#this is the silliest thing ever I apologize :P

[whiskersz]

Haaaaaaiii (mysteriously) i was wondering if I could ask for both matchups? :33 (you don't know me btw...)

My name's Tezel, I'm a 20 yr old agender aromantic bisexual and I go by they/it!!

I'm not entirely sure how to describe myself, but I guess I could say I enjoy spending time with others a lot! I always try to be friendly, and when I feel comfortable enough with someone, I might end up talking way too much...Sometimes I feel like I should probably apologize to them!

Also, I'm not really one to judge people, so I always try my best to be as understanding as possible. I'm not someone who gets angry w their friends easily either...Guess that'd take a lot!

As for my interests, I really enjoy drawing, and I also really like listening to music! ^_^ Something else I enjoy is collecting plushies, so I will always be extremely thankful to anyone who'd think of giving me one as a gift! Also, I absolutely love dinosaurs, so I might accidentally go on a ramble about them with someone I'm speaking with! I just think they're neat :P

Something else about me, which I'm definitely not proud of, is that I easily end up getting anxious over the silliest things. If it gets too bad, I might try to seek comfort from my friends or anyone I'm close to. Usually, that helps a lot.

If I'm close enough with someone, I will definitely be very cuddly around them, or at least give them hugs often! Of course, if I'm not sure if they're comfortable with it, I will ask beforehand if they're ok with it! I always value people's feelings before my own.

And lastly, I know many random facts about animals, so I'll often bring them up to people I'm speaking with if a certain animal is brought up or if I'm asked something about it! I'm often told I know a lot a lot about them :3

Anyways, that should be everything. I really hope the info I gave you works just fine!! Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do this... ^_^

(bgff)

Hey you!! I finally got to your matchup, yay!! Now, I know veryyy well who your favourites are – but! I tried to read this as if I didn’t know you, apologies if the characters I chose aren’t really of your liking, I tried XP

With aaall of that said, your romantic matchup is...

Sir Pentious!

I can totally see you and Pentious bonding for a very wide number of reasons. I don’t usually do this in matchups, but I can see you approaching him first and complimenting him on how cool he looks – he’s a snake after all, and you love animals -; he even sounds cool, with all the inventions he comes up with! He’d get really flustered over someone paying this much attention to him but at the same time be very proud of himself, and he’d totally take some time to brag a little, encouraged by your shower of compliments. This is kind of how your first meeting would go, in my opinion!

After that, you two would be inseparable: you’d ramble about your interests and he’d ramble back about his, and you’d give each other opinions on what the other has said. This would continue for hours on end! He’d also grow so fond of you to let you witness him and the egg boys at work; you’d think of this as the coolest thing ever. Eventually, you’d end up dating, probably planning to confess in the same exact moment too. It’d be a bit of an awkward confession, but one full of chuckles and hugs and reassurance!

Pentious is a biiig cuddle bug – he loves hugs, snuggling up against you, hand holding and when you do all of that to him! Therefore he doesn’t mind your hugs at all, he actually asks for them himself. He’s the type to hold your hand under the table while you’re all having dinner at the Hotel and then blush about it, and he also plays with your hands a lot. his hand is probably pretty big and slender, so he loves to point out how small your hands are compared to his.

He absolutely adores when you show him your art, he definitely goes a little overboard with compliments sometimes as he tends to exaggerate things in general but he does think everything that he says, so his comments are very genuine. If you draw him sometimes he’ll be very flustered about the fact that you find him handsome enough to make him a portrait!

He’s actually the type of demon to sit down next to you if he notices you drawing and join you in your activity. Not that he’s great at it himself, but what matters is that he’s willing to spend some quality time with you doing something that you enjoy.

You and Pentious also don’t get on each other’s nerves often at all. If one of you does something mildly annoying you both always end up apologizing immediately afterwards in fear that the other will get mad at you, so it’s very rare that you get mad in this relationship.

