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harmonicabreeze · 2 months ago

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wanted connections. tramas

i want you back, i want you back / w-want you, want you back, uh! aqui tão algumas conexõezinhas que eu gostaria de desenvolver. algumas são mais em flashback, outras mais atualmente. mais que tudo: tento me manter aberto a qualquer ideia, então se algo chamar sua atenção (ou não, mas te der outra inspiração), me chama que a gente combina algo!

sobre SANGUE,,,

001. (open! 0/+; m/f/nb; @) do prompt, "ume khajol estudante conhecide por todos como u mais habilidose nos Duelos Mágicos, oferecendo tutoriais individuais". se essas mentorias particulares são mais práticas ou teóricas, se são mais amistosas ou competitivas, se em grupo ou cof cof entre 4 paredes; enfim, se&se&se, a gente pode decidir. acho bem interessante e bem amplo pra dar a sua profundidade a cada um! {"o melhor presente Deus me deu: a vida me ensinou a lutar pelo que é meu", charlie brown jr}

002. (open! 2/+; m/f/nb; @thclioness, @) do prompt, "o primeio khajol homem a nascer em uma linhagem que só havia gerado mulheres por gerações". a família Eilonwy-Walsh esperava uma sétima filha quando ele nasceu. Significa que existiam ao menos mais SEIS (é sério) ANTES dele, e sabe-se-lá quantas mais DEPOIS. isso pra não falar de primos, tios, família-estendida ("como um irmão" & outros, por exemplo), e… ah, claro, também o pai e a mãe. (e avós se alguém se interessar, enfim, tem bagunça pra quem quiser) {"família, família: almoça junto todo dia", titãs}

012. (open! 0/1; f/nb; @) quando o sangue ferve, qualquer ideário de ética ou moralidade pode ser perdido, e mesmo o habitualmente calmo Gale pode se comportar de maneira menos... regida pelos bons costumes. aqui, a ideia é um drama amoroso causado por algum amor/caso proibido, confuso ou traidor. uma novela mexicana, um bafafá pela vizinhança, um climão broder entre os tensos. podemos combinar se a proibição é mais tabu, como uma atração estudante/professora, ou mais complicada pelas casualidades da vida ("a melhor amiga da minha ex é uma gata", por exemplo). {"ainda por cima é uma tremenda gata, pra piorar minha situação", seu jorge}

sobre GAITA,,,

003. (open! 0/2?; m/f/nb; @) e a bandinha do bairro, hein, cadê? na minha cabeça, Gale pode tocar alguns instrumentos - tudo meia boca, exceto sua gaita em forma de concha -, então é claro que, ideia inicial sua ou não, acabaria formando um grupinho musical. pensei inicialmente num terceto, mas que podia aumentar (com audições, quem sabe?), e eles teriam o maior compromentimento em ensaiar. isso quer dizer que, se forem "Rumors - Fleetwood Mac" ou "Mamonas Assassinas" das ideias, já tá mais aberto a cada integrante. {"lá se dorme um sol em mim menor: eu sinto que sei que sou um tanto bem maior", o teatro mágico}

004. (open! 0/1; m/f/nb; @) apesar da facilidade para a educação musical, Gale precisou de alguém para - de fato - educá-lo, né! esse tutor, ou mestre, ou companheiro, ou rival?… (omg it's rachel berry!) pode ser qualquer pessoa com alguma aptidão musical que, em algum momento, cruzou o caminho de Gale e lhe ajudou a lapidar as escalas e afinar as notas. {"sing us a song: you're the piano man", billy joel}

sobre MAR,,,

005. (open! 0/1; m/f/nb; @) mar calmo nunca fez bom marinheiro, e muito menos sozinho se movimentam cruzeiros. por sorte, o barco em questão era bem mais humilde e, em dois, já era bem mais fácil de movimentá-lo. em excursões despreocupadas ou por algum motivo mais épico e honroso, Gale sabe que pode contar com [[[muse 5]]] em um baile onde ambos são capitães e segundos-em-comando. {"uma luz azul me guia: com a firmeza e os lampejos do farol", tim maia}

006. (open! 0/1; f; @) uma tempestade nos mares mais revoltos pode causar várias sensações estranhas. nesse caos, seria estranho que, de tal ódio, nascesse… amor? eram aqueles beijos ríspidos fruto de algo mais pra lá do físico? provavelmente não, até porque [[[muse 6]]] (e/ou Gale) tem o coração atracado em outras ilhas. {"sonrisita nerviosa, entre besos se enfadaba: se le escapó un 'te quiero' a la que no quería nada", quevedo}

007. (open! 0/1; m/f/nb; @) é complicado de explicar o que afastou pessoas num momento tão próximas. de todas as estruturas de um barco, a âncora pode ser das mais importantes: e, quando [[[muse 7]]] e/ou Gale não puderam mais segurar um ao outro nas tempestades, afastar-se pareceu a solução mais justa… ainda que o (des)gosto de sal ficasse amargo na boca. {"and don't count on me 'cause i am drowning: please don't drown with me", the amity affliction}

011. (open! 0/1; m/f/nb; @) garrafas lançadas ao mar com cartas. quão mágico e improvável seria que essa correspondência fosse respondida? pois seja pela comunicação pouco provável, seja pelo posterior encontro, Gale e [[[muse11]]] tinham esse canal próprio, que permitia certas coisas que, por vezes, cara a cara poderiam ser mais difíceis. pra onde isso vai, é da gente combinar e ver! {"e agora o que me resta: escrever nessa carta", nxzero}

013. (closed! 1/1; @maredoomstryke) rios se cruzam em afluentes e principais. também se confundem as sensações, e ambos podem afetar as próprias águas mutuamente. mais importante: desembocam no mesmo mar. a relação entre Mare e Gale é essa de duas caras de uma moeda: recíprocos, espelhados, confluentes. {"na voz a vida ouvid dizer que os braços sentem e os olhos veem que os lábios beijam: dois rios inteiros, sem direção", skank}

sobre ESTIGE,,,

008. (open! 0/1; f/nb; @) a morte do dia seguinte da ressaca é, em geral, comparável com a vida da noite anterior. companheires de festa com beijos exagerados em estados ébrios, pela manhã há uma sobriedade esquisita entre Gale e muse. se é esquisito por não se lembrarem, por se amarem, por se odiarem… é aí que a gente combina! {"yo te quiero con limón y sal", julieta venegas}

009. (open! 0/1; f/nb; @) costumeiramente descontraído, leve e até por vezes honesto demais, Gale não é de faltar palavras, suar frio ou gaguejar. por isso mesmo, é tão interessante que na presença de [[[muse 9]]] ele se comporte nesse todo "sem jeito" atípico. todos já tivemos amores que deram vida e amores que deram morte… mas uma crushzinha dessas? é de matar morrido, envenenar corações e derrubar impérios. {"por un beso de la flaca daría lo que fuera: por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera", jarabe de palo}

