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Crazy to think that homosexuality was invented in 2006 when that cowboy and roman first locked eyes with each other
#kurts being silly again#night at the museum#natm#natm jedediah#natm octavius#jedtavius#natm fandom#homoseuxality#gay people#gay#trans#transgender
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DATING KURT WOULD INCLUDE. + KURT KUNKLE
masterlist. / taglist. / any request?
synopsis. what being in a relationship with Kurt would be like.
pairing. kurt kunkle x reader
genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, none gender specific, incel Kurt, fluff, gamer boyfriend trope, not canon to movie, just silly little headcanons, i honestly don't know how to tag this. | — feedback is always welcomed & don’t forget to reblog 🤍
Honestly, I can not believe that you guys convinced me to write this. You literally put a gun to my head and told me to start writing this with my black ass.
Ight come get y'all juice ig.
Kurt is the type of boyfriend who just doesn't know what to do when you show him affection, the man takes a minute to process every compliment that you give him.
"Wait...Did you just call me a pretty boy?"
"Kurt, I said that an hour ago, babe."
Your first date is going to be cheap.
I'm just being honest here, but that doesn't mean that this man wouldn't burn a hole in his pockets just to buy you whatever you want from the McDonald's dollar menu.
He will randomly just check up on you throughout the day.
Even if you're spending it together, he’ll suddenly just stop what he’s doing and analyze you for a bit.
Despite you two being in a relationship, Kurt pulls zero bitches, no matter how much he tries to present himself as this super confident guy with a super hot partner.
And because of that, he’s very inexperienced when it comes to relationships.
You have to be the one to initiate everything when it comes to your relationship.
But when you are being affectionate, you have to turn it all the way up a notch because this man is kind of dense.
You would wrap your arms around him as he sat in his gamer chair watching him play one of his silly little games.
The sound leaking from his headset as you shifted to his lap, unaffected by your presence, thinking you just wanted to cuddle.
But then you start kissing him on the collarbone...
Man's is instantly hard.
here's where it get's a little spicy...
You discover that Kurt is quite vocal during sex.
Like a modern day porn star, you cannot shut him the fuck up.
Every little touches from you makes him feel like he’s experiencing sex for the first time, every time.
It isn't that hard to please him since he’s never felt the touch of a everyone ever in his life, so you would give him the most sheet gripping, teeth clenching, knuckle biting head of his life.
Kurt has this thing with eye contact.
You have to look him in the eye while you guys are having sex or he just can’t cum.
Same with biting.
He doesn't do it to you, but he’ll burst at the seams if you tease him by sinking your teeth into any part of his body.
Do not try this with his slong.
He has accidentally hit you before the time that you tried to jump scare him.
His reflexes are insane.
Also he cries.
You have to give that man aftercare because he literally breaks down.
That post-nut clarity hits him like a ton of fucking bricks.
All he wants to do is be the little spoon and cuddle with you.
okay back to being cute again...
Whenever he wins a round, you have to kiss him.
He’ll spring from his gamer chair at the end of the round and jump onto the mattress just to steal a kiss from you.
will brag about you to the ten-year olds online that he’s playing with
“Yeah, well my partner is super freaking hot so…no im not lying dude!”
“Y/N! COME TELL THEM THAT YOU’RE TOTALLY REAL AND NOT MY MOM!”
waking up and seeing him on the game or making his little "beep boop" music in the corner of the room with the lights turned off.
“Jesus Christ Kurt, turn on the light at least you look like a serial killer.”
“Oh I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want to wake you!”
He constantly asks you for your opinion on everything.
He just can’t help it.
He just constantly wants your approval and wants to impress everyone, especially you.
Lowkey, he has this thing with taking pictures of you while you're sleeping, like his entire camera roll would be just you sleeping in random places he likes to scroll through whenever he’s bored.
You guys do fight, just not very often, but when you do, it's usually over something very serious.
“....are you mad at me Y/N?”
“You literally drove off and left me in a random fucking parking lot because of a game sale Kurt.”
Since he is very into being social media famous, you do have to bring the hammer on him sometimes to stop him from doing dangerously stupid trends.
But other than that, your relationship is usually just shits and giggles.
🔖 @quinnxmunson @lluvin @summerhornet @coralluminaryinternet @jonathansmalewife (for Kurt)
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hi sanders sides animators i have a list of ideas but i cannot animate at all so here they are
feel free to reblog this to get more artists to see it!!!
Logan never shut up again heathers au?? where virgil is veronica, patton is heather m, and roman is heather c. it’ll probably cut off when kurt and ram come in cuz idk who theyd be
okay hear me out with this one… dont let me go animatic with remus as donkey and janus as shrek. after the twins split, remus is to scary so they kick him out and he has to go find somewhere else to say. So, he finds Janus and begs him to let him stay despite how strange he is
the dont let me go idea could also be patton desperately trying to befriend janus after everything thats happened
i love play rehearsal animatic (human au) where roman is ranting to a side about how much he loves theater?? this would preferably be virgil janus or logan but its up to the artist
stupid with love animatic where its logan pining for roman (another human au) (i think this has been done but idk)
killer instinct animatic where roman is talking about what hes done to get to the point hes at and how hes ‘proud’ of where he is idk how you might interpret it its up to the artist again
OKAY OKAY. this one is another hear me out…. i know it’s today animatic but its virgil growing up talking about how he hates being with the dark sides?? idk something like that
Roman hard to be the bard animatic idk what youd do but i love the idea of him complaining about how much work he does and how hes slowly breaking down
mister cellophane but its logan. i dont think i need to explain this any further
the i love you song and the au is that virgil is patton and janus’ kid?? maybe patton and logan??
patton good morning baltimore thats it thats all i’ll say
Virgil and roman singing what is this feeling from wicked
another wicked idea, roman singing popular to virgil or logan
logan singing god i hate shakespeare about roman with patton as nigel and the ensemble
roman singing i can hear the bells about any side (except remus) (human au probs but up to artist)
Remus singing positive to Janus as he tries getting virgil back to the dark sides?? he sings about how janus is better than the light sides (particularly roman, considering hes the one growing closer with virgil)
logan or roman singing my grand plan
The pitiful children but its Janus trying to manipulate one of the sides. probably patton or roman
What’s up Duloc animatic where roman is farquaad and its him just goofing off in the imagination idk i think itd be cute cuz theyre both silly
thank you for reading this list :3 if ur an animator i would LOVE to see these ideas (please im begging you)
#roman sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#virgil sanders#janus sanders#remus sanders#sanders sides
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Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?
15: “I’m so scared…of you”
34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”
69: having your first time in bed with each other
Tag: @judgementdaysunshine
Word count: 2058
Warnings: mild swearing
Fic type: fluff and smut
Link to masterlist
Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!
Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.
The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.
“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.
“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”
Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.
“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.
“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.
It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.
After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.
Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.
“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.
Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.
“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.
“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”
You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.
It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.
“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.
“I’m so scared…of you-“
“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.
“Let me finish, please.” You begged.
He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.
“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”
You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!
You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.
“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“
“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.
“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”
He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!
It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.
“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.
“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.
“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.
“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”
Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.
“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.
“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.
“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”
#adam copeland x reader#adam copeland imagine#adam copeland fanfic#adam copeland#edge wwe#rated r superstar#edge x reader#edge imagine#edge fanfic
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What's your favorite Soliatire quote? :)
“When it comes to the exams . . . I generally don’t write what they want
me to write. I’m not very good at, er, sorting out all the stuff in my head.
Like, I took biology A-level, and I completely understood what polypeptide
synthesis was, but I couldn’t write it down. I’m not dyslexic or anything. I
just don’t know what the examiners want to hear. I don’t know whether I
just forget things, or maybe I don’t know how I’m supposed to explain it. I
just don’t know. And it’s fucking horrible.”
in my opinion, that one is completely amazing and i don't think i need to explain why tbh.
★
“There’s a time and a place for being normal. For
most people, normal is a default. But for some, like you and me, normal is
something we have to bring out, like putting on a suit for a posh dinner.”
another VERY neurodivergent coded quote said by Michael.
★
"Your eyes are different colors,” I say.
“Did I not tell you that I’m a magical anime girl?”
“Seriously, why, though?”
“My blue eye conceals the power of my past life, and I use it to summon
my guardian angels to assist me in my plight against the forces of
darkness.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I’m a poet.”
that whole conversation is just amazing
★
"It hits me, then.
I haven’t ever known what I wanted out of life. Until now.
I sort of want to be dead."
this one just hits too close to home
★
"Two girls walk past in
gargantuan heels and dresses so tight that their skin is spilling out, and one
of them says to the other, “Wait, who the fuck is Lewis Carroll?” and in my imagination I pull a gun out of my pocket, shoot them both, and then shoot
myself."
this one is just because Tori is way too real
★
“There’s nothing romantic about death. I hate when people use Kurt
Cobain’s suicide as an excuse to worship him for being such a tormented
soul.”
again just Tori being way too real
★
"What surprises me the most is how
suddenly it happens. Normally it takes forever. Normally when I’m trying
to sleep I do all these silly things, like I roll over and imagine that I’m
sleeping next to someone and I reach out and caress their hair. Or I clasp my
hands together and after a little while I start thinking it’s somebody else’s
hand I’m holding, not my own. I swear to God there’s something wrong
with me. There really is. But this time I feel myself roll slightly over so I’m resting on his chest,
under his arm. He smells vaguely of bonfires. At some point I think
someone opens the door and sees us lying there half-asleep together.
Whoever it is looks at us for a moment before quietly shutting the door
again. The shouting downstairs begins to ease, even though the music is still
pumping. I half listen for any demonic creatures outside the window, but it’s a silent night. Nothing traps me. It’s nice. I feel the air in the room, and it’s
like there is none."
the way Tori just finds this amount of comfort on Michel says so much about their relationship it just makes me feel so many things
★
“A better person? Ha. I’ve done some shitty things to people. And
now I’m admitting it. You know what, Evelyn? Maybe I want to be a
special snowflake. Maybe, sometimes, I just want to express the emotions
that I’m actually feeling instead of having to put on this happy smiley
facade that I put on every day just to come across to bitches like you as not
boring.”
Becky being real !!!!! (she's so mirrorball coded too)
#there's more tho#solitaire#solitaire book#solitaire alice oseman#tori spring#michael holden#becky allen#osemanverse
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Can you write smut hcs with Kurt
A-Z Headcanons
Kurt Cobain X Reader
A/n: hi everyone! Sorry I've been inactive for a few days, I'm working on all your requests❤️ Also, I found out the person that I like(romantically) likes me back!
Word count: 1034
Warnings: smut!!
Masterlist
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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
He's an absolute angel when it comes to aftercare. Never wants you to feel bad and also never wants to feel bad himself. He wouldn't go ott but back rubs and words of affirmation are always in store for you both.
B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)
He loves his hair, who doesn't?! It took a bit of convincing from you but after a while he finally realised you were right.
He loves everything about you. This man is a worshipping machine!
C - Cum (anything to do with cum)
If you're not familiar with the rumour, Kurt used to "varnish" his paintings with his cum so... I don't think he has a problem with it🤷♀️
D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
This man thinks about you 24/7 and he 1000% gets a boner from it. Not really a dirty secret but he is low-key obsessed w you.
E - Experience (how experienced are they)
I feel like he's experienced but because he respects women, if that makes sense. He's done his research let's say.
F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)
Literally any. He just wants you both to feel good and if it's missionary, fine. If it's standing up, fine.
G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)
Depends again. If he wants to be goofy and crack jokes, he 100% will. But if he wants to be serious & romantic, he will be.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they)
Cannot decide. He might shave but also might just leave it, depends if he feels like it in the shower.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Our romance king❤️ he loves to be romantic. If you want to be rough, he will rough it up a little bit he prefers to be romantic. Defo holds hands during sex😩🫶
J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
Turns him on if he catches you masturbating. If he wants to, he will but he prefers to do it with you. Like, it's not his first resort but it it comes to it then he will rub one out.
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dirty talk, public sex, maybe a slight breeding kink?, face sitting, mirror sex. I was thinking about kinks that Kurt might have but with him being a feminist and just a gut feeling, I didn't add them to the immediate list. I was thinking stuff like spanking, bondage, S&M or stuff like that but I honestly don't think he'd be all that into it.
L - Location (favorite place to do the do)
Bed. He isn't vanilla but he likes the closeness of being together in bed. It makes him feel safe with you. Also maybe the kitchen on the worktop or table🤷♀️ also wouldn’t say no to a little shower sex here and there🤫
M - Motivation (what gets them going)
Anything you do. That man worships you like you're a fucking goddess! You could be wearing the baggiest of baggy clothes(Adam Sandler) and have super greasy hair and have fucked up makeup and he's got a boner because of you.
N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)
Anything that would hurt you. He was the most sweetest soul on this fucking planet so you can't change my mind that he wouldn't want to hurt you. Might make an exception if you ask him to spank you🤫
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)
Prefers to go down on you and make you feel good because it makes him feel worth it. Wouldn't say no if you sucked him off once in a while🤷♀️
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)
Fast and sensual. Cannot change my mind.
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)
Prefers to have long, drawn out sex. Wouldn't say no to a quickie backstage though.
R - Risk (are they game to experiment)
Depends on what youse are experimenting with. If you're doing a new position, he's down asf. If it's something riskay, slightly hesitant but he wouldn't say no.
S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)
If it's a time where he's slept well, can go for hours until you tap out. If he didn't get the best sleep, prefers one good round then will cuddle with you.
T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)
Probably has some vibrators for you. Likes when you use them on yourself if he's on tour nor away from you.
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Doesn't love it. He might tease you by pretending to fuck you when you bend down to grab something or something like that.
V - Volume (how loud are they)
Have you heard Kurt? He's either grunting or moaning until the birds die. He will never be silent because he likes you to know you're making him feel good.
W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)
Probably brags to Dave and Krist about him having sex with you. In relation to that, during interviews or stuff like that, he mentions you constantly(probs not sex stuff). Always saying stuff to Dave and Krist like, "we had sex last night, it was amazing". And in interviews he's like, "so my wife/fiancée/girlfriend, Y/n" or "y/n, my wife/gf/fiancée". Always brags about you no matter what.
X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)
Not giant but not tiny. It's enough to satisfy you and make you see stars but not too much to the point where you need a new liver, yk.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)
Always horny. He doesn't always have a boner but he is 24/7 horny. If you tell him that you're horny, he then gets a boner.
Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)
Once again, if he slept well the night before, he stays awake and lets you sleep on his chest while he smokes a cigarette but if he got a shits night sleep, he's out like a fucking light.
