#saw it in new york on broadway with my ex

[elliesbelle]

Hiw was the musical belle!

sgsjdhdjfj haven’t watched it yet technically, but i’m actually seated for it tbh in the theatre rn and waiting for it to play! they’re currently playing trailers

i HAVE seen the musical in person on broadway though, absolute religious experience. thank god there’s only like three other people in the theater and we’re all spaced out cause i’m about to be BAAAAAAWLING

[keerysfreckles]

ok, so I saw your Newsies smau and I was thinking...

Reader plays Eurydice on Hadestown and a while back she broke up with her toxic ex. But then she meets one of the drivers (u can choose which one) at a show one day and yk they fall in love. Inspired by the song All I've Ever Known from Hadestown.

This is hyper specific and u can ignore this, I'm just rambling here

all i've ever known — LN4

pairing: lando norris x bway!reader

warnings: slight smut, allusions to smut, not proofread

a/n: sorry not sorry but ive never listened to the hadestown soundtrack SO going off the vibes of the show and what i know of it from tiktok 🤞🤞

masterlist !

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for the past three months oscar has been begging lando to go to a broadway show with him. every time the brit is asked, he argues that lily should go with oscar. which he denies, explaining lily's hate towards musicals.

yes, maybe oscar was trying to set up one of his closest friends with his teammate. what could be so bad about him trying to be a good wing man?

after asking non stop during the weekend, lando finally agreed to fly to new york with oscar.

on the plane, oscar tried his best to explain the musical to lando. lando however only got more confused as oscar kept talking, so he opted to look it up on google instead.

"why are you so insistent with me going with you anyway? there's 18 other drivers to pick from," lando asks as he and oscar walk through the streets of new york, on their way to the theater. oscar kept looking down at his phone at google maps, displaying the directions to the address.

"first off, you're the closest friend i have on the grid. and second, there's someone i want you to meet."

lando chuckles, "so this was just to set me up?" oscar simply nods. "does my love life seem that depressing to you?"

oscar doesn't answer as they arrive at the theater, already having a large line queued. the mclaren drivers wait in line, signing things and taking pictures here and there as the line continues moving.

both men are handed a playbill at the entrance, to which lando immediately flips through as oscar leads them to their seats.

oscar points out to lando his friend, y/n, in the small booklet. her black and white picture is at the top of the second page, along with a male, who lando could only guess was the other lead in the show.

"your friend is the lead?" lando asks in shock.

oscar laughs, "yeah, she's actually going to school for musical theater at nyu."

lando whistles and looks through the cast again, now noticing a certain celebrity who's playing the male lead.

"jordan fisher?"

oscar only laughs again at his over enthusiastic friend. "you know, for someone who kept saying no, you seem pretty excited to be here."

before lando could come up with a proper comeback, the lights started dimming in the theater, hushing the crowd.

oscar kept stealing glances towards lando throughout the whole show. he couldn't help but smile as his face lit up as y/n first stepped out on stage.

lando looked like a kid in a candy store. his cheeks flushed and eyes wide, with a smile adorning his features.

at intermission lando immediately started praising y/n towards oscar, telling him how she was made for the stage.

"why don't you tell her that?"

lando only furrowed his eyebrows in response.

"at the end of the show people wait by the stage door to hopefully meet the cast. y/n promised she'd meet us out there."

the two continued talking. oscar answering any questions lando had about the show so far.

the second act of the show went the same as the first, lando being in awe of y/n and oscar smiling at his friend because of his actions.

intentional or not, oscar could tell lando already thought highly of y/n. now the australian could only hope they'd get along once they met.

as soon as the lights dimmed on stage, the audience roared in applause and cheers.

oscar and lando cheered louder when y/n stepped forward, there was no surprise there.

now the duo was waiting outside the theater, their arms wrapped around themselves to try and keep them warm in the chilly new york wind.

"you alright? you seem kind of nervous," oscar states, noticing lando swaying more then usual. a nervous habit he's picked up on over the past year or so.

lando simply shrugs. he was not about to share with oscar how he might've just fallen in love with girl on stage. he never believed in love at first sight before, but now his mind has been changed.

the stage doors opened, revealing y/n and her costar jordan fisher. both were eager to meet the fans who waited, and signed pictures and other items, as well as take pictures with the fans and answer any questions they had.

as y/n was finishing signing a picture for a fan, oscar called her over.

"oscar!" y/n giggled as she jogged towards him and lando.

oscar hugged and congratulated her, lando doing the same.

"so you're the famous lando he keeps talking about," y/n smiles up at him, taking in his features for the first time.

lando laughed before looking at oscar, "what on earth have you told her about me?"

"nothing bad don't worry," oscar pats his shoulder, as y/n simply chuckles.

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three weeks have passed since y/n and lando met. they were lucky enough to get each other's phone numbers before departing on the night they met. the two haven't stopped talking since.

lando told y/n he'd be back in new york with his close friend max.

y/n couldn't help but grow excited at the news, counting down the few days until lando would be back in the states.

to add to the surprise of lando showing up, he was currently waiting outside the stage door, just like last time when he was here.

he made sure to keep the secret of being in the audience tonight, knowing how happy it would make y/n once she saw him there.

just like every other night, y/n was talking with the fans, simply going down the line taking pictures and signing items.

it was when she turned, "lando!" she laughed, finally noticing the brit standing off to the side.

she ran towards him, jumping against him to tackle him in a hug. he held his arms out, prepared for impact as he spun her around once.

"i thought you were getting here tomorrow," y/n holds onto his biceps as he sets her down, his hands never leaving her waist.

"i convinced my friend to leave a day early. mainly 'cause you had a show tonight."

"lan, that is so sweet," the nickname fell right off her tongue. lando couldn't help but feel his cheeks warm as she said it.

"only issue is he's still getting here tomorrow," lando frowns slightly, "he was busy filming a video for quadrant."

y/n nods in understanding, then an idea hits her. "well if you don't have a hotel already, you could stay at my apartment?"

lando chooses to ignore the feeling in his chest as she asked, simply nodding.

"great! my cars just parked in the garage behind the theater," y/n boldly grabs a hold of his hand, not that he'd complain for one second about it.

"sorry it's not as fancy as your many mclarens," y/n laughs as the two get in the small car.

"it suits you," lando smiles, sending a shiver down y/n's spine.

the continue continue talking on the way to y/n's apartment. the conversation flowing from lando's hobbies, to y/n's least favorite food, and to what they like to do on their free time.

"it might be a bit messy," y/n states as she unlocks the door.

lando looks around after stepping inside. the walls of the living room are decorated just as he imagined, colorful yet collected. everything went together.

"are you hungry? or just tired?" y/n asks.

"i'm insanely jet lagged, but was worth it staying up to see you perform again," he smiled, watching as a blush made it ways to y/n's cheeks.

"are you okay with the couch?"

lando nods, watching the girl get two blankets and a pillow from somewhere in a room down the hallway. lando guessed it was from her own room.

y/n now noticed lando was still wearing jeans, knowing their not the most comfortable item to sleep in.

after finding a pair of extra large sweatpants and a larger shirt for lando, the two exchanged goodnight. y/n closed her door as she heard the netflix app loading on her living room tv.

what both y/n and lando weren't aware of, is how they couldn't get the other out of their heads.

lando thought about how close he and y/n have gotten in the past month. he only wanted to know more about her.

y/n was in the same boat in her room, as she kept tossing and turning, messing up her sheets more and more. of course she would admit she likes lando, just never to his face.

she loved when he was around, and only wished he was around whenever the two were apart.

five minutes pass as y/n's done contemplating about the ordeal. 'now or never' she tells herself while getting out of her bed. she takes a deep breath before opening her bedroom door.

"lan?"

lando was stood in front of her, equally as startled. she notices his hand raised slightly, she could only guess he was going to knock on her door.

lando's gaze flickers between y/n's eyes, before silently pulling her face towards his. her hands immediately fall to his waist while their lips collide.

he simply pushes forward, guiding them into her room as the kiss only grows more heated.

y/n moans into lando's mouth as his teeth graze her bottom lip. the two's lips stay connected as y/n's legs hit her bed.

their heavy panted breaths mix as y/n brings lando's shirt over his head. she can't help but stare at his toned body, blushing as he catches her in the act.

lando helps her lean back onto her bed, kissing down her exposed neck, his pants growing tighter at the feeling of her fingers gripping onto his curls.

"lan," y/n mumbles, "lando," she calls again.

he looks down at her, his pupils wide and breathing jagged. "yeah?"

"do you want this? like really want this?" y/n asks, not wanting to force anything on him.

lando quickly nods, "y/n i've never been more sure of anything."

he leans down to kiss her, this one being slower than before. a silent agreement between the two, both knowing how they needed this.

[veiledmeolody]

my name is [ DILAN ŞAHIN ] … and i am from [ MANHATTAN NY ] and i’m a [ PROFESSIONAL BALLERINA ]. i lived in helltown for [ 6 MONTHS ] because [ I CAN’T GO HOME ]. i am [ 28 ] my pronouns are [ SHE/HER ] and i am [ METICULOUS, DISCREET, CREATIVE ] though some may say i’m [ STUBBORN, RECKLESS , SLY ]. i also hear i look a lot like [ ASLIHAN MALBORA] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [ I’M LOOKING FOR MY EX-BOYFRIEND TO GET HIM TO LEAVE ME ALONE ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.

ABOUT DILAN: Every night I try my best to dream.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Dilan Esra Şahin

NICKNAME(S): Dil, Dee

AGE: Twenty-Eight

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Aslihan Malbora

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′6″

DATE OF BIRTH: February 18th

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin

OCCUPATION: Ballerina

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, NY

FAMILY

mother: Dilara Sehin father: Adem Sahin older brother: tbd middle brother: tbd

CHARACTER HISTORY

Growing up in a noteworthy family within New York, Dilan didn’t have a need for a lot of things — her parents made sure of that. Her father inherited a multi million dollar chain of hotels from her grandfather and somehow a small town waitress (now) socialite landed him. 

Her older brother is first in line to take over and her father has been practically raising him for the role since he was born. 

She fell into the role of the background child, getting away with everything that didn’t affect the family publicly. 

Her parents drilled the importance of image and reputation into all of their children, informing them that something small could blow up in their faces and cost them everything. 

She figured being the baby of the family would help lighten their ideals, especially having two sons before she was born but Dilan was left living a double life — one where she wanted her name to mean something beyond the hospitality business. 

Her childhood love was ballet, from the age of 3 to now she’d found herself within the walls of a studio. She’d train during the week and left the weekend (Friday nights included) to secretly take on the nightlife with her friends. 

Dilan met her now ex boyfriend in a club, a man who didn’t know her as anything more than plain old Dilan. She felt like she could really be herself around him and he was the person that was always there when she needed someone. 

A few years ago she was there on center stage, playing Juliet in a small Broadway theater and her ankle went to give out on her. Her ex watched everything from the front row, her family didn’t catch it, but he saw the resilience in her eyes as she refused to let her body fall to the ground in front of a crowd. Once she got off the stage she could barely put pressure on her left ankle, still she didn’t let herself fall until she was alone with him in her dressing room. 

There was more than meets the eye to her boyfriend, he had a connection to someone who would allow her to keep her injury in the shadows. Sure under the table pain medicine wasn’t the most trustworthy thing, but it kept the public from seeing she had a weakness to prey on. 

