until he was sure Blaine was there to stay. “Every time I tell you I have met someone new, I’m always convinced it’s going well, and then after three dates, I find out they’re only in it for the hooking up. And I feel so ashamed, you know? So this time, I wanted to be sure this was going to last.”

Mercedes’ glower disappeared, and a thoughtful look replaced it. “And you think it is? You must, or you would never have taken him to meet your dad.”

Kurt nodded, and before he knew it, he was talking his friend’s ear off about Blaine, telling her how sweet and caring he was, how beautifully he sang, and how he had charmed everyone in the Hudmel household in two seconds flat. “He’s… He’s amazing, ‘Cedes. I… I could see myself marrying him. Not that… I know it’s way too early to be thinking along those lines, I know, but…”

Mercedes grinned. “Aww, someone’s smitten.”

Kurt bit his lip. There was no denying that, unfortunately.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, boo. You deserve this. But he better treat you right, or I’ll rip him a new one.”

Kurt sneaked a look in Blaine’s direction, and saw to his horror that he was being interrogated by Tina.

Uh-oh, I need to go rescue him!

“You’re not listening to a word I say, are you?”

Startled, he whipped his head around, and saw Mercedes fake-pout at him.

“Sorry, ‘Cedes. You were saying?”

Mercedes shook her head, smiling. “We’ll talk later. You go and get back to your sweetheart.”

Kurt didn’t have to be told twice, and hurried to the love seat where Blaine was sitting. To his relief, Blaine was holding his own, telling Tina their fake meet cute story with relish, his eyes shining.

Kurt grinned happily and took over, pleased at how Tina lapped it all up.

When the story came to its end, Kurt saw Tina’s eyes flitting to Cathy, who was sitting next to them. Finn was nowhere near, and Cathy seemed very ill at ease.

Making a mental note to berate Finn for abandoning his girlfriend at a party where she knew practically no-one, Kurt turned the conversation to Tina, and she was only too happy to catch him up.

Mercedes joined them, and Kurt forgot about anything and anyone else as he chatted with her. It had been ages since their last phone call, and even longer since they’d seen each other in person, but their friendship was such that they could pick up where they had left off as if no time had passed at all.

Kurt was so focused on Mercedes that he was startled when Blaine asked him something.

Oh! Blaine! Oh wow, so much for berating Finn… I’m just as bad as he is! No, even worse. I’m forgetting all about Blaine while sitting on his lap!

And what was that Blaine was saying?

Mercedes cottoned on faster than Kurt, and announced for the whole room that Kurt and Blaine were going to sing together.

What?!

Before Kurt knew it, Blaine was tugging him along to the karaoke stage. He felt off balance both mentally and physically, stumbling over his feet and not feeling at all ready to sing.

Blaine, instead of giving Kurt a minute to compose himself, laughed away his concerns, and then, just when Kurt was about to lose his temper, Blaine gave him a sweet kiss on the hand and a smile so sunny that it warmed him from within and made his anger melt away.

Okay, okay. I can do this. I can.

They chose a karaoke classic Kurt had sung before, and he was pleased to note that their voices blended extremely well. In that respect, too, Blaine was a great match.

Kurt beamed at Blaine when the song came to its end, feeling invigorated.

It took only one moment – and one infuriating friend – to ruin his mood. Rachel came to congratulate them, and in the same breath, she demanded to sing with Blaine too.

Blaine, as accommodating as ever, seemed willing to duet with Rachel, but Kurt wasn’t having any of it.

Too long had Rachel swooped in and taken everything Kurt had his eye on. Not this time. No.

He sent Rachel a death glare, and with a loud “No!”, he grabbed Blaine’s hand and led him away from her, his blood thrumming “Mine” with every step he took.

And then suddenly Santana was there blocking their way and taunting him, and Kurt’s frustration with this whole situation reached its boiling point, and he shouted at her to leave them alone.

Seconds later, he regretted his outburst, but the damage was done. Santana narrowed her eyes and smirked and started making insinuations, and he was so sick of this. It turned out being teased about your relationship wasn’t much fun when there was no actual relationship to make up for the teasing. Nothing but a sweet guy who went along with pretty much anything people asked of him. Not just Kurt, and he would do well to remember that. They’d established some kind of friendship, yes, but that was all.

Suddenly, he felt bone-weary, and his response was lackluster. How soon after midnight was too soon to leave a New Year’s party, anyway?

He turned to Blaine to tell him he was tired and wanted to go home, but before he could get the first word out, Blaine gave him an intense look, cupped his face in both hands and kissed him.

