and i mean he like picked kurt like of all the people to do he did kurt

3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader babysitting fluff)

SHAMELESS REPOST BC I GOT A FEW NICE COMMENTS ON MY OTHER FIC AND NO ONE SAW THIS ONE BECAUSE I DIDN”T VERIFY MY ACCOUNT THROUGH MY EMAIL WHEN I POSTED IT I HOPE YOU LIKE ASDGFHFUCK THIS IS KINDA SHIT BC IT WAS THE FIRST DEH FIC I WROTE IDK

3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader fluff babysitting AU its fuckin lame)

3000+ words

Ps: im bad at revising

TW: angst, lots of swearing, toddlers, very very brief mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide

You saw a dim light flicker from the corner of your eye as you played Uno with your young nephew, accompanied by a slight ding signaling you got a text. You knew it was probably Connor.

“You can get your phone, it’s okay.” your nephew told you, sounding wise beyond his years for a 3-and-a-half-year-old. He was the most adorable thing, and you couldn’t get over it.

“Nope, buddy. I need my full concentration for this game. I’m not gonna lose to you again. They can wait a couple of minutes until I demolish you at this Uno.” you replied sternly, lifting your head up high, causing giggles to erupt for the small boy. You couldn’t help but smile back. But your lips fell when your phone started dinging over and over and over again. Your nephew peered up at you with big eyes, silently telling you to just get it. You put up a finger, putting your cards face to use your other hand to reach for your phone. You were right, it was Connor.

7 messages from Connor

hey

(Y/N)

what are you up to

i’m bored

my parents aren’t home

heeeeey

you’re my only friend i want to hang out with you dammit

You couldn’t help but to let a smile form on your face. This fucking kid. You couldn’t believe that this was the boy that barely spoke two words to you over a span of a month when you were lab partners. At the start of Junior Year, you had to take a physics class as a prereq for graduating. The class was filled with seniors, leaving you and this mysterious, and super scary Connor Murphy as the only two juniors. So, your teacher paired you up, resentment oozing out of Connor. You basically did the projects by yourself, him helping with data or equations you didn’t understand yourself, but you never actually talked much. You did your work in silence. Until you noticed he was writing some old fall out boy (A/N: I feel like everyone just mutually agreed on Connor liking FOB so I’m just going along with it.)  lyrics on one of his data sheets.

“That’s a good song.” You murmured, peering back at your paper, trying to work through this problem that made zero sense.

“You like fall out boy?” he mumbled, trying to figure out what you were trying to do by making conversation with him.

“Yeah, Pete Wentz was the love of my life for a while. They were actually my first concert back in middle school, when they made a comeback. But they peeked at From Under A Cork Tree.”  Connor smiled at this, agreeing silently with everything you just said. His smile was addictive, so you kept going. Seeing how long you could kept a conversation going and his smile up as well. You mostly talked at first. But his word count each week was increasing exponentially. Until you went a whole class listening to him talk about how The Smiths was easily the best band ever and better than Nirvana and that Nirvana is over-hyped because everyone romanticizes Kurt’s suicide while no one really actually cares about the depressed kid until they are gone. The conversation kind of died after that. Him feeling like he said too much, and you just not knowing what to say. Something told you he wasn’t just talking about Kurt Cobain. So, you kind of squeezed his hand momentarily, which he would never admit, made him blush like a madman and almost pushed him into a panic attack, he was so overwhelmed and caught off guard. Then, the game changed for Connor. It was bound to happen; a crush was going to form. Connor fell victim, falling hard. No one really reached out to him before, unless it was to make fun of him and get in his head. He was the school’s punching bag. Even school nerds like Jared Kleinman picked on him. He always noticed you before. You never laughed at him when other made jokes. But he didn’t realize that not only a friendship was forming, but a crush as well. And when he did, it was too late to abort. This boy was in love with you from the time you spotted those fall out boy lyrics to be honest.

Another ding snapped you out of your reminiscing.

6 messages from Connor:

Are you alive

Shit

no that’s ridiculous

of course you are

(Y/N)????

you never not text me

You texted him back quickly, knowing he was probably thinking of all the ways you just lying on the street dead to your body floating in the river face down. He confessed that this happened a lot to you. He’d just get bad, intrusive thoughts he couldn’t shake away.

im alive and well. Just babysitting my nephew Carter. HES SO CUTE

You snapped a picture of Carter playing Uno and sent it to Connor. Before you could even put down your phone, another familiar ding alerted you.

1 message from Connor:

gross

you’re heartless

4 messages from Connor:

i know

guess i’ll go hang with my other friends

sigh

woe is me

shut up nerd

if you want, come babysit

1 message from Connor:

hell fucking no

well i have to go then. i gotta win this game of uno this 3 year old is putting me to shame

2 messages from Connor:

you’re so embarrassing why am i friends with you

i’ll be over in ten

You smiled at the last message. Connor wasn’t the only one with the crush. Yes, yours did develop later in your relationship, but it was definitely equal to Connors admiration for you. Connor didn’t really start opening up after about three months into your friendship. Once he talked about the whole Kurt Cobain thing, he kind of laid low for a little, you having to steer the conversation if you wanted it to live. He was touchy, so you had to handle him with care. You tried to bring it up a few times, to just get immediately shut down. You’d always ask in school, because you weren’t at the point of hanging outside of it yet. But he’d always change topic. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, it was everyone around him. Paranoid they were secretly listening in on your chats. So, you decided to take initiative. It was exactly 3 months of you being friends, so you asked if he wanted to hang.

“Connor?”

“What…” he replied, seemingly uninteresting as he doodled along the margin of his already finished calc problems. He was actually a fucking genius. He wasn’t just artistic, but the kid had a brain. But that’s a different topic.

“You know what today is?”

“I ‘donno know,” all his words kind of running together, “Friday?”

“No.” you felt dumb now. “Never mind.”

“No what’s today. I like hearing your weird ass facts. Is it like, Morrissey’s birthday, or like the anniversary of The Queen Is Dead album?”

“You’re gonna find it stupid that I was even going to make a big deal out of it, so, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

“No”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Fucking god, (Y/N). Just tell me already.”

“It’s our ¼ friendaversary.”

“What? What the fuck is that shit?”

“See. I knew you’d find it dumb.”

“N-no, I just don’t know what the fuck that is.” Connor genuinely asked.

“We’ve been friends for three months, Connor. That’s what it means. I thought you were good at math?”

“That’s a thing? And people celebrate that? I wasn’t aware that was a milestone.”

“No, people don’t really celebrate it. But we do our own thing.”

“How is it three months?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how do you figure?”

“Oh… It’s the day we talked about fall out boy. Remember?” You shifted awkwardly in your desk, realizing that knowing the exact date you first bonded was creepy.

“Barely.” he lied. Of course, he fucking did. He wouldn’t stop thinking about you that moment for the rest of that week. Then, he’d just think of you in general from that point on all the time. You consumed his thoughts, both during day and night. You were even in his dreams.

“We should, like, I don’t know… Hang out tonight.”

“We’ve never hung out before. What would we even do.”

“Friend things.” you sneered

“And what does that consist of.” he jabbed back.

“I don’t know, Connor. Like, use that vivid imagination of yours. Pizza and a movie. Pizza and video games. Pizza and anything. Pizza just had to be the foundation.

“Well, do you wanna go out somewhere. Or like hang out at someone’s house?”

“It’s getting cold out so we can hang at one of our houses, if you want?”

“Um, can we go to yours? My parents will be home and I don’t like to ask them things.”

“Sure, they won’t mind you’re going to be over right?”

“Um, I wasn’t going to tell them.”

“Why, are you embarrassed of me.” you joked. Connor didn’t respond right away. “Wait, are you?”

“No, of course not. It’s just…” he paused, pursing his lips, you noticed his prominent cupid’s bow. “It’s complicated.” he grumbled, “What time do you want me over for this stupid celebration.”

“Well if you think it’s stupid-”

Connor started speaking over you, “For this very awesome, cool, great, fan-fucking-tastic celebration. I misspoke.”

“6.”

“Can’t wait.” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But you both knew he couldn’t.

That night consisted of pizza, of course. And Connor opted for old NES games, which he beat you at every single time.

“Okay, literally fuck Excitebike! It’s so dumb you can overheat your bike?” I shouted, throwing my controller.

“You’re such a sore loser.”

“I am not! It’s just Excitebike is dumb. Let’s go back to Punch Out!, or Galaga. I’m warmed up now, and I’ll definitely win.”

“You’ve said that after every single game.”

“No, I’m serious now, my game was just off.”

“Sure.”

“Plus, I had drawing today, so my hand was already tired.”

“Whatever you say, (Y/N).”

“I think I broke my thumb last week squeezing it between my locker.”

“Of course you did.” he taunted, trying to resist a smile. His eyes were gleaming, he was enamored. He was trying even harder to not kiss you.

“I’m going to beat you next week.”

“Next week?”

“I mean, if you’re free.” you tried to not sound desperate, but failing.

“Do you see all my other friends lining up to hang out with me?” he deadpanned.

“Then, It’s a date.”

“Date?” Connor quickly caught your phrasing, trying to understand your intention.

You froze, “You know, not an actual date. Like, a platonic date, bro.” you tried your hardest to brush it off, but failing. Again. You scolded yourself for using the term ‘bro’. But Connor let it go, though he did feel wounded.

“Got it, bro.” Sourly putting emphasis on the latter word, “Play me again so I can fucking win for the millionth time.” he said, a little too aggressively.

“You good?”