010. (open! 0/1; m/f/nb; @) a perda de qualquer ente próximo é difícil. o luto, por vezes dividido em 5 fases, não é tão linear quanto um videogame. seja porque Gale ajudou na preparação dos ritos fúnebres, seja porque houve um conforto póstumo (e mais interessantemente: confortando como?), muse não teve que passar por esse momento de fragilidade sozinhe. […] mas isso é bom? ruim? o que foi da relação de ambos depois? bora descobrir! {"ano passado eu morri: mas esse ano eu não morro", belchior}

014. (closed! 1/1; @ohaishwarya) às bordas do rio que tocava o mundo dos mortos e dos vivos, há açafrões macios misturados com íris e jacintos, e flores de rosa e lírios; assim como no Clube de Jardinagem, onde Gale e Aishwarya se encontraram plantando um laço de raízes mais fortes que as próprias flores. quando a confidência dela lhe outorga a ajuda do rapaz tocado por Manannán mac Lir, a botânica se torna uma saída da morte com poções que suspiram vida. {"moça, sai da sacada: você é muito nova pra brincar de morrer", supercombo}

sobre NAVEGAR,,,

AAA. (de: @) outras conexões aqui!

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sohemotional · 1 year ago

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My Name Is No (You Need To Let It Go) - Brittana Fanfiction

Summary: Santana closed her eyes, pushing out her lips and tilting her head in anticipation of a kiss.

Then she sang to her, punctuating her sentences with small taps against Santana’s chest.

“My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go. You need to let it go.”

Santana is an egotistical celebrity who instantly falls head over heels in love with Brittany and tries anything to get her attention but the coy blonde keeps playing hard to get. Can she make Brittany fall for her too? Brittana RomCom AU

Rating: M

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It all started one night at the club.

Mercedes kept telling her in her disapproving, long-suffering way that she needed to actually get serious about women after she had caught the millionth scantily clad blonde damsel doing the walk of shame out of Santana’s penthouse apartment with mascara running down her face wearing yesterday’s clothes.

Santana wasn’t planning on meeting the love of her life that night. She had just had a work week from hell, her label wasn't too impressed with her latest media scandal about that fight she had in the bar the other week - even though she totally won it - and there was talk about dropping her, she was slightly buzzed on tequila and she hadn’t slept with a girl in a month, which was a record for her but it also meant she was going out of her mind from sex deprivation. The Pussy Cat was exactly where she needed to be that Saturday night.

Santana was hot, famous and rich, so every woman wanted her. At least that’s how she saw it. She had her TV career… okay maybe a stint or two on Bad Girls Club and her singing career… the losers who said her album flopped didn’t know what they were talking about. Clearly, she had made it. Sure, she didn't have some cheesy, super lame Broadway career like Rachel Berry and okay, maybe she was considerably less wealthy but who needed Broadway when she had all this?

She knew Madison with the great legs from their previous monster truck rally hookup was waving at her flirtatiously from across the room and that platinum blonde, daisy duke-wearing redneck, Lindsey, was giving her the eye from the other side of the club. Santana knew she could get any of them in the backseat of her car but at the moment she was highly distracted.

There she was, dancing right there in the center of the room without a care in the world, as if no one was watching even though she had caught the attention of every man in the room and Santana. As if she wasn’t a divine moon goddess descended from Aphrodite herself.

Santana gasped out loud, grabbing the front of Mercedes’ shirt and gesturing toward the ethereal nymph goddess. She couldn’t contain her enthusiasm.

“That’s what I’m talking about! Do you see her?”

“Who?”

Mercedes was less than amused with Santana.

“Her! What a woman!”

She was the hottest woman Santana had ever seen in her thirty something years of life. Santana couldn’t take her eyes off of her long, sexy legs in the tiny, pink mini dress she was wearing as the angelic blonde fairy shimmied and rolled her hips like she was being paid for it.

She heard Mercedes muttering something in the background about how she didn’t sign up to be her wingwoman but she didn’t pay any mind to that. Santana had tunnel vision.

The Latina gaped at the blonde, dropping the glass she was holding as her eyes raked over the woman’s form. She was completely captivated by this woman who put all other women in the universe to shame. If she was a cartoon character there would be hearts popping out of her eyes and she would be drooling all over. She heard a million cheesy love songs playing in her head.

For one thing, this blonde vixen was tall and had legs for days. Santana loved tall women. Santana could tell from those legs alone that this woman was a dancer… and God did Santana love dancers. She was drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

It was difficult to even describe this level of sheer womanly beauty she was basking in. The woman’s legs were just unbelievably sexy, so perfectly toned but thick, just the way Santana liked it.

Her striking, alabaster skin was so pale that she stood out from everyone else there with their obnoxious fake tans and her light blonde hair fell in soft, beachy waves.

There was nothing Santana loved more than long, pretty, flowing hair. Everything about this enchantress was so striking and feminine that Santana forgot about everything else as she watched her. Hell, she forgot her own name.

When the bewitching blonde turned around slightly, Santana finally saw her face and let out an audible gasp again. She had these upturned, startlingly blue eyes that Santana could only describe as being feline and they glinted with playfulness. She had never seen eyes shaped like that before and they were just so seductive.

Her features, right down to her enticing pink lips were so delicate and her body was so svelte but curvy in all the right areas. Her freckled skin looked unbelievably soft. All Santana could think about was getting her out of that tiny slip of a pink dress.

Santana wasn’t a genius but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was getting girls. She considered herself a master, actually. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she could make any hot bicurious, bisexual, or experimenting blonde babe within a ten mile radius fall for her. If this girl had any remote interest in other women, Santana would have her in bed within the next ten minutes, she was sure of that.

She made up her mind that she was going to shoot her shot with this woman. She’d be a fool not to.

She kept staring in Miss Sexy Blonde’s direction, making no secret of her interest in her and when the girl went to join her friends at a table, Santana made a point of having drinks sent to her, making sure to turn up the charm when she smirked in Sexy Blonde’s direction each time. Girls loved the Lopez smirk.

She just continued talking to her friends and didn’t even seem to notice Santana at all though, shrugging each time a drink was brought to her. That was no problem. Santana loved a bit of a challenge. At least, she loved it when it came from this girl.

The Latina waited to make her move, pretending not to be sneaking glances at her constantly. Blondie had to know she was the sexiest woman in the entire place. In the entire world, probably.

She noticed that the woman didn’t seem to have any boyfriend or girlfriend around… not that such things had ever stopped Santana before.

As the night wore on, she made a point of laughing extra loud with her friends and acted like a lunatic, just to get the girl’s attention.

