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captainjellyfishofficial · 7 months

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Important Announcement!

Captain jellyfish will no longer be updating on tumblr, but on it's own website!

Honestly, the tumblr version was a bit behind in chapters due to me keep forgetting to update it, but now they're all there lol. I wanted everyone to just be in one spot as opposed to being spread out between Webtoon, Tapas, and Tumblr. I'll go into more thoughts/reasons for leaving webtoon under the cut, but it's kind of long, so if you just want to bookmark it for later, here's the google doc link for it.

[Content Warning for mentions of racism, grooming/pedophila, and miscarriage.] As of September 20th, 2023, I, Enit, will no longer be updating my comic Captain Jellyfish on Webtoon or Tapas. I’ve had my share of problems with the two platforms(although mainly Webtoon) for the past couple of years now, but I don’t want to just ignore them anymore. For starters, I don’t like how Webtoon ignores most of their creators in favor of one or two series. There are so many incredible and talented authors all over their platform, but instead they choose to only advertise Lore Olympus, a series whose numbers have been going downhill since Season 2 ended. A series that I would argue is morally bankrupt and has been since the very beginning. A series that they’re so protective over that they’ll copyright strike videos of small creators for “daring” to criticize their flagship series that struggles to break 100k likes per week on the new chapters.

The creator of Lore Olympus, Rachel Smythe, has a history of reacting with hostility/passive aggressiveness to any criticism of her webcomic, deleting any within her discord and the official Facebook group for LO. She’s gone so far as to go to fan facebook groups to complain about them allowing criticism for her webcomic, and getting upset when they boot her out for her shitty behavior. Webtoon tacitly encouraging Smythe’s behavior doesn’t end there however, as they have also allowed Snailord’s (creator of Death:Rescheduled) harassment towards someone who is likely a child (based off the demographics of people who read/use Webtoon), yet in both instances(and probably more) they have remained silent. While I understand that they cannot control their creators, they should not be turning the other way and twiddling their thumbs while their employees shit over their company’s reputation. Webtoon not only doesn’t care about what their paid creators say, but they don’t care about their creators’ health, both in a physical and mental sense. They simply do not care about the time and energy needed to create a comic, they only care about the money they can make off of their creators’ hard work, with the most egregious and shameful incident involving the artist/creator Summer Light who made the Webtoon/Tapas series “Roxana: How to Protect the Heroine’s Older Brother. She was treated incredibly poorly by the company/her producer, being denied maternity leave with the stress of the workload placed upon her resulting in her suffering a miscarriage.

Real quick before I go onto my next point, I need to explain how these creators make money off of Webtoon. To those who don’t know, Originals creators make money off their fastpass episodes after the “minimum threshold” of coins used to buy one of their episodes is met, with the coins used to purchase the episode before the minimum threshold going into the pocket of Webtoon. What is this “minimum threshold” you ask? Good question! Nobody knows! The people who need to know when it’s been met so they know that they’re being paid don’t know. Originals creators have had to regularly fight just to know what their analytics are, and even then they don’t get a fucking response. I know that as a(now former) Canvas creator that Webtoon deletes the data for your analytics/performance every month, so if it’s August 1 and you forgot to record the data from how your comic performed in June, you are plain out of luck because you’re never seeing that data ever again. This isn’t even mentioning how Webtoon underpays their Latin American and South American creators, and how there’s vast differences in the payments per chapters for each of the Originals creators.

This leads us to today: the recent controversy surrounding the Webtoon Original, Get Schooled, and how it should have never made it this far. For those of you out of the loop, I highly recommend viewing this post here as the reddit post by Kendrillon summarizes/recorded just what the Hell happened with episode 125 and how webtoon/the author responded to the backlash far better than I could. I’m not here to say how betrayed I feel as a fan of the series, I’ve never read it before and I only just learned about what the plot for the series pertained, and to be honest I don’t think that it would be my cup of tea. What I am here for is to ask just how the editor didn’t shut this episode down when it was still in the scripting and storyboarding phase? While I understand that most of the editors are overworked with all the comics they’re managing, I don’t see how something this huge could’ve been missed. The editor should have said something when the N word showed up, but instead they let it slide and now they have this whole mess on their hands with Get Schooled being pulled from the platform.

While it’s good that for once Webtoon took accountability for their actions, this brings up another question: why aren’t they deleting other series on their site that also have harmful content? The Fate by AirisKiahin/YumiCH is a comic where the teacher is in a romantic/sexual relationship with his 17 year old student that he groomed. It is labeled as romance/slice of life. The story does not acknowledge how fucked up it is that he’s grooming his student. At the time of writing it has over 11 million views.

Despite videos covering this comic gaining views in the millions(even if you can’t really tell at the moment due to one of the authors copyright striking them/getting them taken down(13))the story is still up. Now in general I’m anti-censorship. In a way I sort of have to be as a queer person, as many cries for censorship(EX: Kink, drugs, violence) quickly leads into the censorship and erasure of discussing/talking about things like LGBTQ identity, racism, criticism of government, etc. That being said, there still needs to be some form of censorship as to avoid harm from happening(there’s a reason “Mein Kampf” generally is no longer in circulation(no I am not saying The Fate is on the same level as a book used as reasoning to push propaganda/commit genocide)), and I believe The Fate falls under this category. The webcomic pushes the idea that it’s “cute” and “romantic” for an adult to have inappropriate relationships with a minor, which is especially concerning when you factor in that Webtoon’s main audience is comprised of 13 - 24 year olds. This romanticization of grooming and abuse shouldn’t be shown to such a vulnerable group of people, and it’s shameful that Webtoon has yet to take down such a vile series on their platform.

I’ll admit that I have other qualms about Webtoon(lack of customisation options, inability to view/create comments on the website, clear favoring of their Originals creators, etc), but they all seem so dumb to me in the face of all the other things they’ve done and continue to do. In the beginning I almost didn’t want to even publish Captain Jellyfish on Webtoon because of their shady practices, but I knew that I would be missing out on the largest comic website due their monopoly over the webcomic scene. I eventually settled on updating on both Webtoon and Tapas, but even then I felt unsatisfied. Many of the same base, quality of life things about Webtoon carried onto Tapas, and even though I don’t hear nearly as much drama coming out of Tapas as I do Webtoon, I’ve still heard about them doing shady things in the past like trying to have the power to control when/if a series gets a physical release and “losing” track of where the money from the ink used to purchase episodes went. Webtoon and other sites fumbling with their user bases has made me paranoid that Tapas will be the next website to make a dumb change that no one likes but we’ll all be stuck with because the people running the site don’t care.

With all of this in mind I was a bit shocked when the possibility that I could host my comic on Neocities came up. For those of you who don’t know, Neocites is a free website hosting platform that allows their users to create a website for free(as long as it’s under 1 GB), and if you needed more space, you could upgrade to a supporter for $5.00 a year in exchange for 50 GB of storage. With Neocities I could fully customize the entire website for my comic, I could include gifs, music, author updates, truly whatever I wanted! There was one thing stopping me initially from jumping right in to learning how to code so I could make my dream a reality: the fear of missing out. I was afraid that when I moved websites that no one would want to read my comic anymore, or that by moving sites that I would miss out on my “big break” on Webtoon. In a way I’m still scared of those things, but I have to move on. I had already completed the bulk of the website, but I had sat on it for a few months before I went all in, and the longer that I sat on it, the stronger my desire to move websites grew. I could literally have everything that I wanted, who cares if my reader count or whatever grows a bit slower than before? I was already buried under all the other Canvas series, I might as well just move on from the bridge and step on the island already.

I won’t be deleting the series off Webtoon and Tapas, not only for archival purposes, but I have a bunch of posts linking people there. If you see that it’s no longer on Webtoon or Tapas, then either the sites started letting ai leech off the art there/started doing nfts, or they deleted me off the platform because they’re mad at me for writing this lmao. I appreciate Webtoon and Tapas for helping me to grow an initial reader base, but it’s time for me to move on. To those of you who’ve supported Captain Jellyfish so far, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You have no idea how much I appreciate you reading your comments and hearing what you think, and it honestly makes my day when someone says that they enjoyed reading my silly magical girl story. If you read all of this, thank you for reading my small essay, and I hope to see you at the new website <3

Other Critiques of Webtoon Worth Checking Out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zbjA-Mfpvc&t=388s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIeM8MwCozU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4D7DXYijvo&t=4561s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQb_Sv1WLHk&t=47s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5IeV7ypgwc&t=838s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTIib55nSLA

https://www.tumblr.com/genericpuff/728748112875765760/hey-so-im-turning-off-reblogs-on-this-post-its?source=share

https://www.reddit.com/r/webtoons/comments/16jubm9/the_get_schooled_controversy_why_its_important/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DejbSMttvXA&t=2048s

#captain jellyfish #update #magical girl #magical girls #webcomics #comics #webtoon #tapas #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #anti webtoon #webtoon critical #neocities #the og google doc for this is literally 7 pages long lmfaoooo

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graciousred · 4 years

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hey so I’ve always loved lore olympus’ art style but really,,,,,,

holy mother of fucking hell fuck oh my fucking god fuck shit mother of what the fuck sweet mercy of holy fu-

#she has no right to be that attractive #like rachel smythe how dare you #and here I thought I wasn’t attracted to women #yeah that thought broke it’s goddamn knee caps #fuck #but seriously #why the hell is she so pretty #aaaaaggggghhhhhhh #kill me #lore olympus hera #hera #lore olympus #lo #lo spoilers

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. Maybe i'm just old but I remember a big part of fandom used to be lovingly shitting on whatever we liked, because yeah we could enjoy it but also call out what was bad about it like rational human beings. The fact LO stans refuse to even flirt with the idea of any sort of non-praise only discussion is just like??? Is this a cult??? Over a stupid webtoon?? Even the most obsessive PJO fans aren't this argo about it. It's really off putting.

2. ya know I get LO is rachel trying to ~push back~ against centuries of christianity warping how we see the greek gods but I didn't think that would mean her being against the christian teachings that slavery is born of sin and rich people are literally evil who will never get to heaven, like?? ma'am???

3. Even though I’m not reading LO anymore, I got to say I liked RS’s old artstyle. It was unique and easy on the eyes.

4. Homer calls Eris a daughter of Zeus and Hera over the usual Nyx and/or Erebus, so RS isn't technically wrong in this case (and tbh it could be an interesting comment on how marriage between them is full of discord) but I think the bigger issue with this in LO is she is only there to demonize Hera and Zeus' marriage and to be a scapegoat to Persephone's bad actions, even though everyone was fully fine to accept she could be multifaceted. Eris is just an excuse to pin blame on over anything else.

5. why did persephone pick then of all times to attack apollo 😭 i woulda stepped back n let him either get hurt by eris or let eris die… like i get pers hates him and he’s dangerous but so is eris ? home girl gave u WRATH

6. I see some defend LO's dragged pacing as "when you binge it all at once it makes sense!" which like 1) it doesn't? a lot is still just bad writing but 2) a large issue of it too is that so much of it is just dragging out episodes that could have been done in half the time and/or could be cut entirely, which IMHO is bigger issue. There's so many elements in it (Eros and Psyche, Hera, Leto, Kronos, etc) that just add nothing, which makes it even more dragged out when it takes up most of the time.

7. It's honestly kind of telling the "anti" community is the only place to have nuanced talks about LO, make AUs, different opinions, and make fan content that isn't 100% to the comic while the "pro" fans police all thought and even run out people who dare have a different opinion and wanting to make content that isn't solely praising HxP and kissing Rachel's feet. Very strange indeed.

8. Funny how Rachel "super researched" Smythe doesn't seem to know only a handful of gods had their powerss stripped from them to learn a lessen, one of which was Apollo, which made him mature as a deity and have a better appreciation for mortals. Something tells me she won't let Persephone go through such a change or reflection, she'll only be trying to get back to Hades at all costs and that's about it, with her having learned nothing. I'd love to be proven wrong though.

9. Lo hades gives massive “I voted for Obama, how could I be racist?” Energy. The man is textbook definition of a centrist at best neoliberal and no that’s not a compliment. he looks right out of “Get Out”.

10. the fact the only real basis for HxP's "romance" in this comic is Hades being slightly better than her literal r4pist (with weird parallels to each other?? rachel you want them as different as possible??), physical lust, and trauma bonding is so bad lmao, especially when we're four years into this. Like how is the main point of the story still this underdeveloped at this point? And she's just going to drag it out again with this separation.

#anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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chocoholicannanymous · 3 years

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Gonna Come True (Glee)

AN: This is a follow-up to There's a Miracle Due which was written for the Glee Twistfest, “What if Mercedes & Kurt got Maria & Tony?” back in 2014 (yikes). I had the storyline for this already back then (hello, all of three lines in a document), it's just taken me until now to actually write it.

For @krummavisur who wanted it.

Thanks to @elledelajoie for looking it over .

The title is taken from “Something Coming”, West Side Story.

Oh, and I am not trying to follow any kind of canon time-line. Just, go with it.

Gonna Come True

Kurt throws himself into preparing for West Side Story with an energy that makes Mercedes envious. She understands though – he doesn't feel like he got the role honestly, which is bullshit, but. He still thinks he needs to prove himself. In her eyes he did so during his audition, and it's everyone else who needs to prove themselves to him, but he doesn't see it that way. Years of Lima bullshit stops him from seeing it.

He doesn't drop out of the race for senior class president though, not even when he's complaining about balancing that with Tony and school and Blaine. She asks him why and gets an answer she should have expected.

“At first this was about getting at least something on my resume. But that's not it any longer. I'm running as a reminder that bullying is a problem at this school, and that something needs to be done. If I win – and I don't expect to, not here – then I have a shot at making the administration do something. If I lose I still raise awareness. Every time I speak about my agenda I force the people listening to remember that bullying is an issue, that bullying kills, and that it is not okay.

“That's worth losing a little sleep.”

Mercedes's heart swells at hearing her boo speak so passionately about it, and it breaks as she hears an angry Santana tell Brittany that she should run against Kurt.

Kurt who is currently pulling down unicorn posters around the school while pushing back tears.

She waits until Brittany walks away before cornering Santana.

“We need to talk. What you just told Brit? That's a shit thing to do.”

Santana starts to argue, all fire, and under other circumstances Mercedes would admire her willingness to go to bat for her girl, but not now.

“No. Don't you dare. Do you know why Kurt is so upset over those posters? It's because to him they represent everything that he's been bullied over. And that? Has a lot to do with you. You have been sitting in the choir room for two years, mocking him for what he likes and for who he is.

“So here we are. Him running on an anti-bullying platform, and your girlfriend plastering the school with posters reminding him of exactly that bullying. Do I really need to explain to you why it is that when Kurt looks at those posters he doesn't see Brit's intentions, her meaning – he sees your bullying.”

Mercedes sees her words are hitting home, even if Santana is putting up a good front.

“Oh, and Santana? When you mock Kurt for being gay it makes you a hypocrite. But when you mock him for being 'girly'? It's even worse. Because when you say that there's something wrong with being like a girl, you're implying that there's something wrong with being a girl. And I'm not okay with that.

“Now, you are going to go back to Brit and tell her exactly what happened here, and you're going to make sure that she forgets all about running against him. He's had enough of his so-called friends doing that, I'd think.

“I'm not saying this – any of this – to be mean. I'm trying to be a good friend, to Kurt and to you. But make no mistake. You ruin this for Kurt? I'll ruin you.”

Mercedes might not be popular like a cheerleader, but she's got friends and she's got contacts outside of school. Her threat's not an empty one, and Santana knows it.

