#also sorry it looks sh*t I made half of it on my phone drawing with my finger cuz I was too lazy to get my iPad
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I was bored and I came up with a little comic idea
Is it cute? Is it cringe? I guess I’ll let others be the judge of that
#also sorry it looks sh*t I made half of it on my phone drawing with my finger cuz I was too lazy to get my iPad#also soulmate things with the Traveler are so freaking funny#the one where it shows you the distance between you and your soulmate#and it’s like#billions and billions of miles away ahfjagsjagaj#genshin impact#art#mini comic#lumine#aether#Xiao#venti#xiaolumi#xiaoaether#venlumi#venaether#venti x aether#xiao x aether#xiao x lumine#venti x lumine#red string au#red string of destiny#red string of fate
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Elizabeths (Chapter I)
Pairing: Bad boy!Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: Cursing, death, mentions of suicide
Summary: Y/n is part of her high school’s most powerful and most popular clique, but she disapproves of the other girls’ behavior. When Y/n meets the new boy in school, Peter Parker, and begins dating him, what she has known to be her clique begins to unravel. Starting with the death of the clique leader, Liz Allan, one by one, people Y/n doesn’t like begin to die by her and Peter’s hands. Soon, she realizes that Peter is killing students he hates and begins to try to foil his plans, all while clashing with the new clique leader, Elizabeth “Betty” Brant.
Author: Dizzy
A/N: This is a Peter Parker AU I thought of doing. It’s a Heathers AU!!! This is going to follow a similar plot to Heathers, but of course, I won’t keep everything the exact same. Here, we meet our protaganist, Y/n, and our love interest, JD Peter.
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Dear Diary,
Today, Liz told me she teaches people about “real life”.
She said, “Real life sucks losers dry. If you wanna fuck with the eagles, you gotta learn to fly.”
I asked, “So you teach people how to fly?”
She said, yes.
I said, “You’re beautiful.”
“Y/n,” a voice pulled you away from your writing as they kicked your side.
You pulled your glasses off and looked up at the owner of the yellow skirt and white tights that kicked you.
“What the fuck, Lizzie?” You snapped, pushing Lizzie Jones’ foot away from you.
“Sorry, Y/n. Liz needs you in the commons. She said it’s urgent. Back me up, Betty.”
“Yeah, Y/n, Liz said you have to hit the commons pronto.” Betty stammered, her arms tight around her books.
“Fine. I’m coming.” You rose from your spot on the stairs and followed the other girls. “Do you know what it’s about?”
Lizzie looked back at you. “How the hell am I supposed to know? She just said to get you.”
As you turned the corner and into the madhouse that was the common area, you caught sight of the brown hair that was tied back with a red scrunchie.
“Hello, Liz.” You spoke softly, almost submissive to the girl.
“Y/n, there you are.” Liz smiled, her voice sickly sweet which made you think she’d want something from you.
If you knew anything about Liz Allan, it was that she always, always was nice when she wanted something from you.
“What is it you need, Liz?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I need you to help me get into Brad’s email to send Ass-trid Dumptruck. I want you to help me write a hot and heavy but realistically low-key essay that Astrid can’t help but read right now.”
“Liz, I don’t have anything against Astrid Dunstock.”
“You don’t have anything for her, either.” Liz replied, shoving the laptop into your hands. “Just get into the email so I can write her a sexy letter to fuel her shower nozzle masturbation for weeks.”
“Let me think about it.”
“Don’t think.” Liz scoffed. “Just do it.”
You groaned as the other girls giggled, holding the laptop in one arm and attempting to type with the other. You furrowed your brow as you took in a deep breath, annoyed at your own inability to fight against peer pressure.
“Betty, Y/n can’t possibly type with one hand. Bend over so she can work.” Liz smirk.
Betty gave you a look as you mouthed that you were sorry before the girl bent over in front of you and you began to type on the laptop, finding your way to Brad’s email.
This wasn’t the first time Liz was having you send emails from Brad’s account, so you already knew the password, mumbling to yourself about how ignorant Liz could be as you pulled up the draft email page.
“Alright, Liz. You’re in.”
“Why don’t you type it up, Y/n? My nails just got done and it’s hard to type with them.” Liz said, wiggling her fingers in front of you, her nails long and sharp like claws and done in her signature red color.
You knew she was lying, as she could never tell the truth. She just didn’t want to have the evidence trailed back to her.
“Come on, Liz. I don’t want to do this.” You said, throwing your arms down and turning to the other girl.
“Do you think I give a shit?” Liz snapped back. “Just write the fucking email and then we can move on with our lives. Besides, you’re the only one who could possibly get down Brad’s diction.”
