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angelhummel · 3 years ago

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what would you do with the characters you don't like if you had power over glee? would you completely get rid of them, replace them or rewrite them to be something different?

I mean the mean part of me wants to say I would just scrap Brittany completely bc she didn't amount to anything in the end asjdfhlfsk BUT if I'm trying to be creative then no, that's too easy. With Brittany, there are two ways I could play it

1) She actually is quite clever but puts on the typical ditzy cheerleader act for funsies. To make sure Quinn knows she isn't a blonde rival threat lol. To mess with guys who think they can take advantage of her. Mostly for her own amusement, to see the looks on people's faces whenever she says something "dumb". But she drops the act midway thru s2 (when they quit the cheerios) and we get to see her for who she really is. Sharp and blunt at the same time, with a sardonic and dry wit that sometimes goes over people's heads. But she's dropped the dumbass act to be a lil smart ass

"How do you know my dim-witted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower people's expectations thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?"

2) She is kind of a ditz but she actually has the emotional intelligence that people claim she has. But the good "Go back in there and be there for Kurt", "family is a place where everyone loves you no matter what" kind, not the "you have to actually eat the chocolate bar or it will melt and look like you have poop in your hand". Basically Brittany talking about poop or toilets or anything in that same vein is strictly forbidden. She's not great in school, makes C's and D's in her main classes. But has creative electives like art, photography, creative writing, etc and does amazingly in those classes. She has her own unique way of looking at things and offers her own unique wisdom to help put things in perspective from time to time

Either way, she is never a complete fucking bonehead turned math genius bc that is fucking awful. And maybe you could even add in the actual autism angle bc like. Doesn't understand social cues, takes things too literally, etc. And either way she would graduate in s3 and get out of my face. So that's what I'd do with Brittany

Finn is easier but also harder bc this is such a gargantuan task and deviation from canon but. Have him actually be more like the person we're told he is. You TELL me he is this amazing uniter of cliques, kind hearted, perfect blend of a jock and show choir god, ushering the school into a new age of togetherness. You SHOW me he is a lil bitch who runs away from the club at the slightest difficulty, drops slurs and outs people on the reg, wants to be the leader without putting in the work, and is kind of a ball hog who actually sucks at football and isn't that great a singer. What's not clicking

Obviously Finn doesn't have to be perfect. He can have issues and uncertainties. But holy shit maybe have one issue once or twice. Doing this same bullshit half a dozen times and never learning a lesson makes me hate him!!!! Idk man just make him less of a fucking asshole

And don't fucking act like he ascended to sainthood when he died. I'm sorry but that bullshit about like "Finn wanted Sam in the club bc he was looking for someone to take over his legacy when he was gone" like shut the fuck up that actually sounds insane. Don't fucking do that. Finn is just a dude. Just make him be a kind of chill and cool dude with his heart in the right place but he slips up and makes mistakes bc he's still human. He doesn't use slurs or out anyone. He isn't constantly beating people up. He doesn't attack a sex worker, thanks. Maybe don't make him a serial cheater either, that would be nice

As for Sebastian, yeah, no, you can scrap him completely. He isn't interesting or fun and it actually drives me insane that he's the fifth most popular character on ao3. You can have your own preferences, you can like a little rich bitch bratty bad boy villain wannabe. But knowing that that many people are so far up his butt makes me wanna scream lol

Shelby, I would change her plotline by having her end up in jail. That would be a nice arc for her character

Will, I would change him by having him be a decent teacher. Broke: himbo Finn. Woke: himbo Will. He's kind and tries his best but he is shockingly dumb. Doesn't realize his wife isn't really pregnant for like five months?? The pieces are there. He sometimes lets himself be bulldozed in his own classroom but when other students talk, he listens. Takes their suggestions, actually shines a light on everyone, helps them improve and lets everyone have their moment in the spotlight. In the end everyone loves him and when he wins teacher of the year, it doesn't feel like a hollow bullshit contrivance

Sue. Either make her drop the villain shtick by about s3, or get rid of her entirely. Talk about going around in circles. I really think she was the worst of it. It got sooo old and boring and it was the same thing for six seasons. So have her be an ally to the club come s3, after her sister's funeral bc that makes sense. Or just write her off. Idc how

Don't ever let Rory set fucking foot on this show. Sorry to the actor but that character was partially responsible for why s3 went down the fucking shitter. He was terrible, and having to write plots about being Irish made early s3 a fucking joke

Oh and I would magically make it so that the viewers of the show have some common fucking sense. And if a character is being racist or a bigot or just a general cunt, there wouldn't be 2395890 compilation videos on youtube praising them for being brutally honest or sassy or hilarious or what have you. :) You know, if I had THAT kind of power

So yeah those are my thoughts. Took me a while to answer but I appreciate the ask!

#glee #long post #asks #answered #my thoughts #anonymous #anti brittany pierce #lol brittany pierce #anti finn hudson #lol finn hudson #anti sebastian smythe #lol sebastian smythe #i think those are the only ones people actually like #for whatever reason #no one's out here for rory or shelby so they dont need anti tags #i assume #also that quote in regards to brittany is from scream 2 #from dewey deputity dewey boy

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be-dazzled · 4 years ago

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GRUVIA DAY: I Kissed a Girl

Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser September 10, 2020 Rating: M for sensitive language and theme

Writer's Corner: Before we start and before you light that fire to burn me, let's settle a few things: 1) I know. It's too early for Halloween. Consider it as an advance. Hahahaha; 2) I know a lot of you will hate me for this, esp with how the last FT100YRQuest chapter portrayed the FT girls. But please know that I wrote this with no intention to degrade any woman or devalue them in any way. Lastly, with that said, read at your own risk.

HAPPY GRUVIA DAY!

All rights reserve to Hiro Mashima, original creator.

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It's that time of the year. The most awaited holiday of every tired out college student of Fairy Tail University was just around the corner – Halloween. Couldn't blame them. Halloween was the perfect excuse to dress up funny, drink silly and pass out on one of those green yards. But for the members of the Kappa Kappa Chi, it was the best time to wear the sexiest – sluttiest – costumes without actually being called one. And for the members of the Fairy Tail Dragons, the University's Three-peat Ice Hockey champions, to watch their fantasies come to life. Besides, it was that one day of the year when they could bang a Smurfette and not get judged for it. It was a win-win situation.

Except for Gray Fullbuster, FT Dragons' newest recruit, and this year's Halloween "Island Girl". The Dragons had a tradition, some kind of 'baptism of fire' thing. For this year's annual Kappa Halloween party, Gray Fullbuster was coming as 'Aloha' Fullbuster – the adventurous island girl of Tenroujima, looking for a good time in the City of Magnolia. So, that's a no to hooking up with any of the sexy ladies tonight. How sad.

Gray wished no one would recognize him in that totally inappropriate costume and hoped no one would hit on him. Because he was definitely going to hit on them back – with his foot.

Laxus Dreyar, the Dragons' vicious and ruthless Team Captain made sure Gray a.k.a. 'Aloha' had the complete ensemble: the lei, the fake grass skirt, the coconut bra. He was just being spiteful because his girlfriend made him wear a onesie – the 'not sexy' kind. But no one dared laugh at him, he was the Captain.

The only good thing that came out of this stupid 'Baptism of Fire' thing was Natsu getting the ballerina costume. No one would definitely want to hook up with that muscle guy in tights and leotards. At least, with his long, black wig, Gray could pass as a woman, beautiful at that. As a matter of fact, checking out 'Aloha' on the mirror, Gray would definitely hook up with her. Then, he shuddered, realizing he shouldn't because that would be weird. Dammit, and here Gray thought once he made it into the team, he'd have ladies flock around him and lock lips with the hottest girls 24/7. Guess he had to skip that this year.

"You ready, Island Girl?"

"Shut up, you dumbass ballerina."

Gray snarled at the pink-haired, cladded in a tutu with the same color as his hair, when he catcalled just to ruffle Gray's feathers. Oh, wait. Natsu was the one wearing the feathers.

"Aren't you cold?" Pink Swan genuinely asked as the two girls headed out of their dormitory. He was so serious Gray almost believed Tights and Leotards here was worried about him. At least, Pink Swan was covered all over, it was tight and every muscle in his body bulged, but all covered nonetheless.

Gray, on the other hand…

"Like I have a choice." He eyed the oddly unbothered left wing Forward, strutting down the sidewalk. Gray grimaced at his confidence and, if you look hard enough, a bit of Natsu's sass. Tights actually did look like an all muscle guy with a secret life as a ballerina. So much so that Gray reminded himself to stay away from Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson in the Pink Tutu at the party as much as possible.

They stopped near a lamp post and waited for the guys to pick them up. Captain promised that he would drive them to the Kappa House. That would make the walk to the Kappa less awkward and less violent because Gray and Natsu would definitely beat up whoever tried to as much as ogle them on the way there. But Gray knew Captain Laxus just wanted to make sure the two wouldn't bail, that's why he was going to bring them to the party himself. What a vicious Pokémon. That wasn't the only thing to be worried about though, Gray soon realized, when he choked on his own saliva as he watched Pink Swan Natsu rested his hip on the side and folded his hand to study his nails while they waited. Gray sidled a few steps just to put some space between them. Actually, he'd start to stay away from the guy now.

Gray could finally breathe, or, choke some more, when the "Bolt", Captain's yellow Chevy, stopped in a skid just in front of them. True to the typical High School jock fashion, of course, Laxus drove a convertible. How else could he flaunt his perfect life and his perfect girlfriend around campus and make all other men wished they were dead?

"You girls ready?"

Yeah. Whatever, Pikachu. Gray wanted to retort but, of course, he couldn't. So, both Gray and Natsu jumped into the car and squeezed themselves at the back seat with Batman Bickslow, who draped his icky arms around the new recruits and pulled the repulsed Freshmen against him possessively, promising, "Imma make sure you girls are comfortable."

More like the opposite of it. But there was no sign the pervy Batman was going to let go anytime soon, so might as well give up to his fate. Gray settled in his seat, preparing for the most dreadful night of his freshman life.

Well, this was going to be a fun night, he thought. Sarcasm implied.

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The Kappa House was just around the corner. Could hardly miss it with the white strobes of light spinning around the sky like it was saying 'we're here'. The familiar beat of the bass blared into the large expanse of the garden and a flock of various characters came flowing into the mansion. Wow, these Kappa girls could throw a party.