Her phone's ringing. There's something hitting her window, and her phone's ringing. At half past eleven on a school night.

Whoever it is, Mercedes is going to cut them.

Except it's Kurt, and he's not looking right.

As she lets him in through the back-door Mercedes notices the wrinkled clothes and the mussed hair that doesn't fit with a night of dancing. More making out, but Kurt doesn't have that well-kissed look. Plus, he's pale and shaky.

Something's wrong.

It takes her a long time to coax the story out of him, about Blaine trying to rape him. Except when she says that Kurt denies it, vehemently.

“Are you serious right now? Are you defending him? No! Okay? No. Hell no even.

“Look, if I showed up at your place and told you Shane had pulled me into the backseat of a car, had tried to get my clothes off and wouldn't stop touching me even though I said no, what would you tell me? Would you tell me it was okay because we're dating? That he's allowed to do that because I'm in love with him and he treats me good the rest of the time? Would you tell me to suck it up and forgive him?

“Would you explain away that and tell me that if he won't respect my 'no' the solution is to say 'yes' instead?”

Kurt's even paler now, his eyes blown and unfocused. He doesn't say anything though. Instead he just whimpers and rushes out to the bathroom.

When he comes back he's regained some color. He still looks like shit though. Mercedes pulls out some comfortable clothes that were bought for her brother, but got conscripted as backup for unplanned Kurt-visits, and leaves him to change while she gets them some chamomile tea.

Later, as the lights are out and they're curled up together, trying to get what rest they can Kurt whispers: “I'm going to have to break up with him, aren't I?”

She holds him as he cries himself to sleep.

The next day Kurt pretends like nothing's happened. He doesn't want to rock the boat before the West Side Story premiere, he says, or deal with the bitchfit Rachel would throw. “I'll do it after the final performance on Sunday” he promises, and Mercedes doesn't have it in her to push him. Not with the memory of his tears so fresh.

Dress rehearsal that night goes well, right up to the point where Artie comes to talk to them after. They need more fire, more passion, he claims and then proceeds to tell them that they should hurry up and have sex before their first show so they can portray lovers more believably. Oh, he doesn't put it quite like that, but it's pretty obvious that's what he means.

Mercedes is stunned at first, and then furious. She's surprised that Kurt's not ripping into him, with everything, and oh. Hell no.

“Are you telling me to have sex to improve the show you're directing? Really? How about you get some classes or something, to improve your part? You know, instead of sexually harassing me.”

Artie sputters out what's probably meant as a denial, but she just talks right over him.

“If you as much as breathe about this again, to anyone, I will report you. And then my mama will go have a talk with your parents about how they've failed at raising you to be a decent human being.

“Do you get me?”

He nods quickly, mumbles something and makes a hasty retreat. Just as he goes out the door Kurt's voice rings out, cold.

“And to think I remember a boy who grieved that his first time wasn't romantic enough. I wonder what he would think of you now.”

Artie doesn't say anything, or slow down, but he slumps a little in his chair as the barb hits home. Mercedes shifts her attention to Kurt and sees pale skin, rigid posture and shaky hands. He's thinking the same thing she is.

“Boo...”

“No, 'Cedes, please. Let's not speculate about whether or not he had that speech with the others first. I can't, not now.”

So she lets it go. For now.

Mercedes is on stage for the opening show Friday night along with Kurt. Not in the spotlight, sure, but still there. She can't help but compare Rachel and Blaine's performance with what she and Kurt can do, and they come up short. Tomorrow night, she thinks. Tomorrow night we're going to show them how it's really done.

She says as much to Kurt as they leave together and he laughs, the first sign of happiness she's heard from him in two days. The laughter dies out soon as he spots a bunch of well-dressed boys waiting outside. She recognizes a few from Kurt's time at Dalton, but not all of them. She'd think it nice of them to come see their friends perform, except judging from Kurt's reaction they're not an entirely welcome sight.

He still greets them politely, smiling that small “company smile” she doesn't like while asking if they remember Mercedes.

“And this,” he says with strained, icy politeness, “is Sebastian Smythe, this year's new transfer to Dalton.”

This then is the reason they're not welcome. Still, she follows Kurt's example and pulls out church manners.

Apparently the boys have been given tickets by Blaine, the tall new boy explains, before trying to needle Kurt.

“So, Officer Krupke? How did that feel, such a...manly role?”

Ouch.

“Oh, you know, it's not about the role, it's what you put into it. And it makes for an interesting contrast to tomorrow and playing Tony. ��

Everyone quiets at that and the mood gets slightly uncomfortable. Trent is about to break the silence, but Sebastian talks right over him.

“Right. Well, we'll have to withhold judgment until after of course, but I'd say you'll have a hard time measuring up to Blaine. And you,” he turns to Mercedes, “are you also playing another role tomorrow? This one's Maria perhaps?”

She nods without explaining, and then listens as the boys stumble over excuses about not knowing exactly who'll be there tomorrow, but “We're sure you'll do great, Kurt!”

Once they're out of sight Kurt sags a little.

“He didn't tell them. He went to Dalton to tell them about the show, and give them tickets, and he didn't tell them I was in it. Didn't tell them I was also playing Tony. They tried to cover it up, but... They were my friends too, and he didn't tell them.”

She loops an arm around his waist and snuggles close.

He deserves so much better.

There's a group of Dalton boys there next evening again, making Kurt smile and Blaine startle. Some are from the evening before, including the sharp Sebastian, some are new. They all applaud enthusiastically, and wait so they can congratulate Kurt on his performance. Mercedes pays extra attention to Sebastian, for some reason, but all he says is “not bad”. It sounds genuine though, and so is Kurt's smile as he nods and thanks the other boy.

Mercedes knows they did better than “not bad”. They were awesome together. She doesn't need to hear it from this reluctant boy though. She's got a better source.

They skip the cast party. Kurt's not eager to be with Blaine, especially since there might be alcohol involved, and Mercedes prefers celebrating with her boyfriend who has been a rock. There's a small sting as Kurt walks away alone, but it slips away as she accepts Shane's flowers and kiss and walks out on his arm.

The next morning Mercedes shows up at the Hummel-Hudson house almost uncomfortably early. She drags a still sleep-tussled Kurt to the dining table and spreads out the Gazette in front of him. It's already open to the right page and she sees exactly when Kurt realizes what she's got.

“You read that, I'll fix breakfast.”

She's brought coffee from home along with juice and fresh croissants from the bakery a block away and a small carton of strawberries. It's a luxury, but it's a well-deserved one. It's the work of no time to put it all out along with cups and plates, and as she does that she hears Kurt's voice rise, reading select paragraphs out loud.

“Rachel Berry's 'Maria' is technically perfect, with the singer hitting every note. Sadly that excellence does not extend to the rest of her performance. Ms Berry fails to provide personality and emotion, and simply put she lacks the ability to bring Maria to life.”

He stops, shakes his head and looks at her.

“Ehm, ouch?”

Yes.

“Blaine Anderson as Tony does not help. Where a better singer and actor could shore up his counterpart Anderson falls flat. 'Flat' is in fact the word that comes to mind most often when seeing and listening to him performing. Anderson fails to hit the notes in several of the songs, and often resorts to what must be described as screaming instead of singing. He lacks the range needed to play Tony, and obviously also the training needed to make up for his shortcomings.

“On the acting side it's equally flat. Anderson's body language and facial expressions are mostly too subtle – or possibly non-existent – to come across from the stage, making it like watching a cardboard cut-out most of the time. On the other hand, when he does come across it's much too exaggerated, making his Tony look like a caricature. (I find myself looking at the playbill to see if this is meant to be a comedic take on this epic show. It's not.)

“Holy shit, 'Cedes!”

Yessssss.

“Finally, the dancing. Here, Anderson does better – most of the time. He clearly favors certain parts of the choreography, and there he does very well. In other parts it is obvious that Anderson lacks either the desire or the ability to perform according to choreography. This shows, as other cast members – including Ms Berry's Maria – often have to adjust their own moves to accommodate Anderson, either because he takes up too much space or because he simply isn't where he is supposed to be.

“Towards the end of the show Anderson also shows a surprising lack of stamina, and almost literally falls flat as he stumbles through some of the steps.

“The rest of the cast...”

Kurt's voice peters off, and he looks at her, stunned. Mercedes only smiles, satisfied.

“You should read on. Really.”

Kurt looks at her with skepticism, but does as she says. She knows exactly when he hits the part she wanted him to see, because he looks up at her, wide-eyed and slightly stunned.

“After this the pair playing Maria and Tony during Saturday's performance – as well as today's matinée – is a pleasant surprise. Mercedes Jones and Kurt Hummel bring our lovers to life in a way that looks more like a professional setup than a high school play. Not only are they both talented singers, but they also manage to communicate the story to the audience and play off each other in a way that lifts the entire show.

“It is noticeable, having seen both sets of performers that like Anderson Jones has some difficulty with the choreography. However the adjustments made to cater to her limitations in no way come off as a lesser version of what Berry performs, and does in fact make her look better than Anderson's attempt at a more complex choreography. Meanwhile Hummel needs no such adjustments and manages to pair vocals with dancing in a truly impressive manner.

“Hummel's vocals could take up an article of its own, and so this reporter will just note that it comes as no surprise that Hummel is pursuing schooling and later a career in performing arts. We are looking forward to seeing him on stage on many more occasions.”

Kurt drops the paper and blinks like an owl.

“Am I dreaming? Did an actual reporter not only attend a West Side Story performance at McKinley to write about it in the Gazette, but they actually went twice?”

“Yeah boo.”

“And they actually wrote that we did better than Rachel and Blaine?”

“Yeah, they did. And they were right, you know. You did so much better than Blaine that he should be embarrassed.”

Kurt blushes a little, then pulls a grimace.

“What?”

“I was just thinking... I've been wondering if breaking up with Blaine over what happened was an overreaction, because...” He meets her eye, and looks away. “Anyway, I'm reading this and instead of being happy for me – for us – I can't help but think that Blaine's going to go ballistic. And that waiting for the show to be over probably wasn't that great of an idea. He's going to expect me to listen to him whine about this.”

Mercedes isn't surprised to hear that Kurt's been considering forgiving his boyfriend. A bit disappointed, sure, but not surprised. He always was more loyal than people deserved. She is surprised that he's being that clear-sighted about Blaine though. That's good. That means he's probably going to follow through.

As if cued Kurt's phone starts buzzing and they both look at the screen. Blaine. Mercedes makes an unhappy face. Kurt... Kurt looks upset and rejects the call before turning the sound off.

“Boo?”

“I am not going to ruin my afterglow by listening to him complain about how no one appreciates him. Not when I'm already going to break up with him. Just, no.

“Instead I'm going to enjoy this lovely breakfast with my gorgeous leading lady, and then I'm going to read that article again and gloat. Oh, and then I'm going out to get myself a couple of extra copies as proof that even in Lima people can see our talent.

“I don't know how you did it, but you, my dear, pulled off a miracle.”

And she has, hasn't she? Not by making someone see and recognize Kurt's talent, though, but by making him smile, wide and open.

That's her miracle, right there.

~ The End ~

#chocoholic fics #mercedes jones #kurt hummel #not for the klaint of heart #not rachel or blaine friendly #i guess

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alatismeni-theitsa · 4 years

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answering LO/anti LO asks:

(1) Let’s also not kid ourselves, it’s creepy Smythe imagines the majority of her female characters as “PoC” and they only exist to be sexualized, infantilized, and be props for the male characters (Persephone is Hades’ prize, Psyche is a prop for Eros, Aphrodite is a literal sex object, Minthe is nothing but Evil incarnate, etc). As a person of color myself and as a woman, I do not feel represented, I feel insulted and mocked, though I’m sure her lily white self thinks she’s a beacon of progress!

(2) Did you read today episode of Lore olympus? It was so creepy. Hades watched on a tape how few years earlier teenage (around 15-17 years) persephone was sitting NAKED on him when he was drunk. Then he rells demeter about amazing pink goodess and how he wants to ask zeus is she available. Demeter freaks out and wants to get him more drunk so he wont remember her. And he is mad about that demeter protect her teenage doughter from a wine addicted old man.

Oh and also fandom didn't see anything wrong with moment when persephone ended up naked in front of him (and at that time she was an teenager) and they were like oww so cute he acted like an gentelmam and i was like bitch were? And level of oversexualization persephone in this episode was highlike showing her butt when she run or many svenes when she was nacked and this wouldnt be bothering me if the fact that in this episode pernephone was teenager. It was sick

(3) I don't think anyone can deny LO made Webtoons a big platform in the West but at this point they're big enough to let LO fend for itself and start promoting other works to get more people reading, especially now as LO is getting more criticism that Rachel won't listen to and dropping numbers. It'd be like Netflix only promoting Stranger Things or Amazon only promoting Ms Maisel. It's rude to the other series that are better in views/numbers but also isn't a good business practice either.

(4) I’m so glad i found your blog and the anti lo tag, everyone seems to love this comic... granted i’m not overly familiar with greek mythology but i know a bad story when i read one. Persephone really gives Bella Swan a run for her money in stupidity. She’s just such a bad character.

(5) I don't agree with the WHAT ABOUT THE KIDS! take that video took since i don't think young women are just that dumb to be manipulated by a comic, but the rest was on point. Smythe can't take criticism, she openly lies about her storytelling, she botches what could be interesting elements, Hades is downright creepy, the relationship is horribly toxic/imbalanced and he's aware/seems to relish in it, the teenager is way too hypersexualized, etc. Wish Webtoons would promote other comics...

(6) OOOF that video was rough to watch but way too true. I really never noticed how damn near father/daughter-like Smythe made her version of HxP be (&the power imbalance) and framed it as the only healthy relationship in story & claims its "supposed to be uncomfortable". Why would you want your audience to be uncomfortable supporting the main relationship? Though it was funny that the commentator said she obviously has a fetish for older men. He must not know she's pushing 40.

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(1) As I said in another answer, I am not sure if she imagines them as poc? She had casted White and Black people for most and maybe they wants to say some of the characters have “Black vibes“??? (which is weird ngl) Honestly, I don’t know. Plus, you cannot make a person Black in a predominantly White area and not talk about their experience or their different culture. Persephone made it a big deal that she was from a different area (Sicily) but she never mentioned she looked different than the locals.

I think if anyone from the main cast, someone on our screens most of the time, was Black or generally not looking like the average Greek we would know it because of references. So maybe Smythe just wants the African American and/or Black vibes for her characters and not actual Blackness. Everyone is like “deities can be whatever race you like“ and they forget that many times being a specific race gives you unique experiences, as well as advantages and disadvantages.

Psyche has probably an African mother and, unfortunatelly, she wasn’t depicted very respectfully.

I am Greek and not even I feel represented by any of those characters even those who are clearly white and old deities of my culture. (That is because they are just “White” and not “Greek” culturally). Smythe doesn’t know how to write cultures...

As a PoC, do you feel like we have any indication that certain characters (except Psyche) are not White? Because I haven’t seen such a thing. As I mentioned, I don’t even think they even act like Greeks but that’s another story xD Because of the setting, I see them as charicatures of White Americans who don’t even have the white American culture.

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(2) Yesss I read it!! And I hadn’t thought that she was so young back then! Jeeeez!! Smythe sexualized her even in the episode where she was barely legal!

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(3) That’s probably a good idea. More works need to be advertised so everyone getst an equal chance. Betting only on one horse won’t give profit to Webtoons.

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(4) Welcome!! Here, take some tea with salt!