She ignored the way her friends were giving her strange looks. Again, the nymph-like, elfen goddess didn’t look her way even once. Santana’s smug smile dropped but she had a new plan.

She eventually swaggered up to her, keeping her back straight, pushing out her chest and throwing her head back. If this was the animal kingdom, Santana would be strutting and displaying her feathers like a peacock to attract her mate but this was the best she had to offer.

If Blondie wanted some attention, she’d give her some. Santana searched her head for the best pick-up lines she could come up with.

She knew she had game. These had totally worked on all of her hookups.

“Hi. You’re gorgeous,” Santana came up behind her, making sure to pull out all the stops for this girl. When the girl turned to face her, Santana put on her megawatt, dimpled smile and she was sure her dark brown eyes were extra smouldering. No girl could ever resist the smoulder. “Dayum, Girl. Where’d you learn to dance like that? Who you dancing like that for looking all hot like that?”

The sexy blonde didn’t respond, continuing to twirl around in place with her dreamy expression.

“What I want to know is, what time them legs open?” Santana drawled, unfazed when she ignored her the first time. She had to at least be impressed with this.

“Oh, is that supposed to be a pick up line?” The girl quipped, those upturned, foxy eyes filled with mischief as she finally turned them on Santana. Even her voice was so sexy. She had this rich, preppy, untouchable mean girl vibe that was absolutely doing it for Santana as she stared right into her eyes. Santana was stunned speechless.

Oh I’ve got her attention.

The dark-haired woman swallowed nervously and clenched her thighs together, suddenly wondering if she maybe bit off more than she could chew.

She was practically throbbing now just from that sassy comeback and the way the girl tossed her blonde waves back as she smirked at Santana confidently and seemed to see right through her with that laser blue gaze. Keep it together, Lopez.

“So, you know, I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?” Santana waggled her eyebrows, moving closer. “Ooo is it hot in here or is it just you?”

That earned her a snort and an eyeroll. Oh yeah, this was going so well. She was picking up signals from this woman that her intuition had been right. Miss Homecoming Queen was definitely into her.

“Ooo, I’m in trouble,” Santana made sure to keep her voice low and raspy. Girls liked that. Yeah, she was nervous as hell but she had to act confident. Santana’s eyebrows rose when her Barbie goddess came a little closer and poked her finger into her chest. “Oh, that’s how it is, huh? What’s your name, Pretty Girl?”

Oh fuck yeah. This was really happening! Sexy Blonde was finally invading her personal space. She kept looking at Santana, her eyes trailing over her toned body, with a little impish sideways smirk as if she liked what she was seeing and Santana was suddenly thankful to her lucky stars that she had chosen her sexy black dress that night. She knew she looked hot.

Oh yeah… she’s definitely checking me out.

Then that shimmery sapphire gaze met hers and it was as if time stopped. Santana tried to maintain her composure because it wasn’t exactly cool to admit you were practically about to come just from a girl looking into your eyes but she was getting so overwhelmed, the room suddenly feeling about one hundred degrees hotter.

The tall blonde beckoned her to come closer as if there was something she wanted to tell her and Santana couldn’t keep her eyes off her lips. She was so curious about this girl.

Santana could hardly handle being in the presence of this much pure unadulterated estrogen without short circuiting.

If this was how she was feeling when the girl was barely touching her, she wondered how she’d feel when she actually got the blonde into her bed.

She was so sure she was about to get a kiss from the leggy goddess as she leaned in really close and felt her hot breath against her neck. She felt goosebumps rise on her skin, shivering slightly.

There was some perfume the woman was wearing, or maybe it was her natural scent that was so sugary and light, in this intoxicating way. It was driving Santana insane. Santana closed her eyes, pushing out her lips and tilting her head in anticipation of a kiss.

Then she sang to her, punctuating her sentences with small taps against Santana’s chest.

“My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go. You need to let it go.”

There was the sound of girlish giggling and Santana realized she was laughing at her. So it was pretty embarrassing to be left hanging as the blonde didn’t give her anything more and she pulled away. She just left her there hanging like a loser with a duck face and no kisses.

At first, Santana was so turned on and entranced by that adorable singing voice that she didn’t quite register what she had just said in that sultry voice of hers. She thought she should have been offended but hell, she could hardly even breathe or think straight after that. Even that giggle was the most seductive sound she had ever heard.

Santana was so confused about how this woman was rejecting her with her words yet giving her “Fuck Me” eyes at the same time and fluttering her long lashes. It all made her head spin.

Let it go? That only made Santana want her way more.

So that wasn’t really expected but it was somehow the hottest thing in the world that Miss Sexy Blonde was giving her come hither eyes yet turning her down in such a sassy way. This woman was so sneaky. She knew how hot she was and the effect she was having on Santana.

There was no way she could be looking at her like that with those eyes and then expect her to not chase her. If the little minx wanted someone to chase her, Santana would be more than happy to.

Long years ago, her first ever girlfriend’s father had chased her out of his pickup truck with a shotgun when he found her hooking up with said daughter in the back of said pickup truck. After that, nothing could scare her.

“Oh, she’s spicy,” Santana smirked, undeterred and following the girl the entire time as she spun herself further into the room. “Such a little tease. I like that in a woman. You want me to work for it, huh? C’mon, Babe. I know you want this.”

Temperature by Sean Paul began to play and Santana grinned.

“Oh, this is my song!” She announced excitedly.

Santana began to dance up beside the girl, wanting to show her that she had some moves too and could more than keep up with her, even if she wasn’t some professional dancer like she was. The girl didn’t seem too impressed with her body rolls, however and she was chuckling as Santana danced aggressively beside her as if she was strung out on cocaine.

“You’re cocky,” The girl said flatly. “That’s how you dance?”

Santana could hear the smirk in that cute, sassy, preppy girl voice as she said all that without even looking in her direction.

“You like that, huh, Babe?” Santana took that as a compliment. So yeah, she got carried away again but in her defence, the sexiest woman in all of existence was dancing literally right beside her. Santana slipped her arms around her waist, whispering into her ear in a smoky voice. “You want all up on this, don’t you? I’ll make you feel so good, Princess. Trust me, I’ll make you scream my name.”

That comment definitely made the girl blush and Santana was proud. She looked adorable with those flushed cheeks.

“Is that so?” She said coyly, batting her eyelashes.

“You bet. I think we should get to know each other better. Preferably with way less clothes on.”

“Hmm, oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” The sexy mean girl scoffed in that little soft-spoken voice, rolling her pretty eyes as she sniffed. “What else?

“Roses are red, violets are fine. You be a six and I’ll be a nine.”

She could tell Brittany was trying not to laugh.

“Mm hm. Is that all?”

