#if I fall hard for Blaine I’m gonna be FUCKED

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For your kiss prompt

Kiss ...out of anger

(it's fine if you don't wonna do)

hi, sorry for the delay on this, got busy, but! here we go, last prompt in my inbox:

edit: this ended up being connected to this one

45: ...out of anger

“We can’t keep doing this.” He doesn’t mean to say it. The thought slips out, barely a murmur. 

But Kurt catches it anyway. “What?”

“Nothing,” Blaine tries to brush it off. “I didn’t say anything.” He leans in to kiss Kurt again, but Kurt pulls away from him instead.

“No, you said ‘we can’t keep doing this.’” Kurt states, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. “What the hell does that mean, Blaine?”

What he wants to say is something like We can’t keep doing this because whatever we are doesn’t continue after this year. Because you’ll graduate and go off to New York, and I’ll still be stuck here for another year and I won’t get to see you everyday, and that’s going to destroy me because I’m already in too deep. 

What he actually says is “We just can’t. Cheerios and badboys aren’t supposed to mix.”

“Since when have you cared about what other people think?” Kurt scoffs at him. 

He shoots back “Why do you care so much?” and it’s meaner than intended. 

“You know why. You, of all people, know why.”

“Yeah, I do, but you know what I don’t get? Why you insist on us sneaking around like this, why you don’t want to admit to anyone that we’re whatever we are. I mean, you’re the Head Cheerio, you can do whatever the fuck you want around this school, and no one is going to touch you.”

“So that’s what this is about? You don’t want to do this anymore because we’re not out as a couple?”

“No!”

“Then what is this about, Blaine?”

“I fucking fell for you, okay? I fell hard, and got in way over my head, and now I feel like an idiot because we both knew this couldn’t last after this year. Because you graduate and get out of this town this year, and I don’t. You’re gonna leave and it’s gonna hurt me because I fucking fell for you. So maybe it is better that we just break this off now before someone gets hurt.”

Kurt’s gone full ice queen now. He’s pissed. He fires a “You idiot” at Blaine before he surges forward and claims Blaine’s mouth with his own. It’s pure heat and it catches him off guard for a moment.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?” Kurt asks, still a little visibly pissed at him. “Why did you— Did you ever even think that maybe I was falling for you too? That leaving was going to hurt me like hell too?”

“No, because you made it pretty clear that this was temporary.”

“I thought that if this was temporary, I wouldn’t get attached. I was wrong.”

“So–”

“So yeah, I fell for you too. And I’m still mad at you for trying to break up with me.”

“But…?”

“But I don’t care right now,” Kurt finishes, pulling him into another heated kiss. Blaine doesn’t care right now either. Figuring out what’s next for them can be a problem for later.

more kisses here

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Stick Season (11/14)

Summary: After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.

A non-chronological series of one shots and drabbles set in this universe

Tropes/Genres: Angst, Reconciliation, Grief, Alcoholism, Mentions of Major Character Death, Mental Health

Track 10. Growing Sideways // Day 11: Last Dance

A/N: listen the first time i heard this song I UGLY CRIED so... sorry lol

Words: 870

Sam is the first one to notice a change in Blaine.

He responds to something Sam says with a joke, something about Sam having seen enough boobs for the both of them, and Sam laughs for a minute straight. For months now, Blaine had given up on his sense of humor, knowing Kurt wouldn’t be there to respond with his beautiful laugh.

“It’s good to see you get back to yourself,” he says. Blaine cocks his head to the right.

“What do you mean?”

“You seem better. After everything. Lighter.”

“You can say no if you want to, but a few of the guys from work are going to the Paper Tiger’s open mic night if you’re interested. I’m gonna play a few songs, they’ll probably rag on me. It’ll be a total sausage fest of toxic masculinity.”

“And that just screams my scene to you?”

“No, but I think you’re finally in a good enough place to leave the house for yourself instead of someone else. Maybe even pick up music again.”

Bloaine hasn’t touched his guitar or piano in weeks. After Finn’s funeral and Kurt’s disappearance, he found it hard to even muster up the will to sing along to tunes playing over the radio. When he thought about it, though, Donna Summer had been playing on his way to his dad’s earlier that day, and Blaine realized he was singing along to the disco track.

As it turns out, taking his prescription antidepressants and pouring his trauma out on some sad-eyed middle aged guy’s overpriced new leather couch really was helping, despite it being the most cliche of cliches.

“You know what? I’ll be there,” Blaine says, feeling hopeful for the first time in ages. For what, he doesn’t even know. Maybe that there is life after Kurt. It’s a relief to know he can live without Kurt, despite the fact that he doesn’t want to.

He still ignores some things—his parents divorce, the effect Kurt’s leaving has had on him—things that would probably take more effort and energy to unpack than he truthfully has to give. But he’s here, he’s healing, and he’s alive. 

He hopes Kurt is, too, wherever he is. 

That’s about all he could hope for.

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Before Kurt’s fuzzy vision comes into focus, he feels the sheets of some cheap motel that probably have a thread count in the single digits slide against his bare leg. Last Dance plays through the cheap alarm clock radio standing on the bedside table.

With a groan, he attempts to sit up, before the splitting headache reminds him why that’s a terrible idea.

He nearly tells Donna Summer to fuck off before deciding that’s some bad Karma he doesn’t want to accrue. Instead, he just lets himself fall back onto the cheap motel room sheets that have a thread count of about seven, if he’s being generous.

There had definitely been someone else next to him when he’d fallen asleep last night, though Kurt can’t quite remember who. It doesn’t matter. He’ll never see the man again, and they’ll never try to find each other again. Kurt was drunk and lonely, and the guy whose name he can’t even remember was there.

Besides, he much prefers the self imposed solitary confinement he’s crafted for himself. There’s no one to disappoint.

No one to hold you when you start freaking out either.

That’s all it takes for the everpresent unpleasant buzzing in his chest to return. Some days he can just ignore it—power through it until he can get home and make some tea, get on social media or watch hours of reality tv to distract himself from it.

Blaine wouldn’t have left like that stranger.

Other days, it grows. It festers, growing louder and louder until it’s roaring in Kurt’s ears and shooting up static into his brain that makes it impossible to do anything except cry until he passes out from exhaustion. 

Yeah, that’s the problem. He doesn’t know he deserves better than you.

It seems today is one of the latter.

No, no, no. Not today.

 He needs to have a good day today. He’s up for a promotion at work at the print shop. Granted, the other option for manager is Margie, an elderly lady who only works there because she’s bored of retirement and likes to talk to the customers, but Kurt needs that raise. He needs it to move out of this shitty motel and get a shitty apartment instead.

A shitty apartment that he’ll have to keep clean, pay rent on, sign a lease for, go apartment hunting for… God, it’s all so overwhelming. Staying in place, moving on. Life is so fucking overwhelming.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, and downs the remaining vodka in the glass by his nightstand. “By the hair of the dog.”

It settles in his stomach, warm against the cold and humid air of the room, and the shards of anxiety prickling at him begin to melt away. 

It’s a vicious, never ending cycle of drinking, waking up hungover and anxious, and drinking to alleviate the symptoms he’d created. At the end of the day, though, numbing himself is the lesser of two evils. If his engine is running perfect on empty, there's no sense in refilling it.

There are worse ways to stay alive.

[aslanvlad]

guys send help !!! he’s so 🥺👉👈

[leonardalphachurch]

okay, tucker time

Why I like them tucker is literally my exact type of fictional dude. he’s a ball of barely contained repression and toxic masculinity when literally all he wants is connection and love. he pretends that he doesn’t care but not only does he care very badly, he wants to care very badly. he puts on this glamour of false machismo and aloofness and playboy energy but when the cards are on the table that persona fails and he just. does what’s right. you see this with junior, you see this with season 4s quest, with being the alien ambassador, with the end of season 8, the end of season 10 (tbf that applies to all the bgc but still), and of course this shines through the most is chorus, where that’s literally the main arc of 11-12. he craves intimacy but doesn’t think he’s deserving of it or capable of gaining it so he pushes woman away with his misogyny and he pushes men away with his homophobia.

okay this isn’t done but i’m stopping now bc i need to stop eventually but i could go on forever lol

Why I don’t even though i said ^all that^ i still don’t like the misogyny. please stop this at once

Favorite episode the season 15 ep when he fucked shit up and like rode on the tank was hot as fuck. i’m sure there’s a better ep but i can’t think of one off the top of my head. maybe when he falls in a hole and finds a sword. god he’s so pathetic i love him

Favorite season is there an option besides season 12?

Favorite line is it cheating to say something from a dvd menu screen? i don’t care it’s him flirting with yellow church. i’m gonna take you to the mall do the things you wanna do. take you to cinnabon. make stouffers lasagna. i know we already had dessert i’m crazy. crazy for you. you’re like david blaine with tits.

(runner up sad line is “i just wanna stand around and talk to my friend but he’s gone now and all i have is you”. think about that line daily)

Favorite outfit breaking the mold here but halo 4 armor actually looks better on tucker. NO ONE ELSE but tucker okay.

i think for the out of armor outfits i need to make a separate post lol or this is gonna be a spam of images

OTP lol is this a question. have you looked at my blog

Brotp dont tell Tucker but it’s tuckington. they’re literally so good for each other.

Head Canon

-bi

-okay look most of my answer to first question could probably be considered headcanon but like. shut the fuck up it’s canon if you think for five seconds

-in love with church and wash

-the reason that he’s so in love with church and wash is that they’re the first people who didn’t give up on him. no matter how annoying tucker was, church was always still his friend. no matter how much tucker refused to try, wash still pushed him to try harder

-epsilons absence hit him so hard because it felt like church was finally giving up on being his friend

-he totally slept with felix

Unpopular opinion i don’t like trans man tucker. there’s a lot of reasons that i can answer separately if anyone’s interested. i’m not saying it’s problematic or whatever the fuck but i just. don’t interact with fanon where he’s trans. make every other character trans, let tucker be the token cis

A wish he’s literally so bisexual let him be bisexual and in love with church

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen never EVER fucking write him as an actual predator ever fucking again. literally what the fuck is wrong with jordan cweirz. i can’t believe people think season 18 is the worst thing that happened to rvb when 14 exists and has a joke like that. actually i change my wish to be roosterteeth removing that joke from the show. like if you seriously consider that fact as a canon part of tuckers backstory and not just a shitty joke written by someone who thinks it’s funny to have a kid version of hitler in their show then like i don’t want you here byyeeeeee

5 words to best describe them

repressed, cares, capable, refusal-of-the-call, dilf

My nickname for them uh, none actually

[spaceorphan18]

The Smut Challenge (33)

A/N: In celebration of my birthday, I’m giving you guys a longer smut piece today! Not sure if y’all will like it or not (and my apologies for it being unbeta’d) but I figure if you guys like it, I’ll slip one of these longer ones in every once in a while, and if not, I’ll keep to my 500 words or less.  Either way, happy reading <3 

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July 18th (Day 33) 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

“Yes, Blaine.” 

“Okay, I just want to make sure.” 

“We have a plan, and a safe word, so I’m really, really okay.”  

Blaine takes a second to suppress his eagerness.  Rarely have they roleplayed, so this is a bit of a new thing for them.  But this whole scenario is just as much Kurt’s idea as his own, and after having a lengthy conversation as to how to proceed, they picked a day where they had all the time in the world to act it out.  

Blaine takes a moment to look himself over in the bathroom mirror.  His hair is mostly ungelled, the loose curls doing as they wish.  He’s wearing Kurt’s old football jersey, while over a decade old, is a bit big on him.  And he’s got on a pair of spandex shorts that hide nothing to the imagination.  He thinks he looks a little bit laughable like this, but it’s what Kurt wants, and it’s not like Kurt isn’t giving him what he wants.  With a deep breath he leaves the bathroom.  

Kurt comes out of the bedroom at the same time, and Blaine can barely keep it together.  Kurt’s dressed in his old cheerleading costume that does not fit in all the best ways.  His chest is broader, arms more defined than when he had been in high school.  His ass fills out the pants nicely.  His hair is without product, and softly down, making him look much younger than he really is.  It’s a bit surreal, but Blaine holds back his instincts.  

He remembers his role and the game, and spouts a churlish attitude when he sees Kurt.  “Dude, why are you always lingering around here after the games?” Blaine flops himself down on the couch.  It doesn’t quite double for a locker room bench, but felt much safer trying to do this in their own home as opposed to a more public area.  He lets his legs flop open, and relaxes his posture, doing his best to resemble some straight jock of his imagination.  

Kurt’s lips slide into a wiley grin as turns into a character Blaine’s never quite seen before.  “I just thought I’d come congratulate you,” Kurt’s voice is higher than Blaine expects it to be.  He comes behind the couch, and begins to massage Blaine’s shoulders.  “You did win the game after all.”  

Blaine relaxes into Kurt’s touch, it feels so good, but Blaine down plays it, trying to act as if he’s bored and unaffected by the massage.  Kurt’s warm hands slip under the jersey, rubbing his shoulders hard before they travel lower, pinching his nipples. 

“Jesus fucking christ, what are you doing?” Blaine lets a little anger slip into his words.  He worries it might be too much, but Kurt’s doesn’t seem off put one bit.  

“Just giving you something I think you need,” Kurt says.  “The game’s over and you’re still so tense.”  Kurt goes back to rubbing his shoulders.  

“Well, how am I supposed to relax when a dude’s hands are all over me?” 

“Are you trying to tell me that you’ve never had this fantasy?” Kurt’s grin is wicked now as he backs away to come around the couch.  Kurt goes to his knees, settling in between Blaine’s legs, running his hands up Blaine’s thighs. “I’ve seen you, you know.  The way you try not to look at my ass during a game.  The way you touch yourself after you’ve seen me come out of the shower after practice.  I think you want this more than you know.”  

Blaine gives an unimpressed hand wave.  “Whatever, dude.  You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Do I?” Kurt’s eyebrow is arched high as he leans in towards Blaine’s crotch.  He doesn’t hesitate to suck a kiss to Blaine’s spandex covered cock.  He lets out an erotic moan as he does it again, and again; and Blaine doesn’t think he’s ever gotten so hard so quickly as he watches Kurt to continue to suck at his cock through the fabric.  He takes a second to run his fingers through Kurt’s hair, encouraging him to do more, even if he’s supposed to be pretending not to be into it.  “Are you sure you don’t want to know what it’s like to be sucked by someone who knows what they’re doing?  Are you sure you don’t want to fuck my mouth even a little?” Kurt looks up at him, his eyes dark and wide, daring him to suggest otherwise.  

His body is already betraying him, but Blaine keeps on character.  “Man, if you wanna - I’m not going to turn down a free blowjob.”  

Kurt licks his lips as he pulls down the spandex shorts, freeing Blaine’s cock.  “I always knew you’d be thick,” Kurt says, dragging his tongue up his shaft.  

Blaine shudders, Kurt always has known how to work his mouth.  Kurt sucks on the tip a little before sinking all the way down, his head beginning to bob up and down as he sucks Blaine off.  Blaine sits back and enjoys the pleasure of it, closing his eyes as he let’s Kurt work him.  God, he’s so good at this.  

Kurt then pulls off with a wet pop, replacing his mouth with his hand as brings the fabric lower to get at Blaine’s balls.  He sucks one in and then the other, making sure to give them proper attention as he continues to stroke Blaine’s cock.  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Blaine utters, not being able to help himself.  

“Fuck?” Kurt says, his voice a husky whisper.  “I said you could fuck my mouth if you wanted to.”  

“C’mere,” Blaine says.  He grabs onto Kurt’s hair, a little rougher than he would normally, and guides his cock back to Kurt’s mouth.  Kurt grabs onto it, running the tip over his lips before allowing Blaine in again.  Then Kurt lets him take over, lets him fuck his mouth, lets him enjoy the warm, velvety heat.  It’s almost too much.  And just as Blaine gets close, Kurt pulls off.  

“Wha-the fuck you doing?” 

“Hold on, I’d like to readjust.”  Kurt leans back a little, pulling his own pants down, and setting them snug under his balls.  Kurt’s cock is long and hard and already leaking pre-come at the tip.  

Blaine wants to touch - wants to make him come in an instant, but refrains.  “Oh, you want to be a little tease now?  Well maybe you should play with yourself a bit.  I wanna see a show.”  

