#soldier!Blaine

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Do you know any other fics that I could read by moonshoesangel? I read 'When the night falls on you' and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

Here are all 8 stories that we have by this author. ~Lynne

When The Night Falls on You by moonshoesangel [PDF] [EPUB]

In 1949 in Laramie, TN, Blaine Anderson, a precocious six year old, meets a new friend named Kurt Hummel. They grow to realize they may have feelings for each other and hide it from the world, but Blaine's father discovers their secret. By their mid-20's, they find each other as a soldier and an outspoken hippie. Can they reconnect and rekindle those hidden feelings for each other?

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Glee Love by moonshoesangel [PDF] [EPUB]

Blaine and Kurt have found they really like to have sex…bringing others along for the ride is just an added bonus. Klaine with many others. Taking suggestions as well kinks, characters, etc��

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Yes,Sir by moonshoesangel [PDF] [EPUB]

Blaine comes home to find a note from Kurt…oh, tonight is gonna be good. dom!Kurt, sub!Blaine. orgasm denial, spanking, rough sex.

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I'll Cover You by moonshoesangel [PDF] [EPUB]

Blaine and his sister lead you through the relationship that builds between Blaine and Kurt, then falls tragically to the ground.

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Be My Hero by moonshoesangel [PDF] [EPUB]

Blaine is lonely. No friends, bullies and panic attacks make Dalton Hell for him. When he spies on the competition, McKinley, he finds the boy who may just save him and a safe place where he can heal. Sort of goes along from NBK to NY…loosely.

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Fly, Sparrow, Fly by moonshoesangel [PDF] [EPUB]

Kurt Hummel never thought working the front desk at a hotel would turn his life around in less than a month- then he meets a Navy soldier and his little girl on the run from an abusive home. The sparrow on his arm symbolizes freedom…can he find it?

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I Won't Let You Go It Alone by moonshoesangel [PDF] [EPUB]

Kurt makes a big mistake one night at a party and nine months later, there's a baby in his arms. He and the girl raise her together, but when tragedy strikes, Kurt believes he must go it alone. When he meets Blaine, he learns he may not have to.

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Papa, Can You Hear Me Anthology by moonshoesangel [PDF] [EPUB]

Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson both won that day. They are together and happy in love. Blaine's rough home life comes to fruition and Kurt must help keep Blaine and his family safe. Based partly on Blaine's talk with Burt about his father.

[fleshthatfalls]

real

[buckysforeverprincess]

Let’s make today FIGHT ME, FRIDAY!!!

[femmefae2005]

i truly respect any and all of my moots getting into 9-1-1. unfortunately as a former Glee Blogger tm i am 10000% sure that getting into yet another ryan murphy show and expecting it to bring me anything but suffering is the single worst thing i could do for my health

[dancingbutterflylady]

Light on some tough questions 🧩

The Handmaid’s Tale

The deal

Episode 306 Household

Gilead has been a black box for years. We don't know how decisions are made, where the power lies. The more we know, the more we can do.

What if I brought you someone who would talk? A Commander. An Eye.

It seems unlikely that kind of person would... be cooperative.

I'll persuade him.

We won't be able to do business with Mr. Blaine.

You made a deal!

I don't think you know who Mr. Blaine is. Or who he was. Our research indicates he is not to be trusted.

No, there's been... There's some kind of mistake. I will talk to him.

He's left for Chicago. Some people are not to be dealt with.

What did Nick do? Before he was a driver?

He served Gilead.

How did he serve Gilead? Tell me.

He was a soldier in the crusade. We wouldn't be here without him. All this time you spent together and he never mentioned anything.

Episode 310 Bear Witness

Have you ever thought about leaving Gilead?

You mean go somewhere where I could get mood stabilizers instead of herbal tea?

Joseph would help you. You could leave together. He wants you to be... safe. He loves you so much.

Joseph is a war criminal. He can't cross the border. He would be... jailed for the rest of his life. Or... killed.

Episode 502 Ballet

You've risen fast, while somehow managing to help June. That takes talent. To fly under the radar like that.

Just trying to stay out of trouble.

Wouldn't you like to see your daughter in person rather than asking about her?

That's a pipe dream.

I know you got a complicated past. But America can be a very forgiving place. If you make amends, gain us some visibility, play your part for a while. I'd like to help you and your daughter. If you'll let me. We could help each other.

I'll remember that.

Episode 509 Allegiance

What about Nick Blaine?

What about him?

I offered to help him when I was in Gilead, if he'd help us, but he turned me down.

What, to be your inside man in Gilead or something?

At first, but then, eventually, to be our man here. With immunity.

He said no?

Yes, but he can still have that. Maybe you could persuade him. Nick was an Eye. He's a Commander now. Someone like that defecting from Gilead... Big impact.

Episode 510 Safe

Now that we've fulfilled our end of the bargain, I have some papers for you to sign. They outline our agreement.

Contract?

If it was up to me, I'd take you at your word.

Not sure how much my word is worth right now.

I'd call you an honorable man. I look forward to working together. You have the gratitude of the United States government.

I'll keep my end of the deal. You just keep her safe.

I will do everything I can.

That's not good enough.

I believe the idea of Nick leaving Gilead never occurred to June or to Nick until season 5 with Tuello’s offer. After the Waterford house burned down and especially after June gets to Canada, they both live in whatever stolen moments they get, and after that there’s just the continuation of their separate lives. Nick believed June would go back to her life and that his daughter would grow up safe away from Gilead (and him), that he has no choice but to stay in Gilead and that he has nothing to offer June. He probably knows that because his involvement with the SOJ if he were to leave Gilead he would be tried as a war criminal. When he talks to the Swiss they aren’t willing to deal with him, but Tuello is and offers him a deal despite his complicated past. I’ve always wondered why were the Swiss unwilling to deal with him then but now it’s seems it’s fine. Could it be that then he was just promoted to commander and his information wasn’t important? He still would’ve had access to military actions and that info could’ve helped the resistance in Chicago. Tuello does mention that Nick has risen through the ranks so maybe that is why they’re willing to work with him now or maybe they just don’t have access to anyone that high up. Interesting though that since the conversation with the Swiss and where we are now, I think maybe a year has gone by. June also didn’t think Nick being out was a possibility and we see that in her reaction when Tuello tells her about Nick not taking the deal. It would be in her best interest if Nick stayed in Gilead (Hannah) yet we see that what mattered to her was that he had said no. She wants him out and close to her. She even tells him to bring Rose because she doesn’t care how it happens, she just wants it to happen. I think this is important to know exactly how June feels about Nick. It’s subtle but it’s there.

