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Fic: Duet

Summary: Kurt Hummel has certainly complicated Blaine’s life. And it’s Blaine’s own fault. But still. He’s just not sure what to do. Duets. That is the Glee club assignment of the week. And that’s really what has gotten him into this mess.

After being beaten up at a dance for being gay, Blaine leaves his old school for McKinley - where he promises to jump right in - glee club, basketball, choir, even superhero club. But he will not come out. Not until college. He’ll just manage and thrive knowing it’s just two years away. Kurt Hummel was not part of the plan.

Loosely based on the prompt: “Why are you so clingy people will think we’re dating- I know we are but you’re the one who wants it to be secret you moron!” AU

Words: 4100

Rating: Mature

On AO3

Duet

Kurt Hummel has certainly complicated Blaine’s life. And it’s Blaine’s own fault. But still. He’s just not sure what to do.

Blaine has known he was gay since he was 11. It was nothing earth shattering or terrifying really. More like a ‘Huh. okay. I guess that’s me,’ when he was watching Dawson’s Creek and there was actually a gay kid on his screen.  He knew that that’s who he would be one day.

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You Wanna Dance?

Rating: M
Pairing: SasuSaku
Summary: He was intrigued by her. He had watched her all night at the dance club. Her looks, her dancing, and her eyes all grabbed his attention. He knew he wanted more than just a simple dance.
Author’s Notes: So… like this seriously a HARD M RATED THING. It is also my first published anywhere online story that I have written with some smut in it. I had this as part of another fanfic, but I stopped writing it and this scene felt good enough to separate out on it’s own. Enjoy!!

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Her pink locks swung with every beat of the loud music. She twisted and turned her body with the mass of people who had flung to the center stage. Every once in a while, she would glance his direction. Jade orbs exchanging glances at black gems that watched her every move. She was too beautiful not to watch. Her red dress was short, too short for him to resist peeking at toned, pale legs. He would snap his eyes back up, and watch her face beam as she enjoyed herself tonight.

Many women had asked him to dance throughout the evening. He would look at them and see how alluring they were, but it felt like lies. Only women dressing up and painting their faces to be something they were not. But not this girl he watched. She felt real. Someone he wanted to know more about. She radiated happiness, but it felt so authentic. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman made him feel this way, but that was because none ever had. He never felt anything real with one, except for this girl who swung her slim hips to the beat of the music.

He took another sip of his drink. He thought the drinks might be getting weaker through the evening, but it was probably the inebriation setting in. His best friend told him to come out tonight. Would be a way to relax he said. That was a sack of shit. The alcohol was helping mellow him out, but he could have done that at home for free. Predictably, his idiot best friend moved to the corner of the dance floor with a woman with long lavender hair. His best friend grinned when he caught a glimpse of his black-eyed friend sitting in the VIP booths. He shook his head, and ran his long fingers through silky, black hair. His grew out his hair for the past few weeks, and felt pretty content with its current look. His black hair, black blazer, black slacks, and grey tie were his signature look at work, but it rolled over into his nightly activities. He glanced at his watch before looking back up at the dance floor.

12:35 AM

It was still early, so he ordered more drinks from the tabletop tablet. Only minutes later, a woman wearing a tight-fitting black dress with her brown hair curled over her shoulders arrived. She set down a bottle of sake with a small glass. She nodded, blush filling her face, as she walked away back to work. He glanced at the bottle and small accompanying glass, clicked his tongue, before opening it and drinking straight from it. The glass will only slow me down at this rate. A few chugs in, the sake hit with full force. As the world began to move, his best friend ran up with a woman standing behind him.

“Oi! Sasuke! Ya gotta come down to the dance floor!” the blonde nearly shouted at his best friend seated in the booth. A black eyebrow rose and a frown grew on his face. “Sasuke you gonna loosen up? Well, whenever you decide to stop being lame, come out here!” His friend turned and began to walk, but suddenly turned around to get one last word in.

“Oh, and don’t worry about me finding me later if you don’t! I have a beautiful lady to keep me company tonight,” the blonde stared at the lilac eyes of the woman standing next to him. Her face grew ten shades rosier. Sasuke got the memo, and readjusted himself in the booth as the blonde idiot left. Sometimes he really wondered how this guy became his closest friend, but maybe I shouldn’t dwell on that for too long.

