#puck answers - stevie

[wmupuck]

17:Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

Damn, bro. That's a deep ass question. I've definitely said I did in the past 'cause I was pretty bitter, but I knew damn well it wasn't true. Honestly, I think it'd be nearly impossible for her to get me to hate her. But now I kinda wanna know your answer. I know you're all nice and genuine, but be honest. Any hate in that wholesome heart, Evans?

[cerise-angel]

drunk(ish) in love

boyfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader blurb

been missing him like crazy :( come home stevie i miss you just fluff!

steve is waiting for you when you get back from your weekly girls night out. not really waiting, hes siting in the couch with glasses, tv on just for noise and reading a book. you arrive before midnight, as usual. you enter the cozy apartment with a big smile on your face and messy hair because of the wind. steve lights up immediately shooting a dazzling smile at you. "stevie!" he walks to you, pulling you close by the waist and giving you a kiss on the cheek. "hey honey baby." you look at him as if he hung the stars and the moon, smiling softly and hugging him tightly. steve helps you sit down on the couch. you keep trying to kiss him and he dodges while laughing. "behave." you giggle but do as he asks, sitting quietly on the couch, hands on your lap. he takes your sandals off giving a peck on each of your ankles. it tickles and you giggle, making him lean up to kiss your cheeks. "are you hungry?" he asks after cradling your head in his hands. you nod, leaning into his touch. you're a little tipsy from the three martinis you took with your friends and steve thinks is cute. he makes you promise to be still and wait for him as he grabs some snacks and a bottle of water. you wait for him patiently, feet rubbing on the fluffy carpet. steve comes back and you feel giddy. "we have water, very important, and some chips." you thank him and he helps you drink the water. not that you need it, but he does love to dote on you and you do love to be doted on. you both eat the chips together, you feed him and he feeds you. after finishing he pulls your legs to his lap. "can we shower now?" you say in a sleepy voice. "sure we can honey." steve pulls you up with him and you both walk to the bathroom. he turns the shower faucet on, and helps you out of your clothes. you wait for him to undress and get inside the shower box with you. the water is warm, but steve is warmer and you cling to him like a lifeline. he kisses your hair before washing it, and then ducks his head down so you can wash his. you giggle when he shakes his head like a puppy and he smiles pulling you close to him. he helps you wash your back and you wash his chest. "thank you stevie. youre so nice to me." you mutter against his skin. steve smiles and kisses your lips "dont need to thank me baby." you both get out of the shower and steve makes sure youre well wrapped in the fluffy towel. "want me to dry your hair?" he asks while drying his hair with a towel. you shake your head "want it wavy tomorrow" steve nods, even though he knows your hair wont be wavy in the morning and you will complain a little. you pull him by his hand to the shared bedroom, plopping yourself on the bed, pulling him on top of you. steve kisses your nose "no funny business little miss" you giggle "wasnt on my plans" and really it wasnt, you just want to feel his skin on yours. steve smiles fondly at you before getting up and grabbing a pair of boxers for him and some panties for you. "you want pjs ou t-shirt, baby?" you're almost asleep and you just hum at him. steve rolls his eyes and grabs one of his t-shirts to you. he slides the panties up your legs and help you put on the shirt. he dresses himself after in the same fashion as you. "baby you need something else?" when you don't answer, he nuzzles his nose on your cheek, smiling at your sleep state. he turns the lights off and climbs on the bed next to you. you reach for him immediately, curling yourself on his side. "love you love you stevie baby" you puck your lips for him, waiting for a kiss. steve smiles and press his lips against yours, holding you tight against him. he pulls the duvet on top of you both. "love you too honey baby."

[inner-ear627]

Clairaudient Channeling

() = me narrating

"" = songs, books, movies, quotes

<> = smells, tastes, sensations

Some of these could just be signs or synchronicities. Sometimes I'll get words or sentences, and I'll hear someone else say them later on in a conversation or on the TV/internet.

(Before I list off the stuff I got earlier, I just wanted to mention I noticed a lot of lights flickering today and that might be significant for someone.)

"S.O.S" - Rhianna

Someone is swearing up and down they didn't do anything but they did.

Gaslighting

Time piece

Fucked up

Losing it

Pictures

"Picture to Burn" -Taylor Swift

Bouncing up and down

Pacing

Holier than thou

Reckoning

Family gathering

Video surveillance

(I just heard, as I was typing, "the lie detector determined THAT was a lie!" lol)

Agreement

Mediocrity

Move it or lose it

Foster

Give them up

Headline

Serpentine (I got the feeling someone was trying to maneuver around questions without actually answering them)

Golashes

Do you have the time?

Losing it

Over now

You fucking wish

"Wild Thing" - The Troggs

It's got your name on it

Filters

Duolingo

Move over

"Oldies radio! MAJIC 102.7!" (That's a radio station in Miami that I'm pretty sure doesn't play oldies anymore)

Enough

Loosen it

"Uptight" - Stevie Wonder

Nicotine patch

Out of sight, Out of mind

Old people

California adventure

Cruise

Repeated attempts

Responsibility

Stuff that matters

Tessa

Don't get stressed about it

Worries and fears

Cookie

Double chocolate

Holding out

Unbelievable

Try to have a good day

I believe in you

Dentist appointment for Tuesday

Marked down

Clearance sale

In quotation marks

Everything must go

Circumstances

Monster sale

Umpire

Truck

"Love Me Do" - The Beatles

Above or below average

Score

Spikey

Honda Civic

International

Chocolatier

Performance review

Substandard

<Sudden wave of nausea out of nowhere, like I was car sick and wanted to throw up>

Calm down

Beauty sleep

Get this message

Timer

Self-Esteem

Bullseye

Licked

Crying

"Respect" - P!nk

Zipper

Caught with pants down

Triangle

Square

Ratio

Paper

Get Ratioed (lol not sure what that means but it sounds like an insult)

Motormouth

Richard

That's a big ask

Responsibility

Baby

Fatality

Big boundaries

Needing

Fight

Goggles

Thunder

Houla hoop

Lit a fire under their ass

Where would we be?

Water bottle

Don't forget to hydrate

Music

Be there or be square

Minimum of 40 days

Purim

Derogatory

Maximum sentence

Jail

Libra

Island

Get out of there

Burger King

Roof

Rattling around

"Shake, Rattle, and Roll" - Bill Haley & His Comets

Gertrude

Desert

After party

Cinco De Mayo

Fishing line

Chicken wire

A lot of lessons here

Maury

First of all

Hey, thanks

Resolve your tummy issues

Not you gaslighting me!

Taco truck

<stomach pains and nausea again>

Ocracoke

Tank

Badmouthing

Bruiser

Your anthem is playing

"All Star" - Smash Mouth

Ego boost

Amanda

Diet coke

Coke

Go back to

October 1st

Halloween

Heightened

Audience

Podium

Pond scum

Basement

Recliner

Sofa

Couch

I haven't eaten anything

We haven't decided yet

Gold Star

Applebee's

Idol

Opera

Start singing about mashed potatoes

Hockey puck

Island

Someone stole my sweets

Puppy

All this

Giving to me

Slow approach

Snow White

Billy Goats Gruff

Standards

Timer

Watch

Clouds

Jeff

Hungry

Belief

Waffle House

Good

Bandages

Dead (when i heard this i saw a Waffle House that was open but had no customers)

Restaurant

Retainer

Hot and Smokey

Tender

Ham

Smoked bacon

Samon

Date

Trail mix

Sky

Grand Theft Auto

Airplane

Keep your peace

Whatever happens

Nonchalant

Enjoyment

I'll tell you right now

Not for everyone

Lavender scented dish soap

Business acumen

Bill fold

IQ

Brown noser

Hop in

Take a seat

Roof

Diving

Ella

Writing

Put on app

Appetizer

Egocentric

At work

Hotdog

Banana

Indentured servitude

Morally corrupt

Billy

Looking for illegal activities

Evidence

Spotted

Photo

Thinking it was gonna last

Court ordered

Hearing

Deep

Sink

Land

Scope (I was seeing a looking glass that old timey pirates used and then I started seeing a lot of old timey pirate imagery))

Old time pottery

Wasted it now

Boat

Higgins

Fact of the matter

Motherland

Manipulate

Talking about

Collective

Ghetto

Prison

Thinking they are more powerful than God

Big mistake

Redirect

Court

Smashing

Capricorn

Leo

Heirophant

Judge

Out of the frying pan and into the fire

Hot water

Heart attack

Electric Bugaloo

Stay out of it

It's not for you to get involved in

"Too Much Monkey Business" - Chuck Berry

"Blue Suede Shoes" - Elvis

Wow

Theme park

Expresso

Susan

Ascot

Holding it down

Police

Rings

Dang it

Anything I can help you with?

