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wordynerdygurl · 4 years ago

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Skin Deep ~ Part 1

Author’s Note: Hello, hello, hello! I hope everyone’s staying healthy and Six Feet Away from everyone else! Remember, kiddies, wearing a mask keeps all of us safe! With that out of the way, I hope you all like this new series! The idea has been percolating for awhile and I’m happy to share part one with you here. As you all know, I typically write for Loki and while he will be making a major appearance in this ditty, it won’t be until Part 2. Come along for the ride, won’t you?? You know that I love all of you, all the likes, comments, reblogs, and consideration... so thank you all so much! Asks are open, so message me if you have an idea! Or, asked to be tagged in future stories! Always, thanks to @sammy-jo1977, beta reader and friend, for encouraging me during this one!

Pairing: Loki X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Natasha & Reader friendship Summary: Loki’s leaving two years ago changed you in ways that Natasha and Steve can’t abide. Encouraged to find love again, in the arms of Steve Rogers, seems like a great idea. But what happens when Loki comes to claim what he’s promised? Warnings: Angst, Lost Love, Eventual SMUT

Part 1

Plopping down to the planed floor with a soft “Ooph”, you immediately reached for your water bottle. Oh sweet, icy cold condensation rolling off, taunting you with the allure of complete hydration. With a swipe of your sweat covered brow, you flipped open the cap, panting, “Why do we do this?”

“Because we ate all of Tony’s gourmet donuts.”

“That was weeks ago… and all your fault, I might add!”

Natasha eased herself down to your level, not looking as winded or wiped as you did, “God, they were delicious.”

“He special orders those, ya know? Calls the bakery weeks ahead to make sure they bring enough of those… what are they? Eclairs?” “Cream horns. Loves those things.” Natasha, grunting, as she pulled her ballet slipper free. Turning to your friend, laughing tiredly, “So do I!” Resting your head on the wall behind you, “Thanks for coming with me. I know you get your workouts in with the team, but I just can’t imagine running around in that gym…”, you trailed off, unsaid words hanging in the air.

Natasha didn’t respond beyond a nod, adding, “It’s fun! And I don’t have to hear Steve’s whining over you the whole time.” “As if, Nat.” “I’m serious.” Natasha stretched like a cat before rising, “He likes you almost as much as you like Tony’s donuts.” Chuckling, you took the hand she offered, pulling you up to standing. You moved through the locker room, still out of breath, trailing Natasha until she stopped in front of units 14 and 16. Throwing you a towel, drying her own dampened skin, “Donuts aren’t Loki. You know that right?” Snorting around the bottle at your lips, sputtering, “Jesus, Nat! Yes. Yes. I am very well aware of the fact that Loki is not donuts… or donuts are not him. Or whatever the hell you are trying to say to me. I know, Ok?” “It’s just…” She busied herself digging through her bag, not looking at you, trying to keep her voice light. Edged with unspent anger, gruffer than you liked to hear yourself, “Yea?” “You’re... snippy. How long has it been now?” Tossing the question over her shoulder casually like it was no more than her sweat soaked towel. Standing now on overworked legs, “You know how long it’s been Nat.” Pulling your locker open with a jerk, a hard sigh ripping from your throat, the flash of hurt undeniable. Shutting her own firmly, “... when do you move on, then?” “When? Better question: How? How do I? He asked me to wait, Natasha. I told him I would.” “It’s been two years.” “One year, ten months, three weeks and 5 days.” Correcting your friend didn’t make you feel better. Leveling you with her cool stare, that secretive partial smile pulling at her lips, Natasha lowered herself onto the bench. Your back rested against the cool mesh metal and damn it if the liquid heat of tears weren’t forming in your eyes. Slinking over to you, Natasha wrapped her arms around your shoulders, her diminutive strength holding you close despite your clammy skin. “You deserve happiness. Even Loki would understand that.” Pausing, Natasha zipped up her bag, nudging you to follow. “Besides, you need to get laid.” Snatching up your own gym gear, “Nat! I do not.” Grumbling, you followed her towards the locker room doors, zipping up your hoodie before pushing out into the street. “Trust me. You do.” Stopping at the corner, you grabbed your friend’s hand. “He’s a God. It’s not that easy to just replace him… in my life. Or… in the bedroom, ya know?” Holding up two fingers, like a VE day salute, Natasha wiggled them in your face. Her meaning was clear. It had been two years. Too damn long. “Ok. Ok. Fine. Let’s say, you’re right. I do need to move on. What does that even look like?” Stepping through the Tower’s automatic doors, whispering your fear out loud made you feel guilty, as if you had already betrayed your promise somehow. Punching in the passcode and selecting your floor number from the elevator, Natasha focused straight ahead, answering, “You’re surrounded by super heroes.” “So? They’re co-workers. Well, technically, they’re my boss’ husband’s co-workers.” “Come on. When Loki was… around, you all hung out together. And, since he’s been gone, I know at least one of them has been keeping a close eye on you.” Interest piqued, “Really? Who?” Chuckling at your eagerness, “Steve.” “Oh.” You flexed your neck, looking at the lights above you, not entirely surprised by Nat’s admission. He might have thought his actions were stealthy, but the Captain had made his interest pretty clear, always pulling out your chair, asking about your day, and in general showing up wherever you happened to be. “You should give him a chance. And you know as well as I do-”

Cut off by the ping of the opening doors, she took a step back, letting Steve Rogers into the lift. “Ladies.” “Captain.” Nat nodded. “Captain Rogers.” Everything Natasha has been saying flooded your mind. How Steve was into you, asking about you, thinking of you. Suddenly you were acutely aware of how you looked. Short hair tucked into a cloth headband, sweat soaked strands stuck to your neck. Your sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, the thick strap of your sports bra exposed in all it’s fluorescent green glory. Did you smell? Oh god. Sliding to the back of the car, you cowered, hoping that Captain America would ignore you completely. No dice. “How was the class?” “Good. This one-” pointing at you, Natasha continued, “-is quite the leaper!” Hot blood flooded your face, painting your neck, as you flushed under the praise. Facing you now, Steve licked over his bottom lip, “Is that so?” Had you ever noticed just how sharp his jaw actually was? Or the way his shirt sleeves, rolled up to the elbows, made his arms look so strong? Your heart thudded dully in your ears, crowding out Steve’s voice as you imagined, just for a second, being alone with him in the lift. “What?” Asking dully, stunned by the force of your long ignored need, you hadn’t heard his follow up question. Lowering his head, softly chuckling, “I asked if you two were having lunch? Could I join you?” “I’m in a meeting… Fury is in town.” Rolling her eyes, Natasha stepped out on her floor, “See you later!” You just knew she was going to grill about all this at some point, but now you were trapped in a metal box with one of those sexy superheroes she’d told you to move on with. Doors closing with a metallic hiss, Steve smiled at you sweetly, “About lunch?” “Um… well, I’d need to shower. Change…” Talking with your hands, betraying your nervous energy, you struggled with an excuse as to why you couldn’t join with the Captain. “I can wait. Want to meet up on the patio… say, forty five minutes?” Looking so hope filled, you found yourself smiling broadly at the blonde Adonis, now holding open the doors, waiting for your reply. “Sure. Forty five minutes.”

It took an hour. You hadn’t meant to, but by the time you’d cleaned up, thrown on a skirt and tucked in your tee shirt, slapped on a bit of mascara and tied your sneakers, it had been sixty minutes. Even though you were jumpy and jittery, since Loki left, this was the closest thing to a date you’d been on. Stepping out onto the patio, squinting into the noonday sun, you spotted the golden boy easy enough. Sitting comfortably, a brown paper bag on the table, Steve looked completely at ease waiting for your grand entrance. Shifting, he glanced your way, freezing at the sight of you. Gaining his feet slowly, Steve watched your approach, “Hi…” There was a tone of appreciation in his voice that made your skin tingle. “Hello, Captain.” God, even the sound of your voice was sexy. Steve found himself stuttering, flustered, by the overwhelming sweetness of you. Clapping his hands against his leg, “Um… please, call me Steve, ok?” “Yes, ok. Steve.” A long minute passed where you looked at Steve and he looked back at you. He was just so glad to have you all to himself, uninterrupted, that looking at you took his breath away. It also erased his manners for a heartbeat, “Please, sit down. I, uh… I had some sandwiches made.” Tucking a lock of short hair behind your ear, you grinned, “Is this… is this a picnic? For me?” Squinting a bit, shrugging his shoulders with a laugh, “Maybe?” “Maybe is ok with me.” Reflecting that tentative tone, part curious, part cautious, you reached for the bag. “I’m starving!” Sipping from your glass bottle Coke, you looked over the Avenger before you. So wholesome, so clean cut. Nothing like the dark and devious God of Mischief who’d stolen your heart and then abandoned it so long ago. Munching on your sandwiches, delicious and fresh, your nervousness ebbed away. Basic first date stuff flowed between the pair of you, movies you loved and why, favorite colors and school subjects. Hobbies came next, and you found yourself surprised when Steve shyly admitted, “Drawing. I love to draw. Before I was… um… when I was just Steve, I could sketch myself into another world. It was freeing.” “That’s how I feel about music.” Talking to Steve felt nice. And you knew that was a cliche adjective, but nice was so easy. It’s how you found yourself talking about your first live concert, Heart, when you were eight and how it made you love rock music as a kid. “Heart… sounds familiar.” He was cute as mused over the placing the name, wiping the Dorito dust off his fingers. Excitedly you recited songs that meant so much to you, “Barracuda? Magic Man?” “Magic Man… I think I know that one.” Unable to stop yourself, singing into the now drained Coke bottle turned microphone, “Try to understand, try, try, try to understand! He’s a Magic Man, mama… He’s got magic hands!” Clapping at your performance, Steve smiled at you, warm and even. “Magic Men? Magic hands, huh?” And suddenly, Loki was there, front and center in your thoughts. The scent of worn leather and dark liquor filled your nose, phantoms from memory, come to torment you. An image of Loki and those wickedly smart hands, coaxing you onto your back as his silver tongue devoured your sopping center already overdue for his attention, was as real now as when you had lived it. He had magic hands. He’d proven that to you over and over again. Tears rose to your eyes, clouding your vision, as everything that was sweet about the afternoon turned sour. “Um… I’m sorry Steve. I need to… uh… I have to go.” Stumbling to your sneakered feet, you quickly cleared the table, unable to look at the super soldier as you made a fast escape. “I lost someone I loved too.” His words made you stop in your tracks, his tone darker than you’d ever hear before. In four long strides, Steve caught up with you, just as your hand gripped the door’s handle.

Unable to turn, afraid to face him, sobbing softly, “I know Steve… but this is different.” “Yea… I know. I know it is.” Hearing his voice, just as raw, just as ragged as your own, made it easier to give in. Putting the door to your back, looking at Steve through wet lashes, frustration in his baritone, “I just… damn.”

Lifting his blue eyes to yours, begging for the words that would somehow make all of this normal, “Would you ever… could you ever…?” Your mouth started moving, swayed by the earnestness of his sentiment, “Maybe. It’s the best I can do, Steve.” “Maybe is ok with me.”

Wavering now, your smile faltering as tears threaten to fall, “Thanks.” If he answered, you didn’t hear it. Rushing inside with a fist in your mouth, hoping to block the lovesick cry that ripped from you, practically running down the hallway to your place. Not wanting anyone to see you so broken, so torn, after all this time, you needed to escape. Safely in your apartment, all alone, collapsing on the bed, you couldn’t stop your mind from replaying the afternoon. From the gentle banter and kind hearted ‘get to know you’ vibes of your lunch with Steve, when you had opened up to the idea of a new love, a new start. To how easy it was to let Loki creep into your thoughts, a riptide pulling you back into the shadows of your feelings for his dark desire. Guilty bile burned your throat at the idea that you might be betraying your absent love… letting him down, somehow. Hitting the pillow behind you, weeping openly now, you thought about the last time Loki had come to you. His words, his actions, all showing a deep affection for you. Even if Loki had never said the actual word, he had shown you time and again that he did truly love you. “Pet. We must speak.” Sex drunk and sapped, you curled over the lithe chested God in your bed, “Sounds serious…” Sitting up, Loki forced you to move, his profile sharp in the dim light of early dawn. “I’ve been called to Jotunheim.” Leaning back on your elbows, “Ok… Jotunheim. Why?” His broad back to you, Loki’s head dipped forward, resting on his folded legs. “I… I am the rightful heir to their throne. They need a ruler and-” turning to face you, “-it is me. There is talk of war. If there’s any chance to avoid it, I must be there. I have to go.” Leaning your cheek into his shoulder, you sighed, “You have to go. I understand that.” “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” Nosing under his arm, smooshing against Loki’s ribs, “Hmm… you’ve been away before. I always manage, somehow… and...” Looking down at you through his dusky lashes, a secretive smile on those tasty lips, “And?” “You always come back to me.” “I do… I have. Will you…” Pausing, Loki twined his fingers with yours, testing the weight of your hand, “That is… wait for me?” Pressing a small kiss to his sweet mouth, “Always, babe. I’ll be right here.”

“Promise me. Promise that you’ll wait for me.” Panic flashed over him, causing Loki to tug you closer, crushing you against his chest, his mouth conquering yours thoroughly. “I promise, Loki. Promise me that you’ll be careful.” Solemnly nodding, “Yes. I promise, pet.” Satisfied, smoothing his hair off his forehead, “I love you. You know that.” Soothing the shaken prince, your words calmed him and Loki found a fragile peace in the parting of your lips. Lowering you against the cotton sheets, taking what was promised to him once more, Loki lingered over your tender body, committing every dip and dimple to memory. Your arms clung to his, hooked under his bulging biceps, fingers wrapping over the back of his shoulders. There was only you and Loki in the deepening dark of dawn. His slow and steady rhythm forcing your knees to the side, opened wide for him. Your body, always eager, now overflowing with want, welcomed Loki again and again. How softly he hummed, “Pet… my pet… wait for me. Wait for me.” And your own responsive reply, “Yes, Loki. Yes. Always.” Teeth nipped at your neck, biting hard, marking you. In that shared moment of giving and receiving of pain, your body surrendered to Loki’s masculine invasion, even as you conquered his desire. Shivering in his arms, sleep pulling you away from your lover, “Loki… I’ll wait forever.” When you woke up, still dressed from your lunch date with Steve, your pillow was soaked through. You hadn’t cried over Loki in months, let alone in your sleep. Talking it over with Natasha later you whispered, “It was like I relived our last night together. I could feel him, Nat. Smell him. Loki was there.” “No. He hasn’t been on Earth in two years.” Shaking her head in disbelief at your close to insane theory, Natasha was quick to correct you. “Well, it felt real. And you know why this happened?” “If you’re going to say it’s because of Steve, don’t.” Ignoring Natasha, whispering conspiratorially, lest your imagined Loki overhear you, “It’s because of Steve. Somehow, Loki knows.” “We don’t even know if Loki is alive. So, him knowing that you’ve gone on one… almost date with Steve, that’s just…” Words escaped her, but a hand gesture that questioned your mental status finished her thought. Sitting back in your chair, eyeing your friend cooly, “It’s not crazy, Nat. And neither am I.” “I didn’t say you were.” “You implied it.” Mimicking her hand motion, miffed, you started typing on your phone. Why couldn’t she get it? Loki wasn’t like Steve. He wasn’t like any other man. Loki knew things, felt things, even across space and time.

After multiple failed attempts to engage you, all met with your stony silence, “I’m sorry, ok. I just… I just really don’t believe that Loki is haunting you from outer space.” Snapping open her iced tea Natasha took a long sip, “Besides, I want to know what happened with Steve.” Still concentrating on your phone, “It was fine.” “Fine? That’s it? You were on the patio for a long time.” She was teasing you now, but damn it, Natasha didn’t have to be so dismissive. “So? It was nice.” Eyes still locked on your device, you knew it was killing her, but you wanted Natasha to validate your Loki theory before you gave her any details about your date. Sighing, Natasha picked at her salad greens, “Ok. Ok. Loki is watching you from afar and he’s probably ghosting you, so you have every right to be worried.” Beaming widely, having won the battle of wills, “Thank you!” “Now, please, please, will you tell me about you and Steve?” Shifting in your seat, “He was sweet. It was all going well… until…” “Until?” “Until... Loki.” you shrugged. “Ugh." Sighing with unchecked disgust, Natasha tossed her fork down, fixing you with a hard stare. “It… it’s hard ok? I mean, I’m trying to be… open to Steve, to the idea of Steve. And, he really is so kind.” You couldn’t help blushing just a bit. He had been so awfully understanding, so real in a way that Loki had never been, that you felt a bit bad about bailing on him. Listening, Natasha could see that you were working on opening up to the super soldier, so she let you off the hook saying, “I know… I know. I’m just really pulling for you two!” Placing your hand over hers, you squeezed, “I know you are. I just… I’m not sure that I’m ready.” Natasha's face softened and she bobbed her head. Munching on her veggies, “Listen. At some point you have to get back to being yourself. I miss you. The old you. We all do.” This was news to you. “You all miss the old me? I haven’t changed.” “But you have. Look at you. Today you’re wearing grey. Yesterday, grey. The day before, black.” Pulling at your simple, comfortable, sweater, “Your point?” “You had pink hair when I met you. Remember?” Folding her arms on the table, leaning into you, Natasha was begging for you to challenge her assessment. Of course you remembered. You had dyed it yourself, but that was a different time, a different you. Coolly answering, “Well, I wasn’t Pepper’s PA then, was I?” “No… but you were still working here. Tony hired you for your ballsy attitude. Truthfully, I think that’s why Loki fell so hard for you too.” Stopping to gauge your reaction, Natasha smiled tightly, “You were so…” “Full of life.” Rich and warm, you recognized his voice without turning around. Steve swung into the free chair at your table, interrupting your conversation, gaze pointed your way. “Exactly!” Agreeing, Natasha clapped the super soldier on the back before refocusing her attention on you. “Wow.” The recently quelled anger crept back into your tone as you sassed, “Well, I guess I didn’t realize that I had become a shadow of my former self. Excuse me, Captain. Natasha. Wouldn't want to bum you out.” Unable to hide the hurt in your voice, you rose smoothly, swiftly breaking for the exit. “Wait! Will you please, just hold up a minute.” Barely jogging to your side, Steve caught up with you a little too quickly for your liking. Still raw, you bit into your bottom lip, glaring at him defiantly, “Yes Captain.” “Don’t do that, doll. Please?” “I’m not your doll.” but you did stop, turning on him, an angry glare in your clear eyes. “Fine. You’re not. I just thought…” trailing off, Steve, always unable to say exactly what you needed to hear went silent now. “You thought? What? That all of the sudden you and Nat would convince me that I don’t love Loki? That I’m a fool for waiting for him? That he’s clearly not coming back? What exactly were you thinking Steve?” fury spun out from you like smokey swirls, threatening to burn the boy down. Steve kept his cool even though you saw his jaw tighten, “No. Not that. I thought… I thought, maybe…” Running a rough hand through his blonde hair, “I thought I had a chance.” “I told you maybe, Steve. Maybe. Maybe I could…” Dropping your hands in defeat, damp eyes pleading with him silently, “There’s more to this story than you know.” “That might be true. Maybe there is some element here that I’m missing. But I know this,” closing in on you, your rump bumping into the wall behind you, “If you were mine, I would never leave you.” Impossibly near, you could smell the minty holdover of toothpaste on his breath, the clinging scent of his aftershave overwhelming your senses. Watching, waiting, Steve cupped your cheek. His touch was so soft you thought you might have imagined it. Tracing your jaw, Steve’s caress continued, those smart fingers tilting your chin up. Parting your lips, your feet moved independently of your head and heart, bringing you closer to the heat of his chest. You didn’t want to want Steve. You weren’t ready to let go of Loki, even after all this time… and yet… Steve was here. With a wide, hot hand wrapping around your waist, drawing your hips snugly against his own. Closing your eyes, feeling your way over flexing arms, you settled your flying fingers on around his ribs. Always a man of action, dipping his full mouth yours, Steve’s kiss was spun sugar light. Offering sweetness and sunshine, you rose up on your toes, meeting him more than halfway. Oh, the feeling of a strong man under your hands. Someone real, not dream or memory, but warm and solid and here. Licking over the seam of Steve’s lips, spurring him on, you sighed when his tongue tentatively tasted your own.

