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blushie14 · 4 years ago

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Campfire Nightmare [Skephalo]

Ayyyy did someone say angst? :D Sooo basically, hurt and comfort fic here. It involves these two sitting by the campfire (I mean, ‘campfire’ is in the title so-) I created a parody of a ghost story so I hope you guys enjoy that. It is spooky month right now afterall. Happy spooky month. :)

It was a peaceful Friday evening tonight. ...Okay well, it WAS a peaceful evening. There was a commotion happening over at Zak and Darryl’s home. It would seem as if they were arguing again.

Unfortunately, this wasn't their usual back and forth playful banter. Oh lord no, it's even worse. Something disastrous happened here.

One of Zak's pranks went wrong. Very, very wrong. Zak was trying really hard to explain himself, but Darryl wasn’t having any of it.

"I said I was sorry!" Zak exclaimed. He isn't mad at Darryl. Far from it, but he was getting a little scared of how mad Darryl was getting at him.

"Sorry!?" Darryl shouted. "Zak! The kitchen is an absolute mess! Why is there so much Kool-Aid powder on the floor!? And how are there pieces of bread stuck on the ceiling!? I literally just finished cleaning the house!"

Zak winced and stayed silent for a bit. This wasn't the first prank that Zak did on him ever since they moved in together. There were many pranks before this. He does like to cause some mischief after all, especially if it involved Darryl.

You’d think this would be unbearable to Darryl, but surprisingly, Zak's pranks usually don't bother him. Usually, Zak's pranks were harmless enough and he would always make sure that Darryl was okay in the end. Heck, Darryl would sometimes try to prank him back.

It was all fun and games until it was taken too far. Of course, it wasn’t Zak’s intention for it to go this way. It was just really bad luck. It was also pretty unlucky for this to happen to Darryl who was already in a horrible mood to begin with.

"H-Hey-" Zak tried to calm him down. "Look, I'm actually really really sorry. I messed up, but I'll clean up everything. You know I always fix everything after I mess around!"

“Unbelievable!” Darryl let out a noise of frustration. He has had it with Zak's shenanigans. All the other things he tolerated, but this was just absolutely ridiculous.

"Darryl please! I'm sorry! What else do you want me to do or say?!"

"Maybe you can not be such an idiot once in a while?!" Darryl angrily spat out. "I swear, am I just someone who you like to mess with all the time?! Is that all I am to you?! This is what I have to put up with all the time?!"

"Wh-.. I-…" Zak was speechless for a moment, feeling crushed. Does Darryl really think he means so little to him? And does he really annoy him that much? It was like a slap to the face.

Wait a minute.

“This is what I have to put up with all the time?”

That struck a nerve. Zak suddenly got angry and shouted back. “This is what I- What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?!”

“You know EXACTLY what I mean when I say that! And don’t raise your voice at me!”

This argument took a turn for the worse as things started getting ugly. It went on and on for a few minutes until Darryl was the one to end it all.

“Okay. Stop it. I don’t want to hear it anymore.” Darryl said with a stern tone. Zak stayed silent with a slight frown in his face as Darryl continued to speak.

"We are supposed to go camping tomorrow morning, but if you're going to keep being this way, then I don't want to talk to you."

Zak opened his mouth and tried to say something but closed it. He crossed his arms and looked down on the floor with a heartbroken look on his face. He has never seen or heard Darryl act so cold before.

Darryl didn't dare look at Zak. He knows if he took one look at Zak's sorry face, he'd probably feel bad. Not this time though. He refused to feel sorry for him.

"I-I'll clean it all up." Zak broke the silence, mumbling probably the 20th apology for tonight. "I'm sorry..."

Darryl stayed quiet while carefully walking over the broken pile of plates and a broken picture frame. "Goodnight, Zak." He said with bitterness in his voice.

As Darryl closed the door, Zak looked around the kitchen taking it all in. He looked at the clock. 9:00pm… This was going to take forever. He should probably start with fixing the sink.

He looked at Darryl's door, fighting back tears and holding himself back from going inside. Darryl needs some time alone right now.

He messed up.. he messed up so badly..

Darryl was laying on his bed, trying to calm himself down. A part of him did feel like he went too far, but he doesn't care right now.

He was so tired. He was so fed up with his tomfoolery.

Moments like these just make him not want to see his face ever again. He was that frustrated. He lays there alone with his thoughts until he slowly, finally drifts to sleep.

The both of them were at the campsite that Zak has talked about. It looked like Zak was excited to be here. He has talked to him about how his family took him and his sister here many times as a child.

Darryl was a little surprised how experienced Zak was. It was like he knew this place like the back of this hand as it seemed like they explored every part of the forest preserve.

The camp was set up surprisingly fast. It was pretty nice spending time just hiking through the forest. It felt like time passed by too quickly when they both realized it was already starting to get dark.

They headed back to the campsite. Darryl noticed that Zak already set up the campfire, along with a water bucket to put it out later.

Time went by, and it was now completely dark. Darryl was busy roasting marshmallows by the fire before he noticed Zak grinning across from him.

"Hey, do you wanna hear something scary?" He eagerly asked him.

Darryl frowned a little. "No ghost stories around the campfire Zak."

"Aww come on!" Zak whined. "Please? My dad told me this story before when I was young. It was really good!"

"So does that mean it isn't that scary?" Darryl hoped.

"Huh? Oh, no." Zak laughed a little. "That dumb story terrified me back then."

"Oh my goodness." Darryl let out a groan, feeling like he was going to regret this. "Okay, just make it quick."

Zak beamed. He grabbed a flashlight, turned it on, and held it below his face to get into the mood.

Darry felt himself shiver. He swore the world around him became so dark that the only things he saw were the campfire, and Zak as he had a frightening smile before beginning the story.

"Once upon a time, there was a young lady who lived in the forest. She fell in love with a young man, who she thought was really cute and sweet. But it had always seemed that the man wasn't aware of her feelings, until that fateful day..."

"To her surprise, he suddenly asked her to meet him by the river which was a part of the forest. He told her to come alone, wanting to tell her something important. She was so excited, daydreaming and hoping that it was a love confession."

Darryl hugged himself a little, knowing that things weren't going to end well.

"She showed up early, eagerly waiting for him to come. She stood there, waiting for hours… until he finally showed up. She smiled wide, so happy to see him. But her smile slowly turned to a look of confusion."

"He brought his friends over...why? She thought they were meeting up alone. But before she could ask, all of them suddenly started to laugh."

"'Wow! I can't believe she's still here! How pathetic!' One of his friends sneered."

"Her face fell. How could they do this to her? She broke into tears when she heard her crush speak up."

"'Yeah! I can't believe she thought that I would ever date her!' His friends cruelly laughed harder as the man she thought she loved walked up to her."

"She slowly stepped backwards as her tears blinded her. He pushed her, making her fall into the river. Everyone ran off afterwards, not knowing the full consequence of what they've done.. None of them knew that the woman couldn't swim."

"None of them knew that he murdered her."

Darryl was mortified as he clearly envisioned the scenario. He was too focused on Zak's story that he forgot about the marshmallows he finished roasting.

"Years passed, and the same guy and his friends have forgotten all about her. They went on a camping trip.. just like us.. to the same forest he drowned her in."

"Things were fine until he noticed that his friends started disappearing.. one.. by.. one. At first, he assumed that his friends just decided to ditch him, but then he felt that something was wrong. He can't find any of them now."

"It was getting darker as he was still looking for his friends, until he suddenly found something peculiar. Something.. or someone was emitting a bright glow into the river."

"Like a moth being drawn to a flame, he couldn't help but be memorized by it.. He went closer and closer until suddenly, BAM!"

Darryl flinched a little by Zak's sudden loud noise.

"A pair of arms suddenly pulled him into the river! The man couldn't do anything to escape before it happened, it was already too late."

"Whatever that was, grabbed him by the neck. It tightly and painfully dug its nails deep into his neck. The man failed around in fright. As he opened his eyes, he suddenly realized a familiar looking face."

"That glowing figure, had that woman's face. That woman he pushed in long, long ago. She had tears streaming down her face… and she looked angry."

"Showing absolutely no mercy to him, she kept him underwater. And he slowly suffered a long and painful death… Some say that her angry spirit still seeks for prey up north where the river resides in this forest."

"Wait, what?!" Darryl exclaimed. "Are you saying that the forest she died in, is in this forest we are in right now?!"

He heard a dark chuckle from Zak, something Darryl has never even heard from him. "Maybe. Coincidently, dead bodies have been found by that river a few times over the years. They all died from drowning. They were all men too."

"Oh my goodness then why did you take us here?!" Darryl frantically said, getting more scared then he already was.

Zak turned off the flashlight and chuckled to lighten things up. "Dude, don't tell me you actually believe in this."

"It doesn't matter if I do or don't, Zak! Any sane person would stay away from places that have dead bodies lying around! What if we get hurt or worse?!"

Zak only chuckled more. "Calm down dude, there isn't anything that's gonna- OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT BEHIND YOU!?" He suddenly shrieked out.

Darryl screamed and jumped from where he’s sitting, accidentally kicking the water bucket over which put out the fire. He looked behind him and saw… nothing.

As soon as he heard Zak's laughter, his fear turned into frustration. "Skeppy that was not funny!" Darryl shouted.

Zak was still giggly as he calmed down a bit. "I'm sorry.. oh my god. You have to admit that was good!"

"No it wasn't! You scared me! I thought we were in danger!!"

"That story is made up!" Zak cleared his throat, completely calm now. "There's no freaky woman that died in the river, you have nothing to worry about!"

"Are you serious?!" Darryl groaned. "You made me jump and put out the fire, you jerk!"

"Don't worry! I'll just get some more wood to burn and another bucket of water. We're fine!"

Darryl only sighed in response, glaring at him. They sat in silence for a moment. Zak slightly frowned, but then smiled apologetically.

"I’m sorry.. I'll be right back." Zak said softly before taking his flashlight and leaving.

Darryl wasn't even sure if he wanted to stay up anymore. He just feels like going inside the tent right now. Sitting in silence for what seemed like a few minutes, he suddenly heard a blood curdling scream.

He quickly stood up. That sounded like Zak screaming. "Zak? ..Zak y-you better not be messing with me.. I swear-"

"DARRYL HELP! SOMEONE HEL-" A big splash was heard in the distance.

"Zak?!" Darryl grabbed his backpack and immediately started running. "ZAK?!"

He ran deeper into the forest with no flashlight, running as fast as he could. Panic taking over, he cannot recall where to find the river. He was desperately trying to hear where Zak’s screams were coming from.

"Crud, crud crud. Crud!" Darryl swears that this forest has become even harder to navigate through. Even though he was running as fast as he could, he felt like he was going nowhere.

He heard Zak's desperate cries for help coming from a separate path before hearing complete silence. Darryl tripped and fell before quickly getting up and running another direction.

"ZAK?! WHERE ARE YOU?! CAN YOU HEAR ME!? ZAK!" He didn't hear anything else before he finally stumbled upon the river. He saw the bucket that Zak took, laying on the ground.

But no Zak.

Darryl was panting, frantically looking around. That's when he saw it… No way. This wasn't possible... This wasn't real.

Something was glowing in the water. And it was exactly like he imagined it. It was the same thing in Zak’s story.

Darryl almost ran in the opposite direction, fearing for his life before he saw something else in the water. He saw him. She had Zak captive underwater.

SHE HAD ZAK.

Having another rush of adrenaline, he grabbed a pocket knife in his bag, and jumped into the water, screaming out in both fear and rage.

"LET HIM GO!"

The spirit was confused to see another person jump in before shrieking in pain as Darryl managed to stab her arm.

It was like a game of tug of war between the two. But because Darryl was being relentless, she eventually backed off, letting go of Zak.

Darryl wrapped his arms around Zak and swam upwards to the shore. Once they were out of the water, he slowly dropped Zak and kneeled on the ground, shaking and gasping for breath.

While he wasn’t looking, the spirit came up from the surface, going towards the both of them.

Before she could drag Zak's body into the water again, Darryl noticed her and quickly dragged him far away from the water.

Even though he was absolutely horrified, he held the pocket knife in his hand as a threat. She stared at him angrily as he carried Zak's limp body away.

When he was sure that he got out of her sight, he gently placed Zak on the ground, catching his breath once again.

“Zak? ..Are you okay? ..Can you answer me?” He looked at him. Zak wasn’t moving an inch. Darryl immediately feared the worse.

He held him in his arms, shaking him a little. “Zak? ...H-Hey, please wake up.. geppy?”

He couldn’t hear him breathing.

His hand trembled as he checked for a pulse.

...Nothing.

Tears started falling from his face. “No.. nonononono. Zak, don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. D-Don’t leave me like this.”

Darryl tried to perform CPR in a desperate attempt to revive him. It wasn’t working. He knows that it wasn’t working. But he was still doing it, refusing to give up on him so easily.

“Zak?!” More tears started falling out as he stared at his body in disbelief. “You.. You muffin head!” Darryl started to shout.

“If you don’t wake up right now, I’m never going to forgive you! You hear me?! I-I’ll never forgive you!”

His voice started to crack as he trembled even more, attempting to do CPR once again. Tear droplets hitting Zak’s face.

“I’m never going to forgive myself if you died because of me, Zak! Please! Say something! Please tell me that you’re faking it! Please tell me this is a horrible troll! P-Please!”

Unforgivable cold dead silence.

“No.. no..” He broke down and hugged Zak tightly as if his life depended on it, choking out sobs. How could he let this happen?

Even with his blurry vision, he thought he saw something glowing from the corner from his eye. Did the spirit manage to follow him? Darryl doesn't know, but he doesn’t care.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so so sorry.. Z-Zak..” He barely whispered out.

He wanted him back. He wanted to see his muffin full of life again.

Darryl jolted awake, sitting upwards from his bed. He was breathing heavily, wiping the tears that were falling from his eyes. What a horrible nightmare...

He curled up, shaking.. taking a moment to process that it was only a dream. A terrible dream that felt way too real at first. He took out his phone to look at the time. It was 1:00am. He wasn’t going to go back to sleep at this rate.

He got out of bed and walked out of his bedroom. The moment he stepped out, he was surprised to see the kitchen, remembering that it was a total wreck before. But now it was as if nothing happened at all. In fact, it looked better than before.

The kitchen table caught his eye since there were flowers in a vase that wasn’t there before. He walked up to take a closer look at it and found out there was a note in front of the vase. Curious, he picked it up and read it.

“Hey! Good morning Darry! Hope you’re feeling a little better after last night. I’m still really sorry about that. It’s not much, but I hope these flowers cheer you up a little bit. I also bought a new picture frame in order to replace the broken one. When I wake up, you can tell me if you still want to go camping together.”

Darryl’s eyes trailed off to the side. He didn’t even notice the picture frame near the flowers. He picked the picture frame up. The picture… The picture was the both of them smiling happily into the camera. It was taken on the day they first saw each other in person. He looked back at the note.

“I’m sorry that you have to put up with me sometimes. -Zak <3”

Darryl felt even worse as he started to feel an awful amount of guilt. Tears were welling up again. He looked across the hallway and laid his eyes on Zak’s room.

Zak was laying on his bed, half asleep. He was exhausted, taking over three hours to clean up his mess and set up the few new things for Darryl. He was just about to fall asleep until he heard his door open.

He turned to his side, slowly opening his eyes. “Darryl?..” Zak looked at him warily until he sat up in both confusion and concern when he noticed that Darryl was crying. “Are you.. okay?”

Darryl still wasn't over the nightmare that he had. Even though it didn’t happen and he already knew Zak was fine, he was so relieved to see his face. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, sobbing quietly.

Zak didn’t know what to say at first. He didn’t know why or how Darryl was this emotional. As he hugged him back, he felt Darryl squishing him even tighter. “D-Darry? What’s going on? ..Can’t breathe.”

“I’m sorry.” Darryl quietly said, loosening his grip on him. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m-”

“Woah woah, Jesus Christ dude.” Zak let go of Darryl to look at his face that was covered in tears and frowned. “What the heck happened? Why are you crying? Sorry for what?”

“For being a dumb.. muffin head..” He wiped his eyes. “I-Idiot.. I’m.. I didn’t mean it. I-I didn’t mean any of it. I’m sorry..” He whined.

Darryl hugged him again, hiding his face against his chest. Zak looked down on him with a soft sad look on his face. He was still mumbling “I’m sorry” over and over again.

Zak wrapped his arms around him, ruffling Darryl's hair a little. "Darryl, it's fine. I'm okay."

"No, it's not fine!" Darryl cried out. "If I wasn't being such an i-idiot, I would've helped you clean instead of ignoring you like a jerk... 'Putting up with you all the time.' ..W-Why did I say that?!"

Zak felt himself tear up a little. Because yes, that did hurt a little bit hearing that from him, but he wasn't expecting Darryl to be this distraught about it. Zak already knows that he didn't fully mean it.

"Aww Darry.." Zak rubbed his own eyes before hugging Darryl a little tighter, speaking softly. "Aren't you being a little harsh on yourself? This is all you're upset about? I'm not even mad about it anymore."

"I-I'm sorry.." Darryl sniffled. "This might sound silly but.. I also had a really bad nightmare a-and," he started to tremble again. "I really thought I lost you."

Even though Zak didn’t fully understand, he continued to reassure him. "It's alright Darryl.. I'm here if you want to talk about it. I'm here for you.."

Zak still had both arms wrapped around him, lightly resting on his head. Darryl silently sat still, calming down to the sound of his slow breathing. After a few minutes, he opened up about his bad dream.

He recalled how they were both camping in the woods. He remembered the ghost story and how it ended up being "real." And worst of all, how Zak.. slipped away from him.

Zak stayed silent and listened to every word. He would hug Darryl tighter if he was starting to get emotional again at some parts. Once he was done, Zak gently cupped his face as he looked him straight in the eyes.

"You don't ever have to worry about losing me. Okay?"

Darry felt more tears falling as he held back a smile. "You muffin head. Are you trying to make me cry more?"

Zak slowly started to smile, still having a hold on Darryl’s face as he gently pinched his cheeks. "Besides, even if you try to push me away, I'm not going anywhere.."

He pulled himself closer to Darryl to make their noses touch. "..whether you like it, or not." Zak grinned.

Darryl smiled as he wiped his face one last time. A light chuckle came from him. "You know what? ..I think I won't mind if I'm stuck with you."

"Good!" Zak let out a short laugh before hugging him again, peppering one side of his face with small kisses.

Darryl was caught off guard until he felt himself melt. The sudden affection from Zak wasn't expected and as a result, it made him giggly. He slightly tried to squirm away from him, but he was trapped in Zak's arms.

Zak felt his own heart melting as he heard just pure adorableness. He'd prefer Darryl's giggles over Darryl's crying any day.

"I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Darry.." Zak giggled, continuing his kissing attack. Darryl squirmed even more, but to no avail. He was stuck as a giggling mess.

"Okay, okahahay! I gehehet it!" He gave up squirming in favor of trying to cover his flustered face from Zak.

Zak slowly came to a stop and smiled. "Happy now?"

Darryl was still giggling, but he nodded yes.

Zak let out a hum of content and took hold of Darryl's hands. "You know, you really didn't have to apologize to me. I did basically destroy the kitchen."

"I know but I felt so bad.." Darryl whined a little. "I was being mean.."

"Oh my god." Zak laughed. "Okay, then we're both idiots. There." The both of them giggled at this, happy that the atmosphere became light-hearted.

"I'll take it easy with the pranks, Darryl." He gently squeezed his hands. "I'm sorry."

Darryl smiled and squeezed back. "I'm sorry too. I'll try to watch my temper around you." He smirked a little. "Even though you make it hard for me to not lose my marbles."

Zak laughed. "Okay, you know what? That's fair."

Darryl sighed as he hugged Zak, cuddling beside him. He felt like staying, not wanting to leave Zak's side. Zak didn't mind, he looked at his phone checking the time.

Zak groaned a little. "I think we're going to be too tired to go camping later today."

"Oh my goodness, that almost slipped my mind… Should we reschedule it?"

"I think we should." Zak smiled. "I don't mind."

It was silent for a while. They were looking into each other's eyes and were completely exhausted.

"I'm so lucky I have you.." Darryl mumbled.

Zak's eyes widened and his face flushed before he burst out giggling. "You idiot.. that's my line."

Darryl giggled out tiredly in response. After a few minutes, they finally fell asleep after a long night.. hand in hand.

And the best part? No nightmares took place this time.

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#skephalo #badboyhalo #skeppy #fanfiction #my writing #tw knife #tw death #<_< uh.. I can explain #its not what it looks like I swear

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cannot-handle-steve-randle · 4 years ago

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Dresses and Confessions | Steve Randle x Reader

this is my first time writing anything!!! it’s just a fluffy steve one shot. I hope you guys like it!! <3

summary: steve loves (y/n), and (y/n) loves steve. neither has confessed their feelings to the other, but when steve hears that (y/n) has her eyes on someone, he knows he needs to speak up before he misses his chance with her.

word count: 1652

It was a warm July night, and you and your best friend decided to go out and dress up. Even though there weren’t many fancy places in Tulsa, you decided it would be fun to throw on some dresses and heels and go out on the town for the night.

You had been friends with the Curtis family for forever, having grown up on the same block as them. You became very close upon entering your high school years and they pretty much considered you part of the gang. In fact, you had been introduced to the rest of the guys a couple years back and you loved each of them. They were always there for you when you needed them, and they loved having you around as well.

Overtime, you took a particular liking to Steve Randle. Steve always made you laugh. Whenever you were upset, you’d talk to Steve because he’d never fail to make you smile. In return, you’d always be there for him when his Dad upset him. He’s a very caring person, and he can be quite emotional, which you realized as he slowly opened up to you more and more. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment you realized you had feelings for Steve, you just knew they’ve been around for a while. It seemed as if Steve felt the same way about you, but he hadn’t made any serious moves yet. You wanted him to make the first real move and ask you out, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait before you said something yourself. You didn’t speak of your feelings to any of the guys, because you didn’t want Steve to hear from anyone but you anyways.

After your girls night out, you found yourself driving over to the Curtis household, because after all you spent most nights hanging out with the guys anyway.

“Hey guys” you spoke as you entered the house. And as the guys looked up to address you, their jaws dropped in the process. For a moment, it seemed as if none of your favorite greasers could speak. “What’s going on? Why are you all looking at me like that?” you questioned after a moment of silence.

Dally was the first to speak up, and of course he got straight to the point. “Damn (y/n)! You look hot as hell! Where have you been all dressed up like that?” he said as you instantly started blushing. “I went out with a couple friends for the night and we thought it’d be fun to dress up”, you spoke as you glanced down at your wine red colored cocktail dress and your strappy gold heels. You had your makeup done naturally, and your (y/h/c) hair was curled into loose waves. “You look great, (y/n)” Johnny said and Ponyboy agreed. “Aw stop that, you guys are making me blush” you said as you giggled a little bit. You fully walked into the house to greet all of the boys, and when you got to Steve he was looking at you in complete awe. “What’s up, buttercup” you said playfully as you hugged him. He chuckled and said “you look incredible, (y/n)”. You felt your face get red as you gave him a quick thank you. Once you hugged everyone you sat down at the table to watch the guys play their game of poker. You sat at the only open seat, which was between Dally and Darry, across from Steve. The entire time, Steve seemed a little distracted. Every time you glanced in his direction, you caught him looking at you with a look in his eye you have never seen before. And each time you made eye contact, you’d throw a small, bashful smile his way. “So (y/n)”, Two-Bit spoke from the living room, “did you pick up any guys while you were out tonight? because I’d find it hard to believe that no guy would approach you while you’re looking like that.” You immediately felt a little nervous, because the truth was one guy did ask for your number, but you politely declined. However, you ultimately decided to tell the guys what happened, in hopes of maybe getting Steve‘s attention. “Actually, yes one very nice guy did ask for my number, but I told him I wasn’t interested” you responded. You quickly looked at Steve to see if his expression had changed at all. He looked a little curious, but then your thoughts were interrupted by another question. “If he was nice, why’d you turn the guy down?” Soda asked. You thought to yourself “what the hell”, and threw all caution to the wind while preparing for the interrogation that was bound to be thrown your way after your response. “Well, if you all must know, I told him that I have my eye on someone at the moment.” And of course, as you predicted each of the guys immediately started questioning “who’s the mystery guy???” and “is he in this room??” This went on for a good five minutes. They were so loud (as always), so you had to yell over all of them to be heard. “GUYS I WILL UPDATE YOU ON MY LOVE LIFE ONCE I’VE GOT IT FIGURED OUT MYSELF, I PROMISE.” And with that promise, they let you be. Of course, one of them would occasionally throw out a name that would be incorrect. Even Pony and Johnny, who had been quiet most of the night, threw in the names of a few guys which were all incredibly wrong. You were surprised that none of them could see you had feelings for Steve. You thought it was obvious, but you were a little glad it wasn’t so apparent to them.

