Summary: some missing scenes from 4x18. Blaine and Kurt talk after the shooting. I’m sorry this is so emotional i’m so emotional ;-;
Blaine’s hands are shaking so much he can hardly hold his phone. He has exactly four people he wants to call, and those four people won’t pick up their phones—his parents are at work, Cooper’s got some big audition today, and Kurt’s in class.
He’s almost glad, really. He can’t imagine calling his mom, telling her he’s locked in his school’s choir room while there’s a shooter somewhere in the school. He can’t imagine telling any of them—he doesn’t want them to worry. Which he knows is stupid. He’s never been this fucking scared in his whole life.
Blaine feels an arm wrap around his shoulders, and he instinctively flinches away at first. Sam scoots a little closer, rubbing up his arm and ducking his face close to Blaine’s.
“It’s going to be okay,” Sam whispers. Blaine doesn’t look at him, because Sam sure doesn’t look like it’s going to be okay. He’s shaking, too, but Blaine clutches at his shirt. He hopes he doesn’t throw up. “You want to call someone?” Blaine shakes his head, and the first tears slip down his face.
“I just want my mom and dad, and my brother, I want my brother, I want Kurt.” Blaine whimpers and pulls harder at Sam’s shirt.
The phone just wouldn’t stop ringing.
“‘Lo?” Sam mumbled into the receiver, trying not to drool on it as he rolled over in bed.
“He asked you to be his best man.”
Sam froze. Eyes flying open. It wasn’t the familiarity of the voice, but the harshness in it that caught him off guard. “E-excuse me?”
“Blainey asked you to be his best man. After all I’ve done for him-!”
“Cooper man I’m sorry, but I’m not-“
“I pretty much raised him!”
“Pretty sure your parents would argue there.”
“His first word was ‘Cooper’!”
“He told me it was ‘pancake’.”
“I’ve been there for him-!” Cooper paused there and Sam didn’t even need to cut in. “Ok no I haven’t - but I’ve been working on it!”
Sam shook his head, “Dude, Blaine loves you. He adores you. You’re still in the wedding party - he just asked me to he his best man.”
There was a long pause on the other end, and then, “You’re real proud of yourself, aren’t you Evans?” Sam let out a loud groan. “We’ll you better watch your back. Anderson’s don’t forget.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’ll be watching.”
“Ok, Cooper.”
“I’m like a hawk.”
“Goodnight, Cooper.”
“You’ll never see me coming-!”
Click.
Sam put his phone on his night stand, shaking his head as he fell back against his pillow. Cooper was crazy, jealous and crazy. That was all.
But even so…Sam couldn’t hide the smug smirk on his lips as he drifted back to sleep.
“Cas.”
“No,” Cas grumbles instantly, burying his face in the pillow and tugging the blankets up around his shoulders. Dean laughs softly to himself and crawls up onto the bed, lowering himself down over the lump that Cas’ body is under the blankets and hovering there above him with a smirk. He doesn’t have long to wait. Cas opens one eye briefly, spots him there instantly, and groans, flipping around and whacking Dean lightly with the pillow. “Go away!”
“Nope. Time to get your lazy ass out of bed,” Dean tells him cheerfully, tugging the pillow out of Cas’ hold and tossing it aside. “Come on.”
Cas grumbles as Dean takes his shoulders and pulls him upright, eyes closed tight against the light of the sun leaking in though the blinds. “It’s early.”
“It’s nine, Cas, you’ve been sleeping forever.”
Cas frowns, and raises one hand to shield his eyes as he opens them, only to narrow them again in Dean’s direction. “I never slept for over a half billion years, I think I’ve earned five more minutes.”
Dean snorts, and grabs Cas’ hand to drag him forcefully out of bed. “Tough luck. I made waffles. Hurry up or Sam’ll eat ‘em all.”
“Fine,” Cas mutters, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. On their way out the door, Dean finally takes pity on him, and tugs Cas into his side, tucking him up against the warmth of his body and finally earning a smile.
for shristi
He always had a steady arm, and his aim is true now as it ever was—straight under the ribcage, jutting up to pierce the lungs. The jolt, the gasp, the splatter of blood on the lips, Dean’s eyes locked on his, and Castiel stares back as he watches Dean die skewered on his blade, watches the life fade from his face and the trickle of blood run from his mouth and drip to the floor.
The phone shook in his hands, his fingers not quite pressing the buttons on the screen. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans quickly, frantically, and pressed the camera onto his phone. He looked around frantically, peeking through the bookshelves he was hiding behind. His breath came out in short rasps, his stomach twisting.
Finally, he managed to hit the little red button.
