#i think they can move on from here once kurt is more in the After (see the one i just posted) but there's also like

[cringe-but-proud]

Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade reacting to his gender neutral crush kissing him because they're so in love with him before apologising when they realised what they just did please?

Ofc!!

X-Men with a gn!crush!Reader who suddenly kisses them 🤯🤯🤯

Includes: Remy LeBeau, Wade Wilson, Logan Howlett, and Kurt Wagner

A/n: I love them a normal amount. This took me a long time to write because tumblr kept deleting all of my work 😋😋😋 But, it’s here now. Hope you freaks annoy it. Requests are OPEN 💜

Remy:

It happens one day when you guys are in the kitchen cooking together

Remy (ever the opportunist) is helping you out by occasionally guiding your hands or gently grabbing your waist/hips whenever he moves past you. And you're definitely not complaining

Overall, the vibes are very flirtatious and cutesy, and you sort of get caught up in it.

After the food is in the oven and Remy is washing dishes, you walk over and kiss him.

Remy damn near drops the bowl he was rinsing, but he manages to keep his cool and almost immediately starts kissing you back

You're the first to pull away because it suddenly clicks for you that you're kissing your friend, so you break the kiss to start apologizing

"What you apologizing for, mon Ami?"

"I kissed you."

"And? I certainly didn't mind."

Remy has liked you for a while. That was pretty obvious to everyone. Everyone except you, since you thought he was just being flirty with you like he was with nearly everyone.

But, that's obviously not the case. He makes sure to make that very clear.

Once all of your feelings are cleared up, Remy pulls you closer to him by your hips and smirks softly. "You wanna try and kiss me again? For real this time?"

His ass did NOT finish those dishes 💀

L ogan:

He comes back from a long mission, exhausted and not really in the mood for dealing with anyone

Well, that is until he sees you walking down the hallway. Then he decides he can maybe deal with one more person.

You're happy to see him back, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace that he didn't know he needed

"Ugh, I missed you!"

“You say that every time I come back from a mission."

"Yeah, because it's true."

He missed you too, but you don't need to know that.

You pull back from him just to lean in and kiss him.

That's probably the last thing he expected you to do. I mean, yeah he really like you, but he'd always been certain that you'd never want a guy like him.

After a moment of shock, he starts kissing you back, arms tightening around you

You pull away to ask "is this okay?" And he doesn’t even let you finish, just pulls you in for another kiss.

Sorry. He’s just wanted this for such a long time.

Wade:

He's liked you for a pretty long time. But, he knows you probably won’t like him back with how he looks. And he tells himself he’s fine with that.

But, since you two have been friends for a while, you get curious. So, you ask if you can see his face.

He agrees eventually and pulls his mask off to show you.

Normally he doesn't get so nervous to show people his real face. But, it's different with you. He doesn't think he can just laugh off your disgust.

When he pulls his mask off and your eyes widen, he immediately assumes the worst

"Yeah. Hideous, I know. Not the chiseled supermodel that I sound like under the-"

"Wade, you're like, hot."

"Excuse me?"

He can't believe it. Actually, he doesn't believe it. After you repeat yourself, he starts telling you that he doesn't need you to lie to him and that's when you cut him off with a kiss.

He pulls away immediately just because of utter shock "Woah! Cool down, hot stuff. What are you doing?"

You tell him you've always liked him, and that you still like him (maybe even like him more) now that he's shown you his face.

He's over the moon.

"Well, why didn't you tell me sooner? We could've been doing this all along!"

"Doing what?"

And then he kisses you again. Heheheheehehehe 👅👅👅

Kurt:

Kurt loves helping you with anything and everything whenever he can. It’s one of the ways he shows his appreciation for you.

So, when you receive a (very minor) injury during training, he’s at your side almost immediately

He drags you away and makes you sit down, treating your small cut as if it were a leg that had fallen off

“Don’t move, Schatz. I will be back with a first aid kit.”

“Kurt, you don’t need to-“

“Stay, please.”

So, you let him patch you up, and he does far too much for a wound that you could probably just slap a bandaid over

But, you don’t mind. You admire him as he’s crouched down to the floor, delicately treating the small cut on your knee

And then he looks up at you with those bright, yellow eyes and he smiles. And you can’t help yourself. You lean down to him and kiss him.

This poor boy is so surprised he can’t do anything. He just freezes up. So, you assume you’ve done something wrong and you pull away.

“I’m so sorry. I thought- I was just-“

“Please do that again.”

“What?”

“Please.”

And you do 🧚‍♀️

[prodbyton]

──★who’s that girl? chapter 19: who is that?

half smau, half written wc. 1k warnings: drinking

hanging out with chaeryeong was the original plan, but somehow you had been drawn in by a handsome face. he offered you a drink, and he seemed really sweet so who would you be to decline? after all, tonight was about getting over your crush on jaehyun and you were going to do just that.

by the time you finished your drink, had a good conversation with the boy and you two hit it off pretty well. his name was jake, he’s from australia and only recently moved to the area. did you mention that he was undeniably handsome?

as the night went on you both talked, a lot of flirting going on, and after a few more drinks you were basically spilling your life story to him. not really a good first impression to a cute guy you just met, but jake didn’t seem to mind.

“okay, okay, i think you’re drunk,” jake said with a small chuckle, though his eyes were soft with genuine concern.

“no, m’fine” you slurred, ignoring his words and going to take another sip of your drink, but he swiftly took the cup out of your hand and ignored the pout on your face.

“did you come with anyone that can get you home?” jake asked, looking around for chaeryeong since he remembered she was with you when you two originally met.

although jake seemed like a nice guy, you wouldn’t ever get in the car with a man you just met and jake was a gentleman and would have bought you an uber home if he needed to.

after not being able to find your bestfriend with a scan of the busy bar, you end up texting her, as well as someone you know will be able to pick you up.

once you got a text from jaehyun saying he was here, jake helped you walk outside to find your ride. he held your purse in one hand while the other was around your shoulder to stabilize you.

before jake could say anything, jaehyuns car pulled up in front of the both of you and he quickly got out of the vehicle to face the both of you. jaehyun was surprised to say the least, a face you weren’t able to read as he scanned your appearance. he switched his view to jake then back at you, and then to the hand jake had around your shoulder.

“yn?” jaehyuns voice was tight, though he was trying to hide it. “are you okay?”

you tried your best to straighten up, but only managed to sway more, leaning harder into jakes side. “jaehyun! i- um… i had a bit to drink…” you giggled, not realizing how awkward the moment was for the two boys.

as if a way to fill the weird silence, jake cleared his throat. “she was a little out of it but not too much, so i thought it’d be better someone she knew got her home”

jaehyuns jaw tightened ever so slightly, but he shook it off, giving jake a kurt smile before looking back at you.“um… thanks for looking after her, i got it from here.”

there was a thick pause, jaehyun still staring at the way you leaned into jake with an oblivious smile across your face. jake sensed the weird tension, clearing his throat again before nodding and releasing you from his hold so you can go to jaehyun, handing him your purse in the process.

“no problem. yn, ill text you tomorrow” the words felt like a slap in the face and jaehyun was sure he wasn’t able to hide the way his face churned at those words, but he tried his best to smile it off as he helped you into the passenger seat of his car.

the familiar atmosphere was enough to sober you up just a little bit, body slumping into the seat as jaehyun made his way back to his side and to start up the car.

“you okay?” he murmured, his voice soft now that jake was out of the way.

“mhm,” you mumbled, your head resting on the car window. “just drank too much… jake was nice.”

jaehyun tensed up at the mention of jake’s name again, his grip on the steering wheel tightening just a little. “youve been with him all night?”

you nodded, unaware of the tone he was using and how he was growing more annoyed. “yeah, he was fun… good distraction”

“distraction from what?” jaehyun asked, not understanding why you would go to a bar of all places and mingle with a random guy for the night as a distraction. he wanted to be the one you went to with your problems and give you a good distraction from anything troubling you.

“not important,” you muttered, your words trailing off as you faded into sleep.

jaehyun swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as he looked at you in his peripheral. a weird feeling stirred inside of jaehyuns stomach that he wasnt able to shake. up until now jaehyun had always put you in the friend zone, valuing the friendship you two had created since becoming roommates, but now it was making him nauseous to think about you going out and laughing, and flirting with someone other than him.

“come on, lets get you to bed,” jaehyun said softly to you once you arrived back at the house, guiding you inside and helping you to your room.

there was a comfortable silence between the two of you as jaehyun got you settled, he didn’t have the chance to tell you to change your clothes because you were already knocked out. jaehyun’s mind was racing as he watched you sleep, the jealousy he felt earlier simmered down, but now a new emotion that he never wanted to acknowledge but could no longer ignore was brewing. seeing jake with you, seeing you in someone else’s arms — it made him realize just how much he liked you, way more than a friend should.

and that feeling scared him.

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a/n: so… 😁 NEW CHARACTER YAYYYY!!!! (*crowd boos*)

synopsis: after an unfortunate event, yn needs a new place to stay. she finds a place listed for 5 other people in the apartment, where she meets riwoo, sungho, leehan, taesan, and jaehyun.

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[thorias]

Since season 2 looks to be so jam-packed with stuff, I thought it would be fun to try to break down the episodes using the stories continuing from season 1 and the spoilery bits we learned from D23 and... yeah, there's a lot here.

I'm just making educated guesses right now, but I could easily see this happening in the show.

2x01 - Ancient Egypt. 'Rise of Apocalypse' adaptation. The team helps En Sabah Nur defeat Rama-Tut and Rogue makes her Faustian deal with him to get Remy resurrected. Bishop shows up at the end to collect everyone.

2x02 - The Future. 'Adventures of Cyclops and Phoenix' adaptation. Scott and Jean spend some time raising teenage Nathan and are warned of the horrors that would be unleashed upon the world if Apocalypse were to ever rise to power. Bishop and the others show up at the end and the X-men return to the present.

2x03 - Present day. Bottle episode focusing on Forge's makeshift team, presumably consisting of some combination of Cable, Havok, Polaris, Iceman, Colossus, Archangel, Shadowcat and Emma Frost. They deal with the continuing fallout of Genosha/Asteroid M/the EMP and the ensuing chaos as Graydon Creed is poised to win the presidential election. Apocalypse begins positioning his chess pieces. The new Four Horsemen (let's say Deathbit, Madelyne/Pestilence, Shaw/War and Dazzler/Famine) make their first appearance and give the team a thrashing. The X-men return from the past/future at the end.

2x04 - The X-men are reunited, get caught up on everything they missed while they were gone and find Jubilee wherever she is. Magneto attempts to mend fences with Lorna, but it goes horribly since he did after all try to wipe out all life on Earth while she was, ya' know, on Earth. She doesn't forgive him, but convinces him to turn himself over to the authorities and answer for his crimes. Mags' second trial goes much worse for him than the first one did and he's thrown in a plastic prison like in X2; the last we see of him for a while (probably wishful thinking on my part, but you never know). Rogue leaves to search for Deathbit.

2x05 - Rogue confronts Deathbit. It goes horribly. She tries to absorb the Death persona out of him like she once did for Archangel, but Apocalypse has accounted for her powers this time and Deathbit is immune to them now. She's forced to fight him, shocked by Deathbit's ferocity and resentment toward her and not yet understanding what she needs to do to break Apocalypse's hold on Remy. The battle ends in a stalemate. Rogue is left confused and heartbroken as Deathbit escapes.

2x06 - Wolverine spotlight. Logan travels to Japan, searching for a way to get his adamantium back (I don't like this happening so soon, but we can assume from the D23 sneak peek that it'll probably go this way). He seeks out Lady Deathstrike since her father created the adamantium bonding process and has to fight Sabretooth for it.

2x07 - Nightcrawler spotlight. With the election looming, Kurt confronts his half-brother Graydon. It goes horribly. Mystique reveals herself, having infiltrated Graydon's campaign months earlier. Kurt tries to make peace with his family, but neither of them are interested in peace. The episode ends with Mystique assassinating Graydon and her continued allegiance to Apocalypse is revealed. She then takes Graydon's form and replaces him, meaning Apocalypse would control the White House if Mystique/Creed wins the election.

