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#'tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef that i'm a vegetarian and i ain't fuckin' scared of him'

idk why but "choke me like you hate me but you love me" really fuckin slaps! i don't have any particular feelings about the rest of the song but that one line is some kind of Vibe

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Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3

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"tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef, that i'm a vegetarian and i ain't fuckin' scared of him" is such a raw ass quote, you'd think it was from like shakespeare or something, but no she wants to touch me whoa she wants to love me whoa

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tell your boyfriend

if he says he's got beef

that i'm a vegetarian and i ain't fucking scared of him

speeddraw idk

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"Tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him" is the most metal fucking line thank you for that 3oh!3

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Black dress with the tights underneath I got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth And she's an actress (Actress), but she ain't got no need She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back East T—t—t—tongues always pressed to your cheeks While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth You tell your boyfriend (Boyfriend), if he says he's got beef That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader

wc: 1931

warnings: virginity loss, more plot than porn, mutual pining, sex in a semi-public space, unprotected sex (*mean girls coach voice* everybody take some rubbers)

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You sip on a drink, giggling about something you're not sure you'll remember in the morning with Tsu and Kirishima. Designated drivers Iida and Bakugou sit in the corner of the room and watch, making awkward small talk. And barely ten feet away from where you sit, Izuku stands on the little stage at the front of the karaoke room your friend group had booked. He's not sure how he got wrangled into singing, but here he stands. Mina and Kaminari stand by the machine, picking songs and occasionally piping in with drunken backup vocals.

"Midoriya! Do you know this song?" Kaminari asks, pointing to an older, electronic song. Izuku shakes his head, and Denki motions for him to pop in some earbuds while the rest of you talk amongst yourselves. "This one's sure to get her," he nudges Izuku.

"H-huh? Get who? I don't know what you're talking about," Izuku says quickly, pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

"Y/n, obviously. You've been staring at her all night. Don't tell me you haven't been, don't even. We've all got eyes. If you were any more obvious then even she would notice it," Mina chimes in. She presses play on her phone and music well out of his comfort zone floods his ears. As the song draws to a close, he nods.

"A-alright, I'll do it."

"That's my dude!" Denki grins. Mina pats his back encouragingly.

"Go get her, tiger!" she says.

A light electronic beat starts, with Izuku's shaky voice over it. Kaminari shouts the background vocals from the front row. He can't bring himself to look at you, he can see out of the corner of his eye that you're still engrossed in a conversation he can't hear, close enough to Kirishima that your thighs are touching his as he leans down to hear what you're saying.

"...t-tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fuckin' scared of him," Izuku sings, finally daring to look at the two of you directly. Your eyes widen when it registers to you that this is the first time you've heard Izuku curse without stuttering. The look of shock on your face makes Izuku smile. The way his confidence grows the more you watch him, that's more intoxicating to him than the mixed drink Mina had handed him when he walked in the room a little over an hour ago. He's thankful the melody is simple, focusing instead of ennunciating the words.

At the end of the most… confusing? enlightening? three minutes of your night, you're barely aware of Kirishima's arm around you anymore. Your focus on Izuku and subsequent dropped conversation doesn't pass him by.

"'S nearly 9, I'm leaving. If you're driving with me, get your shit," Bakugou announces. Kirishima moves to stand, and looks at you, a nugget of hope buried in his expression.

"You comin' with us?" he asks. You glance at Izuku, who's talking to Todoroki and Iida. Chances are, you think, he's going to stay.

"I, uh, I'm gonna stick around for a bit," you say apologetically. "See you tomorrow though?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Tomorrow," Kirishima says, hoping you don't notice his brief flash of disappointment. He gives your hand a quick squeeze before following Bakugou to wait by the door. You look around the room and catch Denki and Mina pulling Izuku away from your friends, muttering something with smirks on their faces and pointing at the music machine.

"Just stay, she'll stay till you go, I promise. I know girls," Denki says to Izuku.

"No, he doesn't, but I'll admit he's right this time," Mina says.

Over the next hour or so the rest of your friends file out. Some riding with Tenya, some taking the train, and the remaining stragglers walking, until you and Izuku are the only two left. The phone on the wall rings, and you answer, asking to extend your booking by another half hour.