“Fuck yeah. What else could you want? Girl, I’d do you right here if I could. Your ass is so amazing,” Santana moved closer to her, grinding against her to emphasize her point and heard the blonde gasp. “Just imagine it, you and me tangled up in my silk sheets. Let me take you home, Babe.”

So maybe she was being crude but girls liked that. At least the girls Santana ended up in bed with liked it but Brittany had her jaw dropped, her pale cheeks still flushed and rolled her eyes as Santana shifted closer.

“Nuh uh. I don’t think so.”

Santana wasn’t sure how the girl managed to do it but in a series of super fast, cat-like maneuvers and agility, she slipped out of her arms and Santana yelped as she fell back on her ass hard after losing balance. This girl was deceptively innocent looking.

Everyone was staring at her and yeah, it was pretty embarrassing. Mercedes was laughing at her.

She was also reeling from getting kneed right in the crotch. It was then that she discovered that even for girls, that really hurt.

“Oops! My bad!” The woman exclaimed, cupping her hand over her mouth, although she didn’t sound remotely apologetic. She was doing that sexy giggle again, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

Santana was lost in a daze, her whole world transformed. The more the hot chick rejected her, the sexier she became in Santana’s eyes. Santana had never been so horny. There was just one thought going through her mind.

Oh she might not know it yet but that’s wifey right there!

“Whoa, wait,” Santana limped up to her when she saw her grab her little purse and leave, struggling to move due to her now aching groin. She had never felt so desperate for a girl in her life. “What’s your name?”

“You need to let it go,” The girl flipped her long hair back with sass but then the corners of her lips curved upward as Santana leaned up against the wall, trying to play it cool. “It’s Brittany.”

Cute… Even her name is so adorable and perfect for her.

Then she walked away, swaying her hips.

“That’s the one,” Santana murmured in a dreamy voice as Mercedes shook her head in disbelief and looked to the heavens as if she was praying for help. “I want her, Mercedes.”

“Girl, you’re insane.”

Santana was going to make this sexy, Viking goddess of a woman fall for her if it was the last thing she did.

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#brittana #santana lopez #brittany s. pierce #my fics #glee #brittany pierce #Brittana fanfiction #Brittana AU #Based on HeMo's video about getting constantly hit on at the bar #and of course Meghan Trainor's song

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the-worst-bracket · 2 years ago

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The Worst Bracket Begins!

Polls are going up starting Wednesday, April 19th, 32 per day! Bracket and list under the cut.

Round 1

Bracket A (4/19-26)

Mineta Minoru (My Hero Academia) v Anglerfish from Dark Bramble (Outer Wilds)

Iago (Othello) v Barbas (Skyrim)

Brendan (Pokemon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald) v Mimic (Dark Souls)

Dan (Dan vs) v Pink Diamond (Steven Universe)

Jurgen Litner (The Magnus Archives) v Lily Tucker-Pritchett (Modern Family)

Lonnie Byers (Stranger Things) v Zeus (Greek Mythology)

Lemongrab (Adventure Time) v Steve Cobs (Inanimate Insanity)

Alex Eggleston (Yiik) v Larry Butz (Ace Attorney)

Jerry (Undertale) v Po (Teletubbies)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) v Old Man Who Snitches on Haru (A:TLA)

Kai Winn (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) v Ashfur (Warrior Cats)

Mr. Burns (The Simpsons) v Boscha (The Owl House)

Octavian (Heroes of Olympus) v Makoto Teruhashi (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Robbie Valentino (Gravity Falls) v Gendo Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Walter White (Breaking Bad) v Guy Mortadello (Papa Louie)

Medusa Gorgon (Soul Eater) v Snowball (Pinky and The Brain)

Bracket B (4/19-26)

Rohan Kishibe (JJBA) v Jin Guangshan (The Untamed)

Agravaine (Merlin) v Michael (Wii Sports)

Scout (TF2) v Mitsuhiro Higa (Danganronpa)

Creek (Trolls) v Berdly (Deltarune)

Manfred Von Karma (Ace Attorney) v Jeff Winger (Community)

Nazeem (Skyrim) v David (Animorphs)

Simon Laurent (Infinity Train) v Mayuri Kurotsuchi (Bleach)

Kikimora (The Owl House) v Cronus Ampora (Homestuck)

Michael Tritter (House MD) v The Director (Red v Blue)

Eridan Ampora (Homestuck) v Lila Rossi (Miraculous Ladybug)

Skadge (Star Wars: The Old Republic) v Lord Henry Wotton (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

Claptrap (Borderlands) v Jodie Foster (Dungeons and Daddies)

Bill Hawks (Professor Layton) v Carcer (Discworld)

Bender Bending Rodríguez (Futurama) v Izaya Orihara (Durarara!!)

Corrin (Fire Emblem) v The Dark Lord (Miitopia)

Cybelle (Carole and Tuesday) v Jasper (Steven Universe)

Bracket C (4/20-27)

Gul Dukat (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) v Admiral Zhao (A:TLA)

Hordak (She-Ra) v Rachel Berry (Glee)

Book (Battle for Dream Island) v Darth Maul (Star Wars)

Jessica (The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself) v Lester Papadopoulos (Trials of Apollo)

Pong Krell (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) v Aaron Burr (Hamilton)

Armand (Vampire Chronicles) v Gamzee Makara (Homestuck)

Dorodoron (Futari wa Precure Splash Star) v Weiss Schnee (RWBY)

Christopher Taub (House MD) v Tate Landon (America Horror Story: Murder House)

Izzy Hands (OFMD) v Princess Daisy (Super Mario Bros)

Spike (MLP:FIM) v Atlas May (Lackadaisy)

Clutch Powers (LEGO Ninjago) v Orin Scrivello (Little Shop of Horrors)

Thanos (MCU) v Minecraft Skeleton (Minecraft)

Frank Burns (M*A*S*H*) v Lieutenant Nolan (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Carter Pewterschmit (Family Guy) v Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Miyo Takano (Higurashi When They Cry) v Borsolino (One Piece)

Hiyoko Saionji (Danganronpa) v Pennywise (IT)

Bracket D (4/20-27)

Pierce Hawthorne (Community) v Ren (Ren and Stimpy)

Whirlpool (Wings of Fire) v Cinder Falls (RWBY)

Thaddeus Campbell (Dishonored) v The Grabber (Black Phone)

Takumi Ichinose (Nana) v Heimskr (Skyrim)

Gale Weathers (Scream) v Lee Kiyoung (Regressor Instruction Manual)

Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb) v Alvin Marsh (IT)

Director Ton (Aggretsuko) v Angelica Pickles (Rugrats)

Pencil (Battle for Dream Island) v Odalia Blight (The Owl House)

Kyubey (Madoka Magica) v Newman (Seinfeld)

Jacob Hill (Abbott Elementary) v Gregory House (House MD)