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(5) It’s true that young girls are not going to be influenced only by this comic and then go ruin their lives with abusive men. It’s just that there is this general culture of women having more value the younger and more innocent they are, while for the men it’s the opposite. This comic and other works are part of a bigger problem which tells girls it’s ok to meet this behavior in an older man and you should want to be with such a man when you are 19. Again, it’s not only about this specific comic. But we have to start fixing this culture by beginning from something, right?

I am glad that you agreed with the rest of the points. That means the youtuber says what most of us think and want to express - but we don’t dare because the LO fandom will eat us alive.

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(6) I wanted to hear someone else talk about the problems of LO but at the same time it made me uncomfortable because it talks about difficult issues. There are some dynamics appropriate for certain ages. You CAN write about unhealthy relationships and leave the reader decide for themselves but now when your audience also has teenagers and when the HxP relationship is presented as the GOOD relationship in the story. Smythe went as far as to have the storyline with Apollo so we can see how Good Hades is in comparison.

Ah yes, she just likes men her age! But I think he was kinda correct on the “Daddy and Little“ kink xD Especially after I took a glimpse of that NSFW picture from her patreon with the spanking.

#anti lo #lore olympus #greek mythology #persephone #LO #answered

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madam-o · 5 years

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Lore Olympus Discussion - Persephone vs. Asspollo: Ultimate Deathmatch! (Pt. 2)

Link to Part 1 - http://madam-o.tumblr.com/post/183177467064/lore-olympus-discussion-persephone-vs-apollo

When we left off last time, Apollo was literally shoving bullshit down Persephone’s throat.

But what’s interesting and unique about Persephone is her unusual reaction to Apollo’s power. Other characters aren’t at all aware that he’s using it to manipulate them. Persephone isn’t really aware either, but she is resistant to it in a way that provokes and angers Apollo. From the very beginning, he’s been annoyed that she isn’t affected by his charm and is determined to make her love him like everyone else does.

CW for discussion of toxic behavior under the cut.

Here his face says it all. He’s SHOOK. SHE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT. She’s supposed to think he’s the best in bed EVER and not question the rightness of what happened between them.

He tries reasoning with her (and getting her back into the sack), but something begins to happen that he doesn’t bother to notice. Pssst, ‘pollo...look to your right. This is the last thing you’re gonna see before you diiiiiiie.

BAM. Magical summoning of teleporting hellhound! Now that’s POWER. But how she DO that? I mean yeah she’s really good with animals, but how did Cerby sense that she needed him?

Well in Ancient Greece, the concept of Fate was huge. Things didn’t just happen and you didn’t get to “pick your own adventure”. All roads chosen lead to the same destination, just ask Oedipus. So from the very beginning, Persephone’s destiny was laid out. When she first meets Hades the connection is already there.

Persephone has a recurring dream about her mother making a greenhouse to trap and keep her in (for her own good of course). In one dream, a shadowy figure tries to tempt Persephone to let it in. It seems to obviously be Hades. It has his red eyes and a large, blue hand. But this seems more like an evil caricature of Hades. We know that he’s not like this at all. He’s the insecure; sensitive guy with 7 emotional support dogs (lol).

Well, notice how the face in the glass looks like it could be a reflection of her own face.

I think this dream is an important indicator of what’s going to happen when Persephone’s finally had enough. There is something hidden inside of her that is often hinted at. She’s spent her entire existence trying to please her mother and the other goddesses by accepting their very pushy choices for her life. She has secret desires and ambitions that she dare never speak of. She admires Hera and wants to be like her. Persephone dreams of being powerful...a queen (maybe only a figurative queen, but you get what I mean). I think eventually she’s gonna snap and go OFF, and not just verbally either.

But it’s not that Demeter and Hestia don’t love Kore and want her to be happy. They just want her to choose a path of chastity because she will be safe there. Don’t even try to tell me that Demeter hasn’t been to the Oracle about her daughter’s future because 1) that is something a control freak like her would totally do and 2) the woman gave her daughter a spring of mistletoe to wear as a brooch (mistletoe allows the living to pass in and out of the Underworld).

Meanwhile, back in Asshole-ville, Apollo is super pissed that Persephone continues to be ungrateful to him giving her the bestest gift in the world...himself.

Right here he’s about to release his mojo on her again, probably as some final brainwashing blow. But after what happened previously with Cerberus, I don’t think that Persephone would just sit there and take it. If Artemis hadn’t come in, I think she would have (perhaps literally) blown up in his face.

Later, we see Apollo on the phone with Artemis, using his Charisma power again to influence her thinking re Hades and Persephone. I think it’s really sad how much Apollo has pulled the wool over the eyes of his sister. She can’t really be blamed too much for some of the things she says later. He’s planted suspicion in her mind of Persephone fooling around on the “job” and being boy crazy.

When Persephone is on the edge of telling Artemis everything, suddenly she has a moment of doubt, and then Apollo’s influence hits her again. At the time, he told her that this was their little secret and she shouldn’t tell anyone. Now she decides that revealing the truth is less important than protecting Artemis from it, and I think that’s the opposite of what Persephone would normally do. The shame and doubt in her make her more susceptible to his power. It really can’t be overstated how much Apollo is fucking with everyone in this story, and the only ones who seem immune to his bs so far are Hades and to a lesser extent, Persephone. I seriously doubt Hecate would have any time for his crap either, but we’ll just have to see.

I think it’s important that Persephone deal with Apollo herself. She also needs to stand up to everyone in her life who is trying to tell her what she needs to do with it. Ultimately it’s gonna be Persephone vs. Demeter and Apollo. Hades will be sympathetic and protective of her, but in the end I think she needs to fight her own battles.

It’s pretty ingenious of Rachel Smythe to use the Persephone myth and the Greek gods in this way to illustrate the complexity of gender relations and rape culture. It’s honestly one of the biggest highlights of my week to see what cool new thing she’s going to come up with and the hiatus is KILLING me.

#Lore Olympus #Apollo #Persephone #Hades #Demeter

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axelsagewrites · 5 years

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Sebastian Smythe*Somebody Else

Ship(s): Sebastian x reader

Request?: Nope

Warnings?: a break up?

Type: Angst

Masterlist HERE

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Every Thursday after school was date night for Sebastian and I. at the beginning of last year we started dating after a game of truth or dare and to everyone's surprise, we'd been together the whole school year let alone two.

It was the last Thursday of the term before summer. We walked out the school with our friends but ditched them to go to this café we'd found at the bottom of the high street. Sebastian was oddly quiet. normally he reached out to hold my hand, but I had to initiate this time.

As we sat down to order he gave me a weak smile. "Are you okay?" I rested my hand on his.

"Yeah of course," he shrugged it off, moving his hand away. I frowned as he picked up his menu, "Just sick of that place. Order whatever you want. My treat,"

I bite back a smile, "You don't need to spoil me," Sebastian's eyes continued to scan the menu.

The food came and was good as always and we started talking about our summer plans. "So, are we still having a date day on a Thursday or do you think another day would be better?" I asked.

Sebastian looked down "Um about that...I um," he took a breath "I found somebody else,"

"Hmm," I said, pressing my lips together. A fake smile spread across my face, "You're funny Sebastian,"

He sighed and reached across the table, taking my hand, "I'm serious (Y/N). I found someone else. I've not done anything yet, but I really want to. It's not fair to you,"

"But I love you," I told him. We'd said it a few times, but he didn't say it back this. "You love me too. Don't you?" He said nothing. "Is it something I did? If it's because I'm not ready I- "

"(Y/N)!" He cut me off, "Its not that. I don't see you like that anymore,"

My breathing got harder and I refused to cry in public. "What did I do?" I said to myself, but he heard.

"You didn't do anything, you'll find someone else (Y/N),"

"But I don't want someone else," I look at him. He can't mean this. We'd had small fights but never something big, "Can't we talk about this? I'm sure we can fix it and then- "

"No, we can't," he cut me off. "I can't help it. I just don't feel that way anymore. When we first started going together, I felt all light and warm and all the clichés, but I just don't feel that way now," ouch.

I swallowed hard, "And do you feel like that with this new person?" He nodded and took his hand back, "Then be with them," the words felt like sour liquorice on my tongue, "I wish you the best,"

"Are you okay?" he asked. I gave a short laugh, "I still care about you it's just not the same,"

"Then I'm okay with it. I don't want to be with you if you don't want me," I grabbed a $10 from my pocket and threw it on the table as I stood up.

"We can still be friends," Sebastian said.

"Maybe," I gave him a smile as I walked out the café.

As soon as I walked out, I felt something cold wash over me. I held back tears as I began walking home. I didn't even bother getting a bus home. I wanted to think.

Everyone said we seemed like we were going to be together forever. What went wrong to make forever dead and gone?

After summer I went back to school only to find out Sebastian was doing a year abroad in France. We had the same friend group but since he had left there was no drama. Every time someone mentioned him, I felt a stab to my heart. For the most part, it was fine.

The next year rolled around quicker than I would've liked but Sebastian didn't come back. There were rumours he'd moved to France, died, became a drug lord or a prostitute, but according to some guys he had come back and transferred to a really fancy private all-boys school. Doesn't surprise me with his family's money. It was kind of a relief.

Though it didn't really matter since my parents accepted a job in the next city, so I had to move and transfer schools.

The new school, McKinley, took a bit of getting used to. I missed all my friends from before and ended up staying at their houses every weekend.

I struggled to make friends at first, but my Spanish teacher Mr. Shue suggested joining a club to make some. I think my parents might have something to do with that.

None of the clubs really appealed to me but I knew he ran the glee club. I took music in my old school and they made us all do choir so I figured I could try. I was hesitant at first since choir was where I'd met Sebastian, but this was a new school. New start.

After Spanish I held back, packing up slowly. It's not like anyone was waiting on me. Mr. Shue seemed to be in a bit of a hurry to leave but paused when he saw me still there, "Everything okay (Y/N)?"

"Yeah I was um just wondering I know glee auditions are closed but," a smile broke out across his face, "can I have a shot?"

"Of course! We always welcome new members. I was about to go work on the setlist why don't you come with me and show me what you can do,"

I did. Although all his songs were kinda old I liked a couple. After singing one of them he seemed even happier, "I think you'd be a great new addition. It's on today so you can meet everyone and get to work," a wave of nervousness washed over me, "don't worry. Everyone's really nice," he paused, "well they're a bit of a handful sometimes but you'll make good friends. Trust me,"

He was right. Glee was fun, a lot more than choir, and the people were great. Mostly. The club was full of drama. The one good thing was that Blaine had transferred to the school, so he took me under his wing. It was fun.

At the weekend I would still meet up with my old friends, so I was never there when they ran into the warblers. Id never actually met the warblers. When Kurt mentioned Sebastian, I told myself not to be crazy. What are the chances? Besides Kurt said he had horse teeth and had no sex appeal so I knew it couldn't be him.

We were practising the setlist in the auditorium to get used to the stage. Hallway through miss Pillsbury came in and rushed up to Mr. Shue, "Will, your cars going off like crazy,"

"Sue," Mr. Shue muttered, "Okay guys I'll be right back. Keep going," He rushed out.

As soon as he was out Puck went over and turned the music off. "Hey!" Rachel whined. "Mr. Shue said we had to practise,"

"Or we could take a break?" I suggested. Rachel glared at me. "All in favour of a break raise your hand," every hand but Rachel's rose, "Any objects?" Rachel glared as she thrust her hand in the air, "overruled. Break it is,"

Blaine chuckled as Rachel huffed and stormed off to sit in one of the rows. "She's a bit crazy," he said.

"A bit?"

Blaine, Kurt, and I sat on the stage and everyone else formed into groups. Everyone either sat or stood on the stage, leaving Rachel in the rows. Everyone turned around when they heard a loud gasp.

Rachel was sitting with red slushy dripping down her. I held back a laugh. "Well, what do we have here?" A voice mocked. My laughter faded. "Rachel you've got something just there," Sebastian mocked before walking on the stage.

Blaine, Kurt and I were near the back behind everyone, but Blaine and Kurt walked past everyone to confront him. I slinked back to stand next to Puck. "What do you want?" Kurt folded his arms.

"Just wanted to see the competition. Or whatever this is." He gestured to the group. "I was half expecting cats yowling," When did he become so nasty? The warblers all walked on the stage with a hand behind their backs. "Besides we wanted to bring some presents,"

The sound of splashing filled the room and I felt something icy hit my face. I gasped as I looked down myself. I'd never actually been slushied before. I couldn't help but gawk at him. His eyes scanned the now soaked group and his smirk fell when his eyes landed on me. I stared back at him. "(Y/N)?"

The auditorium was silent as I walked up to him. Standing in front of Sebastian, the room was silent. "How was France?" The words stung my tongue like acid, my eyes burning.

"You weren't supposed to be here," Sebastian said.

I was standing covered in slushy with my past and present surrounding me. All the joy from the world had been suffocated. "Let me fix that," I spat as I walked off the stage.

"Where are you going?" Kurt yelled.

I ignored him and kept walking, my feet getting faster. I had to get out of school. I fazed out everything else when I heard footsteps. "Wait, please," Sebastian yelled. Glancing over my shoulder I saw him then sped up.

#glee #glee imagine #glee ships #glee roleplay #glee sebastian #sebastian smythe #sebastian smythe imagine #Sebastian smythe x reader #angst #glee angst #grant gustin #grant gustin imagine #grant gustin x reader

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junionigiri · 5 years

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Todochako Week 2019 - Day 1 - Mythology

for @todochaco

Rating: G

Notes: This fic (and all the others for Todochako week!) are collaborations with safri_riri from Twitter :) she did the wonderful fanart while I wrote the words. we hope u like this! btw their costume designs are inspired heavily by Hades and Persephone’s design in the LINE webcomic Lore Olympus by Rachel Smythe (highly recommended pls read its so good!!!)

Ochako walks on fields filled with flowers of pink and gold. The sun kisses the bare skin of her shoulders. In the distance, a lazy river flows; pretty nymphs bathing in its cool waters, giggling and cracking jokes and just enjoying life.

The world above the ground is bright and sunny and beautiful; this is the only type of world she’d ever known ever since she was created. She breathes in the spring air, revels in the feel of it filling her lungs.

“Darling.” A goddess walks beside her. Regal; wheat-colored hair, dazzling purple eyes, every bit sparkling and intimidating. “Do not tell me you mean to go back to that wretched place.”

“Beloved mother,” Ochako says, trying to keep the smile on her face from showing. She regains her composure and faces him. “You know that I have to.”

Aoyama’s mouth twitches in disdain. “Awful and unforgivable, that’s what this whole arrangement is! Why must you agree to it? I can’t believe that I have to lose my one and only daughter just because of a bloody pomegranate!”

He twirls in his royal robes of white and gold, with sympathetic and angry red flowers sprouting beside him as he does. His royal subjects bathing in the river are compelled to stare at him in wonder. Ochako merely tries to keep it together as she keeps her eyes on her beloved queen mother.

“Still, promises are promises,” she manages to say quietly. “I must go back underneath the earth. My husband waits for me.”

Her chest twinges a bit saying that.

“Humph! To have to return my pure daughter to the Dead King causes me such grief!” says Aoyama, turning to face her once more. Her mother always has such a difficult face to read, so Ochako wonders why there’s a knowing smile on his mouth when he looks at her cheeks, one after the other, and speaks to her again. “Tell the king of Hell, that terrible abductor, that I hope his kingdom freezes over!”

