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aworldinsideaperson · 8 years ago

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The ABCs: A Riverdale Fanfiction-Fourteen

Introduction/AN: I’m sorry this took so long I am really just going through it with life atm. I am not CRAZY about the chapter but it’s not the worst chapter either. Look for Beronica (OTP) foreshadowing! And as always let me know what you think!

Word Count: 1,787

Warnings: None that I can think of? Swearing if you need that as a warning?

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Side Note: If you asked to be tagged and I didn’t tag you please send me a message or ask again, I had all the names saved on a document and I guess it didn’t save the updated version of it so these were the only ones that were left on there. Or if you want to be tagged in general just ask.

Chapter Fourteen: Girl’s Date at Pop’s

Cassie sat alone in a booth at Pop’s, tapping her freshly painted nails against the table as she waited for two girls to walk through the door. Betty and Veronica weren’t long though the breathtaking brunette holding the door open for her beautiful blonde friend as they made their way into the building. The took a quick look around before spotting Cassie and walked over to her, sliding into the booth across from her.

“Hey, how are you girls?” Cassie asked with a sweet smile.

“We’re good, you?” Betty replied.

Cassie nodded and looked towards Veronica “I’m good, did you enjoy the drive in last night?”

“Yeah, that was a great movie. Jughead played your favorite.” Veronica said with a slight smirk.

Cassie took a deep breath and nodded. While she had been so happy by Jughead keeping his silly promise she also hadn’t thought that someone may have taken notice. “I noticed. Totally unexpected but wasn’t it great?” She asked in an attempt to play it off.

“Definitely.” The two girls across from her nodded.

Hermione then Lodge stepped up to the table holding her note pad and a pencil.“Can I get you ladies anything?” She asked with a polite smile. The girls nodded and placed their orders watching as Mrs. Lodge walked away before continuing their conversation.

“So, are you liking being River Vixens so far?”

“Yeah, it’s everything I thought it would be.” Betty replied in almost a whisper, as if afraid that someone might hear.

“It reminds me of my old school so that’s always nice.”

“How is the transition going, between going to a big all girls school in the city to a small co-ed in the middle of nowhere?” Cassie asked with a giggle in her voice attempting to lighten the mood. It was very evident to anyone looking upon the girls that they weren’t quite comfortable, stiff with forced smiles and laughs. While they all liked one another and B and V were incredibly close neither of them really knew what to do with Cassie or how much of a friend she could or would be to them.

“Good, it’s certainly easier to get dates at school. Not that I had any problems with it before.” She smiled and turned to glance at Betty as her mother stepped up to the table with a tray.

“Here you go ladies, fries, a coffee, a coke, and a shake.” Smiles at the girls as she placed the items on the table, the three girls thanked her before she walked away then turned back to their conversation.

“Jason says that practically the entire football team is after you for dates.” Cassie gushed before taking a sip of her coke.

“And she keeps rejecting them.” Betty interjected a smile and a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

“Not interested?” Cassie questioned Veronica wide eyed.

Veronica shook her head. “Not bored enough yet.” She insisted causing all three girls at the table to laugh.

Cassie looked to the blonde. “What about you Betty? You’ve certainly blossomed. Any boys in your life or are you still on the never ending Archie train?” She inquired.

Betty nodded and looked down at the table. “I’ve been seeing people.”

“She went on one date and kissed one boy.” Veronica intergected

Betty’s head shot back up to look at the girl across from her with wide eyes. “But I’m over Archie!” She insisted quickly in a defensive tone.

“Good. He didn’t deserve you anyway. You should go out more though, what about-” She cut herself off, whispering his name as she watched him walk through the door. “Jughead.”

Betty squinted her eyes in confusion “Jughead?”

“Oh, ugh, Jughead’s here.” Cassie replied quickly.

The two girls turned around to see their friend standing just inside the doorway. “Juggie? Hey!”Betty exclaimed with a smile.

Jughead turned to them, caught off guard by the encounter. “Hey.” He replied.

“Do you want to join us?” Veronica offered, turning back to look at Cassie for a moment before turning back to Jughead.

He was still and quiet for a moment before shaking his head. “Ugh, no thanks. I’m going to write.” He said pointing to his bag.

“Alright, well we’ll be here if you change your mind.”Betty said with a smile.

Jughead nodded replied with a quick, “Yup.” then made his way to a booth on the other side of the dinner.

The two girls turned back around to face Cassie whose eyes were now staring into her coke. “What is up with you two? I can smell the tension from a mile away.” Veronica asked taking a dainty sip of her coffee.

Cassie sighed and shook her head. “It’s nothing V, really. Anyway, quickly changing the subject, are you two excited for homecoming?” She asked a wide grin painted onto her face.

Veronica perked up slightly “Homecoming?”

“You haven’t told her about homecoming yet?” Cassie asked Betty with wide eyes.

“I totally forgot. That’s coming up soon isn’t it?” Betty questioned.

Cassie nodded. “Next week.”

Betty looked down, stirring her shake with the straw. “My mom probably won’t let me go.”

Cassie and Veronica both gasped. “Unacceptable!” They exclaimed in unison.