It wasn’t a gentle peck on the lips. Blaine’s kiss was deep and heady from the start, as if he wanted to tap into Kurt’s very essence.

Kurt, reeling inside, grabbed onto Blaine like a lifeline, because his legs felt like rubber all of a sudden, and his head was all woozy.

Wow. So that’s what kisses are supposed to be about. I’ve been missing out.

As soon as he’d gotten over his initial surprise, Kurt got with the program and started kissing back, winding his arms around Blaine’s middle, closing his eyes and just enjoying the moment.

He would gladly have kissed Blaine the whole night through, but reality intervened, in the form of a very drunk Quinn bumping into him and jolting him out of his kiss-induced haze.

“Sorry,” she slurred, but Kurt paid more attention to the countdown going on. “Six! Five!”

So it wasn’t New Year yet? Then why had Blaine kissed him all of a sudden?

“Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!!”

Everyone around them cheered, and Blaine moved in for another kiss, this one soft and sweet.

“Happy New Year,” Blaine whispered.

“Happy New Year.”

Kurt hoped his face didn’t show all the questions that were running through his head. They still had appearances to keep up, after all. They could discuss this when they were back in his bedroom.

Blaine gave Kurt a soft smile and moved in to nuzzle and kiss his neck.

Ooh, that feels good!

Kurt’s eyes snapped shut of his own accord, and he threw his head back to allow Blaine better access.

Moments later, a voice broke through the thick haze of arousal.

“Ugh, take your soft porn somewhere we don’t have to see it!”

Santana. Apparently, she hadn’t left when they started kissing.

Kurt opened his eyes to tell her she’d done worse with Brittany right in front of him, but before he could speak, someone else said, “Speak for yourself, San. I’m enjoying the show, boys, don’t stop!”

Quinn! Behind her, Sugar, Rachel, Tina and Mercedes were grinning and nodding, and even Puck looked intrigued. The only one who looked slightly nauseated was Finn, but Cathy was beaming at Kurt and winking.

“I think we’re ready to go home,” Kurt announced. “Finn, Cathy, are you coming with us or do you want to stay a bit longer?”

The four of them walked home in silence. Kurt’s head was still overflowing with questions, but he didn’t want Finn to overhear anything, so he kept them all inside.

He shivered in the crisp winter night, and Blaine immediately slung an arm around his waist and pulled him close.

“Better?”

“Much.”

And it was. Kurt happily basked in the body heat Blaine provided, and looked forward to having Blaine warm his icy feet in bed.

They snuck in silently. Finn had clearly decided that if Blaine could sleep over, then so could Cathy. Finn threw Kurt a defiant look, daring him to say something, but seemed only fair to Kurt, so all he said was “Goodnight” before he led Blaine upstairs.

They undressed in silence, and it wasn’t until they were snug in bed, Kurt soaking up Blaine’s heat greedily, that they spoke. Both at the same time.

“Why did you kiss me?”/ “Sorry for kissing you without asking first.”

Kurt turned to look at Blaine. In the moonlight, his expression was serious, and his eyes soft and pleading.

“I… didn’t mind. I just wondered… Why?”

Blaine ducked his head. “Santana was… I thought… It seemed like a good idea at the time. To allay suspicions.”

Kurt digested this. “So it was just for show?”

Blaine swallowed before he answered, his Adam’s apple going up and down, and then he shook his head.

With bated breath, Kurt waited for him to say something more.

“I like you, okay?” Blaine then whisper-shouted. “I know we got thrown into this by a misunderstanding, and we’re not really boyfriends, but I would like to. You’re amazing, Kurt. And these past few day have shown me that we click really well. Do you think… Would you want to…?”

And then it was Kurt moving in for a kiss, clumsy and off-center and full of teeth because they were both grinning into it.

“Yes. Yes yes yes, please. Let’s try this for real.”

#klaine fanfiction #my fic #The Christmas Guest #chapter 9 #fake dating

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brelione · 4 years

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Wish I Was Sarah PT.1(Kiara Carrera X Reader)

Kiara had first met you 3rd of December.You had been at a party,a christmas party to be specific.You were a kook which meant your parents forced you to go to all the big mansion parties all the time.All of the big ones were there,Sarah Cameron,Topper Thornton,Rafe Cameron,Kiara Carrera.All of them.