“Go fuck yourself.” You mumbled as you turned around, feeling Betty giggle from beneath you.
“Would you like to speak up, Y/n?” Liz asked, moving to look at you from the side.
You gave her a smirk. “No, Liz. Now, why don’t you tell me what to write?”
Liz cleared her throat before speaking softly, her lips brushing against the hair by your ear, her breath hot and her voice soft, sending shivers down your spine.
“Okay, Y/n, why don’t we keep it short and simple? Get in and get out, just like Brad would.” Liz said.
“And you know that all too well.”
You could feel Liz press her sharp nail into your cheek, the pressure so sharp you thought she was about to draw blood. Your proud attitude quickly diminished as she huffed, taking her nail off your face as you sighed and quickly typed up the email.
“Alright. I’m done writing.” You announced, straightened up as you picked the laptop off of Betty’s back, and handed the laptop to Liz. “Just hit send and Astrid will get it right away.”
“Come on people, let’s give that leftover lunch money to people without lunches! Those tater tots you threw away are a delicacy in Africa! Their Thanksgiving dinner!” You could hear Ned scream into the crowd of students in the common area as you took a seat beside LIz at your regular lunch table.
“God, aren’t they fed yet?” Lizzie asked, taking a bite out of a french fry she took off your plate before flinging it back down on the plate, the ketchup splattering on the rest of your food. “Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa?”
“Oh, yeah. Pilgrims, Indians, tater tots.” You replied as you ate the other half of the french fry, “I heard it’s a real party continent.”
Liz rustled in her bag beside you, gaining your attention as you watched her pull out a clipboard and slam it down on the table. She gave you a smile as she proudly flipped her hair over her shoulder while she watched your face fall and you internally groaned.
“Y/n, guess what time it is?”
“Ouch, lunchtime poll.” You guessed, setting down the milk carton in your hand as you turned to her. “So, what’s the question?”
“Yeah, what’s the question?” Betty asked, earning a swift kick from Liz.
“Goddamn, Betty, you were on FaceTime with me when I thought of it.”
“Oh, right. I forgot.”
“Such a pillowcase.” Liz scoffed, pulling you up with her as she stood up and began leading you through the crowded tables and into the large aisle of the common room.
“This wouldn’t be about that bizarre dream you had the other night that were blabbing about on the phone would-”
“Oh, shut up. It is.” Liz cut you off. “I told Ned if he gave me another political topic, I would spit on him and he said if I didn’t want to do that, I’d have to think of my own poll.”
You shook your head, looking away from her as you scanned the large room. Your eyes landed on a boy you’ve never seen before, and being in a small town, a guy that looked like him, you would’ve recognized.
He caught your gaze, the boy who reminded you of James Dean as he slouched in his blue plastic chair, his leather jacket puffing out to the side to reveal the simple t-shirt he was wearing underneath. You couldn’t tell if it was the swooped dark brown hair or the Rebel Without a Cause lunchbox sat in front of him that made you think of the long dead actor, but the boy certainly knew how to get anyone’s attention.
Transfixed on the boy across the room, you felt a sharp pain in your knee as you crashed into the blue chair of one Cindy Moon. You grunted softly, your hand reaching towards your knee as you bent down to rub it soothingly.
Cindy turned, pulling her cardigan sweater tightly around her as the rest of her less stylish friends also turned as well, causing you to blush as you straighten up slightly, still a bit bent over as Cindy studied you for a moment.
“Oh gosh, sorry, Y/n.”
“Oh, Cindy…” You replied softly, the embarrassment hinting in your tone. “I’m, uh, sorry I didn’t make it to your birthday party last month.”
“That’s okay,” Cindy shook her head, “Your mom said you had a big date. Hell, I’d miss my own birthday party for a date.”
You laughed lightly with her for a moment, glancing over at Liz who was growing impatient as she watched the interaction.
“Don’t say that.” You playfully hit Cindy’s shoulder.
“Oh, Y/n/n, while you’re here, I found this the other day.” Cindy beamed, picking up her purse and rummaging through it until she pulled out a photo and handed it to you. “I think it's Halloween in second grade.”
“Oh, where we got so sick from the candy that a single spin on that carousel at the Halloween fair-”
“-had us throwing up uncontrollably.” Cindy laughed as she finished your sentence, the warm interaction between you two cut prematurely by Liz’s swift swing pulling you away and causing you to drop the photo.
“Hey, I was talking to someone!” You snapped, tearing away from her.
“Color me impressed. I thought you were finished playing Barbies with Cindy Moon.” Liz snapped.