Every time I think about the scenes in episode 306 I try to make sense of what is being said and what we have been given. We know Nick joined the SOJ so therefor he had to have been in some way involved with the take over - we just don’t know to what extent. I keep thinking that if he was so instrumental he wouldn’t have been a driver for years. Bruce recently said in an interview Nick chose to be a driver. I don’t think he had many choices. I assumed it was be a driver or a patrolling guardian/military police. After all Nick wasn’t a founding father and he was working class when he joined the SOJ, it made sense for him to be kept as working class once Gilead settled. If he would’ve excelled in the military Gilead would’ve left him in the military, he wouldn’t have had a choice. What Serena says to June makes sense but not how she’s framing it. Without soldiers Gilead would’ve not become, just like it wouldn’t have become without her ideas and without men like Fred and Lawrence. Gilead would’ve become if Nick joined or didn’t join. Whether he called the FBI (if he knew about the take over) or not (the FBI was already keeping tabs on the group). He could’ve made it out or he would’ve gotten caught and forced to comply. In episode 310 we find out Lawrence and pretty much the Commanders couldn’t really leave Gilead and that would’ve included Nick, especially since June had already found out about Nick in episode 306. I know the episode doesn’t really give us a hint as if June related that info with Nick but I can assume at some point she must’ve thought about that. After this she doesn’t see Nick again until season 4, her only chance to ask him to leave would’ve been in 409. We don’t see them talk about it (I keep believing they live in the moment and they both think they have no possibility of a life together). She didn’t know Fred had made a deal, until after she gets back from seeing Nick and what happened with Tuello for me was a clear call back to what Nick tells her in episode 303 they’re politicians they have their own agenda, they don’t care about us. After that there’s the phone call jn 503 and their meeting in 509, where the possibility of him leaving was now a reality, but his obligations had changed making that possibility once again complicated/impossible.

In 502 when Tuello offers Nick the deal he doesn’t even think that would’ve ever been a possibility and while some people think he said no, he clearly says I’ll remember that. It’s definitely not a no. Nick doesn’t trust politicians, he has new obligations, knows how dangerous it is, probably think Lawrence’s plan to fix Gilead will work and like he tells Tuello in 510 June doesn’t need him, she has people to care for her. Aside from that in 503 all possibility of helping June with Hannah (also not explored in the season but I find it extremely odd they would add a Rose/MacKenzie connection and not use it) became an impossibility and probably taking the deal vanished when MacKenzie sees him talking to Tuello. That’s also why he can’t really move when June asks him to in the phone call and why she begins to understand that Nick made a life in Gilead (just like she’s trying in Canada) even though neither of them are happy. I see this as a breaking him away from his line in 409 and I’m here to do what I can.

As calculating and strategic as we have seen Nick throughout all seasons, knowing he could’ve lost June and that he couldn’t protect her was what it took for him to take the deal we all wanted him to finally take. He didn’t take it because he wanted to end Gilead - even though we know he wants to better it because he doesn’t agree with the atrocities it commits. It was all about her safety. He pretty much sacrificed his own safety (nothing he hasn’t done before) for hers. I wonder how they will push him in season 6. Was this enough for him to understand that Gilead can’t get better and it has to end? Because it’s something that in a way June also has to understand. She can’t get to Hannah unless Gilead falls. She has to let Hannah go in order to fight for her and this kind of aligns them in a similar path like we saw them in season 5.

[a-writer]

Prisoner - Azriel x OC reader

Hello:) just a lil something that I came up with and was dying to explore the idea. Also sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. Of course this is just part 1, if you like it, there will be more to come! Thanks!!! Enjoy!<3

Warnings: mentions of torture (nothing too graphic), reader is the villain (kinda). Her name is pronounced Fee-ah, btw:)

Fiadh's eyes pried open, her eyelids feeling heavy even though she was just waking up from a pain induced rest. She blinked slowly, tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry, her tongue sticking to its roof.

Her head was pounding, her shoulders sore from her hands being tied up at her back for so long. She was covered in her own blood, her body full of cuts that could not kill her, but hurt like hell. She tried to move and a groan escaped her crusty lips.

Looking around, she was still in the old, smelly and dark cell that she had been thrown in when the guard brought her. The dungeons of the Hewn City. Fucking perfect.

She knew that coming to the Night Court was risky. She was one of Hybern's spy, after all. And now the king was dead, but his spirit remained. His second in command, Blaine, was now their leader. An organization, a regroupment of all of what was left of Hybern's armies, in the dark. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to wipe Prythian, and all the greedy High Lords and their courts, from the map.

Blaine had told her not to come here, had told her that it was too risky, too dangerous. But Fiadh had been locked up for so long, she was eager to go into the world. She knew her power was rare, there was only one other male in Prythian like her. And the king knew that too, locked her up because of it.

"You have to be careful, Shadowsinger. People would kill if you they knew." That's the last thing the king said to her, before going to the battle. Before having his head severed from his body.

But he was no longer around and Fiadh wanted to put all those training hours to good use. She wanted to be a warrior. And now she was a prisoner. Fucking dumb. She had been so fucking dumb and reckless... She hadn't even thought twice about coming to Hewn City. Hadn't even thought about the tattoo in her forearm, a circle with a cross, the mark of Hybern's soldiers. And now they knew.

She felt her heart rate rising and she tried to calm her raging thoughts. She was a spy, a good one, and she had been captured many times in her 354 years of life. She could do this.

The door to her cell opened and Fiadh braced herself for the pain that was to come. She didn't even know what time it was, how many days had she been in here. She felt dirty, her braid was practically undone, her hair mated and sticking to her forehead, and her clothes were clinging to her skin due to all the blood that was covering her body.

She heard footsteps and then silence. Darkness seemed to reach every corner of the room and her skin erupted in goosebumps. She could feel a power so rough, so dangerous, she couldn't help but shiver. Something slithered up her leg. She looked down and had to suppress a gasp. A shadow was coming up her thigh, then her hip, going to her back until it was tangled in her messy hair, tugging at it, making Fiadh lift her chin, whether she wanted to or not.

Hazel eyes met her own and she recognized the giant of a male that was standing right in front of her. Black dagger in hand, blue syphons glinting in the darkness, wings tucked in and what looked like a million shadows hovering over him. The Shadowsinger. The only male in Prythian that was like her.

"Look at what the tide brought in..." Azriel's voice was low, a feline smirk on his lips. "I'm dying to get to know all your secrets."

[deldeldel90]

what if at the end of CPC, Blaine is still lying on the floor, but there's no more soldiers, the war is all over and he was passed out for the majority of it.

Lance wakes him up, shaking him. "hey, bro." He's nervous, clearly so. Not sure where he stands anymore- what will happen next.

"Lance...?" He's bleary-eyed, his throat all dry and torn. Disorientation takes over him as he looks around, so utterly confused.