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md's fun silly little top 10(ish) arts of the 2023!*
*pretend there's a fun cute doodled banner here (i was going to make one earlier and then i forgor)
doing a lil recap of my top 10 15 (it was supposed to be 10 and i could not narrow it down oops) best(? this is subjective as fuck i guess it's more like my personal faves) drawings of the year! *the crowd cheers* (it’s me I’m the crowd)
15: paradise by the dashboard light! i hate to rank her so low bc i spent ages on her but it seems i don't love the result that much anymore so :/ a for effort for me tho this was ambitious
14: cheer girl loml <33 not my best art technically by far but i went way out of my comfort zone for the background and the art style (for no good reason really) (i just wanted to do a comic book thing bc superhero vibes or whatever) (it did not come out the way i was hoping it would bc i think i got too frustrated) and we simply must acknowledge that. atog did things to me that i cannot explain
13: barbie meme brittana! not my best britt but truly sooo fun to work on. there's nothing quite like finding a fun rendering process and then never using it again (i don't even remember how i coloured this but i like it)
12: cowboy barbie brittana <3 they look good, they're about to kiss, cute outfits, pretty sunset, probably went overboard with the rim lighting, what's not to love? a banger, i think
11: i say a little prayer! i think the background is. questionable at best. but this is still really fun! i think i got possessed when i got to the uniforms bc goddamn they look good
10: klaine?? on this blog???? almost unheard of lmao i truly did not think i would like this one as much as i did. i'd consider ranking it higher if i wasn't constantly Unwell over brittana but again, i'm biased, and no one here should be surprised about that
9: pre-wedding kiss my beloved! with how insane i've been over this kiss it could perhaps be higher. i am gnawing on my desk as we speak i'm not even sitting at a desk rn
8: rutherchang x black swan!! ohhh u guys i don't talk about this one enough i think it's so pretty i don't even remember how i did the colours for it but rhgfdkngd?? love her, love pushing the glee x bts agenda, if any of u gifmakers are interested in making a mike chang x black swan lyric gifset i will love u forever
7: colour wheel challenge! busted my whole tiddies and ass for this one fellas. labour of love etc etc i think staring at the bright colours for so long made my eyesight worse and i'm ok with that
6: mistletoe brittana <33 easily the best instalment of this series by a long shot! recency bias (and also just. regular bias) made me rank her much higher originally but technically she is not the most intricate piece so she must sit down here
5: prom queen kurt! dare i say a girlslay on my behalf? i think i dare. every time i see it i think i should do more glosters (glee posters) and then i don't. i could tho they would be really cool (source: dude trust me)
4: churro kiss redraw!!! genuinely Not Sane over this! never have been, never will be! redraws are like crack to me and so is this kiss
3: furtana!! i neglected them for far too long this year but if neglecting them results in art like this i may have to do it again
2: heart kiss <3 if we're being really honest and vulnerable in the chat tonight i think this is technically my best of the brittana kiss screencap redraw things i've done this year? which i did not see coming but i guess practice means refining the process etc etc so. it makes sense ig. mwah to them <3
1: black or white gcv animation <3 it's not what i would call my best drawing (bc it's, yknow, not just one drawing) but it is what i would call the product of a very obsessive thought and some frantic art sessions. objectively it's the coolest thing i've done this year so it deserves the top spot. i'm proud of it i hope to glanimate more next year. also this isn't art but it's a relevant post that i still stand by months later
#md rambles#idk what this is kdfghk i'm so sorry it's 5am and i've spent the past hour ranking these and just saying shit#if i were more awake i would be more specific about actual art things i'm proud of. but i am not. so#sth sth made a lot of bangers this year i think sth sth vv proud of myself sth sth fun list bc i feel like it
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Hey can anyone help me find this specific X Men movie scene because I’m kinda losing my mind??
I have a memory of watching X Men movie clips on YouTube and there was a scene where Quicksilver is speeding around the X mansion (I think that’s what it’s called? The School) and he was messing with people as he went? He did something I can’t remember to Jean and he turned off Nightcrawler’s computer or phone (Kurt was on some weird Christian website if I remember correctly). I only watched the full X Men movies recently and I wanted to watch the scene again but now I can’t find it? Did I imagine this scene or dream it or something? It wasn’t in the deleted scene compilations I could find for X Men apocalypse or Dark Phoenix, and I know it wasn’t from Days of Future Past because I remember Nightcrawler being there.
Help?? I feel like I’m going crazy, I just wanna watch the silly little quicksilver scene.
UPDATE: it’s an ad, thank you to straymongrel.
youtube
#help? please?#X men#x men apocalypse#x men dark phoenix#quicksilver#peter maximoff#nightcrawler#kurt wagner#jean gray#x men movies#xmen apocalypse#xmen dark phoenix#xmen movies#xmen#x men deleted scenes#Youtube
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kurt’s basically a cam boy at this point, fucking himself silly everyday on those websites. jerking off, fingering himself open, riding his favorite dildo; whatever the case.
which is why he’s currently getting plowed from behind by a fuck machine while sloppily deep throating another one of his favorite dildos. he’s thrusting himself back onto the toy to meet it in the middle. he’s being jostled forwards n backwards by the force and speed of the toy.
his eyes keep fluttering shut, trying to keep eye contact with the camera lens on his desk. spit is dripping down his chin, onto the floor, down the silicone shaft and his wrists. chime after chime after chime is heard from the laptop, viewers spending god knows how much on the scene in front of them.
kurt moves back slightly so the toy can fuck deeper into him. the toy impales his prostate oh-so-well and his mouth drops open around the other toy in his mouth,,, “ahh — fuuck, deep. so deep” he takes the toy out of his mouth and sort of throws it beside him, his chest laying flat on the ground.
the side of his face pressed to the floor, staring intently at the camera. he’s thrusting his ass back so hard onto the machine,,, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me —” . he reaches around to spread his cheeks wider, giving the toy easier access, eager to getting his hole fucked more n more.
“love being split open on your cock, my favorite feeling. feels so good, ahh — shit, so good.” he reaches back next to him for the forgotten toy, holding it with one hand and kitten licking the head.
“mmh, love being filled. fill me up, please, pleaseplease” chimes keep coming one after another from the laptop, which connect to the machine, making it move faster n faster with each chime that sounds. kurt’s eyes roll back into his skull, mouth dropping open.
he whines high in his throat, tiny “ah, ah, ah”’s sounding in-between the whines.
“ahh, fuuck. need’a cum, need’a cum. wanna be a good boy, though. your good boy, please lemme cum, please” his eyes focus back onto the camera lens. a robotic voice sounds from the laptop,,,
“be a good boy and cum for me, baby” kurt smiles dopily, face flushed n fucked out, eyes droopy n glossy. his mouth drops open again, using his tired muscles to fuck himself back into the toy for the last few times. after four thrusts, he slams back onto the toy.
clenching hard, back arching like a pornstar, eyes rolling back into his head, thighs quivering and flexing. he lets out a loud, pathetic whine and cums n cums n cums n cums. his dick hanging heavy between his legs and spurts n spurts n spurts below him.
“ahh — ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming. shiiit” the machine is still steadily fucking into him, letting him ride out his orgasm. he pulls himself off with a whimper when the overstimulation becomes too much. he’s still face down ass up, hole clenching around nothing. he’s panting, mouth agape.
he awkwardly smiles and lifts a peace sign up to the camera,,, “kurtsworld96 cum counter is now a 5” he sits up on his knees and reaches for the forgotten dildo beside him. he kisses it a few times, teasing the camera. “whadd’ya wanna see next?”
#bottom kurt kunkle#subby kurt kunkle#kurt kunkle headcanon#kurt kunkle headcanons#kurt kunkle hcs#kurtsworld96#kurt kunkle#spree 2020#spree movie#kurt kunkle smut#cam boy!kurt kunkle
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Pity
Whumptober 6, made to watch.
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Lachlan snuck out on the fourth night.
Dr Swindon had done the experiment twice now. She had looked him in the eyes and cut his throat. She had watched him bleed out with no emotion in her eyes. And he couldn’t get the image out of his head.
There weren’t cameras on the body at all hours, because it wasn’t going anywhere. They knew that for sure. Constance Irene herself had sent down the instructions for how to use the blood taken from the body before it got here. If the body couldn’t leave a circle of its own blood, they made the building from it. She had it put in the paint on the walls and sown in the soil in the grass outside. It had sounded bizarre, when Lachlan overheard Dr Swindon talking about it with her brother. Blood in the soil. But as much blood as was used in securing the lab, more could be taken as long as the body could be kept.
Lachlan was the one who could still escape. He knew he was being watched. It made sense. He’d shown his weakness now, shown he could be scared.
It was stupid. He’d agreed to this.
But it wasn’t so easy to turn his head up for the scalpel.
It definitely wasn’t easy to look at Dr Swindon in the same way.
So after doing that hour’s tests – blood pressure, temperature, pain scale, and the new voice test – he slipped through the door to visit the thing that made this all possible. It was kept in a locked room, but locked only on the inside. Lachlan stopped at the observation window for a moment, but the creature was looking out, so he hurried in.
Its room smelled bad. Lachlan had washed the body several times since its arrival, but it seemed like whoever had taken over for him, if anyone had, was doing a poor job. The stench of old blood was all over. If the creature had a sense of smell, that would be nasty.
Then again, it was bleeding pretty much all the time, so maybe it was used to it.
Lachlan lingered in the doorway, making eye contact. It really did look human. It wouldn’t make sense for it to be human, with everything it could do, but most creatures in mythology had humanlike forms too. The body was probably the inspiration for at least one or two mythical beings.
Lachlan wondered why he was here. The muzzle was always in place. He couldn’t ask the body for its opinion. That would be ridiculous, anyway.
On the other hand, what did he have to lose?
He reached for the muzzle. The body held still. It felt silly, suddenly, that there wasn’t a proper name for it. Just ‘the body’. When it moved and emoted like a person.
Surprisingly, the muzzle had only a slight tackiness as it detached. Lachlan couldn’t help but wince at the sight of the reddened skin underneath. He wished he had the washcloth and soapy water he’d used before.
He pulled back against the wall when the body moved, turning its head slowly towards him. The lurid red sigils were carved into it, all visibly different ages, but none of them properly healed. It looked like it shouldn’t be living.
“Thank you,” it hissed in a whisper-soft voice.
He should get it some water. But bringing a cup in here would make it way too obvious what he was doing. Removing the muzzle was the first thing Dr Swindon had warned them against doing. Lachlan had always wondered why, though. Did the body have a silver tongue?
“Does it hurt?” the body asked. Its voice was strained between every word. Any conversation had to be quick and to the point.
Lachlan swallowed. “Some,” he rasped, his own voice bearing the weight of his experiment. “Healing fast.”
The body closed its eyes for a moment. Then opened them. “You don’t look at me like the others,” it told him. “Not curious. No-ot grateful.” It had to stop and swallow.
Lachlan shifted his weight to his other foot. He didn’t have to guess. Curiosity was all of the doctors, especially Dr Swindon. Gratitude was Kurt. It was the weird thing about watching him, actually, and Lachlan watched everyone while being ignored. Kurt was always looking at the body, and he always looked amazed. It could be called blasphemy, to show more worship of the body than of Her Permanence. But down here, the rest of the Alliance was far away, and Her Permanence last announced her plans when the body was still missing. They had heard from her since. She only spoke to Dr Swindon.
But Kurt looked at the body like a gift. Something magic.
“You look at me weird as well,” he returned. It felt obvious to say.
The body winced, eyes darting away. “I am the reason you suffer.”
Laclan paused, thrown off by the comment. It almost felt…kind of selfish? Self-important? “I volunteered you know. I want to cure my brother and me. I chose to be here.”
Already, he was being caught up in this nonsense. He forced his breaths to settle calmly. Here was no point getting caught up in an argument with the body, the thing that bore the blood and only faked the rest. None of it mattered.
“I meant,” the thing replied. Even as Lachlan resolved not to listen, he found himself straining to make out the words. “I meant from the blood. My magic taken does not respond well. It will poison you in time.” At the last word, they broke off into weak coughs.
He shook his head. “I’m fine. Dr Swindon is monitoring me.”
“Your Pe-ermanence,” the body persisted, voice rasping weakly, “shows the dama-age it does.”
“She looks normal from what I’ve seen.”
The body was able to produce a perfectly normal, if quiet, snort of derision.
“In her portraits,” Lachlan admitted. “I’ve never met her in person. She’s busy.”
“She is – weak and frail. Her skin ash, her eyes red. She is as inhuman as I am.”
Lachlan looked away. The woman in the portraits was a beautiful, youthful blonde. Of course it was exaggerated, but… Was it just a lie? The Alliance promised eternal health and life. He’d always assumed that would include eternal youth. The body had eternal youth, that was well known.
“She is a revenant,” the body whispered.
He could have laughed. Could have, but didn’t. How was he meant to know? Zombies weren’t real, but nor were immortal magical creatures.
He looked at the body. Aside from the wounds that bound it here, or had bound it before, it was unmarked. Not a bruise, cut or scar. It was dirty, skin oily with dried sweat, hair lank in thick strands, but it was in perfect health. Through everything, it didn’t show a single mark. The tubes that kept it from having bodily needs were just a precaution. It wasn’t even thinner than before. It should have shown atrophy, but there was no change at all.
All of this helped counterbalance the scarily sincere pain in its eyes and voice. The ay it watched him. The noises it had made, when he was hurt. It reminded him of how long it had been since he’d seen his family. It made him imagine how upset his parents would be at what he’d been through. It made him think of his brother, the person who understood him best in the world, from whom he’d deliberately gone distant.
He lived in this la as much as the body did. The only people he interacted with treated him like a servant. His boss held him down and cut him open.
But every single drop of blood in this place was important. It mattered. It meant something.
“It’s worth it,” he said. God, the way it looked at him. Were those tears? “I’m sorry, but it is. If there’s a chance.”
He had to look away. He didn’t know who he was kidding. That wasn’t just a body. It was a person, in some way.
“I’m Lachlan, by the way.”
It probably already knew. But maybe, if it did have feelings, it would help a little to be asked.
“Northlight,” it whispered back. The kind of name you would use if you lived in the wilds and in clans.
Lachlan forced himself to move. He picked up the gag again. He’d had a moment of weakness, but ultimately, everything came down to his heart. It was time for him to go back, and pretend this never happened. Work would go on as usual tomorrow.
Seeing him with the muzzle clearly spurred the body on, because it said, “What humanity will you give up for humanity’s sake?”
“You should put that on a fridge magnet,” Lachlan commented, putting the muzzle to its jaw.
It laughed.
It was just a brief, breathless chuckle. Lodged somewhere in its throat. The joke wasn’t even really a joke. He’d just said it offhand. Wasn’t even thinking about it. And the body laughed.
Then another laugh, eyes on Lachlan’s face. Did he look comically surprised or something? What was so funny? The laughter continued. He had to pull back the muzzle so it was possible to breathe. And the laugh came out loud, a breathy thing, struggling to hold the jerky convulsions of the body.
Tears followed, as the laugh died out.
Lachlan ran his tongue over his gums. He couldn’t watch this. This wasn’t for him, some stranger who didn’t care for them. They should have loved ones around them. Did they even have anyone who loved them?
When the sobs stopped, he put the muzzle back on. He couldn’t look into their eyes as he did it. He didn’t want to see the pain any more than he wanted to feel it today.
This was a person. The knowledge couldn’t be shaken off. They laughed, they cried, they were afraid, and they were alone.
Not so unlike him.