As the night ended and all the guys shuffled out of the Curtis house one by one, you also got ready to leave. You said your goodbyes and made your way to the door, but a hand grabbed your arm before you could make it out of the house. You turned around, and you suddenly found yourself face to face with none other than Steve himself. “Hey, could I talk to you before you go?” He asked. “Yeah of course, is everything alright?” You questioned as you both headed outside towards your car. “Yeah everything’s fine, I just have to tell you something that’s been on my mind for what feels like an eternity, at this point.” He responded. “Steve you’re kind of starting to scare me, what’s going on?” You questioned as you internally hoped this was the moment you’ve been waiting for for months on end. “I’m just going to go on and say it” he started, “I love you, (y/n). I think a part of me always did, and as time went on that part grew bigger and bigger until I completely fell for you. No one has ever cared for me as much as you do. I’ve never been able to open up to anyone as quickly as I did you. My days feel off if I don’t see you. I think about you constantly and I think you’re the most beautiful girl on this dang planet. And when you told Two and Soda that you have feelings for someone else tonight, I knew I needed to speak up before it was too late. Heck, it might already be too late, but I just had to try.” He finished his little speech and you were shocked. You weren’t expecting him to feel as strongly as you did. I mean, Steve Randle just told you he’s in love with you. You had planned this moment out in your head so many times, but you never really got around to the part where you responded to his confession. “(y/n) please say something, say anything...” he continued when a moment of silence passed between the two of you. You weren’t really sure what to say, you were so overwhelmed with so many emotions so you did the first thing that came to mind: you leaned up, grabbed the back of Steve’s neck, and you kissed him. He was shocked at first, you could tell, but after a brief moment he kissed back. It was a kiss full of love and passion, one that took your breath away. Once you both pulled away to breathe, you leaned your forehead against his. “The guy I’ve been pining after is you, Steve. It was always you. I feel the same way. I love you. I always have, and I think I always will.” His face lit up with that big smile of his that you loved. He leaned in to kiss you again, and this time you both smiled into it. You couldn’t remember a time you felt this happy. You were knocked out of your trance when he pulled away from the kiss and spoke again. “Let me take you on a date tomorrow night. We can go to the drive in after my shift at the DX” he said. “I would love that. More than anything” you said. “Alright then it’s settled, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7” said Steve, as he pushed a piece of hair out of your face. You looked at your watch and realized how late it was. “Oh sugar! I have to get home before my parents start worrying, but I’ll see you tomorrow at 7”, you said just before you gave him one last goodnight kiss. “Goodnight darlin’, drive safe” he said as you got in your car. You waved goodbye to him before you drove off to your house. You were smiling the entire way home and you could not stop thinking. You loved Steve Randle. And he loved you just as much. You knew one thing for sure: tomorrow was going to be a good night.

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laterzgators · 4 years ago

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How the gang would be like in modern times.

Kinda basing this off of texts I have with my friends because I get reminding everyday that my old friend group (kinda still my friend group.) are like the gang.

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Ponyboy

He would have like an iPhone 6 in 2020. And he would be so upset about it. But he wouldn’t complain cause his brother didn’t have money for him to have an iPhone 11 or something.

He uses every platform to text. He probably only texts like Johnny and sometimes Dally.

Johnny and him would FT for hours and during them be like “look what I sent you.” And then proceeded to a meme.

Still a whiny baby boy but 2020 edition

Didn’t pay attention to politics cause he isn’t voting so he has no say. :/

Would probably watch anime- but like mainstream.

Has two instagram accounts one for public people he knew and a secret one to post what he wanted cause Darry probably looked into his phone-

Tries to show Darry how to use a smartphone. Darry won’t understand it. But he tried.

Track team until COVID hit 🙄

Hated virtual learning. HATED IT.

Especially when Darry didn’t have work that day he would peep into Soda and Pony’s room to see him on his desk on a call.

Pony putting his arm down shooing him away. “Darry...I’m in class please shh.” “Don’t worry bout me I’m just listening. Making sure these teachers actually are teaching ya.”

Somehow went brain dumb with this type of learning some days so when a teacher would ask him to answer something he would mute and turn off the camera or leave the call.

He was happy when he did know the answer a certain day.

• Having to text Johnny or Two bit to join a class cause the teacher was doing attendance.

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Johnny

Texts Ponyboy and Dally pretty evenly. Though Pony would start being whiny when he didn’t answer. Johnny also probably had an older phone like an iPhone 6 or se maybe even an LG but he wouldn’t complain. He was just fine with having a phone. At least it worked.

Has a whole Instagram account about memes. Pony probably helps manage it.

Watches anime with Pony cause he finds it interesting. Does he understand what’s going on? No not at all but if Pony likes it then it’s okay.

Does really like Naruto though-

He hates school. It’s bad enough he skipped it most days. But now ITS AT HOME SO HE HAD NO EXCUSE TO NOT DO IT!

He would usually join the zoom calls but he kept his camera off and was on mute. His parents were probably arguing-

Some days he could be with Pony at his house and did his zooms from there.

Pony spamming him to join the class.

Pony: “Johnny Mr Fullb-“

Johnny: “I’m about to join just be patient pony.”

Dally sent him a nude once and he was SCARED. Dally used social media for that purpose but we will get more into that later-

He apologized a lot btw-

FT calls were fun cause he would put his phone in a certain position and do work and Pony being high on adrenaline would run around his room and you could see it on camera. It was funny.

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Dallas

Where do I even start for this man....

TAKES FREAKING A MILLION NUDES LIKE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING ITS GROSS

Poor Johnny once got sent one on accident.

He is still traumatized

Virtual women and real women double bonus for him. He would text or dm one chick and be asking a girls number physically at the same time.

Mans gotta multitask-

Bully people on the internet.

Mainly pony for some reason. He did it playfully but Pony would get upset so quickly-

Pony.boy_curtis posted a picture. Caption: Read this poem at school and I’ve been vibing with it.

Comments: @Dal_winSton: Haha THATS dumb. (And more spam of him that includes 😀 that emoji.)

People would call him an eboy and he didn’t like that. He was just edgy in his own way.

Stole a iPhone 11 Pro so that’s how he has this phone.

GC with the whole gang existence and he was like “This is dumb we see eachother everyday.”

He was a weird teen-

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Sodapop

My manz always texted Ponyboy when he was to lazy to speak.

Texted a lot of people cause he was that guy. But mainly Steve, Sandy (when they were still a thing.), Darry, and Pony.

His IG was filled with nice pics of him and girls just commenting about how handsome he was. He got annoyed of it at a point and turned off the comment section.

Probably had tiktok and made Pony get it.

Had a free subscription of Spotify and my boy loved his music.

Texting pony is like.: “Hey could you tell Darry that I got the eggs he needed earlier.” Pony never told him. Darry got home with a carton of eggs and started yelling that they wasted money on extra eggs. And Pony stood there after hours of finally looking at the text and would just back up.

Random girls dming asking if he was single.

It made him uncomfortable.

But Steve would grab his phone and say random things to the girls and they’d leave him alone.

He didn’t understand Pony’s memes but liked them cause they were on his page.

He or Darry probably asked later on what it meant.

“Uh-huh.” Is the response after Pony took an hour explaining it.

Still didn’t get it.

Followed every single person he knew or liked on Instagram or any platform.

“PONY CAN I USE YOUR HOTSPOT MY INTERNET ISNT WORKING!!!”

Pony just yelled back sure.

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Darry

You thought Soda was bad nah Darry is a full on Karen-

Had probably had a flip phone until 2018

Loved Karen memes. Pony would see him liking them on fb and he’d just LAUGH.

Yelling at Pony to help him with his phone.

Pressed the wrong buttons all the time.

Probably had an LG-

DIDNT get texting 🤦‍♀️

Telling Pony not to talk to strangers on the internet.

Would have Rants on Facebook.

He pays for cable even though no one in that house used the Tv except him.

Would be so confused on the GC

“IF YOU ARE GONNA GO OUT WITH JOHNNY PUT ON YOUR MASK PONY!”

In the GC: Two Bit: Calm down Jamal dont pull out the nine.

Darry: Who is Jamal and what do you mean by pull out the nine??

Pony: PFT- CHILE I-

Darry: WAIT I SEARCHED IT UP IN THE GOOGLE DO NOT SAY INAPPROPRIATE THINGS IN THIS CHAT TWO BIT MATTHEWS!!!

It’s scary seeing him in our times-

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Two Bit Matthews.

MEME LORD

All the memes all the jokes he understands it.

He is an intellectual.

Was barley passing school. He was usually on his phone in class.

He probably also had tiktok.

Dmed girls all the timeeee-

Hey good looking

You have been blocked by this user

WHA-

Yeah he didn’t realize girls didn’t like that

Had a whole page dedicated to memes because obviously.

DIDNT join virtual school at allllll

He was busy playing roblox like the cool kid he was.

He is legit a 9 year old-

Hated wearing masks but he did it.

Still hung out with Pony and the gang even with Corona.

He spammed the GC at like 4 a.m when he was super sleepy but still awake and asked all kinds of questions.

“If we call an orange orange can we call orange fruit?” Confusion.

He was something else-

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Steve

Texted Soda during work.

Also texted Evie during work.

Google was his new best friend.

He used google a lot he just did.

Only had Instagram cause Sodapop begged.

He got used to it after a while.

Would get Ponyboy in trouble whenever he posted something that he knew could get him in trouble

Would post pictures of Darry doing random things and say “Superman” in the caption. LOL

Used LMAO a lottt for some reason

On the GC if someone was spamming he’d just say SHUT UP. Like a lot but he would.

He never wore his mask and if he did it was on his chin.

Pictures of chocolate cake.

That’s probably it lol.

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That’s all. I hoped you liked it. Sorry I’m posting so late lol-

#80s movies #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #johnny cade headcanons #dallas winston headcanons #se hinton

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darriness · 4 years ago

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Klaine Fic - You’ll Always Be The Home - Chapter 1

Author: darriness

Fic Summary: Everything is finally settled in Kurt and Blaine's life...right?

Rating: T

Link to: Prologue

Chapter Word Count: 3172

Chapter Summary: A wedding.

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, or just read the prologue to this. Here’s chapter 1! As always thank you to my amazing beta @darrenismydarcy

AO3 Link

Four years is a long time. A lot can happen in four years. A lot can change. In one four year span for example, Kurt and Blaine met, became friends, became boyfriends, graduated high school, broke up, and got back together again.

In the four years since their reunion, Blaine and Kurt have moved in together, graduated college, gotten engaged, started careers, and planned a wedding.

But if you ask Kurt and Blaine? The past four years have felt like both a lifetime and a milli-second in equal measure.

Blaine adjusts his cuffs and fidgets with his lapels as he stands behind the rows of chairs in front of him. Before he can once again reach for his lapels, his hand is grabbed and he turns to smile sheepishly at Bethany.

“Sorry.” He mumbles.

Bethany smirks and squeezes the hand she has in her own, “You’re adorable.” Her eyes soften as Blaine’s eyes flit around the room, “I am so happy for you...you know that right?”

Blaine’s eyes train back on his little sister and he smiles, “I do know that.” He says, softly, squeezing her hand in return.

*Four Years Ago*

“Can I paint my room any colour I want?” Bethany asks as Blaine fumbles for with the keys in the lock.

“Hmm?” Blaine hums distracted as he tries not to drop the bags in his hands.

“I said, can I paint my room any colour I want?” Bethany repeats.

“Oh uh, I don’t know. We’ll have to ask Kurt, I guess.” Blaine responds, finally getting the key in the lock and opening the door to the small apartment for only the second time. He hasn’t been back since he and Kurt got back together and now he and Bethany are going to be living here.

Bethany sighs as she pushes past Blaine in the unrefined way of a 12-year-old who wants to be the first one in, “We live here now. Can’t you make the decision? Or are we going to have to ask Kurt for everything now?”

Blaine sighs as he drops the bags he’s been carrying just inside the door. The apartment is empty, Kurt is at class. The pair had decided it might be easier to move in when Kurt wasn’t home.

“Just…” He doesn’t know how to answer. He’s never lived with anyone beside his family which means he’s never moved into someone else’s house. He’s not sure what the ‘rules’ are, or even if there are any.

Bethany rolls her eyes and flops down on the couch, letting the backpack she had been carrying fall on the ground next to her, “You said this would be a good thing for us.” She says with a raised eyebrow.

“It is.” Blaine says with a surety he doesn’t really feel. He knows Bethany was fine with moving and happy that Kurt was back in their lives but she’s also twelve...who knows if this really makes her happy.

*Present Day*

Music starts to play and Blaine takes a deep breath as he realizes that’s his and Bethany’s cue to walk down the aisle. He feels Bethany shake his hand in hers and he looks over at her with a smile. She smiles back at him before the pair begin to slowly make their way down the aisle.

He tries not to look over the crowd but can’t help but cast his gaze quickly over the faces. Friends and family all with beaming faces but unlike the former that is a mixture of friends they have as a couple and separately, the latter is all Kurt’s. Blaine threads Bethany’s arm more tightly in his own and keeps walking with a polite smile on his face.

When he and Bethany are finally at the altar he lets go of her hand and takes his place in front of the officiant as she takes hers just behind him as his ‘best woman’. He reaches to fidget with his suit jacket one more time as the music changes to signal it’s Kurt’s turn to make the walk he and Bethany just made.

He turns, like the audience in front of him does, to look at the back of the room and takes a deep breath when he sees Kurt standing arm in arm with his father. He feels Bethany nudge him in the back and he would turn to look at her if he wasn’t so transfixed. He has a feeling she would be beaming at him and maybe winking, anyway.

*Three Years Ago*

Blaine gets home from class with a tired but happy sigh. He loves New York, he loves school, he loves everything about his life right now.

“Bethany I said no!” He hears Kurt say from the direction of the kitchen and pouts his lips thoughtfully, pausing as he takes off his scarf.

“You’re not my dad!” Bethany shouts back at Kurt and Blaine hisses in a breath.

There’s quiet for a moment and Blaine is wondering who is going to blow first. Since moving in, Bethany and Kurt’s relationship has changed slightly. They’ve gone from partners in crime, so to speak, to something more resembling father/daughter, or at the very least, caregiver/child. Blaine knows Kurt tries not to act that way but it’s unavoidable when living under the same roof. Blaine isn’t necessarily surprised but there have been times, like the one right now, when he wishes they could go back to the way they were before.

Finally, Bethany lets out an unintelligible growl and stomps off toward her bedroom, not even realizing Blaine is there when she huffs through the living room.

Kurt follows a moment later but at a slower pace and doesn’t appear to want to actually follow her as her bedroom door slams. He sighs when the slam happens and swings his gaze to Blaine - fixing him with a resigned expression.

“She wanted to take the subway, by herself I might add, to a concert in the park.” Kurt recounts.

Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up, “Well, thank you for saying no.”

Now Kurt’s glance is slightly withering, “Of course I said no.” He says before sighing and looking back at Bethany’s door, “I honestly never imagined I’d be a parental figure to a teenager in my early 20s.”

It sounds more like he’s saying it to himself than Blaine but Blaine’s stomach still clenches with anxiety, “I’m so sorry, Kurt. I’ll talk to her.” He swallows thickly.

Kurt does a double take before he seems to realize what he said and he moves quickly to Blaine’s side and puts his arms around his waist and his forehead to his temple, “Hey, no. That’s not what I meant.” He says before sighing, “Just because I didn’t think my life would be this way doesn’t mean I don’t love it.” It’s Blaine’s turn to give Kurt a withering glance. Kurt shakes his arms around Blaine, “I’m serious! In a few minutes I’m going to go in there and talk with Annie and everything will be fine. Just because she and I fight now doesn’t mean I’m not happy with our life.”

The sincerity in Kurt’s voice makes Blaine breathe a little easier.

*Present Day*

When Kurt and his dad finally, after what feels like the longest walk down the aisle ever (definitely longer than Blaine and Bethany’s was), make it to the altar Blaine can barely contain himself. He tries to wait as patiently as possible for Kurt to hug his dad and then take his place in front of Blaine but the wait for that to happen feels almost as long as the walk did.

Finally, FINALLY, Kurt is smiling at Blaine and reaching forward to grab his hands. Blaine feels like he can truly breathe for the first time all day. He is so ready to marry this man.

*One Year Ago*

“Are you sure I can’t film this?” Bethany asks.

Blaine chuckles nervously, “No, you cannot film this! I’m already nervous enough as it is.”

Bethany smirks, “Yeah but don’t you want to remember this for all of eternity? I mean, unless he says no or you get a divorce or…”

“Annie!” Blaine exclaims, making Bethany giggle in a way she doesn’t usually do anymore. Blaine’s learning there are a lot of things 15-year-old girls ‘don’t do anymore’.

“He’s here!” Bethany squeals, pointing over Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine turns around in his seat to watch Kurt talk to the hostess before getting shown to the table where Blaine and Bethany currently sit. It’s a fancy restaurant where the hostess even pulls out Kurt’s chair for him before he sits down.

“Oh, thanks!” Kurt says with an amused chuckle at the gesture as he takes his seat, “Hey!” Kurt enthuses, reaching forward to grab Blaine’s hand and smiling at Bethany.

“Hey!” Blaine smiles back as Bethany waves.

“So, what’s the special occasion? I mean, not that I don’t love fine dining and a chance to wear one of my fancier outfits…” Kurt asks, looking back and forth between the siblings.

Blaine swallows. He had originally wanted to wait to do this until later in the meal but…

“Kurt,” He starts and he can feel Bethany’s eyes on him. She had also been under the impression this would come later and obviously understands the tone he’s using. Kurt seems to understand something big is coming too because he sits a little straighter and he tilts his head in interest. Blaine swallows one more time, “Kurt, when you came into our lives my only focus was Annie. And while I love her to death and have never for a second regretted becoming her primary caregiver...I wasn’t really living.” Kurt’s eyes have widened in seeming shock but he stays quiet, “And then you came into our lives and...everything got more colourful. You opened my eyes and my heart to a love I don’t think I could ever even imagine and I am so thankful to you for that.”

Blaine sends one more glance at Bethany who is beaming at him and nodding before he takes a deep breath and gets down on one knee. The tables closest to them are looking on but Blaine only has eyes for Kurt - who is currently staring down at him with wide glistening eyes.

“I love you more than words can say, Kurt, and you would make me the happiest man in the world if you would agree to become my husband.” He produces a velvet box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a platinum band with inset diamonds. Kurt gasps, “Kurt, will you marry me?”

Kurt is nodding before he even finishes speaking, “Yes.” He whispers breathlessly.

Kurt pulls Blaine to his feet and into a kiss as the tables closest to them begin to clap. The loudest cheers are, of course, from Bethany, who makes the pair laugh as she whoops and hollers.

*Present Day*

The ceremony is simple and yet perfect. They debated writing their own vows but decided, instead, to go the traditional route; saying ‘traditional’ words in a ‘non-traditional’ situation really appealed to both of them.

It turns out Blaine cries more than Kurt, but Bethany cries more than both of them to the point where Blaine pauses and asks the officiant to wait before turning and hugging Bethany to him for a brief moment. She cries into his shoulder and their photographer captures the moment forever.

When it comes to their first kiss as husbands, Kurt goes off script just a little bit and bends Blaine in a dip to press their lips together. The room cheers around them at the action and the pair come up laughing - Blaine slightly embarrassed but overjoyed, and Kurt exceedingly proud...and also slightly embarrassed.

As they walk back up the aisle hand-in-hand, they smile at their family and friends who are all beaming back at them.

*One Year Ago*

“Kurt, why are we still doing this? You’re already engaged!” Bethany exclaims as she helps Kurt move the coffee table.

Kurt grunts as he shifts the table into its final resting place against the wall and out of the way, “Because I have been planning this for weeks and Blaine deserves to be proposed to.”

Bethany smiles, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

It was no surprise that Bethany had been in on Blaine’s proposal but she had been surprised and ecstatic when Kurt had come to her the month before to enlist her help in his own proposal. Bethany had to keep both secrets for the month while inside she had been bubbling over with excitement.

Kurt takes a deep breath and looks around one more time, “So...is everything ready?”

Bethany also looks around before looking back at Kurt, “All we did was move the coffee table and put out champagne. You know, for someone as dramatic as you...this proposal is super low key.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Because this proposal is for Blaine.”

Bethany pouts her lips like she hadn’t thought of that before nodding, “Okay, that makes sense.”

They hear keys jingling in the hallway and both of them jump. Kurt shoos Bethany toward the door and she goes with a skip, making sure to wink at Kurt first.

She opens the door before Blaine can get his keys in and he looks up in surprise before smiling, “Thanks Annie.” He says.

Bethany rocks back and forth once, trying to contain her smile, before sweeping her arm into the apartment, “Right this way.”

Blaine quirks an eyebrow as he toes off his shoes, chuckling at the formal gesture, “What’s going on?”

“Would you just come?” Bethany asks with an eye roll, hooking her arm into Blaine’s and pulling him along.

When they get to the living room Kurt is standing where the coffee table usually sits. Blaine looks back and forth between the pair, “What’s going on?” He asks again.

“Blaine,” Kurt starts and Bethany unhooks her arm and shoves Blaine forward a little. When Blaine is standing in front of Kurt, Kurt grabs both of his hands in his own and continues, “You have brought so much into my life - love, laughter, joy,...Annie.” He winks at Bethany who is standing just behind Blaine and the teenager giggles softly before quieting, “And I know you already proposed to me and technically we’re already engaged but you deserved a proposal as much as I did.” He takes a deep breath and goes down on one knee. Blaine, inhales sharply and his eyes are already moist with tears, “You are the love of my life, you are my everything, and I would be forever grateful if you agreed to marry me.”

He opens a ring box to reveal a simple platinum band. Blaine stares at it for a long moment, silence ringing in the room before Bethany breaks in, “Would you mind saying yes? Kurt said I could have some champagne after.”

Blaine and Kurt chuckle from their position. Blaine shakes his head and bites his lips together as they quiet before kneeling on the ground in front of Kurt, “I will, of course, marry you.” He whispers before pulling Kurt into a kiss.

There is clapping this time, too, but only from Bethany as the pair pull apart and Kurt slips the ring onto Blaine’s finger. They beam at each other like they are the only two in the room before Bethany coughs behind them.

They chuckle again, “Did you really tell her she could have champagne?” Blaine whispers.

Kurt smirks, “One glass.” He says.

*Present Day*

“Bethany!” Blaine exclaims.

Bethany freezes with her glass halfway to her mouth and gives her brother a sheepish smile, “Uh….Kurt let me?”

Blaine rolls his eyes and holds up his index finger, “One.” He says as Bethany cheers and takes a sip of wine from her glass.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to be trouble with this whole drinking thing.” Blaine asks, leaning against the bar next to her. The reception has been raging for hours now, dinner long since over, and Blaine is slightly alcohol loose, a lot in love loose, and thoroughly enjoying himself.

Bethany rolls her eyes, “I’m not stupid.” She says and Blaine nods, leaving it at that for now.

“Wanna dance?” He asks, gesturing to the dance floor as a slower song plays over the speakers.

Bethany takes another sip of wine and jerks her head behind her, “Go dance with your husband. He told me half an hour ago that he’s sad you guys haven’t been able to dance as much together with all the entertaining and hosting. I’ll finish my wine and cut in later. Maybe after I ask Finn to dance.” She winks at him and Blaine chuckles as he scans the room for Kurt, who is looking at him from across the room where he’s talking to one of his relatives.

They smile at each other before Kurt pleads, wordlessly, with his eyes and Blaine chuckles before kissing Bethany’s cheek and heading over.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt.” He says when he’s close enough and Kurt’s relative coos at him, “I was wondering if I could steal my husband for a dance.”

