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bon2bonn · 1 year ago

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Weathering your Storm

° The winds are howling

With summer break around the corner , it's just one weekend . What could go wrong ?, Well........ , Seb , Lewis and Daniel are about to find out.

*The start of the 22!23! Grid!AU !

*requests and questions are open so don't be shy ! ✨

2022!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

Sebastian vettel , Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton X female!driver!reader.

Words count : around 1.4k

Warnings : grammar, cursing,sad girl hours, mercedes slander(not really), McLaren, I'm missing up the timeline but it's fun , not proof read nor edited .

leaving the media pen brought y/n relief as she's finally able to stretch her legs and get some fresh air away from the bustling reporters asking the same questions over and over again and buzzing teams finishing interviews and packaging garages after the race .

She avoided her team's garage like a plague , having to witness as the engineers pushed her car back in was more than too much for her to handle , so she opted for walking around trying to clear her mind before it goes on to a spiral.

Spotting Sebastian's green team shirt alongside Lewis and chatting among themselves down the pit wall she made a beeline for them . "Hello gentlemen . seb, Lewie " she greats them cheerfully as she gave each one a hug as they congratulate her before settling back beside Seb as he nudged her shoulder teasing " p3 , not so bad huh? " causing her to smile bashfully at him , Lewis pumped his fist with her's " great driving out there " , "thank you " she said with a beaming smile " yeah those last 3 lap were from hell , Sainz almost got my ass " both looked amused at her ranting post race as she always dragged them to listen , not like they were complaining as they adored how she went on giving them her full review with them giving her input here and there .

after a while of catching up they noticed how uncharacteristically quite she got while looking around searching for something or rather someone but before they could ask she perked up as Danny barged over lifting her in a tight hug shaking her around while exclaiming loudly "demon spawn!" And she returned the hug letting out a loud "Ricky Martin!" The other just stood there used to their antics same as everyone around them as they love to tease (bully) eachother around the paddock .

She turned to Danny giving him a wide grin" you're right on time , I was about to send out searching party " he nudged her shoulder " awww , I didn't know you'd miss my charming personality and handsome face that much " she scoffed at him " as if " he stepped back hand on his heart dramatically whining " you've wounded my delicate heart !" That got him a kick in the shin from her before she grinned back at him " stop with you theatrics , I have a great idea , we should start our own F1 support group !" mildly amused he threw her a wide grin " I'm all in baby , but what for?" So she looked at the other two drivers maintaining her wide grin as she lowered her voice to avoid any preying ears "well , mainly for you , Mick and Seb , but I'll be needing it too . my lovely team pulled a McLaren because guess who's mercedes dropping during the summer break ? , to give you a hint it's not Lewis" .

The three of them stood still staring at her as if she'd grown a second head , Danny was the first to snap out laughing "nice one mate ! That Almost got me" after a moment of silence Sebastian signals to him and he immediately reached to cover her ears as he cursed loudly "that's fucking bullshit , why the fuck would they ?" As she just stood there waiting for him to finish , Lewis just stared at her bewildered " what do you mean they are dropping you ? They can't do that , you're competing for the championship in that tin can excuse of a car incase they've forgotten about the standings ! Hell ! We both got a contract till 24 _ 25 they can't just drop it".

she just shrugged " well , they sure can and already did so ....." Danny's eyes couldn't get wider "what?!" So she gave them a nonchalant hand wave "starting from tonight I'm officially an unemployed F1 driver , they bought my contract and sent me out the door" Lewis interrupted " but Toto...." Only for her to shake her head " he sat me down along with the team management , PR and legal team which explains why they were lurking around lately , and both my lawyer and Manager out of nowhere and went on about the team and the drivers , how the last two years were great for the team bonding building a solid foundation and all of the usual pe-race briefing no big deal right ? , He went on talking about my contract which was odd because I knew wouldn't be up till 24 at least with great possiblity of extension , and how I have a promising future in the sport but not with them and I honestly just zoned out after that ,up until they gave me an offer out of of guilt or pity I guess to drive for Williams alongside Albon " that got Danny's attention "what about Russell?" So she whispered to him to subtly hold both Lewis and seb back as they both were close to marching over mercedes demanding answers after her declaring " they finalized singing him today for the next three seasons so starting from SPA he'll be driving full time for mercedes , that's net even the worst part , apparently they were discussing the position since the beginning of the previous season but they wanted me out with the least PR damages so now is the best chance to do so after most teams got their seats confirmed for next season so here I am " .

"Wait so you're telling me that everyone knew except us ? " she shrugged "pretty much, yeah " , "bono?" , " He knew" , " sussie?" , "Nodding "yup" , "James?" , "Uhuh , he was all in for the change" , "fucking hell!", "Exactly" she shrugged " they even decided they won't even announce any of it till Spa " . Daniel whistled in astonishment " wait until Nando hear about this " causing them to grimace only thinking what he'd possibly do " oh he already know ! Found him this morning cornering Toto in the garage , don't know what he said but by the time I got him he was done , talking about too many witnesses " , that got seb to realize as he voiced out concerned " that's why he seemed so cryptic , well more than usual, he asked me to get ready to head out to Brackley headquarters for some urgent business had to talk him out of it " she snorted" Don't be so sure , He asked me to join too right before quali so I reckon that talk didn't do much , Kimi is in it too so .... Yeah ".

Silence overtook them as their somber faces took her demeanor in , her now fidgeting fingers , tense shoulders , and strained smile , seb stepped up giving her a tight hug whispering " are you okay?" And she reciprocated with a strained voice " yeah , it's just didn't hit me yet so I would give it two to three days to fully set in but right now, everything is shitty and I want to cry but I'm too angry to cry so now I'm hungry , I want ice cream ". That earned her a sympathetic smile from Lewis as he pulled her next " I known darling , let's grab our things and I promise you we'll get you as much of ice cream as you want okay? ", " Okay , but I'm not going there , I can't , they're taking down my name and number off of everything" she let out with a small voice as he sighed heavily "already!? They couldn't wait?" Shaking his head while heading up to their drivers rooms .

Danny put his arm around her shoulders swaying them as he reminded " it might be so shitty and as bad as it seems , but we've got you okay? You'll find us there whenever you need us , you're stuck with us for good , and if you wanna burn down you know what , you know where ........." Seb snapped. " no one is burning anything!" Only for him to carry on pretending to whisper " we won't tell him " causing her to let a loud giggles at how serious Daniel was and how seb was trying to tell him off of it ." Just know you won't be alone in this".

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adancedivasmom · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader (no physical description, however it is implied she hasn’t lost her baby weight)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)

Content: Lactation kink, smut, frottage, mention of abandonment, body insecurity, pet names and name calling (slut is used once), Dave York is his own warning

Word Count: 2K

Summary: After a hectic morning and barely making it to work on time, you realize you forgot your breast pump at home. You haven’t nursed or pumped in 16 hours and worry you won’t make it through your important afternoon meeting. Luckily for you, a certain handsome DIA agent knows just what to do and offers his assistance.

(This takes place before the events in The Equalizer 2 and Dave is divorced in my au.)

A/N: A huge thank you to @toomanystoriessolittletime for posting this idea on Discord and for not minding that I took and ran with it (this is all their fault really). Thank you to @ozarkthedog and @firstofficerwiggles for reading this over for me, offering their kind words, and telling me to go for it and post this. Also, special thanks to my fellow Dave York Nasties for their encouragement. I love you guys!

This is the first fic I've ever written, and I'm nervous. Please be kind. 💝

REBLOGS WOULD BE LOVED AND APPRECIATED

No, no, no, no, no…

This can’t be happening.

For the fifth time, you look underneath your jacket in your office.

It’s not there.

Your breast pump bag is not there.

You think back to your crazy morning. Somehow you managed to turn the volume down on your phone alarm. You never heard it and slept in.

Your son, bless his heart, had just started sleeping through the night a couple of days ago.

After throwing on your blouse and favorite flowy skirt, hastily brushing your hair and teeth, you flew to your son’s room.

He was still sleeping as you rushed into his nursery to get him dressed for the day. He greeted you with the biggest smile, kicking his legs and reaching for you.

It was times like this that made the challenge of raising him on your own worth it. His father had skipped out on you a month ago after informing you he no longer felt attracted to you.

No, none of that, you told yourself. You did not have time for self-pity right now.

Once you finished changing your little bean’s diaper and dressing him, you tried to feed him, but he fussed and refused to latch on.

Most likely, he could sense how stressed you were.

Not a problem, you told yourself. Your mom had extra bottles and an ample supply of your breast milk in her freezer. Everything would be okay.

After dropping your baby off at your mom’s house, you drove to work and made it there at 9 am.

You threw your jacket and purse on the extra chair in your office and barely had time to unlock your computer when the HR supervisor knocked on your door.

“Brian called off. I’m going to need you to give the morning and afternoon presentations,” she briskly informed you and quickly walked away.

Great, just great, you grumbled to yourself. You had one hour to prepare for the staff meeting to review the new health care benefits package the DIA was changing to at the start of the new year.

You bolted for the conference room and managed to be ready in one hour when your coworkers started filing in.

The meeting went well, and you answered everyone’s questions and addressed their concerns efficiently and cheerfully.

Which was shocking because, at this point, your breasts were hurting, really hurting. It had been almost 16 hours since you last fed your son before you put him down for the night.

Thank goodness it was your lunch hour, and you could close your office door and get some much-needed relief pumping.

This brings you to the present, frantically looking all over your office for your breast pump that’s nowhere to be found.

Maybe you left it in your car?

You grabbed your keys and took off. Not watching where you were going, you bumped right into him.

Dave York.

Of all the people to run into, it had to be him. You’ve been secretly obsessing over him since your first day of work at the DIA.

He was gorgeous. You couldn’t help but notice his large hands, the way his dress shirts seemed to strain to cover his large shoulders. Goodness, he was deliciously broad. One day in the lunchroom, Dave had his sleeves rolled up and caught you staring at the veins in his forearms. He looked at you with piercing brown eyes and knowingly smirked at you, the bastard.

You offered a hasty, “I’m sorry, Mr. York!” and sprinted for the parking lot.

Unfortunately, today was not your day. Your breast pump bag was not in your car either.

You were practically in tears by the time you made it back to your office.

You struggled for a solution to your predicament. Maybe you could soak some paper towels in warm water to ease the pain. Women hand-expressed in the past before breast pumps were invented. Surely that would work, right?

It had to. There was no way you could give the afternoon presentation in your condition. You don’t remember your breasts ever being this sore and full before. You were amazed you hadn’t started leaking through your nursing bra and blouse.

Having that happen during your next session was out of the question. You would be humiliated.

A gentle knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts.

It was Dave again.

“Are you alright?,” he asked with genuine concern.

“It’s nothing,” you replied. “I’m just having an awful day.”

Dave responded, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, not unless you have a breast pump in your office,” you answered with a little more attitude than you meant to.

“Hmmmm,” he hummed as he slowly walked towards you.

“You may be surprised to learn I know little about what you are going through right now. Your son’s about three months old now, isn’t he? He probably just started sleeping through the night. I remember when my ex-wife, Carol, was nursing. She was relieved when the girls started sleeping through the night, but not so much when her milk production didn’t slow down right away.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, how do you know this? How do you even know how old my son is? I’ve never even talked to you except to say hello in passing.”