#lab whump#lab whumpee#multiple whumpees#whumptober 2023#no.6#made to watch#muzzled#captivity#hysteria#my fic#lachlan#northlight#caroline#kurt
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Round 3 has finally come to a close. As usual I'll be taking a short break to get the next round ready, and will post the schedule a few days before it's set to start
But! Please enjoy the following playlist of all the round 3 winners aka the fan favorite Glee songs! Chosen by voters like you ♥️
Season 1 - 20 songs
Season 2 - 34 songs
Season 3 - 30 songs
Season 4 - 22 songs
Season 5 - 15 songs
Season 6 - 7 songs
Full track list under the cut!
Don't Stop Believin (Pilot)
Bust Your Windows
Somebody To Love (s1)
It's My Life/Confessions
Halo/Walking On Sunshine
Hate On Me
Keep Holding On (s1)
Lean On Me
And I Am Telling You
Don’t Rain On My Parade (Rachel)
Express Yourself
4 Minutes
Run Joey Run
Jessie's Girl
The Boy Is Mine
Rose's Turn
Dream On
Another One Bites The Dust
Bad Romance
To Sir With Love
Empire State Of Mind
Me Against The Music
Lucky
Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy
Sweet Transvestite
Time Warp
Teenage Dream (s2)
Start Me Up/Livin On A Prayer
Stop In The Name Of Love/Free Your Mind
Forget You
Valerie (s2)
Dog Days Are Over
Baby It's Cold Outside
Bills Bills Bills
Thriller/Heads Will Roll
Silly Love Songs
Take Me Or Leave Me
Don't You Want Me
Blame It
Tik Tok
Landslide
Misery
Blackbird
Raise Your Glass (s2)
Loser Like Me (s2)
Ain't No Way
I Feel Pretty/Unpretty
Somewhere Only We Know
As If We Never Said Goodbye
Born This Way
Songbird
Go Your Own Way
I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You
For Good
It's Not Unusual
You Can't Stop The Beat
I'm The Greatest Star (Kurt)
Something's Coming
It's All Over
Last Friday Night
Candyman
Uptown Girl
A Boy Like That
Hit Me With Your Best Shot/One Way Or Another
Rumor Has It/Someone Like You
Survivor/I Will Survive
ABC
We Are Young
We Found Love
Smooth Criminal
Never Can Say Goodbye
L O V E
I Will Always Love You
Love Shack
Cough Syrup
What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger)
Somebody That I Used To Know
Disco Inferno
How Will I Know
So Emotional
It’s Not Right But It’s Okay
Not The Boy Next Door
Shake It Out
Paradise By The Dashboard Light
New York State Of Mind
Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy
Barely Breathing
Don't Speak
Mine
Blow Me One Last Kiss
Hopelessly Devoted To You
Beauty School Drop Out
There Are Worse Things I Could Do
Holding Out For A Hero
Some Nights
Being Alive
Don't Dream It's Over
White Christmas
Don't Stop Me Now
Hung Up
Girl On Fire
Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone
Come What May
I Still Believe/Super Bass
Superstition
For Once In My Life
Got To Get You Into My Life
Hey Jude
Seasons Of Love
I'll Stand By You (s5)
If I Die Young
Marry The Night
If I Were A Boy
I Believe In A Thing Called Love
Brave
Gloria
More Than A Feeling
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
You Make Me Feel So Young
Best Day Of My Life
I Want To Know What Love Is
Tightrope
Home (s6)
It's Too Late
Hand In My Pocket/I Feel The Earth Move
Somebody Loves You
Take Me To Church
I Lived
#glee#glee song tournament#spotify#glee playlists#playlists#spotify playlist#mine#my playlists#Spotify
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Berry Blues
Season Two
Part Fourteen - (Blame it on the Alcohol) The First Time
Quinn Fabray x Reader
Summary: With Alcohol Awareness Week came the exact opposite of what your school wanted for the pupils within. A party where every underage member would be getting drunk out of their minds, which only lead to the domino effect that was the Alcohol Awareness Assembly.
Word Count: 11,525
WARNINGS: Threats, underage drinking, Rachel “The Cockblock” Berry, descriptions of hangover(s), one night stand, biphobia, slight angst, Kurt being a dick, talks of sex, vomiting, jealous Quinn, fluff, talks of alcoholism, flirting
(A/N): Right, so it’s finally here! Sorry for the delay, palls. What with the holiday season, getting sick, getting busy, getting sicker, I’ve been having a tough time keeping up with everything. That being said, I’m afraid I will have to push the other two parts back until an undetermined time. Just until like gets back on track for me.
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It was nearing the end of the day, and you were forced into the dimly lit choir room by your sister, awaiting her special guest so that she could perform her originally-written song. Because she just couldn't let that idea go, not that you're surprised.
"What's up, my hot little Jewish-American princess? And Y/N."
"Always a pleasure, Puckerman," you said, watching as the boy moved to take the seat beside your sister at the piano. While you leaned against the large instrument.
"What do you want, Puckerman?"
"Word on the street is that your dads are out of town. And you're all alone in your house."
"I swear to Lucifer, if you're trying to get in her pants right now, you'll be going through the windows of Mr Schue's office," you seethed, fire behind your eyes as you glared at the boy. Watching as he shot his hands up in surrender, fear filling his own eyes at your threat.
"They are on the Rosie O'Donnell cruise," Rachel stated, "Wait, who told you that?"
"Sure as hell weren't me."
"It's the kind of information a guy like me tends to know. So, uh... party this Saturday? I'll bring the beer ball. It's a mini-keg."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"What? I can't get a full-sized one."
"That's not what I was talking about."
"Yeah, forget it, Puck," Rachel added.
"Come on, just the Glee kids," the delinquent said, getting up from the bench to stand opposite you on the piano, "We're losing our minds. All stressed about Sectionals and stuff."
"Regionals," your sister corrected, "Besides, you just want a place to have sex and get drunk." She couldn't help but cringe at that.
"Yeah. There's a word for that, a party."
"No- No. No, our dads they left us alone in the house because they trusted us to be responsible."
"They left you alone because you suck and are a total bore."
"Watch it, Puckerman," you warned.
"-And Y/N doesn't like parties." You glared at him as he left, just as Finn entered the room, greeting each other in passing.
"How's the songwriting going?"
"Hey. It's going amazing." Rachel rushed to get up, gushing to her ex-boyfriend, as you mouthed over her shoulder, 'help me', in reference to her song. "Which is why I wanted you to come by. I wanted you to hear it."
'Run', you mouthed over to him, once again. Before your attention was pulled to Brad sitting at the piano, out of the corner of your eye. "Do you just like hang around here, waiting for people to start singing."
The man shrugged. "Pretty much."
"Oh, yeah, cool," Finn finally said, not heeding your prior warning.
"Come here."
You watched as the two shared a hug, with an uncomfortable cringe on your face.
"Oh, that's awkward," you mumbled to yourself, Brad catching it and nodding in agreement.
"What was that for?"
"To break the tension. We- We were boyfriend and girlfriend, Finn. It's silly for us to pretend like we aren't comfortable around each other."
"I'm uncomfortable right now."
"Yeah, totally."
"And I know that we have some unresolved feelings, but, like my two new role models, Carol King and Gerry Goffin, I think it's important that we just put them aside and stay focused on our mission which is just to write an amazing song to win Regionals with."
"Which I still think is a bad idea," you gave your input.
"Well, I have no idea who those people are."
"You and me both, brother."
Finn shot you a dopey smile over Rachel's head before turning back to her. "But, uh, I'm on board. Let's hear it."
"It's just a little rough," she warned the boy.
'It's a lot rough'
"But, uh... I think it's really special."
Doing what you had grown used to the past week, you dazed off blankly, allowing your sister's song to wash over you and far, far away.
However, Finn soon came to your rescue.
"Uh, hold- Hold on."
"Oh, thank God," you breathed.
"Is this song about your headband?"
"Yes," Rachel stated, "It's called 'My Headband'."
"Right."
"I told you to run," you leaned forward to whisper to the tall boy.
"They say you should write what you know."
"That's a bullshit saying anyway." You shrugged. "How do you explain 'Dracula'? You think Bram Stoker was a flippin' vampire?"
"Well, anyway, it uh, it's really..." Finn searched his brain for the right descriptor. "Interesting. But it's not emotional of, like, good."
"It sucks."
"Yeah."
"I could have told you that. No. In fact, I did tell you that," you said with your arms folded across your chest. Turning to your friend, you continued, "There were worse first drafts if you could believe it."
"Y/N!" your sister yelped, scolding you for embarrassing her in front of her ex-boyfriend, who she was still hung up on, no matter her denial. With a sigh, she wondered, "How am I supposed to write a song like Jodi Mitchell of Carole King? They've lived."
"Well, maybe if you want to be an artist like them, you should do a little living," the boy offered with a shrug, standing to his full height.
"You're so right. I mean, even now, it's Alcohol Awareness Week, and we're supposed to sing about the dangers of drinking, and I've never even had a drink."
"Wait, seriously?" Finn smiled, "That's why I never got past second base."
Swiftly, you smacked him around the head, hard enough for him to wince and rub at the offending area, while muttering an apology to you. While Rachel rounded him, heading to one of the room's many exits.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"To find Puckerman."
Your eyes widened at that, putting two and two together.
"Oh, God, please no."
"-You know, my journey from little princess to "natural woman" begins this Saturday night. At my house."
"I don't think you understand how sexual that sounded!"
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That Saturday night, you were in your room getting dressed, having just finished an extra shift at your work, when the door sounded with three knocks.
"Y/N!"
"I got it!" you yelled back, agitated by your sistered shout, rushing down the stairs to open the door, "Hey, guys," you greeted Finn, Kurt, and Blane, leading them through your home to the entrance of your basement, where your sister was waiting. Right by that painting of her, that haunted your nightmares.
"Welcome. Kurt. Blane."
"Do you have one of those?" Blane questioned, pointing to the oil painting.
"Nope. My parents keep booking for me to have it done, but I keep finding excuses for them to push it back. I told them that if I don't get a sword and a horse in it, I'm not having it done."
The boys laughed at your ways around not having an oil painting of your own, while Rachel stated, "Wasn't expecting you guys."
Finn was the one to explain, "Kurt's been blackmailing me ever since he saw my browser history. He kind of insisted on me coming."
"Dude, what type of weird porn are you watching?" you joked, bringing up the rear of the last of the partygoers.
"I'm totally off the clock right now, Rachel," Blane explained, taking off his scarf and coat, "I'm not a Warbler. I'm just Blane. I'm not even wearing my uniform."
"I'd be worried if you were, considering it's Saturday."
Blane pointed your way. "Exactly."
"So, this is your dads' Oscar room," Kurt said.
"Yes. They transformed our ordinary basement for our famous annual Oscar parties."
"Is that a stage?" Blane asked, pointing to the thing Mercedes and Lauren were sitting on, with Quinn hanging close by.
"I like to give impromptu performances for our neighbours sometimes."
The smile you pulled was both fake and painful looking as you turned to Blane to inform him, "I'm adopted."
"Yeah, that kinda makes sense."
Your sister gasped happily behind you, making you peer over your shoulder, only to see her talking to Quinn. "Hey, girlfriend. Having fun?"
"Yeah, " Quinn said, as Santana and Sam made out on a chair behind her, "Awesome party."
"You don't gotta lie to her like that," you said when the blonde walked by you, leaning her arms against the bar, trying to ignore her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend behind her.
"O-okay. Let's, uh... let's go over the rules."
"Rules?" you asked sceptically, wondering what the hell you had missed while you were both at work and getting changed out of your dirt-covered clothes.
"Everybody gets two drink tickets to keep things from getting out of hand," she explained, handing the boys their hot pink tickets.
"Drink tickets. Really, Rach? What is this, a wedding?"
"We don't want things to get out of hand."
"Aha." You folded your arms across your chest, waiting for her to continue.
"We are serving wine coolers today. That is our speciality drink. It's actually all we have..." Rachel didn't notice the boys walking from her presence, nor you shaking your head at them at your sister's antics.
"See, this is why I should have been involved in the prep. But no!" You shot your hands into the air. "She said she could handle it herself."
"Brittany! Remember the rules. No sitting on anything."
Looking over, you spotted the girl sitting upon your family's dryer, looking utterly bored.
"Oh, leave her alone." You waved the blonded actions off, turning to your sister, gesturing to said machine, "I've fucked-" You grew quiet then, everyone's attention on you now, including your sister's. Who seemed angry and ready to snitch and tell your fathers if need be. "You know what, maybe you're right. Actually. Nobody should sit on anything." You waved around the room. "Including the furniture... especially the bar," you finished, pointing over your shoulder at the surface, making Quinn remove herself from it with an almost mortified, angered look.
"You're a slut," Santana called over to you with a knowing smile.
"Oh, you bet I am," you smiled happily. Not wanting it any other way.
"O-okay," Rachel spoke, moving on from your words, with a light shake of her head, raising her pink wine cooler into the air, "Okay, everybody. Cheers!"
"Great party, Rachel," Artie lied to the girl, fake praise dropping as he continued, "We gotta run."
"Take me with you."
"Yeah, dinner reservations," Tina tried to excuse to the disappointed girl.
Stuttering over her words, she tried to convince them to stay, "But we haven't even played celebrity yet."
"You know, you may have been named after Rachel, but you sure are a Monica."
"W-why's everybody leaving?" your sister whispered over to Finn, still loud enough for others to hear.
Taking it upon himself to answer, about ready to leave himself, puck replied, "Because this party blows."
"But- But..." Rachel looked your way. Disheartened and just wanting some support, hoping that you would jump to her defence.
But her hope was for nought.
"Oh, don't look at me." You shook your head, pointing over to the group getting ready to leave... and Puckerman. "I agree with them."
"I haven't even had my first sip yet. How am I supposed to write "Both Sides Now" if I can't even throw a party?" she questioned to no one in particular. Turning from everyone at the front of the basement, tension rolled off her shoulders as she paused momentarily before spinning back to Finn and Puck.
"Look, if you want everyone to stay, you have to let me break into your dads' liquor cabinet. No one's gonna get buzzed off two wine coolers."
"You know how much the stuff in there is worth, Puck?"
"I'll replace it before they get home."
Rolling your eyes at the mohican boy, you countered his argument, "You couldn't even bring that mini-keg of yours. How are you gonna replace that stuff?"
Rachel contemplated his suggestion for a few moments before looking to you almost for your permission- Or input, you weren't sure.
Giving a shrug, you raised your hands, not wanting anything to do with it. She said she could throw a party herself, so that's exactly what she was going to do.
"This is your choice. And you will be the one taking the blame if anything happens or doesn't happen." You finished by looking pointedly over to Puckerman, who just rolled his eyes at your -valid- distrust towards him.
Processing your words, and after receiving a soft nod from Finn, Rachel raised her drink high once more, voice wavering out of nervousness, "Let's party!"
Those were the magic words.
However, it seemed that they weren't enough.
Growing impatient, you strode over to where Finn, Puck and Mike were gathered around your father's liquor cabinet, muttering between themselves.
"What's takin' so long? We're gonna end up finishing the wine coolers before we get any good booze."