If you didn’t know her any better, you’d have thought Liz was somehow jealous of your interaction with Cindy.
You followed her like a duckling, almost prancing to keep up with her as you approached the Country Club. You hated them just as much as the next, the daddy’s money boys and girls who were so pretentious they dressed as if they were always at the country club, hence their name.
“Oh, great, here comes Liz.” You could hear Brittany say as you and Liz approached.
You could feel Liz’s unabashed false pleasantness radiating off of her. You hated the Country Club as much as the next guy, but never as much as Liz Allan did.
“Hi, Brittany, love the blouse. Oh, let me steal a tater.” Liz greeted, her tone the same sickly sweet as the one she had had with you earlier in the lunch period.
Brittany watched with a similar fake smile plastered on her face as Liz turned her back to her, now facing you as she pushed the tater tot into her mouth with a single finger, doing a vomiting gesture before chewing and swallowing the tater tot and turning to Brittany and her group.
“Thanks. I got it at H&M.” Brittany smiled, turning to her group and back at Liz. “I totally blew my allowance.”
“That’s pretty very. Now check this out, David Dobrik gives you a Tesla and $2 million dollars and the same day you get to be on his channel, aliens come to earth and say they’ll blow up the planet in two days. What are you going to do?”
The table looked stunned for a moment and you watched as Flash chuckled, leaned back in his chair and put his sunglasses on. You rolled your eyes at the dramatic action as he started to speak.
“That’s easy. I’d just hand the wad over to my father. He has the best stock broker in the state. And then I would take that Tesla out for a joyride. Just me, babes, and a car to drive while I fuck a chick in the passanger’s seat.”
“How charming.” You rolled your eyes. “The world will be Pompeii in two days and you’re going to invest your money?”
“Man, my father’s broker could triple it, double it in two days.”
“If I had that money,” Brittany cut in, “I’d give it all to the poor.”
“Wow. You’re beautiful.” You smiled with a nod as Liz jerked you by the arm, pulling you away from the flabbergasted Brittany.
“If you’re openly going to be a bitch…”
“I’m sorry, it’s just why can’t we talk to other kinds of people?” Your voice coming out whinier than you anticipated.
“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa to you?” Liz asked, her tongue sharp as you walked alongside her. “If I did, I wouldn't mind talking to the Geek Squad.”
Your gaze followed along the extended arm and pointer finger of Liz’s body as you both made eye contact with one of the boys at the table, causing him to spill his milk all over himself in shock.
“Oh my god, Elizabeth Number One just made eye contact with me.” He blurted out, stumbling over his words as another boy chuckled.
“It must be love.” The other one replied before you tore your gaze away from them and looked up at Liz, who always seemed to tower over you with her bright red high heeled boots.
“Doesn’t it bother you that everyone at school thinks you’re a piranha?” You confront her, her eye roll in response making you feel like back peddling what you said.
“Like I give a shit.” She snapped so matter-of-factly. “They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I’m worshipped at Midtown and I’m only a junior.”
You groaned. “Just pretend you’re doing charity work. Like saving a couple of oiled up penguins in the Dawn commercials. Like this shit will look good on college essays.”
Liz looked at you in surprise, returning your statement with an eye roll as you had her convinced and she knew it. “Whatever. I don’t believe this shit. We’re going to a Columbia University party and I’m brushing up my conversational skills with the scum of the school.”
Dear Diary,
Sometimes I want to kill Liz Allan. She’s such a bitch saying, “I’m tall, dark, and beautiful. I’m such an individual because I look like a girl in a toothpaste commercial. I’m so hot Post Malone wanted to see my tits for backstage passes.” Damn, you Liz. You’re not special or a princess. All teenagers are the same. Didn’t you see Breakfast Club?
You pull the clipboard from Liz’s arms as you guide her to the Geek Squad with your hand on her lower back, in a similar way to how your father would push you along in lines at the grocery store. You two stood there awkwardly for a moment before elbowing Liz, causing her to jump.
“Alright. This is called a lunchtime poll. We ask you a question, you answer honestly. Now, David, whatever his name is, gives you a Tesla and 2 million dollars. When you go to do the big youtube thing, aliens come to the earth and say they’re going to blow it up in two days. What do you do?” Liz muttered, her attitude more sour than it was only moments before.
“I’d go to the Pyramids.” Brian replied, the bony head of the Geek Squad. “With a girl.”
“Where are you going to get the girl?” the boy beside him asked. “Amazon?”
You couldn’t help but crack a smile as you looked at another boy. “What about you, Lucas?”