Also, if he does do something that upsets you, he’ll be feeling awful all day and do something to cheer you up, like get you a new plushie or bake something for you. Not that he doesn’t do little acts like these randomly during your relationship too though; he’s actually a big gift giver and he loves acts of service so it’s not rare for him to show up at your bedroom door with a trail of freshly made cookies or a handmade little gift. In fact, most of his time in his room/studio is spent figuring out what to make for you next!

When you start panicking over something for the first time, he gets a little bit anxious himself as well, not going to lie. With time though he learns that all you really need from him is for him to act natural and distract you a bit with some silly jokes, and perhaps a bit of light hearted comfort and a cuddle. From that point on he cherishes it every time you turn to him for help, as you’re his first supporter too.

I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it!! As for your platonic matchup, I think you’d be besties with...

Charlie!

To start off, these will be a little bit on the shorter side as they’re platonic headcanons. Anyways, you and Charlie sure love to hang out and listen to each other ramble! She’ll stare at you with big wide eyes and wonder on her face as you spew facts about dinosaurs and animals; she’ll be especially interested on the cute ones, she adores cute things!

She’s also big on physical affection, so she will never decline a hug from you! Now, longer cuddling sessions might be a little off-limits as she’s dating Vaggie and the latter can get a bit jealous over these things, so you both decide to respect her and stick to hugs and the occasional friendly hang holding while walking around.

Charlie gladly joins you and Pentious in your drawing sessions; she’s a little better at drawing than he is, and will fill the entire page with doodles of hearts and rainbows and stars if you don’t stop her...it’s very endearing!

She values everyone’s feelings a lot, so when she senses that you’re in distress she’ll immediately be by your side. She can be a little bit awkward at offering advice sometimes as she doesn’t have much clue of what goes on in humans’ minds after all, but she’s trying her best to cheer you up and that’s what matters. She will also refrain from judging you herself, as she is the Princess of literal Hell.

Charlie loves your plushie collection; she’s got one of her own! She’s obsessed with taking pictures of her plushies so she’ll definitely do the same thing with yours, too, especially the ones that she finds adorable. When your birthday or some other kind of celebration comes around, a plushie will definitely be her main present from you; she might let the secret escape though while excitedly asking which ones you’d like to get if somebody got you one, right now...

(bgff <33)

[notthetoothfairy]

Check-Up/Out

The office health check-up doesn’t quite go as envisioned but at least Kurt finally learns more about his co-worker’s relationship status.

A/N: This is the original Klaine-as-Vogue-Interns oneshot I mentioned at the end of my Klaine Advent Vogue Verse! :) The two fics are completely different except for being set in a verse where Kurt and Blaine both intern at Vogue.com.

beta’ed by @a-simple-rainbow who saves my fics from being scientifically inaccurate ;)

Rating: PG

Read on AO3

“Alright, preppy interns, ready for your health check-ups?” a voice says right behind Kurt’s ear, making him flinch and literally jump up from his desk chair.

Blaine has a similar reaction a desk away from him, though the person who approached him was much kinder, merely touching his shoulder to get his attention.

Still. Blaine is almost always so deep into his work that one could talk to him about aliens and dragons and whatnot, and he would nod and mumble, “Yeah, sounds great.”

And not just theoretically – it actually works. Kurt knows this because it’s his regular five-minute break entertainment.

“Wait, what health check-up?” Blaine asks, thankfully just as confused as Kurt.

The girl behind Blaine’s chair frowns. “The whole office is doing health check-ups today.”

“We just assumed that would just be for actual employees,” Kurt replies, trying to be kind. After all, she wasn’t the one who scared him half to death after all. “We’re just interns here.”

He spares a look at the other girl – and, yep, still scary. She has her hands on her hips and a piercing gaze, seemingly ready to roll her eyes at people 24/7.

And then she actually does roll her eyes at Kurt. “Interns have bodies, too, you know? Even Vogue interns. So, health check-up. Now. Deal with it.”

