Thank you Heather, truly a perfect dance x
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@mindclot
Thank you Heather, truly a perfect dance x
morning after starters
“ last night was nice. ” “ lets do this again some time. ” “ i’ll leave my number. ” “ i gotta go, sorry. ” “ can’t you at least stay for breakfast? ” “ i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere. ” “ next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first. ” “ if we do this again you better buy me dinner first. ” “ i don’t think my legs work again yet. ” “ i don’t wanna get up. ” “ no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers. ” “ there’s no way i can hide these marks… ” “ this was probably a mistake. ” “ this can’t happen again. ” “ you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here. ” “ are you watching me sleep? ” “ you look cute all frazzled like this. ” “ why are you looking at me like that? ” “ keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed. ” “ something wrong? ” “ i’d stay if i could, i promise. ” “ so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “ i made breakfast. ” “ how do you take your coffee? ” “ fuck! i’m late— ” “ did you turn the alarm off? ” “ if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window. ” “ i can’t find my shirt. ” “ babe, we slept in. ” “ i know you’re awake. ” “ i’ll stay. ” “ why don’t you stay? ” “ i like waking up with you. ” “ i like having you here at night. ” “ you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this. ” “ so when are we gonna actually go on a real date? ” “ do i smell bacon? ” “ you made pancakes? ” “ come on, come back to bed. ” “ you weren’t there when i woke up. ” “ i thought you left. ” “ do you want me to go? ” “ just let me sleep for five more minutes. ” “ you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool. ” “ you talk in your sleep, ya know. ”
ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them 6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood 10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral 11. for lazy morning sex 12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare 13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home 15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before
true love: having to hold back your adorable, violent girlfriend to keep her from straight up murdering a dude
❝𝐀𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.❞ / penned by: liz ( sideblog to @departingsouls )
💋 from sam
Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.
it’s hard to explain the kind of JOY she feels watching him -- this always-present kind of warmth that sits in her belly & fills her entire BODY with...something. it feels something like FIREWORKS or eating your favorite poptart, brittany thinks. she’d been sitting on the edge of the couch watching him do impressions for the past hour as they watched tv, which left her giggling to the point where her chest was folded against her legs & her stomach was sore ( the best kind ! ). after a few minutes without sam’s voice filling the room, she angles her head to look up at him. expecting to see a soon-to-be-snoring sam leaning against the couch, the KISS startles her into a laugh against his lips. she leans away for a moment, breath still on her cheek. “i thought you were sleeping,” she brushes her thumb over his stubbly jaw, “this is much better though.”
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mike.
SHE DID HAVE A POINT, which could be the reason for his pout being replaced by a grin as he downed the rest of his drink, letting himself be dragged the rest of the way to the open floor. ❝ alright, alright, you’ve convinced me !! now, how we showing them ? partner dance ? one of the ones we’ve been practicing ? ❞
she grinned at his change in attitude, practically bouncing with excitement. when she danced with mike, she never even had to THINK -- she just MOVED & he was there to meet her without a moment’s hesitation. there was no waiting, no awkward missteps, just BOUNDLESS energy. “i swear it’s like you can read my mind sometimes. let’s try the new one ! i know we only just started working on it this week, but i have a really good feeling about it.”
mike.
HE FELT HER NAILS BRUSH AGAINST HIS BICEP, fingers curling around his arm to pull him along as he whines out at being taken away from the rowdy group, cup still in his hand. ❝ briiiiitt where are we going ? ❞
[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . || @mindclot !
despite mike’s whines, giggles tumble out from between brittany’s lips as she tugs him with her towards an open space. she looks at him expectantly & smiles. “mike, i wanna DANCE ! look, no one else here is as cool as us & as the coolest people in the room we have a DUTY to show everyone how totally AWESOME we can be.”
💋
Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.
the mix of whiskey & strobe light FLASHING makes for a blurry combination in the corner of her random classmate’s basement ( whose house is this again ? ). brittany leans against the wall & lets her eyes glaze over, her line of sight an abstract vision of neon PINK & STUMBLING limbs fading in & out of frame. she takes a swig from the bottle of jack daniels she found in the kitchen. when she lowers the bottle, something is different. & not just the added layer of liquor-induced blurriness. she blinks and suddenly quinn is there, outlined in neon pink. a LOPSIDED smile starts to form, but is quickly cut off by a pair of lips pressing against her own. after a moment of surprise, she grins into the kiss, all whiskey, lip gloss & giddiness in FLASHING color.