The relative, who Blaine is sure he’s been introduced to but can’t remember her name to save his life, agrees easily and Blaine leads Kurt to the dance floor. They settle quickly into each other's arms and Kurt sighs in relief, “Thank you.” He breathes as they start to sway, “My Aunt Jenny is lovely if not a little...over the top.”

Blaine chuckles, “Well, that’s my job now. To save you from well meaning but exhausting relatives. It’s in the contract.”

Kurt’s face suddenly goes somber as they continue to sway and Blaine tilts his head slightly, “What’s wrong?”

Kurt sighs, “I just…” He pauses and cups Blaine’s cheek softly. Blaine looks at him curiously, “Are you upset your parents aren’t here? Were you...expecting them to show up?”

Blaine’s eyes widen in surprise slightly before he chuckles, “Well, considering we didn’t invite them, it would be very strange for them to show up now.”

Kurt sighs again, “Blaine…” He starts.

Blaine sobers before sighing himself and looking off to the side slightly. He notices Finn and Bethany dancing and smiles slightly before turning back to Kurt with one scrunched closed eye, “Maybe...part of me was hoping they might actually show up.”

Kurt’s heart breaks a little at the admission even though he’s the one who asked about it and he’d assumed that was going to be the answer. His heart breaks for Blaine who may never fully heal from the trauma of his past.

He puts his hands on either side of Blaine’s neck and leans in to kiss him softly. He can’t magically make everything okay for Blaine, but he can love him and remind him of how loved he really is.

He plans on spending the rest of his life making sure that happens.

#klaine #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #my loves #my stuff #you'll always be the home

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thebeatles-world · 4 years ago

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Hey I love your writing so I was wondering if you could right something about two bit where he finds out your pregnant from soda cause sodas your best friend (dating two tho) and he's a bit angry at first but then he gets really cringy and cute and he's there for the birth. Sorry it's long :)) xx

Of course!! And no worries love! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy!!

You and Two-Bit have been on and off in the relationship a lot in the past few months. You decided to cuss angrily when you and Two-Bit got into a huge argument for hours without any of you two backing down which caused you to storm out angrily knowing that this argument was pointless and neither of you two would win or even stop yelling at each other.

So you decided to go to one of Buck’s parties later that night and to your surprise, you saw Sodapop and Steve hanging out with Dallas there. You joined and greeted them as you made your way over to them.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going?” They said to you and you told them all about the fight that you had with Two-Bit earlier today and how pointless the argument was.

They all comforting you about it and told you that Two-Bit could be hard headed which you agreeed.

Sodapop looked at you in awe. He lowkey had a crush on you and he always wanted you to be his girlfriend. He couldn’t stop admiring you and it gave him a bit of hope that you would turn out single one day due to the problems you and Two-Bit went through. You and Soda were best friends and he was there for you whenever you and Two-Bit had problems with each other. You were thankful that you had such a supportive friend like Soda.

He realized that he needed to step up his game. He needed to stop being shy and quiet over the fact that he liked you a lot so he started making a move on you and the whole night you and Soda were flirting with each other, chatting and even dancing with each other.

You always thought Sodapop was cute but you thought he wasn’t really interested in you until tonight when he proved himself by being a gentleman to you and showing you how much he loved you.

He definitely showed you how much he loved you once you guys sneak upstairs late at night while no one was watching and he started making love to you inside the guest bedroom. You and Soda were definitely sure that you both wanted to make love with each other. You both made sure that the noise volume was quiet between you two so that way nobody would come in the guest bedroom.

Soda was your first and he was your first. You never expect that one day you would lose it to your best friend. This was something Two-Bit never did to you or even showed you. Especially making love to you. You were glad you got to experience it with Soda... But you also felt kinda of bad for making love to Sodapop behind Two-Bit’s back? But you just shrugged the thought off that he will never found out as long you and Soda never mentioned it to him or the gang.

It didn’t cross your mind that just a few weeks later.. you would be pregnant with Sodapop’s child.

You started having symptoms of a missed period, nausea, light spottting, moodiness and you became more sensitive to certain smells.

You didn’t take much of it until you started having morning sickness and throwing up your breakfast. That’s when you decided to go to a visit to the doctor’s office.

You were nervous and just hoped that Sodapop didn’t get you pregnant that one night when you both made love to each other. You were still dating Two-Bit and you felt ashamed of yourself just thinking about you cheating on Two-Bit. But at the same time you didn’t regret making love to Sodapop because you kinda had feelings for him secretly.

You and Sodapop still talked but he was hurt knowing that night was just a one night stand between you two but you wanted to tell him that it wasn’t and that you really mean it when you slept with him but you knew it would make things worse by Soda falling in love with you even more if you did tell him that night wasn’t a mistake.

You tapped your fingers against the chair that you were sitting on in the waiting room as you waited for the doctor to call your name.

After 10 mins later, the doctor finally called you back in the room. They did some tests on you and measured you.

You were anxious as you waited for the doctor to tell you the results.

“Y/N? I have your results.” The doctor said as she gave you the paper and before you could read it, that’s when she announced that you were pregnant.

You nodded, knowing that your life was ruined. You weren’t ready to be a parent. Neither was Sodapop and he wasn’t even your boyfriend or your husband.

You thanked your doctor after she gave your next appointment for a checkup.

You knew you were doomed. What would Two-Bit say? Would he go off on you? Would he fight Sodapop? Would he breakup with you?

Or what about Sodapop? Was he ready to be a dad? Would he actually take care of his child also? Did he want it?

You thought about Sodapop brother’s ~ Darry and Ponyboy? You knew that they were the uncles of your unborn child. What would they think of you? Would they think your a prostitute? Or just using Soda? You knew they would be disappointed in you and Soda. Especially in Soda for sleeping with a girl who was taken.

You knew every single one of the gang was going to be disappointed. In you and in Sodapop. You knew they would never look at you the same especially your strict folks who raised you in the strictest way possible to make sure you wouldn’t make mistakes like this.

“How am I going to tell everyone?” You groan to yourself.

You decided to invite Two-Bit to your house to eat dinner with you while your parents were away from work so that way you could break the news to him.

You made sure the house was spotless clean and you didn’t realize that you left the pregnant results next the table since you were busy making sure everything was spotless and clean.

“Hey babe.” You smiled weakly as you greeted Two-Bit by the door whenever he came over a few hours later after your folks left for work.

“Hey baby. How are you doing?” Two-Bit gave you a kiss on the lips and walked inside.

“Im doing well.” You lied through your lips. You actually felt bad for Two-Bit. He didn’t deserve this no matter if he made you angry or stressed out.

You both sat down and started chit chatting as you guys ate your food. You were really nervous about telling him that you were pregnant. You felt bad once again knowing that it wasn’t his child and he was going to know that because you two never slept with each other before.

“Um, I’m going to use the bathroom.” You suddenly announced during the middle of dinner. “Okay babe.” Two-Bit said and continue to eat his dinner.

You shut the bathroom door behind and felt really anxious just knowing that you had to break the news to him. But where could you start? And how could you tell him gently? What could you say to start it out?

You started to practice in the mirror for about 10 and 15 minutes and you slowly headed out the bathroom, breathing in and out as you tried to calm down your anxiety.

“Hey Two-Bit... there’s something I need to tell you.” You slowly said as you arrived at the kitchen.

You noticed Two-Bit had washed your plate and his plate. The table looked neat. But Two-Bit raised an eyebrow at you.

He glared at you for a second before giving you a piece of paper that was folded in half.

“So tell me y/n. Who got you pregnant? Who did you sleep with?” Two-Bit angrily said.

Your heart almost stopped for a second and you noticed that you accidentally left your pregnancy results next to the table on the counter.

“H-How did you..” You stuttered, looking into Two-Bit’s angry eyes.

“I found out whenever I was cleaning the table. I thought it was something important or whatever so I looked at it before I thew it away and look, it turns out I was right. It was important.” Two-Bit shook his head in disappointment.

“Two-Bit i am so sorry, I-“ you begin saying before Two-Bit cut you off.

“Who’s the father y/n? Tell me who is it!” He shouted, looking angrily.

“It’s Sodapop!” You blurted out and it made Two-Bit shocked when you said that.

“What!!? You and Soda? Behind my back? When did this happened?” He said, shaking his head once again before slamming his fist against the fridge which made you jump a little.

“I slept with him the day me and you got into that huge argument. I should have backed away... I’m so sorry Two-Bit... I promise it won’t happen ever again. I should have never did that.” Your eyes turned into sadness as you looked at Two-Bit who looked hurt and mad and shocked at the same time.

“You slept with one of my friends.. and he slept with you.. How nice huh? My girlfriend and my friend slept with each other.” Two-Bit sneered and you knew he was being sarcastic but angry.

“Two-Bit Im sorry for what i did. Let me prove that I can change. Especially with my unborn child. You both mean a lot to me. I can prove to you I can be a different person than I was before. Please Two-Bit. Give me a chance.” You gently grabbed his hand and held it.

Two-Bit didn’t push your hand away or anything. He was trying to calm down. He put his hand over his mouth as he started to think.

You honestly felt really bad and you knew you messed up big time. A part of you didn’t wanna lose Two-Bit for good but another part of you understood if Two-Bit did leave you for what you did.

“I’ll help you take care of this baby with you.” Two-Bit finally said after a few minutes of silent between you two.

“Really?” You said. You were happy that he said that and you weren’t even expecting that response from him knowing that you betrayed him.

“Yes y/n. I love you so much not leave you but honestly I’m still hurt and mad but I also don’t wanna leave you by yourself with your unborn baby and having it to take care of it by yourself or even going through the pregnancy alone. I’ll stand with you no matter what and I’ll go with you to this new chapter of your life.” Two-Bit said and pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you so much Two-Bit. Again I am so sorry. You don’t deserve this.” You said as you bury your face on the crook of his neck.

“It’s alright baby. I know you won’t do it again.” Two-Bit kissed your head before putting his hands on your stomach.

“I can’t wait to find it the gender of the baby.” He smiled at you.

“Me too. I’m excited to have you by my side.” You smiled back. You felt much better knowing that Two-Bit forgave you and he was going to be there with you throughout the whole pregnancy.

For months, Two-Bit was excited more than you were whenever you guys started buying baby clothes and baby supplies. He even made sure you ate well and his favorite part was getting to feel the baby kick.

He even made small talk to your stomach whenever it got bigger. It made you rolled your eyes whenever he did that.

Two-Bit was nice enough to set up a baby crib for your baby and buy Mickey Mouse blankets, stuffed animals of Mickey and Minnie and even a Mickey Mouse pj set.

“Two-Bit, do you really think that the baby is going to like Mickey Mouse?” You joked.

“Of course y/n, they’re gonna to love Mickey Mouse as much as I do!” Two-Bit said.

You decided to break the news to Sodapop after three months of being pregnant. You were nervous and you had Two-Bit by your side by telling Sodapop that the child was his and not Two-Bit’s.

After you broke the news to Sodapop, he suddenly turned bright red, especially even more knowing about Two-Bit finding out that you two slept together behind his back. He was surprised that Two-Bit hasn’t knocked his teeth out yet for getting you pregnant. His eyes wided as he looked at your stomach.

“Im going to be a dad?” Sodapop said in shock as his emotions felt with happiness. He just couldn’t believe he was going to be father at a young age but he was happy knowing that he got the love of his life pregnant by accident aka you and was expecting a child.

“Yes Coca-Cola. It may be your blood child but Y/N is still gonna be with me regardless.” Two-Bit warn him.

Sodapop knew he did a bad thing by sleeping with you and getting you pregnant behind Two-Bit’s back. He felt really bad also.

“I know man and I’m sorry. Let this be a lesson for us? No hard feelings? Also, I just can’t believe I’m expecting my first child already.” Sodapop shyly said.

“I know, I can’t wait for the baby to arrive.” Two-Bit grinned.

You told Sodapop that you would make sure that he would be in your child’s life since he was the father and he would get to spend time with your child and make it equal days/time between you two.

You and Two-Bit also broke the news to the gang. Everyone was happy for you and they were understanding about it but Darry and Ponyboy looked really disappointed in you and Sodapop as you expected but it didn’t last for long.

“I can’t wait for my niece/nephew to be born!” Darry said one day as he hugged you happily.

“I can’t wait to met him or her! I can’t believe I’m an uncle!” Ponyboy said happily.

“We’re both gonna be uncles!!” Darry said as he happily shook Ponyboy by the shoulders.

Weeks later, you got an ultrasound and you and Two-Bit were excited to found that the gender of the baby was a girl.

“We’re having a baby girl.” You softly said to Two-Bit as you held his hand.

“I can’t wait to take care two of my princesses.” Two-Bit said as he kissed you on the cheek.

A few months later, you were just about to leave your house to go to the library to check out a few books when all the sudden, you felt your water broke.

Oh no... you thought. The baby was coming...

You knew that Two-Bit always told you that he would rush to you no matter what day or time it was so he could take you the hospital whenever your water broke.

You called Two-Bit on the house phone. Your parents were at work and they were still disappointed in you ever since you announced to them that you were pregnant. They knew they were going to have to get over the disappointment.

“Hey Two-Bit. My water broke.” You groan as you held on your stomach. “Please come quick.”

“Yeah y/n don’t worry baby, I’m not that far. I’ll see you in a bit.” Two-Bit quickly said and he hung up.

As Two-Bit said, he arrived shortly and he took you to the nearest hospital.

You held on tightly to Two-Bit’s hand while giving birth so hard that he thought you broke it by now.

“You’re doing good y/n, keep pushing baby.” Two-Bit words were so smoothing to you that it helped with the pain you were going through and gave you strength to push.

After hours and hours of labor, you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl.

“She’s so beautiful just like you y/n.” Two-Bit got emotional as he held your daughter in his arms.

“She truly is.” You smiled happily as you watched Two-Bit hold your daughter as he kissed her on the forehead.

#two bit imagine #sodapop curtis imagine #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders imagine #steve randle imagine #ponyboy curtis imagine #dallas winston imagine #darry curtis imagine #sodapop x reader #two bit x reader

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blainebigbang · 5 years ago

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Blaine Big Bang 2020: Posting Schedule

It’s finally here!

Tomorrow kicks off the Blaine Big Bang 2020!

Every other day, throughout the month of February, Blaine fans will be greeted with a new 25K+ fic of Blainey goodness from our 16 amazing authors and artists! Congrats to our participants!

Please see below the cut for the complete schedule:

February 1st - take my picture now (shake it 'til you see it) Author: Civillove Artist: Kanversrph Blaine likes to call this part of his life as being 'the flavor of the month'. While he enjoys being a successful model, he feels like the industry keeps taking little pieces of him. When he meets Sebastian, a nature photographer, he feels like he might get those pieces back.

February 3rd - Nothing Can Keep Us Apart Author: TeddysHoney Artist: Riverance Blaine is a Prince whose father was killed by King Burt's army. Blaine lives with his mother near King Burt's castle. One day, Prince Kurt sees him drawing water, and Kurt sneaks into the village to meet Blaine. They see one another in secret for a while. A war begins, however, and Blaine must go and fight. Kurt looks for him every day, waiting for him to return. He has no idea that Blaine has been captured by the enemy or that he's waiting for his brother to help him escape certain death. Once the war is over, Burt decides it is time for Kurt to find a mate. No one is good enough in Kurt's eyes, however. After realizing that Blaine may not be coming home and a pleasant evening spent in the arms of another man, Kurt sneaks off into the woods to cry, convinced he'll have to marry someone else and that Blaine is dead. Blaine surprises him in the forest, and, having convinces an indebted priest to marry them, the two are wed. Instead of returning to the castle, however, they decide to fend for themselves in the lawless forests surrounding the kingdoms. February 5th - Ships That Pass In The Night Author: Delightful_Fear Artist: JudeAraya Blaine has a great life, with people packing into his piano bar six nights a week as they sail to some of the most beautiful places in the world. He’s not lacking for beautiful men to share his bed either. Why would meeting the aloof counter-tenor in a touring Broadway group change anything?

February 7th - Life in Repair Author: Room108 Artist: SeblaineAddict In the wake of his most recent break-up with Kurt, Blaine returns home to Lima to lick his wounds and reclaim some measure of happiness. An unexpected opportunity to travel to Thailand with former friend (and sometimes nemesis) Sebastian Smythe, proves to be just the salve he needs. As their bond strengthens through the ups and downs of life on the road, Sebastian and Blaine revisit their lingering spark from high school and must decide whether it’s worth re-igniting or if it will be snuffed out for good.

February 9th - Bicycle Patrol Unit Author: Carmelcoffeeaddict Artist: Lallagoglee When NYPD bicycle cop, Blaine Anderson, begins to fall for Kurt Hummel - the gorgeous man that he first notices jogging through the park during Blaine's patrol - it causes a rift between him and his patrol partner, Sebastian Smythe.

February 11th - The Silver-Scaled Mark Author: Jayhawkwrites Artist: Michaelscribbles Blaine is a half-elf living in a town of full-blooded elves. He doesn’t fit in and is bullied almost daily for his heritage. One day Blaine finds solace in the library and later finds a book that talks about the magic in his world. He is drawn to it and wants to learn all he can. After Blaine has consumed all of the books in his town, he goes off to college to become a wizard so that he can help protect those that are not able to adequately defend themselves. Once he has graduated, he finds that he and several companions are part of a prophecy that will help unite the races in his world. February 13th - Out of the Blue Author: Lilyvandersteen Artist: Redheadgleek Kurt organises a fake wedding for Brittana to get presents from random billionaires. Cooper is one of those invited, and he shows up with his brother in tow. Sparks fly, but not of the good kind. Enemies to lovers, anyone? With a slight Pride and Prejudice vibe?

February 15th - Let It Be Me Author: Darriness Artist: Usurix It's been three years since Blaine fell in love with Kurt but between college, jobs, social lives, and parenting his twelve-year-old sister, can Blaine manage it all?

February 17th - Wouldn't Change A Thing Author: Slaydiest Artist: Datshitrandom One the eve of his junior year at Dalton, Blaine’s dad kicks him out of the house, dumping him at the bus stop, cutting him off, and leaving him homeless. This is the story of how he survives, meets Kurt, and ultimately triumphs. February 19th - Here You Come Again Author: Kaianieves Artist: Kanversrph It's senior for Blaine, and just when things should be falling into place, he finds them falling apart. He's got a crush- hopefully nothing more than that- on his best friend, and a dance that he would rather do anything other than plan. Blaine's conflicted- should he sit out, be miserable and hope that this year passes by in a blur? Or should he embrace it, enjoy it and maybe even shoot his shot? February 21st - A Very Seblaine Christmas Author: MrsTotten Artist: SeblaineAddict Blaine loves his family and friends, he really does. But after a bad break up they just won’t leave him alone it doesn’t matter that everything else is going great, everyone is fixated on whether he is finally dating again. None of this is helped by his ex fiancé proposing to his new boyfriend at top of the rock and now all anyone can focus on is blaine love life or lack thereof. And now he’s heading home for the holidays. A whole week of crazy family, new directioners and so he tells a tiny white lie, that his new boyfriend his joining him for Christmas. Whilst waiting on a delayed flight and trying to figure out how to break the truth to everyone he bumps into the last person he expected to see, the flirty, charming green eyed ex warbler who was always able to find a way under his skin. Over a whiskey and a catch up an idea forms and Sebastian agrees to be his fake date for the holidays. But as Sebastian finds himself engulfed in the warm, happy madness of Blaine’s family and friends and warbler reunions, Blaine starts to see a new side to his old friends and as ex boyfriends, meddling friends and well meaning family start to get involved. This fake relationship could end up being the most real thing these crazy boys have.

February 23rd - broken glass sparkling Author: Merengs Artist: Purpleyin A year abroad. A chance to get away, put on hold all the issues he still needs to resolve and maybe find the bits of himself he thinks he’s lost. So Blaine takes it. February 25th - It's Not Easy (Being Stuck With Me Tonight) Author: Xhorizen Artist: Thegreatgothamrewatch Blaine had the perfect life – He was married to the man of his dreams, they lived with their best friend in the greatest city in the world, and he had everything he had ever dreamed of. Never mind the crippling depression and anxiety he dealt with each day he failed to book a job, and the lack of happiness he had in his marriage. One night, everything gets turned upside down and everything Blaine thought he knew was gone. How will he manage to pick up the pieces and try to make sense of his life again? February 27th - Is There a Twelve Step Just For You? Author: Thenameisbritney Artist: Datshitrandom "He was still the same short, nerdy Blaine Anderson he’d always been. An easy target for school bullies everywhere. Kurt was the popular co-captain of the Cheerio’s, looking down on his kingdom like a fair but firm ruler. No one was on his level, certainly not a peasant like Blaine." Or Blaine tries to tell Kurt that he has a crush on him but accidentally ends up asking for a makeover instead. Oh, dear. February 29th - The Dalton Military Academy Warblers Author: Julia3132 Artist: CinnamonT Blaine Anderson is 2nd son of richest man in the world Winston Anderson. A devastating injury brought him back to Ohio where he disappeared into the family's massive estate. Society doesn't see him again until 2 years later, when after the death of Winston, he shows up at Dalton Military Academy, a place he is totally unsuited for. Sebastian Smythe is Captain of Dalton’s elite 1st Squadron and everything Blaine wants to be…dashing, debonair, comfortable in his own skin. A real James Bond. What Blaine doesn’t know is Sebastian is actually a member of the secret organization and Blaine is his mission...Find out the truth behind Blaine's arrival at Dalton and determine whether or not it has anything to do with his father's unexpected death. March 2nd - Love, Blaine Author: Gleefuldarrencrissfan Artist: Klainiac Blaine Anderson is a typical teenager. Except he’s not because he’s hiding a huge secret. He’s gay. But after reading a confession on the informal Dalton blog, he discovers that he’s not the only closeted boy at Dalton. After a moment of courage, he emails him and ultimately starts up a friendship that will change life as he knows it. Loosely based on the movie Love, Simon.

#Blaine Big Bang 2020 #BBB 2020 #BBB 2020 Posting Schedule #Blaine Anderson #glee fic

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peculiar-sunshine · 5 years ago

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Forgetting How to Feel Part 2 (Sodapop Curtis x Reader)

Hi gang! So a while ago, I wrote a Soda fanfic, and I said that I would write a part 2 for it if anyone wanted. Well...no one asked for it. But fuck it, ya girl is still gonna do it anyway! Enjoy!

Link to Part 1 right here 💕

TRIGGER WARNING: strong language, alcohol use, and suicidal tendencies

Lying in bed that night, Sodapop craned his neck up to look at the clock on the bedside table, trying his best not to wake Ponyboy.

2:37 AM? He thought to himself, slumping back down on the pillow. Dammit. I can’t fucking sleep.

He couldn’t get the memory of breaking up with you earlier that day out of his head. He kept replaying the image of your eyes welling up with tears, the way the happiness in them seemed to fade away like the sun falling below the horizon. He could still feel the well-deserved sting of your hand slapping his cheek, and the pain that yanked at his heartstrings as he watched you race off down the street. He had hurt you something awful, he knew he did.

But the thing is, he didn’t exactly know why. He wasn’t sure why in the hell he said that he was still in love with Sandy. In fact, he didn’t even care at all about her anymore…right? Sure, he still thought about her every once in a while, about how her life was now and if she and the kid were getting along okay, but that didn’t mean he wanted her back. Did it? After all, she was the one who broke his heart. She was the lying little whore who spread her legs for some other man and then took off without saying goodbye, not him. So why did he still get such a lousy feeling when he thought of how she used to bury her face in his shoulder when she’d let out that adorable little laugh of hers?

As he pondered over this, he suddenly heard someone banging furiously on the front door.

Jesus, who the hell could that be at this time of night? He though, slowly getting up and walking to the living room.

He opened the door and in stumbled a noticeably drunk Two Bit, his car parked haphazardly in the driveway.

“S-Soda…” he slurred, “listen, man. I took Y/N to a party at Buck’s tonight…and, uh, she…she…”

“Well c’mon, spit it out, Two.” Soda said.

“Y/N went…missing.”

“WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN Y/N WENT MISSING?!”

A few seconds later, Darry and Ponyboy ran in to the living room, sleepy-eyed and confused.

“Who in the hell is doing all that hollering in here and waking us all up?” Darry questioned, grumbling like a bear fresh out of hibernation.