“I notice everything about you,” he admitted as he touched your cheek.

“Let me offer you my… assistance,” Dave said as he held your gaze.

“There was something I always wanted to do with Carol,” he continued, “but she never wanted to try.”

“I think you’re different, though. I think you know what I can do to help ease your pain,” he whispered in your ear. “And you want it, don’t you?”

Goosebumps erupted on your skin as arousal spread through your body. You clenched around nothing and fought to keep yourself from moaning.

Was this really happening?

“Shut your door and lock it,” Dave ordered darkly.

You never moved so fast in your life.

By the time you turned around, he had already moved your purse and jacket to your desk and was sitting on the extra chair in your office.

“Now be a good girl for me and let me take care of you,” Dave said as he held his hand out to you.

You walked to him and took his hand as your heart pounded in your chest.

“What do I...” you began.

“Sit on my lap,” he commanded softly.

Feeling self-conscious, you quickly argued, “But I’m too..”

“Don’t,” he interrupted. “Don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to say. You are beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Now, sit.”

You straddled him, your legs on the outside of his, facing him.

Eyes blown with lust, Dave stared at you like a man starved.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. You worked in HR for goodness sake. It would be the end of your career if someone walked in on the two of you.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when Dave looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. You would do anything to please him at this point.

“That’s my good girl,” he breathed. “Now unbutton your blouse.”

Powerless to resist, you undid your buttons and exposed yourself.

“Fuck,” he growled out. “I knew your tits would be spectacular.”

He slowly unclasped the right side of your nursing bra and glanced down.

You knew what he saw. Your breast was engorged and started to leak almost immediately.

Dave gently massaged you and gave your nipple an experimental lick, causing your milk to start squirting from your breast.

He quickly opened his mouth to catch the flow. You could hear your milk landing and pooling in his mouth.

Dave groaned and latched on. You could feel the familiar pull and sighed with long-awaited relief.

Dave continued to massage your breast while he gulped down your milk enthusiastically.

It took a tremendous effort to keep quiet. The reality of what was happening right now made you dizzy with desire.

Once Dave felt he had taken enough from the right side, he stopped and turned his attention back to you.

“That ex-boyfriend of yours is an idiot if you don’t mind me saying,” he told you candidly.

“You are a goddess. If you were mine, I’d make sure you were told that daily.”

Before you could think of something clever to reply, Dave had already uncovered your left breast and latched on.

At this point, you were incredibly turned on. You could feel your arousal leaking through your panties, and you desperately wanted to rub your thighs together for relief.

Sensing your struggle, Dave grabbed your hips and pushed you down until your core rubbed against the now rather large bulge in his trousers.

Mortified, you heard yourself moan out loud.

Dave put his hand over your mouth and hushed you.

"I know, I know. That feels good, doesn't it," he taunted. "But you need to keep quiet otherwise your co-workers will discover what a filthy little slut you are."

“Now take what you need, gorgeous girl,” he instructed as he returned to your breast.

With his help, you started to rub your core over his clothed erection. Need coursed through your body, and you lost yourself to your pleasure.

With every second, you become acutely aware of how much of your slick was dripping from your cunt, soaking through your panties and making a total mess of his lap.

Dave did not care in the least and only encouraged you.

“That’s my good girl. Just like that,” he moaned and quickly resumed gulping your milk like a man dying of thirst.

Faster and faster, you moved against him, whimpering while you felt your crest quickly build.

Dave released your nipple with a pop.

He held your chin and forced you to look into his eyes.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice dark as sin. “Be a good girl and come for me...now.”

That was all it took to push you over the edge. You came with a silent scream. Not taking any chances, Dave kissed you to make sure he would swallow any of your noises that might escape.

You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced.

When you slowly came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Dave gazing at you fondly.

“You look so beautiful right now,” Dave said reverently. “You did such a good job for me.”

You shyly replied, “Thank you, Mr. York,” and tried to look away.

Dave was having none of that.

“Don’t look away,” he said, forcing you to meet his eyes again. “We’re both consenting adults. You needed help, and I was happy to offer my assistance.”

Before you could respond, Dave reminded you of the time and your upcoming afternoon meeting.

You slowly and reluctantly removed yourself from Dave’s lap and tried to look presentable again. You smoothed out your skirt, closed up your nursing bra, and started to button up your blouse.

Anxiety crept into your mind. Did anyone hear what the both of you were doing?

Dave quickly took over buttoning your blouse.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. No one heard a thing,” he promised sincerely.

You met his eyes and knew he would never lie to you.

“Next time, you’ll have to come to my office," he offered. "I have a couch in there. You’ll be much more comfortable sitting on my cock while I drink from your gorgeous tits.”

You must have had a shocked expression on your face because you heard Dave chuckle softly.

"Does that sound good to you?" he teased.

You shook your head yes immediately.

You didn't know what you had gotten yourself into with Dave York, but you were excited to see where this was going.

You left him in your office to sort himself out. Thinking about his promise of a "next time," you walked to the conference room smiling softly.

#i did it #my first fic #dave york #dave york smut #dave york x female reader #dave york x f!reader #dave york x you #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fan fiction

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tmwcs · 2 years ago

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Mermaids Tale - Chapter 3

Whats going on my peeps! I finally got done revising the original draft of MT, i did so quickly so i could get this chapter to you guys, which meant that I skipped reviewing it for corrections, but hopefully it wont be too bad and will flow.

Pairings: Heeseung (Yandere?) X Fem reader (mythological bloodline, siren)

Warnings: Mentions of enslavement, slave breeding (historical), slight recounts of violence, manipulations (powers) serenade, hypnotizing, and creepy behaviors of staring. I think that's it for this one.

-Begin Read-

The intensity of your heartbeat further escalated, pumping fast and hard, it felt as if it was going to explode out of your chest. With the gentle grip of your hand latched on to his, your eyes remained glued to his palm, fingers, the details of the veins, and minor imperfections. Your gazed zoned in on his fingernails, while your mouth started to part ways as you shivered slightly out of extreme anxiety and confusion. Taking note of your expression, though impressed on how lovely you still looked, Heeseung gently waved your hand while remaining his hold from the handshake, easing you to snap out of your gawking state, issuing you to look up and make eye contact with him.

You felt the sting of the teary coating on your eyes as you tried to get it together, slightly smiling yet your vision grew blurrier by the second as the glossiness increased, causing your eyes to twinkle like diamonds as you looked unto his dark, almond peepers. He opened his mouth faintly to take a deep breath, a gentle gasp as it were, as his eyebrows raised at the sight of moisture coating your beautiful eyes, though he couldn’t deny it, it had only made him infatuated with your appearance even more.

Feeling the pinched grip of his fingers around your hand, he asks if you were alright. Maintaining a half, lazy smile with heavy lids, your expression was hazy yet still sultry, deep down it was driving the young man mad, he never felt the urge to grab someone and hold them close, to embrace them, to push their body against his. The image of pressing your bodies together while he leans in as close as he can to stare into your eyes was all he could think of. He started to lose focus on your wellbeing as he was finding it hard to remain composed himself, up until you released his hand and placed yours gently over your chest and spoke out.

“Y…yes, I’m so sorry. I sometimes experience terrible heart burn and it was quite painful this time around. I apologize. Heeseung, was it? It is nice to meet you.”

You spoke as delicately as you could, although the shakiness in your voice was notable, Jennifer stepped over to your side, gently patting and rubbing your back and asking a staff waiter to bring some club soda for your “heartburn”. Heeseung on the other hand was quite shaken, it was obvious too, yet, since everyone had their attention towards you with pity, asking if there was anything you needed, when it came to Heeseung’s conspicuous expression, no one else noticed his lack of self-steadiness other than the irked woman at his side.

Shortly after, you all gathered around a large round table, seating yourselves waiting for the nights main event of live music to begin. Seated directly across from Heeseung, you avoided making direct eye contact, yet from the side you could clearly see that the man stared at you nearly the entire time. Though he wasn’t giving any harsh looks, his intrigued countenance was extreme as he studied every fine detail of your hair, face, and body. The way he rested his elbow on the table, stroking his fingers against his resting chin while memorizing every feature, raising an eyebrow every now and then, it may have seemed flattering to any other woman but for you, it made you feel uneasy. Despite how handsome and dashing he looked, you had your own reasons to be cautiously timid.

The obvious vibe of him wanting you was hard for you to ignore. It all was so strange, you were no stranger to the type of looks men gave your way, hell, even Jay and Jake had glanced at you from time to time, catching their breath each moment they took an eyeful of you, but with Heeseung, it was different. Far more different.

The look of desire was nothing out of the ordinary for you, it was just with him, it was much stronger, much ferocious, as if he was famished for you. Under any normal circumstance, men who looked your way with lust in their eyes never bothered you, it was easy for you to look the other way and break hearts as you pass each one, treating them like dust in the wind. With Heeseung, it was the first time you felt the urge to run and hide.

His gaze was intense, deep, and there was more than just lust and desire in his expression, you noted the beginning stages of this urge within him as he took in deep breaths every so often, the way his mouth parted when he stared at your face, his chest deeply heaving in slow motion, everything became ten times worse for you when you noticed him loosening his tie slightly as he stared at your side profile. Unbeknownst to him, you noted every single act without ever making it known, you did everything to avoid that awkwardness, so instead, you pretended to remain unaware. Yet it was just as hard, if not more awkward than being found out.

His hair parted off to the side, exposing his smooth forehead, was coming loose from its slick form as the front strands started to fall forward, barely brushing over his eyebrow. His tongue licking the inside of his cheek, as he occasionally bit down while tilting his chin down, causing his gaze to take on a rather sinister look, giving you a chill. Subtly taking those same fingers he used in stroking his chin, he delicately covers his mouth. Noting it, you wondered why but couldn’t lose your cover and face him to see, what was it that he was doing that he had to cover up?

Everyone else were so focused on the musical event, you and Heeseung seemed to be the only ones in the auditorium that wasn’t paying any attention, though you acted as you were, unlike the man who was obviously obsessed with staring at you.

After the live performance ended, the lights brightened from their dimmed state, everyone clapping at the artist in the front as he took his bows and disappears behind the curtain. Everyone adjusted their seating to face their plates, and continued conversing. To your horror, Heeseung never budged and remained focusing his gaze on you, only this time, his eyes drifted towards your chest, and parts of your waist that he could see in your seated state from above the table. His fingers gently remained hiding his mouth, he rested against them with his elbow still propped on the table. Your breath started to gain depth as your heart began beating faster and faster.

The servers brought out the bread baskets, Jennifer was seated between yourself and Jay, taking it upon herself as a caring person that she is, she grabbed the tongs and placed a piece of bread on each of your plates. You tried to relieve your mind by carrying on with the night, however, the attempt was interrupted the moment you reached towards the center of the table to grab a small butter ball for the bread. Just before your hand touched the bowl, Heeseung’s hand suddenly strikes out from his propped position and grabs on to your wrist. With the speed of a viper, your eyes widened at the sudden feeling of touch as his movement happened so quick, without any inclination, you didn’t have time to retract your hand or avoid him touching you.