2x08, 9 & 10 - On the eve of the election, Apocalypse makes his move, committing acts of terrorism, giving Mystique/Creed more ammunition for the anti-mutant campaign Creed was running on, which Apocalypse has been secretly fomenting in order to provoke a human/mutant war. Xavier aides Rogue as she faces Deathbit again, allowing her to confront Remy on the psychic plane. He recreates the gala scene from 'Remember It' in Deathbit's mind, so Rogue can undue that little blunder by dancing with Remy this time and finally confessing her true feelings. Remy learns that Rogue had chosen him, not Magneto, and that she really does love Remy, which gives him the motivation to fight off the Deathbit persona. Meanwhile, the X-men battle the remaining Horsemen and Apocalypse. They're losing badly until a re-adamantiumed Wolverine, Xavier and Rogue, with Gambit, now free of Apocalypse's influence, arrive to turn the tide. Poccy is defeated, and with his machinations revealed, the public is swayed and President Kelly is re-elected.

Afterward, Gambit is back with the team, though he's left with trauma and PTSD from his death and resurrection. Xavier and the X-men are lauded as heroes in the media, so public perception is back on their side and things are looking up for a change... but unbeknownst to everyone, something is not right with Xavier as we get our first hint of Onslaught for season 3.

I think this accounts for every storyline we've confirmed so far, (or most of them at least) but that's just the stuff we've heard about. Who knows what else they've got in store for us that they haven't revealed yet. I'm crossing my fingers that we get longer episodes in s2 because they're definitely going to need more time to cover all this.

[cryscendo]

For the fic ask, can I request one you wanted to write and weren't asked? Klaine, please! ♥

oooooh boy, you really opened up the floodgates with this one. I decided to go super angsty because i just really needed to get this out there. this takes place around the time of “the quarterback” and i went with the prompt “things you didn’t say at all”

i hope you enjoy and sorry in advance for the heartbreak :’(

Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Word Count: 1599

Rating: T

Prompt: 5 - things you didn’t say at all

Warning: mentions of canon character death as a main plot point (references to The Quarterback)

if you would like to request a prompt, you can do so here.

Fic can be read under the cut

Finn’s death was hard on Kurt.

Make no mistake, it was hard on everyone. After watching Santana break down in the middle of the choir room, Blaine was truly able to see just how much this was taking a toll on his friends. Grief was shared amongst everyone who knew Finn, and it made it difficult to even pretend to be okay.

But Kurt… Kurt was suffocating with it. Every moment since his arrival back in Ohio for the funeral had been filled with this poisonous cocktail of emotions.

Kurt didn’t discuss this situation, at least not directly. He more so just tiptoed around the issue, and his words were like a children’s game of telephone where the original words get completely altered and warped, but the overall message is understood.

Blaine watched Kurt as his fiancé tried on no less than twelve different outfits for the funeral. They ranged from black to gray to navy, and he even tried his hand at adding a bit of deep plum. He looked gorgeous in all of them. None of them were good enough for Finn's funeral.

“This isn’t right either,” Kurt said, already moving to undo his tie. It was a sleek thing with very subtle, barely there gold-stitched accents. “Too flashy.” It really, truly wasn’t, but Blaine wasn’t about to argue.

“Maybe do the black suit with the plum sweater? Just forgo the tie completely.” Blaine knew that the problem wasn’t a tie. But Kurt wasn’t talking about what the actual problem was. “I’ll match to you.”

Kurt gave himself a long, hard look in the mirror before him. Blaine didn’t think that he would respond at all. That was until he eventually sighed and turned back towards Blaine. “Let’s try it, then.”

And so it goes.

The funeral ended without incident. Kurt actually agreed to Blaine’s outfit suggestion, which only further proved to Blaine that Kurt was, definitively, not doing well. Because if he was, there would’ve been a bit more scrutiny on Blaine’s choice of textile combinations, as well as how it affected the overall silhouette. He looked great of course, but it was also clear that he wore it not because he was actually in love with the outfit, but because he needed to pick something and allowing Blaine to make the decision took some of the pressure off of him.

Kurt didn’t talk much during the service. He did stand up and give a brief speech, which Blaine was grateful for — even if it felt a bit like Kurt was saying only a fraction of what he wanted to say.

They sat in Kurt’s bedroom a day or two later. Burt and Carole weren’t home, having needed to take care of a few things. They offered for Kurt and Blaine to join them, but Kurt turned the offer down on both of their behalfs. This seemed to disappoint Burt, but Blaine wasn’t interested in going against the wishes of his clearly grief-stricken fiancé.

So they stayed home. And Kurt once again did not speak much.

Eventually though, dinner came around, and Blaine had to make an effort to at least get Kurt to eat something (he has always been on the smaller side, but ever since Kurt moved to New York, Blaine got the sense that he prioritized things like work and school over eating). He brought Kurt a bowl of pasta up to his room — it was left over from the reception catering; Blaine wasn’t exactly the cook in the relationship.

While Kurt accepted the food, he made no move to actually eat it. Instead, he wordlessly spun his fork around inside the bowl, picking up noodles only to let them slip back off the utensil uselessly. He repeated this motion for several minutes until Blaine finally stopped him.

“Not hungry, honey?” Blaine asked, dragging Kurt’s attention back to reality.

Kurt’s eyes flickered up to Blaine’s face for a moment before peering back down towards the pasta, which up to that point had been virtually untouched. “Oh, yeah, I guess not.”

“You really need to eat.” Kurt hadn’t hardly eaten anything since the reception, and even then he grazed more than actually ate. That wasn’t entirely his fault, though. It was hard for Kurt and his parents to get much time to eat when people kept approaching them to express their condolences directly. It was well-meaning each and every time, but Blaine could see that it was taking a lot for Kurt to not tell people to ‘please leave me the fuck alone’. He was wound so tight that one wrong word could’ve easily made him snap.

“I know,” he confirmed. But rather than actually take a bite of his food, he set the bowl down on the mattress between them. Okay. Food wasn’t going to happen right now. That’s fine.

“Kurt, are you going to be okay?” He asked even though he sensed that he already knew the answer. Kurt was strong, powerful, resilient. But beyond that, he was still human.

“Yep,” Kurt responded directly. “Gotta keep on keeping on, y’know? Work and school aren’t going to wait for me forever. So I have no choice but to be okay.”

It was a reasonable enough answer, but Blaine knew it wasn’t what Kurt was feeling. This brave face that Kurt was putting on wasn’t him being honest with himself. Kurt has dealt with more loss than someone his age has any right to. His mother was first, and now Finn. And all the while, his own father was still in a balancing act with his own health and Blaine knew how much that worried Kurt.

Blaine knew he should’ve just left well enough alone, but that wasn’t really his style.

“It’s okay to not be okay, Kurt,” Blaine gently reminded. Kurt clearly didn’t want the reminder.

“You’re not going to lecture me into discussing my feelings. I won’t. I’m fine. And even if I’m not, that’s not going to bring Finn back, now is it?” Kurt put in great effort to make his words come out collected, but his own emotions worked to betray him. “So I’d be wasting my time weeping over something like this when it’s not going to change a single thing.”

“I know that, but please just listen, okay?” Blaine didn’t hold Kurt’s emotions against him. Asking someone to be entirely pleasant after undergoing severe loss was an unreasonable request. All he wanted was for Kurt to hear him for a moment. And with the way that Kurt fell silent, it seemed like he was willing to try.

“Nobody’s asking you to be fine,” Blaine began, moving both of their bowls to Kurt’s nightstand so that he could sit closer to his partner. “All I’m asking is that you be honest with yourself. Everyone can see how hard this has been on you; it’s not exactly a secret.” In response to Blaine’s words, Kurt looked away from him, instead choosing to examine his fingernails. It was artificial distance, not making eye contact. Blaine continued on regardless. “You don’t have to tell me what’s going on inside your head, but just know that whatever it is, you’re allowed to feel it.”

Kurt didn’t respond, but the way that he bit anxiously at his lower lip told Blaine that he was at least listening. That was good at least, that he was attentive to what Blaine was saying to him.

Blaine continued, reaching down to hold Kurt’s hand in his, his thumb swiping instinctively over Kurt’s engagement ring. Kurt watched the motion and sucked in a shaky breath. Kurt didn’t need to say what he was thinking at that moment; Blaine already knew — Finn was never going to be able to see Kurt get married, or even be married himself.

“I don’t think you’ve let yourself feel much of anything since it happened. You didn’t even cry at the funeral.” Kurt tensed, but didn’t pull away. Blaine continued. “I’m not saying you have to talk about it. I’m not saying you have to pour your heart out to the first person who is willing to listen. All I’m saying is that you need to let yourself be not okay. If you go back to New York and pretend nothing’s wrong, I’m scared it’s going to eat you alive. I don’t want that for you.”

Blaine fell silent after that, now only watching Kurt’s face as he continued to stare down at their joined hands. Seconds bled into minutes of wordlessness, and Blaine was beginning to worry that everything he had just said was going to be discarded.

That is, until Kurt’s eyes turned glassy with tears.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked and was immediately followed by silent tears streaming in heavy drops down Kurt’s face. “Shit, Kurt…”

Blaine hugged Kurt close then and Kurt didn’t even try to turn it down. Kurt’s arms were tight around Blaine as if he was afraid that if he let Blaine go, he’d disappear. The room was silent save for the soft sounds of Kurt’s broken gasps as wept quietly into Blaine’s shoulder. It tore at Blaine’s heart, hearing those sounds come from Kurt, his one true love, who somehow unjustly is regularly the victim of tragedy.

Kurt never did end up saying all the things that he had locked up inside his head, but that was okay. He didn’t need to. His actions were loud enough that Blaine understood them as if he were reading them from a book. If Kurt never discussed this again, that would be okay too.

The message was already clear enough.

[rotten-corpses-blog]

Could I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

JD smut, a big Mac with extra fries, and for the drink- *incoherent whispering to passengers* -yeah can I get that drink as uhhh small bondage?

If you can't make that happen, could I maybe get JD being jealous over reader getting hit on, please?

Thanks broskieroni

How about both? I like both, we'll do both.

Content warning: sexual harassment, smut, bondage

You were going to kill Kurt Kelly, the fucker has been harrasing you while you are trying to eat your lunch and waiting for your loving boyfriend, but Kurt can’t take “no” and “go fuck yourself” for an answer. “Leave that emo shit and come with me I can show you a good time.” Kurt said as he tried to grab you once again. “For the 100th time, no! I have a boyfriend who loves me and I don’t want your shrimp dick!” you growled as you swatted the perv’s hands away from you for the 6th time in 5 minutes. You were getting pissed, where is JD? What is taking him so fucking long? “You know you want my dick, don’t act like you don’t.” Kurt said with a wink, as looked away to avert any eye contact, you realized Kurt was fucking grabbing himself. You immediately felt nauseous.  Until you heard JD’s voice, “Fuck off Kurt she said no stop being a pervert and leave my girlfriend alone.” Kurt moved his mouth to protest until he saw the look on JD’s face. Kurt basically ran away, not wanting to have to deal with an angry JD. JD gave your head a kiss after he sat down. “You ok? Sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I got caught up with something.” JD explained, looking your body over to make sure Kurt didn’t hurt you. “I’m fine, just annoyed and disgusted.” you said leaning into JD. “I think I know a way for him to leave you alone.” JD whispered in your ear, “Oh yeah? And what would that be?” “Just wait till after school baby doll.”

School was finally out, you and JD were just hanging around his house. “Hey JD, what did you mean earlier?” you asked, you had an idea what he meant but you didn’t know exactly, knowing JD of course. JD smirked, JD’s lips met yours as he started a quite aggressive make out session. JD sat you up on the bed you two were sitting on and took off his belt and tied your hands to the bed posts. “JD fuck me” you whined “I will babe, don’t worry.” JD said. You felt him kiss and bite your neck, leaving dark hickeys. “Now everyone will know your mine, your all mine baby.” You moaned and wiggled under him, you felt so hot it felt like torture. “JD please touch me, I need it.” you said, you tried to grind your hips against JD but he was faster than you, he held your hips down as he bit your neck hard, drawing blood. You moaned and whined at the pain that shot pleasure right to your core. Finally JD lifted himself off of you and pulled down his black jeans and boxers, letting his cock spring up and hit his lower stomach. JD gave you a long, passionate kiss as he lined up at your entrance. You both gave a moan as he thrusted into you, fucking you nice and fast. “Oh JD!” you moaned out as he started to fuck into your g spot. “Kurt can’t fuck you like this can he baby? JD growled as he started to speed up. “No! Only you can JD!” you said, you were in heaven with all of the pleasure you were getting. JD’s thrusts started to get uneven and shaky. JD reached down and rubbed your clit you both started to get closer to an orgasm. “JD!” you yelled as your orgasm crashed through you, JD followed shortly after, filling you with his cum. The both of you just laid there trying to catch your breath , then you realized you were still tied to the bed. “Hey JD?” “Yeah babe?” “Can you untie me?” “Oh shit I forgot, sorry.” You laughed as JD untied you, Today was a good day, and maybe men should hit on you more often.