Rachel (Tower of God) v Monkey D Luffy (One Piece)

Dame Alina (Keeper of the Lost Cities) v Miki Kawai (A Silent Voice)

John Winchester (Supernatural) v Kyouichi Saionji (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Magikarp (Pokemon) v Hippeux (Animal Crossing)

Elmo (Sesame Street) v Saint Charlos (One Piece)

Melli (Pokemon Legends: Arceus) v Dr. Janet Lubelle (WTNV)

Bracket E (4/21-28)

Martin Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) v The Blue Border (Scott the Woz)

Calico Jack (OFMD) v B.E.N. (Treasure Planet)

Doogal (Doogal) v John Gaius (The Locked Tomb)

Crawlings (The Mysterious Benedict Society) v Liza Lotts (Scott the Woz)

Zolf J Kimblee (FMA) v Baron Draxum (Rise of The TMNT)

Kaito Momota (Danganronpa) v Nandor the Relentless (What We Do In the Shadows)

Logan Roy (Succescion) v Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Fermet (Baccano!) v Seymour Krelborn (Little Shop of Horrors)

Emperor Belos (The Owl House) v Taylor Kelly (9-1-1)

AM (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream) v Jar Jar Binks (Star Wars)

Stuart Little (Stuart Little) v Vinsmoke Sanji (One Piece)

Bibble (Barbie: Fairytopia) v Dennis Nedry (Jurassic Park)

Byakuya Togami (Danganronpa) v Grima Wormtongue (LOTR)

Moe (Calvin and Hobbes) v Balloon Boy (FNAF)

Felix (Red vs Blue) v Klorgbane the Destroyer (Regular Show)

Bro Strider (Homestuck) v Jughead Jones (Riverdale)

Bracket F (4/21-28)

Count Olaf (A Series of Unfortunate Events) v Mort (Madagascar)

Mantle (Dr Stone) v Phillip Anderson (Sherlock)

Eisuke Hondo (Detective Conan) v Drosselmeyer (Princess Tutu)

Hiram Burrows (Dishonored) v Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck) v Prince Diamond (Sailor Moon)

Marty (Steven Universe) v Hibiki Shikyouin (PriPara)

White Diamond (Steven Universe) v Norman Osborn (Marvel)

Stregabor (The Witcher) v Cedric Jeanne Elmir (I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss)

Barney Stinson (HIMYM) v Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

Griffith (Beserk) v Chloe Valentine (Be More Chill)

Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim) v Lionel Luthor (Smallville)

Lydia (Skyrim) v Shadow Weaver (She-Ra)

Rand Ridley (Inside Job) v Jun Kawanakajima (Ultra Maniac)

Krusty the Clown (The Simpsons) v Fire Lord Ozai (A:TLA)

Joseph Sugarman (BoJack Horseman) v Huey Emmerich (Metal Gear)

Anti - Pops (Regular Show) v Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Bracket G (4/22-29)

Ross Geller (Friends) v Akito Sohma (Fruits Basket)

Henry Bowers (IT) v Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa)

Winner Sinclair (Chibi Vampire) v Evil Do-er/Dark Blue (Animation vs Minecraft)

Clint (Stardew Valley) v Luke Castellan (Percy Jackson)

Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa) v Colin Robinson (What We Do In The Shadows)

Spy (TF2) v Ghetsis (Pokemon)

Billy (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) v Queen Vanessa (A Hat In Time)

Doofus Drake (Ducktales) v Servantis (Ben 10)

Elias Bouchard (The Magnus Archives) v Francisco Guerra (Paranatural)

Tingle (The Legend of Zelda) v Hawt Saus (Chikn Nuggit)

Trishna (Papa Louie) v Mark Brendanawicz (Parks and Recreation)

Unparalleled Innocence (Rain World) v Morgana (Persona 5)

Lady Gisela Sencen (Keeper of the Lost Cities) v Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts)

Suzy Johnston (Phineas and Ferb) v Kaidou Shun (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.)

Souichi (Junji Ito) v Dr Hotti (Ace Attorney)

Morgoth (LOTR) v Sarah (Ed, Edd, and Eddy)

Bracket H (4/22-29)

Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint) v Barney the Purple Dinosaur (Barney)

Andy Bernard (The Office) v Lars Barriga (Steven Universe)

Dio (Zero Escape) v Caillou (Caillou)

Gideon Gleeful (Gravity Falls) v Balgo (Burn the Witch)

Joshu Higashikata (JJBA) v Toby Flenderson (The Office)

Touga Kiryuu (Revolutionary Girl Utena) v Teledji Adeledji (FFXIV)

Chairman Rose (Pokemon) v Donnel Udina (Mass Effect)

Father (FMA) v Harumi (LEGO Ninjago)

Akio Ohtori (Revolutionary Girl Utena) v Richard (Requiem of the Rose King)

Miranjo (Ranking of Kings) v Kray Foresight (Promare)

Xander Harris (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) v The Worst (Ben 10)

Hisoka Morrow (Hunter x Hunter) v Doc Scratch (Homestuck)

Tony Stark (MCU) v Sakura Horuna (Naruto)

Sir Tristan the Cold (Penumbra Podcast) v Clay Puppington (Morel Orel)

Bling Bling Boy (Johnny Test) v George Constanza (Seinfeld)

Quiche (Tokyo Mew Mew) v Enji Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

#announcement

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 1 year ago

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Keeping Time

Author: Merry_Mint

Rating: M

Status: Completed in August 2022

Word Count: 33,977

Summary: Devon Anderson is just an angry teenager trying to get through high school without a permanent record. One night, he ends up sitting down at the antique piano in the old Anderson estate and wakes up back in 1773, masquerading as his famous ancestor - revolutionary war hero B. D. Anderson. What Devon doesn’t know, is that B. D. Anderson just woke up in his place.

Tropes/Genre: historical!Klaine, time travel, romance, Seblaine, highschool!Klaine, Rachel Berry

Lynne’s review: I absolutely LOVE time travel stories and this one had a few tricks up its sleeve. I really enjoyed this a lot! I have to be honest though, I did skip right over the quick Seblaine moments (sorry, author!). This has both Klaine and Seblaine in it. Very well done all around.