Soon she didn’t need the pills at all, the injury healed, but that wasn’t enough for her to stop taking them. Though she never blamed her ex for the addiction, he was there with her every step of the way (also getting high) This made their relationship slightly unhealthy, but it was clear that the feelings between the two of them were real.

Her parents found out about the relationship and the ties he had to addictive substances and demanded she cut ties. The plan was to send her abroad and pay him to leave town — once he fled they found out the other side to their relationship and kicked Dilan out of her childhood home.

The girl did some digging and found out her parents had paid him to stay away and now he was demanding more or he’d go to the media and tell them everything he knew about the Sahin’s.

His trail led her to Helltown, Ohio. and she’s hoping she’ll be able to track him down and convince him to leave her alone.

[bitchyfoxymama]

Fate - Stephan Strange x F!Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, strangers to lovers to exes

A/n: just another small break up fic inbetween my other projects

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Stephan’s POV:

I was walking along Broadway, when the cold wind blew in my face, making me shiver. I continue walking until I notice I'm in front of the cafe Y/n and I would go during this time of year. I decide to go in, it’s cold. The moment I entered i’m embraced by the scent of fresh coffee.

Once I receive my coffee, I look for a booth, my eyes cross paths with Y/n and I’s booth, except it wasn't empty. Someone was sitting in it, head down while reading a book, the person look familiar.

The strangers head lifts up and I’m met with the eyes of Y/n, our eyes lock and all the memories come flooding back in.

*FLASHBACK*

I was reading, researching more about the multiverse, and I decided to take a well needed break so I decided to step out of the sanctum to get some fresh air. The moment i step out i hear a woman yells

“Watch out!” it's too late and someone crashes into me. I looked down and saw a woman on roller skates, I offered my hand and she gladly took it.

“Wow dude you're built like a wall!” she says looking up at me. I laugh.

“Are you alright miss?”

“Yeah, my name is Y/n, what's yours?” she holds out her hand.

“Stephan Strange but my friends call me Dr. Strange”

“Wait, like the Avenger?” I nod smiling slightly.

“Well Stephan Strange Avenger, I think you owe me dinner as compensation for knocking me down.”

“Alright, how about tonight? I'll meet you in this exact spot.”

“Wow that was easier than I thought! But ok!” here tonight at 6pm! See you then!” she says while skating away.

*******

I bring in the last of the moving boxes from the moving truck when I see Y/n sitting on the counter.

“I love you so much Y/n.” I say while standing in between her legs.

“I love you more Stephan” she says kissing me, “Alright! We have a few days until the guys come over for a movie night. Which means we need to get a bigger couch to fit all of your asses on it.”

“Yes ma’am but for now we christen the new bedroom.” I say throwing her over my shoulder and head towards our new bedroom. Her squeals of embarrassment and joy are music to my ear. I could get used to this life.

*******

“I can’t deal with this anymore Stephan!” Y/n, yells in our living room. She never uses my name, only nicknames.

“What?” I say feeling the tears come to the surface of my eyes.

“I can’t deal with the long missions! The fact that you always come home beaten, injured so badly the last time you were in a coma for 2 weeks!”

“I was an avenger when you met me, you knew what you were getting into! You knew what it meant when I told you how this life was gonna play out! My life is second to the lives of the people!” I plead while looking at the suitcases near the door. “But don’t leave.”

“I-I can’t, I'm sorry Stephan, I gotta get out of here. My flight leaves tonight. I’m sorry I wasn't strong or good enough for you,”

I’m frozen in place as I watch her leave through the front door.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I’m pulled out of my head when a voice calls my name.

“Hey, Stephan, it’s good to see you. Do you wanna sit here?”

“If you don't mind, thank you.” I say while sitting across from Y/n, “What brings you back to New York?”

“Well, I moved back. I missed it here. Missed the scenery. I was wondering, did you wanna grab dinner?”

I almost choke on my coffee, “Sure, when were you thinking?”

“Tomorrow night, my place. You still remember my old address right?”

I shake my head, not trusting my own voice at the moment.

“Alright, I’ll see you then. Enjoy your coffee.” and just like that she left the coffee shop, leaving me alone in the booth with my thoughts.

[hevanderson]

talk about ur hyper specific pezberry au!!!!

THANK YOU. I WILL!

before i do though i Do want to say that this does kind of tap into anti brit/tana + st/b.erry stuff, and both santana and rachel do bad things that are framed as bad things. i don't condone cheating or infidelity, i just think it'd make for incredible yuri potential

im about to go on a ridiculously long rant so tldr; they cheat on their spouses with each other at a high school reunion and nothing good comes from it

so! the basis of the pezberry au (affectionately titled 'The Great Pezberry Affair' as of right now) is that its 2023 and rachel is incredibly dissatisfied with her life. this isn't what she wants, she's not feeling the same spark from jesse, she hasn't been able to act in a while due to having children, she's just kinda miserable but she's not fully aware of it. then she gets a text from brittany about a high school reunion and she's so happy like this is exactly what she needed. so she tells jesse she's going to ohio for a week, maybe two (he's a little pissed about it + decides to stay in ny). she goes to ohio and things go pretty smooth for a day or so and then the high school reunion night happens

the high school reunion is where things start to go down. so it's a good time like it's a fun party and stuff and then rachel sees santana and is like omg i haven't talked to her in a Bit i should go catch up so she does and she never realized how easy it was to talk to santana, she must've taken that for granted before. throughout the night rachel very slowly starts to dig up some old feelings about santana that quickly turn not platonic. when santana kisses her cheek for a picture (rachel can feel the wedding ring on santana's finger on her chin), she feels electricity she hasn't had in years and she knows she's screwed but she can't stop thinking about santana and how soft her lips were against her cheek

more party shenanigans happen and then sam is like 'oh btw guys im going to have a little ex-nd after-party/hang out at my place" and naturally rachel goes (it isn't a coincidence she decides to go after santana + brittany decided to go). the party is going well but rachel is Still thinking about santana but nothing comes of it until rachel is sent to sams basement to get some more drinks and santana follows her. in the basement santana is like 'i noticed you staring at me berry you aren't subtle, but im into it and i'd love to be your first girl kiss' and rachels like Oh No I'm Married You're Married Let's Not but santanas like 'it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. besides, like i told britt all the time in school, it isn't cheating if we have the same plumbing– and despite your mannish hands, im pretty sure we do' and rachel kisses her. she doesn't wait for santana to make the first move, she just does it. and it's magic. it's like rachels first time being kissed. it's amazing. scene ends on them making out against a fridge or something lmfao

so more flirty very secretive stuff happens over the course of this week until it's time for both to fly back to their homes. rachel decides to call this off because it's already making her guilty and she can't continue this. santana agrees and says it's fun while it lasted but she does need to focus on brittany- plus it'd be a huge scandal if people found out broadway's golden child and this up and coming singer were having an affair. they say their goodbyes. but on the fly home santana still won't leave rachels head; even in new york she's all rachel can think about so she caves and texts her way too late at night and santana responds. theyre back on. they exchange flirty texts and pictures and call when they're positive nobody's around. it's all so wrong and so right and so addicting

then jesse finds out. jesse saw these texts because rachels phone kept buzzing while she was showering or something and he knows everything. cue huge fight that ends in jesse leaving. rachel immediately calls santana and is confrontational and blaming her for him leaving etc etc but santana isn't accepting this blame because she was going to leave her alone, it was rachel who came crawling back. they fight too and santana agrees to not talk to her like this ever again. and rachel is alone

[lxvenderhxzehv]

Hello, its me

A Self para: Teddy and Hope

The Restaurant was fixing to close. Teddy had sent everyone home and was packing up the food that was left over to take home for him a Kirby to eat that night When he heard the bell at the top of the door ring. "were closed!" he shouted from the counter as he wiped it down. It was one of the last things he had to do. When the sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor came closer he glanced up from his work. Who he saw nearly shook him too his core. "Hope?!

Hope smiled brightly "Theodore Clark Collins...." a giggle followed her words "Well now, I haven't seen you since you were how old? you have grown so much!" He towered over her and boy had he filled in nicely. She could see now why Morgan was hanging around him. Why the gossip column had mentioned him so much as of recently. He was very kind on the eyes and screamed trouble, even if it wasn't on purpose.

"What are you even doing here?" Teddy was even more thankful now that he had sent everyone home. He didn't know the ins and outs of the what Halley knew about her mother. But the last thing he wanted was for her to be upset while at work. "I mean...it's good to see you! but I'm just confused...What happened?"

Hope looked to him a little pout on her face "I felt home sick. You know they say you don't realize you have a good thing until it's gone...New York never felt like home, like Huntsville did" she lied to him. New York had been heaven on earth to her, she was well off, her parents money kept her well taken care of for just long enough till she could find someone to Marry who could cater to he life style. Of course Hope Macgillivray always got what she wanted and like everything else she did. He was a lawyer and a damn good one at that. It helped that his mother was an ex Broadway starlet turned producer and was Hopes in to the big time. The only thing in her way, or so she thought was Hank. But now she was stuck here "I'm still settling in so I was just stopping by the pick up some food on my way home....but I won't trouble you"

Teddy sighed, he didn't believe a word of it but kept his friendly demor all the same. "So, you came back to what?" He questioned "Are you going to try and fix things with Hank and Halley?" He leaned on the the counter and furrowed his brows "If you are I'd appreciated if you don't do it at my restaurant" he grumbled "I just don't want any trouble here..." He grabbed one of the bags he had packed up "Here you can have this, it's on the house...since you didn't know how early we closed..." Hoped nodded "I'm going to try, I can't force my self back in their lives...so at least whatever Halley decides that's what I'll respect..." she nodded "And I know Hank and Morgan are back together....not really surprised though..." She shrugged before glancing up to him with a sly smile "I was surprised to read about you and Morgan though..." her eyes shifted to the food. "oh Teddy you're a sweet heart" The words came out a bit more artificial than she intended.

Teddy leaned back up and crossed his arms. When she was talking about Halley it seemed genuine however when she mentioned Morgan and Hank he suddenly felt a wave of anger push over him and it only got worst when he had mentioned his relationship with Morgan. His already crossed arms tightened. "Were friends yeah, Why dose that matter..." his eyes narrowed at her.

"oh it doesn't, but you're clearly not just friends..." Hope shrugged "Just making a observation from the view of and outsider and you're body language speaks volumes." She chuckled looking him up and down "I just didn't peg you for the type to go for an older woman...."

Teddy felt his cheek flush. Sure he liked Morgan a bit more than he lead on. One of the main reasons he had agreed to an open relationship with Kirby was so that if he wanted to he could still see Morgan and wouldn't be an issue but that didn't matter anymore. "I Have a boyfriend Hope..." He explained then brushed her off "I think you better be heading out now, You have your food and its gonna get dark soon." He handed her the bag "It was good seeing you again but I've gotta get home..." he grabbed his own bag and came from behind the counter. Hope cut him off placing a hand on his chest running her manicured nail a long his chest. He exhaled deeply and rolled his eyes.

