Could I have a Blaine/Reader fic where they're at Disney world together? Please and thank you! <3
“You’re not going to propose to all the princesses again while we’re here, are you?” You ask, grinning. Blaine barks out a laugh and shakes his head.
“No, no. I’m all about the princes this time!” He tells you.
“Now, that’s something I can’t get behind!” You laugh and Blaine bumps his hip into yours.
The two of you wander through Magic Kingdom and only ride Space Mountain three times, even though you keep asking Blaine to go back. In retaliation, Blaine drags you on Splash Mountain and makes sure to get seats near the front so y’all can get soaked.
“Okay, okay. If we’re gonna stay for fireworks, I need a rest.” You finally give in, sighing. You were pretty sure your feet might fall off.
“Alright, come on.” Blaine leads you back to Mainstreet and, after a little while of searching, find a bench to sit on and people watch. You two sit in silence for a bit, munching on snacks you grabbed from nearby cafes and even had a few RT fans recognize y’all and come talk.
“Hey, Y/N?” Blaine speaks up after a while, just when it was getting dark. “I might’ve lied. I do want to propose to a princess today.”
“Okay? We might have to get moving soon then, if they’re not already gone for today.” You reply, slightly confused.
“No, no. I know she’s still here.” Blaine takes a deep breath, the slides off the bench and onto his knee. “Princess, light of my life, will you marry me?”
And of course, the crowd surrounding you two burst into cheers when you threw yourself at Blaine, all but yelling yes.
What if the reader knows like a shit tone of different languages and starts showing off on Always Open
“So people seem to really like it when I speak dirty to them in adifferent language, especially French!” you laughed, damn these drinks werestarting to hit you.
“No way! How many languages do you speak?” Barbara asked.
You stopped and began to count them off on your fingers “French,Spanish, Italian, bits of Russian and Urdu, my Mandarin is passable and Germantoo! German is not a very popular dirty talk language.”
“Try some out on us!” Mariel requested.
You leant over to Blaine, and in a stage whisper told him how muchyou wanted to tease him with your tongue until he was begging for more, all inFrench of course. The next sentence was in Italian ‘Then I’ll let you rip theseclothes off me and bend me over.’
‘And then what am I going to do with you?” Blaine asked inItalian. You immediately stopped, your mouth gaping open and blush beginning torise. Your hand blindly reached for your drink and you downed it in one.
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Summary: sup it’s been a while but uh happy halloween?er, happy november i mean :D
“Y/N? You home?” You hear, as the door to your apartment swings open. You recognize Blaine’s voice and smile.
“Yeah, kitchen!” The door closes and then Blaine is leaning against the doorframe, grinning at you.
“Good to know you haven’t changed the locks on me.” He comments.
“Now why on Earth would I do that?” You joke, grinning back at him then glance at the clock. “But what’s up? You don’t usually come by this late.”
“Well…” Blaine trails off as he follows you back to the living room and the two of you settle onto the couch. “I can’t spend time with my best friend?” He attempts to joke.
“What’s wrong? Really? Didn’t you have a date tonight?” You ask. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.
“Yeah it….I’m just bummed, I guess.” Blaine shrugs. “It didn’t go so well.”
“Do I need to go kick ass?” You ask, miming punching someone.
“Your form’s all wrong.” Blaine points out and laughs. “But nah, it’s fine. It just didn’t work. I just wanted an actual date and she wanted something...less structured.”
“Oh, well, shame that wasn’t clear earlier. I’m sorry, babe.” You replied, patting his knee. You gesture to the drinks you’d placed on the coffee table. “Well, that’s what these are for then! Drink up, babe, let’s watch some space fights!” Blaine just rolled his eyes at you, mouthing ‘space fights’ to himself.
“You always know how to cheer me up.” Blaine throws an arm around your shoulders after the movie, leans his head against yours. You’d begrudgingly agreed to watch the sixth movie (he never lets you watch the prequels) and together, the two of you had almost finished off the case of beer.
“I try.” You grin back at him.
“Why aren’t we dating?” Blaine asks. You’re shocked and even tipsy, your heart stutters.