You had worn a sweater over a simple t shirt,too lazy to put on a dress like all the others.Your parents were just glad that you had agreed to make an appearance even if you looked like shit.You had sat in the corner of the couch,earbuds in.You were listening to Sweater Weather,thinking it was funny because you were,in fact,wearing a sweater.

Kiara had stood at the snack table for a while,holding a disgusting monstrosity of a cookie,debating on picking off the sprinkles and throwing them away.She had never really been a fan of sprinkles.She had glanced around the crowds,the moms talking as they ate cheese cubes,the dads talking as they drank beers and wine,the other teens probably getting high up in the bathroom.Then her eyes fell on you.

She felt her face heat up immediately,staring at you for a while.You were underdressed for the occasion,your earbuds in as you sat curled up on the couch,seeming tired of being there.She debated herself in her head,trying to decide whether to approach you or not.Eventually she gave in,walking across the room with fake confidence,sitting down next to you.She watched as you tensed up,your eyes going wide,your bottom lip between your teeth,wondering what she wanted.

You pulled out an earbud,looking up at the beautiful girl that had decided to sit next to you of all places. “Hey.”She smiled,holding out her hand to you. “Im Kiara.”She introduced herself.You pulled out your other earbud,a small grin on your face. “Hi.Im (Y/N).”You shook her hand,feeling your face heat up a bit. “So um….yeah.What song were you listening to?”She asked,trying not to laugh at how dumb she sounded.You showed her your phone,finding yourself moving closer to her on the couch. “You like Frozen ll a lot.”She laughed,watching you scroll through the playlist.

You nodded,handing her an earbud to make her listen to Lost In The Woods. “Ive never seen Frozen ll.”She admitted,watching as your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “Kiara!Oh my god-whats wrong with you?”Your voice became higher as you talked,your hand covering your mouth.She laughed at you,shrugging. “Wait,have you seen the first one?”You asked.She nodded,watching as a look of relief came across your face. “Okay,did you like it?”You asked.She shrugged once again,smiling at your enthusiasm.

“The second one is better I promise.”You answered.She rolled her eyes,leaning back against the couch. “Im serious!The soundtrack,the animation everything is so much better!”You exclaimed,shaking your phone as you spoke.She nodded. “Yeah,whatever you say.”She replied,watching as you tried to convince her. “You have to watch it!Please?”You pouted.She nodded,making you clap your hands in excitement as you went into your disney plus app.She watched as you scrolled through the movies,a big grin on your face because you had easily defeated her.

“Its so cold in here.Who puts air conditioning on in december?”She complained out loud.You handed her your phone for a moment,not hesitating to pull off your sweater and hand it to her. “That’s pretty warm.”You told her,not really thinking about it.Her face turned red,biting her bottom lip as she held back a smile.

She had originally regretted her wardrobe choice of a green dress,the fabric light and flowy,her arms exposed which caused goosebumps to rise across her caramel skin.She didnt regret it now though as she pulled on your sweater,the warm fabric making the goosebumps go away.Her heart was thumping as you moved incredibly close to her,handing her an earbud and holding your phone in front of the two of you.

As you reached the point of Into The Unknown it was announced that dinner was ready,ham,turkey,potatoes,corn,rolls,pretty much everything imaginable.It disgusted you that you all had a feast of expensive,high quality food while people in The Cut were lucky to have a meal a day.The adults called the other teens downstairs for the meal and you promised Kiara that you’d finish watching it after.You two decided to sit next to eachother at the table,your sweater still on her.

She offered it back to you,saying that she didnt want to get food on it but you told her that it was fine and that it looked better on her anyways. “So the movie...what do you think about it so far?”You had asked softly as Kelce and Topper came down the stairs. “Its good.Its good,like you said,better than the first for sure.”She nodded,eyebrows furrowing when she noticed your eyes falling away from her and towards someone walking down the stairs.Sarah fucking Cameron.The blonde was wearing a nice,light grey dress that looked amazing on her figure,her hair in pretty braids.

Kiara saw the look in your eyes,the way they were full of wonder,mesmorized by Sarah Cameron.She felt like dying,like being eaten up by a black hole as she wondered how she could be so stupid.She had thought that maybe you were interested in her but it was probably because she had been the only girl there.Now that Sarah was here she would be lucky if she could get your attention back again.

“So what do you think of the theory about Elsa?”She asked,glaring at Sarah.Your face heated up,taking your eyes off of the pretty blonde and back to Kiara. “What theory?”You asked,glancing over at Sarah every couple of moments.Kiara tried to hide her anger,covering it with a small grin. “The one about her being a lesbian.What do you think of it?”She asked,trying to learn more about you and if she even had a chance.You bit your lip,looking over at the plate of biscuits.

