#Mike wears silly socks

[rainypebble07]

Ok first of all, I want to say that I love your goofy little drawings. They always put a smile on my face whenever I see them.

Also I have a drawing request. Could you please draw Victorian England Byler. I would love to see Mike give a bouquet of flowers to Will using Victorian flower language.

Hope you have a good rest of your week!

Ahhh thank you!! This one was actually very, very fun. Mike would love Victorian Flower Language, but he'd do it in the weirdest ways. (I put in a little guide to the plants at the bottom)

Plants in the drawing and their Victorian meaning:

Tussilage- 'Justice shall be done to you'

Burning Nettle- slander

Green Carnation- A secret sign of homosexuality appearing first in the late 1800s, often worn on the front of a coat

Pineapple- 'You are perfect'

Syringa, Carolina- disappointment

Sweet William- Gallantry

Also I need a Victorian AU fic where Mike uses flower language IMMEDIATELY

[katimanki]

Putting characters in outfits is my only talent. 😔

I gave up o coming up with design for his T's, so pretend one of them is some band T or has like star wars logo or something

[octuscle]

CHAVTF - Smart casual

Michael and Charles were sent shopping. The dress code for the dinner was explicitly "sporty-casual". Just like for the boat tour yesterday evening. Their understanding of casual was a summery three-piece suit with an open shirt. The colleagues with whom they were teambuilding understood it to mean jeans and a T-shirt.

If their boss hadn't insisted that the two of them wear something else, they would have come in a suit again tonight. So after the last group meeting, the two had to run off and find something to wear. Both agreed that jeans and a T-shirt were not their style and that they would only need the clothes for this one evening. So spending too much money seemed unnecessary. Google showed a store near their hotel called CHAVTF with good reviews. That's where the two headed. The first impression was immediately repulsive. The store attendant was wearing army pants with combat boots and a worn-out tank top. But the two didn't have time to look for anything else. They now had to buy something for tonight in fifteen minutes.

Oi mates, the clerk greeted them. Are ya lookin' for somethin' in particular? Michael said they were going on a pub tour today and needed something suitable.

"Sure, mates! Me fuckin' name is like jack. Trust me, us'll find just the reel thin'. Dee ya also go to normal pubs? Or are ya strictly gay on the road?"

Michael said he wasn't sure. But probably mostly gay.

"Cool, that'll get ya undressed, i'll brin' ya somethin'."

Michael gave Charles a kiss and a slap on his butt and the two stripped in the open locker room.

Jack asked if they preferred jockstraps or boxers. "Jockstrap," Michael replied. "Fuckin' nothin'" replied Charles. Jack laughed, tossed them both some soccer socks and handed Michael a jockstrap.

"Cool haircuts ya got ther, mates. Is like the rest of ya 'ody anarl shorn as ya neck?" Michael laughed, holding his arms behind his head and showing off the bush under his armpits. "Nit canny, mate" Jack laughed again and came up with a pair of leather jeans for Charles and a pair of bleached jeans for Michael.

"Ya guys train hard for ya 'odies, or is like workin' on the docks enough to get a 'ody like that?"

"Nah, mate! just haulin' loads ain't enough. It takes regular 'oxin' trainin' to get an arse n' a six pack like that"

"Sure, i get it! all that 'eer in the evenin' needs to be worked off too, after all."

Mike and Chuck stroked each other's board-hard washboard bellies and French-kissed deeply.

"Hey, the place isn't closed yet. Ne way sex while i still havta work!"

Chuck grabbed Jack's crotch and told him to lock the door quickly then. He wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

Jack tossed them both T-shirts, locked the door, and returned with a pair of DocMartens for Mike and a pair of combat boots for Chuck. And while the two of them got down on their knees to lace up the shoes, Jack got his dick out of his pants. Mike and Chuck promptly responded and began sucking Jack's balls.

"Hehehe, this like isn't the first time ya two hav done this like, huh? Dee ya guys always work together as hustlers? Or 'an ya be 'ooked separately?"

"Sure ya 'an get us separately" replied chuck. "But the other one watches n' jerks off" Mike added n' started suckin' jack's cock.

"Fuck, ya guys are mint! Why are ya still workin' on the docks anyway. As hustlers ya must be earnin' yourselves silly."

"Mate, us're just gay too. Just 'an't handle money. What us earn, us drink or gamble away."

And Mike added that cigarettes are not free. Whether he would get at least one for the blowjob.

Mike and Chuck were satisfied. Jack was always generous when they needed new clothes. And as a rule, he also found them good customers. In the hotel diagonally across the street there was such a nerd event. Some of the snobby guys would surely spend dough for a night with the two of them.

[anon-sect]

PART TWO

Collab with @jkob85

For three straight weeks, all that Mike knew was Drake's feet and shoes. He was worn to every workout session. He was worn to work nearly every day. There were a few days that he would spend in Drake's sock drawer, but only about a few of them. The only reason he wasn't too dirty was that Drake would wash him in with his regular clothes every now and then. Only to be put back on feet after coming out of the dryer. He saw Drake had no respect for any part of him that was still human. He was literally treated like clothing worn on foot. Drake didn't even speak to him at all for the past three weeks. He mentally begged to be let go every day, because he had not subcome to the domination of Drake's feet yet. He hoped and prayed for the opportunity for him to escape.

Drake love his new socks so much that he nearly wore them every day. He did make sure to wash them every now and then. He wanted Mike to last him a long time as his socks. He sometimes thought about saying something to his footwear, but it would look silly to be talking to one's socks. He opted instead to treat Mike just like he was, a pair of socks. His favorite thing to do was to work out in them. His feet never hurt after a workout when wearing him.

After three weeks of wearing Mike nearly non-stop, he decided to give him a chance to at least speak. The thought of making him normal size would risk him running away. He didn't want his favorite toy to do that. But if he was a shrunken human, he would be too scared to run and would depend on his owner for safety. Drake liked that idea much better.

Drake removed his socks and placed them on his bed, one sock on top of the other. He programmed into his TF device to restore the socks to human form but at only six inches tall. He would make Mike big enough to play with, yet small enough to see that running away would be dangerous to his health and life. He fired at the socks on his bed. They began to morph back as one and reshape into a human form, but only at six inches tall.

Mike saw that he was human again and could speak. He was about to give Drake some choice words till he saw his situation wouldn't be good if he did so. Drake was giant size, and he was tiny. He could stomp on him with his foot, ending his life easily. So, running away wasn't a good option either. He saw Drake still had all the control, and he was powerless against him. "What are you going to do with me now, if you don't mind me asking?" He spoke curious as to why he was human form, but looking at six inches tall.

Drake knew exactly what he was planning. Using Mike as socks felt good, but a tiny sex toy idea entered his mind. He took off his pants and pulled down his underwear. "I want to have some special fun with you. That size makes you the perfect little living toy." He told him while grabbing him in a tight grip, but not stressing enough to crush him.