[letswatchthedominosfall]

Acotar and Heathers

I saw the simularities between some of the ACOTAR characters and the Heathers Movie and Musical versions of the characters so heres my findings

This is not friendly to the Inner Circle be warned

All ACOTAR art was made by Charlie Bowater

Veronica Sawyer as Feyre Archeron

Veronica used to be one the the uncool kids in school, she was friends with Martha, but when she became useful for the cool kids (Heathers), she dropped her old life and became a mean kids, despite this she falls in love with JD and he uses that and her growing resentment of Heather Chandler to make her an accomplice in his murders of the Chandler, Kurt and Ram. Feyre is like Veronica, as she has (as of ACOFAS and ACOSF) has basically rejected her past life as a human, we learn that the Night Court traditions of Solstace are very different from human traditions (unclear if they even celebrate the day) we learn this from her sisters. She also is being manipulated by Rhysand through the books into thinking he is a good character that can do no wrong, despite his actions to her and others. She loses herself in this role/mask as the books progress as Veronica loses herself and her past life when she rejects Martha as a friend before the climax of the musical. 

JD (James Dean) as Rhysand

JD is a manipulative and abusive character, he had a scummy dad who was a demolition man who is implied to be abusive towards JD’s mom and JD himself, he is dead by the time of the Musical/Movie. Rhysand is a character whose parents are dead and his father is implied to be abusive and he doesn’t want to become like his father just like JD. But both characters still fall down similar paths as their fathers with how manipulative they are towards their love interests, with JD manipulating Veronica to be an accomplice in his murder plot. And Rhysand manipulating Feyre to believe her sexual assault was for her own good and that he isn’t an evil person after he was acting as Amarantha’s guard dog and killing children (winter court children), and like he doesn’t have control over his court to enforce laws. 

Heather Chandler as Mor

She is the ringleader of the Heathers, she is bossy and the apex predator (mean girls reference whop) of Westerburg High School. She has a cold exterior and that persona doesn’t break through the whole musical/movie. Mor has a persona of herself, she acts like she cares for the women around but she benefits from the misogynistic system put in place by the men in the Night Court. On a side note but, Mor is a lesbian and Heather Chandler can be headcanonned as a lesbian. And red with red. 

Heather McNamara as Elain Archeron

One of the nicest Heathers but still doesn’t stop their antagonism, complacent, , she is still there supporting them from the side, but isn’t actively as mean as Duke or Chandler. Elain while being a human turned fey like Nesta, her trauma from the event shaped her differently from Nesta. Becoming more reserved and distant to everyone, but even before she was turned her parallels with McNamara are still there with her not helping around the house (yet people don’t despise her for that yet villainise Nesta), she uses her gardening skill to plant flowers and not food. She protects her peace and wellbeing, but that peace comes at the expense of others. While she is not actively antagonistic towards Nesta like the Inner Circle is she still helps them move Nesta’s belongings into the House of Wind, like how Heather McNamara isn’t a active bully but still a bully 

Heather Duke as Amren

One of the Heathers, she becomes a major antagonist once Chandler dies, taking over the red scrunchie, she suffers from Bulimia and was once friends with Martha when they were children. Amren is a century’s old monster who is trapped in a high fey body, she is a cold and calculating, she is constantly overlooked due to her appearance and characters can forget she is not like them, she is smarter than the other characters due to her age, Heather Duke in the movie is shown to be smarter than people's perceptions of her, shown to be reading during the croquet scene.

Martha Dunnstock as Nesta Archeron 

Martha Dunnstock is a shy character, she is the subject of much of the bullying from the popular characters, and is ignored by Veronica once she gains favour with the cool kids. She tries to take her own life by jumping off a bridge, she survives but her suicide attempt is treated as a attempt to fit in with the cool kids. Nesta is similar to Martha, not because of her life before becoming fey but how she is treated by the Inner Circle. She is belittled and antagonised by them for not healing enough, even though they are 500+ and still not over things from decades ago and Nesta is 20. Her depression is not treated seriously by the other characters, seeing it as something to fix, forcing her into situations she doesn’t want to be in (stuck in a house with a man she has actively said she doesn’t want to be around) and are actually dangerous to her mental and physical health (the hike). [a slight tangent - Once she loses her power and conforms with the Inner Circle she is accepted, but not completely she is still seen as something to control with her weapons/made items not seen as something that she can give away without the permission of the men around her]

Kurt Kelly as Cassian

Kurt Kelly is a jock bully character, he is the one who made up the oral sex rumour against Veronica. Kurt is not a smart character and tries to make himself seem more powerful. Cassian uses his body and manner to make himself more powerful. He has a complex over being a bastard and wants to feel more powerful, he corners Nesta and uses his abilities to force her to train and go on hikes well beyond her body’s capabilities when she is meant to be healing. He exerts his power over women to make him feel powerful just like Kurt in ‘Blue’ and ‘Your Welcome’. 

Ram Sweeney as Azriel

Ram Sweeney is a jock bully character, he is also dating Heather Mcnamara. Is a  brute character and is not very smart. Now we don’t know much about Azriel as a character, he doesn’t speak and we don’t have many POV chapters from him unlike Cassian who got a whole book. But I think he isn’t a very good spy, many characters who aren’t in the Night Court know of Azriel as Rhysands Spymaster, the story also implies that he is a spy and not just the ones who is organising them so he can’t be a good spy if everyone knows he is a spy. In his POV chapter, frankly the first time we see for the first time who he is as a character as most of his personality is fanon. In his bonus chapter we learn that he is very horny like Rhysand and Cassian, he is near Elain and can’t help but become horny and filled with lust, he has no thoughts other than fucking Elain, there is no real romance for him he just wants her for her body thinking he is owed her, three sisters for three brother (ok house targaryen). This entitlement is shown in Ram Sweeney during the song ‘Blue’ and ‘Your Welcome’.  

[mysterious-ocarina]

Paper Meadows

Peter Maximoff x reader (slight enemies to lovers)

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(2.2k words)

You've been at the mansion for a while now. your parents sent you away when your powers first showed up. You have Florakinesis which means you could grow and manipulate plants and flowers with just your mind. You thought your parents would be happy because your family owned a flower shop, but they considered it to be unnatural and sent you off to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

You met so many people who were mutants like you. You enjoyed meeting new people at the mansion because everyone was special in their own ways. You became a tour guide/mentor  and friendly face for when new students came in. The professor thought that your kind demeanor and your love for the school would make you perfect to help new kids navigate this new experience and home.

There was only one downside to living at the mansion. Peter Maximoff. The resident speedster of the house.

When you first moved to the mansion, he never bothered you. But soon you became friends with Jean and Jubilee and got into their friend group meeting Scott, Kurt, and eventually Peter. 

He seemed cool at first. You noticed you like the same music, he was very funny to be around, and he was charmingly cute. After a while, though, he seemed to take pleasure in your torment. 

It started slowly and snowballed. At first he would just speed past you, knocking your books out of your hands “accidently”. It then progressed to him teasing you all the time. Taking the last piece of food he doesn't even like just because it's your favorite at meal times. Talking to you in class when you're trying to pay attention. Stealing little things of yours until you found out and yelled at him to give it back. He always gave your stuff back once you asked for it.

He was never being particularly mean or rude. He was just very annoying and slightly inconveniencing you all the time. This didn't stop you from falling for him though, which only made everything even more annoying.

It was a beautiful day out so you were outside under a tree studying with Jean and Jubilee.

"What's happening over here?" a gust of wind said. You rolled your eyes as you lost the page you were reading.

"Attempting to study. Do you even know what that is?" you replied without looking up. Jean and Jubilee giggled at your remark. 

"I actually do. I study pretty frequently. I have to keep good grades to stay on the X-Men so I use my superspeed to get my studying done faster," Peter bragged rapidly.

Powers were a touchy subject because you hated yours. You felt like your powers weren’t useful like super-speed, telekinesis, or teleportation. There was a reason you weren’t a part of the X-Men.

You noticed Jean frown as she heard this thought. She stayed quiet though, because she knew of your insecurity in your mutant powers and how you didn’t like talking about it. You don't know if Peter knew about these insecurities but you hoped not because he would just use it against you. He already bragged about himself so much, you didn’t need him teasing you on top of that. 

"Well some of us can't use our powers to make our lives easier," you said before you got up and stormed off in the direction of the mansion.

You didn't mean to let that slip but it just bubbled out of you without thinking. Usually you kept your cool about that kind of stuff. Only Jean and Jubilee knew of these thoughts of yours. How could they not? They were your best friends and were always there to make you feel better when you were sad.

"Why is she mad? What did I say? She's never snapped at me like that," Peter asked the two girls, who were still sitting.

"She isn't the biggest fan of her powers," Jean supplied.

At the confused gaze of Peter, Jubilee clarified, "You can use your powers to do all kinds of stuff while she makes flowers. She doesn't think her powers are as useful as other's are. She’s very insecure about it."

"But I love her powers! They're so pretty," Peter replied. He had a lovesick look on his face that the girls often saw when Peter discussed you. "I'm going to go find her!"

At this, Jean jumped up, "That's not a good... and he's gone."

You made your way out back to the greenhouse. It never fails to help calm you down to be around the various plants and flowers there. There was a knock on the door and then it was pushed open. 

"I can hear your thoughts from the kitchen, y/n," the professor offered as a greeting, with a kind smile. He was always there when you felt bad about your powers. He always reminded you of how special each person at the mansion really is.

"Sorry Professor," you supplied kind of quietly. You didn't really feel like talking but you knew with the professor around, it wouldn't take long for you to open up. (ive always imagine charles as kind of fatherly and always giving the best advice)

"Do you know why I picked you to help new students?" he asked you.

You shrugged, " 'Cause I'm nice."

"When you came to the mansion, I always noticed how sweet you were to the little kids. Very motherly, if you ask me," he told you.

You never noticed that. You just knew that you often hung out with the little kids because you knew they didn't have much family and that kids deserve someone like that.

You would read to them, help them with their homework, or give them flowers when you saw them around the mansion. It made you happy to watch them brighten up. You smiled thinking about some of the kids you help.

"I picked you because you have no problem making everyone feel special. These new kids we bring in, they feel lost and alone. You help remind them that they are never alone at this mansion and that they deserved to be loved," he smiled at you.

You started to tear up at his kind words but you wiped them away, "Thanks professor, but what does that have to do with what I’m feeling right now?"

The professor smiled at your cluelessness, "If you think all those kids are special, then why don't you think you're special too?"

You simply stared, not knowing how to reply. He must have heard your thoughts, your gratitude, because he put his hand on your shoulder before wheeling out. 

You felt a bit better after that so you left the greenhouse and made your way to the kitchen. As you opened up a snack, a wind blew past you and stole your food out of your hands. Standing in front of you was a smiling Peter, eating your food.

"Leave me alone Peter. I'm not in the mood," you sighed, trying to reach for your snack. He just held it over your head and smiled.

"Why did you run off on me, doll?" he asked. The nickname made you blush but the question made you even more mad because there was no way you were going to discuss your insecurities with Peter. You weren't in the mood for his teasing. 

"Just leave me alone, Peter," you seethed, walking off towards your room.

Peter stood dumbfounded, not knowing how to get you to talk to him. He sulked all the way to the couch that all his friends were on.

"What's got you all sad?" Scott asked with a smile, thoroughly amused.

"Y/n refuses to talk to him," Jubilee teased. Peter only groaned.

"Just give her a little space today and try talking to her tomorrow," Jean offered, being able to hear Peter's inner turmoil.

"I need to do something to make her happy, get me on her good side," Peter exclaimed. He got on his knees in front of Jubilee, begging, "What's her favorite candy?"

"It's going to take a lot more than stolen candy to make her like you, Peter," Jean sighed. This wasn't the first time Peter has tried this. "You should do something creative and specific for her."

“Well what the hell do I do?” Peter asked. He’s never tried to really impress a girl so he was pretty clueless. “Something flower based would be romantic.”

“I hafe an idea, I can help you,” Kurt offered. So the group of friends got to work, helping Peter get in your good graces. (i have no clue how to write Kurt's accent lmaoo)

You woke up feeling better than the day before. Your insecurities about your powers weren't anything new, just some days including yesterday, felt worse than others. You just wanted to avoid Peter as much as possible today.

Jubilee found you in the hallway and you guys hung out for most of the day. Surprisingly, you didn't see Peter all day. You had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, he wasn't pissing you off. But on the other hand, you missed his contagious smile.