Betty’s head shot up and she looked quickly back and forth between the two girls who were each equally shocked by what had just happened. Cassie looked at Veronica with wide eyes, taking a deep breath before turning to Betty and continuing the conversation. “Okay that was weird, but yeah, totally unacceptable. You are a River Vixen, it’s an unwritten rule that you must participate in all homecoming week activities, that includes the game, the parade, and, most importantly, the homecoming dance. You have to go, unless you want Cheryl on your case for the rest of the season if not your entire life.” She whispered the last bit harshly causing the three of them to laugh lightly. “Seriously though, you will show up to your twenty year high school reunion, run into Cheryl and she will still bring up the fact that you didn’t go to homecoming your sophomore year of high school, then you’ll tell her that at least you got out of this town when she never did. Then I’ll have to be mad at you even though I’ll think you’re right because if I don’t the ABCs will get mad at me and then you’ll get to go back to wherever you’re living and my life will be a total cluster fuck all beacuse you did not go to this silly little dance.” Cassie exaggerated causing the two other girls to giggle even more viciously than before. “In all seriousness though, you should go. You’ll have fun, which I don’t think is a word you actually know the mean of.” She finally finished, taking a sip of her drink.

“I know how to have fun.” Betty insisted causing both brunettes to give her a questioning look. “Don’t look at me like that!”

Veronica placed her hand lightly on Betty’s arm to calm her. “For real, we are so going. We can go dress shopping and get ready together. Come on, I’ve never had girl friends that I could do this with in New York. Don’t deprive me of this iconic high school experience.” She pleaded, resting her head against Betty’s shoulder.

Betty looked at her and sighed. “Fine, but Cassie has to come along.”

“Wait, really?” Cassie asked in shock.

Veronica shot off of Betty’s shoulder with a grin. “Oh god yes! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“We could get ready at my place, Cheryl, Lily, and I usually get ready together though.” Cassie offered.

“That’s fine, the more the merrier.” Veronica insisted.

“I hope they see it that way.” Cassie mumbled.

“Oh my god, I am so excited I can’t even wait. Let’s go tomorrow after practice?” Veronica offered in an excited tone looking towards Betty.

Betty nodded and turned to Cassie. “Sounds okay with me.”

“Me too, I’ll have Carter drop us off. As long as you don’t mind riding in an obnoxious red Bentley.” She said with a chuckle.

Veronica’s eyes grew wide again. “Bentley? As in like the car?”

Cassie nodded. “Well, Carter named it Morpheus or something, but yeah. Bentley Motors. You have to have seen it in the school’s parking lot. Four expensive red cars all in a row. Hard to miss.” She mumbled.

“Yeah but I didn’t know the Bentley was your brother’s. I honestly thought he was the Porsche.” Veronica explained.

“Nope, Lily’s the Porsche.” Cassie corrected.

“I thought she had a mini cooper.” Betty added, thinking back to Lily pulling up to school the day after her birthday with the top of the bright red mini rolled down singing at the top of her lungs with the girl that was currently sitting across from her.

“She totaled it this summer.” Cassie explained, remember the the call she had gotten from her very distressed brother in mid August.

“How?” Veronica asked.

“Well, she thought she saw Carter looking at another girl. She went off the deep end and drove the mini cooper through the beach house they were staying.”

“Oh god.” Betty mumbled, placing her hand over her mouth in shock.

“Yeah, she goes to anger management classes once a week but she’s better now. I think it’s probably because her and Carter went to the cabin alone at the end of summer, which can only mean that they started fucking which probably takes a lot of tension away.” Cassie’s eyes grew wide as she realized what she had just said. “Oh my god, forget I said that.”

“Okay, but what does being alone at the cabin have to do with having sex?” Veronica asked.

“It’s an ABC thing, but don’t worry about it. Forget I said anything, it was nice hanging out with you guys and I can’t wait to do it again, Lunch is on me. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Cassie dug through her purse before pulling out several bills and dropping them on the table. She then stood up and waved to the two girls still in the booth. “Bye.”

“Bye.” They said with a wave.

Cassie began to walk away from the table and towards the door. On her way out she took a look at Jughead, watching him for a short moment as his fingers typed at the keys, his eyes glued to the screen, the same way she had seen him the first time that summer and a million times since then. Then she walked out of the door to Pop’s, pulling the ring from her pocket and slipping it onto her finger as she made her way down the street.

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hkvoyage · 8 years ago

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Fic: Butterfly Wings - Chapter 40

Story summary A fashion blog started at University launched Blaine Anderson’s fortune and fame. As Vogue’s new editor-in-chief, he is struggling to find an original angle for an upcoming issue. Kurt Hummel has recently arrived in New York City after finishing high school, and is having no luck building a musical theater career, so he decides to explore another passion of his: fashion. He applies for an internship at Vogue, and Isabelle sees in him the perfect fresh face to liven up the magazine, and convinces him to try out as a model. Kurt meets Blaine, and in spite of their 10-year age difference, sparks fly. Can they overcome misunderstandings and sabotage to find their happily-ever-after? Klaine model AU. Rating for this chapter: Mature (overall story is mature) Word count for this chapter: 4,946 Can also be read on A03 / FF Masterpost is here. The fantastic story artwork produced by Cassie at @cc-graphics can be here. Thank you to the amazing @lilyvandersteen for the beta work and support. ***** “The success of Yoga does not lie in the ability to perform postures but in how it positively changes the way we live our life and our relationships.” - T.K.V. Desikachar August Blaine enters the penthouse early in the morning and sets down his carry-on suitcase. It was a hectic three-day trip, but it was so totally worth it. Kurt has been really busy with his summer courses, spending every free moment at the FIT jewelry workshop. Instead of sitting home and feeling sorry for himself, Blaine had decided to fly to LA while Kurt finished the final coursework. “Is that you, Blaine?” he hears Kurt calling out. Soon he has an armful of Kurt, who wraps his legs around Blaine’s waist. “Good morning, my love. God, I missed you so much,” Blaine murmurs, kissing Kurt and holding onto him tightly. If this is the welcome home he gets, then Blaine thinks he might have to take a few more short trips away.