“H…hey, mom…dad…it’s Blaine.” Blaine said slowly, voice barely above a whisper. He let out a shakey, forced laugh, but it soon disolved into a swallowed sob. Lower lip quivering, Blaine whispered, “W-well, obviously it’s me.” Blaine looked around carefully, trying to make sure no one was around. “I…I just, I needed to say this…while I still can.”
Taking a deep, shaky breath, he spoke on. “I…I know we haven’t…we haven’t been the closest. But…but you guys are my parents. And I-“ Blaine stopped, he bit down hard on his lower lip, glancing to the side to collect himself. Taking a wet breath, voice cracking, he whispered, “I love you both so much. And I-” A quiet sob broke through his words, “And I know you love me too, even if we—we have a hard time showing it—but I just…” Blaine gasped quietly, breath hitching. “I just needed you to know…if I don’t get to tell you…later.”
Wiping at his eyes, swallowing hard, “I’m sorry for everything. Please don’t forget me.” With his hands shaking, Blaine whispered one last time, “I love you.” And stopped recording.
His home screen popped up, his background a photo of him and his family at Christmas. Hugging the phone close to his chest, Blaine squeezed his eyes tight.
“I love you so much.”
The Trail, The Turn...
Another start to the delicious OTP that is Terry, enjoy. It’s just a drabble though, I’ll update later this week!
Looking in the mirror, Kerry took a deep breath. She still had her robe on, but she still felt so painfully exposed. Today was the day she was going to shoot her first sex scene with Tony and she always got so nervous when these days came up.
[FIC] You can't protect him from everything
Just a silly thing I wrote really quickly after seeing Iron Man 3. It’s completely unbeta’d and will likely stay that way since I have no intention of turning this into anything.
I might throw one or two more Anderson-Stark drabbles back out there because my love for this verse comes back every time a new movie is released.
Warnings: an AU version of the shooting scene in Shooting Star if that triggers you…
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The first shot fired and Blaine’s mind immediately recognized the sound though he knew his classmates were still trying to justify it in their own as a car backfiring or a locker slamming. He didn’t have that same naivete anymore. Not since Afghanistan and Obadiah. Not since Justin Hammer decided to employ Ivan Vanko and the Stark Expo had been attacked. Not since New York. No, ever since his dad had become Iron Man, Blaine had become well accustomed to the sound of gunshots — just not at his own school.
Sometimes Miranda writes fic in my ask box and I cry.
“Okay, spill. Where the fuck are you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Seems like the cell service is weird here.”
“Chriiiiis.”
“Don’t ‘Chriiiiis’ me, Dare.”
“You can’t see me, but I’m pouting at you.”
“I don’t have to see you to know you’re doing that.”
“Seriously, where are you? I know you’re here.”
As Long As it Takes
4X23 Reaction drabble
“There’s a letter from a Miss Forbes for you Niklaus. Do you want it?”
His control had nearly snapped. He had nearly given himself away to his brother, nearly revealed his innermost feelings, feelings that he didn’t trust Elijah with. So he continued painting, eyes never leaving the canvas when all he wanted to do was rush across the room and tear it from his brother’s grasp. “Leave it on the table.”
An agonizing ten minutes followed, and he counted every second of them, as he forced himself to wait. But that was all he could take. As soon as his internal clock hit the ten minute mark, he set down his brush. Somehow, though he wouldn’t know how, he managed to walk calmly to where the letter lay, opening it with caution, not ripping into the envelope as he longed to do. To say he was surprised at the contents would be an understatement.
You are Cordially Invited to the Graduation Ceremony of Caroline Forbes
She wanted him to be there with her? He tried to quash the hope that was bubbling in him; she would never want him, would she? But why had she invited him then? He would go, if only to see if there was an ulterior motive behind her invitation.
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Klaus hadn’t thought he would be here again; he had thought that he had left Mystic Falls for good, though he would never forget her. He smiled slightly when he pulled out his phone; honestly, she was worse than Stefan with the number of messages left on his phone. He sobered quickly though.
His plan here was simple; find a seat, watch Caroline graduate, deliver his present, say his goodbyes. Break his only remaining tie with this place as it were. Leave this town for good, and maybe try to move on past her.
And then he heard Caroline’s cries of pain; he knew they were hers, he would know it anywhere he was sure. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest, and he fought his inner panic. Without hesitating, he picked up a handful of graduation caps, rushing toward the sound.
And the smile she gave him after he killed the witch? It was worth it. It was worth everything that he had gone through to know that she invited him here on what she considered the most important day of her life, that he was important enough to have there with her. That she smiled at him when she saw him. She was, and she would always be worth it. And he knew that he couldn’t just say goodbye.
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“He’s your first love. I intend to be your last. However long it takes.” He knew this was the right choice; he would always love her, always wait for her, always accept her with open arms, but the timing wasn’t right. He had been expecting her to move on past Tyler to him, because he wanted her to. But one of the things he admired most about her was he loyalty. What he would do to earn that. He would wait for her; there was no moving on, not for him, not past this.