Sasuke glanced back to the dance floor holding the pink-haired woman he longed for. He found himself lost in her, when she suddenly winked directly at him. Sasuke felt his cool exterior threaten to fall from her gesture. So sweet, innocent even. She had a playful feel to her, and it felt so pure compared to himself. Sasuke wasn’t a player, but people knew he had a different female companion every once in a while. The tabloids assumed that he had a different woman in his bed every night. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

As his sake bottle emptied, he felt the full force of the alcohol hit him at once. His vision was narrower than usual. His pulse quickened. The dance club felt warmer than it had only fifteen minutes ago. His eyes were having trouble focusing, and kept crawling back to the rosy locks of the girl who had winked at him. Sasuke tried to regain his composure and straightened himself in the booth. He wanted to at least keep the idea afloat in the tabloids that he was the cool, collected man of the wealthiest of the city.

A small body approached the booth. Pink curls grazing over her shoulders, and encircling the sides of her breasts. Her dress was a brilliant shade of scarlet with a keyhole slit running from below the clasp at her neck to below her breasts. Her waist was slim, with narrow hips that led to long, toned legs. Sasuke found himself opening the booth door to let her enter. The VIP section had closed off booths, with plenty of room, that were always reserved. The woman slid into the seat next to him. She was even more stunning up close. Porcelain skin, vast green eyes, and full lips. He noticed something in the air that caught his attention – cherry blossoms and liquor. This girl has been drinking too.

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.

“Hi… I saw you staring at me throughout the evening, and I thought I should introduce myself…” she swallowed and placed her hands in her lap.

She’s so nervous.

“My name is Sakura,” Sasuke stared for a few seconds and let her name sink in.

Her hair certainly reminds me of cherry blossoms. So unusual, yet beautiful.

Sasuke found his words, “It’s nice to meet you Sakura.” He grasped her right hand and kissed the top. “I’m Sasuke. It’s a pleasure to have seen you tonight. You certainly have been dancing the night away.” He could feel the smell of sake float off his words as he spoke. Her face flushed as he spoke, matching her hair.

Sasuke tapped the tablet sitting on the table, and ordered some more drinks. His bottle of sake was just about empty, and he wanted to buy his companion a drink. Only one or two minutes passed when the same woman from earlier came by with more drinks on a black tray. She blushed even more, if possible, and placed the drinks down. A sweet plum wine and another round of sake. Sakura looked at the bottles as the waitress left.

“Ah, you didn’t have to do that Sasuke…” she fidgeted in her seat. His gaze still focused on her small movements.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind buying drinks for you. You seem really sweet, so I thought something sweet tasting would be complimentary,” Sasuke spoke with a smirk across his lips. Sakura nodded, blush still painted all over her face.

Sasuke grabbed the plum wine first, unscrewing the top, and pouring a generous amount into a stemless glass. He handed the glass to his companion still containing a sly smile across his face. Sakura had heard about the Uchiha from others prior, but had never been this close to him.

Sasuke? “I heard he’s a player.” “I heard he just sleeps with girls and leaves.” “The latest rumor is that he only goes after girls with long hair.” Ah! “He’s been staring at you Sakura!” “Go say something! It’s THE Sasuke, GO SAY SOMETHING!”

Sakura sipped her wine, as Sasuke popped open his bottle of sake. He poured the strong drink into the empty glass. He took a quick swig of sake as his companion drank her wine in silence. Sasuke placed his glass on the table. He leaned closer to the pink-haired beauty, breathing in her sweet scent. She was slowly relaxing into his presence. Sakura felt at ease in his space, but it could be the alcohol talking.

Sasuke wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she held her glass between two delicate little hands. His fingers were long, slender as they traced Sakura’s shoulders. His gaze trailed along her face and lowered to her breasts, his expression unchanging. She placed her glass back down on the table, locking her eyes with his. His eyes were onyx, black as the stone. In the dim lighting, every time a flash of light came from the dance floor, his eyes had the smallest red glare. His serious gaze took in her curious jade gems. His face was strikingly beautiful. She had seen pictures of Sasuke in the tabloids, but nothing did his appearance justice. Even in a disheveled suit, and with sake-filled breath, he was still stunning. She felt his body heat from just how close he was in the booth with her. Sasuke didn’t seem nervous in the least, while her heart was beating as fast as it ever had. No man ever put this much excitement in her like Sasuke did.

