#Blaine/reader

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Take Me Over

[Nick Blaine x Wife!Reader]

Synopsis: In the heart of Gilead’s oppressive regime, you find yourself thrust into a marriage with Nick Blaine, a man whose silent demeanor hides a truth you’ve realized to be shared.

WC: 2189

Category: Lime/Spice, Slight Fluff {TW — Forced Marriage}

I’m back at it again with another character that no one seems to write about 🥲 (I love him your honor)

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The dim light of the candles flickered in the oppressive silence of the room. You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands tightly gripping the stack of letters tied together by a brown string while you contemplated what you were about to do.

It’s been a total of two days since you were placed to be a part of the household of Commander Fred and Mrs. Waterford. Two days since you were forced into a role that you were not comfortable with. Two days since a new life was placed before you.

Two days since your marriage, and now here you are, sitting on the edge of a bed, dreading the moment that the door would open and once again reveal the man who was forced to be your husband.

Nick Blaine, that was his name, and it was all that was given to you. You knew nothing about him. All you knew was that you were his wife, and he was your husband, and you both had a role to play. Though, if the letters that you currently held in your hands were anything to go by, Nick Blaine, your husband, played the role of a rebel.

Shock. It was the first thing that you felt when you discovered the stack of letters hidden behind one of the drawers in the room. Then, curiosity. What exactly were they? You were so intrigued that you couldn't help yourself. You had to find out.

You didn’t regret it.

You didn't even want to.

What you had found was something you could not believe. Something so secret and dangerous that you could not fathom. The contents of the letters, the words written upon the papers, were like a breath of fresh air.

Stories, that's what they were. Stories that you would tell in hushed whispers. Stories that were passed around. Stories of the world before Gilead.

They seemed to be all handmaids. Handmaids telling their side of the story. Brave women who would take such risks, who would defy the rules, just to let their voices be heard.

They were inspiring, and as you read through them, you realized the more dangerous these letters were, the more powerful. And the more powerful they were, the more they were needed.

It was a small act of defiance, but it was enough. It was something that could keep the flame of hope alive, and that is exactly what they needed in the current situation.

But the question still stands. What was Nick Blaine doing with them?

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to feel, especially now that you were aware that a man of his stature and position could risk everything for the sake of those who were fighting against Gilead.

So many things were racing in your mind, but then it hit you. The soft glow in his eyes whenever Waterford’s handmaiden was around. The way he looked at her. Sympathy and guilt. He cared for her.

The revelation was almost jarring, but you weren’t too surprised. Nick always seemed different from the others. Hell, it’s been two days, and he hasn’t touched you.

You could almost guarantee that all the other men who were promoted and newly married would have already taken their wives by now. They would’ve taken their wife that night after the ceremony. But not him. Not Nick.

You were grateful.

He had a heart, and that's all that mattered.

A knock on the door snapped you back into reality, and before you could even respond, the door was opening.

It was Nick.

For a split second, the two of you just stared at each other, his eyes moving in slow motion as they trailed from your face to the stack of letters you were holding.

Of course, as he did so, all you could do was look at him in admiration. He was always easy on the eyes before, with hair and eyes that were darker than the luxurious dark chocolate you once loved to eat before Gilead. But, knowing what you know now, everything about him was just much more attractive.

But then, a flicker of fear was shown in his eyes, and all at once, the atmosphere seemed to grow tense.

Without saying a word, Nick stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. You could visibly see a sweat drop trickling down his neck as he tried to compose himself, his eyes never leaving the letters that were clutched tightly in your hands.

"Nick." You whispered, and you could see him stiffen at the mention of his name. The poor man was terrified, and it was heartbreaking.

"How much did you read?" His voice was rough and gravelly, and the sound was music to your ears.

"Enough." You answered, and without missing a beat, you slowly stood up and began to make your way toward him. "Enough to know I can trust you."

Your response was met with a surprised look, and it was clear to you that he was not expecting that. Truthfully, you were surprised yourself.

This was all new to you. You've never spoken so freely before, and you never expected the day would come when you would have the courage to defy the rules. But today was a strange day.

"I’ve never believed in miracles," You whispered, taking a few steps forward. Your eyes were locked with his, and you could see the surprise and curiosity swirling around in his beautiful, dark brown eyes. "but you might be the closest thing to one I could get."

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you slowly walked towards him, and as the two of you were only mere inches away from each other, you raised the stack of letters and gently pushed it towards him.

"You need to do better than hiding them behind a drawer, though. I almost tripped on it when it fell out." You said, and for the first time since you had met him, you saw his lips curl up into a ghost of a smile.

"Noted."

And then the two of you lapsed into silence. A comfortable silence that was filled with the soft glow of the candle and the faint crackling sound of the fire.

That night was the night your trust was built and the beginning of a bond that would eventually bring the two of you together.

It was a couple of months later, when he returned from Canada with the Waterfords, that your relationship from close friends to lovers began.

He’d gotten the letters out. He’d finally gotten them out, and as the news of the failed union between Canada and Gilead left his lips, all you could think about was the relief and the excitement.

Your heart was overflowing with joy, and your body was filled with a sense of warmth that you had long forgotten. Nick had done it. Nick had finally done it.

As soon as he finished recounting, you rushed to embrace him. A strong grip wrapped itself around his waist, and your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Nick, on the other hand, was stiff as a board. Even though you two were married to each other, he still felt that it was inappropriate for him to touch you in such a manner.

The thought didn’t last long, however, as you pulled away and gave him a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

Your smile was radiant. Your eyes were twinkling, and your face was glowing. For the first time in a long time, you were truly happy. And Nick didn't think that he'd ever seen anything more beautiful.

"I'm proud of you."

Your words were soft, and as you placed your hand on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath your palm.

His eyes were locked on yours, and he could see the emotions swirling around in your eyes.

Relief. Excitement. Happiness. Admiration.

The list could go on, but in the end, all that mattered was that he could see the love that you held for him.

And that… that look was all it took for his hands to gently grasp your shoulders and guide you backward as you told him another set of words about how he was a hero and that he was amazing.

You didn’t even realize what he was doing until your back felt the concrete wall. Once you realized you weren’t moving anymore, you paused and looked at him, and the moment you did, your breath got caught in your throat.

Nick was looking at you with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. His hands had moved from your shoulders to the nape of your neck, and the warmth of his skin sent a shiver down your spine.

"Nick." You whispered, watching as his thumb grazed the outline of your bottom lip. It was a simple, tender gesture, but it was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You couldn’t get a response out, not even a single word, as you watched his eyes glance down at your lips, his own tongue darting out to lick his.

Then, his head was moving forward, and his lips were brushing against yours. It was a ghost of a kiss, barely touching your lips, but the electricity was there. It was a spark that made your entire body tingle and your heart race.

When Nick pulled away, he was met with your intense gaze. You were almost upset at the weak display. Even though you understood his hesitation, a part of you was hoping he would be braver.

"That's it?" You murmured, a hint of teasing in your voice.

And the moment those words left your mouth, he was smirking. He was actually smirking, and his fingers were running through your hair.

"Are you asking me for more?" He asked, his voice low and deep, sending another shiver down your spine.

"I’m not asking," You breathed out, leaning in close and pressing your forehead against his. The moment you did, his grip tightened around your waist, and his free hand slid down to your hip, squeezing it slightly. "You were brave enough to get those letters out. Be brave enough to kiss me like you mean it."

Those were the magic words.

He didn't say anything in response.

He didn't need to.

Instead, his hands went back to the nape of your neck, and his lips were once again on yours. Only this time, it was not a ghostly touch. It was real, and the moment his lips were on yours, all your senses were flooded with him.

You could feel his warm, plush lips molding against yours and the gentle way his fingers were running through your hair.

But what made you absolutely weak was the taste of him. Your legs were almost wobbling the moment his tongue slipped into your mouth. It was like a dance, his tongue brushing against yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And as the two of you kissed, all the tension and the desire that had been building up in the past months slowly dissipated.

Your heart was racing, and your mind was in a daze. The only thing you were thinking about was Nick and his lips. And as his fingers gripped onto the strands of your hair and the way his hips began to press against yours, all you could think about was getting him closer.

So, your hands traveled down from his chest and to his back, gripping the material of his jacket as you pulled him towards you.

The action elicited a groan from the back of his throat, and his hips began to press firmly against yours. You could feel the way his hips were subtly grinding against yours, and as his hardness began to rub against the thin material of your dress, the moan that escaped your lips was swallowed by his mouth.

The kiss was turning heated and passionate, and your lips were swollen and bruised. Your fingers were tugging on his hair, and his were clutching at the strands of your own.

His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, and a moan escaped your lips; the sound was swallowed by his mouth, and you could feel him smiling.

You and Nick were so lost in each other that night, so focused on the taste of one another and the way his body was pressed against yours; it created a bubble where you both were safe, warm, and blissful.

It was the first time in a long time either of you had felt that way, and that feeling continued to grow, and eventually, it blossomed into a love that was deeper than the ocean and brighter than the sun.

And that was when you realized that no matter what happened, the two of you would always have each other, and no matter how cruel the world was, the two of you would always find a way to stay true to yourselves.

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Three Little Birds part. 1 《Nick Blaine, The handmaid's tell》

A short story about Nick Blaine.

Nick Blaine x oc!fmale

Hi: I love The Handmaid's Tale and the relationship between June and Nick, but I couldn't get this story out of my head. I’m always looking for stories about this character, but I never find exactly what I’m looking for, so I decided to write it myself. I hope it reaches someone. Thank you.

Three Little Birds Part 2.

I wish there were a mirror where I could see my reflection. It’s a recurring thought, creeping in when I least expect it. "Vanity is a selfish sin, girl." Aunt Lise’s voice follows the thought, sharp and unyielding. But this isn't just about curiosity—about seeing how they’ve prepared me for what, according to the women around me, should be one of the happiest days of my life, second only to the birth of my future children, of course. It’s about something deeper. It’s been years since I last saw myself. Would I even recognize the person staring back at me? Or would it feel like looking at someone I once knew, someone familiar yet distant, their face blurred by time and memory?

The truth is, I am not happy. I’m not afraid either, nor anxious about the tragic fate that awaits me. I suspect one of the Marthas slipped a narcotic into the tea they served me a few minutes ago. It’s a common practice on occasions like this—just enough to dull the mind, to keep the girls calm, too weary and dazed to resist, but not so much that they’d faint and delay the ceremony. That would be a disaster.

I had always imagined this day differently. In a normal world, I would have chosen my own dress, picked the flowers, planned the menu for the family I would have invited—eager to share my happiness with them. And I would have known the man waiting for me at the end of the aisle. I would have loved him enough to want to marry him.

Instead, I am in an unfamiliar room, laced into a regal, antique dress that once belonged to another girl before me and will surely be worn by another after me. "Gilead is at war, girls. We cannot afford extravagance for each and every one of you, nor grand ceremonies." And yet, this event is laughably pompous. Today, I and dozens of other girls will be married off to men we have never even seen, in front of Gilead’s most distinguished Commanders, their Wives, the Marthas, and the Handmaids.

I wish I could say I cried, that I screamed, that I fought against being sold like cattle, my worth reduced to my biological function. But I didn’t. Not a single tear fell, despite the weight of my grief. Some might call it resignation, but deep down, I knew the right word was exhaustion. If I made a scene, one of the Aunts would come rushing in to remind me of my privilege. That the only alternative paths available to me were a lifetime of servitude as a Martha, stripped of identity, or as a Handmaid, forced to bear children for another family.