“Dandy. I just want to prove I’m good enough for you.” he accidentally professed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquired.

“God, just play me. That’s what I mean.”

You didn’t want to press him. The tension in the air was at an all-time high. Connor never really got snippy like this with you. I mean, yes, he did sometimes raise his voice or make a rude remark. But he’d habitually curse under his breath and apologize immediately. You always understood, knowing all the pent-up anger inside him. But then Connor seemed to relax again once you started playing Punch Out!, taking his anger out through Little Mac on King Hippo, and then the two of you went back to having fun. In Connor’s head though, he definitely planned to kiss you that night, but the way to swerved the date topic, he lost all his confidence. Taking it as you’d never see him in a romantic light. That was almost 6 months ago, and he still hasn’t made a move.

You came out of your daydream once again when Carter yelled out Uno, well a version of the word.

“Unope!” he added a P in the end for whatever reason. You decided against telling him. How were you losing to a 3-year-old for the seventh time?! He placed down a red 4, excitement in his eyes. He definitely had a red, you could see it in his eyes. You looked at your hand, filled with about a dozen reds from the draw 4s he was hitting you with. So, you decided to take your chance picking up a card from the deck. A yellow 4.

“You aren’t winning today.” you placed the card down, smirking. The 3-year-old squealed out and slapped down a yellow 7.

“Outto!!!” he cheered, the bastard winning again. You couldn’t believe he had a yellow out of everything.

You throw up your cards in a joking manner, “You don’t even know the whole alphabet!” another fit of giggles came from your nephew.

“I least he can win at Uno,” a voice came through the door. “You’re a destined loser. I don’t think you’ve ever won at anything.” Connor trudged through the door in his beat up brown jean jacket and combat boots, his nose red from the cold approaching winter air.

“False!” you yelled out, going up to Connor and giving him a bear hug. He slung an arm around you, bringing him closer to him. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling your scented shampoo. He couldn’t pick out the scent, but you reminded him he needed to wash his hair soon.

“Solitaire doesn’t count. You literally okay that by yourself.”

You pushed him away, “Whatever, shut up. I’m not a sore loser at least.”

“You totally are though?” he remarks back, “You make up excuses. You just told your nephew he doesn’t know the alphabet because you’re angry you lost.”

“I said, whatever! Shut up.” you fake yell like you’re pissed off. “Connor, this is Carter, my favorite nephew. Carter, this is Connor, my least favorite friend.” Connor waved awkwardly at the child before him, Carter got up from his chair and jumped down. He tugged on his skinny jean pant leg that was still too big because he was so lanky. His legs were skinnier than yours.

“It’s touching me.” Connor whispered to you.

“Carter wants you to pick him up. He probably wants to tell you something.”

“How do I pick it up.”

“Connor, why are you an inept alien? Like you aren’t from earth.”

Connor leans down and scoops up Carter, Carter whispering something in his ear.

“Both our names do begin with C. You are correct. Here I thought you didn’t know your alphabet.” Connor repeated what Carter told him aloud, looking over at you and raising his eyebrow. Carter whispered again, cupping his hands around his mouth so you wouldn’t hear.

“You know until L,” he paused, listening more. “Yeah, no I get it, it does get confusing at that point.” Carter continued. You couldn’t help but to burn up at the sight. Your two favorite guys. “Yeah, I’ll stop talking out loud.” you assumed Carter asked him to keep the next thing a secret. Connor starts to turn red and looks at you for a split second. Connor puts Carter down, trickery written on your nephew’s face, bashfulness on Connor’s. Carter ran into your living room, picking up train tracks and started to build.

You squeeze Connor’s thin arm, “What did he tell you?”

Connor smiled lopsidedly, “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.” he confidently takes your hand and dragged you into the living room. The three of you spend the day playing with trains, then move to watching rug rags, then back to trains, and then finally Carter passed out fast asleep coloring with Connor at the table. You pick Carter up, leaving Connor to keep coloring.

“Is he knocked out?” Connor realizing you left, walking to the bottom of the stairs, watching you walk up them with Carter on your back.

“Yes, finally. I thought we were going to have to play trains again. A girl can only play with Thomas a number of times before she goes a little stir crazy.”

Connor catches up to you on the steps, “I can put him to bed, if you wanna clean up downstairs.” he proposes, you nodded and let Connor take Carter off your back. You watched as Carter curled up in Connor’s chest, having your stomach dropped.

Shit. You really liked Connor.

You realized you were just staring at Connor, making him shift awkwardly under your stare. “Um, I’m, uh, yeah. I’m gonna go do that.” you chuckled awkwardly, going downstairs. Mentally punching yourself in the face for being weird. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself. You start with the crayons, putting them back in the box. You picked up pictures that Carter drew. You laughed at the stick figures, most of them being Connor, him, and you. Flipping through the pictures, Carter start drawing you and Connor holding hands, then there was one of you two dancing, then the last one displayed you kissing. You smile softly, thinking about the possibility of what Carter told Connor that he blushed so furiously at. You looked over at the end of the table, realizing a turned over paper where Connor was sitting. You glanced at the stairs making sure Connor was still upstairs. You creep over to the paper, turning it over.

It was you. Where you were sitting, coloring, looking down with strands of your hair falling in front of your eyes. Eyes that seemed to sparkle, smile lines that corresponded with an closed smirk, a soft dimple marking your cheek. He made you look so beautiful. It was so…  realistic. And, just amazing.

“Don’t look at that.” Connor hissed, trying taking it out of your hands.

“This is me…” you stated, trailing off.

“It’s nothing. Let it go.” he continued, not sure if he meant the paper or the topic.

“No, I have questions.”

“I’m not playing 20/20 questions. Just forget I drew that. Rip it up.”

“What did Carter tell you.”

“I have to go, (Y/N), it’s getting late.”

“Just tell me, Connor.”

“The secret? The stupid fucking secret some 3 year old told me?”

“I wanna know the secret you’ve been keeping from me for like 6 months.”

“And what the fuck would that be.” He knew what you were getting on about.

“Tell me how you feel about me.”

Connor blushed, “I’m leaving.”

“Stop,” you run in front of the door. Placing a hand on Connor’s chest.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Then when will you?!” You whisper shout, remembering Carter is still upstairs sleeping,

You two stared at each other, both feeling vulnerable. Connor clenched his jaw.

“Never. You’re too good for me. You’re a thousand times too good for me. I don’t deserve you. I’m a loser, a freak. And you’re, I don’t even fucking know a good word to describe you. You're… just… perfect. And I know deep down you don’t actually like me. Just let me go home. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, don’t you think.

“You’re so dense, Connor.” You grabbed the back of his head, doing what he should’ve 6 months ago. Really, what you should’ve done 9 months ago. Your lips collided together. The kiss itself was flawed: Connor kissed you back to roughly, your noses bumped, and both of you kind of smelled like wax from the crayons. But it was enough. It was more than enough for both of you. It was perfect.

“Finally.” a tiny voice said from the top of the stairs, “Took you guys long enough.” You both snapped your heads over, breaking the kiss. It’s the fucking kid.

“Talk to us when you know the alphabet.” Connor called out, kissing you lightly this time like he’d never hurt you, and he never will. Carter trotted back to his room.

“Someone needs to tuck me in again.” Carter yelled. You looked over at Connor.

“Yeah, I got it.” Connor told you, and started for the stairs. “Oh, and if isn’t obvious, I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his word choice, but your stomach did back flips, “I fucking love you, Murphy.”

anonymous asked:

this is a dumb question, but what exactly is the "point" of the characters (particularly the Heathers, i'm assuming) that the new TV show is fucking up with their redesigns. i just wanna make sure i understand the issues here.

Ok the Heather’s are suppose to be the “popular girls”. They are the people who have the characteristics of what society considers to be beauty and they mock anyone who doesn’t met those standards.

Being skinny and making fun of people who aren’t. Caring more about their status standing than their grades, making fun of people for being geeks or nerd. Mocking people for not meeting what is considered the norm in society, aka being along the LGBT spectrum. (I mean damn JD and Veronica staged Ram and Kurt’s deaths as them dying because they where gay. And expecting them to be the mockery of the school. So making fun of people for being gay and the like.) Wearing clothes that are considered in at the time and that highlight their gender. Aka anything the Heathers wear which was all considered in at the time and stylish.

Heck the colors where a power symbol recognized by them. The queen of the school wore red. Both Chandler and Duke established this in the movie.

And then the first promo pics lacks the signature colors and shows them in weird clothes that would have gotten them weird looks and mocked at my school. The first promo pic is suppose to be thought over carefully. This is the first real image people are getting of your product. This is the hook that should help spark a person’s interest in your product. Get them thinking and hopefully interested in what you are making. And if the first image alone is already putting off a good portion of the fandom. Then you know you have an issue.

They only care (especially Chandler) about holding their social status. Veronica herself has said that she’s using her High IQ to pick out lip gloss and trying to figure out how many kegers she can hit before curfew.

Chandler gets pissed at Veronica for not holding up to the standard she expected for her at the party. (Sleeping with a guy she just met). Chandler certainty would never let herself be fat because it would go against her standards.

They are suppose to be a symbol of what society considers beautiful. And yes they are doing a modern version. But what sparks JD’s hatred for them. Is that he observes them (the Heathers, Kurt and Ram) mocking people for being different. He has seen this all before. Every school he goes to he sees it again and again. A never ending chain of bullying. He watched the Heathers make a mockery of Martha in the cafeteria. Making fun of the fat kid. (Now the show has a SKINNY Martha.) He watches Ram and Kurt chase down those nerdy boys and says stuff like “you piece of shit fag” and trying to get the kid to say “I like to suck big dicks”. Being gay wasn’t a good or popular thing. It lead to you getting bullied.