"Y-you're planning on sticking around that long?" he asks, fidgeting with the machine by the stage.

"I, uh, I kinda figured you were," you say. "Because you didn't leave with Todoroki and Iida, and they were you ride here, right?"

"Yeah, right, they were," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. He clears his throat. "Look, I, I wanted to stay because I was hoping I could be alone with you."

"Me?"

"Mhm," he confirms, pink creeping across his face again. You let out a little laugh in disbelief.

"You're what, the top hero in the country? You could bag any girl you wanted without trying, you know that, right?"

"I have to try with you. I, uh, I like that," he murmurs.

"You really don't," you say. "Have to try, I mean. I think you just want to. And I think your eyes are pretty but just for decoration." You move closer to him, brushing a stray curl away from his eyes. "Because if they were of any use, you'd see I've had a stupidly big crush on you since we were in university."

"R-really? But, Kirishima?" Izuku replies. It's your turn for heat to creep up your neck.

"He and I, we, uh, had a bit of a thing. He wanted to help me get over you," you confess. "It, uh, it worked for a while. He, he showed me ways to feel good, and ways to make myself feel good. And I kind of hoped I'd like him the way he likes me, but I, I can't," the words tumble out of your mouth, burning like a waterfall of whiskey as they pour past your lips. A low beat rumbles quietly in the background. You try to will yourself to pay attention to the lyrics, but Izuku's lifting your chin to look him in the eye.

"I, I think it's more than a little obvious, at least according to Kaminari and Ashido. But I like you too. Always have," he says. The way his stomach flips when you smile at him, he'd pay anything to get to experience that again and again. "C-can you maybe, uh," he hesitates for a moment, nerves creeping up on him as he sees you hang onto his every word. "Can you show me what Kirishima showed you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Show me how to make you feel good? It's not a, uh, wholesome thing, per se, but I've, I've thought about fucking you for years. Dreamed about it, even. I, uh, used to use less of my hand, so I could pretend it's yours." As quickly as his confidence had appeared earlier in the evening, it disappears. He looks anywhere but at you as his secrets spill from his tongue.

"I can do that," you say. You pull him closer by the belt, reaching one hand up to settle in his curls. You pull him gently down to reach your lips. His lips move instinctually against yours, revelling in your taste. Half of him can't even believe this is real. His arm is around your waist, but he pulls back.

"I've never done this before," he confides in you.

"You've got nothing to worry about, I'm right here," you say quietly. He pulls you backwards with him towards the bench and lets himself fall. You brace yourself for impact, but you're pleasantly surprised when he catches you. You straddle his lap, trailing kisses down his neck. He groans, and you feel his cock stir beneath you.

"How long have you been waiting for this, did you say?" you ask.

"We're, uh, 25 now? So, s-seven years," he says, cringing to himself.

"I'd better make it worth the wait, then," you smile. You shift your weight backwards and reach between your bodies to unbuckle Izuku's belt. He shimmies out of his jeans as much as he can manage as you slide your panties off from under your dress with a little difficulty. Both caught up in removing your clothing, you're reminded of each other for a moment when your heads collide.

"I, I'm sorry!" Izuku exclaims, but you just laugh.

"'S'alright," you giggle and kiss his forehead where it hit yours. He pulls your head gently down to reciprocate. Your smile is contagious, quickly spreading to Izuku.

"Don't get too rough with me, yeah?" he teases.

"No promises," you say, winking at him. He chuckles. His hands grip your hips as he hovers you over his cock. "You sure about this, 'zuku?" you ask.

"Never been more sure of anything," he breathes out. "Please, I want to feel you around me. I want you," he assures you. You nod and let him guide you down onto his length.

"S-slowly, slower, please," you groan at the stretch. He's quick to ease up on you. Kirishima may have been larger overall, but Izuku's still quite a lot for you to take without any prep. He lets you push yourself down on him until he's buried to the hilt in your soft, welcoming cunt.

"C-can I move? Do you want to do that? What, what should I do? Wanna make you feel good, bunny," he moans out nearly in a single breath. Your face flushes deeper at the pet name. "You, you got tighter, 's'that mean you like it? Bunny?" he tests it out. You nod shyly.