The sudden sensation of warmth and skin overwhelmed you; you looked up at him, without his fingers to cover his mouth since they were now wrapped around your wrist, you noted the slight lick of his lips as he grazed his tongue over slowly, he did it in a manner that was faint enough to not look too suggestive, yet impossible to go unnoticed. His eyes were wide, his head faintly tilts to the side, your brows furrowed in confusion and slight fear hits as the sense of physical touch overwhelms you. Your hand shook underneath his, as much as you tried to control yourself to refrain from giving him any inclination of your discomfort. In return, he lightly scoffs and smirks at you while speaking in a low and deep tone.

“You should ask for vegetable spread instead, butter might aggravate your heart burn, yeah?”

His index finger rubs your wrist joint in an up and down motion, while his thumb slightly massages beneath it as he remains firm with his hold on you. It was too much for you to bear, you’ve never ever felt anything like this before. The only moments you could ever recall feeling any human touch was when you were in the ocean with your stepbrothers, your father, and even your mom as you all played beach volleyball and swam together. Yet, it was all a series of simple bumps, touches as you splashed water to each other, or even just holding hands as you played with the waves, but never like this, especially with someone you’ve never met and worse, outside of the ocean water.

There were a lot of factors that were unexplained, but the one thing that remained in your head the entire night since meeting Heeseung, a warning that your mother gave to you that same night you found out about your family’s ancestry.

Before you could fully think back to it, Heeseung’s constant rubbing of your wrist restricted you from gaining any tranquility to become pensive in thought. Instead, you nodded in agreement and retracted your hand back to your lap as his elbow returns to its usual spot and once again, props his foream, his hand retracts back up to his face as his fingers continue their previous act of rubbing his chin in amusement as he never breaks sight of you. The smirk remaining apparent, never leaving his face.

It was bewildering to you that everyone still hadn’t noticed Heeseung’s attention towards you, they were so caught up with conversating about everything else, even his date, Kourtney, was so invested with whatever gossip the group was enthralled in, that she barely took notice of his unusual behavior. Albeit if she had, it would have caused a major disruption as it wasn’t hard to see the woman had a jealous streak against you and remained latched on to his arm the entire time, even when you all had seated for dinner.

The evening meal went on with Heeseung still gazing at you, and you pretending to not notice, although by now, it was likely he may have figured out that you were avoiding his stare. The level of uneasiness became so apparent, it was obvious that you knew he was staring, yet he never stopped or even did anything to make it less obvious, instead, he smirked and lightly scoffed each time he noticed your breath hitched.

What was this? What behavior was this? This was getting so out of hand for you, it was eerie. He was brazening obvious with his gazing nature that your anxiety transitioned into fear and discomfort.

Finally, dinner was finished, but the night was still young, and the event was only getting started as the music continued to play, and everyone was encouraged to stand up and slow dance.

With her arm linked with Heeseung’s, as it had remained the entire event, Kourtney pulled and urged him to take her up to the front to dance, it was only at that moment that his gaze broke away from you and he looked at her with a disdained expression. For the first time tonight, you were internally grateful to Kourtney, never minding how unpleasant she had been towards you with the constant side eyes and glares she threw your way throughout the event.

With one final look your way, Heeseung agrees to take Kourtney to dance, taking her by the hand in a strong grip, leading her away into the crowd of dancing couples. Jennifer and Jay stood up, about to join in the frenzy as Jake and Martha made their way following behind Heeseung and Kourtney.

“Y/N, come dance with us.” Jennifer bids you as she gently grabs on to your arm.

Shaking your head, you politely declined and inform Jennifer of your departure.

“It’s alright Jennifer, actually, I’m not feeling too great, I’m going to go back home and rest.”

Jennifer slightly pouted, Jay leaned in and remarked how you rarely ate from your plate.

“Do you want us to drive you?” He offered.

Once again, you declined politely and stood. Leaning in, you gently pull Jennifer into a hug and gave a slight peck on her head as one close friend toward another and bid your goodbyes to the couple and encouraged them to enjoy the night.

“Okay well, call me tomorrow then? We’ll go grab coffee or something.” Jennifer exclaimed as you nodded and gave her a gentle pat on her shoulder to encourage her to not worry and to go on with her evening.

Since you were significantly older, friends that you’ve made along the way in life, such as Jennifer, were dear to you. You treated them as if they were younger sisters, although you never were blessed to have one in your family.

Growing up with only your stepbrothers, you cherished the moments when you developed a sisterhood, but it made your disconnection with them so much more painful. Each decade when you moved, changed your name, address, and phone number, you broke contact and disappeared from those that you met previously, all because you had to remain un-noticed as your appearance continued to remain ageless, much like your mother and the women in your family. It hurt to think about it, but there will be a time where you would have to do the same to Jennifer, and disappear without a trace, breaking that kindred friendship without so much as a final goodbye. You hated it but were left with no choice.

The valet staff called you a cab as you reached the main entrance of the prestigious hotel, leaving the ballroom as quickly as you could, you hid yourself to avoid being seen and more importantly, having Heeseung noticing you leaving. Something in your gut told you that he would have followed you with the way he had been behaving.

Anxiety hits you once more as you internally wished for the cab to hurry and pull up, fearing that he would emerge through the doors any moment trying to find you. To your delight, a cab pulls up and you seat yourself in the back, driving off with no sight of Heeseung. Finally, you felt as if you could breathe in peace as you gave the cab driver your address.

Walking into your large apartment, you didn’t bother turning on the lights, the room was illuminated enough by the large floor to ceiling windows that adorned your living room wall.

Plopping yourself on the couch, you sat and stared out the window wall, overlooking the entire city, the lights, the upper view of bustling people making way to all the late-night shops and clubs as the ocean waves in the boardwalk afar sprayed its salty scent in the air.

Now that you were alone and at peace, your mind traveled back in time as you remarked your mothers’ final words from that conversation so long ago, when you were just eighteen and learned of the shocking discovery of your ancestry, your body’s capabilities, and the fate that you and your mother shared, just like the women before her.

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“Wha…what? Mama…I don’t understand.”

Your mother’s hand remains planted on her forehead, rubbing the temples with her fingertips as she tilted her head slightly, projecting the view of her eyes to look at you rather tiresomely.

“…I’m saying Y/N, you have to be careful…”

Her words scared you. Not only that, but it also further spiraled you into a state of deep confusion. Why was she being so vague? Was it because she thinks you don’t believe her? After telling her what happened during the family’s trip?

“Mommy…what do you mean? Be careful of what? Please just be completely open because…because I’m scared. I’m scared Mama.”

You could feel the tears starting to build up in the ducts of your eyes, yet she remained nearly emotionless.

“Y/n, listen to me…you need to promise me, promise me that if you ever come acr-…”

She choked up as she stopped mid-sentence. Clearing her throat, she attempts once more to tell you of the dangers that solely affect you, her, and all the women in your family before you.

“Promise me that, if you ever come across one, you get away. Do you understand? You get far away, don’t stop for anything. If you meet one, you have to run, and stay away. The farther, the better.”

Your mother nearly stumbled over her words as she kept issuing her warning.

“…Come across what though? What am I supposed to run away from?” Tears streamed down your face; everything was too much for you to intake all at once. The confession of your bloodline, what happened three years ago at the family trip to Greece, and now this abrupt warning your mother issued as she concluded the storytelling of the first ancestor, Celine.

She looked back at the window and stared at the moon for just a moment, looking back into your eyes, she tells you.

“An Adam.”

…………

“Adam? Like the name?”

“First Man…” your mother stated, signifying the meaning behind the danger that she bids you to stay away from, elaborating her words of caution.

“Adam’s is what the women in our family use to refer the descendants of a clan from Macedon, they were collectively called the Sons of Adam. A clan that has been around for a very long time, Y/n. My grandmother told me that because of history’s repeated disasters of war, famine, disease and poverty, majority of the clan diminished. If there had been any remaining, it would be a very small group, distant descendants that probably have no idea of their ancestry. With them evolving along with the rest of humanity, for hundreds and thousands of years, there’s a likely chance that the bloodline has been diluted and forgotten about. If there were any, they would be so far from the direct line of their ancestors.”

You listened intently to her, noticing that her voice was a lot steadier as she repeated the lessons her grandmother gave to her.

“But still…” She continues. “We can never be too careful.”

“What would they do to us? And why?” You urged her to answer, inquiring deeply yet you felt bad for opening that door, after seeing your mother wincing her eyes upon receiving your question.

Before Celine left the sea and married her mortal husband, many of her sisters, were hunted down and captured or killed by the Sons of Adam. It was back when Sirens and humans were at constant war against each other. With the Sirens controlling the sea, they gained the upper hand and became unstoppable and undefeated. They developed a ruthless and violent grudge against mortals for staining their mark on the creations of their forefathers.

The Sons of Adam, though it is unknown why, were immune against all the Siren’s abilities. Even their ability in the water was superior to that of any other man, and it wasn’t favorable to the Sirens.

The maidens used their voices, and their hypnotizing chants, yet nothing deterred any Adam. The only thing that would affect them, was the Siren’s enchanting beauty, yet the effect only served as motivation for the Adam’s to capture the Sirens instead of killing them off.

The Siren’s resorted to their most notable capability, which was known in slaying thousands of ships at a time, the mortals called it the Siren’s Edge.

“What’s that? The Siren’s Edge?” You questioned as your mother retells the history behind Adams and Sirens.

“Back in the old days, people called it that because they say that whoever falls into the trap of a Siren who “edges” it made you feel as if you were breaching the edge of a cliff, leaning over to fall to your death. That was the feeling many would feel as they witnessed it. It’s stupid and silly, but that was our most useful weapon to destroy kingdoms and armies.” Your mother recounted the verbal notes of her grandmother’s lesson.

Reaching over to the side, your mother grabs an old book she had brought in. Flipping through the pages, she hands it to you and gives a subtle notion for you to read the inscription. Taking the book, it appeared it was an old diary of some sort, too old and barely held together by woven threads, you remarked the worn leather of the book cover only to find it wasn’t leather, but whale skin. The pages were notably patched and made by hand, evident by the thick crustiness of the mâché patterns, creating a blotchy dried connection of various colors and texture. You read the inscribed details of the page your mother booked marked for you, it was a detailed account by a sailor who wrote down his horrid experience when his ship and crew came across a group of Sirens.

“March 01, Year 1432,

Amid the midst of my travels, I have seen many great hallmarks of God’s country and his never-ending sea of blue. Never would I have imagined that beauty could exist in the form of ugliness. Up until the day we had set sail, our ship glazed towards the coast of the Sparta Island, where she steadied herself against the tropic waters.

It was there that I had witness an image that I have begged God to take back. Others and myself have prayed countless times, but alas, the face of pain remains painted in my eyes, and their screams echo in the depths of my soul.

It was my first at seeing a siren, and as the rumors followed, she is a beauty that is incomparable. It was alarming. For though we have heard of their violent temperament, their faces appeared gentle and calm, like the tranquil waters of the Mediterranean or the whispering waves of the Baltic Sea. Instantly, she became the Aphrodite to every man’s dream.