The five of them walked into the house like they owned it. No, correction – like they own the world. The other members of the hockey team greeted the Captain on their way in. Each and all wanting to see the sight that was the Great Laxus Dreyar in his pokemon costume, complete with the thunder-ear headband. The girls quickly circled around them, wanting a piece of the famous hockey team. But Gray made the mistake of meeting eyes with one of the onlookers and getting the bite-lip, followed by a very suggestive air-bite from skinny Dracula. A palpable chill ran down his spine and Gray quickly came up with the decision not to make any more eye contact with anyone – anyone at all.

"You girls wait here." The Captain ordered, as he tipped his head over the silver-haired witch cladded in a red robe. Gray easily recognized her despite the coveralls – Mirajane Strauss, head cheerleader and the Captain's girl. Very pretty and very off-limits.

Laxus made his way over there, talked to her a little was now heading to one of those rooms upstairs. Man, the Captain was gonna get lucky while Gray was stuck with clueless college idiots ogling him and Natsu like they were some kind of virgin sacrifices. Life was so unfair sometimes.

"Well, they won't be coming down for a while." Batman Bickslow opened, turning to his Robin, Freed Justine. "Or ever. So, let's spread and mingle. Wadda you say?" He slapped a hand on Gray's tushy and added, "Get ourselves one of those cheerleaders, eh?" He looked back at the new recruits and had the urge to correct, "or some of those guys from the wrestling club. Who knows? You girls might get lucky."

Another shudder and it wasn't because Gray's belly was out in the open.

"See you around, ladies!"

It wasn't like Batman and Robin promised to protect them. So, just like that, Gray and Natsu were left to fend for themselves. Gray "Aloha" Fullbuster needed to get out of their before…

"Hello there, beautiful."

And he scrammed, leaving the Pink Swan to deal with the wackos and he didn't at all feel guilty.

It was a breath of fresh air when he stumbled into the decorated backyard. He couldn't be more thankful. Natsu could deal with those perverts himself. Gray just didn't have the energy. So, tonight, he'd rather be alone and invisible. He looked for a dark, quiet spot to brood, rethink his life choices maybe, but the loud laughter coming from the pool-side bar caught his attention. A group of girls gathered around the bar, wearing costumes ranging from Bunny Girl to Firefighter, each one not sparing a chance to show a lot of skin, mind you, and who knew Strawberries could be that sexy? As much as those characters demanded his full attention – to the best curves and skin – his appreciating eyes zeroed in on the familiar long, blue waves. He watched as the bluenette, who was wearing the same costume as he was, licked salt on some Greek god's abs. That lucky bastard. She shot back her drink and basked in the cheers of her Kappa Kappa Chi sisters.

"Hey, Juvia." Gray heard the voice behind him before feeling the weight of an arm over his shoulders. When he turned his head to see the owner of the voice, 'Aloha' winced at the smell of strong alcohol. "Found your twin!" The swaying Police Girl turned to him, breathing alcohol right into his face. "Let's go get a taste of that Greek god."

Hell no!

He protested but damn the woman was determined. Gray knew her; she was in his World Lit Class. Also, she's the reason he couldn't seem to approach the bluenette. He didn't mind getting welcomed into that circle though, especially when Juvia was the one who pulled him to her side and clung to him the whole time because she said they were soul sisters, being in the same hula girl costume. It wasn't on purpose but c'est la vie!

Maybe Captain Pikachu's 'initiation' wasn't that bad. Gray had been trying for days to talk to Juvia. She was also in his class, seating right in front of him. But he never got the chance because she was always surrounded by her cheerleader squad or those stubborn ugly looking guys who wouldn't go away. They weren't necessarily ugly but who cares? They were giant eyesores; especially when they were making Juvia laugh and giggle and he couldn't even come up and talk to the woman.

Thanks to this questionable 'initiation rights', Gray was this close to her, skin brushing against skin once in a while, and could even enjoy a laugh or two with Juvia. Oh ho! Gray had no complaints. Except for that one fleeting moment they were egging him to take a body shot on that Greek god dude. That was a hard no. Not even a slightly tipsy 'Aloha' would say yes to that. No, ma'am.

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At around dawn, when people started leaving and after Cana, the drunk and sexy police girl, took home – up to her room at the Kappa House – the Greek god, the girls decided to bring the party inside, around the fireplace at the living room, or what looked like a tamed version of it. Actually, the girls were just tired. They had their fun with the Greek god and decided the only action they would be getting was a lazy game of truth or dare. Besides, their President, and the squad's Head Cheerleader, was up there 'getting it' for the rest of them. Somehow, Aloha-Gray found himself squeezed on the couch between Juvia and Mirajane's younger sister, Lisanna. Also, none of them were sober enough to realize he didn't really belong there. All he had to do was keep quiet and don't get picked by the bottle.

Otherwise…

"Okay, your turn Juvia!" It was the sexy librarian, Levy, who was dared to send a very provocative text to his lab partner, who spun the bottle that landed on the bluenette.

"Alright, alright. Dare." Juvia giggled. "Hit me with your best shot, Levy!"

Sexy Librarian opened her mouth but was quickly interrupted when they heard a loud derisive snort coming from sexy police girl who found her own place in the circle.

"You can't trust Shrimp for a fun dare." said Cana. "She'll just make you take off the stupid coconuts."

"Hey!" Levy retorted, but she sat right back, realizing that was exactly what she was going to challenge Juvia to do. "It's daring."

"How about this," The twinkle in those sober brown eyes gave Cana away. "I dare you to kiss your fellow Island Girl."

There was an amused 'ooh' bouncing around the room. That challenge definitely got everyone's attention since all of them knew Juvia was a bit too… vanilla. Never played for the other team, not even out of plain curiosity. When Juvia didn't respond, Cana thought she wasn't up for it.

"Too chicken?"

Juvia glanced at him, at Gray, and he could see she was considering it. She smirked at him with visible interest.

"If Aloha here doesn't mind."

That was probably the alcohol talking but Gray Fullbuster didn't mind. He most definitely did not mind. Except that, it was the exact moment his cock-block of a brain reminded him he wasn't really a girl and that would definitely defeat the purpose of the dare. They bonded over the Greek god and he really felt like he belonged there now. So, Gray ought to tell the girls the truth before things got out of hand. He owed that to Aloha's Kappa Kappa Chi sisters. But as Gray was about to come clean, Juvia had already got him tongue-tied, quite literally.

Juvia Lockser was a good kisser, very experienced. Gray would go as far as say she was more experienced than he was. She got some moves and dammit, Juvia Lockser was making him lose consciousness with just the way her tongue slithered around his. But it felt good, so good that it made him forget about honesty being the best policy and fought Juvia for dominance, leaning in as close as he could get. Gray could hear their coconuts knocking against each other. Juvia probably heard it too, knocking her senses back to her. There was no other reason why Juvia would pull her tongue out of Gray's mouth and started giggling against his lips.

"I'm sorry." She erupted into another series of giggles, making Gray feel self-conscious. But they probably have put on a good show because the girls were cheering them on, probably hoping for some encore performance.

"That was some kiss, Lockser." She received the thumbs-up approval from the darer.

"Not too vanilla now, am I?"

Juvia couldn't keep the gloat in her voice, throwing each of her non-believers a smug look and returned to the flustered Island Girl.

"Look. I ruined your lipstick." She said, wiping the stain outside the line of Gray's lips. "C'mon up, I'll help you fix it." But all Gray wanted was for Juvia to ruin it some more. Still, 'Aloha' followed her like an obedient puppy.

She brought him into her room and led him directly into her walk-in closet. Gray then realized how different a girl's room was from a guy's. He was sharing with Natsu and damn, their room was a labyrinth with all the dirty clothes and other dirty things thrown all over the floor. Juvai's room was neat, tidy and pink. Juvia went into her drawers to search for a lipstick with the same shade as Aloha's.

"Found it!"

She bounced back to him, pulling out the applicator to swatch on 'Aloha's' lips. Gray quickly blocked her hand, deciding he better come clean now or him and Juvia – never gonna happen.

"I'm sorry."

"Wow, your voice is really deep." Then, with the kiss probably sobering her up, Juvia pulled a look of confusion. "For a girl?"

"Actually, that's what I was going to talk to you about."

Carefully, 'Aloha' pulled his long, black hair off his head.

"I'm not a girl."

There was silence. Gray braced for the beating that was about to come but there was nothing. He peeked with one eye to see that Juvia wasn't pulling an angry expression.

"Oh, wow."

On the contrary, she looked a bit…

"That's good."

Relieved.

"For a second there, you got me doubting my own sexuality." She wasn't looking at him now. Juvia sat next to him and stared amusingly at the pink wall. "I really thought a girl was turning me on."

Okay, since she wasn't mad about the, it wasn't technically a lie… just a 'withholding of truth'. Fine, the lie. Since she wasn't angry at him and she was talking about being turned on, Gray carpe diem-ed. He sneaked beside Juvia and, with a smirk that both ghosted his lips and his voice, flirted.

"I turn you on?"

Juvia glanced at him, returning his playfulness. "Well…" but her smile of amusement started to waver as Juvia stared him up and down. "Not right now. No."

"Right." He understood, casting his eyes on the floor. All hope abandoned.

There was that uncomfortable silence again with Gray not knowing the social cues on situations like this. It wasn't everyday that he got Frenched by a hot girl thinking he was a girl and finding out that he actually wasn't. Gray didn't really know the best time to say goodbye and scram. He made attempts but they easily popped like a bubble. Besides, there was nothing he could come up with now that would be of any help. With the way Juvia was avoiding his eyes, hope was flying farther and farther away.

"Maybe," Juvia broke the ice, worrying her bottom lip with her crazy idea. "Maybe, if you lose the coconuts?"

Halleluiah! There was hope.

Gray quickly lost the coconuts and tossed them somewhere behind him.

"Top off." Gray watched Juvia eye him with interest. Then, her pleased blue eyes landed on his bottom and her lips twitched.

"And the skirt too."

He slid out of the grassy skirt in one quick move, tossing it along with his boxers, and waited as hot island girl Juvia checked him out in all his fine glory. She bit her lower lip, obviously loving what she saw.

"Not too shabby, Island Girl."

"Well," Gray gained his confidence, "it's Gray actually." and grabbed the woman by the waist, wincing at the pain of the coconuts which Juvia quickly got rid of, as they both tried to recapture that wanton passion they shared downstairs, when Gray was still 'Aloha' and Juvia was enjoying the thrill of her experiment. Then, the searing passion found its way to Juvia's bed where Gray made sure that, after that night, hot cheerleader Juvia would never think of him as a girl. Ever.