“I told you she knew my name.” He muttered to Brian, who in turn, elbowed him in the side. “I’d change my life. Get a new haircut, new clothes, revamp like in She’s All That.”
“How sad!” Liz exclaimed. “Blowing all your cash to make up for a lack of popularity. And the reference to a chick flick! Did you see it with your mom? Or your new boyfriend?”
You grabbed Liz by the arm and yanked her from the table and into the large aisle again, right where she had scolded you only minutes before.
“If you’re openly going to be a bitch…” You trailed off, your tone harsh as Lizzie approached.
“Ass-trid’s reading the email, you’re going to want to see this.” Lizzie laughed, grabbing you both by the wrists and dragging you behind her as she beelined to where Betty stood, back up against a pillar.
“Oh god, here we go!” Betty giggled as you four began to watch.
You suddenly felt sick. You wanted nothing to do with what was about to happen as Astrid rose from her seat at her empty lunch table and made her way towards the Jocks, where Brad sat, munching on his tater tots. You couldn’t understand what Astrid was saying as she pointed to her phone screen, allowing Brad to read it. You flinched as the boy erupted in laughter, food and spit flying from their mouths as they howled, leaving Astrid to run away in horror, leaving you with a pit in your stomach as you jumped away from your friends and into Ned’s table.
“A penny for your thoughts! But, a dollar could save a life! Hi, Y/n. A five keeps the neighborhood alive! But, a ten will bring back the dead!” Ned shouted, the little chant ringing in your ears as you made eye contact with the James Dean boy again, his look as horrified as your own.
Liz shoves a twenty dollar bill into Ned’s hand as she approaches you.
“Shut up.” She orders as the boy grows quiet. “You wanted to be part of the most powerful clique in school and if I wasn’t already the head of it, I’d want the same thing.”
“I’m sorry, what are you going on about?” You snapped, turning to her.
“You heard me. That episode with the email back there was for us all to enjoy, but for some reason you are determined to ruin my day.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, let me fix that.” You replied before laughing mockingly. “We made a girl consider suicide! What a laugh! What a scream! I’ve never seen something so funny!”
“Come on, you jerk. You used to have a sense of humor.”
You let Liz guide you back to where Lizzie and Betty stood, talking about whatever book Betty had begun reading as your eyes landed back on the boy you’d found yourself so infatuated with.
“God, Y/n, drool much?” Lizzie asked, as Liz groaned. “His name’s Peter Parker. He’s in my American History class.”
“Give me back the clipboard.” You ordered, pulling the clipboard from Liz’s hands.
You sauntered away from the girls, scoffing as Lizzie began making oinking and sexual sounds in your direction and by how fast they were cut off, you knew Liz had probably slapped the other girl to get her to stop.
“Well, hello, Peter Parker.” You greeted, stopping at a halt on the other side of his table.
Now standing in front of the boy, you realized he looked less like James Dean and more like a young Jaime Bell.
“Greetings and Salutation. Call me Peter. Are you an Elizabeth?” He asked, the smile on his face a bit cocky.
You chuckled, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “No, I’m a Y/n. L/n. This may sound like a stupid question…”
“There are no stupid questions.”
“Okay. Get this, David Dobrik gives you 2 million dollars and a Tesla and on the same day he’s supposed to give it to you in a youtube video, aliens invade earth and say they’re going to blow up the planet in two days. What do you do?”
Peter chuckles, his laugh light and airy as he runs a hand through his hair.
“That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.” He replies, his brow rising as he answers the question curiously. “Probably would just row a boat out into the middle of the lake. Bring along my sax, a bottle of tequila, and some Bach.”
“How very.”
“Come on, Y/n!” Lizzie calls from behind you.
“I’ll be right there! God!” You roll your eyes as you yell, turning your attention back to Peter. “Duty calls. Bye.”
“Later.”
Dear Diary,
I take back what I said about killing Liz Allan. I don’t think I’m ready for jail just yet, not with a boy like Peter Parker around. Maybe we’re not all the same after all.
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Cornelia Street (3/?)
A/N: oh my god they were quarantined
yes. It’s one of those fics.
AU, obvs
I’m posting as I go and idk how many parts this is going to be, likely won’t be very long but I literally don’t know what I’m doing and should i be starting yet another WIP? definitely not but fuck it lets fucking go
Title is from T-swizzles Lover album, I’m OBSESSED
Summary: Three years ago, Kurt and Blaine went on a disaster of a date and never quite got off on the right foot. Now, just before they graduate from NYADA, there’s a national outbreak and they’re both self-quarantined in a mutual friend’s apartment.