I watched from a distance, as the men who gazed upon them directly, succumbed to the effects of what I believe to be, the Sirens Edge. Mark my words upon reading this inscription, one must never blink their vision upon her as she edges, for a glance to a single strand of her hair is enough to trap him in the darkness of her creativity.

I watched, as her beauty became fiercely vibrant, her features, which normally reflected the heavenly attributes of Venus herself, would transform. The lightness and pastel colors in her hair, lips, and eyes, would turn bold and dark, reflecting the color palate suited for Hades in the underworld; the fairness of her appeal turned into a different type of beauty. One that I could never forget, though it pains me to say a part of me refuses as it was something I have never seen before. Their beauty does something to every man, from the depths of my being I roared in lust and desire like never before. It was a beauty unheard of, unforeseen and unread. It was both seductive and sinister, sultry, and alluring, reflecting the powers of sex and lust. It was a feature that no woman I’ve seen in my day could ever attempt to encompass, let alone expel it. Truly, the sight of her is a blessing, the sight of her on edge, is a sin.

As I witnessed it, I yearned to see more of her. Possibly succumbing to the effects of it as well, though I was fortunate to not be subjected in their direct sight. What I saw following, had all but shocked me to death, as I heard her voice speak out, compelled the men to tell her that they loved her, that there was no other woman like her. I watched as I heard the desperation in their voices as they answered, the look of torment as the strongest desire to hold her and feel her against their own body drove them to near madness.

I watched…as she receives her answers and make her demands on to them. The Siren beseeched the men to do harm onto themselves and to each other, acts of torture that no mortal could ever be devious enough to think of, it was unimaginable and unspeakable. Her voice, that was once pure and sounded like the whistling of bells, turned deep and slow, it carried the demonic aura much like the warning cries of the raven. Her mind would drift to ideas as she ordered them to set themselves aflame and burn alive, or to flay the skin off their own bodies.

Another told the men to slit their chests open and rip their hearts out, wanting them to present it as a token of their love for her.

I watched as one by one, each sea maiden toppled one torture over the other, and worse…I witness the fear in each man’s eyes as they were forced to do it upon themselves. The skin of their faces ripping from the pains of their screams. Dear God, how could demons exist in such beauty? How could it?

Should the sirens remain present, even leagues away within the sea, humanity will fall. For I fear their bloodlust is too great and demanding on them, our ships will never pass through the minor, we will henceforth become trapped by them, for I have seen with my own eyes, these maidens, when in water, will form tails of a fish with scales that shine and glisten like new steel. When outside the water, they carry long slender legs, appearing like mortal women with beauty incomparable, tricking any man that dare step near them. As God as my witness, we are all on the brink of destruction.”

The clan killed off many sirens, nearly all of them, but preserved a small number for capture and enslavement, where they became the clan’s slave-breeders. The Adams bred with the unworldly maidens to produce the future generation offspring of Adams, so that they would gain the powers of Poseidon, enhancing their unexplained abilities or even gaining new ones, such as decreased aging and extended lifespans. They even would inherit the trait to serenade, an ability that made the Sirens well known for.

Adams and their descendants never sire daughters, only sons. It’s one of the phenomenal traits of their lineage, and it has always remained that way since the 8th century when the clan was formulated.

Sirens and their descendants can only have daughters, to continue the generation of Sirens. Yet, when it came to the offspring of an Adam, it was discovered by those that were enslaved, that the continuation of the clan’s bloodline overpowered the genealogical trait of Poseidon’s daughters, thus with an Adam, a Siren will bear sons, the only time they produce males.

After explaining the history between the two bloodlines just as her grandmother had done to her. There was a slight pause of silence that filled the room. It permitted you to take a moment to understand certain aspects of your life that you used to find odd or questioned. Such as your stepfather and his sons from a separate marriage, were always remarked as being the only males in your mother’s side of the family, it never dawned on you yet now, it all made sense. In your mother’s family line, it was all females, aside from their husbands who all remained unaware of their fate. Your mother explained that when the time comes, after being married toa mortal man and for the family secret to remain undetected, the women in your family would disappear without a trace, much like how you did with your friends each decade.

“The women in our family will never expose the truths, as much as it pains us. It’s only natural, we have come so far from the first-born Sirens, we no longer have a ruthless hatred against mortals. We don’t. The women in our family all have loved, married, and bore daughters with mortal men, spending many years with them as loyal and committed wives. Of course, we would be saddened at the prospect of suddenly vanishing and leaving them.”

You took note of what she was saying and glanced up at her. “Where do they go?”

Your mother looked at you and smiled, again, it was a smile filled with sadness and slight grief as she voices out the fate of the women before her, the fate that she will have to follow suit someday.

“We go back to the Adriatic Sea, the birthplace of Sirens. That is our fate, well, if you marry a mortal, it’s an unspoken pact that allows us to remain free and undetected, yet it’s a lonely continuation of our life as we roam the oceans trying to find the remaining Sirens or drifting to an undiscovered island. We will never live on manmade land ever again once we enter the water.”

Your breath paused. That didn’t sound like a life to live at all, but neither did walking on egg shells and living amongst people, placing yourself at risk of coming across the one thing your mother shook at speaking of, the Adam’s.

Replaying your mother’s warning in your head, the shocking intrusion of her warning submitted a spiral of chills up your spine as her voice echoes in your head while the image of Heeseung’s hand gripping yours remained as a still image in your line of sight.

“So if I did meet … an Adam. How will I know?”

You recalled asking the question with a shaky voice.

“…You’d feel him.”

Pure shock stuns you into a trance, her words suddenly pierced your ears the moment you brought her warning to memory, the felt of Heeseung’s touch came back to your senses and felt as if it was crawling on your skin.

“You mean…as in touch…like their skin? We can feel them physically? Even without being in the water?”

“Everything, Y/n.”

Nearly cutting you off, her soft-spoken voice calmly follows suit of your pondering questions without missing a beat as she continues.

“We can and we would feel everything. Even without being anywhere near the ocean. That is the most significant way to tell, since the beginning of time, Adams became the only man that Sirens can feel. That means, they can inflict pain and we would feel it. Outside or beneath our skin. It is the one true weakness that we have, the Clan of Adams.”

“Then…what then? If I run, where do I go? Does that mean I…I have to go to…”

One last sigh of the night, and your mother looked at you with a very subtle look of relief as she answers your questions with the words that was accompanied by a sorrow-felt smile.

“No different from the ones that married, you too will have to go back to the sea.”

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amenders93 · 1 year ago

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10 Weeks till Chicken Run 2

Often times in movies, we see a future couple go through a phase where one person gets the first impression that the other person is one thing but then as time goes on, they start to get a sinking feeling that something is a little bit shady or just not right. Or that maybe that their first impression may not be accurate. That's why for this weekly post, we're going to review the interactions between Rocky and Ginger during the entire flight training sessions leading up to when the Poultry Products delivery truck arrives. There may not have been a lot those interactions but it still helps develop Rocky and Ginger's relationship.

Let's pick up the next morning after Rocky first arrived and spent the night in Fowler's bunk. Our dashing rooster is standing in front of hut 12 with all of the hens hearing him give his flying lesson. He warns them that flying isn't easy and it won't happen overnight; it takes three things - hard work, perseverance and...hard work. Seriously? He could have said "hard work, perseverance and teamwork" for all I know. When Fowler makes a note about this, Rocky states that flying takes twice as much work as perseverance. The elderly rooster dismisses this statement and heads back into his hut, grumbling under his breath.

Getting back to the lesson, Rocky tells the hens that the most important thing is that they have to work as a team which means, according to him, they have to do what he tells them. Apparently our handsome rooster doesn't really understand the concept of teamwork at all. The other hens nod at this, but Ginger is not quite so sure about that, or him for that matter.

And so the training begins and the hens all start to go at it. As far as we see, this "training" involve basic body exercises like aerobics, martial art movements and pushups. During a training session of seated hand bends, Rocky is checking out the hens as they move their bodies about. Ginger eyes the rooster watching them like the playboy he is; Rocky notices Ginger looking at him, chuckles nervously and walks away. But Ginger's not the only one noticing anything - at one point, Mr. Tweedy catches the chickens doing their training but gets dismissed by his wife yet again.

Apparently Ginger starts to notice something shady about Rocky. While during one of their stretching exercises, the rooster is instructing them as usual until he tells them to stop, go down, make little circles and go faster. Ginger, getting a little dizzy, stops and looks up to see what's really going happening - Rocky isn't really participating in the training. Instead he is sitting in a tub of water with one hen pumping bubbles into the tub, one hen shading him with a fan, and another hen massaging his shoulders.

Our spunky hen starts to get annoyed with this and motions the three hens tending to the rooster to leave so she can speak with him. Ginger reminds him that he's supposed to teach them how to fly which Rocky states that he's doing just that. She also states that there's usually flapping involved with flying; he, on the other hand, remarks in a snarky way that he doesn't tell her how to lay eggs but assures her that they're making progress. Ginger doesn't seem to think so because all they're doing now is going around in circles and shows him that the training hens were following the instructions he was giving his masseuse hen.

Rocky notices the spinning hens and orders them to cut it out since they're making him dizzy just watching them. Him and me both actually. Rocky assures Ginger that the hens are all ready to fly now; Ginger remarks that's good because they certainly can't walk anymore. This appears to be true because those poor chickens have spun around so fast and so many times that they either just plop down exhausted or bump into each other. Rocky stands up in the tub, telling the girls that it's time for them to flap. The chickens are then put through a series of activities to warm them up for flying like running onto a makeshift ramp, jumping onto a spring board, running and flapping on a treadmill, hopping on a hot water bottle, tossing each other into the air and even spinning each other with rope.

Around close to the evening, the chickens then start jump off the roof of one hut flapping their wings with Rocky instructing them at the very edge. When Ginger jumps off, it looks like she's really is flying in the air. That is until she looks down and realizes she's actually standing on a heaping pile of chickens, the same ones who jumped before her but flopped to the ground. Ginger turns to look sternly at Rocky who gives her an innocent smiles and chuckle. And to make matters worse, Ginger starts to lose her balance and she falls onto the pile, causing all the hens to come crashing down onto each other.

When evening arrives, all the hens are sore, exhausted and a little discouraged but Rocky assures them they're doing good work and the pain they're feeling is good. He even tries to give positive feedback to them like telling Agnes to keep her faith up and Ducky that she flew about 4 feet. Unfortunately it doesn't get any better when the farmyard rats Nick and Fetcher heckle them in the background which is what they've been doing throughout the entire training session. Imagine them like Statler and Waldorf heckling Fozzie doing his standup only with egg and chicken jokes. Rocky once again assures the hens that the pain and what little progress they're making is all part of the process of flying and not to worry, then mutters under his breath about the hecklers.

That's when Rocky starts to notice something is wrong - the ground is shaking. All the chickens then hear loud rumbling and see the bright lights of headlights of a large truck. Rocky thinks it's the circus coming to look for him again and begs Ginger to hide him. She grabs him by the wing and leads him away to find a proper hiding place. The best one they could find was hiding inside a canister in Fowler's hut, which the elderly rooster is obviously not very happy about. Luckily though, Ginger, as well as the other hens, discover that it's not the circus but a delivery truck from Poultry Products Ltd. I wonder what the Tweedys are having delivered from this company, as if we don't already know.