“Mother!” Ochako looks at him despairingly, begging for some reprieve. “Please do not judge him unfairly! He isn’t cold and terrible! He is good and just and kind, and--”

That smile on Mother’s face again. For someone who’s supposedly grieving, he’s looking awfully smug. This forces a waver in Ochako’s voice, especially when she thinks of the next thing she has to say.

“... and he tells me, he will never love anyone, like he does me,” she finishes. She feels her cheeks glow under the weight of his amused stare.

Aoyama sighs. “Words are wind, my love, and so are Hades’. No matter how sweet they sound. Do not trust him.”

A chasm appears in the earth to literally swallow Ochako whole. She gazes into it, and back to Mother, who tears up as he prepares to say goodbye once more.

She turns before she sees his grandiose and dramatic despairing, the wrath of the earth floating around him as he does. Ochako’s barely had her foot in the chasm when spring turns into fall, and the nymphs in the river begin to slip into quiet hibernation.

She jumps into the darkness and faces the ferryman, Deku--a fellow that’s probably too bright and sunny for his job, but one he takes seriously anyway. Ochako puts a coin in his hand and rides the boat through the mystic river.

“It’s, um, good to see you again, your highness,” Deku chirps a little too cheerily than he ought to be doing, in a river full of the dead. One of them glares at him from underwater, making him blush and force a grim look on his face. “So the land above is cold once more?”

“Yes. Such is the wrath of my queen mother.” She looks fearfully around the darkness, where ghosts and ghouls and such float. “The Underworld is doing well, it seems.”

“Yup! Our King works pretty hard to keep things in order! You know, judging the dead, punishing them, fixing the irrigation systems, things like that!”

“I see. It’s good to see that his highness managed well while I was gone.”

He seems to have completely given up being grim as they sail along the river, despite getting another pointed glare from the dead. With another bright smile incompatible with the setting, he says, “Oh, but don’t be down, my queen! His majesty thinks of you often as he governs us here!”

“Has he?” Ochako sighs dramatically. “I wonder if my king loves me as he says he does! My mother has warned me as much--”

They reach the end of the river. Deku alights and helps her off the boat. “Believe in our King. He waits for you to take his place by his side.”

Ochako nods, albeit uneasily, and leaves the ferryman at the edge of the river.

The Underworld is dark and grim and orderly. But she is the goddess of spring, and so flowers of all bright colors grow where her feet land. Fearlessly she makes her way through the mist and convoluted pathways, until she faces a great glass door, shining midnight blue.

Beyond which, her husband awaits.

And as she pushes the glass aside, she sees him. Tall, pale skin with blue scars and mismatched eyes, frost all around him. A sharp dark suit, a crown of twisted black metal on top of his pure silver hair. A mountain of scrolls and folders on his desk, the files of the dead souls awaiting judgment.

He turns to her quite naturally. A genuine smile on his face, one that makes disembodied voices gasp and swoon all around him. “Persephone.”

Ochako stutters in her steps a bit, face frozen in a smile that feels unnatural. She shakes herself back to her senses subtly and steps forward and bows deeply. “Your highness. I have returned as promised.”

Amusement glints in his eyes as he watches her stand to her full height again. “It’s good to see you again, my love. Winter on earth cannot come soon enough.”

Someone from afar chokes--Ochako hears something that sounds suspiciously like dreeamy boy!!! in the voice of Bakugou the god of war, from far away. She tries not to lose her focus and dares herself to look up at the face of her, um… her husband. “It has been a long year indeed, my King.”

He pauses and regards her, an unreadable look in his eyes. “Is there anything wrong?”

With his doubt comes the cold; Ochako rubs the skin of her bare arms as the frost encompasses the room. “No, not at all, my King. I just… think of my mother.”

“Queen Demeter,” he says flatly with a huff. “What has my sister told you?”

She looks up at him fearfully. His eyes have become dark, his demeanor intimidating. Shadows seem to dance around him as he steps closer.

It’s hard to be dishonest, and so she closes her eyes and answers. “My mother has told me… she told me that words are wind, and so are yours, so… I cannot possibly trust--”

A cold hand clasps around her wrist. She is terrified and is powerless to open her eyes, but then she feels warmth around her, and hears him shift in front of her.

When she opens her eyes, she finds her small frame enveloped in his coat. He’s kneeling in front of her, eyes shining in the darkness.

He takes a deep breath and says, quite clearly. “Please, believe in me, my queen. Without you, my kingdom remains dark and my heart, as dead and empty as those I serve. I have loved no-one but you, and will love no-one else.”

Ochako is having a really hard time looking straight into his eyes. “H-Hades… I…”

He doesn’t move, staring right into her eyes, waiting patiently. To hear her affirmation, or perhaps to break his heart is to be determined.

She bites her lower lip and swallows. “I… forgot my line…”

The air around them fills with groans in the next moment. “Really, Ochako-chan?! Just when it was getting good!”

“Sorry guys,” she whimpers as the lights switch on one by one. All around her, her classmates who have been pretending to be corpses at the edge of the stage get up and stretch.

From beyond the stage, Mina looks up at her, sighing as she fans herself with the script. “Anything wrong there, babe? You two are doing great so far, but you seem extra off just now? Kinda looking overheated there.”

Ochako sputters and shakes her head vehemently. “Wh-why would I be overheated, Mina-chan? It’s the opposite! It’s really cold up here!”

It is. They had Todoroki use his real ice instead of having the props team make imitation ones. The shivering parts of her acting were 100% real.

“You tell me, Ochako-chan. I’m just calling it as I see it,” Mina says with a wink that doesn’t make her feel any better. “In any case, I guess we can take a break for now. The two of you have been acting all morning, after all.”

With that, everyone disperses. Ochako takes a deep breath and releases it and begins to walk off the stage, trying not to slip on ice.

“Uraraka.”

“Todoroki-kun.” As distracting as the patch of blue that the make-up team placed over his scar is, she doesn’t miss the look of concern on his face as he walks beside her. “What is it? Oh--wait, I’m sorry, your coat…”

She begins to shrug off the coat, but he holds up two hands to stop her. “You can keep wearing it if you need to.”

“But…”

“You said you were cold. We aren’t doing our scenes in a while, anyway.”

“Oh,” she says with a bashful smile. “Yeah… Um, sorry for messing up the scene back there, Todoroki-kun. We should have been done for the day if I got it right.”

It’s hard to keep the feelings of embarrassment at bay, considering how many big mistakes she made in the past rehearsals despite her spending so many hours memorizing all the lines in Mina’s Greek mythology script. Compared to Todoroki-kun, who unexpectedly got into it very early on and delivers all his lines, angsty and lovey-dovey and everything else, without an ounce of hesitation. It’s unfair how talented Todoroki-kun is in many things without trying too hard!

Speaking of which, why was she cast in this role anyway? No-one was able to stop Mina-chan when they chose her idea for the cultural festival presentation, and no-one was also able to stop her from writing a script and consequently casting everyone in class. She doesn’t know what possessed her friend to cast Ochako in such a major role, and with Todoroki-kun as her leading man, and no-one bothered to give her a proper explanation for it.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” Todoroki tells her as they walk out of the classroom and towards the nearby vending machine. “I think you did well in your other scenes.”

… just not the ones with Todoroki-kun as Hades the King of the Underworld declaring his love for her and such, was the eventual conclusion. She groans and leans her head against the cool glass of the vending machine. “Urgh, I’m sorry you had to be cast with me, Todoroki-kun! I am so not good at romantic scenes! I don’t usually think of lovey-dovey stuff or anything like that…”

Sure you don’t, her brain snarks. She hits her forehead lightly against the machine in retaliation.

“I understand what you mean,” Todoroki agrees. “I don’t think about romance a lot, either.”

She puffs her cheeks. “But… you’re good at this. That makes it more unfair…”

Todoroki hums, a neither here nor there sound that doesn’t really sound like he’s agreeing. “Do you want anything?”

She shrugs, and gestures for him to pick for her. He presses a button near her ear, and she feels the cold of his fingertips against it. She should be recoiling at the feel of it, but she feels her cheeks warm up at the action instead.

Stupid! Why is she getting worked up about pretending to be his wife and hearing his fake proclamations of love up close? She’s inconveniencing Todoroki-kun and the rest of her class by being so iffy about acting when she should just suck it up and be a goddamn professional about this.

She tries to straighten up and look at her leading man just as the machine drops two bottles for pick-up. “So… Todoroki-kun. If you don’t think about romance that often, how are you able to say those cheesy lines from the script so easily?”

“... was my acting cheesy?” His eyebrows shoot up in mild concern.

She actually doesn’t know. It probably was by the way Bakugou was reacting, but everyone else including her was too mesmerized by him saying those lines at all to notice. “No, you were fine,” she finally manages.

Taking note of her odd answer, Todoroki instead mulls over her question seriously. It takes him a while and a bit of staring at Ochako that makes her feel out of sorts.

After a few more beats of silence, he begins speaking. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m good at pretending either, but when I have to, I try to mean what I say when I’m saying the lines.”

Ochako stares at him dumbly. “Ah… y-you mean… like… even those lovey-dovey lines?”

He nods, not looking the least bit embarrassed about the things he said.

“You’re kidding, Todoroki-kun! I’m sure you’re super good at pretending, just that you didn’t realize it until now…”

He shrugs. “Maybe. But it’s not hard pretending to care about you, Uraraka.”

His eyes aren’t as intense as they were on the stage, with all the shadows and lighting effects making blue and onyx shimmer so intimately, but his gaze and simple words paralyze her all the same.

To her silence, he looks right into her eyes and smiles, much like a scoundrel. “In fact, most of the time, it’s surprisingly easy. Even the parts where I talk about how dark and empty my heart is without you and all that.”

In utter disbelief, she flushes a deep red and has to look away from his teasing gaze before she melts in an incoherent puddle on the floor. What kind of guy just says these things without blinking? It’s hard to force herself not to turn away to say, “I change my mind, Todoroki-kun. You’re a ham. An utter cheeseball. You’re horrible.”

He huffs in amusement. “You said I wasn’t.”

“Well you are, and you’re the worst,” Uraraka says, finally turning away and puffing her cheeks in annoyance. No way is she going to survive this conversation if she allows him to look at her like that.

She hears him chuckle, and feels something cool being pushed into her hands. She looks down at the drink he’s bought her, and ends up gaping right at it.

“This is--”

The door to the classroom opens, Mina’s bright pink head popping out from within. “Ah, here’s my gorgeous loveteam is at. You guys ready for another rehearsal?”

Ochako’s jaw is still hanging open as Todoroki tells her, “Yeah, we’ll be there.”

“All righty~ better get to it, then,” she says. She gives them both a cheesy grin and disappears back into the classroom.

Todoroki walks ahead and looks back at her, that little smile still on his infuriating pretty mouth. “That’s my treat, by the way. Please finish it before you go back.”

He leaves, and Ochako is left to stare incredulously at the bottle of pomegranate green tea in her hand.

Yeah… he’s an utter cheeseball.

Before she can stop herself, she’s smiling all giddy and stupid and she has to straighten herself out to get back to a semblance of functionality. She puffs her cheeks, chugs down the drink in pure determination, and heads back to the rehearsal space, where the director and her leading man are waiting for her.

#todochakoweek2019 #todochako #todoocha #shouchako #todoroki shouto #uraraka ochako #mythology #greek mythology #hades #persephone #this was a hard prompt uhuhuhu #art by safri #bnha fic

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justheretobreakthings · 5 years

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Story Summary: Lance had been excited about his family taking in a foster kid, eager to get to meet his brand new little brother or sister, who would surely adore and idolize their super cool Big Brother Lance. What he got instead was a sullen, quiet, temperamental teenage housemate with a criminal record and a disastrous haircut.

The days leading up to the beginning of the school year were both too long and not long enough. Too long because there wasn’t a whole lot for Keith to occupy his time with. That was, admittedly, at least a little his own fault, as he spent the vast majority of his time in his room rather than downstairs where things were actually happening.

But it was easier on him this way. The TV in the front room was usually taken, and he didn’t want to interfere with anyone else’s use. Even when it wasn’t, the room was right there adjacent to the stairs and the basement entrance and the front door, all which were constantly trafficked. No way would he be able to relax amidst all that. And there was a family computer in the basement, but it faced outward into the room at large, and Keith hated the feeling of people looking over his shoulder while he was online, no matter how innocuous his browsing may be. Besides, Rachel had brought her trumpet home from summer band on Friday to practice it over the weekend, and the basement was her prefered practice space, so that was.

Tania, after noticing just how much time Keith spent hibernating in his room, had ordered a small used television for it online - despite Keith’s insistence that it wasn’t necessary, and hadn’t she already blown enough money on him over the past few days anyway - but they still had to wait for the delivery.

So the meantime was whiled away by re-reading his books and cautiously trying out the art supplies Tania had bought him for school. He didn’t think much of his artistic abilities, but it was one of the only creative outlets suggested by past therapists and social workers that actually clicked with him. He wouldn’t normally have asked his foster family for supplies, but Altea High required every student to take at least one year of a fine arts elective, so registering for art class had actually been a reason to need them.

The days were not long enough, though, in that, in spite of the way time had dragged, Keith still hadn’t managed to properly make himself feel ready to return to school by the time Monday morning rolled around. He woke early in the morning to a knocking at his door and Manuel’s voice telling him it was time to get up, and went downstairs to an unusually elaborate first-day-of-school breakfast, which Lance and Rachel both ate rather robotically, still adjusting to the waking world after a summer of sleeping in.

He threw on his clothes for the day - some dark gray jeans and a short-sleeved flannel that had formerly been Marco’s and which, to Keith’s surprise, had actually fit him pretty much perfectly, and were in better shape than most of Keith’s own clothes anyhow - and managed to get to the bathroom to finish his morning routine before Lance got to it. He had already managed to learn just how elaborate Lance’s ablutions were, and true to form, he kept Keith and Rachel waiting impatiently downstairs for twenty minutes in order to get his hair and face ‘perfect’. Even though when he finally was satisfied and came to join them, Keith could swear Lance looked exactly the same as he always did.

Rachel led the way out the door, slipping into the driver’s seat of an old scratched-up LeSabre parked at the curb. “You can take shotgun if you want,” she said to Lance as he opened the door of the seat behind her.

“God, no thanks,” Lance said. “I’ve seen you drive. I’m sitting where I’m most likely to survive when you inevitably crash us headlong into the auditorium.”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Oh, whatever. Keith will sit up front with me, right, Keith?”

“Uh, sure,” Keith said, opening the door and carefully sliding into the seat.

“Do what you want,” Lance said. “But don’t be surprised if you’re the first to go.”

“Shut up, Lance,” Rachel said as she turned the key in the ignition. She shifted the car into drive and started down the road.

“Tell Keith how many tries it took you to pass your driving test.”

“I passed it eventually, it doesn’t matter.”

“Five tries. And on the third try she ran over a - ”

Rachel cut him off by speeding up and then braking hard at the stop sign on the corner, sending Keith lurching forward and Lance’s face knocking into her headrest. “Oops,” she said flatly. “Sorry, Lance, guess I’m just a bad driver.”

“Vete a la mierda,” Lance muttered, rubbing his forehead with a scowl.

“I’m telling Mamá you’re teaching Keith bad words,” said Rachel.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Keith managed to tune them out not long into the drive. He pulled his feet onto the seat and his knees up to his chest, letting all his focus drift to the buildings and trees and street signs they passed as he stared out the car window, trying to familiarize himself with the new surroundings, look out for landmarks that would make the route easier to remember if he needed to walk to or from school any time soon. Occasionally certain foster families of the past would forget to take him to school or pick him up. Or maybe do so intentionally. He could never be certain.