"You can move, n' I like it," you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Izuku spreads his hands out on your hips. You feel him relax more under you as he guides you up and down. The corner of your mouth quirks into a smirk. You raise your hips and hover over his lap, just the head of his cock barely inside of you. His breath hitches and a low whine spills from his lips.

"Wh-whatcha doing?" his voice is strained. You just smile in response. You plunge yourself down all the way on his cock. You moan in tandem. "F-fuck, bunny, just like that, you feel so good," he babbles.

"Here," you say, guiding one of Izuku's hands away from your waist. "Touch me here. It, uh, it feels really good." With your hand over his, you take his thumb and rub it in light circles around your clit. The sound that falls from his throat is guttural as he feels you, hears you, in the most intimate of ways. You roll your hips into his. When you're confident he'll keep up his ministrations, you loop your arms around the back of his neck.

"Am, am I doing alright?" he pants. "Th-think I can get as good as Kirishima?" he asks, hope edging out doubt in his curiosity.

"Shh, you're doing good, 'zuku, so good. Don't, don't wanna talk about him. 'S you, 's always been you," you angle your hips, grinding the head of his cock into the spongy area along your walls. "F-fuck," you moan. "'M close, w-wanna cum with you. Y-you wanna cum, 'zuku?"

"God, yes, fuck, please, I wanna cum. P-please, make me cum," he babbles. It only takes a few more rolls of your hips, a few more flicks of his thumb rubbing against you, before you're clenching and whimpering around his cock and he's spilling his load inside you.

You sit breathless on Izuku's lap, feeling his cock soften inside you as he holds you tight against him.

"D-did I live up to your expectation? Do you regret that at all?" you ask, worry creeping into your soft voice. Izuku holds you impossibly closer to him.

"Of course not, bunny," he murmurs. "It's always been you."

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TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND IF HE SAYS HE'S GOT BEEF THAT I'M A VEGETARIAN AND I AIN'T FUCKIN SCARED OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Singing in the Kitchen ~ AIEB

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x OC Enhanced Avenger

Series Synopsis: Lilith Fletcher, the Navy's first female officer escapes from hydra and meets Tony Stark who works to keep her undercover until she is ready to face the world again. When that time comes, she is reunited with Bucky Barnes. After Tony finally badgers you into moving into the compound, you are met with a familiar face and finally start to find yourself and get rid of your hydra past to build your future.

Chapter Summary: A little intro to our girl while dancing in the kitchen and an unexpected guest.

Word Count: 1342

Warnings: mentions of trauma, cheating, and HYDRA violence

A/N: Let's go girls

Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics used in the beginning and do not claim to have come up with them. Also, I own two original characters but and do not claim marvel characters, I just like em lol :)

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   "T-tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef/ That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't FUCKING SCARED OF HIM" You scream as you dance around the kitchen in your small apartment.

You've been in your head about things again and trying desperately remember anything about your life before hydra took you. You have broad strokes, of course, but you really want the small details. What your personality was, your friends, your first crush, something that will give you a sense of humanity. You discovered early 2000s emo music and realized that it was a good distraction and it helped you get your frustrations out.

Music has always been your reprieve from your own thoughts. The breath control with singing is almost like meditation whether you were singing broadway, punk rock, or your old swing music it gives you something to focus on. Your favorite part of being in a new century was the fact that music is so accessible. You discovered music apps and one of your favorite hobbies is to make mood playlists. The past two years have been a time of media discovery for you and new music has really gotten a hold of you. New being relative, of course, but either way finding new music is really helping you settle in the new millennia.

You're living in Salem, Massachusetts which is slightly ironic given your circumstances. Even so, you love it. It's a little brutal in the summer but fall in Salem is a dream. It is so peaceful that it almost makes you forget everything. That's really all you want to do, forget. You wish you had someone to help you forget, but your recent ex who was helping with that decided that your issues with sex could be handled best if he was sleeping with someone else. You've gotten over him by now but the sting of the betrayal lingers and makes you weary of letting someone in again; because no-one could possibly understand and you can't think of a single man who could wait on you that long.

