How I Would Open Season 5: A Scene
[Scene: The Anderson Family Home, Blaine’s bedroom. Camera pans across the floor and shows clothes thrown everywhere. Camera pans again and we see lying in bed BLAINE and KURT. They’ve clearly had sex. BLAINE is still sound asleep: KURT is just waking up.
KURT’s voiceover begins]
Okay, okay, I know I said I wouldn’t be hooking up with Blaine this time when I came home, but listen: it’s not my fault. Weddings are like crack to me, and Blaine was just so cute in his Regionals outfit. How was I supposed to resist? Besides, being with Blaine again is easy, at least physically. And it’s getting better emotionally as well. I’m almost—well, I think I’m almost ready to get back together, you know?
[KURT smiles lovingly at the sleeping BLAINE, stretches, and gets out of bed. He begins digging around Blaine’s floor, trying to gather up his clothes.]
Besides, Regionals is our anniversary. Or at least, it was. I—
[KURT stops midsentence, and notices a ring box lying on the floor. He picks it up hesitantly and opens it up. Inside is a gorgeous engagement ring. KURT’s eyes get impossibly large—he slams the ring box shut, gathers up his clothes as fast as he can, and bolts.]
I’ve got to go.
[title card: GLEE!]
Tag to 10x24
This one is longer, but not long enough for me to feel I should post it on FF unless I’m told otherwise.
Tony DiNozzo doesn’t think the resigned life will be that terrible.
He assumes it will be a life of ease. There won’t be cases or long nights and weekends. He thinks that everything will work out fine without any added stress. No rules, no cases, no problems.
He doesn’t think he’ll wind up missing it.
Fic: Served Your Country (Part 5/5)
Summary: Kurt’s husband dies in action. He’s left to pick up the pieces of his life. He might have help.
Minor Character Death
I do believe this is the end! I don’t really have plans for an epilogue at the moment, but if something tempts me I might end up writing it someday. I hope you enjoyed this story! <3
Kurt wakes up to the sound of music.
His eyes open and he takes in the unfamiliar room. No, not unfamiliar, just not his own. The whiteness of the room, as he begins to wake up, makes him remember that it’s Blaine’s room.
Drabble: just the beginning
Marissa wanted early relationship Klaine telling ND about how they are dating now! Set in season 2!
OH GODG COME WHAT MWAY JUST CAOME ON SHUFFLE OKAY WOWW THIS ISN’T COOL JUST READ IT WHOILE I GO CRY
After Blaine kissed Kurt, they nervously stumbled through the confirmation that they were, in fact, boyfriends. They were blushing and still frazzled from kissing and it was the most perfect feeling Kurt ever had. He was someone’s boyfriend. He had a boyfriend.
They don’t tell anyone just yet. People at Dalton obviously know, because now they walk to Warblers’ practice holding hands and Blaine kisses Kurt on the cheek in the mornings in greeting, blushing himself. They decide to wait another two days until after Regionals to tell other people, like Kurt’s friends. It’s not as if they’ll care, consumed in the drama that precedes a competition.
Then, the Warblers don’t win Regionals. It’s a blow, but Blaine catches Kurt’s hand as they walk off stage and smiles at him. So that makes him feel slightly better.
maybe i'll burn a little brighter tonight.
A/N: This is set during ‘I Do’. And it’s kind of angsty, I guess? But this is me we’re talking about, so… even my best shot at angst is still probably considered fluff. This is rather short and very random, but hope you like!
beep You asked for thiiiissssss- submitted by littlegraybunny
Warning: Trans*!Edd, Binder, FTM - Work Safe
If you do not know what any of these mean, or understand this subject, continue scrolling. This blog is LGBT* safe blog. I will not accept discrimination. So read at your own digression.
It was still early summer and it was raining; that kind of rain that washed away the humidity and brought a crisp breeze through the window. Kevin and Edd lay head-to-foot on Kevin’s bed, Kevin throwing and catching a softball while Edd marveled at the fact that Kevin’s socked feet being beside his head wasn’t bothering him yet. The rain pattered on the windowsill from time to time, thunder rumbling closer and then farther and then closer again. Edd was sweating lightly under his binder, trying to lay still and let the occasional cool draft from the window wash over him like an aloe balm for the smoldering heat of their outdoor activities from that morning.
The sound of the softball smacking into Kevin’s palm stopped suddenly, and Edd tilted his head to look at Kevin, who was resting the ball on his stomach. Edd couldn’t see Kevin’s face from his vantage point, so it was hard to know what he was thinking (though when was it ever easy), but then Kevin sat up and there was a furrow in his brow. Edd propped himself up on his elbows, and Kevin adjusted himself so that he and Edd were laying side by side. Edd blushed softly and smiled, laying back down on the pillow. He liked laying quietly next to Kevin like this—especially when he wasn’t faintly smelling Kevin’s socks.
Guys, I realized Pitch’s center…
He’s a unifier
Just like how he wants to be united with his daughter, He’s been instilling fear upon the children in an attempt to bring them together to try and fight their nightmares.