Mike was not going to be some sex toy. He struggled in Drake's grip. "I am not a toy to use for your pleasure. I am a human being." He screamed while trying to get out of his hand. Only to see at his current size, he was just too weak against him.

Drake enjoyed him resisting, actually. It made him feel even more of a power trip doing so. "You lost the last bet, so you are whatever I say you are, and I use you as I see fit, my little toy. The sooner you accept it, the better it is for you." He also grabbed a condom. He placed one foot over Mike to keep him from escaping while opening the package. Once he had the condom out, he took hid foot off his toy, and placed him close to his cock. He then slid the condom over his cock and Mike at the same time. Satisfied to see Mike trapped, he began to stroke his meat. He loved how ir felt having Mike trapped under the condom around his cock. It didn't take long for him to get hard. The harder it got, the more contrain it got for his tiny toy. Soon, he ejaculated in the condom. It was so wonderful feeling the tiny living toy being grinded up against his cock. He watched as some of the cum drained down on Mike.

Mike thought being a pair of socks was bad enough. Drake used him as a toy around his meat. It wasn't all that painful, but just stressful being confined inside a condom. Once it got so tight, he pleaded for Drake to stop, but he ignored him entirely. He was glad when he finally peaked. The warm cum drenched him from top to bottom. He really had no choice but to taste it as he was covered in Drake's cum.

Drake took the condom off his cock and Mike. "Let me go clean the both of you off. I really enjoyed that little guy. We are definitely doing this again." He told him as he went to his bathroom. He took a wet cloth and wiped off Mike and then his cock. "This might be our nightly thing, little toy." He laughed too an upset look on Mike's face.

"You will return me to normal and return me back home." Mike paused all upset. "I will not be your nightly sex toy fun, you bastard." He added. He didn't want to be a plaything anymore, even if he was small.

Drake saw that Mike needed to learn the rules of his new life, but how to teach the tiny to respect his giant owner. He knew just how. He grabbed up his tiny toy. "Since you want to be so chatty about this. I will show you who is in charge." He placed Mike in a glass jar on a table beside his bed.

For the next two weeks straight, Mike was kept in the glass jar beside Drake's bed. Every night, Drake would place Mike around his cock trapped in a condom and jerked off. Sometimes, he would do it several times a night. The weekends, he would treat Mike like this almost four times. It came to a point that Mike stopped complaining and enjoyed it.

One night, Drake left Mike out of the jar and left the room. Mike saw this as the opportunity to find a way to escape his torture. He ran to find a hiding place.

Drake returned to see that Mike was no longer where he left him. He realized that Mike had tricked him into a false security about loving being a sex toy. He began to look for his tiny toy and pet. When he was about to give up finding him, he managed to locate him and corner him.

"Time to punish you, my toy." Drake spoke as he quickly snatched up Mike off the floor. Once back in his room, he placed Mike on his bed. With the TF ray device in hand and set, he fired at Mike. He watched as Mike flattened out and reshaped into a nice pair of Hanes boxer briefs. "I think a few months around my waist will help you realize that this is your lasting fate." He spoke to his underwear. He got undressed and put on his new special living underwear. "I will wear you every day." He laughed as he rubbed the crotch area, knowing full well that was where Mike's face was. That thought made him get hard. He saw his cock stretch his new underwear and was enjoying it.

Mike was sorry he tried to escape. He mentally begged for forgiveness, but he knew that as an object, Drake would not hear him. He was now trapped as Drake laid down on his bed, watching a show on his TV.

[i-promise-i-am-not-on-drugs]

So I saw this post

And I thought it was fucking adorable, so I decided to make some myself! :3

Here's the party! (+ El and Max, 'cause I love them)

I have some silly headcanons to explain some of the design choices if you're curious! The little pins are also just my headcanons about the characters, don't take them too seriously. :)

Mike) He has a lot of hair, so El gave him some hair clips to keep them out of his face! The shirt he's wearing says "dumbass ↑". Will gave it to him as a joke, and Mike surprisingly (not really) loved it and wear it as much as he can. The books are some DND campaigns that he kept after the party's past games.

Will) He has lots of bandages because he keeps hitting his face in the drawers's doors, as he's not used to his recent growth spurt yet. The bandages are colorful because Joyce brought them with Eleven, and she likes the colors. Will has a knife. Because his gun isn't really discreet. Don't mess with him, he will stab you.

Lucas) He like to look though on the outside, but the impression will immediately be broken if he takes his shoes off. Erica put one of her pink hoodie in the washing machine with his clothes, and his white socks are now baby pink. He has golden retriever energy, so I gave him one! His shirt says "don't mess with my wife", he found it while hanging out at the store with Dustin, and they bought the same one! Lucas's shirt is obviously referring to Max. :)

Dustin) Just like Lucas, Dustin shirt says "don't mess with my wife", and it's referring to Suzie! Also, Dustin found a chicken. He's not sure what he should do with it, but it looks cute and funny, so he kept it.

Eleven/Jane) She found her pretty overalls while she was hanging out with Max in the store, and Max bought it for her! It's now her favorite piece of clothing, and she wears it as much as she can. Her bow was made by Will, he gave it to her because her hair was getting long again. And El also has a knife. Be aware, she's not scared to use it.

Max) A bit after she bought El her overalls, she saw the pretty choker necklace she's wearing. Eleven might or might not have “borrow it" with her powers as a payback... But you didn't hear that from me. Now that she woke up from her coma, she has some trouble getting used to move around, so she has some mobility aids!

And that's all! I absolutely love them all, they're just so adorable. I might make some more later! ^^

Here's the link to the little guy maker, if you want to make your own tinny chibis! :)

[ginger-grimm]

INTRODUCING: RYAN LEWIS

Full Name: Ryan Daniel Lewis

Birthdate: December 5th, 1993

Hair Color: Sandy blonde

Eye Color: Green

Species: Human

Family: Gary Lewis (Father, deceased), Debra Lewis (Mother, deceased), Dawn Lewis (Older Sister)

Love Interest: Artie Abrams

Friends: Quinn Fabray, Matt Rutherford, Mike Chang, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, Marley Rose, Unique Adams, Roderick Meeks

Likes: Ice hockey, sledding, Winter, Fall, Chobani yogurt, dinosaurs, pumpkins, horror movies, 90s nostalgia everything

Dislikes: Most authority figures, hot weather, being restricted, liars, Sue Sylvester and Will Shuester (they're on the same pedestal)

Phobias: Dying

Style: Athletic, lots of sweatpants and shirts when he's not in school, jeans in school, sneakers, wears friendship rings with Mercedes, enjoys mismatched socks

Speech: American accent, soft voice, doesn't talk a lot, loves to swear though...like, very liberal with his cuss words