Memes
jealous / possessive meme
“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ why is she/he calling you? ”
“ do they know we’re together? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”
“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”
“ i know you were with her/him ”
“ you belong to me ”
“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”
“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”
“im NOT jealous ”
“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”
“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”
“ you’re too good for her/him ”
“is there someone else?”
“ you were flirting with them ”
“ they were flirting with you ”
“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”
“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”
“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”
“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”
Send two names and my muse will say which they’d rather kiss.
💋
Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.
with her feet on the FADED welcome mat outside the door to their apartment, she pauses. she runs a hand through her hair & clenches her jaw. her entire body feels like a KNOT ( she’s never been good at untangling herself -- that was always a job for a different pair of hands ), chest unable to make enough room for her lungs. she’s never paused here before, never dreaded entering the familiar space of their living room unless she knew she’d be the only one occupying it for the night. it always felt wrong whenever she slept here alone, like she was spending the night in a stranger’s life. it always left her HOLLOW somehow.
she hates the HESITANCY, but she’s not sure what to do with it. the anxiety sits like a stone in her belly, making her feel HEAVIER & pulling her no where in particular. they’d never fought the way they did earlier that evening. she wasn’t sure ( & still isn’t ) what made it so much worse than any other disagreement they’d had. they almost never fought. the words weren’t so strange -- she understood all the sentences, connected all the syllables. she just didn’t understand where any of it was coming from. brittany tries to remember it again now ( it’s starting to get BLURRY with how many times she’s replayed it since, the entire memory becoming a scratched record ). she was getting ready to leave to go out with a few of the dancers, but she’d forgotten to tell santana about it. it wasn’t on purpose, she repeated aloud to santana & a million more times to herself ( always forgetting things ! ). then santana mentioned a different time she forgot & she started to feel that coiled PANIC well up in her chest & tighten her throat. then santana asked about who was going to be there -- or was that before? brittany squeezes her eyes shut with her hand on the doorknob. it doesn’t matter, really, because it all SPIRALED from there, a mess of guilt & confusion & anger spilled all over every inch of the apartment like thick paint. brittany listens for the TV for a moment & is met with silence. her stomach twists & she wants to be sick with this new anxiety she’s never felt. not here, never here, never with santana.
she exhales & twists the knob slowly. she’s met with an almost entirely dark living room. she shuts the door gently & notices the dim light spilling out from under their closed bedroom door. she fumbles in the dark to turn on a lamp & winces at her clumsiness. she starts to unzip her purse to find her phone when she hears the bedroom door creak open. she squeezes her eyes shut again. rather than words, she feels a GENTLE hand on her shoulder turning her body around. without a moment to gather herself, she feels santana’s lips insistently on her own. she breathes RELIEF into the kiss, leaning forward & pulling her closer with each passing second.
Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.
bold of you to assume i won’t tell you i love you again just because i did ten seconds ago
Brittany Pierce in every episode ↳ Sexy
*: ・゚✧ interrogation starters.
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.
CALM / QUESTIONING.
“ tell me, what happened?”
“ did you see anything?”
“ what do you remember?”
“ do you remember anything unusual?”
“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”
“ every detail is important.”
“ and what happened next?”
“ and what did you do when all this took place?”
“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”
“ where were you around __ am/pm?”
“ can anyone verify that?”
“ was someone with you?”
“ and you had nothing to do with it?”
“ and you weren’t involved?”
“ did you see it happen?”
“ did you see who did it?”
“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”
CARING / UNDERSTANDING.
“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”
“ did someone hurt you?”
“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”
“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”
“ we can take a break, if you want.”
“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”
“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”
SUSPICIOUS.
“ there is something you’re not telling me.”
“ i think you’re lying.”
“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”
“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”
“ what aren’t you telling me?”
“ who are you trying to protect?”
“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”
“ they must’ve told you more than that.”
“ you have to have seen more than that.”
“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”
“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”
“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”
DEMANDING.
“ i need you to tell me the truth.”
“ i need you to tell me what happened.”
“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”
“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”
“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”
MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.
“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”
“ i’m listening…”
“ you’re coming with me.”
“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”
“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”
“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”
“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”
“ okay. we have a deal.”
“ sorry. no deal.”