"You are fortunate, given your record," Aunt Lydia had told me when they agreed to arrange a respectable marriage for me as a favor to my father. His position as a trauma surgeon granted him certain influence, even in Gilead’s rigid hierarchy. Otherwise, given my so-called advanced age and my past associations, my fate would have been much worse. By Gilead’s laws, I was an adulteress—a term they used for women with rebellious spirits. Before the uprising solidified its grip, I had been among those raising their voices, protesting as we were stripped of our jobs and our education.

I remember the day they froze my bank account. From that moment on, my father controlled my finances, as the closest male relative. He urged me to come home, promising he would try to secure passports so we could flee the country. But we never even made it across the street. A black van, its side marked with the emblem of an Eye with silver wings, cut us off. Armed men stepped out, their rifles slung across their chests. They told my father his skills were essential to Gilead.

He managed to delay my fate, bargaining for time, negotiating my place in this new order. "We will find her a respectable husband," they told him, "someone who will look after her and secure her future." But because he was not a Commander, he was not allowed to choose the candidates himself, as was customary. All I knew was that my husband wouldn’t be someone from the highest ranks—girls like me, those not raised from childhood to be obedient, were seen as too unpredictable. Too dangerous.

And now, here I am, waiting for the life that has been chosen for me.

While I enjoyed my limited freedom within the ecclesiastical regime I now lived under, I had managed to infiltrate the underground network operating in and out of the country. My father was rarely home, which made it easier to hide people—Marthas, Handmaids—those preparing to flee. But now? Could I continue my illegal activities under the watchful eye of my new husband? I highly doubted it. Still, I had contacts. And I wouldn’t hesitate to use them when the time was right—when things had settled after the wedding.

“Girls, it’s time.”

A heavy sigh escaped my lips. I gripped the edge of the opaque veil they had placed over my head and pulled it down over my face. At least it would hide the hatred written all over my expression for the duration of the ceremony. Though I could still see everything through the fabric, it reminded me of the tinted windows in certain cars—allowing those inside to observe the world while dulling its brightness, stripping away its beauty. To those on the outside, however, it offered nothing but obscurity, concealing the person within. That, after all, was the purpose of this garment: to keep me hidden until it was too late.

Since my mother was no longer alive, she couldn’t walk me down the aisle. Instead, an Aunt whose name I didn’t even know took my arm, guiding me into position. Before and behind me stood other girls—too young for what awaited them. My teeth clenched in fury. As awful as this was, at least I was old enough to have left adolescence behind. The others couldn’t have been more than sixteen. A sharp tug pulled me from my thoughts, and I stumbled forward, falling into step with the rest of the procession.

We entered the stage of an auditorium, where a line of men stood waiting to receive us. A higher-ranking official was delivering a speech on the importance of fulfilling our assigned duties, on the sacred nature of marriage.

When we finally stopped moving, my muscles seemed to loosen, my body floating as if caught in a dream. Everything around me appeared slightly blurred, the colors a little too bright. A song played over and over in my head, like a silent plea for help. Singing don’t worry about a thing, ‘cause every little thing gonna be alright. Maybe the pill they had slipped into my drink was kicking in, because I still can’t say for sure whether what happened next was real or just a drug-induced haze.

I studied the man in front of me carefully. He was tense, his gaze averted, offering me only his profile. He looked young—perhaps a few years older than me—but there was discomfort in the way he fidgeted, rolling his ring from one finger to another absentmindedly. His thick eyebrows arched slightly, deepening the creases in his forehead. Was this difficult for him? Did he oppose this, too? My heart pounded wildly in my ears. Maybe, just maybe, I had a chance to escape all of this.

When he reached for my hand to place the ring on my finger, I almost pulled away. I even twitched—just slightly—but he noticed. For the first time, he looked at me. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. I gave him another chance to stop this. His touch was barely there, light as air, as though he were trying to touch me as little as possible. I appreciated that. Gently, I took his hand in return. His palms were rough, calloused from work, but I slid the ring onto his finger anyway.

As he released my hand and reached for the edges of my veil, the urge to scream clawed at my throat. Instead, I swallowed a sob, squeezing my eyes shut as tightly as possible. This time, the tears finally fell, hot trails streaking my cheeks. The lump in my throat made it impossible to breathe, and I was forced to part my lips just to let in some air.

When the voice speaking above us finally ceased, I opened my eyes and saw him clearly for the first time—without the veil between us. He looked uneasy, even distressed, but there was something else there, too. A flicker of relief. Maybe because he realized I was a grown woman and not a child like the others.

Somewhere deep within my tormented soul, I felt a hint of relief, too. He wasn’t an old man. He wasn’t a boy raised in Gilead, one who would believe he had the right to control me.

The entire ride to his house, I didn’t speak a word. I just stared out the window. That’s how I learned his name—Nick. He worked as a driver for Commander Waterford. The esteemed couple sitting in the car with us couldn’t stop talking about how thrilled they were that their loyal servant had finally been rewarded.

I pressed my lips into a thin line. They were telling him—telling me—that I was his prize for good behavior.

My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, where I caught a glimpse of my new husband. His hands gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Did it bother him, the way they spoke about me? I exhaled sharply.

I let my gaze linger, scrutinizing him without shame. If I had met him somewhere else—at a party, in another life, in a world far from here—would I have noticed him? Maybe. I might have even found him attractive. But none of that mattered.

I didn’t know him.

And now, I was his property. A servant. A means to an end—a child.

Our eyes met in the mirror. I held his gaze, daring him, warning him. This will not be easy for you. If he thought I would submit, he was mistaken. I would make his life hell.

He didn’t look away.

What was he trying to tell me? A threat? Don’t push too far, or you’ll regret it?

Regret what? Would they hang me on the Wall?

The thought startled me, but not for the reason it should have.

Because, for the first time, I realized—

I didn’t care if they did.

When we arrived, I politely excused myself, saying that the emotions of the day had left me exhausted and that I needed to rest for a while. Nick led me to his home—a modest living space above the garage. I felt like an intruder. This was his place, and now a stranger was invading it.

He gave me a very brief tour before setting my suitcase down on the floor.

"Make yourself comfortable. This is your home now too."

He said it without looking at me, his eyes fixed on the ground, his voice tense. I thanked him, and he disappeared through the door—he still had duties to finish before the day was over.

I didn’t unpack. I just sat on the edge of the bed and cried, my whole body shaking with the force of it. I told myself I had to let it all out before he came back and tried to fulfill his “duty.” The only thing I pulled from my belongings was a set of sleepwear—much more modest than what I used to wear when I lived with my father.

Then, I sat on the bed again. Waiting.

Waiting for what?

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of what was supposed to happen next.

What if I refused?

Maybe I could slit his throat in his sleep and then cut my own. After all, killing a man was a capital sin.

The door creaked open, and Nick hesitated before stepping inside, as if he hadn’t expected me to still be there. Maybe he had hoped I’d run away. He shrugged off his jacket and headed straight for the bathroom.

The sound of running water. He was showering.

This was my chance.

I stood up as quietly as I could and slipped into the kitchen, grabbing the first knife I saw. I hid it under my pillow and sat back down, trying to appear as obedient as possible.

When he came out, he was wearing what I assumed was his sleepwear—an old t-shirt that might have once been decent enough to wear outside and a pair of loose pants. He glanced at me warily before heading toward the bed.

I took a deep breath. He couldn’t suspect anything.

But instead of what I had expected, he simply pulled back the sheets and climbed in with a deep sigh, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction as he sank into his bed.

I turned to look at him, but his eyes were already closed.

"Good night."

That was all he said.

I watched his silhouette for a while, lying still under the blankets. He knew that refusing to consummate the marriage could lead to severe punishment—maybe even death. And yet, he didn’t seem to regret it. He knew exactly what he was risking.

But no one would ever know.

I hesitated, fidgeting with my hands.

" I’m not an obedient woman. I don’t know how to cook. Or iron..."

It was the only thing I could bring myself to say.

Nick opened one eye and studied me for a moment.

"Good thing I do," he replied before shutting his eyes again.

Something inside me eased. It was as if I had been carrying a pocket full of stones and someone had suddenly lifted the weight away.

Could I return to my work with the resistance?

What would happen if he found out I was part of Mayday?

I slipped under the covers, careful not to touch him.

That night, for the first time since arriving in Gilead, I slept peacefully.

[supercap2319]

It’s snowing and reader asks Barry and Chillblaine to keep him warm.

"Aren't you cold? I'm freezing." Y/N said. He walked into the living room to find Barry in the kitchen, and Mark by the window shirtless.

Barry looks up from his cup of hot chocolate. "Umm... Speed force keeps me warm."

"And I love this weather." Mark grinned. "Seriously, if I open up this window and stand here in the cold shirtless, I'd be good."

"Glad you're enjoying the snow, but it's so cold. I need something to warm me up." Y/N's teeth were chattering.

Mark and Barry noticed this as they shared a look before Y/N found himself caught up in a vortex of yellow whirlwind, and suddenly he was on the couch sandwiched between Barry and Mark. His head was against Mark's shirtless body. And Barry's lightning was keeping Y/N warm underneath his fluffy blanket.

"Better?" Barry asked.

"Better." Y/N smiled.

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ok but why am i seeing fanfics for the turkish shooter from the fucking olympics 😭😂 i love this app guys

[happy74827]

People need to be have more hype for all my favorite characters. I’m tired of going to look for fanfics and being forced to write because there’s LITERAL CRUMBS

Populate those fandoms people 👏👏

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Three Little Birds part. 2《Nick Blaine, The handmaid's tell》

A short story about Nick Blaine.

Nick Blaine x oc!fmale

Hi: I love The Handmaid's Tale and the relationship between June and Nick, but I couldn't get this story out of my head. I’m always looking for stories about this character, but I never find exactly what I’m looking for, so I decided to write it myself. I hope it reaches someone. Thank you

I wrote this part with this song on repeat—I think it fits so well.

I had the strange certainty that Rita, the Waterfords' Martha, would strangle me with her bare hands if I let my guard down.

“How did you get this far?”

Anyone overhearing her choice of words might think she despised me, but instead of taking offense, I let out an involuntary snort of laughter. A fleeting smile softened her features before she shook her head and focused on fixing my mess.

“Nick must have the patience of a saint, no doubt about that.” Her expression twisted in distaste as she took a cautious sip from the spoon, grimacing at my creation. “And the stomach of steel.”

Good thing he's the one who does the cooking.

The realization hit me like a bucket of ice water. I had fallen into some kind of daze, a haze that dulled my senses, burying all the worry and unease I should have felt every single day. I bit down on my tongue, stopping myself just in time—one careless remark, one slip of the tongue, and both of us could end up hanging from the Wall.

The strange peace I had lived in for the past few months as Mrs. Blaine had blinded me completely. I had let myself see this woman as something she was not—one of my closest confidantes. Fear settled deep in my chest, its sharp claws scraping their way up my throat until a glassy sheen blurred my vision. I gripped the cold marble countertop as if it could anchor me, steady me—my knuckles turned white under the strain. Tilting my head back, I stared at the ceiling, willing the tears to retreat before they could spill over into something pathetic.

When had I started losing sight of my true purpose here?

I had a vague suspicion. No, I knew. My priorities had been buried beneath a thousand different emotions, tangled and confusing.