Willow

Tap

Content

Woken

Open doors

Flew open

Dragonfly

Huckleberry

Ring

Ichabod Crane

Up in the air

"Up, Up and Away" - The 5th Dimension

Computer

Make other people uncomfortable

Vampire

Edgar Allan Poe

They think they are so much better than you, but they don't know a damn thing about you. Not a single clue.

Put up with bull crap

Stupid

Heavy

Pictures

Snakes

Walk down tracks

Who the hell cares what their tiny minds think.

Idea of you

Judgement

Passion projects

Executing thought into action

Art

Beautiful

The Call

Phone call

Leo

Ace

Raising up confidence

Not involved They absolutely were involved

Fumbled

You may cry

Alleviate

I love you

Take care of your tummy

Dimetapp

Action

Be on alert

Be awhile

Keep your head up

Head above water

Scatter

King of cups

Motivate you

Capital

Teamed up

Minutiae

Guys

Made up

Cover story

Lesbian

Oh, well. They can just sit there and be mad by themself.

Page out of your book

Helpful

Favors

Halloween

Serious

Covers

Scary dude

Shiver me timbers

Cover

Already knew

Said somebody looked like me

Necromancer (this is in reference to some kind of game. Couldn't get a clear picture on what game, so it must be something I'm unfamiliar with)

Construction

Lady

Good

Grounded

Good judgement

"Luck Be a Lady" - Frank Sinatra

Bankruptcy

Character

Police department

<Tasting cherry ice cream>

Hot summer day

Just in time

Love you

Good night

[ilyasorokinn]

game winner ― artturi lehkonen

note: i don't really have anything to say. i'm just really proud of all of them. artturi, you deserve a big forehead kiss. summary: artturi, the winner. warnings: alcohol consumption word count: 637 words

you decided that, even though you were in a different city, you would still go along with your routine. you weren't superstitious at all, but playoffs were no time to play around.

you got ready the same way you would at home. you got to the arena at the same time you normally would. and of course, grabbed your snack before puck drop.

the game started out strong with cale scoring in the 1st period, 3 minutes in. but after the 2nd period was when you started to get worried. 3 goals in one period weren't very promising.

by 2nd intermission, you were on your second beer. you had been texting a few of the girls throughout the game.

when 3rd period came around, you were ready to throw up. goal after goal was getting called. you cheered when the avs got goals and deflated back in your seat when the oilers got goals.

you tried to distract yourself during intermission but your mind was very much present and running 1000 miles a minute.

when ot started, your leg was bouncing the entire time.

the puck dropped and it was tossed from player to player before helm passed it to cale who got it in front of the net, and artturi was the one to get it into the net.

your reaction time was a little slow, but when he skated over and jumped into the arms of his teammate, that's when you knew it was over.

the crowd was mostly oilers but there were some avs fans, so you cheered with them.

after the game, you face timed maddie, nak's girlfriend, who was crying, "oh, don't cry."

"i can't help it." she laughed, "was it magical?"

"it was." you nodded, "their hotdogs aren't as good but i ate it."

"well come home and we'll get all the hotdogs you want."

"tomorrow." you smiled.

she smiled, "tomorow." you blew a kiss, she blew one back and you hung up.

you waited for artturi to come out of the locker room, scrolling through your phone and reading all the tweets and messages.

he was one of the first to come out and when he saw you, he all but ran over to you and hugged you tight, lifting you off the ground a little.

"my winner." you hummed, pulling away and cupping his face, "i'm so proud of you."

he smiled at your words, "are you getting deja vu? or is it just me?"

"no, i'm getting it. me sitting in the stands watching you score the game-winning overtime goal, winning it for your team and sending you into the next round. nope, sounds about right."

he laughed, "i'm glad you were here."

"i'm glad i was, too." you kissed him.

"so, did you eat your hotdog?"

"i did. wasn't as good as it was at home, but i still ate it."

"how much beer?"

"2." you answered shyly, "what? it was stressful."

"i didn't say anything." he laughed, "now let's go celebrate." he threw his arms around your shoulders.

after celebrating for a few hours, you made your way back to the hotel. although you had partied for a few hours, you were still pretty sober.

maddie called while you were getting ready for bed. she was taking care of your dog while you were out of town, "hi, cc." you laughed when her dog's face came into frame.

"scooch." maddie pushed the dog out of the way so your dog could get into frame.

"hi, stevie." you greeted. your dog's head popped up and was sniffing the phone. he whined when he realized you weren't there.

"stevie?" artturi popped into the bathroom. stevie's head popped up once again, but he realized you still weren't there.

"oh, i'm sorry, bud. we're coming home tomorrow." stevie barked happily.

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[cursedcatboy]

“I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.” – Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn.

INTRODUCING :  EZRAEL BINX

inspired by: KITTY MINX from LOVE IN HATE NATION. RACETRACK HIGGINS from NEWSIES. APOLLYON from HELLO FROM THE HALLOWOODS. RICHIE TOZIER from IT (2017) && IT: CHAPTER TWO.  PUCK from A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. HOBAN “WASH” WASHBURNE from FIREFLY. // with hints of: john amoroso from the black suits. taako from the adventure zone: balance. aubrey little from the adventure zone: amnesty. jamie taylor from the haunting of bly manor. portia devorak from the arcana. ted “theodore” logan from bill and ted’s excellent adventure. wirt from over the garden wall. sally owens from practical magic. as well as: — the good, comfy vibes you get from a stevie nicks song. — the crisp earthy-sweet smell of damp fallen leaves. — the fog that results from a warm day turning into a cool night. — old black and white monster movies && arsenic and old lace. — this specific color palette. — the warm scent of sandalwood incense burning.

GENERAL

name. ezrael lysander binx. nicknames. ez, ezzie ( to a very rare few ), rae, little cat ( a thackery exclusive ) date of birth. august 13th. age. twenty three. gender. nonbinary. pronouns. they / them. powers. quick reflexes, very good balance. sexuality. pansexual. place of birth. hallow falls.           current residence. elias.          occupation. bartender, aspiring musician. song. we all float down here - four year strong. emojis. 😈 🧡 🎸

APPEARANCE  

height.  6′1″. build. athletic, lean. hair colour/style. shortish, just above shoulder-length & curly; naturally medium brown but they’ve been known to dye it black for funsies.       eye colour. green.         piercings. ears & septum.          tattoos. small black lineart of a crescent moon on the inside of their left wrist, small black lineart of a star on the inside of their right wrist, more to come.       notable markings. a few small scars on their fingers from their whittling phase, a scar just above the right side of their top lip, freckles.            glasses/contacts? neither.       faceclaim. fin argus. voiceclaim. n/a. but there is a lilt of an accent to their voice because of their growing up in thackery’s company.