Physical Quirks/Scars: Has a limp in his right leg from the accident and a permanent sight issue from a broken eye socket

Personality: Challenging, active, intuitive, restless, reckless, quiet, escapist, proud, genuine, liberal

Background: Born and raised in Lima, Ohio, Ryan Lewis grew up fairly normal with parents who took good care of him and an older sister who, in line with big sister duties, would regularly annoy him. He started playing hockey at a young age and eventually became one of the most favorite players in town. Scholarships were already being talked about. He was being called valedictorian before even getting into High School. Things seemed to be on track. Then the accident happened. Ryan wakes up a year later. His parents are dead, and a badly broken leg has just cost him a possible professional hockey career in the future. Under the eye of a sister trying her best but is severely misguided in parenting attempts, Ryan begins abusing painkillers, costing him his pity spot on the hockey team as equipment manager. With three and a half years to go until the freedom to go wherever he wants, Ryan has to at least try and pull himself together. Another strike away from being kicked out of school, he agrees to join the New Directions and sticks to swaying in the back. But over time things he didn't expect began to happen. Ryan begins to realize that he's forming connections with even the most annoying members of this silly little club and that he's looking forward to taking on Nationals with them.

Faceclaim: Connor Jessup

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs ​ @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene

[monkeerotica]

id love to see a fic about micky being into feet. inspired by this picture, i just think it's so casually hot - https://www.tumblr.com/happyfoxphantom/760782949197234176/micky-playing-footsies-with-a-young-lady-on-the

Thanks for the opportunity to show Micky some love, Anon! This picture is gold. Hope you enjoy. -Author 🪐

heart and sole

Girls who worked on The Monkees set knew more than a few secrets that made the long filming days fly by. Among these were the following: if you wanted good conversation, a smile was all Peter would ask in return; for a good story, linger around Mike and start nodding when he starts talking; if you're looking for a good time, Davy's your man - but you best avoid eye contact if you're not; and finally, if your feet are sore from standing around in costume heels, a wince and a rub at your heel anywhere in Micky's vicinity would guarantee you the best foot massage of your life.

"Sit down, babe, take a load off." Micky paused his entertainment of a few guests on the set to motion towards a chair. "Pull up a seat."

Judy shrugged shyly, feigning reluctance. She dragged a chair closer and gave him a polite smile. She began to cross her legs at the ankles, nice and proper, when he shook his head and patted his lap instead. She raised one foot slowly, biting her lip as if unsure. He grinned and waved slightly with his hand, and she gave in, resting her ankle across his knee. It was a game, just as it was with any Monkee - if you played it right, you just might come out on top.

"I think it's just awful they make you girls wear these all day." He frowned deeply, running a hand up the stiff leather of her black knee-high boot. "When's your call?"

"Not for a few hours," she admitted, "But they said I could come early."

"Aww," Micky touched his free hand to his chest. "For little old me?"

Judy giggled. "No, silly, for the catering..."  

"Well, still." Micky straightened up, getting serious. His circle of followers had, for the moment, turned to chat amongst themselves. "It's no fair that you're in these while, you know, Peter gets to run around all day in nothing but moccasins."

Peter looked up from his post nearby, surrounded by a few girls of his own. "Do me next, won't you?" He winked.

"Forget about it," Micky called, rolling his eyes. "Anyways. Do you mind?" He tugged at the zip on her boot. She shook her head; go on. He pulled it down and slipped the boot off with expert hands, cradling her ankle as he laid it back across his leg.

"Much better, don't you think?" He smiled toothily. "And hey, I dig the socks."

Judy gave a weak laugh. Right. What a day to wear polka dots.

"So I was saying," Micky turned back towards his little group before it dissipated, picking up right back where he'd left off. "Oh, hey babe, mind if I take these off too? I like that skin-on-skin kind of deal, you know? It's like a real connection. Yeah? Groovy. I was saying..."

Everyone knew Micky's jaw was looser than Peter's pockets were -- Judy wasn't there for his chatter and was happy enough to sit back and tune it out as he hooked two fingers under her sock and peeled it off, stuffing it into the discarded boot for safekeeping. The first pass of his hand over her bare foot was heavenly. He was cool and soothing over her hot skin, slightly damp and sensitive from hours of standing around set. He ran his hands across the top of her foot in alternate passes, massaging with just a soft squeeze of his palms. She glanced up for a moment - he wasn't even looking, his attention fully devoted to the conversation. His posture was relaxed, leaning back in his chair, head tilted to one side as he pondered a question. He might have looked serenely focused if not for the constant motion of his hands, thumbs now pressing into the curves and dips of her sole, rubbing in steady expert circles.

All the while, he kept on talking, jumping from conversation to conversation with whoever happened to walk by. He switched feet after a while, beckoning her to shift her position without a word, just a pointed finger and a flick of his wrist. Judy kept herself looking attentive and interested enough to appear engaged, but casual enough to show that she didn’t need to be a part of it. She kept her eyes focused on Micky’s face, his cool, friendly expressions. His hands were soft and light, and though his touch was firm and intentional, steadily working away her soreness, sometimes his fingers would glide across her sole, or sneak under the line of her toes. Then it was all she could do to keep from twitching away from him, and if she was watching while it happened it was twice as effective. She knew he must be doing it on purpose, and the knowledge made it worse – it would take someone as clever and nimble as he to torture her so while discussing the intricacies of multi-camera set lighting, or whatever he was on about now. She leaned into the pleasantness of his touch, that it might assuage her ticklishness, let it pass over her in a near-ecstatic wave. 

His fingertips danced across the tenderest part of her sole, and she couldn’t help but curl her toes and shy away. She realized that he had stopped talking, and was looking straight at her. He was smiling.

“I want to tell you a story,” he said. “Do you mind?”

Judy shook her head, curious.

“Great,” Micky grinned. “I haven’t been able to in ages. But stop me if you don’t like it, okay?”

Before she could ask what he meant, he had taken her big toe between thumb and forefinger, and then the question was moot. 

“This little piggy went to market,” he began, glancing up for a moment to gauge her expression. Judy held the sides of her chair firmly. 

“This little piggy stayed home.” He released her big toe and took the second one between his fingers, wiggling it slightly. Then, he was onto the third. “This little piggy had roast beef–”

He hesitated for a second, then tacked on, “Or, you know, brown rice and spinach, whatever. Anyway-”

Micky took hold of the fourth. “This little piggy had none. And this little piggy…” His fingers held her little toe gently.

“And he does this all the way home, by the way, all the way home…”

Since she’d become involved with show business, Judy had been asked to do many things by the men of Hollywood; this was by far the strangest, and yet the most innocent - and certainly the least minded. She gripped her chair in anticipation.