And yeah times now are a bit more accepting. But I went to a big school. I knew a lot of the LGBT kids because I was friends with a lot of them. I ran in circles that had a lot of them. (Anime Club, Art and Theater related things, Even Band.) I knew the spots where you could go after school and find a group of kids and a majority of them would fall into the LGBT spectrum. None of them where along the popular side at my school. Knowing my school they never would be.

By having the Heathers fall into the very groups they are suppose to mock. It goes against their characters. You can’t have an openly gender-fluid person or Lesbian mock other LGBT people. Yes not all LGBT people are nice. I’ve met plenty of assholes who are LGBT. But being LGBT and being the top dog at school and mocking other LGBT people at school. That doesn’t fit. A LGBT person couldn’t come up to me and make fun of me for being a girl who gets crushes on others girls. Because I’d just be like “so what you’re a guy that’s into guys. Or so what so are you. Etc.” It doesn’t have the same sting it does when coming from a non LGBT person.

A well known girl at my school was obese. But if she came up to me and made fun of my weight it wouldn’t work because she was heavier than me. Her insults could be fired right back at her. Now if a person in extremely good shape where to mock my size then that would hurt.

On top of that having all three of the Heathers fall into a minority but none of the other main characters. That also just seems wrong and like they are baiting people for brownie points.

Here are some changes to make the characters more diverse that would have worked.

•Making JD or Martha a race other than Caucasian. My favorite version of JD is Dan’s. Dan isn’t Caucasian. Yes I love Slater and Ryan. But image wise and art wise I love it when people base their JD around Dan. Also making them another race wouldn’t hurt their characters at all.

•Making Martha Bi or Pan. Martha’s crush is apart of the story and how she gets mocked so she still has to be into guys. But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t be Bi or Pan.

•Making JD along the Ace/Aro spectrum. I personally headcanon JD as Demisexual Hetroromantic. JD doesn’t seem like the type of character to honestly be that all into sex. Yes he had sex with Veronica. But I wouldn’t see it as interfering with the point of his character if he only had an interest in people after having a connection. I don’t think JD would just sleep with any girl. That he would have to have a general interest and connection with them. And yes typically Demisexual people (in my experience) need a longer time frame. But part of Heathers… well insane story is that it happens so fast.

•Making Veronica Bi. it wouldn’t mess with her character purpose and could give them that diverse cast they are looking for.

•Not making Martha skinny.

Now I wouldn’t want them to make all three of them minorities. As I feel like
It might give the baiting feel it has with the Heathers. But if they did like 1 Heather & 2 of the others. Or 2 Heathers and 1 of the others. And making it seem like only minorities are mocked and non-minorities can’t be mocked doesn’t sit right with me. And I feel that’s how it would come off is all the bully’s werent minorities while the bullied kids were. As I know it isn’t true and I’ve watched people who fall into minorities categories make fun of people who don’t.

Idk three just feels like a good number.

And by 1 or two of the Heathers I mean their race. As I don’t think them not being Caucasian in a modern heathers would be much of a problem. In all productions of the musical I have seen at least one of the Heathers. (Usually Duke) isn’t caucasian. So having one of the Heathers a different race wouldn’t be an issue.

Oh and here is an idea. They go to a freaking school. You have cast characters you could use to get that diverse character cast you are looking for without messing with a character’s role. You want an LGBT character, I’ve said this before, but try having a girl have a thing for one of the Heathers. Like they did in the musical. Show her confessing to one of the Heathers. Then show how they treat her. Show them making fun of her or treating her poorly. Show me these asshole Heathers that are suppose to be an example of what is wrong with society. Show me Bi Veronica and them learning she is and Chandler pushing her to hide that side of her. That would be in character.

Show them making fun of a trans kid and that being part of that fuels JD to kill them. Because that would fit.

Show the negative consequences of what the Heathers do. Show how it effects people. When the show ends show Veronica trying to make things better. Show her approaching some of those kids and working with them.

Also for a racially diverse cast try having kids who aren’t just Chinese, Japanese or black. Try having Cuban characters or Native American or Polynesian or Puerto Rican, Indian, etc. Branch out to other races. Because while black and Asian may be two of the other top races after white in America, they aren’t the only ones.

I’m doing this on mobile. So sorry if it is long or runs together weird. I’m not always the best at wording this. @power-of-innocence tends to do a better job than me.

Edit: I would like to add that the reason the LGBT kids of my HS would never be popular wasn’t like due to my high school being really homophobic. (One of the most beloved seniors when I was a sophomore was an open lesbian.) But mostly due to the sheer size of my school. We had between 3,000 and 4,000 students each year. And 6 different lunch periods. (Technical 3 but for the 9th and 10th graders it was 6) It was impossible to fit the whole school in the cafeteria or gym. We didn’t really have popular kids. The closest you would get to it is kids whose names were well known. Like people really active with school related stuff. Like being apart of the student council or on the Cheerleading squad. (I actually knew many of those girls and they were all really nice.) Also having known those kids they weren’t the type of kids to ever be popular due to their personalities. They a lot where into unpopular subjects and/or also feel into the emo/goth categories. So a lot of them wouldn’t have been popular due to that. But even then the popular kids at my school weren’t mean. Most of them where popular because they where really nice and a lot of people just naturally liked them. Sorry just wanted to add that. Edit: At the time I made this every time I heard Martha mentioned people were saying that they were making her skinny, this maybe incorrect but I’m still not 100% sure. It’s still a horrible show regardless though. Just wanted to correct that.
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Everybody Hurts Sometime by Jeff Giles
Excerpt from Newsweek interview with Michael Stipe
Newsweek, 9/26/94, Vol. 124 Issue 13, p60, 3p.

What can you tell me about “Let Me In”?
That’s a song that I wrote to Kurt Cobain after he killed himself. [Pause.] I, um…I should be able to do this without getting emotional. [Pause.] I lost a friend in October – River Phoenix was a very, very close friend of mine. And I’ve never suffered such a profound loss. I couldn’t write for five months. We had started the record in September. I’d written two songs and then River died. And, having written “Automatic for the People,” I was not about to write another record about death and loss. So it took me five months to sit down and write again. Then, halfway through making “Monster,” Kurt died. At that point, I just threw my hands up and wrote “Let Me In.”

So when you sing “Hey, let me in” – that’s you talking to Cobain?
That was me on the phone to him, desperately trying to get him out of the frame of mind he was in….In the most big- brotherly way – God, I hate that term – in the most genuine way, I wanted him to know that he didn’t need to pay attention to all this, that he was going to make it through. If R.E.M. had sold 5 million copies of “Murmur,” none of us would be alive to tell the tale. I really believe that. I’d have died with Quaaludes in my blood and a lot of Jack Daniels.

What else did you and Cobain have in common?
One of the things I think I’ve done successfully as a media figure is avoid a lot of the cliches, like the macho posing. I’ve tried really hard to blur the lines, and a lot of that does have to do with sexuality. I like fucking around with gender. I like writing songs that aren’t gender-specific. And I really felt an alliance with both Kurt and River in that both of those guys, in their respective fields, were doing the same thing.

The cliched take on your career is that, when you started out, you were very shy.
It’s not a cliche. It’s the dead truth. I was unbearably shy. And that’s part of what drew me to River. I recognized that in him. The first time I met him, his hair was completely covering his face. And I was like, “God, that was me at 22.” There’s an incredible vulnerability at the core of what River, Kurt and I do – or did.

Just before his death, Cobain said all he wanted to do was record with you. Do you know what sort of music he had in mind?
Yeah, he talked a lot about what direction he was heading in. I mean, I know what the next Nirvana recording was going to sound like. It was going to be very quiet and acoustic, with lots of stringed instruments. It was going to be an amazing fucking record, and I’m a little bit angry at him for killing himself. He and I were going to record a trial run of the album, a demo tape. It was all set up. He had a plane ticket. He had a car picking him up. And at the last minute he called and said, “I can’t come.”

Night in ||Sebastian Smythe

Originally posted by that-0ne-nerd-blog

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x reader

Word Count: 1965

Summary: You are dating Sebastian Smythe. Your older brother, Blaine, and your best friend, Kurt, don’t know.

Warnings: cheesiness, Klaine

Request:  Sebastian Smythe requests where the reader is Blaine’s little sister and Kurt’s best friend and Sebastian and the Reader are having a movie night and Klaine walks in on them and Klaine just joins them and tease them

Note: I’m not sure what season you want this set in so I wrote it for season three after Sebastian’s change of heart. 

Masterlist


It was just a regular Friday at McKinley. You were sitting in the choir room as the lesson wrapped up for the week. As usual, Rachel was wrapping up the week with some heart filled song. You were excited and not really in the mood to watch her cry over her failed NYADA audition. As much as you’ve grown to love the girl in your past few months at McKinley, to say that you were glad that Rachel was graduating soon would be a major understatement.

You felt your phone buzz from its place in your back pocket. As you watched the girl belt out cry on stage, you pulled your sleek new phone out of your pocket. You recently had to get a new one because of an accident that involved you getting slushied just last week. 

You looked down at your phone to read the message. It was from your boyfriend, Sebastian. The two of you had been discussing your movie night tonight. You had been really excited for this. It was just the break you needed away from all the drama that was McKinley Glee Club. There were no engaged couples or no girls in wheelchairs. It was just a night of you and Sebastian. At least, that’s what you thought.  