“I’m so happy you’re home. I missed you too. Let’s have breakfast and you can tell me all about your trip.” Within minutes, Amy has the table laden with blueberry pancakes, bacon, fresh fruit salad, freshly pressed orange juice, and a pot of coffee. “All my favorite foods! You spoil me, Amy,” Blaine declares, starving after the red-eye flight he has taken. “Kurt isn’t the only one who misses you when you’re away, Mr. A. Unless you need anything else, I’m off to the Greenmarket over in Brooklyn. I hear this season’s Georgia peaches are in. I won’t be back until 1 p.m.” When Amy has left the penthouse, Kurt bursts out into laughter. “What’s so funny?” Blaine asks. “The Greenmarket isn’t open today, and I spotted a boxful of peaches in the laundry area last night. Amy is making herself scarce to give us some alone time. Now, tell me all about the trip.” “Sam and Mercedes are doing fine, although they haven’t had much sleep since the baby was born. I insisted on doing all the middle-of-the-night feeds. Monica is so gorgeous and sweet that I almost packed her into my suitcase to bring her home with me. I swear she smiled at me, but Mercedes insisted that it’s too early for that.” Blaine hands over his tablet so that Kurt can see the hundreds of photos taken over the three-day trip. Most of them show Blaine positively glowing with a baby in his arms. “Did you finish your end-of-term projects?” “I handed them in yesterday afternoon. I’m rather proud of the jewelry designs.” “You’ll have to show me later, maybe after 1 p.m.? I can think of a few other ways to spend the next four hours before Amy returns,” Blaine whispers hotly into Kurt’s ear. ***** Blaine enters Le Bernardin, and the maitre d' whisks him off to a table in the center of the restaurant, where Sebastian is waiting for him. “Sebastian, good to see you. I can’t believe you managed to book a table here at such short notice.” “You’re not the only one who has connections. When I told them that my guest would be Blaine Anderson, they practically wetted themselves thinking of the publicity that the restaurant would get with us dining together.” “I guess that explains the high-profile table,” Blaine chuckles. They select their seafood courses from the prix-fixe menu, and two glasses of Krug champagne that Sebastian had ordered earlier are poured. “I’m surprised that Tickle-Me-Doughface let you join me for lunch,” Sebastian smirks. “Do not call Kurt that,” Blaine growls. “If you’re just going to throw insults at us, I’m leaving.” “Okay, simmer down. I didn’t think that would hit a nerve.” “Well, it did. Treat my boyfriend with respect. So why did you invite me to lunch, Sebastian?” “I read the interview that was in Vogue’s June issue. Frankly, what you said about us surprised me.” “I thought it would. You see, Sebastian, in a weird way, I think you bring out the best in me at work. I know how smart you are, I know how you operate and I try to keep up. It focuses me to make Vogue the top-selling magazine.” “It’s working. Elle’s circulation numbers are down since Kurt left. Maybe if I pretend to be your friend, you’ll take the eye off the ball,” Sebastian snorts. “I’m tired of playing games with you, Sebastian. I don’t think there are any winners in the end – just other people like Chandler and Kurt that get hurt by our tactics. Let’s call a truce.” “I can’t promise that, Blaine. After all, my number one goal is to have Elle on top. What I can promise you, though, is that I’ll make it less personal. Believe it or not, Blaine, I admire you as well.” The first course of raw oysters is served, and they eat and chat about the Monarch Foundation. “I really appreciate your generous donation, Sebastian. We’re using the money to buy a property in Defiance, Ohio.” Sebastian laughs. “I love that my money will be used for a Monarch House in a town called Defiance. It pretty much sums me up, particularly when I was a teenager.” “I can’t imagine what you got up to in Paris, before attending Dalton,” Blaine remarks cautiously, not sure where this conversation is heading. “Oh, it started way earlier than that, Blainey. The summer before starting high school, my father got me a job at the State Attorney’s mailroom. There was a really hot college intern who started hitting on me, and we messed around. One lunchtime, the state attorney general himself caught us in the mailroom - I was fucking the intern’s brains out. Later, the intern claimed I was raping him and he wasn’t gay.” “You were the one underage, not him. What he did… It’s called statutory rape!” Blaine exclaims. “I wasn’t in the position to argue finer legal points with the state attorney general, was I? The way he and my father saw it, I was the aggressor, because I was topping. To make matters worse, I hadn’t come out to anyone! The state attorney general conveniently found a one-year position in Paris for my father at the Bureau du Procureur. The next week, we were on the plane.” “That sounds awful. I can’t imagine going through that at fourteen years old.” “My parents said I was a disgrace to the Smythe name and enrolled me in a French boarding school. I decided right then that I couldn’t ever depend on anyone but myself. At school, the French boys were attracted to the new American boy, and I fucked them all – it made me feel powerful. Once the gossip calmed down, we returned to Ohio, and