There was a glint in Micky’s eye when he looked up next - playful, almost predatory. “He cried ‘Wheee! Wheee! Wheee!’” With one hand atop her ankle as a light restraint, his other hand attacked her foot with tickling, delicate, precise touches that had her laughing and squirming, gasping and crying for mercy. Micky laughed along with her, letting it go on just long enough that she thought she couldn’t bear it, and then not an instant more. He stroked her foot gently as she caught her breath, a big, dumb grin plastered to his face.

“You’re a real sport, you know that?” He made to stand, setting her bare feet back down on his chair before kneeling and taking up her boots and socks and helping her put them back on.

Judy almost blushed as he worked - he’d said it genuinely, a real ‘thank you’ as if she’d been the one doing him a favor. “You’re a great storyteller,” she said lightly.

Micky placed a kiss against her socked ankle before slipping it into her boot and tugging the zipper up. “You think so?” He stood up straight and stretched, hands above his head. Judy looked politely away from his trousers, tight as they were. 

“Let me get your number, if you won’t be on set again soon.” Micky looked around for a pen. “Cause there’s a whole second act I didn’t get around to yet.”

She looked at him half in astonishment, though she took out a pen and slip of paper from her purse, wrote out the digits, and passed it to him quickly. He tucked it into his pocket. “Are you asking me on a date?” she asked.

“Sure, if you like. I sure would.” Someone was calling him from across the room, and he shrugged apologetically, taking a few steps away from her. He turned and blew a kiss - a low one, that fell somewhere around her feet. Judy hid a smile behind her hand as he called to her. “Wear something strappy!”

[castlebyersafterdark]

this is probably incredibly silly but the main reason why I personally think Finn is bi is him wearing bi socks on that one interview 💀 like why would you wear socks with a bi flag if you're not bi? like, for example, I for sure wouldn't wear socks with a lesbian flag cuz I'm not a lesbian lmao I also think that Finn is out to everyone close and doesn't really hide it. wearing bi socks? sharing a skit about a bi guy? yeah, that's cool, but there's no need to publicly come out.

Ahhh yes. I'll need to find that actual interview again because I think it was the one where Millie was like "ooooh Mike and El are totally gonna basically get married" and Finn hit her with all the vitriol and irritation on planet earth and said y̵̨͐o̸̧̳̞̼̭͍̳̊̅͆͂̓̉̋͘͝ų̴͑͒̓͐͒̅̃̒̈͝ ̴̛͎͇̟͇̭̇͂͌̂̾͌̽̄̀̓͌̏̚ͅw̷̢̡̬̤͕̯̍̉͜i̸͔̖͖̟͙̔̒͗̏͆̓̂̍̾͒̏͘͝s̷̹̮̉͌͊̎h̷̛̘͍̱̳͖̯̃̑́̂͑̈́̋͗͝ .... so I was more focused on that every time I go to investigate for the socks hahaha. I cannot find the real interview or a decent clip to link, they're all very odd tiktoks I found through google image search that I was not vibing with haha so here's the visual I screenshot. Hmmmm:

[bringbacktim]

Reposting this on here because I just re watched season 11 of taskmaster and I love Greg Davies so enjoy I guess (feel free to request any greg Davies fics)

Dressing room- Greg Davies

Warnings: use of degrading words(slut, whore , cockslut etc) , dom and subs, use of the word pussy )

Not edited or proofread

Wc: 706 words

It was a well known fact that Greg Davies and Y/n Y/l/n were dating , so when it was announced she was going to be a contestant on taskmaster everyone knew it was bound to be invasive and hilarious

The contestants alongside her this season were : James Acaster, Mike Wozniak, Sarah Millican , and Joe Thomas. ( my absolute favourite contestants + a few)

Y/n was excited to see her boyfriend pretend to be mean on TV ( it turned her on let's be honest)

She had been a little bratty towards Greg these last few days and it was definitely going to show in this episode

They barely spoke backstage before going onstage which was unusual, and she knew she was going to pay for it later

After all the introductions and weird/funny monologue that Alex does it was time for the prize task , this episode it was 'sneakiest thing' and she thought it'd be funny to bring in something of his from their house just to see his reaction

James brought a dog mask with his new book 'James Acaster's guide to quitting social media' hidden behind it for publicity. This earned him 4 points

Mike Wozniak brought in a pen which he got Greg to sign a piece of paper saying "Well done for your five points", telling Greg that it was for Tseikna Engsith doing well on a test. It was then revealed that the pen Greg used was a spy pen and recorded Greg reading the sentence out loud. It was then revealed that Tseikna Engsith is an anagram of "Sneakiest thing". He received 5 points

Sarah brought in a knock knock joke with parts of the answer hidden in people's pockets: Sarah in Greg's pocket, Pinhead in Mike's pocket and Millican in Joe's pocket. She also got Alex's wife to mail her two of Alex's socks which she was wearing. She also received 4 points.

Joe brought in a fake Oxford Dictionary containing a Pearson's Mini Dictionary. He received 2 points.

Finally , Y/n brought it in a pair of trousers from his dressing room , which backfired because he knew they were missing. Earning her a single point for the idea

"This is so unfair, how could you of possibly known" she sulked

"I'm the boss , people tell me things" he said with a serious face

"Just be glad I didn't bring what I was originally planning to" she said with a devious smirk

"I already know what you're talking about and I'm so glad you didn't"

The first few tasks were shown on screen and the couple shared a few little arguments and banter between them , as Greg said his farewell to part one he went back to his dressing room hoping for her to be there as well

He was in luck as he pushed the door open and there she stood

"You think you're so funny , don't you?" He said clearly angry

"Probably because I am" she said back like a school kid

"Don't think you'll find it funny when you can't walk after the break because I've fucked you silly over this vanity" he said taking a stride over to her

"Is that a promise?" That was the last straw before he grabbed her hips in his hands and roughly bent her over the vanity and stared at her through the mirror as he stripped them both of their trousers

"God I forgot what a whore you are for my cock " he said feeling how wet she was as she hummed in response knowing if she opened her mouth a moan would come out

"Your pussy is so greedy , always wanting my cock pounding you , don't you?" He questioned already knowing the answer

"Yeah that's what I thought, now you're going to stay quiet like the cockslut you are while I punish you"  he said hoping this would be over quickly so they wouldn't get caught

[bucketinyourwalls]

plz plz plz rant abt rat King zack ward he looks so silly /pos

Yippie!! :D

I'll just go ahead and list some headcanons I made for him and probably bits of info, so hope ya like it <3. Most of the things I've come up for him has just been a result of talks with @/olliegoespostal so I definitely don't remember all of them </3

Rat King Zack Headcanons :D

Smells like hell. The guy lives in the sewers to that's definitely not a surprise but holy fuck he smells like sewage water the entire time. And also tastes like sewage if you ever give him a kiss.

Wears socks with sandless. More of a joke my brain thought of, but he does wear socks with sandless just to be a dick. Or silly idk yet.