"it's over," is what Lance says, almost like he can't believe it himself. And then, whilst shuffling his hands awkwardly in his pockets: "hey... There's this nice lady that says she has, like, a group for you?"

Blaine looks up. "...What?"

Lance is about to turn away, as he says, "like a club, you know...? A Cursed Princess Club?"

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 168

I'M GONNA. I'M GOING TO.

Oh thank goodness Frederick has a cat-like flexibility. No but fr tho. The fact that he can fit in small places and just, fold his body??? He's a cat.

OH I AM SO DOWN TO GWEN, AURELIA, THE POSSUM, AND THE RAT PROTECTING FREDERICK LET'S GOOOOO. Also The possum and Gwen's sharp teeth and Aurelia's spit? Heck yeah. AND THEN AURELIA PROTECTING GWEN!! I'm so glad she had a redemption arc :')

OH. OH. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. Do you understand the amount of time I've been thinking about Frederick throwing a book at his bullies and Leland to the point I want to draw it but give up midway due to unable to draw anatomy of a person throwing a book? Yeah. And Frederick calling Leland a doofus LOLLLL.

Curtis not being able to see shit but still defending the aid kit station pretty well? That's what I call true skill. I mean he's really fighting multiple soldiers with armor and spear, and he's winning. But man his hand tho. I'm guessing those are from splinter and maybe some sorta swelling from holding the broom too long (idk how to describe it) or smth? Those has got to hurt...

HAHAHAHHAHAH I can't believe I didn't expect she would say that LMAO. Also she looks so goofy in the second image HAHA.

Nah the commander really went for Laverne too... Did Leland even agree on that?

Omg....Lorena catching Suzie....Lorzanna....

Leland's strength continues to terrify me. He just broke stair railing that seems to be made from marble, WITH HIS BARE HAND. I swear the Pastel palace is gonna need LOTS of renovation after all of these end.

"You don't decide what you want" oh bull I say, bull. Boooo Leland rotten tomatoes rotten tomatoes boooo nobody likes you go home boooo rotten tomatoes.

Eugh I'm surprised Frederick hasn't broken AT LEAST a bone with how much he got slammed and thrown hardly. The door broke bro the door broke. His spine...

Now that I think about it never have i ever with syrah would probably be wild XD

Okay at this point I am the most glad that frederick told cpc because otherwise many bad things would happen...

Wait a minute. What happened to spider Prez? I can't seem to remember...Did she pass out after breaking the door?

Wait so the Plaidypus isn't the royal plaid army?? Wait cause I'm kinda confused now :') if someone can explain it to me that would be great.

OH CRAP OH NO.

Shit, Frederick fr need a doctor asap. All those tossing around, the dusts, nah...

Okay this is sad and all but Syrah with the long nose made me giggle.

THANK YOU PRINCEL-WHOSE-NAME-HASN'T-BEEN-REVEALD!! Blaine really missed like ¾ of the war lmao.

I swear cpc is responsible for me learning new vocabularies daily.

OH??? BLAINE?? BLAINE??? I don't, I really don't know how to start.

First of all, there's a new meaning to this. So what I'm getting here, Blaine wants to be at the top because if he gets all the attention, Lance and Frederick won't be in trouble because he thought Leland wouldn't notice him much then. I suppose what's in Blaine's mind is, it's better to be neglected by your shitty parents rather than being noticed and verbally/physically abused by them?

Okay, I'm starting to get it. I'm the youngest sibling so I don't know if I'm getting it correctly, but this is what I get: "I will take all the abuse from our father so you, my younger brothers, can live a happy life without being notices by him."

Older siblings, amirite?

So, Blaine has been trying to protect his brothers but because Frederick keeps upsetting Leland and then making him proud, Blaine's plan keeps on being in shambles?

One thing I'm confused about though. Hear me out, Blaine most likely has golden child syndrome right? So how do we draw a line between which act is because wanting to succeed due to believing that's all his worth, and which act is from protecting his brothers?

Oh but he still owes Frederick and Lance lots of apologies though. Don't think I can forget what you said to Frederick in the dungeon, Blaine. That chapter broke me. To Lance, well, to be honest I don't exactly know what he should apologize about, but I feel like Blaine still has to? Sorry, I'm not making sense. Maybe apologize due to not talking to Lance and Frederick about his plan?? Oh man someone help me–

Imagine this tho: Blaine apologizing to Lance and Frederick for letting them get hurt by father, but then Isolde came and assured him that what Leland do isn't his fault. Haha I love to analyze this guy's mental health.

I hope he goes to therapy after this is all over. The plaid princes really need a lot of therapy. Actually the whole plaid family need therapy.

Okay say goodbye to my professionalism for awhile.

OABDUANSUAKSBW BLAINE??? PROTECTING FREDERICK?? THIS IS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE. LAMBCATTTT THANK YOU LAMBCATTT!!!!

Frederick looks so amazed and I won't blame him cause I WOULD TO. IF I WAS ABOUT TO DIE, And someone suddenly came to save me, then proceed to throw the bad guy and himself out of the window by breaking the window and letting the damn sun rise view come in. I. I would look like that.

Blaine looking at the sunrise and realizing the true meaning of life and contemplating what he has done. I love him so much you got this bro.

Also Blaine turns out to be strong! I remember headcanons of him being the weakest out of the three. I mean that could still happen, but the fact that he carried Leland in which who knows how much he weights, and threw him out of the window. Damn.

But they're still falling though, that's not good. I doubt Blaine will die for that matter. It would be wasteful. He barely had his redemption arc. I'm thinking either he uses Leland to break his fall, or Nell's premonition about the tent save him. But the forest is a little far though... Oh! Or maybe, because the pastel kingdom is full of hills, they would fall and roll down towards the tent! That's a possibility!

SHE'S WEARING RED. I REPEAT, SHE'S WEARING RED!!!! YOOOO I WONDER WHAT SHE DID?? I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER...which is in 20 minutes lmao

That's it for now. See ya next chapter!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts. Please actually tell me your thought on this because I NEED answers and theories. Also psychology analization will actually make me go insanely happy)

[kathrinesadventures]

Hey everyone! I'm Katherine, the Author of Femboy Dating Simulator and Lost in your eyes! Both of them Interactive, and both of them varying degree of "WTF?"

So for first, my proudest and most dedicated accomplishment!:

"Lost in Your Eyes: A Dark Fantasy Romance Book" 

Step into a modern world where you play the lead in a city overflowing with supernatural beings who face animosity and persecution from humans. As you navigate through branching plotlines and encounter a cast ofcharacters, three individuals rise as potential love interests. (Technically 4 now. Might get 5)

Do you choose the worrisome yet charming werewolf, An intimidating but protective healer, the shy and clingy vampire, or the sadistic and seductive mage? The decision is yours, but beware, the danger is around every corner. As you grapple with your troubled past and confront the darkness within, you may realize that your greatest adversary is yourself. Can you find love, redemption, and the courage to save those you've lost or will your obsessions and desires consume you, leading to the downfall of society as you know it?