He leaned in more and inhaled her sickly sweet scent. She took some more plum wine and sipped it, much quicker than before. Must be to calm her nerves. I could help with that. Sasuke realized where his thoughts drifted, but wasn’t bothered by it. Sakura was beautiful. He wanted more than just to share a few drinks and break off. After watching her dance, he knew he wanted more tonight. As much as he tried to distract himself with alcohol, there was no denying that he wanted his little Sakura all to himself. His best friend’s words lingered. Naruto did urge him to loosen up.

They felt attracted to one another, and it urged them closer to one another. Like magnetism, or more likely alcohol assisted, their lips touched. Sasuke leaned his head in towards Sakura as she could only stay still watching the beautiful Uchiha. Their kiss was brief. Sasuke could feel where Sakura’s soft lips touched his. A tinge of sweetness lingered on his, and it only increased his appetite. Through hazy decision making, he leaned once again for another kiss. This one was longer, more exploratory. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her mouth, and she let out a soft moan that only he could hear. Her cheeks were madly blushing, but Sasuke couldn’t pull away. He only delved deeper into the kiss.

When they separated, both flushed and disheveled, they shared silence. Sakura’s eyes lit up in the brightest shade of jade green with Sasuke’s onyx eyes searching for something, anything she had to say. Her lips slightly opened, but no words came out. She was in shock. I kissed him. I really did it… I know this wine is not making me think through this, but there’s something between us. I might as well take this opportunity farther. I don’t want to have regrets about this later if I chicken out.

Sakura glanced away and looked downwards. She bit her lower lip while trying to come up with the right words. Sasuke moved closer and lifted her chin with his long fingers. He kept his gaze with hers.

“Do you want to… go further?” he murmured enough for her to hear in the loud dance club. She nervously nodded. He made a small nod, and finished the bottle of sake right in front of his companion. She looked surprised he downed the whole thing instantly, but she had just about finished her wine in her anxious state before their kiss.

He pressed a few buttons on the tablet, paying his pretty expensive bill, and pushed the bottles and glasses to the center of the table. He motioned Sakura to start sliding to the edge of the booth. They made it out of their seats, but not in the most graceful fashion. Sakura swayed upon standing up, the wine hitting her in full force. Sasuke reached out and grabbed her arm. She was able to steady herself thanks to his help. He made his way in front of her and led her by her right hand through the people occupying the VIP section of the club. Women gave annoyed stares as Sasuke dragged her along. Sakura knew that every woman here was probably pining after Sasuke, but she tried to ignore their looks. The fact he was holding her hand was keeping her confidence high, and all that sweet plum wine.

Upon reaching the back of the club, there was curtain covering a backstage area. A man in sunglasses, while it was after midnight inside a dance club, was standing next to the opening. Sasuke nodded to the man, and he lifted the curtain for the two of them to enter. As they entered the backstage area, there were chairs and areas where people could lay down, but tge space was empty. The music was still pretty loud, but did dull down slightly once behind the curtains. Sasuke pulled them into a corner at the far edge of the area. Sakura glanced at his eyes in the middle of shuffling around. His black orbs appeared slightly cloudy with a red sheen. She was clearly intoxicated, and the Uchiha appeared so too. I hope he doesn’t regret this later if he’s drunk.

The haze was all consuming. He could barely comprehend the situation as everything moved so quickly. Sasuke recognized this familiar, and confusing, feeling. The sake had reached a breaking point – he was beyond drunk now. His feet felt light. He lost all feeling in his face, and listened as well as he could as Sakura tried to speak as clearly as she could in her drunken state.

“W-would you wanna… you know… w-w-with me?” She stuttered out the question as they were alone in the back room of the dance club. Sasuke knew he heard the words, but realized his mind was completely separate from his body now. And this erection isn’t gonna solve itself.

Sasuke feels a smirk climb its way across his face. The space they were in was dark, and had shadows to shroud themselves. They moved closer to one another, closing the remaining space. He pulled her against his rigid body, her face only inches away from his. His lips moved on their own, and crashed down on Sakura’s. A violent, but amazing kiss. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her and savoring the sweet hints he picked up. They felt completely separated from the dancing only yards away, lost in each other. He felt around, as she did, her body, seeking, playing, and wanting so much more.

Sasuke slid a large hand down Sakura’s shoulder blades to the curve of her back. Her hands reached upward into a mass of extremely soft and silky black hair. She loved its texture and played with it, while Sasuke made his way to the hem of her dress. She felt a slight tug, and his hand now covered her ass cheek through silky panties. Sasuke grabbed roughly at her supple rear with a callous palm. He wandered over to the other cheek as they released from their lip locking. He slowed his wandering hand, and slid it under her panties. Sakura’s hands paused in Sasuke’s hair, as dark eyes meet glassy green ones. He urged for her permission, pausing and staring into her gems, even while heavily intoxicated. Sakura’s cheeks flushed several shades darker, and nodded slowly in return. Sasuke moved his hands once again, groping and grabbing her firm cheeks. She resumed her playful touching of his hair, and slid another hand into the unbuttoned top of his dress shirt.