A slow, comforting warmth spread across my back in gentle circles. I blinked and looked up to find Rita watching me, her face creased with deep-set worry, the expression of a mother trying to soothe a child.

“Relax, dear. I was only teasing,” she murmured. “You’ll get the hang of it in time. Besides, I’m sure Nick will appreciate the effort. Getting your hands on that cheese wasn’t easy.”

She thought my distress came from failing to cook a decent meal for my poor husband.

In time.

That was exactly what I didn’t want to have here. Time.

I didn’t want to learn these skills—things I had never cared about until they became chains binding me to a life I never chose. I had always loved learning, but for myself. The moment it became an obligation, something done for the satisfaction of others, it turned bitter on my tongue.

Anxiety gripped me again, sharp and unrelenting, coiling like a vice around my lower back. Guilt slithered in alongside it, tightening around my throat. I had been asleep.

For weeks, I had carefully traded and bargained for supplies, gathering ingredients just to prepare something for Nick—to thank him for these past few months. A quiet voice in the back of my mind whispered that maybe, maybe my reasons ran deeper than just gratitude, but I crushed it before it could take shape.

Anger surged in my throat, burning like bile. A wave of nausea rolled over me, and I barely made it to the nearest bathroom before retching violently over the toilet.

As my body trembled with each heaving breath, a distant memory surfaced—an image of myself setting a plate in front of him, my voice cold and detached: "Thank you for not taking advantage of your position and for being decent, Nick."

But maybe that wasn’t what had sent me running to the bathroom.

Maybe it was everything else—the emotions I had been choking down for months, the ones I had buried so deep they were now clawing their way out by force. I let a few stray tears escape, surrendering to them at last. I stayed there, slumped over the toilet, too drained to move, too exhausted to face the woman still trying to fix what I had done.

Nick had to go out that night to take the Commander to who knows where. His absence left me with an unease I couldn't quite justify. Despite having spent months living with this man, whom I now considered something close to a friend, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was an intruder in his space. The fact that I had no personal belongings to place in the room, aside from my clothes, only made things worse.

Everything was infused with remnants of Nick’s former life, and I liked to imagine what it had been like back then. Before he became "the enemy." A sharp pang ran through me at the thought of him in that way. He had never shown any sign of agreeing with what was happening around him, but the signs had made it clear that Nick was not just a simple driver. That only made my confusion more frustrating. An Eye sharing a roof with a Mayday terrorist. The irony of it all was overwhelming.

I sat at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette from the pack my husband had "accidentally" left in plain sight, all because I had once mentioned in passing that anxiety sometimes made me return to such a harmful habit.

A strange sensation twisted my stomach at the realization that I was pleased by the small gesture. I had come to understand that this was his real language. When he came home from work, we would share bits of our lives under the cover of the night, whispering secrets of a past life that was all but forgotten. It was always me who ended up rambling on until sleep lulled me into silence. A few days later, I would find something I had casually mentioned, like the sudden appearance of lavender on the table. His presence was comforting, and little by little, I had started to miss him when he wasn’t there. I rubbed my chest when a warm feeling settled there upon hearing him climbing the stairs.

When he appeared in the doorway and saw me awake, he hesitated, halfway through pushing the door open. He always did that, as if he still wasn’t used to me being here. Without a word, he looked at me carefully, noticing that I had put on one of his old t-shirts. I had taken his word when, in one of our late-night talks, he had suggested I could take whatever I wanted from his closet if I despised the standard at-home attire as much as I had claimed.

I saw the way he held his breath, despite this not being the first time he had seen me like this. And I mirrored him. For a moment, my heart fluttered with unease, wondering if he would finally drop the facade of a considerate man and report me to some Gilead authority for my adulterous behavior. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe—because I refused to acknowledge that the tightness in my chest had been anticipation at the heat I had detected in his gaze.

He tore his eyes from me, staring at the floor as he finally pushed the door fully open. He moved his hand toward me and placed something wrapped in newspaper in front of my eyes.

"I was going to wait until morning, but since you're awake…"

I carefully put out the cigarette, trying to hide the sudden nervousness in my movements. Hesitantly, I took the package, and he sat at the other end of the table, trying not to look directly at me.

Forcing myself to ignore the trembling in my hands, I unwrapped it, and something inside me twisted violently. My breath left my lungs, and a mixture of emotion and fear flooded my senses. I was as confused as I was terrified. The clash of emotions was so intense that my first impulse was to hide the gift beneath the newspapers and frantically look around, as if someone could see through the walls. A cold sweat ran down my back, and only Nick’s warm hand pulled me from the storm of sensations. But it didn’t just stop my mind from spinning—it reassured me in a way I hadn’t expected.

"You mentioned it a couple of nights ago, and…"

"It's forbidden." I cut him off, afraid that if he said it out loud, someone might hear, even though that was impossible. His thumb brushed over my skin, trying to soothe the fear that must have been evident on my face.

A shadow of a smile appeared on his lips, and a new, unfamiliar sensation twisted in my stomach. I surprised myself by wanting to see that expression again.

"I’m not going to say anything. Are you?"

I shook my head several times and gave his hand a squeeze before pulling away and uncovering the precious, dangerous gift he had given me. That innocent-looking object could cost us both our lives, but that didn’t stop the smile stretching across my lips until it nearly reached my ears. "Emma." Seeing those words—the first I had read in almost two years—made tears well up in my eyes. I blinked rapidly and put some distance between myself and the book, afraid of damaging it with moisture. Muscle memory took over, and I lifted it to my nose, flipping through the pages quickly. I inhaled its scent and, for a moment, distanced myself from the horrors of my reality.

"How…?"

The new regime had not only banned certain books; they had burned them, destroyed them in every way possible. I could already guess what Nick was about to say, because I had long since figured out where he got certain forbidden items for the Waterfords—or for me.

"It was on the black market." He shrugged as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "I remembered that you used to be a literature teacher and that one of your favorite authors was Jane Austen."

He spoke while looking at his hands, nervous. Suddenly, I had the sense that he was making some kind of declaration, but I couldn’t let myself believe it.

My heart pounded so fiercely I was afraid it might burst. I focused again on Nick’s gift, running my fingers over it as if it were something delicate, something that might crumble if I touched it too firmly. Why did it affect me so much? It wasn’t the first time someone had given me something, but this… this was different. It wasn’t an empty gesture, it wasn’t just an object. It was proof that, in this world of shadows and cruel rules, someone saw me. Not as property, not as a function to fulfill, but as a person.

And with that realization came another: something like this didn’t just "appear" in the black market. He had sought it out, maybe even requested it from someone he trusted—someone who wouldn’t turn him in for such an atrocious crime.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I found myself standing before Nick, who was still seated, looking up at me. With a trembling hand, I touched his cheek, and his eyelids fluttered shut. I traced the contours of his face, mapping them in my mind, wanting to etch them into memory. My fingers moved with the same certainty that had been drawing me toward him all along, like a branch swaying in the wind.

Until now, I had kept my distance, believing that what I felt for him was just a reaction to the circumstances—an attraction born from the need for shelter in a world that wanted to consume me. But in that moment, I saw him. Truly saw him.

Not as the Commander’s driver. Not as a potential Eye. Not as my husband of convenience.

I saw him as the man who "forgot" cigarettes so I could smoke in peace, despite it being forbidden for women. As the man who brought lavender to the table when I had once mentioned it was my favorite scent. As the man who had turned a blind eye so many times when I returned home with packages of questionable origin.

I moved closer, barely aware of my own movements. Nick didn’t pull away. I studied the contours of his face, the lines etched by exhaustion, and for the second time that night, my breath caught in my throat as he slowly opened his eyes.

Deliberately, I let my fingertips trace along his jaw, brushing against the rough texture of his barely-there stubble. My fingers continued their path, skimming over his cheek, tracing the arc of his cheekbone in an absentminded caress. A flood of memories crashed over me—memories I had buried deep, afraid of what would happen if they ever surfaced.

I remembered the brush of his hand against mine as he passed me a cup of tea in the quiet hours of the night. It wasn’t the touch itself, but what came after. He didn’t let go right away. Just a second, maybe two, but his thumb moved—slowly, deliberately—as if trying to memorize the texture of my skin before he finally pulled away. From that moment on, we had both found excuses, no matter how small or absurd, to seek out those fleeting touches. A silent confirmation that we were still here.

The memories urged me forward. I lowered my hand, tracing the corner of his lips with my fingertip. And when I felt the softness of his lips beneath my touch, I remembered the first time I had truly laughed since being trapped in that place. I couldn’t recall the joke or what had led to it—only the way my chest had shaken with forgotten joy. The pleasant ache in my cheeks from holding tension for too long, the sting in my eyes from unshed tears. But most of all, I remembered the way Nick had looked at me—intense, burning.

As his breath brushed against my fingers, I realized he was looking at me the same way now—waiting, patient. Watching for my next move. My fingertips drifted down to the curve of his neck, feeling the quickened pulse beneath his skin.

I remembered the tightness in his jaw when Commander Waterford had made a barely veiled suggestion—an alternative way for us to “fulfill our duty.” How my throat had closed up, unable to find the words to escape the conversation. But I hadn’t needed to. Because Nick had appeared from nowhere, resting a hand on my back and leaning in, brushing his nose against my temple before pressing the lightest of kisses there, sending a rush of heat to my cheeks. Then, with complete ease, he straightened and turned his gaze to the Commander without letting go of me. “We appreciate your concern, but that won’t be necessary,” he said with a quiet confidence that stole my breath.

He could have let me flounder. He could have let me speak, knowing how much it cost me to hold back, to hurt myself, to become the easiest solution to an inconvenient problem. After all, what was I to him? Just an obligation. A forced tie. Letting me go would have been easy.

But he chose to save me.

The memories, the emotions, the accumulation of small moments—once scattered crumbs, now a mountain—tightened in my chest. Because this wasn’t just kindness. It wasn’t just refuge or an escape from the prison I was trapped in.

And I saw, too, the truth I had been trying so hard to deny.

It was him.

It was the way he looked at me, the way he protected me without expecting anything in return. The way he always stood just a little closer than necessary, the patience with which he waited for me to take the next step, the certainty that if I chose to retreat, he would remain exactly where he was—just like now.

My fingers trembled as they brushed against his lips again, feeling the warmth of his breath on my skin. Nick didn’t move. He waited. He always waited.

And I didn’t want to run anymore.

"You know..." I leaned in, close enough to hear his breath hitch, turning shallow, unnatural. "In another life, I would have come to you."

I didn’t realize I was crying until he wiped my tears away, gentle and fleeting, as if afraid to overstep. His gaze, once fixed on my lips, now locked onto my eyes, searching for something even I didn’t know existed.

"Oh, yeah?" His voice carried a trace of curiosity. "Why?"

My heart pounded, but I didn’t hesitate.

"Because..." Our noses nearly brushed, and the weight of the moment shattered the last of my defenses. "I would have seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. I would have noticed how careful you are, how you give me space without being asked. I would have caught the way your brow furrows when something worries you, the way your voice softens when you speak to me. And I would have liked all of it. You would have captivated me."

Nick didn’t speak. He just looked at me, something shifting in his expression—something intense and resolute. The seconds stretched, an eternity suspended between us. For a moment, I thought I had made a terrible mistake, that I had misread his kindness for something it wasn’t.

But then, with agonizing slowness, his lips brushed against mine. Barely a kiss—more of a question than an answer. A moment frozen in time.