"Let's go watch a movie in your room, I rented a new VHS we can watch," Jubilee said. You were suspicious of her because she wasn't really the type to watch a lot of movies, but you thought nothing of it. Once you guys made it to your room, she stopped, "It's in my room I'll go get it, just make sure to set up your tv."

Once you opened the door to your room, a certain speedster was standing there.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned. You had a feeling that Jubilee wasn't going to be coming back and that there was no new VHS.

"Well I had help from our friends. Jean let me in while Jubilee distracted you so I could set up," he blushed.

"Set up what?" you asked him suspiciously. You were quite alarmed to have him in your room.

"Well, after I hurt your feelings, I wanted to make it up to you. It was Kurt’s idea to do this because I’m not creative at all. I’ve never tried to impress a pretty girl before. Did you know that Kurt is really good at origami? Also it turns out that I'm not good at it, at all. I spent all night trying to make them perfect," Peter rambled on.

"Peter," you cut him off, blushing when he called you pretty. "What are you talking about?"

He couldn't seem to speak so he simply moved out of the way and pointed to your bed.

On top of your dark green bed set, was an array of cute origami flowers. They ranged in size, color, and type. Some were more messy looking than others, but you could tell all of them were still made very carefully. There were even a couple of folded butterflies added to the mix. Your bed looked like a beautiful meadow. You could feel yourself starting to tear up at the kind gesture.

"You spent all night making these?" you questioned. You got closer so that you could look at all of them. There had to be at least 40 pieces.

“Yeah, I have the papercuts to prove it as well as a trash can filled with the ones that looked the worst,” he tried to joke. You could tell he was nervous of your reaction. “The girls explained that I made you feel bad about your powers so I wanted to show you how beautiful I actually think it is.”

“You think my powers are beautiful?” you questioned with a teary- eyed smile, looking back at him.

At this he stepped closer to you, nervously brushing a tear away, “Almost as beautiful as I think you are.”

Your face heated up so hot, you were sure Peter could feel it. You didn’t know how to thank him so you simply leaned close to his face. You heard Peter’s breath hitch so you leaned all the way in.

This was probably the best kiss you’ve ever had. It had fireworks bursting in you, butterflies scurrying around, but most importantly, it had flowers blooming all over the both of you and your room.

When you separated from the kiss, you guys just stared at each other smiling. “Thank you, Peter”

“Anything for you, ma fleur,” you blushed at the nickname, but giggled at his poorly done French accent. He smiled so bright at hearing you laugh, proud of himself.

You looked at your room, only just now noticing the mess of flowers and vines that you created, “Oh wow, I didn’t realize I did that.”

“I’m glad to have that effect on you,” Peter exclaimed, quite smug. You just laughed and punched his shoulder sofly. 

“You know, Speedy, you owe me so much for all the times you pissed me off to get my attention,” you smirked at him.

He just smiled with a lovestruck face and replied, “I can’t wait to make it up to you, forever.”

[yubellia]

Jason Dean (J.D. Heathers) Soulmate AU Headcanon

Yes, yes. Here i am again. Talking about this guy. What can i say? This lovable psycho is worth it. There is not enough like this here so i descided to write it myself. I continue the other project with him when i got more time ok? be patient with me. And sorry for any mistakes. Like i said before i am from germany and so i don't see all mistakes until it is too late.

This time i wanted to share some thoughts about the soulmate topic. No real story here. Just ideas. Enjoy!

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I believe that after everything that happened to him, J.d. would really want a soulmate. Like he would cling on to them.

I think he would want something stable. No, he NEEDS something stable.

I mean his dad moves with him all the time, he has no real reason to bother with names and faces, no friends....

talking about his dad..... that is not healthy either. Not at all.

As we all know, his mom...."left" but his dad means it was an accident. It was not. His wife had problems and moving around probably did not help.

So the idea that someone is waiting just for him? Perfect for him and not leavin? Damn Yes! Sign him up!

Here are a few ideas.

Imagine an AU were the universe introduces you to each other before meeting.

Like, you share knowledge. You wake up and suddenly you know new stuff about your soulmate. Stuff they like, stuff that is important to them. Or stuff that is important in their life and family....... Oh my.....

I mean one morning you wake up and know that his mom....you know? That would be messed up.

Or you suddenly know how to use a gun. Or how to take down a house and build a bomb.

I know that i would pray for my soulmate to just be a history/science nerd. (We all know that won't work no matter how hard we pray)

Now imagine you are a history nerd yourself and you are interested in.... i don't know.... old torture devices. And how to use them....

Not the kind of knowledge you wanna share with him.

It would even more convince him that you are made for each other.

Another idea: Imagine an AU were you have numbers on your wrist. Not a timer but how far you are away from each other. Something that tells you how close you are

I am sure he is already pissed every time his dad tells him that they move again.

Even more so with this.

But know imagine, (like in my last post) that you are from europe. Maybe germany like in my case.

And one day J.d. is done and does the math. Finding out that it does not matter where he goes in america would be a hard pill

Nothing that would stop him however, I am sure.

Let's be real here. We know how he got with Veronica. You better be ready for this whole soulmate thing because he is not leaving once he got you.

This is the last thing. Imagine an AU were you share scars and injuries. However you don't get it as bad as your soulmate.

That would be one more reason for him to have that gun on him.

And IF he gets hurt? (Kurt Ram?) Oh he will deal with them. After all, they did not just attack him.

(This gives me ideas for the heathers too. but maybe later)

The point is, nobody is allowed to lay a finger on you.

But at the same time he has his slushies.... that damn.....

But this is different because.... well..... once he found you, you share the pain. He gets you slushies and you give it all back. Thats ok. (No it isn't)

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So that is it for now. Like i said i continue the other soulmate stuff later. I promise. See ya!

[collectivecloseness]

When it comes to smut with kurt, everyone always writes something along the lines of " when you first made out with him he almost h̶e̶ t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ d̶i̶d̶ creamed his pants" but I've never seen anyone write a scenario about it. So Do you think he would actually cream his pants or what exactly do you think will happen

I’ve actually written this before!! In my fic “We Can Still Have Fun” which is on my ao3! I’ll have to upload them all to tumblr as well at some point.

In this fic he cums early from partly the kiss, but there had also been a lot leading up to it. I’ll paste a section of the fic here below, about this specific part, although definitely go check the full fic out for context! And for more smut in a similar direction of this ask, as a full 9k fic haha

Also, if you want another blurb written, specifically about Kurt just creaming his pants from a good make out session alone, literally pop it in my ask box and I’ll write about that too ;)

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His mouth was hung open dumbly, eyes hooded, until you put your panties right in his face. “You like sniffing women’s underwear huh? Like a dirty stalker?” Kurt sniffed in a teary way and you could tell the tears were just being held back, but he drank in the smell, eyes closed as he breathed in, rubbing his face against the cloth comfortingly like a blanket. “Only yours.”

You ripped his comforter out of his face, making him look at you and take in what he was admitting to. “You’re a really bad boy Kurt.” You hadn’t expected that to make the floodgates burst again, his face scrunching up before he began to cry properly now, but you could tell he absolutely lapped it up at the same time. “Stealing my used panties just to spill your tiny load into. How pathetic can you get?” He cried more, shaking his hair out his face as his fingers rubbed up and down the small section of your stomach daintily, innocently. “I bet you’d cum just from one touch of my hand on your dick.”

Kurt whimpered harder, hips gyrating into the bed, “P-please y/n... n-n-need you...” he begged needily, fingers itching at your stomach now, knees almost buckling under you.

You leant in closer to his face. “I don’t know if a dirty boy like you deserves to cum under me.”

He moaned harder.

“I’ll have to see if I want to use you or not, now I can’t touch myself through those panties anymore.”

Kurt whimpered, licking up his tears, his ass shifted more into the bed, he couldn’t stay still.

“Now you’ve dirtied them I can’t even touch them.” You scoffed. “But I guess I should touch you?” You asked sarcastically, but Kurt couldn’t answer, he was so under your spell.

With that you leaned forward and finally pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t a deep make out session in the slightest. But you slotted your warm lips in with his, noting how wet his mouth was. He breathed out hot needy pants into your own, once he remembered to breathe after you were initially just moving your lips against his. You slid your lower lip under his upper one in the short kiss when you felt something damp flop against you.

When you pulled back Kurt was full on sobbing, and you looked down to see his load all over his legs and stomach, and some on your jeans as well. His dick, while still somewhat half hard, had fallen back between both of your laps, and you looked up at him stunned. Both his hands were still on your torso, having not moved.

“I-I-“ he breathed in shakily “I’m sorry!” He sobbed, and you looked at him genuinely surprised. “I-! I didn’t mean to!” Kurt wailed hard, hiccuping on his breaths. You didn’t mean to either, not to make him cum yet, and he seemed to have found it just as unexpected as you.

He’d cum just from you kissing.

He was bawling pathetically by this point, and he was an ugly crier, snot dripped out his nose and his eyes were red, lips puffy and swollen, as he shook out more cries. You noticed his dick was still half hard though.

“It’s okay.” You finally said, a smile painting itself on your lips. “It’s alright Kurtie.” You stood up and Kurt’s hand trailed from your stomach, still reaching out as you left, looking up at you desperately, but you kept smiling at him, going over to his desk where a box of tissues was, and wiping at his nose first. You gave him the tissue once you’d dabbed a little, “Blow” you encouraged, watching him clean up his face even as he still sobbed quietly some, only stopping as he noticed you’d gone straight from handing him a tissue, to cleaning up the mess he’d left on your, and then his leg. He’d stopped crying completely by the time he watched you gently move a new tissue down his stomach, cleaning him off. You left his dick as it was though.

Even as he was crying it’d only gotten fully erect again, he probably liked some if not all of this.

“It’s perfectly okay beautiful boy.” You praised and reassured him, gently leading a hand to his cheek as he’d so wanted before. And he gratefully took it, burying his cheek into your palm with a soft moan, relaxing more, which meant his hips had started thrusting into the air again, as you gently stroked his soft skin. “I think it’s hot you came without being touched. Just by me kissing you.”

His moan was less soft this time. His hand finding purchase on your stomach yet again, but this time gaining a little more confidence, his thumb and forefinger needily pulling at the hem of your shirt.

“Don’t worry” you got him to look at you with that, and he licked his salty lips with anticipation “we can still have fun.”

With that, you shoved his chest down, making him lie flat on his back as you crawled closer, smirking. “Think I can kiss you again without creaming yourself Kunkle?”

Kurt licked his lips for a different reason this time, nodding fervently as you kissed him again. He was sloppy, very over eager, you weren’t actually sure if he’d ever kissed someone before, but it was cute. He jammed his tongue down your throat, moaning loudly as he excitedly tried to explore your mouth. It even went outwards a little, licking at your chin as he tried to touch you with his mouth as much as he could. You settled him a little by sucking on his tongue, making him slow down, even as you could feel your cheeks getting wet from how big he was trying to make the kiss.

You pulled back, a trail of spit connecting your two lips that was definitely mostly from him, as you felt his hand tugging more desperately at your shirt. “Pl-please can you take it off?” He whined.

[nerd-at-sea5]

alright this is pt 2 to 'i spent my teens in rage, spiralin' in silence' AKA the long ass yellowjackets fic i'm writing AKA the sam fender fic

pt 1 is here, pt 3 is here, ao3 link here

and uh yeah. lets go pt 2

also, during any wilderness scene this takes place in-between s1e7 and s1e10, laura lee is alive, taivan came out slightly earlier (during/around the wolf attack)

it feels weird, she thinks, to be this focused on a girl when one of the greatest albums in nat's collection is playing-and for once, for once-no one on the team is complaining.

but natalie's sitting in one of taissa's chairs, nirvana's 'bleach' halfway over from her record player-and nat can barley focus on the lyrics.

they don't need to, they know it by heart, but there's something about the way lottie's lips move to the lyrics of 'paper cuts' that make nat's stomach feel fuzzy.

van flops down next to-practically on top of her, and after one glance at their pink cheeks, nat twists around to see taissa walking out of the hallway that leads to the bathroom. she smirks at van, raising an eyebrow, how'd that go? and gets a smile and a thumbs up in response, pretty damn good.

'and they cock and-' "WOAH."

natalie's jolted out of her wordless conversation with van, as well as their increasingly more concerning lottie thoughts (now that's she's taken the time to unpack with van and realized what they actually mean) by laura lee's shocked yell, quickly scrambling to stop the record.

"laura lee, the fuck?"