Cradling your face in his impossibly large hands, your need swelled at the grounding support Steve offered, eagerly matching his intensity. As he pulled away, your feminine flavor on his lips, a light of lust shone in his bright eyes. Swallowing hard, “I… I hope that was alright.” Breathless and boneless, “It was more than alright, Steve.” Twisting a lock of your hair, his knuckles brushing over your blush soaked cheekbone, “I have wanted to do that for a long time, you know?” Suddenly shy, you lowered your gaze, “I know. Sorry...” Lifting your chin once more, Steve huskily whispered, “Don’t apologize, doll. Not to me. Not to anyone.” The next morning, at your desk typing away, you weren’t really expecting America’s fiercest fighter to find you. Yet there was Steve, a checkered button up shirt stretched dangerously over his wide chest, sleeves turned up so that the enhanced veins of his wrists were on display. “Hey doll.” “Hey yourself!” Again that flustered feeling washed over you. Steve was hovering right at the edge of your space, too far away, but still shockingly close. “Captain! Great to see you! Tony’s on his way up, but maybe you’d like to wait in my office?” Pepper blew in, graceful and glowing, immediately commanding the attention of their guest. “Sure. I’ll be right there.” But he didn’t budge. In fact, Steve settled himself on the corner of your desk, crossing those impossibly muscled arms, looking you over keenly. Sitting up straighter, swiveling your chair his way, “Is there something I can do for you, Captain Rogers?” That sent one of his golden eyebrows skyward, a playful grin lighting up his face. Steve leaned into you, “A few things, actually. But let’s start with dinner. Tonight, no excuses.” Pulling himself up to his full height, imposing but impossibly charming, “Not too fancy, ok?”

Breathlessly, “Yes. Ok. Yes.”

Swinging back to your computer screen, your chair stopped, forced to stillness by Steve’s heavy hand. “Oh, and doll?” Those lips of his found yours, providing enough pressure to part your own, taking you by surprise at so public a display of affection. But how could you resist when Steve curled you close? He tasted like autumn sunshine, all warm honey and cinnamon sugar, making you melt into his kiss, oblivious to the world around you. “Steve? Oh, Captain, My Captain! Please, stop harassing the help! That’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen!” Tony chided playfully as he approached. Sighing, Steve straightened, his hand lingering on your shoulder. “Tonight. I can’t wait.”

Beaming, you bit your bottom lip, Steve’s taste still on your tongue. “See you then.” Natasha watched you, pacing nervously, worrying a hole in the rug of your apartment. “He’ll be here. Relax.” “I’m not worried about him not showing up. I’m terrified that he will.” Sitting on the edge of your couch, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, “I should cancel. This… this is all happening really fast.” “Fast?” Scoffing, Natasha sashayed into your kitchen, pulling a wine glass from the cabinets she knew so well. “I wouldn’t call your first date in two years fast. If anything, you’re moving at a snail’s pace.” Giggling at her silliness, “A snail’s pace, huh?” Handing you the overfilled goblet, laughing herself, “Yea. Or, like maybe a tortoise?” You sipped cautiously, more to keep your shirt stain free than out of worry about overindulgence, “Slow and steady wins the race, Nat.” “Then what exactly are you racing towards?” It was Natasha's innate ability to turn a question back on you that made her one of your closest friends. Somehow a calming glass of pinot was part of an existential debate on your future. What were you after? “Um… I guess, I want to feel…” words failed you. Feel. Loki had taken all of those ideals with him when he left. If you were completely honest, you weren’t sure what love looked like without the impish, mischievous man at your side. Perching on the arm of your couch, brushing over your search for the right words, “Listen. I know that you’re still… torn. But, give Steve a shot. He’s been alone too long. Just like you.” A firm knock distracted you both. “Well… how do I look?” Smoothing out your skirt, you twirled for your friend, eager to be complimented. “Great! Really great! Have so much fun tonight!” Hugging her quickly, you whispered, “I will… try. I will try. And,” stepping back to look at your thoughtful friend, “Thanks.” Another knock, steady and even as the man on the other side of the door, “No problem! Now get out there, Steve’s waiting.” Nodding once more, you almost danced to the entryway, Natasha peeking into the hall just to make sure that you didn’t falter at the last minute. She felt a small pang of guilt as you opened the door on Steve, standing there with a small bouquet of flowers, hope written across his fine features. Natasha had read the last communique from SHIELD, Fury had made sure of that. What it said, that Loki was alive, and his return to Earth was almost assured, had been running through her mind ever since. All the more reason to get you out of his clutches and into Steve’s while she still could. Just the thought that Loki might come back to claim what was his, meant that there was no way you would have taken her advice, no chance that you’d have accepted Steve’s dinner invitation. Even with his smooth skills, the super soldier knew precious little about wooing women, something Nat chalked up to years under the ice. Unlike Loki, who was as clever and quick as they come. So, Natasha was the matchmaker, the one who hatched this whole scheme. It wasn’t a role she relished but it did require the skill set she had perfected over the years. Watching, waiting, setting a baited trap, springing it at the right time.

And Natasha had executed her part to perfection as evidenced by the adorable look on your face after Steve’s impromptu kiss following your tantrum the other day. Or how he’d visited your office and made your knees weak in front of everyone, including Tony. It was all anyone could talk about. To be honest, Natasha didn’t think Steve had it in him, and yet, you were walking out the door with him, off to a night of fun and romance. “Um… Nat? Could you?” Handing over the small bundle of blossoms, Natasha took them, a satisfied smile on her face. This was going to work, she could feel it. You were already halfway gone from the looks of things and Steve had been yours since the first time he’d met you. If Loki spent another month, or, fingers crossed longer, off world, Jotunheim, Vanaheim, hell, the Forest Moon of Endor, you’d be hooked on Steve and safe from that Trickster and his shifting plans. Questioning herself, Natasha wondered, not for the first time, if she was doing the right thing. The noble thing. The plain truth was she couldn’t watch you break again, not after last time. Steve wouldn’t cause that kind of hurt, he just wasn’t built that way, and that’s why she’d pulled your collective strings. Moving your pieces into play, always in your best interest, always to help, that’s what Nat told herself.

But always, deep down, she was a company girl and it was Fury who wanted to keep tight tabs on you. Without knowing the whys of Nat's scheme, he had been happy to learn about Steve's growing interest in the girl who once tamed Loki. His reasoning, as he explained to the Black Widow, was two fold.

First, knowing Steve was with you to keep you safe and under surveillance in the event that Loki contacted you was a good thing. No need to search for you while you were necking with the Captain. Second, if Loki came back needing a reminder on why he should behave, you were there as incentive… or bait, depending on the severity of the situation.

Sighing, Natasha gulped down your unfinished wine, wondering if her plan would be enough to keep you safe. Why couldn't Loki stay gone? Maybe he had moved on, just like you, and he would stay away.

Fat chance of that happening with you in play. Loki would be back. That would happen. As she placed Steve’s floral arrangement into your vase, Natasha hoped that it would be later, much later, than her reading suggested.

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forever-rogue · 5 years ago

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THIS THE DUMBEST MF REQUEST U EVER HEARD BUT IM ON MY PERIOD AND I HAVE TO TAKE MEDS BC CHRONIC CRAMPS ANS ITS GIT SO MUCH MF CAFFIENE AND IM FUCKING TRIPPING RN AND FOR SOME DUMBASS REASON I NEED DIN X READER WHERE READER TAKES MEDS AND GOES BATSHIT CRAZY LITERALLY IM SHAKING SO MUCH WOEOWOW SORRY THIS IS ACTUALLY SOME TH IFN IM ASKING FOR YOURE GRET!!

Hi friend, I hope you’re okay now and feeling better! Din blurb? Din blurb. Enjoy! Thank you @rosetophighlander for providing some much needed inspo!

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When it came to your least favorite time of the month, you were normally able to handle it...for the most part. It’d been a routine that you’d been going through for what seemed like eons, but some months were worse than others. This was one of those times; not just one of those times, but also the first time you’d had this much pain around your Mandalorian companion.

The morning had gone fairly well, you’d made sure to stay hydrated and eaten a decent breakfast, along with your small green friend, but why the time the afternoon started, your insides were in utter turmoil. You thought you were doing a fairly good job of keeping a neutral face and hiding it. Until...

“What’s wrong?” Din’s gaze was trained on as you sat in the co-pilot’s seat, hand on your stomach and a contorted look on your face. So much for handling it well...but it was hard when it felt like your innards were being eaten.

“N-nothing,” you lied, biting the inside of your cheek as another wave of cramps rolled over you. You should have known better than to lie to him. He was a trained bounty hunter, years of practice had made it easy for him to read just about anyone.

“Why are you lying?” he asked and you just sigh and let your head flop to the side, letting out an exasperation groan.

“Period,” you finally said through gritted teeth as you pointedly avoided looking at him, “I’m on my period.”

“Oh,” he sounded almost nervous but just awkwardly cleared his throat. He wasn’t inept when it came to a woman’s body, but it had been some time since he’d experienced being with a woman during her time of the month. You just nodded and a waved a hand in his general direction, “is there...”

“No,” you said quietly, hoping that if you remained seated and still that the pain would dull and pass quickly. Din stood up after a few more moments of watching you silently struggled with the waves of pain, disappearing without a word. Maybe you’d scared him off?

But no - he was back within a few minutes, handing you a big glass of water, followed by a few pills that you didn’t recognize. You didn’t even bother to ask what they were, or what their origins were, but you quickly swallowed them and down the glass of water.

“That should help,” he said softly and you nodded, giving him a thankful smile, “maybe you should...take a nap.”

“I’m not tired though,” you insisted, knowing the tiredness that always accompanied this time of month could come later in the afternoon. It always did, like clockwork.

“You’ll...just trust me,” he insisted, nudging his head in the direction of the your shared sleeping space, “you’ll want to sleep. It might be...just take a nap.”

“Oh...kay,” you shrugged and decided to oblige him, slowly clambering out of spot and heading for your cot. You might have been going crazy...but did you already feel better? Din wasn’t normally so cryptic or weird, but you weren’t to question him. Besides, maybe a nap would be nice...

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Once you’d slipped into your cot, it took only a few minutes until you gave into the soft pull of sleep. If you’d been awake, it would have surprised you, but instead you were quickly snoring...and loudly.

But then...almost as quickly as you feel asleep, you were wide awake again. Your eyes snapped open as you felt a rush of energy running through your veins...you felt more awake than you possibly ever had. But your pain was gone, instead you felt nothing but pure adrenaline pumping through your body.

“Din,” you almost shouted, as you jumped up and ran to find him. When you didn’t spot him anywhere on your floor, you climbed up the cockpit and found him there, playing with the Child, “Din!”

A small, quiet oh no spilled from his lips as you almost barreled him over in your attempt to sit down in your normal spot. He had hoped this wouldn’t happen, it was a risk he was taking...but alas. Your eyes were wide as you sat down and stared at him, speaking so fast that he wasn’t able to catch more than a word here and there. Part of him wondered if you were even speaking Basic anymore.

“andidon’tevenknowwhatyougavemebutifeelsoalive,” you jumped up again, peeking outside, studying the dying light of day. Maybe you could go out and explore for a awhile. Just as you started walking off again, Din grabbed your arm and keep you from walking away, “what?”

“I think you need to stay inside and sit with me,” he felt bad that you’d had such a reaction to the pills he gave you, but couldn’t deny that he was little amuse, “it’ll pass soon, but I need to keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted, bouncing on your heels as he kept you restrained, “I just want to go and explore!”

“Cyare...no, just say with me please,” he insisted softly, “but are you...feeling better?”

“There’s no pain,” you promised, “I just feel so...alive! Have you ever heard colors before? I’m pretty sure I’m can hear them!”

“Kriff,” he sighed lightly to himself.

“What even was that stuff?!” you asked as you pulled free from his hold on you and started to dance around the open space, “I love it! I feel so alive!”

“Painkillers,” he admitted honestly, letting the Child down to try and get you in his arms again so you wouldn’t hurt anyone...namely yourself, “apparently much more potent for someone of your size.”

“We should get more of that stuff! We should go to the market and buy some,” you grabbed his hand and started to dance with him, finding it hard to get the large man to move along with you, “you should take some too! Maker, can you imagine how much we could if we don’t have to sleep and we just play?!”

“You can’t buy this stuff at the market,” in order to give you some reprieve, he gave in and danced with you, letting you guide him around the open space.

“Where then!? We have to go!”

“It’s not exactly...legal,” he confessed the last part quietly, but you were so hyper-aware of everything that you picked up on it. You shrugged it off regardless, “I probably shouldn’t have given it you. I should have known better...”

“No, this is great,” you insisted, stopping and put your hands on his shoulders, “I’ve never felt so...amazing! I feel like I can do anything!”

“Yeah...that’s one of the effects,” he cursed himself silently. He’d just wanted help you and alleviate your pain, instead he’d created a whole different type of problem, “cyare, why don’t you come with me and we can go lie down.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you pouted at him, but he just hung his head, “I just wanna go outside and be with you!”

The last part tugged on his heartstrings a little bit, and while he was glad you weren’t in pain, he didn’t mean to induce all of this either. At least this way you were enjoying yourself; the grin on your face hadn’t faltered once. He weighed his options for a moment before nodding lightly, “alright. We’ll go outside and explore for a little bit, but if and when you start to feel sleepy or anything else, you let me know, yes?”

“Duh,” you promised him, your eyes glowing with excitement as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his helmet, where his cheek would be, “we’re gonna have so much fun!”

You leaned down and picked up the Child, carefully as you could in your current state, and Din stopped breathing for a moment. He knew you’d never do anything to hurt him, but in your haze, he was mildly concerned. But you were still so gentle with him, making sure he held tightly against your chest before descending the latter to go downstairs.

“Come on, slow poke!” you called to him as he listened to your footsteps running out of the ship. He sighed lightly, almost in amusement as he quickly followed after you.

He had a feeling you weren’t going to be the only exhausted by the time you were coming down from your high. At least he knew better for next time: half dose...or perhaps something more legal...either way, he vowed to make sure to take care of you.

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hoseokutie · 4 years ago

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Best Friends Baby (11)

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Words: 2.6K

Warnings:None

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May 21st, 2019

28 weeks

“You made it to your third trimester!” The doctor exclaimed as you and Namjoon sat in the doctor's office.

“I feel huge.” You comment, watching your baby girl on the screen in front of everyone.

“If it helps you’re huge for a good reason.” Namjoon comments, you look over at him and gently hit his arm, smiling fondly at his comment.

Being seven months pregnant has truly taken a toll on your body in more ways than one. You’re more tired during the day and your back constantly hurts whether you’re sitting up or laying down.

“She may be a good reasoning, but I feel like she’s pressing on my lungs.” You point out.

“That is normal, it may feel like that for the next few months. Luckily for you, she is very healthy and everything looks good. You’re making good progress.” The doctor says as she hands you a paper towel to wipe the gel off of your stomach.

Namjoon helps you sit up on the table and rubs your back when you wince in pain.

“Have you two thought of any names for her yet?” The doctor asks the both of you.

“You know, that is one thing we haven’t thought of yet.” Namjoon looks down at you and you nod your head in return.

“There’s no rush, you still have about two months left, so there’s plenty of time to choose. How about the nursery?”

“We have a crib and that’s the farthest we’ve gotten. We’re actually planning on finishing it up this weekend.” You informed her, Namjoon nods in agreement.

“That sounds like a good bonding experience for you two. And what about a birthing plan? That is one of the most important things for expecting mothers.”

“I want to give birth at home. I’m familiar with the environment and it is a much cheaper alternative. My best friend is also a certified doula so someone I trust will help me deliver the baby. “ You tell the doctor, and she writes the information on her chart.

“That sounds like a good plan. Well everything seemed good, continue taking your prenatal vitamins, walking every few days, and staying hydrated to try and keep cool during these hot months. Unless you guys have any more questions, you’re free to go.” She stands up and you both wave goodbye as you leave the room.

“So what’s first on our list?” Namjoon asks, looking down at you.

“We need to go by the baby store and get the changing table and pick up the rocking chair as well. Then go back to your house to set everything up.” He reads the list from his phone as you both walk to his car.

“That is going to be exciting but tiring.” You admit, making your way inside of the car.

“Very true, but it’ll be so worth it.” He reassures you and you smile at his statement.

“Speaking of rooms, how will that work out when she’s born? I know you and Jimin are together, but as her father I need to be there to help.” Namjoon said, not yet starting the car.

“You know, I haven’t thought of that. You’re right, you’re her father and you need to be there. Jimin and I aren’t living together anyways so it wouldn’t be weird.” You tell him and he releases a breath of air.

“Nervous much?” You chuckle and put on your seat belt.

“Well yeah, I didn’t want to potentially start an argument.” He copies your action and starts the car.

“What does Naomi think about this?” You ask quietly.

“I wouldn’t know.” He responds, you raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“We broke up almost a week ago.” He says before you can respond.

“Namjoon! Why didn’t you say something earlier?” You exclaim, staring at him while he keeps his eyes on the road.

“I don’t know, I just felt as though not everyone needed to know.” He says, shrugging it off.