His lips moved against mine, slow, deliberate, disarming in their gentleness. This wasn’t a kiss born of desperation, of survival. It wasn’t the practiced touch of a husband fulfilling a duty. It was something deeper, something real. His hand found my waist, the pressure firm yet hesitant, as if he, too, was stepping over an invisible line. I sighed against his lips.

After everything I had endured, all the suffering I had swallowed without an outlet, I could let it go here, in the safety of his presence. Nick absorbed every ounce of pain I poured into him, and when his tongue brushed mine, he transformed it into something else. Something warm and sweet. A silent comfort that tried to soothe the fire raging inside me.

Heat. Longing.

I clung to his shirt, searching for something solid to anchor myself to as the kiss deepened, losing its initial hesitation. Nick took in my anguish without pulling away, without fleeing. And when his arms tightened around me, when his mouth demanded more, I understood—I wasn’t alone in this. He was drowning, too. And somehow, in the wreckage, we had found each other.

When we finally broke apart, the air between us was thick with something unbreakable. I pressed my forehead to his, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Nick’s breath was ragged, and when his fingers slipped into mine, I knew.

I knew what I hadn’t allowed myself to admit before.

This wasn’t just desire. It wasn’t just a survival strategy.

I was falling for Nick.

I had been falling for him from the beginning—in every silent conversation, in every fleeting touch, in every moment when his presence reminded me that I wasn’t entirely alone.

But what did love mean in a place like this? Was it real, or just a mirage in the desert? Could I trust my own feelings when everything in this world was designed to break us, to manipulate us, to make us dependent on the smallest scrap of humanity left within us?

My hands trembled as I gripped the sink. Water dripped against the porcelain, each drop a reminder of reality trying to cut through the chaos of my thoughts. I leaned down, letting the cold water run over my fingers, as if it could wash away the memory of that night.

Despite having found what felt like a lifeboat in the middle of a storm, the bitter taste of guilt wouldn’t leave my mouth.

I took a deep breath, running a hand over my face, forcing myself to regain control. I couldn’t afford to lose it. Not here. Not now.

I straightened and left the bathroom, my steps unsteady with the weight of it all. A question had begun to take root in my mind: Had this been my husband’s strategy all along? Had Nick deceived me, luring me into submission, turning me into an obedient wife without force?

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the poisonous thought. Then I remembered the night before—how he had warned me to be more careful next time I helped a Martha escape, to make sure no one followed me.

My husband, likely an Eye, knew I was still involved in underground activities. And once again, he had covered for me. Not only that, but last night, he had held me in his arms as I trembled from fear.

When I stepped into the kitchen, Rita was there, her expression alight with something I didn’t understand. Before I could ask, she took my hands in hers with unexpected tenderness.

"Blessed be the fruit," she whispered, her voice unsteady.

The air thickened around me. Something ignited inside me—a fire I didn’t recognize at first, an ache I hadn’t realized was still lurking.

Affection.

That was Rita’s tone. The warmth with which my mother used to whisper comforting words when I was a child, the gentle way her hands would cradle mine.

My entire body tensed at once, not fully grasping what was happening. I stared at the woman before me, bewildered, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words. But Rita only looked at me, her eyes shining, her grip tightening around my hands with a warmth I hadn’t expected. And in that moment, with that simple touch, the truth crashed down on me like a collapsing wall.

Blessed be.

The pieces clicked into place all at once.

The morning nausea. The constant exhaustion. The way my body had felt different, foreign, over the past few days.

A shudder ran through me as Rita’s words echoed in my mind, over and over again.

No.

No, it couldn’t be.

But the world spun violently around me, and flashes of my nights with Nick surged behind my closed eyes like forbidden memories. The way he looked at me when he thought I wouldn’t notice. The heat of his body beside mine in the dark, the rhythm of his breathing syncing with my own. His mouth on my skin, his hands exploring me with restrained urgency. And the way that, when it was over, he never pulled away. Instead, he held me against his chest, as if making sure I was still there.

I remembered his lips murmuring my name, breathless. The way my own voice had broken in response. And the realization that, despite the horror surrounding us, despite the fear and the uncertainty, I had come to crave those moments. A wave of dizziness crashed over me, and I had to steady myself against the table. Rita’s grip tightened.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

No. No, I wasn’t.

Because if all of this was true, if what Rita believed was real—

Terror clawed at my chest.

The door opened, and I heard familiar footsteps. I would recognize them anywhere.

My body reacted before my mind, turning toward him instinctively. The movement was too sudden, and my knees buckled beneath me. The world tilted, darkness swallowing everything.

I braced for the impact—the hard floor that would finally wake me from this nightmare—but instead, strong arms caught me.

His worried face was the last thing I saw. The crease between his brows, the lines of tension carving his features. A hand brushed loose strands of hair from my face.

His mouth moved, but his voice sounded so distant, as if it were coming from another room. My mind slipped away to a fleeting memory—to the way those lips had traced my skin with a devotion that should have been impossible in Gilead. That was what had led to this disaster.

I tried to speak, but no voice came, only desperation. Nick’s attention shifted to Rita, and I thought I heard him ask something about me. And then, Rita spoke the words that made everything real.

"She’s pregnant."

And the world went black.

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maybe i am as think as you drunk i am, actually

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A/N: Someone else is kind of half to blame for this, so I hope you're happy now, clearly I should never be encouraged about anything ever

Also I put more than one reference to one of my favorite poems in here, anyone that spots them gets a cookie

Summary: This is tooth-rotting garbage, but you're all welcome to get in the dumpster with me, c'mon pspspsps

Pairing: Blaine DeBeers/F!Reader

Notes: Fluff (sort of?), light scent kink I guess??? wine being tragically wasted

Length: 2.1k

You doubt that you're ever going to like this house. It's too big and too empty somehow, making it feel more like a showroom than a home where someone would actually live. But right now, lounging alone in the huge bed, you might be starting to slowly warm up to it. Looking out the unnecessarily big windows the view isn't anything special, but when it's this late and you're this happy, the lights of the city look almost pretty. Being somewhat tipsy probably helps a bit, though. Perhaps even more than a bit, but you're not quite drunk, not yet. Besides, he's not that far behind, a bit more loose-limbed and relaxed than usual, though that might mostly be because of the sex. Either way everything just feels genuinely good right now, in a way you can't remember feeling in a long time.

Eventually the quiet sound of footsteps pulls you from your thoughts. You can't honestly say that you're much of a fan of the robe either. Wanting to be cozy is something you can respect but it's ostentatious to an almost comical degree, not that you'd ever volunteer your thoughts on it. The one thing that's currently serving to improve your opinion on it is the fact that he's got absolutely nothing on underneath, and with the way it's haphazardly tied only half-closed, there's plenty to look at.

"God, you're like a fucking work of art," you groan, not caring if it sounds stupidly over the top. Not having to guard your heart quite so closely anymore means you can just enjoy this to the fullest for as long as it lasts, and you plan to do exactly that. "I'm starting to understand how that guy that wanted to eat the Mona Lisa felt, I think."

"Wow, not sure if I should be flattered or concerned, here." That was probably not what he was expecting you to say, and he shakes his head with a short laugh. "You know, if you want to pay me a compliment you can just do that, right? You don't have to make things up."

"I'm not!"

"Sure you're not." He scrunches his nose at you as the reluctant smile tugging at his lips finally reaches his eyes, and for a second it almost makes him look boyish. Oh, you are definitely in trouble. "Quest for libations was successful, by the way." Hoisting a freshly opened bottle, he gives it a little waggle in your direction.

"About time." You reach over and grab your empty glass off the nightstand, holding it out expectantly. "Gimme."

"You're awfully demanding tonight," he scoffs, refilling first your glass and then his own, before pointedly putting the bottle down on the nightstand on his side of the bed, out of your reach. "Watch it, or I might start thinking about cutting you off."

"You'd separate an innocent woman from her wine? Maybe you really are a monster." Even though you've already had him once tonight, you can't deny the effect that watching him carelessly shrug the robe off has on you. Everything about him is so damn touchable, you're not sure if you can ever get enough.

"Hardly innocent, doll." He quirks a brow at you before reaching for his own glass. Watching the way his throat moves as he swallows has your own mouth going dry. Maybe at some point you'll grow tired of this, of him, but it clearly isn't going to happen any time soon. The way he stretches out on the bed is completely shameless, but in the end it's how comfortable he looks that really gets to you, making your heart grow soft until it feels like a piece of taffy sticking to the inside of your ribs. "And I'm pretty sure it's actually my wine, so…"

Taking a few sips from your glass, you simply watch him for a few seconds, letting your gaze slide over his body. If he minds the staring he doesn't say so, but right now you'd like to do more than just look. Putting the glass down within easy reach, you lay down on your side next to him, scooting in close.

"I meant it, though." You can't quite resist leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. It's barely more than a peck, but the way he leans into it still has your belly filling with honest-to-god butterflies. Who knew that letting yourself just be a bit in love would turn you into basically a teenager again?

"Meant what?" His wine-sweetened breath ghosts over your lips and this close, his eyes are very blue. It's infuriating how even his eyelashes are pretty.

"That you're beautiful." Gently cupping his chin in your hand you lean in for another kiss, stroking the top of his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. His mouth is soft and yielding at first, but then you can feel his lips pull into a smile against yours.

"You're a sappy drunk."

"You really think so?" You pull back, reaching over and grabbing your glass, taking a sip before slowly sliding your free hand down his body. Over the curve of his shoulder, down to his waist and over his stomach. "You're just so damn pretty, I can't help myself." The shape of his hip bone fits against your hand so perfectly that if you were a bit more conceited, you'd think that he was made specifically for you. "Besides, it's your own fault for making me fall in love with you, you know."

"So we're shifting blame now? Funny, I was kind of under the impression that you were a grown woman capable of taking responsibility for her own actions, are you saying that's not true?" Blinking innocently at you, he knows exactly how to get under your skin. His tone is playful but your brain is too busy catching and stuttering on the 'we' to really appreciate how fully in his element he is when he's teasing you. "Should I be putting my clothes back on?"

"Absolutely not." When he opens his mouth to respond with something undoubtedly clever, you press a finger to his lips. "Shut." You hadn't really expected it to work, so when he nips at your finger with his teeth it doesn't come as much of a surprise. Pulling back, you shake your head at him, feigning disappointment. "You're terrible."

"And you love it." He looks incredibly pleased with himself as he stretches out on his back, tucking one hand behind his head.

"Maybe I do. Shame about that mouth, though." It's something of a balancing act to lean in and trail kisses down the side of his neck without spilling everywhere but you manage, if only just. It's gets a bit easier when he tilts his head to give you better access. As you gently suck at the spot right where his jaw meets his neck, he lets out a contented little sigh. "You smell really good, maybe I should eat you. At least that might shut you up for a change." Grinning against his skin you carefully drag your teeth over the same spot, making his eyes slide shut.

You're not sure what exactly possesses you to move lower, dropping kisses across his chest and then down his side. It probably should feel a bit repulsive and it might have been if you'd been sober, but the wine isn't entirely to blame as you nuzzle his armpit. The soft hairs there tickle your nose as you pull his scent deep into your lungs, and you hadn't even been lying, because he does smell good. Really good, even.