"that's not-i don't get-why would that be in a song?" her face is getting redder by the second, and nat feels a small twinge of remorse, "kurt cobain-"

"it's actually an abuse metaphor," lottie interjects, and natalie's jaw almost hits the floor. the taller girl’s words are soft, her hand resting on laura lee’s knee to calm them, and nat feels a pang of jealousy. “the lyrics before 'the lady whom i feel maternal love for / cannot look me in the eyes / but i see hers and they are blue' is about how the mom who's abusing her kid can't look him in the face, but the kid can-"

"and the kid sees her true self." natalie interjects, and lottie gives her a soft smile that sends a jolt down their throat, her brown eyes flickering in the light of the lighter van is playing with-who snorts and lets nat continue. "and that true self is a monster."

she twists their hands in her lap, laura lee's eyes flicking around while she processes it, maybe they shouldn't have jumped in to explain those lyrics. van notices, and a hand closes around natalie's as tai turns to lottie, "how do you know that?"

the other girl shrugs, "i knew nat liked them, i figured it'd be a fun thing to check out and research."

the fuzzy feeling returns, racing to nat's heart as she spots a little blush on lottie's cheeks.

"i...thanks, lot."

van audibly groans, "alright, um...nat can you grab me some water, dude?”

"why the fu-oh. yeah, anyone else want some?"

laura lee holds out her cup, “me please.” while lottie raises a hand, "i'll go with you?"

natalie nods as van shoves her out of the chair, flashing a thankful look at the redhead, whos already moved on to show laura lee how to make a paper airplane out of taissa's homework.

the two end up in tai's kitchen, and when nat remembers that van loves chewing on ice in their water, lottie offers to hold open the freezer door while nat grabs some.

they do so, thankful for the burst of cold air that can be used to excuse the pink tinge on her cheeks.

it's only when natalie straightens, turning around and placing the glass on the counter next to them-she realizes that with lottie's arm stretched to prop open the door, when they turn, natlie is not only standing semi-inside the freezer-she's also chest-to-chest with lottie, who clearly wasn't expecting being this close either, and who is looking down at nat with those goddamn brown eyes.

"i-sorry, i can move-" lottie reaches to pull her arm back, and without thinking, natalie's hand lands on top of her wrist, holding it in place on the door, they can feel lottie's pulse racing-mimicking the quick thudding in nat's chest.

"....don't."

they've somehow ended up even closer now, and it's a single look; lottie's already been looking slightly down at nat-but now, her eyes drop impossibly lower for a split second-right to her lips, and directly back up to their face.

it's the 'go ahead' that she needs.

nat's hand leaves her wrist, moving to grab and pull lottie by the collar of her blue flannel while lottie's hand simultaneously cups the back of natalie's head, pulling her up ever so slightly.

it feels so different from all other kisses they've had, from all the boys when they were drunk or high or both, the boys who she'd kiss so she could ignore who she really wanted to kiss, all the times when they've been fully in control.

lottie doesn't feel like she's kissing natalie to do anything else. not to go any further or to get something out of it. it feels like she's kissing nat simply to feel their lips pressed against hers. it's a breath of fresh air-a joyous laugh in the face of everyone who made nat think you had to go further.

lottie isn't kissing natalie to go further. natalie's never wanted to go further. lottie is kissing natalie's just to kiss her.

and natalie's heart is cheering.

there's no control, everything is sliding in their brain, landing perfectly in it's place-it feels so, so right.

lottie tastes like strawberries and chocolate and for some reason natalie loves it. she wants to bottle it up and drink it when they're having a shit day, or just hold in this moment and never let go.

she feels like she's on the step to the edge of the diving board, right before you jump in, the first breathe of summer air when the school bell rings, the way biting into buttered challah feels.

there's a glowing heat spreading to their chest, their lips, their fingertips as lottie's other hand rests on her hip, she's leaning forward and natalie steps back, intending to let her back hit whatever wall was behind them-forgetting it's an open fridge-and nearly headbutts the pickle jar.

they break apart, and for one terrifying moment, natalie thinks lottie's going to run, back upstairs, back, back and away from her.

but insted, lottie smiles, tracing her hand down nat's arm and intertwining their fingers together.

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natalie really thought that after seeing coach's crushed leg, maggots inside a deer, her girlfriends possession and her dad's half missing head every night in their dreams for the past few weeks-nothing gory related could shake her much any more.

clearly, based on how the moment tai's legs gave out and van crumbled in front of them, natalie caught one look at the soaked blood through the clothes on van's face, down their side, down taissa's side and froze-they were very wrong.

she could hear everyone else screaming around her, maibly coach ben’s voice-trying to give off some futile attempt to show authority-but everything tunneled down to van's hand, gripping nat's leg like a lifeline, and the repeated tapping becoming more and more urgent until-

'hug?' morse code.

"yes. yeah, god fuck. van-" natalie wraps her arms around van from the non-injured side, tai still holding tightly onto van's hand.

a vivid memory of both van and nat flinching away from needles during the flu shots given, van bursting into tears only seconds after natalie, comes surging back as nat watches akilah angles the needle to van's cheek, taissa’s fear stricken face, gently rubbing van’s forehead, nat feels van's legs shaking.

nat can barley even watch without feeling her whole body go into panic mode, instead forcing themself to look at laura lee's soft hands holding down van's arm, a carefully crafted mask over the blonde girl's face, whispering silent prayers. she nods at nat, then at akilah. coach ben is at van's head, terror clear as day in his eyes, “carful. please.”

nat holds down van's legs while holding back tears. why van? why happy, funny, kind van? why her best friend? the sudden stillness of van's movements letting nat know that they've passed out does nothing to ease her anxiety, in fact it might make it worse.

she refuses to leave, mirroring tai as the two sit and silently watch over van's sleeping figure. it's only when shauna and lottie come in, shauna sitting next to tai and slowly coaxing her out of the room (not without many protests on tai's part, and one minor attempt from ben-that does not work) and to sleep for the first time in what nat thinks is around 36 hours.

"if you're going to tell me to sleep-"

"never."

lottie's voice is calm and caring, as she takes tai's former seat, gently taking natalie's hand, breaking the grip that the blond had been holding her other wrist in, leaving small, crescent shaped marks.

lottie ran her fingers over nat's hand, tracing the lines and keeping it in place when nat subconsciously jerks back to indenting their own skin.

nat dosen't realize she's begun to cry until lottie's hand cups their head as they fall into her, shaking silently.

something about lottie and holding her head always made nat feel safe. maybe it was the way lottie's hands were always soft, despite the manual labor they'd been in for the past weeks, or maybe it was because she always held nat close and tight. maybe it was that natalie could just exist around lottie, she didn't have to say anything or do anything, just existing was good enough.

the brunette said nothing, just held natalie as close as possible, that same soft, caring way she always did, gently running her hand through their hair.

"they'll be alright."

"what if they're not, lot? what if they'll never be alright? what if-"

"nat." lottie interrupts before natalie can send herself into a spiral, "breathe, baby. ok? can you do that for me?" nat shakes her head, worse case scenarios popping up each time they try to inhale, fists clenched tightly in their lap.

they feel their body move, vaguely aware of her back pressed to lottie's front, lottie's hands worming their way into nat's fists.

lottie's good at this, diffusing natalie's anxiety-not as good as van, she thinks as a fresh wave of anxiety hits.

they don't know how long they sit there, but natalie can feel their breathing go back to normal, can feel lottie press a soft kiss to her temple, "feeling better?" "mhm."

van whimpers, lottie and nat instantly on their feet as van's face twitches.

lottie squeezes nat's hand, another soft smile that has natalie feeling warmer even after lottie's hand leaves, quickly leaving the room to go retrieve taissa.

"nat?"

van gets an answer, non-verbal, but physical, with natalie throwing herself onto van (avoiding all of the wounds) and squeezes them so tight she can feel her own arms straining, "if you ever" nat manages to breathe out, "scare me like that again and i swear on laura lee's bible i will fucking kill you."

van's chest shakes slightly, they wince, slowly forming words, "good to know you love me."

"so fucking much."

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only jackie taylor would find a way to have a team bonding moment while trapped in the middle of nowhere.

travis, javi and coach are off having a ‘boys night’ or whatever the fuck that means (lottie thinks they just wanted some alone time) so all the team members are outside around the shitty fire they managed to make with a lot of swearing, minor shoving, and nat’s lighter.

in all honesty, lottie didn’t even want to be here. it’s been getting harder and harder to block out the thoughts that aren’t in her own voice, or to not flinch when she looks at one of her friends and spots a bug on their face. it always starts small.

she’s been falling back in on herself, regressing to behaviors she hasn’t shown since middle school. laura lee notices, laura lee was there when she freaked out in seventh grade, laura lee was there when she got diagnosed, laura lee’s always been there, she always knows.

nat notices, but natalie dosent know, lottie doesn’t want them to know. she’s heard natalie waking up every night, breathe tight and fast, whispers of dead men who haunt them when they’re asleep and even more when they’re awake. natalie dosent need to know. she won’t, if lottie can do anything about it.

lottie smiles to herself at the sight of natalie's face, pushing back her mind and focusing on the shorter girl.

mouth slightly open, pulled into a slight smirk at the left side, brow furrowed with one eyebrow raised, freckles across her nose shining out bright as day in the firelight, she's scoffing at jackie, van snorting next to her, a tight lipped smile doing little to hide the humor on their face while tai watches, a lovesick expression clear as day on her face.

jackie's expression doesn't shift, and laura lee flashes lottie a look from across the circle, "what about never have i ever?"

natalie looks down, mindlessly drawing in the dirt with her fingers, shrugs, "what the hell else are we gonna do?"

"i can recite-"

"van, dude, babe, sweetheart, love of my love-i love you, i truly do, but if you recite the plot of 'dead poets society' again i do not think laura lee will recover from her tears."

"it's really sad, ok?!"

lottie grins again, "ok, next time how about 'heathers'?” van flashes her a grin and a thumbs up as they slump against taissa, the latter kissing them on the forehead as they do, “but for now, we don't need to drink, just hold up five fin-ok we all know how to play."

nat knocks her elbow into lottie, only to drum on her sleeves with her fingers while rolling their eyes at the taller-but it's accompanied with the same smile that lottie only ever sees aimed at her.

mari goes first, 'never have i ever thrown up in school', lottie's finger goes down-a side effect of the first meds her parents tried, so does van's-that one time their mom made them go to school with the flu, and right after seeing van vomit at practice-yep, there goes shauna.

gen next, 'never have i ever gone surfing' where, to lottie's surprise, taissa and melissa are the only ones to put a finger down.

it goes like that for a bit, natalie and lottie both go out for being high at school, jackie for accidentally hitting someone's mailbox more than once in the same car (lottie had to question laura lee's specificities), lottie goes out again with taissa, jackie and shauna for traveling out of the country before, and then it's misty's turn.

"uh..never have i ever had my first kiss?"

van snickers, but around the circle-jackie, shauna, nat, tai, van, lottie, akilah, and laura lee's fingers all go down.

taissa's eyebrows shoot up and lottie can almost predict what she's going to say before she does, "wait-laura lee, who did you kiss?"

the blonde grins shyly, "that wasn't the question."

jackie holds up her hand to laura lee, "nicely done, laura lee."

nat leans forward "ill give you a really cool lookin' pine cone if you tell me." but shauna interrupts before laura lee can respond, “we could go in a circle and say who our first kiss was?"

no one opposes, so she glances at jackie before at the rest of the group, lottie can see most people look calm, jackie looks slightly more on edge, but she's hiding it well.

"so..who's first?"

out of the corner of her eye, lottie sees van and nat glance at each other, then burst out laughing, through gasps of air, they each choke out the others name.

"what?!" taissa's starring at van in shock, and lottie can only imagine that her face holds the same expression as she looks at natalie.

van holds up their hands, giggling at jackie's startled expression and misty's wide eyes, "look. look-we were like 14, and-"

"it was so fuckin’ bad."

"nat!"

"i'm not sorry! it was, it was like kissing your sibling! hated it."

van pauses for a moment, composing themself,"yeah i hated it as well."

lottie sighs, scooting closer to nat, "jealous?" the blonde whispers at her, slight anxiety coating her words, lottie shakes her head, "i think it's funny." nat nods slowly, smiling up at her "ok, thanks."

van giggles, "hey, i mean-remember that spin-the-bottle a while ago when tai and nat kissed?"

taissa scoots away, van almost falling over, "dude!" "i thought we agreed never to mention that."

the four of them laugh again, and misty raises her hand, "wait-ok. who did laura lee kiss, and...how many people here have kissed natalie?"

laura lee catches lottie's eye from across the circle, tilting her head to the side, a silent 'is it ok?'. lottie nods.

"i kissed lottie."

"i beg your fucking pardon?" nat is staring at lottie with the same face she was just staring at them with.