“I dunno…” Two said, turning back to Soda. “Y/N and I got some booze from the s-store, she was real hurt over you, man. And after we drank it all we decided…to go to Buck’s and see if Dally was there…but we stayed ‘cause there was a party going on…and I remember talking to a pretty little broad a-and seeing Y/N talking to some guy and having a few drinks…but the next thing I knew, I couldn’t find her. I didn’t…I didn’t know what to do, so I came here. Look, I-I’m real sorry.”

“Oh my god.” Soda said, horrified.

“Pony, go get dressed,” Darry instructed, “She could be in a lot of trouble. We’ve got to go out and find her, now.”

***

After driving to damn near every sleazy joint in Tulsa that was still open at this time of night, Sodapop was about ready to call off the search and go straight to the police. But he knew better than to get the cops involved, those bastards couldn’t give a shit less about greasers or their girls. He could just see it now: some pudgy, bald officer—probably the father of one of the Socs—conducting a feeble search of the neighborhood before scolding him and Two Bit—now passed out in the passenger’s seat—for being no good hoods and allowing Y/N to get lost. He would say that she probably deserved it, though. She ought to have more respect for herself because a good girl wouldn’t get herself into that kind of trouble, no sir, not at all.

By this time, he had driven clear out to the edge of town, to the giant bridge crossing over the Arkansas River. It was pitch black out and Soda could barely see beyond the headlights, but he could just barely make out a figure perched on top of the guardrails a short distance ahead. It was swaying back and forth, almost ready to fall off. As he got close enough to shine the headlights on it, his stomach gave a violent jump.

“Y/N, get down from there right now!” he screamed, leaping out of the car and running towards you.

Your brain was swimming around in your head as you chugged the last half of the bottle of cheap wine you were holding and chucked it into the river below. You heard a familiar far-away voice say your name, but all you could focus on was the rushing water, wanting desperately to drown in it for some reason.

“Y/N what the hell are you doing? Get down!” Soda grabbed you by the arm and pulled you down off the guardrail, causing you to tumble onto the concrete road.

“Hey, l-leave me alone, you asshole,” you slurred, struggling to get to your feet and standing back up on the guardrail. “I w-wanna jump off of here and fly! Fly far, far awaaaaay!”

You wobbled forward and your foot slipped, causing you to almost fall off the bridge. Luckily, Soda caught you by the waist just in time, which sent you into gales of laughter. He pulled you back over the guardrail and carried you back to the car, his heart pounding.

***

You woke up the next morning to the sun shining in your eyes through the blinds on the window. Your head throbbed like you had just been hit with a sledgehammer and your stomach felt sour. You didn’t recognize your surroundings at first, but once you realized that the chest you were cuddled up to belonged to a certain shirtless movie-star handsome greaser, you felt confused as hell.

The last thing you could remember from last night was going to Bucks with Two Bit with a broken heart and a purpose. So how the hell did you end up here, in your now ex-boyfriend’s bed? Did your stupid drunk ass walk here in the middle of the night to try and win him back? Oh god, did you sleep with him?

You fought the urge to throw up when Sodapop opened his eyes, giving you that adorable half-smile of his. “Morning, doll, how ya feeling?”

You wanted nothing more than to bolt out the door and run back home. You quickly sat up, but instantly regretted it as the room started to spin.

“Whoa, baby, take it easy.” he cooed, wrapping his arms around you and gently pulling you back down. Your brain felt like it was about to burst out of your skull, so you sighed and gave in to him.

“Soda, did we have sex?” you finally asked.

“What?” he replied incredulously, “no, of course not. I would never do that to you, not while you’re drunk.”

“So…how did I end up here then?”

“Two Bit came here around like three in the morning, all drunk off his ass. He said y’all went to a party at Bucks and you went missing. We drove around looking for you and found you all the way out on that bridge by the river. You were about to jump off.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. You know, you scared the ever-living hell out of me, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose you forever.”

“Oh you did, did you? Well guess what, you already did when you fucking dumped me for Sandy, you dick face. I meant it when I said I don’t ever wanna see you again. I’m out of here.”

You launched yourself out of the bed—despite the protests from your head and stomach—and made your way to the door. Sodapop did the same, but just as you reached for the doorknob, he threw his body in front of it.

“Y/N, wait.” he said, grabbing you by your shoulders.

“Let me go!” you demanded.

“Please just hear me out, baby.”

“I said let me go, and don’t call me ‘baby.’”

“I’m not letting you leave until you listen to what I have to say.”

“Oh my god, fine. But it better be good.”

You plopped back down on the bed and crossed your arms. Soda sat down next to you, and you scooted away, earning an anguished sigh from him.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t blame you for being upset. You have every right to be. I hurt you real bad, I know I did. And I’m so sorry. I was a complete jerk to your, and I can’t say sorry enough. But listen. Last night, when Two said you were gone, I…it’s like…my heart stopped beating. It felt like someone just tore my chest open and ripped it right out. Right away I started thinking, ‘oh my god, what if something bad happened to her? What if one of the Socs got her? What if she’s lying in a ditch somewhere or been kidnapped or something?’ I never felt more terrified in my life, not even when my parents died. But when I saw you standing on top of the guardrail about to jump off, I swear to god I felt my soul leave my body. That sounds corny as hell, but goddammit that’s what it felt like. It’s like I forgot how to breathe all of a sudden. And then I started thinking about if you actually jumped, if you actually…died.”

At this, he did something completely unexpected: he started to cry.

For as long as you had known him, you had never seen Sodapop Curtis shed a tear, not even when Sandy left him. He was too tuff to cry, or so you thought. But seeing him, with his head in his hands and sobs racking his body…it spoke volumes. You soon felt tears stinging your eyes also.

“I did a lot of thinking last night while you were laying her with me.” he finally said once he calmed down enough to speak again. “I don’t love Sandy anymore. I don’t even really know that I ever did. And it’s not her that I miss, it’s the memories of all the good times I had with her. But that doesn’t matter to me anymore, because after all that happened last night, Y/N, I realized I don’t ever wanna live in a world without you in it. I want you here with me, always. I’m begging you, please give me another chance. I…I love you.”

Tears were now pouring down your cheeks like Niagara Falls. “You love me?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do. And I’m ashamed that it took me this long to realize it.”

“Oh, Soda.” you flung yourself onto his lap and wrapped your arms tightly around him. You pressed your lips against his and he scooped you up in his arms, internally jumping for joy.

“Be my girl again?” he asked in between breaths.

“Of course.” you smiled.

After a very lengthy make-out session, Soda laid you down on the bed and cuddled up to you, stroking your hair until you both fell back asleep.

#The Outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #Sodapop Curtis #soda x reader #s. e. hinton #Ponyboy Curtis #darry curtis #two bit mathews #romance #this story is lowkey trash #but that's okay because I had fun writing it

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tasteslikepepsicola · 5 years ago

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Somebody Else (Sodapop Curtis x Reader Part 5)

Part 4 - please read this before continuing

It all comes down to this, chemistry is chemistry. Soulmates, no matter how hard they fight it, are soulmates. At this turning point in the series, Y/N must face her feelings for both Sodapop and Steve.

Word Count: 1,400+

Warnings: none except (SPOILER: *slight cheating*)

Authors Note: I can’t express how much the support on this series has meant to me. I know this isn’t a super huge fandom the way others are, but I think this community is one of the most supportive and amazing out there. I am so thankful for this series for allowing me to escape from reality and live vicariously through these characters, and I really hope its allowed you to do the same. There will be one more part after this, as of right now, but I’m already emotional about no longer writing for these characters and this storyline. (I will continue to write for the outsiders, but most likely not with this storyline after the next part.) I’m sorry this took so long to put out, school has just been keeping me really busy lately. I love you all so much, and it would mean the world to me if you could leave a note and share <3 you’re amazing. Thank you. Hope you love it as much as I do.

A week had passed since the party, and Y/N had seemingly spent every waking minute with Steve. The gang joked that they were attached at the hip. Funnily enough, when Steve and Y/N were around, Sodapop seemed to never be.

They were always touching in some way, Steve held his arm around her, or placed his hand on the small of her back, or she held his hand, tightening her grip every now and then, her way of telling him she loved him without having to vocalize it.

Although she didn’t realize until much later, that physical contact must have been her clinging to what she knew could be lost in an instant, a superficial love.

One particular night, the gang had decided to all meet up at the Curtis’ house to watch a movie.

“I don’t think we should,” Y/N tried to reason one more time as they were walking out the door.

“It will be fine, Y/N, I’m sure Sodapop won’t even be there.” Steve tried to sooth her worries.

“And if he is?” she inquired.

“He’s a big boy, I think he can tolerate our presence for one night.” he quipped.

Y/N didn’t want to start an argument, so with a sick feeling in her stomach, she let Steve lead her to his car.

The drive over was agonizing. Y/N shivered remembering the last night the whole gang was together, doing their usual thing, watching a movie and chatting, until-

“Y/N!” Steve announced loudly.

She shook her head to rid her mind of the troubled thoughts. “What- uh sorry, what?” she stuttered.

“We’re here. I was trying to get your attention for a while. Everything alright babe?”

He truly was not good at picking up her signals. Sometimes she just wished he could understand her the way Sodapop had.

“I- no, it’s fine. Let’s go, we’re already late.”

She didn’t wait for him to open her door, she did it herself and dashed up the stairs. He slowly approached her from behind, the two of them staring at the door. Y/N stood their with her arms crossed.

“Should we knock?” she asked.

“No,” he shook his head, “I mean- it’s Sod- uh, the Curtis’ house, we don’t have to knock, right?”

Before they could decide, Dallas thundered up the stairs behind them.

“Hey lovebirds!” he cried. Greeting Steve and pulling Y/N into a strong embrace.

“I’ve missed you guys, where you been?” he asked.

“Oh you know, here and there.” Y/N stated.

“We were at a party last week, Dallas? You stupid or something? Or did you just get out of the cooler again?” Steve teased.

“Watch your mouth, man.” he joked.

Again, another thundering boom of someone coming up the steps behind them. This time it was Two-Bit and Johnny.

They exchanged hellos before Two-Bit finally said, “What are we still doing out here for?” and opening up the door and walking straight in with no hesitation.

The rest of the gang followed, and were greeted with a smiling Ponyboy and Darry.

No Sodapop, then. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief. At least now she could try to enjoy her night.

*****

Y/N sat curled up on Steves lap, sharing a blanket. The rest of the gang was spread out across the room, filling up the couch and floor.

“I’ll be right back,” Y/N kissed Steve on the cheek, and climbed her way off the couch, making her way to the bathroom.

She turned the corner and walked down the hallway, and stood outside the bathroom door for a minute. She was about to go in when she stopped her hand from turning the knob. A part of her wanted to, no- needed to just take a peak in Sodapop’s room. She would be quick, no one would even notice she was gone. She just wanted to smell his familiar scent that lingered on his things. She wanted to feel close to him, even artificially, just for a second.

She entered the room with the single bed, bookshelves full of Ponyboy’s favorite novels, and the nightstand and dresser Sodapop filled with little nick nacks. She inspected the small tokens of memories that lay scattered along the dresser’s surface. She turned over a coin from an arcade, rolled the small model car around for a second, until her gaze stopped on a small black box. She wanted nothing more than to open it up and see what was inside, and maybe she might have, had she not been interrupted.

“So you’re stalking me now, then?” The handsome greaser leaned up against the doorway, watching amused.

Y/N jumped back a bit. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to know you’re a lot more nosy then I remember.” he quipped.

Y/N sighed, before making her way to the doorway, wanting nothing more than to go back to watching the movie and cuddling with Steve.

“Excuse me, you’re in my way.” she crossed her arms, feigning annoyance.

“Am I?” He gently placed a hand on her arm, moving himself out of her way.

“Well I apologize.” he said sarcastically.

She scowled, beginning to walk away, deep down wishing he would follow after her.

Just ask me to stay. Don’t let me walk away again. She thought to herself.

“Y/N.”

She stopped in her tracks, turning around immediately, hope in her eyes.

And, devastatingly, he looked at her with that same look, his eyes begging her to stay.

“Can we just... talk?” he almost whispered his voice was so soft.

Wordlessly, Y/N stepped back into his room, taking a seat awkwardly on the bed. She stared back at him, waiting for him to say something.

“I don’t really know what to say…” he trailed off.

“Well, you wanted to talk, so talk.” she didn’t hide the annoyance in her voice.

Yes, she wanted to talk, of course she did, how could she not? But how could she not still be mad? After everything he put her through the past few weeks, she couldn’t pretend everything was fine.

“Okay, I miss you.” he says.

“What?” Y/N looked up at him, softening her expression, suddenly losing all sense of anger, tearing down the wall she had tried putting up. She was stupid to think Sodapop wouldn’t see right through her. They both knew at the end of the day, they needed each other.

“Please, just tell me you miss me too.” his voice breaks. “God- just lie to me, please. I can’t keep living like this.” he leaned against the wall, tossing his head back.

“Of course I miss you Sodapop, it kills me that I don’t get to see you.” her voice gets louder, frustration building. “Do you think now that I’m with Steve I just forgot about you? That I don’t still see you when I close my eyes at night and I can’t sleep?” tears welled in her eyes.

“I loved you and just disappeared from my life.” she said meekly.

“I couldn’t stay.”

“Where were you?”

“Anywhere you weren’t.”

“Why? Why did you just abandon me?”

“Because, Y/N.” he moved his arms dramatically, the way he always did when upset.

“Why?” she was almost yelling, no longer caring if anyone could hear them.

“Because I still love you. And I can’t bare to see you with somebody else.”

Silence. Neither moved. Until finally, Y/N made her way over to the moviestar handsome boy, placing her hands on both sides of his face, and connecting their lips.

Fireworks.

A fire set ablaze.

An explosion big enough to destroy all of Tulsa.

There was no way to describe the kiss other than life ruining, life saving, catastrophic, beautiful, and true.

He immediately reciprocated. The spark they had been fighting so long was lit ablaze, they were burning up, their flames consuming each other and everything around them.

He held her up as her knees buckled, too overwhelmed by emotion to even stand on her own two feet. Their lips didn’t disconnect for a second, it was like they were living in their own universe. One where they needed to stay like this forever to survive, one where life without the other didn’t exist.

Y/N’s head spun as she finally had to pull away.

“I need to go,” she whispered.

“Please don’t leave. I can’t lose you again.” Sodapop begged.

“You never could.” she grabbed his hand.

She placed her forehead against his, murmuring, “I love you.”

“I love you, always.” he replied.

“Always,” she said, before walking away one last time.

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hpdabbles · 5 years ago

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Darry and “Well, /you/ weren’t who I was expecting.” please!

“But why do I have to do this?” Harry whines trailing behind Sirius who was fussing over the cuffs of his jacket suit for the fifth time. A few months ago, he would have never thought about whining too much with a guardian but ever since his Godfather crash into his life, screeching and forming around the mouth like his animagus form, a lot has changed for the young boy.

“Because, despite the fact I hate it too, this is a very important tradition in pureblood culture.” Sirius huffs. Once the older man gets his cuffs to settle he is twirling around to look over Harry’s outfit. He shakes his head, reaching forward to fix the collar until the Potter Family Chest is visible. It is adjusted to the Black Family Chest on the other side of Harry’s collar.

It feels awful like dog tags to identify who owns him.

“If we follow the traditions, at least the less supremest ones, we can find some allies. We need allies.” Sirius continues taking a step back. His face is twisted as if the words disgust him deeply which cracks a smile out of Harry. “All we have to do is show up. I’m not going to allow you to be trap in a stupid contract.”

Harry raises a brow. “You can stop them?”

“I’m the Head of the Noble and Ancient House of Black. There is very little I can do with that title.”

“Then why do we even need allies?”

Sirius sighs bending down so his eyes are at Harry’s eye level. It makes the boy aware of his small stature but in a good way. Almost all his life he had people looking down at him: his uncle, his aunt, his cousin and everyone in the neighborhood who believed he was no good.

Harry, in their eyes, was nothing but a mistake at best and a monster at worst.

Not Sirius. He always made an effort to look Harry on even grounds asking for his opinion and his thoughts acting like they mattered. With him, Harry felt like any other nine-year-old kid.

“We need allies because no man can do everything by himself. My title holds a lot of power but people are still wary of me, a lot of them truly believe I betrayed your parents and that I’m a Death Eater.” Sirius says gently but there is an undertone of frosty rage. It may be a little odd to notice things like that but Harry always used to look for the undertone in conversations. You never know what could set off Vernon. You had to watch out for the signs. “They think I paid my way out of Azkaban.”

“But you did pay you way out of Azkaban” Harry didn’t mean to point that out but the words came tumbling out of his mouth. It’s always been a problem for him quick like his fiery temper.

Sirius’ smile is proud like somehow Harry pleased him. It’s like mischief is what he strives on, happy to see it in any form. His godfather is weird like that “I’ll have you know I only persuaded a guard with a bit of gold to see if he could find the record of my trial. He’s the one that realizes there wasn’t a trial and brought it to the attention of the higher-ups. Very different brat.”

Harry attempts to make a doubtful face but the way Sirius is wagging his eyebrows has him giggling instead. His godfather grins, reaching out to rough up his hair and Harry actually leans into the touch.

“Now come. We have a ball to get to and it’s not proper to be late.” Sirius rolls his eyes voice turning to mock towards the end as he straightening up to his full height. He adjusts his top hat making his long wavy hair spill over to touch his shoulders.

Harry finds it weird that wizards dress in robes and Sirius is apparently rebellious for being in victorian era outfits even if they are still considered formal. As long as they are accepted it’s all fine.

His Godfather tilts his head walking the special way he taught Harry to step, graceful and no wasted effort.

You must walk as if though you are gliding. People can spot those without proper manners a mile away. You must learn to be graceful and walk with the importance of someone of your standing, Harry.

It took him a while but he learned how to be half as elegant as Sirius. There were still some days where he fell back into his old habits- shoulder’s slouching, steps too quick and pressing on his toes instead of his heels- but he likes to think he was getting better.

“A Potential Marriage Ball, where everyone tries to marry up. Oh, the joys of purebloods.” Sirius sighs shaking his head. Harry stumbles over his dress shoes- having dressed in a victorian fashion as well but with green color, theme compares to the red of his guardian- which makes him glare at the almost thoughtless way the older man walks.

It’s not thoughtless, it’s a lot of work!

“Is Mr. Lupin going to be there as your potential marriage?” Harry asks innocently just to watch his godfather trip over his graceful legs. He giggles again when Sirius attempts to fight off the blush as he pretends he doesn’t have a crush on Moony.

Harry thinks it’s stupid. Everyone with eyes can tell and that’s coming from him, who admits that he can be rather dense.

“Why don’t we drive around your old school and make people jealous of our money tomorrow? We can rent the most expensive limo and have the windows down.” Sirius suggests clearing his throat. Harry perks up. He loves it when he can rub it into all those peoples faces that now Harry was much better then they are.

He also recognizes it as a distraction from the conversation but takes the bait anyway. “Can we buy ice-cream too?”

“Sure.”

The ball is supposed to be his formal introduction to the Wizarding world. Harry has been with Sirus for months but he has been kept out of the public eye only being allowed one guest, Remus Lupin, to visit him.

Sirius had wanted to get them both comfortable around each other and prepare Harry for his fame and role as the Boy Who Lived. It still boggles his mind that he’s famous.

The ball when they walk in is the most magical thing he’s ever seen. The ballroom is lightened with flouting candles, all that hover around the top of the room near a sparkling glass chandelier. The light bounces off the glass through sparks along the walls.

The entrance is at the top of stairs, which gives the whole view of the room, and everything is a level lower, spreading out into a wide dance floor of marble. There seem to be house elves walking around offering floating trays to guests, while classical music plays but he can’t see any bands. He doubts the high-class wizard world has speakers so the music must be a charm.

People are waltzing near the big windows in the far back while on the right side tables are set up. To the left, the area is reserved for conversating. Harry can see kids in all these but even they move more gracefully then Harry.

He swallows a gulp.

All-around him people in expensive robes and dresses mingle, some with shimmering jewelry and others in makeup. Harry personally thinks most of the men with makeup have nothing on Sirius’s eyeliner and red lipstick.

Padfoot is the most attractive male in the room, and he walks down the stairs well aware of it. Harry hurries behind him, aware of multiple stares after the little house elf shouts “The Head of the Noble and Ancient House of Black with his Heir have arrived. Presenting Lord Sirius Black and Heir Harry Potter”

“Remember your lessons,” Sirius whispers to him while they move down the wide stairway. “Try to not offend anyone but don’t let them walk all over you. Please dance with one person before the night ends. And remember, I love you no matter what.”

“I love you too.”

As soon as they make it to the bottom of the stairs Sirus is surrounded by people who wish to say hello after so many years apart. His godfather greets them with a charming smile, easily sidestepping the pointed questions and passive-aggressive comments with ease. They crowd coo and aww over Harry congratulating him and staring at him like he’s a prize to be won. It makes him shiver.

Harry slips away the moment he sees an opening and makes his way to the other side of the room, ducking underneath dancing pairs until he can find a nice little nock in the windows sills to hide. He’s out of sight and unless people search for him deliberately no one will find him.

One useful skill he picked up from the Dursleys at least.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry slumps. The lessons that Sirus attempting to stuff in his head - walking, breathing, speaking, manners, traditions,- all flew from his head the moment he was surrounded. He no doubts just made it harder for them to get allies.

Sirius would have to do some serious damage control. He feels very ashamed of himself for making things harder for Padfoot when their situation is bad enough as it is.

They need allies, allies with influence because of the Ministry. They have been in waiting to look for any reason, any hint, of Sirius, messing up and dragging him back to Azkaban or at the very less take Harry away from him.

Neither wanted this, but they needed the backing of powerful families should it does come to a legal battle. And now, because of him, there may have gone any help they could get.

Harry feels tears prick at his eyes suddenly filled with dread that he may have to go back to the Dursleys. He’s doesn’t want to go back. Please don’t make him go back. Don’t take Sirius away. Please please please, please-

“Well, you weren’t who I was expecting” A voice breaks through his haze of fear. Blicking through tears Harry sees a boy his age at the entrance of his little nook. He’s wearing grey robes, resembling liquid mercery, and a family crest on his collar tells Harry he’s an Heir. Of what family he’s not sure.

The boy is also really pretty. His hair is so fair it almost seems white, with pretty clear skin and storming grey eyes.

He’s looking Harry up and down. The pretty pureblood seems unimpressed “I didn’t think the Boy-Who-Lived would find my hiding place. Mother swore no one would know- hey are you okay?”

There is little space between them so when the boy raises his hand to wipe a trail of tears off Harry’s face, he steps into his personal bubble. This makes Harry stiffen. He likes it when Sirius or Remus touches him, but not when others- especially people he isn’t sure won’t hurt him - do it.

He doesn’t push him away, however, because he doesn’t want to make things worse for Sirius. And the boy is actually really nice, his eyes are soft with worry, almost like he cares. He’s seen some kids in school look like that with their friends but he’s never had someone he’s age do the same to him.

Harry feels more tears fill his eyes.

“Don’t cry.” The boy continues gently taking Harry’s hand. “Are you lost? I can help you find your way.”

“N-no” Harry hiccups frustrated with himself. “I’m fine.”

The boy stares a little more before one his thumbs run over Harry’s knuckles in a soothing motion. “Alright. You can stay. I’ll allow it. My names Draco Malfoy.”

“Ha-ary Po..tter” Harry gasps out through his hitching breath. Draco tugs his hand until they find a seat on the window shills, the large pillar keeping them out of sight.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Draco tells him still holding his hand and Harry smiles just a bit. “Do you like Quidditch?”

“A little. I play with my godfather sometimes. My favorite position is Seeker”

“Mine too.” Draco smiles please and the Harry swears the music must have timed it because at that moment it syncs up to play a light-hearted melody that fits the glow of his face. He can’t look away.

He squeezes the hand in his palm and is thrill by the squeeze he gets in return. Did he just make his first-ever friend?

For the rest of the evening, Draco and Harry talk about things the boys like and the hours’ tick by. They eventually switch to games, verbal ones and ones they can play with their hands - Draco is determined to win at rock, paper, scissors even though Harry refuses to let him add in Wand because it’s too powerful- and the fear he felt at the began chips away.