The text you got from him read: Will Blaine and Kurt be there?

There were some unresolved issues between Sebastian and your older brother, Blaine, and your best friend, Kurt. Many of your friends didn’t understand what you meant when you said he has changed. The glee club looked at him like he was still the boy that threw a rock salt slushy into your brother’s eyes. Not only did Kurt see Sebastian in that way, but he also saw him as the guy who tried to steal Blaine from him. 

You had only started dating Sebastian recently and hadn’t told the couple that you were in a relationship with him, but they knew that you guys were hanging out. After Karofsky’s suicide attempt, Sebastian had done everything he could to apologize and be a better person. For the most part things got better with your friends, but they still weren’t great, and you weren’t sure they ever will be. That’s why you hadn’t told the most important people in your life about it.

Sebastian was not ready to tell Blaine and Kurt. He had no idea how he would even explain it. The two of you were friends when Sebastian was pursuing Blaine. Somewhere along the way, he found that he no longer liked the Anderson sibling he thought he did. It was all new territory for him seeing as he never before saw himself as bisexual, but here was this amazing girl that he could no longer deny that he liked. You liked him too, so when he asked you out, you agreed without a second thought.

That left you where you were now. You were dating this amazing person, but the most important people to you had no idea. It was hard, yet it didn’t stop you from seeing him at your own pace. It did though mean you had to sneak around sort of.

You typed a message back to him. No, they are going out tonight.

The reply was simple and to the point, but you knew it would ease Sebastian’s nerves. You were unsurprised when he replied right away with: Okay, I will you at 7 then. I’ll pick up the pizza on the way.

You smiled at the message before tucking your phone back into the pocket of your jeans.
“Hey, smile you ready to go home?” you heard your brother call out to you standing at the end of the auditorium seat aisle. You turned to seem him standing with his had wrapped around Kurt’s. He had this expectant smile on his face.

You were only a sophomore and there was no way that your parents would trust you with a car of your own especially when their older more responsible child had one already. That meant you had to get a ride from the ever so loving couple every day. You picked up your bag and made your way to them. Together the three of you walked out of the auditorium.


It was approaching 7 pm and you had everything ready. Your parents were off in another room of the house spending their Friday night together. Blaine and Kurt were out. You weren’t sure where they went, but Kurt had promised you that he would keep Blaine out as late as he possibly could. Kurt knew that you were hanging out with a guy you were interested, but you hadn’t told him more details than that.

You waited by the front door anxious waiting for Sebastian to get there. As you paced the room back and forth you realized that for the first time since you started dating Sebastian, it wasn’t him that you were anxiously waiting. You were actually more looking forward to the pizza that he was bringing. With that, the doorbell rang alerting you of your boyfriend’s arrival. You thrusted the door open to his is smiling face.

“Pizza?” He said showing you the two boxes that you have been craving. You grabbed the boxes from him and let him come in. You lead him into your living room and placed the pizzas on the coffee table next to two plates and two glasses of water.

Sebastian sat down in the middle of the couch and pulled you down between him and the arm of the couch. His hands were placed securely on your waist holding you. He kissed your neck causing you to giggle. You threw your legs over his lap and leaded against the arm on the couch.

“I am so glad to you see you,” He said pulling away and looking at you. His eyes searched yours with amazement. As you looked at him, you thought about everything that the two of you had been through.

“I’m happy to see you too,” you replied leaning in to peck his lips. When you pulled away he let out a groan of frustration.

“Those kisses should be outlawed,” He said as he pulled you back to him. “From now on only real kisses are allowed in this relationship. If you don’t give the other a real kiss than you owe three, super long make-out sessions.”

You laughed at him and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him to you. This time you let him kiss you. It was slow and left a warm feeling in your stomach. It lasted at least five seconds, but you weren’t really counting. When he pulled away from you, you were out of breath. You kept your eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours.

The two of you sat like that for some time. It was decently comfortable and warm. Your stomach grumbled bringing you both back to reality. Sebastian started laughing and buried his face into your neck.

“I think you are a bit hungry, Y/N,” he said into your shoulder.

“Well yeah, I was promised pizza at 7 and it is now 7:10. What do you expect from me?” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You laughed at your own joke.

Sebastian removed himself from your embrace and stood up. You turned your body back to the coffee table and the tv behind it. You had Netflix open on the TV as you were unsure of what you two would be watching. Sebastian pulled out pieces for both of you as you searched through the movies to find something that looked interesting to you both. He returned to his seat beside you handing you the pizza. Together you searched for movies as took bites out of your pizzas happily.


It was almost 9 when you heard the front door opening. At first you thought nothing of it as you laid with Sebastian’s head in your lap watching Mulan. It was the second thing you had watched tonight. You were so glad that he had said yes to it because Mulan was one of your favorite Disney character’s growing up. She was a strong warrior and you always strived to be just like her.

“Y/N, we are home a bit early,” You heard Blaine call. Sebastian’s eye flickered up to you in fear. Surely, Blaine and Kurt wouldn’t come too close would they. You heard to sets of footsteps approaching the couch from behind. Your blood ran cold.

“Sorry, I couldn’t keep him out any longer, but you are lucky that we didn’t come back at 8,” Kurt added. “When he found out that you had a date over, I practically had to restrain from coming home in a rush.”

They both laughed at that. You turned to look at the two boys. They had stopped right behind the couch. Their eyes were on the TV and not at the boy in your lap. They hadn’t yet seen that it was Sebastian.

“Well, I’d offer for you to watch­­-” you started.

“We would love to watch,” Kurt said. “I love Mulan. Don’t you Blaine?”

“I totally would agree to that if Y/N hadn’t watched it so much when we were younger,” Blaine relied looking over at Kurt.

You didn’t understand how neither of them had noticed who you were with yet, but you knew that it would not be long. As if sensing the growing potential awkwardness, Sebastian drew attention to himself by laughing.

“I could totally picture a little Y/N sitting in front of the TV wearing a Mulan VCR thin from use and singing the along to I’ll make a man out of you,” Sebastian said looking up at the boys from your lap.

Their attention shot to him lying there. Kurt’s eyes grew to saucers, but you were surprised to see that Blaine wasn’t as shocked. It looked like he wanted to smile a little bit.

“Sebastian?” Kurt said. “You’re Y/N’s date?”

“Yeah,” He said sitting up and looking at the couple better.

“Pay up,” Blaine said to Kurt. Both you and Sebastian grew confused as you saw Kurt reach into his pocket and pull out a twenty-dollar bill. Blaine graciously took the money with a smile on his face.

“Dang it Y/N,” Kurt started. “Why did you have to date Sebastian? I was really hoping that we’d come here and find Sam with you. All this time it was him. Blaine you were right. I was wrong. I guess you do know your sister a little better than me.”

“Wait you bet on who I was dating?” you asked trying to understand what was happening. Both boys nodded and you looked to your boyfriend whose eyebrows were furrowed. He two was trying to piece everything together.

“Now let’s finish Mulan, you lovebirds,” Blaine said. He pulled Kurt to the love seat against the wall. You couldn’t’ help but stare at them as they settled in and quietly watched the movie. You felt Sebastian lay an arm around your shoulder, and you snuggled into him.

“I think we worried for nothing,” he said as you felt his hot breath fan over your ear.

“I think you’re right about that one,” You said with a small laugh. You pressed a kiss to Sebastian’s lips.

“Oh, get a room you two,” You heard Kurt say while Blaine called out, “Don’t touch my sister like that.”

Sebastian just laughed and turned to the movie. The next two hours were sent like that. Every time Sebastian did anything to touch you, Blaine and Kurt would tease you about it. You smiled at the love that these boys had for you. Everything just felt good.

Klaine fic - “Need for Speed” (Rated NC17)

Kurt Hummel moves from California to Lima after his dad’s heart attack causes them to lose their repair shop. Kurt leaves his prestigious performing arts school and any chance of moving to New York and getting into NYADA. His only other joy in life is custom tuning cars, but his father doesn’t approve. Things seem to get back on track when he joins the Dalton Crew as their mechanic, behind his father’s back. He’ll make the money he needs as long as he can put up with the unwanted attention of Sebastian Smythe. But, how will his dreams change after he meets the head of the McKinley Crew, Blaine Anderson, who decides that winning Kurt Hummel will be his next big challenge?

For those of you who don’t know, this is one of my first and, in my opinion, flagship fics, so I’m doing a little touch-up job on it in preparation for the sequel. I’ll be posting the revised chapters here one at a time to give everyone who wants the chance to re-read it and get re-acquainted with it. It is posted in its entirety on AO3 and FF.net, with the majority of the chapters revised, if you want to go that route, but if you guys could also spread this around, I would really appreciate it <3 The cover for this story was done by the incredible @freakingpotter so you guys should all go and give her some love because she hella deserves it :)

Chapter 1 (2772 words)

Kurt sat cross-legged on his bed, elbows propped on his knees, head in his hands. He felt like crying, and not just a calm, rejuvenating sob, but an all-out, throw-yourself-on-the-floor-kicking-your-legs-and-flailing-your-arms-while-you-wail-like-a-skewered-seal tantrum. He looked around at the worn cardboard boxes piled high in his room, each labeled accordingly - clothes, books, music, Vogue magazines, misc. - all waiting patiently to be unpacked and put away, but Kurt wanted none of it. Unpacking his things and settling in felt so permanent. It felt like giving in. Once he put his clothes in his closet and his books in the bookcase, it would all be real.

Setting his room up would mean he was staying.