I was enrolled at Dalton.” “Wow. I didn’t know, Sebastian.” “I think it would really have helped if there had been a place like the Monarch House I could go to that summer when I worked in the mailroom. I think I would have come out to my family before the scandal happened, and I would have known what to expect when it came to sex.” The main course of Dover sole is presented, and the conversation turns light and breezy, remembering Warbler antics and updating each other with news in their lives. When they’ve finished their meal and walk out of the restaurant, there are dozens of paparazzi taking photos of them. Sebastian and Blaine smile for the cameras and joke about their friendly rivalry. When Sebastian goes to shake Blaine’s hand, Blaine pulls him in for a one-armed hug, and the paps go wild, because it’s the exact same pose as the photo taken during their Dalton years that was featured in Vogue. Once Blaine sets off in a separate direction from Sebastian and turns the corner, he whips out his phone and sends Kurt a text. Lunch with Seb went great. Paps swamped us at the end. We posed for pictures. Blaine certainly doesn’t want Kurt to misinterpret the photos that are probably already on Twitter. Blaine realizes how far they have come in such a short time when he reads Kurt’s reply. Yeah, I’ve seen them. You are so much hotter than Seb ;). Fans think Klaine rules over Seblaine. I do too! K xx. Weeks ago, the paparazzi discovered that Kurt was his boyfriend, when he left Blaine’s apartment building one early morning to go to class. Initially, there was a media frenzy, and Blaine had insisted that Bentley drive Kurt to and from FIT. Once the media realized that he and Kurt did everyday things – and didn’t have public sex in nightclubs - they soon got bored of following them and turned their attention to an actor who insisted he was straight, but acted like a tart at gay clubs. Blaine checks his watch, and it’s 2:30 p.m. There’s nothing pressing at work, so he decides to go home and start the weekend early. Kurt is spending the day browsing the vintage jewelry and antique shops in the Village to get inspiration for future designs. When Blaine enters the penthouse, he immediately goes into the kitchen to let Amy know that he’s home. He can’t find her, but notices her laptop open on the kitchen counter. Amy uses it to find new recipes on the Internet. Blaine walks over to the computer to see what’s on the menu for tonight. However, Blaine notices that instead of a recipe, a Word document is open. Kevin licks his lips when he sees Brian’s hands and feet tied to the bed, spread out for before him. Brian is in for a very long night, and if he’s lucky, Kevin will let him cum. Kevin pulls out the large chest from the closet and slowly opens it. He can sense that Brian is watching every move that he makes. Kevin bends over, making sure to show off his ass, and takes out a blindfold, gag, and leather restraints. It’s going to be a long night of pleasure and pain. Brian whimpers when he sees… Blaine doesn’t recall an e-mail notification that KrianFeels has updated the Breakout fic, and then it dawns on him. “Blaine! I wasn’t expecting you home so early. Is everything all right?” Amy asks as she walks into the kitchen. “You’re KrianFeels!” Amy blushes profusely and grabs the laptop to snap it shut. “All this time, you knew that Sam and I read KrianFeels’ stories. And it was you! How did you even…?” Amy sighs. “I guess I should start at the beginning. When you and Sam started reading Breakout fics, I went on the Internet to check them out for myself. I thought they were pretty lame – way too romantic and fluffy for my liking. Then I created a username and went on to Tumblr and discovered the kink meme board - that was a real eye opener. I decided I could do a much better job of it, so I started writing fic. You and Sam loved the stories so much that I kept on writing.” “How do you even know about these things? You’re not even gay!” “Hey, you don’t need to be a murderer to be a mystery writer. I research on the Internet, chat online with Tumblr friends, and I read stuff. I might be middle-aged, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a creative and active imagination.” “This is a whole different side to you that I didn’t know existed,” Blaine laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t tell Sam, Mr. A.! Let me have my fun. He’s my number one reviewer and I love reading his reactions. I try to fill every prompt that he gives me.” “Oh. My. God. You’re JiffyFeels too!” “The one and only. Now if you excuse me, I need to go into the other room and die of embarrassment.” “Don’t do that, Amy. Actually, I think it’s pretty hilarious. Sam and I have always assumed that KrianFeels was a gay man. It’s not going to affect anything between us. I promise I won’t mention it to Sam. Take the afternoon off and go finish that chapter.” Amy gathers her things and waits in the private lobby for the elevator. Blaine pokes his head out the main door and says, “Amy, one more thing. For god’s sake, let Brian cum. He’s been waiting for weeks.” Blaine goes to the piano and starts his warm-up exercises, chuckling at the image of Amy hunched over her computer at night writing gay smut for his and Sam’s enjoyment. A little tune comes into his head, and soon Blaine is working on the chorus.