Kurt smirks, spitting on his hand before he brings it to his cock.  He begins to work his cock, pulling at it as he closes his eyes.  “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to see me like this,” he says as he fucks into his own fist.  His free hand begins to roam, hiking up his shirt to tweak at his nipple.  “How after seeing you during practice… a game, I’d get so turned on.  And then I’d touch myself afterwards.  I always hoped you’d see and just kiss me.  You’d kiss me hard and unafraid.  And after we’d make out, you’d just spin me around and fuck me against the lockers because you wanted me so bad.  Anyone could come in, but you just wouldn’t care because you wanted me so badly.” 

Kurt is the utter picture of sex as he arches into his hand.  It’s erotic and beautiful, and Blaine slowly pulls at his own cock because he can’t help himself.  “If you want to be fucked so badly, come and sit on my cock.  Use it to get yourself off.” 

It’s a bit of a demand, but Kurt complies willingly, getting himself quickly out of his pants and climbing onto Blaine’s lap.  Blaine pulls Kurt’s arms around his neck as they come together for a searing kiss.  It’s hot and messy and too dizzyingly amazing for Blaine to quite keep up the scenario, but all he wants to do is taste Kurt, feel him everywhere.  

“Jesus, fuck, Kurt,” Blaine says as Kurt begins to grind their hips together as they kiss, their cocks brushing up against one another.  “Are you gonna ride me or what.”  

Blaine slides his hands down to Kurt’s ass, squeezing Kurt’s asscheeks as he pulls them apart.  Kurt uses a little of his saliva on Blaine’s cock before slowly coming down on it.  It’s torturously slow as Kurt works his way to bottoming out. 

“Like this?” Kurt says, a bit cheekily as he begins to rise and fall.  Blaine steadies Kurt, holding him gently before Kurt begins to pick up speed.  It’s not long before Kurt’s bouncing on Blaine’s cock, letting out little obscenities as he loses himself in the pleasure of it all.  “Fuck you feel so good.  So deep inside me, Blaine, fuck, fuuuck, so good.”  

Blaine can only hold on as Kurt fucks himself on Blaine’s cock.  He can’t even concentrate on the scene anymore.  There’s nothing, just Kurt, and the cresting edge of his orgasm.  And it’s not long before he’s arching his own hips, pushing himself deep into Kurt as he comes.  Kurt’s close as well, and he uses his own hand to finish himself off, letting out an ecstatic cry as he comes over the both of them.  

“Was that okay?” Kurt asks, breathing heavily as they both come down.  He brings their foreheads together.  Gone is the teasing, young cheerleader, and present is his wonderful husband.  

“That was amazing,” Blaine says, drawing Kurt in for a kiss.  “I wasn’t too much was I? I know I got a little rough.” 

“No, not at all,” Kurt reassures him.  “You were perfect.”  

“I love you so much, Kurt.”  

“I love you, too.”

[livvynka]

Bar night. Kamilah and Amy - AU

Amy is still human. She want some time when she can relax and meet a very attractive woman. How this ends?

Warning: Angst, jealousy, blood, fighting, fluff.

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Kamilah step in the club, when she spots Amy. She is standing at the bar in dark red cocktail dress. The dress is revealing too much at Kamilah opinion. Dress have deep cut in back and in neckline, end almost at Amy's stomach. She is chatting with another woman. Very beautiful one. Woman: "Maybe we can get out of here." Amy: "I don't think that's good idea." Woman: "Let me show you good time." Amy: "I don't even know your name and.. Uhh." Woman stands from the stool and bend Amy to bar with the heated kiss. Amy tries to break the kiss immediately. Place both hands on woman shoulders.

Amy: "Stop, don't touch me again. I am taken. This has to be misunderstanding. I did have good time, but I am not looking for this type of company." Woman: "Dont lie to yourself. You know you like this." Woman pets Amy's thigh and continues higher. Amy shake womans hand off her and stand. Amy: "That's inaf! If my love sees you, you are dead."

Woman: "I can handle her." Woman steps closer to Amy. Kamilah cant take it anymore and step between them. Kamilah: "Touch her again and I handle your head... when I pluck it of your neck Lucy." Lucy: "Kamilah? What are you doing here?" Kamilah: "I cant say it is good to see you again. I was hoping you get smarter. Last time you nearly die when you did not know your boundaries. Should I lecture you once again?" Woman grips Amy's sides harshly. Lucy: "She can speak for herself. Right Amy?" Amy: "Let me go! I said I didn't want to be touched by you!" Kamilah grinds her teeth and scoff. Kamilah: "Last chance, I will not repeat it." Woman throws Amy away. She stumbles and bangs her head against bar counter. Kamilah catch her before she falls to the ground. Kamilah: "Amy! Are you okay?" Amy: "Hmmf." Amy clutches her head, and blood appears on her hand. Amy: "Ouch. You bitch! That hurt!" Kamilah look at Lucy murderously. Her brown eyes turn red.

Kamilah: "You have exactly 3 seconds to run." Lucy: "Aren't you too old for this grandma? Let's sort this outside." Amy: "You signed for a death sentence. Just get lost!" Lucy grabs Amy by throat and run by back door. But Kamilah is already standing there. Lucy smash Amy to wall, still crushing her neck. She lifts Amy in air. Amy starts choking and try kick Lucy away. Kamilah didn't wait and cut off her hand. Amy drop to the ground and lost consciousness. Kamilah throw her daggers and pin Lucy's hand to the wall. Second dagger cut through womans neck. Kamilah: "She said to you, you can't touch her. If you ever even laid eyes on her, I will kill you and I won't hesitate. Tell everyone she is mine and I'm hers, if anyone even tries touch her I'll kill them, I'll kill them all!" Kamilah pick both of hers twin daggers, hide them in her sleeves and tuck Amy in her arms. She run like flash and bring Amy to her apartment. Kamilah lay Amy at bed and gently shakes her. Kamilah: "Amy. Wake up!" Amy slowly opens her eyes. Amy: "My head... What happened? Did you kill her?" Kamilah: "I was thinking about killing her. But I send message to everyone. If someone tries to touch you, I will not hesitate and kill them all." Amy tries to get up from bed, but her head is spinning. Kamilah catch her and hug her firmly. Kamilah: "Carefully. My love huh?"

Kamilah kissed her nose and smile wide. Amy: "Ahh, you heard that." Kamilah: "I did."

Amy: "About that..."

Amy sit down again and look at Kamilah, pats a place next to her. Kamilah sits close, still looking at Amy.

Amy: "I mean... We did not talk about this much... But I - I have feelings for you. I am falling for you Kamilah. I don't want to be with someone else and I know things was and will be difficult. But... I cant stop thinking about you. I..."

Amy looks away and shifts uncomfortably. Kamilah put finger under her chin and force to look at her again.

Kamilah: "I cant stop thinking about you too. I was trying not to... I was trying hard...."

Kamilah: "I am falling for you too. Everytime I'm not with you I'm scared something can happen to you."

Amy straddle Kamilah and give her sweet kiss. She try deepen the kiss but Kamilah stop.

Kamilah: "Let's continue this later. Now we need to clean that wound before it get infected"

Kamilah lightly lift Amy carry her to living room and put her on sofa. She brings whiskey and piece of fresh cloth.

Kamilah: "This is gonna hurt like hell"

Amy: "I would rather drink that"

Kamilah press the piece of cloth soaked in expensive alcohol to Amy's injury.

Amy: "Fucking piece of sh.!"

Kamilah: "Charming Amy"

Amy sees a stars and bit her lip hard. Kamila look at her and finish the work. She kissed Amy at cheek.

Kamilah: "Alright, you can stay here if you want."

Amy: "Please, i don't want to be alone tonight. But i need a bath and fresh dress. Care to join?"

They go to bath together. Amy lean into Kamilah's front.

Amy: "This is nice. I mean, not that part when she almost choke me, or knock off my head. But i could get used to this. And i get you naked"

Kamilah laugh. Amy turn around and look at Kamilah.

Amy: "I love when you smile. Its most beautiful sound. I feel i could fly. Its like promise for better days. It gives me strength to go further, fight and live another day."

Kamilah clearly touched and surprise kiss Amy's forhead.

Amy: "Maybe even more when you are shouting my name"

Kamilah: "Don't temp me"

When they get off bath and get dressed Amy sits at the sofa.

Amy: "Maybe we can watch something?"

Amy: "Hm.. Maybe Portrait of a Lady on Fire! Acually you might like it"

Kamilah let out long sigh.

Kamilah: "Fine, whatever you want"

Kamilah join Amy and pull her close. Amy snuggle to Kamilah's neck. Soon she is lulled by Kamilah's heart beat. Kamilah lay down with Amy in her arms and fall asleep too.

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[alleycat97]

Drop It Low (Pt. 1)

Chloe x MC (Bea)

Tag List: @blaine-hayes @samanthadalton @fundamentalromantic @kwaj05 @paolaqueen5580 @penda-bear @iamsimpforpoppy @harringtonishot

Bea didn’t have the luxury of being home for her birthday so she could be with her family, another downside to going off for school. However, in America, your 21st birthday was a right of passage for all.

You were finally legal to do all the things you’ve been doing since high school and with a friend like Zoey Wade, this birthday would be one you wouldn’t forget even after you blacked out.

“Alright Bea! Are you ready to cut loose!?” Zoey cheered as the Uber pulled up to the building.

“A strip club?” Bea questioned.

“Not just any strip club, this is the classiest joint in all of New York!”

“I don’t know...I’ve never been to a strip club before.” Bea admitted. “Is this even for someone like us?” Bea noted watching all the men rush inside.

“Oh you’ll be fine! The dancers don’t care who you are as long as you tip and those guys are harmless. They just got off work most likely and don’t want to go home to their equally miserable wives.”

“If you’re sure...I’m kind of nervous.”

“Don’t be babe! Now come on!” Zoey tugged Bea out of the car and paid the $100 cover for them to get in.

The club was bustling. A dancer was on the stage and several others across the floor. Bea couldn’t take her eyes off the dancer currently on the stage. She was so hypnotizing as she worked the pole. She must have been a club favorite due to the building crowd of men surrounding the stage tossing money at her.

Zoey quirked an eyebrow and laughed, “Now don’t you go falling in love Bea. She will bleed you dry within an hour.”

“She’s fucking gorgeous.” Bea moaned out watching the dancer. She had that ‘air of mystery’ about her. She was dancing topless with nothing more than a thong, hood, and a golden body chain on. Complimented with a matching jewel chain veil to cover her face.

“Well get up there and get a better view!” Zoey teased.

“Nah I’m good. But I am starving! What do they have to eat here?” Bea grumbled changing the subject.

The two were joined by a topless server who took their orders and quickly returned with beverages and food.

“First legal drink.” Bea said tapping glasses with Zoey.

The girls enjoyed their food as they surveyed the room watching the many dancers and patrons enjoying themselves. Bea couldn’t help but search for the mystery dancer she saw from earlier.

She was content with just getting drunk and watching the girls on stage, secretly hoping the mystery girl would show back up on stage. Zoey, sensing Bea’s unhappiness, had to act fast.

“I’m gonna run to the restroom, be right back.”

Zoey took off towards the bathroom but split off course when she saw the manager.

“Hi there do you have a moment?”

“Of course! Is something wrong?” The manager asked.

“You see my friend over there? Depressed blonde drinking alone?” Zoey pointed out.

“Yeah. What’s up?” The woman asked.

“It’s her 21st birthday today and she’s had her eye on a specific dancer but she hasn’t come back out. I didn't catch her name.”

“What did she look like?”

“Hard to say, she was on stage when we got here, about an hour ago. She had a hood and chain veil on. Seemed to be a crowd pleaser.” Zoey spoke trying to remember the details.

“Ah yes Cerberus. She is my finest dancer.” The manager gloated.

“That’s a scary name. Anyway, can she do a private dance for my friend?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask her first. I can’t schedule dances for her, only she can do that and I’m quite busy...”

“How about $100 and you get her to agree.” Zoey offered extending the manager the bill.

“Alright let me see what I can do.” The manager called the back and before Zoey could blink, she returned with a smile.

“Ok, I told her it was your friends birthday so the dance is on the house. I’ll help escort you two to the back.”

Zoey and the manager swung by the table to snag a protesting Bea, before shoving her down in the chair.

“I’m really am fine Zoey! I don’t want a dance!” Bea protested.

“You’ll be fine, this is the best dancer in the house. I think you’ll like her. Just sit back and enjoy.” Zoey locked the door grinning, heading for the bar.

Bea’s heart was hammering in her chest, the anticipation was about to kill her when the lights went dim and ‘Buttons’ from The Pussycat Dolls started playing.

The mysterious dancer from early appeared with a light fog as the lights began to shift around. The woman sauntered over to the poll rolling her hips suggestively in Bea’s direction, earning her complete attention.

Bea began to squirm as the woman strutted her way over and started grinding her backside on her lap. The woman took Bea’s hands and placed them on her bare breast as she continued to grind and shimmy on Bea’s lap, finally leaning forward to remove her thong. Giving Bea a tremendous look at her lower assets.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me baby. I heard it’s your birthday so I’m all yours.” The woman moaned as she fell in rhythm against Bea not really paying attention to the woman herself.

She had done so many dances she didn’t even care who the client was. She was there to dance and make money. Their appearance didn’t matter, she was just their to take their money.

But this girl felt different, she felt shy and nervous, definitely her first time.

“First time?”

“Umm yeah, it is my birthday so my friend thought this would be fun.”

The mystery dancer couldn’t help but focus on that voice, it sounded so familiar.

“Am I not pleasing enough?” The dancer teased, really grinding deep into Bea’s lap, forcing the girl to squeeze hard on her bare breast.

“Oh no. You’re perfect.” Bea moaned.

The mystery girl dropped her hood and did a beautiful hair flip, exposing her platinum blonde hair as she spun around to straddle Bea’s front.

The girl stopped immediately when she saw who her her client was. Her heart stopped and her jaw dropped. Bea, with the pause in the dance, could see through the chain veil of the dancer and nearly had a stroke herself.

“CHLOE!?” She screamed. Shock written all over her face.

“BEA?” Chloe blurted back in horror, separating herself and quickly gathering her things to run away from the humility of the situation.

Bea couldn’t understand this at all. She had to get out of that club.

“Hey Bea! How was it!?” Zoey cheered handing the blonde a drink who downed it in one go.

“Wow, that bad huh?”

“I wanna leave. Now.”

The manager sauntered over after seeing Bea return, “Well! Wasn’t that the best dance ever? Cerebus is my best dancer.”

Bea stopped to think about that name, that’s was an odd name to pick? Anyway, she pulled the manager aside to talk in private, “How long has she worked here?”

“About 3 months I think. She’s really taken this place by storm. Why do you ask? Was the dance awful? I’ll have to talk to her...”

“No the dance was perfect. It’s just, I know who she is. I go to school with her, Chloe.”

The manger sighed realizing the concern in Bea’s voice, “Ah I see. And you didn’t know she was a stripper. So I imagine it got super awkward in there huh?”

“Yeah, she just ran out and I didn’t get to talk to her.” Bea sighed.

“Well that’s super unprofessional. She shouldn’t have left even if the dance went south. I’ll have to remind her.”

“It’s ok, I totally understand, can you just tell me when she gets off?”

The manger checked her watch, “About 45 minutes.”

Bea grabbed Zoey who wouldn’t stop bugging her about the dance. It wasn’t her business to tell about what happened, at least not yet. Zoey was drunk enough anyway, Bea would just drop her off at the suite, no questions asked before walking over to the Zeta house.

Chloe slipped into the house around 2am after her shift. Trying to avoid Poppy once again and her line of questioning about why she’s been out late nearly every night for the last 3 months.

She made it to the upstairs foyer when her luck ran out as Poppy appeared from literal no where.

“Chloe, when are you going to come clean.”

“I don’t know what you’re taking about.” Chloe lied, trying not to cave.

“You’ve been coming home past midnight every Friday night for the last 3 months. You’re not at any party’s because I would have been invited. What gives.” Poppy growled.

“I’ve been seeing someone.” Not a total lie.

“Who.” Poppy squinted suspiciously.

“I’m not going to say right now. It may jinx it.” Chloe smiled entering her room locking the door in Poppy’s face.

“Chloe!” Poppy screamed as she stomped her way back into her own room.