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Friendly Competition [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: snow day aka seduce seb day (or i had an idea) /requests closed right now/


WARNING: Seduction…?


Mr. Shue’s idea is so…ugh. The glee club invited the Warblers to do some performances with each other. Some kind of ‘attempt to reach good terms’. You stand on stage next to Britney, arms crossed over your tight black crop top, glaring at Sebastian. “Okay, Y/N, you can present first. Is there anything you need before I leave to talk to Miss P?” Mr. Shue asks, hands on the edge of the stage.

“Why, yes, Mr. Shue, I need Sebastian…” you pat the plastic chair, “Right here.” you grin, legs moving in your leather shorts. Nodding, Mr. Shue points to the stage; the Warbler sneers, hopping on stage and plopping in the seat, crossing his arms. Shue exits and you peer at Britney and Santana, who are also in black.

The music starts; Santana begins. “What it do babyboo?” she nods at her girlfriend, rapping, “Yeah, little mama you lookin’ good, I see you wanna play with a player from the hood. Come holla at me, you got it like that, Big Snoop Dogg, with the lead Pussycat. I show you how it go down, yeah, I wanna go down. Me and you, one on one, treat you like a shorty; You look at me and I look at you, I’m reachin’ for your shirt what you want me to do?” she freestyles.

You strut towards Sebastian, singing the chorus, “I’m telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh), but you keep fronting (Uh),” you squat in front of him, rubbing your hands through your hair as Brit and Rachel sing backup. “saying what you goin’ do to me (Uh huh), but I ain’t seen nothing (Uh).”

Standing up, you stalk around him, licking your bottom lip. He shifts uncomfortably, mossy green eyes following your every move, dress slacks becoming tight. “Typical, hardly the type I fall for. I like when the physical.” you pull his striped tie, causing his arms to fall at his sides. “Don’t leave me asking for more. I’m a sexy mama (Mama).” you smirk, watching his pouty mouth open wide, “Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna). What I want to do is spring this on ya (On ya). Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya)…”

Sebastian swallows harshly, feeling your fingers run up his white button down. His dick is throbbing at the sight of your breasts in his face. Oh god…. “You been sayin’ all the right things all night long, but I can’t seem to get you over here to help take this off. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” Roughly, you push his navy blue blazer off his shoulders, making him gasp. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow. I don’t think you know…” you sing, letting the other girls sing the chorus again.

As his blazer falls to the floor, you back away, unzipping your black hoodie, exposing your crop top fully. “You say you’re a big boy, but I can’t agree. ‘Cause the love you said you had, ain’t been put on me.” you smirk, sashaying up to the snarky Warbler. “I wonder (Wonder), if I’m just too much for you. Wonder (Wonder), if my kiss don’t make you just…Wonder (Wonder) what I got next for you. What you want to do? (Do)” you ask, batting your eyelashes, hands running up his thighs.

Sebastian squirms, scoffing, eyebrows furrowing as if silently asking ‘are you kidding?’. You smirk, showing off your breasts, “Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours.” you point to yourself; his eyes darken. “I can see, just like most guys, that your game don’t please. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” you toss your hoodie of the stage. Kurt catches it, laughing. Sebastian breathes heavily when you yank him by his tie. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow, I don’t think you know…” you throw your head back, going into the chorus again as the other girls dance.

Puckering your lips, you get ready to rap, moving to the back of the chair. The Warbler groans, feeling you mess up his hair. “Now you can get what you want, but I need what I need, And let me tell you what’s crackalackin’ before I proceed.” you grab his chin, forcing his head to the side; his jaw tenses. “Ima show you where to put it at. PCD told me, yeah, I thought I saw a Pussycat.” you smirk, seeing him glare at you. “Now roll with the big dog, all six of y'all on me, now tell me how it feel babydoll. Ashley, Nicole, Carmit, Jessica, Kimberly, Melody, you feelin’ me?” you muse, letting of his jaw.

“Ha, ha…hot!” Britney smirks, fanning herself and pausing.

Santana laughs, leaning on her girlfriend, “Ha, ha…loosen up!”

“Ha, ha…yeah…” Rachel and Quinn say together.

You step toward the front of him, face to face, “Ha, ha…I can’t take this…” you mumble, stomping to the beat as the chorus returns.

Suddenly, he stands up, knocking the chair back with his foot. The music stops and the two of you stare at each other, making the New Directions and Warblers uncomfortable. “Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me.” Sebastian smirks, gesturing to you and him, “Let’s talk about all the good things, and the bad things that may be.” The rest of the Warblers join him from below the stage as he corners you to the wall. “Let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about se-”

“Throw your clothes!” you cut him off, grabbing his arms and placing them around your waist. “On the floor!” He harmonizes, shaking his head slightly. “I’m gonna take my clothes off too; I made plans to be with you.” you sing together, hitting the note perfectly. Your eyelids screw shut, “Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I could do!”

Sebastian picks you up, ignoring the other people in the room; hands under your thighs. “I’ll make love to you, like you want me to. And I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night. I’ll make love to you, when you want me to. And I will not let go 'till you tell me to…” he sings, eyes darting to your lips.

“Touch my body, put me on the floor… Wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body, throw me on the bed…” you hum, hands flying to his hair, “I just wanna make you feel like you never did. Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs all around your waist. Just a little taste. Touch my body, know you love my curves-”

Sebastian presses his lips to yours, surprising everyone. (Kurt screams in horror and Blaine covers his mouth.) You groan, tugging on his chestnut hair. The door squeaks open and  you jump down, looking at Mr. Shue entering. “Guys! You do your song yet?” he asks cheerfully.

“Yes they did.” Sebastian smirks, gazing at you, “It was…electric.” he winks, picking up his blazer from the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. “I gotta go. Can’t stand this public school smell…” he sneers, peering at you quickly before heading off stage.

Huffing, your shoulders slump. Britney touches your upper arm as the Warblers pile through the double doors. “It’s okay, Y/N, maybe you can have sex with the mean molerat another day.” she says hopefully.

Your eyes go wide, “Britney, shh!”

She’s Been Enrolled (Part 1)

Originally posted by xavierschoolforthegifted

It was a quiet ride in the cab. Layla was staring out the window, thinking about those people she hurt when she discovered she was a mutant. Just like the people she saw on TV 10 years ago. Wondering why, of all times, why was it just 3 days ago that she discovered her powers?

Why is it NOW that people were scared of her? Before, they bullied her, threw her in dumpsters, breaking her arms in lockers, pushing her through glass trophy cases, even attacking her on her walk home everyday. Everyday, she was being hurt, earning a new scar.

Yet, she couldn’t help but feel guilt hurting people who once locked her in the supply closet at her University just the month before. Even though people hurt her, she couldn’t seem to retaliate against them. She was always different, but not like this. She just wants to fit in somewhere. Somewhere she’ll be accepted for being herself. Somewhere she won’t have to always have to run to safety.

Xavier’s School For The Gifted is claimed to be that school for her. She’s never been so nervous in her life. She can feel her entire body shake, her stomach turned into knots, her hands clam up. All she can think about is the worst case scenario. Unusual for her “glass half full” look on life. Her knees bouncing and hands rubbing together.

Her mother can see her nerves are getting the best of her. She takes her daughter’s hand and smiles at her a comforting smile. Making sure her baby girl doesn’t see that she’s scared too. If she’s accepted, this will be the first time in 23 years that they will ever have been apart from each other. They were each other’s best friends. All they ever had was each other, now they’ll be without each other.

The cab finally pulls up to the school. Layla and her mother get out. Layla puts her backpack over her shoulders while her mother puts her purse over her shoulder and gives Layla her suitcase. They walk up to the school. Layla’s stomach gets tighter, her heart pounds even louder. She can feel the lump in her throat getting bigger and harder to swallow down.

They walk into the school. It’s alive with kids and teens walking through the halls, talking and laughing. Something all too familiar to Layla, usually being the butt of the joke.

As they get closer to the giant staircase in the center of the view. A tall, young man with brown hair and glasses walks down the staircase and shakes hands with Layla’s mother.

Originally posted by presstorepeat

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Hemmings, I’m Hank McCoy.I’m a teacher here at this school. Professor Xavier is expecting you.” he introduced with a friendly smile and stretched out his arm to lead to Professor Xavier.

He was outside, giving his lesson for the day. As he seen Hank followed by Layla and her mother just a few feet away. He dissmissed his class and approached them. He shook Mrs. Hemmings’ hand. Then he turned his attention to Layla, smiling kindly.

“You must be Layla. Your mother told me all about you over the phone. She says you caused an Earthquake after being assaulted by a group of boys at your University.” He said surprised.

“I–I didn’t mean to. I– I don’t even know how it happened…” Layla replied shyly. Charles smiled and chuckled.

Originally posted by stormborn

“We never know how it happens, all we ever know is that we caused it. Unfortantely, I had to teach myself how to control it. That’s one of the reasons I turned this place into a school. So that other young mutants had a chance to learn control and learn how far they can reach into their powers.” he continued. “Another reason was so they had a place to go where they can be accepted and not be shamed for something they were born with. To help them understand that it’s not their fault.”

He gave the ladies a tour, then ended up back outside. Charles, Hank and Mrs. Hemmings were talking. As they spoke, Layla walked the garden area and came to a tree that had been split in half. Very much dead. She felt sadness as she looked at it. She walked around the tree, feeling sympathy for it, she sits on her knees in front of it and starts to touch the root of the tree that was sticking out of the ground. She touched it to show she felt sorrow, but what happened no one had expected.