Now according to the movie, with Ginger and Mac's conversation about what's been delivered into the barn and their progress with the flying, the chickens have been doing this all week so my guess is this training has been going on for a couple of days. Anyway like I mentioned earlier in this post, Rocky and Ginger may not have had a lot of interactions in this moment but Ginger certainly started to have a sinking feeling about the rooster. While the hens are still blinded by his charming side, she was the only one to notice that he's been slacking off with the training and taking advantage of the deal she made with him. Don't worry - the next post will show that she's running out of patience with the dashing rooster. I certainly would if I were her.

Anyway this is my third weekly Rocky/Ginger moment post commemorating the upcoming sequel to Chicken Run. I hope you enjoyed this post. There will be 9 other posts about the first film coming up in the future as well as 2 monthly posts about the sequel. Waiting for this long-awaited sequel may not be easy but these posts are making it easier as the release date draws nearer.

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papillionsoul · 2 years ago

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always accepting! | @thuganomxcs sent a nuke to Yuuki's heart an ask!

"Any good reviews on there bright eyes?" Yusuke asked as he stepped over her to try and read the comments.

One comment stated. "I can't believe they deliver and I live soo far away."

Then another one stating: "The food is soo good, definitely a 10/10."

More and more were compliments and some were complaints about the shifting menus per week but there was one that flew right over his head that read. "Such a good establishment and the cook, easy on the eyes, such a handsome man."

YUSUKE was too close! Too close for Yuuki's poor heart! The woman was just happy to show him that his business was having a steady influx of good reviews! She was all smiles earlier, and now she's struggling to stay afloat with him being near her to read the reviews.

Yuuki immediately regrets pausing to scroll; now, the page landed on a particular review that has been increasing in numbers as of late.

Naomi Sato: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

"Such a good establishment and the cook, easy on the eyes, such a handsome man."

If Yuuki's eyes were big, they're saucers now in shock.

She was curious if Yusuke read it or if she didn't want him to read it, but Yuuki scrolls at the speed of light to hide it. ( funny how territorial she is, they're not even dating ) Only to her horror to land on another review like it.

Himari Ito: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

" the food was totally delish! and the cook was really funny and lowkey buff?? i saw his biceps flexing when he was unloading the order!"

Akari Nakamura: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

" the food isn't the only thing you wish you'd eat 👀"

Niko Aoki: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

" I wasn't able to leave a tip, if he wants to get it her can reach me in 21x-xxxx"

"WHHAAAA!" Yuuki is just red, seeing red, and is probably looking like she is asphyxiating at the moment. Those comments, though, were far in between, but in her eyes, they were the only thing she could focus on now. But when Yusuke seemed happy that his food and delivery were being praised, Yuuki tried to shift her tone into normalcy. She hid her feelings and had no right to him; this was his dream. Her being in love shouldn't act as a way to stop him.

You said you're fine just being by his side, don't go being GREEDY.

"One thing is for sure, they love your food and are impressed with your work ethic!" Yuuki pumps her fist in the air. "Alright! I'll sort these reviews and make a post on your socials!" She adds after a smile. "And they find you really charming and hot! So that's great!"

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a-skirmish-of-wit-and-lit · 1 year ago

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Book Review: The Takedown by Carlie Walker

The Takedown is pure heart-pumping, candy cane stocking stuffer, undercover spy mission fun!

Sydney Swift, a CIA agent, is sent home to Maine for the holidays to investigate her sister's Boston crime lord fiancé and to stop him before he pulls off a deadly heist. Now, she hasn't been home in ages and nobody, absolutely nobody - her beloved sister and grandma included - knows what she does for a living. They have no idea why she's been off the grid for so long or how she's shown up for the family's Christmas festivities seemingly last minute. Let's just say she's been more than a little out of touch with her loved ones. So it's far from easy goings for Sydney, who must balance taking down a criminal with not blowing her cover or alienating her family any further than she already has.

And if all that wasn't enough, in order to gather as much intel on her mark, Johnny Jones, as she can, she must snuggle up to his good friend and bodyguard, Nick, whom she's afraid to trust, but whom is also devastatingly handsome and just so happens to have an uncanny ability to peer through the walls she's constructed around her life and her heart. Will she be able to keep it together long enough to finish the job? Or will love peel away at her defenses, exposing the charade once and for all?

This book was well-paced, entertaining, and diverting. It had a Die Hard quality to it that stood out to me, scenes bursting into my imagination with holiday ribbons and gunfire, and I liked the unlikely combination of that. I enjoyed the way it married in my brain with both festive bombast and familial color, giving the story a hot cocoa homeyness as well as an action-packed punch. A car-chasing thrill. It was cute! I think readers who gravitate toward romcom-y stories that feature a treasure trove of tropes - from small town holiday to forced proximity, and from romantic suspense to family conflict to spy-driven action - will find much to thrill in this one.

Many thanks to NetGalley and Berkley for the ARC in exchange for my review!

3.5/5 stars

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After an endless parade of stunning but bland 85% movies, Marvel finally releases a 65% movie and I can't decide if this was a calculated move or just the house that years of bad writing built

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Warnings: Semi rough, semi public, p in v, a little dirty talk, sex on an anvil bc c’mon, oral (fem receiving)

Y’all gotta forgive me, I just saw the new ROP yesterday and so this was not reviewed

When I first met Galadriel and Halbrand in Numenor, I had a strange mix of feelings about them.

Galadriel is kind and compassionate and fierce, she carried herself with confidence that I could only dream of having.

Halbrand on the other hand was more mysterious, he was constantly watching everyone. A lot like me I suppose, I grew up in my fathers forge and while most girls weren’t in the Navy, it wasn’t forbidden. He was spending a lot of time with my father watching him work and helping him with a few projects. I did think he was handsome but I steered away from him, he was a stranger to our island and I didn’t want to get attached.

Or so I thought, once I volunteered to go to the Southlands to fight with Galadriel, he was taking more interest in me.

I remember how Halbrand looked at me when I signed up for the voyage and he was waiting in the archway of my fathers forge that night.

“My father is away for the night.” I said as I walked past him. I set down a few things from the market and I saw him from the corner of my eye turn to face me.

“I didn’t come to see him.” He said in a low tone. “Why did you volunteer to go to the Southlands?”

I paused and turned to look at him. He looked ever more handsome with the moonlight behind him and his green eyes almost glowed in the firelight.

“I thought an adventure might be fun.” I smirked at him and he smiled.

“War is an adventure?” He came closer and I could smell the saltwater still drying on his skin.

“War is a part of life, it brings peace when done correctly.” I said quietly.

“I agree.” He reached out and gently grasped my chin, he tilted my head up so I was forced to hold eye contact.

He leaned toward me and it was like time stood still, he moved closer and closer and I was frozen in place. When his lips touched mine, it felt like my blood was on fire and then everything was moving too fast.

His fingers quickly went from my chin to my neck and I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders and yanked him towards me.

His kiss stole the air from my lungs and I was not complaining. His other hand gripped my hip and pushed me backwards till the back of my thighs hit the large anvil.

He pulled his lips away and kept his grip on the back of my neck. He glanced down at the anvil and I could see his pupils get bigger and he looked back at me with a hunger that almost frightened me.

“If you want me to stop, tell me right now.” He said in a deep tone while holding my neck tighter with one hand and slowly lifting my skirt with the other. “Once I start, I will not stop.”

“Don’t stop.” I whispered and grabbed his collar and kissed him hard.

He easily lifted me to set me on the anvil and yanked my skirt up as far as he could. I reached down to untie his belt but he grabbed my wrists in a shockingly tight grip and shook his head.

“Not yet.” He whispered.

Before I could even let out a breath, Halbrand knelt before me and lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and started licking my cunt.

I cried out and gripped the anvil as tight as I could. He held tight to my thighs and moaned as his tongue made indecipherable designs in my folds, I felt him groan into me and I wanted to scream.

Everything felt amplified, I’d never experienced anything like this before. My skin felt like it was on fire, his tongue was erasing thoughts from my mind until there was only him. I could hear people laughing in the pub across the road and see dust floating through the firelight, I looked down and Halbrand was looking up at me. When we made eye contact, he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside me and I moaned out loud, I bit my lip and leaned my head back. His nail bit into my flesh but there was so much adrenaline pumping through me I felt nothing.

He moaned again and I felt my climax coming, so fast that it almost scared me. I tried to tell him to slow down but every time I could get a syllable out, he pushed his tongue further inside me and curled it against that one perfect spot and I almost blacked out.

Too soon, he tugged my thighs as tight as he could, he growled against my clit and curled his tongue over and over and over until I saw stars and my vision went white. My muscles grew tighter than ropes on a sail and I covered my mouth with one hand to try and keep my scream as quiet as possible.

I was still panting when Halbrand stood up, slowly lowering my legs from his shoulders and he licked his lips slowly before taking my hand off my mouth and kissing me slowly.

“Halbrand.” I whispered he pulled away.

“Y/N.” He whispered back and smiled at me. “I’m not done yet.”

He smiled as he held onto my hips and pulled my body flush against his, I could feel his cock rub against my cunt. I moaned and leaned my head back. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back to him.

“Look at me.” He growled and then he pushed slowly inside me.

I gasped and opened my mouth to cry out but no sound came out. His green eyes held my gaze in a strange way, it was so intimate that it made me blush more than his cock hitting my cervix. I shivered when he paused for a moment, he was taking deep and slow breaths.

“Don’t look away.” He whispered as he pulled his hips back slowly and gripped the back of my neck. “Look at me, luv.”

“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed back inside me. “Yes, Halbrand!”

I moaned and fought against the urge to to close my eyes, instead gripping his shoulders as tight as I could to hold him close.

His pupils were so big, his eyes were practically black, his tunic had fallen open and I could see his chest was flushed up to his neck. His thrusts were gaining speed and force and knocking the air from my lungs. All I could do was hold onto him as my eyes welled with tears.

He smiled as he kept thrusting harder and harder and whispered.

“You can close your eyes, I will have you more than once.” He let go of my hair and I leaned my head back as he used one hand to pin my hip still and the other to hold onto the anvil.

I felt another orgasm warm my skin like a hot summer breeze and I dug my nails into his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips as best I could.

“Come for me, luv.” He groaned and he thrusted with everything he had. “Come on my cock.”

I cried out and buried my face in his neck as I came harder than I ever had before in my life.

It was like I was pushed into ice cold water, every muscle seized up and yet it was the best feeling.

Halbrand rocked his hips slower as my pussy pulsed around his member and as he grunted and cried out my name, I felt him come deep inside me, letting me feel his warmth drip down my thighs.

I was panting like I ran five miles as he slowly pulled out of me.

He groaned and felt up my body with his rough hands and cupped my face and kissed me with a passion that made me want to pull him back inside me.

He finally broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Stay with me in the Southlands.” He whispered, gently rubbing my face with his thumbs.

“Is that an order?” I smiled and looked up at him.

“Please?” He smirked and kissed me chastely. “Stay with me?”