Introducing, A shy, cute, and extremely JEALOUS, Marcus/Melissa Blaine!

The next one on the spot is the mischievous. impish and just a horndog, Vivian/Vale Valentine!!

Or the calm and cool, but possessive Elizabeth/The reserved, protective John.

And next!

Femboy dating Simulator

Have you ever wanted to play pokemon but wanted to have characters that were humanoid so you wouldn't get blamed for bes***** for wanting to have seggs with them while also loving the characters for who they are and not for their bodies?

Well you've come to the wrong place! ish- I don't know what the hell I'm saying so I'll just copy paste the thingy because my brain is literally slurry paste right now ;-;

Femboy dating simulator! Where you start out as a soldier, a fashion artist, or a CEO of a massive company!

....

Who-dies-once-they’ve-reached-the-peak-of-career-and-the-peace they-were-supposed-to-enjoy-is-ripped-away-from-them.

But don’t fret! You’ve been looked after by a kind goddess who feels that you’ve been wronged and thus gives you a second chance! She delivers you to another world. Her world. This is where things get spicy! You’ve been bestowed with a Rift walker. A creature who is summoned through a rune placed on your body. Each rune summons a different Rift walker and your job is to make a team of the strongest familiars, get to know them, date em, etc etc. But also, most importantly train and bond with them. Your familiarity will be the strongest with how good your relationship is with itthem. So who will you choose?

Laurel? The calm, hard to figure out, brawler?

Thor? The kind, caring and mature muscle daddy? (Yes, I call him daddy cause he daddy material)

The MC’s best friend! (Or close friend depending on which ground you choose) Is he a he or a she? I DON’T KNOW!

And Noah! (Not yet implemented, but you can beat his ass and make him your slave!) (Tumblr won't let me post pictures for some reason, so I'll post link!)

Play Femboy Dating Simulator

Play Lost in your eyes

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[romanarose]

If You Wanna Be Wild: Bonus Sick Fic

Santiago Garcia x Javier Pena

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Summary: Part of If You Wanna Be Wild, Santi is sick and Javi comes over to take care of him, both realizing something is brewing.

Warnings and content: PTSD (flashbacks), internalized homophobia but like. Its mild. Flashbacks to that one scene in Glee with Blaine and Tina and the vapo rub lololol

A/N: I know it's been a min since the last chapter and I promise it's coming but I thought I'd giving a lil bonus chapter. Takes place before chapter 3.

A/N 2: for those who aren’t boomers like me, MASH is a show from the 70’s about med soldiers in Korea. It was a comedy but also dealt with super heavy themes and makes me cry

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When Javier Peña waltzed into work at 8:23 AM, he was surprised to find Garcia was not at his desk. Santiago was always on time, and usually early, often staying late to make sure his paperwork was just right. Javi had once returned after realizing he forgot his wallet before the weekend only to drag Santi out of the DEA’s office practically pouting at nearly midnight.

So needless to say, Santiago being gone on a Monday morning was certainly enough to make Javier concerned enough to walk back up to the secretary. Maybe he had finally gone out and enjoyed his life a little on the weekend. The kid needed it, he needed to let off some steam, and a guy that looks like him certainly wouldn’t have any trouble finding a nice girl. Well. Javi hoped she was nice. Santiago would get eaten alive.

“Hola Colleen, ¿Has visto Garcia?” He asked, leaning over her desk.

She did not look up at him. “There’s at least 6 Garcia’s in this building.��

Javi cocked his head to the side. “Which Garcia do you think I’m talking about?” A rhetorical question. “He’s late.”

“What’s it to you? You're late every day, your little lap dog probably got stuck rescuing a kitten from a tree or something.”

He would waste time on something like that.

“Colleen”

She rolled her eyes. “He called in sick, Javi, now mind your business.”

“Sick?” How did he possibly get sick, the kid had the best immune system he knew. Didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, ate all his veggie’s off his plate like his mommy was still watching. “How sick.”

“I didn’t press for details. He never uses sick days so if he wants to play hooky for once it’s none of my business.”

“Thank you Colleen.” Javi smacked the desk, not hard at all. “This was very helpful.”

Javi waited until noon to call. 

“Hola?”

“Garcia, where the hell are you?” He didn’t want to make it seem like he’d been asking about him, after all.

“Oh, hey Javi.” He sounded awful. “Lo siento, I thought they would have told you I was out sick.”

“Well, no one tells me shit around here, you know that.”

“Except for prostitutes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, I’m going on break, want me to swing by and get you anything? Some food, medicine, blankies.”

“Oh, actually, there’s some paper work in my top drawer-”

“I’m not bringing you work, Pope! Jesus, were you the kid who had friends bring him his homework when he was home sick from school?”

Santiago coughed and his poor throat sounded so horse. “Well, if I had friends and if I took days off, I suppose I would’ve.”

“Jesus, Garcia.”

“I’m JOKING! But yeah it was my sister. Mamí would have my head if I fell behind.”

That kid was never going to be free of his mother. “Other than work, do you need anything?”

“No, I’m alright, thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow? 8 O’clock?”

“I’ll see you when you walk in at 8:45”

“Shut the hell up.”

*

Javi was getting ready to leave work when he thought he might call Santi again to see if he needed anything on his way home. They didn’t live far, after all.

He called once, but the boy didn’t answer. He called again, no answer. When there wasn’t an answer a third time, Javier got concerned; he must be too sick to answer. Only stopping briefly at a corner store for some medicine, Javi rushed over to Santiago’s, banging on the door. “Garcia? Garcia!”

After a few minutes, Santi stumbled to open the door, looking groggy and messy and so unlike the boy he knew. Santiago shaved every morning, came to work crisp and put together. Right now, in a rumpled t shirt and shorts and a face that looked like he hadn’t shaved since Friday morning, Santi looked like an adorable disaster. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” He asked, worry in his eyes.

What a guy. “Am I okay? Garcia I called you three times and you didn’t answer, you look like hell.”

“Oh.” Able to relax a bit, Santi’s shoulders slumped and he rubbed his eye as he coughed and looked at the bad in Javi’s hand. “What’s that?”

Javi glanced at the bag before returning his gaze back to the sick man. “I brought you some medicine. Thought you might need something.”

The smile Santi gave him made his heart leap. “Javi, I appreciate you worrying.”