Read at: AO3

#merry_mint #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #Seblaine #complete #Rated M #Word Count: Under 50K #historical!Klaine #time travel #romance #highschool!klaine #Rachel Berry #Keeping Time #July 2023

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psalm22-6 · 7 months ago

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Comoedia, 5 February 1934 (note the picture of Harry Baur by the masthead!) So I learned that the 1934 Les Mis film premiered two nights before a far-right anti-government riot! And you can feel that there was a crisis about to happen in this account of the movie's premiere:

A rough start to the night: there’s the taxi driver’s strike and there’s the parliamentary crisis. The latest information passed from mouth to mouth and most journalists arrived late, bearing the most recent news. “So Emile Fabre is jumping ship?” [Fabre was the director of the Comédie-Française and was apparently being pressured to leave.] “It’s a scandal!” “It’s disgraceful!” “What folly!” “And who is replacing him?” “George Thomé.” [Thomé was a musician as well as the former director the Sûreté.] “Seriously?! They’re going to be cuffing the Comedie-Francaise.” Emile Fabre makes his entrance, followed by his charming daughter. He is just as soon surrounded and interrogated. “I don’t understand! I don’t understand!” “No one understands.” “There is too much to understand.” Our editor-in-chief, who has not always been fond of Emile Fabre, is spotted by his side; he shakes his hand cordially and I note that Pierre Lazareff [editor-in-chief of Paris-Soir] notes this effusive sympathy. A political star enters!...M. [François] Piétri [briefly the Minister of Finance]…thoughtfully and hurriedly, he passes by on swift feet which recently exercised a wise retreat that was, if I dare say, a step ahead of wisdom. He joins Mme. Piétri….It’s impossible to get him to open up!... Caught up in the commotion of the crowd, I hear this brief dialog between a political columnist and a deputy: “And how are your ‘misérables’ doing?” “They are waiting for their Monseigneur Myriel!” The huge Marignan theater is too cramped for this crowd of guests. Luckily Jean-José Frappa and his second in command, Mme. Audibert, thought of everything, took care of everything… And everyone is able to get to the coat check and find his place easily. Because the taxi strike and political events delayed hundreds of people, who then arrived all at once and with haste, this was not an easy task. Who was there? Tout-Paris...I randomly noted with my pencil: Messueirs Paul Abram, Achard, De Adler, Berneuil, Archimbaud, André Aron, Arnaud, Louis Aubert, Aubin, Kujay, Kertée, Azaïs, Bacré, Barthe, Baschet, Baudelocque, Harry-Baur, Bavelier, Robert de Beauplan, Antonin Bédier, Pierre Benoit, Mme Spinelly, Charles Delac and Marcel Vandal, Léon Benoit-Deutsch, André Lang, René Lehmann, Bellanger, Mag Bernard, Tristan Bernard, Jean-Jacques Bernard, Louis Bernard, Dr. Etiënne Bernard (all the Bernards!)...Bernheim, Bernier, Guilaume Besnard, Bétove, Bizet, Blumsteien, Mme Rocher, Boesflug, Pierre de la Boissière, Bollaert, Bouan, Boucher, Robert Bos, Pierre Bost, Paul Brach, Henry Roussell, Charles Burguet, Pierre Brisson, Simone Cerdan, Henry Clerc, Albert Clemenceau, Pière Colombier, Germaine Dulac,Henri Diamant-Berger, Julien Duvivier,Jean Epstein, Fernand Gregh, Mary Glory, René Heribel, Tania Fédor, Alice Field, Jacqueline Francell, Mary Marquet, Florelle, Marguerite Moreno, Françoise Rosay, Becq de Fouquière, Jean Servais, Vidalin, Maria Vaisamaki, Orane Demazis, Rachel Deviry, Rosine Deréan, Jacques Deval, Christiane Delyne, Renée Devillers, Jean Chataigner, Germaine Dermoz, Léon Voltera, Robert Trébor, our director, Jean Laffray, Lucie Derain, Paul Gordeaux, Jean Narguet, Parlay, Suzet Maïs, Antoine Rasimi, Renée de Saint-Cyr, Jean Toulout, Mady Berry, Yolande Laffont, Jean Max, Parysis, Charles Gallo, Léo Poldès, Jean Fayard, Edmonde Guy, Mario Roustan, Paul Strauss, Cavillon, Emile Vuillermoz, Josselyne Gaël, Charles Vanel, S. E. Si Kaddour ben Gabhrit, the duke and duchess of Mortemart, Madame Henry Paté, Marcel Prévost, Louise Weiss, Alfred Savoir, Henri Duvernois, Paul Gémon, magistrate Maurice Garçon, magistrate Campinchi, Sylvette Fillâcier, Jean Heuzé, Pierre, Heuzé, Mona Goya, Simon-Cerf, W.E. Hœndeler, Georges Midlarsky, Michel, Nadine Picard….and others I must be forgetting…pardon me!....Silence!....

In the glow of the half-light from the screen….there are applause! Not since les Croix de bois has a movie been so highly anticipated and now it is time for the verdict….Raymond Bernard can be sure that the audience is rooting for him. Our eyes are full with light and pretty colors. This Paris night is practically magical…and departing from that magic, we are plunged into the great river of les Misérables, into the furious waters of this social storm. Luckily André Lang and Raymond Bernard have made the trip for us. What contrast! From the spectacle of an elegant and distinguished gathering, we move to the misfortunes of Jean Valjean.

The audience picks up on everything that could be an allusion to the present times. But of all these allusions, one stands out. It’s the lament of two gossips, at the moment when the barricades are rising. “What sad times!” “We’ve barely made it through the cholera…and here is the Republic!” Thunderous applause and mad laughter. When, on the barricades, the Republic calls on us to act, the spectators think of other promised actions which haven’t happened and they forget to applaud. But the whole audience is prodigiously virtuous; whenever a good deed is shown on the screen, when some sentence about the heart graces the white canvas, it is punctuated by applause. After the first film, stop!... Time to eat! There’s a mad dash to the punchbowl. In the haste of this day of crisis and running late, many in the audience did not have time for dinner….the buffet, in the blink of an eye, is emptied and the dry drinks make vindictive and impassioned discussions flow. High and low, here and there, everyone was speaking of the Parliment's chances and the intermission bell sounds in an atmosphere charged with electricity. The two other parts of the film, cut by another intermission, each end with a double ovation for Harry Baur, both in the lobby and in the theater. The little Gaby Triquet is passed from person to person towards a chocolate eclair, which she leaves a trace of on the cheeks of Harry Baur. And then as usual everyone rushes to the coat check. Then we go to the fifth floor of the Marignan building. There, in an unoccupied apartment, dinner waits for us. There are more than a thousand of us around little eight-person tables. Ten thousand meters of film, that will make you hungry! Three orchestras pour out waltzes, tangos, and other tunes, while the masters of the hotel fill up our cups. And that continued to six thirty in the morning, in an atmosphere of charming cordiality as each person attested to the pleasure of seeing French cinema accomplish such a feat. Bernard Natan and Raymond Bernard were too surrounded for me to speak to them. Besides, what could I say to them that they haven’t already heard ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times that evening, which was the apotheosis of cinema and of Les Misérables. -Jean-Pierre Liausu

#les miserables #lm 1934 #me trying to learn about the 1934 political situation in France via wikipedia