Lance and Rachel managed to keep up their light bickering all the way up until they pulled into the student parking lot, where Rachel had to try twice to park between the lines of her selected parking space, to Lance’s amusement. Despite Lance’s elaborate morning routine, it seemed they had still managed to arrive at school earlier than most, since the majority of the parking spaces were still empty. That was good. Keith still needed to stop by the front office to pick up his finalized schedule, and the last thing he needed was for that to make him late on the first day of school.

He parted ways from the McClains at the entrance, where they set off to their lockers and Keith to the front office. It was fairly crowded when he entered, students and a few parents trying to get some last-minute arrangements made before classes began. Keith hovered near the doorway, not wanting to barge past anyone or draw undue attention to himself by going to the receptionist.

In the midst of debating how he was going to go about asking for his schedule, his thoughts were interrupted by his name being called. The door to the guidance counselor’s office, adjacent to the front office, had been flung open, and Mr. Smythe stood in the entryway, waving him over.

Keith let out a breath and hurried over. Mr. Smythe was a recognizable presence, if a rather overwhelming one. He was a difficult person to forget, between the shock of bright orange hair on his head to the elaborate matching mustache, from his shoulderpadded blazer to his distinct accent. He’d certainly left an impression when Keith and Tania had met with him a few days prior.

“Keith, my boy, good to see you again!” Mr. Smythe said, beckoning him toward the office. “Come in, come in, I was just about to get your schedule printed up for you.” Keith followed him into the little office silently. He wasn’t sure how long this would take, so he opted to keep standing rather than take a seat in one of the chairs along the wall by the door.

“Now,” Mr. Smythe said, plopping himself into his own chair and turning to his computer screen. “I fit you into the art elective you wanted and made room for you in one of the Spanish 1 classes that fit the rest of your schedule. We also managed to get a gym uniform in for you in your size in time for you to be able to participate in your Phys. Ed. class today, so you can let Señora McClain know she needn’t worry about that.”

“Okay,” Keith said.

The printer on Mr. Smythe’s desk whirred as the counselor swiveled his chair to face Keith directly. “Regarding your core classes,” he continued. “For most of them we’ve decided to go ahead and place you in the standard sophomore level courses. I understand that there may be a few concepts from freshman courses that may need to be reviewed for you, but I’ve given your teachers fair warning ahead of time, so they’re aware that you may need a little bit of one-on-one assistance. Don’t be afraid to ask for it. I’ve also gone ahead and gotten you signed up for peer tutoring during your study hall block, so that could be a means to help you catch up.”

“Oh.” Keith’s shoulders slumped and he lowered his gaze. The whole situation was embarrassing, him being as far behind in school as he was. He knew he wasn’t stupid - despite what certain foster family members or classmates had told him in the past - but between constantly switching schools, his discipline record, assignments and books gone missing, the absolute joke of ‘education’ that the juvenile center had stuck him with all through last school year, and a decade of intense stress as the icing on the cake, well… he was probably lucky that his grades weren’t even worse.

“The only class that we couldn’t put you in sophomore level for was your Mathematics requirement,” Mr. Smythe was continuing, and Keith shook himself back into the present. “Seeing as the syllabus is much more linear than your other core classes. We’ve placed you in Algebra 1. However, if you put some elbow grease into your studies, Ms. Ryner has said that she would be happy to work with you to map out an independent study curriculum to get you back on track. If you go that route, you can have Pre-Calculus finished by graduation, same as the majority of your classmates. Of course, only Algebra 2 is a required credit for graduation, but colleges will be looking for - ”

“The regular track is fine, Mr. Smythe,” Keith said, immediately wincing afterward when he realized he had just interrupted.

Mr. Smythe, fortunately, didn’t seem to take offense at the interruption, and instead simply gave him a brief nod before pulling the schedule out of the printer tray and handing it to him. “Well, the option is available all this semester in case you change your mind. We’ll be happy to make accommodations.”

“Thanks,” Keith grunted. He accepted the paper and scanned the schedule.

“And Keith?”

“Mm?”

“That doesn’t just apply to classes.” Keith looked back up from the schedule to find Mr. Smythe’s gaze fixed firmly on him, intense and sincere. “If you are having any difficulties adjusting here, any concerns, or if you just need someone to talk to. My job isn’t just schedule planning and test prep, you know.”

Keith narrowed his eyes. “Why… are you telling me that?”

Mr. Smythe shrugged. “Thought I’d make the offer. It’s never easy for a new student to transition, and I know you have a bit of a, ah, colorful history in school settings - ”

“Who told you that?” Keith snapped.

“Your transcripts,” Mr. Smythe replied simply.

“... Oh.”

“Of course, it’s entirely up to you if you want to meet with me or not,” Mr. Smythe continued. “Señora McClain did inquire about it, but doesn’t want to force anything. Just be aware, my door is always open.” He leaned back in his chair and swiveled his gaze to his computer. “Feel free to run along, now, Keith. Wouldn’t want to make you late for your first class.”

“Um, right,” Keith said, hesitating only a moment before backing out the door, pulling it closed behind him.

His next stop was his locker, and thankfully he remembered where that was from the school tour he’d been given last week, and it was close, only two halls down from the administrative wing. The hallway was crowded when he got there, and he clung to the straps of his backpack tightly as he wove his way through the mass of students and to his locker.

He hung his backpack onto the hook and grabbed some supplies for his morning classes. Biology was the first listed on the sheet that Mr. Smythe had given him, located in room 224, which was… he wasn’t sure where. It was a lot to remember after only a single tour.

Biting his lip, he looked around the crowd of students. Lockers were grouped by year, so this hallway should be full of sophomores, which hopefully meant that a familiar face was nearby. After a few moments of scanning, he spotted an orange headband poking up from the crowd, taller than most of the other students around, and he set off in that direction. He recognized that headband, he was pretty sure, and the odds of another student in the same school having that same particular taste in hair accessories seemed slim.

Sure enough, the boy with the headband was the same as the one who had been visiting the house the other day, and Lance was with him, chatting idly while leaning up against a nearby locker, the girl who’d been with them there as well, standing with her arms wrapped around a bright green trapper keeper.

The boy - Keith couldn’t quite recall his name; Hank, maybe? - noticed his approach, and greeted him with a smile and a wave, that got the others’ attention and had them turning to him as well. “Hey Keith!” he said brightly.

“Hey...” Keith said in return.

“Hunk,” the boy supplied. Oh, well, he had been close.

“Right.” He cleared his throat and held up his schedule to the others. “Do, um, do you guys know - could one of you show me - um, room 224?”

“Here, lemme see that,” Lance said, snatching the schedule out of Keith’s hand to examine. “Huh, same bio class as me, so you can just follow me there. Same lunch blocks too, looks like. And English, and computer science… and gym…” He raised a brow at Keith. “You stalking me, man? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but - ”

“I’m not stalking you,” Keith said, glaring as he grabbed his schedule back from him. “I didn’t pick the schedule.”

“Relax, I’m joking. Just making sure you’re aware how blessed you are to have me in so many of your classes.”

“I see we’re playing fast and loose with the definition of the word ‘blessed’ this morning,” the girl remarked, and for the life of him Keith couldn’t remember what her name was.

“Pidge here is just jealous of you,” Lance said to Keith. Pidge, then. Keith repeated it in his head a few times to commit it to memory.

“I am jealous of no one,” Pidge said. “I’ve got most of my classes with Hunk, so if anyone should be jealous, it’s you.”

“Aww, Pidge,” Hunk said with a smile. “That’s sweet of you to - wait, what do you want?”

“Your cookie at lunch.”

“No.”

“Then I take back my compliment.”

“All right, well,” Lance straightened up from the row of lockers and stretched. “Come on Keith, I’ll show you where Biology. Let’s give these two some privacy to get their flirt on.”

He made a gesture to follow as he stepped away, as Hunk let out an indignant squawk and Pidge stuck her tongue out at him. Keith hurried to fall into place next to him. “Wait, those two are dating?” he asked.

Lance smirked. “Heh, nah, they just get annoyed when I say they are. So, of course, I say it all the time. Why, you looking to get together with one of them? Because I gotta tell you, I don’t think you’re either of their type - for a number of reasons.”

Keith grimaced and shook his head. “No, I don’t date.”

“Huh,” said Lance. “Guess I’ll have to tell Pidge she was right.”

“What?”

“Here we are,” Lance said, dropping the subject abruptly and gesturing grandly into the doorway of a classroom. “Welcome to the Joy of Biology.”

He moved toward the back to plop into an empty desk, and Keith followed along behind him, staring straight ahead and watching the other students in the corners of his vision. Cautiously he edged toward the desk beside Lance’s. “So, do we just sit anywhere, or - ?”

He paused when he realized that Lance was already striking up a conversation with the occupant of his other desk neighbor, a girl with wire-frame glasses and a thick black ponytail. Deciding not to disturb them, Keith slid silently into the open desk, setting his notebook and folder on the desk’s surface and opting to simply remain quiet until class began.

The teacher, Mrs. Montgomery, arrived right before the bell rang and the students who were still standing as they chatted amongst themselves, presumably catching up after the summer break, hastened into the empty desks that remained. She thankfully didn’t try any sort of first day of school look-what-a-cool-teacher-I-am opening stunt, and instead opened the class fairly dully, dropping a stack of syllabi onto one of the desks in the front row for the students to pass around and returning to the front podium to read out the roll call.

It wasn’t exactly a big social occasion or anything worse being nervous over, but he still rehearsed saying ‘here’ in his head a dozen times over so that he was prepared when she called his name. “Kogane, Keith.”

“Here,” he replied.

He may have messed it up somehow anyway, though, because a kid sitting two desks away jumped in his seat and whipped his head around at the sound of Keith’s voice to look him up and down. He had floppy brown bangs and a sharply angled face, and the moment his gaze met Keith’s, his eyes widened and he quickly turned away again.

Keith narrowed his eyes at the back of the kid’s head. Something about his face struck him as vaguely familiar, just a twinge of recognition in his gut. He wracked his mind, but he couldn’t place it, and he reluctantly let the matter drop from his thoughts when the teacher finished with roll call and started passing out the textbooks.

#vldgen #vld fic #voltron fic #keith #lance #my writing #fic: welcome to the family

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dontstophq · 4 years

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JESSE ST. JAMES is a SENIOR at CARMEL HIGH SCHOOL. he is SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD, and a member of VOCAL ADRENLAINE he is SINGLE.

rachel berry, interest → the full situation hasn’t been explained to jesse, but he’s been told to watch the budding starlet at mckinley, rachel berry. he hasn’t met her yet in person, though he knows his reputation will get the job done in a matter of no time. he’s not threatened by a team of nobodies with no experience, but he’s a little curious as to where this plan will lead him to.

sebastian smythe, like mind → sebastian understands how to get things done. though jesse has never really schemed before with the enemy, he thinks sebastiab’s attempts at show choir warfare are entertaining, to say the least. so, he’ll pretend they’re in cahoots, and he’ll pretend to help whatever cause he thinks he’s fighting for. in the end, the warblers are just as much of losers as mckinley, anyways.

finn hudson, enemy → finn hudson is a laughable idiot. he’s too tall, he can’t dance, and he was born into a talent he doesn’t know how to use. and even then, the talent isn’t that good. he saw him lumbering at carmel’s invitational, and he couldn’t muster up anything more than a laugh and a roll of the eyes. finn is certainly not leading man material, and jesse enjoys torturing him from a distance using nothing more than words with two or more syllables.

THUNDERCLAP REVIEW.

1. what drew you to show choir?

I’d like to think that show choir was drawn to me. I’ve been performing for as long as I could remember. The machine that is Vocal Adrenaline would have been stupid to let me slip through their fingers as soon as I stepped foot in the halls of Carmel. On a more literal note… The excessive hair products, the daring costume choices and being centre stage.

2. who do you think is the most popular person in school, and why?

Popularity isn’t a thing that I like to distract myself with. Will crushing everyone so you can make it to the top make you popular? No, of course not but it will make you a star. What my high school peers think of me is no concern of mine. It’s my future audience’s opinion that really counts.

3. out of everyone in the world, who would you say is your biggest inspiration?

Mr. Jesse St. James. Really. With all of the struggles and hardships I’ve overcome to then make it as the top show choir in the country’s star performer? I’d inspire anyone with my work ethic. Myself included.

#c: all.#c: taken.

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gleefuldarrencrissfan · 7 years

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Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, Santana Lopez, Sue Sylvester, Brittany S. Pierce, Artie Abrams, Carmen Tibideaux, Jesse St. James, Quinn Fabray, Sam Evans, Mercedes Jones, Kitty Wilde, Sebastian Smythe, Jake Puckerman, Marley Rose, Ryder Lynn, Will Schuester, Emma Pillsbury, Coach Beiste Additional Tags: Competition, Reality TV, Alternate Universe, Eventual Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson & Sam Evans Friendship, Kurt Hummel & Rachel Berry friendship, Duet, Slow Burn Summary:

"Chapter 18: Reunited

Chapter 18: Reunited

“Blaine! Blaine, Please! Talk to me!” Kurt pleaded, as they stood in the hallway.

“About what, because it seems to me that you’re the one that should have come and talked to me. I thought that you and I got along well. I loved the way you talked to me, but it seems to me that you were just telling me what I wanted to hear!” Blaine shouted.

“But, Blaine, you don’t underst--”

“I don’t want to hear it, Kurt. I thought we were friends, but then you go out, get drunk, and throw yourself at some guy in leather and guyliner, so whatever, fine...Why don’t you go talk to him!”

“Blaine,” Kurt cried out. “Wait!” But Blaine had stormed off. Kurt slumped to the ground, frustrated that Blaine didn’t even give him a chance to explain what really happened.

“Kurt?” It was a kind, familiar voice.

“Hey,” Kurt said quietly.

“Are you ok?”

Kurt shook his head no. “I screwed up. Elliott kissed me, and I allowed it to happen. Dare I say that I even liked it a little, but…”

“But you love Blaine,” Rachel answered slowly, closing in the gap and hugging Kurt tightly.

He nodded. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I had one boyfriend, and it was never serious. I mean, hell, all we ever did was kiss, and even then, it was obvious that something wasn’t right. But with Blaine…” his voice drifted off.

“It just feels right, like you’re drawn to him. Like every touch, even brush of the fingertips sets your skin ablaze. It’s like you were alive before you met him, but a part of you was missing,” she finished.

“Damn, Rachel. Either you’ve developed ESP, or you’ve felt it yourself,” Kurt surmised. “And it’s the latter, isn't it?” he squealed clapping his hands. “Who?”

“Well, we aren’t seeing each other, but he flirts a lot. He’s so handsome.”

“Finn?” Kurt asked, smiling.

“Um, no actually, although he’s gorgeous. He’s out of my league. I guess this other guy is too. Ugh! The Wedding Singer was right. Love stinks!”

Kurt giggled. “I missed your insanity, you know that?” he asked, hugging the short girl tightly. “So, how do I fix this?”

Sam excused himself after he finished his tweets, using a headache as his excuse, but really he had something else entirely on his brain, finding Blaine. However, he had a pretty good idea where he would be. He ran upstairs to their room and grabbed his guitar. He headed for the door, but then he walked over to his dresser and pulled something from his sock drawer. He walked down the steps and headed into the kitchen, stopping at the fridge.