“Santana, be nice,” the other one warns. With a tight smile directed at Kurt and Blaine, she adds, “Sorry about that. I’m Tina. Med student at NYU, Santana over here studies sports management. We have to do some health check-ups at offices around the city for a kinesiology class. It’s really nothing major, we just run a few tests to see how you could improve your health by sitting differently or adjusting some things at your desk and stuff like that.”

“For example,” the scary one – Santana – says, smirking at Blaine, “I can see from over here that you need to adjust your chair to a lower setting, Mr. Trying to Trick People into Thinking He’s a Tall Glass of Water.”

“Hey, no fair.” Blaine shifts, flustered, and fumbles with the lever under his seat. “I swear I actually need it this high.”

“Not convinced, shorty, but okay.”

Blaine pouts. “This chair sucks anyway. It’s nowhere near as comfy as my desk chair at home.”

Kurt is torn between scowling at Santana for insulting Blaine and chuckling because… well, Blaine’s vertically challenged and Kurt has been making fun of it – friendly fun, of course – ever since they started their internship together.

“I’ve been there,” Tina says with an empathetic nod. “If it makes you feel any better, we do give the office feedback on how to improve by buying new furniture as well. So… you might get a new chair out of this.”

Blaine shoots her a hopeful grin. “Where do I sign up?”

At the sight of Blaine beaming, Kurt suppresses a smile of his own. God, he’s so into this guy, it’s getting pathetic. But how could he not be? Blaine works at the desk right next to Kurt’s, always smelling like raspberries and coffee and just overall delicious, and he’s got a passion for all the things Kurt loves, from musical theatre to atrocious reality shows to fashion (which is a given when one works for Isabelle Wright), and he’s just so nice. Nice to talk to, nice to work with, nice to look at, and, really, Kurt had no choice but to fall for him.

But it’s been two months already and he still hasn’t worked up the nerve to ask Blaine out. It’s just too damn complicated. What if Blaine says no? They’re working right next to each other, for at least four more months. Hello, awkward silence.

Or what if Blaine actually quits to spare Kurt the awkwardness? He would totally do that and let Kurt get a career in fashion while he himself ended up in some low-level clothing store down the block. That’s how nice he is. Which is why Kurt can’t ask him out and let Blaine ruin his own career.

It’s a vicious cycle, for sure.

Kurt’s spaced out long enough to almost miss how Blaine is getting up and following Tina to another room. He blinks after them, shaking himself out of his thoughts slowly.

He flinches again when Santana plumps down in Blaine’s chair, turning it so she’s facing Kurt at his desk, body is wrapped in the tightest tube dress Kurt has ever seen (and he works at Vogue, for god’s sake).

“So, tell me about it.”

“I’m sorry?”

She rolls her eyes again. “You. Other intern.”

Kurt gulps and tries to look innocent yet protective of his friend. “What about Blaine?”

“You totally have the hots for him.”

“I…” Wow, he’s actually breaking out in a sweat. Who is this girl? “I do not.”

“How convincing.” Santana grins. “You’re lucky I actually do have some tests to run, otherwise I’d make you tell me all about it.”

“I’m sure.” Kurt narrows his eyes. “Wait, you’re not going to hook me up to a lie detector or something, are you?”

Still grinning, she replies, “Nope, we’re going to do a few exercises.” She gets up to get a dumbbell from the box she and Tina brought in. “And I don’t need a lie detector anyway. Psychic Mexican third eye.” She shushes Kurt when he opens his mouth. “Don’t ask. Most people don’t get it.” She gestures for Kurt to get up. “Alright, you’re gonna lift this up for a minute until I tell you to put it down, and then you’re going to do the same thing again, and I’m going to measure your posture.”

“Alright,” Kurt sighs. He really wanted to finish planning the big event of the month today. He’ll probably have to delay getting a good catering service until tomorrow. Even Kurt Hummel doesn’t plan a good party in one afternoon.

“Okay, go,” Santana says as soon as Kurt’s in position, ignoring his obvious unwillingness.