“Phew.” Chloe sighed as she turned her lights on nearly having a panic attack when she saw Bea laying on her bed waiting.

“We need to have a talk.”

[infernalrevenge]

I’ll Cover You, My Love

Fandom: Choices - Foreign Affairs

Pairing: Ayna Seth x M!MC (Magnus Quezon)

Rating: T (for some self-deprecating stuff)

Summary: Ayna feels guilty about Magnus taking the brunt of the scandal, but he is having none of her negative talk.

Notes: Ayna betrayal plotline? Who's that? Never heard of her. That never happened. I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, here's a comfort fic for my favorite TA, because I will not take any Ayna slander, not even from Ayna herself. I would just like to say that before I locked in my scandal partner, I had such a hard time picking between Ayna and Blaine, but I went with the latter for maximum drama. Doesn’t mean I still can’t ship my current MC with Ayna though, because I can do what I want. I hope y’all enjoy!

Also hi, I know you asked to be tagged in this :P @robintora

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Ayna leaned against her hand propped up on her desk, the words on the paper she was reading starting to blur as she tried her best to stay awake. Ever since she saw the front page cover of the stupid tabloid and Magnus had been the talk of the proverbial town, she hadn’t been able to get a good night's rest as she was wracked with anger and guilt.

Anger at the people who have passed judgement on him so quickly, who decided they knew exactly what kind of person he was based on one stupid picture and the speculations not just on the company he kept, but also on his character...

...and guilt for not being there to take the fall with him. A part of her kept wondering what might have happened if she didn’t get the chance to cover her face the way she did that night. Another part wondered what would have happened if she had just come forward earlier, but Magnus quickly shot the idea down. He explained to her that it was for the best, that he wanted to protect her from the scrutiny.

"You don't have an entire PR team that can spin the story around or make sure it gets buried. This won't just ruin your image -- if you lose your job because of this, it could ruin your life. Please don't say anything to anyone. Let me do this for you, I can handle it," he told her the last time they talked in person. She knew he was just trying to reassure her, but even she can see through the sadness and stress in his eyes, despite the smile he gave then.

At the moment, she simply was not in the best state of mind, and adding to the pile the other things she had going on in her life... she was damn near close to bursting. She was just about to take another sip of coffee, desperate to stay awake, when she heard a knock on her office door. "Come in."

In popped up a familiar head of fiery red hair, his eyes seeming to dart around cautiously before realizing she was alone. A bright smile shone on his face as he came in, waving off to someone from behind the door.

"Magnus, what are you doing here?" Ayna yelped in surprise, standing up.

"I came to see you," he said like it was the most obvious thing, slowly closing the door behind him to make minimal sound.

"What, w-what if someone saw you? Someone might've tailed you o-or people might get suspicious--"

"Hey, don't worry," Magnus stepped toward her, laying his hand on top of hers. "If anyone saw me, they might just think I needed to talk to you about something -- you're also my academic advisor, after all. Plus, Tatum checked and not many other people are out there. I told him to take a short walk so people won't suspect that I’m here for too long."

"Yeah, but we need to be more careful still, I don't want you to--"

"Ayna, I promise I've got it covered, okay?" He squeezed her hand in his, and laid the other one on top. "Just trust me."

She looked up at him, sighing wearily as she let her shoulders relax and sat back down. The young man offered a smile of reassurance, taking a seat from across her desk and carrying it over to the other side to sit next to her. “So, how’ve you been?”

“Honestly? Not great,” she replied, leaning back as she glanced at her laptop screen, multiple windows and tabs opened. “This manuscript isn’t exactly easy to write,” she added with a chuckle. Working on it had been her way of distracting herself from other problems recently, but it wasn’t entirely successful. Her mind had still been brewing with “what-ifs” -- it was much easier to be told not to worry than to actually do it. But she didn’t want to dwell on herself for too long.

“What about you, though? I know the last few weeks have been...” she trailed off, looking down as she was unsure.

“It hasn’t been all bad. I did get Joaquin, after all.” Ah yes, that lynx he got at the pet store during that live interview. Ayna had tuned into it then, and she remembered her fists clenching when the host brought up the scandal unprompted. She almost wished she could have told off that nosy woman to keep out of his personal life, but the way he was able to take back control of it was quite an admirable sight.

“You wanna see pictures?” He excitedly brought out his phone, leaning closer to show her the whole album he had dedicated to the small feline.

“You’ve had him for all of two weeks and you’ve already taken, what, a hundred pictures?” She couldn’t help the amused laugh that escaped her, listening to him coo at nearly every photo he swept through -- some of Joaquin jumping around, some playing with toys, and even some with Dionne in the frame. She had to admit, the combination of the adorable pictures and the equally adorable sight of him describing each one did help lift her spirits a little.

“I can’t help being a proud papa now,” he said, stopping on the picture of the one he took of Joaquin’s first day in the suite. “He’s been helpful in... distracting me, I guess. He somehow just knows what I’m feeling, coming in to comfort me at the right time. The break from reality is always welcome.”

Magnus looked at the woman, noting how her eyebrows furrowed and the frown she wore as he talked about his experience. “Sounds like you might need a break too.”

“This dissertation isn’t gonna finish itself.”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Ayna.”

Guess he managed to learn a thing or two from the lynx then.

“I know you said not to worry about it, that you’d handle it, but...” she sighed, shrinking into herself as she avoided his gaze. “I can’t help it when it’s about you. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, having thousands of eyes watching you, like they’re waiting for you to slip up.”

The Rutherlandian reached around and wrapped an arm on her shoulders, pulling her closer. “It’s not really anything I haven’t dealt with before. In a way, I’ve kinda gotten used to it.”

“But a scandal of this proportion? That... that has to be different,” she replied, trying to allow herself to lean into him, but not feeling like she deserved his comfort. “It’s not just people waiting for you to mess up now, because they already think you have and they want to watch the whole downward spiral.”

Magnus knew she had been feeling guilty over not getting to step forward and take part of the “blame” (if one could even call it that), but he had no idea how much this was eating at her.

“I can’t help but feel awful that you’ve become the target of such harassment. It wasn’t even your fault! And your mother shouldn’t blame you for everything either, you’re just living your life!”

“Ayna--”

“And here I am. I’m not the one being swarmed by paparazzi and having personal details of my life picked at, but I’m the one who’s stressed and anxious about it. God, how fucking selfish is it of me, feeling sorry for myself when you’re the one dealing with it all. It’s stupid of me to just--”

Ayna felt her face turned up, a gentle yet firm hand cupping her cheek as she met another pair of brown eyes. Anything else she might have wanted to say died off as they looked at each other, but she felt grounded by the way his thumb caressed her cheek.

“You don’t have to feel bad for worrying about me. I love that you care,” he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. “But it’s not your fault either. What happened already happened, we can’t change that.”

I still wish I could.

The teacher’s assistant let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch as she brought her hand up to cover his. “I... don’t deserve you, Magnus.”

“No, no, don’t say that. You are kind and beautiful, and you just have-- you have such pure intentions. I know you want to weather the storm with me on this, but I’m doing this for both our sakes. I want you to come out of this safe. Even if they did somehow know it was you, I’d still be keeping you out of it. You shouldn’t have to go through what I do.”

She shook her head, her eyes starting to look glassy as she took in his words. She wanted to believe what he was saying about her, but it was so hard. She didn’t know how he could see those things in her, especially now, vulnerable as she was. She could feel her throat start to choke up, but she spoke anyway. “I wish you didn’t have to... go through it alone. This... this isn’t worth it.” I’m not worth it.

“It is worth it, because you are absolutely worth going through this for.” He started to brush away the tears that rolled down her cheek, before digging into his pockets to find a handkerchief.

“And I’m not going through this alone. I still have you here with me,” he patted her face dry gently, wanting to let her absorb the meaning of his words. He wanted her to know that he meant every word -- that he was sincere in his feelings for her. “Even if you’re not out there with me, knowing that you have my back helps give me the strength to get through another day.”

His patient reassurance lightened the burden inside, if only a little. He knew it wouldn’t be so easy to get her to believe it all, but he would make her see it someday, no matter how long it took.

“I care about you so much, Ayna. You mean more to me than you know.”

Even though it didn’t fully relieve her of the heaviness, those words struck her in a way that helped pull her out of her head. For the first time since the day started, she smiled. A genuine, loving smile through her tears, from knowing that the person she adored so deeply felt the same way about her. If earlier her heart ached with sadness and guilt, now it ached with affection and love for him.

“I care about you too, Magnus,” she said with a sniffle, clearing her throat as it came out rather soft and high-pitched. “I care about you so, so much. I just kinda wish... I could, like, smack away every paparazzo trying to get near you right now.”

Magnus laughed at her exclamation. Sure, he expected that kind of outburst from his friend Blaine, but from Ayna? It was both amusing and endearing.

“Well when we become public, maybe you could. Tatum might even help you with that,” he replied, giving her the handkerchief.

A simple word gave her pause, making her look up at him again, a hopeful glint in her eyes. “When?”

“Well yeah. I... I really like you, Ayna. And I’m not just saying that, I really do. I was kinda hoping that, one day, when things are more, uh, quiet, we could actually be... you know, like, together together.” If his arm wasn’t around her then, he would have been wringing his hands together out of nerves. Was it too soon to bring up that kind of talk? Too soon for them? What if he just jumped into this? He hadn’t even considered if she wanted a relationship yet. Wait wait, he should backtrack--

Ayna pushed forward to kiss him, hands cupping his face as she kept him close. It didn’t take long for Magnus to fall into it, returning it just as eagerly. He could practically feel her smiling against him, a light and fluttering sensation filling his stomach. After a few moments in bliss, they slowly pulled apart, a wide smile on both their faces.

“I would love to be together together with you,” she teased, earning an exasperated sigh from the First Son.

“I get the feeling you’re not gonna let me live that down, huh?”

She only laughed in response, pecking him quickly on the lips again. “Thank you for everything so far, Magnus. I hope I didn’t seem ungrateful for your protection.”

“Not at all, don’t give me that talk.” He rested his forehead onto hers, his gaze turning soft. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

Her thumb gently caressed his cheek, smiling fondly at him. “Would you... let me meet Joaquin some time?”

Needless to say, he said yes.

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(The next time Magnus visited her, he came in with an odd lump tucked in the front of his hoodie.

“You know, when I asked to meet Joaquin, I didn’t mean you had to sneak him into my office.”

“...do you want me to go then?”

“No, show me the kitten.”)

[notyourdayrdream]

Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)

Day Five, Side A: Austere

read it here on AO3

A/N: brief mention of Kurt being kissed without consent in season two of Glee

(also! for this two shot: Kurt and Blaine met at Dalton, but never dated.)

“What if we went to Coney Island Saturday?” Brittany exclaimed at their weekly potluck, completely out of the blue. Nobody had even mentioned the theme park. Though, to be fair, nobody begins half of the conversations Brittany throws them in.

For some reason, everyone agreed, even Rachel. She said taking a break from the hustle of Broadway was exactly what she needed to be ready to continue her role as Fanny on Monday.

Outvoted, Kurt reluctantly sat between Blaine and Sam on the subway ride to Coney Island, legs shaking the entire time. It wasn’t that he hated carnivals. It was the opposite, actually. When he was younger, his mom and dad took him to the Ohio state carnival. It’s one of the last memories he can fully remember of her, her long blonde hair braided back as she threw a plastic ball at a stack of milk cans. Anything for her kid, especially one who desperately wanted an oversized dragon plushie.

No, he’s nervous because he has a date at eight.

Kurt met Oliver at a coffeehouse near the Vogue office, he was the barista who served him his drink. Oliver’s number was scribbled on the receipt. It was all very cute, and his friends agreed when he told them the story.

They texted back and forth a week before Oliver asked him out. Kurt happily agreed, hoping for a calm day before getting dressed and heading out to a fancy dinner. Now though, he won’t even have enough time to shower the smell of hotdogs off his body and be on time.

So Kurt’s scrolling through Oliver’s Instagram (not at all like a creep,) when Artie pats his shoulder. “There they are,” he points ahead as the rest of his friends stumble to them, chatting animatedly about the rollercoaster they just went on.

“You know, when you said ‘let’s go on a ride,’ I didn’t think you meant the one with a huge drop,” Rachel says, gripping Santana’s arm so hard it might fall off. Her hair is wind whipped and messy.

“C’mon Rach, you could’ve sat with Kurt and Artie if you wanted,” Mercedes says from behind her, arms wrapped around Sam’s waist.

“Did you guys have fun?” Kurt asks from the bench, carefully closing the app so he doesn’t accidentally like an old photo. “Rachel looks like she just died.” This is why he didn’t go on the ride.

Blaine sits beside him on the bench, his eyes gleaming with a sort of childlike wonder. He’s a total adrenaline junkie. “It was amazing, she’s overreacting,” he whispers not-too-discreetly. Kurt giggles.

“Let’s split up,” Santana suggests. “I wanna go on another coaster, and the park closes at six. We can grab dinner after?”

“Unless you’re Sam and Brittany, who already ate,” Artie chides. His camera rests on his lap, storage filled with videos and photos of their trip.

“Hey! Cotton candy is not one of the five food groups!” Brittany sticks out a blue tongue at him, Sam does the same. Their respective partners laugh.

“I have to leave soon,” Kurt reminds the group, checking his phone another time. Five thirty-two.

“Wait, never mind guys,” Santana alerts, appearing to be suddenly anxious. “Kurt has to get his brains fucked out at eight, so we can’t have dinner.” Both Blaine and Kurt wince.

“Too far, San.” Mercedes cringes as her and Sam make their way down the boardwalk steps and to the beach. The others shake their heads in similar disgust before going their separate ways. Rachel pushes Artie to the outdoor arcade with plans to win a bagged goldfish. Brittany pulls her girlfriend by a sticky hand to the older wooden coaster.

“So…” Blaine knocks his shoulder as they walk down the boardwalk. The gel has completely left his hair throughout the course of the day, curls hanging just above his eyebrows. “Whatcha wanna do?” Kurt spies him eyeing the Wonder Wheel beside him.

He shakes his head, not waiting for the question. “No.”

“Please?” Blaine pleaded. “You haven’t been on anything this whole time.” He sidesteps a tiny toddler crying over a fallen ice cream cone.

“I didn’t want Artie to feel alone!” Kurt defends himself. Which was true, most of the coasters weren’t accessible for him, so they spent the time bonding over the grossness of carnival food and looking at footage from the day.

“We’ll Artie isn’t here now,” Blaine replies, voice dropping an octave. “So come on the ferris wheel with me.” He bats his eyelashes for extra effect. Kurt’s stomach swoops.

Blaine has a way of doing that to him. In their near five year friendship, he’s made Kurt’s stomach tie up in knots more times than he can count. He won’t deny he used to have a crush on him in high school; he was preppy and chivalrous and oh so cute in his bow ties and blazers.

Kurt pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fine,” he sighs. Blaine cheers next to him, mumbling ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou’ in the same deep voice that makes the blood rush to Kurt’s face.

Okay, maybe the crush wasn’t entirely dead. But it’s completely normal to have crushes on your friends. Friendly crushes.

Since the park is soon to close, the lines weren’t too long anymore. Kurt and Blaine move up first in line after only five minutes.

The ride operator turns to them. Her hair is bordering on orange. “You guys want an outside or inside car?” Her voice has no expression, and she looks two more button presses from quitting her job.

“Outside.” Kurt and Blaine say at the same time, followed by a quiet laugh.

She eyes them. “Alright.” She presses another button, and the outer ring of ferris wheel carts rotate downwards until an empty one comes to the bottom. “Enjoy the ride.”

Blaine and Kurt slide into the seat, sitting on opposite sides of the enclosure. The ride jerks forward and up, until they’re halfway around the ride. “Are you okay? Your face is really pale.” Blaine asks, eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Mm-hmm,” Kurt squeaks, closing his eyes to avoid looking down. Even though the car is supposed to be stationary, it rocks just a little as it moves up and down to complete its first circle.

Blaine thinks for a moment before saying quietly, “You’re afraid of heights?” He jumps a little in his seat, and the car rocks with it. Kurt’s stomach drops.