Well surprise, surprise, surprise Yeah surprise, surprise, surprise Well surprise, surprise, come on open your eyes And let your love shine down Blaine stops when he realizes that he’s started to compose a new song. Yesterday’s meeting at SONY records with Marley Rose and Connor was a real eye opener. When the SONY executives realized that Blaine composed the music for Marley Rose’s ‘All or Nothing’, they offered him a recording contract on the spot. Connor had predicted this, and so Blaine was prepared.

Blaine informed the SONY executives that he didn’t want a solo career as a musician. He was more interested in songwriting and eventually producing for other artists. He agreed to work with Marley Rose on her solo album, providing songs and back-up vocals where needed. However, no-one was to know that this was Blaine’s work - he would use a pseudonym. In addition, SONY would need to donate 1% of the sale proceeds to the Monarch Foundation. The SONY executives reluctantly agreed to Blaine’s terms. While they wanted Blaine to front his own songs, they quickly realized that Blaine would not compromise on the matter. Blaine wonders how he’ll find the time to work on new songs, join Marley Rose in the recording studio, run Vogue, and spend time with Kurt. He decides to put this dilemma on the backburner until he and Kurt have their holiday together soon.

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After messing around on the piano, Blaine takes a long hot shower and then lies down on the bed to cool off before getting dressed. His body’s feeling loose and relaxed, and he lets his fingers brush down his chest. The latest installment of Amy’s has him wondering what he and Kurt might put in a toy chest. There’s so many possibilities, so many combinations, so many ways they can make each other feel good. Blaine picks up his phone and sends Kurt a text. Came home early. I gave Amy the rest of the day off. I’m lonely, so hurry back ;) – B xx Blaine thinks of Kurt’s body – the taut muscles of his chest, the biceps, the endless legs, the wide expanse of creamy soft skin. Blaine hugs Kurt’s pillow to breathe in the scent. Blaine imagines how Kurt’s cock feels and tastes in his mouth. God, if Kurt doesn’t get home soon he’s going to explode. Blaine eagerly grabs his phone when he hears a new notification ping. On my way home, lover boy. I’ll see you in 15 min. K xxx Blaine is horny and wants sex as soon as Kurt walks into the penthouse. But pouncing on his boyfriend and fucking him against the wall probably isn’t a smooth move, so Blaine comes up with another idea. ***** When Kurt enters the penthouse, Blaine’s yoga playlist fills the penthouse with music. Instead of wearing his usual yoga gear, Blaine has opted for the tightest fitting pair of lycra shorts that he owns, and no shirt. Blaine is sitting in the cross-legged ‘lotus’ position, with hands in front of his body as if he’s praying. “Namaste,” Blaine says calmly. Blaine allows his body to flow into the ‘seated twist’ pose, making sure that Kurt gets a little glimpse of his right ass cheek. He then glides down on the mat in time with the music. Blaine places his hands by his side, then presses his feet into the mat and lifts his hips high in the air to do the ‘bridge’ pose. Blaine hears a gasp from the other side of the room, which encourages him to continue. Blaine gracefully rolls to his stomach and places his hands a few inches in front of his shoulders. With one quick move, he jacks his ass up into the ‘downward dog’ pose. Blaine is physically prepared for Kurt to ravish him, and disappointment sinks in when he hears Kurt sit down on the couch, which is in the opposite direction of his ass. Still, he has one more trick up his sleeve. Blaine drops from the pose, curls his body into a ball and turns 180 degrees so that his face is in the opposite direction of Kurt. He slowly rises to his feet and stretches his arms above his head. He spreads his legs three feet apart, lowers his upper body, and clasps his ankle into the ‘standing straddle forward bend’ pose. Blaine can hear Kurt’s heavy panting for a minute, but there’s still no action. Blaine carefully moves his right hand and brings out the condom and packet of lube that he placed under the yoga mat earlier, making it even more obvious what he wants. “God Blaine, you really want me so badly. Take off your shorts and get back in that position,” Kurt says in a low authoritative voice. Kurt’s command goes straight to Blaine’s cock, which is leaking with precum. Usually, Kurt is so quiet during sex – breathy sighs and muted grunts – but this Kurt turns him on. Blaine peels off the lycra shorts, taking his own sweet time to slowly reveal his ass. He tosses the shorts aside and gets back in his previous position, taking deep breaths to ready himself for Kurt’s fingers. He can hear Kurt take off his shirt, undo his belt, and unzip the fly of his trousers. Just when the suspense is killing him, he feels soft lips kiss on his ass instead of the fingers he expected. Holy shit! Blaine’s arms tremble as Kurt gives him kitten licks around his puckered hole, squeezing his ass roughly. The combination of the rough and the smooth sensations is turning Blaine on, and he lets out a groan. “Oh my god… That feels fantastic… Kurt… Don’t stop… ghh…” Kurt flattens his tongue and takes a long swipe from his hole down to his balls. Kurt takes one in his mouth and slowly sucks, while his finger is circling Blaine’s hole. “Fucking hell… I need something inside me… More!” Blaine cries out. Kurt rolls his tongue and thrusts it as deep as it will go inside him. Every nerve in Blaine’s body is on edge. When Kurt slips a finger inside next to his tongue, Blaine whimpers at the feeling. Soon Kurt has three fingers inside, twisting and rubbing his prostrate. Blaine’s entire body trembles and drops, not able to hold the position any more. “I’m sorry.’ Blaine sobs. “Maybe if I do the advanced yoga class…” Blaine can feel the weight of Kurt’s naked body over him, and gentle kisses along his shoulders and neck. It grounds him and makes him feel safe. “Don’t ever say sorry for what you need or what you can’t handle. I need to know what makes you feel good. Now tell me what you want.” Blaine’s cock is still throbbing, and god, he wants more. “I want to feel you inside me so badly. I want… I want you to claim me as yours. If you don’t fuck me right now, I think I’ll die. I’ve been fantasizing about it since I got home.” Kurt pushes off Blaine’s body and orders, “Then get on your knees.” Blaine’s haste is almost comical as he scrambles onto his knees. When he hears the condom wrapper crinkle, Blaine moves his hand to his cock. “Don’t touch yourself. That belongs to me… You belong to me,” Kurt growls. Blaine’s heart starts racing when he hears those words. Kurt’s cock quickly but smoothly enters him, and in this position, Blaine feels claimed. Once Blaine nods, Kurt starts thrusting quickly and holds on to Blaine’s hips for leverage. “Look at you taking it, Blaine. That tight little hole of yours is made for me.” Blaine moans and starts babbling, pushing his ass back to get even more of that incredible feeling. Kurt changes the angle every few thrusts until his cock finds Blaine’s prostrate. “There, Kurt!... Right there…. Don’t stop… Fucking Incredible…” Kurt leans forward and takes Blaine’s cock in his hand. “You are mine, mine, mine… No-one else will hear your moaning. No-one else will see you like this. No-one else will ever have you. Mine! Mine! Mine!” When Kurt twists his wrist at the top of Blaine’s cock, Blaine screams at the top of his lungs. There are streams of thick white cum shooting across the yoga mat. Blaine can feel Kurt go still as he orgasms ten seconds later. Once Kurt pulls out of him, Blaine collapses to the side of the