He poured himself a glass of juice and sat at the table for a moment to contemplate what to say to Blaine. He had seen the photo, and he understood why it upset Blaine. Sam drank the last drop from his glass and stood up from the table when Kurt barged down the stairs.

Kurt was visibly upset. “Sam, have you seen Blaine?” he asked frantically.

“No, I haven’t. Are you ok?” Sam asked, sitting back down.

Kurt shook his head. “No, I hurt him. I was going to tell him about the kiss as soon as the show was over, I swear, but he saw that damn photo. I don’t want to hurt him, Sam.”

Sam nodded. “”It’s alright. Calm down. Everything will be ok,” Sam assured him. “I think he just needs some time to think. Just give him some time and space to clear his head. He’ll find you when he’s ready, and then you two need to talk.”

Kurt’s face relaxed a little. “If you see him, please tell him I’m…”

Sam patted Kurt’s shoulder. “No, you need to tell him, but let him come to you. I’ve seen Blaine angry before, and he does what I do. He needs to clear his head. Just give it a little while,” Sam suggested. There was a small passage of time where both men just seemed frozen in place, as they both seemed to contemplate the moment. “Man, I wish I had something sweet to snack on,” Sam said coyly. “Something with chocolate.”

Kurt smiled. “That’s what I can do! I can make him some cookies,” Kurt smiled.

“And you can also share those cookies with the guy that gave you the inspiration,” Sam hinted, smiling.

“Maybe,” Kurt grinned. “But only if the cookie thing works.”

Sam stood up from his seat. “Well, I don’t know anything about cooking, so I’ll let you do your thing. I’m gonna head to the studio and play for awhile. Can you ask the others not to go in there? It messes up the recording if anyone goes inside.”

“Sure, I can do that,” Kurt nodded..

When he arrived downstairs, Blaine was strumming his guitar. Sam barged into the studio, causing Blaine to lose his place on the song ‘Misery.’

“Hey, I was recording,” Blaine huffed. “Now I have to start over.”

Sam’s shoulder’s slumped. “Sorry man, but I needed to find you. You worried me, running out of the room like that.”

Blaine propped his guitar against a stool. “I’m sorry. I just thought... I thought he liked me, but that kiss in the photo….it wasn’t just a peck. I mean, are they dating now?” Blaine asked, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t know, and you won’t either, unless you talk to him,” Sam said softly.

“Why should I?” He’s seeing Glitter Rock Vampire. He could’ve told me.” Blaine huffed angrily.

“Could he? Didn’t he ask to talk to you earlier, privately?” Sam asked.

Blaine’s head dropped. “Yeah, he did. I guess he and I don’t really get to be around each other much. Maybe that’s what he was going to tell me. That he’s dating Elliott,” Blaine sighed.

“You’re assuming he’s dating Elliott, but you guys haven’t even talked yet,” Sam reasoned. “Who knows? A kiss doesn’t mean they are in love. Actually, sometimes a kiss reveals the opposite, that there is no real connection, you know. That's what I found out after making out with Quinn. You just need to talk to him.

Blaine crossed his arms defensively. “Stop defending him. You saw the picture.”

“Yes, I saw the picture, but you didn’t see this.”

“What is that?” Blaine asked, eyeing the piece of paper suspiciously that Sam held up.

“Kurt’s letter to me when he resigned. I got Rachel to help me read it. And I think you need to too. Do you seriously not know how he feels about you? That boy really cares about you.”

Blaine held the paper tightly, his fingers trembling slightly with nerves. “I probably shouldn’t read this,” Blaine stated guiltily.

“He asked me not to show it to you, but you need to get your head out of your ass,” Sam said. “Then, you need to go and apologize.”

Blaine opened the letter, and his whole face immediately softened.

Dear Sam,

I’m glad that I got a chance to meet you, however brief my time on the show might have been. You were always so kind to me, even though I was different. Thank you.

I have a request. Look out for Blaine. He’s a great guy, and I just don’t trust Sebastian now that I’m not there. I really wish I didn’t have to go. I have made some great friends, yourself included, but it physically hurts leaving Blaine. You teased me about him, but I really do care about him, probably more than I should. More than I thought I ever could for anyone. So please, encourage him to keep doing his best, and do what you can to keep Weasel Face from trying to get to him. Please. I know that you will because I’m a good judge of character, and I know that you will watch out for him. Good luck. You know that I am secretly hoping for Blaine and Rachel to win the whole show, but I wish you go far. Maybe this will be your big break.

Best Wishes,

Kurt Hummel

P.S. Be a pal and don’t squeal about us sharing a bed last night. It’s not what it looks like. ;-P

Blaine reluctantly held open the letter, as a tear slipped down his face. “I’m an idiot.,” he sighed. “Do you really think he feels this way about me?” Blaine asked the blonde boy.

“You aren’t an idiot,” Sam said, placing his hand on Blaine’s shoulder. “And yes, I really think he feels that way about you. Kurt doesn’t lie. He’s honest to a fault. And his face doesn’t lie either. Go apologize.” Sam suggested.

Blaine sighed. “I really care about him, but seeing that picture. It…”

“Made you feel jealous as hell, right? Sam asked.

Blaine nodded.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

Blaine nodded again. “I think so. I mean, I’ve never been in love before. Not really, but he’s all I think about. And being without him was miserable,” Blaine closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “But what if he doesn’t feel the same way back? What if he is seeing Elliott?”

“Seriously Blaine, it’s obvious that you are both crazy about each other. Talk to him. I don’t think he’s seeing Elliott.”

“And if he is?” Blaine asks nervously.

“If he is, then respect that. But I don’t think they’re meant for each other, not after seeing the way you and Kurt look at each other, hold each other. The night before he resigned, you should have seen you two. If he gave even the slightest whimper, you tightened your grip and pulled him closer, and he would immediately relax. It was like he felt safe in your arms. And when he came back, you collapsed in his arms as well, like it was the only place you wanted to be.”

“He just got back in the competition. If I go in there and blurt out all of my feelings, and he does feel the same, I don’t think I can hold back. I don’t want to mess things up by getting him or both of us eliminated.” Blaine sighed.

“I’m not telling you to kiss him in the middle of the stage and propose. Just apologize, and talk it out. I think there’s so much more to this story. Let him tell it.” Sam smiled warmly.

“Thanks Sam. Wait, you made out with Quinn?” Blaine smiled slyly.

“Uh yeah, but don't you have someone else you need to talk to right now?” Sam asked, trying to duck from that conversation.

“Ok, but I spilled my guts, so you’re going to spill yours later.”

“Deal,” Sam nodded.

When they shut down the computers for the night, Jake was relieved. He was fine until some people tweeted comments about the cute mohawk guy, and how they wished he had made the show. Jake stepped out of the living room, and opened the back door onto the deck. The only reason he even signed up to do this competition in the first place was because his brother had wanted him too. He told him that it was something that they could do together. Puck had finally won him over by saying that they would get more chicks if they were celebrities. And now, he was gone because of his own stupidity. And Jake was abandoned, again.

It was unintentional. It always was. His dad was incapable of staying anywhere for long periods of time, and his mother worked three jobs just to make ends meet, so Jake had gotten used to being by himself. He used to just bury his resentment inside, but when he started highschool, he was sick of feeling cast off. Actually, he was pissed about being completely forgotten and treated like he didn’t matter. After the second fight in the same quarter, he just knew that he was on his way to Juvie. He had stepped into the office expecting to see his mom, the principal, and some police officers, but instead he was introduced to the brother he never knew existed.

Their relationship grew from there. It didn’t matter when or where, whether it was the middle of nowhere at 2AM, Puck came anytime Jake called. And the third time Jake was dragged to the office, Puck convinced his mother and the principal that day that he could help straighten him out. He related his own experience in Juvie and how it made him see the light. He promised that he could help him. He had stories about how he was enrolled in college, and he had plans to start his own business one day. His mother, at the end of her rope, agreed, and gave guardianship over to Puck when Jake was a junior in high school.

After Jake graduated, Puck convinced him to follow him to LA, and they had actually been really successful. Jake knew that Puck had saved him from himself, from being isolated and alone. But now, here he was back to square one. He sighed and did what he always did when he needed to just get away from everything and everyone that had let him down. He closed the basement door behind him and headed down the steps into his haven, the dance studio.

Jake grabbed his Ipod from his pocket and plugged it into the speakers. He scrolled through his ITunes and found the song that he was looking for. Then, he cranked up the speakers and just let himself get lost in the rhythm. He was so entranced that he never saw the thin brunette at the mirror, stretching on the ground.

Marley watched as Jake twirled and spun effortlessly, with so much grace that it seemed as if he was floating on the air around him. She sat still on the floor and just watched as passion radiated from his body. It was breathtaking. And private. He thought he was alone, and here she was trespassing. Maybe she could sneak out.

She stood slowly, tiptoeing lightly toward the door, turning her head slightly towards Jake to make sure that he didn’t see her. Which was why she didn’t notice the speaker cord that was now wrapped around her foot and she was on the ground.

“Marley, are you alright!” Jake called, rushing to her quickly, quickly unwrapping the cord that had entangled her ankle.

“Yeah, shoot! I was trying to leave quietly so that I didn’t disrupt you. You’re amazing, you know that?” she smiled timidly.

“Thank you,” he said softly, returning her smile. His hand brushed lightly against her cheek as he pushed a stray hair out of her face.

“I meant your d-dancing. It’s beautiful,” she stammered.

“So are you,” he answered, his chocolate eyes gazing into her soft blue ones. They stared at each other for a moment, but Marley dropped her gaze to the floor as a pink blush began to spread across her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she almost whispered.

“I don’t think you sprained it or anything,” he said running his fingers lightly over the pale skin right above her foot and up her shin.

The brunette giggled lightly, pulling her leg away from the man’s hand. “That tickles.”

“I’m sorry. I was just checking to see if it was ok. If you were ok. So are you? Are you ok?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing?”

“Me? Why?”

You seemed really upset in there, quiet. Is it Puck?”

Jake nodded. “He’s an ass sometimes, but he’s my brother. A lot of people think he’s a jerk, but he’s a great guy, and he always has my back, ya know. I didn’t expect him to have to go so soon,” he admitted.

Marley smiled. “You two are close, aren’t you?”

“We are now. We didn’t even know each other existed until a few years ago. But we’re kinda all each other has. Since we moved out here, we don’t really see anyone else. And my mom, I just feel like I’ve just let her down. And my dad,” his voice drifted off.

“I remember what Puck said in group. I get it. My dad left too. For years, I blamed myself. My mom tried to tell me that it wasn’t my fault, but in my eyes, he left us both.” Her bright blue eyes were starting to glisten over with tears.

“Marley,” Jake whispered. “I’m sorry, for the other day, when we, when I, you know, when I kissed you. I was out of…”

Marley leaned in, pressing her lips lightly to Jake’s, ever so slightly, and then hesitated, pulling back.

Jake smiled softly. “Apology accepted then?” he chuckled.

She nodded, blushing profusely, as he placed his hand on her soft cheek, their lips meeting together once more. Marley meant to pull back, but Jake’s mouth opened, his tongue lightly teasing her lips, and her mouth opened, allowing the kiss to deepen as Jake’s wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his body closely against her. Jake’s hand wandered under her shirt, and Marley gave in to the amazing sensation of his fingertips as he lifted her shirt over her head. His lips instantly moved to her neck, and began moving down the now exposed skin.

Marley felt herself tremble, as his hands and lips explored each inch of her upper body. She was nervous, but she shut her mind off, giving in to the feel of the boy against her on the floor in the studio. She felt her inhibitions leave as his lips continued to pepper kisses down her body.

The heavenly smell wafting down the stairwell into the basement could only mean one thing. Someone was baking. And there was only one person that Blaine knew in the house that could bake something that smelled so amazing.

He bounded up the stairs, two at a time, taking the aroma in as he reached the top step. He opened the door, and stopped immediately to see Kurt bending over to pull a large cookie sheet out of the oven. Oh, that gorgeous, perfect ass. He stood frozen, as images from the photos raced through his mind. Blaine, he may be taken , he reminded himself as he took in the other sites around the kitchen. There were several cookie sheets, filled with every cookie imaginable, covering every inch of counter space in the kitchen.

“I knew that was you in here before I even got up the stairs,” Blaine smiled timidly. “Kurt, I…”

“I’m not seeing Elliott,” Kurt blurted, rushing into Blaine’s arms. “I swear. The kiss, it was a way to get this guy to leave me alone. Karofsky.”

“The bully you were telling me about before?”

“Yeah. He was there when Elliott and I went out. It wasn’t a date. Sugar and Unique were there too. We were celebrating the makeovers, you know. Elliott and I sang together, and afterwards, Karofsky grabbed me and tried to dance with me. Elliott pretended to be my boyfriend to get him to leave me alone. He didn’t know who it was.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t really have to explain to me, although you can talk to me about anything, anytime. Elliott is your friend, and I’m glad he was there to help you the other night. I overreacted. I got jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“He’s a good guy, and he’s a good friend to you, and I guess, I just thought, maybe that he, that you and him, were maybe becoming more than just friends. I mean, the way he flirts with you, I guess I just thought that…”

“Blaine, he flirts with everybody, including you, even Sebastian.”

“Not as much as he does with you, and yeah, I just thought that maybe he was going to replace me.”

Kurt cocked his head to the side curiously. “How do you mean?”

Blaine paused, choosing his words carefully. He couldn't mess this up. “As friends, I guess. I mean, I don’t get to see you much at all anymore, and I miss you, ok. Your friendship is special to me, and I just don’t want to lose you,” Blaine admitted.

“Hey, you could never lose me,” Kurt promised, enveloping him in a hug. “I’ll always be your friend, Blaine. It’s like you and Sam. He’s a great guy too, and I’m glad that he was here for you when I left. It put my mind at ease,” Kurt smiled. “Blaine, thank you.”

“For what?” Blaine asked, a look of pure confusion spreading across his face.

“For your friendship. I missed you,” Kurt admitted, biting his bottom lip a little.

“I missed you too.” Blaine said, still holding tightly to the boy that he realized he was falling for more and more each moment they were together. He finally pulled away, closing his eyes and taking in the heavenly aroma. “Kurt, those smell fantastic! But are baking for the entire crew?” he chuckled. “I mean, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen this many cookies at once, except when my mother organizes a bake sale. Why so many?”

“I’m a stress baker, but I have to admit that I wanted to make your favorite. It occurred to me that you never told me what it was, so I had to guess.”

“Honestly, I usually don’t really eat a lot of sweets. But, I’ll try them, a little bit of each one, you know just for the sake of knowing what my favorite is,” he smiled.

“Well, ok. I guess I can let you have a little piece of each one, then,” the brunette flirted. “These are my turtle cookies. They are my favorite, of the ones with chocolate anyway,” Kurt said, holding one up to Blaine.

Blaine graciously took the cookie, immediately bringing it to his lips and taking a bite. “Oh my gosh, Kurt. These are exquisite! You said these are all for me, right?”

“Blaine! I’ve already been told twice that if I don’t share this cookies after making them smell them for three hours straight, I would be the next thing popped into the oven or cut with a meat cleaver, and that was coming from Santana and Mercedes. I don’t think either of them were joking,” laughed Kurt, rolling his eyes playfully. “I guess I’ll allow you to have them if you share one with me.”

Suddenly, Blaine felt Kurt’s finger swipe right below his bottom lip. “Saving it for later, Blaine,” he giggled. Blaine motioned for Kurt to take one for himself, but he held out one toward Blaine. Blaine responded by grabbing the cookie in his teeth, smiling playfully at Kurt.