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reddie-ao3feed · 6 months ago

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Glee

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kpX4HzP by panties_on_boys So, he has been thinking about Richie off the clock. He is no longer sure if it is only hate. Richie is infuriating, he’s horrible, annoying and awful and insufferable, dresses like a fool, can’t handle a group of teenagers because they don’t respect him and keeps sending flowers to Eddie’s desk. And he is, kind of, stupidly handsome. In a stupid way. But Eddie hates him. Right? Eddie does still hate him. He does… right? OR Eddie Kaspbrak as Sue Sylvester, Richie Tozier as Will Schuester. If you haven’t seen Glee, it’s basically just already Reddie, but Richie’s a theatre teacher and Eddie coaches the school’s cheer team. Words: 4774, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Glee (TV 2009) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Santana Lopez, Brittany S. Pierce, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier, Rachel Berry/Finn Hudson, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce Additional Tags: Richie Tozier is Will Schuester, Eddie Kaspbrak is Sue Sylvester, canonically accurate glee universe, except i put reddie in it, Smut, mostly a smut fic, Gay, Reddie, Richie Tozier - Freeform, Eddie Kaspbrak - Freeform, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, eddie kaspbrak hates richie tozier, but not really, it glee au, not really a glee fanfic they’re just here, moving on to the sex tags, Public Sex, Frotting, Masturbation, Blowjobs, Anal, First time anal, Anal Fingering, Top Richie Tozier, Bottom Eddie Kaspbrak, Power Bottom Eddie Kaspbrak, Angst, Fluff, fast burn, i love using italics read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kpX4HzP

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #fic rec #reddie fic red #stephen king it

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monochromeheartbeat · 2 years ago

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Title: I’ll Teach You to Dance

Author: monochromeheartbeat

Rated: M

Synopsis: Three years after graduation, Santana Lopez and her roommates, Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry, attend a dance class in NYC. Follows most of the events in Glee if Brittany had never gone to WMHS.

Alt. Synopsis: “This is a story about two girls who can’t fucking sleep in their own god damn beds.”

Status: WORK IN PROGRESS. >>Chapter 44: Both of Us<<

Bonus sketch:

#Brittana #I'll teach you to dance #ITYTD #Fanfic #Brittana Fanfic #Fanfic Update

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kirakiwiwrites · 1 year ago

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This one was kind of tough, not going to lie! Not sure if the word was right of not, but we still had fun writing this. Thanks for all the nice comments on our first one! For this entry, we are going back to before Kurt and Blaine had children. This one is slightly longer. Enjoy!

Thanks @klaine-word-scramble for the fun!

Don’t Know Whether It’s Morning Or Night:

(Aug 3 entry - 2151 words)

“Rachel Barbara Berry. Do you know what time it is?”

“I’m sorry Kurt! I need you!”

“Well, I need sleep. I have an early dress rehearsal in the morning and the rest of my day is packed.”

“And I don’t need sleep? You think it’s easy for me to function like this?” She shrilly continued to rant as Kurt pulled his phone away from his face, nose wrinkling. He knew he wouldn’t get a word in edgewise until she tired herself out. Plus, there was all the background noise. Crying and screaming rang in his ears, causing him to want to end the call.

His husband stirred in the bed beside him, blinking owlishly and rubbing his eyes as he groaned at what time it was. “Who is that?” Blaine asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

“Guess,” Kurt replied grumpily as he smacked his forehead repeatedly with his phone. Rachel’s tinny voice squawked from it.

Blaine huffed and fell back into his pillow. His breath blew his loose curls from his forehead. “Does she know what time it is?”

“Mhm.”

“You should never have done it in the first place,” Blaine said ruefully. He got really grumpy when he didn’t get sleep.

Kurt sighed and slipped from their warm bed and trudged into his living room, knowing if he lingered he would keep Blaine awake. One of them should get to sleep. He stared at the rain that pattered on the windows as he got comfortable on his couch. She was still going. “Rachel! Shut up!”

“Kurt! Pleeeeeease! Just do it one time! I won’t call for the rest of the night! I’m desperate here!” She sounded on the verge of tears, but to be fair she could cry on command so he wasn’t really moved.

“This is your crotch goblin,” Kurt snapped. “We are not co-parenting! Why should my sleep be interrupted?” Now, he truly loved Rachel’s son like he was his own blood, but two weeks of having his sleep disrupted made him a little grouchy.

“Hey! You love Brice! This is just the tiredness talking,” she soothed. “Now, I’m going to do a voice call and if you reject it, so help me Kurt Hummel, I will come over there.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, wishing she could see him do so already. “Where is the child’s father?”

“It’s okay. Shush, now my angel. Uncle Kurt is going to make everything better,” she said to the wailing baby on the other end. Little Brice didn’t even acknowledge her as he screamed again. “Jesse is working on that movie and won’t be back until next week. Now pick up!”

Kurt stabbed the answer button on his screen when it showed up. His screen was immediately filled with a harried Rachel, dark patches heavy under her eyes and hair a rumpled mess twisted up into a lopsided bun. Her nail polish was chipped and unkempt, unusual for her. She looked worse than she had that time in high school when she had gotten sick and depressed because she thought she would never sing again. His sour mood softened at the way her lip quivered as if she was seconds from crying and then he melted at the scrunched face of her four month old. Brice’s chubby cheeks were red and slick with tears and snot from all the crying. Rachel bounced him fruitlessly as he wailed, his little fists balled up and his feet kicking in his footed pajamas. Kurt smiled despite the late hour and ignored how terrible his own hair looked in the corner of the screen.

“Brice? Hey buddy.”

At the sound of his name, Brice immediately ceased his screaming and stared at Kurt on the screen. He hiccuped pitifully and reached for him.

“Hi. What’s the big deal?” Kurt asked softly as he wiggled a finger at the boy. He blinked big, shining brown eyes and babbled something they were convinced was Kurt’s name. “Why are you so upset? Mommy needs sleep and so do you, sweetie. And Uncle Kurt reeeally needs sleep.”

Rachel looked relived the crying had stopped. She kissed his head tiredly and began to wipe off his face with a soft cloth. Brice screeched and tried to twist his head away. “I’m telling you, it’s all the time we spent together when I was pregnant. He learned your voice and now you are the only one he wants.”

Kurt grinned. “Look at you, taking after your mommy and daddy and being the most stubborn, dramatic boy in the world! Yes you are!” He used a light tone and Brice smiled.

“He likes you better than me,” Rachel replied, her voice wobbly. Then she started crying into the cloth she had just used to wiped Brice’s face. He giggled and clapped his hands at her sobs.

Kurt tried not to laugh. “Rachel, that’s not true! Hey, don’t cry! Listen, you’re just tired and alone. It won’t be for much longer. How about I come over tomorrow evening and let you get a nap?”

