Well, ya see, I’m not saying that I’ve been everywhere and I’ve done everything, but I do know it’s a pretty amazing planet we live on here, and a man would have to be some kind of FOOL to think we’re alone in THIS universe.
Burt sits at the kitchen table, flipping through the morning paper. There’s already a review of McKinley’s production of West Side Story in the arts section. Admittedly, Burt would normally pull this area out of the paper without reading it and set it aside for Kurt, but on this particular morning, there’s a big, grainy picture of Blaine and Rachel at the top of the column. The columnist gushes relentlessly about the perfect casting, particularly spotlighting the “incredibly talented” romantic leads and musing about their possible real-life connection. Burt can’t help but feel a swell of pride, here; Rachel and Blaine are family, and watching them already doing well in their chosen field is a real treat.
He muses, just for a moment, with a wistful little grin on his face, that those two will be legal family someday, if his sons get their way.
Burt looks up at the sound of soft footsteps padding down the stairs. It’s Kurt, looking a bit more disheveled than Burt’s used to seeing him in the mornings; his hair is a mess, and instead of his usual muted pajamas, he’s in a bright red Dalton Athletics t-shirt that’s pretty snug on him.
Prompt: Please write something where the reader is a shape shifter and Hugh is sent on a mission to find her. Could you please add Kurt Wagner as well?
Characters: Wolverine x Wolf!Reader x (little bit Kurt Wagner)
You felt a sharp pain in your stomach and turned your head to look, an arrow, you heard some men come running after you, hunters, you thought and quickly started running in the direction of the barn that you’d stayed at the past couple of weeks. You squeezed yourself through the hole in the barn door and felt that you would have to focus on everything else than the pain that the arrow was causing you.
summary: veronica asks the heathers about the rumors she’s heard about them and if they’re true. chansaw.
“Shut up, Heather!” Chandler snapped at the green girl who was supposed to be her best friend. As if Duke didn’t spend her Saturday nights staying just sober enough to avoid a hangover so she’d make it to church in the morning to pray for her ‘friend’s’ death. It’d come soon enough. “At least mine are real!”
“Huh, and I thought that was just a rumor.” Veronica shot back, learning quickly how to participate in the Heathers’ witty banter. “What else have I heard is true?”