“W-what?” You flounder for words.
“You wanna go on a date? Like, an actual, for real, date?” Blaine asks, sitting up. He’s watching you intently, even if he’s blushing a little.
“We can’t date.” You say automatically, like how you’d told the same thing to Barbara, to Lindsay, Chris, to Aaron...to too many people. “We’re friends, Blaine.”
“Come on, Y/N. Just one date?” Blaine pushes.
“Blaine, stop asking, it wouldn’t work.” You reply, but it even sounds feeble to your ears. Blaine’s too close and too cute. You know if you give in now, it’s all downhill.
“But why? Just tell me why, and I’ll keep asking, promise.”
“Because I’m not your type Blaine! I know that!” You burst out.
“My type?” Blaine looks very confused.
“Yeah, your type. Tall, hot, and living most of their life in a gym. I’m none of that.”
“No, I guess you’re not.” Blaine says quietly and you’re shocked at how much it stings you. He looks up at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Everyone and their mom knows you’re not tall. I know you don’t like going to the gym but you’re happy how you are and that’s great.”
He paused and you open your mouth to say something,anything, but he holds his hand up to stop you. He has to steel himself to say what he’s going to say next.
“No, you’re not hot. I’d never call you that.” You were crying now and really just wanted to walk away. Blaine reached out and took your hand, not looking away from you. “You told me before that you hate when people call you that and I would never do that. You’re pretty, at the very very least.”
“You remember that?” You ask, surprised. Blaine reaches up and brushes tears from your cheeks.
“Of course. I listen, you know. To you, at least.” Blaine grins softly at you. “Honestly, if I knew I just needed to chug four beers to ask you out I would’ve done that a lot sooner.”
“You couldn’t ask me out sober?” You frown slightly, questioning him. Blaine laughs and rubs at his neck, suddenly looking slightly embarrassed.
“You’re kinda scary, Y/N. Not in like, a bad way? Just - man, you’re just gorgeous and hilarious, ya know? And I’ve always been ‘just Blaine, just your friend’.” He explains, tripping over himself a few times but powering through.
“But that’s how I’ve always thought of you!” You point out, and the two of you collapse onto one another laughing at how ridiculous you both have been. When the laughing calms down, Blaine leans over and kisses you. It’s not necessarily the best thing ever - he does taste like beer, you’re still breathing a little hard - but it’s nice and sweet and finally. When he finally pulls away from you, he’s grinning with a dopey smile.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” Blaine confesses and you can’t help but chuckle.
Can you just fuck me up with some Blaine angst please Idc what but I neeeeeeeeeeeeed angst for my angsty soul. Thank you, I love you.
You heard a knock on the door, and staggered over there. You felt the effects of the second bottle of wine and trid to straighten yourself up to look through the peep-hole. Blaine was standing outside your door, fiddling nervously.
You took a deep breath and opened the door “What?” you asked, begging that your speech wasn’t slurred.“I…I just came to give back our…your apartment key,” he said.He held out the key, you noticed the shaking in his hand “Great thanks,” you mumbled, snatching the key off him.“Y/N, are you ok?” he asked, as you swayed and eventually forced yourself to lean against the doorway.“Yeah great, just get out of here,” you waved him away, hoping he wouldn’t see the empty wine glass.
Before he could say anything else, you slammed the door in his face and went back to drowning your sorrows.
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Pairing: Blaine/Reader
Rating: like maybe PG13 not bad
A/N: welp just gonna sliiiiide this in here and act like it hasn’t been literal months since @blainesfunnyfuel won the giveaway for this (one more giveaway fic to go too lol) i had one page of this done for like the past 4 months and then dished out the rest of it today in like an hour soooo -shrug- sorry for the absence - i’m still not really fully back or anything but im working on it. promise.
“My first team consist of a very dashing old-western type who just never can seem to dress himself properly and a very muscular jedi who learned the hard way that lightsabers weren’t meant for buttstuff, it’s Aaron Marquis and Blaine Gibson.” Jon introduces their team, earning a few chuckles from everyone before the camera shifts.