“Nah, that’s not it. You just didn’t want me to say I told you so.” You cross your arms as a smug smirk appears on your face.

“Okay, and?” He asks quietly and you laugh while shaking your head.

“Well for starters, I told you so. Second of all, you are my best friend and you should have come to me.” You look over at him and he looks back at you when he comes to a red light.

“I know, I’m trying, I promise I will get better at telling you things.” He gives you a smile and you match his expression.

You two continue to stare at one another in silence, your eyes make their way down to Namjoon's lips and you suddenly wonder what they would feel like against your own.

“Shit green light.” Namjoon says, pulling you out of your thoughts. He turns back to the road and starts driving again.

You sit back in your seat and cradle your stomach when the baby starts to kick, you look out the window and close your eyes, trying to clear your head and forget about what you were thinking.

“Everything okay?” Namjoon asks with a tone of concern in his voice.

“Yeah she’s just kicking.” You respond, still trying to clear your mind.

You open your eyes when you feel a large, warm hand on your stomach. When you look at Namjoon his eyes are still on the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other comforting your anxious child.

“My mom said when I would kick a lot, my dad would rub her stomach and it helped calm me down.” He explains to you, briefly turning his head to smile at you.

“It worked.” You say quietly, in awe of how his method worked, and his hand still on your stomach.

“I knew it would.” He chuckles and rubs soothing circles over your stomach. You look down and smile at his hand on your bump. You set your hand on top of his and go back to looking out of the window.

“Sleepy?” He asks.

“No, just thinking.” You respond, the rest of the car ride is filled with small talk, the radio, and Namjoon's hand protecting your daughter's temporary home.

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“What if we named her Jamie?” Namjoon asks.

When the two of you make it back to the apartment, you order dinner and start choosing names in order to pass the time.

“Cute, it’s a maybe. What about Eden?” He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.

“What’s wrong with Eden?” You ask, crossing your arms and getting defensive.

Namjoon laughs loudly at your reaction and writes it down on the piece of paper in front of him.

“Nothing, it’s on the list now since you like it.” He looks at you and you playfully roll your eyes at him.

“What about Leilani, it’s Hawaiian for heavenly flowers.” Namjoon informs you and you take the pencil from him and write it down.

“Glad we came to an agreement.” He says and you giggle.

“How about Elena? Like the Disney princess.” You suggest and he shrugs his shoulders.

“Maybe.” He puts it in a separate section on the piece of paper.

“I got it! Do you like the name Juniper? Her nickname can be Juni.” Namjoon smiles proudly and writes that down before you can object.

“Well alright then, I think we can stop now.” You reassure him and place the pad on the coffee table.

“We should probably talk about this co-parenting thing more in depth” You remind him and he nods in understanding.

“I thought about this in the car and I think that when I’m officially 9 months you should move in with me, there’s more space for us here, it’s the same commute time from here to your job, and it would be nice to have you around when she does finally get here.’ You explain and watch as he takes in all of the information.

“I’m okay with that too, have you talked to Jimin about it?” Namjoon asks and you look away from him clearing your throat.

“And why haven’t you told him?” Namjoon sits back on the couch and looks over at you.

You gently fall back onto the cushions and shrug your shoulders in response to his question.

“I don’t know, I’m just nervous I guess.” You look at him and he laughs at your response.

“Jimin is such a chill person, I know if you’re honest with him then everything is going to be just fine.” Namjoon calms you down and gently pats your hand.

You feel your body start to calm down at the feeling of your hand under his larger one, you sigh out in relaxation and close your eyes.

The moment your body begins to relax, your phone starts to ring and you jolt up quickly, grabbing it immediately.

“Oh it’s just Jimin, Jesus Christ.” You check the caller ID, and slow your breathing.

“You’re going to scare yourself half to death.” Namjoon rubs your stomach when the baby's kicks become more frequent and shakes his head.

“Oh hush, hey Chim what’s up?” You answer the phone and sit back on the couch.

“Hello beautiful, are you busy? I have time off and was wondering if you wanted to spend that time together.” He says and you look over at Namjoon, who’s slowly falling back asleep while rubbing your stomach.

“Namjoon and I are hanging out right now. We were supposed to paint her room, but started thinking of baby names. Now we’re waiting for dinner.” You inform him.

“Oh, I see. Parenting things, well don’t let me interrupt. You let me know when you’re available and I’ll be here.” You can see his smile in your mind and it brings a small smile to your face.

“That sounds perfect Jimin, I’ll let you know my schedule, have a goodnight.” You both say your goodbyes and you disconnect the call.

You look down at Namjoon and run your fingers through his soft strands of hair. You let out a small breath of air and continue to watch him.

“I can feel you staring.” Namjoon mumbles, making himself more comfortable in your lap.

“How do you know when I ‘m looking at you?” You ask, completely in shock.

“We’ll just call it my dad's senses.” He turns so that he’s looking up at you over your bump.

“This is such an unflattering angle, why are you looking at me like that.” You look away from him and he sits up swiftly.

“You do not have unflattering angles, be nice to yourself.” He pokes your nose and you gently hit his arm.

“I know my angles Joon.” You point a finger at him in a playful manner.

“And I know your angles too, how do you think she got here?” Namjoon asks, pointing toward your stomach.

Your eyes widen and you smack his arm in shock before you burst into a fit of laughter. Namjoon guards his arm and laughs along with you.

“You are absolutely awful Joon!” You exclaim, wiping a tear from your eye as your laughter dies down.

“I try my hardest.”

When your laughter completely stops you two look up at each other simultaneously.

“It’s to have you back in my life.” You confess.

“I hated not talking to you, I couldn’t stand being upset with you. It just didn’t feel right.” He replies, you nod in agreement.

“For the sake of our relationship, and more importantly the baby. Let’s never do that again.” You hold out your pinky finger.

Namjoon mimics your action and links his pinky around your own, you both lean in and kiss your fingers. You both keep eye contact with one another as your lips touch your fingers, and they follow as you both move away.

You reluctantly let go of his fingers and clear your throat, you once again try and clear your head of the feelings and urges in your head.

“Our food should be here soon, I should go and check on it.” He stands up quickly and clears his throat.

As you watch him walk away, you try to resist the urge to ask him your burning question, but you just can’t resist.

“Namjoon, why did you and Naomi actually break up?” You stand up slowly and walk over to him.

“T-the food is almost here, I need to-” He begins to stutter and tries to turn around but you gently hold his wrist in your hands.

“Is it my fault?” You ask, concern clear in your voice.

“No! No of course not. Why would you say something so silly?” He asks.

“Then why aren’t you two together. And you better not lie to me either. We promised one another that we would be more honest. How come the two of you broke up?” You look up at him and wait for an answer.

He looks down at you and sighs in defeat when he sees that you are not going to give up.

“When we sit down and eat, I’ll tell you. Is that okay with you?’ He walks to the front door after the doorbell rings to go get your food.

You watch as he walks away and you let out a sigh, you walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. You drink it down rather quickly and put the top back when you finish it, Namjoon walks into the kitchen and places the food on the counter.

“Let’s talk and eat on the back patio.” He grabs the bags of food, you bring the cups and silverware.

When you step onto your back patio your eyes are met with a beautiful scenery. The sun is setting and the sky is a gorgeous pink and orange color, with hints of purple. There’s a small breeze and the air feels comforting.

You sit across from Namjoon and hold your stomach as you look at the sky, Namjoon stops unpacking the food and takes a picture of you instead.

Your head turns at the sound of his camera and you raise an eyebrow.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” You ask.

“I have no idea what you mean, here you should eat.” He feeds you a spoonful of rice, and when you try to object your taste buds are met with a burst of flavors and spices.

“You are so lucky I like rice. Now please tell me why you and Naomi broke up” You wipe your mouth with a napkin and wait for him to answer your question.

He hands you a plate and stays silent for a while before finally answering your long waited question.

“Our feelings didn’t match.” He answers, making himself a plate.

“What does that mean?” You ask, now more confused than you were before.

He chuckles at your confusion and looks up at you, giving you a slight smirk.

“You shouldn’t date someone, especially when you think that you’ve got feelings for someone else.” He answers your question, and your mouth opens slightly.

You wipe your face and swallow your food quickly, setting the plate on the table in front of you.

“Vanessa I still have feelings for you, I know it’s wrong and it’s not fair to you or Jimin, that’s why I didn’t want to say anything.” He explains.

“But how is keeping your feelings hidden fair to you?” You sigh and take in all of this information.

“I need you to know that no matter how I feel about you, I would never come in between you and Jimin. I’m not that kind of person. I just know that I need to be there for you and the baby. And that’s what I’m going to-”

“Namjoon I think I love you.”

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whiskey-bumblebee · 5 years ago

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Hello lovely! After 5 weeks of being trapped in the house I wondered if I could request a bit of escapism with some holiday romance with Pale? Many, many thank-you’s in advance!

Same here pal! Sheesh, I know I’m an introvert but 4 weeks of lockdown has been interesting to say the least! That said, I hope you enjoy this!

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Pairing: Pale/Reader Word Count: ~2000

Pale tossed and turned for weeks over it, your first holiday together. Wanted it to be a surprise but a good one, didn’t want to fuck it up. Looked at Cuba, Puerto Rico, the Bahamas, even Alaska. You’d been working yourself to the bone recently, deserved some time off.

There was a TV Pale walked past every now and again when he was working his ass off too, and sometimes he’d see some blonde on a boat, singing about the wonders of cruising. It looked a little bit like hell, being stuck on a boat that long, but once he started reading about it, it started looking pretty fucking good.

Entertainment on board, it wouldn’t be Broadway but hell, with your lips around his cock in the back row it didn’t matter, did it? All your meals cooked for you, buffet and fine dining options, sun loungers out on a deck somewhere, docking at a tropical island for the day and snorkelling, whatever you were meant to do on an island.

“Baby, do you gotta minute?”

“Mhm, what is it?”

“Could you get some time off work if you asked real nice? Just a week or so?”

“Probably,” You started to smile and walked over to Pale from where you had been doing your eyebrows in the bathroom. “And by probably, I mean yeah, I’ve been savin’ my vacation days.”

Pale pulled you down into his lap, kissed under your ear. “How’s a vacation sound then?”

“Sounds good, what do ya wanna do?”

“You,” Pale smirked. “I was just thinking I’d do ya somewhere different.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Where have you booked?”

“Haven’t yet, wanted to check with you first and make sure you wouldn’t hate it or nothin’. You seen those big fuckin’ cruise ships that take you outta Miami?”

“Yeah,” You started to light up, getting all excited.

Pale stroked the side of your face. “How about one of those? Eatin’ and fuckin’ and swimmin’ in the bright sunshine all day. Sounded real nice to me.”

“Where to?”

“Jesus you ask a lotta questions. Don’t gotta be to nowhere, they started selling trips where you just sit and get fed and look out the window and don’t stop anywhere, but wouldn’t that be awful? Anyway the Bahamas or something, a day in Cuba, I think I’d like Cuba.”

“Baby, at the moment even Cubans don’t like Cuba,” You teased, played with your man’s hair.

“Then we stay on the boat the whole day and fuck, go to shows, go swimming, dancing, whatever. Fuck if I care.”

But you could tell he did care, he’d gone to so much trouble to research all this for you. Knew all the answers to all your questions, had a million ideas about what the two of you would do.

“I’m in, should I pack?”

Pale smiled wide, wider than you’d seen in a while. “Yeah, pack.”

* * * * * * * *

The flight had been fine, New York to Miami. Pale had rented a car so the two of you could drive around for a few hours before your ship left. Miami looked so alive, crawling with rollerbladers, men kissing men and all sorts.

“Fuckin’ hot as hell. Gonna jump in the pool just as soon as we get on the boat.”

“Same here. Do ya think I have to wear a top?”

Pale glanced at you and you shot him a wink.

“You better, Jesus Christ. Think I’d die of heat stroke and a heart attack at the same fuckin’ time. Wouldn’t even fit on my death certificate.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your man, complaining even now, even here.

“Pale, I love you so goddamn much.”

“Yeah, yeah. Still don’t get it but I believe ya.”

You were quiet for a moment then, content to listen to the pop on the radio. Pale had ceded and let you play the billboard hits for an hour or so while you were driving. It had to be quiet but it made you laugh, seeing this tough grumpy man driving through the neon streets of Miami with Van Halen playing.

“Do you miss Miami?”

Pale was quiet, drummed his fingers across the steering wheel as he thought.

“Some of it.”

You nodded, knew if he wanted to talk about it, he’d keep going on his own.

“The coke here is cheaper, but the cops are all over it. Weather’s good but it gets boring. College kids all over the damn place sometimes. It’d be nice to see my kids more. Nice to have the beaches nice and close. You know, normal shit.”

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“You wanna go and say hi to them while we’re close?”

Pale turned his head slightly to kiss your forehead. “Where do you think we’re going?”

You sat upright then, looked at him, surprised.

He smiled. “Yeah I wanna see ‘em. We only got an hour or so left so the missus can’t get too wound up, I’ll be in and out.”

“Am I... Do you want me to-”

“Nah, I’m gonna drop you at the mall if that’s okay. Don’t want you to see it, she gets pretty loud.”

You nodded and went back to resting on his shoulder. “You want anything?”

“Pack of cigarettes, don’t know what else we’re allowed to take. Maybe some Twizzlers.”

You wrinkled your nose. “That your holiday food?”

Pale hummed in affirmation. “Yeah. Helps me get rid of all the tension in my jaw ‘cos it’s like eating rubber.”

You smiled, picturing a younger Pale chowing down on a pack of Twizzlers, chewing real hard.

* * * * * * * * *

“C’mere, you’re gonna get all fuckin’ pink on your shoulders.”

“Pale do you got a timer set or somethin’? You’ve been at this every hour on the hour,” You teased.

“It’s hotter out here than it is in New York. You’ll burn easier, just wanna take care of ya.”

“What time do you wanna get dinner?”

“Maybe 6:30, show starts at 8 so that gives us time.”

You nodded, melted into Pale’s touch as he rubbed the sunscreen all over your chest and shoulders.

“Do you wanna go to the restaurant proper? I think it’s Italian or somethin’.”

You hummed as you thought of a basket of dinner rolls with fancy little bowls of butter, then spaghetti and pizza.

“Yeah, sounds real nice.”

“Can you wear the blue dress? That one with the sparkly shit on it?”

You nodded.

“It’ll look real nice with the ocean and the lights and everything reflecting off ya. We could get a photo taken or whatever.”

“We can get it printed nice and big and hang it in the apartment. Can ya let me read my book for a minute, sweetheart? I’m dying to finish this chapter.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop being a menace.”

Pale picked up his own book, a thriller. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down his torso, following the trail of hair from his bellybutton to the band of his swim trunks.

“You know, we might need to go back to the room for a snack,” You said under your breath. “Getting a little peckish.”

Pale glanced at you over his book. “Oh are we?”

You nodded and pulled your lip into your mouth. “Just let me finish the chapter.”

Pale shuffled a little awkwardly and draped his towel over his lap.

You didn’t even have to look away from the pages of your novel to know what the sound of the towel moving was.

“Go jump in the cold pool, you menace,” You teased.

* * * * * * * *

The show was great, the costumes were amazing even if the set was sparse. Pale’s hands had wandered more than you could admit without blushing. In the interest of time before the show, you’d skipped dessert. The 24 hour buffet would serve you well.

While you helped yourself to carrot cake, Pale made small talk with the chef dishing the hot food.

“Shit shift, huh?”

The chef laughed.

“New Yorker?” His accent gave his own origin away, and you could sense the rapport that grew straight away.

“Yeah, taking a bit of a break with my girl, wanted to get some sun.”

The chef nodded. “It isn’t a great shift but there are always a few schmucks who come for dessert after the show. Real nice to see the stars though, rather see the sunset than work through sunrise on breakfast.”

“Jesus fuck, you guys gotta be up at four or whatever to serve us assholes cornflakes?”

The chef laughed again, a hearty laugh, and you joined Pale, looped an arm around his waist.

“Thanks for sticking around, sorry to be one of the post-show schmucks.” You said sheepishly.

“Nah, you guys ain’t got nothing to worry about. Nice to meet someone who actually sees me as a human fuckin’ being.”

Pale nodded in commiseration.

“What do you do in New York?”

“Restaurant industry, actually,” Pale replied.

“No shit! That’s nice. Manhattan?”

“Yeah, 90 percent of the time. Hey, uh, odd favor to ask but any chance I could come into the kitchen and see what’s going on? Must be a helluva lot of food back there, industrial ovens and shit.”

“Yeah, of course man. Let me hook your girl up with some cream though first, cake gets a little dry this late.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

* * * * * * *

“Pale, it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah you are.” Pale swooped in for a kiss.

“Careful, sun’s making you all soft,” You smiled.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll be back to normal as soon as we’re back stateside.”

Pale lay out the picnic blanket on the sand. You smiled at the way the wayfarers sat over his nose.

“So what’s in that bag of yours?”

“That guy I met the other night, the chef, he gave me a bit of bread and some fruit salad. He said it wasn’t enough to save to put out tonight so it would’ve gone to waste.”

“And this?” You laughed as you pulled out a bottle of champagne.

“Thought you might like a mimosa or somethin’. Gotta stay hydrated.”

You sighed with a wide smile and lay down on the picnic blanket, soaking up the sun and the love you felt for Pale.

“Thank you.”

Reaching out with your eyes still closed, you fumbled to hold his hand.

“He’s a nice guy. Might help him out with a job or two once we’re back.”

You hummed. “You getting nervous? All that talk about being back?”

“A little. There’s a reason I’m the top dog over there, I’m the only one who can keep that shit all happening like it needs to. Fingers in a bunch of pies and all that.”

“But you’re glad you’re here?”

“Of course sweetheart. Probably would’ve keeled right over if we’d stayed, I needed a break. Can’t say I feel any less tired with how often we’ve been fuckin’, but still.”

You laughed and swatted at Pale with your hat, then moved it back over your face.

“I checked with some of the crew who know this island and they said you’re all good to whip off your top, even out the tan lines. Locals don’t care.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, so c’mon, roll over. I’ll untie ya.”

You half-heartedly rolled, enough for Pale to reach the strings of your bikini top.

“Don’t go gettin’ too excited,” You teased.

“Too fuckin’ late, I’m hard as a rock just from seeing you in the bikini.”

You laughed. “Pass me a grape or something?”

You stayed on your front for now, didn’t feel like showing off your tits to the whole beach just yet. Pale took a grape out of the salad and extended his hand over to you. With a deadly smirk on your face, you licked the sweet syrup off his fingers, then sucked the grape out of his grip.

“Baby, that ain’t gonna help my situation.”

“C’mon then, I’ll feed you one.”

Pale’s eyes widened and you laughed as you pulled a piece of melon from the salad.