And he told himself that a kiss placed on her cheek would be enough if he was wrong and she never came to him. That the hand she placed without hesitance in his was a sign that she would chose him eventually.
It was the hardest choice he had ever had to make; to let her go. To put it in her hands; to have the chance that he would never be with her. But he had to do this right; he wouldn’t have her chose him just because she couldn’t be with Tyler. If she chose to be with him, he wanted it to be because she wanted him over Tyler. That she wanted him for him, like he wanted her for her.
Still, he nearly jumped when she leaned her head into his arm. “Thank you.” She whispered, and he tightened his grip on her hand in response. Caroline stopped moving though, and pulled her head away. He turned toward her, looking at her curiously. “I’m not saying that you’re right or wrong. I’m only technically seventeen though Klaus. And you’re, you’re a thousand years old. That’s a little terrifying for me honestly. But I can’t shake you, no matter how hard I try or how hard I pretend I really want to. I’m not saying yes, because I can’t right now, but maybe.”
It was enough.
Blaine sighed as he walked through the rain sadly. Kurt saying no felt like someone grabbed his heart out of his chest and stomped on it repeatedly.
“You idiot!” Kurt yelled. Blaine froze before he turned around. “You’re an idiot,” he repeated as he walked towards him.
“Kurt, your hai-” Blaine started as he reached out. Kurt slapped his hand away and sent him a glare.
“You think that proposing was what it would take for me to take you back?”
“But I-“
“And when I say no, you just storm out of my apartment in the rain, looking like a kicked puppy?”
“But you-“
“Blaine, all you had to do was ask!” Kurt said firmly before he took a deep breath. “Ask me to be yours again and I’m yours,” he added. Blaine stared at him with wide eyes. “I never said it was over for us. I didn’t say goodbye. It wasn’t over. It still isn’t over!” he all but yelled before he grabbed Blaine’s collar and yanked him forward into a kiss. “Now,” he mumbled as he pulled away slightly and pressed their foreheads together. “Ask me.” Blaine looked up and felt the tears stinging in his eyes.
“Be mine,” he said quietly. “Be mine again, please.”
“All you had to do was ask,” Kurt said before he pressed their lips together.
drabble based off of this (x) I gave it my best go…
Klaus was already leaving the bar the second Rebekah mentioned Caroline’s name. Even with Elijah shouting behind him, there was absolutely nothing that could stop him. Silas had gotten to Caroline…the tightness in his chest was beginning to hurt as he imagined what the bastard had done to her.
“Rebekah, tell me everything.”
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He couldn’t get to the Lockwood cellar fast enough. Ditching the car, he had ran. Ran all the way from New Orleans to his Caroline. Rebekah had explained that she and Matt had tied Caroline up, the only way to prevent her self-harm, and had put her the cellar. He had growled at her treatment of Caroline, but even he had to attempt it was the best way to stop Caroline. He should have known better than to leave her in the same town as Silas. His blood boiled at the image of Caroline inflicting the cuts upon her wrists. He wanted to find Silas and wring his neck, twist it in his hands until he heard that satisfying snap.
But not now. First, Caroline. Always Caroline.
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It was morning when he found Rebekah in the woods, who sighed in relief as she took another glance down at the cellar.
“I hope you can fix her. I’ve tried everything. She simply won’t shut up about the cutting.”
Another image of killing Silas flashed through his mind, but he quickly pushed it away to focus in on his sister.
“Take me to her.”
Rebekah silently went down the steps and opened the locked door, pushing it aside and stepping into the cellar. A silent whimper echoed through the door. Shoving Rebekah aside, he raced into cellar only to freeze in shock at the sight before him.
Caroline was strapped completely into the chair, the chains tightened so deep into her, he could see the bruises forming on her skin. Her usual perfect blond hair was dirty and matted, some pasted to her flesh in the sweat that had formed on her forehead and neck. Her head lolled side to side, as if in extreme pain.
“Caroline?”
Her head shot up, her blue eyes staring straight into his, but without seeing.
“I need to bleed. Help me bleed.”
Her voice was dry and cracked. She tried to wrestle a hand out from a restraint, when finding that she literally could not move it, she let out a cry and fell back into a series of moans.
Not caring that his sister was watching, he was at Caroline’s side in a moment, yanking the chains off her body. Now having nothing to hold her back, Caroline fell forward, crashing into Klaus’ body.
“Nik…”
“Leave us. Now.”
Klaus didn’t have to turn to see that Rebekah was gone. He didn’t need prying eyes.
“I need to bleed. Please, I need to cut so I can bleed,” Caroline croaked, hitting him feebly on his chest.