You don't know how long it would be before you were ready for physical intimacy. You couldn't even look at yourself naked, the scars just remind you of those months or years of abuse. You honestly can't tell how long it happened before you were finally able to escape. You can't even say out loud what happened, you just try to push the memory down hoping that someday it will go away. The therapist that Stark set you up with doesn't even know. She can tell there is something you aren't telling her but she is giving you time and doesn't want to push you too much. She was just able to make you realize you didn't deserve being cheated on so she doesn't want to send you over the edge by asking why you weren't able to have sex with your boyfriend of almost a year. It's been about seven months and you finally know you're worth more than that, but you know that the type of man you need just doesn't exist so you've been getting used to being alone, hoping that coming to terms with a life of solitude will help the nightmares go away.

God, the nightmares. They never seem to stop. Every single night you get flashbacks. The abuse, the torture, the brainwashing, you killing innocent people under the control of HYRDA over and over again with no end in sight. You are so tired all the time that you don't know if you'll ever actually sleep a full night again. You'd think after two and a half years it would get better but it's relentless. You tried alcohol, but because of the serum they gave you, you can't even get drunk. Dr. Raynor suggested things to help; meditation was an invitation of racing thoughts, exercise helped to a certain extent but didn't do anything long term, music seems to be a good solution, but you find yourself staring at a tv every night watching movies to drown out your thoughts long enough for you to fall asleep for a couple of hours just to be woken up by another nightmare.

Dr. Raynor is a good therapist for the most part, tells you bluntly when you could be doing more and encourages you to keep it up when you're putting the work in. She can tell your motivation was starting to diminish and you have a feeling that she'd talk to Tony if she thought you needed more than just her help over the computer screen.

Tony Stark found you shortly after you escaped. He tried to get you to come to New York and work with the Avengers but you just can't see yourself being a hero again. That life ended in the 40's and you've been tainted at this point, you're worried that you won't be able to turn it around and be who you were. He said he was willing to wait (although you have told him 'no' multiple times) and set you up in Salem to make sure you are safe. A couple of people on Tony's team know you and some of your background but that was only so that if HYRDA starts to make some noise, they can let you know. You've been able to stay under the radar so far.

Although you insist on paying for your own rent and utilities, Tony won't let you. It's nothing extravagant, but it's nice. You have a fairly small two bedroom apartment. When you enter, you walk into a small living room with a couch and tv, a kitchen to your left, a bedroom to your right. At the other end of the living room you have a big window with a window seat where you like to spend your mornings with some tea and reading or writing. The other bedroom next to yours is a studio that you've set up. Another thing that's been keeping your mind busy is ceramics. You took a couple of classes when you got to town and fell in love with it. It's putting your hands to good use and you're able to create something beautiful instead of destroying something which has been cathartic. Sure your art is macabre but the trauma has to show up somewhere right?

While you continually turn Tony's offer down, you have to admit to yourself that you're starting to get lonely. Your paranoia is getting worse but you are starting to long for friendship and some sort of community. Mrs. Fredrickson down the hall doesn't really count. You have a lot in common with her but you're trying not to let on that you're actually older than the 92 year old. She is sweet and calls you 'honey.' She's started to feel like a motherly figure to you. She brings you dinner every Tuesday, her husband passed last year and since then, you have been having cards night with her because she and her husband used to and she couldn't bear to stop. She is someone that you'd have a hard time leaving if you told Tony you'd come. But you're starting to think it may be a good idea. You miss being around likeminded people, although you couldn't name a single one from your past.

You are washing your dishes and singing at the top of your lungs when you hear a loud banging on the door that almost makes you jump out of your skin. It is a Tuesday morning and usually your neighbors aren't home so you feel like you can be loud without disturbing people. Assuming that Mrs. Fredrickson is coming to check on you but wanting to be safe, you turn the music down, grab a knife from your block and walk to your door. When you look in the peephole you see a familiar face that you are beyond pleasantly surprised to see. You unlock your six deadbolts and throw open the door to let her in.