mat. “Oh my god, Kurt. You were amazing.” “You were pretty amazing too. I think we ruined your yoga mat.” “I’ll buy a dozen more tomorrow. When you talked dirty to me… Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.” “Neither was I,” Kurt replies. “But I could tell that it really turned you on.” “You know, Kurt, I don’t always want sex fast and rough like that. I also love it when you’re caring and gentle, but what made it really special was that you did it for me.” “Hey, I had an incredible orgasm too. I like trying out different things with you. I love you.” “I love you too.” ***** Kurt drives up I-87 through the Catskill Mountains and Albany, and then keeps heading north. They stop at Mrs. London’s Bakery and Café in Saratoga Springs for lunch. “Oh my god, Blaine. I haven’t had a baguette sandwich this good since I was living in Paris.” “Saratoga Springs is an excellent choice, Kurt. The flat track horse racing is still going on and the Philadelphia Orchestra is currently at SPAC for its summer season. Where are we staying?” “We’re not staying in Saratoga, Blaine. It’s too busy and expensive in August. Besides, there’s media everywhere, what with Marylou Whitney and other high society people staying at their mansions for the month. This is just a lunch stop.” While Kurt is buying a dozen pains au chocolat from the bakery to go, Blaine wonders where they could possibly be going, because they are very close to the Canadian border. “Umm, Kurt. I don’t want to be a killjoy, but I didn’t bring my passport.” “You won’t need one, silly. But I promise it will feel like we’re in a different country because where we’re going is nothing like New York City.” They get back in the car and return to the Northway. They are soon in the Adirondack Mountains and leave the highway a few exits past Lake George. Blaine spots a sign that says “Welcome to Schroon Lake. Population 1,654.” Kurt drives on the road that borders the lake, then takes a right hand turn onto a short gravely drive. Blaine gasps when he sees what’s in front of them. There’s a small cute two-story log cabin with a wrap-around balcony on the top floor. In the front yard, there’s a campfire area surrounded by comfy-looking chairs. The sides and back of the cabin are completely surrounded by pine and maple trees, giving them privacy. Kurt rushes up the stairs on the side of the cabin and takes the key from under the welcome mat. Inside, the main room has a kitchen, a dining area and a living space with comfortable looking chairs and a sofa. There’s an old-fashioned cast iron wood-burning stove in the corner to keep the cabin warm during cold winter nights. Kurt opens the French doors that lead out to a balcony to take in the beautiful view of Schroon Lake. Blaine stands behind Kurt and wraps his arms around him. “I can’t believe that we’re still in New York State. It’s perfect. Where did you ever find this place?” “I had coffee after class with Nicole a month ago, and she was telling me about upstate New York, where she’s from. She showed me pictures of her aunt and uncle’s log cabin in the mountains, and it looked perfect for our getaway this month. Nicole contacted her aunt, and here we are,” Kurt explains. They explore the rest of the log cabin. There are two bedrooms and a bathroom on the main floor. They climb down the steps to the lower level and find a pool table, bunk beds, an old sectional sofa, and a large flat-screen TV. Kurt has packed for both of them, and when they go to unload the car, Blaine is surprised to find a large ice-chest and a half-dozen recyclable bags filled with groceries. “I knew we would be in the mountains, so I had Amy buy food supplies and prepare a few meals in advance. I can think of a hundred other things I’d rather being doing instead…” Kurt pulls Blaine in close and whispers “… with your body.” An hour later – after they’ve christened the pool table – they unpack their things, and Blaine fires up the BBQ while Kurt prepares a salad to accompany the lamb kebabs Amy prepared for them earlier. After dinner, they make a campfire and toast marshmallows for s’mores. Blaine loves the sticky kisses he gets after they’ve eaten the sweet treats. After adding a few logs to keep the campfire going, Blaine sits on Kurt’s lap, who’s positioned in the huge cushioned wooden Adirondack chair. Blaine nuzzles into Kurt’s chest, watching the sparks fly up from the fire and listening to nature’s sounds around them. “There’s lots of things to do in the area, Blaine. There are water skis and fishing rods to use with the boat if we want to. There’s tons of walking trails in the mountains. If it rains, we can go to Lake George and go shopping at the outlet mall and hang out in the indoor arcades. If we drive thirty minutes, we can…” “Do you know how much I love you,” Blaine interrupts. “I can’t believe you organized such a perfect vacation. There is nowhere I’d rather be right now than in your arms.” “I love you too, Mr. Cheesy. Is it okay if we talk about something that I’ve had on my mind lately? It’s about next week and starting back at school again. There’s a change in my plans.” Blaine nuzzles further into Kurt’s chest, worried about where the conversation will go. He’s been so happy living with Kurt these past two months, and Blaine doesn’t want it to ever end. Could this idyllic vacation be over before it really started? Blaine nods his head and whispers, “What change in plans? I thought we were happy together.” Kurt squeezes Blaine tightly. “Oh god, that didn’t come out right. We are happy together. I’ve never been happier in my life than during the past two months. It has more to do with FIT.” Blaine lets out the breath he’s been holding, relieved that Kurt isn’t breaking up with him. “I went to my academic advisor yesterday and told him I was changing my major. I want to study jewelry design. I loved the summer course, and there’s something about creating a work of art from metals and different color gem stones that people can wear that appeals to me. It’s really sparked something inside me. Now, when I look around, I see inspiration everywhere for brooches, rings and the like.” “I’m not really surprised. The things I had to do this summer to convince you to leave the jewelry workshop at FIT. I love the jewlery you’ve created and I think you have a special talent. And trust me, I see a lot of jewelry come across my desk at Vogue, so I know what I’m talking about.” “You don’t think I’m too fickle, changing my major?” “Nonsense, Kurt. You’re following your gut feeling about what’s right for you. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what I’m going to do as well. I’m thinking of really giving songwriting a go. I have enough ideas for songs to put together an album and I want to spend some time with Marley Rose and flesh them out. I think she has the perfect voice for them.” “That’s fantastic, Blaine! Pretty soon you’ll be giving up your day job and pursuing your music.” “I’m not sure about that. New York City’s pretty expensive, and I still need to pay the mortgage.” “New York City is expensive when you live in a penthouse, and have a driver and housekeeper. But we don’t need to have that sort of lifestyle. Honestly, Blaine, I would be happy living in a shoebox as long as we’re living together.” Blaine suddenly sits up and wonders if Kurt really means it. When he looks at Kurt, he sees a warm hopeful expression. Kurt’s eyes are sparkling, and he’s wearing the same large smile that he had on the first day Blaine met him. “Do you mean…?” “Yes, Blaine. I want us to live together, now and for always. I like spending time with my best friend, my lover, my prince charming. I’ve been crazy happy since I returned to New York.” “Me too. I love living with you, Kurt. I can’t wait to get home each day to spend time with you.”