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telli1206 · 4 years ago

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You’re So Fine, You Blow My Mind (Part 4)

Tourney player Jay is smitten with the new cheerleader, and Evie and Mal help get them together.

Click here for Part 1: Jay

Click here for Part 2: Mal

Click here for Part 3: Evie

Part 4: Carlos

Carlos doesn’t have much time for dating. With his rigorous academic schedule, cheer practice and games, as well as the tutoring he squeezes in for extra cash, his free time is, well, sparce, to say the least. Dating is an activity he can easily put on the backburner while he focuses his attention on more...important things.

That’s not to say he doesn’t get asked out on dates. He’s aware that he’s at least somewhat attractive. Cheerleading keeps him fit and toned, and he’s gotten his fair share of compliments on his brown doe eyes and bright smile. And based on his initial impressions, the attention his looks garnered at his old school would likely continue at Auradon Prep.

As a matter of fact, he was asked out the first day he set foot on campus.

Aziz had given him his tour, and after seeing the campus, the classrooms, and finally, his room, the boy had offered to show Carlos around the city that night too, after he got settled in. And maybe after seeing the sights...they might see the backseat of his car, he had offered with a suggestive wink.

But these conceited jocks were all the same, and Carlos had become a master at the polite decline, careful not to bruise their tender egos. He easily scooted away from Aziz and his overly cocky grin, apologizing and blaming his already busy schedule. He suggested revisiting the idea once he had time to acclimate, and though Aziz was taken aback at the refusal, the hint at future potential kept him intact and smiling when he left.

The boys that showed interest in Carlos were all the same, really. Types just like Aziz. The hot, boastful athletes, too obsessed with the game, and themselves, to bother with any kind of meaningful relationship. They could offer Carlos nothing more than a fun time and to be their ultimate accessory as they worried about silly things like their popularity, how their hair looked and the number of friends they had. Carlos found it easy to say no to boys like that.

But Jay was...different. Intriguing.

He didn’t want to mention it when they first met, but Carlos had caught a glimpse at Jay’s...less than stellar performance at practice the previous day. He had to stifle his laughter a few times when he saw him - the boy could barely manage to stay on his feet! He definitely did not look like the “star player” all the cheerleaders fawned about when someone would mention the infamous Jay.

But Carlos was still impressed with him. Despite all the setbacks, Jay had simply cursed his luck and kept going, too determined to let a bad practice stop him. Carlos has seen more than a few tourney players throw a fit or pout like immature babies when they think they look bad, so the fact that the dark haired boy refused to quit, or even complain, definitely caught Carlos’ attention.

Well, that, and he was pretty fucking handsome. There’s just no denying that. (Trailing his fingers along smooth, tanned skin, or running them through silky locks may have already crossed Carlos’ mind once or twice).

And that’s why, even though he’s not usually that forward, Carlos decided to call his plans with Jay...a date. It just, seemed right to him in the moment, and he decided to go with it. Why not? Jay’s sweet, shy behavior was so endearing, and it made Carlos feel empowered and bold to be the one to bring up the idea of a date between them.

And when Jay tried to hide his bright flush and wide smile when Carlos uttered the word, he only felt that much more excited to spend time with the jock, to get a chance to know him better.

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Their dinner at Auradon City Grille had been quiet, but not uncomfortable. Carlos was mainly responsible for keeping the conversation going, randomly dropping questions between bites of his veggie burger, a still timid Jay picking at his fries quietly as he responded. The intermittent light chatter was smattered through soft smiles and breathy laughter as they ate and revelled in each other’s company.

Carlos thoroughly enjoyed talking to Jay. His knowledge of the tourney team’s stats, plays and strategies was interesting, and his passion for the game was alight in his eyes and occasional lively hand gestures, which made Jay thrilling to watch when he talked about it. And when conversation drifted to cheerleading, Carlos felt warm under Jay’s attention, the boy staring at him in awe and hanging onto his every word as Carlos detailed the dance routines and cheers he was already working on with Evie, and their plans to unveil a new routine at the next game.

“So, you can really do a back handspring?” Jay’s eyes are wide and fixed on Carlos as they get up to leave, pausing to drop some cash on the table.

Carlos nods as he stands, throwing in a tiny shrug.

“Once you nail it the first time it’s actually pretty easy.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Jay chuckles. “Either way, I’m impressed. You’ve got some real skill, De Vil.”

Carlos smiles warmly, looking away briefly when he feels the heat rise in his cheeks. They walk slowly, bumping shoulders lightly as they make their way out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk.

Carlos stops suddenly once they step outside. He cranes his neck to look down each side of the street, trying to spot their next stop.

Jay turns his body towards Carlos, crowding him a little as he places a wide palm on the small of his back. Carlos straightens up slightly, feeling a jolt up his spine at the gentle touch. Jay leans closer to Carlos’ face. stretching his arm across his body to point across the street.

“Mrs. Pott’s is right over there,” he breathes calmly. “That is, if you’re still interested in grabbing a cupcake. Chocolate right?”

Carlos’ smile lights up his face. “Yes! Of course I’m still interested. I’ve been thinking about that cupcake all day,” he replies with a giggle.

Jay rubs at the back of his neck, turning his face away slightly. “Well, I’ve been thinking about something, or someone, else all day.”

His words take a few seconds to register, but when they finally do, Carlos’ expression turns coy as he leans in to nudge Jay on the shoulder.

“Oh stop it,” he teases. “You’re such a charmer, aren’t you?”

Jay snickers softly, avoiding Carlos’ eyes. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I don’t? So what are you saying? You charm everyone more than you do me?” Carlos asks, quirking a brow.

Before he can answer, they reach Mrs. Pott’s Coffee & Tea. Jay silently steps forward to pull the door open, and Carlos grins at him as he steps inside, Jay’s hand returning to the small of his back to guide Carlos to the front to order.

Once their cupcakes and coffee are decided on and paid for, Jay and Carlos claim a booth in the back, Carlos scooting in with Jay close behind. Their eyes meet for a moment before a flustered Jay has to look away again.

“I-I...th-thought-” He starts to stutter, slowly stumbling over his words. Even sitting next to Jay, Carlos has to strain a little to hear his faint mutterings.

Jay stops, and takes a deep breath, sighing it out loudly. “-I, thought, I was smooth. A flirt. You’re not the first to...call me a-a...charmer.”

He starts fidgeting with the ends of his hair, twirling it between his fingers as he braves a glance at Carlos. Carlos’ lips are perked into a tiny smile, but there’s confusion in his eyes, and his head is tilted as he studies Jay.

“But I’m just, I’m a mess,” he sighs, a tinge of sadness in his tone. “I’m sorry if I ruined your night.”

Carlos reaches over and covers Jay’s hand with his own, caressing it gently as he offers a sweet smile. Jay smiles back, timid, but eyes sparkling with hope.

"You’re not ruining anything, I’m having a great time. Thank you for showing me downtown Auradon. I think I’m really going to like it here.”

Carlos’ eyes crinkle with delight when he notices Jay’s pinking cheeks. They share a smile for a moment, but are interrupted when steaming cups of coffee and sparkling cupcakes are placed down in front of them.

“Now I know I’m going to like it here,” Carlos exclaims happily, lifting the frothy whipped chocolate confection up close to his face. He swipes his finger across the frosting, picking up a few glitter sprinkles along the way, and quickly sucks the finger into his mouth, pulling it out from between his pursed lips with a quiet pop.

He dares a peek at Jay, and grins smugly at the success of his action. Jay’s pink has burned to a deep red on his face, eyes widened in suprise.

Carlos keeps the smile on his face as he turns back to his dessert to take an actual bite. He can’t hide a tiny moan of pure joy that escapes him at the rich sweetness of the chocolate on his tongue.

But before he can dive in for more, a loud chortle stops him in his tracks. Jay’s pointing at Carlos/ face, his own mouth dusted with white vanilla frosting and purple glitter. A tiny chunk of frosting sits on one corner of his mouth.

“Are you trying to douse your face in chocolate? I think you missed a spot,” he jokes, pointing at a spot on Carlos’ chin.

Carlos perks his eyebrows at Jay, and takes a long swipe across his lips with his tongue. Jay swallows audibly, eyes fixed on Carlos’ mouth.

“You might need a mirror, you’re not doing much better than me,” he giggles, waving at Jay’s face.

In a sudden, impulsive move, Carlos decides to bring a finger to Jay’s cheek, scooping the stray frosting off the corner of his mouth. He darts out his tongue, slowly dragging across the digit to clean away the excess dessert. His eyes never leave Jay’s as he hums his approval.

“Hmm. Not gonna lie, the vanilla is pretty good too. Thanks for letting me have a taste,” he says, throwing a flirty wink.

Jay straightens his back, smiling wider than ever, with a mischeivous glint in his eye.

“Well what about you? Aren’t you going to share with me then?”

Before Carlos can respond, Jay’s bringing him closer with a hand at the back if his neck. Their lips brush softly, and Jay dips down to pull Carlos’s bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it lightly. Carlos breathes a faint whimper at the sensation, letting his eyes slip shut as Jay pulls away.

“Was that, ok?” He asks, searching Carlos’ face, his eyes popping back open at Jay’s words.

“Yes,” Carlos replies, too dazed and happy to think of more words.

Jay snickers, drawing his hand from Carlos’ neck to thumb away some more frosting on his cheek.

“Would it...be safe to say...that I’ll be getting a second date?”

Carlos grins brightly. “Depends. Are you going to man up and actually do the asking this time?” He laughs, shoving Jay playfully in the chest.

Jay grabs at Carlos’ hand before he can withdraw it, pressing it between both of his palms as he smiles.

“You better fucking believe I will.”

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Okay okay I'll stop soon

A - Independent business-oriented woman, hates kids

B - big friendly guy, huggable, dad vibes

C - gremlin, probably knows how to build a bomb

D - cool mom friend, knows F

E - would wear all camo, fishes, lifted truck

F - maybe related to E? Lives in an apartment and probably smokes weed but you could never tell, geek

G - bastard, rich and has a study, an absolutely bitch, wears a robe

H - G's only friend, like G-lite but nice

I - young, nice, skinny, smiles a lot

J - like I but older, more outgoing, would twitch stream some Nintendo game I think

K - mom friend like D but with more lesbian vibes, rock music, the "cool mom"

L - like J but if he was super religious, we're talking no premarital hand holding, showing up to your house asking if you've heard the good news kinda religious

M - has a record player, fixes cars, good listener, always smells like weed

N - M's brother, lazy, would hunt, angers easy

O - 0-0 *ominous noises*, clear/white color

P - popular girl, nice to your face, mean behind your back

Q - older woman, regal, probably rich?