“I am!” he snaps, opening his eyes. “Stop moving so much.” The city is lit up around them, the sound of cheers from the rollercoaster whizzing by below him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Blaine stills himself. “I wouldn’t have made you go on if you had told me, Kurt!” He looks so worried that Kurt feels bad for even mentioning his fear. It’s completely irrational anyway, he doesn't even have a reason to be so scared. It’s just the fact he believes no human needs to be up one hundred fifty feet high.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” he tries to console Blaine (and himself). “It’ll be over in what, three more minutes?” He can last three more minutes. Hell, he’s lasted an hour listening to Rachel and Santana argue.

And then the ride stops. At the very top.

It takes a minute for the two of them to realize this isn’t supposed to happen. “Why’d it stop.” Kurt says. His body feels like it might melt onto the floor. “Oh my god, no.”

“We’re stuck.” Blaine groans, which, thanks Captain Obvious! Those two words are confirmation that this is actually the absolute worst day ever. “I’ll call someone.”

Rachel’s ringtone beats him to it.

Kurt can’t hear much of the conversation, but from the looks Blaine throws his way, he knows it isn’t good. He cracks his knuckles as a way to distract himself from the slight sway of the cart. Passerbys the size of ants point and look up at the malfunctioned ride.

Blaine clicks the end call button. “Okay, good news first, ” he begins, pocketing his phone. “Rachel and Artie talked to the operators, and they’re working on fixing the ride.”

“Bad news?” Kurt presses. Blaine likes to do that thing where he gives good news then bad news, but the latter is always so bad the good news pales in comparison. He’s done that ever since they met. It’s silly, but it’s Blaine, so Kurt loves it.

“Bad news is that it might take thirty minutes, maybe forty-five.” Blaine cringes from the other side of the cart, waiting for Kurt’s outburst.

“No.” Kurt snatches his phone out of his pocket. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening!” He feels tears prick at the back of his eyes. He’s gonna be late. “I’m gonna miss my date!” He groans, and yeah it may be a little over dramatic, but he hasn’t been on a date with someone in months. He was really excited.

Expecting sympathy from Blaine, he glanced over at him. He’s glaring right back at him. “What?”

“Is that really what you’re worried about right now?” Blaine says abruptly. “God forbid you miss your date.” He rolls his eyes with more venom Kurt’s seen in him ever. It freaks him out and angers him at the same time.

“Okay, what’s your problem?” He retorts, eyes narrowing. Blaine shrinks back a little at the stare, but doesn’t stop glowering.

“You’ve been going on about this stupid guy the whole day, complaining about how you have to go home, I’m so sick of it!” Blaine continues. His voice grows louder by the end.

“He’s not stupid, okay?” Kurt doesn’t know why he feels like he has to defend Oliver, but he does anyway. “And you’re the main one who wanted me to go out with him!” This whole situation is confusing him.

Blaine huffs indignantly and crosses his arms. “Maybe I don’t want you to anymore!”

“Why not?” Kurt presses. He’s never seen his best friend act like this. He almost seems jealous.

“Because I like you!” Blaine cries, eyes wet. “Jesus, couldn’t you tell?” His face is red now, flushed up to his neck.

Kurt flinches. “Please stop yelling.”

“I’m sorry.” Blaine immediately backs down, curling into himself. “I like you, Kurt. I’m sorry if that freaks you out, but I do.”

The sun is starting to set now, casting what feels like the entire world in an orange haze. The ocean to the right of them glimmers, couples walked in tandem along the shore. To the left, the skyline of Brooklyn appears austere and somber from so high up.

“How long?” Kurt says finally, eyes settling on the horizon and the rolling waves.

“How long what?”

“How long have you liked me?” He doesn’t know if he wants the answer.

There’s a pause until Blaine eventually murmurs, “Five years.”

Kurt’s heart drops. “Blaine.” Why didn’t he say anything? Oh god, this is horrible.

“I just, I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship by admitting anything,” Blaine explains, rubbing the nape of his neck. “It’s a lame excuse. But—yeah.” And he resides back into silence.

It is a lame excuse, Kurt thinks. Of course it wouldn’t have ruined anything. He had a crush on his stepbrother, for Christ’s sake. “So why did you want me to go out with Oliver so bad?”

“I thought, maybe, if you started dating someone I could get over you,” he laughs to himself. “That obviously didn’t work.”

Kurt just stares at him for a moment until he makes up his mind. “I’m coming over there.”

Blaine jerks out of his thoughts. “N-no, don’t come any closer,” he stammers. “You’ll mess up the balance of the car.” He looks terrified. Kurt can’t decide if it’s sad or adorable.

He rolls his eyes. “I won’t mess up the balance of anything.” Kurt stands slowly, holding his arms out to his sides. He takes the three steps to Blaine’s side of the car quickly to get it over with, shaking the seats. When he falls into the seat, Blaine steadies him by the waist. The touch shocks both of them, and he snatches his arm back.

They sit shoulder to shoulder, neither of them daring to move. It’s what feels like hours before Kurt takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts. “Do you remember when we first met? And I was having trouble with Karofsky? You texted me a single word. Courage.” He turns to the side. Blaine looks absolutely disheveled, sweating and curls getting frizzier by the minute. Weirdly, he looks gorgeous.

Blaine snorts. “Yeah, that word got you sexually assaulted.”

“No,” Kurt shakes his head, choosing to ignore the way his heart stops from the words. “That word saved me. You saved me, Blaine.” He would’ve never stood up for himself without that text. It got him through McKinley and Dalton and NYADA to this day.

“I’m always going to care about you. And I’m sorry I don’t… like you the way you like me. But I used to,” Kurt admits, now nervous like must’ve been. That secret was supposed to go to the grave. “And maybe I can again.”

Blaine meets his gaze, an emotion Kurt can’t quite place swirling around his eyes. “Okay.” He smiles, and though it is wavering, it’s also hopeful.

There’s a jolt, and the wheel starts turning again. It’s dark now, the sun fully disappeared below the horizon. The sky is a mix of purple and black and blue, a bruise painted among the stars. Kurt hears cheers from the other cars as they reach the ground below. “Okay.”

[20xbetterthanu]

Photograph

Blaine hasn't seen Kurt since they broke up when they were twenty. When they see one another again ten years later at a New Directions reunion party, Blaine can't help but fall in love with Kurt all over again. 

Read on AO3 here

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Blaine watched from across the room. He watched Kurt dance with Rachel, watched him dance with Mercedes. He wasn’t looking in Blaine’s direction—either he didn’t know he was there or he was avoiding him. Everyone was surrounding him, hugging him, kissing him, dancing with him. Blaine silently watched it in a corner, sipping from his drink. 

He hadn’t seen Kurt in person in about ten years. But he saw him everyday on magazines and billboards, on television. He could listen to him on Spotify, if he wanted to. None of that compared to finally seeing him in person, though. 

He looked stronger—like he’d been working out. His hair was longer. He was more confident, his every move sure and certain. He looked happy. 

Blaine was still watching him when suddenly Kurt looked up and locked eyes with him. Blaine’s immediate impulse was to avert his eyes, but he forced himself to hold his gaze. Kurt’s lips turned up in an infinitesimal smile. Blaine raised his hand to give a little wave. Kurt waved back and then turned to talk to Rachel.

The night continued, Tina pulling Blaine onto the dance floor for a few dances and polite conversation about how everyone was doing. Rachel had won her fifth Tony. Puck had been stationed in Japan for a year. Tina had starred in a movie that Artie had directed. Sam had lead the New Directions to their sixth Nationals win. Santana was a successful publicist. 

Blaine hadn’t been unsuccessful. He went back to college, studied musical therapy. He worked with children at the University Hospital where he lived. But it still stung to hear everyone else’s success, in what they all had actually wanted to do. It was never Blaine’s plan to be a therapist—his dreams didn’t come true. 

He pushed that thought to the back of his head as he was surrounded with old friends. Not the time to be bitter. It wouldn’t help anything.

He made his way to his corner again, content to watch rather than participate. Watch Kurt in particular. 

He didn’t know why the man had all of his attention. He’d dated since Kurt. He had been in a relationship with a guy named Matthew for two years  before they ended up breaking up. Blaine had wanted kids—something they disagreed on. So they broke it off. 

But Kurt—he looked like a movie star…his voice was smoother than Blaine remembered. 

Blaine began to say his goodbyes—he didn’t really want to stay much longer. He was tired and sad and just really wanted to lay down and watch Grey’s Anatomy. 

There was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, expecting Mike or Sam, but instead was greeted with Kurt. “You weren’t planning on leaving without dancing with me, were you?” Blaine just stared. Kurt poked his shoulder gently. “Blaine?”

Blaine swallowed thickly. “Okay,” he said quietly. Kurt held out his hand. Blaine took it with shaking fingers. 

They swayed slowly to the music, even though it was a moderately fast tempo song. “So how have you been?” Kurt asked. 

Blaine thought about what he wanted to say. He decided on the truth. “I’ve been alright, I guess. I work at the hospital now.”

“You’re a doctor?”

Blaine’s lips quirked up into what he hoped was a smile. “Not exactly—I’m a musical therapist. I work with little kids,” he explained. Kurt smiled.

“That’s great,” he said. “You were always great with kids.”

Blaine’s heart fluttered at the compliment. He hated it. “Thank you,” he said. 

“Dancing like this reminds me of prom,” Kurt said suddenly. He pulled Blaine a little closer. “I miss it sometimes.”

Blaine didn’t say anything in response, he just let Kurt pull him forward. He took that as his chance to breathe in his scent—against his better judgement. Somehow, after all those years, he managed to still smell he same. Blaine rested his head on Kurt’s shoulder. 

The song ended and they pulled apart. “You’ve aged well,” Kurt said. 

“So have you,” Blaine breathed. He looked around the room awkwardly. “I guess I’m gonna go now.”

Kurt nodded. “Okay.” Blaine turned to gather his bag and his coat. He was halfway to the exit when he heard Kurt call his name. He turned around. 

“Meet me for lunch tomorrow?”

Blaine hated himself for the smile that placed itself on his lips. “I—um—sure.”

Kurt smiled. “Do you still have the same number?”

Blaine fished his phone out of his pocket. “No—it’s changed…here.”

He gave Kurt his new number and then quickly made his way out of the building—finally. 

By the time he got to his apartment he was exhausted. He pushed his door open and forced his way to the bed before falling down on it face first. “You fucking idiot—why did you say yes?”

The last time Blaine saw Kurt he was crying. He was really crying, and he was angry. He was so angry—at Kurt, for breaking up with him. At their circumstances. But he was really angry at himself for letting himself get hurt. For not seeing the signs. 

Fuck it, he thought to himself. Just fuck it.

-----

The next morning Blaine woke up and quite literally rolled out of bed, not at all eager to start his day. He took a shower and washed and blow dried his hair, and combed his curls. He’d stopped putting gel in his it about four years prior—he’d just started working at the hospital and one of the children said his hair looked stupid. Ever since then he’d gone without the product—and his hair was no longer called stupid by the youths he worked with. 

He got dressed, a red polo and black pants, with a striped bowtie. He glanced at himself in the mirror before grabbing his bag and leaving for work. 

Blaine was in shock at how quickly his day had passed. Before he realized, it was 1:30 and Kurt was texting him the location. He begrudgingly clocked out for the day and made his way to the restaurant. 

Blaine hadn’t been there before—it never caught his eye—so he didn’t really know what to expect. He walked into the restaurant, looking around for Kurt. 

“Over here,” he heard, and his eyes followed the voice—and saw Kurt sitting in a corner. He was wearing a blue button down and glasses. Blaine was shocked to see him dressed like that—so casual, loose almost. Ten years ago Kurt was always so put together, so exact and formal when it came to how he looked. But now he looked relax, completely comfortable in himself, and it sort of made Blaine smile. He sat in the seat across from Kurt, glancing at the menu in the process.

“Hi,” Kurt said.

“Hello,” Blaine responded. 

It was quiet, then. Heavily so.

Kurt kept looking at Blaine with an expression Blaine couldn’t place. “So, how have you been?”

“I’ve been alright,” Blaine said. 

Apparently this answer was not enough for Kurt. “Just alright? What have you been up to?”

Blaine tried his best not to roll his eyes. He must have failed, because Kurt frowned. “Sorry—It’s been a long day.” A lie. It had been an obnoxiously short day. But it seemed to satisfy Kurt. “Well—I’ve been working at the hospital,” Blaine said. Kurt looked at him funny. “What?”

“That’s all?” 

“What else am I supposed to be doing?” he asked. Blaine felt like he knew where this conversation was going and he didn’t like it. 

“I don’t know—have you been playing anywhere? Performing?” 

Blaine took a sip from his drink. “Nope.”

The waitress came and brought them their food, then. Blaine was thankful for the distraction. It didn’t last long. 

“Have you been dating?”

Blaine almost choked on his first bite. “Um.”

“What?”

Blaine was starting to become agitated. How could Kurt sit there like that—like the last time they saw each other wasn’t traumatic and disastrous. Like they hadn’t screamed and cried and Blaine wasn’t packing up his things. How could Kurt sit there and pretend like nothing was wrong?

Blaine didn’t say anything, just took another bite of his food. “Blaine?”

Blaine looked up from his plate slowly. “Are we just going to pretend here, Kurt?”

Kurt dropped his gaze. “Are we just going to pretend that the last time we saw one another we weren’t screaming? That you weren’t breaking me into little pieces with every word?”

“Blaine—”

Blaine kept talking. “And now you’re here, and you’re so happy with your big Broadway career and your Tonys and your perfect fucking life, just rubbing it in my face—and you make me dance with you and you look so amazing and ask me to lunch and you expect me not to—”

Blaine stopped talking. He shoved his plate away and stood up to leave, fishing a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and setting it on the table to cover his portion. “I have to go—fuck, I have to go.”

“Blaine!”

But he was practically running out of the door and outside—racing to his car. But so was Kurt. “Blaine!”

“Can’t you just leave me alone? Leave me alone, Kurt!”

“Blaine, wait!”

“No. I’m going home where I won’t see you or hear you or smell you. I’m going home where you can’t fuck with my head, Kurt—you don’t get to do this. I’ve worked so hard to get over you and then you just come back—it’s not fair…it’s not fair you don’t get to—”

Lips, then. A hand on the back of his head, fingers twisting into his hair. Green eyes stared into blue ones, both of them wide in shock and then there’s pulling away and Blaine was in his car and on his way home and he was crying the entire way.

———

When it rained, it poured. 

From: Wes

Why are you on this Broadway Gossip Website? (link attached)

YOU KISSED HIM??

Blaine.

Blaine????

Blaine opened his computer and used the link Wes sent. 

“Oh, fuck.”

“Oh fuck,” Blaine said again. He looked at the headline.

BROADWAY STAR KURT HUMMEL SEEN KISSING MYSTER MAN

He closed his computer, shoved his face into a pillow, and screamed. 

———

The next day went by excruciatingly slow. Blaine was working with a particularly difficult child who never stopped crying, resulting in a pounding headache. After his time with her was up he went and found a corner sit in and attempt to just close his eyes and relax.  Of course, this didn’t happen—a co-worker came and gave him a stack of paperwork he was yet to fill out. The only good part of the day was that no one cared about Broadway enough to check the gossip blogs.

By the time Blaine made it home, he was exhausted. He took his clothes off at the door and trudged to his bedroom. He was asleep within seconds. 

He woke up to the sound of pounding on his door. He quickly put on a pair of sleeping pants and went to answer it. “Who is it?”

“Kurt.”

Oh, my fucking God. “Go away. How are you even here? Go away.”

“No.”

“Please go away.”

It wasn’t fair. Kurt showed up. He showed up with all his success and then had the audacity to dance with Blaine. Then ask him to lunch. Then fucking kiss him—plastering Blaine’s face all over shitty Broadway Blogs. Now he’s at Blaine’s door. No. He wasn’t going to break Blaine’s heart all over again. That’s how this was going to end. Kurt was going to make Blaine fall in love with him all over again. And then he was going to shatter him all over again.

“Blaine, let me in.”

“No.”

Blaine left him there on the outside of his door. Kurt began banging on his door again. “Sweet Jesus,” he murmured. He tried to ignore for as long as he could, eventually he gave in and made his way back to the door. “What do you want?”

The banging stopped. “I want to apologize.”

Blaine opened the door. Kurt looked disheveled. His hair wasn’t styled to perfection like it usually was, instead it was thrown in every direction—and he was wearing sweats. “I’m listening.”