"shame" Hope said once again pouting "You seem like a lot of fun now Theodore" She noticed him cringe when she called him that and it made her smile devilishly. "If you're ever looking for a good time yourself, your boyfriend lets you off your leash, or you get bored with whatever game you're playing with Morgan..." She sauntered towards the door then paused to look back at him "Give me a call..." She winked before leaving.

Teddy stood there shocked, he couldn't comprehend what just happened. "Shit...shit shit shit" he knew he had to tell Morgan, this couldn't wait. He radioed Kirby to let them know he wouldn't be at the apartment that night and hopefully catch him before they got too far away from the commune. He ran out of the Restaurant locking the doors behind him and headed to Morgan's house.

[blinditcms]

HALEY KENNEDY on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the age 26 YEAR OLD looks like DAISY EDGAR - JONES, but i don’t really see it. while  the ACTRESS / INFLUENCER is known for being PROFESSIONAL my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be TOXIC. i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song YOUNG ONES –– DI-RECT

BASIC INFORMATION:

name: haley kennedy. nicknames: hales. pronouns: she/her. gender: cis woman. age: twenty - six. date of birth: august 2nd, ‘96. place of birth: los angeles, california. astrological sign: leo. orientation: bisexual.

APPEARANCE:

height: five foot six. hair colour: brown. eye colour: brown. wardrobe style: following trends , but nothing particularly stand-out. tattoos: has a small K on the inside of her ankle. piercings: ears.

HEALTH:

physical ailments: n/a. mental ailments: anxiety disorder. alcohol use: socially. drug use: none. addictions: none.

PERSONALITY:

positive traits: professional , generous , creative , determined. negative traits: perfectionist , push-over , overemotional. mbti: ISTP-T.

ACTIVITIES & SKILLS:

skills: piano , acting , singing , transposing music , chess , golfing. weaknesses: confrontation , dancing , overthinks. languages spoken: english.

FAMILY:

father: jonathan kennedy ( alive ) mother: kathy kennedy ( alive ) siblings: diamond kennedy , isabella kennedy , johnny kennedy , jordana kennedy , mackenzie kennedy. other family: maiya kennedy ( niece ) , micah kennedy ( nephew ) , graham lawrence ( ex - brother in law ) , christian o'malley ( ex - brother in law ).  pets: oz ( male australian shepherd , 1.5 years old )

BACKGROUND : ( tw: domestic abuse , assault , miscarriage ) 

growing up in perhaps the second most famous family in america was , in one word , overwhelming. haley was only six when the cameras entered their home and refused to leave , documenting every minute of every day and every tiny accomplishment. spending time with family became monetised. it became a competition , not just getting the attention from the cameras , but getting attention from their parents. she dedicated herself to music , learning to play the piano , take singing lessons ... but as she grew up , that wasn't enough. haley had always been a daddy's girl , but with the cameras coming in , the more often jonathan kennedy sr. could be found on the golf course. so she did too. 

haley followed the rules because she wanted to be liked , and in doing that ... she was forgettable and rather unpopular on the show. people didn't care about what was going on with her , which came with one positive – she got some privacy. out of all of her siblings , her life was probably the most normal. she could go to rehearsals for school musicals without getting followed around , more often focusing on johnny's partying or diamond's wedding rather than her high school producation of grease. 

upon finishing high school , she was accepted into julliard to study musical theater , but before she could start , she was cast as zoe murphy in the original washington run of dear evan hansen and eventually on broadway. people shouted that it was a nepotism decision , but when the cast album released and nominations came rolling in for the musical , few critics could deny that she was talented. doing six shows a week in new york city , however , meant that she was barely home , and people started separating haley kennedy from the kennedy clan –– and she didn't mind it. 

after her run as zoe murphy in dear evan hansen , she took over the role of jenna in waitress. this is where she met her , soon to be long - term , boyfriend matt davenport. they dated for two years before moving in together in 2022 , when haley was painted green for the first time and took over elphaba in wicked. however , it wasn't the only thing that saw green. the attention she was getting , with his career stagnant , was souring the relationship. when they finally unpacked the final box in november 2022 , he proposed and she accepted.

as soon as they were engaged , however , he became controlling , wanting her to come straight home from performances and refusing to let her see friends. similar to the role she'd played in waitress , arguments became constant , matt laying hands on her on several occasions. covering bruises before she went to perform became a daily occurance and having stepped away from the family , she didn't dare reach out to them for help. matt announced her pregnancy on instagram in early march , at six weeks pregnant when no one but the two of them knew. 

not but a month later , reports came out that haley had been admitted to mount sinai hospital in the early hours of the morning , after paparazzi had caught the couple arguing on their way home. as soon as she was deemed fit to leave , she took the first flight back to los angeles.

[kelleah-meah]

My NYC Bucket List

OK. So this August will be my 8th anniversary living on the East Coast in the U.S. During that time, a lot has happened (to say the least). But it occurred to me that despite all the life changes, growing pains, and never-saw-coming absurdities that is my existence, I've managed to do some pretty cool things since I've moved to the tri-state area.

So with that revelation, a part of me felt the need to write down all the things I've done that might fall in the "tourist-y" category over the past 7.5 years. Which then led to me thinking about all of the tourist-y things I've yet to do.

And here we are.

Below is a list of 80 (so far) things I've either done or hope to do while living on the East Coast of the U.S. You'll notice that I don't have some popular things on the list like "visit the Top of the Rock" or "visit the top of the Empire State Building." That's because I don't care for heights that much, so that's not something I would ever want to do. With that said, if my NYC Bucket List inspires you and you want to add more vertical activities to your own list, I say go for it!

Before we dive in, please keep in mind that I'm an arts & culture geek and lifelong literature & history nerd. So if most of this seems boring to you, well ... I guess I'm just a really boring person.

Now without further ado ...

Walk across the Brooklyn Bridge ✅

Visit Chinatown and the Lower East Side ✅

Watch the NYC Pride parade during Pride weekend ✅

Eat at Sylvia's in Harlem

Drive across the George Washington Bridge ✅

Enjoy a show at Lincoln Center

Walk around Central Park ✅

Visit the Flatiron Building (outside or inside) ✅

Eat a slice at a pizzeria ✅

See a play during Shakespeare in the Park

Go on a walking tour of Greenwich Village ✅

Visit the Coney Island boardwalk ✅

Enjoy a stand-up show at a comedy club

Eat at a hot dog cart ✅

Hike in the woods at the New York Botanical Garden

Do a walking tour of Harlem ✅

See a movie at the Alamo Drafthouse ✅

Try an egg cream ✅

Enjoy a drag performance ✅

Visit that famous site-seeing spot in Dumbo near the Manhattan Bridge ✅

Take a tour of Grand Central Station

Enjoy a Broadway play ✅

Go to a NBA Knicks or Nets game

Eat at Sardi's

Drive across the Verrazano Bridge ✅

See an improv show at UCB (currently closed, but it's under new management so it may reopen soon) ✅

Visit the Statue of Liberty

Walk along 5th Avenue at Christmas time to see the department store windows ✅

Eat and people watch at Caffe Reggio ✅

Attend an art gallery opening ✅

See a show at Radio City Music Hall

Take the Staten Island Ferry

Be a part of a studio audience (ex: The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, The Daily Show, Late Night with Seth Meyers, etc.)

Go thrift shopping or vinyl records shopping in the East Village ✅

Eat at Carnegie Deli or Katz's Deli (the former is now closed though) ✅ Carnegie only

Visit the Guggenheim, the Met, the Whitney or the MoCA ✅ Guggenheim only

Attend a performance of the New York City Ballet, the American Ballet Theater, the Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater and/or the Dance Theatre of Harlem

Grab a drink at the Blue Bar at the Algonquin Hotel ✅

Visit the Bronx Zoo

Eat a black and white cookie ✅

Enjoy an Off-Broadway play ✅

Read a book in Bryant Park in the summer

Take a dance class at Steps on Broadway ✅

Watch the ice skaters at Rockefeller Center or Wollman Rink in Central Park (and go ice skating if you can) ✅ Watching only

Visit Little Italy in the Bronx

Go to a NHL Rangers or Islanders game

See a show at the Beacon Theatre ✅

Visit Tiffany's (and buy something small if you can afford it)

Enjoy High Tea at the Plaza

Attend the AfroPunk music festival ✅

Buy a book or two at the Strand ✅

Take a tour of the Apollo Theater

Ride in a NYC yellow taxi ✅

See a concert or show at Madison Square Garden ✅

Eat at Junior's after a Broadway show ✅

Attend a lecture or talk at the 92nd Street Y ✅

Visit the Nuyorican Poets Cafe

Read or write in the Rose Reading Room at the New York Public Library's main branch ✅

See a movie at the Roxy Cinema ✅

Enjoy a drink at the bar in the Hotel Chelsea

Get a playbill signed at the stage door after a play ✅

Go to a late night jazz concert at the Blue Note

Visit Washington Square Park ✅

Attend an event on the Columbia University or NYU campus ✅ Both Columbia and NYU

Grab a sweet at Magnolia Bakery

Buy a book or two at Greenlight Bookstore in Brooklyn ✅

See a concert or show at Carnegie Hall

Go to a MLB Mets or Yankees game

Have a drink at the historic Stonewall Inn ✅

Visit Prospect Park

Attend a film screening at the Tribeca Film Festival ✅

Buy a book or two at the McNally Jackson flagship store in Soho ✅

Dine at the Algonquin Hotel ✅

Go to a late night jazz concert or show at Birdland

See a play at the historic Cherry Lane Theatre

Enjoy a fancy milkshake at Black Tap

Visit the main branch of the Brooklyn Library ✅

Grab a bite or a drink at the White Horse Tavern ✅

See a burlesque show at the House of Yes

Visit the Albertine Bookstore on the Upper East Side

Take the ferry from New Jersey (Hoboken) to NYC

Believe it or not, I was hoping to come up with 100 items for the list, but I've run out of things to add. If anyone has any other ideas they'd like to suggest to help me get closer to 100, I'm all ears.

You'll probably notice that I have very little on the list for the outer boroughs, so I'd be especially interested in suggestions for Queens, Staten Island, BK or BX.

Oh, and I should also mention that I'm not really interested in visiting the High Line or anything happening at the Piers. They're just not my thing.

Of course, this list is for inspiration and gratitude purposes only. It's not meant to make me or anyone feel less than. I'm simply capturing what I've done so I can look at it when I'm feeling sorry for myself in the future about how poor I am.

But it's also a lovely reminder of what else I have left to check out when money and time are on my side. ���️

[nancydrewwouldnever]

I actually saw Jenny Slate perform last night in New York. She was about 10 blocks from Chris’ 10 years too late to be cool Broadway date. It was a comedy show but if I were her, I’d be laughing my ass off about how lame my ex is at this moment.

OMG...

🤣

This is just too rich, too perfect.

It's like he's stalking Jenny in a really inept way.

[scenecipriano]

"do you think.. we can go back to what we were?" Wiiiith...Roman and Emile? ^.^

good ol' Pricani love it

Pricani/Romile; Human AU

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When Roman saw the pink-haired man in the coffee shop he thought he was seeing a ghost. He still had the same round wire-frame glasses and the beige cardigan that was given to him during their first Christmas together.

Roman didn't have to be close to know the man was enjoying a hot chocolate, he was never one to drink coffee. The man looks up before Roman can force himself to take his eyes away.