The tree started to get life back into it. It formed back together and looked the way it did before Cyclops had ripped through it just a month before. She backs up in awe, while everyone who was close enough to see watched in utter shock. Hank notices and points up as Professor follows what Hank was pointing at as Mrs. Hemmings watches in suprise. The tree was like new. Not even a mark signifying that it was once damaged. The adults come up next to Layla, still staring in amazement.

“I didn’t know you could do that too.” Mrs. Hemmings stated without breaking view of the tree.

“Me either…” Layla replied, trailing off as she stayed in shock of what she did.

Charles faces Layla. He smiles and chuckles at her.

Originally posted by mistermiracles

“You know, only a month ago, I enrolled a student in my school for being able to destroy that tree just by removing his eyewear. He destroyed my favorite tree and I enrolled him. Can you believe it?” He paused for a moment. “ So, if I enroll someone for destroying my tree, I’m definitely going to enroll someone who fixed it just by barely touching it.” Mrs. Hemmings smiled and hugged Layla, jumping up and down. Layla was stuck in a state of shock.

“Hank, why don’t you take Miss Hemmings’ bag and show her to her room.” Hank nods and picks up Layla’s bag and leads her to her room. As they walk up the steps, Hank speaks; “That was incredible. I never met anyone with your abilities before.” He paused and thought aloud. “I wonder if you can do that with animals….. Or even people.” Layla could see the wheels in Hank’s head turning….

To Be Continued…..

I hope you like it guys :) I’ll put up Part 2 next week.

X- men pref. Hamilton Songs.

Originally posted by eavensmusings

I know my sister like I know my own mind
You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned
He’d be mine
She would say, “I’m fine”
She’d be lying!

You forced a smile as you saw Scott kiss your sister, Jean, as she walked out of her class. It was hard being in love with your sisters boyfriend. Well, it was your fault that you were in this position that you just happened to be in. 

You met him a few months ago, he was new and a big flirt. After a few attempts of flirting with you, you introduced him to your sister Jean, knowing that it would be a chance to escape the horrible pick up lines. 

But after you got to know him more, you couldn’t deny your feelings for him. But he was already with Jean. 

You knew that you would just have to suck it up. You knew Jean better than anyone else, you knew what she struggled with, how kind and trusting she was. You knew with out a doubt that Jean would break up with Scott for you, but you couldn’t let her. It would crush your sister to give him up, to know that she’s too nice to say no. 

So you kept your emotions under control. At least my dear Jean is his. 

- Satisfied.


Originally posted by magnetosmind

An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in!
He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen
Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!

You weren’t a mutant. Just a plan old human with combat skills better than the Avengers put together. No one knew of this of course, to the whole school and your boyfriend Peter, all they knew that you were a big deal and they don’t know why. 

“Mon amour,” You spoke to your boyfriend in your native language. “Stay safe.” With a simple kiss on the cheek, he sped off, ready to go on another mission with the X-Men. 

A few days later, you had been assigned to go on a mission, kill a few people who were working for HYDRA. The fight was easy, shoot a few guys, snap some necks with your thighs, the usual. It was almost amusing how easily they were to take down. 

“Y/N?” You heard a voice say, you turn around to lock eyes with your boyfriend. The moment of silence between you was odd, Peter was staring at the bodies with wide eyes. “Damn.”

- Guns and Ships


Originally posted by claracivry

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control:
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

To Kurt it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that the girl he loved, the girl who had the purest heart in the world had to die. Ever since your death, Kurt had been a mess. He locked himself in his room, refusing to see or talk to anyone. The only time anyone had seen him was at your funeral. 

“You know I use to believe that if you were good, good would happen.” Kurt told Scott, after he broke the door off. “I use to pray twice every day, go to church, help when needed. And I came her and met Y/N, and I thought ‘this is my good coming back’ because she was the most amazing person I have ever met.

And now she’s dead. She was so kind. Always letting go before her, giving away when she had none. All to die so soon. I find myself laying down at night, thinking why. Why her? She did nothing wrong. Why do bad things keep on happening to the best people?”

- History has its eyes on you


Originally posted by evanpetersxsophieturner


Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before

You were Jean’s first girlfriend, first friend, first person to make her feel valid. You found it cute as she rambled, going on and on about she read a bullshit article in the news paper. 

“I mean did they even check their facts!” She exclaimed, her voice raising a bit. “Shit!” She yelled, realizing her voice was getting louder, before apologizing. 

“Don’t,” You told her. “It’s okay, you just got a little excited. It’s fine.” 

“Are you sure? B- Because I don’t want to be like screaming in your face, I mean i just don’t get to talk a lot so an-”

You cut her off with a kiss. “It’s fine.”

- My Shot

Title: By Choice (Part One)
Word Count: 5.5K+
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader
Summary: Kurt meets someone that makes him realize he’s the only one who can be in charge of his own life, and [Y/N] meets someone that makes her feel she’s the most special person in the world.  
Warnings: None except the tiniest mention of the origin of Kurt’s scars.
A/N: Oh man… this was supposed to be a 2K words story at most but I went overboard, like… really bad, and now I had to split it up in parts. It’s my first story here and I’m freaking out, because it’s a little all over the place. So, if you can tell me what you think about it it would be awesome! Also, English is my second language, so forgive me if I make mistakes (and point them out if you want to, I love learning). As the story progresses, it will include some headcanons [x x x] (or variations of them) that I sent to @shayara. Also, the summary isn’t just for Part One, it’s for the whole story.


It was no secret that Kurt Wagner’s life hadn’t been an easy one. As a child– even though there were many things he just couldn’t remember anymore– he had been despised by the community he should’ve been a part of, who believed him to be a demon that was supposed to be to feared. It hadn’t been easy to spend so much time hiding, terrified of what people would do to him if they ever found out where he was.

But hard as it had been– and by what he swore was the will of God– his life had been blessed by the circus. The circus was the biggest, most important part of Kurt’s life. In there, he found a family: people who accepted him and treated him as their equal. In the circus, he shone. He was The Incredible Nightcrawler, the best acrobat they had ever seen. People admired him and his unbelievable talent for acrobatics– even if they didn’t know that the way he looked on every performance wasn’t a costume, but his own flesh. And yet it didn’t matter, because to Kurt, hiding his true self was worth it when he saw the excited faces of the audience every time he performed.

However, it hadn’t been all good moments that would turn into happy memories. The scars he had inflicted on his own skin were a testament of that. 

One for every sin.

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I started writing this as a response to one of the post-episode messages I got, but it took on a life of its own and well, might as well share. No point keeping it in my drafts, right? Here’s my reaction to the last scene in the finale (short version: I loved it).


We know that for just under two years, Weller’s relationship prevailed and most probably overcame tons and tons of obstacles. We know that their love was stronger than almost everything that they came up against, and that they never stopped being in love, and that at some point Kurt got down on one knee and proposed and that Jane said yes. We know that Jane joined the FBI and they continued to be this unstoppable team that took on the world and put bad people away and kicked butt as leaders and colleagues and as a couple. And just imagine all those times Jane was in danger in the field, or Kurt was in danger, and the other one was losing their mind. Imagine the relief when the other one was okay and imagine how beautiful it must have been not to hide their feelings or their relationship anymore. And they got married. They got married, you guys! Mr. Too Choosy chose Jane Doe. They got married and exchanged vows and wore those rings around their fingers proudly. 

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Size Isn’t Everything 3/4

(Yes it’s 4 chapters now)

Summary: Kurt’s got a bit of a size-kink. Based on this prompt from the @prompt-a-klainefic blog.
Chapter: 2/4  Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here
Words: ~2745 (this chapter)
Warnings:  I guess? PWP, Size kink,

Many thousand apologies for the long delay in between chapters. Blink and weeks disappear. The final chapter should be up before the end of the week, and thanks for still reading!

forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta!

“They’re a Black Sabbath tribute band, Kurt. I think they do country versions of all the songs.” Rachel scrunched her face at him. “I think it’s supposed to be ironic.”

“Rachel, we’re in Brooklyn, of course it’s supposed to be ironic.”

The bar was much more crowded than he had expected, with probably close to 40 or 50 people filling up the small space. The stage was low, but so was the ceiling and the band were already crammed up on the tiny stage when they walked in. He and Rachel bought drinks from the bartender and perched themselves near the rear.

“Are we staying for the whole show?” Kurt asked.

“Come on Kurt, Tina and Santana have been rehearsing for two weeks. We all promised to support each other in our creative pursuits.”

Kurt held his hands up. “I’m here! I’m supporting! But I fully expect you will all be there when my show opens.”

“Of course we will.” Rachel patted him on the shoulder, nodding. “I’m going to text Santana and tell her we’re here. I don’t need her to get all pissed off thinking we didn’t show.”

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Sorting Kurt Hummel

So, I’ve always wanted to sort Kurt’s Hogwarts’ House using the sortinghatchat’s sorting system. Beware of the rabbit hole, it can swallow you up for hours.

“The basic structure of the sortinghatchats system is that you aren’t just sorted into one House, but into two tiers of Houses: Primary and Secondary. Your Primary House defines WHY you do things. Your Secondary defines HOW.” —sortinghatchats

Primary and Secondary houses are considered equal. For example, a Gryffindor/Slytherin could belong to either house.

One disclaimer—This is just my opinion of his sorting under this particular systems. Like all sortings, it’s subjective. I love discussing house headcanons, so if you have a different opinion by all means reblog/reply.

Here we go.