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years ago

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okay but imagine silverash + size difference kink. hypergryph let me sit on that giant man’s lap please

lati — AISNLACABC NONNIE HELP, AT FIRST I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING A KINKTOBER REQUEST AND I GOT SO HYPED UP BUT THEN I REALIZED SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ALREADY TAKEN BY VENTI AKSCNBC-

wc — 1424

" (Name), look at me." No way, if you look at him now, you'll absolutely short-circuit whatever's left of your brain. And you need your brain; you're the Doctor dammit, you can't afford to lose whatever brain cells you have left. And—

You flinch when Silverash suddenly prys away your arms from your head, forcing you to look at him in all his handsome glory. The fluffy ears atop his head flicker and straighten up, as if honing in on a hidden treasure calling out. He seems to shiver at the sight of your flushed, panting face, and you feel something hard rub up against your thigh.

"(Name)." Silverash says your name with such burning fervor that you can almost feel the imaginary flames licking across your skin. He says it as if convincing himself that this is real, you're under him, this is happening. This is not one of his many filthy fantasies or dirty dreams that leave his pants a bit too tight.

He's really about to fuck you.

How did it come to this? How did you end up tangled in your sheets with Silverash himself, spreading your legs apart and pumping his big cock against your lower belly? He looked too eager, too much like a predator about to sink his fangs into his helpless prey. And to add to the pile, why were you letting him do it?

You were supposed to be reviewing the most recent documents concerning a batch of pharmaceuticals to Karlan Trade that required your attention. Nothing too serious, just the usual reports of the amounts of packaging and shipments that Silverash had insisted on discussing with you, for whatever reason.

He'd always done that ever since he came to Rhodes Island, and it had warranted a visit from Dr. Kal'tsit and Amiya who'd warned you of the chairman's motives. The former especially, seeing as how she was so openly opposed to trying to make any further contact with him. Then again, you were quite interested in what benefits Silverash could bring to your company, so you'd ignored their concerns and welcomed him with open arms.

But you didn't think that one of those benefits would be him towering over you in all your naked glory, about to push his impossibly big cock into your hole.

You're shivering like an operator on their very first mission, panting so much that Silverash considers kissing you and swallowing up your breath to calm you down. A part of him wonders if you might be a virgin, since you look downright fearful at the sight of his erection. It makes sense, since you looked so worried andー

" -an't, s'too big.. i-it won't fit!"

Ah, so that's what you were so worried about. How cute.

" Shh, it's okay, it'll fit, it'll fit." He'll make it fit, even if he has to reshape your insides to do it. Enciodes may be a patient man, yes, but that doesn't mean he can't be greedy and utterly ravenous now and then. Though he'll do his best to keep his selfishness at bay for now. He wouldn't want to scare you off, now would he?

Just like the man himself, his cock is sturdy and thick, with a flushed pink tip drooling excessive amounts of pre-cum. It's twitching so much, shaking with so much arousal that you're impressed by how much patience he truly has. And you're sure that you can see barbs at the base of the length. You audibly gulp as your heartbeat pounds hard at the back of your throat. Th-they won't scrape your insides, will they?

If you weren't so frazzled and, frankly, scared out of your wits, you'd have begged him to shove it and fuck you like a whore. You may be inexperienced, yes, but you're no sweet little angel.

"Then," your brows furrow as Silverash leans above you until his forehead is flush against yours and so close that you might faint. " Just look at me. Don't look anywhere else, just focus on me, (name)."

He's doing it again, that shiver that rakes his body every time he says your name. You wonder how long he must have been waiting for this to happen for him to have such a flushed reaction. The thought makes your thighs clench up, and before your mind becomes any hazier, you call out.

"Silve-"

" Enciodes." he smiles at that adorably confused expression of yours as he whispers his first and true name. "Call me by my name. I'm sure we're far past formalities at this point."

You stay quiet for a moment, before nodding slowly, your head feeling more light at time flows on. You can't lie, you've always found Silverash to be quite attractive and desirable. And he was so much bigger than you, towering over you with muscles that must have taken years to achieve, only added to your burning desire.

The idea of this intimidating and imposing man using your small body, however he wished, was something that had been plastered into your mind.

" A-alright," you quickly snake your arms around his neck before you have time to think and regret it. " You can put in now.."

" Is that an order, Doctor?" The use of your title, here and now, leaves you feeling blindsided. He's smirking at your embarrassed expression.

" God, yes." You wheeze, an annoyed expression on your face though you feel anything but. " Shove it in before I change my mind."

" As you wish, (name)." He presses a kiss to the bridge of your nose before he moves his lower half forward.

You suck in a shaky breath as the thick head burrows into your hole, stretching you open far wider than you had anticipated. The rest of his length soon follows, inching in with precise patience. Silverash whispers sweet nothings, reminding you to breathe and focus on him, and only him.

You can feel each and every push and pulse of his cock inside your walls as he inches his way inside. The sting reminds you just how damn big he is, and you wonder if he really will fit all of his cock inside.

He's practically crushing you at this point, his body so pressed up to yours that your bodies might really become one. He's so big, so overwhelming right now, but it feels so good. Enciodes Silverash might really envelop you and all that you are, and you don't even care.

And through it all, you keep your focus on him, moaning his name as his hips finally press up against yours.

" O-oh god, i.. it's in. I.. I think I'm gonna burst.."

" Shh, you did well, (name)." Enciodes pulls away from your, admittedly tight grasp, to admire his handiwork. And he must say, he's rather proud of himself. You're a wreck, drooling and sobbing with the entirety of his cock nestled perfectly snug inside your walls. It's cute, really.

Well, Enciodes always thought you were quite cute before this, but he must say, you look cuter plugged up with his cock. He might really become a sex-addicted maniac if this is how he feels each time he'll get to fuck you. No way that this will be a one time happening; Enciodes will make sure of it. He'll leave you wanting more and craving him, just as he craves you.

" E-enci-"

" I'm here, I'm here. Just keep looking at me. Keep calling my name, darling." Enciodes' crescent-like smile only grows wider as you comply, oh so perfectly. You chant and mumble his name through the burning pleasure, softly at first but soon more blatant, as he still hadn't bent down and stayed close to you. In due time, he just needed to savor this.

He's wanted this for so long; to truly and finally have you and not just wisps of intoxicating fantasies and dreams that only leave him wanting for more. To know what your affectionate smiles looked like, what your soft kisses felt like against his lips, and now, how good your body felt enveloped around him. He wasn't one to waste such a bountiful opportunity; now he could finally claim your heart and body.

" Now then, shall we continue? I may be a patient man but," Enciodes rasps, finally feeling the effects hitting him like a train and battering his senses. Every last one is assaulted with nothing but you, overwhelming and possessing him to have his fill of you until he's finally claimed you as his.

" I can't wait to see how you look screaming my name."

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years ago

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day 10 - DILF

nct 1.5k words female reader insert Reader x Qian Kun NSFW

🖤 warnings: the kids next door, kun in white linen pants, wine? idk this one is very safe 🖤

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This Airbnb has everything.

A nice, fully-stocked kitchen with a note stuck to the kitchen door explicitly telling you to help yourself to anything. A quiet residential street close enough to amenities downtown. And a swimming pool in the backyard.

You're only on a long weekend retreat, two nights at a home in a more rural part of the province to relax and reset and maybe go to some of the little bars you saw on the drive through downtown. But it's nice to feel a little bit fancy for once. Like a homeowner, maybe, the kind of person who has a house like this with all the trappings.

The pool is probably the best touch.

You've been outside all day, taking in the warm sun and the clear water, enjoying the solitude. But it's afternoon now, and there's noise next door.

Which is to be expected. It's a neighborhood, after all, where people simply live. You can hear children out in the next yard, little voices shrieking as they play. That kind of adds to the experience, you think. Peaceful vibes.

Until a projectile lands next to you in the pool.

It's a Nerf rocket, a little plastic and foam toy. You know the type; it attaches to a manual air pump that launches the rockets when someone stomps on the pump.

The kids next door go silent, and you climb out of your inflatable ring floatie and out of the pool, dripping onto the concrete, to return it.

No big deal.

As you approach, you can see the shape of two little figures practically pressed to the tall wooden slat fence, watching you through the gaps in the wood.

"Can we have our rocket back, please?" one of the kids asks.

"Sure," you say.

You toss it over, as gently as you can.

It's not gentle enough.

There's a dull thump, and a squeak, and then the sound of heartbroken toddler tears, a sniffle that grows to a wail in seconds.

Great. Fucking fantastic. You brained one of the little kids next door with their own toy. You're getting a zero-star Airbnb guest review out of this.

The neighboring house's back door opens with a creak, and then a man's voice filters into the yard. "What happened?"

"The rocket went over the fence," says one of the kids, obviously the one who isn't crying. "That lady threw it back and it hit Jennie in the face."

"Not on purpose, I'm sure."

"No, but I think it's ouch."

"I think so, too."

The man's voice and the crying both grow farther away and disappear, as the door clicks shut behind them. They've gone back inside. It was an accident, completely, no one's fault, but you still feel bad. Way to start your weekend.

But there's nothing to do but return to your lazy float in the shallow end of the pool.

It's so easy to lose track of time while you're doing it, too. You have no idea how much time has passed, except maybe a hint from how the sun's moved, when you hear that voice again.

"Excuse me?"

You look around, slightly disoriented, until you see a man's head, poking over the fence.

"Oh," you say, very intelligent, top of your game.

He's so handsome. Movie-star handsome, with gentle sloping features and hair dyed a shocking white-blonde.

"I take it you're the lady I heard about?" he asks, with a wayward grin.

"Depends what you heard," you say.

"The one throwing things?"

"Returning things," you defend.

He shrugs, playful. "Call it what you want. Thanks for giving the toy back."

He's messing with you. It's charming, fills your chest with bubbling excitement.

"Hey, let's get it straight. Not just throwing things!" you say.

"You hit my kid with her own toy."

His kid. Damn.

"Just like a kid," you joke, "Running to Mom and Dad to tattle."

"To Dad," he corrects subtly.

You don't want to assume what he means by telling you that, but you know exactly how you take it: with more than a hint of suggestion.

You're suddenly extremely aware that you're floating helplessly in a big pink whimsical circle float. "Just Dad, huh?"

"And Uncle Ten who's here for a week, but I don't think that counts."

"Uncles One through Nine were busy?"

The guy grimaces. "That was worse than some of mine."

"Dad jokes are an art form," you say, actually climbing out of your floatie to face him properly and not at a 90 degree angle.

"You're funny. I'm Kun."

You tell him your name in return, and he repeats it back to you like he's committing it to memory.

"How long are you here?" he asks.

"Rest of the weekend. I leave Monday night."

Kun nods, thoughtful. "Maybe I'll see you later."

"Maybe."

His head disappears from its spot above the fence, and you wonder idly how tall he is, if he was scaling the fence and holding himself there for the whole conversation.

Not what you'd expected from this vacation, but hey. A hot neighbor is never unwelcome.

You order in for dinner, but you can hear the family outside next door, and you can smell the barbeque they make. You're slightly embarrassed about it, but you turn down the music you'd put on so you can hear the kids talking nonsense and playing in the pool between bites, hear Kun and another, lighter voice that must be Uncle Ten. It's just a nice cozy atmosphere, to have people around, enjoying themselves.

But after the sun sets, after hours outside and no desire to give up and go in for the night, that handsome face pops over the fence again.

"Still at it?" Kun asks.