There's a hint of clean sweat and the lingering traces of whatever body wash he uses mixed with the smooth, peppery scent of some no doubt expensive deodorant. Together with something your hind-brain simply interprets as male it makes a heady cocktail, igniting a gentle heat low in your belly that has you humming happily, not caring about how silly you must look.

"Do you need a moment, or…?"

Popping your head up, you can't keep from giggling at the look on his face, raised brows and all.

"I don't know, maybe?" You press a lingering kiss to the impossibly soft inside of his arm before diving back in for another sniff, just because you can.

"Alright, definitely cutting you off." Rolling his eyes he reaches for your glass, all but trying to snatch it out of your hand, "hand it over."

"Now you're just being mean." You pout, doing your best to hold it out of his reach, "let me at least finish my drink, you brute." When bargaining fails to work and you nip at his side in what is basically self-defense he twitches away with a shivery little gasp, making you both freeze, but for entirely different reasons. "Hold on, are you ticklish here?"

"…No." It's not terribly convincing, so either he's not trying very hard to be or he's simply not that good of a liar, at least not all the time. You feel positively fiendish as you bat your eyelashes at him.

"What about…here?" Moving a fraction higher you do it again, and this time you're rewarded with something that's very nearly a laugh. As he reflexively bats at you the glass gets knocked, wine sloshing messily over the rim and down his side, staining the bedding with dark splotches. "Fuck, sorry." Without thinking you lean in and lap at the stray drips, the salty taste of his skin mixing pleasantly with the wine. As you suck the last drops up, he lays back in the expensive sheets with a low pleased noise.

"I can get new ones."

"Yeah?" This might be more fun than finding out if he's ticklish or not, actually. Carefully tilting the glass, you pour some more out and watch the way it runs in rivulets across his chest, gathering in the hollow of his throat.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm finishing my drink." Which technically isn't even a lie. "Just be still."

He actually stays mostly still as you follow the trail of the wine with your mouth, but dipping your tongue into the shallow well you created quickly turns it into an exercise in self-restraint. There's no polite way to go about it and as you messily suck at the thin, sensitive skin there, the breathy little noises he makes sound almost like music to your ears. It's impossible to get all of it but you try anyway, perhaps a bit harder than you need to, but eventually you're satisfied.

The glass isn't empty yet, though. Swirling it around, it looks like you have maybe a third left, possibly a bit less. Would be a shame to waste it.

This time it runs in a different direction, most of it trickling along the line of his collarbone. It's so precariously gathered there and very nearly spilling, forcing you to be careful as you sip at it. The way he's clearly struggling to stay still but trying to anyway is very nearly sweet, and you almost feel bad for making a bit of a mess. Almost.

There's not much left now, and the very last of it you pour lower. Some of it drips off to the side and down, but you've basically written the bedding off as a lost cause anyway. The rest runs down the soft plane of his stomach before mostly gathering in his navel. Reaching over to the nightstand, you put the now empty glass down.

It's surprisingly difficult not to rush as you move down his body, but you try. Cleaning the drips up first you steadily work your way inwards. Dipping your tongue into the last of it, you thoroughly enjoy the way his breath speeds up and goes a bit more uneven. The feeling of his cock stirring and brushing against you is very distracting, but you still take your time. The fact that you're both going to need a shower after this is no excuse to do a bad job, after all. When you've gotten him as cleaned up as well as it's going to get, you move lower still.

There's a stray drop of wine caught at the edge of the pale patch of stubble there and after making sure that he's watching you lap it up, slowly and deliberately, the short hairs rough and almost catching on your tongue.

"Are you going to ask what I'm doing again?" As you look up at him through lowered lashes, his cock is heavy and smooth and entirely lovely against your cheek.

"No, I think I've mostly got it." His voice is already turning a bit rough around the edges, eyes going heavy-lidded.

"Good."

You haven't found a way of effectively shutting him up yet, but that's no reason to stop trying. So you try.

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Day 12: Skiing

Characters: reader, Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out), Blaine (Hot Tub Time Machine)

Pairing: childhood best friend! Ransom x reader

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, another meet cute, childhood friend!Ransom, ski marshal!Blaine, just so much sass, minor injury, innuendo, meet cute if you squint (because it's me), also you get cookies so win win, jealous!ransom

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine

Summary: Your best friend since childhood brings you to a chalet to get some R&R, with 100% no ulterior motive...

Word count: 1.8k

Divider: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: I have never watched the hot tub time machine... now I will. This inspired another fic that is stuck in the WIP machine. Im actually posting all of the finished fluffcembers ASAP, there's some that aren't quite finished yet but they will be in the next week (Wonderful Life is overtaking me) - Love, Grem x

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Whatever possessed you to let your best friend Ransom Drysdale convince you to go skiing with him, you had no idea.

You were a danger on the slopes and you knew it. You were a terrible skiier. Ransom knew his way around the slopes, irritatingly, like it was second nature and insisted you could be the same if you put a little bit of focus into what you were doing.

Never one to not terrorise you at any given opportunity, Ransom convinced you to follow him up the slope on the lift, promising that you'd be on the baby slope.

The baby slope, it turned out was the smallest mountain of the three. Only very skilled kids were flying past you and you were clinging to Ransom for dear life.

"Ran!" You squeak as he sets up. You're feet are sliding in your skiis, slowly inching your way down the slope.

"Just relax." He chuckles, pushing at your shoulders. "You'll be fine."

You were not fine.

You barrelled down the mountain at breakneck speed only managing to slow down when your legs cross in front of you and you dive head first into the ski marshal near the bottom of the slope; screaming all the way down.

"Hey! Woah!" The ski marshal huffs angrily, just barely holding you up as your feet splay awkwardly. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Sorry," You pant, embarrassment flooding you as you hear Ran's cackling behind you, skiing down behind you utterly relaxed. "It's my first time."

His lips twitch upwards and you fight back a groan.

"First time skiing." You clarify and glare behind your shoulder at Ransom who's slowing to stop.

"I can tell." He chuckles. "You're a danger on the mountain."

"Tell me about it." Ransom's voice calls from behind you.

"You're a turd Ran," You puff, hurriedly letting go of the poor marshal's puffer jacket when you notice you're still clutching him. You glare over at Ransom again, who gives you a shit eating smirk as he strolls up behind you with his skiis on his shoulder.

"Pretty dangerous." The marshal adds seriously, raising an eyebrow at Ransom. "I don't need those sorts of ski shenanigans on my mountain."

"Ski shenanigans?" Ransom rolls his eyes at the ski Marshall. "What are you? God of the mountain?"

Said ski Marshall is helping you stand steady as your legs slide out in opposite directions.

"Maybe I am." The marshall huffs at Ran and once you're steady again, gives you a stunning, charming smile. "The name's Blaine."

Embarassment aside, you give Blaine a once over. A soft mop of brown hair and piercing blue eyes that tell you he takes his job seriously, perhaps even too seriously. However, it's his stupidly good looking face that makes you giddy and giggly as you let him take your hand as you introduce yourself.

"Blaine?" Ransom scoffs and you elbow him in the ribs.

"Shut it, Hugh." You growl at him and he scowls at you. You return Blaine's smile. "Thanks, Blaine. I'm sorry about crash landing on you."

"Not a problem." Blaine reaches to a pocket on his snowmobile and pulls out a flask, wiggling it at you. "Here. Hot cocoa. Should help the nerves."

Warmth rushes to your cheeks as you thank him, taking the hot flask in your padded hands and sipping it carefully. Blaine seems pleased about making you blush and Ransom glower and gives you another stunning smile.

"You're more than welcome to stay here for a bit. I could use the company."

"Hrmph." Ransom puffs his chest and tries to look unaffected that you're not paying attention to him. In fact, it irks him more that you don't even cast a glance in his direction when he harumphs.

Shit-eating smirk gone, Ransom sighs, mentioning to you and Blaine that he's going to finish skiing; but it falls on deaf ears. Grumbling to himself and stomping to the ski lift Ransom knows he has to do something. This whole holiday had been his idea, his plan to finally get you alone to himself, where he could finally be honest with you without the prying eyes of his family butting in and ruining everything.

He'd be dammed if some smarmy ski marshal swept you off your feet before he did.

Snow swept up and brushed his face as he flew down the mountain, opting for a different route to avoid your giggling and gooey eyed expression with the annoying God of the Mountain Blaine. God he hated him.

How could he win you back? How could his grand plan be over before it started?

The cookies.

Your favourite cookies he'd brought to surprise you with. The ones that were a pain in the ass to find - the ones you loved a ridiculous amount; they'd been taken to the room with the bags.

Maybe all was not lost.

He knows he has to ski down the slope you're on (with Blaine) and he knows he should go further along so that he doesn't spot you both. But he doesn't.

Ransom slows as he skis past, watching your rosy cheeked smile as you giggle at something the idiot has said. Bile raises in his throat as anger seeps into his soul and he focuses his eyes forward. You should be laughing with him. Making all of the cute faces you always have done and snipping at him when he teases too much.

Mayyyybe taking you up the mountain was a bad idea.

Maybe.

Undeterred in his plan Ransom makes a beeline for the chalets as soon as he's ditched his skis, his plans for the evening growing arms and legs as he thinks about how to get back in your good books.

When you finally head inside to find your room, you text Ransom to let him know you're heading to shower and change out of your skin gear wondering where he'd disappeared to.

You'd gotten Blaine's number, much to your own excitement, and had wondered if a ski chalet romance was on the cards for you. Smiling to yourself as you approach the large oak desk at the main reception, you wonder if Ran would mind if you ditch him for a date at some point during the trip.

The receptionist stalls your shower by about ten minutes, claiming to have lost the second key to your room and it doesn't strike you as odd until you're 200 yards from the door that she said second key.

"That penny pinching bastard," you mutter, trying the handle and finding it was unlocked. "RAN!"

You're frowning already as you open the door wider and find the lights in the hall are off. Unless there's an axe murderer somewhere in your chalet, Ransom must have taken a diva nap; making your irritation spiral.

Flicking the light on in the hallway, you're surprised to find the floor covered in petals. Are you sure you have the right room?

"Ran?" Your voice is quieter now as you tentatively step inside the threshold. "You in here?"

The living room light is off but there's a warm glow emmanating around the door, where the petals stop. You place your skis down quietly, removing your snow gear while your heart beats furiously in your ears. Surely this was the wrong chalet?

The door creaks as you push it open gently, peeking inside. Ransom is pacing before the fireplace, lit candles basking him in that delicious buttery gold glow. Your eyes drop in front of him, to a table filled with...

"Are those choc chip shortbread rounds?"

Ransom startles and glares at you slightly before softening. He'd also changed out from his snow gear, into his sweater and some loose slacks. He clears his throat, hoping you think the pink of his cheeks is because he's warm.

"Uh, yeah. Had them shipped in." Ransom tries to be nonplussed. "I didn't know if you'd want hot chocolate," he grits out, folding his arms. "But there's tea as well."

"This is for me?" You squeak, walking forward and taking a sweet biscuit. They were your favourites; only a specific brand could reach the perfect blend of buttery goodness with the simple delicacy of a chocolate chip and it was hard to get in the US.

"Who else would it be for?" Ransom huffs, but glances over to you when you hum with delight after a bite of your shortbread.

"It's sweet Ran." You comment and then think of the petals in the hallway, and the stalling of the receptionist. Your eyes narrow at Ransom.

"You... planned this." You say slowly, inching towards him.

"Yeah, duh." Ransom rolls his blue eyes at you like its going out of fashion.