“The second team consists of two very beautiful warrior women, one of whom is a master linguist with a habit of pun-intentional humor, while the other is better known for her razor sharp wit and her ability to trip over literally anything, even her own words, it’s Barbara Dunkelman and Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Jon Risinger and welcome to On the Spot.”
“I feel like I should be offended by that description.” You comment to Barbara, who chuckles.
“But it’s true.” She replies causing you to pout. Jon finishes introducing and looks over at Blaine and Aaron.
“Okay, okay, for real, team names?” He asks.
“Well, we were thinking-”
“For once.” You comment, cutting Blaine off and earning a playful glare.
“As I said, we were thinking, and we decided on Team Jon Sucks But He Has a Cool Dog.” Blaine says.
“Riiiight. Will that even fit in a twee?” Jon asks, rolling his eyes. “Ladies?”
“Well, we wanted to stay super classy-” You start.
“For once.” Blaine butts in, smirking.
“Which is why we’ve decided to date each other and go for the team name Team Better than Boys.” Barbara finishes.
“Oh.” Blaine and Aaron both pout.
“Perfect!” Jon cheers and audience claps.
“Don’t clap for that!” Aaron whines.
“I always clap for pretty girls!” Meg shouts back from the audience and you send her a wink and finger guns, causing a few members of the audience to go from laughing to booing you.
“Alright, alright, we’ve got games to play!” Jon half-shouts. “No more finger guns!”
“But, Jon!” You whine.
“No! No finger guns! Let’s play our first game, Cunning Linguistics. We’ll go to Team...Better than Boys for the first word, what’s their word?”
You and Barbara watch as the word Skywalker’ed pops up on the screen.
“We’re going for a Star Wars theme here.” Jon explains. “Alright, who’s first?” You and Barbara exchange baffled looks.
“I guess I’ll go?” You volunteer. Jon nods and you take a deep breath. “Okay, so, you know how Luke and Leia are siblings, right?”
“Y/N, everyone knows that.” Blaine says.
“Not everyone.” You point out. “They didn’t, at first. Skywalker’ed is when you think this guy or gal is super attractive and you two smooch a few times and then you find out you’re related.”
“Oh nooo.” Jon groans.
“That’s the worst!” Aaron chirps in.
“Who uses the word ‘smooch’?” Barbara asks.
“Babs, shh.” You shush her, before you add, “It’s even better if they go on to date your new friend that’s way cooler than you.”
“Wow, alright. I...unfortunately, that’s not the answer. Barbara?” Jon says, and you pout dramatically for the camera.
“Well, I mean, Y/N is totally right but...Skywalker’ed is where all your arms and legs get chopped off and you’re turned into a robot.” Barbara says, faking her confidence about her answer.
“That’s still not quite the answer.” Jon says. “Boys?”
“Well, obviously,” Blaine speaks up, “Skywalker’ed is...uh, it’s...It’s when you fall in love with someone and then you doom them forever. Like, Anakin and Padme, or Leia and Han. You should never love a Skywalker, honestly.”
“If you ever Skywalker me, Gibson…” You threaten him playfully, drawing your finger across your throat.
“She’ll buy you a necklace! Neat!” Aaron laughs and the audience lets out a mix of laughs and groans.
“Well, none of those were the right definition, surprise. But let’s see what it is.” Jon announces and you all watch the screen: The act of having a hand or foot amputated.
“Ey!” Barbara cheers, and you clap loudly.
“You didn’t win!” Jon shouts.
“But she was the closest! She totally wins!” You argue.
“Well... you’re right. Points to Barbs.” Jon gives in. You and Barbara cheer again, amongst the audience’s clapping, and you shoot finger guns at Jon, who groans and swats at your hands. “Let’s see what the word is for Team...whatever the fuck the boys’ team is.”
Everyone grows quiet as the word shows up on the screen: wookiefoot.
“Wookiefoot.” Jon reads. “Alright, let’s go with...our obvious expert, Blaine?”
“Right, right. Wookiefoot. Wooookiefoot. Wookiefoot.” Blaine repeats the word a few times.
“Hey, quit your stalling!” Barbara says. Blaine huffs.