Blaine didn’t miss how Kurt’s eyes raked over his bare torso. “I’m sorry—”

“Okay, thank you,” Blaine cut him off and moved to close the door, but Kurt stuck his foot in the way. 

“Blaine.”

“I really don’t want you to be here, Kurt,” he said. 

“I shouldn’t have kissed you.” He pushed the door, and Blaine pushed back. “Ow—are we really fighting over the door right now?”

“Yes. Go away.”

Kurt was never one to listen. Eventually Blaine gave up and let him in. He stood in front of Blaine, breathing heavily, not saying anything. “I’m sorry.”

Blaine looked at him blankly. “You already said that.”

Kurt ran a hand through his hair. “No—I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for what happened between us—I was stupid and young and I shouldn’t have treated you like that.” He looked around, searching for something. What it was, Blaine didn’t know. “God, Blaine—I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am.”

Blaine looked at him. “I’m not going to let you just waltz back into my life and ruin everything for me,” he said. “I’m not going to let you break me again, Kurt. I couldn’t sing, or play, or even get out of bed some mornings. I’m not going to let you do that again.” I’m not going to fall in love with you again, no matter how much I may want to.

Kurt nodded. “I understand.”

They looked at one another for a long time. Blaine was shaking. 

Finally Kurt looked away. “I—I should go.”

Blaine was torn. If he let Kurt leave, he knew he’d never see him again. If he let Kurt stay, there was a chance of failure and picking himself up again. There wasn’t time to think—just time to act. To decide—what did he really want? Did he want Kurt to stay?

“Okay,” Blaine said. “I guess this is goodbye.” Stay.

Kurt touched the doorknob. Turned and looked at Blaine one last time before leaving. Stay.

Blaine looked at the closed door for about ten seconds before throwing it open. “Kurt!”

Kurt turned around, eyes wide. He started walking in Blaine’s direction. By the time he reached Blaine he was visibly shaking. Blaine pulled him back inside and shut the door. “I don’t want you to leave,” he said. It was so rushed it sounded like it was just one word. “I don’t want you to leave—I want you to stay.”

“But you said—”

But Kurt didn’t get to finish because his mouth was pre-occupied. 

They kissed like that for minutes, or hours, or days. Blaine didn’t know. All he knew was that it felt the same as it did the first time. Like it was always supposed to happen. Kurt opened his mouth and let Blaine in, arms wrapped around Blaine’s shoulders. “God, Kurt,” he murmured. He pressed his body into Kurt’s until the only thing keeping them separated was Kurt’s shirt.

Blaine’s lips traveled lower, attaching themselves to Kurt’s neck, nibbling and biting and pulling sounds out of Kurt that Blaine hadn’t heard in a decade. And then Kurt was pulling at his own shirt, pulling it up and over his head and throwing it to the side. Blaine moaned, kissing at the skin of his collarbones. 

Blaine knew he very well could end up regretting what they were doing. He knew that Kurt could break his heart again. But he wanted this—he needed this. He’d been alone for so long—he’d been lying to himself for so long. 

So when they somehow stumbled into his bedroom and fell on the bed, legs entangled and hands traveling, Blaine didn’t think about it. He put the fear away and let himself be loved, feel loved. 

———

After, he kept looking over at Kurt, who was dozing next to him. He still looked the same when he was sleeping, despite the time that had passed. He was hardly hidden under the blankets, so Blaine’s eyes kept running over his form, relearning his body. He knew Kurt had gotten larger since they’d been together, but he could really see it right then. The swell of his arms, the muscles in his back. 

He grabbed his phone off of the night stand. He snapped a photo. “I bet the blogs are never going to see this one,” he whispered.

He found himself falling asleep after that, exhausted even though the day had hardly even begun.

When he woke up, Kurt was staring at him. “Hey,” he mumbled. 

“Hi,” Kurt said. He didn’t sound happy. Fear began to pull at Blaine again, twisting his stomach into knots. 

“What’s wrong?” How could you have been so stupid? Why did you let him stay? He’s just going to leave again—fucking idiot.

“Nothing,” Kurt said. He was lying—Blaine could see it in his face. He sat up, trying to get away. “Where are you going?” 

Blaine looked at him, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “I was stupid to let you stay here—oh God why did I let you stay?” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re just going to leave—you’re going to leave and I’m going to be here. I’m going to be here, alone, picking up my pieces all over again. You’re just going to say goodbye all over again.”

Kurt sat up and reached over to touch Blaine.  “Do you remember what I said to you when I left Dalton?” Blaine just looked at him. “I’m never saying goodbye to you.” 

Blaine shook his head and looked away. “I don’t believe you,” he said quietly. 

Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine’s shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. “I want to be with you.” 

Blaine looked over at Kurt, then. “How can you say that? You have everything you could ever want—”

Kurt cut him off with a quick kiss. “I don’t have you,” he said. Blaine kissed him again, pushing him back until he was laying on the bed again. 

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered.

Kurt simply pulled Blaine on top of him, hooking a leg around his waist. “I won’t.”

———

Blaine knew that eventually Kurt would have to go back to New York. 

That didn’t mean that Blaine hadn’t put it in the back of his mind—opting roll around in bed and forget that they both had actual lives. But about four days later, Kurt finally brought it up.

They had been kissing, Blaine straddling Kurt on the couch. Kurt broke the kiss and pushed Blaine away gently. “What’s wrong?”

Kurt patted Blaine’s hip. “I have to go back to New York soon,” he said quietly.

Blaine sighed. “I know.” He climbed off of Kurt and sat next to him instead, crossing his legs. “I’m using up all my vacation days.”

Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine on the forehead. “The children at the hospital need you,” he said. 

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Some of them don’t even like me.”

Kurt looked over at him, unconvinced. “You love your job.”

Blaine nodded in defeat. It hadn’t been what he’d dreamed of, but he really did like his job. He loved his kids and he loved working with them. He loved helping making them better. “I do,” he said. “I want you to stay, though.”

Kurt ran a hand through his already mussed up hair. “I know.” He took Blaine’s hand. “But I have to go.”

Blaine didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was afraid of Kurt leaving, that Kurt wouldn’t come back. He wiped away a tear that had welled up. Kurt cupped his Blaine’s face in his hands. “Hey,” he said. “I’m not letting you go. Blaine—please look at me.”

“I’m scared, Kurt,” he whispered. 

“I know,” Kurt said. “You could always come with me.”

Blaine stilled. 

“What?”

Blaine chewed his lip. “I’m grateful that you’d even consider that,” he said. “But—I need to know that this is real—that we’re going to last this time. I think if we can manage a small amount of time apart, but still remain loyal—I’ll come with you. But I can’t just abandon everything I’ve had for ten years for something that’s only lasted four days.”

Kurt nodded. “I understand.” He looked disappointed.

“A few months,” Blaine said reassuringly. “That’s all.”

“Okay.” 

And then Blaine kissed him, and that was that for the rest of the night.

———

The day had come for Kurt to leave a few days later.

“You could still come with me, you know,” Kurt said, kissing the top of Blaine’s head. 

“I know…It’s just—I need to stay here a little bit longer.” 

Kurt watched his face for a long time, Blaine knew he was searching for doubt. But for the first time in a very long time, there was none. He knew what he wanted. So he lifted his head and kissed Kurt gently on the lips. “Text me when you land?”

Kurt’s lips twist up into an almost invisible smile. “Okay.” He kisses Blaine again and then walks into the airport, turning to look back at Blaine one more time before disappearing into the sea of people. 

Blaine kept looking into the crowd, even though he couldn’t see Kurt anymore. And then he turned and went home, waiting until he knew Kurt was on the plane to send him the photo he’d been looking at every day since he’d taken it.

To: Kurt

I love you. I’ll be there soon.

[ATTATCHED IMAGE]

Read on AO3 here

[kurtstinypurse]

things you said through your teeth (klaine mini-fic)

@grassberry639​ asked me to do three of the “things you said” prompts, and so I’ll post each as their own as I write them.

(sorry, this one got...dirty)

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“You have to be quiet,” Kurt hissed in Blaine’s ear, promptly nipping at the lobe and tugging, sending a shock of pure electricity through Blaine’s bloodstream, down, down, down.

Blaine’s head fell back against the wall with a loud thud, where they were hidden in the darkest, most isolated corner of backstage.

“Baby, please, I-” he breathed shakily, still too loud, he knew, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold himself back when Kurt was pressing him into the wall in the dark, when Kurt was sucking wet, hot kisses down his neck, when Kurt was unfastening his vest and rucking his shirt up to get his hands on Blaine’s bare skin, when Kurt’s leg was slotted close and heavy and firm between Blaine’s, pressed right where he needed it to be, unrelenting, a steady promise of more to come.

But he knew, too, that there couldn’t be too much more, not when the rest of the cast was milling around, decompressing from the show and congratulating one another on a job well done, just like they did every night.

Tonight, though, was a little different for them.

It had been exactly a year - a year since they’d met, cast opposite each other in an experimental all-male stage adaptation of Moulin Rouge that worked, a year since a spark had instantly been ignited between them and had never gone out, never wavered, only strengthened in its fiery intensity.

A backstage hookup much like this one, more back in each of their apartments, and then feelings, attachment, love, home... 

It all led them back to where they began, a year later, Kurt deliciously close, Blaine infuriatingly turned on, wanting, wanting, right up against the same wall, in the same corner of the same backstage, in their same costumes, together. 

Of course, being in their costumes meant that Blaine couldn’t do exactly what he wanted to do, which was rock up into Kurt and rut against him until he came because he felt so ridiculously close already, because Kurt still made him feel like a teenager, out of control in the best possible way, entirely given over, entirely his.

And so instead of doing that, Blaine shoved his knuckle between his teeth and bit down and muffled a groan as Kurt reached between them to cup the length of him through his pants, jesus.

“I’m gonna take you back to my place,” Kurt murmured lowly into his ear, voice rough and through his teeth, sending a shiver down Blaine’s spine. “And I’m going to kiss every inch of you, and then...”

He trailed off, evidently distracted by slipping a single finger under the waistband of Blaine’s pants and trailing it back and forth, dipping lower, leaving goosebumps in its path, making Blaine’s hips jerk forward, another flash of heat going straight to twist deep in the pit of his belly.

“A-And then?” he prompted in a gasp, eyes rolling back in his head and hand falling away from his mouth in favor of reaching for one of Kurt’s and twining their fingers together desperately, in search of a tether, of a connection, of him. 

“And then,” Kurt echoed, breath going ragged as he pressed impossibly closer, allowing Blaine to feel how hard he was, too, god, Blaine wanted to go, wanted to go home, but he couldn’t move, had no control over anything but being under Kurt’s control, exactly where he needed to be.

When Kurt spoke again, Blaine’s knees nearly buckled.

“I’m going to do exactly what I did the very first night.”

Instantly, the memories flashed in Blaine’s mind, all at once like a hurricane - Kurt rolling him over onto his belly, Kurt working him open, teasing and slow, Kurt fucking into him with his entire weight over Blaine, sending him sinking into the mattress, focused on nothing but the pleasure and the closeness, Kurt overtaking him completely in the best possible ways, in every way-

Of course, Blaine had long ago lost track of how many times they’d had sex, but that first night, that first night, knowing Kurt wanted to intentionally bring it back to that, knowing that Kurt remembered it well and remembered it clearly, too...

Yeah, it was exactly what he wanted. 

“God, I love you,” he said breathlessly, voice an embarrassing broken cross between a moan and a whimper - or it would have been embarrassing if he’d had any shame left at all, but his post-show adrenaline was channeled solely into Kurt, them, this, and he was too far gone to care.

With a trembling hand, Blaine reached up to thread his fingers into the thick hair at the back of Kurt’s head, hairspray and product be damned, just needing enough purchase to be able to pull Kurt over, to find his mouth and kiss him, finally, finally, deep and dirty and with everything he had left, sucking Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth, biting gently the way he knew Kurt liked, eliciting a moan from the back of Kurt’s throat that felt like a prize, making Kurt break his own rule to be quiet, winning, winning, winning.

“I love you, too, my Christian,” Kurt whispered against his lips, barely audible but there all the same, breath warm and sweet and perfect, an abrupt tender moment anchoring their fire and passion, an ever-present undercurrent of purpose, of connection beyond anything they could truly put words to.

And suddenly, Blaine craved more of that, of being able to see Kurt, his eyes, his smile, the red of his lips and the flush of his cheeks, to be able to feel him skin to skin, to not have to think of anything or anyone else, to be home with him, even though they didn’t live together quite yet.

The feeling of home was in Kurt, after all, and it had been since their very first rehearsal, nestled in his heart and settled in his soul even before he was truly aware of it, of what it meant.

“Take me home,” he breathed out, sliding his hand down from Kurt’s hair, down his shoulder, around his waist, holding him there, just for one more moment, knowing that Kurt would do just that, knowing that he always would.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Caring for Zero; Four/Billy x reader

*Author’s note*

Wow so many updates for you guys (even though the last two have been done for years) but still. Now ever since watching 6 underground like all of you out there I have been DYING to make a Four/Billy fanfic and so this was born. Now I apologize for the laziness in the main mission idk how to write an action sequence Michael Bay style (even though it’s all action and explosions and that’s it). So I hope you all can forgive me for it.

Warnings: MAJOR swearing, like rated R swearing, ANGST, some fluff, paralysis (you’ll find out I won’t spoil it for you), explosions, cultural references.

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@plethora-of-things​

@psychosupernatural​

@waddles03​

@ixchel-9275​

@mexifangorl​

@fan-of-everything-and-nothing​

@bohemiansweede​

@simonedk​

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“But the entire perimeter is patrolled not only by guards but by air fleets.” Said Three as the entire 6 Underground was looking over the map of their next missions, well mission and a half, maybe a quarter.

“Wait an air fleet? Why the fuck would someone have an air fleet patrol?” Four snapped.

“Because the guy’s an arrogant, cheap asshole that has cause too much military abuse of power. But no worries guys we’ve got an Ace up our sleeve.” One stated proudly.

“And just who is that exactly?” asked Seven.

“To answer that question with a question of my own, how do some of you deal with the cold?”

“Wait you don’t mean….” Started Five.

“Oh I mean.” One grinned.

“You know she won’t do it.” Two stated coldly.

“I agree with Two on this One, she said she never wanted a part of this again.” Four said defensively.

“Coming from the guy that slept with her.” One snapped at him like the smartass billionaire he was.

“Okay wait, wait just who are you all talking about?” asked Seven.

“No more questions, we’re going to see her now. Pack the gas jugs and let’s go.”

With that the group were forced to packed up their stuff from their haunted house in California and headed up North to the Yukon Alaskan provenience.  When all they saw was nothing but forests, Seven just had to ask Four.

“So who exactly are we going to see? And did One really mean what he said about you slept with her?”

“Look you’ll find out soon but I guarantee she’s not gonna help us.” Four spoke with a hint of pain and heartbreak in his voice.  Eventually after another hour of driving through the endless forest, they soon came up to a cabin that stood all alone in the middle of the woods.

From the chimney smoke came up which indicated that someone was home.

“And here we are.” One stated as he got out of the jeep in front.  Suddenly jumping out from the woods was a pack of wolves.  All ranging from light tan color to pure black.

“Oh shit!” Three cried out.

“In the cars now!” screamed Two.  But before they could make a run for it, two charcoal wolves came in front of the team snarling and snapping their fangs almost telling them ‘Just try and get past us!’

Soon the pack of almost over 10 wolves surrounded the team and just circled them.  All the team members withdrew their guns but it did nothing to stir the wolves out of fear.  The pack continued to circle the group and that’s when Five said.

“Still think this is a good idea One?”

“Well I could be wrong.”

It was then one of the wolves, particularly the large white one came right up to Four.  To say that Billy wasn’t scared shitless right now, he’d be lying.  He’s done many dangerous things in his life being the ‘Skywalker’ of the group, but staring down a possibly rabid, giant wolf was something he NEVER in a million years thought he’d be doing.

The white wolf looked at Billy and sniffed him a couple of times before ceasing his snarling and walked closer to him and sniffed his leg even closer.  It was like—the wolf detected something familiar on him. It was a faint scent but it still lingered there on his pant leg.