"LOTTIE?!" jackie's mouth is hanging open so wide that shauna lifts up her hand to put jackie's chin back.

"hey! welcome to the gays, man." van is grinning madly when they say it, a double thumbs up in laura lee's direction.

shauna turns to face lottie, who can feel herself going red from how hard she's trying to hold back her laugher, "i was trying to figure out if i liked girls.....what are friends for?"

laura lee giggles, "it was a fun experience, it's not like it was anything bad."

mari shrugs, "i feel a little slighted by the fact that you've kissed someone before me, but going back to the other one-nat. how many team members have you kissed?"

lottie turns to natalie, who glances up at her with a sly grin, "van and tai we've already covered, lottie, shauna-that time at a temple trip on a dare, and ja-"

"it didn't count."

shauna's head snaps to jackie so fast that for a split second lottie thinks she whiplashed herself. "you've kissed natalie?!"

"it didn't count!" jackie repeats, "my first kiss was jeff. besides it wasn't even a real kiss, i'm not a lesbo, anyway."

instinctivly, lottie's hand gripped nat's, who's had already curled into a fist, laura lee and tai had both flinched slightly, while van was glaring daggers at jackie, “what the fuck, man?” -shauna looked hurt.

lottie watched natalie's gaze harden, "yeah, didn't seem to count-what with you pushing me into the locker and-"

jackie lunged forward, clapping a hand over natalie's mouth, knocking them flat on their back while jealously lottie didn't know she possessed spread out through her stomach.

"shut the fuck up." jackie nearly growled, she removed her hand from natalie's mouth, only for the blonde to flash a wicked smirk, "make me."

there was more venom packing the words than any other time lottie had heard nat speak them, and yet while jackie's face flushed red, lottie felt the urge to shove jackie off nat and kiss the latter seneless.

she caught nat's eye, the blonde flashing her a familiar look, 'i can stop if you want.' but as much as she was tempted to nod, some part of lottie enjoyed what she was watching. she shook her head, and natalie grinned.

"what's your problem anyway, taylor? i never said you were gay."

"i'm not!"

van's laugh was stifled by tai's elbow-but she was also giggling.

nat's grin only grew, "then how'd you like to stop straddling me, 'cause this looks pretty fuckin' gay to me."

"i wouldn't know if it was gay or not. i'm not gay." but she still flew off natalie like they were suddenly on fire.

now lottie was trying to refrain from giggling, even shauna-who had looked a little like a kicked puppy up to this point-had shaking shoulders and a hand over her mouth. laura lee looked as if she was about to cover her eyes, but also didn’t seem to want to stop watching.

jackie, on the other hand, was bright red and a mix of angry and embarrassed, "seriously just fuck off, scatorccio-i'm not a fucking dyke, i don't like any of that shit."

van flew to their knees before lottie even had a chance to react, "jackie taylor i swear to fucking god-" but the combined hands of taissa and natalie-both of whom looked like they were about to slap jackie to hell and back, pulled van back down.

looking back on it, it was not the smartest choice, or even the best-and god knows lottie could have come up with a better line-but she thought it was clever in the moment, and so with a glance at natalie, then to jackie, "well, maybe your not watching the right shit, here-let me help with that.”

and with that, she pulled natalie back up to their feet and kissed them as hard as they could.

she could feel natalie's hands digging into her t-shirt, always moving, the warmth radiating off of them, and when nat leaned back into a tree, pulling lottie with her, lottie couldn't help but smile into the kiss, nat grinning right back at her.

they broke apart at van's wolf whistle, that was quickly shut off by laura lee's stage whisper of 'van! let them have their moment!'

later that night, curled up under blankets, listening to mari and gen's soft snoring, lottie pulled natalie closer to her.

the blonde was already half asleep, so lottie faced no sarcastic, half-assed protests that would only really lead to nat cuddling closer like she did every night. she only felt the rhythmic rise and fall of nat's chest and their hands wound tightly in lottie's shirt.

"hey nat?"

"hm?"

"i love you."

nat's eyes shot open, bright blue in the moonlight, staring directly into lottie's.

"......"

"you don't have to say it back-"

"do you really mean that?"

it was only her tone that made lottie hesitate. for the first time that night-even after jackie's comments, they understood but it was still out of line, even after it all-this was the first time natalie's voice was anything aside from sure of themself.

to lottie, they sounded scared, terrified that she didn't mean it and that it would all go up in flames.

lottie didn't want to hear that tone from natalie ever again, not if she could help it.

"yeah. yes. of course i do."

relief washed over the blonde, and lottie felt herself smile, grinning like she was in a cheesy romcom.

"i love you, lottie."

[asksam]

Yeah! Last Friday night I wasn't me. I was a still life trapped in eternity. I was the focal point; out of focus, out of ink.

Oh no. Sam perked up like a golden retriever, his blond head peeking over the refrigerator door and toward the sound of the loud howling amplified voice. No way, how did he…��

And I've been wandering nightly through the garden of your heartache, always making a mess, always stumbling out the door. But I don't wanna be an asshole anymore. Baby, baby I'll be good to you.

He quickly closed the door to the fridge and headed toward the living room. For the first time tonight, he’s not polite about shouldering his way through the crowd of party goers. He knew that voice, but he’s not sure why it was here and now in this context. He knew the other was here of course, knew he had immediately started drinking once he was in the door, but they’d been watching him, making sure he didn’t do something stupid. Something like this. Sam entered the living room and straight away saw his roommate across the room absolutely growling into a microphone.

All I ever wanted was to make things right. The years of idleness and spite have pushed my emotions off a bridge, after taking them hostage with a shotgun.

Unlike when he rapped or tried to sing though, it was good. Really good. Sam scanned the room, the crowd loving the performance, maybe a little too much. He was definitely going to owe Puck and Jacob some money if the mosh pit forming started to trash the house like some punk show. He ended up meeting Kurt’s eyes over the group and he mouthed, what the fuck? But his other roommate looked just as shocked by Brett’s voice, so full of rage and pain. It was a guttural, raspy thing that belonged on stages of dive bars. Huh. Maybe Brett had only needed to find his niche.

You're the only lover that I ever missed, ever been hopelessly in love with. Look at this tangle of thorns. I don't wanna be an asshole anymore.

But quickly, the surprise wore off and was replaced with a concerned horror when Brett was lifted onto the hands of a couple of jocks, crowd surfing and once they started to throw him into the air, Sam was moving closer. “Nope, no!” He called out, instantly taking Brett from the intoxicated, overhyped jocks. He had him over his shoulder in an instant and was about to head toward the front door when he saw Kitty also about to be lifted into the air. “Nope,” he yelled, using the momentum to get her over his other shoulder instead. With both Brett and Kitty thrown on top of his shoulders, he headed toward the front door over the sound of the others hollering and whistling. Thankfully Kurt was there to help open the doors and make sure they got in Sam’s truck alright. “I’ll see you back at the house later. Try to enjoy the rest of the party, I got them. Can you make sure Blaine makes it out alright?”

He still sent his best friend a text with an apology then climbed in the driver’s seat. He was careful driving home, never so thankful to be a DD before. Sam took them one at a time into the house, gentle as he laid Brett in bed then debating a minute before carrying Kitty to his bedroom. She’d fallen asleep on the drive here and he gathered some clothes before trying to carefully nudge Kitty awake. “Hey, Kitty. You think you can change for me? I’m going to check on Brett. Just change and open the door, okay? Then you can get back to sleep.” He left her to it and went to go check on Brett, pausing at the other’s bedroom threshold when he didn’t see him in the bed where he’d left him. “Shit… Brett!” He searched the house and only hesitated a little when he saw the light in the hallway bathroom on. Sam twisted the handle and walked in, but he was still too late. Taking in the sight of Brett with a pair of scissors, more than half of his hair scattered around in roughly cut clumps. Needless to say, it was a night.

It took almost another two hours before the blond was able to finally go back to his room, sighing in relief when he saw that at least the Cheerio was where he left her. He would never admit that just maybe his heart did a little thump when he saw her dressed in his clothes, tucked into his bed. Sam let the extra blankets and pillows he’d gotten from the hallway closet fall and set up a makeshift bed on the floor. In minutes, he was out like a light, knowing his internal clock would still wake him up soon so he could make breakfast for his surprise guest.

[lilyvandersteen]

Home Away From Home Chapter 1: The Hotel From Hell

Chapter summary:

This chapter is from Kurt's point of view. He's an inspector in this story, and we get some insight as to how that's become his profession. And of course, he likes Blaine at once, but doesn't want to show it because that wouldn't be professional, now would it? 

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage!

You can also read this story on AO3.

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Chapter 1: The Hotel from Hell

Kurt wished the manager of the hotel he’d just inspected a good afternoon and promised he’d send her his report and recommendations as soon as possible.

She smiled and thanked him and his colleague Artie.

Artie smiled back. Kurt didn’t.

This hotel had passed their inspection with flying colours, yes, and the manager had been nothing but courteous and accommodating, true, but Kurt still liked to keep his distance. He felt like his function demanded that.

Kurt helped Artie into the van and secured the wheelchair.

“These guys really did their homework, huh?” Artie said. “Nice for a change, not having to lay down the law, because they’re already doing everything they should even without us having to point out this or that during our inspection. Very nice hotel, too. I liked it. Things are going well today. Let’s keep that going.”

Kurt, who was now checking their schedule for the day, groaned.

“Stomach ache?” Artie inquired. “I got antacids here somewhere, hang on.”

But before Artie could dig up the medicine, Kurt shoved the schedule under his nose. “Look where we’re heading next!”

“Lima, Ohio? Ugh, no… Is that…?”

“Yep, the final inspection at the hotel from hell. With that rude guy who seems to think it’s perfectly okay to take money from guests for beds that break their backs, food that might make them ill…”

“And who treats me like I’m subhuman because I use a wheelchair,” Artie added grimly.

“We’re not granting him any more time to fix stuff,” Kurt said. “Last time, he hadn’t done ANYTHING on the very long list of issues he had to deal with. And he just laughed in our face about it. I can’t fathom why our boss gave him another two months’ time.”

Artie shrugged. “Smythe’s father forced the issue. Told Rick in no uncertain terms that he and everyone who worked for him would be replaced if we made trouble for his son.”

Kurt’s eyes narrowed. “So that’s the way it is, is it? Well, that smirky meerkat isn’t the only one with an influential father. I’m going to close down that hotel today, and you will back me up, and if Smythe Jr. so much as dares to breathe in my direction, I’ll sic my father the senator onto him.”

They drove to Lima in silence, each of them lost in thought.

Kurt spent the drive thinking about his father. At sixteen, he’d almost lost his father to a heart attack. Then, Burt had been diagnosed with cancer and had spent years battling it.

After Kurt had graduated high school, he’d chosen to study at Ohio State so he could stay close by.

Yes, Burt had remarried in the meantime, and yes, Carole looked after him well, but Kurt hadn’t wanted to risk moving so far away he wouldn’t be able to make it to the hospital in time if Burt had another episode.

Luckily, Burt’s health improved, and soon, Kurt was happy to be nearby for another reason: Burt ran for office and ended up becoming a senator for Ohio, a feat he’d only managed because his son had run a very successful social media campaign for him.

Through Burt, Kurt scored a government job for himself and his high school friend Artie. Inspecting hotels was not what he’d ever imagined himself doing, but unlike fashion design or acting, it was a steady job with good benefits, which was rare and valuable in this Rust Belt town.

It wasn’t easy work, though. So many hotel managers shrugged off Kurt’s safety concerns and did anything to cut costs, frustrating Kurt no end. There were those, too, that became aggressive when Kurt took away their hotel license, threatening him and sometimes even assaulting him.

Thank heavens Kurt was fit, young and well-versed in self-defence. That had always saved him so far. He couldn’t imagine doing this job until he was in his sixties, though.

When they arrived in Lima, the first thing Kurt noticed when he drove onto the hotel’s parking lot was a van that had mice and cockroaches and other unsavoury beasts depicted on it, and the promise to get rid of that vermin for you, with a phone number under it in big red numbers.

Was it possible that Smythe had turned over a new leaf?

Ugh. Too little, too late, anyway. This hotel would not stay in business one day longer, if Kurt had anything to say about it. And fortunately, he did.

Kurt helped Artie out of the back of the van, and together, they headed towards the hotel.

“Still no ramp,” Artie remarked.

He’d spoken too soon, though. A guy from the hotel staff spotted them, called for two others, and they quickly brought a few sturdy planks Artie could use to get inside.

“Thanks,” Artie said, “though you guys need a permanent ramp here.”