"Yep."

"Mind if I join you?"

"Don't you have stuff to do?" you wonder. "Dad stuff?"

Kun shakes his head, blonde hair flicking nearly into his eyes. "Nah. The girls like when Ten puts them to bed. He'll be in their room singing songs for the next two hours at least. I'm free."

"And you want to spend it here?"

"I have wine." He holds an open - and partially-empty - wine bottle over the fence, as if to prove it.

You smile. "Oh, well in that case, come on over."

You expect him to come around and let himself in the side gate, like a person, but nope. Kun just clumsily hauls himself over the top rail of the fence, balancing the open bottle as well as he can, and drops down gracelessly in your rented yard.

It's doubly amusing when he straightens up and is much shorter than the fence, a cool 5'9 max, meaning you were correct and he was scaling the fence from his side and hanging there. He's even more attractive in full, though. Well-built, in a short-sleeved button-down shirt and linen slacks that are obviously tailored so that he looks taller than he is.

It's a dad look if you've ever seen one. And it's doing something for you.

"You do this often?" you ask him. "Drop by on the Airbnb guests?"

He puts the wine on the table, takes a seat in the patio chair beside yours. "Nope."

"What made you do it this time?"

"I might have mentioned to Ten that you were pretty," he says. "And I might have mentioned it more than once, and he might have gotten annoyed and told me to shut up or go do something about it."

"And you couldn't possibly shut up."

"You got it."

You point at the wine bottle. "Do you - glasses? Cups?"

"...No."

You'd assumed. "We don't need 'em."

Pointedly, you pick up the bottle and drink right from it. Kun laughs, ringing and pretty.

You are not entirely sure how you got from that - sharing that obviously leftover wine, making smalltalk about your vacation and Kun's office job and basic things about his two daughters - to this.

Sitting splayed over Kun's lap, that is, pressing him back with enough force that you're a little worried about tipping his whole chair over backwards, while he traces his tongue over the back of your teeth. He's stronger than he looks. One arm looped around your waist holds you in place, and his thin linen pants don't do much to hide how he's feeling. You're not one to talk, though, since you're in an overlarge t-shirt over your swimsuit, with equally little discretion.

"Do you do this often?" you tease.

"You ask a lot of questions."

"I'm curious. Sue me."

"I'm curious, too," he pouts, actually pouts. "I wanna see that little two-piece again."

That's simple. You grin. You peel the t-shirt up over your head and toss it to the side.

"There we go," he groans, hands immediately firm on your bare skin.

You'd be content to do this all night. You'd be content to do so much more. His touch just feels so good, his mouth controlled and hands confident-

But there's distinct sound from the direction of his house, and as soon as Kun hears it, he sighs.

"Daddy!"

A little girl's voice, clear, and then a much more resigned adult's call of, "Hey, daddy? Gonna have to wrap it up, out there."

You stand up, and Kun does, too, heading for the gate this time.

"I'm gonna kill Ten!" Kun mutters. "Can't keep 'em busy for an hour..."

Smiling, you drop back into his abandoned seat. "I'll wait."

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lilyvandersteen · 2 years ago

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Critically Yours

This story was written as part of the Klaine Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2022, and is gifted to @honeysucklepink. Merry Christmas, sweetie, and I hope this hits the spot for you!

The prompt can be found in the end notes.

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage, who was lightning-quick to review this for me so that it would still be in time for Christmas.

Critically Yours by @lilyvandersteen

Kurt let out a big yawn as he walked into the kitchen. The party after the premiere had been fun, but he’d had too short a night’s sleep because of it.

He was on his second mug of coffee when Rachel called him.

“Kurt, you were amazing yesterday, as I knew you would be!”

Kurt grinned and thanked her.

“And I know you always tell me not to read the reviews, but… There’s this one you really need to read. You’ll love it. I’m sending you the link.”

“Rach, I don’t think…”

“Read it. This guy is so sweet, aww. Well, at least I think it’s a guy. He’s using a nickname. But the way he writes feels like a guy. Am I making sense? Maybe I’m still a bit drunk. One thing’s for sure, though, you have to read it. You just have to. I wish he’d say things like that about me. Anyway, got to go. Yoga tonight?”

“It’s a date!” Kurt promised her, and when she’d hung up, he clicked on the link.

It wasn’t a fan site that popped up. It was the New York Times website. The comments section, to be precise.

The commenter’s name was IconicWarbler, and unlike the other one-sentence commenters, he’d gone for the novel-like approach.

“I went to see Cabaret last night, and found myself totally enamoured of the MC, played by newcomer Kurt Hummel. I’ve never seen this actor on stage before, but I can assure you I will attend every play he’s in from now on. That’s how much he enchanted me. Such clear, strong vocals. Such a master at conveying emotions. And what a compelling personality! He draws you in, even pulling focus when he’s in the background. I could not keep my eyes off him. I urge you all to go see Cabaret and discover this promising fresh face.

Mr. Hummel, I’m calling it now: you will get a Tony nomination for this role. You are just THAT good.

Critically yours,

IconicWarbler”

Kurt covered his hand with his mouth and let out a happy squeak, smiling ear to ear.

Rachel was right, that was exactly the pick-up he’d needed this morning.

Thank you, IconicWarbler!

K&B

Blaine fist-pumped happily when he read the announcement that Kurt Hummel would have the title role in the Jesus Christ Superstar revival.

The actor had gotten a Tony nomination for his role in Cabaret, as Blaine had predicted, and though he hadn’t won the award, it had opened new doors for him.

By now, Kurt Hummel had played in Dear Evan Hansen, causing Blaine to rave over how high his vocal range was, and opposite Rachel Berry in West Side Story, after which performance Blaine had waxed lyrical over how convincing they had been as star-crossed lovers, defending Kurt in replies to other commenters who seemed to think he was too gay to pull off the role of Tony.

Blaine had gone to see both shows as many times as his budget would allow, and had waited at the stage door to get his playbill signed every single time, even when it was pouring rain or freezing.

Kurt was always courteous and kind to every fan, taking his time to greet and thank them.

Every encounter with Kurt had Blaine walking on sunshine for days, especially when Blaine’s praise coaxed a rare smile out of the handsome man.

But after West Side Story, Kurt had disappeared from Broadway, not even starring in smaller roles. He was just… gone.

It had made Blaine worry and wonder what had happened.

But now, a year later, Kurt was back, and Blaine was relieved and excited to see his favourite actor in a new role.

The anticipation that had been building inside of him rose to a fever point when the radio station he listened to every morning announced a contest.

“Good morning everyone! I have some exciting news to share with you! You’ve probably already heard it: Jesus Christ Superstar is coming back to Broadway. And with it crowd favourite Kurt Hummel, who’s going to play the title role, and who is with us right now to have a little chat.”

“Hello, everyone!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how excited are you to see Kurt take on this role? Let us know through our app!”

Blaine grinned and opened the app, sending a quick message.

“Oh, lots of enthusiasm so early in the morning. Let’s see: Ruth says she’s missed you the past year and that she’s stoked you’re back, Blaine says you’re sure to be stellar in your new role, and David says he can’t wait to see you in the play, Kurt!”

“I hope I’ll do you guys proud,” Kurt said.

The ensuing interview cleared up why Kurt had been away for so long. Apparently, his father had fallen ill, and he’d moved back home to be with his family.

“But now he’s better, and he told me to stop fussing over him and get back to work. So here I am!”

Blaine chuckled and crossed his fingers that the radio presenters would coax Kurt into singing a fragment from his new show.

What he got was even better.

“When our family celebrated Thanksgiving a few weeks ago, it got me thinking about what I was most thankful for. Dad getting better, obviously, that’s a big one. He’s my rock, and I’m so grateful I get to keep him, hopefully for decades more. But apart from that, I’m so thankful for all my fans. You are the ones who brought me here. Who believed in me when I had doubts I could do this. Who have stood by me from the very beginning. Who have defended me when people tried to tear me down. And I don’t have enough words to tell you how much that has meant to me. So I’m going to show you instead.”

At this point, the radio presenter took over.

“Prick up your ears now, all you Broadway lovers out there! This is a contest you won’t want to miss! Kurt is offering not just tickets to Jesus Christ Superstar, but an extra special main prize. The overall winner will get a ticket to the premiere, a meet-and-greet with Kurt and the rest of the cast, and will get to attend the party with the cast and crew afterwards. Isn’t that something?”

Blaine’s heart started pumping double speed.

Oh wow.

“Yes, you heard that right! Ever dream of getting the chance to chat with your fave actor over a glass or two? Well, for one lucky guy or girl, this dream will come true! And what do you have to do to win this, you ask?”

“Tell me, tell me,” Blaine muttered.

“Well, from now until the day of the premiere, we’ll be having a little quiz every morning, about Broadway topics. If you want to take part in it, sign up for the quiz in our app, and each morning, we’ll pick two listeners to compete against each other. The goal is to be the first to answer five questions correctly. The winner will go through to the next round, and then on the last day before the premiere, we’ll find out who wins the main prize.”

Blaine opened the app again and looked for the sign-up form.

There wasn’t much chance he’d be chosen, but it couldn’t hurt to try, right?

One day after another passed, and it seemed luck was not on his side. He listened to the morning show even more attentively than he otherwise did, and he made sure he always had his phone on hand, but the show host always picked other listeners to play the quiz.

Sometimes, they were so abysmal at answering the questions that Blaine rolled his eyes. Did they really know so little about Broadway shows, or was it nerves blocking their brain?

Two days before the premiere, just as he’d all but given up hope, his phone rang as he was eating a bowl of cereal, and his heart slammed into his throat.

Was it really…?

And yes, it was. He’d been selected to play the quiz!

Hearing the presenter’s voice both over the radio and on the phone was distracting, so he switched off the radio so as to be able to focus better.

“And today, we’ll be playing the Broadway quiz with Blaine and Tiffany!”

Wow, my hands are clammy. And why is my throat so dry all of a sudden?

The first question was about West Side Story. The presenter wanted them to name the two street gangs.

“The Jets and the Sharks,” Blaine yelled.

The other contestant groaned.

“Second question: you’re going to hear a snippet from a Broadway song. Tell me what show it is from!”

The song was “All That Jazz”. As soon as Blaine recognised it, he yelled, “Chicago!”

He heard a muffled curse, and knew he’d beaten his opponent again.

“Number 3: where does “Hairspray” take place?”

Blaine chuckled and sang a few lines of “Good morning Baltimore”.

“Wow, nice! You’re a fine singer yourself!” the presenter praised him.

“Thank you. I was in show choir for years. The Dalton Warblers.”

“Wonderful. And you’re firmly in the lead, with three right answers to nil. Tiffany, what’s happening?”

“He’s just too fast,” Tiffany whined, and both Blaine and the presenter chuckled.

“Okay, next question: complete this Hamilton lyric: I’m just like my country, I’m young…”

“Scrappy and hungry, and I’m not throwing away my shot!” Blaine rattled off glibly.

The presenter whistled low. “You didn’t even have to think about it, did you? How many times have you seen Hamilton?”

“Uhm, I’ve never really counted the times,” Blaine confessed, and the presenter laughed.

“Okay, if you keep this up, Blaine, you’ll only have to answer one more question. Here it is: name all seven children of the von Trapp family.”