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Part 3
Kurt has the art of avoiding someone he’s sharing a confined space with down to an art. Blaine stays in the bedroom most of the time and the morning stiffness in Kurt’s joints from sleeping on the couch is well worth not having to interact with his roomie. He spends the first few days decompressing from the stressload of his schoolwork, social media, extra pampering, the usual.
This is enough to keep him entertained for a few days, but the first few hours of day four drag on like molasses.
Kurt lies on the couch, flippantly scrolling and cycling through the same social media apps over and over again until he’s seen every tweet, every snapchat story, and every. Single. Facebook. Post.
This routine is fine when he has a full and busy life, but it can’t be all he does. He’s going stir crazy.
It’s this boredom, he tells himself, that motivates him to knock on the bedroom door. Because he’s a generally social person, and he’s certain that even the likes of Blaine Anderson could offer him some temporary entertainment.
“The living room TV doesn’t come with Netflix,” he explains when a confused Blaine opens the door. “And my social media feed is dry, so you can either let me in on whatever you’re watching, or you can deal with the consequences of not doing that. I should let you know, I have a brother, and I can be very annoying.”
Blaine hums, looking Kurt up and down. “I also have a brother who can be ridiculously annoying, so I suppose I can’t risk it.” He speaks carefully, but Kurt has a sneaking suspicion that Blaine’s just as out of his mind bored as he is and would appreciate the company.
He opens the door wider to allow Kurt passage in the room.
Blaine moves towards the bed, where he’s clearly made some sort of quarantine nest for himself—the blanket is puddled near the head of the bed where Blaine was lying, a few books scattered by where his feet would have been, a bowl of half eaten ramen abandoned on the nightstand.
Kurt… doesn’t quite know what to do. He starts for the computer chair by the desk, but Blaine waves him away. “You can just sit next to me,” he says dismissively. “That’s Sam’s gaming chair, and it is just absolutely hell on your lower back. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”
He raises an eyebrow, crosses his arms. “Is that what I am to you?”
Blaine looks at him like he’s genuinely surprised by the remark. “What? I… No. Not at all.”
“Really?”
“Look, Kurt, I know we have a weird history and we don’t particularly get along, but I don’t hate you.”
Kurt eyes Blaine up and down for a second, assessing him for any signs of deceit. He finds none, pulls the cover back and slides underneath it. “What are you watching?”
“Let It Snow. It’s a Netflix Original. It just started, do you want me to rewind it?”
Kurt waves a hand. “No, that’s fine.”
On screen, two teens are trudging through the snow towards a building with AFFLE TOWN on top of it.
“If the train made you feel real, Waffle Town is gonna blow your mind.”
In the movie, the cheerleader character kisses the other main red-headed girl in the bathroom, but acts like nothing happened when the rest of the squad comes in.
“Oh, she’s totally not out of the closet yet.” Blaine murmurs.
“What? But she said she was, at the beginning.”
“I mean, yeah, but there has to be some sort of twist.”
“Hm. Seems like you have this movie all figured out.”
“I mean, movies like this are supposed to be predictable on some level. Let’s be real, we watch these movies because no matter what happens, no matter what misunderstanding there is, you know everything’s going to be okay.” He looks at Kurt, and Kurt’s heart does not skip a beat. But objectively speaking, Blaine is ridiculously adorable, and maybe he has a teeny tiny reaction when Blaine says, “You know that the right people will end up with each other.”
About twenty more minutes in, all the different storylines have been introduced and Kurt realizes why this movie seems so familiar. “Oh my god,” he says. “This is totally just a teen version of Love, Actually.”
Blaine chuckles. “Oh my gosh, you’re right!”
They both laugh out loud at the end, when the crappy best friend realizes she’s been crappy and gives the red-head a little speech.
“If you and Beyonce were trapped in a house that was on fire and I could only save one of you... I would let Beyonce die.”
The movie draws to a close and Blaine leans back against the pillows, obviously satisfied with the ending. “See? Happy endings rule. They’re a little cheesy, a little predictable, but that’s what I like about them.”
Kurt smiles and looks over at Blaine. “Yeah, me, too.”
*
When the movie ends, Blaine excuses himself for a moment to go grab a drink from the kitchen.
When he finishes his glass of water, Blaine heads to the hall closet, clamoring around for that stash of board games Sam keeps for game nights. He finally finds it and grins a bit, pulling out Battleship. This should keep them entertained for a while.
He stops dead in his tracks, just outside the room, when he hears Kurt in a heated conversation on the phone. “No, Adam. I meant it, this time. We’re over… I know there’s a national crisis right now, that’s why I’m at—don’t… stop… will you let me—! You always do this! Stop talking over me! Oh my god, if you’re not going to listen, then this conversation is over.”