Guy refuses to shower. Ever. He'll swim around in sewage all day long but the moment Mike J tried to force him into taking a bath so he wouldn't get constantly rejected when trying to get signatures the guy turns into a hissing cat that refuses to take a bath. He's a biter so be careful btw.

Whenever he doesn't have his own rats with him, he'll just carry around a rat plushie. Pretty rare since he takes his rats everywhere, but he loves cuddling with the rat plushies when he's sleeping on his mattress.

Didn't include it in my initial design, but the guy does have a pride pin. Just a random thought but I think it's pretty cute based on episode 61 of the I Regret Nothing Podcast where he's talking about his role as Dave and it's just super fucking wholesome. Highly recommend listening if you haven't already. And for a bit of an example, he's got a pin like Camilla's (TOH) <3

Found his crown while digging through the trash. It's just a BK paper crown but he loves it so much and it makes him so happy please just let him vibe with it :(

Still has the lil Scut Farkus hat and wears it quite often, with the hat serving as a nest for his rats. They'll hide under it and occasionally peak out from underneath.

As long as you're nice to Zack, the rats will be nice to you. They're decently nice and friendly, but they will not hesitate to bite you if you piss off Zack enough so be careful.

For someone who lives in the sewers, the guys quite warm. Ik you guys are simps so I'm adding it here for you and also me, but the mans body is basically a heater. Great for hugs in the cold winter, and of course great for cuddles in the sewers. Especially when the blanket is either lost or torn beyond belief.

Likely an obvious one, but the guys diet is not the best. None of the Dude's really have a good diet since why the hell would they, except for maybe Movie Dude, but he really has a shit diet. Probably since he just eats out of the trash a lot of the time or steals his food. Guy would appreciate it if you cooked for him tho ^^

[survey--s]

683.

1 - What have you been up to so far today? Is that a typical thing for you to do on this particular day of the week?  I've been to work and yeah, my Mondays are always the same, pretty much. The only difference today was Mike was home so I didn't have to worry about Archie, lol. I got home just after 1pm, had a shower, had lunch, washed up and now I'm doing this.

2 - Did you get a decent night’s sleep last night? How many hours sleep do you consider a decent amount?  I slept really well actually. About seven hours is fine for me during the week, but I tend to sleep a bit longer at weekends.

3 - What is one silly thing that really gets on your nerves?  When Mike takes the lighter and doesn't bloody put it back lol.

4 - Who was the last person you saw who wasn’t family? What did you guys end up doing together?  Martin. I just talked to him when I dropped Ollie back home after his walk as he was working from home today.

5 - Do you prefer hot or cold drinks overall?  I prefer a larger variety of cold drinks, but I love my hot coffee too.

6 - Do you own a decent set of waterproofs? If so, what do you use them for the most? If not, do you think that would be something you’d find useful?  I do because I need them for work and walking the dog.

7 - Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?  Not really, just relaxing at home. The weather is bloody freezing and the wind was picking up as I finished my last walk so I'm just glad that I don't have to go back outside.

8 - How often do you get your hair cut? When hairdressers were closed due to COVID, did you try cutting it yourself at home?  I cut it myself at home even when COVID isn't a thing - normally every few months, I guess.

9 - What did you wear the last time you left the house? Is that different to what you’re wearing at the moment?  Fleece leggings, a long sleeved t-shirt, a jumper, two pairs of socks, walking boots and my winter down jacket. I'm now wearing normal leggings, a t-shirt and a hoody, plus slipper socks.

10 - Would you rather have a relaxing beach holiday or a more active holiday in the mountains?  A beach holiday just because my normal life is being active in the mountains lol.

11 - Do you know how to tie a tie?  Yeah, I wore a tie to school for about sixteen years.

12 - How old were you when you first had a sleepover at someone’s house? Did you miss home?  I don't remember, probably about seven or eight? I don't remember missing home much but it was nearly thirty years ago.

13 - How often do you spend time with your extended family? Never. They all live overseas and I haven't been over for about a decade now. My mum's sister and her husband came over a few years ago though.

14 - When you get up in the morning, do you have a set routine?  Yeah, as soon as I get out of bed my routine is the same. Get up, go downstairs, pee, light the wax burner, feed the cats, let the dog out, feed the dog, sort the litter trays, vacuum and make breakfast. After that, it depends whether I'm working or not. If I am, I'll get ready and go to work, but if not I'll have a shower and just chill out.

15 - Do you remember the last time you cried? Were they sad or happy tears?  Last week, they were just...frustration I guess as I had some horrible bug/virus thing and felt horrible.

16 - What do you have planned once you finish this survey?  Probably more surveys.

17 - What was the last thing you cooked? Did you cook from scratch or just heat something up? I had a cannelloni ready meal for lunch, lol. I don't really cook - I just don't enjoy it and our kitchen is really small too which makes it a real hassle.

18 - Are you a fan of hot chocolate? Do you like it plain or do you prefer to add things like whipped cream or marshmallows?  I'm not a huge fan of it unless it's the proper stuff, in which case I always add cream and marshmallows.

19 - What caused your last injury?  Simba scratched me when we were playing the other day.

20 - How many tattoos and piercings do you have? Do any of them have an interesting story behind them?  One tattoo, eight piercings. And no, not really.

21 - What kind of flowers do you like the best? When was the last time someone bought those for you?  Sunflowers or pink roses. And probably Valentine's Day? We have Simba now and he can't be trusted not to knock everything over so no flowers here, lol.

22 - What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over?  I honestly don't know.

23 - Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? I generally prefer starters. Desserts always seem really disappointing in restaurants lol. I can rarely manage all three courses.

24 - How do you get most of your news, if you pay attention to it at all?  Online - mostly via social media.

25 - Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet?  My parents had it but it wasn't very serious. Mike and I had something that probably was COVID back in 2022 but we never tested. We were both pretty unwell with it though.

26 - Are you a vegetarian? If so, what persuaded you to stop eating meat? If not, is it something you’d ever consider?  Not anymore. I did give it a go for a while as a teenager though.

27 - Do you prefer rice or pasta? Pasta.

28 - Is anything you’re wearing a gift? Who bought it for you?  My wedding/engagement rings and well, my husband did lol.

29 - What’s the dominant colour in the room you’re in at the moment?  Red, grey and white all feature pretty evenly.

30 - Did you do laundry yet today? If not, do you need to do any before you go to bed?  I put my towels in the dryer after my shower but otherwise no. I don't need to do any either, I did loads over the weekend.

