Fit: [Reading out his message to Pac] "How are you today?"
Yeah, I'm- you know what, hold on, hold on- where's the- where's the lean? [Opens his emote menu and leans against a block] Oh, I gotta take the shield off this looks fcking dorky, here we go. Yeah, there we go, there we go, where's my trident, where's my trident, where's my signature- there we go. Oh yeah. [Fit opens chat again]
Fit: Yeah, I gotta look cool, I gotta look cool, does this look- yeah this looks cool, this looks cool, yeah yeah, this looks- this looks real cool.
[Opens chat again]
Fit: [Types out "Spawn" then deletes it and instead writes out the following] "Something very interesting at spawn if you want to see it" haha. Yeah. Look at me, look at me. I'm the coolest.
Chapters: 2/25
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe
Additional Tags: Christmas Compilation, The Great Seblaine Christmas Extravaganza, Fluff and Sweetness, mostly - Freeform, Occasional hurt/comfort, probably, But mostly fluff
Summary:
A collection of Christmas-themed oneshots about Seblaine.
Listening to Mike's playlist and I'm so curious what the heterosexual explanation is for all the songs about running. Like, what's he running from in the series? EL is the one who's always on the run from the government. Even more interesting is that most of the songs that involve running are songs about love: smalltown boy, I ran, still haunting me, love is a stranger, running in the night, destination unknown, after hours run, run away, if you leave...
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
[ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ] : receiver is thinking about sender when masturbating.
Makes eye contact with Merdrin. Would you dare, boy.
The night air is cold against his skin, his shudddering breaths coming up in fog.
He'd been going crazy, sitting in the tent they shared. Listening to Vielyn moan and whimper his name while caught in the throes of a dream. Watching Viel's hips twitch and his breath catch in his throat.
No. He'd needed some fresh air. He'd needed to give Vielyn some privacy.
At least. That's what he'd told himself. Just giving Viel space. Nothing to do with his own loins tingling at the way Viel begged for him. The way it had been so tempting to wake him. To tell Viel to claim him.
..
No. He cannot. He will not.
But he will sit with his back against a tree, far from camp, and explore those feelings by himself. If he closes his eyes, and thinks of the flush on Viel's cheeks... Thinks of the way he moaned Merdrin, Mer, Merdrin, it's almost easy to pretend that the hand around his cock is Viel's instead of his own.
His climax comes too quickly. He'd just started to rock his hips, to get into the rhythm, when his legs began to shake. When he threw his head back and bit his lip in order to stifle his gasps of ectasy. When he felt his seed, hot and sticky, coat his fingers.