Blaine silently backtracks a few steps when he hears Kurt sniff, then after a minute or two, starts walking again, making sure to slap his bare feet against the hardwood floor so that Kurt hears him coming and can take a second to compose himself. He rattles the battleship game for extra measure and says loudly down the hallway, “So I found this battleship game in the closet, thought it might be a good way to pass the time.”
Kurt still looks a little lost in thought by the time Blaine is back in the bedroom. “Uh, sure, yeah. Why not,” he mindlessly agrees.
It takes them a few minutes to set everything up and figure out logistics. As a gesture of goodwill, Blaine insists that they both sit on the bed for this activity. He still feels a little bad for… whatever Kurt is going through right now.
They’re well into the game when Blaine decides to tug a little more on the thread that will unravel Kurt Hummel.
“J1,” Kurt grumbles.
“Miss,” Blaine responds. “So… I thought I might’ve heard you on the phone earlier,” he says, and Kurt’s hard gaze pierces through him. “Everything okay?”
“Why do you care?” Kurt snaps.
Blaine felt his own defenses rising up. “We are going to be stuck with each other for days on end, so excuse me for trying to be a decent person.”
Kurt de-bristles himself. “Sorry,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “Sorry… I um… my ex is trying to get me to go stay with him. But I know he’s just going to rope me into getting back together again and I just… I’m done. Sorry,” he repeats, lifting his knees and wrapping his arms around them. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.”
“It’s okay,” Blaine says, mouth twitching. “We’ll chalk it up to social distancing. Speaking of, I know why I’m self-quarantined, why are you? If you don’t mind me asking. Why not go home like everyone else? B4.”
Kurt sighs. “Hit. My dad had a heart attack back in high school. Left him in a coma for a while. Then he had a cancer scare last year, so his immune system isn’t the strongest. I can’t risk taking anything back to him. J2.”
“I’m sorry to hear that… Hit.”
“Thanks. What about you?”
“C4. Kind of the same thing. My aunt has lived with us pretty much my entire life. She's pretty much my second mom. She’s diabetic, and a year ago she needed a kidney transplant. If she even gets so much as a cold, it could mess with her anti-rejection meds.”
He doesn’t get a response for a while and Blaine looks up to find Kurt staring at him. The other boy blinks, like he himself has just noticed his fixed gaze.
“Um, hit…” he says, looking back down at his board. Blaine thinks he might see a hint of a blush crawling up Kurt’s neck. “J3.”
“Miss.”
“Miss? That’s impossible. J1 and I2 were misses.” Kurt snaps his head up, narrowing his eyes at Blaine, but there’s a playful light that wasn’t there earlier. “Are you cheating?”
“Maybe,” he teases, evading the question because it actually is a hit. In fact, it’s the winning move. “Maybe I just don’t want this game to be over so soon.”
For a moment, Blaine wonders if his comment was too close to flirtatious territory. But then he thinks, so what if it is? There was a reason he agreed to be set up with Kurt freshman year, and after half a conversation with him, Blaine is definitely intrigued, to say the least.
Kurt’s lips curl up into a smile. “Alright… I don’t want to go back to being bored either, so how about this? We each move one of the small pieces and the first one to get a hit wins.”
Blaine agrees, taking one of his small pieces off and moving it.
“I’ll start us off,” Kurt says. “You mentioned you had a brother. What about the rest of your family? A6.”
“Miss. I’ve only got the one, thank god, because he is a handful. My mom is a total goofball, gives the best advice. I love her to death. My dad is the essence of I hate everything except my family. He can be a total grump sometimes, but I know he’d do anything for us. G7. You?”
“Miss. I mentioned my dad. My mom passed away when I was eight.” Blaine’s eyes glaze over with sympathy. “She was… she was really something. I miss her everyday, but I’m also really grateful that my dad found someone as wonderful as my step-mom. They got married my Junior year of high school, and I got a brother out of it. He drives me up the wall sometimes, but I love the big lug.”
Kurt tells Blaine all about the ridiculousness of his high school show choir, his relationship with his dad, and the bullying he endured in high school. In turn, Blaine confesses some insecurities he has about being a musical theatre major, about how he absolutely adores his kooky aunt, and his love for harry potter.
The game takes longer to finish than it should since occasionally they get so deep into conversation that they forget about playing the game. Eventually, it’s nearly two am, and Kurt decides to call it quits.
“Alright,” he says. “I’m calling it. I’m never gonna fund that darn ship of yours.”