Agitated, Puck looked at you over his shoulder, gesturing to the lock with the bobby pin between his fingers. "The lock's really hard to break, okay?"
You hummed, nodding to the boy as he turned back to his task at hand.
"I don't know," you stated, reaching over for the lamp, sitting beside the many martini glasses, lifting it, and scooping up the thing underneath, "Maybe it would be easier to use the key."
Puckerman couldn't believe what you were holding directly in front of his face.
A twinkling, silver key.
"You let me try to pick this lock for five minutes when you knew where the key was?" he asked, backing away, allowing you to open the cabinet.
"Hey, I tried. But you said that you've broken into liquor cabinets hundreds of times before. Or were you just compensating for something, huh?" You backhanded his crotch, making him groan, while you turned to walk back to the bar, vodka bottle in hand.
"How did you know where the key was?" Mike smiled, jogging up beside you, as Finn made sure Puck was okay.
You shrugged. "I live here. Also, I've been breaking into it since I was fourteen." You pointed his way. "Don't tell Rachel. She's a total nark. Especially when it comes to this stuff."
"She'll hear nothing from me."
"Okay, who wants real alcohol?!" you called, raising the bottle high into the air, gaining cheers in return.
A few hours and a mass amount of red cups later, almost everyone was drunk. Some more than others. But still drunk.
The music was loud, and people were dancing.
You were one of them.
Standing upon the dark wood of your coffee table, dancing haphazardly beside Mike.
You knew you were drunk. You just didn't think you were as drunk as you actually are. Which was proven thanks to when you stumbled from the table and onto the plush rug underneath. Almost colliding with Quinn, who was massing with a table beside Zizes.
"Woah, sorry." Looking at the blonde's face, you spotted the new addition sitting on her face. Lauren's oversized glasses. Which, you couldn't lie, looked good on her. And thanks to the alcohol flowing through your system, she knew too, "Hey, you suit glasses. Like you look really hot with them." Curse your drink-induced tongue.
"You're not too bad on the eyes, either," she flirted back, holding the plastic cup up by her face, the liquid within giving her the courage to do so, even in front of others.
"When you're wearing glasses that you probably don't need, I don't think that's a compliment."
Swiftly, the blonde pulled the glasses from her face Puckerman, quick to pluck them from her fingers and wear them himself as he danced around you and the girl on his way to his current crush.
"Yeah," she uttered, looking you up and down, "Definitely not bad on the eyes."
Before you could flirt back, chanting filled the basement.
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"
Peering over, you found your sister downing one of the many leftover wine coolers. Only to cheer and throw your arms into the air when she finished the drink.
After burping into the pink rhinestone-encrusted microphone, she yelled, "It tastes like pink. It tastes like pink! Pink!"
With a laugh at your sister's drunken state, you turned back, expecting to find the blonde still there after cheering Rachel on with you, but was sorely mistaken. Only to be met with an empty space where she once was. Checking over your shoulder, you found her almost swaying as she headed towards the orange sofa, or maybe she was just moving along to the music, like many of your other friends. It seems Quinn grew easily distracted in her alcohol-induced state.
Shrugging to yourself, you moved to dance with Mike to the music playing once more, busting out laughing with every silly move you made. But not long later, you found yourselves heading towards Mercedes and Tina, wanting to know what they were cracking up at on the other side of the room.
Little did you know, at the stage, your sister was getting a lesson on drunk archetypes.
Now, that's something they don't teach in schools.
"Guys and girls fall into certain archetypes when they get drunk," Finn explained to the drunk girl hanging all over him, waving his hands about as he spoke. Soon gesturing over to his first point. "Exhibit 'A': Santana. The "weepy, hysterical" drunk."
His description of the girl was accurate, to say the least. Because, at that moment, she was pointing and yelling at her blonde boyfriend, mascara pooled below her eyes as she cried.
"You like her more than me! She's blonde and awesome and so smart," she listed, obviously describing Sam's ex-girlfriend, who he was still hung up on after she broke his heart. If you were close by, you would have undoubtedly said something to point out how gay that sounded and like she was fawning over her ex-cheer captain. But alas, you weren't, so the girl was free to continue her weepy anguish. "Admit it. Just admit it." All the while, her boyfriend looked like he wanted to be anywhere but dealing with her in that state, looking around for help, which panicked the girl, quickly pulling him into her embrace, "No. Kiss me."
Moving onto his next "exhibit", Finn continued, "Lauren Zizes and Quinn, the "Anger girl" drunks."
At the other side of the room, in front of that same orange couch, stood three people. The two aforementioned girls and Puckerman.
Quinn and Lauren rounded him like he was wounded prey, and they were the predators in a wildlife documentary.
It was the blonde who had her outburst first.
"I can't believe what you did to my body. I used to have abs!"
Just like with Santana, if you were near enough and not distracted by your own little group of friends, you would undoubtedly be there, ready to give her as many compliments and kind words she needed to make her smile once more.
As she walked away, Zizes took that as her turn to ridicule the boy in her drunken state.
"Who told you that hairstyle was cool, Geronimo?"
"Chill out!" Puckerman tried to defend himself.
"Brittany," Finn continued to list, "Also known as the "girl who turns into a stripper" drunk."
No longer sitting upon the dryer, Brittany stood dancing for her boyfriend in nothing but her shorts, bra, and thigh-high boots. Swinging her shirt around.
The boy, who had obviously been digging through your sister's box of props and stage clothes, looked ridiculous as he threw dollar bills at the girl.
"Making it rain! Whoo! That's my girlfriend. I love you, baby."
"Mercedes and Tina, the "happy girl" drunks."
Upon the brown patterned sofa, before Mike and yourself, sat the two girls laughing hysterically at something the boy said. Tina repeatedly slapped Mercedes' thigh as the girl cackled.
"Bonus," Finn added, "Y/N, the "turns into a comedian" drunk,"
Harshly swallowing around the gulp of alcohol in your mouth, you continued your joke for the awaiting girls. With Mike's hand upon your shoulder, waiting intently for the punchline.
"And then- Then he turned to me and said, "what's between your legs?" I told him, "your mom's head"!"
"And then we come around full circle, right back to you. Rachel. And right now, you're being the "needy girl" drunk," he told the shorter Berry, whose cheek was pressed against his shoulder, basking in the presence of her ex-boyfriend, "Hanging all over me, being overly lovey. It's not cool."
Removing herself from his body, Rachel drunkenly pat his shoulder, moving closer to his face, "blessing" him with her strong alcohol breath, to ask, "Well, what kind of girl is that?" With the contents of her red cup dripping down her chin and her arms spread wide, she shouted to her friends filling the basement, gaining cheers from them, "Let's spin the bottle. Who wants to play spin the bottle? Spin the bottle."
It was an easy decision for you to opt-out of the game. Instead, while everyone gathered around in a haphazard circle, you sat in the chair behind your sister. The other two not joining in on the kissing game being Santana and Quinn.
The blonde sat not too far away from you, and the Latina hung out at the bar with a drink in hand.
Everyone spectated as Brittany spun the empty wine cooler bottle, only for it to land upon Sam Evans.
"You know what?" Santana called over, finger raised in warning, to the group, "A reminder: I owns that guppy mouth. Those trouty Aerosmith lips belong to me, so..."
You were so drunk that your brows furrowed in an almost studying expression as you watched the two blonded kiss. But still, you had enough wherewithal to peer over your shoulder to make sure the boys' ex was okay, only to find her watching the two with sad eyes.
Reaching behind you as best you could, you grasped her calf, rubbing into the soft skin underneath, trying to comfort her, gaining a soft smile in return as Sanatana reached over to separate the two.
"You know what this is not? Hey, honeys? It's not a Big Red commercial. No me gusta."
"Oh, I agree with Santana," your voice began to take on a dopey, slurred sound, "I don't wanna see that."
Rachel threw her arms up right after, blanking your words entirely.
"Whoo! Party. My turn. It's my turn."
You groaned, flinging your head back as the noise of glass spinning against the wooden checkerboard filled the room, "I definitely don't wanna see that!"
At the intense cheering and Kurt's playful words, you lifted your head to see what was going on.
"This is outstanding!"
Only to find your sister pointing to Kurt's crush.
"Blane Warbler, I'm gonna rock. Your. World."
You laughed at that, just glad that you weren't about to watch her kiss anybody who might try to sleep with her at the end of the night.
"Stop egging them on!" You smiled at your friends, playful in their cries for the two to deepen the kiss, "I don't wanna see my sister make out with anybody, gay or not."
When the kiss had gone on for a little while, and Kurt could no longer take seeing that right in front of his face, he clapped his hands, hoping to get the two to pull away.
"Okay, I think we've had enough of that!"
"I know I have," you called, continuing to cackle, "But get used to it, Rach. He's not the only gay guy you're gonna kiss in your life!"
Finally pulling away, Rachel told the boy, "Your face... tastes awesome," turning to the watching crowd, she yelled, "I think I just found a new duet partner!"
"Oh God, please don't start singing."
And so led to yet another Rachel Berry performance in your basement.
Taking up refuge upon the brown chair, you watched as the two sang upon the stage, bouncing energetically to the music. Too drunk to notice the look Quinn and Finn both shared.
However, as you took a sip of your strong drink, your eyes found the couples adorning the room. Tina and Mike danced erratically before moving into a make-out session. While Brittany and Santana parked themselves on their respective boyfriends' laps, kissing them. And you suddenly felt lonely in a room filled with your friends. Hell, even Puckerman and Lauren seemed to be affectionate with each other.
So, it was only natural how your eyes travelled to the blonde who had ensnared your heart.
With a wave of your hand towards her thigh, you caught the girl's attention.
Making a grabbing motion, you silently asked for her hand. Which she gave to you, no questions asked, allowing you to lead her towards you, settling her on your lap so that she was sitting sideways, with one arm thrown over the back of the chair. The other held her cup on her lap, yours beside it, as your free hand moved to hold her waist.
The alcohol in her system truly threw her fears and inhibitions out of the window.
"How you doin' with everything?"
"I'm heartbroken and it's all I deserve."
Jutting out your bottom lip in a pout, hand travelling to rub up and down her back while she leaned into you, playing with the short tresses of the back of your hair.
"I don't like it when you're sad."
Pulling her cup to her lips, she replied with a shrug, "Maybe I shouldn't have cheated on Sam then."
"Yeah, you shouldn't of." You nodded, agreeing with her. "It wasn't a nice thing to do to ol' Sammy boi. But hey, I do know one thing to be true though."
Quinn sucked the leftover alcohol from her lips, peering down at you in curiosity.
"What's that?"
"If you didn't, you wouldn't be sitting on my lap right now."
With a giggle, she leaned in close, holding your neck in place so that you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to. Her voice seemed to lower an octave or two as she muttered her information over to you, "It is very comfortable."
"Well, it thanks you for those kind words."
"How drunk are you?" she asked after a few seconds of silent thinking, eyes shifting to look at every part of your face.
"'Bout as drunk as you."
"That's the perfect amount, then," she whispered before leaning in.
However, before her lips could meet yours. You were pulled out of your little world by none other than your friends cheering for the finished performance.
Still, you had the desire to solely blame your sister for being a cock block.
---
You awoke the next day with an intense hangover and a splitting headache.
With a groan, you turned to read the time upon the clock on your bedside table. The thing mocked you with every tick it made, sending a sharp pain through your skull and deep into your brain. It almost wasn't worth finding out it was 11:15 AM. No... it wasn't worth it.
Ever so slowly, you laid yourself back onto your mattress so as to not further anger your hangover. Eyes slipping shut, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep under your belt before you had to deal with the task of trying to cure your hangover.
That was until you felt shuffling in the bed beside you.
Your eyes snapped open, fighting against the pain brought on by the sudden brightness of your room, hurriedly peering over to the space beside you.
Only to find a naked blonde lying face down in the bed beside you. Her hair fanned across her bare shoulders in messy waves, back raising and falling in steady breaths, captivating your eyes.
There were only two possibilities on who it could be.
One was more likely to happen than the other.
So, as the girl began moving, letting out soft noises in reaction to her own hangover, you found yourself silently chanting.
'Please don't be Brittany. Please don't be Brittany. I can't do that to Artie'
No matter how likely it would be her.
I mean, there was no way it could be the alternative... right?
But there she was.
In all of her hangover glory.
Quinn Fabray.
"What?" she breathed, now on her back, confused as to why you were lying beside her and why you were shirtless, "What happened? Why are you naked?" Glancing down, she found herself in the same predicament. Quickly scooping up the bed sheets as she moved to sit up covering her chest. "Why am I naked?"
At her mass amount of questions, you finally realised that you were, in fact, naked yourself. The full memories of last night hitting you light a freight train.
But if there was one thing you could never stop being, that was a sarcastic shit.
"I'm surprised that you would need the birds and the bees talk."
The girl placed a plan over her scrunched-up face, voice coming out slightly muffled as she spoke, "Oh, God, we had sex, didn't we?" The question was rhetorical. You could tell she was remembering your midnight activities together.
"Oh, gee, thanks. Say it like you regret it more, why don't you?"
"I didn't mean it like that." She shook her head at you. Quinn was silent for a few long moments before her voice trailed off, "I can't believe we were drunk the first time we had sex."
"First time?" you pointed out, with a wiggle of your eyebrows, gaining a roll of her hazel eyes in return.
"Shut up."
"I would say "make me", but you already did that last night."
Quinn groaned, resting her head in her hands. Soon surprising you, when she moved closer, laying on your -still naked- chest.
"I'm going back to sleep. This headache is killing me."
You hummed in agreement, hand coming up to play with her messy blonde hair, trying to tame it as best you could.
"Let's hope that Rachel doesn't barge in."
"At this point, I don't care. As long as she lets me sleep this off."
Scoffing lightly, as you slowly fell asleep along with the girl, you uttered, "You must be stupid to think she wouldn't scream the house down."
No words were spoken after that.
The room no longer held two hungover teens after a night of sex.
It now held two hungover teens after a night of sex that were now fast asleep.
---
The next time you were at school was great... for you.
Your friends, however? They were still suffering the repercussions of alcohol.
You probably should have known something was up when you spotted a large gaggle of them talking by the entrance.
But alas, you still strode your way over to them, greeting them with a smile.
"Hi, guys."
"Oh God, what the hell?" Artie asked when he saw you.
Smile drooping in confusion, you asked, "What?"
"How are you not hungover like the rest of us?" Santana clarified.
Shrugging, you explained, "I don't have hangovers. Well, I do, but they normally only last a few hours if I take care of myself right... but still, I think I have alcoholics in my DNA." Then a devilish smile of realisation took over your face, looking at them all. "Wait, are you guys still hungover?" Is that why you're these?" You gestured to their shades, soon reaching over to flick at Quinn's. "Wow, do you not have a pair of sunglasses that don't make you look like a bug?"
"Get off." She slapped your arm away. "I'm in pain."
"Oh, the poor baby," you said in a mocking tone. But still, you strode over to the girl, wrapping your arm around her shoulders, and pulled her into your chest.