He shook his head with a smile and bit the melon from your fingers. “You’re a terror.”

You laughed again and he couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

“What now?”

You glanced at him from under the floppy sun hat.

“Lovers of New York, Book Two: The Terror Goes Tropical.”

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A Night to Remember (Seblaine)

Who: Sebastian Smythe (@sarcasticsmythe) and Blaine Anderson Verse: Frozen Candle Location: Lima, Ohio Summary: Seblaine go out to drink at Scandals after Blaine is dumped by his boyfriend, Trent. After drinking a little too much and going back to Sebastian’s house, the two get frisky and sleep with one another in a drunken haze. The following day, they agree this was a huge mistake since they have been such good friends and have never crossed that line before.

NSFW - Sex

Sebastian Smythe:

After getting the green light from his best friend, Sebastian was more than just a little excited that they’d be going out to Scandals together for a night of drinking. They didn’t go all too often-- especially whenever Blaine was tied down by someone. Blaine was kind of a simp whenever he was in a relationship and Sebastian hated seeing his friend bending over backwards for someone who didn’t care for him as much as he knew Blaine did for them. Alas, Blaine was single once more and that meant more days and nights together where they could hang out again. Sebastian was never the type for relationships so he and Blaine always meshed a little better when the latter was single, too.

Sebastian pulled up to the driveway of Blaine’s place, sending his friend a text before getting out of the car and leaning against the side to wait for him. He knew that Blaine’s parents were fogeys when it came to underaged drinking so they weren’t privy to their nighttime antics.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine knew that drinking wasn’t the answer to life’s problems, but he did always feel better when he was out with Sebastian. The hangover the next day would be bad, but it was a small price to pay for a night of fun and forgetting yet another heartbreak. He could always count on Sebastian to lift his spirits and make him feel better, and it was nice. He liked having a consistent friend that he could lean on whenever he needed someone.

He was just finishing up on his hair when his phone lit up on the counter, signaling Sebastian was there. He grabbed his overnight bag, said a quick goodbye to his parents, and he was off. A smile tugged at his face when he saw his friend waiting for him outside. “Hey you,” he said, walking past Sebastian to throw his bag in the backseat before giving Seb a once over. “You look nice, you don’t plan on ditching me tonight and finding someone else to spend the night with, do you?” He joked.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian’s eyebrow quirked as he shamelessly checked out his friend in his cute, tight-fitting outfit. Blaine always cleaned up well and it’d be a loss for Sebastian to overlook that fact. “You’re one to talk, big guy. You look like you’re dressed to go out on the prowl with that get-up,” he noted the way Blaine’s chinos hugged his ass just right, though didn’t care to specify out loud to his friend. “But I’m all yours tonight, B. There’s a throng of boys out there waiting to bed me but tonight it’s all about you.”

With the chivalry Sebastian knew Blaine appreciated, the former opened the passenger door for Blaine to get in before rounding the vehicle and setting way for their favorite little bar. Scandals was a slightly run-down gay bar but the people there were usually nice and the staff even nicer. Even with their phony fake ID’s, the two were never turned away because the owner knew that Scandals was sometimes the only safe haven for the young teenage gay in their podunk little town.

Blaine Anderson:

“Please, I am definitely not on the prowl for anything.” Blaine let out a chuckle as he took his seat in Sebastian’s car, thanking him for opening his door. Sebastian’s chivalrous ways were never lost on Blaine. “Well, I’m just so flattered that you’d sacrifice having a boy in your bed to have me in the guest room.” Blaine shook his head, looking fondly over at his friend as he settled in the car for the short drive over to the bar.

Letting out a soft sigh, Blaine rubbed at his face gently. “I’m looking forward to just...spending the night with you and letting loose a little.” He nodded. “I feel like it’s something I really need. Since I’ve been with Trent we really haven’t spent that much time together.” Blaine observed, giving a little shrug. As they arrived at the bar, Blaine didn’t wait for Sebastian to open his door to get out, meeting the taller around the front of the car, slipping his arm through Sebastian’s. “First round is on you, right?” He grinned.

Sebastian Smythe:

Letting loose with a few dozen rounds of drinks with Blaine sounded like Sebastian’s ideal night. They would leave Blaine’s stupid ex in the dust as they drank him into oblivion. As they made their way to the front doors of Scandals, Sebastian wore a wide grin across his face. “Oh, but of course,” Sebastian nodded, already having it in his mind to pay the tab for tonight’s drinks.

They handed their fake ID’s to the bouncer, who greeted both of them with a mirthless smile as he let them through. The music was loud and there was a throng of bodies strung across the dance floor jumping up and down to the beat. Grinding up on the dance floor against a tipsy Blaine sounded like a great idea, but Sebastian wanted to make sure they were hydrated first. The two made a beeline for the bar and Sebastian waved the bartender down, greeting him by name before ordering their first round of drinks. When their drinks were served, Sebastian held up his glass to Blaine’s, for a toast. “To best friends,” he smirked.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine settled onto one of the stools at the bar as he took his drink, smiling at Sebastian as they clinked their glasses together. “To the best, best friends.” He scrunched his nose before taking a generous drink, letting out a breath as the alcohol warmed him from the inside out. He reached over to pick a few bites out of the shared bowl of nuts on the bar, popping them in his mouth. He was feeling okay so far, he knew he’d probably hit a wall of sadness at some point and wallow for a bit before he’d be good again and having fun.

“Mmm- okay, so a couple of drinks, then we hit the dance floor and show all of the old fogeys how it’s done, yeah?” Blaine nodded towards the dance floor as he took another drink. “You are my favorite dance partner, after all, co-captain.” He nudged Sebastian gently, knowing that those words got under Sebastian’s skin. Sebastian liked to think of himself as the head Warbler and Blaine his inferior but in reality they were equals. Blaine loved reminding him that they were equals, it was funny to watch him get worked up.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian took a swig of his own drink, relishing the burning aftertaste. “Ah, yes, my trusty sidekick: The Co-Captain,” he phrased it in such a way that made him seem like he was the star superhero. He puffed out his chest as he started his next sentence. “The Robin to my Superman-- the Barnacle Boy to my Mermaid Man,” Sebastian laughed at his own jokes before he took another sip.

In reality, Sebastian would probably throw more of a fit if he had to share the title with literally anyone else. Although he would’ve preferred being the sole head of the Warblers, he was glad that Blaine was the one running the team with him. “For the record, you’re my favorite dance partner, too. Doing a duet together is our best bet to winning at Regionals. This is the year we finally get to Nationals, or I’m going to die trying.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine let out a musical laugh as Sebastian puffed out like a peacock. “Of course it is,” He agreed with Sebastian’s sentiment of them duetting being their best chance. “It’s imperative that we duet so we can win. I’m not losing to that Jesse St. James guy ever again.” He rolled his eyes, grimacing at the thought. “And you’re ridiculous if you think I’m a sidekick. I’m no one’s sidekick.” He sipped his drink. “If anything - if there was a head Warbler we all know it would be me.” Blaine raised his eyebrows as he looked to Sebastian, there was a beat and his face fell to a look of confusion. “Wait- what? Superman doesn’t have a sidekick. Robin is Batman’s sidekick. What in the world- where are you from?” He asked, shaking his head as his forehead wrinkled.

Blaine looked past Sebastian to the bartender, pointing at his almost empty glass, with a thankful crinkle of his nose. “I know it hurts your giant ego but it'll make the trip to Nationals much smoother if you’d just get off your high horse and admit that if not for me, you’d have nothing.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian smiled to himself when Blaine caught that he’d paired Superman with Batman’s sidekick; Blaine was too much of a nerd to let something like that go without correcting him, and Sebastian thought that was cute. “Puh-leeze,” Sebastian rolled his eyes with a chuckle as the ice in his otherwise empty glass shifted when he placed it down on the bartop. “I’ll admit that you’re an incredible asset with an incredible ass, but we all know I have the looks and the dance moves to rock the pants off of every guy and girl in the audience-- literally.”

Soon both boys’ empty glasses were refilled. “But having you on the team and in the spotlight guarantees our trip to Nationals. You make my job a lot easier by being the talented dreamboat that you are.” Liquor made the compliments flow with ease, which wasn’t ever necessary but with what little inhibitions Sebastian had lowered, they seemed to come one right after another. “C’mon, any idiot can see how amazing you are,” he complimented again as he leaned closer into Blaine’s personal space. With a sly grin, he continued in a lower voice, “Almost as amazing as me, even.” Sebastian laughed at his own comment as he pulled back to take another sip of his drink.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine leaned against the bar a little as he sipped his drink, a cheesy grin pulling at his lips as Sebastian complimented him. It was never unusual to have Sebastian complimenting him, flirting was Sebastian’s constant state of being after all. He never really thought anything of it- they were friends. They’d been friends for so long it seemed, and of course the thought of the two of them together had danced around his head every so often, but Blaine couldn’t bear to lose Sebastian’s friendship. He was the best friend he’d ever had.

With a low chuckle, Blaine placed his drink on the bar, fiddling with the glass a little. “You, uh, do know that flirting with me will absolutely-” He turned to face the other as his space was invaded, it wasn’t uncomfortable even if the closeness made his heartbeat a little quicker. He wasn’t noticeably phased. “-not make me admit that you’re my superior on the Warblers. I’ll let that ‘almost amazing as me’ slide because we both know in a sing-off, I would win.” Blaine winked.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian appreciated that even though he and Blaine were entirely different creatures-- Blaine was polite, charming, and kind of a goody-two-shoes, whilst Sebastian was crass, rude, and kind of an asshole-- that the two of them had a repartee that Sebastian hadn’t yet found anywhere else. Blaine was witty without being mean, which was a stark difference from Sebastian’s usual default. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare challenge you in a sing-off, Blaine Anderson… We both know your perfect record couldn’t handle that loss.” With nearly two drinks in his system, Sebastian could feel a slight buzz working in his system that he only wanted to feed. He always felt at his happiest when he was drunk or when he was with Blaine, and right now he had both right at his fingertips. “Now if we’re talking about a dance-off, I think that could be a competition for the ages. Some would say we’re evenly matched but…” his line of sight wandered from Blaine over to the relatively-empty dance floor. He downed the rest of his drink and hopped out of his seat, motioning for Blaine to follow.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine followed Sebastian’s line of sight to the dance floor, finishing off the rest of his second drink as he let out a gentle laugh. “I would admit to us being evenly matched in the area of dance.” he said, taking Sebastian’s hand and spinning himself once as they made it to the middle of the floor. “But I would never admit to you winning a sing-off.” He said just loud enough for Sebastian to hear as his body automatically started grooving to whatever song was playing through the bar’s speakers.

“You’re very talented, Seb. You’re my other half-- my best duet partner-- no one else could hold their own with me. I may be outwardly humble to most but I’m well aware of my talent, sir.” He chuckled, pulling Sebastian closer to him to dance. “I would win that sing-off and we both know it.” He whispered, his face close to Sebastian’s so he could hear him over the music.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian grinned from ear to ear as Blaine paid compliments his way, boosting his already inflated ego. He was already matching the tempo of the other boy’s movements as the music flowed all around them. A thrill tingled down his spine as Blaine whispered in his ear, and he liked it. As their bodies seemed to get closer and closer to each other, Sebastian put a hand around Blaine’s waist and their hips were practically touching as they continued to groove to the beat. They seemed to dance together effortlessly, as if they were both on the same wavelength, reading each other's minds.

“We’re both extremely talented… even now, all eyes are on us, B.” Sebastian spoke into the shorter man’s ear so he could be heard over the music. It was true-- seemingly almost everyone in the club was looking at the pair. Although it was uncertain if the other patrons watching did so out of jealousy or checking them out, Blaine and Sebastian were the center of attention. Even though Blaine had teased him about winning this fictional sing-off, Sebastian couldn’t seem to bring himself to care much about that right now. All he cared about was that Blaine was in his arms and they were having the time of their lives there on the dance floor of Scandals.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine glanced around the room as he melted a little into Sebastian’s embrace, feeling the comfort of their closeness mix with the alcohol to warm his body all the way up to his cheeks, flushing them a gentle red. “Mmm, I think they’re definitely looking at you wondering who on earth you’re dancing with. They want their chance with you.” He placed a hand on Sebastian’s chest. “I feel bad for them, really. Usually when you walk in it’s like a sigh of relief to all of the lonely boys- someone handsome to fight over is fun for them.”

Slipping his arms up around Sebastian’s neck, he looked up at him as the song morphed into something a bit slower. “You’re off the table today, they’re definitely jealous.” He smiled, sighing softly after a beat. “I really appreciate you taking me out, Seb. I feel better than I did earlier-- not a lot better, but definitely better.” He glanced down at the taller’s chest, shrugging one of his shoulders. “I-being broken up with again is a bit of a downer.” He chuckled a little sadly.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian was no stranger to physical intimacy and when Blaine’s hand was placed on his chest, it felt like an intense warmth was seeping through the material of Sebastian’s shirt. He laughed quietly when Blaine talked about how all the lonely boys wanted him. As Blaine’s arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck, Sebastian’s circled his arms around Blaine’s waist. In this positioning, their height difference was highlighted and it almost felt like Sebastian was protecting Blaine whilst in his hold.

“You know I’m always going to be here to cheer you up, or get drunk with you, or even beat up whatever asshole breaks your heart… if you’d actually let me,” he chuckled along as he leaned his forehead against Blaine’s. “I don’t think any of those assholes at school are good enough for you but one day you’re going to find a decent-looking, vaguely-talented guy who finally recognizes what he’s got in front of him and do his best to not fuck it up.” Sebastian took a beat as he stared down, admiring the color of Blaine’s eyes. They were like gold filigree in starlight and if he started for too long, he’d get lost in them. His voice was quiet as he all but whispered his next words, “You’re a special guy, Blaine. You deserve someone special.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine felt considerably warmer the more that Sebastian spoke to him and the closer that they danced. As he looked up into Sebastian’s eyes he shook his head bashfully. Sebastian was always the best at making him feel better and good about himself. But with his track record of dating it was getting harder and harder to believe him when he spoke such things. “Oh, c’mon, I’m not really that special. There’s clearly something wrong with me if I keep getting dumped.” His forehead wrinkled as he dipped his toes into the beginning of his pity party- he knew it had been coming all day, but between the alcohol he’d already had and Sebastian’s words it was beginning already.

With a heavy sigh, his feet stopped swaying to the music and he looked at Sebastian’s chest again. “Sometimes it feels like I’m never going to be enough for anyone.” He said honestly.

Sebastian Smythe:

Even though Sebastian knew it was but a matter of time before Blaine started on the disparaging comments about himself-- it always happened after a break-up-- this time it felt particularly bad. Sebastian hated seeing Blaine get so down on himself and basically blaming himself for whatever Trent’s deal was and their break-up. “Hey,” he tried to speak in a stern tone so the sincerity in his voice wouldn’t be misconstrued, “First of all, there’s nothing wrong with you. You can’t help it that no one can match up to your level. You’re smart, talented, and a hell of a performer. You can out-sing and out-dance anyone in the Warblers and if anything, you’re so much that anyone with a masculinity as fragile as Trent’s wouldn’t be able to be with you without feeling threatened.”

Sebastian let out a little breath of air after his mini-tirade, and looked at Blaine’s facial features, attempting to get a read on what his friend was thinking or feeling. “You’re more than enough, Blaine.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine didn’t take his eyes off Sebastian as he spoke, his heart skipping a beat when Sebastian told him he was more than enough. It was funny that out of all the people he’d ever been friends with, or dated, or met in general, Sebastian was the only one who could ever manage to make him feel worthy enough of anything. The mixture of the buzz he had going on from the strength of those first two drinks he had and the feeling of warmth from Sebastian’s words made him feel even more vulnerable than he was already feeling.

Sebastian was so sweet to him and it meant so much because Sebastian wasn’t sweet to anyone else and it didn’t go unnoticed that Blaine was the exception to all of his rules. He let his fingertips graze the back of Sebastian’s neck and before he knew it he was melting into Sebastian’s hold and pressing their lips together in a soft, needy kiss. It wasn’t the first time kissing Sebastian had crossed his mind but it was the very first time he acted on his impulse.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian kissed back instinctively, his head emptying itself as soon as Blaine’s lips touched his own. He reciprocated with ease, almost as though the feeling had been right all along. Blaine’s lips were soft and even with the alcohol taste, it was somehow still sweet. He could feel the slight urgency behind the way Blaine kissed him and it took him a few seconds to snap himself out of it and pull himself away from what was arguably the best kiss of his life. “Uh, sorry, I shouldn’t-- I mean,” Sebastian began to supply an excuse, but came up short. He was a little breathless in the way he spoke and his heart was beating so loud he swear he could feel the vein in his neck throbbing. Truth be told, he wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of his best friend when he was in such a fragile state. “Listen, why don’t we both cool off a bit with another drink?”

Copping out by going to the bar for another drink felt really awkward but Sebastian forced himself to wave down the bartender for two fresh drinks. His mind was reeling at what had just happened, but he knew it was only because Blaine had just been dumped and he was tipsy. He diverted his attention to his drink, taking long sips as he mentally told himself Blaine probably would’ve been kissing any cute guy who was being nice to him.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was breathless when Sebastian pulled back from their kiss, his head foggy, pulse pounding. Shaking his head to attempt to clear the fog, Blaine just laughed nervously. “R-right, we definitely shouldn’t- I’m sorry.” He blushed, his face burning red with the feeling of embarrassment. He gladly accepted the distraction of another drink to give him a minute to process what he’d just done.

As he continuously swallowed down his drink, he also toyed with the thought that he would’ve kissed literally anyone who would’ve been nice to him in that moment but something in the back of his mind reminded him that nice words meant nothing when they had nothing behind them. It was because it was Sebastian saying them that he kissed him. Glancing over to his best friend, he felt the impulse again as his eyes wandered down his face. He wanted to do it again. He partially felt like an idiot because he knew they were just friends, as he’d talked himself out of it many times. He and Sebastian wouldn’t work as anything else, and being intimate would just ruin their friendship. Setting down his now-empty glass, Blaine straightened up on the bar stool, trying to rid the thoughts from his mind but there was an obvious wall of tension bubbling up between them. The sweat on his palms and the fire under his skin was definitely not just from the alcohol.

Somehow Blaine managed to get another refill and it was empty once again before he spoke another word, afraid of what he might say as his thoughts became a little cloudier with every sip of alcohol. He glanced over at Sebastian once again, the urge to kiss him again was stronger than moments before. It has just felt so damn good, unlike anyone he’s ever kissed before, he wanted to feel it again. “I-I think i probably shouldn’t drink anymore.” He said, letting out a soft giggle as he went to stand up from the bar stool, bracing himself on the bar so he wouldn’t have the chance to stumble.