"No, no. You planned this for me." You repeat still eyeing him. He refuses to look down at you, looking at a very interesting dust bunny in one of the alcoves.

"You... we're jealous." You state beginning to smile. "But you had all of this ready anyway."

"Im not jealous." He grumbles, fixing his arms. "How'd you know I had all of this ready? I could've paid someone to get this on a whim. There's no-"

"I know those cookies take at least two months to get delivered." You grin when his lips pull into a thin line. Gotcha.

"O-oh. Right. Well. Maybe this chalet had some left over." Ran argues pathetically, trying to win a game he'd already been bested in.

"Yuh huh." You give him a knowing look and when his eyes sparkle when he finally looks at you properly. "You're a terrible liar."

Ransom's shoulders sag and he sighs but you lean up slightly to ghost your lips against his before placing the rest of your shortbread between his teeth. He looks confused for a second and then frowns at you, eating the cookie hurriedly and grabbing your wrist before you move away, pulling you back against his chest.

"Tell me," you murmur, holding his muscled arm wrapped in the softness of his sweater. "Tell me why you did it."

"Because I like you. A lot." Ransom murmurs back into your ear.

"And you were jealous." You tease and Ransom puffs in annoyance, tickling the skin on your skin. You can hear your heartbeat again, thunderous like last time, but you find yourself smiling.

"A little." His arms wrap around you, caging you against him. His lips are warm when they press against your temple and it's like your body takes a screenshot. It's a tender and warm kiss that makes you feel ready to puke butterflies. You feel slightly foolish for not acting on anything sooner.

"How many other ploys did you have planned to win me over?" You wonder at loud and Ransom chuckles, making your body shake with the vibration.

"Is now a bad time to say that this chalet only has one bed?"

Your head falls against his shoulder as you groan. "Ransom."

[princess-of-thebes-bc]

Blessed Be The Fruit 🍓

Prologue

Nick Blaine x Handmaid! Reader

Warnings: corrupted system of exploiting women for breeding and misogynistic rules.

Being the Handmaiden called Offred, you are scared. You are a young lady and should give birth. But, for some reason, you couldn't get pregnant again.

That's right. You gave birth to babies before you had to give them up and go to a new family. You miss your older children.

This master is different. Is he sterile? Doesn't matter, your life is at risk.

You huffed when you saw the negative sign of the pregnancy test. What must you do?

........

Nick was a chauffeur and nothing special. He was doomed to be someone's bitch dog. He hated being degraded by his boss.

He was an aspiring lawyer before the whole system changed.

He then noticed you. Who wouldn't? You were so beautiful. Yet, sad and worried. He wanted to talk to you but he will be damned.

[americanwh0resstuff]

Have you heard the news that you're dead?

Very short, yet again as I haven’t posted in FOREVER, but here’s a mini oneshot of just fluff and a little banter

Fluff ☁️

Words: 625

Have you heard the news that you’re dead?

The thing I miss the most about being alive is the warmth. I miss the feeling of coming in from the rain, your cheeks burning as soon as the heating hits you, the way your body instantly relaxes in a warm bath, or even feeling that one annoying friend who always puts their cold hands on your back.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes I can still feel the heat radiating off of someone passing by, or burn my hands on a hot cup of coffee, but I miss being warm...

It was raining, again, and the post was pretty empty, only a few regulars and loiterers trying to shelter from the cold, so there wasn't much to do. I stood behind the bar, watching Don E pace back and forth while on the phone, going on about certain shipments and how he needed the menu curators to drop by to go over this week's brains.

Every time the door opened, another drenched customer dripping on the floor, I could practically feel the cold, I was always cold now, I was almost used to it, but I couldn't help the goosebumps that rose on my skin any time I feel the draught breeze past me.

"You look cold..." I turn my head to the voice behind me, Blaine was hovering, as always. I could feel his cotton shirt brush against my arms, I could hear every small breath he took, I was sure that if I just leaned back, he'd rest his chin on top of my head.

"Yeah... it's chilly in here..." I wrap my arms around myself, trying to get some warmth.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, his hands now resting on my shoulders, pulling me back against his chest. My breath hitches as I tense up at the sudden contact.

"Relax... I'm just trying to warm you up..." he leans down, his breath tickling my ear. I hold myself back, almost moaning at the sensation, but I compose myself, melting against his chest.

He wasn't warm either, and he knew that, there was no 'huddling together for body heat', but still, I welcomed the physical affection that he so rarely shows, there were so many lingering hands, almost kisses, hovering behind me during work hours... but now, he finally had his hands on me, soon his arms slip over my shoulders, pulling me closer as he practically leans on me like a countertop.

I take a deep breath, breathing in his cologne. He even smelled warm, like firewood and tobacco, spices and whiskey. I let out a soft sigh and lean back, which made him laugh softly.

"Easy there tiger." He teases, one hand reaching to brush a strand of hair behind my ear.

I tense up a little."Mmh... sorry... I just-" his arms slip from my shoulders down to my waist, tightening around me, his fingers splayed on my stomach. "This is nice... better I mean..."

We stay like that for a while, his hands occasionally pawing at the silk of my dress, caressing my sides through the thin fabric that suddenly felt all too thick between the soft skin of his hands and the burning desire in my stomach. 

I once again find myself leaning against him, trapping him between my body and the counter behind him, but neither of us cared. I could feel him bury his nose in my hair, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers... "why don't we head to my office... there's a heater above my desk..."

I shift slightly and stand up straight, letting him grab my wrist and lead me round back.

He sits down on the expensive leather desk chair.

"Are you gonna come sit on my lap or not?"

[lanawinterscigarettes]

i was debating this a couple months ago but have recently started thinking about it again... should I write for glee??

[ridestomars]

breakfast club — pretty in pink!au omgomg thinking of eddie being the duckie role and steve being the blane 😵‍💫😵‍💫

♡ ─ PRETTY IN PINK, ISN'T SHE?

pretty in pink by the psychedelic furs. love bites by judas priest. more than a woman by bee gees. when i think of you by janet jackson.

💭 liv’s thoughts: I'M IN LOVE!! this is such a good concept and now i just want to write a thousand blurbs abt eddie singing bee gees to get your attention !!! literally all i'll be thinking about for the rest of the week

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[bi-lavelent]

Lone Wolf (Quinn Fabray x Fem reader 13) Double Sectionals

I’m so sorry this one took so long I was sick. But here you go I hope you that you like.

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Bullying, Cussing, Smut

The week of sectionals Santana and me had gotten back together but we’re taking it one step at a time. Knowing that we will be tense for the next couple of weeks.

But it was hitting Santana worse than I accepted. Her parents were still gone they were gonna come back and see sectionals. Which was worrying her even worse. With the added stress of not knowing who was gonna take New Directions to Sectionals after the whole ordeal with Mr.Schue getting kicked out of the hotel he was living in well him and his wife were going through their divorce because of squatters rights. He had used one of the mattresses that the glee club had gotten during their commercial. Which I keep watching on YouTube because Santana when she’s laying on the bed and rubbing it. Was so hot and reminded me of the fun w have.

Crawford allowed us to take off Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. So that we can practice and go see our competitors Sectionals. Things had been a bit awkward with Nicky after what happened. I walked in on Tuesday right before I had flag football practice which was my last one of the week as well.

“Do you miss your Sapphic Goddess? You know I’m sure your girlfriend loves the tricks that I taught you.” Nicky said

“What do you want Nicky?” I asked

“I just want to remind you of the fun we had last week. Maybe I could jog your memory with our round 8.” Nicky said

“Look Nicky it was a one time thing that I regretted the second after it was done. I don’t like you. Do I find you attractive? Yes. Were you good in bed? Yes but you and me will never happen. Unless you kill everyone on the list before you which is sevral pepole and there’s three of them that you could never place and one of them is my hot, sexy, badass, scary girlfriend. Now let’s practice for sectionals and then I’m leaving.” I said

“Well if you two ever break up you know where to find someone who will make you orgasm.” Nicky said

After Glee practice and Flag football I drove home. The next day I drove Santana to McKinley and just chilled around until glee time. I couldn’t stay in there but I wanted to come visit everybody. I quietly walked in.

“I hope we don’t get stuck with Mr.sincorey as our sectionals supervisor .” Artie said

”The creepy math teacher?” Tina asked

”He’s always singing when he walks down the hall.” Kurt said as Mercedes shook her head

“Hey guys did any of you think it was weird the way that Puck rushed to Quinn’s side after rehearsal the other day.” Rachel asked as she ran in

“No.” Mercedes said

“I mean he likes her. I mean their friends. We all know that.” Artie said

“Yeah but it seemed like more than that. I never told you guys this before but I’m a little psychic. I can’t read minds or anything yet but I do have a sixth sense but something is definitely going on there.” Rachel said

“Hey guys what are you guys up to?” I asked

“Oh my god Y/N hi.” Kurt said

“How’s the new school?” Tina asked

“Why are you wearing a letterman jacket.” Artie asked

“It’s great the Glee club is the cool kids and to answer your question Artie I’m on our schools flag football team we currently 3-0.” I said

“Okay well I’m gonna go to the bathroom I’ll be back in a minute.” Rachel said as she left

“We need to leave here and call everyone.” Artie said

We all got into a phone call

“Hey she’s onto it.” Mercedes said

“I know it’s really freaking me out.” Tina said

“Arties buzzing in.” I said

“Guys this is serious if she finds out she’s gonna tell Finn. She a total trout mouth.” Artie said

“Look I can help you guys I can’t be in the glee club meetings for obvious reasons but I can help run intermission.” I said

“Kurt wants in.” Tina said handing her phone to Kurt

“I see we lock Rachel up tell after sectionals.” Kurt said

“As amazing as that sounds and as much as I already have somewhere to lock her up.” I said

“We can’t we need her to sing.” Mercedes said

“Can I lock her up after sectionals look I don’t go to this school but I still really don’t like her.” I said

“No.” Tina said

“Damn her talent.” Kurt said

“We just heard. Who told?” Santana said

“We assumed it was you.” Artie said

“Why would I do that.” Santana said

“To get back at Puck aren’t you guys dating.” Kurt said

“Sex is not dating.” Santana said

“If it was me and Santana would be dating.” Brittnay said

“Okay well we have to come up with a plan to keep Puck away from Quinn, Quinn away from Rachel and Rachel away from everyone. I say we circle back to locking her up and release if her the day of sectionals. That the only way to stop what’s inevitable from happening.” I said

“What are you doing on the line?” Brittnay asked

“She’s here a McKinley.” Kurt said

“I wanted to stop by and visit you guys that and also Figgins wants to see me to finish sending my paperwork over to Crawford.” I said

“Look I don’t wanna rock the boat since Quinn got pregnant I’m too dog around here.” Santana said

“Hang on Rachel’s walking by hi Mama.” Mercedes said

“Okay we’re clear.” I said after Rachel had passed us

“We can not let Rachel figure this out.” Mercedes said

“If she tells Finn you can kiss your male lead soloist goodbye and probably any chance at winning. Unless you guys can come up with a whole new set list in three days.” I said

I waited til glee ended that day. Not realizing that Rachel had already gotten to Puck.

“We had to re-make our fucking set list. But Mercedes got the Ballad.” Santana told me as we headed out to the car.

“Fuck Yeah.” I said

The next day I was in Glee class waiting for everyone to show up. Just to tell them that I would see them at sectionals that weekend. As they started to practice I couldn’t stay or keep visiting. Otherwise my team will be bard from competing.