“Working on it, sir,” said the staff member who’d first spotted him, shooting the both of them a brilliant smile. “This is just a temporary measure. The ramp has been ordered and should arrive tomorrow. Do you have a reservation?”

Hmm, never heard anything like that before when I came here… Smythe finally got serious about this, did he? Well, he’s too late, and I’ll tell him so. Too bad for his new employee, though. Polite, welcoming and with a can-do attitude – yes, it’s a pity, all right. I’ll see if I can find another job for him in a hotel nearby. Put in a good word for him.

He couldn’t help but notice that the employee was classically handsome and totally his type. Plus, he’d caught a glimpse of the guy’s ass while he was arranging the temporary ramp for Artie. Delectable! So if the guy was thankful for Kurt’s help finding him a new job, one thing could come from another…

Kurt smothered that line of thought before it caused problems in his pants, and firmly reminded himself to stay professional at all times.

Out loud, Kurt announced that he wasn’t a guest. “I’m Inspector Hummel, and this is Inspector Abrams. My colleague and I are hotel inspectors, and we are here to see Mr. Smythe.”

The staff member’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Clearly, he had not been informed of their scheduled inspection.

He rallied fast, though, plastering a smile on his face again. “My name is Blaine Anderson, pleased to meet you. You were looking for Mr. Smythe? I’m afraid he no longer owns this hotel. It belongs to my brother now.”

“Yes, we’re here for the final inspection that will decide whether or not this hotel keeps its licence…” Kurt started to say, and then it sank in. “What did you say? The hotel has changed owners? When exactly? And why weren’t we informed of this?”

Anderson managed to keep his smile on. “The sale has only just happened, that’s probably why. My brother bought this property last week, and sent me here to oversee the renovations.”

“Our department should have been informed straight away!” Kurt snapped at him. “By filling in a form on our website, it’s easy as pie. Ugh, why am I even bothering to explain… I’ll fill in the form myself. Identification please. And I’m going to need the ownership documents too.”

Anderson rushed off to get the documents, while Kurt took his laptop out of his briefcase, logged in on the website and found the right form to fill in.

“Artie?” said a female voice behind Kurt.

Both Kurt and Artie turned around.

“Tina!”

Artie sounded glad to see the woman. There was something familiar about her. Where did Kurt know her from?

“Good to see you! It’s been ages – I haven’t seen you since high school!” Artie said to Tina. “How have you been?”

Oh, right. Now Kurt remembered. Tina hadn’t been in the AV club with Artie and Kurt, but she’d dated Artie for almost a whole school year. Then she’d hooked up with someone else during a summer camp, and Artie had been history. He’d been quite broken up about it.

“What are you doing here?�� was Artie’s follow-up question, and when Tina told him she was here to help with the renovations, Kurt knew straight away what Artie would say.

And yes, Artie proved just as predictable as Kurt had feared.

“Well, seeing as you’ve only just started renovating, it doesn’t seem fair to inspect the hotel right this minute. Let’s give you some more time to fix all the issues of the place. Maybe…”

“Artie!” Kurt interrupted his colleague. “A word, please.”

He gestured for Artie to come and confer with him.

Artie rolled his eyes, but steered his wheelchair in Kurt’s direction.

“What?”

He sounded belligerent. It looked like it wouldn’t be easy to swerve Artie from his position.

Internally, Kurt groaned, cursing Artie’s love for pretty girls and the stupid decisions he made because of it.

“Artie, you know this hotel should have been closed down months ago! There are so many things wrong here. We can’t in good conscience let this establishment continue to have paying guests when that puts them in danger. And it does, you know it. There’s vermin, the electricity is faulty, it’s actually dangerous for people’s health and safety to spend the night here. We simply can’t let that continue. We CAN’T.”

“The vermin is being seen to at the moment,” Anderson told them, panting a bit from running so hard, and handing Kurt his driver’s licence for identification as well as the ownership documents. “We called in a pest control firm, and they’re dealing with the problem right this minute. The electrician has made his rounds earlier this week, and will start fixing things next Monday. We’ve had a plumber come and look at the place too, but his schedule was too full to start on the repairs right away. Those are scheduled for next month.”

While Anderson explained what his team had been doing so far, Kurt quickly filled in the online form to notify his department of the change of ownership and submitted it.

“Well, there you go! It’s not fair to punish the new owners for everything Smythe did wrong,” Artie argued. “They mean to set things right. They’ve already gotten started, this guy says so – sorry, didn’t catch your name…”

Anderson smiled at Artie, and introduced himself again as Blaine Anderson, brother of Cooper Anderson, the new owner. He shook Artie’s hand, and offered his hand for Kurt to shake it as well, but Kurt just glared at him, displeased with how easily Artie let himself be swayed.

Anderson’s smile faltered, and all at once, he looked less cocksure and very, very young.

“Remember everything Smythe promised us?” Kurt reminded Artie. “Nothing ever came of it.”

He turned to Anderson. “Excuse me for being sceptical, but you seem like another Richie Rich with a silver tongue whose only experience with renovating is playing Homescapes on his cell phone. Why would I believe a word you say? I’m not falling for that again. Trust fund babies like you need to learn that hotels are not playthings. That the guests staying here matter, and deserve a decent place to stay. That there are rules and regulations, and that hotel managers have to toe the line or they’ll lose their licence.”

Anderson’s brow knit, but before he could say a word, Tina came to his aid.

“Blaine is NOTHING like that smarmy Smythe,” Tina yelled at Kurt. “When he says he will do something, he will.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Kurt said, his voice barely louder than a whisper, but cold as ice.

He turned back to Artie. “We’ve been here twice, to inspect this hotel, and it’s the worst case we’ve ever had on our hands. Safety and health violations in all categories. If it had been up to just me, this place would have been closed down months ago. But Mr. Smythe got extra time to fix things, twice, and today was to be the final inspection. We were clear on that. We’ve always been clear on that. If things were not A-OK today, the hotel licence would be revoked.”

Artie sighed. “I know that, but you could at least give the new owner the benefit of the doubt. And more time to fix things. They’ve only just arrived.”

“I could show you what issues we’ve fixed already?” Anderson offered readily, the smile back on his face. “And I can tell you what’s on the planning for the weeks to come. Obviously, there might be things mentioned in your inspection report that I haven’t thought of so far, but I’m willing to do everything that’s needed to make this a safe and healthy quality establishment, I assure you. We have the same goal.”

Anderson ran to the reception desk and came back with a clipboard, which he shoved under Kurt’s nose.

Kurt saw a checklist not unlike the ones he drew up himself while inspecting hotels. Next to every item was the name of the firm or specialist who would be dealing with the issue, as well as the projected timeframe in which that would happen.

The issues that had been dealt with already had checkmarks next to them, and there were quite a few.

He nodded. “All right, show me.”

Half an hour later, trailing after Anderson, who was taking them on a tour of the hotel to show what had been done so far, Kurt acknowledged that Anderson and his team had certainly not been twiddling his thumbs in the week they’d been here.

The place looked cleaner and smelled a lot better now that the air conditioning was actually working, and the new furniture looked a lot sturdier and better quality.

“Okay,” Kurt conceded, “I can see you’ve been working hard and that matters have already improved, so we’ll compromise. Artie and I will grant you an extra couple of months, Mr. Anderson.”

Anderson nodded like a bobble-head, a thousand-watt smile back on his face, and Tina looked pleased as well, but Kurt wasn’t done speaking.

“We’ll also give you a copy of our last inspection report, with the full list of all the issues that need to be tackled, and we’ll come to check up on you at least once a week, to make sure you actually do the work you’ve promised to do. Deal?”

Anderson didn’t seem daunted at all, still nodding and smiling. Tina seemed less happy at the prospect of being inspected every week, and Artie was shaking his head.

“Every week? That’s overkill, man!” Artie protested. “Make it every month, and we have a deal.”

“Every two weeks then, and that’s final. It’s not like this place is far away, Artie. It’s Lima. We pass by this hotel every day. It’s no big deal to drop in for five minutes. I’ll do the inspection, and you can shoot the breeze with your friend Tina here.”

“All right, then. Deal.”

Kurt turned to Anderson. “I’m going to need your e-mail address, so that I can send you the inspection report and the list of issues that need to be addressed.”

“Certainly, sir, let me jot that down for you. And as soon as you’ve sent me the list, I’ll tackle all the issues I haven’t thought of so far, planning all the work, ordering materials and contacting professionals and so on, and I’ll send you the definitive schedule as soon as I’ve been able to draw it up. That should make the follow-up easier.”

Kurt had to hand it to the guy – he was polite to a fault and perfectly cooperative. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t remain a disaster zone now that it had been taken over by someone who seemed competent.

Here’s hoping…

Ten minutes later, Artie and Kurt arrived at Artie’s place, and Kurt helped him out of the van.

“Well, that was a nice surprise, for sure,” said Artie.

Kurt hummed non-committally.

“Maybe they’ll actually turn this hotel into a nice place.”

Artie sounded hopeful, and Kurt hated to be a downer, but it had to be said. “Let’s just wait and see if Anderson does what he says, or if it’s just empty talk again, like it was with Smythe.”

“Tina wouldn’t be friends with a rat like that!”

“We’ll see. All right, see you tomorrow, bud.”

While Kurt drove on home, he found himself hoping that Artie was right. He thought of Anderson’s warm smile and expressive eyes, and wished that he had shaken his hand instead of refusing to in a fit of pique. Not the best first impression. Yes, he had a job to do, but he could remain civil all the same.

He wondered how long it would take before he got that promised schedule. No matter how long it took, he’d stop by the hotel two weeks from now to check up on things.

A smile crept onto his face at the prospect of seeing Anderson again.

Who’d have ever thought he’d look forward to another inspection of the hotel from hell?

[spaceorphan18]

Scenes from December (3/24)

Written for Klaine Advent 2022. Day Three: Detailed

***

December, 2006

It was cold.  Bitterly cold.  Thirteen-year-old Kurt didn’t really care.  He pushed his shovel forward, scrapping the cement, the light snow easily rising up.  The snow had piled up since he left for school that morning, but it wasn’t firm and settled yet.  Easy to finish it up before his dad came home.  Plenty of time to salt the walk, too.  Getting chores done was never hard to accomplish.  It wasn’t like he had anything else to do.  

It wasn’t even four-thirty and the sun was already beginning to set, the golden, chill light of the day fading behind the trees.  Most people hated this time of the year.  He didn’t mind it.  Dark and frozen was how he felt a majority of the time.  Might as well have the atmosphere to suit his mood.  

He stopped shoveling for a moment to tighten his scarf, thinking about if he should start prepping dinner or if he should let his dad figure it out tonight.  He scoffed at the thought and continued to shovel.  

An hour later, his dad came home.  Kurt had been unthawing some chicken when Burt unceremoniously plopped the plastic bag onto the kitchen table.  A Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket with accompanying sides of mashed potatoes, gravy, and macaroni and cheese.  And biscuits.  Not Kurt’s idea of a grand meal, and slightly irritating that he now had to refreeze perfectly good chicken breast that could be fried at home, but he didn’t complain.  He didn’t say anything - nor did Burt.  They didn’t speak much to each other these days.  Burt had even stopped asking him how school went.  Not that Kurt particularly cared if he did.  He didn’t want to talk about school.  Not if he could help it.  

They made it to the living room - Kurt insisting on using actual plates and silverware.  They weren’t completely barbarians.  His dad, as usual, kicked off his shoes, opened a can of beer (thank god he only ever drank one at night), and turned on the tv to the first game he could find.  It happened to be basketball this time.  

Burt ate the fried chicken, his eyes glued to the tv.  Kurt watched him for a moment- the detailed lines of his face that seemed tired and haggard that he never really noticed before.  Is this what getting older is like? Or did he need to face the actual possibility that he didn’t lose just one parent - but both of them.  He suddenly felt colder than he had been shoveling the snow.  

“What?” Burt snapped, noticing Kurt staring at him.  

Kurt waited a moment, unsure, really, of what to say.  “We’re almost out of salt - I used most of it for the walkway.” 

Burt let out a grunt as he sipped from his beer.  “I’ll pick some up on the way home tomorrow.”  Another bite of the chicken.  “Good job on the driveway.  Hoping next year we can get a snowblower so you don’t have to do that anymore.” 

It was the closest thing to a compliment his dad had given him in recent memory - unfortunately undercut by his screaming at the tv over some guy missing a basket.  Kurt supposed he had to take what he could get.  

“We’re going to Uncle Andy’s Christmas party this weekend,” Burt said once the commercial came on.  

“Why?” Kurt asked sharply.  

“What do you mean ‘why’? Because I said so - that’s why.” 