“I wasn’t-”

“But I’ve had three of my tia’s stop by and baby me already.”

“Oh-”

Santi saw Javi’s slightly dejected look, and it made his heart swell just a bit to see that yeah, Javi was an asshole, but he was his asshole and Javi cared about him. Javi wanted to take care of him. “You know how to make soup?”

“I can try.”

“Good, because I’m starving.” Opening the door to let him in, Santi went back to his couch to watch M.A.S.H.

Javi set to work. “Jesus, Garcia, M.A.S.H? Didn’t you get enough of war?”

“They can’t show anything on TV worse than what I’ve actually seen.” He mumbled, cuddling up in a blanket again.

Javier often forgot that Santiago had a whole life before him, a whole life of seeing things Javi couldn’t protect him from. Occasionally, Santi would mention his friends from the Army, his special ops team he was a part of, but not much, and especially nothing with what happened or why he left. There was his best friend who was a pilot and a pair of brothers. The older brother had been honorably discharged recently with “post-vietnam syndrome” although they hadn’t really spent that much time in Vietnam, comparatively. Vietnam was just the thing that got people talking, finally. This only came up in concern for the young brother who without an older brother’s guidance was hard to reel in.

By the time the soup was done, Santi seemed asleep so Javi walked over to the couch quietly only to find Santi was awake, watching M.A.S.H with tears in his eyes. Javi looked to the TV and although he couldn’t pinpoint what was going on, the scene was somber. “Garcia?” He didn’t answer him. “Garcia, hey, Santi-” Javi touched his shoulder causing Santi to gasp out of his trance.

“Will?!” Santi jumped up, eyes wide with panic and hand going for his hip only to find no gun. No holder. No uniform…

“Hey, amigo, relaje, relaje… It’s okay.” He held up his hands to try and placate him. “It’s just me, you're safe, I’m not going to hurt you, Santi.”

When Santi realized it had happened again he quickly averted his eyes, subconsciously shifting away from his friend. “Fuck, sorry, I was… dreaming.”

Javi knew he wasn’t dreaming. He had been awake, clearly, but Javi didn’t question him. “Dreaming about how you got that scar on your neck?”

He knew him a little too well. That’s why Santi called out for Will, the voice he had heard before slipping into unconsciousness. Santi felt like he had been going crazy. It wasn’t as bad as it had been for Will; Santi could handle gunshots and cross fire and action. He could handle it well, he knew he was capable. It was other things, however, things like dead bodies or funerals that sent him into a haze. One funeral he went to when he looked in the casket he saw himself. He never told anyone and never went again. When he went to mass he prayed he would never have to go Frankie, Will, Benny, or Elena’s. He prayed he’d go first.

“No.” He took a few bites of soup, complimenting it.

Javi just nodded. “Alright.” Turning the TV to the Mary Tyler Moore show, Javi tried to change the subject to distract Santi. “Always thought she was hot.”

“Me too. Had a crush on her when she was on the Dick Van Dyke show.”

Javi chuckled. “Of course you did. Here.” He went and got the cough syrup and put it on a spoon. “Here.”

Like a child, Santi whined. “Asqueroso”

“Shut the hell up, I’m not Mary Poppins and I’m not giving you sugar to wash it down.”

“Fiiiiine.” Santi lifted is head enough that Javi could guid the spoon between his plush and waiting lips, eyes dropping in exhaustion and face flush with fever in a way that made Santi just look… fucked out.

No, fuck, shit, he’s not suppossed to be thinking those things about his partner, or men in general. Not that Javi had a problem with it, but he wasn’t gay. It was just his mind wandering, that’s all. 

“Javi?” Santi mumbled half asleep.

“Hm?”

“There’s some vicks vapor rub on the counter, can you grab it for me?”

“Yeah, no problem.” When Javi returned with the rub, Santi was out cold. “Garcia?” He felt his forehead, he was burning up. Poor kid was probably exhausted. Sighing, he opened the vapor rub. With care and precision, Javi rubbed a bit on his neck and a little on his chest, only dipping slightly under the collar so as to not put his hand anywhere untoward. It wasn’t sexual, Santi just needed help. Digging through his medicine cabinet, Javi also found some peppermint and lavender oils and remembered what his own mother used to do when he was sick. A tiny bit of lavender under the nose and some peppermint on Santi’s temples, Javi hopped at the very least he could have a good sleep.

He deserved it, honestly. The young man worked hard, he cared about what he did and the people of Colombia. He was smart, capable, and kind, traits that Javi remembered liking so much in Steve. He was easy to like. 

Settling into a chair nearby with some soup, Javier decided to stay for a little bit just in case Santi needed something or in case he got worse.

When Santi woke up a few hours later it had already gotten dark out and he had intended on moving to his bed. When he began to sit up, however, Santi saw Javier asleep on the chair. He must have stayed to keep an eye on him. Santi’s heart was full, overcome with emotion and affection for his partner in ways he can’t remember feeling since… well shit, Santi can’t remember feeling like this. He had friends he loved dearly, he loved his sister and his mother and all his extended family… but this felt… different. He couldn’t put his finger on it. 

Standing up, Santi quietly used the bathroom and got another blanket from his room. Before laying down again, Santiago carefully laid the blanket over Javier, tucking him in.

“Buenas noches, amigo. Y gracias."

************

Hope this was enough to tide y'all over!

I was writing the vapo rub scene and it was gonna be a lil more intimate but then I got trauma flashbacks to Glee and ina singing and... I said hmmmmmmmm nope lol

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[klaineccfanficlibrary]

is there any fics w kurt being a prince and blaine a knight/soldier?

Here are some previously recommended. (which I haven't read yet!) ~ Jen

Say You’ll Be My Nightingale by @poorlittleklainer

Prince Kurt has been engaged to Princess Rachel since the two of them were born. However, what should he do when he finds himself falling for the Princess’s beautiful knight?

~~~~~

Knight Errant by @alilactree

Blaine is a knight who meets a young prince Kurt and is later assigned as his personal guard.

~~~~~

Noble’s Journey by thentheyhadsex [pdf and epub]

The night after Kurt, Crown Prince of Turano, finds out he’s to be married to seal a treaty, he feels that his life is over. He always thought he would marry for love, not to make peace with their eastern neighbors. But his plan to escape takes a turn for the worse, and in the woods he finds something he was never expecting.

~~~~~

The prince and the knight by ca_te

Blaine hadn’t become a knight by choice. Then one day, when he was almost fourteen and about to become officially a squire, he met Kurt and the whole world tipped sideways.

~~~~~

Your Majesty by Healthy Obsession

An AU in which Kurt is a prince, Blaine is a knight, Karofsky is an evil Lord and it all goes from there, romance, drama and maybe even a few fights along the way.