Kurt lifts the weight easily, quietly thanking his early-morning workout routine for preparing him for this. He briefly wonders why Blaine had to go to the other room. Maybe seeing Kurt lift weights would have elicited some kind of response that Kurt could use to assess if he stands even the slightest chance. After all, a guy like Blaine probably has an insanely good-looking boyfriend who can lift weights that Kurt can’t even look at without feeling pain.

Now that he thinks of it, Blaine has mentioned once or twice in a meeting that he lives with a model. Sure, he probably did it to put in a good word for his model friend who wants to land a gig at Vogue but… what if that’s not all there is to it? He lives with that guy. A model. Kurt curses the health check-up girl for making him think about this.

As if she heard his thoughts, she says, “Alright, down now. Feeling okay?”

She seems a lot nicer when she’s focused on her work. Kurt nods distractedly. He’s still busy visualizing Blaine with his model boyfriend. Kurt’s probably so not his type.

Santana makes him lift the dumbbell for another minute, and when he’s done, she types something into her laptop, humming when it finally gives her the results.

“Alright, not too shabby,” she says. “But you can see here,” she turns the laptop for Kurt to see, “that you have a tendency to lean backwards when you lift heavy stuff for longer periods of time. See how the second graph deviates from the first one? That’s because you leaned farther back the second time. You had a better posture the first time.”

Kurt nods silently. Maybe that’s why he had such back pains after moving into the loft with Rachel. But then again, that’s probably because she just doesn’t know how to properly pack boxes in a way that won’t crush her future roommate’s back.

The second exercise Santana makes him do isn’t really an exercise. She’s just watching him silently and taking notes while he goes about at his desk, feeling slightly uneasy under the scrutiny. She had told him to just check his email and type something into a blank document so he’d feel less inane doing it but, somehow, he still does feel a bit stupid.

“Wow, your health check-up looks a lot different than mine,” Blaine comments when he trails back into the room after Tina.

Of course he’d come back while Kurt looked uncomfortable at his desk, not when he was lifting weights. Of course.

Tina giggles. “You’re going to switch rooms in a minute, the check-ups are all the same.”

“Why go through all the trouble?” Kurt asks curiously. “We could have done this in the same room. We work together anyway.”

“Oh, you’re in for a surprise,” Blaine says conversationally as he takes a seat back at his desk, watching Santana watch Kurt. “The other part is a bit less PG.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Kurt chokes out, glaring at Santana when she tells him to just stick it out for a bit longer. He’s done pretending he’s checking his email. “What is the other part?”

“He’s joking,” Tina says quickly. “I mean, yeah, shirts off, but, uhm, that’s it, promise.”

“And if you’re a bit slow, like me,” Blaine adds, “you’ll think that she’s asking you to take everything off. Very potentially awkward. I’d already unzipped my pants.”

Kurt actually feels himself flushing at the thought, which is even worse now because everyone’s watching him.

“Are we done yet?” he asks Santana.

He’s glad she has her back to Tina and Blaine because she winks at Kurt. “Yep, you’re free to go. With Tina, I mean.” She chuckles. “For the adult part.”

Blaine barks out a laugh as well. Kurt rolls his eyes at him. “Glad at least one of us is enjoying this.”

For some reason, that makes Tina blush, and she quickly clears her throat. “Alright, let’s take you to the other room.”

Kurt follows her, confused, and lets her guide him into an empty conference room.

“Okay, this is going to be pretty simple,” she says, all business, “I’m going to take some notes about your medical history, all confidential, of course, and then I’m going to examine your spine. And for that, you’re…”

“Going to be shirtless, got it,” Kurt finishes for her. “Spoiler alert, Blaine.”

Tina ducks her head. “He’s… a nice guy.”

“Yeah.” Kurt shrugs nonchalantly, not wanting a repeat conversation. It’s weird enough to have one observant stranger approach him about his crush. “He’s okay, I guess.”

Tina doesn’t say anything until she has her clipboard out and ready, bombarding him with questions about his medical history, health issues in his family and sports-related injuries.