For the first time all weekend, since she removed herself from your body in the late afternoon to go home, Quinn felt better. The scent that she could only describe as you wafted up her nose from your comfortable hoodie, almost seeming to soothe the intense ache in her brain immediately. Along with the darkness you gave her being pressed against you. If it was one thing Quinn was certain of, it was the fact that you were undoubtedly the world's best hangover cure.
"Hey, I'm in pain, too."
Rolling your eyes at Santana, you pulled her against you as well, feeling the blonde tense up suddenly under your arm, confusing you slightly. But you were quick to chalk it up as a reaction to her hangover continuing to cause her pain.
"We're all in pain," Mercedes spoke dryly.
"I'm afraid to say that I don't have enough arms to hug all of you."
"Well, I've got something to help with that," Artie smiled, raising the thermos and paper cups in his lap, "How about some Bloody Marys, y'all?"
You scoffed disbelievingly at the boy.
"Are you kidding me?" Mercedes asked, " The last thing I wanna do is drink."
"It'll help your hangover. That's what Bloody Marys are for. Hair of the dog that done bit yo' ass."
"Listen, all that's gonna do is delay your hangovers and make it worse when you actually deal with it."
"Well, maybe if you gave us your hangover tips, we wouldn't have to do this," Sam bit, obviously in pain and probably not liking the fact that you had your arms around both his girlfriend and ex-girlfriend.
"Okay." You shrugged, still holding onto the ex-cheerleaders. "As soon as you get up, eat something big and greasy- Sounds counterproductive, I know, but it works. Have a cup of coffee and some aspirin. Continue to take aspirin throughout the day. Drink a lot of water throughout the day. Sleep throughout the day. Done."
"That's... it?" Mike asked, making you hun and nod, "No weird concoction of condiments or anything?"
"No? Dude, I'd rather deal with a hangover than drink something you made me do when we went bowling last year."
"And that works?" Mercedes asked, referring to your "hangover cure".
Another shrug. "Works for me."
Looking down, you saw that Quinn was offering you one of the blue, medical-grade paper cups.
"You doing it?" you asked, plucking the cup from her hand. Confirmation in return. "I don't have a hangover and I don't feel like drinking right now, so no, thank you." You finished, bopping her on the nose with the cup before passing it off to Santana.
"Maybe next time you could give us those hangover tips of yours before we come to school."
"Well, Puckerman, with the big game you talk and how many parties you've been to, I'd thought you'd have hangovers in the bag by now."
Raising her hands between you and the boy, Quinn spoke, "Okay, don't you two start fighting now. I'm far too hungover to deal with it right now."
"Yeah, Puckerman."
"Y/N," the blonde scolded.
Even without Beth, she sure did act like a mother sometimes.
Later that day, your group performed a tester number for Mr Schuester in preparation for the assembly.
"Well done, you guys," the teacher praised, "I mean, you always bring it with the singing and the dancing. But what I was really impressed with today was your acting. I truly thought that some of you guys were drunk."
"Well, we take out craft seriously," Artie said.
"Yeah." You shot the teacher a faux smile. "We're such good actors."
"Right. Problem is that that song is great, but it- It kinda glorifies drinking, don't you think?" You nodded to the man's words while the rest of your team looked at him as if he had lost his damn mind. "I mean, we're supposed to sing about the dangers of alcohol at this assembly."
"Well, good luck finding a song that does that." You had to agree with Mercedes' words. Not a single song about not drinking came to mind.
"Mr Schue," Rachel said, sounding just as drunk as Mercedes did. Stumbling her way over to the centre of the stage, grasping a hold of Mike's arm for support, "First of all, that vest is very cute. You are all kinds of awesome."
You shook your head, rolling your eyes at how obvious she was being in her drink-induced state.
When suddenly, you felt a hand sliding up your shirt, coming to rest upon your abdomen. Looking down in surprise, you found Quinn Fabray, gazing up at you with that same look in her eyes that she had the night of the party. With her free hand, she pulled you down to whisper privately in your ear, her hushed words making your eyes blow wide.
"I want you again."
"Oh-kay..." you said, pulling back, "You've got to be sober before you say that to me," you told her, finishing it off with a flick of your finger against the tip of her nose.
"Or, you could just get drunk," she counteroffered.
Not even gracing her with a reply, you focused back on your sister's words, all the while hoping that this was some 'liquid courage' situation and not a 'she only wants you when she's drunk' thing.
"But second, maybe there's really no songs about the dangers of drinking, because there's really none, as long as you have a proper designated driver."
'Okay, Mr Schue had got to know she's drunk right now'
"Need I remind you of hangovers," you said knowingly, words going ignored.
"Have I ever told you have great you are?"
"No! Bad, Rachel!" you scolded, pointing over at the brunette as Tina carted her boyfriend off and away from your sibling.
"Well, Rachel, yeah, driving drunk is dangerous. Any of you guys ever heard of alcohol poisoning? Yeah, it kills about four-hundred people every year."
"Oh, it's way more than that. Are you kidding me?" you regarded the man.
"You are so smart," Quinn muttered to you as she continued drawing random patterns upon the skin of your abdomen, admiring you from her position pressed against your side.
"Santana, are you crying?" Mr Schuester asked, distracted by the girl before he could reply to your words.
The teenager sniffled, waving him off. "I'm okay. I'm okay." Then her tears finally broke free, and she quickly wrapped Brittany up in a hug.
As quickly as it came, Quinn's infatuation with you left, and that same anger from a few nights ago began to build up once more. Seemingly out of nowhere, and not the fact that your attention had shifted over to the Latina.
However, instead of taking her anger out on you, it shifted to someone else entirely.
"You're such a hypocrite," she told the man, removing herself from your body, nearing him in challenge, "You drink. Most adults do."
"I may have a beer every now and then, but I- I don't get drunk," he scoffed.
"We're just sayin' this is a waste of time," Puck gave his input now, "I mean, we're totally aware of alcohol. We see adults drinking it and having fun. Every commercial for NASCAR is for beer."
"I think there are way more fun things to do than drink."
"Thank you, Y/N." Mr Schue gestured your way.
"Yeah, we could be doing one of those right now, but whatever," Quinn mumbled so only you could hear, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull and tongue to tuck between your teeth and lower lip, shaking your head at her drunken wants.
"Look, tomorrow, come with your thinking caps on. Because, we're gonna spend the entire day brainstorming ideas for songs to sing at this assembly."
And with that concluded the performance.
Quinn's glare sent your way as she strode from the stage with her hands upon her hips, showing you just how your day was about to go.
The rest of the day, with drunk moody Quinn thinking that you don't want her.
That's just great.
---
You were exhausted when you arrived home from work. The knowledge that you had to work on your homework only furthered that.
However, before you could begin making your way upstairs, your attention was pulled to the voices wafting from the basement. Deciding to investigate yourself, you made your way down, only to see Kurt and Rachel cleaning up from the party the previous weekend.
"Hey Kurt, what are you doing here so late?" you asked, fiddling with your watch.
"I was in the neighbourhood."
"At ten o'clock?" Rachel asked sceptically, "Are you sure you're not here just to find out how my date with Blane went?"
The shock that you felt at her statement practically blasted you back. Raising your hands, you asked, "I'm sorry, what?" Isn't he, y'know, gay?"
"He's trying to figure that out."
"Oh, so he might be bi or something?" you shrugged, catching the look Kurt had out of the corner of your eye.
"Oh, was your date tonight?"
Rachel looked at him sadly, not liking his flippancy.
"Look, we're friends. So, I'm gonna be honest with you." She held the trashcan against her chest. "The date was lovely. We saw 'Love Story' at the revival theatre. We even dressed up as the characters."
"That's not gay at all," Kurt replied resentfully.
"I don't think that's, "gay"," you said, using air quotes, "People dress up to see movies and stuff all the time. Doesn't define their sexualities."
"I agree." Rachel smiled your way.
Clearing his throat irritably, Kurt moved on to ask, "Did you kiss?"
"No. Our lips split the evening, mouthing Ali Macgraw's dialogue. Frankly, I did expect a little snog as the date drew to a close. But I guess the timing just wasn't right."
You cringed at that, "God, please don't say the word 'snog'. It goes right through me."
"Or the blood-alcohol level."
Kurt was beginning to get on your nerves with his comments and the off-putting energy he was giving off.
So with your brows downturned in annoyance, you turned to the boy, question hot on your tongue, "Kurt, are you feeling okay? 'Cause, something seems to be up your ass, and not in a good way."
Not wanting to see a fight break out between the two of you. For the first time, Rachel tried to keep the peace.
"Look, I know that you have feelings for him, and I'm sure you think I'm crazy for asking him out. But... Blane is obviously conflicted, and if he turns out to not be gay, then I guess I will have done you a favour."
"Well, we all know one thing for sure," you stated, "He definitely. Likes. Guys. So, I don't know what the whole hub-bub is about," turning to Kurt, you floated over what his true anger was about, "Or is it just because you're scared you'd have more competition?"
"I'm not scared of anything," the boy spoke, clear as day, denying your obtuse words. Then pointedly moved to talk to your sister, as he moved to sit on the stage across from her, "I'm just doing you a favour by telling you that Blane is the first of a long line of conflicted men that you will date that will later turn out to be only the most flaming of homosexuals."
"Hey!" You pointed at the boy, the fire behind your eyes flashing dangerously. "Don't steal my joke like that. It may be true, but only I can say those things to her. And that doesn't negate the fact that this is just coming from a place of biphobia and jealousy."
"Blane and I have a lot in common," Rachel added, stopping Kurt from replying to your words.
"A sentiment expressed many a hag about many a gay."
Your hands flung up into the air, head thrown back, looking like you were almost asking some Deity or God what you had done to have to deal with this coming from your friends.
Jealousy sure was a bitch sometimes.
Rachel seemed to back into herself after the boy's words, causing you to inhale sharply, anger bubbling up inside you, along with the intense drive to protect your family.
"Look, I don't doubt that you and Blane would have a jolly good time shopping at Burberry and arguing who would make the better Rum Tum Tugger. I don't dispute that," he said, placing a hand over his heart as she smiled, amused, "But there's something you and Blane will never have, and that's chemistry."
"Well, they do go to different schools." You smiled painfully at the boy, knowing exactly what you were getting at.
Your attention was soon brought back to your sister and her self-assured words.
"Fine. Then I'm gonna prove you wrong. I'm gonna take the beer goggles off, and I'm gonna kiss him sober. And if the spark is still there, then I'm taking you to the bakery of your choice for a piping-hot slice of humble pie."
You gazed down at her with a soft smile drawn across your lips, proud at the fact that this was the first time she had even attempted to "kill someone with kindness". Until the word 'pie' dawned on you.
"Can I come? I like pie."
Rachel shook her head at you humouredly before it fell when she spotted the thing hanging at the back of the stage.
"Whose bra is that?"
Looking over, you found a pink, polka-dotted bra tied up in the long beaded tassels situated in front of a plush red curtain.
Sighing, you stepped over the two folded legs, swiftly pulling the thing from its suspension.
"It's Brittany's. I'll take it back to her before work tomorrow."
"How do you know it's Brittany's?" Rachel asked, looking at you sceptically.
"She literally stripped during the party." You gestured with the thing in hand. "But even then, how do you think I know?"
Your sister's face scrunched up in reaction, disgusted by the information of your sex life, and vocalised by her, "Ew."
Clearing his throat, Kurt uttered, "I better go."
"I'll walk you out," you stated, actually wanting him to be out of your house after the comments he had made.
It was only when you were at the base of the stairs with Kurt ascending them, did Rachel call out to you.
"Are you gonna help me clean this up?"
"Hell no! You wanted the party. You clean up after it. I have better things to do." Then you remembered your homework. "You know, on second thought, maybe I will help you."
It was building up inside of you, and Kurt could feel it too. The intense need to further chew him out. By the time you held the door open for him, and he stepped out, you couldn't find it in you to keep your words at bay.
"Kurt?" You watched as his shoulders dropped in a sigh, having been hoping that you would just slam the door and let him be on his way. But that, it seemed, wasn't in the books for him, so he turned, ready to take whatever you had to say. "Our community has enough hate flung at it for it to come from inside the house, too. There's a reason there's a 'B' in LGBT, and it's not for 'boobs'. I get that there's a stigma around it for being a "stepping stone", but that doesn't mean it isn't any less valid than our sexualities." You waved a hand between the two of you. "If I were you, I'd accept that. Sooner rather than later. 'Cause hell, if Blane does turn out to be bi, there's still a chance he could like you, and I'm sure he'd be just as disappointed as I am to find out you're a biphobe. If not more so."
And with that, you gave the boy what he had originally hoped for and closed the door in his face.
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"Hey."
Looking up from where you were lacing up your shoes, you spotted Quinn standing not too far from you, playing with her fingers. You had never seen her look so bashful before. With her hair curled and teased for the upcoming performance.
"Het," you replied in turn, rising to your full height and coming closer to the blonde, "You fully sober, or are you gonna try to have sex with me again?"
She sighed, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What is there to talk about?" you shrugged, "We had sex, and nothing's gonna come of it. It was just a one-night stand... even if you did try to sleep with me again after that."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. And how moodily I reacted afterwards. I guess I can get kind of angry when I'm drunk."
"You guess?"
"Sorry up," she half laughed, half scoffed, shaking her head at you. After a few moments of just watching you smile down at her, she spoke, "You know, most people wouldn't have said "no" to me."
"If you think it was anything against you, that wasn't the case," you told her, seeing right through her nonchalant exterior and into the volubility underneath.
Quinn's brows furrowed. "It wasn't?" A shake of your head. "Then what was it?"
"You were drunk, and I wasn't," you stated simply, "I wasn't going to do that with you in that state, no matter how much you wanted it. Even if you would continue to want it when you were sober. I'm not Puckerman. I respect consent in all its forms." Then a whisper, "I wouldn't do that to you."
It didn't take a detective to see the tears shining in her eyes, begging to be released.
"You're amazing, you know that?"
A shrug. "I try. But this isn't part of that. This is just me being a normal human being."
With one last soft smile her way, you turned to get in position for the number, that was until-
"It wasn't just because of the alcohol."
"What?"
"Us having sex," Quinn clarified, "I wanted it. I just needed the courage. And in the end, there was nothing for me to be scared of."
"That right?" you asked, coming closer, a flirty smirk that matched adorning your features.
"Yeah. I had a lot of fun. Didn't know I could feel that good."
"Oh, really? Well-"
"Guys!" Mr Schue called over, shattering the moment between you and the blonde, "C'mon, let's get into places."
Turning back to the Fabray, you shook your hands beside your face. "Show time." Revelling in the soft giggle she gifted you with just as your principal spoke to the gathered assembly as your teacher exited to join them.
"Quiet, please. Quiet, please, children. I would like to wish you and yours a healthy and happy alcohol awareness week. Unfortunately, Kitty Dukakis could not be here because of disinterest. But Lima police chief Lawrence Krowley is here to show you a grisly slide show of auto accidents. Take it away, chief."
"That's gotta be illegal, right?"
"He already showed me them after I stole the ATM," Puck stated, not answering your question, in the slightest.