“Liesl, Friedrich, Louisa, Kurt, Brigitta, Marta and Gretl,” said Blaine, counting them on his fingers to make sure he left no-one out.

“Yes, you did it!” the presenter enthused, and he played the jingle that pronounced Blaine the winner.

Blaine sat back and mechanically put a spoonful of cereal with milk in his mouth.

Wow, I’m through to the next round. Now what?

Now, as it transpired, all the winners would be competing against each other the following morning, and the first two to get five questions right would then play a sudden death round.

Blaine spent the rest of the day frantically reading up on all things Broadway, and also did his research on Kurt Hummel. In the process, he may have gotten a bit side-tracked when he found YouTube recordings of Kurt performing as a cheerleader, a clip of him singing “Le Jazz Hot” and then his audition for NYADA, “Not the Boy Next Door”. Those gold pants. And his moves. Unf.

When the next morning rolled around, Blaine may have been just a little sleep-deprived from watching certain Kurt Hummel videos on repeat. But he regretted nothing.

Despite his sleepiness, Blaine had no trouble answering questions, and became the first finalist. He ended up playing the sudden death round against a guy called Chandler, who was just as knowledgeable as Blaine was.

After they’d each answered another ten questions correctly, the presenter sighed. “Okay, this is not going to work. You guys know EVERYTHING! So what do you say to a practical challenge as a tie-breaker?”

“Okay,” said Blaine.

“I guess,” said Chandler.

“You each get to sing a song from Jesus Christ Superstar, and then the other listeners will vote in the app and decide who becomes the overall winner!”

Blaine grinned. “That sounds good.”

Chandler said nothing.

“So who wants to go first?” the presenter asked.

“Let’s get it over with,” Chandler groused.

“Okay, Chandler, what are you going to sing?”

“I don’t know how to love him.”

“Great choice! Let me put the music on for you.”

Chandler started to sing, and Blaine winced and wanted to clap his hands over his ears.

He didn’t, because it would be his turn in a short while, but aah, Chandler’s singing was worse than nails on a chalkboard!

He let out a sigh of relief when the song came to an end, and announced to the presenter that he’d be singing “Heaven on their minds”.

He threw his everything into the performance and found himself panting rather heavily when he was done.

Applause startled him. The presenter whooped and hollered and then said, “Wow, that was quite something. Are you sure you’re not a Broadway actor in disguise?”

Blaine laughed. “I wish!”

“And it looks like the listeners agree with me. Look at that, what an overwhelming victory for BLAINE!”

“Yay!” Blaine yelled. He’d given it his all, and he’d actually won!

K&B

Though he was an old hand at giving interviews by now, Kurt found himself fidgeting with his shirt cuffs this time.

It wasn’t the interview itself he was nervous about, but the contest he’d be announcing.

As he talked about celebrating Thanksgiving with his family, and being so grateful for his fans that he wanted to thank them, he felt a bit deceitful. Yes, he truly was thankful for his fans and their support, but his real goal with this contest was something else altogether.

The idea had come to him one night when he’d had a sleepover with Rachel, Quinn, Brittany and Santana, and Santana had wanted to know if Kurt had ever slept with a fan of his.

“I’m sure there’s tons of them that slip you their phone number and that are itching to discover what’s under those tight pants of yours.”

“Nah,” Kurt had said. “Well, I’ve gotten some phone numbers, yes, but I didn’t fancy the guys in question. Too pushy. The worst one’s called Chandler. He comes to my show every night, and he always waits at the stage door, and he’s forever running his hands over me and gushing and professing himself in love with me. Ugh.”

“Well, aren’t there more respectful fans that you’d like to get to know better?”

Kurt had taken another sip of his drink and thought it over.

The first fan that had sprung to mind was IconicWarbler, with his wonderful reviews. Wouldn’t it be great to get to thank him in person for what his words had meant to Kurt? But the chances of ever finding this anonymous reviewer were slim to nil.

Then, Kurt had thought of a fan that hadn’t been such a fixture at the stage door as Chandler, but who had shown up regularly nonetheless. This guy was always dressed dapperly, with gelled hair and a profile that were reminiscent of a 1950s movie star, and with impeccable manners. He clearly loved getting to talk to Kurt, but he never got handsy and never tried to monopolise him.

Yes, that was someone he’d like to get to know better. But how would he manage that?

That’s how he’d come up with the contest plan. It was a wild shot in the dark, and chances were he’d end up meeting and greeting another person entirely, but he wanted to try this.

So he tuned in to that radio station every morning to find out who’d win the quiz that day. He grimaced when he saw the name Chandler pop up, and hoped that would not be the winner of the meet-and-greet package.

The second to last day of the contest, he got a pleasant surprise. One of the contestants, a guy called Blaine, had a voice he recognised – velvety smooth and soothing. Was it… could it be the Mr. Dapper he’d seen so often at the stage door?

Then Blaine started to sing, as an answer to a quiz question, and Kurt was blown away. Wow!

And what did he just say? He’d been in a show choir called the Dalton Warblers?

It might be just a coincidence, of course, but maybe Kurt had found his IconicWarbler…

The next day was the finals, and Kurt cursed loudly and at length when Chandler made it through and was still in the running for the top prize.

Please no!

Thankfully, Blaine made it through as well.

On an impulse, Kurt sent the radio show host a text that said, “Make them sing.”

At first, the two finalists got questions again, but when neither Chandler nor Blaine cracked under the pressure and they just kept giving right answers, the show host decided to make the both of them sing instead.

Yes!

Chandler was as bad a singer as Kurt had hoped, and Blaine was even better than in Kurt’s wildest dreams. He sang better than the actual actor playing in the show with Kurt!

Kurt grinned ear to ear when Blaine was pronounced the winner, and hoped so much that it was the fan he remembered.

The day of the premiere, he felt more than just the usual pre-show jitters. He also felt butterflies in his stomach, as if he was about to go on a first date.

Before the show started, he peeked through the curtain to check the place, front and centre in the Orchestra section, he’d reserved for the main winner of the contest.

He saw a neatly gelled head and fist-pumped. Yes! He’d guessed right! Blaine was Mr. Dapper all right!

Blaine certainly lived up to Kurt’s nickname, as he was dressed to the nines in a tuxedo.

The tuxedo jacket was made of burgundy velvet with black lapels, and Kurt was itching to find out if it was as soft as it looked.

He checked out the other reserved places, and saw Chandler, looking like thunder and throwing poisonous looks in Blaine’s direction. His plus-one seat was the only one left unoccupied.

Kurt drew back from the curtain, and went to have a chat with the security guard, warning him about Chandler, just in case the guy tried to get backstage or to make trouble for Blaine.

And then it was showtime, and Kurt threw himself into the performance with double the energy he’d shown during the dress rehearsal.

Afterwards, while bowing to the audience with the rest of the cast, his eyes strayed to Blaine again, who was clapping and cheering.

See you soon!

Back in his dressing room, he got out of his costume, freshened up and put his regular clothes on in record time, because he wanted to be the first of the actors to welcome Blaine backstage.

When he left his dressing room, he found Blaine attentively listening to John, one of the stage hands, who was explaining how all the equipment worked.

“Hello Blaine!” Kurt said, and Blaine’s attention shifted to him at once.

John chuckled. “I guess that’s my cue to disappear. Once the big star comes out, nobody’s interested in the technical stuff anymore.”

Blaine looked stricken, and started to babble apologies.

John clapped him on the shoulder. “Nah, don’t worry about it. You came here for Kurt and the others, I get it. See you both at the party!”

John left, and Blaine looked after him, biting his lip.

“Don’t worry,” Kurt said. “John’s not offended at all.”

Blaine’s eyes flitted to Kurt, and he flushed and nodded.

“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” Kurt asked. “At the stage door?”

“Yes.” It sounded timid and uncertain.

“But this is your first time backstage?”

“Yes.”

Kurt winked at Blaine. “A lot less glamourous than you’d think, right?”

Blaine grinned. “Yep. Smaller, too. But I’m still stoked to get to see it. And it’s so interesting, how it all works…”

“I know, right? I remember when I started working on Broadway that I was fascinated with the technical side of things.”

They stood there, smiling at each other for a moment, and then Kurt said, “Oh, right, I should give you a tour, until my colleagues get here, too. Come with me.”

He let Blaine peek into his dressing room and then took him to see the costumes and the orchestra pit, introducing him to everyone they passed on the way.

By the time Blaine had seen every nook and cranny of the backstage area, the other actors were there to greet him and talk to him.

Blaine was a lot less shy around them than he was around Kurt, and when they all left the theatre to go to the party venue, it felt already as if Blaine was part of the group.

At the party, Kurt introduced Blaine to Rachel as well, and smothered a giggle behind his hand when Blaine treated her as if she were royalty (“It’s such an honour to meet the great Rachel Berry – you are a legend!”) and Rachel lapped it all up.

Rachel and Blaine got on like a house on fire, and Kurt left them to it to go procure some drinks.

When he came back from the bar, Rachel had drifted away to go talk to her off-and-on lover Jesse, and Blaine was talking to one of the musicians about his violin, which was apparently an antique.

“You play the violin?” he asked.

“Well, I haven’t in a while, as I told Ashley, because I need to get round to restringing my violin first, but yes, I do. The piano as well, and drums and guitar.”

“Wow. And you sing so well, too! You should have heard him, Ashley, he sang “Heaven on their Minds” on the radio, and he sounded better than Jesse!”

“Don’t let Jesse hear you say that,” Ashley laughed. “He wouldn’t take it well!”

Kurt handed Blaine a glass of champagne, and offered Ashley the one he’d brought for Rachel. “Cheers!”

A few hours later, he and Blaine were still nursing the same drink and talking their heads off about anything and everything when Rachel turned up again, phone in hand.

“I was just looking on the New York Times website, and it’s weird. Usually around this time, there’s a review already. But this time, not a word from IconicWarbler.”

Blaine’s head shot up, but Rachel didn’t notice, she was too busy scrolling.

“Do you think he didn’t come?” Rachel asked Kurt.

“Oh, he came all right,” Blaine said softly. “He’s just been too… busy to write a review just yet.”

Kurt, who’d had a hunch that Blaine might be IconicWarbler, beamed in satisfaction, and Rachel gasped, “It’s you?”

“It’s me.”

“I love your reviews,” Kurt told Blaine. “They’re always so kind and so supportive. I reread them when I’m having a bad day to get the strength to carry on, and on good days they make me want to strive to become even better. It means the world to me to have you in my corner.”

Blaine took his hand and squeezed it softly. “Always.”

After that, Kurt didn’t stay at the party much longer, and when he left, he took Blaine home with him.

As he explained to Blaine, “I don’t do this, usually. Or ever. But with you, it feels different.”

Blaine nodded. “I know. I feel the same. May I kiss you?”

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulled him closer until their lips met.

A long moment later, Blaine’s eyes fluttered open and found his, and he whispered, “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever.”

THE END

This is the prompt the story is based on:

Blaine always reviews Kurt's performances in the NYT comments section but uses a nom-de-plume. (Blaine is not a critic--Blaine is in love!) Kurt doesn't know who, but he is also kind of falling for the person giving him such glowing reviews.

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