Can’t believe it, tries to deny it, but it’s there.
Which is silly and utterly ridiculous because Clarke wasn’t even sure she liked Lexa and yet, just knowing she’s not somewhere in the city, somewhere Clarke can run into her and talk to her…
Clarke just… misses her.
It’s only been a week.
They’ve gone longer than that without interaction.
Without maddening each other to frustrating ends.
But, it’s there and Clarke can’t push it away.
She buries herself in work again. The work of figuring out how long she can stay open while bleeding money and profit down the drain before it’s too much. How much longer she can give her employees opportunity to find new work, to grasp the reality of what’s happening.
She emails The_Commander like crazy. Flirting and joking and only half in it.
Half in it because she can’t stop thinking about Lexa Fox.
And how annoyed she is by her brain.
And how shy and beautiful Lexa looked when they said goodbye after brunch.
How she’s this enigma that Clarke can’t figure out.
The_Commander talks about the usual things. Tells her random stories of her day. Talks about traveling for work and sunshine.
And all of her words bring Clarke right back to Lexa.
And for the first time ever, The_Commander is not a distraction.
Erotica AU. Blaine’s looking for a nice apartment over the summer in New York. He responds to a personal ad seeking a roommate for an unusual living arrangement: a rental discount in exchange for a necessary, personal service.
15 April 2016 - fic updates are on a temporary hiatus for personal family reasons. Thank you for your patience. <3
If anyone knows of other hypersexuality fics, please send them in. Thanks!
For the three-sentence fic meme: Klaine + Period Fic :D
“I have no interest for the life in court,” Blaine says softly, fiddling with the hem of his velvety vest. “All that gossip and caring favors, and for what?”
Kurt steps closer and slowly, as if scared that Blaine will vanish if he frightens him, puts his hand on the nobleman’s shoulder. “You’d be safer there, my lord,” he replies, his tone matching Blaine in the hubub surrounding them, even if it kills him to suggest Blaine’s departure.
Blaine turns to look at him, his hand covering Kurt’s fingers on his shoulder. “Would I be safer,” he says, his eyes searching Kurt’s, “away from you?”
Summary: Blaine has his life set up just the way he wants…well, no, not really. After a painful breakup with a manipulative, abusive boyfriend, Blaine can’t quite get back in the groove of things - anything. He spends more time teaching than following his dream of striking out and having a career in music, and as far as relationships go, no. Too messy. Too complicated. Too much of a chance of getting hurt. Even though the handsome, witty, charismatic owner of the coffee shop he goes to every morning, Kurt Hummel, really seems to have a thing for him. And Blaine can see him having a thing for Kurt, too…but no. Still too messy. Still too complicated. No matter how flirty things get between them. But Blaine needs something. All his old methods of stress relief are just that - old. So he hops online in search of something new, a toy that will take his old routine of self-pleasure from boring to soaring. And if he happens to start fantasizing about his beautiful barista, what could it hurt?This is the story of how Blaine Anderson realizes he’s having the relationship he’s always wanted with a machine instead of with the man of his dreams.
I chose this one because I had been thinking of this concept for a while – decades, actually. We’re not just seeing a guy “getting off” on a sex toy while fantasizing about a person that he likes; we’re watching this man, who’s kind of put himself into hiding, heal from past abuse, and realize that this “safety net” of his is not as safe as he thinks it is. It’s not just a sterile bubble. His using it as a coping mechanism has consequences – the unintended one being that he ends up (briefly) hurting the real guy who likes him.
I’ve always been awed by survivors of abuse and their ability to cope after trauma of any kind. But alongside that comes a fascination with people’s interactions with the things in their lives that replace relationships, human contact, etc. Sex toys and enhancers, as well as sex surrogates, sex workers, dominants and submissives, etc., can all be used in one way or another as a means to connect with other people, and ourselves, safely - as in, in way that doesn’t require us to put our emotions on the line, get our hearts broken. Blaine finds a way to use both a sex toy as well as his fantasies of Kurt, a real live human that he would love to have a relationship with, to cope with being alone after recovering from an abusive relationship. But he comes to realize that not only is he kind of using Kurt without his consent by fantasizing about him, but that he could just date Kurt, who is obviously interested in him. So Blaine has to choose: does he give up the fantasy and go after the reality, or does he keep his safe fantasy and cut ties altogether with a real man who has the potential to love him – a man that he comes to realize is more like him than he ever knew? We also have a moment of sage advice given by a prodigy, and somewhat annoying, 12-year- old Rachel Berry, so that’s nice, too xD There’s an amazing manip by frumiousme for this one, too. Everyone should see it.
I think that for a relatively short fic (6 chapters total) it tells a complete story. There’s a definite beginning and a definite end, and the story arc is resolved. I would really like to write a ficlet about the two of them actually going on a date, but other than that, I don’t feel that there’s anything unfinished about it. There’s nothing I’d want to add, nothing that I don’t feel works or doesn’t fit. It’s just complete, and that’s very satisfying :D
When you look at him
there is a love in your eyes.
When he looks back at you
there is a love in your eyes.
love in your’s eyes.
But you are so miserable because both of you think that
there is no love in his eyes.
Kurt Hummel just wants to get through his Junior Year at McKinley in one piece. But when the new guy from Dalton Academy Reform School for Boys takes an alarming interest in him, he’s certain he’s going to be in for a wild ride. Badboy!Blaine, Klaine, AU
Whatever you do don’t imagine your otp going on a roller coaster and don’t imagine Person A clinging onto Person B’s hand for dear life and don’t imagine Person B complaining about losing the feeling in their hand but secretly loving it whatever you do don’t imagine it okay just d o n t