Kurt slaps his forearm and brushes off a dead mosquito. “Let’s take this inside before I’m eaten alive by bugs. I can think of a lot of ways we could be celebrating.” Author notes Song Blaine starts to compose - ‘Surprise, Surprise’ by Bruce Springsteen

Did you guess the identity of KrianFeels? Next up: the last chapter (there’s also an epilogue).

#my fic: Butterfly Wings #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #HKVoyage writes

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Blanc de Blanc Champagne

To be welcomed to the venue, Cooper’s Hawk Winery and Restaurant on International Drive in the heart of Orlando, all guests were handed a glass of their Blanc de Blanc Champagne. The point of this was a champagne toast entrance but my wife and I took forever to get to the venue from the other venue. We had to drop Bentley Mac at home because he came with us to the wedding, obviously. But we didn’t want him going to the winery. Makes sense, huh? Well, my brother-in-law accidentally took our house and car keys with him to the winery so we noticed when we finished taking photos throughout Cypress Grove Gardens and he was almost there. We had to wait for him to turn around and bring the keys to FINALLY go drop the boy off at home.

Green apple, peach and lemon with floral notes are the perfect punch of sparkling champagne for a toast. We actually had refills of champagne go around because we had a heck of a toast. My dad went on and on, as he could do, and then my father-in-law gave a toast. And then, both mothers gave a toast. It was amazing and hysterical and emotional. I interpreted the whole thing, too. Because we had our best friends, Melissa and Chris, were there. There’s a sneak peak video clip on my Instagram feed somewhere.

Malbec

Our favorite red wine , when not from the Tuscan region, would have to be Malbec. Any kind of Malbec, actually. We always prefer something from Greve in Chianti. Since they’re a winery, that wasn’t an option. Malbec was our next best option. A bold yet refined red wine, showing cassis, cocoa, leather, and hints of lavender.

This was perfect for us two because we knew that would be what we would primarily drink and it would also match well for those who are red wine drinkers. We had an unlimited wine bar with our choice of selections: one champagne and two luxury wines. This way, we knew no one would be thirsty. The wine bar was my favorite thing. We even had a printable that went with it.

Cooper’s Hawk White

Cooper’s Hawk White is a white wine blend of two classic white wines we love, Riesling & Pinot Grigio. Hints of spiced pear, apricot, passionfruit, and sweet melon are joined by honey and floral notes. With this bittersweet, not too dry white wine blend, we knew we would hit the spot for our white wine drinkers on the guest list. Some people like Moscato but that just isn’t us.

The Riesling used in this blend is slightly sweet with aromas of key lime pie, mango, honeydew and apricot. The Pinot Grigio is light-bodied with refreshing acidity and aromas of peach, orange rind, and lemon. Both having citrus notes, the honey hints are pushed up and it’s just exquisite. We love this wine so much we snagged some to give as Christmas gifts.

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Our Wedding: The Wine Bar Blanc de Blanc Champagne To be welcomed to the venue, Cooper's Hawk Winery and Restaurant on International Drive in the heart of Orlando, all guests were handed a glass of their Blanc de Blanc Champagne.

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aworldinsideaperson · 8 years ago

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The ABCs: A Riverdale Fanfiction-Thirteen

Introduction/AN: Not much of a note here as I’m pretty foggy and still numb about the cat and just life in general. I hope life is treating you well. If not I hope it turns around. I’m going to go watch something and write/not write, who knows. There is a lot of Jason/Cassie (ship name is introduced in this chapter!) in this chapter and no Jughead, but I hope you don’t mind...still looking for a Cassie/Jughead ship name tbh...

Word Count: 1,526

Warnings: None that I can think of?

ABCs Masterlist

Chapter Thirteen: Diners, Drive-ins and Diamonds

The Six ABCs sat in a corner booth at Pop’s. All three sets cozied up and coupled up, Carter and Lily snuggled together on the right side, Mason and Cheryl holding hands to the left and Cassie and Jason sat in the middle with more than an inch of space between them and there was a definite awkwardness surrounding them.

The last conversation Cassie and Jason had, had been an argument on Monday. Of course they had spoken since then but always in a group setting and never directly to one another and while tonight was technically a triple date all the couples would be in separate vehicles which meant the two would eventually have to have a conversation.

The sun was still in the sky but beginning to fall closer and closer to the tree line that surrounded the small town. People weren’t quite clearing out of Pop’s just yet but soon people would be racing to get good spots for the final show at Twilight. Cheryl and Mason and Carter and Lily, were each engrossed in their separate conversations, Jason was leaning against the back of the booth scrolling through his phone and Cassie was leaned against the table picking at the basket of fries they had ordered over an hour before; they were cold but she still couldn’t keep her hands off them. It was mindless, picking up the fry and popping it into her mouth, she didn’t have to think while she did it and that was a good thing for the time being. She was brought back by the sound of Cheryl’s voice.