Kurt rolled his eyes.  He hated family parties -- everything always felt so fake.  So, forced.  Year after year of having to defend his lackluster life against his seemingly perfect cousins.  His stomach twisted just thinking about it.  

“Also, Grandma wants to know what you want for Christmas,” Burt said.  He had moved onto the potatoes, the gravy dripping off the fork and onto Burt’s overalls without much care.  

“Just clothes,” Kurt muttered.

“Fine,” Burt said.  “Which reminds me, no more purchases from that whack-a-doo place where you got the women’s shoes.” 

Kurt’s face flushed with anger.  “They weren’t women’s shoes - they were men’s boots.  And just because you aren’t comfortable with the way I dress doesn’t mean--”

“Oh, here we go again,” Burt cut him off.  “I’m perfectly comfortable--”

“No, you’re not!” 

“Dammit Kurt, don’t interrupt me - now you’re going to pick a normal place to go to like Sears.” 

“Sears? Really?” 

“Or JCPenny or hell, even The Gap - I don’t know where kids shop these days - but it better be some place that Grandma can get a gift card and not feel weird about going in.” 

Kurt pursed his lips together - the anger seething out of him.  God forbid that Grandma could feel weird for a change - but he didn’t say it.  It wasn’t worth it.  It would just kick up another round of arguing that he just didn’t have the energy for.    He stewed silently for a moment before picking up his plate and taking it to the kitchen.  He had lost his appetite.  Burt didn’t bother to force the issue any further.  

Instead, he went down to the basement - his safe place.  Turned on the light, walked right across the room, and sat down by the old dresser that used to be in his parents’ bedroom.  Kurt wasn’t sure what his dad did with a majority of his mom’s things - there was a possibility of a storage shed somewhere, but the dresser he just dragged down to the basement one day, threw a sheet over it, and didn’t speak of it after.  

Kurt sat on the floor, leaned his head against the dresser and enjoyed the peacefulness of the silence..  The tiny bit of light from the small window near the ceiling was slowly fading away as night fell, leaving Kurt in the dark.  Sometimes the ache of missing his mother was too much - too sharp, too painful and he couldn’t stay down there for very long.  Other times, he felt comforted - as if somehow she was really there, guiding him to the right path.  

This must have been one of those times, because he noticed for the first time her old sewing machine, dusty and forgotten sitting on a cardboard table at the far end of the room.  A warmth spread over his heart as he thought of the possibilities. 

[forabeatofadrum]

Ljubim te (2/24)

Notes: Oh, what is that? Is that a title? Yes, Jen @1908jmd sent the idea to me. It means I love you in Slovene, which I didn’t know up until now (but also, my Slovene knowledge is quite limited and I never had a reason to learn this sentence) (unlike Klaine I was not there for a Slovenian romance). After all, Blaine has such a hard time saying I love you to Quinn. Maybe he’s saving it for someone else 👀???

AO3 | S&C  

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CORK

Kongresni trg is the place to be.

Kurt loves sitting in the grass - on a blanket, mind you, he’s not going to ruin his clothes - and breathing in the scent from the pizza place in the corner. He’s not attached to the square because of its historical value, but because he likes being here. It’s a nice green spot in the heart of the capital. It’s surrounded by gorgeous buildings and you have a stunning view of the Ljubljana Castle on top of the Castle Hill.

Kurt’s only been here for a few days, but he already loves this place as a spot to unwind. And again, the great pizza place is an added bonus.

Kurt watches a man walk towards the pizza place in a hurry, as if his life is depending on it and Kurt smiles. He understands the appeal of the place. A few minutes later the man comes outside with a huge slice. The pizza place is small, so you have more place to sit outside. It’s a cold February day, but it’s doable. That’s why Kurt is also outside.

No one has warned this guy about the birds, though.

The moment he sits down, a flock of little sparrows land on the table and they try to get some of the pizza. At first the guy seems amused, but since more birds keep arriving, the amusement changes into slight panic. He throws some crust on the floor in hopes of distracting the birds and sure, some fly down to peck at it, but this means more birds arrive. He looks distraught.

Is that guy afraid of birds?

Kurt doesn’t have the moral obligation to save a stranger’s pizza, but he gets up anyway. He quickly rolls up his blanket and walks towards the table.

“Shoo, shoo!” he shoos.

The guy shoots Kurt a grateful look.

The sparrows don’t give up so easily though.

“Begone, birdies,” Kurt says and after more overly enthusiastic movement, the flock leaves. Kurt might look absolutely ridiculous, but the guy is looking at him as if he’s God himself.

“Hvala,” the guy says, “I was- uh, wait, English?”

“Yes,” Kurt says back, “I’m American.”

“Oh, me too!” the guy sounds relieved again, “I just moved here last night and as you can see, I am kind of a mess.” He lets out a self-deprecating laugh.

“Are you afraid of birds?” Kurt asks.

The guy shakes his head.

“No, I like birds. Usually. But I am just very tired right now and I think my brain fried when those birds arrived,” he says.

“They love the pizza,” Kurt shrugs, “Every time I get a slice, they are here.”

“You live here for long?” the guy asks.

Kurt shakes his head. He is just obsessed with this pizza place, but that might be a bit too embarrassing to say. Kurt did pick up his Boni yesterday, so maybe his pizza addiction will subdue.

“I only moved here a week ago,” he answers.

“Okay. Oh. My name is Blaine, by the way,” the guy – Blaine – says. He looks very tired indeed.

“Kurt,” Kurt answers.

“Kurt, do you know where to find the nearest supermarket?” Blaine asks desperately. It catches Kurt off guard but then he laughs.

“Oh wow, you’re really going through it.”

“You can tell?” Blaine sounds frazzled.

“Trust me, I probably was just like you only a week ago.”

“Oh, great. Good to know it gets better.”

“How about this? You finish your slice, and I will walk you to the biggest supermarket in the area,” Kurt answers. Blaine once again looks at him as Kurt’s been sent from above to assist him. He must be really out of it.

“Yes, yes, thank you.”

--

The Maxi Mercator is literally across the street and Blaine laughs when he realises.

“I was so close!”

“Yes you were, although you probably were looking for the Mercator ten minutes that way,” Kurt says and he points in the right direction. That Mercator is easy to recognise. This Maxi one is basically underground.

Kurt didn’t have ‘go grocery shopping with a stranger’ on his to-do list, but here he is. The pizza definitely rejuvenated Blaine, so he is less frazzled and more put together.

“So, are you also a student?” Kurt asks when they’re at the vegetable area.

Blaine shakes his head.

“No, I am here for my dad’s company. You know, popping some corks with fancy respected business people and shaking hands while wearing nice suits.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we’re expanding and I need to oversee the expansion.”

Kurt whistles.

“That is a big responsibility.”

Blaine shrugs and he reaches for some potatoes.

“It’s a job,” he says flatly and Kurt raises an eyebrow.

But Blaine didn’t see it. Instead he asks about Kurt.

“A student, you said?” he asks.

Kurt nods.

“Yes, I am here on an exchange. I follow classes at the Academy of Theatre, Radio, Film and Television of the University of Ljubljana. I’ll go back to New York in the summer.”

“And you came all the way here? Alone?” Blaine sounds impressed.

Kurt nods proudly.

Now it’s Blaine’s turn to let out an impressed whistle.

Blaine finishes his groceries and Kurt assumes that’s the end of whatever wack adventure they have, but once they’re outside Blaine turns to Kurt and asks:

“I hope it’s not too much, but are you willing to give me some sort of tour of the city? I really have no idea where to start.”

“Oh-”

“It’s okay if you’re busy!” Blaine quickly adds, “You must be buried in coursework. Never mind, forget I said-”

“It’s fine!” Kurt says. Classes start next week. Like many other students, Kurt moved to Ljubljana before the semester starts in order to also get to know the city and country.

“I will drop this off at my place,” Blaine nods towards the two bags of groceries, “But we can meet at that park again?”

“Park Zvezda, at Kongresni trg,” Kurt says, “Sounds like a plan.”

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End notes: “Shoo, shoo!” he shoos is my peak in writing!

Anyway, as I said in the first chapter, I am definitely putting some spots that I love in the fic, and the pizza place was *chef’s kiss*. I actually didn’t know the name up until 5 minutes ago, when I looked it up on Google Maps for these notes, since I just know it as “the pizza place at Kongresni trg”, but it is the take-away part of Ljubljanski dvor. Kongresni trg is also a place that I love. I also called it “the place to be” in my Ljubljana travel blog. Ahhh, good times.

And the sparrows were definitely a thing, although I slightly exaggerated it for the purpose of the fic. This didn’t happen like this all the time, but it did happen once. My Belgian roommate (let’s call her C in case I will mention her more often) and I went there on her first (or second?) day in the city and the sparrows couldn’t let go. One even tried to drag an entire piece from the paper plates. A lot of people were amused by it, even us. Blaine, on the other hand, really needs his pizza so good thing Kurt stepped up.

Lastly (woah, I didn’t plan on having a long end note), I am definitely taking some liberties with the whole business and study thing here. I have zero (0) knowledge about business and I did study at UoL, but at a different faculty. Kurt’s faculty actually requires a B2 Slovene level, but in this fic... let’s not.

[bothsidesofaquestion]

entry made featuring anger.

dear diary ... | accepting **Will accept prompts from the list with the exception of Heartbreak & Anger, I've gotten many of those already XD

Translated from the German Blog entry of the day, june 5th of 2033.

**Eventually, Kurt moved from writing in a journal to post his thoughts in a private blog. It’s basically the same system but in a different format, by then most of his posts were in English cause in this blog we consider English as his second language and Kurt worked hard on speaking it perfectly so, writing in English on his journal/blog is a way to flex his braincells for he is multilingual and he doesn’t want to forget. Whenever he doesn’t want anyone to understand what he wrote/posted, he does it in German, you know, for the: what if they find my journal or blog and they read what I posted?**

They can stare, talk behind my back, point at me, laugh, whisper or even just insulting me in my face and I swear I’ll be fine. I will deal with it the way I’ve dealt with since I was aware of what I am: by existing and showing them I can be happy and wholesome despite their hate.

BUT I SWEAR, IF THEY MESS WITH MY DAUGTHER AGAIN I WON’T BE PATIENT!!!

Today, Talia arrived home in tears. Wanda wasn’t home and I had to deal with that alone. I usually don’t mind but the frustration was too much to bare and it was hard to contain my anger. I just wanted to go back to that fucking school and punch the Principal right in the nose.

Why no one called me about this???

Wait, I THINK I know the answer.

God, I swear, I can’t barely type anymore… My hands are trembling because I am so mad… I thought I had calmed down already but whenever I close my eyes and I see her crying in my mind is just enough for me to want to break something.

[20 minutes later and after staring blankly at the screen, he continues]

I’ll never get it, I thought I had figured it out and I thought I was smarter than them. What I didn’t know is how things would be once I became a father. When Talia was born and the doctor said she looked like me, I was happy. Today, is the first time I regret she actually does look like me.

She is beautiful but they don’t see it.

Well fuck them, her mother and I do. Should that matter more? Well, I want to believe one day she’ll know it does matter more. We matter more, way more than a bunch of racists, bigots and ignorant people that want to make her believe she is not valid just because she exists.

Anyway, let’s leave it here. I need to call Wanda otherwise she will murder me if I don’t tell her what happened today. She might be thousand miles away but she needs to know and I won’t be surprised if she returns quickly and for the first time, I won’t care if she does. The world can wait, her daughter needs her.

[elledelajoie]

Pleasure

What if Sebastian and Kurt run into each other in New York City not long after "The Break Up"?

(This story is complete and was created using the seven prompts from Kurtbastian Week—November 2022. it starts with a brief "recap" of them meeting before that day in the Lima Bean, then moves forward to not long after "The Break Up".)

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The middle-aged woman at the desk finally looked up. “What?”

“McKinley high school is staging West Side Story, and I’m looking for sponsors to put ads in our playbill.”

She still looked like she had no idea what he was talking about, so he held up the mockup he had done for the front cover with the pricing on the back.

“Oh, you mean like in the handout?”

“Yes. At the back of the playbill, we’re offering ads to local businesses, starting at one-eighth of the page, the equivalent to a business card, up to a full-page ad.” He turned the page over to let her see the options.

“I’ve never done anything like this. How many people are likely to see this?”

“Well, the show runs for four days, and the auditorium holds about 300 people, so potentially about a thousand people.”

“Give me a few minutes. I’ll go see what my boss thinks.”

While she was gone, a guy about his age came in the front door. He gave Kurt a once-over. Noticing that the front desk was vacant, he said, “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Do you work here?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t see how you could help me. The receptionist should be back soon.”

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