The way the man smiles sends butterflies in Roman's stomach just like it had all those years ago.

"Roman! It's so good to see you!"

His acknowledgment gave Roman all he needed to approach the pink-haired man.

"Emile! Wow, you haven't changed a bit. How long has it been? Six years?" He asks as he takes the seat across from him.

Emile laughs, it's so deep and hearty that it brings a flush to Roman's face.

"Yeah, it has! How's New York been treating you? I heard from Remus that you've starred in some serious productions."

A shame that his twin brother kept more in touch with his ex than he did. Of course, Remus was dating Emile's younger brother Patton.

"Ah, yeah... Yeah, it's been amazing. I'm taking a break from the spotlight though, and might even move back to Iowa. How was Stanford? Patton said you moved back last year, I'm sorry it took me so long to come to visit."

Emile smiles and trails his finger over the rim of his coffee cup, Roman can't help but notice the smudge of chapstick on the lid.

"It was nice... much warmer there than it is here that's for sure. And that's completely fine! It's hard for a broadway star to get free time, but I've opened my own business! I got my Ph.D. in psychology!"

Roman blinks his blue eyes in surprise, "Wow! What happened to being a vet?"

Emile chuckles and shakes his head.

"I actually flunked the prerequisites, and psychology was always my secret backup."

Roman nods, and he takes the moment to silently watch Emile. In the past six years, not much has changed about him.

"I've missed you..." Emile speaks up.

Roman blushes before lowering his head, they were a couple that others were jealous of. Only for fate to turn them into a modern-day Romeo and Juliet just minus the double suicides.

"Do... Do you think we can go back to what we were?" Roman quietly asks.

He looks up when Emile grabs his hand, that same smile that made him fall in love six years ago on the younger man's face.

"I don't know... but I wouldn't mind trying."

[scmeonehurt]

can i just explain my relationship with the mean girls musical ;

i followed it specifically for barrett wilbert weed because she is veronica IMO and no one can tell me otherwise , she will forever be my veronica sawyer so i listened to it as soon as it was released for her !

i made a deal with my asshat of an ex that if he got two basketball games during my birthday trip to new york that i got two musicals , and one had to be mean girls so i could see barrett

i was nervous on new years eve because barrett wasn't even in new york and i was like okay , i love the musical anyway so i will happily listen to her understudy but be sad at the same time but not be mad because barrett was with her family

walked into the musical , five rows from the front , get the playbill and see barrett wilbert weed listed as janis that night not her understudy so catch 21 year old me freaking out

also ... catch 21 year old me listening to reneé rapp for the very first time

watch me becoming obsessed with another blonde after seeing her as regina , absolutely obsessing over her and needing to see her completely flourish

all i wanted to do was listen to reneé as regina , not taylor anymore , reneé became my regina the second she came on the stage , and i was five rows from the front !

covid hit and i followed everything reneé and barrett did online

i flipped out over reneé reprising her role for the film

i made my wife watch a bootleg to make her obsessed with the musical too

and then we went to the film the night before hand

i have been obsessed with this musical for years and i am so happy that so many more people have found a love for it

mean girls the musical means so much to me , not only was it my first broadway production that i saw on broadway , but it also holds such a special place in my heart so

i will forever geek out over this musical so enjoy

[im4uworld]

Thankful. Chapter 1 - Who am I?

I retired from a job in public service four (4) years ago as the Planning Director for the small City of Hood River, Oregon, located in the scenic Columbia River Gorge. I had spent most of my career here, twenty-eight (28) years with the City and another three (3) years with the county.

I was excited, nervous, and scared about this major life change, but most importantly, hidden below the surface was the thought, "would I be lonely?" I decided to travel for my first (1st) year in retirement. I toured throughout the United States, including Chicago, New York, Florida, Arizona, Minneapolis, and Northern Michigan. I even made a trip to Mexico. I created so many beautiful and lasting memories. I visited friends and family and saw Broadway Shows and magnificent art galleries. I basked in the Mexican sun, walked the beautiful shores of Lake Michigan, and attended many music concerts, a particular passion of mine. The sounds of Fleetwood Mac, Bonnie Raitt, Earth Wind and Fire, Chicago, Beach Boys, James Taylor, and others still play in my mind from time to time. I was enjoying a perfect time. Someone who had retired a few years before I advised, "don't wait to do everything you have ever wanted to do, because there is only so much time left."

That first year in retirement was a beautiful escape from reality. But when I got home, there I was. The thought that I did not have much time left depressed me. What would I do, especially if time was of the essence? I did some soul-searching and started on a different trajectory in retirement, one that has been personally and spiritually fulfilling. I am happy and optimistic and look forward to what a new day brings, something I could not always say when working a full-time job.

I asked myself what kind of person I had been and how I could be a better version of myself. That required an inventory, and that was quite enlightening. I discovered I could learn more about the qualities I yearned for by looking at people I truly admired. The attributes that I admire most in people are honesty, humility, selflessness, and contentment. I had these in my life, but I understood that I could manifest them to a greater degree and become a better version of who I aspired to be. Whatever my journey in retirement might be, I wanted it filled with activities that manifest greater honesty, humility, selflessness, and contentment.

Now, where did I want to make this vision a reality? I love where I live. It is a small town, a historical community with wonderful people. I have a cozy home I created and am part of a warm and friendly social network here in Hood River. Hood River is in the Columbia River Gorge, a stunningly beautiful natural and scenic area about an hour's drive east of Portland, Oregon.

So, I had two pieces of the retirement puzzle, who I aspired to be and where I wanted to realize that future. That is all good, but what will I do to make this a reality? I could see possibilities when I got quiet (I do it through meditation and a spiritual connection to a Power greater than myself). It was not long before opportunities presented themselves.

For much of its existence, Hood River was not well known. It was a quiet town on the Columbia River, an agricultural service and lumber town on a railroad line that provided one of the few level crossings through the Cascade Mountain range. An eclectic group of ex-hippies began to discover its recreation potential. They imparted a distinct and colorful character to the town. Its location on the river can be pretty windy, but those are ideal sailboarding conditions (such as windsurfing and kiteboarding). In the years that followed, more people began to flood into the Columbia River Gorge, and Hood River is at the center of it all. They were seeking adrenaline rushes with almost every type of recreation imaginable in this four-season scenic splendor. Sailboarding, skiing, hang gliding, whitewater rafting, and mountain biking enthusiasts, to name a few, came to the Gorge, and the recreation industry boomed.

The recreation industry was part of a larger tourism-oriented economy that grew up here. The fertile growing conditions for the county's large fruit orchards led to wineries and micro-distilleries. The historic town center of Hood River and other towns and the rich heritage of several nearby Native American Tribal Nations brought in people looking for a cultural experience. And, of course, the many beautiful and scenic waterfalls in the Gorge attracted people far and wide.

Soon a noticeable schism developed between the people who called this place home and those that came to visit. An influx of wealthy people looking for a second home outbid locals for housing. The average house price is too expensive for many local people to afford. The term 'dark streets' came to signify the large number of second homes that were unoccupied most of the year and were dark at night. Some could afford to live here, and they pushed out those who could not.

Both agriculture and tourism require farm and service workers. Latinos represented over 32% of the population and were some of the most affected. Most of them rented their homes and could be pushed out readily from their homes to more affluent people wanting their homes or property. Another affected group was younger adults who were born and raised here. They, too, were struck especially by skyrocketing housing costs and wages that did not even allow for the rental of an apartment. My hometown, since 1986, has become a place of the haves and the have-nots.

I knew I wanted to help those left by the wayside with this new infusion of wealthier people. I knew that I had to be part of helping those who the changes had displaced. I also knew that I could not just give money away and use that to justify my ego. I wanted, I needed to do something much more 'hands-on.' The only way to help was to get to know the people affected and their stories. What did they need?

I did not know the path forward precisely; it was more of an inside voice calling me in a direction. I got quiet and listened. I would make the discoveries I needed to make as I went along. My job was to start the journey. And so began the real story of my retirement, a life of service. It all started with a question, who am I? Little did I know at the time where it would take me or that this would become an amazing journey of self-discovery.

[misscaptainamericana]

tis the damn season - andy barber x reader

word count: 1770

warning: defending jacob spoilers, cheating, angst, right person wrong time, mentions of pet death, allusions to smut

The last place you wanted to be was back in Newton but after finding out your husband was cheating on you, you didn’t really have a choice but to move back in with your parents. Rolling over, you saw the dull red light of the alarm clock on the far side of the room reading a quarter past one in the morning. Taking a deep breath, you rolled onto your back with an exhale. This was the ninth night of being at home and each one was full of tossing and turning. You thought it would get easier after the first week but it just got harder. Getting out of bed, you pulled on some sweatpants and snuck out of the house. As your key turned in the ignition you realized how ridiculous this was. A thirty-eight year old sneaking out of their parents house, but honestly this was the most normal thing you’ve probably done this week. Driving around the town you grew up in, you found yourself at the Denny’s on the edge of town.

Walking into the establishment the bell above the door let out a brief chime and the few eyes in the diner glanced in your direction.

“Y/N?” A man at the counter asked in a shaky tone.

You looked at him, blinking a few times to make sure your vision wasn’t playing any tricks on you, “Andy?”

Andrew Barber.

Your highschool sweetheart.

You had dated from the summer of eighth grade all the way through senior year until August when you left for college in New York to pursue your dreams of being on Broadway.

“Jesus christ.” He got up and quickly made his way over to you and pulled you into a hug, “What are you doing here?”

“Well, here specifically? I was hungry and this is the only place open, but back in Newton? Now that’s a longer story.” You rubbed his back with a small smile, “Do you want to sit with me while I eat or are you on your way out?”

He pulled away, “No, no, I can stay. Where do you want to sit?” He asked slowly, pulling away from you and stepping out of your way. You both made your way to a booth on the other side of the Denny's away from the other patrons.

One of the waitresses brought over a set of menus before Andy jogged back to the counter to grab his mug of coffee and jacket before sitting across from you.

Looking up from the menu you gave him a warm smile and he gave one in return before saying, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been alright…Well, I’ve certainly been better. How about you?”

“About the same.” He said honestly with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah… I heard about everything and I wanted to reach out but it didn’t seem-”

“Right.”

“Yeah.” You gave a sad nod, “I’m sorry, Andy.”

“No, don’t apologize for that. It’s all just… It’s a mess.”

“How is he? Jacob, I mean.”

“He’s okay. Still in a coma, but I don’t think he’ll ever wake up again.” The conversation fell silent as he stared into his mug half full of coffee. Clearing his throat, he shook his head before looking back up at you, “I’m sorry. What happened with you? How’s New York?”

“New York was great.” You let out a sad laugh before redirecting your attention back down to the menu, “Uhm, the first year was a dream, the second year was a lot of trial and error trying to get into a play, third year I finally was a background dancer off broadway and I broke my ankle.”

“Oh…Y/N, I-”

“Yeah, it wasn’t a great moment in my history. But, uhm, long story short, I spent the last few years in Burbank with a really shitty guy and he should be getting served with proper divorce papers shortly.”

“Can I ask what happened between you two?”