Sebastian Smythe:

As the two of them had become quiet compared to earlier in the night, Sebastian was alone in his thoughts as his mind ventured back to the way Blaine’s lips tasted and felt. If Blaine had been a different person-- someone who wasn’t a dear friend who believed in committed relationships-- they would be in a much different situation right now. With their drinks refilled and emptied once more, Sebastian was definitely feeling much more drunk than before and he had a fleeting thought that maybe drinking even more after kissing wasn’t the best idea. Unfortunately, it was too late to go in time to undo anything.

Sebastian watched the way Blaine stood up from the bar and it was clear he was more than just a little drunk. “Lightweight,” he teased, pulling out his phone to get a Lyft sent to them. He waved the bartender for one last drink, figuring it wouldn’t hurt since he was already drunk and wouldn’t be driving anyways. “We’ll get you all tucked in bed tonight so you’ll be well rested for McDonald’s tomorrow-- chicken nuggets and those crack-laced fries you love so much.” Sebastian wrapped an arm around Blaine’s waist to keep him steady, this time being a little more aware to keep his lips away from Blaine’s. In his mind he just had to not kiss him, and they’d be golden. Kissing was off-limits.

“C’mon, some cool air will make you feel better,” he asserted after he’d paid off the tab with his credit card before walking practically hip-to-hip with Blaine out the door to wait for their ride.

Blaine Anderson:

“Shh,” Blaine giggled when Sebastian called him a lightweight. He leaned into Sebastian’s hold easily, the feeling of their bodies close to one another not helping the tension Blaine was feeling. He somehow only felt hotter as they stepped out into the chilly night air, the alcohol from his last drink catching up to the rest. “Mmm, McDonald’s. I love that you know me so well.” He said, looking up at Sebastian as they waited for their ride. “You’re my best friend, you know.” Blaine turned into Sebastian just a little, not making it easy on himself to not kiss Sebastian again, he glanced at the taller’s lips and swallowed.

Before he could give in to his impulses again, their Lyft pulled up, causing Sebastian’s phone to chime to alert that it was there. Clearing his throat, Blaine nodded towards the car with the pink sticker. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He took his hand to tug him towards the car, pausing only for a moment to look back at Sebastian, barely tripping over his shoe as he stepped off the sidewalk. “I mean, sleep, not necessarily let’s go to bed.” He chuckled nervously, the blush on his cheeks noticeable even in the faint glow of the parking lot lights.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian followed Blaine’s lead, trying his best to stay mostly upright as they somehow stumbled their way into the car. With Blaine’s face flushed red, Sebastian assumed that they must’ve drank a little too much. They sat practically cuddled together in the backseat, both leaning against each other. Sebastian’s hand trailed its way up and down Blaine’s bare arms, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Blaine’s skin was so soft and warm and feeling him just made Sebastian want to get even closer. “Bed and then McDonald’s in the morning,” Sebastian reiterated, feeling the urge to close the gap between them and kiss him again. It was all he could think about-- Blaine was right there in front of him, like low-hanging fruit. Delicious, deletable fruit.

It was only when they arrived at the Smythe house did Sebastian break himself out of Blaine’s spell. After exchanging pleasantries with the driver and leaving, Sebastian all but pulled his friend out of the car, holding him close as they clumsily made their way to the front door. “C’mon, I’ll make sure we get to bed,” he mumbled after struggling to open the door and close it quietly behind them. Sebastian did his best to lead the way but somewhere along the way he must’ve forgotten he was supposed to lead Blaine to the guest room because they ended up in his bedroom instead. “Bed,” Sebastian motioned as he continued to lead the way and sat heavily into the plush comforter of his bed, bringing Blaine right along with him.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was never one to shy away from affection but in his drunken haze he was always more affectionate and it felt good to be cuddled with Sebastian in the backseat of the Lyft. Sebastian’s fingertips left a trail of chills behind as they caressed his arms, it felt really good. He made sure to stay close to Sebastian as they stumbled into the Smythe household. When Sebastian tugged Blaine into the bed with him, the shorter let out a soft giggle. The entire way home all Blaine had been thinking about was the kiss and how his lips were still on fire. Looking at Sebastian, he ran his fingers through the taller’s hair, letting his hand trail down his face to brush his thumb over his cheek. “Seb,” he leaned in a little closer, whispering as if there were people in the room. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Before he even got a response he moved to stand up again, kicking off his shoes and tugging at the bowtie around his neck, tossing it aside. His body felt like it was on fire and he could burst into flames. Pulling his shirt up to untuck it, he stumbled a little.

Sebastian Smythe:

“A secret?” Sebastian parroted, watching in a haze as Blaine pulled back and began to get undressed. “You can always tell me anything, B,” he said honestly, his fingers moving to undo the first few buttons of his own shirt. “You know the only person I blab secrets to is you.”

As Blaine stumbled and struggled with undressing himself, Sebastian leaned forward to volunteer his assistance. He completely untucked Blaine’s shirt with a forceful tug, grabbing next to undo Blaine’s belt. Sebastian wanted his guest to be comfortable when he slept, after all. He chuckled a little to himself as he threw all caution to the wind. Any concern for the state of his and Blaine’s platonic friendship went completely out the window as soon as Sebastian caught a glance of the other boy’s midriff.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine grinned as Sebastian helped him to undress, biting on his lip as he was tugged closer as the other undid his belt. The way his best friend assured him that the only person he tells secrets to is him, made Blaine feel that same special feeling he’d felt at the bar when he kissed Sebastian. He secretly loved being Sebastian’s exception, even if it wasn’t so secret on this particular night. After fumbling over a few buttons on his shirt, Blaine stepped closer to Sebastian, with the taller on the bed their height difference was perfect in that moment. Blaine took a breath and glanced at Sebastian’s lips. “I really want to kiss you again,” he confessed, before doing just that.

His fingers curled around the fabric of Sebastian’s shirt as he captured his lips in another needy kiss. Blaine was drowning in the feeling that came with kissing Sebastian, the soft sparks he could feel popping underneath his lips, spreading all throughout his body. The alcohol he’d consumed was the least intoxicating thing compared to that moment and he wanted more. More of Sebastian, more of that feeling. Pressing his body against Sebastian’s, Blaine cupped the taller’s face, before the kiss came to an end so he could catch his shuddering breath briefly. His eyes fluttered open, not moving his hands from Sebastian’s face, he attempted to assess Sebastian’s reaction through his clouded judgment.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian hadn’t been expecting Blaine to be so bold yet again but when he heard those words and watched as Blaine’s eyes darted down to look at his lips, he had no intention of putting a stop to it this time. When Blaine kissed him, Sebastian kissed back with fervor and desire. It felt like every fiber of his being wanted this and any and all doubt was nowhere to be found. Sebastian’s fingers curled into the fabric of Blaine’s shirt before snaking underneath where he could simply feel the bare skin of his torso.

When Blaine pulled away ever so slightly, Sebastian’s eyes fluttered open-- he hadn’t even known he’d closed them-- and he stared up and found himself lost in those gorgeous eyes once again. “More,” Sebastian whispered, all but lunging forward to bring Blaine in for another kiss. He was hungry, practically starving for Blaine. His body buzzing as if telling him over and over again: more, more, more!

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine’s body shuddered when Sebastian whispered more, a soft noise escaping him as their lips were reconnected in another kiss. Waves of electricity shot through Blaine’s entire being as he kissed Sebastian eagerly. His hands roamed freeling over Sebastian’s frame, tugging and pulling at the rest of the buttons on his shirt, pushing at it so it fell from his shoulders. Blaine’s fingertips grazed over the other’s bare chest. He shared the same sentiment as Sebastian’s earlier statement with a whiny “More” against Sebastian’s lips as he moved to straddle the taller’s lap.

His heart was pounding against his chest, his pulse thumping loudly in his ears. He had never let himself realize how badly he wanted Sebastian until that moment. It would be a regret in the morning that they had crossed the line of their friendship but right then and there he couldn’t have cared any less. “Want you, Sebastian.” He breathed against Sebastian’s mouth, whimpering softly. “Need you.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Unable to pull back on the proverbial reins any longer, Sebastian rushed to get Blaine as naked as possible as quickly as possible. With Blaine straddling him and kissing him feverishly, Sebastian blindly pulled Blaine’s shirt off of him, leaving his entire upper body bare. Sebastian’s hands felt all over, making themselves familiar with Blaine’s body. His fingertips just barely grazed over the other boy’s nipple and Sebastian’s couldn’t help the smile forming across his face even as he continued to move his lips against Blaine’s. Until today, touching Blaine like this only seemed like a fantasy.

Hearing Blaine’s needy voice, whimpering for him with wanton desire had blood shooting directly to Sebastian’s cock, a hard erection forming a tent in his slacks. “B, what you do to me,” he murmured against Blaine’s lips as he undid his slacks and tugged down his underwear to free his unflagging erection. He’d never exposed himself to Blaine like this but he didn’t feel like anything was amiss. If anything, in that moment he wondered why they hadn’t done this sooner.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine did his best to not break their kisses unless he absolutely had to as the two worked around each other to rid themselves of clothing until they were completely naked with one another, the feeling was invigorating and Blaine shared the same sentiment of why haven’t we done this before. The reality of the answer to that particular question would be lost on him until morning came and they were alone with sober thoughts and memories of the night. It hadn’t even dawned on Blaine properly that Sebastian returned Blaine’s advances just as eagerly- clearly Sebastian had these thoughts swirling around the back of his mind as well.

The way Sebastian touched him and kissed him, the words that were uttered into the dark room, it all made Blaine feel wanted. Wanted and desirable. It was addicting and he wanted more. During the moments they were finally shedding the last articles of clothing, Blaine had managed to pin Sebastian between his small body and the bed below them. “Mm, you make me feel so good.” Blaine hummed as he ran his hands down Sebastian’s body. The feeling of their naked skin touching caused a shiver to run up Blaine’s spine as he moved his kisses to trail along the other’s jawline, peppering kisses along the freckle trail down his neck.

Sebastian Smythe:

The moment Sebastian was pinned between the bed and one Blaine Anderson hovering above him, he felt that Blaine could literally do anything he wanted with him. Blaine was small, but the guy was strong-- especially for his size. Sebastian lifted his head to give Blaine better access to his neck, the faint hairs along his body all standing at attention. The way each kiss left behind a tingle that seeped from the surface of his skin all the way down to the core put a smile on Sebastian’s face. Blaine was giving him chills in the best way possible. “Speak for yourself,” Sebastian quipped as his body arched into Blaine’s touch. He was beginning to feel desperate and that Blaine was teasing him.

“How do you want me, baby?” he asked, the pet name coming out naturally as he looked at Blaine. He ran his hands down along Blaine’s back, just wanting to feel as much of him as possible. “Tonight I’m all yours.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine grinned at Sebastian’s words, continuing to leave a trail of kisses down his neck and chest before coming back up to capture his lips in another kiss, allowing his hips to grind down gently so their erections brushed together. “Mmm,” He hummed, his body aching for more friction, more Sebastian. There was a part of Blaine, even if sober he didn’t admit out loud, that had always fantasized about having sex with Sebastian. Some lonely nights under his covers he’d think about being underneath his best friend until he was panting alone in his room.

With that thought in mind, Blaine managed to smoothly flip them over so he was now pinned between the bed and Sebastian, placing his hands on the back of Sebastian’s neck to bring him down for a desperate kiss. “Want you to take control, wanna be yours for the night.” He mumbled against his mouth, letting one of his legs hook onto Sebastian’s hips as he pushed his hips upwards. He let out a soft groan as his body trembled with anticipation of what was to come.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian gladly obliged when Blaine shifted them on the bed. He continued to kiss him, grinding his hips down as their erections rubbed against one another. Having been given the reins, Sebastian was ready to jump into action. He was especially experienced and knew it was well within his capabilities to rock Blaine’s world. He already knew none of the guys Blaine had ever been with was anywhere near his level.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m gonna take care of you so well,” he boasted, pulling away for just a moment to procure a small bottle of lube from his nightstand. He took a moment to run his hand down Blaine’s body, gently feeling the dips and curves of his torso and committing the feeling to memory. “Do you even know how gorgeous you are right now? Like this?” Sebastian asked as he squirted some of the lube into his hand and slicked himself up. He used what excess lube that was on his hand to circle the tight entrance of Blaine’s ass. “Perfect and ready-- just for me?”

It took only another moment before Sebastian was lining up his stiff cock with Blaine’s ass, maintaining eye contact before delving in with one swift movement. With his mouth falling slack, a broken moan followed by a shudder fell from his lips as he was very quickly surrounded by the tight, intensely hot feeling of Blaine.

Blaine Anderson:

All of the pet names falling from Sebastian’s lips only fueled the already burning fire inside of Blaine’s body as he looked up at his lover, biting down on his lip as he waited with bated breath for Sebastian. “Just for you,” he whispered. He liked the way Sebastian spoke to him, he wondered briefly if that was how he spoke to his other sexual partners. With his leg spread and Sebastian’s pushing into him, Blaine’s eyes fell closed as his forehead wrinkled with the welcome feeling of being full. Blaine wasn’t inexperienced by any means, he definitely enjoyed the feeling of bottoming but with Sebastian, it felt different. A soft groan escaped from his mouth as it fell open ever so slightly.

Digging one of his heels into the bed below, he moved his other leg higher up on Sebastian’s hip. “Seb,” he groaned once again. “Feels really good.” He whined, moving his hips down a little, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not a virgin, don’t go easy on me.” He slid his hand down his own body to wrap his hand around his erection.

Sebastian Smythe:

“Yeah?” Sebastian chuckled softly, his fingers pressing into Blaine’s thigh as he gripped to steady himself. “I won’t hold back, then.” With that, Sebastian slowly dragged his cock out of Blaine, letting his entire length feel every little squeeze before roughly shoving himself back in, all the way to the hilt. He did it again, then again, each time entering Blaine better than the last, until he had formed a steady rhythm.

Sebastian looked down at Blaine laying there on his bed. He could feel the haze in his brain from all the alcohol he had consumed but it was as if he had tunnel-vision through the fog and Blaine came through, bright and clear. Even in the darkened room with just the light from the street lamps streaming in through the heavy blinds, Blaine was his sole focus. He watched his best friend’s every reaction to his moments, wanting to be sure he was feeling good. The way Blaine’s brows wrinkled up when he whined, or how his soft lips parted as his body opened itself for him, little by little.

Blaine Anderson:

As Sebastian found his rhythm, Blaine let go of his erection to grip onto the sheets below. With every movement Sebastian managed to hit the right spot every time, increasing Blaine’s feeling of pleasure with every thrust. He let out a series of uncontrollable sounds that would convey how good he felt, not able to string any actual words together.

His forehead glistened as sweat began to bead up along his wrinkled brow, feeling as if any moment he could quite literally burst into flames and burn right through the sheets of Sebastian’s bed. “God,” he managed to moan through gritted teeth. “Sebastian- yes baby, yes-” The volume of Blaine’s voice increased with every word he whined, moving his body ever so slightly in tune with Sebastian’s.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian let out a soft sound of approval, the sound of skin slapping against skin seemingly echoing throughout the room. It felt like a heat was coiling itself in the pit of his stomach that could come undone at any given moment. “You feel so fucking good,” he said through gritted teeth. “Wanna make you feel good, too.” Sebastian reached down, wrapping his slippery fingers around Blaine’s hard cock and began stroking up and down.

Sharp, little breaths of air came out of Sebastian’s mouth as the rhythm of his hips picked up speed. He hit hard and deep, his ego inflating just a bit every time he hit Blaine’s sweet spot. The feeling was almost too much, too fast. “B, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warned, almost embarrassed that he couldn’t hold out, but Blaine just felt too good.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine was extremely impressed with Sebastian’s skill of being able to hit the right spot with every single movement he made, causing Blaine’s tiny frame to tremble as he got closer and closer to his own orgasm. His breath caught in his throat when he felt the other’s hand around his throbbing erection, a guttural moan crawling from the depths of his throat. “Oh god.” Blaine didn’t think anything of the fact that Sebastian was already losing it so quickly, he was toeing the line himself. It was too good, he was too overwhelmed, and he was drunk.

Blaine’s eyes rolled back and his back arched as he attempted to shake his head. “So good, so good Sebastian. Please.” He babbled, followed by a string of profanities as his knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets. He called out Sebastian’s name as his entire body felt like it was exploding and he tripped over the edge of his orgasm, painting his own stomach with stripes of white.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian’s erratic movements went into overdrive as Blaine called out for him. When Blaine finally let go, Sebastian let out a little gasp at the sight before him. With ropes of Blaine’s come spilling over onto his toned body, the burning coil in the pit of Sebastian’s stomach finally came undone and he let loose what felt like everything he had. He had finally chased his orgasm off the cliff and came hot and heavy into Blaine with a shout. He rode his high until he had become flaccid, his hot come dripping out of Blaine’s ass and spilling onto the sheets under them. “Fuck…” he whispered, his voice shuddering with his unsteady breath.

Very carefully, Sebastian eased himself up and off of Blaine before plopping himself down onto the bed. He was still trying to catch his breath as he searched with his hand for Blaine’s. Once he found it, he wrapped his fingers around and gave it a little squeeze. “You just rocked my world, B,” he said as he turned his head to look at Blaine’s profile. He was still a bit drunk and coming had only made his thoughts cloudier.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine didn’t recognize his own voice as more profanities fell from his lips, his body shaking from his very core as he came until he couldn’t anymore, until he was too sensitive to touch. It was the first time he’d ever experienced the cliched fireworks when having sex with someone. His body trembled from the intensity of his orgasm, so much so he feared it might spontaneously combust.

As they both rested side by side, Blaine’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he tried his best to calm his heart rate. Giving Sebastian’s hand a squeeze right back, he turned his head and chuckled through his heavy pants. “Yeah? Well, right back at you.” He brought his free hand up to rub his face gently, shaking his head. “That was incredible.” Blaine whispered before moving to get closer to Sebastian, closing the space between them again. This neediness of Blaine’s kiss hadn’t subsided at all, but he did kiss Sebastian slower that time, relishing in the way their lips fit perfectly together.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian felt like he had just managed to catch his breath when suddenly Blaine was taking it away once again. Kissing Blaine back with ease, Sebastian relished in the alcohol mixed with sweet tastes. When their lips broke apart, neither one made a move away from each other and Sebastian lingered as he breathed in the scent of sweat, sex, alcohol, and notes of Blaine’s cologne. Aware that there was a quite a mess painted all over Blaine’s torso, Sebastian hazily grabbed at a portion of the blanket, doing his best to wipe it off. It probably would’ve been better if they showered but he was too tired and spent to care all that much. That was a problem for Tomorrow-Sebastian, not Now-Sebastian.