[wizardfrog69]

୨⎯ "Crocheting/knitting hobby (bsd)" ⎯୧

Basically if you had a crocheting/knitting hobby. also mostly platonic

Also requests are wide open if you want me to write about anything! :)

Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Kunikida, Jun'ichirō, Kenji, Kyōka, Dazai, Ranpo, Katai Tayama, Ace, Chuuya,Chuuya's hat, Kōyō, Arthur, Akutagawa, Higuchi, Hirotsu, Kajii, Oda, Ango, Fitzgerald, Karl, Fyodor, Ivan Goncharov, Nikolai, Sigma

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

Omg he loves the fact that you could make him a scarf

Mike him a scarf btw

He loves it

Also make tiny hats and scarfs for the cats

Love's them also <3

Akiko Yosano:

If you make her anything then she would wear it everywhere

Shows off what you made

Is proud

Atsushi Nakajima:

Please make him like a sweater or something

Yk he'll wear it 24/7

Doesn't he have like one pair of clothes?

Idk just make him something

Doppo Kunikida:

Is proud that you have such useful skills

I don't think he needs anything

But if you make him something then he'll wear it when necessary

Would probably prefer it over his other things of the same use

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki:

Love's, absolutely adores your skill

Make him a shit tone of sweaters and he'll wear every last one of them 24/7

Love's everything you make

Idk why but I feel like he would know how to knit

Will knit you shit aswell

Kenji Miyazawa:

I'm gonna assume that people in his village used to crochet/knit cuz its such a common thing and you would need those skills to make cloths

Whenever you knit/crochet he will sit there are just stare

It's mesmerising to watch someone do such a thing

Pls make him a little cow teddy

Kyōka Izumi:

And you make her a bunny teddy

Also loves to watch

Will thank you politely after you make her something

She will be very grateful

Osamu Dazai:

I'm sorry but watching people crochet or knit is so mesmerising

Watches your every move while you do your thing

Will ask you to make him stuff

Asked you to make him a rope 🥰

Ranpo Edogawa:

Doesn't care ????

I feel like he wouldn't care much

Still appreciates the things you make him but wouldn't really care

Katai tayama:

Bro make him like a blanket or something

Idk why but he's silly rn

My brain thinks he's silly rn

Make him a blanket tho

I just realised it sounds like I'm forcing you to make all of these things

Ace:

Mans will gamble all that shit away

Sorry babes your talent is wasted with him

Chuuya Nakahara:

Crochet a flower for his hat

Idc for him just his hat

Chuuya's hat:

It enjoys the flowers you make it

And other little things

Decorate the hat

Hat enjoys your company

You and the hat are getting married now

Chuuya is invited to the wedding

Runs off with his hat and asks the hat to never leave his side

Now you are in a relationship with chuuya's hat and chuuya

You can make chuuya like new gloves or something idc

Kōyō Ozaki:

Idk what you could make this beautiful lady

Maybe a scarf or something

Arthur Rimbaud:

Use that extra thick wool for his things

Make him a scarf. Gloves. Hat, socks and everything

This man is freezing to death 24/7

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa:

Whatever you do use black yarn

He doesn't really need anything

Maybe a scarf (such an original idea ik)

Ichiyō Higuchi:

Loves everything thing you make

Respectfully shows off what you made

Ryūrō Hirotsu:

I forgot who this is 💀

Nvm it's the old guy

Like idk just like idk

Motojiro Kajii:

Make him lemon scented lemons

To me this guys personality is just lemons

Sakunosuke Oda:

You better be using those skills to make the kids winter clothes

He adores you and he loves what you can do

Ango Sakaguchi:

Man wouldn't even realise

He's too busy working

Francis Scott Fitzgerald:

He fond your skills useful when he was in his poor era 😍

Karl:

Make this racoon some tiny socks or something

Or a cute little hat

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Make little cloths for his rats or something idk

Make him this:

Ivan Goncharov:

He needs a nice hat

Nikolai Gogol:

And he needs a silly hat

Sigma:

Bones ruined him

Like wtf is his character design? The hair is too light the shoes are not shoeing

Like no one can walk in those shoes

Poor Sigma:(

Sorry I got too lazy to continue

[octuscle]

Mick - Good Boy To Chav

"ANTISOCIAL I DON'T LIKE YOU". Great shirt, Michael thought. With his lanky torso, he'd probably look a little silly in it. But to shock his stuffy middle-class parents, it would be just the thing. They hadn't thought it was a good idea for him to travel around England alone for six weeks during the summer vacations. They probably just thought he was too young and inexperienced at just 18 years old. But Michael had had a great time, with the last of his money he had been able to afford three more days in London in a shabby hotel, and now he had found a souvenir.

Sunday, departure day. Michael didn't really appreciate the breakfast at the hotel, but he was hungry and probably he would have to eat more for a longer time after the greasy English Breakfast. So he showered, styled his hair, put on jeans us sneakers and took the tank top.

08:00

No sooner had he put it on than an electric shock went through him. For a second his eyes went black. He shook himself, grabbed his key and descended the narrow steep stairs to the breakfast room located in the basement. He only had to wear the shirt for a few seconds and it had taken possession of him. He was antisocial now. And with every minute he wore the shirt, his mind and body would change, as if he had lived his antisocial life for another week.

08:05

Michael enters the breakfast room. Since he met his new pals a few weeks ago, his skull has been freshly shaved every morning. But no one here cares. There are enough other chavs with short hair hanging out here at the hotel.

08:30

Michael had wolfed down his breakfast. Since he had gotten the job on the construction site organized by his pals, he could eat like nothing. And table manners were nothing for unskilled construction workers.

09:00

He had packed his clothes into his big gym bag. Fuck, at some point he really had to wash, it stank like in the boys' toilet of a sports hall. Which was very horny. Before he left the room, he went to piss again. Damn he had a pressure on the bladder. The toilet bowl he hit only so half, the bathroom filled from the splashes of his piss with a fine mist. Michael looked in the mirror and licked the mist from his lips. His tattoos were really coming along. And the tunnels in his ears even more so. But there was still plenty left… I wonder what the lads would think of a tattoo on his bald head.

09:10

In the backyard of the hotel by the garbage cans, Mike had to suck the dick of the fella at the front desk. That was the price he had to pay for bumming a cigarette. He'd had worse deals than that. Sucks that he had to leave the hotel, but as long as he didn't have a paycheck, he had to stay with a pal.

09:30

He had bought another pack of cigarettes from the last of his money. Now he was waiting for the bus. Hopefully none of the mangy inspectors would come, he didn't have a ticket. But with the fat tunnels in his ears and his two full sleaves, no one would talk to him anyway. And the toil on the construction site had left visible traces on his body. He really looked like one of the bad guys.

10:00 a.m.

He hung out with his pals in his new room. The mattress had been cummed on more than once. Even without his dirty clothes, it stank pathetically of sweat, beer and cigarettes. Mick stripped off his sneakers and held his filthy socks in Gaz's face. The first of his pals began to jerk his cock. Kyle sucked Liam's prick. The orgy could begin.