R - in the military, jock, just rude enough where its mean but you cant say anything

S - in the military, playful and super nice, determined (dating R probably)

T - in the military to impress S, likes S, super scrawny, tries very hard

U - alien but with compassion

V - related to U but not an alien... no idk how thay works, v smart tho

W - like B but less dad vibes and more preschool teacher vibes, probably codes or builds stuff in his garage

X - alien but with less compassion

Y/Y - Popular girl like P but for the right reasons because shes nice, cheerleader, pink and yellow at the same time... I can see it in my head idk what to tell you (P and K are also multicolored but not as much)

Z - leather jackets and motorcycles, probably has a like foot tall green mohawk and would like to try to jump the Grand Canyon

I used to not think I had synesthesia because the groups IJLWF and UVX dont have very strong personalities that are clear... both have very clear genders and colors tho so I'm guessing I just dont have the STRONGEST OLP ever

0 - O-O *ominous noises*, a baby, clear color

1 - baby, baby boy, baby, white/light gray color

2 - preschooler, very sweet, wears dresses

3 - little kid, plays-in-the-mud kind of kid, toy trucks

4 - early elementary school age? Very smart

5 - like 10ish years old, a little shit who would probably destroy your stuff and blame you

6 - 12ish year old, tomboy, hangs with "the weird kids" at school

7 - no clue with age, kind of a follower, smart but doesnt use it

8 - 7's friend, older than 7, computer smart, not very popular

9 - oldest number (maybe 15-16?), tomboy, kind of like an older 6, skater, very kind to children and old people, not popular

The colors of 7 and 8 are... the only ones I'm unclear on. I KNOW what they are dont get me wrong, theres and association and it doesnt change, but I think it's like Y,P, and K in that the color is multiple at once so I never have any idea how to actually show it to people. 7 is green and blue, 8 is green, dark blue, and orange

Also all the letters are adults, idk why the numbers are so young. They feel older once they're together is bigger numbers over 9

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“Maybe Tomorrow” (Elorcan Fanfic) [Chapter 1]

AHHHHHHHHH IT’S HERE DUCKLINGS! Chapter one of my Elorcan High School Fan fic! I hope all you lovelies enjoy :) The series is going to be called “Maybe Tomorrow” and it will have between 10-15 parts (depending on how much I write in each chapter). It took me a little while to get this one done only because I was kind of going through a writer’s block this month, but I’ve finally churned ‘er out for you guys (I try to keep my promises when I can).

Chapter List | Chapter 2

Parked in the student parking lot, Elide gripped the steering wheel of her car. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. This was a new a town, a new start.

But at the same time it wasn’t.

Elide’s parents had gone to Orynth High. They had told her stories about their time here, how they had met some of their closest friends here. How they had met each other here.

Elide had never stepped foot in this high school, let alone Orynth, the capital of Terrasen, but it still felt like apart of her was already here, waiting.

And quite frankly, she was scared of what exactly was waiting for her.

Elide took a deep breath and released her hands off the steering wheel. She was here now, and she would be here for the next two years of her life. Grabbing her backpack and school books from the passenger’s seat, Elide swung open the door and stepped out of her car. This was happening, and Elide needed to get through today. Just today.

And then she could focus on the next. And the next. And the next…

The school was massive. Elide could already tell that she would get lost in here more than once. Even this early in the morning the halls were packed with students. Kids meeting up with friends they hadn’t seen all summer, some freshman walking around the halls with maps of the school in hand, a few students throwing around a football in the hallway, some leaning against the aged lockers and reading, and some just walking around the school with the layout of the building so ingrained in their minds that they knew exactly where they were going. Elide took a few minutes just to take it all in. This place was definitely different than the private school she had attended in Morath. And boy, was she glad for it.

Hiking her backpack higher on her shoulders, Elide took a step and prepared to face Orynth high head on. She needed to find Mrs. Galathynius, her high school guidance counselor, who had also been, as she remembered, one of her mother’s closest friends.

But she didn’t get more than a few steps before someone walked staight into her and she fell.

“Ouch!” Elide yelped as she landed on her backside and dropped all of her schoolbooks. Elide looked up at the person who’d run into her and she found onyx eyes piercing into her own. They struck her to the spot, and Elide could only stare right back at them like a deer in headlights.

After a moment, the boy rolled his eyes and took a step away from her. “Watch where you’re going next time, won’t ya” He responded with annoyance before turning back to what he was doing. Elide realized that he was one of the boys throwing the football around. So a jock, then.

Elide scoffed and rose to her feet. What had gotten him into such a mood she wondered. Elide would usually walk away, would usually let people step all over her and go on with their day. It’s what her uncle did.

But for some reason, Elide wasn’t in the mood to be “stepped on.” Maybe it was the new setting, but as his friend threw the football to him again, Elide stepped right in front of him and caught the ball just as he was reaching out for it.

“Learn some manners, won’t ya” Elide snapped back, pushing the football into his hands, picking up her schoolbooks off the floor, and making her way down the opposite side of the hall.

Elide wasn’t sure why she said it, but from reason, she couldn’t stand the idea of being pushed around in this new school. In the school her parents had attended. So she she kept walking down the hall and didn’t stop as she turned the corner and walked further into Orynth High.

“Who the hell was that?” asked Fenrys, walking over to Lorcan as the girl shoved the football into his hands and walked away.

Lorcan watched the girl walk down the hall, and only brought his attention back to Fenrys once she had turned the corner. Who did she think she was talking to him like that.

“I don’t know” Lorcan replied. “I’ve never seen her around here before so she must be a freshman.” “Nah, probably not a freshman” Fenrys stated, plucking the football from Lorcan’s hands and tossing it in the air. “Connall and I already scoped out the freshman class and she ain’t one of them.”

“Well who cares” Lorcan practically growled at him, gesturing with his hands for Fenrys to throw the football at him.

“She’s hot, Lorcan” Fenrys said, his voice dripping with disappointment in Lorcan as he threw Lorcan the ball. “You should know at this point, that if they’re hot, then I care.”

Lorcan merely rolled his eyes and threw the football back at Fenrys. Whoever she was, Lorcan didn’t like her one bit. In all of his years at this high school no one had ever dared to come up and talk to him like that.

No one except Maeve. But Maeve was different, Maeve was special.

Maeve was-

Lorcan was interrupted by a football careening towards him and hitting him smack in his face.

“Jesus, Fenrys!” Lorcan yelled, covering his left eye with his hand. He could already feel the bruise forming.

“That’s what you get for not paying attention” Fenrys teased, and began to laugh at Lorcan.

“Not funny, prick” Lorcan replied, testing out the muscles around his bruised eye. “Now I’m probably going to have a black eye for the party on friday.”

“Aw, I’m sure you’re going to attract the ladies and men just fine cry baby, black eye or not.”

Lorcan only gave him a look with his eye. If only he knew that Lorcan didn’t really want anyone in this school, male or female. The only person he wanted in this school, that he loved in this school, was the leader of the cheerleading squad. She was the class president and the most popular girl in school.

She was Connal’s on-and-off again girlfriend.

She was Maeve.

Elide didn’t know where she was going, but she just kept walking. Her quick burst of confidence was quickly fading and she began to regret her snarky response to the onyx-eyed boy immediately. What was she doing, already making enemies at the school she was stuck at for the next two years of her life. She began to slow her pace as she fell deeper in thought.

Maybe her uncle was right. Maybe she did snap too easily. Maybe that was why she’d never really had any close friends.

No. No. She couldn’t think like that. She wouldn’t think like that.

Sighing, Elide hiked up her backpack and began walking down the hall again. She had asked one of the freshman to see their map and, once she’d located where Mrs. Galathynius’ office was and how to get there, handed it back to them before making her way to her counselor’s office.

After a few wrong turns and help from one of the staff members, Elide finally located the office. Elide took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Exclaimed a cheerful voice on the other side of the door. Elide opened it and walked into the small office.

Papers were everywhere. On the desk, On the floor, on the walls. On the two office chairs that she supposed where for guests. Various books and framed family photos resided on her desk next to giant stacks of papers, and the only source of light in the room -a small lamp in the far right corner- cast a rather intimidating shadow over everything in the office.

“Apologies for the mess. I would offer you a seat but, well, I needed the chairs to put some score reports” replied a woman with almost-white blonde hair. She wore a white blouse and a green and white necklace. Her hair was thrown up in an elegant bun and black, rounded glasses framed her face. Despite the mess of the office, Elide had the sense that this woman had worked here for a long time, and no doubt knew what she was doing.

“Hello, I’m-”

“Elide Lochan” The woman replied as she looked up. Pain and recognition shone in her eyes, so powerfully, in fact, that Elide had to look away from her gaze. “Yes, I know who you are dear.”

Elide swallowed. She wasn’t ready for this, she wasn’t ready to face this. She was foolish to think she could come to this school and everything would be normal and-

“Elide” Mrs. Galathynius said, interrupting Elide’s thoughts.

“Mrs. Galathy-”

“Call me Evalin, please” she replied confidently.

“Mrs. Galat-”

“If you called me anything other than Evalin I would consider it extremely offensive, as would your mother” Evalin replied, raising an eyebrow at her.

Elide swallowed and brought her eyes back to Mrs. Gala-, Evalin, once more. Pain still lingered in her gaze, but comfort now lingered there too.

Evalin cleared her throat. “Elide, I know it must be difficult seeing someone of your parent’s past. Especially since they are no longer with us” Evalin said cautiously, “But you should know that they were like family to me. They still are, and since they were my family, you are my family too.”

Evalin gave Elide a small smile and reached into her desk, shuffled through a few papers, and pulled out a wrinkled photo.

“I’d like you to have this” she said, handing the small picture over to Elide. It was of Elide’s parents, smiling at each other like two teenagers madly in love. They were teenagers, Elide realized, her mother looked almost exactly like her. The same dark hair, the same brown eyes, the same height. The same face.

Elide wanted to give the picture back to Evalin. Every wound that she had tried to stitch up began to tear again, began to bleed again, at the sight of her parents looking so young and so happy.

But instead, Elide gave Evalin a small smile and a quick thank you before putting the picture hastily away in her backpack. Her emotions were everywhere today. It made everything so much more draining.

“Now” Evalin said, the pain her voice now replaced with fervor, “About your classes.” Evalin looked through one of the giant stacks of paper on her desk and shook her head before turning to another overflowing pile of papers on the floor.

“Aha!” She said, pulling out a piece of paper from the middle of the pile and causing the whole stack of papers to fall and disperse on the floor.