HEALTH        

allergies. dogs && mangoes. sleeping habits. 6-7 hours a night; sometimes little naps during the day.     eating habits. pescatarian.            dominant hand. left.     drugs / smoke / alcohol? sometimes / yes / only in social situations.

PERSONALITY 

tropes.  lovable rogue, class clown, flirty bard. positive traits. patient, caring, loyal.        negative traits. stubborn, loud, rash.                  likes. bright colors, learning new things, cats, magic, 70s/80s rock, black converse.       dislikes. people who talk over them, being told what to do, tomatoes, most shades of brown.       bad habits. smoking, being reckless. 

RELATIONSHIPS

mother. unknown. father. thackery binx. siblings. n/a. children. none.    significant others. n/a. closest friends. tba.

TESTS

zodiac sign. leo. mbti. enfp.         temperament. sanguine.                  moral alignment. chaotic neutral.       primary vice. pride.       primary virtue. patience.

SKILLS & STATS

languages spoken. english, french, spanish, latin. drive? yes. jump start a car? yes.       change a flat tire? yes.        ride a bicycle? yes.          swim? no.      play an instrument? yes. guitar && piano.         play chess? yes but they hate it. they find it boring.           braid hair? yes.         tie a tie? yes.         pick a lock? yes.         sew? yes.    

here is a playlist for them !! :3

WANTED CONNECTIONS

;; all we are is dust in the wind, dude. | bandmates ! jam sesh buds !

ezrael can play a mean guitar but they can also play the keyboard & sing ! they just need someone ( or several someones! ) to jam with & talk music !! either this can be a Solid Band or just people jamming together & sometimes playing shows - ez is fine with either. music is their passion. 

;; if we shadows have offended. | magic friends !      

just people who have helped/can help ezrael earn more about magic! they've read books and done research but they've stayed more on the Book Knowledge side of things and they've been itching to try a spell or two - nothing major, just for funsies. their dad is thackery after all, they know not to mess with the Big Stuff.

;; the whiskey sure works && lordy i love it. | drinking buddies !  

ezrael is a social drinker and while they do tend to actively make friends while drinking, they much prefer to go out with friends than go out to find​​​​ friends.

;; people who build their houses in your heart. | close friends !  

ezrael is very social & they have friends of all sorts. but i have a feeling that they only have a few close friends - the ones they trade secrets with and always think to text first. midnight slumber party besties y'know? the sort of friends you go stargazing & contemplate life with.

;; the way that i feel, don't try to say it isn't real | exes / flings !  

ezrael is pansexual & can be right flirty when they want to. perhaps they parted ways happily & are still friends! perhaps they Didn't & are anything but friendly. ez doesn't like to burn bridges but they also aren't sure if they like being tied down for too long. their dad must've passed some of his feral cat energy on to them.

&& more, i’m sure!! if you have an idea for a connection feel free to reach out !! :3

[cptnbvcks]

hi i’m so sorry i’ve been super awol on the tumblr front and disappearing on and off but i just wanted to hop on real quick and say thank you to everyone who tagged me in stuff for the writers appreciation day!! i know i’ve been slow with the writing and answering asks (and we can all thank quarantine and sad brain for that) so thank you to everyone who still thinks of me! to all the writers that can actually consistently post and be active — you don’t know how much you contribute to keeping the fandom alive especially during such shitty times. 

i don’t really read too much fanfiction but i have run into some amazing writers and good friends during my short time back on tumblr so i thought i’d give them a little shout out too!! 

- @no-droids​: lmao duh stevie’s my bitch and i love her so much and i’m happy to have her as a best friend and you should all read rough day but also every thing else she writes for the sheer talent she has in making me consumed by rage out of enjoyment 

- @vercopaanir​: i remember coming across the lovely moons and being absolutely stunned by how beautifully it was written and how vividly the descriptions are and the interactions between mando, the kids, and the reader were just ugh chefs KISS. 

- @whenimaunicorn​: she gave me the sheer unadulterated joy of reading about mando being so backed up that his nut ran down your leg all the way to your ankle and i really still think about that almost like six months later (fic’s called the split btw) 

- @mandadoration​: i want to assassinate jasmine for writing a k2so x reader fic that lives in my head rent free 

- @gustavos​: honestly she has such a god damn talent with words and descriptions that it always stuns me a little and the fic that immediately came to mind when thinking of her was this one carrillo fic where him and his wife/reader fight and she makes him lick his nut off her hand. another icon that lives rent free in my rodent brain 

- @equalstrashflavoredtrash​: puck’s adorable and everyone should read her fic about trying shibari out on yourself to seduce mando in public because the reference image is just. OOF.

- @beskars​: gave us the sith obi we all needed in our lives god bless you for that

anyway thank you all so much and all the other writers that my egg head can’t fully list right now and thanks again to everyone who tagged me i promise i have something in the works soon but i dont want to say just yet incase i totally ruin my own will to finish LMFAO BYE I LOVE U ALL <3 

[sfarticles]

Cookbooks are much more than just recipes

Remember these recipe pamphlets from years past? The Washburn-Crosby’s Gold Medal cookbook was published in 1910.

A greeting card I received says, “Get Out Those Cookbooks and Cook Up a Storm.” Why? October is National Cookbook Month. You probably know by reading my columns, I am celebrating.

The Oxford Dictionary defines a cookbook as a “book containing recipes and other information about the preparation of food.” I find them to be so much more; learning about traditions of different cultures, appreciating food photography and reading about recipes prepared across different regions of the U.S. The latter can be found in myriad Junior League, church and other nonprofit organizations’ fundraising cookbooks.

The vintage recipe booklets that take me back to another place and time, and single ingredient cookbooks, are among my favorites. Those pamphlets from the 1950s are retro in design, with the front cover often showing a picture of a well-coiffed woman wearing a dress and a fancy apron while sporting some jewelry, standing by the stove. Some of those recipes just might not be the most appetizing today (think gelatin molds encasing vegetables, American Chop Suey and other creations of the era). Not all are unappealing; recently, some of those comfort foods popular in years past have made a resurgence.

I would rather read a cookbook that tells a story than a novel. For some, it might be a beautiful coffee table book, where not one recipe is used, but the cover has gorgeous visuals. Others have a few on display as a “prop” in their kitchen. Perhaps some of you would appreciate this quote by comedian Rita Rudner: “I read recipes the same way I read science fiction. I get to the end and say to myself, ‘well, that’s not going to happen.’”

For whatever reason one buys or collects cookbooks, they are not going away, as some might think. The internet gives access to millions of recipes, but what is missing are the stories and people behind of the recipes.

Henry Notaker, a food historian, doesn’t think cookbooks will become a thing of the past. After all, many of the food blogs, electronic food media and food television shows are now extending their presence with a cookbook. And, with self-publishing, it is affordable to publish and preserve family heritage recipes and give copies of the cookbook to family and friends.

I recently had new bookcases built to house my ever-expanding collection. It gave me an opportunity to visit titles that have been tucked behind others. I thought revisiting and sharing some of my “finds” would be a fun way to celebrate. To help you celebrate, check out the quizzes below, revisit one of your old favorites and prepare a recipe, or buy that cookbook you always wanted

1. Cookbooks have been with us for a very long time. The oldest known cookbook was written on clay tablets and dates from the 18th century BCE. Which culture left it for us?

A. Babylonian

B. Roman

C. Chinese

D. Inca

2. Who was the French “king of chefs and chef of kings” who published his “Guide Culinaire” in 1903, which is still in use today?