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the lyrics T-TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND IF HE SAYS HE'S GOT BEEF THAT I'M A VEGETARIAN AND I AIN'T FUCKIN SCARED OF HIM are clinically proven to cure depression

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T-tell your beef, if he says he's got boyfriend, that I'm scared of him and I ain't fucking vegetarian

"T..tell your beef, if he says he's got boyfriend, that I'm scared of him and I ain't fucking vegetarian," Hiromi slurred, his finger poking Shokichi, better known even to many of his friends as Oka, on the end of the nose.

Oka chuckled, grabbed his wrist, and kissed the backs of his knuckles.

Poor Hiromi just didn't know his limits when it came to sake.

You felt bad laughing at him (or, at least Oka did, though Reki seemed to revel in it) but he said the most ridiculous things once he lost control.

It was cute, but Oka was a biased source.

"My boyfriend can be awfully scary, but I have a secret about him that I can tell you. Deep down he's just a soft little hothouse flower with bright petals pretending to be a snappy Venus flytrap."

Hiromi's face fell. "You...you do have a boyfriend?"

"A big, strong, tough, sexy one. What are you going to do about it? You're scared of him." Oka knew he shouldn't tease Hiromi when he was like this--it was worse than Reki's laughing--but he wanted to see what he would say.

"I'm not, Hiromi contradicted himself. "I'll lay him flat. I won't even need to fight dirty. I am powered by the noblest force of all."

"Ego and need to prove you are the alpha male?"

"No! Love!"

"You love me?" Oka couldn't help but stammer even though they were entering a whole new area of conversations not to have while Hiromi was near blackout drunk.

Hiromi nodded and headed for the door, or he would have been if Oka wasn't still holding his hand "That's why I need to fight for you. I didn't fight for my manager. I let her go because I could let her go,  but you're different. I won't give up until you love me too."

"Well then you can give up. You're the scary boyfriend."

"I'm the scary boyfriend?"

"Mhmm."

Hiromi slumped. "That's such a relief. I can't fight anyone."

"I know."

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tell your cannibal boyfriend, if he says he's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him

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c calloway 3oh!3 song vibe say no more i'm omw

agdkdhjsgddhhddh I'm here for this commitment to the vibe Anon. I mainly used that song for the best lyric in the world (but also because C is low-key a hoe): "tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him". Because that's simply iconique.

- Tori

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so tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef that i'm a vegetarian and i ain't fuckin scared of him

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tell your boyfriend

if he says he's got beef

that i'm a vegetarian and i ain't fucking scared of him

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I'm sure this has been said before but the lyrics "tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef, that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him" RADIATES Neil energy

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In Orbit (9/?)

Pairing: Klaine

Rating: T for this chapter

Summary: Blaine starts attending NYU, and he and Kurt weave in and out of each other's lives - as friends, exes, friends with benefits, and harder-to-define labels - while they navigate college, relationships, and adulthood in New York.

Notes: It was a good thing, but it couldn't last forever. We all knew that, right?

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Kurt checked his phone when he was let out of his theatre history class on a Tuesday, and saw he had a new text from Blaine.

You free to grab coffee sometime today?

Kurt responded, Yeah, I'm free after 4:15.

Perfect, Blaine replied. The Joe Coffee on 13th at 4:30?

See you then, Kurt texted back.

The cafe was small, but luckily at 4:30pm not many people were seeking out coffee. Kurt bought a nonfat latte and a croissant when he arrived, and Blaine appeared only moments after he'd sat down.

They talked about classes and friends and family and the weather. "Did I tell you Rachel got another callback?" Kurt asked.

"I don't think so," Blaine replied.

"Yeah, she feels good about this one. Which is nice, because after so many auditions that didn't lead to anything she's been pretty down. It's incredible how she can be both so egotistical and so critical of herself."

"Well, hopefully this works out," Blaine said. "Oh, and it does look like I'm going to stay in the city over the summer."

"Really?" Kurt asked, smiling over his coffee. "That's awesome."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I've applied to some internships and jobs that I should be hearing back from soon. I just need to have something lined up before the deadline for summer housing."

"Well, worse case scenario, you're always welcome on our couch."

Blaine grinned. "Thank you."