She sniffled into the cloth and wiped at her face. “If I last that long.”

“You will.” He yawned suddenly and covered his mouth. Brice found this hilarious and cackled, seemingly at how he was making all the grownups in his life miserable. “I’m going to bed, Rach. I’ll check with you on my lunch tomorrow, okay?”

“Wait! You have to sing!” Rachel said desperately. Her voice was still croaky from crying. “Please, Kurt! He won’t sleep otherwise!”

“I thought you could sing?” Kurt asked with a superior look down his nose. “You never skipped an opportunity to tell me you were better.”

Her eyes started to fill like she was about to cry again. Kurt instantly felt bad. “He likes it when you sing. Please?”

He had been planning on making her beg and say he was better than her, but she was about to break and he knew he couldn’t do that to her. So he nodded much to her immense relief and gave Brice a stern look. (But not too stern. He was kind of a sucker for the kid.) “I’ll sing one song and you will go to sleep and stop giving Mommy a hard time. Got it, Brice?”

The baby just smiled at him like he wasn’t being given a talking-to and squealed happily. This was definitely the child of Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry. He did what he pleased.

Kurt cleared his throat and opened his mouth to sing. “‘Bout—“

“Wait!” Rachel interrupted. “You have to do the dance too! He loves the dance.”

“Rachel, it’s too early for choreography,” Kurt replied, exasperated.

“Please?” She gave him a dazzling smile and cuddled her tyrant of a baby who garbled his agreement. “You have to commit to it!”

“Fine,” Kurt hissed out through gritted teeth. “But I’m billing you when my back needs to be realigned from over use.” He stood, his muscles protesting greatly and positioned the phone so that his whole body was in the frame. He grumbled about how Rachel better not say anything negative or else and got into position. He remembered most of the choreography from back in glee club, but he didn’t worry about making it look good this early in the morning. “'Bout twenty years ago, way down in New Orleans. A group of fellows found a new kind of music. And they decided to call it... JAZZ.”

Brice giggled madly and clapped his little hands before wrapping his small arms around Rachel’s neck and snuggling into her neck. Rachel smiled and rested her cheek on top of his downy soft head. As Kurt went through the whole of Le Jazz Hot, the baby’s eyes glazed over and slid closed. By the end, he was fast asleep and Rachel snuggled him close. She looked as if she had started to doze off herself.

“Thank you so much, Kurt,” she whispered. “I have no idea why he won’t do that when I sing it. I even dance for goodness sake.”

Kurt smiled and his heart flipped with fondness for the sleeping boy in her arms. “The boy knows talent, what can I say?” He chuckled at her answering glare. It was a testament to how exhausted she was that she didn’t even argue. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She nodded and started to say goodbye, but a violent yawn consumed her as his screen went dark.

He really did feel for her, even if it was ruining his own sleep. He had no idea why him performing that particular number put the child to sleep, but it did. He did it one time a few weeks ago and nothing else since had worked quite as well.

Rubbing his face tiredly, Kurt shuffled back to bed and was happy to slip back under the covers next to his snoring husband so warm and comfy. He tried not to wake him, but Blaine was a light sleeper. He snuggled up closer to Kurt and sleepily smacked his lips. Kurt got into his favorite position, Blaine’s head tucked under his chin with his arms around his shoulders and a leg hooked around Blaine’s. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to swallow him up again when he heard Blaine’s quiet murmur.

“Le Jazz Hot?”

“Yes. Le Jazz Hot.”

“Why don’t you just record it?”

“We tried that. Rachel says he knows it’s not authentic and starts crying again as soon as it’s over.”

Blaine puffed a soft laugh against his collar bone. “That kid is too smart for his own good.”

“Mhmm.”

Kurt had nearly drifted off again when Blaine wiggled a little.

“What do you think about us losing more sleep?”

Kurt kept his eyes closed, but scratched lightly at Blaine’s back. “Honey, normally I would be right there with you, but I’m so damn tired. Wake me up thirty minutes early and I’ll blow you in the shower.”

“Well, now I’m a little turned on, thanks. But I meant like… what if we had our own little Brice to make us lose sleep?”

At this, Kurt’s eyes popped open and he looked down at Blaine who was smiling up at him from his chest. “Seriously? You want a baby?”

Blaine laughed with way too much sunshine for whatever beastly hour it was. “Yes I do. We’ve talked about it before. We both have good jobs now and I don’t know… seeing how you take care of Brice just makes me fall more in love with you.” He toyed with the collar of Kurt’s silk pajama shirt. “You are just so good with him, I know you’d be such a good dad to our own. What do you think?” He smiled up at him hopefully.

“I don’t know…”

Blaine’s smile began to fade away.

“What if they sleep even less than Brice?”

Blaine’s sad frown twisted into annoyance and he playfully poked Kurt’s chest. “Don’t scare me like that. Seriously, what do you think?”

“I think you will be a great dad too and I would love to have a baby with you.”

The sunshine was back full force as Blaine crawled up and kissed Kurt’s lips softly and deeply. Kurt caught his face in his hands and held him there. Even when they pulled back, Blaine stayed close to Kurt’s lips. “I’m so excited I don’t know if I can go back to sleep.” Kurt adored how happy he looked and was certain he was going to approach fatherhood with as much love, enthusiasm, and care as he did everything else in his life. Kurt couldn’t wait.

“Well, why don’t you come up with some names you like and I’m going back to sleep.” He shut his eyes again, intent on doing just that.

“Kurt! Stay awake and dream with me!” He bounced the bed a little so that Kurt bounced with it. “Should we name our child after our favorite musical like Rachel? Hmm. I suppose Moulin Rouge isn’t a great name for a baby. Elphaba is too much, isn’t it? I don’t know about Glinda. It’s not a bad name, but is it our baby? There’s always Fiyero. Eh. No. What about—“

“Blaine, dearest, when I said come up with names, I meant in your head,” Kurt mumbled, eyes still closed.

He heard Blaine sigh and felt him burrow into his chest again. He was quiet for approximately thirty seconds before he whined and fiddled with Kurt’s top button. “Kurrrrt. Kissing you and talking about our future and you telling me you’ll give me a blowjob made me kind of horny…”

“Blaine.”

“Ugh. Fine. But don’t think I’m not waking you up like you said.”

Kurt didn’t reply since he fell asleep in the middle of what Blaine was saying. Blaine just grinned fondly at him and closed his own eyes, dreaming about what the close future would hold. He couldn’t wait!

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Angel

Rain

Linger (lingered)

Glare

Nail

Rang

Realign (Realigned)

#klaine-word-scramble #klaine word scramble #klaine #klaine fanfiction #fanfic #kirakiwi #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #oneshot

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