He’s been trying to make them realize that even though the world is dark and bleak, they can fight the nightmares as long as they’re together.
HE INSTINCTIVELY BROUGHT THE GUARDIANS BACK TOGETHER IN ORDER TO ACCEPT JACK FROST.
KOZMOTIS IS FIGHTING THE FEARLINGS INTERNALLY.
can you just imagine a narry fight though like
“Well, mAYBE if sOMEONE started to do more dishes we wouldn’t have to have this argument right now”
“And how the hell does the dishes have anything with this to do? You can start talking when your dick is as big as your ego”
“oh and now you’re bringing my dick into this? wow, really, good move, Styles”
“It sure damn was a while since you dID a good move on me”
“okay so now our sex live is the problem? enlighten me, what have I done wrong now?”
“you never do anything, that’s the problem”
“Harry, you top! what the hell am I sUPPOSED to do?”
“I don’t know, try something new!”
“Well I’m sORRY for not being a acrobatic but I can’t ride your dick while juggling knives!”
“that’s not what I mean! see you don’t even try anymore”
“Don’t even try!? Harry I do everything around here, when was the last time you threw the garbage?”
“we’ve already had the garbage talk, okay, I get it, I’m sorry! but maybe you should start paying bills, huh? I’m always the one taking care of all that stuff”
“well I don’t know about you but I’d rather stay inside with my computer paying bills than running around store to store buying crap that you never use”
“Are you talking about the banana holder, because I use the banana holder!”
“yeah right the only thing you hold is your dick in your hand”
“excuse me? you’re the one who jerks off every time we’re apart for two days, is that why you never do anything in bed anymore? are you bored?”
“I’m as bored as you are when supernatural comes on tv”
“don’t bring supernatural into this!”
“please you’d much rather fuck that Jensen dude than me”
“you’re just babbling! like you always do!”
“I don’t ‘babble’ stop saying ‘babble’!”
“babble, babble, babble, babble!-“
“Harry god dammit, just get the fucking lights, you’re closest!”
cooking duties, a modern au enjolras x eponine drabble
Neither of them really enjoy cooking. Food is a necessity, not an indulgence. Meals are usually eaten over a book or in bed, with Enjolras constantly complaining about the crumbs all over the sheets. In between meetings and during those television shows that Éponine insists he be at home to watch with her.
For Niki- Happy Birthday, sweetcheeks! (
this is completely off the top of my head- let’s see how this goes)
Tony knows that Ziva can feel his eyes on her, but he isn’t planning on looking away any time soon.
She’s lounged out beside Jimmy and Breena’s pool, sporting a bright red strapless bikini that practically begs him to stare. He’s leaning against the pool house, his sunglasses pulled over his eyes. The rest of the team is somewhere, a few are scattered in the pool, a few inside the house. His and Ziva’s daughter Levana is playing with Jimmy and Breena’s daugther Angie in the shallower waters of the pool.
Tony hears Jimmy laugh somewhere, and he’s glad that the autopsy gremlin is enjoying his birthday. Breena had put nearly everything together and when it had come to the guest list, Jimmy had only wanted the team.
It was a nice sentiment.
Drabble: Best Love Story fanfic
- Key: Want Jonghyun with me in WGM
- WGM people: Okay, sure
- JongKey: Yay!
- WGM: *Makes Jongkey WGM*
- JongKey: *lovey dovey*
- FangirlShippers: *happy crey/ugly crey/dead/happy forever/diehappy*
- WGM: *receives very high ratings and all the money*
- The End:
- A/N: u-u (OTL sorry)
what about a drabble where laur is totally a bitch with camz, they kinda hate each other someday they are fight and kiss so they keeping 'hate' each other but sometimes they kiss and stuffs one day lauren hear that camz willl move to other city the next day then in the middle of the night lauren goes to camz house and tell her that she loves her and that she cant live without here... happy end pls make it cute
This really reminds me of Intensity but without the homophobia shit, but I want to write this anyways because I love the idea so much okay lets begin-
Shay sighed as he sat in the furthest corner of his bedroom, his legs drawn up to his chest almost entirely. There was just enough space between his chest and his legs for him to rest his right arm just below his knees. For a long time, he simply stared at his arm, admiring everything about it that made him unique from everyone else.
Closing his eyes, Shay drew in a deep breath and lift his left hand, which held a small blade he broke from a disposable razor. He didn’t do this with great frequency, but when he did, it was because he was in extreme amounts of emotional pain that only physical pain could numb. He knew that cutting wouldn’t permanently get rid of his problems, but it would help temporarily, and temporary relief was all he wanted at this moment.
The cold metal dragged across Shay’s skin and he hissed, squeezing his eyes closed tighter as he enjoyed the sting of the new wound. He made three more cuts similar to the first, all of them yielding the same verbal reaction of pure bliss. When he opened his eyes, the sight of blood dripping down his arm was just as delightful as the sensation of bringing it there.
For just a few minutes, nothing mattered and nothing hurt. Because for just a few minutes, Shay was actually able to feel alive.