I sat up at the top the first one to enter was Santana who came and sat next to me. It was like old times except I was finally dating her. Everything was calm. But I guess that what they say theirs always a calm before the storm. Because before we knew it Finn came in and started beating the crap out of Puck. I jumped up after letting him get a few good hits in I mean I also wanted Puck hurt. For the same reason and for another one and then I ran up and Pulled Finn off Puck when Mr.Schue came in. Me and some of the football dudes helped keep him away from Puck.

“TELL THE TRUTH!!” Finn yelled

“Bro just came in and Sucker punched me.” Puck said

Finn started speaking in what sounded like gibberish because he was so angry.

“Who told you this Finn?” Quinn asked

“Obviously it was Rachel.” Kurt said

“I didn’t do anything.” Rachel said

“Yeah it was Rachel but I want to hear it from you. I want to hear it from both of you.” Finn said

“Just calm down.” Mr.Schue said

“NO THEIR BOTH LYING TO ME. Is it true. Just tell me is it true.” Finn said

Quinn walked up to him crying “Yeah. Puck is the father.”

“All that stuff in the hot tub … you just made that up.” Finn said

“You were stupid enough to buy it.” Puck said which made Finn angry you could see it in his eyes he lunged at Puck.

“Hey, Hey, Hey Let’s go take a walk in the hallway okay buddy.” I said pushing him back

“I am so sorry.” Quinn said

“Screw this. I’m done with you.” Finn said leaving

“Okay well Y/N you have to leave too practice is gonna start and you can’t be here anymore for the rest of this week.” Schue said

“Yes Mr.Schuester.” I said leaving and catching up with Finn

“You me Gym now.” I said

Finn got into my car as I drove to the gym.

“Put boxing gloves on Picture all you emotions take them out on the bag right now.” I said

Soon enough Finn had seemed to calm down

“I at least have a reason to be mad at my Puck.” Finn said

“I have a reason to.” I said

“What the fact that your in love with Quinn to bad you’ll never have or the fact that your in love with Santana and he broke her heart.” Finn said

“I can’t tell you why.” I said

“Well then let me guess.” Finn said

“No.” I said

“Oh my god you were sleeping with Quinn too how could you do that to me.” Finn said

“Nope definitely not I wish though.” I said

“Oh my god are you and Santana together I mean she always gave me Bi vibes as a bisexual myself.” Finn said

“Welcome to the community.” I said

“Wait you didn’t say no and I won’t tell anyone anything.” Finn said

“Trust me buddy I hate him as much as you.” I said

“Well there’s a spot open for my best friend.” Finn said

“You want me to be your best friend?” I asked

“Yeah I mean you’re cool and we’re friends.Plus I have already told you stuff that Puck never knew.” Finn said

“Well I guess I can be your best friend.” I said

“Can you drive me home?” Finn asked

“Yes I can.” I said

I called Quinn to make sure that she was okay

“Hey are you okay. I’m sorry I left I just wanted to make sure Finn calmed down before his anger got him in a car accident.” I said

“No I understand. Yeah I’m fine Rachel was brave enough to do what I needed to do but couldn’t. I just need to do this without men for a while.” Quinn said

“Well if you ever need a muscular lesbian to come over and help or just bring you pickles and cream cheese at any time 24/7 just call me.” I said

“Thank you I’m gonna go to bed now this day and this baby aren’t a good mix.” Quinn said

“Okay well I will see you Saturday!!! I will be the one who’s screaming cheering you guys on.” I said as she hung up

I went to practice with the Crawford Country girls. Which was supposed to only last two hours which would mean I would get home around five but ofcourse we stayed longer a lot longer we practiced til midnight and then I went home and went into my room and saw Santana laying on my bed the same position we had been sleeping in since we got

back together. Her parents were still on their trip. I went and put pajamas on and cuddled into Santana. The next day we woke up at 5:30 am cause Santana had to be at McKinley to leave at 6:00am. I drove her to McKinley with her bags so that she could stay at the hotel and sing. Then I drove to Crawford to get on my bus to watch them perform. Hopefully the Finn blowup didn’t mess up their chances. The bus ride mostly consisted of us practicing the songs that we were gonna sing for our sectionals.

Saturday: Sectionals started at eleven. We arrived at ten and went and sat down there was a large group of seats in front of our group. We sat there for a while until the people in front of us filled in I looked up to see McKinley. They all looked extremely nervous for obvious reasons. I stood up cause I was sitting on the edge of the row because Lucy had booked the tickets wrong. But I didn’t mind I would be getting to sit next to my friends. I just pray that I’m not sat next to Rachel or Puck I would literally rather kill myself. Stupid me Rachel sat right next to me. We were listening to them perform. When I started to recognize the songs the were the same songs that Santana had been singing in her room they were McKinleys set list. There is only one person evil enough to do this the one the only Sue Satan Spawn Sylvester.

“They stole your set list.” I told rachel

“It’s a really popular song.” She said looking at me and then down the row

The girls than came out in wheelchairs and sang proud Mary.

“They stole your set list.” I said looking at everone

Everyone walked out. I looked around none of them knew what to do and Mrs.Pillsbury was freaking out. I got up to make sure that they were okay. When I rounded to corner I saw Artie ramming his chair into the wall and everyone else down.

“Alright, everyone, listen up! I know things seem tough right now. Sure, they stole your set list, and yeah, Sue probably leaked it. But think about this: they had to steal from you because you're that good. You set the standard. You have talent, you have looks, and you have integrity. You are the ones to beat, not the other way around. So let's stop feeling sorry for ourselves and start focusing on what you do best. You can sing circles around those other schools. You could sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' and still knock the judges' socks off. Show them what you're made of. Come together, create a killer new set list, and show everyone why you're the ones they'll remember. Let's do this!" I said

“You know what Y/N. Right we got this.” Rachel said as they all started thinking.

“Thank you.” Mrs.Pillsbury said

"No problem. If my team and I are going to compete at sectionals, I need a group that earned their spot fair and square. Besides, I love them - I might have moved away, but they're like family to me." I said

“Go back to your group before we have to come on.” Mrs.Pillsbury said

I walked back to my seat and sat down.

“What happened?” Will asked running up to Mrs.Pillsbury

“There better now Y/N came out and gave them an inspirational motivational speech. They are making a new set list.” Mrs.Pillsbury said

I sat down and watched the deaf kids sing the rest of The New Directions set list

“And know our finally team McKinley highs New directions.” The announcer said

I saw that they had done it they had changed the set list. I might have gotten to exited and hopeful and Snapped my fingers and said “Let’s go.” In a deep guttural voice that cause Mrs.Pillsbury to look at me and smile knowing that I was just so proud of them.

Rachel started off with a sole singing rain on my parade from Finny girl. She went and sat at the end of aisle on Mrs.Pillsbury chair and sang. The rest of the glee club joined.

“Which one is she?” Nicky whispered in my ear

“You don’t get know okay what happened between you and me was a one time thing. Also it doesn’t matter they all are hotter than you I would rather sleep with the men then sleep with you again.” I whispered back

“It’s the Latina isn’t it. She looks your type black hair, a killer smile, Nice tits.” Nicky whispered back

“I’m trying to watch my friends perform okay so please stop.” I said

Soon Rachel’s song was over and I shoot up out of my seat to give a standing ovation and then sat down to hear everyone else sing a song that I had never heard before. But that was good. I saw Mrs.Pillsbury with tears in her eyes and it wasn’t til Lucy handed me tissues til I realized that I was also crying. I was extremely proud of them. I started dancing in my seat until I realized all my teammates had stood up and were dancing so I stood up with them and clapped along. We stayed standing up giving another standing ovation.

Me and my team went and got some snacks at concessions well the judges decided who was gonna win.

“They were good but we are better we can totally beat any of those teams.” Lucy said

“Yeah and the New directions seemed unpracticed.” Jess said

“Well I think that they did great.” I said

“Yeah you were crying.” Lucy said

“Look the others stole their set list because one of their coaches named sue sylvester gave it away they made that set list in one hour.” I said

We headed in for the award ceremony.

Everyone headed in to get ready for awards.

“In third place Jane Adam’s Academy, and for the moment you have all been waiting for in first place We have McKinley highs New Directions.” The announcer read

“Wow let’s go!!!” I screamed

The next Monday at McKinley Sue got fired as coach of the Cheerios. Will was reinstated as the head of glee club. Will was in the choir room as glee club stood in a C shape

“Well we have something to tell you Mr.Schue. First.” Finn said stepping to the side of the trophy to reveal it

“I am so proud of you guys you won fair and square. The vote was unanimous and the judges didn’t even know about all the shenanigans behind the scenes. So congratulations you earned this. (Everyone clapped) come on give it up alright. But know we have regionals to worry about and you can bet that Vocal adrenaline and The Crawford country girls are hard at work so we should be too. But that doesn’t mean that we don’t support one of our own. Vocal adrenaline won there sectionals last week, We won our this week and at the end of this week we are gonna go support The Crawford country girls. But first let’s get started on regionals.” Mr.Schue said

“Ah wait Mr.Schue there one more thing.” Puck said

“Since you weren’t able to come and be there to see us perform we put together a special number just for you take a seat.” Rachel said

Meanwhile at Crawford

“Okay girls we have sectionals this weekend. Which means we will be doing the tradition of living at the school and committing every waking hour till the end of the week. We have sleeping bags and shower supplies for everyone we asked everyone to bring comfortable clothes to practice in. On t Wednesday we will change into the cowgirl outfits that we will be wearing well we perform. From here on out You will Eat, Sleep, and Breath our set list. Then on Friday we don’t talk we rest our vocal cords.” Jess said

The rest of the week was hell Finally Friday came and we got on the bus and headed to the hotel. The same thing that McKinley had done. When we got to the hotel everyone checked into their bedrooms and I was getting mine ready when I felt a bunch of eyes looking at me and someone wrap their arms around me. I turned around to try to see who it was. It was hope was giving me a hug and the rest of the glee kids were there too.

I pulled out my phone and texted Rachel

I love you all so much!!! You didn’t have to come and watch thank you. Tell everyone that I am not allowed to talk otherwise if anyone in my team sees me I will be thrown in an ice bath. I will talk to you guys tomorrow I promise.

Rachel said exactly why I had texted to everyone as they all responded I shook my head and then walked away. Santana followed and got in the elevator with me.

“What are you doing?” I asked when the elevator doors closed I hadn’t pressed a button yet.

“I thought that you couldn’t talk.” Santana said

“I can’t So what do you want?” I asked

“Nothing I don’t even want you to make a noise. I’m just gonna follow you to your room.” Santana said

All of a sudden the elevator stopped.

“Shit this is just grate!!!” I said as the lights in the elevator went off

Santana slowly without we realizing had slipped her hand into my pants and had inserted a finger inside of me.

“You know we’re not in orange is the black” I said grabbing her hand. Trying to pull out which some how just made it go deeper. I moaned at the feeling of the finger inside of me. As she started thrusting her finger in and out of me. We had more fun well they worked on the elevator. Which both groups were waiting for well we had fun with each other. Soon enough the elevator started moving again. We threw our pants on quickly. As the doors soon opened up to the New Direction and the Country girls.