A. Frank Beard

B. Paul Bocuse

C. Wolfgang Puck

D. August Escoffier

3. While she was living in France, after working for the OSS in World War II, Julia Child attended which famous cooking school before collaborating with Simone Beck and Louisette Bertholle to create her famous cookbook, “Mastering the Art of French Cooking”?

A. International Culinary Center

B. The Cordon Bleu

C. French Culinary Institute

D. The Culinary Institute of America France Campus

4. When this woman wasn’t touring as part of her and her husband’s rock ‘n’ roll band, she was a cookbook writer and food impresario in her own right. She was an ardent vegetarian, once saying, “If slaughterhouses had glass walls the whole world would be vegetarian.” Who was she?

A. Judy Collins

B. Stevie Nicks

C. Linda McCartney

D. Joan Baez

5. Whose 1896 “The Boston Cooking-School Cook Book” has stayed in print for over a century, and is often referred to only by the author’s name?

A. Rose Elliott

B. Fannie Farmer

C. Susie Fishbein

D. Richard Kimball

6. Who wrote the popular cookbook, “30 Minute Meals”?

A. Martha Stewart

B. Emeril Lagasse

C. Bobby Flay

D. Rachael Ray

7. This cookbook, by Irma Rombauer and Marion Rombauer Becker, has become so familiar that its title was modified to become the title of a bestselling book by Alex Comfort. What is this cookbook’s title?

8. Which of these cookbook titles are not real?

1. “Microwave Cooking for One”

2. “The Male Chauvinist Cookbook”

3. “Manifold Destiny: The One! The Only! Guide to Cooking on Your Car Engine”

4. “Cooking in the Nude”

5. “The Pyromaniac Cookbook”

6. “The Dracula Cookbook”

7. “Revolting Recipes”

8. “Special Effects Cookbook”

9. “Serial Killer Cookbook”

10. “Ugly Food”

11. “Season to Taste with Human Tears”

12. “The Carrot Cleanse: 50 Detoxing Carrot Recipes”

To see the answers and the recipes, please visit,

https://www.ctinsider.com/living/nhregister/article/Stephen-Fries-Cookbooks-are-much-more-than-just-15644253.php?cmpid=gsa-nhregister-result&_ga=2.181385959.1536727742.1603022429-1128023684.1499900500

or email me stephen@stephenfries.com

[worldsentwined]

@vefanyar​ tagged me in this thing!

Rules: Tag 9 people with excellent taste. (You all have excellent taste, feel free to do this if you want!)

Color(s) I’m currently wearing: Plum sweater, dark blue jeans, silver earrings and grey/silver/black/mint shoes

Last band t-shirt I bought: When my favorite band Pearl and the Beard crowdfunded their last album (which I didn’t know at the time would be their last *cries forever*) I backed at the level that would get me a sweet t-shirt. It is still one of my favorites. ^_^

Last band I saw live: I was about to say I have no idea, but then I remembered I saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra with my family in December. A+, would recommend, so laser, much fire, wow.

Lipstick or chapstick?: Chapstick! All the chapstick. My poor dry lips demand it.

Last song I listened to: So on my drive to work, the radio was playing a pretty good mix for the weird grey-but-not-yet-raining weather and vaguely isolated-but-independent mood. Which is to say, the last three songs it played were Left Hand Free by Alt-J, Severed by The Decemberists, and Higher Ground by Stevie Wonder.

Last movie I watched: Elleth and I watched Moana together via rabb.it. <3

Last three tv shows I watched: Okay, I was going to just copy Elleth’s answer of One Day at a Time, Voltron: Legendary Defender, and Wynonna Earp (because I have watched all of those recently) but then I remembered I also watched a bunch of Ouran High School Host Club when I was sick last month. >_>

Last three characters I identified with: Tuuri Hotakainen from Stand Still Stay Silent (*cries forever*), Vasiht’h from the Dreamhealers series (I just finished Dreamstorm and was reminded of this - I too am an anxious ace with a huge sweet tooth), and Puck Connolly from The Scorpio Races.

Book I’m currently reading: Not Your Villain by C.B. Lee. 

[notarelationship]

Clinging to This Hating Game 3/?

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: ~5300 (this chapter)

Thanks as always to my superbeta @mshoneysucklepink.

Everything wonky is my fault.

AO3 link Chapter 3

On tumblr: Ch 1, Ch 2

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Kurt was nervous heading to the party. It was his first party since his ill advised hook-up with Blaine and, while he didn’t have any misconceptions about what sort of hook ups might occur at this party, Blaine was going to be there.

He didn’t blame Blaine for what had happened that night - he couldn’t bring himself to be that unfair, as much as it would have made it easier on himself. Kurt simply didn’t enjoy being faced with his mistake on an almost daily basis.

Because that’s what it had been, he knew that now. He didn’t let himself regret it as much as want to put it out of his mind. Blaine was making that difficult.

Mike’s house was in one of the nicer middle class neighborhoods of Lima, and while it wasn’t ostentatiously large there was a lot of front lawn. He was walking up the wide driveway with Quinn, Santana and Brittany when Puck’s truck pulled up and parked directly in front of the house. Puck and Finn jumped out of the front of the cab; Blaine and Beckham climbed out of the back.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. If Blaine and Beckham were showing up at the party in the back of Puck’s truck then it was hardly a date, at least not by Kurt’s standards. Not that he’d ever been on a date. Or was thinking about if they were on a date.

Still, he worked to ignore the butterflies banging around in his stomach as they stood on the front lawn and watched the boys head up the house

“Are we going in?” Santana asked. “Or are we going to hang out here in the front all night looking gorgeous?”

“We’re always gorgeous, Santana,” Kurt volleyed back. “But yes, let’s go in.”

“S’up,” Puck nodded at Quinn as he caught up with them, the other boys trailing.

“Congratulations boys, that was an impressive win,” Quinn answered, her voice calm.

Kurt tensed just a bit, and he could tell Santana was reacting similarly on the other side of Quinn. Puck had been kryptonite for Quinn during sophomore year and even though they had seemed to have gotten over each other, Kurt knew that Puck possessed enough dangerous charm to mess Quinn up if he wanted.

The boys mumbled their thanks, walking past them into the house. Blaine glanced in Kurt’s direction as they passed, but Beckham was looking at his feet the whole time. Santana sidled up to Kurt once they had gone into the house.

“What is going on there Hummel?” She asked quietly.

Kurt half-shrugged and shook his head once. “I’m not entirely sure.”

Once inside they gathered their drinks and found a corner of the living room already occupied by a few other Cheerios and got to gossiping about the football team, college applications and who was most likely to wind up knocked up before they graduated. There was still a few months, after all.

“You’re not drinking, Kurt?” One of the other girls asked. She’d been on the JV squad since last year but Kurt couldn’t remember her name. She always seemed to be wearing a neckbrace.

“Designated driver,” he said, wiggling his fingers in the air in an approximation of a wave. “Besides, I think I’ll wait to uncover my inner alcoholic when there’s something other than Jagermeister and Schaeffer in cans on offer.”

“It all gets you drunk.” Neckbrace rolled her eyes. Kurt noticed Santana bristle at that. Santana could harass Kurt all day and into the night about his occasionally uptight behavior, but damned if she’d let anyone else give him attitude.

“Yes, well, tonight I’ll pass. I promised Finn I’d drive so he could enjoy the party.” Kurt looked around, sipping his pop. “Has anyone seen him? He wasn’t in the front when I came in.”

“I think that Berry chick dragged him into the basement,” another girl offered. When Kurt made a horrified face she added, “They have a karaoke machine set up down there, I think.”

The music upstairs was loud, so Kurt couldn’t hear anything from the basement, but he excused himself and headed to find Finn. Santana, Brittany and Quinn followed him down the stairs.