"And we'll only charge you a little for rent," Kurt added, and Blaine rolled his eyes.

Once they'd finished their drinks and the coffee shop was starting to close up, they left. As they walked along the street, in the direction of Blaine's dorm and the train Kurt needed to catch, Blaine spoke up.

"So, hey, you know how this weekend we'd kind of planned on having a bunch of sex at your place while Rachel was out of town?"

Kurt glanced over at him with a playful smile. "Yeah?"

Blaine's expression was a little nervous. "Well, I'm gonna have to cancel."

"Oh," Kurt said. "Okay, sure. How come?"

Blaine shoved his hands into his pockets. "Well, I um...I have a date on Saturday."

Kurt stared at him, and Blaine looked back with a tentative smile. "Great!" Kurt said. "Uh, with who?"

Blaine's grin grew. "With this guy Ethan, you met him that time at Uncommons. He's in a couple of my classes, and he asked me out yesterday."

"Ah," Kurt replied. "Where are you guys going?"

"To the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens."

"That sounds really nice," Kurt said, and Blaine nodded.

"Yeah, I think it will be."

They'd reached the corner of 13th and University, where they would have to part ways, and they paused.

"We can still hang out or something this weekend," Blaine said. "I'd like that. It's just that...I mean, I don't know where this is gonna go, with Ethan. Maybe we'll go on this one date and it'll be terrible and I'll never speak to him again. But just in the interest of, you know, being open to more...it seems like a bad idea to be sleeping with someone else right after a first date."

"Yeah," Kurt said, taking a deep breath. "Of course, that makes total sense. I get it."

"Thanks," Blaine replied.

"He seemed nice," Kurt said quickly, "when I met him that time. I hope the date goes well."

"Me too," Blaine said with a shy smile. "Just text me if you wanna hang out, though."

"Yeah," Kurt said, waving his hand dismissively. "I have a lot of stuff to do, anyway. And it'll be nice to just have the place to myself with Rachel gone."

"Okay," Blaine said, his tone still uncertain even as he stood up straighter. "Well, see you soon."

"Definitely," Kurt said, forcing a smile. "Bye, Blaine."

Kurt turned to walk north to Union Square, trying to keep his pace even and calm and normal. He breathed deeply as he dodged other pedestrians.

This was fine. This was fine! It was completely logical. If Kurt had been asked out by someone else, of course he'd tell Blaine they had to stop hooking up. It only made sense. And they would keep being friends, even without the benefits. This was not a breakup, this was not Blaine saying he didn't like Kurt, or didn't think Kurt was attractive. It was just that the circumstances had changed, so their relationship had to adjust. That was fine. It was fine.

He put in his headphones as he descended into the subway station, and began planning how he was going to spend his newfound free time this weekend.

May 2014

Kurt and Rachel met Blaine and Ethan outside the restaurant. Blaine beamed when he saw them, then tapped Ethan's shoulder to get his attention and point them out as they approached. Kurt had no idea how to process the mix of emotions he felt.

"Hey guys," Blaine greeted them. "This is Ethan. Ethan, this is Rachel and Kurt."

Ethan smiled and held up a hand in a vague 'hello' gesture. Kurt felt annoyed that he couldn't even wave his hand back and forth, let alone shake hands with them.

Kurt recognized Ethan from the game night a few weeks ago, but now he examined him more closely. He was the same height as Blaine, and he had thick, shaggy brown hair that was held down with a beanie. His clothing was aggressively generic - loose-fitting jeans and a dark gray t-shirt.

"So nice to meet you!" Rachel was gushing, and Kurt tried to smile politely.

They went inside the ramen place, crowded and warm and smelling of delicious food, and after a few minutes were led to a booth.

"This looks really good," Blaine said as they looked over the menus. "Thanks for inviting us, Kurt."

Kurt took a deep breath and arranged the cloth napkin on his lap. "Of course," he replied. When he'd texted Blaine about joining him and Rachel to try out a new restaurant, he hadn't been expecting Blaine to ask if Ethan could tag along. It wasn't like he could say no, though, and besides, he tried to remind himself that he had no reason to not want Ethan around. He should want to meet the guy Blaine was dating.