“Cas, are you coming?” Cheryl asked, everyone already standing and waiting for her.

Cassie took a moment to breath, nodded her head and then brushed the salt from her fingertips before sliding out of the booth. Once she was standing Jason slung his arm over her shoulder and Cassie painted a smile onto her face as half the patrons watched the six of them walk out of the diner and to their cars. Once outside the couple's split off to their separate vehicles. Lily and Carter taking hold of each other’s hands after sliding into his deep red Bentley, quickly starting the vehicle and driving off. Mason and Cheryl giving each other a light kiss before pulling out of the parking lot in Mason’s cherry red Massarotti excited as could be. Contrary to both couples Cassie and Jason just tried not to look at each other once they were in the safety of the impala, even with the top down and the setting sun still washing the world in a warm light no one was looking at them anymore and they could not pretend to be happy for at least a few moments. Cassie crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from Jason, he looked at her one last time before starting up the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

It wasn’t a long drive from Pop’s to Twilight and Cassie watched the sign as it came into view. Where it had once said ‘Closing Soon’ it now held the title of a movie, ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’, and for a moment the anger and discomfort of being beside Jason melted away and Cassie was filled with the joy of Jughead keeping his promise, simple words said over a summer that should have never been, but he kept them anyway.

Once parked Jason turned off the engine and turned to look at Cassie. She still sat stiff with her arms crossed and an indifferent look on her face. He unbuckled and opened his car door.

“I’m going to concession, you want anything?” He asked but Cassie still sat looking out of the windshield not even making any indication that she had even heard him. Jason shut the car door and turned to her. “You’re going to have to talk to me sooner or later.”

“I vote for later.”

“Look, I’m going to the concession stand, I’m going to bring you back a pepsi and a popcorn and possibly some candy if they have anything good, when I get back we are going to talk.” Jason looked to her waiting for a response but when one didn’t come he opened the door and got out of the car.

Once she could no longer see him in the rear view mirror Cassie relaxed and dropped her head back onto the headrest. It’s not that she didn’t want to talk to Jason, she just didn’t particularly want to talk either. She wasn’t thrilled with how she acted earlier in the week but she knew everything she said was true which made it hard to apologize.

Jason wasn’t gone long and when he hopped into the backseat, as opposed to behind the wheel, Cassie’s head was still thrown against the seat and her eyes were shut. At first he didn’t try to talk to her but as more cars pulled into the lot and the darker it became he knew it was only a matter of time before the movie started and he would never get her to talk then.

“Cas, seriously we are going to talk before we leave tonight and if you don’t want to be talking during the movie I suggest you get chatty real fast.”

Cassie sighed then began moving to the back seat. Once situated she turned her body to face at Jason. “I’m not sorry for what I said Monday. I’m sorry about how I said it, but I refuse to be sorry about what was said.”

Jason nodded and took her hand in his. “That’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry about what you said, you were right anyway. You would be able to be friends with whoever you wanted if it wasn’t for me getting involved with Polly, I was being selfish. You were wrong about one thing though, I do need to apologize for what happened between Polly and I. It wasn’t something that just happened, I pursued her to get back at my family for forcing me, us, into this life. I never expected to actually like her, and I’m not sorry for liking her but I am sorry for putting you in this predicament, you don’t deserve it.” He smiled softly and squeezed her hand.

“Why does it feel like all of our conversations are either fights or apologies?” She asked.

“Because they mostly are.” He sighed, after a few moments of silence and the last few seconds of daylight passed Jason reached into his pocket and turned to Cassie. “Hey, I know that things are hard right now with us, but I’ve been carrying this around for a while and I think maybe you should have it.” He opened the box and revealed a ring Cassie had long admired. Rose gold with a large diamond in the center and smaller diamonds all around it and in the band. Penelope Blossom had once called it ‘a true work of art’ and Cassie had always believed it to be true.

“Are you sure Jason?” She questioned, they knew it would have to be eventually but Cassie never expected it to be so soon, especially after everything they had gone though.

“I want to show you that I really am committed to making this work and that we may not be ‘Maryl’ or ‘Larter’ but we, ‘Cason’, definitely have a better ship name than they do.” He started, causing the two of them to laugh. “In all seriousness though, I want you to have it. Even if you don’t wear it having it may bring you some piece of mind that no matter what happened before I’m yours and I want you to be happy, as my friend and future Mrs. Blossom, I think that you should be friends with whoever you want and I’m not going to stop you, I won’t let Cheryl stop you either.” Jason took the ring from the box and held it out to the girl before him.

Cassie took it with a smile and slipped the ring onto her right hand. “Thank you Jason.” It grew quiet between them as she rested her Head on Jason’s shoulder. “Why do you think it’s so much harder for us?” She asked softly.

“Because I don’t think you and I were meant for this life. I think we were meant for things far greater than being ABCs.”

“Like what?”

Jason sighed. “Having a real life, with real passions and hobbies. Really falling in love and having real jobs and being the people we feel like we are as opposed to the people we present ourselves as. Cheryl was always meant for this life, she loves the parties, house parties or cotillions, she loves being the center of attention, she enjoys the grandeur of this life, I never have and neither had you.”

Cassie looked up at him with a smile. “At least we’re both the same that way.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek before resting her head back onto his shoulder just as the show began. “Now be quiet, this is my favorite movie.”

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