Oblivious to the new mess, Evalin adjusted her glasses and began to look over the paper carefully.

“Let’s see then. Law 2, government and politics, public speaking 3… it seems you’re taking a lot of politically-related classes” Evalin commented, turning over the paper. “Do you want to be in politics?” She asked turning her attention back to Elide. She hesitated, lightly setting down the paper and saying, “Like your uncle?”

Elide swallowed. She could hear the disdain and pure hatred that leaked from Evalin’s voice at the mention of her uncle. Quite frankly, Elide spoke about him in a similar manner, but it was different hearing someone else talk about him the same way.

“That’s precisely why I want to be in politics” Elide responded, lowering her voice as if he could hear them, even all the way in the capital, and then raising it once more so that maybe he could hear her all the way from the capital. “So that I can stop people like him, and like Erawan, from becoming leaders in the world. I- I decided that no one in Terrasen should feel frightened and oppressed because of them. That they shouldn’t have to be represented by people like them. So if no one else is going to stand against them, I guess I will.”

Elide always felt proud when someone asked her why she wanted to go into politics. Proud because, it was the one thing in her life that she knew she wanted. And proud because it was the one thing in her life that didn’t hurt to talk about.

Evalin gave her a look that, if Elide wasn’t mistaken, looked like pride. “I think you and my daughter would get along” she said. “Her name is Aelin. She is an eleventh grader, like you, and she wants to get into politics as well.” Evalin gave a small chuckle, “She used to hate politics, you know. Couldn’t understand why her father loved being President so much.

“But then she met Rowan, and, well, I’ve never seen her so passionate about anything. You should talk to her.”

Just then, the warning bell rang in the hallway, disrupting the emotion that was beginning to build in the room and signaling all the students that first period of the first day of school would start in a few minutes.

Evalin hastily handed Elide her schedule and made to get out of her chair, but found herself surrounded by papers on both sides and could barely manage to take a step in any direction from her chair.

“It seems I may need to clean up a little bit” Evalin said, shaking her head and letting out a sigh. “Elide, I was going to walk you to your first class but-”

Elide couldn’t help but laugh at Evalin’s position. “It’s no problem” She said, letting out a small giggle. “I’ll find my first class. Eventually.”

Evalin huffed and waved for Elide to leave the room. “Well go now before you’re late. And remember to go see my daughter when you can!” Evalin yelled as Elide exited her office.

Outside of Evalin’s office, Elide leaned against the door and watched the students rushing down the hallway to get to their first class. She could do this. She could do this.

Elide looked to her left, and then her right. She had no idea where room G246 was for her first class of the day: Law 2. But she’d find it. Eventually.

And she’d heal, she’d become a politician, she would do right by her parents.

Eventually.

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Tacos and Tequila - Ch.5

Sorry it’s late! Once again your lovely comments astound me - for every one a baby gets their beanie <3

(Just realised I haven’t gotten round to replying to them yet, I’m so out of it, but I’ll get to it tomorrow!)

Ch.1 / Ch.2 / Ch.3 / Ch.4 / Read on AO3

Hour 6

Suddenly Betty is gone from the couch.

Jughead practically feels the wind she creates in her fast movements to get away from him.

“How do you know about that?” she asks from where she’s standing in front of the TV. Jughead sits up straighter, holding her with a level gaze. The alcohol is making her head feel heavy, her tongue feel numb – or was it because of the way he refused to stop staring at her as she felt her heart begin to race?

Not here, not another person. Jughead wasn’t supposed to know about this, about what she did at that party. No one outside of Riverdale should know. A clean slate, that’s what she’d been longing for, what she’d been grasping at for a long time now; that incident just pushed her over the edge, was the last straw in taking her final steps out of Riverdale and hoping she didn’t have to go back. Polly was in Greendale, and her mom would be quite happy to let her spend her holidays trapped inside the house for as few days as possible, after the show she had made of herself. As far as the rest of the population of that town was concerned, Betty Cooper was now a ghost.

And wasn’t that true? After it happened, the Betty Cooper that people had always known –sweet, wholesome, predictable – was no more. She’d marred her perfectly crafted reputation beyond repair, the standards she’d been held to for so long so ingrained that she couldn’t even find it in herself to be relieved. She was just ruined.

“It’s not his fault, but Archie may have mentioned something…” Jughead sees a light go out in Betty’s eyes and hurries to placate her. “He didn’t tell anyone what happened. We were just at this party at the start of semester, and he briefly said something about hoping it didn’t end like the last one he went to, that something happened with his best friend,” Jughead explains warily.

Betty nods, downcast eyes causing the first hot tears to spill over and onto her cheeks, fingers clenching automatically.

“Try to leave one reputation behind and another one follows you,” she laughs humourlessly, bitterness coating her tone.

“Hey,” Jughead stands, moving to step in front of her and stop her pacing. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s none of my business,” he says soothingly, hand twitching towards her shoulder before he pulls it back again. Betty looks up at him with wide, watery eyes and his chest tightens. She lets out a shaky sigh.

“Before, when you said I seemed ‘perfect’,” her voice is quiet but she spits the word out like it tastes bad. “What did you mean?” she asks, fingers uncurling to fiddle with the hem of her shirt. He takes a subconscious step closer to her.

“I guess I meant you seemed impossible. There’s no such thing, Betts,” he murmurs, unable to stop himself from reaching out to brush a stray tear away. “I was kind of waiting for you to tell me to fuck off. But when you didn’t, I realised that you might believe that’s what you were,” he tells her, rising inflection turning the guess into the hint of a question.

She sucks in a sharp breath. How did he know?

“The way Archie spoke about you – it was clear how much you meant to him but… I guess I heard something in his stories about you that I could relate to,” he finishes cryptically. Betty scrunches her eyebrows as she waits for him to explain. Jughead searches her eyes for a second, irises wide and imploring, before turning and heading back to sit cross-legged on the cushions they’d left on the floor. He looks to her, waiting for her to join him. She mirrors his position and waits.

“Dad lost his job when I was seven. My sister, Jellybean, was only one at the time and there had been complications with her birth that my parents were still paying medical bills for. We moved into the trailer park on the South side of town. It wasn’t enough to cover the costs, though, because Dad started to… do a little something extra on the side. There was this gang,” Jughead huffs a laugh through his nose. “Let’s just say they were less than savoury characters.” He pauses, and Betty watches as a show reel of memories flits behind his eyes. They’re unfocused and distant, no longer with her in the apartment as he remembers.

“Anyway, whatever he was doing with them didn’t sit well with my mom. They’d fight at all hours, I don’t think it was possible for them to be in the same room as one another towards the end – and there aren’t many places to go in a trailer. I think they always fought and I just didn’t notice until we were in such close quarters.” He swallows. “But they’d fight, and Dad would drink, and they’d fight because of that, and then something would get smashed.” Jughead’s voice turns bitter. “It was like they were immune to Jellybean’s cries at that point, so I’d go in and pick her up and make up stories to tell her till she fell back to sleep. I was doing it mainly for her, but any time I could spend in a different reality was a bonus for me too.” He’s running his nail along the embroidered pattern of the cushion beneath him.

“A few years later Mom left. And then a few years after that she came back and took JB with her.” Jughead blinks back the tears he remembers releasing the day he watched the car drive away, his sister inside. Suddenly, he’s back in the room with Betty.

“There were times though – birthdays, and Christmas, and family outings – when things were like they used to be. Dad wasn’t drinking too much, and Mom wasn’t always tired. They were parents and we were children, and everything was the way it should be.

“I’d see my friends at school and tell them about how normal my life was. In public, the Jones’ were everybody’s All-American family.” Jughead laughs again, and this time it’s genuine. “I used to make up these little comic strips, with us as the characters. We’d do the most mundane things and I’d pretend they were real life. If I focused on them hard enough they became memories.” He meets her eyes again, their intensity stopping Betty’s breath slightly.

“The lying became too much, and I was tired of keeping up this act in front of my friends. I stopped talking to them, and eventually they stopped trying to talk to me. If there was no one to lie to I didn’t have to lie anymore. A lot of stuff happened in the middle, but now Dad’s getting help, and I’m getting back to a point where I don’t feel the need to lie anymore – it never did any good. It didn’t put my family back together.”

Their gazes hold even after Jughead is finished talking. The credits to the movie are running quietly in the background.

“You didn’t have to tell me all that,” Betty says quietly. Jughead shrugs.

“But I did. What do you think of me now?” he asks, and the question throws her off. He seemed to do that a lot.

Betty looks at him for a moment. He was confident, yet guarded. He was funny and empathetic and he’d just told a girl he’d known for a few hours his life story.

“You’re brave,” she tells him honestly. Jughead smiles softly at her in gratitude, the back of his neck heating up gently. Betty takes a breath, understanding his point.

“My sister started dating this guy, Jason Blossom. His sister, Cheryl, was on the cheerleading squad with me and she had this big party after graduation. Jason and Polly’s relationship was… turbulent, to say the least. The last argument they had before they broke up did something to Polly. She was inconsolable and distraught, and Mom did what she always does and made it worse. Polly got sent to a mental health facility in the town over when she should have been starting her freshman year of college.” Betty’s eyes water, but she doesn’t let the tears loose this time.

“Jason was home for summer and he came down to the party. He started making all kinds of rude remarks about Polly, about how she was such a good girl by day but ‘a freak in the sheets at night’.” The quote makes Betty shudder. “He was laughing about it with all these jocks and it made me so mad, because Polly was locked away like some kind of prisoner. I told him to stop it but he wouldn’t listen to me.”

“Polly is where she belongs,” Jason threw at her, baring his teeth behind a wide grin. Betty’s fists began to clench as a wave of darkness blurred her vision. “That girl is insane. You know she tried to convince me to marry her, said she wanted us to start a family? How pathetic.”

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that,” Betty seethed between gritted teeth. Jason laughed, loud and menacing.

“Little Betty Cooper – what’s the matter, princess? Finally found your fight?” Jason glanced to the side, meeting the eyes of a few of the crowd that had begun to gather on the patio. “Don’t forget, Betty. I’ve been in your house. Your bathroom. I’ve seen those pills in your cabinet – crazy must run in your family,” the redhead snarled, leaning towards her as he revealed her secrets to their peers.

Betty didn’t remember when she began to move, but all of a sudden she was lunging for him. The surprise movement threw Jason off guard, her weight managing to topple him as he took a step back, foot slipping against the edge of the pool. With a shove to his chest, Betty sent Jason flying into the water, his head knocking against the lip of the pool on the way down.