Then something caught the wolves attention as every single one of them ceased snarling and their ears erected as they turned towards the house.  The white wolf looked back towards Billy and Billy looked down at the haunting golden eyes of the black wolf before it took off running. Followed by the rest of the pack who barked and howled away as they disappeared back into the forest.

“Okay what just……” started Seven and that’s when a voice came out from the speakers of the cabin.

“You’re lucky I let them spare you, otherwise I’d let them rip you all apart.” With that the team slowly approached the cabin and when One was the first to look inside, he saw just a few feet away a young woman with (h/l) (h/c) doing pullups on a set of monkey bars.

“Sarah Connor, from Terminator 2.” One proclaimed.  The woman then flipped herself around and just hung onto the bars and sneered.

“Fuck you’re old!” At that One just let out a fake gasped-out laugh as he mocked her.

“Fake laugh, hiding real pain.”

*My POV*

I can’t believe this guys would come back, and what’s with the new guy? Where was six? I swear if this is the new six I’ll call my children back and have him ripped to pieces.

“Whose this guy?” I asked gesturing to the gunman still holding the AK-47 in his hands.

“This is Seven.” One simply stated.

“It’s Blaine actually.” Seven or should I say Blaine answered.

“Okay I’m still not gonna get used to that. Yeah a lot’s happened since you left.” One told me.

“So what? You’re now all chummy with each other? Going to café’s together to sit on a couch like you’re a group of Friends?”

“Yep that’s our Queen of the North, heart like Ice. This past two years have not done you well socially.” Said Three.

“Like you’re one to talk Three. Our last mission in Budapest you nearly killed our target just because he wouldn’t cooperate with the kidnapping.”

“Oh and he did it again with our real mission.” Said Two.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I muttered.

“Look we came to ask for your help. Can you come with us?”

“Why would you need me One? I told you I can’t help you. Not in that way anymore.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” asked Blaine.  At that point I knew I had to show him.  Might as well get it over with.  I released my right hand and touched my watch with my nose and soon my automatic wheel chair came rolling under me.  I released my grip and landed right on my wheelchair and just stared at Blain like I was expecting the sympathetic eyes.

And there they were. His eyes widened and his jaw unclenched and dropped even though his mouth remained closed.

“Yeah, you can take a picture it’ll fuckin last longer you know.” I then took the motor handle and moved my chair towards One.  “And as I told you before, I won’t help you. I know the only reason you would come up here in person, with the whole team for that matter, is because you physically need me.”

“C’mon Zero we need our Ace back. For the new mission. It’s right up your alley and you know military corruption like no one else.”

“True but that still won’t make me help you.”

“(Y/n),” I heard Billy’s voice say.  I looked up at him and he looked at me with those kicked puppy dog eyes of his. “We need you.”

“You don’t need me. None of you do. Now please leave my cabin. I’ll give you the weapons you’ll need by tomorrow.” I wheeled out of my cabin and headed out to the backyard.

I looked out into the lake that stood by my backyard and that’s when I heard his voice say.

“(Y/n)—”

“I already told you Billy nothing you say will make me change my mind!”

“I already knew that.” I turned and looked at him and said.

“You do?” he nodded. “Then why are you here?”

“I just—wanted to see you. It’s been…..awhile.”

“Yeah, a long time since we—we’ve seen each other.” God the awkwardness you could just cut the tension with a knife.  Why did I have to fall in love with the cute green eyed thief? Why?! WHY!?

“Can’t we talk about….what happened between us?”

“Billy we talked about this.”

“No you just decided that we should end it! Why couldn’t you give me a chance to speak about how I felt!?”

“BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT YOUR FUCKING SYMPATHY BILLY!!! Every day all I kept seeing was the look of sympathy in your eyes after that day. I knew you’d try to make me stay out of sympathy, not just for what you wanted. One knew I was practically useless except for building weapons. He wants all of us on the field or none at all. Cause if you aren’t, then you’re nothing but collateral damage.”

“He’s actually started to loosen up on the rules.”

“Oh really? The day I see that is the day I can walk again, and without the help of machines.”

“(Y/n), please.” He then kneeled down beside me and gently cupped my face in his hand.  I tried to fight back his touch but I couldn’t help but swoon at finally feeling that calloused touch that I’ve missed so much. “I’m sorry okay. I never wanted you to think I was acting out of sympathy, I was—you don’t know how hard it was for me to see you in that pain. I’d give anything for it to have been me in that crash instead of you. I thought I lost you that day, but in the end I did end up losing you. I’d give anything to go back in time to that day and stop you from getting in that plane.”

As he spoke, he pressed his forehead to mine (a common form of affection the two of us did to each other) his nose gently brushing against mine.  I then felt the familiar, intoxicating taste of his lips on mine. It was a brief kiss but it still held so much love, passion and regret behind it.  He then kissed my cheek, then my jaw, but just before he could kiss my neck I stopped him and rolled away snapping out.

“NO BILLY! Don’t! You can’t just—kiss me and expect everything to be okay! I already told you…..it’s over. So please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” His eyes were full of pain as he looked at me in shock.

“As you wish.” Damnit why say that? He knew that was our secret code for ‘I love you’.  And with that he just walked away.  I sniffled and wiped the tears that were starting to form in my eyes away.  I then heard a soft grunt at my side and there I saw my white wolf mixed German shepherd “Ghost” standing beside me.

He whimpered and sniffed my hand and licked it comfortingly before placing his head down on my lap. All the while he let out another whimper as he looked up at me with those haunting yet beautiful golden eyes.

“Oh Ghost.” I stroked through his thick white fur and I told him. “I know you smelled me on him. But I can’t go back to him. He—deserves better than a handicapped.”

“So you do still care about him?�� we both turned around, Ghost snarling defensively as we turned and saw Blain standing behind us just a few feet away.

“Ghost Platz!” He turned toward me and using his former commands that he once learned as a K9 officer, he obeyed immediately.

“You taught a wolf K9 commands?” asked Blaine.

“He’s a wolfdog actually. All those dogs you saw were in some degree a species of wolf dogs. From mixed huskies or German shepherds like Ghost here, to the traditional Czech wolfdogs.”

“So what you just—rescued them?”

“Some. Others I found as puppies at the puppy mill just half an hour away from here. I found them, busted them out and raised them. But of course I kept my distance because of the wolf blood within them. What people don’t seem to understand with wolfdogs is that they are just dogs that look like wolves. But they are also half wolf too, and sometimes that trumps the dog half within them. Two different species colliding together trying to overcome till one just takes over whether dog or wolf. And when the wolf takes over, people reject it. Fear it.”

“You say that like you’re talking from experience.” I grinned.

“You could say that. My team didn’t call me ‘Bad Wolf’ for nothing.”

“You mean the others?”

“No. My old team, my flying team. Before I got this job I—was an officer in the US Air Force. Officer (Y/n) “Bad Wolf” (L/n).”

“Wait. I think I heard about you from a former friend of mine. Carol Larson.”

“Ahh good old Carol. How was she last time you ever saw her?”

“She seemed fine. Last I knew she was gonna have a baby.”

“Ahh my older sista from another mista. That girl taught me everything I needed to know. I became the female Maverick thanks to her.”

“Now I hope you don’t mind me asking but from one Military officer to the other, was it a field mission that—”

“Oh no this? Nah this was from working with those sons of bitches you’ve got roped in with. Can’t say I blame them, hell none of us saw it coming.”

“What exactly happened?” I sighed heavily and turned towards him.  Sensing my distress and anxiety, Ghost came up to me and placed his head back on my lap and I explained.

“It was while we were still looking for information on the Turgistan dictator. One of our quarter missions. I was the eye in the sky for the team to take out any in coming police choppers or dick face’s military birds. I was having the time of my life, taking down one bird after the next. I was on point, before I knew it I had a bandit at my six. I tried to shake it off but it wouldn’t get off, nothing I did deterred it. Next thing I knew I was flying dead stick.”

I lowered my head remembering that horrible day like it was yesterday.  It’s true what they say about PTSD.  It never leaves you, even when you’re no longer part of the military.

“As you know One was gonna leave me out there, the entire plane was leaking of fluid and gas. It was gonna blow, but—for some miracle Billy managed to find me and he—pulled me out of the wreckage just as the plane blew up. Next thing I knew when I woke up, I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. At first I thought Five had to amputate my legs. Then again I wish she had.” I chuckled icily. “L3-L4 spinal injury, been paralyzed from the waist down for the past two years.”

“But you should be thankful that you’re alive.” Said Blaine.

“Is it really worth living when you have to look down at your feet and be reminded that they are useless. Like I said, I wish Five had amputated them. So that way I wouldn’t have to fucking look down at these useless mother fuckers and be reminded of my screw up! And Billy he—”

“Deserved better. Yeah I heard that, but did it ever occur to you that he would rather want you alive than to see you dead that day? On the way up here he just got this heartbroken look in his eyes. And I know he tries to hide it but I’ve seen the picture of you two together in his trailer.”

“Oh my god I thought I told him to burn that picture.”

“Billy loves you (y/n). And he still seems to.”

“I wish he didn’t.”

“Why is that?”

“Because after my accident I can’t give him what we once had. I’m just dead weight to him at this point. A Zero. And nobody cares about Zero.”

“He does. But then again I guess that is you. So if you wanna sit here in self-pity licking your wounds, that’s fine by me. But if you’re as good as One says you are, then prove that not even losing the ability to walk can’t stop you.”

“You know you speak as if this is from experience yourself. What branch were you from soldier?”

“Army. Delta Force.”

“Huh, and just what were you to them?”

“Sniper.”

“Ohh well look whose special. Got a Hawkeye on the team now.” Blaine grinned softly.

“Yeah. Survivor’s guilt is a bitch so I know about military corruption too. What it’s like for you to try and do your own thing but your superiors won’t do that. So if you can find it in your heart to save those soldiers under Hassan’s ruling from making the biggest mistake of their lives, then come with us. Or like I said just sit here and wallow like a wounded dog. Your choice Officer (l/n).” he saluted me before walking off.

*3rd Person POV*

After the failed attempt at getting their Ace back, Two asked as they arrived back at the cars.

“So now what? We knew she wouldn’t help us, so what do we do now?”

“We still stick with the plan and hopefully those weapons she gives us tomorrow won’t fuck us over.” One stated as he got back in the front car.  As Billy and Blaine got in the second car, Blaine couldn’t help but notice the heartbroken expression on his face.

“She’ll come around.”

“I doubt it. Two years and she still doesn’t want to see me.”

“Every soldier goes through grief differently. But when she snaps out of it, she’ll be back, and she’ll need you when she does.” He gave Billy a brotherly pat on the shoulder as Five drove them out of (y/n) home and they drove all the way back to their home base.

The next day the weapons arrived from (y/n) and so the team decided to go on and move forward with the mission so they were on their way to Iran through one of One’s personal jets.

After awhile they arrived just a few miles away from where their target, Iranian military General Hassan Yazin was currently residing in his home palace just behind the Iranian military station.

“I still can’t believe this guy would choose the build his palace behind a military station.” Said Three.

“Look the quicker we’re in the quicker we’re out.” Snapped Four.

“I don’t know something doesn’t feel right here, usually a military base wouldn’t allow anything not even a jet to land within 100 miles of their base perimeter. So how were we able to get close enough?” asked Seven.

“I don’t know, but I prefer not to question it. Four’s right the sooner we get him, the sooner this mission is done. And I don’t want any fuck ups like what happened on our first mission.” One said.

“Okay fine, fine.” And with that the team moved forward.  Quick as they could they raced towards the base towards the first hiding spot they could find which was a tank.

“Alright I think I can make it to the east side of the tower and get a clear viewing of Hassan’s palace but I’ll need backup.” Seven said.

“Three and I got you covered till you clear it.” Two told him.

“You know I’m beginning to agree with Seven. I mean we haven’t even seen a single guard on patrol. And usually we run into some by now.” Said Five.

“Again not questioning it! Now get into your positions.” At that point the team started to move forward.  Seven raced towards the tower with Two and Three covering him in case of an ambush. Once they cleared the tower, Seven proceeded to scale up the tower thanks to the tools designed by Zero.

But just as he was about halfway up the tower, suddenly the sound of a jet flew right over head.  However it wasn’t just any jet or plane for that matter, it was a C-5 Super Galaxy.

“Ahh shit!” Seven swore.

“Motherfucker!” swore One.

‘Did you all really think I would make it easy for you?’ through the speaker’s Hassan’s voice rang out.

“Shit, he knew we were coming for him.” Two snapped.

‘Now I may not know who you six are exactly, but it seems you all are of unimportance. So your death wouldn’t even matter. Especially if it were from shall we say…..an accidental base explosion.’ The Galaxy C-% opened up and soon about 20 jets flew out of it and began to circle around the base.

Then faster than anyone could blink, all 20 jets rained fire down onto the base.

Seven scaled down the tower as fast as he could but was soon caught in the explosion and fell the rest of about 6 feet from the ground before he, Three and Two made a break for it before the tower could crush them.

Meanwhile One, Five and Four tried to find cover but every step they were blocked off by an exploding blaze of fire.  They knew they were majorly fucked.  With this constant rain fire, One knew there was no way he or his team was gonna get out of this alive.  As he managed to crawl

From his palace, General Hassan Yazin watched with pride as his military force rained fire on the supposed coup were now nothing but ants ready to be disintegrated one by one with each shots each of his jets dished out.

But suddenly the ships stopped firing down at the six members and changed their firing from the ground to further out into the sky.

“What the hell? Lieutenant what is going on?” he snapped into the commlinks.

‘Sorry General, our radars have detected something from the upper atmosphere.’ His Lieutenant spoke out.  Peeking out from their hiding spots, all the members just looked up confused.

“The hell are they shooting at?” muttered Two.  But it was then they saw it.  Something came right out of the clouds and it turned out to be a Grumman F-14 Tomcat was heading straight for the giant C-5 Super Galaxy.  The Tomcat soon then just rammed into the side of the C-5 like it was nothing as it exploded.

It was soon the team began to realize that this was a very familiar Tomcat that circled back around towards the underbelly of the C-5 and it was at that point Three laughed manically as he cheered out.

“OH YEAH KAMIKAZE!!” The tomcat once again went through the C-5 from bottom to top and the explosion boomed like a firework as the team were in awe.

“God I love that psychotic bitch.” One said in awe. While Billy couldn’t help but smile and laugh ecstatically.

“That’s my girl.” He muttered softly.

*My POV*

As I shot back up over the roof of the C5 Super Galaxy jet, I watched as it fell to the ground in a grand overture of explosions knowing that not only that giant ship was now gone, but the rest of the artillery inside was gone too.  I knew the team was dealing with more jets than they had out there, so I downsized the problem.

Because no one messes with my family.

“You guys take care of the General and his ground fleet. I’ve got your back on the aerial ambush.”

‘It is good to see you again Zero, cutting it kinda close aren’t yah though?’ One’s voice spoke through my radio.

“C’mon One you knew I was one for dramatics. Plus you gotta admit I looked like Captain Marvel back there.”

‘God you and Four with your millennial references.’ I grinned smugly.

‘Glad to see you’ve come to your senses Zero!’ I heard Blaine say.

“Thank me once you guys get that son of a bitch in his palace. You all finished one mission without me, I intend to see this one to the end.”

‘You got it. Care to be our eye in the sky?’

“It’d be my pleasure sniper.” I then pulled the accelerator and my Tomcat took off.  I flew after the jets that were still out that didn’t get caught in the C-5’s takedown and had them chase after me, leaving my friends alone down there.

So far I managed to take five of the 20 jets so far and nearly got shot out of the sky by a few others.  But it wasn’t until I saw Billy was in trouble from not only the ground assault but the incoming aerial attack he didn’t know was coming right at his front.

‘Billy 12 o’clock!’ I proclaimed as I chased after one of the jets and fired at ready.

*Billy’s POV*

I heard (Y/n)’s voice in my earpiece and I saw one of Hassan’s jets heading right for me.  Just before I knew I was a goner, the jet exploded right before my eyes and I watched as (Y/n)’s tomcat flew right past me.  Up and down I saw her fly with ease and grace taking down each plane in her sight.

Even when some of Hassan’s soldiers tried to take down her plane, she fired at them blowing the ground from beneath them.  Doing her famed loop-de-loops and even going in between a tag team of jets forcing them to lose control before firing at them before they could get the chance to recover.