“Okay,” she continues, “have you ever been in treatment for back-related injuries?”

“Uh… nope.”

“And do you feel back pains after a long day of work?”

“No, not really.”

“Okay.” Tina bites her lip. “Is Blaine single?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Is he single?” Tina asks again.

“Blaine?” Kurt’s eyes widen. He actually leans forward to look at Tina’s clipboard. “That’s not on the list, is it?”

“Uh, no.”

“Right,” Kurt says, feeling himself getting more than annoyed with this stupid health check-up. “Because in that case, you would already know the answer to that question, since he played Q&A in here first… unless you asked him whether I was single, which I’m sure is very important to the state of his spine.”

“I’m sorry, this is unprofessional.” Tina sighs. “Forget I asked.”

“It is,” Kurt says tightly. Of course, he’s actually pissed that she’s taking an interest in Blaine in the first place, not because she’s asking – but she doesn’t need to know that. “Can we get this over with?”

“Sorry,” she says again. “Of course.”

The rest of his examination goes smoothly, though Tina seems to be more uncomfortable than before. Kurt actually sighs in relief when they’re done and lets her lead him back to his office where Blaine is in a similar position he was in earlier.

“How’d shirts and skins go?” Blaine asks with a smile when Kurt mirrors their earlier situation by sitting down at his desk to watch.

Kurt rolls his eyes when Tina sends him a panicked glance. He probably should file a complaint with her and Santana’s professor. Who sends inexperienced and highly inappropriate med students to do official health check-ups around the city?

“Fine. My spine’s alright, I guess.”

“Oh, yeah? Mine, too. Aren’t we one bunch of healthy interns?”

“Okay, you’re done,” Santana says. “If you want, we can compare results in a minute. I still have to tell you about your posture… Kurt.”

The way she says his name tells him that she’s only recently learned his name. Of course. He didn’t introduce himself. That means… oh no. She talked to Blaine about him.

Kurt briefly wonders whether he should take the high road, resign, and let Blaine get the good jobs while he himself settles for selling cheap jeans at the nearest outlet store.

Ugh, but no. His pride gets in the way, of course. He’ll let Blaine quit the job if he can’t take his co-worker having an unrequited crush on him. Maybe he can just marry Tina, if she’s so unbelievably interested. And she’s a med student, she’ll have money one day. Blaine won’t end up poor.

God, he’s too young to be this bitter, isn’t he?

“Hit me,” he mumbles.

“You’ll have to wait until the program’s ready to give me Blaine’s stats as well,” Santana replies. “Tina, fetch the printouts once they’re done, will you?” Tina nods and leaves the room. Santana grins. “So, tell me…” She leans against Kurt’s desk, and Kurt thinks he’s going to have a heart attack when she stretches the pause far longer than necessary. “Any model gigs one can hold out for in this place?”

Phew. Safe topic.

“Aren’t you a sports business major?” Blaine asks her.

“Yeah, but only because my SATs weren’t good enough for modeling,” Santana replies sarcastically. “Girl’s gotta have a plan B, you know?”

He chuckles. “Right.”

“So?”

“Depends,” Kurt says. “Are you with an agency?”

“No. But I have experience. Done some cheerleading, some cage dancing.” She says it as if that’s a typical launch for a model career. “And I literally had to kill people to get this placement today… that has to count for something, right? Can you believe if they’d sent Tina and me to, like, Target or something?”

“Horrifying,” Blaine agrees with a grin.

“So, can you hook me up?”

Blaine raises both arms before pointing to Kurt. “Me, no. Him? Maybe.”

“Me?” Kurt asks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re Isabelle’s darling,” Blaine teases. “You’ve got pull.”

“You do?” Santana says, looking Kurt up and down. “Yeah, you look the part.”

“He really does,” Blaine says, and for a second, Kurt thinks he might have imagined a flirty undertone. But no, that’s Blaine talking Kurt up to Santana because he doesn’t want to deal with her himself. That’s all.