When they reached the room where the karaoke was happening Kurt was less surprised to find Rachel standing in front of the machine emoting Stevie Nicks than he was when he realized Blaine was her duet partner. He hated how amazing they sounded.

Kurt stood in the back, frowning at them, wondering idly exactly how much sabotage would be beneath him, and if Santana would help him (he was pretty sure she would).

“Hey.” It was Santana, as if on cue. She nudged his shoulder, nodding across the room, where Beckham was standing, staring daggers at Rachel as she play-acted against Blaine’s Tom Petty. “I always wondered about him, but he never let anything slip.” Kurt huffed. “I guess Blaine’s got more skills than football and singing, huh?”

Kurt turned to her, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”

Santana smirked. “Obviously he’s the Twink Whisperer.”

-

Kurt and the girls hung out in the basement for a while, eventually taking their turn on the karaoke machine. Everyone in the room got drunker, except Kurt.

After running through their repertoire of solo choices, Brittany punched in “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls and the four of them got up and bounced around, singing and pulling the other kids in the room into their performance. Kurt ignored the fact that Blaine stayed far away from the group. They collapsed into a heap together on the floor when they were done.

“Nice choice Britt, that was fun.” Santana leaned across Kurt to give her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

“I thought for sure Beck would join in,” Kurt said playfully. “I mean it is his namesake.”

Quinn gave him a confused look. “What?”

“Victoria Beckham? That’s obviously where his name comes from.” Kurt looked at the three of them.

“Kurt, sweetheart, I know you’re gay as a three dollar rainbow but he was not named after a Spice Girl.” Santana explained, laughing. “He was named after her husband.”

It was Kurt’s turn to be confused. “Why would someone name their child after an underwear model?”

Quinn laughed. “Oh my god, Kurt, he’s not - ”

“Come on everyone let’s play spin the bottle!” Rachel was standing in the middle of the basement room, an empty wine cooler bottle in one hand and a full one in the other.

After various noises of objection and resignation, a group of willing players moved to the room next door and some other group took over the karaoke machine.

Kurt wanted no part of spin the bottle, especially since Blaine was one of the people coerced into playing, so he found a corner that wasn’t too occupied and sat back to watch the teenage carnage unfold.

It started out more or less fun. But as the game went on and Beckham had to watch Blaine kiss more people that weren't him, Kurt could see the boy get more and more agitated. When Blaine wound up kissing Rachel on the mouth for much too long Kurt thought Beckham was going to tear them apart with his own hands.

When the bottle finally unleashed its magic in Beckham’s direction, he lept across the circle and planted a kiss on Blaine with enough enthusiasm to elicit ooohs and catcalls from the rest of the group.

“Someone wants a piece of your ass Anderson,” Puck crudely observed.

Blaine blew it off. “It’s just the game.” He shrugged and looked flustered. “It’s all right.” Beckham’s face was beet red.

At some point Santana’s spin landed on Brittany, and instead of stopping they just rolled themselves out of the circle and into a corner to continue making out.

When they’d had their fill of each other they joined Kurt on the sofa to watch the game play out, and when they grabbed some shots from a passing tray he indulged along with them.

“Oh my god, that tastes like motor oil.” Kurt gagged as the flavor backed up his throat. “Gross. No wonder I don't drink at these things.”

“You don’t drink at these things because you’ve got one leg in a nursing home, Hummel, don’t kid yourself.”

“Better than having one wrapped around a stripper pole,” Kurt shot back, but there wasn’t (much) heat behind it. The teasing went on for a while, but when the spin the bottle game broke up they all wandered back to the room with the karaoke to find, to everyone’s delight, that someone had plugged in an ipod and karaoke had turned into a dance party.

Couples had paired off, and Kurt saw Beckham tug Blaine into a dark corner, so he danced with the girls for a while. Eventually, Puck pulled Quinn away - eliciting a raised eyebrow from Santana. Kurt excused himself after that, leaving Santana to Brittany’s mercy, and wandered upstairs.

Kurt made a solo loop around the house, wondering how MIke was going to get it cleaned up before his parents came home on Sunday night. He hoped for Mike’s sake they didn’t come home early.

The line for the bathroom on the first floor was long, and rather than take the advice of several hockey players and relieve himself in the hydrangea bush out back Kurt decided to risk going upstairs. He assumed the upstairs was full of classmates in various states of undress (or worse), but he thought if he just focused on getting to the bathroom he wouldn’t be exposed to too many teenage hormones.

Kurt slipped up the stairs, making small talk with his classmates as he passed them. He didn’t have a lot of close friends at the school - and didn’t want them, but he was a Cheerio and by default fit in the class of ‘popular’ students. He was pleased to find that the line for the upstairs bathroom was much shorter, with only two people ahead of him. Kurt was thumbing through his Instagram feed when the door to the bathroom opened and Blaine stumbled out, Beckham tucked up against his back, his hands tight at Blaine’s waist. They both looked drunk and he watched them stagger down the hall in the opposite direction until they tumbled through a half-open door, slamming it behind them. Kurt swore under his breath.

By the time he worked his way back downstairs, Kurt’s heart was banging in his chest, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

It shouldn’t bother him, Beckham and Blaine, there wasn’t any reason for it. He didn’t want either of them - he wasn’t jealous of that.

Kurt rubbed the heels of his hands in his eyes, pressing hard against his eyelids. Kurt had been the only out gay kid he knew for years. Even before he was really aware of what it meant to be gay, other kids - hell, adults, had assumed things about him that he barely understood. And when he when he did want to hide it was almost impossible.

He had Santana now, and Brittany, and they helped him feel at less alone, but Kurt had been going to school with Beckham Lee for years. And while Kurt would never, ever, expect someone to come out before they were ready, or ever, if they didn’t feel comfortable, he was having a hard time reconciling the fact that he could know this boy for years, that this boy could have witnessed the things that Kurt went through (because honestly, Kurt’s humiliation was nothing if not public) and never say a word, but the minute handsome, talented, charming Blaine Anderson shows up he’s ready to expose himself in a room crowded with his drunken classmates without so much as a second thought.

Kurt opened his eyes, gasping. There were other people in the room, but they weren’t paying much attention to him. He was in the kitchen, so he lifted a half empty bottle of something and a plastic cup and walked out into the back yard.

It was late October chilly, but Kurt didn’t care. He found a spot not already occupied by couples making out and sat, pouring what was probably too much alcohol into the cup. He swallowed a few gulps. It tasted like the foul shot from the basement. He drank some more. He wondered how much he’d have to drink before he either threw up or passed out.

-

Kurt didn’t know how he got home, but when he opened his eyes again he was in his own bed, stripped down to a t-shirt and his underwear. His mouth tasted like hot asphalt and he wasn’t sure he could move his head if he wanted to.

“Kurt!” His dad called, followed by three explosions that could have been knocks on his door. Kurt heard himself whimper. “I’m coming in son.”

Burt sat on the bed next to Kurt’s legs, but all Kurt could do was stare at the ceiling and blink.

“So I have to say that I’m a little disappointed in you, Kurt.” Burt set a large bottle of water and two ibuprofen down on the side table. “But not for the reasons I suspect you think.” Kurt wanted to nod, or say yes, or apologize, or die. “For the time being I’m going to hold off on being angry about this until you can speak for yourself.”

Kurt managed a nod to show he understood. “Dad?” He croaked.

“Yes Kurt?”

“When does it stop spinning?”

-

Kurt didn’t really fall back to sleep so much as bury his head under a pillow and lie in his bed for another few hours. After dragging himself into a shower and putting on clean clothes he felt marginally better, so he forced himself to go downstairs and face the wrath of Burt Hummel.

Finn was sitting at the dining room table in front of a plate full of homemade hamburgers, and his dad was helping his step-mother Carole put the rest of dinner on the table. Apparently he had slept the entire day. Kurt sat gingerly next to Finn.