“Fine! It’s the ah, the act of stepping on a lego and the sound you make that goes with it.” Blaine finally says. “Like, ‘Ow, fuck a lego, ARARGAGH’!” The entire room bursts into laughter at Blaine’s pitiful attempt at a wookie yell.
“That was amazing.” You laugh, wiping tears from your eyes. Blaine sends you a wink, earning an ‘ooh’ from the audience.
“Not the definition, but you know what, five points to Blaine for that incredible noise.” Aaron and Blaine high-five and Jon rolls his eyes. “Aaron?”
“Oh, this is easy.” Aaron slouches back in his chair. “It’s when you don’t shave in a while and the hair on your leg grows down to the hairs on the top of your foot.”
“You sound like you have experience with that.” Jon comments.
“No, it’s just a common problem among people that aren’t me.” Aaron jokingly tugs at his collar, as if embarrassed.
“Riiiight. Ladies?”
“I’ve got this Barbs.” You tell her, before looking back to the rest of them. “Almost like Aaron’s actually, but, you know a Hobbit foot? Where there’s a lot of hair on top of the foot? Well a Wookiefoot is just a really, really hairy foot. Like, hair all over the foot, bottom too.”
“Is that even possible?” Jon asks. You shrug in response and Jon shrugs. “Let’s see the real definition. An "ungroomed" camel toe due to the cold weather.
“What?” You screech.
“How does that even make sense?” Barbara asks.
“Apparently, the toe evolves into a foot?” Blaine says, but looks mildly confused.
“I think I have to give this one to Aaron, he talked about not shaving…” Jon says. You and Barbara boo amidst the boys’ cheers.
**
“Alright, at the end of that game, let’s look at points!” Jon shouts over you all as you bicker over how the second game went. The points pop up below you: 46 for the guys and 95 for the girls.
“Ey!” You and Barbara yell together. The boys groan because they know what this means; it means redemption challenge.
“So! Our redemption challenge today is a little more...unconventional.” Jon starts.
“Aren’t they always?” Barbara jokes.
“This time,” Jon keeps going, ignoring Barbara, “only one member of our losing team will participate. And one of our winning team will participate as well.” You and Barbara exchange unhappy glances.
“What?” You ask, frowning.
“Blaine? Y/N? Ready?” Jon asks.
“You haven’t even explained the challenge!” You argue. “Where’s Maggie or whoever, with the weird gross food?”
“Y/N, shush!” Jon whisper-yells and you flop further into your chair, frowning. You look to Blaine who is looking increasingly nervous.
“So, um, Y/N…” Blaine starts, swallowing thickly and staring at the ground.
“Babe? You okay?” You ask, still slightly suspicious of the ‘challenge’ going on, but also worried a bit for your boyfriend.
“I love you!” Blaine blurts out and you can’t help but laugh a bit.
“I know!” You reassure him.
“I love you so, so much.” He says in a rush, and then suddenly he’s out of his chair and down on one knee. Blaine fumbles as he pulls a small box out of his jacket pocket, and finally opens the box towards you, a ring glittering in the middle. “Will you marry me?”
Your mouth pops open without you meaning for it to and the room becomes hushed. Blaine is watching you anxiously, of course. You reach out slowly and take the box from him. The ring inside is simple, silver, with a few stones in your favorite color. You gingerly take it from the box and notice, written inside the band in plain script is I Know. You slide the ring carefully onto your finger then look up, grinning, at Blaine.
“Duh!” You laugh, throwing yourself at him. You wrap your arms around his neck and the both of you crash to the floor amid cheers from everyone in the room.
“Five thousand points to Blaine!” You hear Jon yell above the commotion, though you’ve stopped caring about the game.
“I think,” Blaine mumbles in your ear, “that I just won the game.”
“You say that, but I think I’m the real winner here.” You reply with a grin, then leaning down for a kiss.
“Oh, gross. Guys, come on.” Aaron jokes, fake-gagging and rolling his eyes.
“Shut up, asshole.” Blaine says once you’ve pulled away from one another. Aaron and Jon pull Blaine into a hug and Barbara does the same to you.