“I mean,I think at this point we all just want representation in disney and in like,media in general but I dont think Elsa is a lesbian.I feel like she might be aromantic or maybe...well,I dont really know.There’s nothing-well,you know she actual might be a lesbian,”You paused,leaning forward to grab a biscuit and put it on your plate.

“There’s this one scene in Frozen ll,ill point it out to you that has like vibes to it.But then again just because she doesnt have a male love interest doesnt exactly mean she’s a lesbian.Moana and Merida didnt have guys that they were in love with but that doesnt mean they’re lesbians.Merida might be a lesbian,have you seen how good she is in nature and cooking fish in the wild?And how she knew those berries were poison?Thats some cottage core lesbian shit.What was I talking about?”you asked,realising you had gotten caught up in the topic and had forgotten the original question.

Kiara smiled,glad to hear you speak so passionately about something. “If Elsa is a lesbian.”She held back a laugh,watching as the realisation came across your face. “Right,so the answer is yes but also no but also yes.Like at least fifty percent yes but also no but im 1000% confident in Merida being a lesbian.”You confirmed,cutting open your biscuit.She nodded,trying to think of a new topic before she lost your attention again. “So the whole thing of people shipping Else with Jack Frost.What do you think of that?”She asked,laughing when your fists slapped down in your lap,gaining the attention of Rafe and Sarah.

“Dude literally it makes no sense!Jack Frost isnt even disney!Like the only reason anyone ever shipped them was because they have the same powers but Jack is like 300 years old and hes like...energetic and giggly and child-like and immature and she would get so annoyed so quick!She’s introverted and serious and of course theres nothing wrong with that but she gets like too embarrassed too fast and I cant see them ever getting together or even being friends.Like,Merida is most definitely a lesbian but if they’re gonna ship Jack with anyone it should be her!Their personalities are so similar.”You huffed,biting into a half of your biscuit.

She nodded,grabbing a scoop of mashed potatoes and putting it onto her plate. “Yeah,definitely.So who is your favorite disney princess?”She asked,sending a bitter glare towards Sarah.Sarah had been staring at you during your passionate speech,filtering out the other voices to listen to you.She found you fascinating,intriguing.She was trying to figure out why she didnt know you or if you were new to the island.You glanced her way,smirking to yourself when you saw her blush. “Um...I dont think I have a favorite.They’re all powerful and wonderful in their own ways and they all have pretty cool stories.Except Pocahontas,I hate that they romanticize colonization and in reality she was like ten and he was in his late twenties.The soundtrack was great though.”You shrugged,taking a sip of root beer.

She nodded,listening in to what the old folks were talking about.There were more people outside who had opted to take plates of food out there.Kiara wouldve preferred to go outside but it was colder out there and she hadnt been prepared.Her mother was looking at her from across the table but Kiara couldnt care less,too busy searching for your parents. “Hey,(Y/N)?”She asked quietly,getting your attention off of your biscuit. “Where are your parents?”She asked.You shrugged,getting your own scoop of mashed potatoes. “I think they’re outside.I dunno.”You answered.She nodded,continuing to eat,sending a glare towards Sarah every couple of moments.

“Eat faster so we can finish the movie.”You told her,not thinking about it as you spoke.She smiled,hurrying to eat. “Wait,why dont we just go outside and watch it?”She suggested.You bit your cheek,trying to figure out why you hadnt thought of that.You nodded,standing up and picking up your root beer,balancing it on your plate and walking out of the house,Kiara close behind you. “Where are we going?”She asked.You grinned,careful as you walked down the hill. “I know a spot.”You answered,walking across the sand of the beach.

You had explored pretty much all spots of the beach and had found your favorite one,a cave behind a wall of rocks that you had personalized.You walked towards the rock wall,slipping through the crack. “What is this place?”She asked,still following you.You smiled,turning on your phone flash light so you could see the lantern that you had put in there,turning it on.Her face lit up,looking around the cave.Pillows,sheets,blankets,pretty curtains hanging from the walls,a bin of paints so you could paint the rocks. “Thats such a good question.I really dont know how it got here,I just went through the crack one day and kind of just found it.”You shrugged,sitting down in the pile of pillows and patting the spot next to you.She sat down,shifting so she was as close to you as possible,leaning her head against your shoulder to test the waters.You pulled the earbuds from you phone,turning up the volume of the movie.

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