Finn leaned in and whispered. “Dude, you were so drunk.”

“Finn, how did we get home? Tell me I didn’t drive.”

Finn chuckled. “Are you kidding? I had to carry you to the car. Brittany drove us home. Burt took me over to her house earlier to pick up your car.”

Kurt closed his eyes and tried to remember anything from last night. “Was Dad mad?”

“Well, a little, but he kept asking me what happened. He kept saying you didn’t do things like this so something must have happened.” Finn looked nervous for a moment. “He asked if someone could have slipped you something.”

Kurt managed to turn his head enough to look at Finn. “Like what?”

“Like, you know, like a roofie.” Finn looked uncomfortable again. “Do you think someone drugged you?”

Kurt chuckled darkly. “I wish I could blame someone else for this, but no. I did this to myself.”

Burt and Carole joined them before Kurt could go on or ask any more questions. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done anything stupid, or if he just passed out on the grass until someone found him. He sincerely hoped it was the latter.

Dinner was quiet, but Kurt felt about seventy five percent better after he’d eaten. He thought he could handle whatever Burt had in store for him.

When Carole drafted Finn to help her clear and clean up, Kurt knew it was time to face the music.

“Come on Kurt, there's a game on.”

Once they were settled in the den with the TV on Burt cleared his throat.

“So, was this about a boy? Because I know I wasn’t always ready for this, but you can talk to me, Kurt. Or Carole, if that’s easier.”

Kurt squirmed until he was lying flat on his back, legs stretched out over the couch. Between the unbearable pain of his first hangover and the accompanying embarrassment, Kurt wasn’t sure if he would ever feel human again.

“Sort of, I guess. But probably not the way you think.”

Burt hummed.

“It seems I'm not the only out gay kid at McKinley anymore.”

“Yeah. Finn told me about the new kid. Impressive game last night.”

Kurt huffed a humorless laugh. Of course his dad knew about Blaine’s football prowess.

“You have something going on with this kid?”

“No. Oh god no Dad.” Kurt flapped his hands in the air. “He’s - annoying.”

Burt laughed. “Finn said he was a bit of a showboat.”

“Yeah he’s just good at everything. He doesn't even have to work for it, I mean he came in and like, everyone loved him Dad. The football team is winning, he's getting all the leads in glee, he's definitely going to get the lead in the musical. It's like suddenly I’ve disappeared. I've worked so hard to be accepted, and to get what I wanted,and now it's all just back to square one.”

“I'm sure it's not as bad as all that Kurt.” Burt rubbed a broad hand over his face. “Your school applications are all in, you’ll get auditions for your programs -”

Kurt sat up, his legs swinging around as he leaned forward. Now that he was talking he just wanted to get it all out.

“It is, it's that bad.” Kurt propped his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands. “And NYADA is not a guarantee. Without the musical I have no idea if they’ll even get back to me.”

Blaine’s arrival at McKinley had upset Kurt and his expectations for his senior year, but now - raw from the hangover and alone with his dad, all of the uncertainty he’d been feeling all year came bubbling to the top and he was frustratingly aware of how completely changed everything felt.

Burt started to object, but Kurt cut him off.

“But the worst part, Dad? The worst part is that no one cares that he’s gay. I mean, I should be happy about that, right? I should be happy that everyone has evolved to the point where they just treat him like a person, and who and how he loves someone shouldn’t matter, right?”

Burt sighed, but answered slowly. “Yes, you should. But Kurt - ”

“I mean, no one’s thrown a slushie at him, or tossed him in a dumpster, or even shoved him against a locker. Not that I’ve seen anyway. And there’s this kid, at school -” Kurt stopped and looked at his dad, “I’ve always wondered, you know, if he might be, well, like me -”

“You mean gay?”

Kurt nodded. “But it’s not, I wouldn’t do that to someone - ask them - if they weren’t ready.”

Burt indicated for Kurt to go on.

“But all Blaine had to do was show up, and this kid - he started following him around like a puppy. And last night - well, let’s just say he’s not in the closet any more.” Kurt tried to sound sardonic, but he could hear the cracks in his own voice. His dad chuckled, but there was no humor in it.

“I don’t know if I’m following Kurt. Did you like this boy?”

Kurt shook his head. “No, not like that.” Kurt hugged himself, sitting back against the couch. “But, why not me? It’s not like I could hide from anyone, even when I wanted to. Why couldn’t he have come forward some other time, been my friend?”

For a moment neither of them said anything, then Burt got up from his chair and sat next to Kurt, wrapping him up in one arm.

“Kurt, I am so sorry for the things that you went through, and for not knowing what to do about them sooner. I wish things - no, I wish I had been different.” Kurt tried to object, but Burt shushed him. “No let me finish. As the parent I should have been able to figure it out sooner. No one should have to go through what you went through, and I do believe in my heart - if not my head, that the world is becoming a better and more accepting place. Whether it always wants to or not. But one thing I do know, Kurt, is that you can’t blame yourself for any of those things. You can only be yourself, all of yourself. And I think you are.”

Kurt laughed and willed himself not to cry, but wiped a sleeve across his eyes anyway. “It’s just - it would have been nice to know there was someone else. You know?”

Burt nodded, hugging Kurt tighter. “Yeah, I know son. But I’m proud of you.”

-

Kurt spent the rest of the weekend sleeping and doing his homework, and didn’t think much about what to expect when he got to school on Monday. If he had he might have been more prepared for it.

He met up with the girls in the parking lot, even Quinn - who had little to say about what she’d got up to with Puck at the party, but only smiled coyly at Kurt when he asked.

When they rounded the corner to head to class, they saw a crowd gathered around one of the lockers.

“It’s a little early for drama,” Santana said. “But who am I to question it?”

As they got closer the crowd parted a little, and they could all see, spray painted in huge black letters across a few of the lockers, F-A-G. Kurt choked back a noise that threatened to bubble out of his throat, and he could see various people looking at him as he stared.

“Whose locker is this?” Quinn demanded of the crowd.

Kurt swallowed. “It’s Beckham’s.” The girls all looked at him, but the crowd parted from the other side, and Blaine, Tina and Mike came through.

“Oh my god.” It was Tina. “Where’s Beck? Has anyone seen him?” She looked around at the crowd, and Kurt could see her start to panic. Someone said they thought he was in the office, and Tina took off in that direction, Mike on her heels.

Kurt watched Blaine, who was still staring silently at the defaced locker. After a few long seconds Blaine turned to follow Tina and Mike, brushing past Kurt as he did.

“All we did was make out at a party,” he sobbed out, so quietly Kurt was sure he was the only one who heard.

-

By the time glee club met that afternoon the news was all over the school.

“Beck’s parents pulled him out of McKinley,” Quinn whispered to him once they were sitting. “It seems his parents weren't entirely in the dark about his orientation and they've already petitioned the school board to let them home school him for the few remaining credits he needs to graduate. Turns out they'd been preparing in case something like this happened.”

Santana leaned forward, “Apparently he told his parents about all the shitty things that happened to you freshman year.” Without looking she locked her pinky with Brittany’s. “I guess some people were paying attention after all Kurt,” she said quietly.

Kurt bit his lip, hard, to keep from bursting into tears right there in class.

The class bustled in, and Kurt noticed Blaine looked a little unsteady, but he took his place next to Tina on the risers like he did every class. Mr. Schuester followed them in.

“Alright everyone, I know today has been a difficult one for a lot of people, but we need to get started on a few things. Sectionals is coming up in only a couple of weeks, and we need to cast the musical so we can get started on rehearsals.