You put the menu down and smiled at the waitress coming over, “Yeah, I can tell you. It’s not really some big secret” You paused to order your late night meal and thanked the waitress as she left another mug and the coffee pot so you and Andy could share. “Well, a few weeks ago I came home to my ex husband cheating on me with one of my friends and when she tried to convince me that it wasn’t that bad, she blabbed that he has actually slept with a lot of my friends along with his assistants and secretaries and whoever else. But it’s okay because I’m staying with my parents like any functional adult would.”

Andy laughed, “At least you have good parents to stay with.”

You shrugged, “I guess that’s true. My dad still asks about you.”

“Really? For football?” You nodded with a small smile and he shook his head before looking out the window. “I should’ve went over and saw them more after you left for New York, but after we broke up that summer I just couldn’t… Face them. I knew it was my fault.”

“Why was it your fault?” You asked with your hand reaching across the table to hold his instinctively before quickly recoiling, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s okay.” He smiled at you putting his hand out for you to gently hold on to. Andy was always so sweet and patient with you and you loved that about him. He ran his thumb over the knuckles of your hand with a sigh before continuing, “I could’ve went with you to New York, but I didn’t want to leave my mom and the scholarship money was so good. It was selfish.”

“It’s what you wanted to do. We all had dreams back then.”

“And they turned into nightmares.”

You weren’t sure how long you had sat in the Denny’s eating and talking, but after paying Andy decided to walk you to your car. Looking up at him with a shy smile, you bit your lip as he looked down and let out a chuckle, “What?”

“I’m just remembering how good we were together.”

He let out an amused hum before averting his gaze to the parking lot, “Well, that was a long time ago.”

“It doesn’t have to be so long ago…Sounds like we both could use a night of release. A relief from the tension and the stress from the messes we’ve put ourselves in.” You told him as you both slowly stopped at the driver’s side front door of your car.

“That sounds a lot like adultery.”

You shook your head slightly pondering the definition, “That would imply that you still wanted to fix your marriage.”

He sighed, “What other choice do I have?”

“Take me home and we’ll go from there.”

The next morning, you woke up in the bed he had likely shared with his wife once upon a time before the fairytale went wrong. You let out a small yawn before rolling over to face him. He was already awake, but that wasn’t a surprise. Andy always woke up with the sun and it took you a little longer to adjust.

He smirked running his hand over your hip, “I marked you up pretty good, babe.”

“Yeah? I haven’t looked yet.”

“Yeah, you might have to stay here until they go away or your dad’s going to threaten to kick my ass again.”

You let out a loud laugh as he pulled you closer to him, “I’m a grown woman. I make my own decisions. I think he’d just be happy to have us both back at the house.” Taking a deep breath, your hand delicately caressed his cheek, “I wish I would’ve stayed here in Massachusetts with you. I was so stupid for leaving you.”

“No, no, honey. You weren’t stupid for leaving, we just, we were kids. We were dumb kids.”

“Yeah, but I still wouldn’t be a dancer and you wouldn’t have cheated on me.” You said with a sad smile.

“Well I can’t have that much pride, we’re in the bed my wife and I used to share.”

“Exactly, used to.”

You smiled at him, “You know what we both need?”

“Breakfast?”

“A fresh start in a new place.”

“I have-“

“I know but just imagine it with me.”

“Where would we go?”

“Maine? South Carolina? Florida?”

“Maine could be interesting. I don’t know if I could live somewhere where it’s hot all the time.”

He sighed, “I had a job opportunity lined up in Colorado but that’s probably long gone.”

“Colorado would be a great place to live.”

“We chose it because of the schools but…” he trailed off and you did your best to comfort him.

“Would you ever want another child?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it.”

“I’m sorry to bring it up I just-

“No, no, honey. It’s okay…How about you, did you ever have any kids?”

You shook your head, “My ex never wanted kids… I always did but it didn’t matter to him what I wanted.”

“You would’ve made a great mom, Y/N.”

“We could always foster kids or even adopt them… Along with some dogs, I’ve always wanted a dog.”

“Me too! I’ve loved dogs forever, you remember Buster?”

“Aww, buster!” You smiled remembering his family’s German shepherd. “When did Buster pass?”

“My junior year of college, he lived a pretty long life. But then Laurie got pregnant and any time I brought up a dog she was annoyed or said it was allergies. I learned maybe five years ago she just didn’t want to clean up dog hair.”

“I want a golden retriever.” He said with a big smile, “How about you?”

“I want either an Australian shepherd or a pug.”

“A pug?! That’s ridiculous!”

“They’re cute! Andy! Don’t be mean!” You playfully hit his chest.

“I’m sorry, I just, they are the weirdest fucking dogs and they snore!”

“Not as loud as bulldogs or you during springtime!”

“Fine, fine, I concede. We can have an amazing golden retriever and a weird pug.”

“Thank you.” You scrunched up your nose with a smile, happy that you won, before gently kissing his forehead and resting back against your pillow.

Andy sighed, “I don’t think I’m worth a second chance at this life.”

You gave him a sad smile, “Do you think I deserve a second chance?”

“Well by the sound of it your husband was shit and you are one of the most incredible women I’ve ever met so of course.”

“So… Be my second chance.”

[gleekto]

Fic: Crush Into Me (12/?)

Summary:  Third year NYADA student, Kurt, returns to Lima for an internship coaching the Glee club. The leather jacket and eyebrow ring-clad senior, Blaine, thinks he’s cute.

slightly older teacher-ish!Kurt/ badboy!Blaine

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Day Twelve (Kurt) (word: Invisible):

It’s a Wednesday afternoon at the Lima Bean, Kurt and Mercedes are treating Blaine, Santana, and Brittany to hot chocolate in exchange for a brainstorming session for a sectionals theme. It’s been two weeks since Blaine joined the Glee club, and Kurt admits that he has been a more than welcome addition. Not only can he sing, he can play piano and arrange music. And he’s willing to go an extra mile when Kurt asks. But not like that - they’ve actually become friends. Despite the badboy facade, Blaine knows a lot about music and broadway, and he’s as much fun as any of Kurt’s NYADA friends for judge-texting reality tv together. More fun, actually.

“Unicorn,” Brittany says seriously. “Our theme should be unicorn. Blaine and Santana are gay. I’m bi. Unique is trans. Even our leader is gay,” she nods at Kurt. “My math brain tells me that is more than 10% of the population and we should celebrate all the colors of the rainbow.”

Thankfully Blaine is frowning in judgmental disapproval so Kurt doesn’t have to. “No Brittany. We are not competing at Sectionals with a theme of being gay.”

“Good brainstorming, Britt. I just think it’s a little too niche,” Kurt placates. “We need something more universal-” He starts when his phone buzzes.

It’s Kevin. What? Kevin? It’s been months.

Kevin: Hey Kurt. Hope you’re having a great semester back at home. Sorry about how we left things. Anyways, just wanted to let you know that I’ll be around your parts in a couple of weeks. I’m attending a Dalton Academy alumni dinner with Sebastian Smythe. I think you may have mentioned that you went to that school? So just in case you’re there, we’re kind of dating. Hope you’re well, Kurt. Maybe I’ll see you soon. xo

There is way too much information in that text for Kurt to absorb mid-brainstorming meeting and he’s sure his face goes white before he excuses himself. Sebastian Smythe? Yeah, Kurt knows him. They overlapped for Kurt’s semester at Dalton. He’s entitled and rich and Kurt’s grateful that even though they’re both in New York City now, the only place he has run into him is in a crowded club once on a Saturday night, busy enough that he could easily ignore him. And he does hope Kevin knows that he and Sebastian are indeed only kind of dating, because as far as Kurt has heard, that’s about the most Sebastian is capable of.

And Kevin is coming here? To his homeland, so to speak. To the alumni dinner he just rsvp’ed that he would go to. Kurt’s trying to figure out what he’s feeling - He hasn’t really thought about Kevin in weeks. He’s not jealous of Sebastian. And he’s certainly not jealous of Kevin - Sebastian is a creep. But he is feeling something unpleasant and irritated - no way he’s going to attend that dinner and watch Sebastian gloat about having his ex-boyfriend on his arm. He can just picture him commanding all the attention with his pretentious charm, making Kurt feel invisible. Kurt has too much pride for that scene. In the meantime, he’s in a brainstorming meeting and hiding in the bathroom reading his texts is unprofessional. He’ll have to put on his game face and deal with this later.

“Santana and Brittany had to go,” Blaine says as he sits back down. “Something about Britt’s parents being out and needing to take advantage.”

“I see,” Kurt nods and shakes his head. “Priorities. Well, at least now I can vent.” Whatever the reason, Kurt is not unhappy that he’s been left with his two friends. He’s sufficiently distracted to be not great at brainstorming competition ideas at the moment.

“Yeah, what happened to you? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Mercedes prods him.

“I sort of did,” Kurt huffs. “Kevin.”

“Kevin is here?” Mercedes looks around, confused.

“You’re not as far off as you might think. Kevin is going to be here. In two weeks. At the Dalton alumni dinner I just said yes to. On the arm of Sebastian Smythe.”

“No!” Mercedes is acceptably aghast.

“Yup.” Kurt shakes his head over and over again. He sees Blaine trying to say something then thinking better of it. What can he even say anyways? “And I have way too much pride to show up there alone. And given the prospects of quickly finding an acceptably cute date around Lima, Ohio, I guess I’m going to have to cancel.”

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r e q u e s t: Hi !! I love your writing ❤️ I want to know if it’s possible for you to write something with Quinn fabray x reader ? They are together in quarantine in New York with Rachel, Kurt and Santana. Also Reader and Santana are best friends. Can you add humor and fluff please ? Thanks ☺️

Quinn and Y/N were walking hand in hand through the streets of New York. They had planned a little getaway together to the big city. It was mainly Quinn’s idea, she wanted to propose to her high school sweetheart— Y/N. But most of their trip, and thus Quinn’s plan, fell apart due to the rapid spread of the Covid virus. Their tickets for Broadway had been refunded. The cute tearoom where Quinn had planned to propose to the girl— and where the two women had shared their first kiss during Glee club’s Nationals in New York— was closed down due to the virus. Most of the things Quinn had planned out for the proposal got refunded, except for the hotel. Quinn decided that she’d postpone her proposal to another time. She didn’t want to propose to Y/N like this. She deserved a proper proposal, like the one Quinn had planned out in her head for years. Quinn tried not to let it get her down but she found it hard to lie to Y/N about the frown on her face. 

“I know it’s different.... but... I’m still glad we’re here.” Y/N brought their intertwined hands together and planted a kiss on Quinn’s knuckles. “New York always brings me back to high school.” 

“Remember when we broke the bed during our pillow fight? And, oh God, how Tana fell off it when you smacked her across the face?” Y/N shook her head in amusement, “But the thing I will never forget is when we shared our first kiss in that adorable tearoom near the hotel.”

Quinn gave her a distant smile. 

“And remember how panicked I was when Mr. Schuester walked by the window and I thought he had seen us out of the hotel room?”

Quinn hummed softly, rubbing her thumb across Y/N’s hand. She remembered every little detail about that morning, which made this all so much harder.

Y/N came to a halt and stood in front of Quinn, which caused the latter to bump into her. 

“Oh, baby-”

“Why are you so quiet? I don’t like it.” Y/N seemed genuinely worried. 

Quinn looked at the ground for a second and held her temple, trying to come up with a good enough lie. 