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Klaine one-shot - “Not a Warlock” (Rated PG13)

Kurt and Blaine’s son Tracy has a unique request for what he wants to be for Halloween, which Kurt is more than happy to help him with, but it ends up coming with some unexpected stress … and an equally unexpected revelation on Kurt’s part. (2469 words)

A/N: Tis the season once again. I’m feeling a little Halloween-y so I thought I would post this. This is also a re-write. Let me know what you think <3

Read on AO3.

“What an adorable little warlock!”

Kurt sighs to himself. It’s the first comment that they’ve gotten so far, but they’re only at the first house on the block. Kurt knows it’s not going to be the last.

“Actually” - Kurt puts his hands protectively on his son’s shoulders, preparing to deflect whatever unintendedly offensive remark his explanation might garner - “he’s dressed as a witch this year for Halloween. Not a warlock.”

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You belong with me.

Could you do a quicksilver one where the reader had a really bad date and she goes the Peter to complain about it (he’s secretly in love with her) and he says that he wasn’t worth it and then he confess his feelings and fluff and stuff.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing (Just in case) | EXTREME FLUFFYNESS.

Word count: 1.5 k.


Jean introduced you to Peter when you arrived at Xavier’s, she walked you to the cafeteria and asked you to sit on her table, you were really comfortable around her because you had similar mutations, both were able to read other people’s minds; the table was already occupied by her friends, Scott, Kurt, Ororo, Jubilee and Peter, and you were a bit shy at first, but they were really kind and supportive and they became your friends a shortly after, but you shared a special bond with Peter.


You began to grow closer when he told Magneto he was his son, Erik didn’t take the news very well, he was still shocked by the death of his family back in Poland, when they started spending more time with each other, they realized they truly cared about each other, but Peter was hurt when his dad left Xavier’s, you were there for him the whole time, and he was there for you as well.


He was your best friend, the only person who could make you feel safe, his smile brightened you day like a rainbow in the middle of a storm  and you were willing to do anything to make him smile.


You knew you loved him, you loved every single detail about him, the way his eyes lit up everytime he spoke about his little sister Wanda, his sense of humor, his hugs, you loved skiping classes with him to go to the arcade, you didn’t care that he always won, but as far as you knew, he didn’t loved you back.


Of course you could sneak into his mind anytime, Jean and professor Xavier had taught you how to control your powers, but you respected Peter’s privacy, and you didn’t want to find out if he liked someone else.


That’s why you decided to go on a date, the other kids from Xavier’s were out of boundaries for you, Scott was with Jean and Kurt had a crush with another girl, Amanda, so you turned to someone you never liked.


Sam had been your neighbor back home for as long as you could remember, you weren’t close friends, when you went home for your brother’s birthday party, you met again, he was still living next door and was a senior in the local High School, he flirted with you the whole party and when he asked you out, you accepted, you had decided that was the only way to control your feelings for Peter before you screwed things up.


When you told Pete about the date, he didn’t care, in fact, he kind of ignored you for a couple days, but he sneaked you off campus anyway.


You realized things weren’t going as you had imagined them when Sam picked you and took you to a hamburger place in Manhattan, he started to brag about how much money his family had and how his father had moved influences so he could attend an Ivy League college.


Sam started to talk about his ex-girlfriends in a very disrespectful way and you started to feel uncomfortable.


When Scott broke up with Jean for a month, all he did was talk about how amazing she was, and how he hoped she’d find someone who could make her really happy, you sneaked into his mind and  learnt that he really felt that way, you wanted a guy who was respectful, not only with women, but with people in general, Sam had been extremely mean with the waiter.


You sneaked into Sam’s mind while bragged about how many football games he had won as a quarterback, and you began to feel sick as soon as you read his mind,  he saw women as objects, and he was a bully too, you had access to his memories and you were able to see scenes of him bullying kids at school, specially kids who lived more humble lives.


That’s when you decided you had to go back to School, to Peter, you didn’t care anymore about the friendzone, you just needed someone to hug, a shoulder to cry on.


Sam went to the bathroom and you walked outside the Dinner as fast as you could, you took the first cab you saw and cried in the backseat, you felt hurt, not because you had feelings for Sam, you were afraid you were never going to find someone who deserved your love, someone worth it.


As you approached the School gates after steping out of the cab, Peter appeared in front of you.


“Peter, were you spying on me?” You asked surprised, wiping away the tears.

“I wanted to make sure you arrived to your room safe.” His words cheered you up a little bit.

“Thank you Speedy, you’re the best.” You said softly, he smiled and wrapped his arms around you, making sure your neck was safe as he speed into the Manor, heading to his room.


He softly placed you on the couch as you struggled to catch your breath, it happened everytime but you’d get used to it eventually, or at least you hoped so.


“And, how was the date?” He asked as he sat next to you, you felt the color leave your skin, he noticed that and took your hand.

“It was awful Pete, he’s such a horrible person.” You shivered, tears were running down your cheeks as you told him about the horrible things you had seen in Sam’s mind.

“Y/N” He whispered, pulling you closer wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace “Don’t cry Y/NN, please, it breaks my heart seeing you like this, don’t worry, I’ll tell Scott, he’ll help me, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“No Pete, it’s not that…” You sobbed “I’m afraid, what if no one ever loves me? What if every single guy in the world is like him?”

“Y/N, first of all, you are the most beautiful human being that has ever walked this earth and you have the purest heart in the whole Universe, that jerk isn’t worth it, one day you’ll find someone who loves you as much as you do.”

“What if I love someone who doesn’t love me back?” You buried your face in Peter’s neck, still sobbing, you wanted to believe his words but you were sure you were never going to love someone as much as you loved him, but he seemed to be friendzoning you once again.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “I-I loved you”ou felt him placing a kiss on the top of your head, “I’ve always loved you, and I understand if you don’t love me back, you don’t have to, but I needed to tell you this, you are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, you brighten my days like rainbows in the middle of a storm, you make me happier than Eurythmics or Pink Floyd.”


He laughed softly, you had stopped sobbing, your heart was beating so fast you were sure that if it could run, he’d outrun Peter in a race.


“You don’t have to love me back Y/N, just allow me to be a part of your life, I promise I’ll never let you down, I’ll be there whenever you need me, I’ll even be the best man at your wedding if you ever find the right guy, your kids can call me Uncle Pete and I’ll read to them before bed, I’ll help them with their homework, I’ll teach them how to play Pac Man, I’ll buy them pizza when you ground them and I’ll protect them with my life, we will go to the park, to the comic book store, we’ll have horrible family nights playing board games with Chinese takeout, I’ll cook breakfast for them everyday and if you want me to I’ll take them to school.” Peter was describing all you had imagined for your future, kids, horrible family nights, chinese takeout… “I’ll be the best uncle your kids could ever ask for Y/NN, just give me a chance, your kids will love me.”

“Our kids Peter.” You whispered to his ear, you could feel his heart beating against your chest. “Our kids, we’ll read them before bed, we’ll take them to the park, to the movies, I can teach them how to play guitar and you can teach them how to play bass, we’ll have horrible family nights with Chinese takeout and board games, but everything is going to be perfect because it’s going to be our fami…” You couldn’t finish the sentence because Peter had pressed his lips against yours, kissing you in the sweetest way possible.


“I love you Peter, and I will love you forever.” You smiled, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly, you kissed his lips, his cheeks, his nose and his forehead, playing with his hair, while he whispered he loved you over and over again, but you were sure you were never going to get tired of those three words coming out of his mouth.

i think i wanna marry you (jane/kurt fanfic)

Summary: Three times Kurt asked Jane to marry him and one time he didn’t. A series of Jeller vignettes.

A/N: Some sweet moments for Jeller. This got pretty long and somehow got fluffier and fluffier as it went on, hopefully you won’t mind. Fountain scene in iii. loosely inspired by Sex and the City.

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She could feel his eyes on her as she walked across the bullpen to the desk of one of the junior analysts. His eyes were always on her these days, he barely let her move two feet without an offer of assistance or word of caution.

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Fic: Loose Ties

Summary: Blaine Anderson knows who he is - lead Warbler, A-student, student council representative - the Dalton boys all tell him he’s got charisma and charm, and his girlfriend tells him he’s dreamy.

When rival glee club student Kurt Hummel turns up at Dalton one day -  land of glee club rockstars, blazers and ties, and a zero tolerance harassment policy - he doesn’t totally get why Blaine Anderson - the popular lead Warbler - would be so eager to court his friendship.

And to be honest, Blaine doesn’t really get it either.

Loose Ties

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Part 7 (Genuine)

So what if the guy is two years younger than him? He’s out and proud and actually quite cute and seemingly flirting with him. Kurt thinks this is definitely progress.

“I hear you got asked to audition for a solo at the Christmas concert,” a voice comes from behind him in the hallway. “I’ve heard you’re a unique talent.” Kurt looks around to confirm that the voice is speaking to him  -  it appears to be coming out of a guy who is leaning on his locker and beaming so he figures that’s a pretty good indication.

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Clinging to This Hating Game 6/?

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex
Word Count: ~3900 (this chapter)

Forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink of course

Everything wonky is my fault.

AO3 link Chapter 6

On tumblr: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5

Notes:

So I was considering adding to this part, which is why I was going to hold it a few days, but on reflection I think I like it as is. And I think they go better closer together.

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Attempted sexual assault, homophobic slurs

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Chapter 6

Kurt cut school on Friday too. Rachel had texted him to tell him that Blaine had also been accepted and asking him if he’d gotten a letter. Kurt ignored her.