Jason emerged, clinging to the stone edge, eyes clearly dazed and disorientated from the blow. Betty crouched by the edge of the pool, watching him splutter for air.

“Say you’re sorry, Jason. Say you’re sorry for what you did to me!” she screamed. The world was a blur, nothing felt real.

The next thing she knew, Archie’s arms were around her waist, hushing her gently as he dragged her away, the people in the distance rushing to help Jason out of the water.

“I don’t remember it very clearly,” Betty tells Jughead, voice wavering with nerves. “I just remember this… darkness taking over, and it scared me. That I don’t know what I’m capable of, that I could…” her throat hitches, cutting off her sentence. She looks up as Jughead touches her wrist gingerly.

“Ask me what I think of you now,” he whispers.

“What do you think of me now?” she asks, voice just as quiet.

“I think you’ve spent too long in the shadows, Betty Cooper. Trapped inside your own expectations. But now you can finally learn to breathe.” She wants to wrap her arms around him to hide the fresh tears in her eyes, but she doesn’t.

“It’s unfair – you knew more about me when I arrived than I knew about you, than I knew about myself,” she adds with a chuckle, the moment she met Jughead seeming like an age ago. Jughead smiles.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere. It would be your honour to get to know me, Betty Cooper,” he tells her, his smile shifting to a coy smirk. She laughs, the sound a little fuller than before.

“Are we going to regret all this oversharing in the morning?” she asks, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. It’s meant as a joke, to diffuse the shift that’s happened between them in just a few short hours, but there’s a nervousness behind her question.

“I hope not,” he replies sincerely.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead au #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #bughead fan fiction #jetty #writing

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universitykpop · 8 years ago

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Reputation; Series (Part 8)

Summary: Zhang Yixing was a typical jock. He had the looks, athleticism, and cockiness, all the makings of a football boy. Though he was popular and had people around him at all times, he didn’t talk much. There had to be another side to him, and you needed to find out.

PART 8

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Member: Chanyeol, Lay, and Xiumin

Words: 2,164

A/N: This part has been such a pain in my ass. Please enjoy it.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

The silver rhinestones stitched into the dress glimmered under the fluorescent lighting in the dressing room. Your reflection was beautiful, but the hem of the dress was shorter than what you would have liked. You tugged on it only for it to retract back into place. Throwing the curtain to the side, you stepped out into the lobby of the dressing room.

“Chanyeol, I’m not feeling this one.” You gave him a look of uneasiness.

“You look really pretty in it. What’s wrong with it?” He stood from the bench to get a closer look.

“It’s too short. What if I drop something? I can’t bend over.” You pointed out, glancing down at the dress.

“I don’t see what the problem is.” He sent you a greasy grin, to which you punched him in the shoulder. “I’m kidding. My aunt can fix the length.”

You sighed, “Do I have to go to homecoming?”

“Yes! How is Yixing going to be jealous if you’re not there to show him what he’s missing out on?!”

“He already doesn’t like me because of you! The fact you asked me to homecoming didn’t help with that either!” You shouted, making the tall boy droop.

“I’ve already said I’m sorry. I can’t take back what I did. But you’re just as much at fault as I am. You let it happen too. If I had known you liked Yixing, I wouldn’t have let it go as far as it did… You know what? Just forget it. You don’t have to go to the dance.” Chanyeol turned to leave the dressing rooms.

You acted quickly before he could exit. He reluctantly looked into your eyes as you began, “I’m sorry. I’m just frustrated. You’re putting a lot of effort into helping me. I shouldn’t be complaining. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, even if all of it didn’t go right.”

He stared down at you for a moment and then tugged you into a tight hug. “I know we’ve only been friends for a little while, but I love you. Not romantically but like family, you know? I would do a lot for you.”

“Thank you, Chanyeol,” You mumbled into his sweatshirt, “But I’m still gonna kick your ass for how you asked me.”

Half time was almost over, and the cheer team’s routine was coming to a close. You watched slightly zoned out until the cheerleaders lifted up posters with the question, “Go to HoCo with me?” You snorted at the poor person who was being asked. This was as embarrassing as it gets. The speakers cracked before Chanyeol’s voice came over.

He walked to the middle of the cheerleaders’ formation with a bouquet in one hand and the mic in the other. His hair was sweaty and plastered to his face. The black paint on his cheeks was smudged. Who in the world was he asking? You didn’t know of anyone he was interested in.

“Y/N, I wanted to show how much you mean to me, and what better way to do that than in front of almost the entire school?” He spoke, earning praise from the crowd.

Your face felt like it was on fire, your eyes wide in fear.

“So, will you go to homecoming with me?”

“Y/N, go down there!” Jia nudged you out of your seat. You hesitantly hurried to the nearest gate to the field and jogged to Chanyeol with the crowd cheering for you.

“Will you?” He smiled widely at you. Well, you kind of couldn’t say no in this situation…

You nodded, accepting the flowers and wrapping your arms around his waist. As the crowd freaked out, Chanyeol pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Why are you like this?” Chanyeol whined.

“Because. Now go get your aunt so we can get the dress fixed.” You waved him off.

His aunt owned a successful formal dress store which made it easy to find a dress. School dances were just a bunch of hassles disguised in sparkly dresses, heavy makeup, and unnecessary hype.

A kind, short woman entered the room with a familiar smile. She asked you about lengths you were comfortable with as she measured you. Chanyeol appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“Chanyeol, when are you going to actually date a nice, sweet girl like Y/N?” His aunt piped up when she noticed his presence.

“You promised you weren’t going to meddle!” He immediately devolved into a child.

“I know, but seriously, Yeol. I want grand nieces and nephews one day, and that’s not going to happen if you keep up your silly playboy phase.”

You glanced up at him with a suppressed grin to see him stood, arms crossed and lips pressed into a thin line. This obviously wasn’t the first time he had heard this from his aunt.

Never having a boyfriend meant never having to deal with everything that was homecoming. Mums and garters were ridiculous. There were so many things that had to be added, and you were starting to wonder if it was worth all the trouble.

There was a mess across your kitchen table; ribbons, glitter, bells, and bows everywhere. Adding a stuffed toy mascot to the center of the flower, a bit of hot glue landed on your thumb.

“Son of a bitch!” You jerked your hand back, surprisingly not messing up the garter, “Why is this necessary?!”

Just as you felt like throwing the garter across the room, your phone rang with a text from Chanyeol telling you he was outside your house. You sprang from your seat and opened the front door. His eyes widened before a smile broke out on his face.

“Well, don’t you look cute.” He looked you up and down.

“Stop.” You whined, knowing he was mocking your comfy clothes. He didn’t look too bad himself in those sweatpants.

“Is that him?!” Your mom excitedly yelled from the kitchen, “Invite him in!”

Chanyeol followed you inside, holding a giant mum. How were you supposed to pin that to your shirt without the fabric ripping?!

“Oh, my! It’s so beautiful.” Your mom said once she caught sight of the mum.

“Thank you. I had to get my mom’s help for some of it. I didn’t mean to make it so heavy.” Chanyeol chuckled, “I made it so that you can put it over your shoulder instead of pinning it.”

“You made this?” You were shocked. It never occurred to you that he could create something so artistic.

He nodded proudly, and you felt bad that the garter you made couldn’t come close to the same quality.

“I just finished your garter, but it’s not as good. I did it myself.” You trudged to your dining room table, picking up the pathetic excuse.

“What are you talking about? It’s amazing!” Chanyeol’s grin was ear to ear; you had to keep yourself from pinching his cheeks.

“Put them on, so I can take your pictures!” Your mom pulled up the camera on her phone.

You helped Chanyeol slide the garter up his arm, and he laid the mum over your shoulder. His arm rested around your waist, giving a light squeeze as the picture was being taken. After your mom took more pictures than necessary, she was quick to invite him for dinner.

“Chanyeol, are you staying to eat?”

“Oh, n-”

“Sit, sweetheart. You’re staying. It’s almost done.” She smiled before going back to the kitchen.

“I am so sorry.” You nervously laughed.

“Don’t be. Takeout isn’t healthy anyway.” He watched your mom buzz around grabbing bowls in amusement.

“So, did that girl say yes to Yixing?” You asked quietly.

Chanyeol’s head snapped in your direction, “You didn’t see it on Twitter? She said no, like not even a gentle let down. Someone videoed it. Apparently, she has a boyfriend that no one knew of. Yixing is going to homecoming solo for once.”

The school dance was so hyped up for the past month, you were pretty let down when you actually arrived at the school gym. The football guys had wanted to show up for the last hour of the dance, and now you understood why.

“Just wait for the afterparty,” Chanyeol spoke into your ear, guiding you to one of the lunch tables with a metallic table cloth and an ugly centerpiece with balloons.

Hani sat beside you while the guys went off to get drinks. Your eyes followed Yixing, admiring the way his body looked in slacks and a button up.

“Stop, you might start drooling.” Hani nudged your leg with her knee.

“I can’t.” You whine, “How does someone say no to him?”

“Someone who has tall, dark, and handsome from the soccer team.” Hani pointed toward the dance floor where the female lead of the musical slow danced with Choi Minho.

Ah yes, Minho; amazingly athletic and charismatic. A smile that could make anyone swoon and a body that could make anyone faint. What was keeping you from crushing on him?

And there, you could hear why. His laugh, the most annoying thing you’ve ever heard…

Before you scrutinized her boyfriend any more, Chanyeol sat a cup of punch in front of you. The seats on either side of you and Hani were occupied by your dates. Chanyeol’s arm rested on the back of your chair naturally.

Your foot tapping along with the music, your gaze wandered around the room and noticed Ahn Hyejin peeking over at Chanyeol. You quickly nudged him, almost making him spill punch in his lap.

“What?” He asked as if there was an emergency.

“Have you ever been with Hyejin?” You whispered into his ear.

His body tensed at the question, and he hesitantly nodded.

“She keeps looking over here. You should go dance with her.” You discreetly gestured in her direction.

“She probably wants to kill me, not dance with me.”

“What are you even talking about?”

“We hooked up a few times. She really liked me, and I think I liked her too, but I pushed her away.”

“Do you still like her?”

“I don’t know.” Chanyeol squirmed in his seat, avoiding your attentive gaze.

“Go dance with her. Maybe this is a second chance.” You nudged him with more force. He turned to protest, but you pointed a finger in his face. With an exasperated sigh, he stood and unsurely made his way to the short girl.