“I-” She looked back up at her girlfriend and her expression immediately softened. Whenever Y/N was worried— particularly about Quinn — her eyebrows would furrow and she’d pout her lips ever so slightly. 

Quinn sighed, “I’m just disappointed that we couldn’t visit it this time. I feel like a visit to New York is never complete without a high tea at our place.” Y/N smiled softly when Quinn grabbed her cheeks to comfort her.  

“You know what else makes our trip complete?”

Y/N grinned like an idiot, immediately knowing what she was hinting at. 

Quinn smiled, 

“Let’s go pick up our stuff from the hotel first and then drive there.”

✫彡

“Wait, let me scare her.” 

Quinn shook her head in amusement as her girlfriend plastered herself against the wall next to the front door of the apartment. Quinn knocked a few times before the door slid open. 

“Oh my God! Quinn! It’s so good to see you!” Kurt’s voice rang through the hallway. He quickly hugged her before calling Santana.

“Quinn’s here!” 

He turned back to the blond in front of him, “Are you alone?” Kurt was in disbelief, knowing very well that Quinn and her girlfriend were inseparable. Quinn quickly looked at Y/N through her peripheral and saw her nod her head.

“...I guess so-”

“Wait... you two are still together, right?” Concern filled Kurt’s voice, but before Quinn could reply, Santana appeared out of the bathroom.

“Ha! You bet they are.” She smirked at her friend, “Wait... where’s the fiancée?” 

Quinn’s eyes widened and she immediately faked a long, awkward laughter. “Good one, San.” 

Kurt looked between the two girls in confusion, and even Santana seemed lost. 

He let out an awkward chuckle. “Am I missing something?” 

Santana got the hint after Quinn shot her another look, “Oh- that’s just an inside joke of ours.” 

“Y/N! Oh my God!” Someone squealed.

The three turned around and saw Rachel stand in the hallway, two large bags in her hand. She had seen Y/N hide behind the wall when she walked up to their frontdoor.

“Damn it, Berry.” Y/N groaned. “You ruined my surprise.”

Santana snorted, “Well, I knew you were somewhere. Quinn gets rashes when you’re not within a radius of 16 feet.” She opened her arms wide when Y/N revealed herself. “C’mere, I missed you.”

The two best friends shared a sweet hug while Rachel clumsily carried her bags inside.

“What’s up with that?” Kurt turned to her.

“Oh- well, now that our shows are postponed to God-knows-when... I thought I’d bring the stuff from my dressing room back home.”

“Why’d you bring this coffee machine home? We already have one.”

“Yeah, but I don’t like that one.”

“Rachel! We have no more countertop space... or available plugs!” 

He gasped when he saw the brand, “These coffee pods are thirty dollars per package?!”

Santana rolled her eyes and walked Quinn and Y/N to the living room.

“So...while we let Bert and Ernie bicker... what’s up? No trouble in paradise?” She turned to the couple, hoping to cryptically find out why Quinn hadn’t proposed.

"I can’t believe you think we’d be able to part ways.” Y/N joked back and cuddled up against her girlfriend, who shook her head at Santana to let her know she’d tell her later.

“What do you girls want to drink? Or do you want some of Rachel’s exquisite coffee?” Kurt asked from the kitchen.

“Can I try a sip first?”

Quinn smiled at the childish antics of her girlfriend. Rachel gestured the girl to come over, which left the two ex-cheerios alone to talk.

Santana leaned in closer so that no one would hear,

“What happened?! Did you freak out at the last minute? Tell me you didn’t...”

Quinn sighed and rubbed her temples, “No, my whole proposal fell into pieces thanks to this freaking virus.”

“People are dying, Q.”

She sighed, “Gah, I know. It’s just- I’ve had this all planned out in my head for years. This was how it was supposed to go. And now everything is ruined.”

Santana gave her a sympathetic smile and squeezed her knee. “And there’s no alternative that you’d like?”

Quinn shrugged and shook her head softly.

“Well, if I may speak freely... we’re the only people who know Y/N in and out... which means that we also both know that she wouldn’t care if you went on one knee in a clown suit or if you wrote your big question in the sky with a plane...” Santana looked back to see if they were paying attention to their hushed conversation, but Y/N was sitting on the counter, her feed dangling while she took gentle sips of the expensive coffee. A small smile appeared on both girl’s faces. 

“The only thing she cares for is that you are the one to ask her.” 

Quinn’s eyes were filled with tears as she came to the realisation. 

“Thanks, Santana.”

“Anytime.” 

The two hugged until they heard Y/N run up to them.

“I want in!”

✫彡

A few hours had passed and all five of them were sprawled about the couch, their take-away food on the coffee table. Y/N’s head rested against Quinn’s chest while her legs were put on Santana’s lap. Quinn mindlessly played with the strands of Y/N’s hair.

It had become a tradition for them to watch ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ every time they visited their friends in New York.

“This scene breaks my heart every damn time.” Y/N mumbled and threw a napkin at the TV when Holly left the cat on the curb in the rain. 

“She goes back for him later, though.” Kurt spoke.

“I don’t care. Damage is done.”

‘People do fall in love, people do belong to each other. Because that’s the only chance anybody has for real happiness.’ Paul, one of the characters spoke.

Quinn put her head against Y/N’s at hearing that. She was filled with so much joy at having this wonderful girl in her arms.

“I’ve been carrying this thing around for months,” Paul grabbed a wedding ring box out of his coat which caused Quinn’s mind to wander off. Even though she had seen this movie a dozen times, she was still surprised to be reminded of her ruined proposal. 

Before she could make herself feel miserable about it again, Rachel’s phone rang. She quickly excused herself but motioned for them to not pause the movie. 

Rachel walked to the living area after a few minutes, her expression tense and filled with worry.

“Guys...”

Kurt paused the movie as the girls turned to Rachel.

“We might have a tiny problem...Well... a big one, actually.”

Everyone got the memo that it was something serious and they sat up.

“One of the ensemble members has been tested positive for the virus... which means that everyone— crew and cast — needs to go into quarantine at home... and that includes everyone they have been in contact with... so that would mean that we have to stay inside for the next two weeks too...”

The bunch on the couch took a moment to take the news in until Santana shot up, 

“I am not going to spend two weeks, non-stop, in here! I already go insane with too much of you as it is. I usually can deal with curtains as walls, your stubble in the sink or your god-awful annoying vocal exercises when I’m trying to sleep but that’s because I get home from work, eat and head straight to bed. But I will literally kill someone if I have to go through that all day long. I was supposed to see Brittany this weekend but hey, thanks a lot, Berry.”

“This is hardly Rachel’s fault. It’s the responsible and safe thing to do. You wouldn’t want Brittany to get it, right?”

Santana avoided eye-contact, but it was clear that she agreed with what Kurt said. 

“Wow, I feel so unwanted right now.” Y/N mumbled out, slightly joking. “You get to spend your quarantine with us!”

Santana gave her a tight-lipped, apologetic smile, “I know, that’s the only good thing about this.”

Rachel saw the gloomy looks on everyone’s face. “They won’t tell us who it is for privacy reasons, but I usually don’t hang out with the ensemble anyway so I hope I’m safe. I’m so sorry, you guys.”

Kurt stood up with a sigh, “I guess I’ll go find the spare mattress then. You two can take my bed.” He was about to walk off but pointed a finger at Quinn and Y/N. “No sex... in my bed.”

Quinn pursed her lips, not that happy with Kurt’s rule.

“You were the leader of the celibacy club, you can last two weeks without sex. Besides, there are no walls so I will know when you break my rule.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you and Blaine before.” Santana rolled her eyes. “But great. We’ll have five, sexually frustrated people cooped up together in a tiny apartment with no walls for privacy, no natural light and no entertainment. Someone’s definitely going to get murdered... by me.” She added.

“My vote’s on Rachel...” Y/N mumbled out. Santana stuck out her hand behind her back for Y/N to high five.

“I’m just glad we decided to check out of our hotel this morning and bring our stuff to you guys... because no matter how much I love you all, I am not going to wear any of your spare panties.” Quinn stood up to go and help Kurt.

“You could just go commando.” Y/N shrugged, “I wouldn’t mind.” 

Quinn sent her a teasing look and winked.

“I would say get a room but yeah, we don’t have any...so...” Rachel shrugged. 

“I can’t believe we’re going to have to do this.” Santana sighed and walked off to her part of the apartment. 

“Hey- but, look at it this way. We’ll have two weeks of non-stop karaoke, binge-watching and eating junk food. Doesn’t that sound great?” Rachel tried again but no one replied.

 ✫彡

One week done, one week to go. 

For Quinn and Y/N, this week had consisted of a lot of cuddling and making out in bed, watching silly movies and cooking with whatever they could find in the pantry.

Santana had surprisingly been on her best behaviour, though they let her be whenever she had a ‘don’t-talk-to-me’ look on her face. Y/N suspected that Brittany had probably told her to be nice and to make the best out of it, but she also liked to think that it was because of her presence. She hadn’t been able to visit her best friend often now that they lived so far away. But it was like old times whenever they saw each other again. However, Quinn had caught herself feeling jealous that the two women had spent that much time together. But her jealousy washed away when she saw the best friends joke or laugh like they used to when they were still 16 year olds. It warmed her heart.

Kurt blended in perfectly and knew exactly when to give someone space or when to approach them. He and Quinn made sure there was food on the table and he had ordered a lot of, mostly useless, stuff online to try and keep everyone entertained. The twister game had been everyone’s favourite so far. And the effort he put into his bingo night was even too wholesome for Santana to make a comment about it, no matter how bad she wanted to after getting a rubber duck as present when she won.

Rachel did her best to help wherever she could and she was, surprisingly, a lot of fun to have around when things got boring. Though, yes, the daily vocal exercises got a bit out of hand when she woke them up belting high notes at 7.30. Santana was close to killing her had it not been for Quinn and Y/N holding her back. Santana wasn’t intimidating at all with her bed head, tangled up hair and red PJs and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh.

Quinn had been over the moon, so to say. She got to spend two whole weeks with the love of her life. Yes, they lived together but that was different. Now, there was no schedule or work to interrupt them or cloud their minds. It was just them, enjoying being in each other’s arms. For a lot of couples the lockdown and quarantine would probably be make or break, but Quinn hadn’t been worried about a negative outcome at all. When you’ve been together for that long, and been through hell and back, you know you will persevere together. The company of Kurt and Rachel was fun, and it was certainly good to have Santana around again but Quinn couldn’t help but wish it had just been Y/N and herself in quarantine. If that had been the case, she knew they wouldn’t just spend their days only cuddling in bed.

Y/N was the only one that was visibly annoyed and on edge. She would roll her eyes or sigh in annoyance if things went wrong or if someone said something she didn’t like. Quinn had caught her staring out of the window, to which Y/N explained that she hoped if she looked hard and long enough she might see the dragon that would save her. She wasn’t used to sit around and do nothing and was bored out of her mind.

Quinn and Y/N were lying in Kurt’s bed with their legs tangled together. Quinn held her girl close to her chest. She squeezed her and inhaled the scent of her freshly washed hair. The window was slightly open, causing a chill breeze to slightly move the curtains.

“Now I’m sure of it...” Y/N started, getting Quinn’s attention, “I’m never going to commit a felony.”

Quinn let out a breathy chuckle, “Were you questioning it before?”