[padawan-historian]

To better upRoot our miseducation about settler-colonialism, antisemitism, islamophobia, apartheid, and the growing military industrial complex, here are a few urgent and timely reading recommendations from your friendly neighborhood historian (books with ** are my padawan picks)

Books on Muslim Identities & Solidarities:  

Islamophobia and the Politics of Empire: Twenty Years After 9/11 | Deepa Kumar **

The New Crusades: Islamophobia and the Global War on Muslims | Khaled A. Beydoun 

Tolerance and Risk: How U.S. Liberalism Racializes Muslims | Mitra Rastegar **

The Muslims Are Coming: Islamophobia, Extremism, and the Domestic War on Terror | Arun Kundnani **

Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza | Mosab Abu Toha  **

The Way to the Spring: Life and Death in Palestine | Ben Ehrenreich 

Erasing Palestine: Free Speech and Palestinian Freedom | Rebecca Gould **

Books on Jewish Identities & Religious Imperialism: 

Holocaust to Resistance, My Journey | Suzanne Berliner Weiss  **

A Land with a People: Palestinians and Jews Confront Zionism  

Ten Myths about Israel | Ilan Pappe **

Voices from the Warsaw Ghetto: Writing Our History 

Whatever Happened to Antisemitism?: Redefinition and the Myth of the 'Collective Jew' | Antony Lerman **

Books on the Histories & Afterlives of Palestine: 

The Palestinians | Rosemary Sayigh 

The Balfour Declaration: Empire, the Mandate and Resistance in Palestine | Bernard Regan **

The Hundred Years' War on Palestine: A History of Settler Colonialism and Resistance, 1917-2017 |  Rashid Khalidi **

The Great War and the Remaking of Palestine | Salim Tamari 

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine | Ilan Pappe **

Stone Men: The Palestinians Who Built Israel | Andrew Ross **

Gaza Under Hamas: From Islamic Democracy to Islamist Governance | Bjorn Brenner 

The Biggest Prison on Earth: A History of the Occupied Territories | Ilan Pappe

The Battle for Justice in Palestine | Ali Abunimah 

In Search of the River Jordan: A Story of Palestine, Israel and the Struggle for Water | James Fergusson **

Books on Queer Liberation & Apartheid: 

Queer Palestine and the Empire of Critique |  Sa'ed Atshan **

We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir | Samra Habib **

Terrorist Assemblages: Homonationalism in Queer Times | Jasbir K. Puar 

Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation | Eli Clare

Books for Young Readers & Growing Families on Palestine, Apartheid, and Racism: 

Young Palestinians Speak: Living Under Occupation **

You Are The Color **

The 1619 Project: Born on the Water **

A Little Piece of Ground 

Wishing Upon the Same Stars **

The Shepherd's Granddaughter **

They Called Me a Lioness: A Palestinian Girl's Fight for Freedom **

A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier **

We Are Displaced: My Journey and Stories from Refugee Girls Around the World **

Books for upRooting Political & Academic Imperialism 

Except for Palestine: The Limits of Progressive Politics | Marc Lamont Hill + Mitchell Plitnick **

Tolerance Is a Wasteland: Palestine and the Culture of Denial | Saree Makdisi

The Palestine Laboratory: How Israel Exports the Technology of Occupation Around the World | Antony Loewenstein **

We Are Not One: A History of America's Fight Over Israel | Eric Alterman **

Beyond Occupation: Apartheid, Colonialism and International Law in the Occupied Palestinian Territories | Virginia Tilley

Set the World on Fire: Black Nationalist Women and the Global Struggle for Freedom | Keisha Blain

Beyond Walls and Cages: Prisons, Borders, and Global Crisis | Matt Mitchelson

Books for Decolonized Scholarship & Community Building: 

The Wretched of the Earth | Franz Fanon **

Necropolitics | Achille Mbembe **

Freedom Is a Constant Struggle: Ferguson, Palestine, and the Foundations of a Movement | Angela Davis **

Captive Revolution: Palestinian Women's Anti-Colonial Struggle within the Israeli Prison System | Nahla Abdo **

Europe's Fault Lines: Racism and the Rise of the Right | Elizabeth Fekete 

The New Age of Empire: How Racism and Colonialism Still Rule the World | Kehinde Andrews **

The Republic Shall Be Kept Clean: How Settler Colonial Violence Shaped Antileft Repression | Tariq D. Khan 

Decolonial Marxism: Essays from the Pan-African Revolution | Walter Rodney

You can explore more decolonized book recs + history reads over on Neighborhood Historian or access deeper history lessons (and support these public resources + works) through my Patreon.

[presidenttyler]

roscoe conkling was born on october 30, 1829. this is a lame birthday because it's one day before halloween - couldn't he have waited a little longer? it's also several months before james blaine. that doesn't mean anything right now, but remember that.

his father was judge alfred conkling, a judge (of course), politician, and minister to mexico under his friend, the legendary 🐟 millard fillmore. 🐟 so roscoe was born into a successful family. he was sent to boarding school as a child, and then, when he was done being educated, skipped college entirely and moved 80 miles away from his family to practice law, at age 17. the best biography of him says both of these things imply he was probably a problem child whose parents had trouble handling him. i don't doubt that one bit lol. he was also apparently kicked by a horse or a mule at some point in this period, who broke his jaw. don't know how that happened, but pretty epic.

he was a self-proclaimed "seward whig" giving campaign speeches at age 19, he joined the bar at 20 and was district attorney at 21. so you're probably behind him. unless you're 16, in which case, you have time, but hurry up. i'm also obligated to note that the one quote i see about him from his early 20s is someone who remembered him as looking "like a tall, blond young lady... his cheek was as fresh as a rose, and he had long red ringlets clustered about his neck." so that's normal.

in 1859 he was elected to congress, still as a seward whig (seward spoke in his behalf) also part of his reason for running was cuz he knew people didn't like him and he would keep running as long as people opposed him. literally he said that lol. once in congress, he was an outspoken opponent of slavery and very firmly republican. he didn't fight in the civil war, but he was active enough in politics that i don't think many people expected him to quit to fight. (i doubt he would have been a good soldier tbh, i don't think his temperament was right.) anyway, things were going well and he was becoming an increasingly prominent republican figure.

but he immediately started making enemies. ok, conkling was incredibly vain. idk how else to put it, i don't think there is any other way of putting it except just to call him a narcissist which might also be accurate. he basically just insulted anyone he wanted whenever he wanted and it pissed people off and he just didn't care. he always had just enough support (well, for now) that he could have everybody else hate his guts and still retain his power.