Eventually, a woman appears at their hiding place with a very put upon frown. Draco twists his head up from where he’s attempting to do a handstand with Harry holding his knees to his chest to give him room. He claims he could do it and Harry had called his bluff.

“Mother!” The Malfoy blurts tumbling forward with a blush. “I was ugh that’s to say-I’m. This…this is Harry Potter! Harry this is my mother.”

“It’s very lovely to meet you, ma’am,” Harry says remembering to wave his wrist in a slight twirl like Sirius told him to do when meeting female purebloods. Once he’s older, he’s supposed to kiss their hands. He thinks….or was it the other way around?

She gives them both a long look before her face clears. “It’s lovely to meet you as well Mr. Potter. Draco, darling, you have yet to dance and the night is almost full.”

Draco flushes more looking down at his feet as if though he’s been scowled but Harry had picked up the amuse undertones in her voice. She’s not angry at her son, she’s just teasing. Still, he finds himself saying. “That’s my fault! I kept Draco here all night. I’m sorry,”

“It’s quite alright.” She says tilting her head. Harry doesn’t like the calculating look in her eye. “I assume this means your dance card is empty as well? Would you do Draco the honor of being your first partner? He’s quite the catch.”

“Mother!”

It takes a moment to remember what that means. He just stares up at her in confusion before he snaps. “Yes! Yes, it’s empty.”

He turns to the mortified Draco. Sirius did ask him to do one dance and he thinks it’s nice to dance with a friend instead of a stranger. “Do you want to dance with me?”

Draco’s whole face turns red. “Y-yes?”

Mrs. Malfoy makes a slight cooing noise before she ushers them out into the crowd. Harry pulls Draco’s hand until they are on the dance floor and they start a Walz. It’s a simple one since the Potter Heir hasn’t been taking lessons on this topic for long but Draco’s just as two left feet as him- the reason he hides at balls apparently- and they end up laughing through the whole thing.

Harry can’t stop staring at the prettiest boy he’s ever seen spin in the candlelight with a wide smile. Sirius throws him a thumbs up when Harry gestures at the Malfoy mouthing I made a friend! and the man looks genuinely pleased.

Somewhere he hears Mrs. Malfoy say. “Lucius go fetch the Pensieve. I must never forget this night!”

Harry whole-heartily agrees with her.

#Anonymous #dabblecentral #The Wrong Sort of First Meeting Starters meme #Darry #Fluff #MP Ball #Harry makes his first friend at age 9 #Draco gets his frist crush at age 9 #Sirius is doing his best #You need to network #Narcissa thinks it's plain adorable #Everyone trying to trap everyone in a engament #But is lowkey terrified of Sirus #Sirius is the jewel of the Ball #Background wolfstar #Raising Harry #Both boys can't dance #(Under a read more cause it got away from me)

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8osbabe · 5 years ago

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Okay, so you know how Curtis sisters stories always have her a the baby or between soda and pony? Could I request something where instead she's the oldest with a personality that is a mix of ponyboy and darry?

they must hate you.

you don’t blame them. you would hate yourself, too.

you haven’t seen your brothers in over a year and a half, and the bus ride to tulsa shouldn’t be as dreadful as it is.

your hometown is filled with so many ghosts, your breath hitches when you drive past the familiar welcome sign into the city.

when your parents died, all eyes were on you.

you were the oldest, and they were all leaning on you.

you frustratedly wipe away a tear with the back of your hand when you remember the way pony had looked at you after the funeral, his sad baby face flushed and his body tucked into the smallest black tux you’d ever seen,

“what are we going to do, (name)?”

and you didn’t answer, because you knew you couldn’t stay.

it had been a tough place to be in. your scholarship to college was a done deal, and you were a few months into your freshman year when it happened.

what were you supposed to have done? throw away a full ride to university, already paid for, to come home? you’d never be able to afford college for darry, even if all four of you started working to pay the bills.

this was your last shot. if you could finish college, you could get a real good job, one that paid well. it was the only way to protect your future, to protect them.

but darry never forgave you.

the last time you’d been home, three months or so after the crash, you’d come home to see a house full of almost-strangers.

darryl was a changed person. he’d always been your little brother, even though you were only a few years apart in age, but now he was a man.

you couldn’t stomach the dinner they’d made for you, knowing that it had been paid for by darry’s two jobs, sodapop’s full time job after quitting school.

all while you got to have a future.

you love all your brothers, but you used to be closest with darry. you’d sworn to each other that you’d fight tooth and nail to get out of this town, to pull your family out of poverty. —and you left him behind.

darry wasn’t the only one who felt betrayed.

ponyboy would hardly talk to you. he’d always been shy, but now he was just— distant. he didn’t ask you about college, and only deadpanned when you’d try to ask him about school.

sodapop was the only one who almost understood.

but sodapop had always been the family diplomat, he was a sweet kid, and he was always on everyone’s side.

but they were still your family.

when you’ve walked a half an hour or so from the station to the front gate of the house, you pause for a second, just staring.

with a sigh, you make your way up the front porch, knocking on the screen door.

they must not be used to visitors, because it takes them a while to answer.

finally, the screen door swings open, with darry on the other side.

“(name),” he says, with a half-hearted smile, and beckons you inside.

he never seems to stop growing. he’s been taller than you for a while, but even his face looks older, like he’s aged twenty years in a few months.

“welcome home. — i’ll help you with that.” he hugs you with one arm, picking up your duffel with the other.

you could have sworn it weighed a hundred pounds, but darry lifts it with ease, carrying it to the spare room down the hall.

you look around the living room, which looks just how you left it last time you’d been here. it was funny how some things never changed.

“—well if it isn’t the family genius,” sodapop appears from the kitchen with a smile, coming over to hug you tightly.

darry’s back in time to hear him, looking away as if he hadn’t.

soda corrects himself, as if realizing his poor choice of words. “—the family co-genius, alright, dar?”

darry hardly nods before disappearing into the kitchen to serve dinner.

“where’s pony?” you ask no one in particular.

“he’s, uh, sleeping in our room. he’ll be up soon, i’m sure.” you can tell he doesn’t feel good saying it, because you both know pony’s avoiding you.

you’re sitting at the dinner table later, absentmindedly looking through some recent photographs of moments you missed. you’re staring particularly at one of ponyboy holding up a track and field medal, wondering why exactly you hadn’t even known he liked to run.

darry sets down what looks like mac and cheese and an entire chocolate cake at the center of the table.

“ponyboy, dinner,” he calls out from outside his door.

the three of you are sat at the table when ponyboy emerges from his room, but he doesn’t look like he’s been sleeping.

“hey (name),” he says flatly as he approaches the table, as if he’d never even noticed you’d ever left.

you bite your lip. “hi pony. come sit beside me.”

he does, and starts to eat in silence.

when you look up to serve yourself dinner, you notice for the first time that none of it particularly healthy.

you don’t want to overstep, and you almost didn’t, but when soda gets up and brings himself back a beer from the fridge, you gape.

soda does quite get it. “oh, shoot, (name), did you also want a beer?”

you shake your head wordlessly, before looking at darry, your glare possibly more accusing than you mean it to be.

“—you let him drink beer? he’s sixteen.”

darry’s expression instantly darkens, but before he can even open his mouth to defend himself, you keep going.

“—and this food, jesus, dar, you can’t be feeding teenage boys this much junk. i mean, god, how much sugar does this have?” you poke at the cake’s frosting for emphasis.

darry only chuckles bitterly before dropping his fork.

“you think you can just waltz in here and tell us how it is?”

you slam your first down onto the table, the contempt and guilt you felt boiling in your blood.

“i am still apart of this family, darryl, whether you like it or not. i am their older sister and i want what’s best for them.”

he stands, his chair scraping against the hardwood as he does.

“and i don’t? you haven’t been acting like you’re apart of this family for a long time, so don’t you dare—,”

ponyboy stands up suddenly, storming back towards his room. darry is too busy with you to care.

when the door shuts behind him, soda steps in to mediate.

“stop, both of you. we’re not gonna play this game of who’s made the most sacrifices.”

you and darry take the moment to breathe and cool down.

“darry, you don’t get to brush off (name) just ‘cause she’s been at school for some time,” he starts. “—and (name) you don’t get to call all the shots around here just ‘cause you’re the oldest.”

you and darry exchange apologetic glances, but sodapop still looks frustrated.

“—now, if there aren’t any adults left around here, i’ll go talk to pony.”

“soda, wait,” you cut in. “let me talk to him. it’s about time i did.”

he looks at you for a moment before he nods, and you walks across the room to pony’s room, stepping in and quietly shutting the door behind you.

he’s sitting on the far corner of his bed, leaning against his headboard and writing into a notebook.

you sit on the edge of the bed and look at him, your baby brother.

“ponyboy, i’m so sorry,” you run a hand through your hair. “i shouldn’t have left like i did.”

“it’s alright. i had to learn to take care of myself, we all did.”

“no, ponyboy. i’m supposed to be the big sister,” you say and try not to let him see you cry.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t better at it until now.”

you reach forward to grab his hand and he squeezes it. you’re about to get up when he speaks again.

“will you— stay awhile?”

you smile at him, and lean back further on the bed, listening as he reads to you an excerpt from a poem he’s writing.

—

the next morning, you sit on the porch outside, watching as the remaining drops of last night’s rain drop off the roof.

you hear the screen door open and shut, and darry sits beside you.

“i owe you an apology, (name).”

he must see the surprised look on your face because he elaborates.

“i know you did what was best for us, in the end. and i know soda said we shouldn’t talk about the things we’ve given up, but you did sacrifice a lot. you made the decision that you thought was best, even if it meant losing us. me and the boys, we’ve had each other to lean on this past year, but you— you did it all by yourself, and let us blame you. i’m sorry.”

you shake your head.

“i’m sorry too, dar, for leaving for so long, and not coming back as much as i should. i shouldn’t have overstepped yesterday, but i felt so guilty leaving, that i wanted to do something. i overreacted. i don’t give you enough credit, dar, but it’s about time we did what we promised we would do.

we’re going to work together, okay? me and you. we’re going to make this better. for all of us.”

he looks away, so as not to let you see that his eyes are getting glassy, and it’s almost unsettling to see your strongest brother break down.

when he turns back around, he pulls you into a tight hug.

“you’re going to college someday, dar.”

“i promise.”

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis

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80smen · 6 years ago

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i wrote this ponyboy x reader imagine over 2 and a half years ago sooooo enjoy friends

Ponyboy + Reader One Shot

Please note:

• Y/N means your name

• Ponyboy is not a smoker in this story

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Summer Stars

You sit on the couch in the Curtis' living room while a movie plays on the TV. You don't know what movie it is, and you really don't care. You look at the clock.

2:26 a.m.

Ponyboy still isn't home.

You have no idea where the hell he went and why the hell he is out so late, but you are beyond worried. You are over at his house, like you are almost every single summer night, to sleep over. You got here around 10 p.m. like you usually do, let yourself in with the key under the mat (which was, might you mention, Ponyboy's brilliant idea) like you usually do, and Ponyboy waits on the couch for you to arrive like he usually does. But not this time.

You aren't dating him; you are just friends. Well, maybe friends with benefits. You always find yourself resting your head on his chest as you watch corny movies while he fiddles with your hair. And occasionally, you tease him a bit by hovering your lips over his, knowing how badly he wants to kiss you. But you never let him. You aren't sure exactly why you don't want to date him. Part of the reason is because you have been best friends with him ever since he dumped his grape juice on you in kindergarten, (which he recently told you that was his method of "flirting") and you don't want to break the strong friendship you have. Another reason was because it was sort of a game: a cute boy chasing after you, but you're playing hard to get.

Your eyes are getting heavy, but you do your best to fight falling asleep. However, your drowsiness gets ahold of you, and you drift off.

—

You bolt awake, hearing creaking from the front door. You immediately turn your head.

Ponyboy walks in, gently shutting the door, doing his best to not make a lot of noise.

You throw the blanket that is covering you aside and instantly stand up and walk towards him.

"Where the hell were you? Dammit, Ponyboy, You gave me a—" you stop, noticing the blood, bruises, and cuts all over his face. You look down to his hands, which are also in the same condition.

"Oh my god!" you yell.

"Shh, please don't wake Darry and Soda," he whispers, placing a finger to his lips.

You lightly grab his face, examining the wounds. "I swear to god Ponyboy, if you don't tell me what the hell happened..." You grab his hands, fondling your fingers over his bruised knuckles. "Oh my god," you repeat.

"Y/N, please, I'm okay. Please, just... I need to sit down," Ponyboy says hazily. He makes his way to the couch, attempting to maintain balance. You grab his arm so that he doesn't fall over.

Ponyboy collapses on the couch, throws his head back, and groans out of pain.

"I'm getting the first aid kit," you say and rush to the kitchen.

You open the cabinet in the kitchen, your eyes searching for the first aid kid. You have exceeded being angry; you are enraged; upset, even— but only because you care so much about him. You grab the box and hurry back to the living room.

You take a seat next to Ponyboy, and tilt his head in your direction.

"You are such a dumbass, what the hell did you do?" you scold him as you open the kit. You grab a towel and lightly dab the blood on his lip. "And why were you out so late?"

"I'm fine, mom," Ponyboy sarcastically replies. He flinches as you move the towel towards his throbbing eye.

"That doesn't answer the question, son," you retort.

"It's nothing, I was just walking home from Johnny's. We went out tonight," he pauses from being out of breath. "I was just, walking home, and I fell over on the sidewalk."

As convincing as his story may sound, you know he is lying. That's one thing he hates about you. Although he can be a good liar to some people, you can always pick up on his faulty stories.

"Bullshit," you say as quietly as you can so that you don't wake Darry and Soda. Darry would beat Ponyboy's ass if he sees him like this.

"I know," he sighs in defeat. You spray Neosporin onto the cuts on his arm, causing Ponyboy to flinch. "Ow!" he yelps, swatting at your hand. "I don't need that, I'm fine, okay? Just let me rest, Y/N. Please."

"I will not let you rest until you tell me what happened," you reply.

"Why the hell do you care so much, huh?" Ponyboy shouts. You jump, not expecting him to yell at you.

"You come over here every goddamn night, we watch movies together, we talk about stuff I would never talk about with anyone else. You fall asleep in my arms for god's sake!" Ponyboy says breathlessly. "Then," he continues, "you have these moods where just decide that you don't like me all of a sudden? You act like I'm a little boy who has a hopeless, never-gonna-happen crush on you! Well you know what? I'm tired of it. I get it; you don't want to date a greaser. You don't want to be seen with a greaser. That's perfectly okay with me! Just stop acting like you care about me when I sure as hell know that you don't."

"You really think I'm that kind of person, Ponyboy?"

"Oh, I don't think. I know that you are. Just get out of here."

"You asshole. You're an asshole you know that?" You throw the towel onto the floor and pick up your backpack. You walk towards the door.

"Says you!" he replies, motioning his hands in your direction.

"I can't believe I thought I was in love with you," you say softly, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Ha! Yeah right. Hey, tell me another joke would you?" Ponyboy laughs.

"Why do you think I come here every goddamn night. What, to sleep on your shitty couch?" You are almost screaming at him. You know you have to be quiet, but you can't contain your emotions.

"It's because I love you. I love spending time with you; I love being with you every damn moment I can get. I love talking to you, I love hearing you ramble about the corny movies that I couldn't give one fuck about, and I love the fact that you are in love with me. And don't deny that you aren't." By this point, your face is drenched in tears, and you know that you look like a hot mess. But you don't care.

Ponyboy is quiet, facial expression unreadable.

You wait for his response.

Silence.

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship, as cheesy as it sounds. The last thing I could ask for is to lose you and to lose what we have," you add.

You wait one last moment to see if he will say something to you.

Nothing.

"Whatever. Thanks anyway," you roll your eyes.

You shake your head and turn the doorknob.

"This is a pretty shitty couch, isn't it," Ponyboy says quietly.

You stop and turn your head towards him. You can't help but feel a smile creeping onto your face.

"Yeah," you agree, wiping the tears from your red, burning eyes. "It is."

He gives you a small smile in return.

"Come here," he says, patting the spot on the couch next to him.

You place your bag on the floor and cross your arms, slowly walking to him. You sit down, and the couch creaks, causing you both to laugh.

Ponyboy wraps his arm around your shoulder and brings you closer to him. You nuzzle your head into his neck, noticing various scratches there as well. You decide against mentioning them, due to the fact that you don't want to have another argument.

"So," he sighs and looks down to you. "You really are in love with me?"

"There's a slight possibility," you tease.

"Can you prove it?" he cheekily asks.

You move your hand across his chest, and then slowly down his thigh, causing him to gulp. You know exactly what you are doing to him. He is so easy, which made him even more (dare you say) adorable.

Your hand makes its way back up his chest then to his neck. You lean into his face, almost touching his lips. Just as he leans in, you place your finger on his lips and push his head back.

"Nope," you say as you untangle his arms from his grasp.

"You tease!" he shouts, louder than he should have.

You both freeze, and don't make a sound. Ponyboy tightly shuts his eyes, hoping he didn't wake up Darry or Soda.

After a few seconds, you both sigh in relief.

"You tease," he repeats, this time whispering. He playfully shoves your arm.

You roll your eyes and right when you decide you are going to kiss him for real, you hear a thump from upstairs.

"Ponyboy?" a voice says.

Ponyboy's eyes widen.

"Shit, it's Darry!" Ponyboy jumps up from the couch.

"Ponyboy, you down there?" Darry calls. You can hear his footsteps getting closer.

"We gotta get out of here! He can't see me like this!" he exclaims, yanking your arm to lift you up from the couch.

"Ponyboy! They're gonna see your face all messed up eventually," you explain to him.

He ignores your statement and runs out the door, pulling you along with him. You can faintly hear Darry call for Ponyboy again once you reach the bottom of the porch steps.

You both begin running; you have no idea where he plans on going or why he is doing this. You are sprinting down the streets of Tulsa at 2 in the morning, literally just asking to get jumped. You take the time to glance at Ponyboy's face: happiness. The brightest smile you've ever seen; dimples appearing, eyes beaming, skin glowing under the moonlight. In that moment you realize how lucky you are to have him as a best friend; as your crush— hell, you are lucky to have him as your boyfriend.

Once reaching a field of grass, you jump on him, causing you both to collapse. You fall on your back, but immediately force yourself up and tackle Ponyboy to the ground. At first you are harsh, but you lay off a little bit, remembering the injuries he had acquired earlier. He laughs hysterically, and you can't help but to do the same. You pin his arms to the ground, studying his face.

His cheeks are still covered in marks and cuts, bruises and beyond, but his imperfections somehow manage make him look more beautiful than ever. You gently brush your fingers along the soft curve of his jawline and stare at his lips, wondering what they would feel like against yours.

Your fingers move to his eye, touching it as lightly as you can.

"Still hurts," he says while managing to smile.

"Yeah," you awkwardly reply. You are too infatuated with him to realize what you are saying.

Your eyes flickered to his, then down to his mouth. Ponyboy lets out a small laugh and places his hands to your cheeks, bringing your lips down to his.

Ponyboy's lips are chapped, yet softer than you imagined they would be. You cup his face as he lightly tugs on your hair causing your head to slightly tilt back. His face was warm, unlike the brisk, summer night air. Your thumbs caress the sides of his mouth, being careful to not exacerbate the pain of his cuts.

Ponyboy's head moves back down to the ground, breaking the kiss. Your hands still rest on his cheeks. He moves his hand on top of yours, ghosting his fingers over them. You shoot him a grin, and he returns the favor. You mentally scold yourself for waiting so long to admit that you are in fact in love with your best friend.

"We gotta get back," you gently tell him. You really don't want to go back. You want to stay out here in this empty field, you and him alone with both of your thoughts and words. However, reality hits you, so you stand and offer a hand to help him up.

He just stares at your hand, then back to your eyes, and then to your hand again. You look at him confused, anxiously waiting for him to get up so that both of you can get back to his house before Darry gets even more pissed off.

"Ponyb—," you stop, and Ponyboy grabs your arm down, causing you to drop to the ground. He stares at you, with a cheeky smirk plastered across his face (which you secretly love, you hate to admit.)

"Seriously Ponyboy," you say with light humor in your voice. "We have to go."

"We're gonna get in trouble either way," he points out, placing his arms behind his head. "Might as well make the most of the time we have now, since I know my ass is gonna be grounded for the next century."

You laugh at his comment, and decide that you probably will never be able to convince him to walk back to his house anyway. You sigh and lay beside him; your head facing to the stars.

Quietness filled the atmosphere, aside from the sound of trains in the distance and the chirping of the crickets. You both absorb the calmness, but it isn't awkward. Just comfortable silence.

"That was my first," Ponyboy says, breaking the peace.

"Huh?" you ask, turning to him. He is still admiring at the stars. That's one of the things you love about Ponboy— he appreciates nature. He loves constellations, the sky, sunsets, clouds and colors, ocean waves, crisp air, flowers and trees. He isn't afraid to show affection and to open up to those he trusts the most. As cliché as it may sound, he is most definetly different from a lot of boys, as most of them you know just care about how many girls they can fuck in a week and what party they are attending next.

"The kiss," his voice cracks. "I never kissed anyone."

You aren't really surprised by this; not because Ponyboy isn't good looking or charming or anything. It's due to the fact that you are basically one of the only girls he hangs out with. You are very honored however, and you like to think that he waited for you to be his first kiss, just to make your little love story with him that much more intriguing.

"How do you manage to cherish the world so much?" you ask, changing the subject. You really did want to know how. You want to delve into that pretty little mind of his, especially at his vulnerable state.

"Y'know," you continue, "with all the hatred and cruelty we all live in? I really do find it fascinating how you can easily escape into nature, writing, books and movies even— and mute out the world, no matter how terrible it gets."

"They're distractions, I guess," he huffs, moving his arms to his chest and crossing them. "When you have grown up like I have it's all you can rely on."

"You turned to the most innocent things though," you state. "Why not instead of that stuff, why didn't you turn to drugs, alcohol, or any other addiction? They are so easy to fall into, especially with you being a greaser and all, yet you managed to stay away."

"Yeah, it can get a bit lonely at times, with all of them doin' that stuff, and you kind of feel left out. No one in the gang seems to appreciate nature and what not as much as I do," he pauses. "Well 'cept Johnny. And you too, of course. I don't know. I like it though."

The world seems to stop for a moment.

"Lonely souls have the most creative minds," he says softly.

You turn to Ponyboy, and he notices so he turns back to you. You observe the wounds on his face yet again, and can't help but feel pain for him. Not only physically, but mentally as well, after everything he has been through.

"I never meant to hurt you," you blurt out, recalling what Ponyboy said to you earlier at his house. You aren't sure if he truly felt that way or if it was just from the heat of the moment.

"I'm sorry," he admits. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean what I said. I was just overwhelmed. I bet you know who really did this to me. Yeah, it was the socs, I know you know that. Sad part is, it was only two guys 'nd I was literally two blocks from my house. Two blocks and they got me!" Ponyboy rambles. "I tried to run away but they tackled me. You know how hard pavement is? Pretty damn hard, let me tell you. I tried fighting back, punching and what not, but of course they just had to—"

You know he isn't going to stop, so you interrupt him by placing your lips onto his, causing him to yelp from the pain.

"Sorry," you utter, pulling back. Your face becomes red from embarrassment.

"You're fine, you're fine," he assures you, touching his lip. "Still bleedin'."

"We can go back to my place," you suggest. "I mean, if you want to. My parents should be asleep. I just hope Darry and Soda aren't too worried. Maybe we should just go back." Reality hits you once more.

"Ponyboy, we gotta get back okay? Oh god, it's probably almost 3 a.m.! How long have we been gone?" You jump to your feet and dust off the dirt on your shirt.

"Since when did I become the one who actually wants to have fun for once?" Ponyboy chuckles and stands up.

"Ever since you fell in love with me," you say and lightly push him.

Ponyboy walks up to you, and places his hands on your waist. He goes to your ear and steadily hovers his warm breath over it, sending shivers throughout your body. "Whoever said I was in love?" he whispers.

Ponyboy has always been cheeky towards you, but this has reached an entire new level. It seems like ever since you confessed your love for him, his ego skyrocketed.

You don't reply, but instead you wrap your arms around his neck. While doing so, he moves from your ear to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes down it.

Ponyboy then puts his forehead against yours and smiles.