They were ok, or at least they would be, but now Blaine was even more confused. As he looking directly into Kurt's beautiful eyes, Blaine’s mind rushed back to the words in the letter. Kurt really did care about him, more than he should, he said. “I really am sorry,” Blaine apologized, moving in closer, extending his arms toward the brunette.

“I know. Me too,” Kurt answered, allowed his body to fully collapse into Blaine’s arms, laying his head upon the shorter boy’s shoulder. So he was jealous. Feeling the other boy’s arms so tightly around him made him feel safe, even loved, until he pondered Blaine’s exact words. He was jealous of their friendship. That’s all they were were. Close friends. Even after Blaine reacted the way he had, Kurt thought maybe it was because he thought he and Elliott were dating, and Blaine realized that he had romantic feelings for him.

Kurt let out a sigh. Of course he didn't. But at least, the boy holding him cared about him. Even if it was only friendship, Blaine cared about him, and that would have to be enough. Besides, a relationship would just complicate things. It was only through someone else’s indiscretions that allowed him to be back in the competition at all. He was lucky. He pulled back.

He perched himself on his tiptoes and placed a small kiss to the top of the other boy’s forehead and hoped he didn't see the tear sliding down his face.

Jeff pouted, as he entered the cab. “I could have paid for that.”

“How about you pay for the drinks at Boulevard?” Nick suggested. “Technically, this is a gig, so I can’t drink until we’re done, but I’ll get something afterwards,” He said, bumping shoulders with the blonde.

Jeff smiled. “Alright. So what kind of music do you play?

“Mostly covers. You know, the Beatles, The Rolling Stones, but this is a gay bar, so we’re going to throw in quite a few dance numbers,” Nick answered.

“Boulevard’s a gay club? Will that make the band nervous?” Jeff asked.

“They’re all gay too,” Elliot admitted. “It’s made up of several of the members of the band and back-up singers from the show.” Nick commented.

“The show let’s you play in other venues?” Jeff asked, grinning slightly, as the boys walked shoulder to shoulder.

“I don’t think they really care as long as we show up for rehearsal and we don’t suck,” Nick chuckled.

“I’m sure you guys will be great,” Jeff grinned. “Do you sing too?”

“Mostly back-up, but we switch, um vocals, you know,” Nick smiled tentatively. Nick opened the door of the club and motioned for Jeff to go through. “You first.”

“Thank you,” Jeff blushed again. “Break a leg,”

Nick reached his hand out to the blonde. “Wait, come with me. I want you to meet the band. I know you may recognize some of the faces, but I didn’t know if you knew them.” The blonde grinned and took the other boy’s hand in his, interlacing their fingers together.

Nick led them into the small room backstage. “This is Dani. She sings and plays guitar. Spenser is our drummer, and his partner, Allistar, plays the bass.” Jeff politely shook hands with the band mates. “And this is our lead singer and pianist, Elliot.” Nick said, introducing the two boys. Jeff extended his hand, which Elliott shook politely. “Jeff, would you mind to hang out here for a minute with the band?. I need to make sure the stage is set up with enough mics and stuff and get my music ready. Can I order you a drink?”

Jeff nodded. “A rum and coke, please,” Jeff answered, as Nick smiled and let the room.

“Hey, you work on Duets , right?” Elliott asked, recognizing Jeff.

“Yeah, I’m a dance instructor. Jeff,” he said, extending his hand. “You’re a stylist? I heard what happened to Sebastian’s hair. That was you, right?” the blonde chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess I was a part of the conspiracy, although I wasn’t the mastermind. So, you and Nick?” Elliott asked, winking.

“Well, we just met, but I think he seems sweet. We had a great time at dinner,” Jeff gushed. “This is our first date, I think.”

“You think?”

“Well, he said it was, but he seems really nervous.”

“I think he just likes you a lot. He couldn’t quit mentioning you at rehearsal the other day.”

“Really?” Jeff blushed.

“Yeah, he kept wanting to rehearse dance numbers so he could get his hot date out there to shake his ‘sexy ass’ for him. We might have worked something out, you know, just to humor him,” Elliott chuckled.

Jeff turned several shades of red, covering his face with his hands. He cleared his throat and changed the subject. “So, what about you? Do you have a guy in the audience?” Jeff questioned.

“Nope, although there’s a guy I have my eye on?” Elliott smiled.

“It’s not Nick, is it?” Jeff looked a little worried. “Because I don’t know if I can compete with you?”

“Uh no, Nick’s not really my type, and he’s really into you. I respect that. I don’t hit on another guy’s man, although you’re a cutie.” he smiled.

“So, does he work on Duets ? There’s several guys there to choose from, I think.” Jeff commented. “There are several gay men on the show. I’m kinda surprised by that.”

“Well, it’s an artsy kind of show. I think you find quite a few gay artists. Singers, dancers, performers,” Elliott responded.

“So, which one captured your attention?” Jeff questioned.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s off limits,” Elliott answered.

“Oh, so it’s a contestant?” Jeff chuckled. “Man, I think people on the show hate that ‘no dating contestants’ rule.

“Yeah, I have to say I’m kinda jealous that you and Nick can go on a date,” He smiled. “It’s fine, though. I don’t really know him that well. He’s got his eye on another guy anyway.”

Nick strolled back in the room and handed Jeff his drink. “Hey, we’re going to go on in a few minutes. I got a table for you out front.”

“Thank you,” Jeff commented. “Well, break a leg, guys.”

Jeff was really impressed. They were really good. He alternated between dancing, singing along, and listening attentively as the band played through their set. On the final number, Nick stepped up to the mic. “We’ve got one more song for you. We wanted to leave you with something you could dance to.

Nick:

Oooh

His eyes, his eyes make the stars look like they’re not shining

His hair, his hair falls perfectly without him trying

He’s so beautiful and I tell him everyday

Jeff smiled, and he remembered what Elliott said about wanting Jeff to get up and dance, so he did. He danced to impress, moving his hips and shaking his ass, never taking his eyes off the handsome guitarist that was singing to him. He tried to suppress the grin that was spreading across his face as the brunette sang to him. More than once, he had to remind his body to dance, but he was failing miserably. He couldn't help but watch the brunette play and sing passionately to him as if he was the only person in the room.

Nick (Elliot & Dani):

When I see your face (When I see your face)

There’s not a thing that I would change

‘Cause you’re amazing (You’re amazing)

Just the way you are

Yeaah.

“Thanks everybody. You’ve been awesome,” Nick said to the crowd, but looking only at Jeff. Nick started to help the band gather up their equipment, but Elliott told him to attend to his date. Nick didn’t argue. He rushed off the stage to join Jeff, who was still swaying on the dance floor, as a DJ played a dance track. “Well, how did you like the band?”

“You guys were awesome. Can we hang out awhile, or do you need to go? I know it's getting late?” Jeff asked, still swaying to the music.

“Well, we can go if you need to, but I don’t mind to stay awhile. I mean, if you want to,” Nick said shyly.

“I want to stay for a little while so my sexy date can join in on a dance,” Jeff flirted.

“Well, if you want me too, but I won’t look as good as you do out here. Dancing next to you, I might look like an idiot,” Nick pouted.

“There’s no way you could look like an idiot. You’re gorgeous,” Jeff said, dropping his head shyly, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. He cleared his throat in an attempt to calm his nerves. “Besides, I’m a dance teacher. I’m sure I could show you some moves.” “Are you saying something’s wrong with my moves?” Nick joked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen them yet, except the wild man sway you had going with the guitar,” Jeff joked.

“Oh trust me, blondie. You aren’t the only guy with some serious moves.” Nick flirted back.

“Yeah, and where are you hiding them, then,” Elliott chuckled. “Although right now, you guys are both just kinda standing there while Gaga is playing, which is just scandalous. Come on, Nick. Dance with this sexy man, or I just might have to,” he teased, moving beside Jeff, facing Jeff sideways, his hand on Jeff’s other hip.

Nick started moving to the music, watching Elliott move in closer to Jeff. Nick in turn moved in closer as well, his hands finding Jeff’s hips and pressing his body closer to Jeff’s, the three boys now dancing together with the music. Elliott shifted so that his body was now directly behind Jeff’s, his groin dangerously close to Jeff’s ass.

“Hey, that’s my date,” Nick fussed, quickly moving in close to Jeff, face to face, and pressing his body closer to him. Nick’s face grew hot with jealousy mixed with a side of arousal, as he moved his left hand from Jeff’s hip to his ass, now creating a barrier between Elliott’s crotch and his date’s ass.

Elliott caught the look in Nick’s eye and he backed away, allowing the usually shy brunette to align his hips to the blonde’s as their bodies continued to dance to the music, one song fading into the next.’

“I love this song,” Nick shouted, pressing his body even closer into Jeff’s. Jeff started to reply, but then a moan escaped his lips as Nick thrust his hips against Jeff’s groin, the friction making him aroused. Nick responded immediately by leaning in and kissing Jeff on the lips, slowly at first, then opening his mouth. Jeff happily slipped his tongue inside the slightly shorter boy’s mouth as they continued to move their hips together,

Elliott finished the song, dancing with a shorter, stocky man as he watched the other two boys get lost in the music and each other. Afterwards,, he joined Dani at the table for a drink.

“Damn, I saw that El,” Dani smiled.

“What?” Elliott pretended to be offended.

“I swear, you are the biggest flirt!” she accused jokingly.

“Hey, you saw it. Nick was never gonna make a move, and that boy has one sexy ass.”

“He does have a sexy ass.” Dani agreed. “Nick found him a hot one this time. They look really good together.”

“They do,” Elliott said as he watched the two boys, their bodies moving fluidly together as Nick’s lips kissed Jeff’s neck. “Jeff seems really nice. Nick is really taken with him. You saw the way he never took his eyes off of him while he was on stage. I never heard him mess up on stage so much.”

“Well, can you blame him? A hot sexy man was staring at him like he wanted to drag him off the stage and into a closet,” Dani laughed.

Elliott and Dani watched the two men dance, their lean bodies fitting fluidly together as one song faded into the next. The two bandmates finished their drinks and talked about their next gig, their eyes occasionally zoning in on the two boys again, who seemed to have forgotten that anyone else was in the room, or even on the same planet.

After gulping down the last of his drink, Elliott stood up. “Well, I hope that Jeff sticks around. They’re perfect for each other,” Elliott commented.

“Well, um, it’s a little late for that,” Dani commented.

“What, why?” Elliott asked, looking around for the two boys.

“Because it looks like they decided to take the show somewhere else,” Dani laughed as she pointed to Nick, who was leading Jeff quickly for the door. Nick stopped suddenly, causing Jeff’s body to collide against his, and Jeff used the opportunity to crash his lips back into Nick’s, one arm snaking around Nick’s waist, and the other firmly in the brunette’s hair.

“Nick, Nicky,” Jeff moaned. “Hey, not here, babe.”

“My place isn't that far away. You wanna come over?” Nick suggested, his other arm still wrapped around Jeff’s waist, pulling him in to kiss his neck once more.

The blonde’s lashes fluttered. “Yes, I do,” Jeff blurted lustfully. “Hey, but we probably shouldn’t,” he answered stepping out of the club and into the cool, crisp air,

“Yeah, you’re right,” Nick agreed, but his body betrayed him. His arms were still wrapped around the other boy, and the bulge in his pants said that he didn’t want to say goodnight anytime soon. “This is our first date, and I don’t want you to think this is how I usually behave on first dates,” he said, hailing a cab. “How about we kiss goodnight here, and agree to go out again soon,” Nick suggested disappointedly.

Jeff’s bottom lip protruded out in a sad little pout. “If we must,” he sighed.

“You need to tuck that lip back in there,” Nick laughed.

“Or what?” Jeff teased back.

Nick ran his tongue over the pouted lip, causing Jeff to eagerly slam his body against Nick’s as he opened his mouth, granting entrance to the wet tongue begging for access. Nick pushed his body against Jeff’s, kissing his lips hungrily as Jeff’s back pressed against the passenger door of a cab. The cabbie honked his horn.

“Hey, that was playing dirty!” Nick accused playfully.

“I haven’t begun to play dirty, yet,” Jeff winked. Nick felt Jeff’s arousal as the blonde leaned in once again, stealing one more kiss before Nick pulled away. “Seriously, you are making it hard to be a gentleman.”

“Actually, it just looks like I’m just making it hard for you in general,” Jeff smirked. “And in that situation, I tend to like it when it isn’t so gentle.”

“Damn, Jeff, I’m trying to do the right thing here. I really like you, and I don’t want you to think that I just want to sleep with you. I’m not looking to just hook up, ok.”

Jeff smiled. “I know, but I don’t want you to go yet.”

Nick chuckled. “Hey, we work together, I promise we will see each other soon. I have another gig here tomorrow. Same time as tonight. And we could do dinner again, or something else if you prefer.”

“Yeah, ok. I’d like that,” Jeff commented, quickly kissing Nick’s cheek, only to have Nick turn toward him so their lips met once more. “Tomorrow night soon enough for you, babe?” Jeff asked slyly as he slid into the taxi cab’s back seat.

“No, but it will have to do. Text me when you get home, beautiful,” Nick said, leaning down to kiss Jeff once more.

“I will. See you tomorrow,” Jeff said sadly, raising his head up to place another small kiss to the other boy’s lips.

Nick glanced at his watch and grinned. It was ten after midnight. “It is tomorrow,” Nick chuckled, launching his arms around the blonde and knocking him on his back on the vinyl seat.

“Bout time you got in the car. I was about to leave your asses!” the cabbie snarked. “Where to?” he asked.

“It’s up to him,” Nick said, pointing at the blonde. He turned back to face Jeff. “I will go anywhere you want if you don’t want to part yet, or I will ride with you to your place to say goodnight, or he can drop me off first. You just tell me what you want,” he said, and then returned to peppering gentle kisses along Jeff’s neck.

“You said you live close?” Jeff gasped, as the brunette’s lips nibbled as far as his collared shirt would let him go. “I don’t want to go home yet,” Jeff moaned as he fumbled with the top buttons of his shirt so that Nick could continue to explore his body with his lips.

“North Adams St. over by Glendale Community College,” the brunette answered quickly, reattaching his lips to the other boy’s neck, moving his lips down toward his collarbone now that he had access to the previously unexposed skin. Nick repositioned himself so that he was pressed as tightly against the blonde as the seatbelt would allow. His hands firmly cupped Jeff’s ass, as Jeff moved one hand into Nick’s hair, and the other was desperately untucking Nick’s shirt from his waist so that his hands could caress the skin underneath.

“Hey, none of that, or you’ll be out on your asses,” the cabbie threatened. “I just had this car cleaned. It’s only 15 minutes away.”

Jeff pulled back, sighing deeply at the loss of Nick’s lips on his body. “We need to cool down. At least until we get to my place because that guy looks like he has no problem kicking us to the curb.”

Nick whined at the loss of contact with the gorgeous blonde. “Fine. Are you sure you want to do this. Elliott’s my roommate, but I can text him to let him know that you are coming over.”

“I think he might already suspect something,” Jeff said swatting at the brunette’s thigh.

“Hey, I meant it when I said we don’t have to do anything. Just because we’re going to my place doesn’t mean I expect sex,” Nick said genuinely.

“Bummer,” Jeff said playfully. “Because I’m not completely opposed to it being on the table,” the blonde said, pulling Nick in close to him by the collar, kissing on his neck.