one of the most famous spats he had with james g. blaine. i honestly think they just hated each other because they were like the same person but light and dark version. they were similar ages (again, conkling was a few months older... i'm sure you remember) they wanted similar things (wealth, power, maybe to be president one day?) they were both republicans with similar viewpoints - but blaine was friendly and "magnetic" whereas conkling was allergic to smalltalk and if anyone touched him or put a foot on his chair he exploded. so after a minor disagreement about poetry at a dinner, of all things, he and blaine started snipping at each other nonstop throughout 1866 - at one point threatening blaine to a duel which blaine contemptuously denied lol

eventually blaine was provoked to go on an intense tirade against conkling which offended him so much (he was sensitive to all insults and this would have been over the top for anyone) he never spoke to blaine again. literally 20 years later conkling still refused to bury the hatchet, he was asked if he'd talk to blaine again and he said basically, not unless he takes it back and apologizes for that shit he said about me 20 years ago. by the way, i have also heard conkling and blaine described as "as jealous of each other as two woman rivals in love," which is also normal. (there's a lot of this.)

conkling was elected senator in 1867 where he would remain until 1881. he became a powerful party boss - never of the whole party (he had too many enemies and besides the party was split on several matters anyway) but really of the main grant faction. he was very close with grant and would remain loyal to him til the end of his career. when hayes was elected in the notorious 1876 election, despite the fact that conkling had helped create the electoral commission that determined hayes was the winner, he hated him cuz of his (halting) attempts at civil service reform and probably coined the nickname "rutherfraud."

he was a notorious womanizer. i don't know how many mistresses he had, but one that is confirmed is kate chase sprague. (he was married, but he hardly spent any time with his wife and cut off his daughter after she married someone he didn't approve of.) once, he got caught in her house by her husband and allegedly jumped out the window and ran down the street while pursued by a shotgun-wielding mr. sprague. whether or not it's true everyone in 1879-80 thought it was true so that was his reputation lol. it's also worth noting that in '79 he was himself basically challenged to a duel by a southern senator who he had insulted - in response, the senator accused him of lying and said basically, i just insulted you and called you a liar, aren't you gonna come fight? aren't you gonna come fight? and conkling said no and backed down. of course he was under no obligation to duel and duelling wasn't really a thing by that time anyway but it is funny in light of him trying to goad blaine exactly the same way a decade or so earlier.

if there is anything conkling individually stood for that made a historical mark it was the spoils system. he was basically in charge of the republican party in new york and he pretty much felt it was appropriate to appoint friends and political allies to whatever positions he wanted. he thought the reform attempts were goody two shoes bullshit basically. he called it "snivel service reform" ffs. by the way "snivel service reform" has a wikipedia page which will probably be deleted at some point since there's really no reason it should have a wikipedia page. so click it while you can. you can say, "i was there"

the end of conkling's career is probably its best known period. he gave an impassioned speech nominating his friend grant for a third term in 1880, but an orange cat named garfield got the nomination instead. crazy how that could happen, but it was a different time. conkling's political protege arthur was made garfield's runningmate, to convince conkling to speak on garfield's behalf. even then, he did so reluctantly, mentioning garfield's name as little as possible.

when garfield did become president, he refused to give conkling patronage favors, which conkling considered a betrayal. according to him, garfield had promised to toss the grant faction a bone, and he was failing to uphold his end of the bargain. conkling just up and resigned his senate seat. he was so mad, he decided it would be better to resign and be reelected. but... nobody wanted to reelect him. everyone had just had enough of his shit. he started trying to be nice and basically begged to be reelected but it didn't work. he was out of politics forever. of course, garfield was also shot by someone who claimed to be a partisan in favor of conkling, grant and arthur, which made matters worse for conkling, and that's of great interest to me, but it's not directly related to rc and this is already too long lol.

after politics conkling went back to practicing law. if you've ever heard the saying that "corporations are people," conkling is the reason why that's a thing - he argued before the supreme court that the civil rights amendments were always meant to apply to all entities, both human and corporate. so you can throw tomatoes at him for that if you want to.

finally he died in 1888 after refusing to pay for a cab and walking 3 miles from his law office in a massive blizzard. he got meningitis from this and very slowly and terribly died. apparently in his sickness he would fight anyone who tried to give him medicine and would jump up from his bed and angrily pace, muttering incoherently. so he died as he lived. stubborn and mad

this is the man i am posting about and now you know. honestly this is not even half of it but i just realized if anyone who follows me has ever been curious about this terrible man, they deserve to know.

finally just as one last treat, i mentioned several times he was older than blaine. here is a newspaper article where he lies about his age. (the "he" that conkling is referring to here is blaine.) now we can all point and laugh. also he was 57 when he said this quote so he didn't just forget. he knew he was lying. very classic move.

fin, my friends

[little-escapist]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue prompts

19) "Don't apologize for needing help now and then."

Thank you for the prompt! Fic under the cut. :D

Kurt can see that Blaine is struggling. He’s got a lot to do for school, he has a pretty active social life, and he’s working on top of that. But Blaine isn’t saying anything. He’s soldiering on and putting a smile on his face. He forgets that Kurt sees him when the mask slips, when he sighs and looks exhausted after his day out and about. The mask may have worked back when Blaine retreated to a lonely house in the evenings, but he’s living with Kurt now. He’s married now and that should change things.  

Kurt tries to wait for Blaine to bring it up, but when it’s been two weeks of Blaine hiding his exhaustion, two weeks of seeing him put on his careful, cheery face, Kurt has had enough.  

Blaine crawls to bed with him, cuddling close, his touch maybe a tad too tight.  

“I can see you, you know,” Kurt says softly into the dim of their bedroom. He can feel Blaine freezing against his back.  

“What do you mean?” Blaine asks, voice careful and even.  

“You’re not doing too well right now. I just wish you’d talk to me, tell me how you feel.”  

Blaine sighs, his breath a warm gush of air against Kurt’s neck. “I don’t want to burden you. I’m trying to give you space. I can deal, I’ve managed with it before.”  

“Honey.” Kurt turns around to look Blaine in the eye. “You dealing with things alone is not something I want. We’re in this together.”  

Blaine looks pained. “I just... it’s just my shit, Kurt. I don’t want to unload it on you. You have your own stuff to carry, and I want us to work. I don’t want a repeat of my freshman year at NYADA.”  

“You’re my husband, Blaine. It will not be a repeat of that. We’ve learned, we’ve grown, and I’ll tell you if I feel too claustrophobic.” Kurt’s heart aches for Blaine. Blaine is trying so hard, but he’s going about it the wrong way. “Now, will you tell me what’s going on with you?”  

“I’m sorry,” Blaine starts, but Kurt’s not letting that slide.  

“Don’t apologize for needing help now and then.” He presses a kiss on Blaine’s forehead. “If there’s anything I can do to make things easier for you, I want to do it.”  