"I know that we're young, stupid, naive teenagers who have no jobs, no cars, and are literally standing in the middle of an abandoned field in one of the most dangerous cities in the entire country," he says, "but hell, Y/N, I am so in love with you."

Instead of verbally responding, you lean to kiss him once again. You are caught off guard, however, when he removes his arms from your waist and takes a step back.

"Beat you back to my place, first one there gets their ass whooped by my brother!" Ponyboy shouts and slaps your butt. He runs off, and you laugh and chase after him.

Hell, you are so in love too.

#i tried reading this on my livestream #but i think it's better if u read it on your own #mywork #ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy imagine #the outsiders

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darriness · 5 years ago

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Fic: Roadie

Author: darriness

Word Count: 15321

Rating: M

Summary: Blaine Anderson is the lead singer of one of the most popular bands in the United States. His life is chaotic but he loves it. One day, a new sound engineer joins the tour and turns Blaine’s already chaotic life upside down.

Author’s Note: This idea came to me this past Saturday and would not let me go. So I wrote it! I hope you enjoy it (I personally love it lol). I thought about keeping this until the Glee Potluck thing but I was too excited. Thanks as always to my beta @darrenismydarcy. Enjoy!

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Blaine Anderson takes a deep breath and leans his head back against the cement wall behind him. He closes his eyes, brings his hands up to grab at the ends of the towel draped around his neck, and sighs out his next breath - quieting his body, quieting his mind, and letting his heart rate return to normal.

There is noise all around him but he doesn’t really hear it. It’s white noise on the periphery of his consciousness. He could go somewhere more quiet but he prefers to have this moment with others around. Everyone around him knows at this point to leave him alone anyway.

Perks of being the lead vocalist of one of America’s current hottest bands.

The Warblers formed the year after Blaine graduated high school. They had ‘borrowed’ the name from their high school glee club and spent four years playing seedy bars and bar mitzvahs before the right guy came to one of those seedy clubs and suddenly they were playing stadiums and dodging screaming girls.

Blaine has loved every minute of the last five years (really the last nine years but is he happy to no longer be living in a shoe box and eating cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Of course). He’s enjoyed the touring and recording and meeting fans and doing talk shows and he’s excited to see what the future holds. But sometimes, okay every time, after a show, he needs a few moments to recentre himself or fear losing himself.

He’s almost got his heart rate back down when he hears yelling. His eyebrows furrow over his still closed eyes. There’s usually no yelling backstage. Actually, he’s not sure he’s ever heard yelling.

“Yeah, well, you can go fuck yourself!” Blaine hears being screamed from down the hall.

Blaine picks his head up and blinks his eyes open, searching for the source of the shouting. The usual hum of the backstage hallway has gone quiet as every occupant turns to look at the two men yelling - well one man is screaming, the other is gesturing for security.

“I have been here for three years and you’re going to let me go? For what?! You haven’t given me a single credible goddamn excuse!”

Blaine wishes he could remember the name of the man currently disturbing his serenity. He knows he works in the sound department for the tour but his name is escaping Blaine. The man he’s spitting at is Alan Merce - The Warblers’ manager.

“Frank,” Alan says with forced calmness as they are approached by two security guards. Frank Lesser, that’s the sound technician’s name, Blaine’s brain provides, “we appreciate all you’ve done for us…”

Frank scoffs and raises the finger at Alan, then at the two security guards, and finally at the entire hallway as he spins and waves the finger aloft, “Good luck, assholes! I hope this all tanks!”

Blaine watches in stunned silence as Frank is led down the hallway and out a side door of the auditorium. Alan takes a rough breath, hands on his hips and shakes his head before looking down the hall toward where Blaine stands. There are more people in the vicinity but Blaine knows Alan is looking at him when he gives a resigned shrug before turning and heading back into the room he came from.

“Well, that’s one way to leave a job.” Blaine turns to find Wes Montgomery, the band’s keyboard player, smirking as he approaches.

Blaine sighs, “This tour was going really well.” He says and Wes nods, “And now we need a new sound engineer.”

“If the new guy makes us sound like crap, I’m suing Alan.” Jeff Sterling, the band’s drummer, says as he joins the group.

Wes chuckles but Blaine rolls his eyes, “I’m sure the new guy will be awesome.”

Jeff slings an arm around Blaine’s shoulders, pulling him into a sideways hug, “Awww what would we do without our optimistic Blainers?”

Blaine laughs and shoves away from the taller man, “I have to make up for all of you pessimists.”

Jeff turns toward Wes with a shocked inhale, who laughs, “Us? Pessimists?”

Blaine smirks, “Come on. I need a bed and we need to get on the road.” He gestures down the hall with his head toward the exit and the trio makes their way outside - onward to another city and another show.

— — —

Blaine wakes up to bright sun in his eyes the next morning. He squeezes his eyes shut further and groans. He enjoys the warmth the sun brings but could do without the glare. Even the tinted windows of the bus aren’t helping block it out.

He only has a moment to adjust before a pillow is tossed at his head, “Get up!” Jeff shouts jubilantly and Blaine groans again, “We’ve got places to go and things to see!”

“We’ve got a venue to go to and that same venue to see.” Nick Duval comments dryly, and when Blaine opens his eyes finally, he can see the brunette sitting on the bed across from Blaine’s, sitting sideways and strumming his guitar.

“Where are we again?” David Thompson, the band’s bassist, croaks from his own bed further down the bus.

“Wes?” Nick asks, not looking up from his magazine.

“Milwaukee.” Wes answers around a yawn. He’s always the only one to know where they are.

There’s a smattering of groans and protests as the rest of the men realize how cold it’s going to be outside the bus on a January morning in Milwaukee, but Blaine just stretches lazily and goes over the itinerary for the day.

Sound check, press conference, radio interview, meet and greet, concert, bus to the next city.

Not overly different from how he spends most of his days on tour. There’s comfort in routine, even despite the craziness that is that routine itself for Blaine.

He closes his eyes for a few stolen moments, knowing he’ll have to get up and shower in a minute or two so that when he exits the bus to find at least a handful of fans hanging around it in hopes of meeting the band and getting a few moments of their time, he won’t look like he just stuck his finger in an electrical socket. He hears the other men start to shuffle around more and mentally goes through his itinerary one more time before joining them.

— — —

“I don’t understand how your selfie game is so strong.” Jeff is saying as he and Blaine enter the venue an hour later. There had been a group of fans waiting for them and while Blaine would sometimes like to not have to think about what he looks like when walking from the bus to the venue, he is fully aware that making fans feel special and valued is a part of his job. He prides himself on doing a good job at that, “I mean I have been trying to learn from you for years and mine are always blurry or I look like a crazy person.”

Blaine laughs as he pulls open the door to the main stage area and holds it open for Jeff to walk through first with a nod of thanks, “Steady hands.” He says as explanation.

Jeff scoffs, good naturedly, and then jogs off to hug Nick from behind as the other man stands talking to their lightning engineer, Theresa. He leaves a smacking kiss on Nick’s cheek who laughs fondly and reaches back to ruffle Jeff’s hair.

Blaine smiles at the interaction even though he feels slightly jealous. He misses the companionship a relationship brings. He tries not to think about how long it’s been since he was in a relationship because it just makes the ache a little worse to put a number on it. He just doesn’t have the time, energy, or frankly the trust needed to be in a relationship considering what he does for a living. Nick and Jeff were lucky to find love in each other.

“Anderson, come here!” Blaine turns to see Alan gesturing him over to where he stands with a group of people.

Most of the people are those Blaine recognizes and can name - crew from the tour that do various important jobs to make sure the five of them look good on stage. Blaine makes his way over and smiles at Alan and the others in the small circle they’ve created before his eyes fall on a new face.

The face isn’t looking directly at him, it’s looking back and forth between a sound board and Clark, the tour’s stage manager, but Blaine finds himself instantly distracted by it. The face is all sharp angles and smooth skin. It’s graceful pink lips and crystal clear blue eyes. It’s chestnut brown hair swooped high off the forehead. It’s...breathtaking.

It’s not until Alan waves in Blaine’s face that Blaine realizes the other man has been speaking and Blaine hasn’t been paying attention. He shakes his head and turns away from the face to look at their manager, “Sorry, what was that?”

Alan quirks an eyebrow at him, “You feeling okay, Anderson?” Blaine nods and Alan takes a deep breath of relief before gesturing in the face’s direction, “I just wanted you to meet our new sound engineer. He’s the best in the business. We’re lucky to have him. Kurt!” He calls across the circle and for the first time the face, Kurt, turns directly toward Blaine. The full on frontal version is just as, if not more, breathtaking, “Come meet our lead singer!”

The neutral, pleasant expression on Kurt’s face morphs quickly into something harder when his eyes land on Blaine. Blaine is taken aback by the heat of Kurt’s glare and he has to force himself away from looking around to see if something else could be causing Kurt to look like that. They’ve never even met, why does Kurt seem angry with Blaine?

“It’s...nice to meet you. I’m Blaine.” Blaine says, extending his hand with as much of a genuine, open smile as he can manage.

Kurt walks the few steps over to him and looks down at his hand with a slightly quirked eyebrow. Blaine has a moment of thinking that Kurt won’t take the hand before the other man reaches his hand forward and shakes Blaine’s with a smooth but cold two pumps. Blaine’s never described a hand shake as cold but this one definitely was.

“Charmed.” Kurt says with a smile that feels the opposite of warm (or charmed) before he’s turning around to walk back to the sound board and Clark.

Alan claps Blaine on the back before moving to deal with something else without another thought. It’s clear he either didn’t notice the cold way Kurt addressed Blaine or didn’t care. Either is possible.

Blaine stays rooted to the spot for a few more seconds as he stares at Kurt’s back. His routine morning has hit an unexpected bump. There are bumps he can anticipate, roll with easily because he’d almost known they’d come, this was not one of them.

— — —

Blaine has to admit that Kurt is amazing at his job. Not that Frank hadn’t been wonderful, but Kurt is next level. Blaine doesn’t think he’s ever sounded as good as he does over the next week, and even the cellphone videos he finds online, with their limited audio capability, prove that Kurt has a fantastic ear for acoustics.

What Blaine doesn’t understand is why Kurt seems to hate him. Blaine is nothing but nice to the other man over the week, thanking him for a great job and trying to engage him in conversation, but Kurt rebuffs him every time. He’s always professional and not overtly mean or rude, he’s just….dissmissive is the only word Blaine can label Kurt’s behaviour with. Blaine has watched Kurt’s interactions with the other members of the band or crew, and while he isn’t the most bubbly of personalities, he seems a lot more friendly with them than he is with Blaine.

Blaine wants to let it go. He has more important things to worry about than whether or not the new sound engineer likes him, but for some reason he can’t stop thinking about it. Okay it’s not just for ‘some reason’. Blaine knows what the reason, or rather reasons, are.

One, Blaine is used to being liked by everyone. He’s not arrogant about it but he’s noticed since he was young that people tend to gravitate towards him, and he can count on one hand the number of true fights he’s had over his lifetime (he still occasionally thinks about the time in third grade when his friend had thought Blaine had stolen his eraser, which he hadn’t, and stopped being friends with him for a full week). And two, well, Kurt’s really good looking. Blaine isn’t above saying he’s lusting, hard, after the other man (which is made all the more confusing by Kurt’s apparent dislike of him).

“I don’t know what to do.” Blaine moans to Wes as they sit across from each other in the sitting room of Blaine’s hotel room in Minnesota. They finished their first show in the city a few hours ago and are enjoying the hotel room stay until their second show tomorrow. They’re a few beers in and Blaine has spilled his dueling desires to rip Kurt’s clothes off and yell at him for being a dick.

“You need to have sex.” Wes says. Blaine looks up, sharply, from where he’d laid his head back on the chair. Wes shakes his head and waves a hand as he finishes the sip he just took, “I don’t mean with Kurt.” He clarifies before shrugging, “Though, I mean, there’s no law against that.”

Blaine shakes his head, “He hates me. He’s not going to want to have sex with me. And I’m not even sure I’d really want to with how standoffish he’s been.”

Wes pouts thoughtfully, “He doesn’t hate you.” Blaine shrugs, unconvinced, “But what I mean is you need to get out and sleep with someone else. Scratch that itch. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Blaine shifts uncomfortably. It has been a while. Not only since he’s been in a relationship but since he’s had sex. He does need to get back on the horse, so to speak, wants to get back out there, but he also realizes how difficult that task is in his position.

“I can’t just go out to a bar and find a willing partner.” He says, “Could you imagine the headline? ‘Warblers’ Blaine Anderson seen out trolling for a twink’.”

“I didn’t know you were in to twinks.” Wes comments and then laughs at Blaine’s exasperated face.

“You don’t get it.” Blaine sighs, “You have a lovely girlfriend waiting for you at home, or who even comes to some of the stops. You don’t have to worry about a potential partner’s motives or true intentions.”

Wes nods, letting his beer bottle dangle between his legs as he leans forward, “I get that but...sometimes sex is just sex. I bet you’d find more willing partners with no ulterior motives other than having an orgasm than those who were out to make a headline.”

Blaine shrugs again and leans his head back in his chair to look up at the ceiling. Wes is probably right but Blaine also knows he’s probably not going to go out and find a random partner for a night.

He wants more than that.

Blaine has a fitful sleep after Wes goes back to his own room, which means he’s less than chipper the following morning. He gets himself a large cup of coffee on the way to the venue, and while he would usually grab extras for anyone wanting, he leaves the coffee shop with only his own and wraps his gloved hands greedily around it and scowls down at the lid all the way to the venue.

“Everything okay, Blaine?” Charlie, his personal security guard, asks as he opens the door for Blaine to hop out outside the stage door to the venue.

“Yeah, fine. Just tired.” Blaine answers shortly. Charlie shrugs good naturedly and opens the door to the venue for Blaine to walk through first.

Blaine is glad he doesn’t run into any of his bandmates on his way to his dressing room. None of the crew members milling about backstage try to engage Blaine in conversation, his band mates would be a different story. He drops his jacket, hat, gloves, and bag with extra clothes onto the counter inside before grabbing his coffee and trudging his way to the main stage area for sound check.

“Hey Blaine!” Nick smiles, from where he’s sitting fiddling with his ear pieces on the steps to the stage, “Ready to make some fans’ days?”

Blaine blinks at him, uncomprehending. Nick quirks an eyebrow at him, “The contest to have fans watch our sound check?”

Blaine wants to bang his head against the wall. He’d completely forgotten about the contest (that had actually been his own idea). He barely has the energy or desire to get through a normal sound check, but to have fans present as well?

“Great.” He answers with as much enthusiasm as he can muster before walking down the stage steps past Nick and over to the sound booth three quarters of the way down the floor.

He finds Kurt crouched down over a box of equipment, pulling pieces out to inspect before either putting them back or setting them on the ground next to his feet. He’s got a concentrated scowl on his face and Blaine uses the time before he announces his presence, or Kurt notices he’s there, to examine the gorgeous man in front of him.

“Morning.” He finally says and Kurt startles slightly before turning, still in his crouch.

He gives Blaine an unreadable expression before lifting his brows briefly and gesturing to the sound board, “Ears and mic are there.” He says simply and then turns back to the box he’d been shuffling through. Blaine rolls his eyes before grabbing the equipment from where Kurt told him it would be and stalking back toward the stage.

How had he thought he was actually attracted to Kurt? Sure, Kurt is gorgeous but he’s also the most unapproachable and unfriendly person Blaine has ever met. It’s like talking to a brick wall. Blaine vows to get over the lust he feels for the other man. He can be just as aloof toward Kurt as the other man is toward him. They don’t have to be anything other than coworkers, they don’t even have to be acquaintances. Blaine is fine with that...well, he’ll work on being fine with that.

He finds out he’s got about fifteen minutes before the fifty people who won the contest will be there. He decides to spend that time alone with his coffee. If his band mates notice him acting differently, Blaine is thankful they don’t ask about it.

As the first fans start to filter into the floor area an excited buzz is immediately evident. Blaine throws his empty coffee out and shakes himself into his game face as he watches the members of the group enter. It’s a mixture of young children with their parents, 20/30 somethings (most dressed way more scantily then they probably should for the weather in Blaine’s opinion), and even a few probably in their 50s or 60s. The Warblers attract a wide range of fans with their mix of pop and acapella/acoustic tunes which is what makes them so marketable.

Blaine watches and listens as Alan greets the group as they settle on the floor space in front of the stage. He reminds them that this is sound check and not a full show and that there may be interruptions or mistakes as they work to make sure the sound is right.

Blaine figures the potential for error is small considering they just performed here last night, that this sound check is more a formality than truly a chance to figure out the acoustics of the space, but he appreciates Alan making that announcement. He also appreciates it when Alan reminds the fans to stay within the designated space and not wander. He can imagine finding at least one of them backstage or in their dressing rooms.

Alan turns to him and gives him a thumbs up before jumping down from the box he’d been standing on and briskly walking away to deal with something else. Blaine does a final adjustment to his ear pieces for comfort before bringing his microphone to his mouth.

He pauses for a second to allow Kurt the chance to make sure his mic is live before smiling at the crowd, “Welcome everyone!” There’s a few screams and claps, “We’re so glad to have you here to watch us stumble through making sure our sound works.” Laughter from the crowd as well as his band mates behind him, “We’re going to do a few songs for you. Enjoy!”

They start with one of their most popular songs. Blaine is more emotive then he usually is during sound check and interacts with the small crowd as they dance and sing along. He winks at a few and waves to the little girl who is bouncing up and down and waving to him from the front row. They finish the song without difficulty and as the crowd claps, he looks up at Kurt to find the man giving a thumbs up from the booth. He doesn’t look up from his concentrated scowl down at the sound board but the thumbs up is enough to let Blaine know everything went well.

They slide into one of their acapella songs, a dynamic, powerful ballad that even makes Blaine emotional every time he sings it. He watches as the crowd sways and the few couples in the crowd snuggle together at the touching, romantic lyrics.

He adjusts his ear pieces again but everything sounds fine. He can hear himself and his bandmates and nothing is amiss. They finish the song with a strong sustained note and Blaine smiles at the screams and clapping from the small crowd. Kurt once again gives him a thumbs up without looking up and Blaine nods to himself before smiling at the crowd. He may have been feeling grumpy before, but nothing brings him to life like performing in front of a crowd (no matter how big).

“All right, guys, we’ve got one more for you.” The crowd ‘aw’s’ and Blaine smiles, “Sorry! But we’ll see you for the show tonight, right?” The crowd screams and cheers as Blaine cues his bandmates to start their last song for sound check.

It’s one of their more upbeat songs and Blaine bounces around the stage, interacting with the other men as he sings. He comes up behind Nick on the guitar and sings over his shoulder as Nick leans back into him slightly. He goes to stand on the platform in front of Jeff’s drums and imitates David’s bass playing during a musical break.

He’s just getting into the bridge of the song when his mic suddenly cuts off. The backing vocals remain but his voice is no longer projecting. He furrows his brow at his mic and shakes it quickly, hoping that will get it working again but it doesn’t help. Blaine starts to quietly panic. As much as the crowd is prepared for things to potentially go wrong, Blaine hates when things go wrong in front of fans. These people are paying for this experience, they should get a perfect mini-show, and Blaine doesn’t want to stop the song on a high to deal with his mic.

As he turns to look across the venue at Kurt, he hears Wes ask the small crowd to sing the next part with them. Blaine is immediately grateful for his friend. Nine years of a working relationship, and eleven years of friendship, means Wes knows what Blaine needs in this moment. He needs the show to go on.

Kurt hasn’t looked up from his soundboard. He’s twisting dials and moving sliders but keeps his head down and doesn’t once look up to make eye contact with Blaine.

Blaine feels his blood start to boil as he shakes his mic again and tries to sing into it. Still nothing. He gives up, with the mic and Kurt, and looks down at the side of the stage to find Molly holding a new mic out to him. He smiles gratefully and hands her his useless mic before grabbing the new one. When he lifts it to his mouth to continue the song, his voice rings out throughout the stadium. It’s not perfect, hasn’t been calibrated perfectly for his voice, but it’ll get him to the end of the song.

The entire moment feels like it lasted ten minutes to Blaine but when he picks the song back up he realizes it was maybe more like thirty seconds. He finishes the song to raucous applause from the small crowd and he smiles, waves, and thanks them for coming before they are being shuffled back out of the venue.

He keeps the smile and polite wave up until the last fan leaves before his face drops into an angry scowl and he stalks down the stage stairs and over to the sound booth.

“What happened?” He asks when he’s close enough.

Kurt finally, finally, looks up from the controls and give Blaine a passive shrug, “I don’t know. Your mic must have shorted.”

Blaine sees red. No apology, no remorse for an error that occured with the equipment he’s supposed to be in charge of. Nothing. Just the same aloof and dismissive tone and attitude as usual.

“Did you do it on purpose?” Blaine asks and he can tell he’s caught Kurt off guard when the other man’s eyes widen in surprise. Good.

“You can’t seriously be asking me that.” Kurt says.

Blaine wants to go on. He wants to yell and scream at Kurt for being gorgeous and sexy and RUDE. But he suddenly remembers where they are and that there are people around, people watching them.

He huffs an agitated breath and puts his hands on his hips, “Can we discuss this some place more private?”

Kurt’s eyes once again widen for a split second before the unreadable expression is back, “Fine. Lead the way.” He says with a gesture.

Blaine marches off in the direction of his dressing room and assumes Kurt follows even though he doesn’t look back to check. When he reaches the blue door with his name on it, he pushes inside and only then turns to see Kurt coming in after him, “Should I close the door?” Kurt asks.

Blaine rolls his eyes, “It wouldn’t be private if it were open.” He snarks and Kurt raises an eyebrow before closing the door softly.

He turns back to Blaine with an expectant expression, “So…” He says when Blaine doesn’t speak.

Blaine glares at him as he tries to think of what he wants to say. If he isn’t careful he’s going to blurt out something about how beautiful Kurt is and how angry that makes him but he has to remember this isn’t about that right now.

“So you didn’t make my mic cut out on purpose?” He asks, trying to keep his anger in check.

Kurt sits primly on the arm of the small couch in the room and crosses his arms, “Of course I didn’t. I’m good at my job. I don’t sabotage the mics of the performers I work with. Could you imagine the reputation that would give me? You are not that important to lose the reputation I’ve earned for myself.”

Blaine feels an unexpected sting at Kurt telling him how unimportant he is. He likes to think of himself as having high self-esteem. A throw away comment like that should mean nothing especially coming from someone like Kurt. But it does.

He crosses his arms tightly over his own chest, “Why do you hate me?” He asks.

Kurt quirks an eyebrow, “I don’t hate you.” He says, simply.

Blaine scoffs, “Please. You are the most dismissive person I’ve ever met, and while you aren’t Mr. Sunshine with everyone, it’s worse with me. I have been nothing but nice to you and you treat me like I’m nothing but an annoyance. It’s not right and it’s not fair. So I’ll ask you again, why do you hate me?” When he’s done his mini-rant, he’s out of breath and his hands are clenched at his sides.

Kurt regards him for a moment in silence. His eyes scan Blaine’s face and then slowly drop along his body and back up. Blaine almost squirms under the scrutiny. What is Kurt looking for?

Finally, after what feels like an insufferably long time to Blaine, Kurt sighs and drops his gaze, fiddling with a loose thread on the arm of the couch, “So, are we going to sleep together now or do you want to yell at me some more?”

Blaine chokes on his own spit. He sputters and coughs and tears make his vision swim. Through them he can see Kurt regarding him with the same neutral, unreadable expression that he usually does. Finally, he gets himself under control.

“What?” He asks for lack of anything better to say as he wipes under his eyes.

Kurt shrugs, “I mean, you’re welcome to keep yelling at me, it’s kind of hot, but if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to get naked and put my cock somewhere in your body.”

Blaine almost chokes again. He stares at Kurt wide eyed and Kurt just lifts his brows in question.

Does Blaine really want to have sex with Kurt right now? A quick catalogue of his body tells him it’s definitely willing and able, but nothing has been solved. Blaine is no closer to figuring out why Kurt treats him the way he does.

Blaine’s head is spinning from the abrupt shift from angry to turned on. Well, he’s still angry, but he’s now also very turned on and there isn’t enough blood in his body for both reactions. Slowly his hands unclench at his sides.