As I fired at any soldier nearby I could help but cheer for my baby. As he place flew right over me once again I couldn’t help but cry out.

“TOM CRUISE DOESN’T COMPETE WITH YOU LOVE!!!”

‘Damn straight he don’t!’ She cheered.  I widely grinned and shook my head at seeing her in her element.  She really was like a Falcon in the air, but a She wolf on the attack.

‘Hate to interrupt the little love fest going on here but can we please focus back on the mission? Four I want you, Three and Two to head into the mansion and get that slimy son of a bitch before he tries to deck out.’ One’s voice rang out.

“Got it.” I then raced on ahead with Two and Three coming right beside me and the two of us entered the mansion.

For some reason and I have no idea why but Hassan barely had any guards left to protect him inside which was suspicious to me.  After I had just taken down a guy along the upper hallway near where Hassan’s room was said to be, I looked out the window to see Hassan trying an escape attempt through a chopper.

“Fuck!”

‘What’s going on Four?’ Five asked.

“He’s making an escape in a chopper.”

‘Not for long he won’t.’ (y/n)’s voice said.  Soon enough I saw her flying in and with just a few dropped bombs I saw the fireworks blow up his chopper.

“Two, three he’s outside let’s go!” I slid down the railings before successfully landing on the ground and we raced out the backdoor.  There I saw the rest of the team surrounding him, my girl’s Tomcat having an addition to it as she now aimed a GAU-17A machine gun aimed right at Hassan.

He turned towards us and he must’ve known he couldn’t win.  Wow what a pussy.  He surrendered right then and there and we exposed him to the Iranian President with the recorded confession Two got out of him.  Soon the news blew up with News about the military corruption Hassan had played in the Iranian government.

And with that another mission concluded and we all once again went our separate ways, except (y/n) and I.

*My POV*

After the mission, Billy and I went back to my cabin because the two of us deserved to talk about what happens now since I’m officially back in the game.  Billy and I were lying on my bed and the two of us were staring at each other, our hands softly and occasionally brushing up against one another’s.

“You were right Billy.” He grinned and said.

“I know I’m right.”

“I’m trying to be sincere here, don’t push it.”

“You’re right, you’re right I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t give you a chance to explain because—well I thought you could do better than me. You know that I—can’t perform well anymore so I’m basically a rag doll from the waist down. How could you love someone like that?”

“For one thing that girl’s got a whole lot more to offer than just the incredible sex we used to have together.” He tipped my chin upwards so that I was caught once again in the spell of those enticing green eyes. “Love the sex was just a plus from you. What I really fell in love with was your wicked sense of humor, you’re a fucking badass pilot, you’re beautiful inside and out, and even when you fall down like shit on the ground, you pick yourself up and brush yourself off and keep moving forward. Like today for example, you didn’t let your paralysis stop you from flying that plane and taking down a C-5 Super Galaxy. A fuckin C-5, do you know how big those things are?”

“75.53m in length, 19.84m in height and wingspan of 67.91m.”

“See? Even your brain is beautiful love.” He praised as he cupped both sides of my face.  The two of us smiled as I felt his thumbs brush against my cheeks.  “You see love, there is so much I loved about you. That I still love about you. So can we—pick up where we left off?” I thought about it and I said.

“Will you still make me those warm pancakes in the morning?” he laughed and said.

“I will make you pancakes for every single meal if it means that we can be together again.”

“Okay I’ll take you back.” He cheered and leaned forward and began to frantically kiss me all over my face.  I giggled as he was now starting to act like Max, my youngest pup who was such a lovebug even after the hell his owners put him through.

“Oh you won’t regret it love, I promise! I’ll help take care of the dogs, I’ll help with the chores, I’ll be your workout buddy, I’ll even push your wheelchair around—no screw it I’ll carry you from place to place.”

“Billy, I’m paralyzed but not incompetent.”

“Oh c’mon love, please let me just spoil you. Just this once please?” he cooed out as he pouted his bottom lip out and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes again.  I groaned and said.

“Fine. But you can carry me only once a month.”

“Seven times a week.”

“Twice a month.”

“Ten times a month.”

“Billy!” I laughed.

“Okay, okay fine. Three times a month, that’s as low as I’ll go.”

“Twice a month.” I confirmed again.

“Okay. Twice a month.” We then kissed each other to seal the agreement.  “Why must you be so cute in order to get your way?”

“Not my fault.”

“No I think it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.” It was then he gave my sides a quick tickle which made me jerk up and take his hands in mine.

“No don’t do that!” I laughed.

“Why can’t I?”

“Because you know what tickling does to me, and I’m at a disadvantage now that I can’t kick you away anymore.”

“Oh really? Well then I think I may be tempted even more.”

“Billy!”

“Okay, okay I won’t tickle you. Yet.” I groaned and punched his arm which made him groan in pain. “Ow what the fuck that was hard!”

“Oh you big baby it didn’t hurt that bad.” He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me to pull me in closer to him.

“God I love you.”

“I love you too. And I really did miss you Billy, really.”

“Of course you did.”

“Don’t push it.” He smirked before capturing my lips with his again.  This time our kiss deepened as I felt him cup the side of my face. When air became a desperate thing, he separated from me and our breaths intertwined with each other’s.  “God I’ve missed kissing you.”

“How do you think I’ve felt?” he kissed my cheek and snuggled close to me.

“So you—you don’t mind if we don’t…..”

“(Y/n), it’s fine. The sex was just a plus with you. I don’t mind just cuddling close with my best girl.” He lay down and pulled me close so that my head was resting on his chest and I felt him stroke my back, specifically my lower back where my L3-L4 spinal points were located at.

“So you don’t mind having a paralyzed girlfriend?” I asked him.

“So long as that paralyzed girlfriend is you. I’m always gonna love you (y/n) no matter what. Never, ever doubt that.”

“I—I think I may need to be reminded again.”

“I’ll gladly tell it to you a million times a day if it’ll get you to understand.” I felt him kiss the crown of my forehead lovingly and I breathed in his intoxicating scent that I always found addictive.  His cologne mixed with a bit of sweat from his parkour scaling.  I closed my eyes and buried my face into his chest and embraced my love once again for the first time in two years.

“I love you Billy. My King of the skies.”

“And I love you (y/n), my Queen of the skies.” And with that the two of us fell asleep together holding each other close and exchanging kisses every now and then.

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian one-shot - “Join Me for Dinner” (Rated M)

Sebastian Smythe, now a famous French chef, sets his sights on wooing Kurt. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Sebastian hopes that’s right ... and he has the perfect meal in mind. 

(I actually wrote this a while ago. Had an urge to reblog it, and couldn’t find it for the life of me. So here it is :) Warning for mention of cannibalism. Just gonna put that out there. )

Read on AO3.

Kurt watches Sebastian light the candles on the table and smiles, waiting for his host to sit before digging in to the mouthwatering meal spread out before him.

“You know,” Kurt says, fiddling with the edge of the scalloped tablecloth, “I’m glad you wore me down. These past two weeks have been amazing.”

Sebastian smirks, flicking the lid to the silver Zippo in his hand shut and shoving the lighter into his pocket.

“I’m just glad that after all this time you were finally willing to give me a chance.” Sebastian takes his seat across from Kurt and meets his gaze through the row of lined white tapers.

“I’m never going to believe for a second that you spent all that time at Dalton flirting with Blaine just to get my attention,” Kurt teases, his eyes darting down momentarily to the sumptuous dish of food waiting for him to take the first bite.

“I was, whether you believe it or not,” Sebastian admits with a shrug, pulling up his napkin and motioning for Kurt to do the same.

“Well, you’re full of surprises,” Kurt comments, rolling out his silverware and licking his lips, unaware of how carefully Sebastian watches him. “I would have never pictured you becoming a French chef.”

Sebastian grabs the bottle of wine from the center of the table and opens it, standing again to present it to Kurt.

“A Rare Red Four Grape Blend for your approval, monsieur,” he says as he pours Kurt a generous glass.

“Why, thank you, monsieur,” Kurt answers back, lifting the full glass in a toast. “Votre santé.”

“Votre santé,” Sebastian returns, raising his own glass in a toast. Kurt sticks his nose in the glass and sniffs, letting the aromas of chocolate and black fruit fill his senses before taking a sip, letting the alcohol slowly fill his mouth, wash over his tongue, and tingle down his throat.

“That’s smooth,” Kurt says with a sigh. “Sweet, but peppery.”

“You have an amazing palate.” Sebastian sits back in his seat, his eyes glued to Kurt’s mouth as he takes another sip. “You should come with me to California. If you’re a good boy, maybe we can visit the Scotto Cellar where this hails from.”

Kurt blushes, biting his lip as he looks back down at his plate.

“You know, Culinary Trends magazine calls you the ‘Prince of Presentation’,” Kurt says, swiftly changing the subject, “and they’re not wrong. This looks absolutely gorgeous. How am I going to eat it? I mean, how did you even come up with this design? It’s exquisite.”

Kurt can’t keep his eyes off the symmetrically sliced meat, perfectly blackened and drizzled with a thick, savory smelling brown sauce. It’s a relatively simple meal, but it’s the intricate details that put the overall appeal over the top.

“Well, the pearls around the edge are completely edible,” Sebastian points out with the tip of his steak knife, “and I chose them because they remind me of your beautiful, smooth, flawless skin.”

Sebastian lifts one onto the edge of his knife and offers it to Kurt. Kurt blinks down at it and swallows hard. His eyes dart back up to meet Sebastian’s dark, hooded gaze, and Sebastian can see a flicker of fear.

“Go ahead,” Sebastian purrs. “Trust me. Walk on the wild side.”

Kurt smiles, a grin that twists from scared to sultry with just a blink, and Kurt slips the knife between his teeth, letting the pearl drop off the sharp tip into his mouth. Sebastian moans when Kurt bites into it with a loud crunch, watching Kurt’s mouth move as he devours it greedily.

“Excellent,” Sebastian whispers. “Now, the silver beads are also edible, and they remind me of your stunning eyes.” Sebastian collects a silver bead onto his knife the same way, and this time Kurt sucks it off without a second thought, time closing his lips gently around it, the color of Sebastian’s eyes deepening immediately as he watches.

“And the orchids…” Sebastian reaches across the table and plucks one of the vibrant white and purple flowers off the meat, whispering in a voice that is dangerous and rough, full of restrained lust, “represent the parts of you…the soft, intimate parts of you that I am dying to taste…”

He leans across the table and drags the petals of the flower across Kurt’s lips, and this time Kurt moans, letting his eyelids flutter shut and chasing the flower with a sweep of his tongue. Sebastian grins wickedly when he sees Kurt shift in his seat, crossing his legs beneath the table.

“S-so…this whole meal…is about me?” Kurt stutters, opening his eyes again to find Sebastian still staring at him with that same hungry, unabashed stare.

“You and only you,” Sebastian says, gesturing to the plate with a flourish of his hand. “The cut of meat, the sauce, the decor…it’s all about you. No one…and I mean no one else will ever eat this meal.”

Kurt would have laughed if not for the sinister look in Sebastian’s eyes that told Kurt every word he spoke was the truth.

“Please,” Sebastian pleads, “take a bite. Let me watch you enjoy.”

Kurt lifts his knife and fork in almost trembling hands as he cuts through the meat. It’s tender, pulling apart, melting like butter beneath the metal of his knife. He skewers the small portion and runs it through the sauce once, taking his time, drawing out the seduction, all too aware of Sebastian’s eyes on him, his hands gripping onto the edge of the table as he waits, watching Kurt lift the fork to his lips to take the first bite.

The meat slips between his lips, onto his tongue. The combination of sweet and savory tingle his taste buds, and Kurt whimpers.

Sebastian watches Kurt chew; watches how the beautiful, long column of his throat works as he swallows; how Kurt’s eyes darken with the effects of the Burgundy in the sauce.

“Oh, Sebastian,” Kurt sighs, breathless, “that’s…that’s like a kiss…or…it’s just…”

“Excellent,” Sebastian whispers again, lifting his knife and fork to take his own bite.

***

“Thank you, Sebastian,” Kurt says, breathless after the amazing meal. “That was incredible.”

“I’m glad you appreciate my creations so much.” Sebastian takes Kurt’s hand and walks him to the door. “It’s nice to have someone to cook for.”

“You cook for thousands of people,” Kurt says with a laugh.

“True,” Sebastian agrees, “but I only create for you.”

Sebastian take Kurt’s hand in his, lifting it to his mouth, and presses his lips to the soft skin. Kurt’s eyelids narrow, his cheeks pinking furiously. He wants so much more than Sebastian’s lips brushing against just the back of his hand. Sebastian straightens, and Kurt surprises him, stepping forward and kissing him, capturing his lips gently, sliding their mouths together. Sebastian wraps his arms around him, holding him close, breathing him in and slipping his tongue into his mouth, taking a lazy moment to taste him.

“You know,” Kurt says, talking quietly against Sebastian’s mouth, “I would love to join you in California…if the offer stands.”

Sebastian smiles so Kurt can feel it against his skin.

“You know it does,” he says, kissing Kurt again, kissing him more, talking between presses of his lips and searching sweeps of his tongue. “It will be amazing, I promise. We’ll drink wine, and I’ll cook for you every night.”

“Mmmm, I can’t wait.”

Kurt kisses him again – one last, longing kiss to say good-night on; a kiss to remember him by.

Sebastian hums when Kurt finally finds the strength to pull away and say his last good-bye.

“What is it?” Kurt asks, watching Sebastian lick his lips.

Sebastian leans into Kurt’s ear, nibbling his earlobe gently and sighs, “You taste delicious.”

Kurt bites his lip and backs away, taking one last look at his gorgeous boyfriend, holding his hands as long as he can, fingertips sliding out of reach.

“Good-night,” Kurt says again.

Sebastian watches Kurt get into his Navigator, start his car, and drive away.

The words sink in.

Kurt is going with him to California.

This is it. This will definitely be the trip that seals the deal, and Sebastian can’t wait.

He sees a future for him and Kurt – traveling around the world, visiting exciting locales, sampling wines, making love under the stars.

He wants desperately to make Kurt see it, too.

This trip to the West Coast is the first step, and it needs to be special; needs to be perfect.

Sebastian drops down on his couch and takes out his iPhone, dialing his number one supplier.

“Hey, Sebastian!” Chandler’s voice sings over the line, the name sounding long winded and whiny in Chandler’s nasally voice, ending with an unnecessary pop on the final ‘n’. “How was dinner with your man?”

Sebastian relishes the sting of jealousy in Chandler’s voice. So many times Chandler thought that Sebastian would fall in love with him, but he was just a stepping stone in helping him get Kurt.

“Our little friend Azimio turned out a lot better than I had hoped,” Sebastian says.

“Thank God!” Chandler groans dramatically. “I was afraid he was going to turn out a little tough.”

“Nope, not at all. Not after I cooked his ass for twelve fucking hours. And Chandler…the wine…” Sebastian shakes his head and chuckles. “How in the hell did you manage to find the perfect vintage to compliment ‘aging athlete’?”

Chandler makes a high-pitched whining sound and Sebastian knows the compliments are working.

“It’s just a talent, I guess.”

“Well, it’s a good one,” Sebastian says condescendingly.

“An indispensable one, I hope,” Chandler hedges, his voice suddenly meek and small. Sebastian rolls his eyes, knowing what Chandler’s hinting at.

“I’d never eat you, Chandler,” Sebastian says with a note of exasperation. “I need you too much. Besides, there’s nothing on that ass of yours to eat anyway.”

Chandler chuckles in a way that disgusts even Sebastian.

“Are you ever going to tell him?” Chandler asks.

“Nope,” Sebastian says quickly. “And neither will you, or bony ass or no you’ll end up a fucking side dish. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Sebastian,” Chandler sputters nervously. “Don’t be silly. I was just curious.”

“Good.” Sebastian hovers close to the phone as if Chandler is actually there to witness the gravity of Sebastian’s revelation on his face. “Okay, now I want you to listen carefully, Chandler, because this is important. I have an extra special trip coming up. I’m taking Kurt to California with me.”

“Ooo la la!” Chandler chirps.

“Ooo la la, indeed,” Sebastian says. “So, I need bigger this time.”

“Bigger?” Chandler asks, sounding thoroughly perplexed. “You’ve already served him Dave and Azimio. They were, like, the biggest bullies at McKinley. Who else are you going to find bigger than those two? Especially out in California?”