You watched as he asked her to dance, her looking back at you in confusion. You quickly gestured for them to go out on the dance floor, giving her assurance to dance with your date. His awkwardness melted in no time as the two of them fell back into a familiar comfort.

“Hey, would you be mad if I went out there with Minseok?” Hani asked in your ear.

You faced your friend with scrunched eyebrows, “Why would I? Go have fun.”

Once they left, you realized you were alone. Though grinding on random classmates wasn’t the most fun thing to do, you felt left out. Ever since Chanyeol kissed you at that party, you’ve begun to feel like you were a part of something, and now even that ‘something’ was leaving you behind. You downed the rest of your punch hoping that somebody had spiked it. While you looked into the empty cup, someone tapped your shoulder.

“Yixing?” You exclaimed in surprise.

“I noticed your date isn’t with you.” He stated… with a hint of disapproval?

“Yeah, I told him to go dance with Hyejin.” You explained.

“I see… Do you want to dance with me?” He asked nervously.

There had to have been alcohol in that punch. Yixing had been actively avoiding you for a few days and now he wants to be a friend?

“It’s a slow song though.” You reminded him, but he only held his hand out for yours.

Yixing led you into the crowd of hormonal teenagers and placed his hands on your hips, keeping a decent amount of space between you. He rocked the two of you side to side to the beat of the cheesy love song. Your heart was pounding against your chest; this was the best thing to happen out of the blue. You just hoped your hands weren’t shaking where they rested on his shoulders.

“How have you been?” Yixing questioned over the music.

“Good. What about you?” You answered as casually as you could.

“I’ve been pretty busy,” He shrugged, “I need to ask you something though.”

“What?”

“Do you-”

“Students, please clear the floor, so we can announce homecoming court.” The principal abruptly interrupted the music and, unfortunately, Yixing. The crowd started to disperse, and Yixing took your hand to guide you back to the table.

“What did you want to ask?” You tried to get him to return to your conversation.

“It can wait.” He smiled weakly and abandoned you at the table for football players with dates.

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notarelationship · 7 years ago

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Clinging to This Hating Game 5/7

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine Rating: Explicit Warnings: some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex Word Count: ~3900 (this chapter)

Everything wonky is my fault.

AO3 link Chapter 5

On tumblr: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

Well.

After a slap fight with my beta that turned into full on mud-wrestling, this one very long chapter has been turned into two. The good news is that the second half will post no later than Sunday, and possibly earlier.

Forever thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for the beta. And the slap-fight.

Chapter 5

Kurt had always expected that by the time he reached his final semester of high school the pressure that he’d felt for four years would have fizzled out. The pressure he’d put on himself to be better, to rise above everyone’s expectations, the pressure to get everything right all the time, to take away any ammunition that could be used against him.

After all, his college applications were in, he’d sent out his audition videos (except NYADA, of course, they would require an in-person audition) and he was still in the lead for valedictorian. That should mean he should be able to coast through one semester.

It didn’t.

The glee club had a real chance of winning nationals this year, but they had to get through regionals first, and spring cheer competitions were going to start up in March and Coach Sue wouldn’t accept anything less than a first place finish. On top of that, there was no way he was going to let Blaine the Usurper take his valedictorian crown. He might be smart, and a little hot, but he was also the enemy, And he was a transfer student for pete’s sake.

So when school started back up after the holidays Kurt was outside the guidance counselor’s office checking the rankings. Kurt was still at the top of the class with a 4.21 GPA.

Blaine, however, had overtaken Harriet Gomez, and was now in second place behind Kurt. With a 4.13 GPA Blaine was poised to take the lead any time Kurt stumbled. He couldn’t let it happen. Kurt examined the rest of the standings, to make sure there weren’t any likely dark horse threats (there weren’t).

“Kurt, I’m so happy I found you.” It was Rachel.

Kurt sighed and turned to look at her. “It’s a Monday Rachel, where else would I be?”

She kept going without acknowledging his obviously rhetorical question.

“Blaine and I both received our invitations to audition for NYADA on Saturday and I thought we should all discuss carpooling together since they are holding them for all invitees on the Ohio State campus in Columbus and it just makes sense for all of us to go together.” Kurt barely heard what she said after “invitations.”

He turned away. “I didn’t get one.”

It was distressing. It was unheard of that they would audition three students from the same program and his chances had materially diminished when Blaine arrived. He had to face the fact that an audition appointment might not come at all. “I guess you’re on your own.”

“What? That’s ridiculous Kurt, you have very unique talents, and I’m sure that when the dean of admissions hears you they’ll -”

“Stop Rachel. Please.” Kurt tried not to glare, but her whole demeanor was provoking him. “I’ll let you know if an invite comes. If not you two crooners are on your own.” Kurt spun and walked away from her and toward his next class.

“I am not a crooner, Kurt!” He didn’t have to turn around to know she was stomping her foot.

Kurt managed to slip into his chair in home room with plenty of time to spare. Quinn was already there, Cheerios uniform on.

“Did you have a nice trip to Chicago with your parents?” Kurt asked her.

Quinn huffed a frown. “Delightful. My father found out I’ve been seeing Puckerman again and took away the keys to my car.”

Kurt’s eyes went wide, and he was about to disparage Mr. Fabray with the full muscle of his well-honed snark, but Blaine came rushing into the classroom just as the bell rang. Kurt’s eyes stayed wide.

In the months since football season ended Kurt had noticed a subtle change in Blaine’s personal style. (He hadn’t been looking, it had just been so obvious.) His jeans had become more well fitted (okay, tighter), the McKinley football t-shirts had been replaced with crisp polo shirts (that may have pulled teasingly across his shoulders. No - wait). The trendy sneakers had been replaced by top siders and loafers. The tidy curls were being tamed by some actual hair product.

But today, the first day of the last semester of high school, Blaine Anderson was wearing snug raspberry colored chinos, a vertically striped polo with a bow tie and two-tone oxford shoes that matched colors of the stripes on his shirt. Kurt had to bite his tongue to keep his jaw from dropping as he watched Blaine take the open seat at the front of the class.

“See something you like?” Quinn whispered.

Kurt hoped his feigned recoil was convincing; he did not need this from Quinn. “Good lord no. I was just wondering what kind of monster would pair that shirt with those pants.” Kurt shook his head. Obviously one with a ridiculously tiny waist. How had he never noticed that before?

On top of that, the glee club still had regionals to prepare for, and unlike their sectionals competition there was nothing like the musical to distract half of the group from wanting a lead. When Kurt arrived to class at the end of the day Mr. Schuester was already trying to reign them in.

“Okay guys, we need to decide on a theme for our performance before we start song selection. Who has something they’d like to suggest?”

Blaine raised his hand. “It’s near Valentine’s Day, we could do love songs.”

A few of the girls responded with positive noises, but overall no one really liked that idea. Kurt didn’t think it was so bad.

“That’s lame,” Puck said, voicing the more popular reaction. “Unless you had some dude you wanted to serenade. Then we’d totally have your back, man.”

Blaine turned to look at Puck, eyes wide in horror. “No. No, that’s not something I think I would want your help with.”

Puck shrugged. “Your loss bro.”

It turned out that this year regionals was taking place at Dalton Academy, Blaine’s former high school. Kurt thought it was funny that they had never competed against Dalton before, but here they were going up against them for the first time, after Blaine had transferred to McKinley. It was probably a coincidence.

When they pulled up in their bus the first thing they saw was a giant banner stating “Welcome 2013 Midwest Regionals Finalists: McKinley High School New Directions and the Western Illinois Prep Spinal Chords!” They were led to a tidy room full of soft furniture and dark wood. It had a minimum of refreshments; bottled water and some snacks were laid out along a sideboard. It was pretty nice.

“You went to school here, Hobbit?” Santana asked, flopping down on one of the oversized couches.

Blaine grimaced, but Kurt couldn’t tell if it was because of Santana’s question, or because she put her feet up on the arm of the couch.

“I did,” Blaine answered. “Right up until the beginning of this year.”

Kurt thought about what Blaine had told him months before, about Dalton’s glee club - that they weren’t good enough to get Blaine a scholarship, and he wondered how much competition they would actually be. Blaine had been confident during rehearsals, practically assuring everyone that while the Warblers were good, they weren’t quite up to what Blaine had seen from the New Directions this year. But Kurt knew that competitions were never as simple as just talent.

Mr. Schuester came and gathered the boys, leading them to the lounge that was serving as their changing area, while the girls changed in their waiting room. Kurt and Blaine were the last two dressed, and on the way back they passed a group of boys in navy school uniforms, looking like entitled rich kids. Kurt assumed these boys were Warblers.

“Hey killer, why don’t you return my calls?” Kurt stopped to look at the speaker, and to see who he was talking to. Blaine’s face had turned red and he turned to face the boy, who was skinny and had too much hair. “At least public school hasn’t ruined that fine ass.”

“Oh my god, Sebastian.” Blaine’s eyes went wide, and Kurt stopped, arms crossing over his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should stay with Blaine or leave. They weren’t friends but he was willing to stand up for him. For McKinley pride if nothing else.

Sebastian was eyeing Kurt. “I don’t know why you left if this is the best public school has to offer, I mean he’s not even - ”

Kurt took a step forward, he might not look like much, but he had the upper body strength of someone who threw humans into the air on a regular basis. Blaine stepped in front of him, putting a hand on Kurt’s arm as if to stop him from whatever he was going to do.

“Hey, guys, come on.” Finn came walking toward them. “We need to get ready.”

Sebastian laughed, glancing at all of them. “Maybe I’ll see you later, Blaine.”

“I - no. You won’t.” Blaine turned, pulling Kurt by the elbow toward Finn. Kurt was shocked enough by Blaine grabbing him that it took him a minute to form a retort.

“Not on good terms with your ex?”

Blaine looked at him, mouth open. “He’s not, it wasn’t like that. He’s not an ex.”

Kurt turned to watch Sebastian walk the opposite way down the hall. “Well if you’re still dating him you might want to take a good look at your relationship, because that guy - ”

“I’m not dating him, Kurt. He wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“Then what was he - ” They got to the door before he could finish his questions, and Blaine shot him a look that clearly said stop talking. Kurt stopped. He wasn’t even sure why he was pushing it. It was none of his business if this boy was Blaine’s ex boyfriend. None at all. He followed Blaine into their waiting area and joined the rest of the group getting ready for the performance.

They easily beat the competition with an inspired selection of Michael Jackson songs. Blaine’s lead on “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’” had the entire auditorium on their feet, cheering and dancing, and they even flawlessly managed a costume change for the big finale. When the judge announced them as the winner they all jumped and hugged and cheered, just as they always did. Kurt was high-fiving and hugging randomly; Santana, Quinn, Brittany, and even Rachel threw themselves into his arms.