“Are you two okay?” Schue asked

“Yeah just a bit shaken up.” I said

“Yeah what happened?” Santana asked

“The power cut to the whole hotel.” Jess said

“Okay well we need to go practice for tommorow.” Lucy said

“I thought that we weren’t talking or singing.” I said

“We’re not were practicing the dance moves.” Lucy said

“Okay well bye guys I’ll see you after the performance tomorrow.” I said

“See yeah.” Kurt said

I walked away with county girls to one of the conference rooms.

We practiced til eleven pm and then we finally headed to our rooms. When I got to my room I laid down and bed and went straight to sleep. The next day was performance we were going third against Dalton Academy who was our brother school and Coldwater high school. We went and sat down and watched The Coldwater Cutthroat’s who was going first. We all went for different themes the cutthroats choose Home which you could tell by there songs. (Song 1 Back home again by John Denver, Song 2 Home by daughtry and Song 3 Take me home tonight by Eddie Money. )

There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away The whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder

He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky Ten days on the road are barely gone There's a fire softly burning, supper's on the stove It's the light in your eyes that makes him warm

Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again

There's all the news to tell him, how'd you spend your time? What's the latest thing the neighbors say And your mother called last Friday, sunshine made her cry You felt the baby move just yesterday

Hey, it's good to be back home again, yes it is Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again

Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down Feel your fingers feather soft on me The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way The happiness that livin' with you brings me

It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you It's the little things that make a house a home Like a fire softly burning and supper on the stove The light in your eyes that makes me warm

Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again

Hey, it's good to be back home again, you know it is Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Hey, it's good to be back home again I said, hey, it's good to be back home again

I'm staring out into the night Tryin' to hide the pain I'm going to the place where love And feeling good don't ever cost a thing And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain

Well, I'm going home Back to the place where I belong And where your love has always been enough for me I'm not running from No, I think you got me all wrong I don't regret this life I chose for me But these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home

Well, I'm going home

The miles are getting longer, it seems The closer I get to you I've not always been the best man or friend for you But your love remains true, and I don't know why You always seem to give me another try

So I'm going home Back to the place where I belong And where your love has always been enough for me I'm not running from No, I think you got me all wrong I don't regret this life I chose for me But these places and these faces are getting old

Be careful what you wish for 'Cause you just might get it all You just might get it all And then some you don't want Be careful what you wish for 'Cause you just might get it all You just might get it all, yeah

Well, I'm going home Back to the place where I belong And where your love has always been enough for me I'm not running from No, I think you got me all wrong I don't regret this life I chose for me But these places and these faces are getting old I said these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home

I feel a hunger, it's a hunger That tries to keep a man awake at night Are you the answer? I shouldn't wonder When I can feel you whet my appetite With all the power you're releasing It isn't safe to walk the city streets alone Anticipation is running through me Let's find the keys and turn this engine on

I can feel you breathe I can feel your heart beat faster 

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

I get frightened in all this darkness I get nightmares, I hate to sleep alone I need some company, a guardian angel To keep me warm when the cold winds blow

I can feel you breathe I can feel your heart beat faster

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby Be my little baby, uh-huh

Just like Ronnie sang I said Just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby Baby, my darlin', oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I feel a hunger It's a hunger

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

Take me home tonight (Oh, be my darling) I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang (Uh, uh, oh, oh, oh) Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

Next up we’re the Warblers who went with a theme of trainwreck ("On My Own" from Les Misérables by Claude-Michel Schönberg, Since you been gone from Kelly Clarkson and rolling in the deep by Adele.”

On my own Pretending he's beside me All alone I walk with him 'til morning Without him I feel his arms around me And when I lose my way I close my eyes And he has found me

In the rain, the pavement shines like silver All the lights are misty in the river In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight And all I see is him and me forever and forever

And I know it's only in my mind That I'm talking to myself and not to him And although I know that he is blind Still I say, there's a way for us

I love him But when the night is over He is gone The river's just a river Without him The world around me changes The trees are bare and everywhere The streets are full of strangers

I love him But every day I'm learning All my life I've only been pretending Without me His world will go on turning A world that's full of happiness That I have never known

I love him I love him I love him But only on my own

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Here's the thing we started off friends It was cool but it was all pretend Yeah yeah Since you've been gone

You dedicated you took the time Wasn't long till I called you mine Yeah yeah Since you've been gone

And all you'd ever hear me say Is how I pictured me with you That's all you'd ever hear me say

But since you've been gone I can breathe for the first time I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah Thanks to you now I get what I want Since you've been gone

How can I put it? You put me on I even fell for that stupid love song Yeah yeah Since you've been gone

How come I'd never hear you say? ?I just wanna be with you? I guess you never felt that way

But since you've been gone I can breathe for the first time I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah Thanks to you now I get, I get what I want Since you've been gone

You had your chance you blew it Out of sight, out of mind Shut your mouth I just can't take it Again and again and again and again

Since you've been gone (Since you've been gone) I can breathe for the first time I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah Thanks to you (Thanks to you) Now I get, I get what I want

I can breathe for the first time I'm so movin' on, yeah yeah Thanks to you (Thanks to you) Now I get (I get) You should know (You should know) That I get, I get what I want Since you've been gone Since you've been gone Since you've been gone

There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark Finally I can see you crystal clear [Clean version:] Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare [Explicit version:] Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare See how I leave with every piece of you Don't underestimate the things that I will do

There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch And it's bringing me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us They keep me thinking that we almost had it all The scars of your love, they leave me breathless I can't help feeling We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me) And you played it, to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told But I've heard one on you And I'm gonna make your head burn Think of me in the depths of your despair Make a home down there As mine sure won't be shared

(You're gonna wish you never had met me) The scars of your love remind me of us (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) They keep me thinking that we almost had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) The scars of your love, they leave me breathless (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) I can't help feeling We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me) And you played it, to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) We could have had it all Rolling in the deep You had my heart inside of your hand But you played it, with a beating

Throw your soul through every open door (woah) Count your blessings to find what you look for (woah) Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (woah) You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow (woah) (You're gonna wish you never had met me) We could have had it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) It all, it all, it all (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me) And you played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

We could have had it all (You're gonna wish you never had met me) Rolling in the deep (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) You had my heart inside of your hand (You're gonna wish you never had met me)

But you played it You played it You played it You played it to the beat.

Then we were finally on we had an hour to get our costumes on.

Lucy (Alto)

Jess (Baritone)

Nicky (Tenor)

Me (Bass)

Melody (Beatboxing)

Maria (Saprano)

Everybody

(All the links are to home free songs) (Song 1 Everything will Be okay) watch video pls I can’t write the a cappella parts

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Driving down the road Don't know where I'm going I see your face in every car that passes me by I know it's true There's no way you're knowin' Where this will lead But I can't help but wonder, why don't we just try?

Bum bad doom bu doom boom

All I want to do, is be with you And all I want you to know is I ain't lettin' go All I want to feel is that we've got something real And all I want you to say is everything will be okay Yeah

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Now, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't worried But I told myself that I would never fall again And I'm sure you'll call, but I wish you'd hurry And I'll have your way Darling, you just tell me when will we give in?

All I want to do is be with you And all I want you to know is I ain't lettin' go All I want to feel is that we've got something real And all I want you to say is everything will be okay It'll be okay (Both Nicky and Lucy)

Maybe, baby, we're just crazy, but it may be love

All I want to do is be with you And all I want you to know is I ain't lettin' go All I want to feel is that we've got something real And all I want you to say is everything will be okay

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Do do do do do

Everything will be okay It'll be okay I know it'll be okay I know, I know, I know

It's gonna be alright, tonight It's gonna be alright, tonight It's gonna be alright, tonight It's gonna be alright, tonight

I set out on a narrow way many years ago Hoping I would find true love along the broken road But I got lost a time or two Wiped my brow and kept pushing through I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

That every long lost dream led me to where you are Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you Yes, He did

I think about the years I spent just passin' through I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you But you just smile and take my hand You've been there, you understand It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars Pointing me on my way into your loving arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you Yeah

And now I'm just a-rollin' home Into my lover's arms This much I know is true That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road That led me straight to you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mm, mm

(I had to make it into a solo to follow the rules but tim is singing the whole time pretty much.)

Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low And put some music on that's soft and slow Baby we ain't got no place to go I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long Never felt a feeling quite this strong I can't believe how much it turns me on Just to be your man

There's no hurry Don't you worry We can take our time Come a little closer Let's go over What I had in mind

Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low And put some music on that's soft and slow Baby we ain't got no place to go I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long Never felt a feeling quite this strong I can't believe how much it turns me on Just to be your man

Ain't nobody ever love nobody The way that I love you We're alone now You don't know how Long I've wanted to

Lock the door and turn the lights down low And put some music on that's soft and slow Baby we ain't got no place to go I hope you understand

I've been thinking 'bout this all day long Never felt a feeling that was quite this strong I can't believe how much it turns me on Just to be your man I can't believe how much it turns me on Just to be your man

As everyone stood up and gave us a standing ovation we headed off the stage. Everyone went off to the green room. I went off to Find the New directions I saw them standing in the corner talking right outside the theater.

“Oh My God Y/N That was amazing.” Rachel said

“Was it I messed up a couple times. That last note on Your Man was supposed to be lower.” I said

“You can hit lower than that?” Kurt asked

“Yes.” I said fidgeting with my fingers

“Dose it help you if I tell you that for the first time in my life. I am proud to be your sister.” Hope said

I smiled

“Don’t get all happy it will disappear by tonight.” Hope said

“Look no matter what happened nobody could tell and you guys were amazing.” Mr.Schue said

“And secretly we are kinda hoping that you guys lose so that we have a shot at sectionals.” Finn said

“Okay well the awards are starting so go find out.” Mr.Schue said

“Also no matter what happens. We are having a party at my house afterwards.” Santana said

“Okay well I will see y’all in a little bit.” I said

We all went on the stage. The announcer waited as long as they could. I was getting really nervous so I looked for the new directions in the crowd and when I found them my eyes went directly to Santana. She gave me a thumbs up when she saw that I was looking at her.

“Okay we had a lot of talent on the stage today. (The announcer ripped up his paper) you know what let’s get this over with so that we can all go home and sleep. In third place the Warblers.” I watched as their Freshman star soloist went up and got the trophy. “Okay well let make these kids panic a little bit it’s nice weather we’re having outside today you know sunny a couple light sprinklings. Okay for the moment everyone has been waiting for in Second place we have the C ……………………… utthroat’s. That means that your first place champion at this Sectionals this year is Crawford Country.” The announcer said

A sigh of relief came over me as I walked up and grabbed the trophy. I handed it to Jess. We all headed off the stage and back to the green room.

“Hey are you coming to add the trophy to our collection at Crawford?” Jess asked

“I would love too. But i already have plans with some friends who came and watched I need to go find them.” I said walking out and looking for the new directions the second time that day.

“Well here comes our new competition.” Mr.Schue said jokingly

“Look there was two reasons I left we all know one the major one. But you told me not to sing and to sway in the back and let the boys have the low parts. So it’s kinda your fault you have to go up against me.” I said

“Fair. But you better be happy with letting glee getting cancelled because we lose to you.” Mr.Schue said

“Okay enough of this let’s all go celebrate.” Quinn said

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Nick Blaine Masterlist

Masterlist Guide:

Angst [⛈] // Hurt/Comfort [🌦] // Fluff [🌷] // Lime [🫦] // Hurt/No Comfort [🌧️] // Platonic/Familial [🌸]

Take Me Over (🌷🫦)