“Think about it, Chandler.” Sebastian stands from the couch and paces anxiously. “I need to make a statement without saying a word…I need you to get me…Blaine Anderson.”

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99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #15

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

[Ao3]

This chapter's style is a little different, cause I found it funny. I couldn't get a screencap of it - but if you stop Sexy at 13 minutes, 41 seconds, you'll see all eleven ladies in a row.

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The Ladies of Crawford Country Day (Sexy) 

What the Ladies of Crawford Country Day are really thinking during the Dalton Academy Warblers’ performance of Animal:

Jessica: There are so many hot boys from Dalton Academy. I wonder how easy it would be to hook up with all of them?

Ashleigh: Jess is totally gonna hook up with, like, half of these guys. I wonder if she can throw me a bone. The round-face guy is super cute - I could totally hook up with him. If he’s not, like, gay or something. Oh, fuck, he’s probably gay.

Emily: I wonder how many of them are gay? I wonder how many of them have hooked up with each other? Oh my god, this is such a great inspiration for my next Sherlock/Watson High School AU I’m writing. My readers online are going to love the whole prep school thing set in London…

Samantha: Blaine Anderson can get it. He can get me any time he wants. We would be so hot together. Yeah, I would make him scream so hard. Bring it, Anderson. You sell that scream-worthy sex-appeal. Work it, baby, work it for me.

Sarah: I am so over this blatant and, frankly, misogynistic attempt to get validation. Of course girls are going to think you’re hot. That’s what the uniforms and perfectly coiffed hair is trying to sell. And those fake, schmoozy smiles? I’m not falling for the schtick, boys. We are better than this, ladies. We shouldn’t be here - we should be out protesting this disgusting display of macho-ism. And a foam machine? Really? Isn’t that a little overkill? God, they’re totally falling for it, aren’t they? Typical.

Taylor: I don’t really understand the foam machine and bouncy balls, but the bubbles are so much fun!

Hannah: Is anyone else catching the weird kid doing kicks and strange faces? Just me? I shouldn’t laugh. Okay, I’m laughing, but I’m laughing with him. I think. This is a comedy bit, right?

Amanda: Oh my god, he looked right at me, I think I might faint. I’m totally giving him my phone number. You’ll just have to pick me off the floor first. Oh, I wonder if I actually faint one of them will try giving me CPR, hmmm.

Liz: I’m pretty sure this is the abandoned warehouse where that guy was murdered with a machete. There haven’t been any ghost sightings here, right? I am so not being here after nightfall.

Kayla: This isn’t doing anything for me. Should I be concerned? Oh god, maybe I’m a lesbian.

Meghan: ...Oh, oh...I want some more...Oh, oh...What are you waiting for...What are you waiting for...Say goodbye to my heart tonight...

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The Vacation (Kamilah & Amy) - Part 2

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Last part:

Amy:

“And I was always thrilled to make out on airplane… I think I need help with something in toilet… Care to join?”

Amy smirk at Kamilah and slide her hand to Kamilah side. Kamilah raise an eyebrow. Kamilah eyes flash in red for second.

Kamilah:

“Lead the way.”

Amy stand up and pull Kamilah by hand. Amy look in every direction so noone cant see them when they enter the toilet. Kamilah turn to door and lock them.

Amy push Kamilah against the door. Amy’s hand wondering at Kamilah belly.

Kamilah:

“Hmm, my dirty, dirty girl.”

Kamilah tries to escape, but Amy hold her hand above her head.

Amy:

“Shh… This trip is about making you feel good. Starting…”

Amy unbutton Kamilah’s pants and slightly touch her abdomen. Kamilah gasp, lean her forehead to cold material of the door. Try to gain some self-control... Amy turn Kamilah around, so she can face her and kiss her hungrily. By one hand still holding Kamilahs hands above her head and with other…

..

..

..

With other hand squeezing Kamilah’s side. Amy move to Kamilah’s jaw line, continues to Kamilah’s earlobe and bite hard. Kamilah arch to Amy with the growl.

Kamilag:

“When i take my hands to you, you will ... - aaah”¨

Amy tease Kamilah’s center thru her pants, lightly and yet it drives Kamilah crazy.

Amy:

“I very much hope so. But now...”

Amy pulls Kamilah out of her pants and underwear, throw her blazer to ground and rip her shirt in half. Than trace her nails over new revealed skin.

Kamilah shudder and her eyes change to crimson red. And said with shaky voice.

Kamilah:

“Amy just fuck me, I can’t handle this anymore.”

Amy:

“Alright my love”

Amy sink to here knees, pul Kamilah’s legs apart, let one of Kamilah’s leg relax on her shoulder. Then she start workship Kamilah. She suck her, lick her... Circling around Kamilah’s clitoris. With her hand squeezing her butt, another hand press on Kamilah’s stomach to hold her still.

Kamilah moan loudly, Amy stop and look at Kamilah directly.

Amy: “

You need to be quiet, in other way they ban us for next flights.”

Kamilah:

“We’ll see who’s gonna be .. - jeez -us --ss”

Amy enters two finger inside Kamilah and move her mouth to Kamilah’s vulva again. Teasing one of her nipple.

Kamilah start to tremble uncontrollably, pant heavily. Hands on Amy’s shoulders. Hold her firmly, she will leave bruises for sure...

Than Kamilah explode, two times in row... Throw here head back and bite her tongue. Amy uprise and kiss Kamilah. She whispers.

Amy:

“I love you soo much.”

When Kamilah catch here breath again she grabs Amy and lift her to the near sink. Amy let out a surprise moan and pull Kamilah to close the distance, legs tangled by her sides. Kamilah smirk on that move. She doesn’t hesitate and undress Amy completely. Kissing the path of nude skin of Amy’s. Amy grab her by chin and connect their mouth again. Kamilah smile into the kiss and than suck Amy’s bottom lip.

Kamilah: “

So horny and demanding...”

She’s merciful and give Amy what she wants. She slide her two fingers inside Amy. Amy roll her eyes when pleasure begins be hard to take. Kamilah fasten the pace a lick Amy’s nipple. With other hand teasing her clitoris. Amy start to shake and let out moan. 

Kamilah:

“What were you saying about not being loud?

”

She smirk at her wife. It was her lullaby. Watching Amy’s body shaking with the climax coming, hear her moans, when Amy says her name. It thrills her.

She pumps in Amy with unnatural speed. Amy cursed and bite into Kamilah neck with her fang fully out. She feed from Kamilah, but she does not care. She would give her anything.

Kamilah add the third finger when she feels Amy’s gonna fell of the edge any second.

Kamilah:

“Let go my Queen.”

Kamilah’s soft voice was the last string. Amy’s vision went blur and she shout hers wife name.

Amy: “Ka- Kamilah!”

Amy fell in Kamilah’s arms and giggle.

Amy:

“You are going to be dead of me. I love you more btw.”

Kamilah gives Amy sweet kiss and help her wife get dressed again. They go back to their seats.

Kamilah:

“That was something else. I need to say I start liking to fly in economy class.”

Amy:

“I wonder the reason behind it...”

She smiles at Kamilah teasingly.

Kamilah:

“You are right, we need this. And I do everything in my power so we enjoy this time. I want you to show you some places in Prague too. Maybe we can even extend our vacation.”

Amy:

“That would be perfect, I don’t really care where we go, I just want to be with you.”

Kamilah tangle their fingers and lean against Amy’s shoulder. Amy pets her head gently.

Amy:

“Maybe not everywhere. I don’t like Japan or ´Island of Death´.”

Kamilah chuckle.

Kamilah:

“Nor Japan or ´Island of death´ stop me to try to make you happy every second of our life.”

Amy: “

You know I will do everything in my power to make you happy too? You are the dearest person to me, and I’m nothing without you.”

Kamilah:

“For me you are everything...”

They both fall asleep when one of the fly attendant come and wake up Amy.

Fly attendant:

“Miss, pardon me, for waking you up, would you like to eat something? Here is the menu, we have some Czech and American possibilities for food. We will come in few minutes to take your order.”

Amy:

“Thank you, we will let you know.”

Amy:

“Kami, baby. Wake up.”

Amy kiss Kamilah’s nose and brush her fingers across her cheeks. Kamilah open her eyes slowly.

Kamilah:

“What's the matter? I was enjoying my sleep.”

Amy:

“We can try our first Czech food together, look.”

She handle the menu to Kamilah. Kamilah still leaning against Amy. Kamilah looks at the menu with reluctance

Kamilah:

“Do we need to eat this? We can eat when we land.”

Amy stomach rumbles. Kamilah sigh.

Kamilah :

”Alright let's have. Ermm. What is this? Ghulagshdsad soap”

Amy chuckle. And say with humor in her voice.

Amy:

“It’s now actually not bad food. And you can pronounce it ´Goo - laash´. Well, with consideration we are on airplane and the food in economy class is far away matching the real Goulash from country local restaurant...”

Kamilah:

“Fine, let’s have it.”

Soon, after they order it with Czech beer, Goulash arrive. Kamilah look at the soap with caution.

Amy:

“Do not worry. It’s stew of meat, almost everytime from beef or veal and vegetables, flavoured with paprika spice. Try it.”

Amy practically shove the spoon in Kamilah mouth. Kamilah eyebrow quirk and she look at her wife with annoyance. She let Amy feed her. She eventually like the ´Ghoulash´ food or whatever is that.

Kamilah:

“It’s spicy but acceptable.”

She took a spoon from Amy and eat almost whole bowl. Amy rise a eyebrow at her and giggle.

Amy:

“So its ´acceptable´ you say. Let me buy you real Ghoulash when we are in center.”

Kamilah with full mouth.

Kamilah:

“Uhm, yes please.”

After another 7 hours airplane land in Prague. It was night already. Amy hide yawn behind her hand.

Amy:

“Hmm, let’s get to our apartment to freshen up, and we can go for short walk.”

Kamilah take Amy’s hand and kiss her forehead.

Kamilah:

“Sure my love.”

...

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PART 1

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Cornelia Street (9/9)

A/N: oh my god they were quarantined

yes. It’s one of those fics.

AU, obvs

I’m posting as I go and idk how many parts this is going to be, likely won’t be very long but I literally don’t know what I’m doing and should i be starting yet another WIP? definitely not but fuck it lets fucking go

Title is from T-swizzles Lover album, I’m OBSESSED

Summary: Three years ago, Kurt and Blaine went on a disaster of a date and never quite got off on the right foot. Now, just before they graduate from NYADA, there’s a national outbreak and they’re both self-quarantined in a mutual friend’s apartment.

Final A/N: What’s up y’all, here it is, the ~thrilling~ conclusion to this little fic. (hah, it only took a month for me to crank out this compost huh? lol) Just wanna say I appreciate all your comments and reblogs and support and this has been super fun! Stay safe everyone :)

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Part 9

“Alright,” Kurt says, fluffing his hair dry with his towel as he walks out of the bathroom. “I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I think we should try our luck and venture into the realm of horror movies. I’ve heard Annabelle: Creation is really good but I never—”

His gaze falls on the empty bed and the bottom of his stomach drops out beneath him.

“Blaine?” he calls out cautiously, as if speaking too loudly and breaking the stillness hanging in the air will jinx it all. Like if he stays quiet enough, doesn’t quite let himself believe what he suspects, then Blaine will just walk through those doors.

After a moment frozen, he runs to the kitchen/living room area because Blaine is probably there, lying down underneath the fort they made, or maybe he went back for some of that ice cream, or maybe he’s just looking for another board game but he can’t be gone.

Not when Kurt just found him. Not when they just found each other.

Blaine’s not there, and Kurt scrambles for his phone and god dammit he’s never quite sure where he leaves it, and it’s times like these, when it matters, that he knows he needs to break that bad habit.

He finally finds it, and relief momentarily floods his system. He doesn’t know why the hell Blaine left, but he dials his number, anxious to find out.

*

Blaine’s almost to the tunnel when his phone starts ringing, connected to his car’s Bluetooth.

“Incoming call from Kurt Hummel,” the automated voice says.

Dread knots up in his stomach, and he’s not sure if he wants to have this conversation, but… he can’t snuff out the last bit of hope telling him that maybe Kurt is calling for a good reason.

With a slow breath, he hits the answer button.

“Hey,” Kurt’s voice immediately says, sounding like he’s trying too hard to keep his voice bright and perky. “Um. Where'd you go?”

“I… took off.”

“Oh,” it sounds almost like a question. “Where… uh, where are you going?”

“I’m going to wait out this quarantine thing with Quinn, over in New Haven. She’s got a house she’s renting until she graduates…”

“Can I ask why?” Kurt asks, and Blaine can tell he’s trying to be gentle, trying to stay calm and not panic.

After a moment of silence, Blaine answers. “I can’t… I can’t do this,” he admits.

Kurt’s voice is tight on the other end. “Can’t do what?”

“I can’t be this invested in someone who’s wishing they were with someone else.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw Adam’s messages to you. I wasn’t going through your phone or anything, but it lit up and they were there and it sucked, okay? I like you, Kurt… I like you too much to be a rebound. Because I know what I feel—what I feel is real.”

“Oh my god, no.” Kurt cries desperately. “Those aren’t—it’s not what it looks like at all. You’re not a rebound, Blaine. God, I’m going to sound so stupid… because… because not even a week ago we hated each other and… you’re going to think I’m crazy.”

The anticipation builds, buzzing just underneath Blaine’s skin. “Try me.”

Kurt swallows. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Blaine feels his heart stop in his chest, like someone just slammed on his breaks. He hears Kurt sob on the other end and he knows—he knows how hard it is for him to admit something like that.

“Christ, three years and I never—never, Blaine—felt as much or as deeply as I did in these past few days with you. And we haven’t even really been doing much of anything, so I know I’m not getting swept up in a grand gesture or something superficial or just the idea of a relationship. I don’t need dinner and a show, or ice skating and hot chocolate, or a night out on the town. I just need you.

“And whatever Adam might think—whatever he said in those messages, means nothing to me. Not compared to you. You can go to Quinn’s if you want, but… but I would really love it if you came back to Cornelia street…”

Blaine doesn’t say anything, he’s busy processing everything Kurt just told him. Each word had silenced every fear he ever had that Kurt wasn’t as invested in this as he was. Now, he was just left with all this emotion, bursting inside him like fireworks but coming out through his eyes as tears because this… this was happening.

“Please, say something, Blaine,” Kurt’s shaking voice pleads.

He’s suddenly reminded, in the midst of all this emotion, that he has to actually respond. “I don’t think you’re crazy,” he says. The first thing that comes to his mind. “I feel the same…”

He hears the smallest of gasps on the other end—a sign of relief, or maybe gratitude.

Then, Blaine says, “I’m turning around.”

He hears a watery laugh on the other end of the line. “You know,” Kurt says. “When this whole quarantine thing is over, we should really go on a proper date.”

*

Epilogue

“Sam is gonna lose it.”

“I know.”

“He’s going to rub it in my face for years to come.”

“Probably. But it’s been weeks, Blaine! I want people to know we’re together. Particularly that one overly friendly guy on Facebook who has a lighthouse as his profile pic.”

“He’s just a harmless flirt. He’s like that with everybody.”

“Yeah, well I’d appreciate it if he wasn’t like that with the guy I love… What? Why are you looking at me like th—mmph!”

“...”

“… not that I’m complaining, but what , might I ask, brought that on?”

“I love you, too, Kurt.”

“Oh… oh! I… I did say that, didn't I? I hope you know I meant it, too.”

“I do… Why don’t we go log on now?”

“Yeah, let's do that… and then maybe watch another cheesy Netflix original?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Sam really is gonna lose his mind.”

*

Kurt Hummel updated his relationship status

Blaine Anderson updated his relationship status

When Mercedes gets the notifications on her phone, the sound of Sam yelling, “Baaaaaaaaaaabe!!” at the top of his lungs doesn’t exactly come as a surprise.

She does startle, though, when he comes sprinting back into the bedroom and leaps into the bed like an over excited golden retriever, draping his torso over hers.

“Did you see!?”

She can’t help but smile at his excitement. “I saw.”

He presses a quick kiss against her lips. “Are you gonna say it now?”

She rolls her eyes, but a deal is a deal.

“Sam Evans is a Meet-Cute Mastermind.”