“I can’t imagine being stuck like this for years.”

“Well, you still have access to the internet, great food, your friends...and your wonderful girlfriend.” 

Y/N looked up at Quinn and grinned. She grabbed the girl’s cheek as she kissed her. 

“Can’t believe I’m about to say this but I’m actually really thankful we got stuck in quarantine.”

Y/N subtly arched a questioning eyebrow.

“It made me realise two things— too much of Rachel Berry will be the end of me-” Y/N let out a breathy chuckle at that, “-and...” 

Quinn stared into her girlfriend’s eyes, was she really going to do this now? Yes. Yes, she definitely was. This was the-

“Oh my God!” Kurt’s exciting squeal filled the apartment, startling both girls. They heard Santana shush him and it suddenly got very quiet. Too quiet... 

Y/N tiptoed out of the bed in her PJ’s and fluffy socks and opened the curtain to see Santana and Kurt staring directly at her. She had clearly caught them with something, but with what? Quinn appeared behind Y/N and noticed the jacket that Santana was trying to hide behind their backs.

Kurt noticed she was doing a poor job at it and snatched the jacket out of Santana’s hands to hold it up to his face, admiring it like it was a newborn baby. “Oh my, it’s so pretty! Where did you buy this?” 

Quinn quickly glanced at Y/N, who didn’t seem to notice what was happening. “Guys,” She groaned, “I thought something happened, you interrupted my peace.” She walked back, irritated, and closed the curtain in a swift motion. 

“Why were you snooping in my stuff?!” Quinn hissed and plucked her jacket out of his hands.

“Um, excuse me? When where you going to tell me that you plan on proposing to her!?” Kurt whispered, enthusiasm clear in his voice. 

Quinn didn’t reply and instead searched the pockets. “Where is it?”

“Here,” Santana gave her the jewellery box. “It fell out when Kurt was organising the coat rack.”

“Why haven’t you done it yet?”

“I had everything planned but the virus ruined it. It was suppose to happen the day we came here, but our favourite tearoom was shut down and so were all the other activities I had planned.” She sighed, “I was about to do it just now, in the heat of the moment, but then you two interrupted that. Whatever. I’m glad I didn’t. She deserved better than that.”

Santana crossed her arms, not happy with the fact that Quinn had apparently totally forgotten what the two of them had talked about a week prior.

“Damn, I wish you would’ve done it just now. That would mean the end of wicked witch Y/N.” Rachel joined their conversation. “Oh, so you can make fun of me but not the other way around? It was just a joke.” She added and raised her arms when she saw the looks Quinn and Santana were giving her.

“Okay, I know everyone’s feeling a bit irritated, but it’s just one more-”

The bell rang. 

“Don’t tell me you bought us all matching boho outfits for your Mamma Mia night. I’m not wearing it.” Santana crossed her arms.

“I didn’t order anything?”

Y/N appeared again and opened the door.

“Thank you so much. Here, keep this.”

She closed it, walked over to the kitchen table and went to put everything down, completely ignoring the rest. She noticed the silence and turned around.

“Oh- Don’t worry, I ordered for everyone.” 

Quinn eyed the table and recognised the familiar logo on the napkins. 

“Baby-”

“I felt so bad that we couldn’t go to our place this time. So when I found out that they started doing deliveries this week, I knew I wanted to order their high tea menu. I got the one we usually get... to make you feel better...”

Quinn wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist from behind and put her chin on her shoulder. Y/N leaned into her touch.

“This is the sweetest thing ever. I love you.”

Y/N kissed Quinn’s forehead and sat down, immediately grabbing a brownie.

“You need to wife her up, fast.” Santana whispered into Quinn’s ear when she walked by.

And she would, when the moment was right.

✫彡

Kurt was watching a movie with Blaine through face time, Rachel was practicing some lines and Santana was face timing Brittany. Quinn and Y/N had promised to do the dishes, but Quinn ushered the girl to take a nap on the couch when she saw how tired her girl looked. 

Quinn took quick glances towards the living room every few seconds and saw that Y/N had finally fallen asleep on the couch. With a faint smile on her face, she grabbed a blanket and tucked Y/N in. One of Rachel’s dvd’s, The Sound of Music, was still playing in the background. She slowly took the remote out of Y/N’s hands and turned it off.

“You’re the best and most precious thing in my life. I love you.” She bent down and caressed her cheek.

She widened her eyes when an idea suddenly struck her mind. 

✫彡

“What do we sing?”

“No... no singing proposal. Y/N would hate that.”

“I loved it.” Kurt shrugged.

“So, then what’s the plan?”

“Listen up...”

✫彡

Their quarantine was over and no one had gotten sick. No one from Rachel’s crew or cast had gotten it either. Brittany and Blaine came over as soon as they could. They were over the moon to hear about Quinn wanting to propose and agreed to help. 

“Love, what are you doing?” 

Y/N sat on her suitcase, desperately trying to get it closed.

“I thought I had gained weight, not my clothes.” She grunted, “If we want to get home before the dark we should drive off by-”

“Actually... I had something planned before we go home.”

“Oh?”

“Is it okay if we leave as soon as you can? Bring a jacket, I don’t want you to get cold.”

Quinn left Y/N to get ready and anxiously walked into the kitchen where the rest were whispering words of encouragement to her. Quinn knew how much they had loved each other for the past years, but something inside her was still very insecure if Y/N would say yes to her question... to her. What would she do with herself if Y/N didn’t accept her ring?

“She’s going to love it.” Santana hugged her tight but quickly let go when Y/N opened the curtain.

“Why are you all looking at me?”

“Because you look lovely.” Quinn grabbed her hand. They all sent her thumbs up as she took one last glance over her shoulder. 

✫彡

Y/N was eating a pretzel that Quinn had bought her in the park. The two were walking in a comfortable silence. Quinn glanced to the girl beside her, hoping that Y/N would catch on on what was happening soon. 

They had walked almost the very same route that they walked on that morning in New York many, many years ago. Their end stop would be at the edge of the park, where Santana and Brittany were now probably busy setting their high tea up.

“Why are pretzels so much better in New York?”

“Eh, I don’t know. I’m not really a pretzel girl.”

The park was normally crowded with locals and tourists, but they had barely seen a handful of people so far. 

“Wasn’t this where we sat with the kids from Glee?”

Quinn smiled softly.

Finally.

“Yeah, it is, actually.”

“Oh- Well, everything from that trip is very blurry in my mind, except for our first kiss, of course. I can even still tell you the colour of your coat.”

Quinn gave her a playful smile and grabbed Y/N’s hand. “Which was?”

“Red.” She booped her nose with the end of her pretzel, earning a giggle from Quinn.

She grinned softly, “Remember that snow globe I bought for you? With New York’s skyline?”

Y/N gasped, “I loved that thing.” 

The two laughed, remembering that Y/N had dropped it when they rushed to cross the street only half an hour after buying it.

“Then you bought me a couple others throughout the years but none of them have ever been able to have the same value to me. Sorry not sorry.” 

Quinn smiled to herself, hoping she was about to change that in a few minutes. She saw Santana and Brittany sitting on the grass in the distance and guided Y/N to the two. They left without saying a word, but not before giving the two enthusiastic but knowing smiles. Santana wiggled her eyebrows but Britt pulled her away.

“I am so confused right now.” Y/N hesitantly sat down on the blanket. “Why were they here?”

“I asked them to help me set up this little picnic so it could be a surprise. I know you ordered the high tea last week but I wanted to end our trip off like this, with just us. Also, we’ve spent the last two weeks in NYC without even a day outside. I didn’t want to leave before we went somewhere. I hope you like it.”

“Like it? I can never get enough of their cheesecake bites.” 

Quinn smiled nervously, trying to hide how stressed she felt. She poured the juice in their glasses and fed Y/N a bite of a scone with butter and peach marmalade.

“How does that taste?”

Y/N threw her head back and groaned. “I’m going to miss their food.” 

Quinn barely replied, too focused on how she was going to bring it up. Backing out now felt like a good way to calm her nerves but she knew she shouldn’t. Not only because Santana would kill her if she did, but also because there would never be a more perfect moment than now.

“Quinn?”

“Uh-Yeah, love?”

“What is this?” Y/N repeated. 

Quinn’s eyes widened when she saw the wrapped up package Y/N had grabbed out of the basket. 

“Oh- I... that...-” She sighed, “Screw it.” She went to sit on her knees and ushered Y/N to open it.

“For me?”

Quinn nodded, a big smile on her face.

“Quinnie... you-”

“Open it, my love.”

Y/N removed the wrapping paper and gasped when she saw what it was. It was a handmade snow globe, made in a mason jar. The New York skyline was glued to the bottom of it with a laminated picture of the two of them that they took during their first visit to New York. (Thank God Kurt was into a crafty phase during the second week of quarantine).

“I’m not the best at crafts but I just thought-”

“I love it.” Y/N beamed from ear to ear and her smile only widened when the snow inside of it fell onto the skyline.

“This is the most thoughtful gift someone has ever given me.”

“I’m glad you love it.” Quinn grabbed Y/N’s hand and softly moved it around so that the bottom of the snow globe was now facing up. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows until she realised what was scribbled down onto a piece of paper at the bottom. Quinn put the snow globe down and grabbed both of Y/N’s hands in her own, brushing her thumbs against the girl’s knuckles.

“I must admit that I thought what I’m about to say a million times over for the past days and I imagined what I would say to you in this moment for years—but truth be told, I kind of forgot all of that because of the nerves,” Quinn let out a chuckle, “To be honest, I have always known that you were the only girl I wanted to be with in this life. I don’t know what it was, but we’ve just had this instant gravitation towards each other. I know I wasn’t always the kindest to you in the beginning yet you still helped me through everything. The pregnancy, the accident... Now I can say all this cheesy shit about how you and I bring the best out of each other and how much love we have for one another but I think I don’t need to say that. We both know how much our relationship means to us. New York has always been a special place to me since it reminds me of why and how we fell in love. Which is why I wanted to do this here. This is were it all began. Now, I had everything planned months ago but... the situation changed and well... yeah. I had to adjust. At first, I wanted to postpone it all. Until I realised that I couldn’t wait any longer. Y/N, you are my everything. I want to be by your side until eternity. I want to be your person for as long as I can. I want to love and care for you for as long as you want me to.” 

She let out a shaky breath.

“So I guess...what I’m trying to say here is...” She grabbed the box out of her pocket, opened it and presented it to Y/N. “Would you like to marry me?”

Y/N looked at the box in shock, she hadn’t made eye contact with Quinn ever since she had presented her with the ring in her hand. 

The silence lasted only for a few seconds but it felt like minutes to Quinn, who slowly lowered her hands. 

Y/N suddenly let out a sob, then another. She jumped onto Quinn and wrapped her arms around her neck.

“Yes.” She said through her sobs. Quinn let out a gasp of relief and squeezed the girl in her arms, letting her own tears fall freely now. 

“Oh-” Y/N groaned and let go of her embrace. “I stepped into the scones...” She pouted and looked at her marmalade stained knee. Quinn laughed through her tears, realising this was exactly why she had asked this girl to marry her.

Y/N forgot it immediately the moment she locked eyes with her fiancée. She held her tight and kissed her like she never had before. 