“You’re incredible,” Sebastian murmured as he closed his eyes, draping his arm over Blaine’s torso as he nuzzled against him. Whenever he had sex, Sebastian was never the type to cuddle with his lover but he didn’t see the problem tonight since Blaine was his friend. This was different, so cuddling was allowed-- at least, that was how he convinced himself in his head.

Blaine Anderson:

As Sebastian cuddled close to him, Blaine immediately let out a content hum. He slipped his arm around the taller and nuzzled their noses together before burrowing his face against the crook of Sebastian’s neck. He took a deep breath in to inhale the comforting scent of his very best friend. Completely oblivious to the complications he’d face in the morning when a sober mind woke up naked next to his best friend.

“Mm, you’re my favorite.” He exhaled against Sebastian’s next as he already began to succumb to sleep.

Sebastian Smythe:

It didn’t take but a few moments longer for Sebastian to drift off as well. However, what was a peaceful slumber was broken suddenly, when a noise outside woke him up with a start. Sebastian sat up suddenly, hissing as a pounding headache hit him like a freight train. “Fuck…” he groaned, massaging his eyes and the bridge of his nose with his fingers. It felt like he'd only rested for a few minutes judging from his headache, but the sun was already streaming through the window. He stumbled out of bed with his eyes still closed, just barely blinking them open to maneuver himself to the bathroom. After the night of drinking he’d just had, he felt like he needed to piss like a racehorse.

After doing his business and washing his hands, he splashed some water on his face to help him wake up. Judging from the amount of sunlight pouring into the room, it was already midday. He walked back into his room, rubbing his eyes and that’s when he saw Blaine, fast asleep in his bed. Suddenly, fuzzy memories came rushing back: drinks and grinding bodies on the dancefloor, kisses and needy hands roaming over naked bodies. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered to himself as he rushed over to pull on his boxers before kneeling on the bed and urgently waking Blaine up. “Wake up, wake up, wake up,” Sebastian said under his breath, his brain going a mile a minute as he tried to wrap his head around what happened. He needed Blaine awake for this.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine slept soundly and peacefully the entire night next to Sebastian, it was probably one of the best nights of sleep he’d had in a long while, even. That was until he was woken up by Sebastian shaking his arm and whispering to him, bringing his throbbing headache to the forefront of his mind. “Why with the shaking?” He whined, trying to turn over, trying his best to stay asleep and not fully wake up. But with Sebastian not stopping, it finally woke him up to realize that he was naked. Opening his eyes, his face scrunched in protest of the brightness in the room. “Wh-”

He moved slowly to sit up, looking at Sebastian as the nausea from his hangover started to settle in his stomach. “What’s?” He looked down and then over at his half-naked best friend. He was in Sebastian’s bed, naked- even hung over he could put the pieces together fairly quickly. “Oh-oh.” He looked up at Sebastian, clearly more awake than the few seconds prior. It was very clear that the two of them had not just slept in the same bed together. “Seb, why am I naked?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. He knew it was a stupid question but he couldn’t form a proper sentence.

Sebastian Smythe:

“I’ll give you one guess,” Sebastian replied with a quip, his tone somewhere between stressed and frustrated. His head was throbbing and he knew he had effectively fucked up his relationship with Blaine. He looked around the floor of his room before picking up what he only guessed was Blaine’s underwear before tossing it to him. “I, uh-- I mean, we were both clearly drunk and not thinking straight.” He picked up other pieces of Blaine’s clothing, trying his best to not visualize how he’d helped Blaine undress just a few hours prior. He threw all of Blaine’s clothes on the bed before taking a few steps away and turning around to allow his friend some privacy. As he heard the bed creak and the shuffling of sheets, Sebastian guessed that Blaine was probably moving to get out of bed and he couldn’t be there right now. The air between them was tense and Sebastian didn’t even know what to say. “Um--” he started speaking, taking a few steps towards the door. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee to help us shake this hangover.”

Sebastian wasn’t a fan of awkward conversations-- especially ones that involved his best friend and a drunken night without clothes. He grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans before bolting for the door, making a beeline for the kitchen.

Blaine Anderson:

As Blaine hurried to dress himself, flashes of the night before played through his mind becoming less fuzzy the more awake he got. “I-right, not thinking," He stuttered, standing up from the bed to pull on his pants. The tension in the air was nothing like it had been the night before, and it only thickened when Sebastian left the room. Standing there in Sebastian’s room half-dressed, Blaine placed his hand on his head and took a deep breath. “Dammit.”

It took Blaine a few long moments to finish getting himself dressed and cleaned up. He washed his face in the bathroom, looking at himself for a minute, trying to wrap his own mind around what had happened. He had sex with Sebastian. He had sex with Sebastian. The one person in the entire world that was off-limits to him, and he’d had sex with him. He felt like he was going to hyperventilate. “Great, Blaine, great. You just have to ruin everything don’t you?” He groaned, turning off the light as he finally emerged, slowly making his way to the kitchen to tell Sebastian goodbye; there was no way they were going to lunch now, and there was no way they weren’t going to be awkward with each other. The one person in the world he didn’t have to ever feel awkward around. “H-hey,” He said quietly, shuffling his feet a little. “I should probably just...go home.”

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian had been in the kitchen, having put on some casual-fitting clothes along the way. His mind was still racing as he focused solely on making some coffee. It didn’t seem like his parents were home at the moment and that wasn’t out of the norm; if anything, it made the morning a little easier because he felt like he had a lot on his plate as it were.

When Blaine’s quiet voice cut through the silence, Sebastian turned to look at him and his brow furrowed slightly. He felt bad that he put Blaine in a position to feel uncomfortable in his presence. “Hey, no, you don’t have to go,” he frowned and pulled a thermos from a nearby cabinet. “I’m not about to let you foot it home from here and I still need to get my car from Scandals…”

The coffee pot rumbled softly as the coffee brewed, and Sebastian pulled a second thermos from the cabinet and placed it down on the counter. “I’m still me, Blaine. And you’re still you. I can at least drive you home and get McDonald’s on the way. I promised, after all.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine hesitated where he stood as Sebastian spoke, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the tension that he had caused; the memory came back loud and clear of who started it. He had no one to blame but himself. “I--” He didn’t know what to say. He was afraid of saying anything. It was a delicate situation that could go horribly wrong if he wasn’t careful. “Okay,” was all he managed to get out before he fell silent again, smiling a little when Sebastian mentioned McDonald’s. “I guess McDonald’s wouldn’t hurt,” he admitted, not knowing if that were actually true.

He was a little worried about spending any more time with Sebastian that day. Though it was true that they were still them… They had completely jumped over the line in their friendship and Blaine had no idea how he felt about it.

Sebastian Smythe:

The car ride over was silent and maybe that was good in a way since they both had splitting headaches, but Sebastian was uneasy with this particular quiet. Before last night, the two of them could sit in total silence and there was never a moment where Sebastian felt pressured to fill the silence with conversation. Usually the silence was comforting, even-- being with Blaine put him at ease. Now it was different; Sebastian felt like he had so much he needed to say but he still held his tongue. When they arrived at the nearly-empty Scandal’s parking lot, they switched from their Lyft ride over to Sebastian’s car to get them to McDonald’s.

When they pulled up to the drive-thru, Sebastian looked at Blaine. “You want your usual? 60 chicken nuggets and twelve large fries?” he joked, though the sound of so much food turned his stomach a bit. For some reason greasy food seemed to help with a hangover in the long-run; it was a fact that was actually revealed to him by Blaine himself. “I figured we’d just eat in the car so we don’t have to deal with people.”

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine had a hundred different thoughts swirling around in his head, only making his head throb harder. He wanted to speak, the silence was deafening and he wanted to break it but it felt as if he couldn’t physically open his mouth. It wasn’t until they were in the drive-thru that Blaine gave any sign of being aware of his surroundings. Sebastian made him laugh even if only gently when he joked about the food. “Make it 70.” The joke made the tension ease for a brief moment, but it rapidly built right back up once they were parked with the food in their hands.

Blaine kept quiet again as he scarfed down his food, surprisingly starving considering the current climate of the car. Even as he ate all he could think about was Sebastian and how they’d just probably ruined their friendship and he didn’t want to lose his very best friend in the whole world- he started to feel the beginnings of a panic attack when he just blurted out, “This is stupid.” He wanted to drown out the doomsday thoughts. This didn’t have to be a big deal. Right? “This doesn’t have to be some big deal.” He looked to Sebastian, shaking his head. “It was just sex.” He was more trying to convince himself than the other.

Sebastian Smythe:

It was just sex: A statement that Sebastian had both heard and said multiple times. He was all too familiar with the statement and Blaine was the last person he'd ever expected to utter it. But here Blaine was, cute and beautiful as ever, clearly looking to him for reassurance. "Yeah," he replied, with a single vigorous nod of the head, brow furrowed. "I'm totally used to drunken nights with meaningless sex. Like, I just feel bad because I know you're not like that; you want a relationship and all that crap."

Sebastian took a break from eating to get to the core of the issue. He knew he could be upfront and honest with Blaine-- they were best friends, after all. "I just… I feel like an asshole because I took advantage of you. You just got dumped and you were vulnerable and sad last night." Had it been literally anyone else, Sebastian wouldn't have felt an ounce of remorse being another man's rebound. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you, B."

Blaine Anderson:

Meaningless. Blaine chuckled with a nervous shake of his head. “Right, no, don’t feel bad. It’s okay. I mean, obviously I don’t do this often but it’s not like I haven’t.” He assured Sebastian as he took a drink. With a shrug of his shoulders Blaine looked down, he felt a little bad himself that Sebastian had taken it upon his own shoulders to be responsible for ‘taking advantage’ of Blaine when Blaine knew better. “No, don’t feel like an asshole either, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He looked to his best friend-- for the first time that day. “You’re not responsible for this- not solely responsible.”

Blaine let out a sigh as he nudged Sebastian, smiling gently. “Hey, you’re my best friend. It’s okay. We got carried away and you took care of me for the night-” He blushed, the thought of the two of them together causing him to glance down. “I’m sure it was great.” It was great-- he remembered more of it in that moment than he had when he first woke up. It was the best sex he’d had in his life and he wasn’t sure why just yet. “We don’t have to talk about it ever again if we don’t want to...but it happened and it’s okay.” He said in an attempt to convince himself further. He wasn’t sure how easy it would be to just continue on the way they always did but he wasn’t about to lose Sebastian because of whatever he may or may not be feeling internally. “As long as you think we’re fine, then we’re fine as far as I’m concerned.” He punctuated his statement with an uncertain breath.

Sebastian Smythe:

Blaine was right; this was a mistake that the two of them had made together. They were both consenting young adults who knew the repercussions even if they were both drunk. Even if in the drunken, hazy moment, both of them had wanted this. Sebastian mentally cursed at Yesterday-Sebastian, wishing that he would’ve had a little more consideration for himself before dropping this mess for him to navigate.

“I think we’re fine,” Sebastian replied, a little more stilted than he would’ve liked but it was difficult to lie right in Blaine’s face. He cleared his throat before he clarified, “I mean, shit’s gonna be awkward for a little bit but it’s not like we’re not friends or I’m not going to be in your corner when you need help.” Or a body in your bed when you get lonely again. Sebastian chided the rogue thoughts and did his best to focus on the conversation at hand. “It doesn’t feel like it now, but I bet this’ll be something we’ll laugh at when we get older and you settle down with a boring gay orthodontist or something, and I’m living it up with my harem of strippers.”

Sebastian just wanted things to be normal again and if pretending last night didn’t happen helped, then god willing he was determined to do his best.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine pressed his lips together and nodded his head as Sebastian spoke. They were at least as fine as they were going to be there at that moment. It was a lot and it had all just happened not twenty four hours before- it was going to take a bit to feel any sense of normalcy. “Right, it’s not I’m not going to be in your corner either. Who cares if we had sex?” He swallowed hard as the words being said out loud again were a lot for him to handle. I care.

“It’ll just be a funny story one day that means nothing. You were here for me and we were drunk.” He said aloud only to further convince himself. He looked to Sebastian, smiling at him and nodding his head. “Your strippers will think it’s funny, probably not so much my orthodontist.” Blaine laughed gently, taking a deep breath and rubbing his face. “Good, this is good, I feel good.” He lied through his teeth but he wanted it to feel normal again and he just had to fake it long enough until they actually made it. They would make it. They had to. “I’m glad we had this talk...and thanks for being there for me last night- regardless of what happened. I just...will be more careful when I drink.” He joked in an attempt to speed up the process of getting back to normal.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian chuckled awkwardly as Blaine played along with his little jokes. Hearing Blaine say that they were good and they could agree to still be friends regardless of what happened last night. "Yeah, from now on I'll have to watch how much I drink or we need to start bringing a third with us to be our DD," Sebastian added, though he honestly didn't want to bring a third wheel into the mix. He liked when it was just him and Blaine, even with the weird tension.

Looking down to the spread of junk food, Sebastian didn't feel particularly hungry anymore and he really just wanted to curl up into bed and pretend yesterday didn't exist even though his brain would play it on repeat for the rest of the day. He wanted to tell Blaine he'd gladly give himself over again, let Blaine have his way with him because last night was mind-blowing and he wished Blaine was more like him so he could have exactly that. He would gladly be Blaine's rebound guy forever if he could get that kind of sex on the regular. Yet, Sebastian was infinitely more grateful that Blaine wasn't that person; Blaine cared about relationships and in turn cared about him. Even if last night didn't mean anything, Sebastian knew that he meant a lot to Blaine as his friend.

"So, same time next week?" Sebastian joked with a genuine laugh this time, doing his best to laugh off their horrid mistake.

Blaine Anderson:

Blaine immediately shook his head at the idea of a third person, he didn’t really trust anyone else the way he trusted Sebastian and he would prefer it just be the two of them even if something were to ever happen again between them. “Ugh, no, no third. You get weird around outsiders.” He chuckled as he began to gather up their food trash, not feeling too hungry anymore himself. “No, we’re fine, we’ll be fine. We’ll just...not do it again.” Blaine shrugged. “I mean, we managed for this long. We’ll be fine.” Blaine felt weird. He felt weird about the night before and about them and it was upsetting. It was no one’s fault but his own.

In reality it was the best night of his entire life and he would do it again right then and there but Sebastian was off-limits to him and he had always known that. He’d set boundaries with himself a long time ago to not fall for Sebastian because he would just get hurt. He knew Sebastian better than anyone and he wasn’t about to ruin their relationship over feelings that he wasn’t even sure he had.

Sebastian Smythe:

Sebastian laughed at Blaine’s reaction, both very aware that if a twosome in bed was already so bad, a threesome would be an unmitigated disaster. “We’re definitely fine,” he parroted as the word sounded weirder and weirder the more they repeated it to each other. Even if it didn’t feel it right then and there, he wasn’t going to let some drunken fling together tear apart their entire friendship.

As they cleaned up their trash and Sebastian drove Blaine home with the radio playing music very quietly so as to not worsen their hangovers, he couldn’t help but to think that try as he might to forget what happened last night, it’d be a night he’d never forget.

#seblaine #verse: frozen candle #para: fc 001

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sweettist · 5 years ago

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Charmed 2020 Recap (Pt 3)

(3/3)

You can find Part 1 here

You can find Part 2 here

Please Note: In this tumblr, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb, all the subby girls I play with as Kaelynn, and all the subby non binaries as Kael. All of my Calebs/Kaelynns/Kaels have access to their safewords, at all times.

At Charmed, I worked predominantly with a single Kael, although I did play with a few others. This Kael and I have worked together for almost a year now, and several times in person. We have established negotiations and consent. Boyfriend is, of course, my boyfriend.

I will be editing this to add Kael’s notes when I receive them.

Warning: I will be using hypnotic language in this post.

Sunday

Sunday morning was fairly busy. During breakfast, Boyfriend sent me a message saying that he scheduled The Hall of Gratuitous Praise for 11am.

Kael and I both showered, and I collared them. I had an idea for the large purple faceted crystal I had bought and I strung it, and then looped it into the O ring of the collar.

This addition added, we headed downstairs. When I walked into the room where the Hall was to be held I was relieved, and happy, to see several people already there, ready to volunteer for the Hall.

After turning several chairs around to face the door and making sure people were hydrated, The Hall of Gratuitous Praise was Open.

It went wonderfully! About 20 or so people walked in. More joined the Praisers than I thought would and I think, at one point, we had 16 people praising. We started with 8.

Towards the end, I left the room for about a minute to switch headspaces before walking back in to receive praise myself.

The wave of cheers, applauding, and compliments hit me and stayed with me pretty much the entire day. Which is exactly what I hope happened with other people, as well.

After The Hall, I went up to mine and Boyfriend’s room to wait for my next session.

I have been teasing this Caleb for a few months online but this would be our first real session.

We spent some time negotiating, and making sure he had water.

He placed his own collar around his neck and then we were ready to begin.

He sat, facing me, and I ran my hands through his hair and brought him nice and deep. I even used the ring on the front of his collar to physically pull him down a few times, something he had requested I do. I found it quite hot.

Once he was deep, I continued to stroke his hair nice and slow and had him focus on the pure enjoyment of my hands in his hair.

Then I gave him the first trigger I normally give someone when I play with them, ‘brush’, which lets them feel my hands running through their hair exactly the way they like it.

This Caleb had an advantage to the people I give this to online. He was physically experiencing my fingers in his hair.

I counted him up and we discussed the trance and I triggered him a few times before he wanted to go under again so I could give him my Freeze trigger.

This time he sat with his back to me as I stroked my fingers through his hair. His mind accepted the Freeze trigger just as well as it had ‘brush’.

After I brought him up he needed to stretch and I was positively delighted to see a tell-a-tale spot of pre darkening his pants.

I find hypnosis, even non-sexual hypnosis, to be fairly arousing. To see I had the same affect on him he had on me, well, it merely made me hornier.

Though, when he apologized for it, I could tell he was embarrassed, so I waved it off, making a joke that we were “At an Erotic Hypnosis Convention” and changed the subject.

I had been teasing him online for a month, if not more, about how I wanted to pet his butt at Charmed and now I finally had permission.

Though while I was petting his butt, and squeezing it gently, he made a comment of “What if you tried to hypnotize me with that?”

I paused in my butt squeezing. “Is that consent?”

“Yes. I’m curious.”

And I slid into my tist voice, talked about how I was stroking his butt in circles. And then I lifted his butt cheeks… and dropped them. And he was under. I deepened his trance with more squeezes, rubs, and gentle pats. Enjoying the feel of his butt beneath my fingers.

As much as I was enjoying it, it was getting closer to my Consent Team shift, so I stopped rubbing his butt and brought him all the way up.