Kurt does a once over of his body again and smirks at what he’s looking at. Clearly he can tell that Blaine’s body is more than okay with Kurt’s suggestion.

“I won’t ask a third time.” Kurt finally says around his smirk.

And it’s that, the cocky tone and smirk, that causes Blaine to lose it. He’s in front of Kurt in a heartbeat and brings their lips together in a bruising kiss by pulling the back of Kurt’s neck. Kurt doesn’t seem surprised by the sudden movement and shifts into the kiss like he was the one who had initiated it.

Blaine moans into Kurt’s mouth at the feel of Kurt’s tongue against his. He knows it’s been a while but he has had no shortage of partners over the years. None of those kisses had felt like this.

The pair war for dominance in the kiss and Blaine would very much like to win, but when it becomes clear that Kurt isn’t backing down, Blaine’s body decides for him and he surrenders under Kurt’s mouth.

He can tell when Kurt feels the shift because suddenly Blaine is on his back on the couch and Kurt is over top of him. It hadn’t taken much to get Blaine in this position, just a gentle push against his hips. Kurt props himself on his elbow on the narrow couch near Blaine’s head but lets most of his weight settle along Blaine’s side.

They kiss feverishly and Blaine claws at the hem of Kurt’s shirt, desperate to feel skin. Kurt pulls back just enough to tug his shirt off and then lifts Blaine’s shirt over his head in a less than graceful move, but it doesn’t matter as they go back to making out.

Blaine’s skin is on fire from the noises coming from Kurt. He’s groaning and moaning just as much as Blaine, but it’s the soft sighs he gives every once in a while that are making Blaine’s heart race.

They run their hands along the skin that is exposed (Blaine along Kurt’s back and chest, and Kurt along Blaine’s chest and stomach) and continue to kiss. They kiss for so long that Blaine gets to experience a multitude of different kisses from Kurt. They started with a forceful kiss but now there is a mixture of soft, nipping kisses, wet, tongue-filled kisses, and deep sucking kisses. All of them leave Blaine breathless and by how much Kurt is panting when he finally pulls away to kiss along Blaine’s jaw, it’s clear that Kurt is breathless too.

Blaine moves his neck to give Kurt more access and threads his hands into the back of Kurt’s hair to encourage the movement. Kurt drops his hand to the front of Blaine’s pants and palms him through his jeans. Blaine’s hips arch into the movement and he hisses at the pressure.

Kurt pulls away with another smirk that Blaine wants to kiss right off his mouth, “So I recall saying I wanted my cock somewhere in your body.” He pants.

Blaine blinks. They can’t have sex right now. Not only are they basically strangers to each other, they don’t have all the necessary supplies. Blaine’s got condoms in his bag (he has a boy scout ‘always be prepared’ approach to life) but no lube.

“I don’t have lube.” He tells Kurt and the other man shrugs a creamy, pale shoulder.

“Doesn’t rule out all of the options.” He says, “And leaves something open for next time.”

Blaine honestly doesn’t know how he feels about the prospect of ‘next time’ but he’s too focussed on ‘this time’ to really give it much thought, “Condoms are in my bag. Front pocket.” He says, gesturing to the black overnight bag on the counter across the room.

Kurt gives one more squeeze to Blaine’s erection and then gracefully gets up to make his way over to Blaine’s bag. Blaine sits up on the couch and presses a hand to his flushed neck while he waits. His mouth waters as he watches Kurt make his way back over to him, jeans slung slightly low on his hips, revealing tantalizing hips bones Blaine wants to bite.

When Kurt is standing in front of him Blaine realizes biting Kurt’s hip bones is something he can actually do. He hooks one hand into the loops on Kurt’s jeans and other on his ass before dragging him the last little bit forward and attaching his mouth to the protruding bone. Kurt groans above him and places a hand on the back of Blaine’s head, not pressuring or positioning, just seeming to anchor himself.

When Blaine’s given what he thinks is sufficient, and yet not at all sufficient (his brain is already thinking about next time apparently), enough attention to Kurt’s hip bones, he makes short work of Kurt’s button and fly. He tugs down Kurt’s pants and boxer briefs to rest under his ass and licks his lips as Kurt’s erection pops free. It’s gorgeous, just like the rest of him.

He takes the condom Kurt offers him and quickly rolls it down the hard flesh. Kurt’s hips are canting back and forth just a tiny bit, probably unconsciously, and Blaine grabs his hips to still them before taking just the head of his cock in his mouth.

Kurt gasps above him and Blaine takes more into his mouth, sucking strongly as he pulls back. He bobs his head a few more times before bringing one hand to stroke the bottom of Kurt’s cock and focussing on the head. He flicks his tongue around the head (a little more strongly than he would without the condom) and while he may be a little out of practice, the noises Kurt is making are enough to spur him on.

Blaine’s not sure how long it takes but soon Kurt is grabbing at his wrist and the back of his head and groaning, “I’m close.”

Blaine doubles his efforts and within a minute Kurt is moaning out his release into the condom. Blaine smiles to himself as he gently strokes Kurt through his orgasm. It’s a good feeling.

Kurt sighs above him almost lazily but then tenses and looks down at Blaine with wide eyes. Blaine’s about to ask if he did something wrong before Kurt is kneeling in front of him and tugging Blaine out of his own pants.

“Don’t have time for a condom. Need to get you off.” He says as he wraps a hand around Blaine’s cock. Blaine gasps and leans back against the couch, even if he’s confused by Kurt’s urgency, “You were so hot.” Kurt says as he pumps Blaine’s erection in his hand with a singular focus, “Oh god I need to make you come.”

Blaine is swept up in Kurt’s urgency and far sooner than he expects his hips are pumping erratically into Kurt’s fist and he comes all over his jeans, stomach, and Kurt’s hand with a long drawn out moan.

He pants up at the ceiling afterwards, flashes of light still dancing in front of his eyes. He hears Kurt get up and figures he’s probably disposing of the condom. He then feel Kurt tap his hip. He looks up at him to find the other man looming over him with an expectant look, redressed with his shirt and all. Blaine stares dumbly up at him before Kurt is smirking and tapping his hip again, gesturing for Blaine to lift his hips. Blaine does so silently and watches as Kurt right his pants and then grabs his shirt and tugs it over Blaine’s head.

Kurt leans his hands on either side of Blaine’s head on the couch, a slow smile spread across his lips. He doesn’t say anything, and Blaine’s not sure he himself is capable of speech at the moment. Instead, Kurt leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Blaine’s lips. Blaine closes his eyes into the kiss but opens them again when Kurt pulls away.

The other man smiles again, winks, and then is gone - out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Blaine stares after him for a moment before letting his head drop back onto the couch again. Wow.

— — —

Blaine’s not sure why he’s expecting a dramatic shift in his relations with Kurt after their moment in his dressing room. He’s a bit of a hopeless romantic, sure, but he’s also got his feet firmly planted on the ground. Sometimes an orgasm really is just an orgasm. Kurt was about as safe a partner as Blaine could find. Not in the medical sense (though he has no reason to believe otherwise in that regard) but in the ‘he’s not going to blurt anything to the press’ kind of way. They’d both gotten off and it had been hot. Nothing has to change.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t slightly stung when Kurt hands him his earpieces and microphone before the show that night without even a second glance. He drops the equipment in Blaine’s hands and by the time Blaine looks up from the pile to look at Kurt, Kurt is already off fiddling with Jeff’s battery pack.

Blaine watches Kurt flit around backstage while he puts his earpieces in and jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns to find Wes smiling at him, one earpiece dangling down his shoulder while the other sits firmly in his left ear.

“Ready to put on a good show?” He asks with a smile.

Performing gives them all a buzz, it’s why they do it, and as Blaine nods his answer he can see Nick bouncing on his toes across the small area they’re waiting in and David plucking an imaginary bass with fast fingers. Blaine can hear the hum of the crowd as they settle into their seats. It’s electrifying.

Wes usually comes to ask him if he’s ready and then will meander away to ask the same of the other men but this time he pauses, giving Blaine a calculating look that has Blaine looking at him with a quirked eyebrow.

“Something wrong?” Blaine asks.

Wes doesn’t answer, just looks over Blaine’s face and Blaine swallows thickly, “You got laid.” Wes says simply.

Blaine’s eyes widen, does he have a hickey?

“I’m sorry what?” He asks.

Wes rolls his eyes and then narrows them, “I’ve known you since you were fifteen. From the first time you told me Wallace Parin touched your dick all the way to when Marcus broke your heart. I, unfortunately, know what you look like after you’ve been…” Wes lets the sentence hang. Blaine’s not sure why saying ‘fucked’ in their current environment would be any worse than saying ‘touched your dick’, “So sometime between sound check and now...you had sex.”

Blaine swallows again and tries not to glance over in Kurt’s direction. He usually tells Wes everything but now is definitely not the time to talk about it and even confirming what Wes suspects will begin a line of questioning they don’t have time or privacy for.

Blaine shakes his head and coughs into his hands.

Wes’ eyes narrow further if that’s possible, “Who did you sleep with?”

“Everything all set?” Blaine jumps at Kurt’s voice and turns to find the other man standing in front of them. He’s looking at them with a cool expression and Blaine’s not sure if he heard their conversation. He’s sure Kurt heard at least some of it.

Blaine gives a jerky nod, “Uhh, yeah, yeah. Everything’s good to go.” He taps his ears and gives Kurt a thumbs up.

Kurt nods and looks at Wes, who mirrors Blaine’s thumb, before he’s once again gone. This time, leaving their little enclosure to undoubtedly make his way to the sound board at the back of the floor.

Blaine hopes Wes has forgotten their previous conversation but when he turns to the other man, Wes is smirking at him and Blaine has a sudden feeling that not only is the subject not dropped, Wes now knows more than he did before.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for Blaine, Wes doesn’t have time to comment before their stage manager, Clark, is gesturing for them to get into position. He turns away from his best friend and makes his way to the front of the area ready to step out from stage right. Wes takes the spot behind him but Blaine doesn’t look back.

The lights in the venue drop and Blaine takes a deep breath as the volume on the other side of the curtain in front of him increases tenfold. The screams and cheers are deafening even with his earpieces in and his blood sings with the energy of it.

This is what he was born to do. This is what he loves to do and he finds himself bouncing on his toes just like Nick was doing moments before as Clark pulls back the curtain and The Warblers take the stage.

— — —

Blaine is able to avoid Wes and his questions until they’re on the bus to their next stop (“Bismarck.” Wes informed them before telling them they should really start to pay attention to the schedule). David heads to his bunk right after the traditional shot of whiskey they all share after a show and Nick and Jeff are still so high on the performance that they giggle their way to the back of the bus (“Keep it down, you two!” David warns from his closed bunk).

Wes watches the couple go with a smile and fond roll of his eyes before turning to Blaine who, at this moment, wishes he was able to sleep this soon after a show. His heart rate may have dropped thanks to his after show ritual of leaning against a backstage wall of a venue and closing his eyes, but he’s still not tired.

Wes turns to look at him with the same smile he gave Jeff and Nick before it turns to more of a smirk, “So...Kurt.” He says.

Blaine sighs, “It just sort of...happened.”

“You’re not about to give me the whole ‘I tripped and fell on his dick’ excuse, are you?” Wes asks.

Blaine laughs and shakes his head, “No, it wasn’t an accident. But I was yelling at him about my mic from sound check…”

“Which you know wasn’t his fault, right?” Wes interrupts.

“Yeah, I know.” Blaine says, even if that had been his original assumption, “And then he basically said I could keep yelling or we could sleep together. I took option two.”

Wes hums thoughtfully, “So what happens now?”

“I don’t know.” Blaine shrugs, “We didn’t exactly cuddle and talk about our future afterwards. And he more or less ignored me at the show.”

“Is it something you’d want to pursue?” Wes asks.

Blaine sighs roughly, “I don’t know that either. Maybe? I mean, the sex was great. Like, really great.”

“I don’t need measurements.” Wes deadpans.

Blaine throws a throw pillow at him from the couch he’s sitting on. Wes catches it on the other couch and leaves it on his lap, “Anyway,” Blaine continues, “I don’t think he would want to.”

“You don’t think he would want to? Or you would want to?” Wes asks.

Blaine scrunches his face thoughtfully, “Both?” He says, “I mean, he’s been nothing but a dick to me, he probably hates me, and it’s not good to get into a relationship with someone you work with.”

Wes sighs, “Okay, first of all, I told you before he doesn’t hate you. He’s not overly nice to any of us. Has he ever been overtly mean?” Blaine shakes his head and Wes gestures toward him with a hand, “See? He’s not mean or hateful. He’s just...removed. And maybe there’s a good reason for that. We don’t know.” Blaine nods, thoughtfully, “And as for getting involved with someone you work with? It’s not like you suddenly started sleeping with David.”

“He couldn’t handle me.” They hear the muffled call from the bunk area of the bus and both turn with a laugh. A private conversation isn’t really a thing with the five of them, especially not on the tour bus. Blaine’s sure David has heard the whole conversation and that depending on how involved with each other they are at the moment Jeff and Nick have heard it too.

Wes sighs and leans forward to tap Blaine’s knee, “Look, I’m glad you had fun this afternoon. And maybe that’s all it’ll be. But my advice, that you didn’t ask for but I’m giving anyway, is that you talk to Kurt about it. Maybe this could turn into something.”

Blaine nods with a sigh. Talk to Kurt. Sounds so simple. If only Kurt would say more than two words to him at a time.

— — —

Blaine usually loves days off. They don’t have a show in Bismarck until tomorrow night and he usually loves to find something city-specific to do when he has free time.

Today, his head is too full and distracted to enjoy the city. He finds himself grabbing a coffee and going to the venue (Charlie, who he’s worked closely with for four years and has a good friendship with even though he technically works for Blaine, gives him a hard time for being a workaholic) just to walk around.

There is a basketball game that night and Blaine walks among the crew setting up for the event, making sure his credentials are fully displayed just in case someone wonders why he’s wandering around. They still probably wonder why he’s there, but they don’t question him and for a while he sits in a seat near the top of the bowl and watches a man buff the court.

He knows Charlie is around (probably a few rows behind him) but thankfully he doesn’t try to make conversation.

Blaine has no idea why Kurt’s got his head spinning so much. For all intents and purposes what they had could be classified as a one night stand (or a one afternoon stand…) and while Blaine hasn’t often partaken in that pastime, he has had a couple. Sure it may be a bit strange to work with Kurt afterwards, but like Wes said it’s not like he’d slept with one of his bandmates out of the blue. His professional interactions with Kurt are minimal when it comes to the face to face, so their getting off together really doesn’t have to affect anything.

It’s just that Blaine can’t get Kurt out of his head. He wishes he could, but he finds that Kurt is all he can think about. Whether he’s thinking about ways to make Kurt be more friendly, or thinking about Kurt’s hands or tongue on his body, his mind lands on Kurt related thoughts more often than it doesn’t.

He wonders what Kurt is doing today. Is he enjoying the sights of the city? Is he finding another companion to get close to (Blaine has an immediate negative reaction to that thought)? Or is he overthinking everything like Blaine? Can he not get Blaine off his mind?

Blaine shakes his head at that. Kurt doesn’t strike him as the type to overthink things or pine after someone. But that doesn’t stop Blaine from doing so with Kurt.

He sighs as he continues to watch the man buffing the floor (he’s now halfway done) and thinks this may not be a bad way to spend the day - staring down at a man just doing his job. Maybe Blaine will stay for the game tonight if they’ll let him. Empty his head of anything relating to his life.

A lot easier said than done…

— — —

The next afternoon, Blaine jogs down the stage stairs and toward the sound booth after sound check. He hasn’t said much to Kurt since getting to the venue and Kurt has been his usual aloof self, but Blaine had come to the decision last night that it would probably be best if they talked about what happened. Even if Kurt says that’s all he had wanted, at least Blaine would know.

“Hey!” He says, trying to sound upbeat as he hands Kurt his ear pieces and microphone, “Can we talk?”

Kurt makes brief eye contact with him before shrugging and handing the equipment to the assistant sound engineer to deal with. He follows Blaine back to his dressing room (this time a pale pink door with his name on the front printed on white computer paper) and once they’re inside Blaine spins to begin talking to find Kurt unbuttoning his shirt.

“I don’t have a lot of time.” Kurt is saying as Blaine stares at him, “We gotta make this quick.”

Blaine splutters as Kurt gets to the bottom of his shirt and lets it hang open over his undershirt as he brings a foot up to take his shoes off. Blaine just stares and when Kurt’s got his hands on his second shoe he stops and looks at Blaine with a quirked brow.

“Why aren’t you undressing?” Kurt asks.

Blaine swallows and finds his voice, “That’s...not really why I asked to talk to you.”

Kurt lets his foot drop with a soft thud on the carpet and stares blankly at Blaine, “Then what did you want to talk about?” He asks and Blaine gets a sudden feeling that even though Kurt asked for more information that he’s not particularly interested in hearing it.

“I…” Blaine starts, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened.”

Kurt shrugs, “We had sex. It was fun.”

End of story.

“So, that’s it?” Blaine asks.

Kurt furrows his brows, “I’m not...looking to date you.” He says, slowly, “If that’s what you’re after then maybe we should just leave it at that afternoon.”

Blaine tries not to feel offended at Kurt saying he’s not looking to date him. He had prepared for many different responses, Kurt not wanting to date being one of them, but he feels like he would have felt better if Kurt had left off the ‘you’ part of the sentence.

He nods after a moment, “I’m not looking to date you either.” He says.

Kurt nods too, but he’s still looking at Blaine with a wary expression, “Okay. Good. We’re on the same page.” He says and Blaine nods, “Are we going to still keep having fun?”

Blaine had thought his answer to that question would be no. He wasn’t going to be heartbroken if Kurt didn’t want to date him but to continue a purely sexual relationship? He wasn’t sure he has that in.

But now, looking at Kurt with one shoe off and his shirt undone, Blaine can’t remember why he thought continuing a purely sexual relationship was a bad thing.

He nods again, still staring at Kurt’s chest, and can just see Kurt smirk from from above his line of sight before Kurt is advancing and pushing him back against the wall, connecting them in a kiss that leaves Blaine breathless from the start.

— — —

Having regular sex is awesome. Blaine knows that studies have shown the positive effects of regular sexual release with a partner, but he’s always surprised when it happens to him.

He’s more relaxed and yet more focussed than he’s been in a long time. He writes three new songs in the span of a weekend (one of which is written with Kurt asleep beside him) and bounces back from ‘show hangover’ quicker than usual.

He and Kurt meet up at least once every two days, though once they did manage to meet up and have a combined seven orgasms between them in the span of twenty-four hours (Blaine says that Kurt owes him one because Blaine lasted long enough for Kurt to get hard again after coming once).

The sex is fantastic. They advance to penetrative sex a week after starting their arrangement (once time and supplies were available to them) and now it’s a mixture of all manners of sex to get each other off. They perfect the art of the quick orgasm as they often meet up in Blaine’s dressing room after sound check but before Blaine is whisked away to another engagement.

A few times there hasn’t been a soft surface in Blaine’s dressing room so they’ve had to resort to sex on one of the busses. Blaine always insists they go to Kurt’s bunk on the crew bus.

“Can I ask you something?” Kurt asks, one such time. They’re in Sacramento and Blaine feels like a cat in the sun as he stretches even though there is little direct light in the bunk area of the bus.

Blaine glances over at Kurt before answering. Kurt is stretched on his side next to Blaine (with his back to the wall of the bunk), head propped up on an upturned hand while he looks down at Blaine lying on his back in front of him. He seems just as relaxed as Blaine and Blaine marvels at the changes he’s seen in Kurt’s personality over their time ‘together’. He’s still aloof and standoffish most of the time but especially during these times, right after they’ve slept together, he’s open and joyful in a way Blaine wants to nurture.

“Sure.” He says, bringing an elbow up to rest under his head. His elbow hangs over the edge of the bunk (the bunks are barely big enough for one person left alone two fully grown men - even if Blaine is on the smaller side)

“Why do we never fuck in your bus?” Kurt asks, “I’m sure you’ve got your own king size bed and yet you always insist on doing it here.”

Blaine hums, “First of all, how come you haven’t brought this up until now? We’ve been doing this for almost two months.”

Kurt rolls his eyes and Blaine is instantly regretful of his remark, fearing Kurt will go back to being dismissive.

“Because whenever we make the decision I’m more interested in the orgasm then I am in the location.” Kurt answers with a smirk and Blaine inwardly sighs in relief.

“Ah.” He answers with his own smile, “Makes perfect sense. My second point though is...there is more privacy here. I don’t have a king size bed in the bus. We have bunks the same as you do and one or more of the guys is usually around.”

“Bullshit.” Kurt answers and there’s a bite to his voice.

Blaine shifts and looks at Kurt in surprise, “Why does that surprise you?”

“Because you’re one of the most popular bands in America right now. You could probably afford five individual busses at this point but you’re also the lead singer. I’m sure that garners special treatment.” Kurt explains.

Blaine pouts thoughtfully, “I’ve never seen it that way. We’re in this together. All five of us are equally important and it would get lonely being on a bus by myself. I like having the guys around.”

Kurt scoffs, “Can’t even be famous right.” He mumbles.

Blaine’s brow furrows, “Excuse me?”

Kurt sighs before pulling the curtain to the bunk open roughly and climbing over Blaine. He lands softly on the ground and starts to pick up the clothes they had left scattered, tossing Blaine his as he gets dressed himself.

“You have been given every opportunity and you act like nothing is different. You are FAMOUS, Blaine.” Kurt says.

“I’m aware of that.” Blaine says but Kurt isn’t really listening.

“You are famous and you should act like it.” Kurt continues.

Blaine hugs his jeans to his chest and looks at Kurt curiously, “How does one act famous?”

Kurt huffs, “I don’t know!” He shouts angrily.

“Kurt, I’m confused.” Blaine says, “You’re mad because I’m not being famous correctly but you don’t know how a famous person should act?”

Kurt stops putting his socks on and looks up at Blaine with blazing eyes. Blaine has seen Kurt aloof, in the throws of passion, and even relaxed and sort of sweet after their encounters. He’s never seen him angry.

“Of course I don’t.” He seethes, “I’m not the famous one.”

Kurt grabs his shoes from the ground and stalks off the bus in only his socks. Blaine is left blinking owlishly at the spot the other man just left. He’s confused and a little angry himself. What was Kurt going on about? There isn’t one way to be famous and there certainly isn’t one right way. Famous people are just regular people trying and sometimes fucking up but doing it all in the eyes of the public.

Blaine gets dressed slowly, his head still spinning, and exits the bus. He shields his eyes against the bright Sacramento sun but he becomes aware very quickly that it’s not only the sun he’s shielding his eyes from.

Flashbulbs are going off all around him and he blinks as they leave him temporarily blinded. People are shouting questions at him that he can’t really hear because they are layering on top of each other. The paps are here. Perfect timing.

Normally, Blaine would be able to think of his own exit strategy but after the sex and his fight with Kurt his brain is a little slow. Luckily, Charlie swoops in and grabs him by the arm, more or less dragging him through the throng of people and into a waiting SUV on the street.

Blaine lands on the seat and immediately leans his head back against the headrest as Charlie gets into the driver’s seat, “Thanks.” Blaine says.

“I’m never far away.” Charlie says, looking at him through the rear view mirror. Blaine nods his thanks again. He knows Charlie knows he’s sleeping with Kurt, hell he’s sure half the tour knows it, but he’s even more grateful to Charlie for giving him and Kurt space while still being around.

Charlie pulls away from the curb and Blaine’s not even sure where they’re going. He can still see flashbulbs going off behind them as they drive away.

He sighs and lays his head back against the headrest, intent to try and slow his heart rate and let Charlie deal with the logistics.

It’s a few moments later though that Charlie clears his throat from the front seat and Blaine picks his head up to look at him. Charlie is once again looking at him through the rear view mirror, his soft grey eyes holding a look of concern.

“I didn’t know whether to bring it up or not…” He says hesitantly and Blaine furrows his eyebrows. It’s been a while since Charlie felt like he couldn’t be open with Blaine about anything, “but ummmm did you get a chance to look in the mirror before you left the bus?”

Blaine furrows his brows further. What?

He tries to catch his reflection in the window but it doesn’t really show him much.