“You’re right about that,” Blaine agrees. Kurt had actually hit his piece about three turns in, but again… Blaine wasn’t ready to say goodnight yet.
Kurt snorts out a laugh and rises from the he’d, stretching his arms high over his head. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he groans.
Blaine has no idea what compels him to say this, but he does. “You don’t have to sleep in the living room.”
Kurt freezes and gives Blaine a look.
“I just mean…” he swallows. “I’ve had the bed enough nights. Time to pay my dues. I can take the couch tonight.”
He hops off the bed before Kurt even has the chance to protest.
“I… um, thanks,” he gives Blaine a shy smile.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Kurt.” He returns the smile—more than just a nicety at this point—and turns around to head to the living room.
He can’t keep the dazed grin off his face when he pulls out his phone to text Sam.
Part 4
#klaine#glee#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#wow look at me im writing!#i honestly hate the format of tumblr but its too late at this point lmaoooo
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Jon
Jon walked out from his apartment for a little while that night, it was getting pretty cramped in his apartment with no fresh air. It was pretty quiet that evening, just to the point where he almost questioned it. As he began walking, a car started to pull away from the curb from behind him. His eyes narrowed a moment, just to get a quick glimpse. His eyes squinted just a bit to get a good mental picture and slowly reached into his jacket pocket to take out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts and stopped at Lindsey, it was basically the only other name he could trust at the time.
Placing the phone on speaker, he waited for her answer. It seemed to be taking forever, as the car started to draw closer to him. Jon cursed under his breath as he looked down at his phone while it was still trying to reach her. Looking off to his side, he noticed one of the back windows opening just enough for a gun to appear. Leaving him just a moment to think as he rushed over to some cover quickly as the flash from the barrel of a gun was going off. Jon dropped his phone as he fell forward when a bullet collided.
The car quickly drove away, but ended up waking up a lot of people in it's wake. Jon was left laying out with his hand covering up his wound that penetrated his lower abdomen- "Sh*t..." he laid his head back and eventually hearing the sounds of faint sirens in the distance. By the time the Police arrived, they immediately called an Ambulance. The time it took to arrive surely had to be nothing short of a miracle. They didn't waste any time at all to make sure he got to a hospital as quickly as possible-
Erin
The last few days had been trying on Erin. She had been working long hours, heading to CJ’s and then heading by her apartment briefly on her way to work. Caroline, a doctor at Chicago Med, had been staying in her apartment, which meant that Erin was having to spend her time at her boyfriend’s instead of her own place where they normally would go after work. She couldn’t risk Caroline finding out about her relationship, nor could she let it out to anyone else really. Already, two people knew, one because she had told them, and one had put it together. She couldn’t risk making the same mistakes she had learned from early on, so her relationship had moved to CJ’s home for the time being.
In the moment that her phone rang, she was completely unavailable, wrapped up in CJ and the short time they would share together. Sneaking around had moments of thrill and then moments where she wondered what would happen if they just put it all out there. She knew that moving forward just couldn’t happen without coming clean, though the idea of confessing to the lies to everyone was just too much. She had a goal of one day taking over the unit, and the best way to do that was with Luciano by her side. The two made a fantastic team, and there was no way she would allow that to disappear without a fight.
A half hour later, she heard CJ in the shower, giving her time to check her phone. When she heard gunshots on the other end of the message, she nearly dropped her phone. The missed call log indicated that Jon had called her, which meant this message was from his line. “Babe, I gotta run out. I’ll be back soon.” She called to him in the bathroom, then grabbed her things and raced to dress and leave his home. Arriving at Chicago Med, she approached the nurse’s desk at the ER and demanded the information on the fallen Jon Miller. Directed to a room, she tapped on the door, stepping inside a moment later to see Jon lying in bed. “Has he…?” she started to ask the nurse as she walked past Erin and left the room. “Bitch,” Erin shook her head, going to the side of the bed and biting at her lip as she sighed. “I’m so sorry I missed your call,” she whispered, her hands resting against the plastic guards on the side of the bed.