We spent several minutes in aftercare before we ended session and I had a few minutes to head to Kael’s room before my shift.

They were relaxing in their room and I breezed in to grab a few things I needed and I had them snag their hairbrush.

I couldn’t trance them while on shift, but I could damn sure give their hair the attention it deserved. On the way down, they once again, mentioned smelling Lavender in the elevator, which gave me a huge smile, though again, I told them I couldn’t smell it.

Sunday’s shift was nice.

Kael sat in front of me and I brushed their hair for hours. No joke.

It was calm and, I actually got to talk to people I hadn’t been able to, with all our mutual sceneing.

While I was brushing Kael’s hair, a friend of mine showed me an awesome base of the neck hair pull to bring her subject up.

Asking Kael if it was okay, she tried it on them, as well. Kael liked it. After trying it myself (while they were awake) I filed it away for later use.

When my shift was over, Kael and I headed to dinner, after which, my Kaelynn came to visit and told us about the unofficial Sunday activities.

Rather than staying in our room by ourselves this last night, Kael and I decided to head to the Unofficial Trance Practice. Boyfriend joined us, as well.

While we were standing around, waiting for a seat to open up, I sat on the edge of the bed, and got one of my friend’s attention to show her the addition to Kael’s collar, the large purple faceted crystal, on its black ribbon, attached to the O ring.

I smiled at her, and then used it to pull Kael down to their knees so I could kiss them.

I let them stand back up and a woman I wasn’t familiar with said “Can you do that again?” in awe.

“Absolutely.”

And I did. It was quite fun to show off the control I had over Kael.

Finally there was a seat next to my friend and she and I co-tranced Kael. Though I did the thing you’re not supposed to do, and listened to her rather than focusing on what I was saying. Certainly not a good display of my skills. But, Kael quite enjoyed themselves nonetheless.

I was petting Kael’s hair and flirting with Boyfriend when my friend made a comment about wanting to know more ways to do Hypnotic Breast Inductions.

I knew of several and I volunteered to show her some.

Gesturing Boyfriend over, I showed one similar to the one I had used on Caleb earlier that day. I took off my bra and raised my dress so my breasts were able to be easily accessed. Placing Boyfriend’s hands on my bare breasts having him lift them…

and drop them.

Each time he dropped them his head sunk down more, and more, until he was out.

I brought him up and then, again using his hands on my bare breasts, I made him move them in a spiral, using them to spiral his mind as he watched himself moving them around and around.

Again he dropped deep.

When it came to the third one, I decided to use Kael.

I had Kael take a single breast in both their hands and watch my nipple, remember how good it tasted, how much they longed to taste it again.

My friend later commented on how their lips parted, their breath came faster, and their pulse went up, as I was describing this.

When they finally took my nipple into their mouth, they dropped.

I brought them up and put my breasts away. While I chatted with the people in the room, I kept petting Kael.

There was a moment of silence and I, not being one who does well with silence, asked Kael if I could snap. They nodded and I snapped and snapped until I could tell they were on the verge and then I snapped and ordered “Cum”. And they did, their first public mental orgasm. Which I found incredibly hot, being the exhibitionist I am.

It was around 10 when Kael and I started fading. We said good-bye and headed back to Kael’s room to do one more mind-breaking session.

However, when we got into bed, neither of us were up for much besides cuddling. And then Kael began to tell me a kinky Choose Your Own Adventure story.

Which we got completely wrapped up in, I all snuggled under the blankies, and Kael wrapped around me, reading to me.

It wasn’t as sexy as a lot of our play, but it was needed nevertheless.

After falling asleep, and drooling a bit on their shoulder, they woke me up and sent me to mine and Boyfriend’s room. I didn’t cuddle with Boyfriend for as long as normal, being only partially awake, before passing out completely.

Monday

Monday I wasn’t ready for. I had been fearing this day’s arrival since I hugged Kael at the airport. Boyfriend was leaving extremely early, and we kissed and hugged good-bye before I wandered over to Kael’s room. Instead of pulling the blankets off them, I snuggled into the bed with them, kissing and holding them.

We finally had to make our way down to breakfast and then back up to the room to have a couple more sessions before they headed out.

I’m attempting to remember all the trances we stuffed into that two hours, but, unfortunately, as I didn’t write them down, they are blurring with the other little trances that went on during the rest of the weekend.

I know I used the collar and the large purple crystal again, but other than that, I’m not sure.

And then our two hours was up and it was time to say good-bye to Kael.

Before they left, I canceled all the triggers I had given them for the weekend.

The moment they left, my Con Drop hit.

Pushing through it, I showered and made my way to the foyer where a large group of Charmed attendees were hanging out.

At first I said “no” to going to Panera Bread, but the idea of being alone in my hotel room moping was as appealing as it sounds, so I changed my answer to “yes”.

I’m glad I went, though we were a bit too loud, so used to being able to talk about hot trancy things without fear. Remembering we were in a vanilla environment took a bit of adjusting to.

Returning to the hotel, I packed up my last few things and waited for Sunday’s Caleb to show up for the last session of the Con.

After a brief negotiation, I once again had my hands in his hair to trance him.

He dropped quickly and deeply for me and I started to combine the ‘brush’ trigger with my physically scritching, petting, and brushing his hair.

He made lovely sounds which I quite enjoyed.

I brought him up and we still had 12 minutes before we had to call our Lyft to the airport.

I Froze him and started playing with the Freeze trigger and then I got an idea.

I placed his hands together, as if he was applauding.

“Each time I give you a compliment, your hands will come apart and then clap back together, and do this several times. Are you okay with this?”

He couldn’t move but I received a “mmhmm”.

“Your hair is so fun to play with.”

Small pause and then his hands, came apart and clapped together five times.

“You’re such a good subject.”

Again, another five claps.

In fact, after every compliment I gave him, his hands always clapped five times.

I had fun with this, attempting to come up with new compliments that were also accurate.

And then our timer went off and it was time to head to the airport. Caleb and I shared a Lyft and I pet them almost the entire drive.

Then it was hugs and time to check in at the airport.

The End

As you’ve read, it was a busy and fun con. I did so much and loved every minute of it.

If you managed to read all the way through these three posts, thank you for staying with it and I hope they were enjoyable enough for you to share with others.

Thank you for your time.

~Sweet

Link to more of my hypnotic exploits

#hypnosis #hypnotist #hypnotized #hair #Freeze Trigger #female hypnotist #con or scene recap #recap #charmed 2020 #Charmed #hypno con #mind control #nonbinary #real session #real hypnosis #induction

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ae0nx · 5 years ago

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FRUITS BASKET EPISODE 25!!!

Wow. We finally made it to the end of the 1st season! And we’re still alive and maybe just a little bit dehydrated from all the tears that have been spilled (stay hydrated, guys). Phew. It’s been an experience.

I know I said I was gonna write a review/recap on some other points of the 2001 True Form Arc but honestly... I’m tired lol And I can forgive and even like a lot of what the 2001 anime did, but the last few minutes after the climax of the True Form arc piss me off the more I think about it so I’m just gonna leave that job for future me who might come home drunk from a party and suddenly decide to ramble about it. Like God intended.

- (Ok, this is the last last 2001 comparison I’ll make... until my next one), but I do kinda like that 2001 took the initiative to put Kyo’s backstory with his mother together with Kyo’s backstory with Kazuma as a side by side comparison... But, I guess it kinda shifted the whole point of the True Form arc to be about that rather than it being centred on Kyo and Tohru. Still an interesting choice!

One of my favouriteeee flashback moments! It’s so gentle! And baby Kyo is so adorable!

Kyo fighting in the stereotypical shonen anime way of fighting is just everything I needed to confirm to me that he truly thinks he’s in a shonen. Thank you, anime.

Ugghhhhh. Everything about the concept and the act of the ‘Cat’s room/prison’ is just... ugh. It’s probably the most disgusted feeling I get from this anime. I’m not criticising the writing at all, it rises the stakes and gives the protagonist something terrible to fight against. It’s just the whole thought around a ‘so called’ family or clan creating something like this for someone who did nothing but be born just makes me feel a bit ill.

(Lol and clearly Kazuma shares my thoughts!)

But this scene portrays one of my favourite things about Kazuma. Kazuma is a character that writers could very easily portray as perfect and without fault as he is literally and figuratively the teacher and one of the few adult guiding lights of the story. But Takaya-sensei gave him not only opportunity for fault but also opportunity for growth. Not once but TWICE. I love love the fact that while he adopted Kyo mostly out of guilt and atonement for how he’d treated his grandfather, it later turned into a genuine love and want for Kyo’s happiness.

And I LOVE the fact that he feels bad for taking off Kyo’s beads. But real talk? What he did was a total Dad move. And whether you see it as a good thing or a bad thing, sometimes parents are cruel and tough to be kind and helpful and when you link it to the typical behaviour of a dojo master - it’s definitely in character. I just really like that he at least had some reservations about his actions as it fleshes him out more as a character! It’s all great. I love him haha

Tohru calls Kazuma, ‘Master Kazuma’!! 🤗

See! Even Tohru agrees with me! Total Dad.

I... <3

*clutches heart* Sunshine boy...

That slight Studio Ghibli hair poof... I cannttttt

She’s just so happy for them!

AND I’M SO HAPPY FOR THEM! 😭It’s just a really cool and nice moment. Like a reassuring, ‘yeah, we had this huge moment that’s gonna be a drastic shift in our relationship but we’re cool’ :) while heart-eyeing each other on the inside

But I appreciate that we had a few seconds of this - that I personally felt the manga was missing. Kyo hurt Tohru and we’re not gonna talk about it until later-later? This was a good fix to at least show that it’s a thought in his head. Obviously, it will be fleshed out later along with all the other stuff in Kyo’s big ‘Tohru angst’ bin later... can’t wait to deep dive into that in season 2 ahaaaa...

TOHRU OPENLY SWOONING OVER KYO. TOHRU. OPENLY. SWOONING. OVER. KYO.

A year can’t prepare me for season 2. I’ll never be ready.

- I can’t ever get enough of the cat reows in the background of Kyo’s anger outbursts

Oh, look it’s my favourite crackship. 🥰

Yuki’s reaction to everything is really interesting... and quite honestly, I’m still working it out in my head from forgotten pages of the manga. Because yes, Yuki’s reaction to the true form is very much in line with all of the other zodiac’s reactions. But the fact that he links Kyo’s true form to his darker thoughts and less graceful and non-perfected parts of himself as things that he needs to never reveal is... intriguing. The more Yuki starts to accept all of his trauma and the sides he doesn’t like about himself, I do wonder if it will also have an effect on the way he sees Kyo outside of the zodiac curse.

Also sidenote: I always had the impression that the only reason Yuki hates Kyo so much is because Kyo pretty much openly DETESTED Yuki from the first moment they met because of the stories Kyo was told about the cat and rat relationship... but... I clearly have a lot to refresh my memory about the manga during the break because it seems like there’s a lot more to it than just that?

- I love Hatsuharu and Yuki’s relationship! Another lovely crackship. Haru is just so shippable.

A gorgeous moment. I love Tohru’s simple ‘okay’. THE WORLD’S BEST FRIEND.

I love that the animation studio is just like ‘yeah this ship is still valid, keep the triangle alive’ 😂I kid, this was super cute! But, I think it’s very clear when you compare Kyo/Tohru interactions to Kyo/Yuki interactions that you get what the jig is. But I’m not here to judge, have fun with whatever ship you like - happy sailing!

🎵WHOOO ARE YOU?

🎵WHO-WHO? WHO-WHO?

(Of course I know, I’m not that much of an amnesiac...) Him calling Yuki cute/pretty is the birth of a new ship for me and I didn’t think she would have the same colour hair as Yuki (kinda)!

tch... biiiiiiiiiiiiiitttch.... 👀....

Oh giiiiirrrlllllll....

*sigh* I’m just glad that I get a year to revitalise myself cos Season 2 is gonna be MESSY.

But I guess that’s it for now!

This was a hell of a ride, guys. I hope you enjoyed my silly ranting for the time being. I dunno, if I’ll do the same for season 2 cos life happens (I most likely will, let’s get real) but doing this actually made me appreciate Fruits Basket on a whole new level and not just something nostalgic from my teen years.

My posting on Fruits Basket will probably die down a bit during the break cos I’ll be too busy crying about the next few arcs in My Hero Academia Season 4 instead and captivated by ‘Radiant’ (a new shonen anime that I think more people should give a chance to!). Also, if anyone has any anime recommendations, let me know! I’m open to most things except gratuitous gore.

Also, I don’t know if you guys knew but I’m also an artist who is coming out with an inktober zine very soon... and if you’d like to support visit my patreon: patreon.com/graceofaeons and all the details for my zine will be uploaded soon!

See youu, till I see youuu!

#fruits basket #furuba #fruits basket 2019

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momsavvyus · 5 years ago

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Welcome to Motherhood

THE TEST CAME BACK POSITIVE, NOW WHAT?

But, what if you're not ready? You don't know if you'll be a good Mom.. Breathe! Everything will be OK.

Whether planned or by complete surprise, I'm more than sure you are wondering what to do next.

Focus on the basics right now doing so will set the tone for the next 9-10 months with minimal stress.

Step 1. Schedule an appointment with your Primary car physician.

They will confirm the pregnancy and advise you on choosing specialists to help monitor your pregnancy. Some family practice doctors provide prenatal care and attend deliveries.

How will they confirm? Most PCP will confirm via urine and/or blood. Me personally I'd prefer urine but the reality is that sometimes urine will not suffice, be prepared for blood work. Make sure you are hydrated, drink at least 16oz of water prior to your appointment. Trust me, you will be glad you did.

Step 2. Take a trip to your local Vitamin Shop or GNC and stock up on Prenatal Vitamins!

Prenatal care starts in the womb, keep your energy levels high by taking nutritional supplements to supply you and baby with essential minerals needed as you both develop.

Pros:Reduce the risk of a whole array of conditions, from the annoying to the harmful, including:

Anemia

Fatigue

Leg and muscle cramps

Low immunity

Postpartum depression

Weakness

Low appetite

Skin irritation

Brain fog

Cons: Honestly there aren't many cons vitamins are necessary however you may experience heightened pregnancy side effects such as

• Nausea. To avoid this, opt for a chew able vitamin vs a huge pill. If you don't mind taking pills try taking your prenatal vitamin with food (and never on an empty stomach). It also helps to take them at night, so you are asleep when the nausea would potentially kick in.

• Constipation. You have the iron content to thank for this.

• A change in urine color or odor. B vitamins, in particular, may be the contributing factor, though these are harmless changes.

Recommendations:

Ritual-Essential Prenatal (vegan)

Natures Way- Alive

Honest CODHA Complete

Pink StorkTotal Prenatal Plus (vegetarian)

Step 3.Find an (OB-GYN) or a nurse-midwife.

Which is the best recommendation?

Such a difficult question to answer and so subjective.

But really the question is ‘what are you looking for in your doctor?’ since every OBGYN has their own approach. It is more like a matchmaking service when deciding who to choose. Research both to see which is best for you.

(Keep an eye out for a separate post going into further detail.)

Step 4. Get Business Savvy

Speak to your Insurance provider. These key questions will provide you with a better understanding of what to look forward to financially.

Does the policy cover prenatal care?

Do I need a referral to see a specialist/OBGYN from my primary care doctor? (more details in step 5)

Are labor/delivery costs included?

What are the co-pays, coinsurance, and deductible amounts?

Is prenatal testing covered (ultrasounds, amniocentesis, genetic tests)?

How long after delivery is my hospital stay covered?

Will I need pre-authorization to receive prenatal care?

What hospitals and doctor’s offices are within the preferred provider network?

Are non-traditional deliveries covered (midwife, home-birth, etc.)?

Are private rooms covered or will I have to share a room?

Step 5. Consider your health history.

If you suffer with any chronic illnesses such as diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, epilepsy or a previous antenatal complication that might require special care then it is wise to try and see an OBGYN who has a special interest in caring for high-risk pregnancies.

Some doctors will have a special interest in IVF pregnancies and twin births which is a growing field as more women than ever are having their first baby after age 35 and often with the help of an IVF clinic to conceive.

Step 6. Select a hospital or birthing center.

YOU ARE IN CONTROL!

Now that you have a better understanding of what your insurance covers

You can chose where to give birth whether it be in your home, at a hospital or at a birthing center.

Do your homework, know your options and create a birthing plan. Remember your baby will come when he or she is ready, they have a plan of their own. Learning to accept, adjust and advance will help you deal with the reality that plans are ever changing,

Your plan is simply a guide, you may experience road blocks, detours and at some point you may have to negate your original plan.

Obstacles are necessary most end up working out BEST case scenario. I say that to say, do not get discouraged! If your plan doesn't pan out exactly as you envisioned it. Remain open minded and prepared to adapt. This is where you begin to create your new balance. Everything will be just fine, you got this!

Step 7. Its all in your mind!

A happy, healthy baby is every mothers dream. Remaining stress free & in positive spirits is the key! A positive attitude starts with healthy mindset. Understand perfection does not exist however progression is what matters most.

Here's how you can stay in positive spirits:

Eating well: a balanced diet will benefit you and baby. ditch the junk food and opt for healthier options. There's an alternative for everything now a days so do not worry you can satisfy your cravings the healthy way.

Staying active: We all want to snap back to our pre-baby bodies, do not be afraid to work out during your pregnancy (unless advised otherwise by your doctor). You will be glad you did. Muscle memory is real and though you may not be able to see your toes at the moment remember it is only temporary.

Getting enough sleep: enjoy it while you can, because you will not get a full 8hours of sleep for at least the next 24 months. Do not feel guilty for taking that mid-day nap or sleeping in until 12pm you are creating life and beauty sleep is essential to maintaining that pregnancy glow.

Build your village: Its tough if you are the first friend in your group to become pregnant. Who will you talk Mom & Baby stuff with? Having support from friends and family is vital. If you lack in either department now is the time to be open to creating new Mom bonds. Check recommendations below.

Communicate with your Partner: Vocalize what you need from them during this time. You guys are entering this journey together and should provide support for one another. Make it a priority to attend appointments together.

Draw closer to your family & friends: Lean on them! Let them know you are entering a new phase of your life and will need as much support as you can get. Be open and inviting, allow your family & extended family to attend doctors appointments with you. Those you select will begin to bond with you your partner and baby on a more intimate level.

Take parenting classes: Enroll in prenatal yoga, and join meet up groups. You'll be surprised at the life long connections you'll make, not to mention you'll have a list of friends to confide in & eventually schedule play dates with. You can also invite friends and family to these classes/meet ups.