“I was thinking we could start auditions for the musical today, so I can post the cast by the end of the week. Anyone without a prominent spot in the musical will be featured in our sectionals performance. How does that sound.”

From the murmured sounds that erupted from the group it sounded like everyone agreed that it would be a more fair opportunity for everyone than they were used to having.

“Mr. Schue,” Rachel interrupted. “I do believe that with my particular level of commitment to performance I could easily handle a major part in the musical as well as my usual place as the lead vocalist for -”

“I’ll stop you right there Rachel. We have more than enough talent for everyone to have a place right now, and I have no doubt that we will get through sectionals, no matter how the class splits its vocal duties. So why don’t you just wait until we get through rehearsals and I make some decisions about the casting before you start to petition me to make changes.” He paused, and the rumbling started up again. “That goes for everyone here.”

Rachel sat back and made a motion to zip her lips, and everyone quieted down.

Mr. Schuester drew their names out of a hat and they all auditioned at random. Kurt paid less attention to the girls as they went on, since he wasn’t in competition for them for roles, but perked up when they boys were performing.

For his own audition he’d chosen “What I Did For Love,” since Mr. Schuester had given up trying to dissuade him from singing songs written for girls early within his first six months in glee club. When Blaine, his eyes red-rimmed and blood-shot, auditioned with “Not While I’m Around” Kurt had to give him props for melodrama while trying not to blame him for what happened to Beckham. It wasn’t easy.

Beckham hadn’t been part of any popular crowds, so the only kids who were still affected by his loss were his close friends (Tina was still upset by the whole situation), so when news that there would be recruiters from some major college football teams coming to watch the team play on Friday pushed the excited uproar about his removal from school faded away. Even the posting of the cast for the musical was really only of interest to those who might get a part.

When the cast notice was posted Friday afternoon during lunch, everyone involved crowded around the board outside the choir room. Blaine, not surprisingly, was cast as the lead, and bashfully accepted congratulations from his friends in the group.

Kurt, also not surprisingly but disappointingly nonetheless, was cast as Mr. MacAfee. Santana as Rosie, Rachel as Kim, and Puck and Finn trading off the role of Conrad Birdie completed the cast. Kurt was relieved to see Mercedes cast as Mrs. MacAfee, since they generally got along and it would make the entire experience somewhat easier to bear. He grabbed her as the crowd broke up to commiserate.

“I am delighted to be your husband for this event, Miss Jones,” he teased. “I have to imagine you’re as disappointed as I am to not have a bigger role.”

Mercedes chuckled. “Well, I had a talk with Mr. Schue earlier in the week. He promised that I would get a lead at Sectionals, and some input into the song selection, so I’m willing to let it slide for now.”

“I wonder if I should go talk to him,” Kurt mused. “Get ahead of the crowd.”

“It couldn’t hurt,” Mercedes said. “But I’ll be doing a solo, so don’t even think about challenging me on that.”

Kurt held up his hands in mock protest. “I would never.”

-

Kurt Hummel was nothing if not determined, despite whatever setbacks might come his way, so if his only opportunity to shine was going to be as the campy comic relief, then he was going to be the campiest, most comic relief that anyone had ever seen.

He was still contemplating the potential things he could do in the role, what he might be able to expand or adapt, when he found himself more or less alone with Blaine Anderson in the locker room after the game that night.

“You should give up the lead in the musical,” Kurt said it to his locker, but there was no one else he could have been speaking to.

Blaine turned from his own locker, looking at Kurt as if he’d grown a second head. “Why on earth would I do that?”

“If you’re getting a football scholarship then I don’t understand why you have to take my arts scholarship too. It’s greedy.”

Blaine rolled his eyes and went back to taking his clothes off. Kurt absolutely did not sneak a sideways glance when Blaine took off his shirt

“I am definitely not getting a football scholarship, Kurt,” he said quietly.

“What are you talking about? All those scouts are here for you? And from what I hear through the grapevine there will be more next week! Why else would they be here if not to offer you a scholarship?” He went back to his locker.

Kurt could see Blaine walk toward him, stopping just a few feet away. “Look at me.”

“What?” Kurt’s skin went hot.

“Look at me, Kurt.”

Kurt did not want to look at Blaine. He knew Blaine was stripped down to his football undergarments, and he also knew what Blaine looked like with his pants (mostly) off. He centered himself, and turned towards Blaine, but let his gaze drift over his shoulder. Blaine was shorter than he was, so it wasn’t hard.

“At me, Kurt.” Kurt did. A sweep from head to toe and back, but he landed on his (so, so amber) eyes.

“I will never get a football scholarship. I am too small to play professional football. Hell, I’m too small to play college football most places. Also? I don’t want to play football. I don’t like it, I’m good at it. There’s a difference between those two things.”

“Oh poor you. So good at everything you do.” Kurt was beyond frustrated, and he couldn’t keep it out of his next question. “So what are you doing here?”

“Well, believe it or not, this strangely typical midwestern high school has apparently developed quite the reputation for the arts and as a breeding ground for talented kids. And my father was not happy with my declaration that I would not be going to school to be a lawyer, and that I planned to pursue performing arts. As a compromise, he agreed to help pay for my education only if I was accepted into a short list of elite programs, and this seemed like the best place for me to be so I could make that happen.”

Kurt scoffed. “What about your fancy prep school?”

Blaine held his hands out, an appeal for belief. “Nope. Academics, yes, and they had a decent glee club there. But it was stuffy and not very challenging and wasn’t going to get me noticed, even as the lead vocalist.” Kurt rolled his eyes, Blaine was insufferable. “Nope, it’s true. When the McKinley athletic department found out I was interested they bent over backwards to get me to come here.” Blaine put his hands on his hips. “They just want to use me to help get some of the other kids scholarships. I’m letting them.”

“It’s not fair.” Kurt shook his head and turned away.

“What’s not fair about it? I’ve worked just as hard as you have.”

Kurt spun and looked at him. “You have no idea what I’ve had to go through to make it out of here alive! What this school was like? The bullying, the threats, the general hatred and disinterest from people who should have been able to help me. And you just waltz in, Mr. Fucking Perfect at everything, and ruin all of it for everyone else. My god, Beckham wasn’t even out, and look what happened to him. Do you even care?”

Blaine took a step closer so fast Kurt flinched, eyes flashing.

“You don’t know me, Kurt. You have no idea what I care about.” Blaine took two steps back, then turned and went back to his locker, grabbing a towel from inside before storming off to the showers.

[wmupuck]

If you could go anywhere in the world for free, where would you go?

Uh...Dubai, maybe? I like how the city looks all insane and expensive, and there's a bunch of supercars driving around, but you could also go randomly take a ride on a camel if you wanted to. It just seems like a cool place to be.

[radiohorizon]

5 million years later...