12:00

Before there was pay on Monday, his lads and he were broke once again. He didn't need to ask his parents for money, he hadn't had any contact with them in years. But tonight Mick would help out at the wholesale market. Floor cleaning and garbage disposal in the meat market hall. There would be a few pounds pay for that. And for that, his pals and he would get credit at the pub. Life as an antisocial chav was the best life!

[thevoidspeakz]

Ok listen, I'm 100% sure this has been done before but I just wanna throw some of my thoughts down here because I can't stop thinking about it.

When Mike wears yellow, it means he's hiding something/repressing himself.

Mike's main color is blue. He may have some yellow accents here and there, but mainly blue.

Now, some scenes where he changes into yellow are the Military make out scene at the start of season 3, the byler rain fight, the airport + rink-o-mania scene.

The Melbourne make out scene at the start of season 3:

In this scene, he's wearing a yellow shirt with a blue jean vest on top. The main color being yellow represents Mike repressing himself, and forcing himself to be in that situation.

(may I add: the yellow curtains in between them, in the green room.)

Here, they're mainly making out, El tries to put her hands on Mike's face but (and I can't stress this enough) he pulls them away.

The blue vest on top could mean a couple things, though it might be a stretch;

First, Mike does try to show a bit of his true self in this scene. After pulling El's hands away, he starts singing the song on the radio, and just being the silly and expressive Mike we know, but El doesn't like that, so he goes back to repressing.

Secondly, this outfit continues on to the movies. We know he can keep his actual personality around his friends because he's known them forever, but the yellow is still there. Because it always is, even if it's not showing.

The rain fight:

Oh yeah, this one's good. Mike's shirt here is fully yellow, he's going full repression here.

We all know about the damn rain fight scene.

Mike knows people think D&D is childish and stupid, and he thinks he can't like "childish things" anymore and he feels the pressure to grow up, to do "normal" things. He also directly relates liking girls to growing up, and also thinks that not liking girls makes him childish, and definitely not normal. He ends up projecting all of this onto Will.

Mike wants to keep playing D&D and Nintendo, and he doesn't want a girlfriend, but he feels like those are obligatory parts of growing up. In season 2, we see him being forced to throw away toys that hold a lot of memories and emotion. He was forced to grow up very early.

"It's not my fault you don't like girls!" and "We're not kids anymore. I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were just gonna sit in my basement and play games for the rest of our lives?" make all of this very clear.

Also, when he bikes to Will's house to apologise, his raincoat is green, covering up the yellow. Green being the mix of yellow and blue, his and Will's colors.

Even with all of the layers of hiding and repression, to Mike, Will is way more important. Mike's scared, confused and conflicted, but he loves Will, no matter what the nature of that love is.

The airport + rink-o-mania scene:

And this is where Mike once again goes full repression mode. All of those doubts from S3 and probably more piled back up, which is symbolized by the yellow shirt over the very blueish purple.

He's trying to focus all of his attention onto El, and he's overperforming as a good boyfriend, and yet, he was still paying attention to Will in the end.

At the airport, there was that half assed "hug" for whatever reason (there's a bunch to choose from, pick your favorite), and he was definitely jealous of whatever girl Will had supposedly painted something for. That "Oh. What's that?" and "Cool." were not subtle, Michael.

At rink-o-mania, he noticed Will "moping" and rolling his eyes, and he tried making the joke about the "vomit green" socks to cheer him up, and it was Will being annoyed that ruined his whole day, and not his girlfriend being publicly humiliated??? Ok. Go off king.

Now, here are some other scenes I felt were important to bring up;

(Note that we don't see Mike in a mainly yellow outfit anytime in seasons 1 or 2.)

When the Byers move out:

God. Fuck. He's wearing a beige shirt with touches of light blue here.

The beige, being very close to yellow, is there because his issues and doubts aren't gone yet.

"I'm sorry, that made me sound like a 7 year old." He's still scared of seeming childish to others. There's also the heavily uncomfortable kiss scene in this outfit, where his eyes are fully opened and he stands there doing nothing in front of an open closet. El forgave him, she said she loved him back, and yet he didn't look happy about that for even a second. He just looked confused. He probably realized how wrong it felt in that moment.

Now let's go over some facts: He looks back at the Byers house after they leave, and the scene where he hugs his mom directly parallels when he thought Will was dead.

Yeah. They wanted us to see how upset he was about losing Will again.

He spent the whole summer pushing him away because of how afraid he was of his own feelings, and he focused so much on that the he didn't stop to think about how much it would hurt to lose him again, and that's exactly what they show us here, and that's what the blue is there to represent.

The season 3 "I love her" outburst:

Okay so this one fucks me up.

He's wearing all three colors here; green, blue and yellow. Now I'd appreciate a little help because I have no idea why that's the case.

He wears this in the "I love her" outburst scene and when he's trying to talk to her at the grocery store.

The yellow has significantly subsided. The main colors here are blue and green. Now, I fully believe that his "I love her" here was meant to be fully platonic, so that would mean he wasn't hiding his true feelings, they were just misunderstood.

The green I really can't say, though he also wore green during their first kiss back in s1, it was just a lot less, and there were also touches of brown/orange;

The "I love you" monologue (🙄):

He's wearing that same blue shirt he's been wearing the whole time, with Will in frame and the pocket over his heart pointing directly to Will.

He's wearing blue here because his monologue was directly based on what Will told him in the van. He thought El was the one who felt that for him, and he needed to hear that, and if she really loved him that way then maybe he could deal. Mike feels like he needs to be needed to be important, and he was convinced that El needed him.

-

Just wanted to throw my two scents into this whole analysis thing, you don't need to believe any of this!

If you have anything to add, feel free to! This is my first analysis and I have the memory of a two year old, so I probably missed some stuff.

@xhavibee sorry for the wait, it's out tho!

[limerence-17]

some stranger things headcanons which i've been thinking about lot lately

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

steve hates it when anyone else drives beside him, but then still gets grumpy when you ask for a ride

robin wants to carry bugs outside but nancy just slaps it with her slipper

lucas hates making doctors appointments on the phone so max does it for him but rolls her eyes the whole time

nancy 100% took piano lessons as a kid but would have rather done gymnastics

steve and robin lip syncing pop muzik by m. robin scott in the car on their way to work/ school

nancy rubs her fingers in circles around your hand to calm you down when you're stressed

johnathan gets pissed when you ask him to make a silly face in a group photo but robin goes all in

johnathan used to tickle will to get him to cheer up as a kid when he was bullied

lucas and dustin and mike have had a jawbreaker eating competition. lucas won.

robin HATES going to the dentist and she makes it pretty clear to everyone

mike wears mismatched socks

billy used to give max piggyback rides and pretend they were race car drivers when they were kids

robin is super into the yellow power ranger

will still uses a nightlight

eddie loses his car keys at least 12 times a day

robin was the girl at the sleepover who wanted to talk about philosophical things after 2am but nancy would have had to go to an appointment at 7am

eddie and robin smoking together always ends in sober mom nancy taking over

billy sings in the shower when he thinks no one is home

joyce would be the only person to put angela in check, she'd 100% kill her with kindness

eddie's the type of guy to tell campfire ghost stories while max says "everyone knows ghosts are not real dumbass"

steve wanted to do theatre but his dad only allowed sports as a child and as a teen

eddie probably had a pet squirrel as a kid and raised it like his own and everything

steve went as spiderman for halloween 4 years in a row and cried when his mom threw away the costume

hopper spins joyce around while they dance

steve loves a white bread sandwich with mayo and turkey

[notyourdayrdream]

A/N: this is for @todaydreambelieversfic ‘s summer advent (?) “Tan Hands and Tan Lines.” I know i missed a day lol, i completely forgot. this is also my first time participating in any sort of event, and omg ‘judicious’ is a VERY difficult word to start out with! i’ll post this and all the other days i manage to complete on AO3.