#newmom #momblog #parenting #pregnancy #pregnant #newparents #advise

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100-reasons-to-svt · 6 years ago

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Biology Teacher!Jun

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1090

A/N: I.. uhh requested an art commission about this AU to my girlfriend @elle-nut but I’ll upload it later when she’s done with it. Also jun has destroyed my bias list ffs. Happy reading loves.

biology teacher! jun is the fun type of teachers

loves his plants more than himself

he has pet names for every plant in his greenhouse

he spends more time with his plants in his free time including recess

so you’ve never really seen him in the office

he also eats lunch with his plants in the greenhouse

because he thinks his plants are like his best friends lol

now you are a new teacher in the block

a photography teacher to be exact

you love to mingle with arts and photography is your choice in career

you usually work with the other art teachers

cue to you collaborating with minghao

the greenhouse is in the back of the school

people barely go there bcs it’s secluded and the only who’s there are jun and a few janitors chilling and helping him in the greenhouse

you and jun never really met but you two have known each other names and nod when you pass him

it all started when the headmaster told everyone to come to the office to introduce you

everyone was there

except jun

we all know he’s late watering his plants

yeah he was late

he came in to the office panting, having to run from the back of the school to the office

but when he saw you he was mesmerized

the headmaster finally introduced you to him

“This is y/n, they are the new photography teacher”

“and this is jun, our biology teacher and our official gardener”

jun rolled his eyes on that and you laughed lmao

you two shook hands and smile to each other

jun had a little difficulty letting your hand go lol

but other than that first introduction you two never really talked to each other

one day you’ve finished teaching all your classes and decided to wander around

you’ve never really had time to explore your new working environment since you got here and you’re curious

and the headmaster told you to take pictures of the school cos he wanted to make a website (he’s so hip wth)

so yea you were wandering around the hallways and got in a few classes to snap a pic or two

and you got into the back of the school where the greenhouse is

the back of the school was pretty empty since it was school hour

not that you expect to catch some students trying to run away lol

you saw the greenhouse and its door opened so you got in

it was full of potted plants, organized and named

a line full of lily in pots with each pots labeled with the students’ name lined up on the left

and pots of petunia hanging from the ceiling

a few oranges alongside with pots of aloe vera lining up perfectly on your right

you immediately think that this is a photographic!! moment!!

so you started taking pictures of the plants

snap here snap there

you were so busy you didn’t notice jun’s presence

and that when you tried to take this picture of amaryllis your lenses focused on his present

he was looking at you amused, a fond smile on his lips and he was leaning on the glass wall

“o-oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to trespass” you stuttered, embarrassed at your action

he came closer to you and laughed

“it’s okay, did you have fun taking pictures of my boys?”

“your boys?”

“they’re my kids”

you giggled at his sentence bcs who has plants for friends????

well jun apparently

small talks like this become more and more frequent between you two

you and jun would spend lunch together with the boys (his plants) in the greenhouse

and well he’s kinda shy to admit this but he’s glad he’s not eating lunch alone now

and before lunch time he would water his plants because his boys gotta stay hydrated,,

“here you go boys, lunch is served”

you would help him water his plants too

and not only that, you would help him in the greenhouse

he’s thankful and flattered at the same time because wow this angel right here is so nice and pretty :”)

you’d spend your free time in his green house, spending alone time together

other than helping him you’d bring your camera and snap a pic or two of the beautiful flowers

and jun too ;)

but imagine this,, candid pictures of jun wearing those gardening gloves with his plants,,

isn’t that cute???

jun also asked you to teach him about photography

so you taught him how to snap a good pic

cue him taking blurry pictures of his boys

he would borrow your camera and snap pictures of the plants (and you too) and print his collection of plants to decorate his table lol

basically you took candid pictures of each other and it is so cute help

one day a pot of sunflower was placed in your desk and you asked everyone in the office if someone sent you this

but everyone said they know nothing

we all know they lie, they saw jun coming with that pot a while ago smh

a paper was placed between the flowers and you opened it

“The boys said to me that we should hang out more, they all wanted to come to your desk and visit you but I think it would be too much. So Mr. Sunflower here is asking you to come to the greenhouse because he wants you to date his friend (aka me)”

ok but this kind of confession is so childish it suits jun

(everyone in the office is secretly glancing at you smiling dumbly at jun’s messy scribble on that paper awww)

you folded the paper with a shy smile on your lips and went to the greenhouse where jun was sitting and talking to his plants

“what if they never come?”

“if they never come I’m blaming you Mr. Sunflower”

“or maybe Ms. Rose should have gone to their desk instead”

you chuckled quietly at him and said “well I’m here”

jun swore he almost yelped and went batshit crazy with the pitchfork lmao

“oh” he finally said. “so uhm, what do you think?”

you came up to him with a wide smile and wrapped your arms around his neck

jun raised his eyebrows and held your waist

“I’m glad Mr. Sunflower came to my desk” you whispered to him before kissing his lips

and if plants could talk they would be aww-ing so fucking hard at the sight of you

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #wen junhui #jun scenarios #jun imagines #jun scenario #jun imagine #jun fluff #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #seventeen fluff #kpop scenarios #svt #teacher! au

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Keanu Reeves is left bewildered as Alison Hammond takes him to her 'sensual spa' for hilarious interview... as she is forced to apologise for giving him USED water

By Ciara Farmer For Mailonline

Published: 12:24 BST, 17 May 2019 | Updated: 23:42 BST, 17 May 2019

He is blazing the promo trail with his new movie John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum.

And while Keanu Reeves has no doubt seen plenty of bizarre interviews in his time, the Matrix star seemed floored by his turn on This Morning on Friday, where he was interviewed by Alison Hammond under hilarious circumstances.

The 54-year-old actor was brought into Alison’s Sensual Spa - also known as A.S.S - where she brought in Indian massage oil, candles and water for hydration while quizzing him about how much he knew about his online presence.

Err.. While Keanu Reeves was no doubt seen plenty of bizarre interviews in his time, the Matrix star seemed floored by his turn on This Morning on Friday, where he was interviewed by Alison Hammond in hilarious circumstances.

Keanu was left baffled as he chatted to the hilarious host, who was forced to apologise for offering him her 'used' water.

She then asked him about using the same stuntmen for every scene, to which he responded: 'Yes, I think, who did I talk to? Eric [Brown], I asked him how many times have you died so far and he said six'.

He firmly pushed that he does not do his own stunts, saying: 'I don't do any stunts, a stunt person does stunts so when John Wick gets hit by a car they don’t let me do that so a stunt person gets hit by the car'.

On the subject of martial arts in the film, Alison asked if he does any while he's not filming - yet he gave a firm no to the tickled star.

Not doing it: On the subject of martial arts in the film, Alison asked if he does any while he's not filming - yet he gave a firm no to the tickled star

He said: 'No I mean that's movie fighting right so it's choreographed, like a dance and the director wants the action to be like a performance so you feel like its live'.

As the third installment in the movie, Keanu insisted things are funner now, saying: 'I'm glad it’s really nice to hear that we were trying to have that humour all through the film the John Wick tone has that it has the opportunity to have that humour'.

Keanu stars opposite Halle Berry in John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum, which will be released on May 17, 2019 in the U.S. The film sees the titular John Wick on the run from assassins of all kinds after killing an international assassin's guild member.

Thank you! Alison then gave the star an award, as he thanked her for the gong writing: 'Alison thank you so much for this, thank you for our time together'

Tough: He said: 'No I mean that's movie fighting right so it's choreographed, like a dance and the director wants the action to be like a performance so you feel like its live'

Alison then quizzed the actor on a quiz called 'What does Keanu know about Keanu' in which she asked him about bizarre yet hilarious facts about him on Wikipedia.

Despite being confused by the quiz, Keanu tried his best to answer Alison who then gave him an award for being a good sport, and he thanked her for the gong, by saying: 'Alison thank you so much for this, thank you for our time together'.

His co-star Halle previously said she's currently in the 'best shape' of her life thanks to her work on the upcoming movie, which is being directed by Chad Stahelski, a former stuntman.

She told ET Online: '[Chad] got me in the best shape of my life. These guys worked me so hard. I never worked so hard in my whole life for this character in this movie.

'I've never been in the best shape of my life mentally, physically, and it's all because I got to work with some of the best of the best. So there are wonderful benefits of that.'

#keanu reeves #john wick 3 #john wick 3 promo london 2019 5 2 #alison hammond

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You struggle to walk in heels. Nah, I love heels. Even if a certain pair is a bitch to wear, I’d try to power through and I’d wanna look like I’m killing it wearing them. You talk on the phone a lot. Yes, but with just Gab. We call each other up most days. You consider yourself to be pretty extroverted. I can be! Getting to college definitely taught me how to like talking to people more and I have no problem with initiating conversations or doing small talk these days. I’d consider myself like 90% extroverted; the remaining 10% is for those times I still prefer to have all to myself, which is a part of me I know I’ll never lose. You know how to sew. Nah, home ec lessons can fuck right off. I’ll leave the sewing and crocheting skills to my girlfriend. You know how to play a woodwind instrument. Does the recorder count? I mean I think almost everyone can play it as it’s a super basic instrument, but still.

You swear a lot. It’s a habit. I do choose the people I swear around though; I wouldn’t do it in front of kids or with people I’m not necessarily close with. You're a smoker. I vape. You're allergic to penicillin. I dunno. I’ve never been exposed to it, I think. Someone in your immediate family is in a wheelchair. No, no one from my extended family either. You play a lot of video games. I watch a lot of playthroughs, but I don’t play them myself because I am just terrible at them. You've never been on a train. I’ve been on a train once, and it was for an assignment and someone was with me the whole time. It was at a dead hour too, so I didn’t really get the full experience of riding a train in the Philippines. You don't like raisins. I HATE RAISINS You're not a very romantic person. I’m very conscious about PDA but I can be affectionate in many other ways. You're homosexual or bisexual. Am neither. There was one point I believed I was bi, but in the end it all boiled down to me being demisexual. Beer is your alcoholic beverage of choice. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck beer, and I’ll never get tired of saying that. Your favourite colour to wear is red. I look good in red but it’s not really my favorite color to wear. You've talked someone out of suicide. No. I wouldn’t want to be put in that situation either; not because I wouldn’t want to help, but because I’m unfit myself and I wouldn’t know if the things I would say would be helpful or just do more harm. You wear a ring on your left ring finger. I don’t. Yet. You've never had detention in school. But this is because we never adopted that concept here. Like I said, I’ve never fully grasped what detention is and what they make you do when you’re in it. Maybe someone can help a clueless Asian out here, haha. You've dated someone with a full beard. I’ve never been with a guy, and Gab doesn’t grow a beard. You have a pair of fluffy dice in your car. No, and wouldn’t want that decoration either. You've been tested for STIs. No, but I definitely should just to be sure. You've written someone a love letter. Once, three years ago. I really should do it more. Your favourite film genre is horror. I appreciate horror A LOT and at one point it was my favorite genre. It’s since been overruled by drama. You currently live in a country you weren't born in. Born, raised, and currently living in the Philippines. You don't like wearing hats. I know they’d look cute on me but it makes me feel like people can’t see me, so I always unconsciously take them off because they feel weird. Your blood type is O+. (???) Dude, I have no idea what my blood type is. I don’t think my parents are sure either. You prefer fruits over vegetables. Nah nah nah I hate fruits. You work/have worked in a hotel. No. My parents have worked in hotels all their lives though; they met while working in the same one in the 1990s. My dad has worked in a cruise ship since the 2000s but that still technically counts as a hotel-centric workplace. You enter the lottery regularly. I never have. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend. A girlfriend. You have had sex within the last week. I mean...this is one entry I don’t need to delve more into haha. You get sick often. I never get sick and if I do the fever typically just lasts a few hours. You're close with your siblings. I’m close with my sister. I haven’t talked to my brother in months. You're a pretty paranoid kind of person. It’s part anxiety and part slightly inheriting my mother’s very real OCD problems. You prefer vanilla over chocolate. Mmmmm not really. Vanilla takes like nothing to me D: Idk if it’s meant to taste like that or if I’ve just had cheap vanilla all my life. You own a lava lamp. I don’t but I had a hipster phase when I was like 12 where a lava lamp was all I wanted. Obviously my mom never got me one cos it seemed like such a waste of money, and looking back on it nine years later, it most definitely would have been. You can't whistle. I can. You've had your stomach pumped. No. I don’t even know how that works and I hope I never need that procedure, cos it sounds complicated and terrifying. You don't use emojis when you text. I know most people get paranoid from emoji-less messages, so I kinda just do my part in making them feel better by using emojis. You remember seeing the events of 9/11 on television as it happened. I was too young to have memories from 9/11; I was three and didn’t really watch news back then. You always stay hydrated. Yesssssss. I love my water and it’s also a basic form of skincare, so. You have at least one child. No kids. Your hair is shorter than shoulder length. It’s longer than that now, but I really should give it a trim soon. You're at least 21 years old. Yay I can finally answer this with a yes! You're an opinionated person and stick to your guns no matter what. Yes, unless someone can show me a better and more critical argument. I’m open to hearing them out and reconsidering by then; but until then, I like sticking to my beliefs. You share a bed with someone else every night. I sleep alone. You know how to drive. It’s how I get around places. You're currently wearing an article of clothing that doesn't belong to you. The sweater I have on belongs to Gab, but it’s been with me for three years. You are friends with a lot of people you work with. It makes the work more enjoyable when you like the people you hang out with. :) You shower twice or more each day. It’s a no for me. Once would be enough. You're friends with your boss. JM is technically my boss, and we’re good friends. You've made your own clothes before. Never have; I’m not creative enough (or at all) for that. You have/had braces. I did, back in high school. I just had them for a year and a half. You have two or more ex partners. Nope, just the one. You have a biblical middle name. I’m sure Isabelle didn’t come from the Bible. You've cheated on someone. N e v e r. You mop/vacuum the floors in your house once a week. My mom prefers to do all the cleaning stuff around the house. You have dandruff. There’s really nothing I can say about this other than I don’t, lol. Your parents are religious people. My mom is massively religious, enough to drive me insane. I don’t get my dad though; he told me he was atheist when he was in college, he sympathizes with me whenever I grumble about our family going to mass every Sunday, and he doesn’t mind when I use my phone in church, but sometimes I’ll see him singing along to church hymns. I don’t pry though and I’m just glad he’s on my side whenever I bitch about having to sit in church for an hour. You work/have worked in fast food. I have not tried this. You live near a national park. I live very far from Luneta, which is I think the only national park we have. You're a flirty kind of person. As a demisexual, the idea of being flirty is a horrifying prospect to me. You've never dyed your hair. It would terrify my mom, plus I’m about to graduate college so it’s a little too late to experiment with hair dye now. You've been to Arizona. I have not. You listen to a lot of country music. I hate this genre. You listen to a lot of pop music. Yeah I’m a pretty basic bitch lol You exercise several times a week. Just for this semester because I’m taking PE. In fairness, our instructor is a very good coach so I’m pretty open to still continue doing the workouts once the sem ends. You can do at least 10 pull-ups. I couldn’t before, but my PE class taught me how to haha. You travel primarily by bus. I can drive, so I don’t really need to take the bus. You prefer hot weather over cold weather. Ugh noooooo I hate feeling hot. I’d rather feel uncomfortably cold all year round than uncomfortably hot and sweaty. You've never been to IKEA. We don’t have IKEA. You're more creative than you are logical. I have zero creativity in my system. You've been in trouble with the police. Not with the police per se but I’ve had traffic enforcers pull me over for various ‘violations.’ You have something more important to be doing right now. It’s 1:42 AM. That important thing I should be doing right now is sleeping, but I had coffee earlier and don’t really feel like doing that at the moment.

You share a lot of your looks/appearance with your siblings. I’m the feminine version of my brother. I’m not sure if I look anything like my sister though. You've been in an open relationship. No. And I’ll never entertain the thought. You had beef for dinner last night. I’ve skipped dinner for two nights in a row, because my toothaches are really bad :( You live with roommates. I live with my immediate family. I live fairly close to my school (close enough to be able to drive there, anyway), so I’ve never had to move into a dorm or condo. You drink alcohol at least once a week. I drink a lot whenever I get to but I only do it once a month or once every two months. You have to go to work tomorrow. Nope. It’ll be the 3rd day of my 5-day weekend, so I’ve still got a lot of time to rest up :) You have taken acting classes. Acting is so not my forte. Your favourite kind of juice is cranberry. I don’t really like juice. You lost your virginity at the age of 16. 18. You're close with your cousins. I’m close with my cousins on my mom’s side. Not so much on my dad’s, but I did play a lot with them growing up; we just became less close as we got older because they eventually moved to Laguna and I saw them less and less. You have family who live in England. I don’t think I have family living in Europe. You've had a blood test. When I was confined in the hospital when I was 11, they did several blood tests on me to check my platelet count. You know someone who has two parents of the same sex. Nah, there’s a small chance of that happening here. I wish I knew someone, though.

You know how to do karate. I never took lessons. You've never had a pet dog. I have one snoring under my bed right now. Your current partner if you have one is your college/high school sweetheart. It’s a corny term, but yeah you can call her that. You have a cool scar. (?) I’m not sure almost being blinded by a glass jar to the eye is a cool scar story to tell. You've considered joining your country's army. No. You live near a very large body of water such as the ocean or a lake. Mmm not really, I live in a very urbanized area. I’ve never experienced living close to the sea, but I imagine it would be very peaceful. You watch and follow motorsports. Never have. Your mother was under the age of 20 when she was pregnant with you. Nope, she was 26. You're allergic to some kind of vegetable. I don’t have any allergies. You hate wearing socks to bed. Yessss, it feels itchy and it feels like my skin is being suffocated hahaha so I take them off. You play a lot of board games. Nothing against board games, I just don’t play them a lot. You know someone personally who was born in Japan. That’s a good possibility, but I just wouldn’t know who. You always keep spare change handy. In a place like UP where everything is cheaper, it helps tons to keep some change. Your house has three or more bedrooms. We have four bedrooms. You weigh less than you want to weigh. I’m a little less than 100 lbs, but I do wish I was at a healthier weight because I’m underweight.

You prefer tampons over pads (if you're a female who menstruates). I’ve never tried tampons and the idea of wearing it sounds like such a horrifying prospect for me hahaha. For context, pads are the (very very dominant) norm here and I literally know 0 menstruating people who use tampons. You've had sex while menstruating or had sex with someone while they were. I’m obviously not gonna share the story on here lol but it was purely an accident and I’ve made sure it never happened again. Your parents live in a different country than you. My dad has worked in different countries my whole life, but he comes back home every few months. You've been banned from a store or other location/venue. My friends and I were kicked out of a McDonald’s once for making a lot of noise, but we weren’t banned. You like to cook with a crockpot/slow cooker. I don’t cook. You have a clock radio in your bedroom. The only clocks I have are the ones on my laptop and phone.

#survey #surveys

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