I don't own Glee or Marvel Comics in anyway.

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Blaine Anderson was okay in the school. He was somewhere between lesser jock, because he was gay but also their running-back, and higher glee club, because he was a jock in the glee club.  He was saved from the mocking and hazing by coach Beastie’s unfavorable anger towards anyone who would threaten ( Read more... )

Holy fudging valentines day flowers people. Life catches up real fast when you are not looking. I'm sorry this took as long as it did.

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys so please no sue.

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There were chocolates on his work desk that afternoon when ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these boys.

Written for a7xstallionduck as a request. I hope they like it. >< My grammar sucks, you've been warned.

I will know why my lover loves me so graciously.

The owner of The Yellow Rose flower shop blinked at his employee’s bright smile when he entered at noon time. He gave a bright smile back and clasped the ( Read more... )

He Dreams Often (Part 2)

They had never questioned him so he never revealed anything about himself; maybe his favorite food and beer but nothing beyond skin surface. He’d not shared with them the many times he’s seen them perform concerts at a city before they even reach the reached said  city, or roadies being injured  and taken to the ( Read more... )

“So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour”

-Baby It’s Cold Outside (Duet)

Song # ( Read more... )

Zacky dreams often, about irregular things. Things like jacking off to a good song, or about the zombie apocalypse, or even unicorns frolicking in a pasture (those he tends to try and forget) but yes; irregular things. So when he started dreaming about a bruised and bloody Johnny he was not sure what to make of it. He didn’t think it was ( Read more... )

MAY I HAVE THIS MOONDANCE

Moon mates, come dance with me.

“Pups are the second cutest thing right after the noise you make while masturbating,” my housemate informed as she laced up the official white and blue mating corset. I threw daggers at her along with my glare.

“You would know, sitting up and waiting so that you ( Read more... )