“Congrats Y/N!” She cheers.
“Did you know about this?” You ask, suddenly hit with the thought.
“Who didn’t know about this?” Barbara replies with an eye roll.
Please write your dirtiest smut with super dominant and like overly cocky Blaine? I'm in Blaine hell
You sauntered into Blaine’s bedroom, dumpingyour weekend bag on his bed and stretching tall after your long car journey “Workwas an absolute nightmare too,” you called out to him, throwing your suitjacket over the chair unceremoniously.
You chatted to him without any response, anddidn’t hear him enter the bedroom. You gasped as he grabbed you around thewaist and slammed you against the closed door “Well you’re not at work now soyou won’t be needing these,” he growled, tearing your shirt apart with ease,buttons scattering all over the floor.
“I like that shirt!” you protested as Blaineattacked your neck with his kisses and bites.
“I know you don’t want me to stop though,” hewhispered in your ear.
You couldn’t help but agree as you allowed himto strip the rest of you off. He pinned you against the door with his body,kissing you roughly, trying not to appear desperate to touch you. He roughlypulled down your underwear and threw them somewhere on his bedroom floor. Hefound the tie that you had been wearing and secured your wrists above your headbefore kneeling between your legs “You’re not to cum until I tell you to.Although I’ll be surprised if you can hold back,” he winked. You bit your lipto hold back the laughter, knowing that rolling your eyes would surely end inpunishment.
He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, hislips and tongue teasing you, yet the pleasure he did provide felt like suchsweet relief compared to the stress of the day. Your hips bucked as his tongueswept over your clit. He sped up, causing moans to escape your lips, pullingagainst your restraints.
You felt yourself creep towards your orgasm,causing you to fight against your restraints even more. Blaine pulled away, hischin and mouth slick with your juices “Good girl,” he grinned “Time for areward.”
Blaine comforting the reader who is studying like crazy for finals please? Gotta love finals week!
I’m so sorry it took this long to write, I really hope your finals went well - P
“You need to take a break at some point,”Blaine sighed, placing down yet another cup of coffee down on your desk.
“It’s finals though, I really can’t afford to,”you replied, eyes stuck on the page.
“You won’t learn if you’re stressed,” Blainesaid as you felt his hands massaging your shoulders. You couldn’t help but moanat the tension in your muscles he was relieving.
“Stop trying to seduce me,” you warned,wiggling away from his touch.
“I’m not!” he laughed, leaning down to kissyour cheek and rest his chin on your shoulder.
Blaine eventually gave up trying to convinceyou to take a break, and turned on his Xbox, trying to be as silent aspossible. Your eyes were tired, and your head was even worse. The informationjust wasn’t sticking, despite the fact you knew the exam was looming. Yougrowled, slamming your pen on the table and trying to cough back the tears offrustration and anxiety “What’s wrong babe?” Blaine called out.
“It’s just not working anymore,” you mumbled,quickly wiping away the tears before he could see however the tremble in your voicegave it away. Within moments you felt Blaine wrap his arms around you, buryingyou against his chest.
Once you calmed down enough, Blaine pulled youout of his embrace and pulled you over to the couch “Take 10 with me,” hewhispered, holding you too close to escape “Everything will be ok, I promise.You’re a hell of a lot smarter than me, you can do this baby.”
First time staying the night at Blaine's? A mix of fluff and smut would be great :) thank you!
The disaster that was supposed to be dinnerturned into the best Indian takeaway you had ever had, complete with the two ofyou sitting on the floor, sharing the last beer “I so want to bang you rightnow, but, oh my God, am I full,” you sighed.
“That is literally the sexiest thing I’ve everheard,” Blaine chuckled crawling towards you and kissing you “You taste sogood.”“That’ll be the biryani,” you whispered. Blaine burst out laughing, having tosit back down to control his laughter. You took the opportunity to finish thebeer.
Once Blaine had managed to stop laughing, yousat up and straddled Blaine. Pressing your body against his and kissing himdeeply. His hands slipped from your hips to wrap around you, pulling you evencloser “Come on you,” he grinned, picking you up with ease and leading you tohis bedroom.