“Here.” Charlie says, before he’s pulling over and putting the car into park. He turns the rearview mirror so that it more faces Blaine and Blaine shifts to be able to look into it.

He’s instantly horrified.

He looks freshly fucked. And while yes, that’s exactly what he is, the tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and oh god hickeys are clear markers to anyone...including the paparazzi who just took about a million pictures of him...that he had just been sleeping with someone.

Charlie winces once he knows Blaine gets it.

Blaine knows that Kurt is wrong that there isn’t one right way to be famous...but this is definitely a WRONG way to be famous.

— — —

Blaine sits slumped in the conference room chair he’s in. It’s not often they have conference room meetings but back when they were younger and just starting out, conference room meetings were scheduled whenever any one of them stepped out of line and did something that could ruin the imagine of the band.

They happened a lot back then. They were still learning what wasn’t acceptable to do as humans let alone what was acceptable in the public eye. Blaine was the subject of fewer conference room meetings than his bandmates back then (Jeff is the reigning champion for most) but this one today, is all about him.

Clarissa, their publicist, sits at the head of the table. She’s got her head in her hands as she looks down at the papers in front of her. Blaine knows what those papers are. They are magazines (both credible and not so credible) reporting on ‘Blaine Anderson’s Tour Tryst’. Blaine hasn’t read or looked at a single one, but he knows they all say a variation of the same thing. ‘Illicit meetings’, ‘dating a crew member’, ‘is Kurt using Blaine to get a raise?’.

Blaine knows the paps don’t have Kurt’s name, or even any pictures of him, but they know (or at least heavily assume) it’s a crew member. Blaine looks around at his bandmates around the table and wonders why Kurt isn’t actually at this meeting. He’s sort of glad he isn’t.

“Look at you go, Blainers.” Jeff says, breaking the minutes long silence. Clarissa hasn’t even said anything yet, “Getting your very own scandal.”

“Sterling.” Clarissa says to the papers on the table, not lifting her head, “Shut. Up.”

Jeff, to his credit, does just that with a sheepish grin before Clarissa picks her head up and shakes it a couple of times, possibly to clear it.

“All right. So, this is what we’re going to do.” She says and doesn’t care to check if they’re paying attention, she knows they are. When Clarissa talks, you listen, “The four of you,” She gestures to Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff in turn (her finger and gaze lingering slightly longer on Jeff who looks at her innocently), “are going to keep your mouths shut. You have no comment on anything. At all. For the next little while.”

The four men nod their agreement. She nods at them before turning to Blaine.

“And you,” She says with a point, “are going to tell me who it is you’re sleeping with so he and I can have a little chat. Oh god,” Her eyes widen as she looks off into the distance and then at Blaine, “it IS a guy right? I don’t think I have it in me to deal with it being a woman.”

Blaine almost laughs, almost, “It’s a guy.” He says simply.

Clarissa nods and takes a deep breath, “Right. And then after you are doing an interview with Ellen where you will say that overall you have no comment.”

Blaine blinks at her before nodding. He has no problem with that. He doesn’t like the fact that at this point the whole tour knows he’s sleeping with Kurt, so he’s totally okay with the world not knowing.

Clarissa nods back at him and takes another deep breath. She’s been their publicist since the beginning so he’s seen her like this quite a bit (re: aforementioned plethora of conference room meetings when they were first starting out) but not for a while. Blaine really like Clarissa and he feels guilty for having put her through this, even if it is her job.

“Okay.” She says with a deep sigh, “Now, I have some questions for you, Blaine, about the nature of this relationship. Do you want the others here for that?”

Blaine swallows. It’s not like he’s a stranger to such conversations. He had one with Clarissa when he first started dating Marcus, but with Marcus Blaine had known exactly where they stood and could answer Clarissa’s questions no problem. With Kurt? Blaine’s not even sure if there’s still anything between them considering how they left things, but he’s also not sure how to classify their relationship to Clarissa. Fuck buddies doesn’t seem appropriate for a business meeting, but they aren’t even really friends with benefits because they aren’t really friends.

And why does Blaine feel like even if ‘fuck buddies’ was an appropriate term to use professionally...that it’s a lie?

Clarissa gives him an expectant head shake, her full head of auburn curls shaking with the movement, when he doesn’t answer and he shakes himself out of his thoughts to answer, “Ummm, you guys can go.” He says.

He gets weird looks from his friends but they don’t say anything as they leave. The five of them have no secrets from each other. Usually it wouldn’t have even been a question that they would stay for the whole meeting, but Blaine feels like he’s on shaky ground and the less people around to watch him tremble at the moment, the better.

Clarissa waits until the door is closed before pulling out her phone and opening her notes app, “All right, Blaine, first up: who is it?”

“Kurt Hummel.” Blaine says to the table in front of him.

Clarissa hums but otherwise doesn’t comment, she’s good at her job, “And how long has this been going on?”

“A little over two months.” Blaine answers. Another easy question. There is a definite timeline, if nothing else.

Clarissa makes a note and then looks back up to him, “Is it serious?”

Blaine lets out a crazed laugh at this that he wasn’t expecting. It’s more bark than anything else actually, and Clarissa gives him a strange look.

Blaine wipes a hand over his mouth. Is it serious? No. That’s the answer he should give. But...ever since Kurt left the bus three days ago, Blaine’s head has been in a tailspin.

Kurt’s words had hurt and confused him and while they hadn’t really been fighting about their arrangement, Kurt leaving had felt to Blaine like a break up. He’d been thinking about it a lot since. How lately he’d done everything he could to make Kurt get that happy, relaxed expression on his face, and that how when he was able to do it outside of sex it was even more satisfying somehow. How, when Kurt wasn’t available or not around, like on free days, Blaine would think about him potentially being with someone else and it made him feel nauseous. How getting to see Kurt was the best part of his day, sex or no sex.

Blaine feels his palms begin to sweat as he goes over all it in his head again. He has feelings for Kurt. Feelings for Kurt that extend further than wanting to simply sleep with him.

Feelings for Kurt he’s now going to basically have to share with his publicist, after just realizing them, before he even shares them with Kurt - if he ever decides or gets to share them with Kurt.

He looks up at Clarissa, who is staring at him expectantly again, and blinks, “I don’t know.” He answers.

Clarissa nods, apparently this answer isn’t detrimental, “Okay, that’s a conversation we can have with Kurt.”

Blaine pulls ups short, “Woah, what?” Clarissa looks at him, confused, “We?” He says gesturing between himself and the publicist, “Are not going to have anything with Kurt.”

Clarissa rolls her eyes, “Well, of course, you two would be having the conversation. But it’s fairly simple. It’s just a question.”

Clarissa has a different view on the world, at least when it comes to her clients. Whatever’s easiest to get the simplest, cleanest message out there. She doesn’t seem to realize that it’s not just a simple question.

Blaine shakes his head, “Kurt and I aren’t even together.” He says and Clarissa’s head snaps up from where she had been typing on her phone.

“What?” She asks.

“We aren’t together. We are, or at least were, just sleeping together.” Blaine clarifies.

Clarissa shakes her head, “But you’re Blaine. You don’t do that.”

She’s right, he doesn’t do that....

“Well, that’s what we were doing. Or are doing. I don’t know. But it’s not a simple conversation.” He says.

Clarissa puts her hands to her head and massages her temples, “I can��t process this right now.” Yeah, that makes two of us, Blaine thinks but figures they are talking about slightly different things, “I need to talk to Kurt and make sure he knows the rules. You need to figure out what the fuck’s going on and tell me so I can spin this into something that doesn’t make you look like a manwhore.”

Blaine really likes Clarissa, but he sometimes wonders if she likes them very much.

“Call me.” She says and then she’s gone.

Blaine leans his head on the table in front of him when he’s alone. He hasn’t spoken to Kurt in three days, as per Clarissa’s instructions (he wasn’t allowed to really interact with any crew members before she could get to him), and he has a strong desire to see him and talk to him, as well as an equally strong desire to stay as far away from him as possible.

He doesn’t know what Kurt’s thinking or how he’s feeling and with Blaine’s new (or rather newly discovered) feelings he feels like a raw and exposed nerve. He feels like talking to Kurt will either soothe him or cause him to fray even more.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the luxury to think about that right now (though of course he still will). He has an interview to get ready for. At least he has a good relationship with Ellen Degerenes. That should work in his favour.

— — —

He and Kurt are put into a room together like bickering school children later that day.

Blaine still has makeup on from his interview, which had gone well enough in Blaine’s (and thankfully Clarissa’s) opinion. Ellen had been lovely as usual - she’d asked him about the tour, about the band, and then about the pictures.

“I have no comment about those.” Blaine had answer dutifully because he really doesn’t. It’s no one’s business but his and Kurt’s...it just so happens everyone else disagrees.

He and Kurt sit opposite each other in a room at the venue. It’s different from a conference room because there isn’t a large table and chairs but instead smaller clusters of couches, comfy chairs, ottomans, and small tables. Blaine’s not sure what this room could be used for but at least it doesn’t feel so formal as he and Kurt sit in comfy chairs with a small circular table between them.

They haven’t spoken since they entered the room almost ten minutes ago and they’ve made very little eye contact (which is why Blaine knows so much about the room - the couches have tiny red x’s stitched into them) but Blaine can feel Kurt. It’s like now that he realized he has feelings for the other man, Kurt has gotten into his every cell.

“So, Clarissa seems fun.” Kurt snarks, breaking the silence.

Blaine chuckles, “She’s intense but very good at her job.”

Kurt nods, “She told me I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone we were fucking.”

“Were you planning on it?” Blaine asks.

Kurt shrugs, “Not really. I mean my dad, but I tell my dad everything and he’s not really one to go blabbing stuff around, especially not about his son’s relationships.”

Blaine feels a pull in his chest at the word ‘relationships’ but tries to tamp it down. It’s a word that describes a lot of different situations. He tells his overexcited heart to calm the fuck down.

“Fame isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” Blaine says, next. He’s not sure if he’s acknowledging Kurt’s understanding that any romantic relationship Blaine may get into has to be treated differently than a non-famous person, or if he’s calling back to their fight but whichever it is it causes Kurt to scowl.

“I don’t need lessons on fame from you.” He bites.

Blaine sighs, “I wasn’t trying to give you a lesson on fame.” He says.

Kurt recrosses his leg even tighter over the other and crosses his arms, “Not everyone wants to be famous.” He says, not making eye contact.

“I didn’t say everyone does.” Blaine defends.

“Some people are very happy with the simple non-famous lives they are living.” Kurt continues.

“I know that.” Blaine says and he’s suddenly very confused about the conversation they’re having. They’re supposed to be talking about their arrangement. Figuring out what it all is so Clarissa can get ahead of any story. But that’s not what they’re talking about at all.

Kurt pouts thoughtfully at him and Blaine can see the same blaze in his eyes that he saw on the bus. It’s so different from Kurt’s detached, aloofness and his relaxed happiness. It’s a force. A force to be reckoned with.

While Blaine doesn’t necessarily like that that blaze is directing ire at him...he does actually prefer it to the aloofness.

“What’s going on?” Blaine asks.

Kurt narrows his eyes at him as if trying to figure out the question. Blaine himself isn’t sure exactly what he meant by the question, but he has a feeling that however Kurt chooses to interpret it is important.

Finally, Kurt licks his lips and looks up at the ceiling for a second. When he brings his gaze back down to look at him, Blaine can see tears glistening in his eyes. His heart lurches in his chest but he stays still and quiet.

“I resent you.” Kurt whispers, roughly. Blaine’s eyes widen in surprise but he doesn’t say anything and lets Kurt continue, “Not just you but...anyone who has fame. *I* want fame.” The blaze is back but it’s watery behind Kurt’s tears. He rolls his eyes and wipes under them with a rough hand, “I am talented and driven and so fabulous, and yet no one sees it.”

Blaine wants to say that he sees it, but he doesn’t think Kurt would appreciate the comment at the moment and he also doesn’t really know if Kurt has talent beyond sound engineering and fucking. And somehow he thinks Kurt wants fame for things other than that.

“No one’s ever seen it.” He whispers to himself with a far off look on his face. Blaine has a desire to know what, or who, Kurt is thinking about right now but Kurt continues, “So I went into sound engineering.” He shrugs and a hint of the aloofness is back with a flick of his hair, “I’m good at it, hell I’m great at it, and it lets me taste the dream I’ve had since I was five. But...I resent the bands. All of them. So, in order to keep my job and not do something stupid, I stay detached. It’s easier. And then you come along.”

Blaine instantly feels, with that sentence, that he did something wrong simply by being in the band that employed Kurt.

“I thought I could remain detached and still have you,” Blaine’s heart leaps at the phrase ‘have you’, “but then you made me feel things, and it all came up to the surface.”

Blaine feels his mouth go dry and his heart soars with hope, “I made you feel things?”

“Not all of them were good things.” Kurt says and Blaine pulls up short, “But most of them were. But with the good comes the bad, and all that resentment I was able to suppress for so long came out. And then you went and got yourself photographed looking thoroughly fucked…”

“I had been.” Blaine says in a shocked whisper.

Kurt rolls his eyes but there’s no bite to it, “Yes, well, sound engineering isn’t the only thing I do well.”

This makes Blaine laugh and some of the tension in the room dissipates as Kurt chuckles with him. The tension settles back in however as Kurt levels him with a stare that makes Blaine go quiet.

“What I’m trying to say is…” Kurt continues, “I have a lot of feelings and trying to deal with them in this current situation is kind of unbearable.”

Blaine nods, “I get that.” He does, if he didn’t have to deal with all this he wouldn’t. But does that mean Kurt’s going to leave? Leaving would probably solve a lot of their problems (and make Clarissa’s life easier) except for the bruise it would leave on Blaine’s heart.

“I need to ask you something.” The phrase is so similar to the one that had started this strange series of events that Blaine is almost afraid to let him ask it. He nods anyway to let Kurt know he can continue, “And your answer will sort of make up my mind on a lot of things.” Blaine nods again. No pressure. Great. Kurt takes a deep breath, “Clarissa told me what you were going to say on Ellen today and I need to know if it’s true.”

Blaine casts his mind back to the talking points Clarissa had given him and tries to pinpoint which one Kurt is asking about. There wasn’t much that had to do with Kurt and most of it he answered with some version of ‘no comment’ except…

“So, Blaine Anderson,” Ellen had said in that way of hers that makes the audience scream because they know she’s going to ask something scandalous, “Are you currently in a relationship?”

The audience screamed again and then went silent as Blaine chuckled and smiled, “No, Ellen, I am not currently in a relationship.”

Blaine looks at Kurt to find the other man looking at him with a guarded expression. He knows the answer he’d like to give, and the answer he probably should give. His mind wars with the two before he settles on something in between, “I think I don’t want it to be true.”

Kurt takes a shaky breath in and exhales just as shakily before giving Blaine a trembling smile. Blaine feels his heart speed up in his chest, “Good answer.” Kurt breathes and then he’s laughing. It’s a happy laugh and Blaine feels his face light up at the sound.

Eventually, Kurt quiets down and takes another deep breath in before looking at Blaine, “I still have a lot of negative feelings.” He says.

Blaine nods, “I understand. But…” He starts and Kurt looks up at him when he pauses, “I’d love to, if you’d let me, talk to you about them and see if we can work them out.”

Kurt licks his lips and gives Blaine a small smile, “I think I’d like that.”

They are quiet for a while, just looking at each other with small smiles before Blaine ducks his head shyly, “So...what does this mean?”

Kurt nods like he figured this question was coming. He sits up a little straighter and a little bit of that blaze is back, but this time it’s not negatively directed at Blaine, “It means we continue fucking.” He says seriously and Blaine blinks at him, “But that we do it while dating.”

Blaine laughs and nods, “I like that. Fucking while dating.”

Kurt shrugs, “Or, you know, after dating, before dating. The precise timeline for fucking is flexible but...there will be dating.”

“There will be dating.” Blaine repeats and the pair smile at each other again, “Can I kiss you?” Blaine asks.

Kurt bites his lip around a smile and nods. They meet in the middle, over the small table between them, and Blaine cups Kurt’s face to bring it towards himself. It’s a lot different than their first kiss, or really any of the other kisses they’ve shared since starting this whole thing. It feels lighter than all the others, but not in intensity just in general mood. It’s so light that they both end up chuckling into the kiss for no particular reason and soon it’s more a press of teeth as they laugh.

“Have you killed each other yet?” They pull apart as the door opens and Clarissa walks in without knocking, “Oh!” She pulls up short when she sees them, eyes wide before they narrow and she points at them with the hand currently clutching her phone, “Is this distraction kissing or ‘we’re together’ kissing because I’m okay with the latter but not the former.”

Blaine chuckles and looks at Kurt who shrugs, “‘We’re together’ kissing.” Blaine answers with a smile at Kurt.

Clarissa smiles at him fondly, clutching her phone to her chest for a brief moment before her face hardens and she points at them again, “This I can work with, but we need to have a meeting to go over more specific logistics, and for the love of God Blaine, at least for the time being, cool it on the hickeys.”

“Tell him that.” Blaine says, gesturing to Kurt who smacks him up the side of the head. Blaine chuckles and dodges any further attacks as Kurt gives him another bit lip smile (which are definitely becoming one of Blaine’s favourite sights).

Clarissa rolls her eyes, “All right, out you get. I need this room and you have a show to get ready for.” She says that to both of them and they nod, getting up out of their seats.

As they pass, Clarissa nudges Blaine’s shoulder with her own and when he looks over she’s smiling at him again. He smiles back before following Kurt out of the room.

— — —

Dating and sleeping with Kurt is even better than just sleeping with Kurt. After that afternoon, Kurt lets the aloofness drop and becomes more open with his emotions. They aren’t always pleasant emotions, but no one’s emotions are always pleasant.

They are used to being careful in terms of sleeping together, but finding covert ways to go out on dates is hard. Luckily it won’t have to be for long. Clarissa told them that once there is some distance between them and the paparazzi pictures from that morning, they can slowly start to release their relationship to the media.

Blaine knows it’s a steep learning curve for Kurt, how to be in a relationship with a famous person, but Blaine doesn’t bring overt attention to that. He knows Kurt can handle himself and he also knows Kurt wouldn’t appreciate the reminder of just how famous Blaine is.

“Come on.” Blaine whines one night after a show two weeks later as he and Kurt walk out to the busses, hands brushing subtly as they walk, “At least come in for a while. You don’t have to ride with us, even though I want you to, but just hang out with us.”

Kurt shakes his head, “No, that’s your bus. You never have crew on your bus after a show. It’s always you five.”

“But you’re not just crew.” Blaine says, stopping Kurt when they get behind one of the crew busses and leaning in to kiss him against it.

Kurt lets himself be kissed for a second before he pushes Blaine away gently, “Maybe not to you, but to them I am.”

Blaine shakes his head. He just wants Kurt around. He’s riding his usual after show high and right now he sort of just wants to...touch Kurt and be around Kurt and be surrounded by Kurt. He feels a little drunk to be honest even though he hasn’t touched a drop of alcohol.

“They don't. I promise.” He says but Kurt rolls his eyes. Blaine huffs, “Then I’ll come hang out in the crew bus.”

Kurt scoffs, “Hard pass. I already get enough shit for dating the talent. Don’t want to add fuel to the fire.”

Blaine pouts, he’s losing his high, “Fine.” He says, “Go back to your bus. I’ll go to mine. When you get over yourself, I’ll be here.”

He stalks away and into the dark entryway of his bus. He can hear the boys joking and laughing, and usually that fills him with happiness, but tonight he wants to be with Kurt. He wants Kurt to follow him and say he’s sorry for being difficult and that of course he’ll spend the evening with them.

He doesn’t though and Blaine makes his way into the brighter lit main area of the bus.

“Blaine!” Jeff enthuses from his spot leaning sideways against Nick, “It’s time for our shot.”

“This one was getting antsy.” Nick comments.

“He wouldn’t shut up about the fact that you weren’t here.” David says from his spot across from them.

“Sorry.” Blaine says simply, sitting down between Wes and David.

“Where’s Kurt?” Wes asks, conversationally, as Jeff pours their shot of whiskey.

Blaine shrugs, “On the crew bus.” He says, accepting his glass.

They take their shot and Blaine enjoys the burn of the alcohol down his throat and the feeling of tradition. He wishes Kurt had come with him but he’s happy here too.

The five split off into different activities after that. Nick and Jeff start whispering and David pulls out his phone to undoubtedly play Candy Crush. Wes, meanwhile, puts an arm around Blaine shoulders and pats one.

“You happy, Blaine?” He asks.

Blaine nods, despite the strangeness of the conversation outside, “Yeah, I am. You?”

Wes nods, “I am.”

Blaine nods back at him and they smile at each other until Blaine sees movement behind Wes’ head. He shifts his gaze to find Kurt standing at the entrance to the main area of the bus. He looks simultaneously nervous and determined and Blaine’s heart speeds up.

“Hey.” He says, getting up and leaving Wes on the couch.

“Hey.” Kurt says, “I’m sorry.” He sighs, “I wanted to spend time with you too but...my lovely hangups got in the way.” He makes a joke of it but Blaine can tell he’s sincere.

“I told you I understand. As long as you talk to me about it.” Blaine says.

Kurt nods, “I’m trying.”

Blaine can see that. He smiles encouragingly at Kurt and holds his hand out. Kurt takes it and the pair make their way further into the bus. They sit side by side on the opposite couch from Wes and the other man smiles at them, “Good of you to join us, Kurt.” He says.

Kurt nods and smiles, “Thanks.”

“I’m not going to get any sleep tonight, am I.” David says, it’s not a question, “With the four of you.” He gestures between Nick and Jeff and Blaine and Kurt.

Jeff giggles while Nick and Blaine roll their eyes, and Kurt looks vaguely shocked, “You love it, David.” Jeff says and David rolls his eyes.

“Well, I think I’ll go try to get to sleep now so I can try and sleep through the noise.” David says and slaps hands with all four members of the band before smiling at Kurt, “Night Kurt.”

“Night.” Kurt says, softly.

The others stay up for a little while longer. They talk, they joke, and eventually Kurt obviously feels comfortable enough to lean into Blaine’s side. Blaine’s heart leaps and he subtly moves his hand onto Kurt’s thigh. Kurt grabs his hand in both of his and holds it there.

They sit that way until the other three head off to bed (Wes reminds Nick and Jeff to keep it down) and then Kurt picks his head up, “I can see why you’d want to be on a bus with them.” He says.

Blaine smiles, “It’s a brotherhood. A bus of my own would be so lonely. The option has been offered to me more than once, though.”

Kurt sighs, “You’re such a good person.”

Blaine laughs softly, “I try? But as far as the fame goes?” He shrugs, “My original goal was to make art and help people. Being famous means I can do both.”

Kurt purses his lips, “Maybe that’s why people like you should become famous and people like me shouldn’t.” Blaine tilts his head curiously, “I totally would have taken the solo bus.”

Blaine chuckles, “You are only twenty-five, Kurt. Your chance to become famous is far from over.”

Kurt shrugs, “Maybe. But I think right now I’m happy where I am.”

Blaine looks into Kurt’s eyes and sees sincerity, mixed with the blaze that never really goes away now-a-days. But Blaine has come to LOVE it, hell, he’s come to love Kurt.

His breath catches at the thought. He loves Kurt.

“I love you.” He whispers without consciously deciding to say it outloud.

Kurt blinks at him and is quiet for a long moment. Blaine thinks he should feel nervous about Kurt’s reaction, or maybe upset that he hasn’t responded, but instead he feels content to have said it (even if that compulsion was only seconds old when he followed it).

He smiles softly at Kurt and leans his head against the back of couch, “You don’t have to…”

“I love you, too.” Kurt interrupts and Blaine can feel his face split into an ear-to-ear grin.

Kurt gives him his favourite bit lip smile and they stare at each other, sappily in love.

“Oh just get on with it. You can’t NOT sleep together after that.” David calls from the back of the bus.

Kurt and Blaine turn to look back at the dark space and burst out laughing simultaneously.

“No privacy.” Blaine says with a shrug.

Kurt licks his lips and grabs Blaine’s hand, pulling him to his feet and kissing him briefly before pulling away, “Then let’s give them a show.”

Blaine loses his breath as he stares into Kurt’s eyes. Kurt smirks at him before tilting his head back to the bunks. Blaine snaps out of his stupor before nodding and letting Kurt lead him back to his bunk.

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