His breathing hitched, and his palms got rougher and started to pull her panties down. He pressed against Sakura even more, and pulled her into the corner spinning her away from his body facing the wall. She gathered her balance as he found the zipper to her dress. She tried to place a hand out, not in defense but just to touch him. He pushed it away with his other hand, covering her hand against the wall. She heard the zipper open, even under the music that blares in the background, drowning out their act. His cold, rugged hand slid under the front of the dress and panties, sliding along the slit of her.

Sakura started to breathe heavily, letting her primal urges overtake any sense of what was happening in the world around them. His face leaned over next to hers, as his entire body covered hers against the wall. She felt his breathing on her ear, and he grazed his tongue up and down the length of it. Sakura noticeably shivered, and only wanted more. She felt fluid drip on to the fingers currently sliding along the outside of her carefully, and oh so softly. She’s about to crack. It was all about touch. Two drunken people who were torturing each other with endless foreplay.

She finally succumbed, and leaned her ass into Sasuke’s pelvis, playfully grinding against his erection. He snarled, and pushed back with his hips as they danced back and forth against one another. His hand stalled above the source of her dripping arousal. Hair pressed against the side of her face, as he chewed on her earlobe. Sakura shivered in delight from his teeth, and she felt a finger quickly, and roughly, slip inside her, relentlessly moving up and down to the beat of the music. The sensations overwhelmed her. The touch of his long finger inside her, the hot breath along her ear, the music blaring out all noise, the taste of her dry mouth as she struggled to find any reason left inside of her mind.

As his finger continued its tirade, she felt his hips grind even more against her round ass. She felt her muscles begin to contract, and race to beautiful release, but instead he eased his finger to a slow and tortuous rhythm. She wiggled under his body, but he was having none of it. Her breasts flattened against the wall under her dress, and he nipped her earlobe. A moan escaped Sakura’s mouth, and she knew he heard it. His erection pressed harder against her ass, and she can’t stand the torture anymore. She wanted to beg for her release, but he chose to slow down their act into a relaxed, slow dance. During their saunter, she felt his other hand let go of her body and reach back. She felt him tug at his pants, and soon hot, hard skin was skimming her rear. Her skirt inched up, as her panties slid down to her knees. A firm hand replaced his tortuous finger, covering her exposed hip with his palm and some of her own juices.

Sakura felt the tip graze her entrance slowly, and pushed her hips further against him. Sasuke quickly used his left hand to pull her hips up to match his, as the right hand moved upwards to push against her shoulder blades. Her lips met with intense heat throbbing against them, slowly pushing in while her body tried to adjust to this invader. The sharp pain was overtaken with insane pleasure, as he settled for a second before moving his hips. The speed increased slowly, and then he pulled her hips against his as he let his instincts take over.

anonymous asked:

why is everyone complaining that Mass Effect Andromeda is "big"? how is that a problem when there's more game to play?

The size is not a problem in itself. The problem is that bioware doesn’t know how to work with “Big”. Hear me out.

So bioware obviously tries to move into the open world direction, with DAI and now comparing MEA to DAI in terms of “BIGGER!!!1”, and I think it’s such a shame, because bioware sucks at open world\sandboxes. I don’t even mean it as an insult, it’s just a plain fact - bioware are it’s best at contained, story-driven, linear structure. Their best games have distinctly different locations each with a gimmick and with a linear plotline that starts at the entry point, motivates your exploration of the location so you can pick up the side quests, ideally has a theme and involves one of your companions and culminates in the final decision. After that, the location is finished. You report the side quests and that’s it, you’ve exhausted all your options, you leave the location and never look back. Well, maybe you return once for plot reasons for 5 minutes, but you don’t engage with it meaningfully. And it’s not a bad thing! This is “40 min TV show episode” kind of structure that can work great and it does in the entire Mass Effect series. The story is simple, usually with one or two twists, but it keeps you engaged because it’s tightly knit and clearly presented, the involvement of your crew members gives you emotional stakes, the distinctly ~weird~ location and NPCs there make you feel like you’re actually seeing different places and seeing different cultures. It’s *fun* and that’s what matters.