1.Who was the last person you held hands with? Romantically, Emily. Friendwise, Arin or Annabelle i cant remember 
2. Are you outgoing or shy? Depends on who I’m around. If I’m comfortable in the situation, I’m outgoing but if I’m not im the shyest person ever 
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My baby cousin whos like 3 weeks old😍 
4. Are you easy to get along with? Extremely 
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Uh i hope so? Idk I’ve never been in the situation 
6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Kind, sarcastic assholes, who have my weird ass sense of humor and adore animals 
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I have no idea🤷🏼‍♀️ 
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? My best friend. He’s going through a really hard time and I don’t know how to help him feel better 
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Depends on the context and people I’m having the conversation with 
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Bea. She always lets me vent tf out and always gives the greatest advice, even if I don’t wanna hear it 
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “Sorry bud😉” 
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Missing Teeth- Vanity Theft Smokestacks- Layla Open Hands- Ingrid Michaelson Saturn- Sleeping At Last Castle- Halsey 
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Yesssss😍 
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Absofreakinglutely 
15. What good thing happened this summer? Vacation with Katie and Kristy; met Bea 
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I mean probably. We kissed and it didn’t mean anything, it was more for fun than anything else 
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Heck yeah. Lightyears of planets and other galaxies? No way we’re here alone 
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Yeah kinda. We aren’t that close and I don’t really care to be lmao 
19. Do you like bubble baths? Love them😍 
20. Do you like your neighbors? For the most part yes. 
21. What are you bad habits? Picking at the skin around my nails and biting my cheek with im anxious or bored; not letting go; trusting easily; eating too much; not taking care of myself; selfharm 
22. Where would you like to travel? Across the country; the dead sea; egypt; hawaii; Cancun; Australia; basically anywhere 
23. Do you have trust issues? Horrible trust issues 
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Seeing my cat 
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Honestly i dont know. I have issues with my stomach, back, butt, boobs, thighs, calves, wrists, arms, fingers, ankles, face, chest. Basically anywhere there is fat and/or acne and/or stretch marks and/or scars 
26. What do you do when you wake up? Go on my phone, brush my hair, brush my teeth and then whatever comes next 
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Darker. I’m pale as shit 
28. Who are you most comfortable around? Probably Bea or Stevie 
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yeah, 1. And then she continued to ignore me and treat me like shit so🤷🏼‍♀️ 
30. Do you ever want to get married? Yep! In my back yard with my dad as the dude who marries me and my future wife and gives me away 
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Heck yeah boi 
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Ruby Rose and Mila Kunis 
33. Spell your name with your chin. Herg (Beth) 
34. Do you play sports? What sports? Dance (10 years), Cheer(2 years) and soccer (maybe 5 years) 
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Without TV hands down 
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yeppers 
37. What do you say during awkward silences? “Uhhhhhh” or just laugh awkwardly or “why is it so quiet” 
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? 🤷🏼‍♀️ honestly just want someone that’s kind and strong willed and has a big heart and loves cats as much as me. My “type” literally doesn’t exist so 
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Kohls, Ross, HotTopic, Rue 21, Forever 21, Big Lots, Macy’s 
40. What do you want to do after high school? College and then Police Academy 
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? 100% but not everyone deserves a 3rd 
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m super upset and probably feel nauseous and shaky and am about to start crying or go into an anxiety attack or something. Or im just tired as fuck 
43. Do you smile at strangers? Yeppers 
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Bottom of the ocean 
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Anxiety of failing school 
46. What are you paranoid about? Losing the people I love to the same issues I have dealt with 
47. Have you ever been high? Yeeep 
48. Have you ever been drunk? Noooope 
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Not that I can think of? 
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Red 
51. Ever wished you were someone else? Yes, a lot actually 
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My body 
53. Favourite makeup brand? Lorac 
54. Favourite store? Ross or Kohls 
55. Favourite blog? Humans of New York 
56. Favourite colour? Dark Purple 
57. Favourite food? Cheeseburger or red peppers 
58. Last thing you ate? Ice cream 
59. First thing you ate this morning? Toast 
60. Ever won a competition? For what? No but I got 2 in gymnastics when i was 8😌 
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Nopee 
62. Been arrested? For what? Nopee 
63. Ever been in love? Yeppers and kinda scared of it happening again🤷🏼‍♀️ 
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? First peck kiss was during my choir concert in a literal closet with my then girlfriend with a bunch of my friends circling around us so no one would see First kiss kiss was with my then crush and it was so not expected but super romantic so 
65. Are you hungry right now? Not reallg 
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? I dont really have tumblr friends that arent my real friends so no? 
67. Facebook or Twitter? Tweeter 
68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr 
69. Are you watching tv right now? Yeah actually lol 
70. Names of your bestfriends? Katie, Kristy, Andrew, Elizabeth, Abby, Beatrice, Hailey, Kyle, Annabelle, Tyler 
71. Craving something? What? Pink Lemonade 
72. What colour are your towels? Multicolors 
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1 but used to sleep with 2 
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yepp. A teddy bear the twins gave me in 1st grade, a puppy from my mom when I was born, a unicorn, a kitty and a Pegasus unicorn kitty named Puck 
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? A shit ton 
75. Favourite animal? Monkey or cats 
76. What colour is your underwear? Olive green 
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate and vanilla swirl 
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Cookies and cream 
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Black 
80. What colour pants? Black 
81. Favourite tv show? NCIS or Criminal Minds or Shameless or the OLD scoobydoo, none of that new bullshit 
82. Favourite movie? Chitty chitty band bang 
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean girls 
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean girls 
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Gretchen 
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Crush 
87. First person you talked to today? Bea 
88. Last person you talked to today? Lacey 
89. Name a person you hate? No one 
90. Name a person you love? My momma 
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? #fucktrump and this bitch at school but not gonna cause it aint worth it 
92. In a fight with someone? Nope 
93. How many sweatpants do you have? Like 3 
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? About 3 that i wear, but a lot that dont fit me anymore 
95. Last movie you watched? The Remains 
96. Favourite actress? Jennifer Lawrence 
97. Favourite actor? Josh Hucherson or Gerard Butler 
98. Do you tan a lot? Not at all. Only burn so theres no point 
99. Have any pets? 2 cats and 1 puppy 
100. How are you feeling? Tired, alone, but a little happier 
101. Do you type fast? Ye but im shit at it 
102. Do you regret anything from your past? Certain things with my ex, and not starting cheer sooner but other than that no 
103. Can you spell well? HA no 
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes, a few people 
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? No but i wish): 
106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Not that i know or 
107. Have you ever been on a horse? Mhm 
108. What should you be doing? Sleeping 
109. Is something irritating you right now? My wrist hurts like a bitch and this person is ignoring me like i never existed so there’s that 
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yepp 
111. Do you have trust issues? Lol yes 
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Abby 
113. What was your childhood nickname? Beth 
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yeah 
115. Do you play the Wii? Not really 
116. Are you listening to music right now? No 
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Ew no 
118. Do you like Chinese food? Heck yeaaah😍 
119. Favourite book? Yo this is impossible to answer 
120. Are you afraid of the dark? Yeah fuck that shit but also cant sleep unless its completely dark?? 
121. Are you mean? No i dont think so 
122. Is cheating ever okay? Nope 
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Lol no 
124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Sorta kinda 
125. Do you believe in true love? Yes 
126. Are you currently bored? Yeeeep 
127. What makes you happy? Little random things. Finding a good book, getting a compliment, shaving, random presents even if it seems little or insignificant, seeing my parents together 
128. Would you change your name? No. Ive grown to love and cherish it 
129. What your zodiac sign? Pisces 
130. Do you like subway? Not really 
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Already been through that🙄 tell them how I feel and respect their feelings 
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Bea 
133. Favourite lyrics right now? “Open hands are hard to hold onto anyway” 
134. Can you count to one million? No way 
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? “No mom i didnt get into your makeup or perfume!” As i had her makeup smeared on my face and i smelled like a brothel 
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Teeny bit open so my cat can get in and out but preferred closed 
137. How tall are you? A whopping 5ft 1 
138. Curly or Straight hair? On me? Straight/curly/wavy friss mess On others? Dont have a preference 
139. Brunette or Blonde? On me? Light brunette, wish i still had blonde hair 
140. Summer or Winter? Summer 
141. Night or Day? Night 
142. Favourite month? Probably may or july or October 
143. Are you a vegetarian? No but i respect everyone that is 
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk 
145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee 
146. Was today a good day? I mean it wasnt bad but nothing made it good so i guess sure? 
147. Mars or Snickers? Snickers 
148. What’s your favourite quote? Lose the battle win the war 
149. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes 
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line Theres literally no books around me rn and im sad about it

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