Kurt turned around in the crowd as they celebrated, and found himself wrapped in Blaine’s arms. Kurt returned the gesture before he even realized it was happening and he could feel Blaine sag into his body, as if he forgot where he was and who he was with, before quickly giving Kurt a squeeze and releasing him to move on to the next person.

Kurt stared at the back of Blaine’s head for a moment, but was snapped back into the moment by FInn’s arm around his shoulder. Kurt shook it off, it didn’t mean anything.

Once they had all made it back to the bus for the ride back to Lima, Kurt let himself think about what had happened. He convinced himself it was nothing, they were teammates and they had won a competition, and even if they were favorites to win it was still nice to be recognized. So they hugged. He hugged all of his teammates after a win.

WHen Kurt climbed on the bus he found Quinn and Puck had managed to claim the last row, with Brit and Santana in the row in front of them. The other glee couples had also paired off and overhead lights were snapping off even as he walked down the aisle. Kurt wasn't entirely sure that he'd enjoy making out with someone while listening to other couples make out too.

“That's all vaguely repulsive,” Kurt said, taking the empty seat next to Mercedes.

“Do not tell me that if you had someone to make out with on this miserable ride that you'd be sitting here next to me.”

Kurt laughed. “Maybe, but that's never going to happen in this crowd.” Kurt hadn't noticed Blaine sitting across the aisle, one row in front of him and Mercedes. Blaine turned around as Kurt spoke, staring at him just a second too long.

Kurt wasn’t really in the mood for a confrontation, so he just looked away without trying to start anything. He could find plenty to talk to Mercedes about on the trip home.

To Kurt’s relief, his invitation to audition for NYADA had arrived not long after Rachel had accosted him in the hall on the first day of the semester, and just a week after regionals he wound up driving a very chatty Rachel and a much less chatty Blaine to Columbus so they could sing for their prospective futures.

Kurt insisted they stop for coffee before they got on the road, to which Blaine had eagerly agreed. Rachel ordered tea with honey, causing Kurt to pause a little when he looked at his morning mocha as he picked it up from the counter. Blaine caught him hesitating.

“Change your mind?” Blaine took a long sip from his own coffee, waiting for Kurt to respond. He really didn’t need Blaine judging him for his coffee order. Or for drinking coffee at all. But Blaine was also drinking coffee.

Kurt frowned. “No. I want my coffee.” He looked at Rachel arguing with the barista about wanting to look at what type of honey she was going to be putting into her tea. Blaine turned to see what Kurt was looking at.

“Ah. Has coffee ever affected your vocal performance in the past?” Kurt shook his head. “What are you drinking?”

“Non-fat mocha,” Kurt answered.

Blaine scrunched up his face. “Well the dairy’s not the best idea, but it’s probably not enough to really do any damage,” Blaine assured him.

Rachel finally finished directing her tea to her specifications and joined them, beaming. “Are we ready?”

Once they were on the road they were all relatively quiet. Rachel wanted to save her voice for the auditions, and Kurt didn’t have all that much to say to either of them, if he was being honest. Blaine dozed in the back seat most of the way.

“I cannot believe I choked!” Rachel wailed in the passenger seat.

“You didn’t really choke, Rachel. You got through it all eventually,” Blaine tried to reassure her, his voice calmly irritating.

Kurt had been stunned when Rachel had forgotten the words to “Don’t Rain On My Parade” just a few bars in, but it had taken him a few minutes to realize what was happening.

The NYADA representative had called them all into the auditorium together, and Blaine had gone first, doing “Something’s Coming” from West Side Story. At first Kurt thought it had been a safe choice, a musical theater staple that they must hear 50 times a year at auditions, and he was underwhelmed. He thought Blaine could do better.

But Blaine was just so charismatic, despite all of his other very irritating qualities (like how could he be so patient with Rachel? She was one of the most annoying people Kurt had to deal with on a regular basis. And that was saying a lot considering how annoying Kurt found most people), that he was swept up in his performance.

Kurt had had to convince himself that he really couldn’t be blamed for finding Blaine attractive, as a performer of course. And Blaine was gay, so he technically wouldn’t mind another guy finding him attractive, right? He had seen Blaine nearly naked, after all, and Blaine hadn’t minded at all at the time. He didn’t really have to like him to find him attractive.

So yeah, Blaine had really killed his NYADA audition, and been entirely dreamy doing it.

That’s why Kurt could be entirely forgiven for not noticing Rachel getting herself into trouble right away. But he did notice when she forgot her lyrics a second time, after she was allowed to restart. Rachel had been singing the song since she was two years old, if her own claims were to be believed. The NYADA rep let her take a 60 second break and a sip of water, and she finally did get all the way through it, but she was clearly shaken at the beginning.

“What if I don’t get in? Where will I go to school? How will I get to New York and conquer Broadway?” Blaine was spending a lot of time trying to console her from the back seat. “I had planned to win a Tony by the time I was twenty-four Blaine!” She was practically shrieking.

“Where else did you apply Rachel? You're very talented and I'm sure there is a program that will work out.”

Rachel twisted in her seat so she could talk to Blaine directly, thank god. Kurt didn’t need to be involved in this.

“Nowhere else, Blaine. NYADA is the best place for me and it's the only place I'll accept.”

“Oh, wow, well in that case I hope it all works out.” Blaine mumbled a few more reassurances, but Kurt tried not to listen.

In fact, Kurt tried to ignore all of Rachel’s dramatic fussing. He had his own performance and acceptance to worry about.

Wanting to go with something unexpected and leave an impression, Kurt had performed “Not the Boy Next Door,” complete with gold lame pants and ass wiggling for his audition. It had seemed to go over well, but it was a risky choice and there was really no telling how it would fare against the more traditional auditions as they went through all of the applicants once the audition portion was over.

“That was an impressive audition, Kurt,” Blaine said, when Rachel was taking a break from predicting the tragic loss of her future career. Kurt glanced in the rearview mirror - Blaine's eyes were wide and he was focused on Kurt's reflection.

Kurt shrugged. “I was pretty confident going in, but now I'm having second thoughts. It's not an obvious choice. You were good.”

“No, that's why it was so great. Inspired, even.” Blaine was nodding, not taking his eyes off Kurt. Kurt smiled a thanks. “And thank you. I felt good.” Kurt could see him smile in the rear view mirror. It wasn’t the big, light up his face smile he usually offered people, though. This one was smaller. More personal. Kurt had to look away. It’s a good thing he was driving.

Eventually Rachel dozed off, but he and Blaine never really managed to strike up much of a conversation after that. Even so, every time Kurt looked in the rear view mirror he saw Blaine watching him. He always averted his eyes when Kurt caught him.

After Kurt dropped Blaine and Rachel off at their houses, he turned the music off to think. He didn’t need to complicate anything about his life right now, and thoughts about Blaine Anderson were not helping. He was less than four months from getting out of Ohio in one more or less sane piece and he did not need some cute guy to charm his way into his life. Where had he been three years ago?

He was supposed to have been a one night stand, for god’s sake.

By the time Kurt got home, dinner was over, so he took an apple up to his room, promising to come back down after a shower and eat more if he was hungry. Right now it wasn’t his stomach that was talking to him.

Kurt stripped, eating his apple in four bites. Leaving the core on his bedside table to deal with later, he stepped into his bathroom (he had insisted when his dad married Carole that he had to have his own bathroom. It was the only demand he made), turning on the shower until it ran warm and steamy, but not scalding.

In the privacy of his own shower, he closed his eyes and could easily see the expression on Blaine's face that night as he undid the buttons on Kurt’s shirt, feel the phantom memory of Blaine's barely there stubble against his cheek and chest. He could see the look on Blaine’s face, hear the tiny, thrilling gasp as he came.

Kurt sucked in a breath, bracing one hand against the tile wall of his shower, and wrapping the other around his cock.

The next week was tense for Kurt. His feelings about Blaine were confusing him, and he didn’t really want to unpack any of them. Avoidance was so much easier. He had decided over the weekend that there wasn’t time to know someone, and that was what Kurt wanted. He wanted more than the physical contact (although he definitely wanted that too). Blaine Anderson had fogged up enough of his thoughts.

By Thursday he was ready to break. Some of his classmates had started receiving college acceptance letters, and he had seen on the NYADA boards that they expected letters would go out this week. He didn’t know how accurate it was, but every day waiting he felt more brittle.

Kurt was sitting in the choir room, counting down the minutes until class started (and then he planned to count down the minutes until class ended) when Rachel came bursting into the classroom.

“Blaine! Kurt! Blaine!” She was waving a piece of paper in front of her and his heart sank. “They’re here!! I got in! Did you get your letters yet?” Her eyes were going in four directions at once. She looked like a maniac. “My dad got the mail and drove it right over during last period. Has anyone called you? Did your mail come yet?”

“Chill out Rachel,” Finn stopped her, patting her on the shoulder as he moved past her to sit down. Kurt knew Finn wasn’t that happy about Rachel moving to New York, because he wasn’t going to go with her. “I’m sure they’ll find out when they get home.”

Kurt barely knew what they did in class that day, running out without talking to anyone and driving straight home. He’d have time to get back for Cheerio practice.

He knew there wouldn’t be anyone home to get the mail, so when he pulled into the driveway he jumped out of the car, leaving it running in the driveway as jumped over the four steps and landed on the porch.

“Bill, bill, LL Bean catalog - you don’t need any more flannel for god’s sake dad,” Kurt ran down the mail out loud, looking for the envelope that would change his life. “New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. This is a small envelope.” Shit. He ripped it open.

Dear Mr. Hummel,

Thank you for your interest in the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. Unfortunately, while your audition showed promise of the kind we might normally be interested in, we had quite a number of talented applicants this year, and you simply did not make the final cut.

While we do not anticipate having a wait list for the upcoming semester, if you would like to reapply and audition again for the spring semester we would welcome the interest. NYADA often accepts students in the spring semester, as it is a competitive program.

Best wishes and good luck in your academic and career pursuits.

Sincerely,

Carmen Tibideaux

NYADA Admissions

Kurt tried not to cry, he really did.

When he was done feeling awful he texted Quinn.

Tell Coach I’m sick. Vomit everywhere. I’ll make it up next week.

Are you sick?

Yeah. Of everything.

#clinging to this hating game #prompt-a-klaine-fic #prompt-a-klaine-fic reverse bang #artist: datshitrandom #klaine fic

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