After they ordered, Rachel asked Ethan and Blaine about their classes. They talked about the music classes that they shared, and the other subjects they were each taking. Kurt sipped his ice water and listened, rarely contributing to the conversation.

The waiter returned with their food, setting large bowls in front of them and providing chopsticks and soup spoons. Blaine's eyebrows creased as he looked at Ethan's bowl.

"Didn't you ask for yours to be vegetarian?" Blaine asked him. "That has beef in it."

Ethan examined his ramen. "Oh yeah. They must have forgotten."

Blaine shifted in his seat, looking around the restaurant. "We can get his attention…" Blaine said.

Ethan placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's fine."

"You should get what you ordered," Blaine insisted.

"Are you vegetarian?" Rachel asked.

Ethan shrugged. "My household was always vegetarian, because my parents were raised Hindu. But seriously, it's not a big deal. Especially since starting college, I've been eating more meat. We don't have to bother the waiter."

"It's not bothering him to ask him to do his job," Kurt said. Even as he said it, he wondered what the hell he was doing. Working at the diner had made him profoundly sympathetic to the plight of waitstaff. But for whatever reason, he was annoyed by Ethan's lack of concern.

Ethan shook his head. "Really, I'm fine." He used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of beef from his noodles and pop it in his mouth, to show just how fine he was with it.

"Okay," Blaine said, picking up his own chopsticks, "if you say so."

Blaine and Rachel drove the conversation for most of dinner, which they were very good at doing. Rachel was about to start rehearsals for the play she was cast in, so she could hardly shut up about it. Ethan asked a few polite questions that made it clear he knew very little about theater, but Rachel was happy to prattle on regardless.

After they'd finished and paid the check, they said goodbye on the sidewalk outside. Blaine and Ethan walked away towards the subway, hand-in-hand.

Kurt and Rachel had been walking in silence for a block when Rachel finally asked, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Kurt insisted as they navigated through some scaffolding.

"You were just quiet," she said. "How are you feeling about, you know, Blaine dating someone?"

Kurt scoffed. "It's fine, Rachel, I'm happy for him. We haven't been together for like a year and a half. Sure, we were kind of doing the friends with benefits thing, but that was all. It was just sex. Now we're back to being regular friends, which is fine. We've done it before."

"Have you?" Rachel asked doubtfully.

"Yes," Kurt said firmly. "So don't worry about me, okay?"

Rachel shrugged. "Whatever you say, Kurt."

As Kurt lay in bed that night, though, he had to admit that he wasn't fine. He wasn't exactly sure why it had bothered him to see Blaine and Ethan together. All the things he'd said to Rachel were true - he hadn't been dating Blaine, they'd just been hooking up, so this couldn't be jealousy. Maybe it was that he didn't like Ethan, specifically. That could be it. He seemed too easy-going, not passionate in the same way Blaine was. They didn't seem like a good match. Kurt wasn't sure what Blaine saw in him.

Or maybe Kurt was just annoyed that Blaine had called off their friends-with-benefits arrangement first. Maybe he just envied the fact that Blaine was dating someone, and he wasn't. That was plausible. It had been nearly nine months since Adam had dumped him, maybe it was time for him to get out there. Since he had started hooking up with Blaine again, he hadn't put much effort into going to parties or meeting new people or trying to date. Probably this was just a sign that he should move on and find a boyfriend for himself.

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tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef that i'm a vegetarian and i aint fuckin scared of him is still one of the coldest lines ever. Ever

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@sooonotpro(she/her): and my defense goes 'I'm not starting in the middle of a thought this is the development of your thought'

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Audio: an edited version of "Don't Trust Me" by 3OH!3 so the lyrics are swapped

Caption: "when someone says something that makes me realize other things"

Lyrics: T-tell your beef, if he says he's got boyfriend.

Caption: "*processing*"

Lyrics: That I'm scared of him and I ain't fucking vegetarian.

Caption: "launching into an evolved version of the previous conversation with zero context"

Lyrics: She want to touch me, woo-ooh. She wants to love me, woo-ooh.

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tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef, that i'm a vegetarian and i ain't fucking scared of him // @osbirthed

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