But if you take out the location-based plotline and add a lot of empty space\padding to the mix, it all starts falling apart. Because bioware only writes superficial weirdness, this weirdness becomes bland real quick, the gimmick wears off and becomes annoying, NPCs blend in into the endless background, and you go “oh thank GOD it’s over” when you leave the location. Imagine if in ME3 Tuchanka had the size and structure of Hinterlands. The hardcore severe planet would turn into a boring wasteland, instead of epic badasses that represent the spirit of a planet Thresher Maws would turn into a boss fight grind (like dragons in DAI), without your friendship with Wrex the stakes are low, without the linear plot creating AND keeping up dramatic tension, you’d just wander around and randomly stumble onto the cut-scenes.

Bioware thinks that you can just make locations big and take out linear structure and boom, you’ve got yourself a sandbox. But it’s wrong. You can’t just take away the scripted plot-line and NOT replace it with anything. Good open world RPG requires you to make locations not just distinct, but layered, interesting to explore, it adds ties between locations that are meaningful, the quests start in one location and run through multiple of others organically, so you have to travel back and forth and when you revisit them, it doesn’t feel like backtracking. Not everything is played out at the moment you enter the location, some NPCs only become important when you get new quests in other places, so the exploration is dynamic, layered in time. You keep re-discovering things, adding new layers to the context. Bioware just cannot write things like that. They can’t make differences between locations subtle, but meaningful, which is why I literally cannot tell any forest locations in DAI apart, they don’t know how to make quest-lines span between places and be layered in time, they don’t know how to keep players’ attention without a strict narrative tunnel. The only distinct thing between locations is visual design, but even that can’t take you far. There’s a location in DAI that is very visually striking - white snow, red lyrium, black rocks. Beautiful, unusual, interesting. But I wouldn’t be able to remember what happened there with a gun to my head. What was my quest? Idk. There was a dragon I think? And for other locations that don’t have such striking visuals, the situation is even worse.

Take the location with Civil War in DAI (I think it’s Dales? But not sure) I literally cannot remember what were the differences between the sides there. Hell, I can barely remember the sides! It’s the Orlesians and… other Orlesians? But they are called “Free”-something. Why, idk. And there are also the Dalish clan hanging out nearby, but they don’t have anything to do with the Orlesians. Why was I in this location in the first place? I have no idea. To be clear, it’s not because I have shit memory. I have great memory, I can remember meaningful details from the games I played once ten years ago. It’s just DAI didn’t give me anything meaningful to remember. The conflict is not set up, they just let you wander around aimlessly, the sides are both boring and bland, the location is just kind of an open field littered with undead and wolves. When you let players discover different factions just by stumbling onto them without a straightforward narrative, you better fucking make sure they are a) very distinct b)very clear about what their deal is. Show me anyone who can mix up the Legion, NCR and House in FN:V.

Imagine the same location done in a traditional for bioware linear structure. You enter the location and immediately see two groups arguing. Each side has a charismatic leader and these guys are yelling at each other, which gives you exposition. One of them is, like, a well-groomed Orlesian noble and the other one is a rude peasant Robin Hood. You enter a conversation and get more exposition, what their deal is and how they are in conflict. One of your companions support one faction and the other one - another. (idk, Vivienne and Dorian vs Blackwall and Sera, frex) Then both of them invite you to their camps and leave. You have a narrative already. You visit their camps, get to know them. Get some sidequests from both sides. While exploring you meet the Dalish, who are bitter because the Dales were THEIR land and now shems are fighting over it. You do some quests for Dalish. At the mid-point the game makes you choose a side and the last plot-arc is about breaking the resistance of the other side and deciding what to do with them. If you do some side quest for Dalish and pass a Paragon speech check, you can find some holy scripture that Andraste made about Dalish owning the land and you can grant the place to Dalish. That’s it. Yeah, it’s cliched and yeah, it’s cheesy, but it’s clear and it has narrative and stakes. It gives you basic framework for roleplay. Bioware never could write complicated plots, but they don’t need to. The plot doesn’t need to be complicated, it needs to function in the chosen form. If it doesn’t function, then big locations turn into empty spaces with fetch-quests.

Also, being “BIG” was never Mass Effect’s appeal in the first place. People loved it for the tight Star Trek-episode structure with a new planet every hour, weird gimmicky aliens and meaningful interactions with the crew. Not for LotR-style of “3 hours of walking through an empty field”.