Blaine gives him a wobbly smile and starts talking.  

[langernameohnebedeutung]

this is something that's really hard to show in gif or to even notice when watching the episode because it so in the background and the very corner of the screen and off-centre from everything happening in the foreground, but it's still so important to me so I kind of wanted to show it: When Blaine loses it at his father's "I forgive you line", Don E actually kind of tries to intervene somehow and ...I guess hold Blaine back? or stop him? before he can get himself in any real trouble with the cult.

And the thing is, I can't even really 100% tell if the guy standing behind Don E in the first one is holding him by the arm too in the second one (his movement kind of seems that way?) or whether Don E stops himself because he realises that there isn't much he can do, really - but it just matters so much to me because with the big question of "how much did these two really care about each other?", I really love that there are several scenes where Don E immediately and reflexively looks out for Blaine (the scene where he finds Blaine unconscious in his office and another in the season 4 season finale when the Filmore Graves soldier comes in, too) and it really just reminds me of David Anders whole 'Bryce and I talked about it and they loved each other and hated themselves for it' tweet

like...insane with that. And now you're in a well for all eternity.

[americanwh0resstuff]

- Take me instead -

Blaine DeBeers

Blaine DeBeers x reader one shot

Can be seen as part of the same storyline as my last fic but can also be read separately

Best playlist:

Word count: 1,112

🗡️ angst with some slight fluff

⚠️TW⚠️

Hostage like situation, mention of guns, broken bones, injury detail, mentions of blood, zombie reader…

- Take me instead -

It was a regular day down at the scratching post, it wasn’t yet open so I was making my rounds of the place, checking that all the tables were clean and not rocky, Don E was working behind the bar, wiping some glasses before placing them strategically on the shelves.

Technically I didn’t work here, but since Blaine kept me locked up all day, there wasn’t much else to do.

The sound of a cellphone ringing snapped me out of my thoughts, Don E excused himself and hurriedly went out the back door, as there wasn’t much reception down here, so now I was alone, I took this time to go to the bathroom, just to check that my hair and makeup was alright for tonight.

I re entered the bar to see a man in a soldiers uniform, I recognised him quickly as Chase Graves, the current leader of Filmore Graves and thorn in Blaine’s side, I understood they had some sort of business agreement to do with importing brains to Seattle, and that Blaine’s been pretty stressed recently about struggling to get bodies past the wall.

“Can I help you?” I asked timidly, walking over to him slowly, he’d already sat himself down on one of the black leather barstools and was reaching over to grab himself a glass and a bottle of our finest whiskey.

“Well, who might you be? One of Blaine’s play-things I suppose?” I didn’t know how to react to that, my brows furrowing as he smirked at me.

“Be a dear and tell Blaine I gotta talk to him, would ya?” I rolled my eyes but did it anyways, I didn’t want to be left alone with this guy anyways, I could feel his eyes burning into my back as I walked away.

I banged on Blaine’s office door, the sound of his record player almost drowning me out, I was about to knock again when he opened the door.

“Hello gorgeous, missing me?” He taunted before pulling me into for a heated kiss. “You have company.”

“Well I suppose it would be rude not to invite them in!” He walked back to his desk chair and sat down as I turned around to get Graves.

I took one step back towards the bar before I felt a handgun press into my side, I instinctively yelped and put my hands up.

“(Y/n)? Everything okay?” Worry scattered in Blaine’s voice.

“Oh she’s just fine.” Chase stood by the office door, one of his hands pinning my arms behind my back, the other holding his gun to my head.

Blaine looked over, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. “Look man, the shipments are coming in, they’re just delayed…” He said while holding his hands up in front of his face, he didn’t dare to draw his own gun, too scared that he’d hurt me if he took any risk. “Don’t hurt her, take me instead, she has nothing to do with this”

“It’s a funny thing…” I felt his hand move to my left wrist. “You can’t really physically torture a zombie, they just heal anyways… but emotional torture…”

He suddenly pulled my arm, a growl escaping him as I heard a snap before doubling over in pain, screaming out.

Blaine’s eyes went red and he took a step forward.

“Don’t even think about it.” Chase said slowly, pulling me closer to him once again, gun still pointed at my head. “Blaine, stay calm, I’ll be okay” tears brimmed my eyes as I tried to deal with the pain, trying to keep myself from going into rage mode, he’d kill me with no hesitation if I dared move.

Blaine pulled himself out of it, steadying himself on his desk before looking up at me, eyes going back to their usual icy blue.

“I’ll get my crew on it immediately, you’ll have your brains by tomorrow, I swear.”

Chase chuckled. “I hope you mean it, but just to be sure…” He stomped his foot down on my left calf, another snap echoing through the office as he let go on me, allowing me to drop at his feet, groaning in pain.

“Tomorrow, you have till 6pm or I’ll be back, and I won’t be as nice to your little girlfriend.”

Blaines eyes once again going red as he gripped the edges of his desk, holding himself back while Graves turned and left, exiting the bar and grabbing the bottle of scotch once again.

I looked up to see Blaine kneeling before me, eyes once again back to normal.

“Are you okay? Sorry, stupid question…” I laughed softly and leaned forward into his chest, tears streaming down my face. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He wasn’t used to being affectionate or comforting, but now he didn’t have much choice, even though he wouldn’t admit it, he cared for me, why would he keep me around all the time? He wanted me all for himself.

His arms snaked around my waist, holding me tight and shushing my soft cries.

•••

The bar was back open and everything was running smoothly, Don E shouting out that he would buy everyone another round of drinks if they took part in the zombie human dance battle, the usual.

Except instead of being out in the crowd, socialising and boosting his ego by getting hit on by hot young zombies, Blaine sat by my side, wrapping up my arm and leg in a soft white bandage.

“Luckily zombies heal these things pretty quickly, give it a few hours and you’ll be good as new.” he smiled softly at me, stroking my hair before trailing his hand down to my knee. “Here, lay down, you should sleep it off.” He tapped the pillow next to me and helped me lay down without putting any weight on my arm.

“I’m sorry, I should have protected you, I never thought he’d hurt you.”

I watched him as he looked away, remorse written all over him.

“You didn’t know.” I said, only above a whisper, exhaustion taking over me as he stroked my hair.

“Can you stay a while? I know you got a bar to run but-“ he interrupted me. “Don E’s got it covered, I’m sure he can handle it.”

I smiled at him and he smirked back.

“Well… aren’t you gonna lie down?” We both giggled softly as he lay himself down next to me, keeping a small distance since he didn’t want to hurt me anymore than Chase already had, his hand landing softly on top of mine as he watched me closing my eyes and eventually falling asleep.