His family had indulged him, and Finn had even been kind enough not to tell Rachel Kurt had been rejected, until Kurt had decided it would be easier for Finn to do it and then he wouldn’t have to answer any questions on Monday. Kurt turned his phone off completely after her seventh text asking how he was and what was he going to do now.

Monday turned out to be unbearable anyway. He managed to avoid talking to Rachel until glee club, but she went on and on until Kurt had to stop her.

“Rachel. You need to stop. You and Blaine can run off to New York together and be Broadway besties and I will stay here in Lima and become the first flaming midwestern car mechanic of Ohio.” The whole class went silent. “But until then could you keep your thrilling futures to yourselves? Please?” He wasn’t probably being unfair to Blaine. He hadn’t gloated about anything. He hadn’t really said anything at all in fact.

Until now.

“I’m not going to NYADA.”

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Lost and Found

Blindspot fanfic. In which a tattooed coffee barista hires a stubbly private investigator to find her long-lost brother. Wildly AU. 

Because didn’t this fandom need a coffee shop AU colliding with a gumshoe AU? No? Ooops.

And also because conversations with @zumbagirl8302 and @dylancruca frequently devolve into the writerly equivalent of “Hold my beer and watch this.” I accept full blame for my questionable judgment, lol. 

Will probably definitely be longer than I planned and might will probably take me months to finish. I apologize in advance.


The only thing that made Monday bearable was coffee.

Well, coffee and a chance to flirt with the gorgeous barista at his local coffee shop.

As he neared the shop, though, he saw that the door to “The Pour House” was propped open. Which might have made sense on a crisp, spring morning, but today was a hot, still, humid summer day that was already miserable at barely eight in the morning.

The former cop that still lurked inside Kurt Weller didn’t like it when things seemed off.

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Klaine Summer Challenge Day 8- Walking on Sunshine

Word Count: 1,130

Summers often make Blaine feel lonely. (Warnings for depression and anxiety attacks.) AO3

He thinks the heat must be getting to him.

That’s the only explanation he can think of, why else is he tired all the time, or why he’s so hot that he can’t stand to leave the house or even walk down stairs to eat.

More than anything he’s bored.

When he was at Dalton, everything was go, go, go. He woke up and did the same thing everyday, and while most people are ready to escape the tedious routine of school, he misses having something to do everyday. It’s only the end of June, but he spends most of his days waking up at noon (after falling to a restless sleep at 2am) and then taking a nap at around six o’clock.

The time spent in between is spent doing nothing.

He reads, he’s been reading a lot, but the words on the page muddle together and he just gives up and watches another movie instead.

“I miss you guys,” he says to his mom over video chat one afternoon- he can’t even remember what day of the week it is, they all feel the same. “I wish you guys didn’t have to be gone for so long.

“We know sweetheart,” Pam says with a sigh. “But your grandmother is really sick and your father needs me right now.”

But i need you too, Blaine thinks, but doesn’t say in fear of sounding selfish. His grandmother has been sick for a while and the humidity in her retirement residence in Florida isn’t helping her. His parents left at the beginning of the month, right after he finished the school year.

“Have you been having fun? Hanging out with your friends?” She asks.

They’re all with their families on vacation, he thinks bitterly

“A bit,” he lies. “They’re all busy.”

“Oh, well how’s Kurt?” Pam asks, changing the subject with remorse.

While Blaine usually smiles at the mention of Kurt, his heart sinks a bit.

“We’ve gone on a couple dates,” he says, and it’s true. They went to the movies last week - and Blaine was so happy because he didn’t have to talk- and Kurt took him to the New Directions end of the year party, where he mostly sat around and drank soda while everyone else hung out.

He doesn’t blame Kurt for not making him a priority, they’ve only been together for a few months, and when they do hang out Blaine is so nervous because he rarely spends time with people these days.

“We’ll be back in a few weeks honey,” his mom says. “And when we do we’ll all go out as a family- maybe we’ll get Cooper to come back home.”

I’m not even fun to be around, Blaine thinks.

“Yeah mom, that’ll be great.”

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Kurt texts him late one afternoon if he wants to go on a picnic tomorrow, and Blaine doesn’t even text back until after nine, a simple “Sure, I’d love to :)”.

When he wakes up the next morning it’s a completely different story.

First off all, it’s Saturday. Which means more people in the park than usual and it’ll be so crowded and it’s so hot outside he spends thirty minutes after waking up walking around in his undershirt and boxers and opening all the windows, his breaths becoming shorter. He starts thinking that he has nothing to wear-  he hasn’t done laundry since the end of May- so he’s thinking that Kurt will make fun of his outfit and ohgodishouldjustcancelnow starts running through his head until he’s sitting on the couch, his leg shaking hard and his head feeling like it’s been filled with cotton and rocks at the same time.

The doorbell rings, and it rings multiple times when Blaine can’t force himself to get up to answer. After what feels like an hour, he picks his body and the edges of his vision are fuzzy as he tugs furiously on the doorknob.

“Hey, I thought you may be asleep- you’re not even dressed?” Kurt asks curiously.

The floor sways under Blaine’s feet. “I’m sorry, oh gosh I’m so sorry.”

Kurt tries to place his hand on Blaine’s shoulder but he tenses up so much he retracts. “Are you okay?”

No no no, Blaine thinks. “I can’t breathe,” he confesses, tears brimming in his eyes and threatening to fall on his cheeks.

“Oh Blaine, let’s sit down,” Kurt says steadily, it the most solid thing Blaine is aware of. He feels a strong hand on the center of his back, his feet trudging forward with its guidance as he’s lowered on the couch.

Blaine is shaking and the room is blurring around him and Kurt says something like “lie” - it sounds so far away- and then he feels himself being laid down on the couch. He starts feeling nauseous so he closes his eyes until the pounding in his ears fades away.

When he wakes up project runway is playing at a low volume on the T.V. and Kurt’s hand is toying with the hair on his head.

“You’re still here?”Blaine asks. He debates sitting up but his head hurts too bad.

“Of course,” Kurt replies immediately, his voice soft. ”Plus you’e kind of on my lap.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“I think you said that enough earlier,” Kurt says in a slightly teasing tone. “What happened?”

Blaine explains, and he cries again but Kurt stay silent give or take a few hmms here and there. He apologizes mores and Kurt lets him, going in a steady pattern on the back of his head as they watch models on the screen.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Is Kurt’s first question.

I didn’t want to bother you. I thought you wouldn’t care. I was hoping it would go away.

“It’s complicated. I don’t really know..” Blaine trails off.

“It’s okay,” Kurt says and Blaine smiles quietly. “We’re still going on that picnic you know.”

Blaine furrows his brow. “Oh I don’t know if I-”

“Trust me,” Kurt says quickly. “Go get dressed.”

Blaine sighs and goes upstairs, and puts on a pair of shorts a clean shirt from the floor, thinking that there’s no point in lying and trying to look too presentable.

He brushes his teeth and goes downstairs to see that Kurt has opened all the blinds and has the food he packed splayed out on the coffee table.

“It’s too hot out,” Kurt smiles, “But we can still enjoy the sun.”

Blaine finds an old blanket in the hall closet and spreads it out on the floor. He can Kurt rewind the episodes of project runway he missed and feed each other grapes in silence while leaning against the couch. It’s still hot, but now the sunlight feels warm in a more comforting way.

A Lost Boy Comes Out

Inspired by Darren Criss’ Billboard interview about his amazing new EP, Lost Boys Life.
Klaine, 2250 words, A03

A Lost Boy Comes Out

This headline or a variation on the theme is all over social media, as they knew it would be, but the smile on Blaine’s face when he wakes Kurt up with a kiss the next morning confirms that Blaine has done the right thing by coming out. 

As a vampire.

After Blaine shuffles off to the shower, Kurt lays back in bed, remembering the events of the night before….

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Kurt stands in the wings of the small theater, watching as Blaine and Cooper talk easily with the audience.  Blaine’s lovely smile is broad, and he waves his hands excitedly as he speaks about the inspiration for the new song they have just performed.   The evening was advertised as a launch of Blaine and Cooper’s new EP, and includes a variety of songs from the past ten years of Blaine’s career as a songwriter and Broadway star as well as the three new songs penned by Blaine and Cooper together. Kurt had joined him on stage for a piece from the joint album they put out last year, and for a toned down version of a song from the production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf that had been the breakout show for both of them.

But Kurt knows that this evening is more than just a celebration of the new pop project Blaine and Cooper had dreamed up late one night while playing video games.  Blaine is about to share his secret with the world, whether the audience knows it or not.

Blaine shoots Kurt a quick glance as he gets ready to sing their last song, and the nervousness is clear on his face.  Kurt gives what he hopes is an encouraging nod, and then Blaine turns back to the piano and begins the intro to Lost Boys Life.   As he sings about hotel rooms and miles to go, his face is intent on the piano, and Kurt can see how much he wants this to go right.  As Blaine gets to the chorus, he looks up at the audience, eyes wide and pleading, and Kurt’s heart clenches tight in his chest.  

I was living a lonely life until I fell for you,
I was living a lost boys life, it was all I ever knew
And every morning the sun comes up and the darkness fades away
I was living a lost boys life, it was all I had to say.

When Blaine finishes the song the audience breaks into loud applause, and everyone surges to their feet to cheer for him.  This is nothing unusual, of course, and Kurt can feel the grin spreading across his own face as he claps for Blaine from the wings.  After a moment or two he joins Blaine on stage, and the audience whoops for him as well, someone yelling out “we love you Kurt and Blaine” which causes Cooper to give them both a friendly shove.

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