Coming back from peering out into the crowd, Brittany's voice wavered in nervousness, "Guys, I'm really nervous. Ke$ha's been a cultural icon for weeks, and I really want to do her music justice."
"Don't you love a couple week-long icon?" you joked, hoping to break the tension and get the scared girl to laugh, only for it to fail.
At least you tried, right?
"We haven't had enough rehearsal," Sam stated, only furthering the club's pessimism.
"Or any at all," Mercedes added.
"And most of our assembly performances usually end in some kind of riot."
"I can't be blamed for the first one," you said, straightening out your backwards cap, "My eyes are still burning from that thing."
At just that moment, Rachel rushed up, a large plastic bottle filled with a murky brown substance in hand, along with a stack of red solo cups.
"Never fear, teammates. Now, it's a Broadway tradition for nervous performers to take a shot of whiskey before going on to calm their nerves and to mask the stench of bad dental hygiene," she rushed to say, handing out the cups as the team gathered around.
Watching as she poured some of the mysterious liquid into the red cup, you questioned, "Did you drain our plumbing and are now trying to make us drink it?"
"Of course not. Following the Broadway tradition, I have mixed us a playful showbiz cocktail of what was left in my dads' liquor cabinet."
"Don't become a bartender, Rach. Because this looks like sewage water." You pointed down at the substance Artie was now pouring and handing out to everyone. "What the hell is even in that?"
"There's some brandy in here, vermouth, and port wine, and scotch in here," she listed the ingredients of her concoction, "And also a little bit of Kool-Aid and some crumbled-up Oreos."
"Oreos? Wait, are you trying to poison us with this?" you regarded her, raising your own cup in pointless reference.
"Oh, my God. This tastes like cough syrup," Santana cringed after taking a sip.
"There's also cough syrup in here." Rachel pointed down to her own drink, cringing at the taste of herself.
"Oh, it's drugged too?"
That, it seems, didn't matter to the team, as they all cheered, raising their cups to tap them all together.
"To Ke$ha."
Pulling the cup to her chest, Quinn peered into the contents unsurely, debating whether to drink it or not. With the same look in her eye, she turned to you, silently asking your opinion. With the way your face was pulled into mild disgust, she further shook her head for clarification. Gaining the same action in return, she allowed you to reach over and pluck the drink from her hand.
"Don't drink that," you whispered. Pouring her shot into your cup. Collapsing the two together and placing them away from the audience's view.
"Thank you, chief," the voice of your principal sounded throughout the gymnasium once more as you all got into your positions, "And now, performing the hit single "Tik" and also "Tok" by rapper Ke-dollar-sigh-ha, the New Directions."
The performance was going amazingly well. Which was surprising. The students seemed to be loving it, and in turn, cheering you on. However, things started to go downhill in the middle of the performance when Brittany stumbled over to say something to your sister. And by the end, it had turned into a total fiasco.
It started with Brittany. The girl moved back over to Rachel, only to projectile vomit all over her. Reaching out to the brunette, she uttered, "Oh, my God." Shocked and sorry for what had just happened all the while, the shorter Berry rushed off the stage. Presumedly to get herself cleaned up.
Then, possibly in reaction, Santana stumbled past you, retching and gagging, as she herself vomited in the direction of the audience, further shocking everyone.
Dropping the arm you had lifted into the air, avoiding the Latina, you now rubbed along her back as she continued spluttering towards the grey-matter-coated floor. Free hand, coming to pull her puke-covered hair away from her face, holding it in a ponytail, like you remember doing so much for Quinn when she was pregnant last year.
She seemed to remember that too. Chest tightening, and face twitching in the background, as she watched you take care of Santana, just like you used to do for her.
Leaning down, you passed your arm under hers, dropping her hair as you pulled her into your chest. That seemed to be exactly what Santana needed, as on instant, she cuddled into you, letting you take on most of her weight.
"Just don't throw up on me, yeah?" you whispered down to the girl, gaining a sleepy nod in return.
That was all the information you needed to begin leading her way off of the temporary stage. Passing Finn, you said, "At least this one didn't end in a riot."
You think the riot might have been better.
"Everybody, drink responsibly."
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Mr Schue seemed to have caught on to the reoccurring battle you and Mike had against Finn and Puckerman during his class. And so, he split you up. However, he wasn't smart enough to split you from your friends entirely. No. He just placed you behind enemy lines.
So, there you sat, at the front of the class, in your usual seat, with Finn now beside you. The other two behind you as the teacher strolled between the isles.
Everything was calm.
That was until the PA system sounded to life.
The jingle of a xylophone made an entrance for a speech yet to come, then Beck Jackson's voice poured throughout the school.
"Heads up, McKinley. Coach Sylvester's gonna shout at ya'."
"Students... colleagues... indeed, all who understand the Queen's English. We all still quake in terror at what we witnessed yesterday at the assembly by a Glee Club spiralling out of control. My nose is still finned with the acrid stench of teen vomit. And there is simply but one person to blame, the alcoholic teen-vomit fetishist. Will Schuester, the director of that club. Two days ago, I received a drunk dial in the middle of the night from a horny Will Schuester."
Your brows shot into your hairline, jaw-dropping, peering over your shoulder at Mike, sharing the same look of surprised horror before you faced the front once more.
"Open your ears, McKinley high, and behold,d the awful price of alcoholism." With a soft beep, your teacher's slurred voice replaced the coaches.
"Hey there, sexy lady. There's something I really, really want to say to you. I love how you eat your lunch with your little plastic gloves, and they crinkle and make the cutest sound I've ever heard in my life." Hastily, you moved to cover your mouth, stopping the laugh that was dying to come out from escaping, the whole school knowing exactly who he was talking about. Your guidance counsellor. Your married guidance counsellor. "Why don't you pick up some wine coolers and comer over here? And it'll be just one night of us just getting crazy. Let's just get crazy. Let's just get really crazy and roll around in the hay." It was getting harder and harder to control your amusement. "I was just in some hay earlier tonight, and I rode a bull, and I was thinking of you."
Your saving grace came in the form of the return of Coach Sylvester's voice, "Will Schuester, you've just been publicly humiliated. And on the road to recovery, it's the very first step."
Talk about your first class of the day.
Later that same day, the Glee Club and its director were hailed into the principal's office, ready for him to dish out the expected punishments.
"We're probably gonna get suspended."
"Second suspension of the year, and it's not even over yet!" you playfully celebrated, only to receive a scolding slap to your shoulder from Quinn in return, "Ow! Hurting me."
"I think you'll definitely get suspended," Mr Schue stated, "You'll probably all get suspended."
"Oh, you're one to talk. How about you crank a four loko, Count Boozy Von Drunk-a-thon?"
You had to speedily hide your snort at Santana's words as your principal entered at that exact moment behind you.
When he was finally behind his desk, the man spoke, "William. Glee club. I have one word for you... congratulations."
'What?'
"Those special effects at the assembly really paid off. I had no idea what brilliant musical-comedy performers you all have become."
Leaning over to Quinn, you whispered, "Is this guy for real?"
"The kids at this school are scared straight."
That was all you needed for your question to be answered. Whispering once more, "Yep." Then you moved back into your original position.
"Today is the first day in a month without a single act of public drunkenness at McKinley High!" Following in suit with the man, you applauded your surprising success. "And as a thank you, here are coupons for half-off frozen yoghurt. Yum!"
As Principal Figgins and Mr Schuester spoke in private, you held up the coupon Artie had handed you, flashing the Fabray a soft grin.
"Feel like grabbing some frozen yoghurt?"
She smiled back at you. "Sure."
"Okay. Achievement!"
"Achievement!"
You had no choice but to sit beside Quinn.
Literally.
The girl had her fingers wrapped into one of your jean loops since you exited the principal's office and headed for the choir room.
"I'm torn," Brittany said as soon as she sat down, "Part of me never wants to drink again because it made me so sick, but if it weren't for drinking, the assembly would've been a disaster."
"I, for one, am never drinking again," Rachel stated from the seat in front of yours, "Being thrown up on, it just does something to a person."
"All right, guys. While I'm happy things worked out with the assembly... I never want to see you guys pull anything like that again," Mr Schue spoke from the front of the class, "Drinking while performing is unprofessional. Drinking while at school is just stupid, and most importantly, any of you guys drinking at all is illegal."
"There's a fair amount of the pot calling the kettle back right now."
"Yeah." You nodded, agreeing with Quinn's statement. "Plus, I only did one of those things because I'm tough and can handle a hangover, unlike these weakens."
With a humoured smile, Quinn gently slapped your thigh.
"I couldn't agree more. Which is why I'm gonna stop drinking. Not even a beer at the end of the night to take the edge off."
"But if you don't drink, what will you have to live for?" Santana questioned.
"That's... really depressing. And a way that alcoholism can start."
"Exactly. I have plenty in my life without beer."
It was Mercedes' turn to ask a depressing question, "Like what exactly?"
Your brows ticked up when he silently stuttered in reaction to that question.
"The point is, I'm gonna stop. And I hope you guys do too."
"Isn't that kind of unrealistic?" Tina smiled.
"Yeah. Honestly, I think it is," he admitted truthfully, walking to pick up a McKinley High stamped manilla folder, "Which is why I'm only gonna ask you to do it until after Nationals. Consider yourselves like prize fighters, getting ready for a big heavyweight bout."
"I know I'd win!" you called, slapping at your biceps.
"I'm sure you would, Y/N," he chuckled while you continued to flex jokingly, wiggling your eyebrows at Quinn when you noticed the look she was giving you, only for the blonde to roll her eyes and turn away, intent on listening to the rest of the man's words, "Now. These are pledge forms." He raised the blue sheets of paper so that everyone could see. "And I want you guys to sign them."
"And what if we fall off the wagon again?" Puckerman asked.
Already prepared for that question, the teacher instructed, "Look in the top corner of your form. That's my cell phone number."
"Yes."
"Score!" Sam and yourself joked, gaining laughs from the team.
"Part of your pledge is that if one of you do slip up, no matter where you are or what time of the night it is, I want you to call me to drive you home. We got lucky this time that the only consequence of your drinking was some ill-timed vomiting. None of us wants to see any of you guys get hurt."
"Cool beans, Mr Schue. I'll sign."
""Cool beans"," you mocked Santana.
"Oh, shut up."
"Me too," Rachel spoke, "Alcohol has done nothing for my songwriting."
With that cocky smile on his face, Finn ventured a question over to the teacher, "What about after we win Nationals?"
After a pause for suspense, he replied, "I'm buying us sparkling cider."
A couple of minutes later, after waiting for Quinn to sign her name upon her own pledge and hand the pen over to you, you began to scrawl your own, "'Y/N'... should I put a middle name?" you asked the room, "Hey, Rach, what's my middle name?"
"You don't have one," she replied, confused that you don't remember something so basic about yourself.
Not taking that for an answer, you decided on putting one down anyway.
"'MacGyver'... 'Berry'."
"Why 'MacGyver'?" Quinn asked with a laugh.
To which you just shrugged and said, "Funny name."
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"So, you said he comes this way at three thirty?"
You didn't know why you were here.
No. Correction, you did.
To support Rachel, to tell Kurt off it needed, for the delicious food, because she dragged you. So, it wasn't really your choice. There were a myriad of reasons.
You didn't want to be here.
But the muffin you were devouring sure made it a bit better.
"Like clockwork," Kurt nodded, "For his post-rehearsal medium drip."
"I just can't wait to lay one on him," Rachel said, adding more chapstick to her lips.
With your mouthful, you uttered, "Gross."
"You know what's gross?" she asked rhetorically, pointing to your chewing mouth, "That."
Very maturely, you opened your mouth, showing her the chewed-up contents within, sending a shiver through her.
"I've got a bad feeling about this, Rachel," Kurt started, once more, "I mean, I don't mean to be a scold, but I don't want you to get hurt either."
"I kinda agree with him," you spoke around another mouthful, pointing over to Kurt, "Just up and randomly kissing someone isn't always the best idea."
The boy sighed, leaning back in his chair, adding to his prior words, "There's no victory in this for me either way."
"Who cares about you, biddy?" she practically kissed over the table, "I may get a new boyfriend out of this, who can keep up with me vocally, and in the future, give me vaguely Eurasian-looking children."
"Okay... I will allow you to be bitchy to her once because of that," you told Kurt.
The boy quickly grew distracted, attention slowly upon the entrance of the coffee shop.
"There he is. Dreamy as ever."
"He is pretty good-looking." You nodded, peering at the other Warbler, before staring down at the last pieces of your sweet treat. "Is this muffin making me straight?"
Ignoring you entirely, Rachel whispered to your table, "Okay. Wish me luck."
Vaguely, you heard the boy greet your sister, "Hey, Rachel. What's going on?" Before he was cut off by her lips connecting with his own. Then once it finished, "Huh. Yep. I'm gay. One hundred per cent gay. Thank you so much for clearing that up for me, Rachel. Listen, save my space in line, will you? I gotta go hit the restroom."
Speedily finishing the last of your muffin, you followed Kurt over to your gobsmacked sister.
"That was hard, wasn't it?"
"Are you kidding?" she breathed, "That was amazing. I am speechless." Your brows furrowed at her gushing, having expected her to be at least somewhat heartbroken. "I just had a relationship with a guy who turned out to be gay."
"I don't think one date and two kisses counts as a relationship."
"That is songwriting gold. Oh!" she exclaimed, moving to kiss Kurt's cheek, then yours.
"Ugh," you sneered.
"Okay. I have to go compose, but thank you." She bounced in her place. "Thank you!"
Then she was off, exiting the Lima Bean, intent on writing a song you would be forced to hear over and over again as she worked on it.
Fantastic.
Leaving you alone with Kurt.
Brilliant.
"Listen, Y/N..." the boy started nervously, "I... I really want to say sorry for how I've been acting lately. I know there's no excuse for my words, but... you were right. I really was just jealous."
"I know." You nodded.
"This is the first crush I've had that could actually be feasible, and, I guess, I just couldn't handle anyone standing in the way of that, and it led me to say things I truly didn't mean- I'm not like that, I swear, I would never hate someone just for who they are, or think that their sexuality wasn't real. I can't even begin to explain why I acted that way. All I know is I'm sorry."
"I know that too." You nodded once more, reaching over to pat his back. "It's not my apology to accept. All you gotta do is show me that you mean what you say no, and continue to grow with it. But still, if you really wanna show me just how sorry you are, you can buy me one of those giant cookies I like."
Kurt laughed, relieved that things between the two of you were fine once more.
"You got it. I think I might have one, too."
"Hell yeah!"
Turns out your sister wasn't the only one having a date with a gay guy this week.
You were going to be seeing two when Blane came back.
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I've been tracking the notes on @klainegifs because I've never been chill about anything in my life and here's what I have for you for Klainegifs' 2023 Wrapped
Kurt posts received 2,557 notes (among 25 posts)
-> The most popular Kurt post was actually klainegifs' first ever post - Cheerio!Kurt from season 1 with 154 notes
Blaine posts received 2,804 notes (among 25 posts)
-> The most popular Blaine post was this set of him being in a silly goofy mood with 185 notes
Klaine posts received 4,157 notes (among 32 posts)
-> The most popular Klaine post was of their second kiss with 232 notes
Out of the top 10 posts with the highest notes, 8 are Klaine and 2 are Blaine posts.