He growled, tugging her closer into his body. He could tell she hadn’t fed since Silas had put the mind control on her, another way of tormenting her.
“Caroline. Sweetheart, look at me.”
She didn’t move her head. Gently, he grasped both sides of her face and lifted it so it was directly in front of his. Her eyes stared blankly at his and he couldn’t help but feel another pang of guilt for not being there to protect her.
“Caroline, do you know you I am?”
“I want to cut….no no I don’t know….cut, bleed, cut….”
Her eyes began to travel around the cellar, almost in a craze.
“Caroline, if you’re still in there, I need you to focus on me and just me, do you understand?”
His hands ran through her hair, pulling her body even closer to his. Her eyes wildly met his again, but for a second, he saw just a little confusion in her brilliant orbs. It gave him hope.
“Do you remember when I came to you that night when you were dying? Do you remember what I told you? About cities, art, music?”
She hit his chest again. ”NO NO NO!”
“You told me you didn’t want to die because you want to see those things, don’t you, Caroline?”
He became even more frantic when her tiny fists began to hit him wherever she could. She needed to cut. She needed to bleed. But he was going to pull her out, to hell if it took him all day.
“Or when you told me that I was in love with you, remember? You said I was capable of love. You said I deserved it.”
Her fists almost came to a halt. Her wide eyes turned to stare at him and he seized the moment.
“You remember that night, don’t you? You’re in there, love, I know you are.”
He could almost see her now, her realization clouding her eyes. Those powerful memories had to have touched her somehow.
Yet something was missing.
He cupped her chin, holding her steady. ”Silas is doing this to you, but I swear to you that as long as I am here, he will not harm you. Nor will I let you harm yourself. I’ll be damned if I ever have to see you like this again.”
He thought he had her. Just for a moment. Perhaps it was a mistake to mention Silas, because suddenly she lost it.
She yanked her body off of his, racing across the cellar in pursuit of escape. Klaus was upon her in an instant, wrapping her into his arms and twisting her to face him.
“NO NO,” Caroline sobbed, her body struggling pathetically against his.
The tears fell down her cheeks like little waterfalls, making tracks in her skin. His eyes watched as they passed her cracked lips, and suddenly, without even a thought, he pressed his lips to hers.
She pushed away in sudden shock, but it only made him growl and pull her closer, his hand grasping her hair to hold her steady against his lips.
She tasted of sweat and tears and blood, but he didn’t care. It tasted like Caroline, sweet, powerful, beautiful Caroline and he kissed her even more fervently, determined to pull her out of this nightmare.
To his amazement, her struggles ceased and suddenly, her hands were moving down his chest and around his back. Never had he felt so happy in his life. Never had he felt so whole again, as when he felt his Caroline come back to him.
It was she who pulled back, but he didn’t stop there. His lips moved to her neck and he felt her hands sweep through his hair.
“Is this a dream? Please be real.”
He pulled away to look at her. She gazed at him as if in a complete daze, but not of a hallucination kind. No, this gaze was much more than that.
“I’m here, Caroline and I’m not going anywhere.”
“You left without saying goodbye…”
His insides clenched at the utter pain and sorrow in her voice and he quickly pulled her into his arms and kissed her again.
“I’m never leaving you again.”
“Klaus,” she murmured, and he hugged her tighter, vowing to never break that promise.
“Kurt,” Blaine whispered. Kurt smiled at the now married couple before he turned to face his ex-boyfriend. He froze.
“Blaine, what are you doing?” Kurt said nervously as he looked around the room then back into the eyes of the boy who was now on one knee, holding up a box. The rest of the New Directions turned with shocked expressions across their faces.
“Kurt, I love you,” he stated firmly. “You’re my soulmate. You’re it for me. I know it and I know that I hurt you,” he said as Kurt kept his gaze. “But if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he added. “So Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, will you marry me?”
“I-“
THE END
THAT IS A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER RIB
NOT HOLDING A FUCKING BOX
WHAT IS THIS
And he stood there. Patiently waiting. He watched the river flowing steadily, dividing the realms of the living and the dead. He stepped closer to where the river kissed the shore and could not help chuckling to himself. He will wait for me here, Will thought.
He laughed again.
Who could have guessed it would be the other way around?
Prompt: Michael and Gavin are both employees at a grocery store, pre-achievment hunter.
wait I actually love this lolz okay
I’ve decided this is going to be AU and not pre-achievement hunter because I just don’t know why they would work at a grocery store together I just ocd ya feel me.
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“Cleanup on aisle thirteen!” Geoff’s voice called over the loudspeaker.
“Not it!” both Gavin and Michael called to each other simultaneously. Each of them continued to stare at the other, waiting for one of them to break. Finally Gavin looked down at his shoes in defeat, and Michael wooped and ran out from his checking station to do a little victory dance