Day 2 Side A: Judicious

“You have shoes on?” Blaine asked, stopping their stroll to kick a rogue soccer ball back to a group of kids.

“Of course I do,” Kurt took his eyes off the street in front of him to glance at his boyfriend's toes. “Of course you don’t.”

The sun was just barely peeking out from the horizon, the sky burnt with deep oranges and pinks. Even Westerville sunsets were prettier than Lima’s, Kurt noticed.

Blaine laughed sheepishly beside him, the sound almost as loud as the chorus of crickets around them. Almost. “It feels nice. It’ll feel even better when we get on the grass.”

They were supposed to be downtown, watching a movie at the theatre. They sat through the previews, sipping on soda and eating butter free popcorn (at Kurt’s request). Kurt’s mind wandered from how annoying Tony Stark was to August, and the few days he and Blaine had left actually together. They slipped out from the back of the theatre just after the Marvel logo disappeared from the screen. Mike and Santana had jobs there for the summer, he would cover for them.

That’s how Kurt found himself wandering down the quiet streets of a Westerville suburb with Blaine, hands pressed into his pockets. Blaine had asked him to not hold his hand or ‘do anything too romantic’ until they got where they were going. Kurt was almost offended, but Westerville was even more conservative than Lima was, with almost twice the amount of watchful eyes. And even though he wouldn’t say it, he knew Blaine didn’t want it coming back to his dad that they were being too out and proud in where he lived.

“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” he asked for at least the seventh time. If they were lost, he’d have no choice but to call his dad, and that would open up a wormhole of questions. Kurt really didn’t want to spend his last summer in Lima grounded.

Blaine waited until they got to the stop sign at the end of the street. “Yeah,” he waved his hands as if the question was silly. He chewed on his bottom lip as he made a right. He was jumping over the cracks in the sidewalk. Kurt was dating an absolute dork. Now he knew how Santana felt.

“I don’t want to be murdered on the outskirts of your neighborhood.” Kurt teased, only half kidding. He kicked a rock out of Blaine’s path.

Blaine knocked against his shoulder slightly. “We’ve been dating for a year and you still think I'd kill you?” There was a lilt in his tone.

“You can never be too sure,” he grinned, admiring the two and three story houses along the way. They were all the same, with pools and freshly trimmed rose gardens. The neighborhoods of Westerville seemed like the type to have a neighborhood watch and rulebooks on how long you were allowed to leave garbage cans out for.

They walked in comfortable silence until the sun had set completely and the street lights turned on. There were no cars on the road anymore, and lamps inside houses clicked off one by one. Blaine led them down a road where houses no longer lined the streets, until the outline of his body was only a shadow. This was how horror movies started. Kurt kept checking for a sign of life, in case he actually was about to be murdered in the middle of nowhere.

They made a left and jogged until Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and skidded to a stop. “Here we are,” he sing-songed, wincing as he rubbed the reddened pads of his feet.

They stood on the edge of a perfectly manicured lawn, on the backdrop of rolling hills. Fireflies danced around them, covering the grass like a blanket. A brick school

building was placed in the middle of the field, nearly four stories with a tennis court in the rear instead of a playground.

“It’s beautiful,” Kurt whispered, squeezing Blaine’s hand. The streetlamp tinted his skin as orange as the sky had been.

“This is my old elementary school,” Blaine said pensively, rocking onto the tips of his toes.

“The one where you got your first role as ‘Tree number one’ in The Jungle Book?” He should’ve never told Kurt that story.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you,” he said in between giggles, wearing that dopey half smile that was reserved for Kurt’s eyes only.

“Nope,” Kurt shook his head and swooped down to meet Blaine’s lips. He hummed in surprise, but grasped at the small of Kurt’s back. His lips were still sweet and bubbly from his cherry slushie.

When they pulled apart, Blaine opened his eyes slowly, kissed to the point of confusion. It took a moment before he yelled, “Come on!” grabbing Kurt’s hands and sprinting down the hill like a child.

Kurt slipped off his shoes and socks as fast as he could, leaving them behind him in the damp grass. Not even a minute before they made it to the base of a hill did the sprinklers turn on around them and then everywhere in a chain reaction.

He shrieked, pulling off his cotton button down and holding it over his head in a desperate attempt to protect his clothes from being soiled any further. Kurt turned to Blaine, expecting him to be doing the same. But he was doing the opposite.

He was dancing.

If you could call it that. It was more of just jumping, moving to the beat of an imaginary song. He lifted his head to the sky and shouted, catching droplets of rain on his tongue. His jeans and striped t-shirt clung to his body in a way that made Kurt blush.

“You’re so stupid!” Kurt called, barely able to hide the smile playing on his lips.

Blaine turned to look back at him. His hair was frizzy and ruined, gel washing out in greasy clumps down his face. “You love it!”

And he did.

Of course there was still the uncertainty of everything; college, the glee club, their relationship. But none of that mattered to him now. If they only had a few weeks before everything changed, Kurt wanted to spend it like this. Rolling down hills and staining his clothes, lying shoulder to shoulder in the grass and naming stars, trading lazy kisses that ended up more of just teeth knocking together.

Truth was, Kurt really liked being undignified with Blaine.

Long after the sprinklers had gone off and their clothes had stuck to their clothes, a pair of fireflies came close enough for the two of them to touch. Kurt cupped one judiciously, careful to not crush the tiny insect.

Blaine’s was crawling up his arm, flickering at the same time as Kurt’s. A heartbeat, they were the only light source around them. Kurt stared at his boyfriend over the greenish haze of the bugs, trying to soak it all in. He was always handsome, but he was especially gorgeous like this, sopping wet and carefree.

“I love you too,” he said after scooping the lighting bug up before it crawled up into his shirt.

Blaine blinked in surprise. Kurt caught a glimpse of the blush that spread over his face when the fireflies lit up again before flying off.

“I didn’t even say anything.” He scooted until he was halfway in Kurt’s lap and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “I love you too.”