Key takeaways:
either I need to step up my Kurt content or I need Kurt nation to rise up or both because I do not want him lagging behind again in 2024 okay? This is gonna be our collaborative resolution
Y'all really like Klaine - very interesting insight here I think
#klaine#glee#<- i'm doing this for filtered tags not bc i necessarily wanna put this in the tags but well there's no other way
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From Drabble list #8 that you reblogged.
"There will be an extra fee included."
Can't wait to read what you write! 💖💖
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Yay, thanks for playing! The prompt list is here in case anyone else feels like prompting me. For this, I blame that all around me there seem to be babies and pregnant women.
"Me!" Annie points at herself with all of a 3-year-old's determination.
Blaine holds in his sigh. "No, honey. Dad will pay for the ice creams and then we will go eat."
"No, me!" Annie insists again, a frown appearing between her dark eyebrows.
Luckily for Blaine, there is no line at the shop this time ofthe day. There's no one to get frustrated at their father-daughter standoff - no one but the exceptionally attractive ice cream seller guy, who is smiling at them from behind his counter, an adorable cap on his brown hair and a twinkle in his blue eyes. The choosing of their ice creams went surprisingly easily this time - strawberry for Annie and chocolate for Blaine, they're both traditional - but apparently the matter of payment is another thing entirely.
"I'm so sorry," Blaine says to the ice cream guy with a long suffering eye roll. "She's three and she wants to do everything on her own, without dad's help. Just take my card so we'll get out of your hair."
"Sure. There will be an extra fee included, though." The ice cream guy's voice is unusual, high and melodic. There's a tiny smirk on his face, making his cheek dimple. If Annie wasn't here, Blaine wouldn't mind lingering in the empty ice cream shop for longer, just to talk to this guy. Blaine might be a single father of a demanding girl, but he's not tired enough to miss how gorgeous this guy is, how he would like to spend time with him based on a silly ice cream order.
He is in trouble.
"What?" he asks as the guy's words register in his mind. "What extra fee?"
"See, it costs more if adults pay," the ice cream guy says and winks. Winks.
Annie seems to understand what that means because she starts tugging on Blaine's sleeve. "I pay!"
Blaine lifts his eyeborws at the guy who smiles coyly and shrugs. "Those are the rules."
"I'm sure they are." Blaine bends a little to lift Annie on his hip so she can see over the counter.
"Ice cream for me and daddy," Annie says, very serious. Then she remembers good manners and hastily adds, "please."
"Of course," the ice cream guy says with a smile, meeting her eyes. "Just you and daddy, huh? No mommy outside waiting for you?"
Annie shakes her head. "Just me and daddy."
Blaine wants to shake his head. This guy is something else. "There's never been a mommy, and there's no other daddy now, either." Okay, maybe he is being more forward than he'd ever be, but this guy is seriously beautiful and there's something about him that is drawing Blaine in.
There's something smug in the smile he gets for his comment. It feels nice.
"Okay, that'll be four dollars, then."
"I pay!" Annie declares happily, swinging her little legs around Blaine and kicking him in the ass as she does.
"Yeah, this time you pay so we don't have to do the extra fee." Blaine side-eyes the ice cream guy as he gives his card to Annie, who then offers it forward. The guy rings them up with a sweet smile.
"Great! My name is Kurt and I'm here every weekday morning. I hope to see you again soon!" The guy, Kurt, gives back the card and looks Blaine in the eye with a heavy look. Blaine ducks his head with a bashful smile. Wow. Not what he expected of their morning when they left home.
"I think we've found our regular ice cream spot," he manages to say, and Kurt's cheeks turn a delightful pink.
"Yay!" Annie exclaims.
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Peyton Reed said this about Quantumania (x):
"People felt like, Oh, these are fun little palate cleansers after a gigantic Avengers movie," says Reed, 58. "For this third one, I said, 'I don't want to be the palate cleanser anymore. I want to be the big Avengers movie.'"
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
The Ant-Man movies being little in comparison was a huge reason I loved them so much. I don't need every single MCU movie to be like a "big Avengers movie", that gets old reeeeeeeeeeally fast.
I just wanted Scott, Hope, Hank and Janet to go on some silly adventure around San Francisco, I wanted Luis and Kurt and the others to mess with the law a little bit and have some hilarious scenes, I wanted Scott to go big again and scare people off, I wanted Maggie and Paxton to be their lovable and supportive selves...
In previous Phases it felt like Marvel understood well that certain characters worked better on the street, others in space and others dealing with the bigger guns, and they only mixed them all towards the end. But Scott is hanging with Kang?
I'm so skipping this one 🤷♀️
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See me | K. Macdermid
Possessive!Kurits X fem!reader
A/N: I think Kurtis Macdermid is the biggest bestest gentle giant ever, and he needs more love, so hopefully you enjoy this dear reader (At the time of posting this he had a MASSIVE game winner goal, love that for him).
Summary: Kurtis and Y/N are great friends, best friends even. Y/N has a terrible day that brings her over to his apartment. Kurtis has a lot to say, but doesn’t want to ruin anything…
CW: fluff, friends/neighbors to lovers, Emotional Hurt comfort??? Mentions of cheating (NOT Kurtis he would never). Swearing. Let me know if I missed anything!
NSFW: fun giggly soft morning sex, praise, size difference and possessiveness if you squint.
Word count: 6k
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“Please tell me you have ice cream here.” YN said into the dark entryway leading into Kurtis’s apartment, the glare of the tv in the living room shining.
Y/N and Kurtis had known each other for six years now, but felt like they had known each other forever. He was easily one of her best friends. She was his next door neighbor, her living in 305 and him in 304. Kurt’s mom left him a plant the day he moved in that she insisted he needed to take care of to “teach him the responsibility of taking care of something”. She left it despite him explaining for the millionth time that he can’t keep a live plant when he travels half of the season at the bare minimum.
This turned into sweet 22 year old Kurtis sheepishly knocking on her door about an hour before he had to leave for his first roadie of the year; introducing himself and pleading with her to water his plant so his mom wouldn’t lose it when she visited for the holidays. Y/N smiled and agreed, only for him to slap a key into her hand and shuffle his carryon and suit bag out her door again. When he came back a week and a half later, his plant was thriving in the windowsill, and Y/N had left a container of soup in his fridge with a note. He knocked on her door again, empty container in hand, sheepishly admitting he forgot to ask for her name, and their friendship took off.
Kurtis never saw himself being best friends with the cute girl who lived next door, let alone having her around as much as they could manage with their schedules. She made him look forward to downtime at home, and watering that silly plant that was still living in his windowsill all these years later. She brought him out of his shell on nights out, and helped him keep his bloody knuckles clean after big fights. She even gave him nicknames that he prayed would never see the light of day, like K-cup and K-mart (he secretly loved them, but his teammates would lose their minds).
At some point along the line, butterflies started to flutter in his stomach when he heard Y/N laugh or when she would get in a giddy mood after a couple too many while out with his teammates. He was absolutely enthralled with his best friend, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell her without destroying every good thing that had come out of their friendship. He was happy being her best friend for now, but he couldn’t help feeling jealous of her dates and thinking about her when she wasn’t there.
“Hello to you too Y/N.” he said, standing up and walking into the hallway to greet her.
His size and his reputation on the ice led many people to believe he was cold and unforgiving all the time. He towered over most people at 6’5”, and his shoulders easily doubled Y/N’s. But Y/N knew that underneath all that hard fighting exterior was a big softie who cared a lot about people. He was so calm and sweet off the ice, and wickedly observant, more so than anyone she had ever met. it practically gave her whiplash the first time she saw him fight during a game. It was a unique privilege of being so close to him.
She knew she could lean on him when times got tough, just like he could lean on her. That is exactly what brought her over to his apartment at 10pm, still in her work clothes and upset about the horrible day she just had.
Y/N basically fell into his arms at the end of the hallway, her head hitting right on top of his sternum. He smelled like his shampoo and laundry detergent, musky and warm and uniquely Kurtis. He was dressed in a gray Nike sweatshirt and some black basketball shorts. He was warm, like he had been lounging on the couch with some blankets for a couple of hours, trying to keep the November chill out. She could always count on him being warm and cozy.
He hugged her and rubbed her back, knowing it was one of the simple things he could do to help her relax. He could feel the tension in her body as he held her, wanting to help make it melt away so she could recover from whatever brought her over here at this hour. He could tell there was something seriously bothering her, beyond the normal stresses of working hard. The Avs had a day off tomorrow, so he didn’t care (not that he would have cared anyway).
“I’ll get bowls, you go get changed.” He said into her hair and she nodded gently, pulling away from him finally.
Y/N kept clothes in his dresser for nights like this, and he had some in her apartment too. There had been a few nights that had turned into sleepovers, and there was absolutely no way she could fit into any bottoms of his. She tried once, and she pulled the drawstring so tight together that the strings practically hung down to her knees, the cuff of each pant leg engulfing her legs and feet. He laughed every time he looked at her, his sweatpants almost falling off her all night.
She pulled out sleep shorts from her area, reaching for an old Avs training camp t-shirt of Kurtis’s instead of one of her own. She didn’t want anything restricting or too cold. She took off her work clothes, feeling like layers of the god awful day were falling off with them. She opted for no bra and no makeup; washing her face in his bathroom. Finally, she threw on some fuzzy socks.
When she came back out, he was back on the couch with blankets over his lap, a bowl of chocolate ice cream in his hand and a bowl sitting on the table for Y/N. An LA vs Kraken game was on, the volume low but not silent. She sighed, burying herself under the blankets next to him. The ice cream was perfectly rich and sweet, just how she liked it. Kurtis looked at her apprehensively, wanting to ask a million questions but also not wanting to press too hard. They ate without speaking, the low cheers of the King’s crowd interrupting perfect silence.
“Fuck, today was horrible.” She finally muttered, setting the empty bowl down.
He looked over at her after setting his bowl down too, casting his big arm over the back of the couch, “how so?”
“God where do I start. I was late waking up this morning, like late enough that there was no way i could blame it on traffic. The higher ups had a screaming fest at everyone in the office because of something that wasn’t our fault. I had to cut my lunch way short because one of the interns royally fucked up something I had a hand in making, so I had to pick up the pieces. I couldn’t leave work until about 8:30. My check engine light lit up on my way home, so I spent a good hour trying to get a hold of the auto shop for this week.” Y/N spilled, Kurtis listening quietly, “A-and…” she faltered.
“And?” Kurtis urged, wanting her to get it all out.
“I saw Chris out with some girl. O-on the drive home. I stopped to get dinner and saw him across the street. He was holding her hand and kissing her at that little Italian place he used to take me to. I didn’t know what to do, so I called him and told him I knew and that it was over. He texted but I don’t want to look. I can’t stand it.” She sniffled out, tears streaming down her cheeks, “I said I wasn’t going to cry over that dirt bag but fuck today can’t get any worse! I wasted 9 months on that asshole!”
“Shit, Y/N…” he said, gently pulling her into his side for a hug. “I’m so sorry. What a dick.”
He knew he shouldn’t feel relieved about that news. He knew he should be upset about her losing Chris, but he wasn’t. He hated seeing her cry over a douchebag when he knew that he could do a million times better. He knew he would treat her like a queen for the rest of forever, no games. He would make her feel seen, heard, loved, and satisfied. He knew that he could make her the happiest woman on the planet. Just having her in his arms was making his heart speed up.
He held her there on the couch for what felt like hours, running his hand along her spine while she cuddled into his side. He even wiped away stray tears with his other hand and carded his fingers through her hair. Touch was very normal for them, she loved physical contact with him whenever she could get it. This was a blessing and a curse for Kurtis; he loved that she loved his hugs and touches, but he hated that he had to control the fast beating of his heart while she was close.
They talked about Chris and how they would drive over to his place together to get the few things she had over there. They talked about Kurtis’s game and the fight he was recently in, Y/N grabbing his hand to look at how his knuckles were healing. They talked about anything and everything wrapped up together. Y/N was almost asleep, having cried and talked out all of her frustrations. Kurtis could feel her breathing even out against him, her eyes drooping shut.
“Let’s go to bed, you’ve had a horrible day.” He said quietly, shifting her in his arms so he could pick her up off the couch.
He made his way to his bedroom, setting her down on the left side of the bed so he could use the bathroom on e last time and wash his face. For a moment, a split second, he let himself indulge in looking at her sleeping in his bed. He imagined her sleeping in his shirt because she was his. His eyes traced her body, his mind filling with scenarios, some admittedly not the cleanest thoughts.
He shook them out and finished getting ready for bed, pulling off his hoodie and throwing on a t-shirt. When he finally laid down on his side of the bed, he drew the covers up both of their bodies, really meaning to stay on his side and not make it any harder for either of them. He couldn’t resist scooting closer to her, reaching a hand up to pull a lock of hair off her face. He wished that he could pull her in and lay kisses on her face, letting her sleep on him all night.
“God, I wish you would see me Y/N. I love you so much and I don’t know how to say it to your face.” He said quietly to her sleeping form, pressing the lightest kiss to the crown of her head, “maybe someday you’ll see me and let me love you sweetheart.”
Kurtis thought his confession fell on deaf ears, but Y/N had woken up a little when the mattress dipped. He loved her? He cherished her like that? No one had ever told her that, not a single boyfriend had ever made her feel like that, and it took Kurtis 5 seconds to say. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she tried so hard to stay still. She wanted to spring up and lay a kiss on his lips, but that would have to be a problem for the next day.
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Y/N woke up before Kurtis the next morning, the sun shining through little cracks in his blinds. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sunk back into the pillows, enjoying the morning quiet. She was on her side facing Kurtis, somehow getting wrapped up nice and close to him in the night. There was enough distance between the two of them that she could see his peaceful face.
The last day came flooding back to her as she looked at him, all topped off with his quiet confession that she wasn’t meant to hear. Her cheeks burned at the thought. She was laying next to the man she had spent countless hours with, but had never truly seen him the way he saw her. Now she could see him, the way he wanted her to. All of a sudden, every touch of the last 12 hours lit her on fire. He had taken the time, again and again for years to comfort her, keep her safe, and make her feel important despite his tremendously busy schedule. She had done her fair share of helping him too, but she hadn’t seen him truly.
For the first time, she admired him close up in this new light. His brown curls were falling over his forehead and the pillow under his head, his brow relaxed in his sleep. She admired the bump in his nose and his long eyelashes cast over his cheeks. There was the yellowish-greenish remainder of a black eye he had gotten about a week ago during a game. She looked at his lips somewhat covered in his mustache. His beard looked scruffy and unkempt from sleeping on it, but she new if she touched his face it would be soft under her fingertips. Soft little snores came from between his lips. Y/N could never forget this moment, as long as she lived. She had never seen someone so beautiful right in front of her.