“Sex on the table,” Nick groaned. “Damn, you are just too sexy for your own good. But hey,” he said, pulling back. “I mean it. Tonight, you tell me what you want. If you want to snuggle on the couch and eat popcorn and watch bad cable tv, I’m in. If you want to jam out to music, I’m in. If you want to lie in bed, cuddle, and tell me more about you, that’s ok. As long as I’m with you,” Nick said sweetly.

“And if I want to do all of that, and add a makeout session,” Jeff suggested.

“I’m in,” the brunette said, lunging in toward Jeff once more, crashing their lips together.

“What am I doing in here?” Santana asked.

“I was just watching some footage for the show, and I was reviewing the tapes. There’s some pretty steamy stuff on here.” Sue smirked. “Do you wanna see, Santana?”

“No, I really don’t,” Santana commented.

“Actually, I think you do, Sue said, turning the screen towards the Latina so that she could see what Sue was seeing, her and Brittany laying in bed together.

“So what! She had a nightmare, and I was comforting her?”

“Naked?” Sue asked. “Wow! Don’t ever comfort me if I have a nightmare. Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

“Do you want me to answer that?” Santana asked sarcastically.

“Do you want me to unpause the video and prove to you that you are full of it, Jugs the Clown?”

“How the Hell did you even get a video. This was our room, or it was before we had to change the room arrangement,” Santana said slowly. “That was your doing, wasn’t it?”

“Why, I’m hurt! Do you really think I care that you are hooking up with Tweedle Dumb? I wish I wouldn’t have seen everything. My retinas are still burning. I mean, between you and Weasel Face, I know a lot more about gay sex than I ever wanted to know.”

“I knew it. I knew that he had some kind of deal with you or something. Why else would he still be here? You’re using him,” Santana accused.

“Very insightful, Ms. Ho-pez. The way I may have to use you. To get information.”

“What makes you think I'd help you?” Santana asked smugly.

“Oh Sandbags, I'm hurt that you wouldn't want to give me a hand. Well, how about Brittany then. Maybe you want to help her?”

“What about her?”

“You see, I got this call from MIT, and it seems their star student is missing. They said one of our contestants is a spitting image, wouldn't you agree,” she asked, thrusting a flyer in her face. “Poor professors miss their star pupil. I feel I should do my civic duty and give them a call.”

“You can't do that. Brittany is terrified of going back.”

“ I can and I will, unless…”

“Unless, what?”

“Unless you agree to help me. I need eyes and ears to watch my eyes and ears, so they aren't double crossing me, especially Weasel face.

“What? Who all is in on this? You have Kitty too, I suspect. Why else would she still be there?”

“Insightful, Sandbags,” Sue chuckled. “Her and a few others. And you, right?”

Santana sighed. “Just leave Brittany out of this. And I want our room back.”

“Done,” Sue smiled.

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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5 Anti LO Asks

1. i love how rachel literally wrote in a retconned part of hades apparently being thanatos' father figure (w no hint to this ever) and instead of using it as a chance to show hades is a caring person and someone perfect to be a father she instead just made hades make a literal child his servant and neglected the poor kid until hes an adult, where he belittles, threatens, and abuses him on the regular. way to reinforce he should never have kids, rachel.

2. is rachel like legit deranged? because how is hades making a child his servant and then abusing him as his boss when that child is an adult in the workplace at ALL the same as hades being a pushover and bending over backwards for persephone? with that same neglected child being called a hypocrite for calling out she gets all the benefits? i get rachel cant write her version of hxp not being the bestest thing ever, but this is legit insane. its almost parody in a way in how stupid it is.

From OP: I’d avoid calling her deranged. There’s kind of an ongoing theme in RS’ story though: Not thinking about the implications of her writing.

3. wait so thanatos cucked his foster dad??? is that what youre telling me rachel

4. I don't think the Lore Olympus fandom understands what narcissistic parenting is. They keep trying to make Demeter out to be this abusive, narcissistic mother just because she was a helicopter mom trying to protect her daughter from men with power complexes. Honestly, if she is meant to be narcissistic, then Smythe has done a horrible job writing her that way.

I've seen one person try to argue in the Webtoon comments that Demeter is not a narcissist, and they got like, 40 dislikes and a horde of LO fans crying -

"My mom is exactly like Demeter! How dare you suggest that she isn't bad that's offensive to me and my experiences!"

Like holy shit LO fans really are just projecting their mommy issues onto Demeter while lusting over a rich, capitalist tyrant. No wonder Persephone has no real personality and can't do any wrong - I'm convinced that she's supposed to be a self-insert.

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5. fp// we got more of a time skip in one dragged out trial (two whole days! wow!) than we have in nearly 4 years of publishing. seriously even the gap of time between events of s1 finale and the s2 premiere was maybe a few minutes at most, and then i took what, two-ish months of eps until they found persephone, which was maybe an hour or two in the timeline? i dont think rachel knows what pacing is, tbh.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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lovellyhudsonn-blog · 5 years

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head over heels / finn hudson (season four) part 1?

As per the usual Carter was sat in the window seal just before sunrise, it was a routine for her to do so. She looked out of the window so see the colours of red, pink and orange hit the New York sky. She heard a noise looked over to see one Finn Hudson leaving quietly as he could without waking Rachel. “Where you off to Hudson?” She spoke and the poor boy almost jumped out of his skin. “Jeez, Carter you scared me.” She chuckled slightly, “Sorry.” She then stood from where she was standing and walked over to Finn. “You guy’s okay?” Carter asked looking up at her best-friend as she fixed the black rimmed glasses that were upon her face. “Yeah.” he said but she knew that he was lying. “Please don’t lie to me, Finn.” “C’mon, and give me a hug before I go.” Carter walked closer to her friend and wrapped her arms around his taller body, his hands wrapped around her waist. “Don’t you dare go another four months without talking to me Finn, please.” Carter looked up at the boy, Finn was moving his head closer towards Carter’s she knew that she had feelings for the boy but she knew not to act on them but she didn’t listen to her head. But instead she listened to her heart. And with that the two kissed and for both of them it felt like fireworks had gone off inside of them. “F-Finn you shouldn’t Rachel is right in there.”she said with a whisper “I know, but I just wanted you to know. I love you always have.” he said then kissed the top of Carter’s head and walked out of the apartment. Carter was left there to think once again, and that was something that she did way too much. Carter Smythe was head over heels for her best-friend’s ex-boyfriend and there was nothing that she could do about it But what she didn’t know was that Kurt had been listening and watching their whole conversation. Carter thought it would be the best idea for her to back to sleep, sleep it off she thought that was great idea but no she kept on getting messages from the 19 year old boy. “Is that a one Finn Hudson?” Carter looks up to see Kurt standing next to her in the kitchen and whilst looking over her shoulder to see her phone. “No, stop being a pain Hummel.” Carter said pulling her phone away from him. “I saw you two this morning.” Kurt said “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Carter said back and then she looked at the black converse that were one her feet. “Don’t lie to me C, I saw you and Finn. How could you do that the Rachel?” Carter scoffed. “I didn’t kiss him he kissed me and for second I would go out of my way to hurt him and Rachel?” “Well you have had puppy dog eye’s since day one C so wouldn’t surprise me what so ever.” “Wow, that’s how you think of me then?” “Because if you know if I wanted Finn I would’ve just gotten with him back in high school, but I didn’t! I was a good and respectful friend to let my two best-friends to be happy!” “I know, I know Carter I just don’t want you to get hurt or anyone else to get hurt.” Kurt said pulling his friend in for a hug. “Kurt, you don’t understand what it’s like to love you’re friend who you have known since Pre-K.” “No, I don’t but I do know what it’s like to love someone who is taken.” “What should I do? I can’t tell Rachel she’ll kick me out, I know it.” “I think you should let it be for a while.”

#glee #glee cast #finn hudson #rachel berry #kurt hummel #carter smythe #cory monteith #lea michele #chris colfer #blaine anderson #darren criss #quaterback #glee imagine

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lady-divine-writes · 7 years

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Kurtbastian one-shot - “Four Minutes” (Rated NC17)

After being apart for a week, Sebastian rushes over to his boyfriend's house with the promise of sex all night long, until Kurt screams his name.

But that's not exactly how it goes down. (1343 words)

I set this in high school, with Kurt as a senior at McKinley and Sebastian a senior at Dalton, because I would have loved to have seen Kurt spending his senior year having all sorts of dirty sex with this handsome boy. Dare to dream ;) Also, for anybody curious, these are Kurt's pants.

Read on AO3.

“God, I want you so bad!” Sebastian growls, the sentence finishing with his tongue in Kurt’s mouth as he lifts Kurt up and attacks his lips. Kurt giggles and squirms, tries to turn his head to the side so he can speak, but Sebastian pins him to Kurt’s bedroom wall, kissing unrelentingly, unwilling to let Kurt free for a second. They’d been apart for a week – a show choir competition taking Sebastian and the rest of The Warblers to New York while Kurt stayed behind in Ohio and sulked. Sebastian did everything he could to bring Kurt with short of shoving him into his suitcase, but the invitational The Warblers were performing at coincided with mid-terms at McKinley, and if Kurt was going to get into a college without the word “community” in the name, he’d have to ace them all.

That meant no cutting classes to fly off to New York, the city of Kurt’s dreams, to watch his boyfriend shake his ass on stage.

“Do you?” Kurt teases. He finally gives in, stops the struggle and lets Sebastian assault him at will, only wincing once when Sebastian squeezes his ass – not because it hurts, but because Kurt didn’t have the chance to change before Sebastian barreled over to his house straight from the airport. Kurt is still wearing his favorite Marc Jacobs silk pants, and Sebastian is stretching the seams.

Sebastian squeezes again and pulls Kurt close, rutting against him. Sebastian’s erection, already thick, strains against the fly of his slacks, and Kurt decides fuck it. If Sebastian shreds these pants, it’ll be for a good cause.

Besides, Kurt can always get him to replace them. These are kind of last season anyway.

“A-ha,” Sebastian groans. “It’s been so damn long. Fucking you all night … it’s all I’ve been able to think about. Thank God your family isn’t home,” Sebastian whispers, hot and hoarse against Kurt’s cheek. “I wanna hear you scream my name.”

Kurt’s face burns hot, his heart pounding in anticipation. God, that sounds so good right now. “So you weren’t spending all of your down time getting better acquainted with your right hand then I take it?”

Sebastian huffs, lips and teeth moving down Kurt’s neck. “Are you kidding? Do you know who I was rooming with? Two Mormons and a Jehovah’s Witness epically cramping my style. Besides, I promised you I wouldn’t.”

“True. But you do make a lot of promises.”

“And I keep every one.” Sebastian chuckles darkly. “Especially the bad ones. What about you? You put on any Celine Dion and romance yourself while I was gone?”

“Believe it or not, I was able to restrain myself.” It helps that Kurt has never really been too comfortable with masturbation, and that privacy in his house, even with the door locked, could be severely lacking at times. Tonight, with his dad and Carole out of town and Finn spending the night at Rachel’s, is a gift.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm. I was holding out for this, so you’d better make it worth my while, Smythe.”

“Oh, I will.” Sebastian’s mouth slides down Kurt’s neck to the place where a single swipe of his tongue will make Kurt tremble. “You can count on that.”

“So, tell me …” Kurt gasps when Sebastian’s mouth, the mouth Kurt’s been missing, the one he’s been dreaming about going down on him, gnaws at his shoulder, then takes a leisurely trip back up his neck to his ear “… what exactly have you been thinking about?”

“How I’m going to have you on all fours. How I’m going to pound your ass for hours.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. That’s so.”

“Well …” Kurt wriggles out of Sebastian’s grasp. He likes Sebastian’s vision, but he has a few ideas of his own “… I might like to offer an alternative.” He opens Sebastian’s fly and sticks his hand down his pants. Long fingers wrap around Sebastian’s cock, and Sebastian’s head falls back, eyelids fluttering shut.

“Jesus Christ, Kurt!” he moans, grinding into Kurt’s fist. His body shudders, and he knows something disastrous is about to happen. He feels the edge of it rippling beneath his skin, trying to force its way through, but he railroads on, trying to ignore it. He can push through, overcome; he’s always been able to. It doesn’t matter that Kurt’s the ultimate. It doesn’t matter that Kurt is, by far, the sexiest boy that Sebastian has ever hooked up with, even if he’d tried his hardest at first to deny it, to cover those thoughts up with insults and cheap jabs. It doesn’t even matter one single bit that Kurt has already started tearing Sebastian’s clothes off – literally - one button flying through the air and landing on the floor, skittering away to God knows where. Sebastian loves when Kurt gets like this. He’s so animal, so fierce. He knows what he wants and he goes for it. Sebastian would have never guessed that of him, that he wouldn’t just roll over on his back and expose his belly like an eager bitch. Kurt doesn’t ask for permission, he just takes and takes and ...

Is that his mouth on Sebastian’s …?

Sebastian’s eyelids fly open, that edge beneath his skin tearing through with the flaming heat of an active volcano. “O-oh …” he stammers. “Oh God … oh no …”

Four minutes later …

Kurt sighs. It’s not subtle. Not at all. He breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth with a breathy, disappointed, “Hmph,” at the end. This is the twelfth time in two minutes that he’s done that.

That’s not a good sign.

Kurt and Sebastian didn’t make it to the bed. After the initial shock of Kurt’s mouth on Sebastian’s cock, Sebastian became paralyzed … until he started to cum, jerking into Kurt’s mouth like his body was trying, against Sebastian’s will, to shove his cock down Kurt’s throat. Then his knees gave out, and after that, he couldn’t find the energy to crawl. So that’s where they stayed, lying side-by-side on the floor, not talking, not touching. They’re only a foot-and-a-half from where they started. Kurt’s bedroom door isn’t even shut.

Sebastian sneaks a look at Kurt. Before Kurt can sneak his own peek at Sebastian, Sebastian’s eyes dart back to the ceiling.

“So …” Kurt sighs a thirteenth time. He leaves that one word hanging in the air between them, giving Sebastian an opening to apologize, possibly beg for forgiveness.

“So …” Sebastian exhales in frustration “… was it good for you?”

Kurt snaps his head and glares, ready to lay into the conceited asshat he insanely refers to as his boyfriend, but he sees Sebastian’s tight-lipped embarrassment, his cheeks turning a shade of red Kurt has only seen on Japanese candy, and he blurts out a laugh, eyes squinting tight until tears leak from the seams. “No! Not in the slightest!”

“Hey!” Sebastian whines when Kurt snorts. “It isn’t that funny!”

“You’re right. It isn’t,” Kurt agrees, no for Kurt, anyway, although it kinda is – the great, self-proclaimed sex fanatic Sebastian Smythe, the fabled French Whore of Westerville, lasted all of a minute forty-five seconds inside his boyfriend’s mouth. At the start of the year, when Sebastian was trying to undermine Kurt and The New Directions, Kurt would have found that hilarious.

It still is, but in a more ironic sense.

“Well …” Sebastian turns on his side to look at his boyfriend “… are you kicking me out now, or do I get the chance to make it up to you?”

Kurt rolls to face him. “You’d better make it up to me, or I’m dumping your ass right this minute.”

Sebastian smirks like the devil, confidence returning, as he rolls onto his hands and knees and climbs over Kurt’s body. Kurt crunches up to kiss him, to reignite some of that heat from earlier, but Sebastian’s hand on Kurt’s shoulder pushes him away. “Nu-uh-uh,” he tuts, “you’d better put that mouth away for now. It’s dangerous.”

#Kurtbastian #sebkurt #sekurt #frankie writes

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