They let go like two love-sick puppies when they heard all of their friends approach. The newly engaged couple was radiating.

“I love you, so much.”

[notyourdayrdream]

Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)

Day Twelve, Side A: Exacerbate

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Blaine Anderson’s never been lucky in love.

His first crush was in third grade on Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet. Oh he’d almost burned the DVD out from watching it too much. His crush ended when his brother accidentally broke the disc and Blaine couldn’t watch the animated teen anymore. Plus, all of the other little boys were crushing on girls, ones that were real and not animated. Most importantly they were girls. So he put crushes on the backburner for a while.

His next crush was in seventh grade, on Joey Partmon. Joey was new from Texas, which may have well been a foreign country to him and the other private school kids Blaine went to school with. He was tanned under his school mandated uniform, with dark freckles and floppy red hair. Blaine loved his deep southern accent and the way he twirled his pencil around in his hand when he was bored. They weren’t close, Blaine wasn’t outgoing enough to say ‘hi,’ and Joey moved away that summer. But he did dream about kissing him on more than one occasion. That’s when he realized he was gay.

Freshman year’s candidate was Ryan Night.

He went to a public school then. He and Ryan were the only two boys in their choir, which already put a huge target on their backs, not to mention the fact they were both gay. Blaine still doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, but he was able to hide it. Ryan wasn’t as lucky. But it didn’t matter, they were friends, brought together by this horrible thing they had to deal with. The whole situation turned into something beautiful. So when Blaine asked Ryan to homecoming, he expected everything to go fine.

He’d be proved wrong, of course. So he took a break from crushing for a little while. In fact, he took a break on everything, for about a year.

Everything was different when he came to Dalton. The kids, the students, the zero tolerance bullying policy. It all kept him safe. So he joined the Warblers and became their leading man, not because he was gay or straight, but because he was good. They kind of idolized him, and he suddenly had this giant group of friends. That’s when he met Jeremiah.

Maybe it was because he was finally out and proud, but his crush on Jeremiah felt so different. It was almost like love. He was older and wiser than Blaine, and so so cute. And as the days ticked on and the boy was all he could think about, he decided he had to do something, and he had to do something big.

Safe to say that totally backfired. Blaine promised himself to never let a crush get that serious again, not until he was sure. And that plan had worked, until now. Because he met Kurt Hummel.

They actually met at NYADA, at a Midnight Madness competition.

Blaine had been dragged there by his friend Leslie, who wasn’t actually a singer but a dancer, she just liked drama. So he went, dressed in sweatpants and a Dalton hoodie, and sat in the back. The whole place was honestly just a giant fire hazard, and the heat from the candles was making him sweaty. They were waiting on someone apparently. Rachel Berry, the senior who had won last year. Blaine knew she had a reputation of being a diva, but good Lord she was taking forever. The crowd of theatre geeks was becoming antsy.

“Wait!” The door opened and shut in a swift motion, blowing out a few candles by the entrance. The young man’s chest heaved, like he had just run all this way. “Rachel’s out sick. But I’m here, I’ll do it in her place. The dim light blocked out most of his face, but Blaine could see the outline of him; slim and tall with a smile that lit up the room. Was it weird to be attracted to a shadow?

The moderator nodded. “That’s fine, Kurt, we just need someone to challenge you,” he said. Kurt stepped into the ring in the center of the room and took Blaine’s breath away.

It had to be illegal to look this good at twelve in the morning. Whereas everyone else was dressed in casual clothes and pajamas, Kurt wore tight jeans and a cream sweater so soft Blaine wanted to reach out and touch it. His pale skin was painted tan from the candlelight and his hair stood so high and perfectly coiffed on his head Blaine was sure it must have taken hours to fix.

“I’ll do it,” Blaine offered, cringing at himself when every pair of eyes turned to him. He could have smacked himself in the forehead. He didn’t come here to compete, he didn’t even come for the drama. He was going to horribly embarrass himself and be forced to switch careers. Slowly and on shaky legs, he made his way to the center of the room.

Kurt smirked and said, “You’re going down.” But his eyes were gleaming with mischief. Blaine almost smiled himself, but the moderator whispered that Kurt will go first and Blaine could sit back down. The song is announced, or whisper-yelled, to be “On My Own” from Les Mis.

The music started and Kurt took a moment to close his eyes, drinking in the silence before performing. And then he sings. He floated atop the song like a leaf across water, dipping in and swirling through the melody. He sounded like he might cry, and Blaine felt a tear threatening to slip out of his eye. That’s when he knew he wouldn't win. Emotional ballads had never been his thing. And when only fifteen people gathered on his side of the room and waved their hands in silent applause, he didn’t care.

“Hey, Blaine is it?” Kurt asked when Midnight Madness had ended and students poured out the doors and back home or to bars. Blaine’s eyes went wide. Leslie spotted his fear and left without him, blonde braids swishing behind her. He was going to kill here.

“Yeah,” he replied, breathily as he turned around and finally got a good look at Kurt’s eyes. Icy blue and gorgeous, Blaine felt stripped down under his gaze. “You were really amazing, I mean obviously since you won but…”

Kurt bit his lip to hide his smile, and Blaine guilty pocketed the moment for a later time. “Thanks, but you were great too. I couldn’t imagine being a freshman and being able to sing like that.”

“Ah, I’m actually in my third year,” Blaine said, rubbing at the back of his neck. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t do too many extracurriculars at NYADA, not any he imagined Kurt would also be a part of.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” Kurt apologized, face flushing pink. “Um, I was wondering if you wanted—”

“I should go,” Blaine interrupted, feeling more and more embarrassed as this whole ordeal went on. He honestly just wanted to go home and forget the whole thing even happened.

Kurt actually looked a bit upset for a brief second, but he caught himself quickly and went back to his bright smile. Props of being an actor. “Right, well, it was nice meeting you, Blaine.” He nodded and walked off and out of the glass double doors.

This time, Blaine did smack himself on the forehead. He was so stupid. Kurt was going to ask him out, wasn’t he? Or at least for coffee, everybody drinks coffee super late. He trudged out of the doors and down to the subway, trying his best to not think of himself as a total screw up when it came to love. But he did check Kurt’s Instagram on the ride home. Just to look.

“I’m going out! It’s my grandmother’s birthday and she misses me,” Leslie said even though Blaine already knew she was leaving. The red party dress he helped pick out popped against her dark skin.

He closed his journal and glanced at his roommate.“Tell her ‘happy birthday’ for me!” Leslie just kissed his cheek in response and shut the door behind her, leaving Blaine alone for another quiet evening.

It was finally summer, another year of college completed. Blaine had decided to stay in the city instead of going back home like a lot of students did. Not that he didn’t enjoy Ohio or his parents, he just didn’t feel like the cold small talk that would follow him the entire summer. The only thing he missed was the weather. It was a scorching summer this year in New York City, and Blaine had always preferred the cooler months. The whole city felt as though it had been placed in a boiling pot, and Blaine and Leslie spent most of their days inside at work or avoiding the heat. Their nights were spent partying on Leslie’s part, or curling up to watch a movie for Blaine.

If he were being honest with himself, he had no idea what he was going to do after college. Being a Broadway actor was no guarantee, if he would even make it there. He had heard of graduates from NYADA, bright eyed and filled with dreams, fizzle out like burning stars and end up in jobs that they didn’t even major in. Blaine couldn’t end up like that, he’d be proving his dad right.

So he had a moleskine journal filled with songs. The kind of music he sang in the shower. Poppy love ballads and short and brash breakup songs, even though he had never been broken up with before. The other people who had ever heard them were Leslie and Will, an ex-fling who he had mistakenly let get closer than he should have.

A set of sharp knocks at the door snapped him out of his thoughts.

“You have keys, Les!” Blaine yelled but got up anyway. She probably forgot her keys. The knocking didn’t stop until Blaine swung the door open, gaping at the sight.

“Hi,” Kurt gasped, looking just as surprised as Blaine probably did. His hair was dripping wet, and he had...shower shoes on?

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked. “How do you know where I live?” He ushered Kurt inside.

“I don’t, and I am,” Kurt said, running a hand through his hair. “I saw Leslie leave and asked if she could help me and she said her roommate was home? I didn’t know you two lived together…” He glanced around their living room.

“Oh, we’re not dating, I’m gay.” Kurt’s eyebrows knitted together, that wasn’t what he was asking at all. What was it about this guy that turned Blaine into a complete idiot?

“Um, what did you need help with?”

“My shower isn’t working, and I have a date in an hour,” Kurt groaned. Blaine tried to make his heart stop freaking out at the mention of a date. They hadn’t spoken beyond Midnight Madness, save a nod in the hallways on the off chance they passed each other. “Can I use yours, please?” He pouted and poked his lip out, as if Blaine wouldn’t have said yes before.

He gulped. “Yeah, yeah. Of course.” He squeaked despite his best efforts and led Kurt to his bathroom. At least he didn’t have to worry about it being dirty. Leslie was a bit flighty, but they both shared their germaphobe tendencies.

“You just turn the water on like this.” Blaine twisted the knob left then right until it clicked to get the water to the hottest setting. When he turned back around, Kurt had already taken his shirt off. Blaine’s mouth went dry. When his biceps flexed when he moved to unbutton his pants, Blaine covered his eyes and shut the door as fast as he could, not wanting to further exacerbate the situation.

He was almost at his room, ready to bury his head into his pillow and just scream, when Kurt knocked on the bathroom door and said, “Stay?” So soft and barely loud enough over the rushing water that Blane just had to stay.

“I’m here,” he smiled and slid down the other side of the door until he was sitting. “What’s up with your date?” he asked, trying not to sound so bitter.

Water splashes the ground and Kurt yells through the door, “Oh, some guy kept asking me out, for like months. And I eventually just said yes.” Blaine heard a groan from inside the bathroom, and ignored the way all the blood rushed to his face. And other places.

“Do you even want to go out with him?” He didn’t mean to be nosey, truly. But the way Kurt described him, the guy kind of sounded like a dick.

It was a moment before Kurt responded. “I guess. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date, so…” There was a soft click and the water stopped pouring.

“I get that. I’ve actually never had a boyfriend before, so the only dates I’ve had are usually followed by a messy hookup,” Blaine said. He didn’t know what it was about the whole ordeal that made him want to spill all of his secrets out. His head eventually caught up to what he said though. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.”

“Come in here.”

Blaine shook his head from the narrow hallway. “No, no it’s, that’s–”

“Blaine. Come inside.” Kurt’s voice was deep and stern, but when the door opened, he was laughing softly. Blaine thanked God he was dressed, because he was totally prepared to faint if he wasn’t.

“I have a deal for you,” Kurt said, drying his hair with a towel. “If my date goes terrible, I’ll call you. If it goes well, I’ll still call you.” He grinned and handed Blaine his phone.

It was crazy how contagious his smile was. Blaine felt his lips tug upwards as he typed a smiley face next to his name. “What’s in it for you?”

Kurt rolled his eyes with that same smile on his face and took his phone back. “Getting to hear your voice, or course.” He squeezed past Blaine, who’s limbs had temporarily planted into the floor. “Thanks for the shower, Blaine.” He winked, freaking winked, and Blaine heard the door shut softly behind him.

He smiled alone to himself in his foggy bathroom and turned his ringer all the way up.