Right as she was about to scoot closer, he stirred in his sleep, taking a deep breath and blinking his eyes open. She always thought his eyes were the prettiest chocolate brown color. He met her eyes and his face relaxed again, his eyes soft and adoring. Kurtis thought Y/N looked so beautiful in the morning light, hair cast over the pillows and face soft from sleep. Her face was a little swollen from all the crying yesterday, but he didn’t care. She was always beautiful to him.
“G’morning. How do you feel?” He asked, his voice deeper and more gravely than usual, making Y/N melt where she lay.
“Like I cried all night.” She joked, scooting closer to him.
He reached for her, bringing her in for another hug. Kurtis felt completely at peace in this moment, imagining for a second that they weren’t even thinking about her ex, instead enjoying the morning together, kissing and laughing and maybe even rolling around in the sheets for a little while. He rolled onto his back, keeping her tucked into his side while he checked his phone for the time. He put it back down lightning fast, wanting to enjoy the few moments he got in his little fantasy before they had to get up and get her stuff from Chris’s place. Y/N was practically buzzing, his arm like an anchor behind her. He looked back at her, meeting her face, mere inches away.
She couldn’t help herself.
She craned her neck up, meeting his lips in a tentative kiss. He sucked in a surprised breath, eyes widening. He snapped out of it in an instant, kissing her back gently but firmly. He wanted to convey every second of emotion he had felt for her up until this moment. His hand found her jaw, caressing her like he had dreamed of doing for years. He deepened the kiss, pulling her almost on top of him and biting her lip gently. She pulled away, him chasing her lips as she did, looking down at him with a sweet grin.
“W-what was that for Y/N?” He asked softly, his thumb grazing her cheekbone, “I- I don’t… what about Chris? I can’t be a rebound Y/N, I won’t be able to recover-“ The words falling out of his mouth before he could catch himself.
She placed her finger on his lips, silencing him, then left a soft kiss in its place, “I know, K. I may or may not have heard you last night, Ive had a few hours to really think about it.” She teased lightly, his eyes widening in surprise.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that! I just… didn’t know how you’d react. I can’t stop feeling like this Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said, speaking like he was caught up in his own thoughts.
She kissed him again then, trying to show him that she felt the same, “I love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Parroting his words back at him.
This time, he leaned up and kissed her. He finally indulged in what he desired for years. His right hand cradled the back of her head, his left snaking down to her lower back, keeping her against him. He rolled them over, his arms caging her in. His legs were still off to the side, but they were basically intertwined. She let out the slightest noise, one that he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close. It lit him on fire inside, beyond anything he had ever felt.
He pulled back, looking down at her, practically drinking her in. She looked up at him peacefully, hair strewn on the pillow in a halo around her head. the shirt she had innocently thrown on last night was striking a possessive chord in him, her body practically engulfed in the soft fabric. She finally looked like she was his, and all he had to do was take that leap with her.
Kurtis kissed Y/N with more hunger, letting himself explore her mouth while she explored his. His hands traveled her body, touching and tracing, learning her body again in a way that he hadn’t before.
For Y/N, this was something entirely new and precious in every way. he seemed to be tuned to her perfectly, drawing out sensations she had never experienced with anyone else. His touch was so gentle and uniquely him, his kiss so fiery it made her feel like she was in her own fairytale.
He began kissing and lightly nipping at her neck, drawing a wet path of kisses over to her ear and down. His other hand smoothed across her waist and around the side of her boob, almost teasing her with the anticipation. Her hands were wandering over the vast expanse of his back and through his hair. She committed every ridge and valley to memory, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles.
He sat up suddenly, falling back on his knees and pulling his shirt up and over his head, revealing his broad chest and shoulders. Y/N melted on the spot, letting out a pleased little giggle. he smiled back at her, moving over so he was directly in front of her. His hands found her knees in front of him, rubbing the pad of his thumb across them.
“You’re so pretty Y/N..” he said, letting his eyes rake over her again.
“You’re so handsome K.” She said, making him smile hard enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes.
He sank back down on top of her, making her legs part to make room for him. He laid some smiley kisses on her lips and cheeks, letting his hands wander to the hem of his shirt. He pulled up slowly, silently asking for her consent to take it all the way off of her. She sat up a little bit, letting him pull it off and throw it in a random direction behind him.
They had seen each other in varying states of undress over the years. Y/N had seen him work out on his balcony during summers, pretending to read while having internal monologue about why women loved him so much, like Jesus was he toned. One summer, Kurtis accidentally walked in on her changing into her swimsuit the year he took her to Cabo with him over all star break. He told her he hadn’t seen anything and they both laughed it off, drinking cocktails and enjoying the beach. He had seen just a sliver of pretty skin before slapping his hand over his eyes. He felt so thirsty for that little peek, but he had thought about it over the years during lonely nights in his hotel. All of that was no match for what was in front of him.
Her breasts were beyond perfect. She looked so beautiful laying there, waiting for him to make his next move. She suddenly felt more vulnerable, like his eyes were burning holes in her body. Those feelings washed away as he ran his fingers over her, letting his thumbs graze her nipples. It turned him on to no end watching how she reacted to his touches. Her back arched and twitched, moving to get more contact with him. Y/N let out little moans and sighs, letting her eyes flutter close from the sensation. This was exactly what he wanted.
He leaned back down, leaving another trail of kisses along the column of her throat, then collarbones, then the valley between her tits. He payed attention to one, sucking and playing with one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. The sounds she was making were growing louder, ringing desperately in his ears. He wished he could hear her like this for eternity.
“You sound so pretty…” he said, observant as always. His voice was still deep and gravely, making his praise that much better.
She was wound up enough that she was getting a little desperate for more. She wanted everything he had to offer, and wanted him to have all of her, finally. Her hand reached between them, playing with the string holding his shorts up. Her thumb found its way under the waistband of both his shorts and boxers, playfully snapping them back against him. He let out a little groan, spurring her on that much more.
“Can I please?” She asked, grabbing onto the waistband of his shorts.
“Yeah…” he breathed, his mind short circuiting a bit.
He sat up again, coming to the side of his king bed so she could pull his shorts off, letting them pool around his ankles before he stepped out of them. he reached for hers too, directing her to lift her hips so he could slide them off. His hands stayed by band of her panties, playing with it. Y/N sat up so her face was now about level with his abdomen.
“What do you like?” Kurtis asked quietly, letting his hands fall on the sides of her face so he could draw it up.
“I-I like a lot of things. I like your lips… I like your hands… I like you, K.” She said, her voice coming out a little squished sounding from his palms squeezing her cheeks, “w-what do you like?”
“Hmm. I like those things too, In fact I love those things. I like your voice too.” He said, letting his hands fall to the back of her neck so he could kiss her “I like all of you. I want you to enjoy this with me…”
Those soft words coming from between kisses made Y/N melt, her panties almost soaking through. Of course she had slept with a handful of guys before this, but none of them, not even Chris, we’re like this. Kurtis had a way of making each of his few words so effective, driving her crazy. She felt so wanted and safe with him.
Her lips found his abs, kissing down to his navel. She kissed each side, sucking a light mark into the left side before continuing down his happy trail. Kurtis was looking down in awe at his girl, his hands carding through her hair as she kissed along the hair on his happy trail. Her hands were on his hips, rubbing his hipbones and exploring the cut of his hips that was exposed. All this touching and kissing was making him a little desperate, groans coming from deep in his throat. It was her turn to wish to hear him like this forever.
She pushed him back a little, hooking her fingers into the band of his boxers, “can I?” She asked, and he nodded vigorously.
She giggled at his eager response before pulling them down, again letting him step out of them. He was hard, painfully so, and the first word that came to mind for Y/N was ‘proportional’. She practically salivated at the sight.
“Please let me taste…” she said, somewhat shyly, and he giggled and stepped up, putting his fingers back into her locks.
“God you’re so perfect.” He murmured as her lips wrapped around the tip.
She took it slow and teasing, listening to him moan and sigh above her. She couldn’t take all of him, so one hand came up to pump the rest. The other hand rested on his thigh, feeling the corded muscles move under her touch. It all felt a little sloppy and dirty, but that turned her on even more. He was coated in her spit, making a wet sound as she took more of him. She pulled off every once in a while, catching her breath. The more she did, the closer he got. Eventually, he grabbed a gentle fistful of her hair and pulled her off him, taking an extra beat to appreciate her sweet face
“You’re so good for me, but it’s my turn.” He said, giving her a kiss and pushing her back.
she laid back, letting him pull her panties down. She was practically sopping wet now; his gentle possessiveness really did something to her. He fell to his knees, her legs coming up over his shoulders. He brought one hand up to cross over her hips, the other coming to run through her folds. She tried to wiggle, but his grip had her firmly in place. Moans came tumbling from her lips as he attached his to her pussy, diving in like a starved man.
His fingers were long and rugged, finding the perfect spot deep in her while his tongue made strong strokes over her clit. Her body was shaking with pleasure as he kept on. Kurtis listened to her moans and whines, paying attention to every little thing, trying to find out what worked for her. His fingers and tongue fell in step with each other, coming to a slow rhythmic pace.
“P-please! I’m s-so close K… please don’t stop!” Y/N begged, her voice coming out used.
Kurtis had never felt so alive. His girl had the prettiest moans, the gentlest hands, and the sweetest pussy he had ever seen or tasted. It was like he pulled her out of a dream and into his room. All the years of pining for her led up to this moment, and he was impressed beyond his wildest dreams.
“K-Kurtis!!” She moaned, high pitched and whiney as her orgasm hit her strong.
Y/N felt like her insides had been turned to magma. Both of her hands tightened into fists as her body shook, one in his hair and the other in the sheets below her. He kept up his movements at a slightly gentler pressure, working her through it and letting her come down. He got up from the ground, kissing up her body and neck till he reached her lips again. She could taste herself on his lips, his beard shiny and sticky from her.
“God, so fucking perfect Y/N…” he said again, giving her a moment to calm down and relax.
“Do you have a condom?” She breathed, letting her hands wander the expanse of his chest and shoulders.
He turned wordlessly to the nightstand beside them, opening the drawer and pulling out a new box of condoms. She had a giggle at the passing thought that he had been prepared for this moment by buying an entirely new box, even though that probably wasn’t true. He used his car key sitting on the nightstand to open the plastic and pull out a condom. He tore the foil with his teeth, reaching down to roll it over his length.
In the meantime, Y/N had scooted up the bed again, turning onto her side to face him in all of her naked glory. She watched as he straightened up, absolutely towering over her. His eyes were intense and lustful, yet endearing and excited. This was exactly what she needed from someone, a romantic yet lighthearted experience.
“How do you want me, Kurtis?” She asked as he kneeled on the bed in front of her again.
He thought for a split second, “on your back, I wanna look at you.” He murmured.
She loved his sureness and his steady voice, he had always had those but it felt different in this new light. His hand found her side again, pushing her over so she was on her back with her head on top of the pillows. He crawled up between her legs and caged her in with his arms. One of her hands came up to touch his scruffy face, the other falling next to her head on the pillow.
“You ready love?” He asked so gently, his dick hot against her.
“Yes, take what you need K.” She said, his eyes darkening.
That’s all he needed to reach down and align himself with her, pushing forward slowly so they could really feel every inch of each other. Both of their jaws fell open, letting sighs and soft moans flow out of their mouths. Kurtis basked in the warm, tight wetness, letting it consume every nerve. Y/N could feel every ridge against her sensitive insides, feeling split open in the best way possible.
Once his hipbones made contact with the backs of her thighs, he stilled, letting them both take a moment to adjust and prepare. Kurtis new that she would feel beyond anything he could dream, but this moment blew every dream he ever had about her out of the water. It was like they were made for each other. She overtook his senses, nothing else mattering to him. She felt the same way. She didn’t even need to voice it.
“You feel so good.” He said into her ear, feeling her shiver, “taking me so well love.”
He drew back about halfway before pushing in again, drawing out a soft moan from her lips. He set a deep pace, trying to find the spots inside her that made her squirm. He took a self indulgent moment to look down at where they were connected, watching himself disappear into her.
Her moans got louder, coming out a little more whiny and high pitched as he learned her. Her hand covered her mouth, muffling the sounds. He grabbed her hand and held it under his own so she couldn’t cover her pretty sounds. He wanted to hear what he was doing to her, he wanted it to ring in his ears forever.
“Feels s-so good Kurtis. Keep going just like t-that…” she said into his ear.
Y/N loved his sounds too. He sighed and groaned, leaving little kisses on her face and neck as he moved. He was driving her crazy with every move. He could reach every spot and graze every area, keeping her on a slow and steady path to paradise. She could barely keep her eyes open with how intense it all was.
As promised, Kurtis watched her too. He watched her face contort in pleasure and her mouth fall open when he grazed her g spot. He could feel her winding up, closer and closer to the edge. His face found the crook of her neck, laying kisses and bites right on the curve of her neck. Kurtis was getting so close, his muscles contracting on top of her.
“Come on Y/N… that’s it love…” he encouraged, feeling her flutter around him at the pet name “I can’t hold on much longer baby.”
“Touch me K… please!” She almost whined out, making Kurtis smile a little cocky.
He reached between them and rubbed her clit again, making her gasp and writhe. Her hips were grinding against him, moving independently of her mind. He could feel her wetness leaking around them, covering his fingers and his dick. He had never felt anything better.
“Come with me baby, fuckkk, come on.” He encouraged, feeling her orgasm coming on quickly.
This orgasm was intense and devouring, her mouth stuck open and her back arched. She let out a high pitched sound, gasping and shaking as he rubbed her through it. A few pumps later, Kurtis was coming too. His muscles were flexed and taught. He grunted and moaned in her ear, letting them both come down. In the heat of the moment, he grabbed her, still connected, and rolled them over so she was laying directly on top of him, chest to chest.
Kurtis giggled. He couldn’t help himself.
His big hands found her back, running up and down in an attempt to help her catch her breath. Her arms were at his sides, wrapping around his torso to keep them as close as possible. He laid kisses against her head too.
“God, you’re fucking incredible.” He said, making Y/N laugh.
“You are too K. We should have tried this sooo long ago.” She joked, looking up at him with her chin resting on his chest.
They stayed like that for what felt like forever, but was probably five minutes. Eventually, his hands found her hips, wordlessly encouraging her to move up and off his dick so they could clean up. The wet sound and pop of them separating almost sent Kurtis into another horny fantasy, but he let her roll off of him and sit up. They went together into the bathroom, brushing teeth and cleaning themselves up.
The moment was so domestic despite their activities for the morning. He could see himself doing this every morning for the rest of his life. She was so perfect for him, and he was so perfect for her. He watched her run a warm washcloth over her face, her mouth stretching into a yawn. Her hand found a hickey he had left on the side of her bare breast, making her smile.
“You tired me out k, can we cuddle and doze for a little?” She asked, and he simply nodded.
“Then we gotta go get your stuff from Chris love.” He said, kinda hating the way chris’s name tasted on his tongue.
She sighed, and agreed, making her way back to the bed to lay down. He pulled her into his side, feeling her body relax back into sleep. He leaned down, planting a featherlight kiss on the crown of her head and the shell of her ear too. Kurtis had finally gotten what he wanted, his missing piece.
“Thank you, my love.”
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