Jon
Amazingly enough, he only had some sustained injury but would still need surgery in the process even though he had an exit wound. There was no telling what kind of internal damage was taken until they finished up. According to a few x-rays though, it seemed like it barely missed some precious organs but his movement was very limited since they didn't want to risk any more damage- "Not your fault..you were just the only person that I really trusted." he managed to speak pretty clearly, and was also on some really good drugs to take away a lot of the pain- "It's not the first time that I have been shot anyway." he looked up at her a moment and looked down over his bandaged abdomen that was fully covered up to keep direct pressure-
"I managed to get a plate number though.." he asked for something to write with, and to write on. His memory was brief, but he wanted to make sure that he collected as much information as possible from that incident. When he had something, he began to write down a License plate number and handed it back to her- "If you find out who the hell shot me, kick him in the nuts, will ya?" he tried to chuckle a bit, but he only caused some minor pain in the process- "If anything, I am really glad you came. Couldn't really ask for a better friend." he smiled, and a Nurse came back in to let Lindsey know that she had to leave since he was prepped for surgery-
"Take care of yourself. Hope to see you later on." he was taken away after speaking with her. Thus, being taken right to the ER-
Erin
With the pen and paper still in her hands from where Jon had given her a plate number, she watched as he was taken from the room. She took a few steps back, staying out of the way of the bed as it was wheeled out of the room. His words stuck in her mind, that she was the only one he trusted. To say that Erin had a lot on her plate at the moment was an understatement. She had Caroline staying with her, she was having to be extra careful with her relationship remaining a secret, and now this. She took a deep breath and walked out of the room, continuing to watch as Jon was wheeled in for emergency surgery.
Two officers approached her, skipping introductions as she knew them well. “Yeah, I know the victim. Jon Miller, CFD. He was shot in a drive by.” Her voice remained calm and completely professional, though she wished she could have been of more help. Lifting her hand that held the paper, she passed it to the male officer before her. “He got a plate number. And I have a voicemail on my phone that records the actual shooting.”
Taking her phone from her pocket, she handed it to them, relinquishing it into evidence for them to pull the voicemail off and put into mp3 format. “I’m just gonna wait around until he’s out of surgery, so don’t rush with the phone. I’ll get it back later.” She added as she stepped away from the officers, gesturing to the ER waiting room. “I’ll just be… out there.” She nodded and accepted their thanks as she pushed through the double doors to the waiting room and took a seat to wait.
Jon
The surgery seemed to take forever, and from when he was rolled into surgery a few people from CFD came by to wait as well. Once the news broke out from one Medic, it would travel pretty fast from one person to another. A few familiar faces came by, including Severide that approached Lindsey right away when he saw her- "Hey, any news yet?" he asked her, and looked up at the clock a moment. Everyone in the waiting room were pretty quiet through the late part of the evening, and soon enough the time reaching Midnight. A few minutes after that time, a Surgeon stepped out into the waiting room. A few people stood up immediately to hear the news-
"Jon pulled through the Surgery. However, he's going to have a long time to recover." Just as he was about to walk away, he turned right back again- "Oh, right. Lindsey? Erin Lindsey? He was asking for you, he said it was important. Can't have you stay long though. He's going to need his rest." In the recovery area, Jon was still in a weak state of mind, but when she came in he made an effort to speak as best he could- "H-hey." Jon spoke up, and looked up at her- "Y-yo-you ne-ed to be ca-reful out there, you hear me?" he was referring to any threats that may come her way as well, and didn't want to see her get hurt as well-
Erin
Erin lifted her eyes as a few more CFD firemen joined her in the waiting room, nodding her head to them. She knew them all very well and they her as well. No one spoke to one another until Kelly walked in and came to Erin’s side, asking what she knew. The relationship between Erin and Kelly had been complicated and stressed over the last six months, so this may very well serve as one of the first times that the two were in the same room without wanting to scream at one another. Matt Casey stood at the entry of the waiting room, keeping his eyes pinned to Erin and Kelly, ready to separate the two if it came to that.
“I don’t know much. He was shot, drive by.” She didn’t say a single other thing, as she felt the weight of it being her fault somehow. Jon had reached out to her and she was too busy to answer her phone. She knew she couldn’t have done anything in the time frame they were looking at, as moments after his call, just after he was linked to her voicemail, he was shot. She closed her eyes, leaning back in the chair she sat upon, hearing the gunshots in the voicemail ringing through her mind. Kelly took her hand in his and did the same, resulting in silence throughout the waiting room.
As the surgeon came through the doors and spoke to the group, Erin kept her eyes closed, listening but yet preparing for the worst. When he said her name, she lifted her head and opened her eyes to look at the man and nodded her head, taking her hand from Kelly’s and giving him a small nod. Walking into Jon’s room, her upper lip lifted before her smile formed to see him. “Hey yourself.” She said as she walked to his bedside, taking his hand in her own and listening to the words he spoke. “Oh stop worrying. I’m fine.” She lifted her chin, gesturing to him. “Looks like you’re going to be fine too, eh? Not too shabby of a battle wound you’ll have there. Stories for the grandkids, ya know?” She asked, trying to make light of things and not stress him out in the slightest.
-November 7, 2014
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