Though Blaine’s too nice to do that, isn’t he?

“I can’t really help you, either,” Kurt says quickly before he zones out again. Stupid crush. “All I’m doing at the moment is planning this ballet event and-”

“I can do ballet,” Santana cuts in, actually looking interested now. “Any chance you can get me into that?”

Kurt shifts in his chair. “Uhm… maybe… I guess I could talk to Isabelle.”

“Here, I’ll give you my number,” Santana says, taking a pen from Kurt’s desk and writing it on a post-it note. “Seriously, I’d be forever in your debt. I won’t even say anything about your humongous cr-”

Kurt sends her the look he usually reserves for whenever Rachel is saying something particularly insane. It gets Santana to shut up immediately.

“Anything to get me out of college. I hate college,” she babbles, and Blaine eats it up, immediately putting on an empathetic face and encouraging her to at least keep it as an option, plan B and all.

Kurt listens closely for any sign that Santana might blab again – god, he cannot get her that job at the ballet event, Blaine is going to be there – but before she can screw up, Tina comes back with the printouts.

“Here you go Blaine,” she says, a blush high on her cheeks, and Kurt almost groans, praying for the moment these two will just leave them the hell alone to finally continue working. “Kurt, that’s yours.”

“Ohhh, this is like finding out who got cast in a play,” Blaine says excitedly. “What does yours say, Kurt?”

Kurt turns the sheet of paper in his hands, trying to interpret the graphs. “I don’t really know…?” he asks. “Just a bunch of graphs. Oh, I recognize this one. It means I lean too far back when I carry stuff, right?”

Santana laughs. “Yup. By the way, if we’re comparing, Blaine actually did far better on that one.”

“I did?!” Blaine asks.

“Bastard,” Kurt comments wryly, making everyone laugh. “Pictures or it didn’t happen.”

Blaine shrugs, handing over his printout. “The stats don’t lie, Kurt. Just accept that I’m better.”

“You don’t even know which one of those tiny pictures says that you won, do you?” Kurt teases back. Maybe this health check-up isn’t that bad after all. The conversation feels flirty, and he isn’t even bothered by Santana’s knowing smirk anymore.

“Wow!” Tina breathes out when she looks at the graph of Blaine’s perfect posture. Kurt’s sure that she had a chance to look at Blaine’s results before and is just making a show of being impressed. Standard move. Very mediocre execution. Ugh. “You’re so straight, Blaine!”

Kurt can’t help but laugh at the wording. Santana’s grinning, too.

Blaine, however, is not. “What’s so funny?” he ask.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say that,” Kurt says, still chuckling.

“What, Kurt?”

“You…? Straight…?”

“Yeah.” Blaine arches an eyebrow. “And?”

Kurt freezes. “Wait… what?”

“No way,” Santana breathes out. “You’re not telling me you’re… but… I’m never wrong about these things.”

“Sorry,” Kurt says, suddenly picturing Blaine not with his model roommate but with Tina, taking his shirt off with her ogling him and trying to gauge whether he’s single. Or maybe he’s bi? But even then, would Kurt ever stand a chance against a model roommate and med student Tina? Oh god. “I just assumed-” The words die off in his throat. This day just can’t get any worse. He looks down at his hands. “Just… um, sorry.”

Blaine’s serious face crumbles like a stone façade in front of him and he doubles forward with how hard he’s laughing.

“Oh my god, I totally got you!” he exclaims, cackling. “You should see the looks on your faces.”

Kurt looks up again. “What?”

“I don’t get it,” Tina says.

“I’m gay,” Blaine says lightly and adds in a low singing voice, “Automatically-radically, ironically chronically, certainly, pertin’tly, genetically, medically gay.”

Oh, Jesus Christ. He’s citing musicals. He’s not straight. The world is still turning. Kurt actually feels his heart starting to beat again.

“Ah, that’s more like it!” Santana exclaims. “Well played, my friend, well played.”

“Wait, you’re gay?” Tina asks, shocked. “But… you let me give you my number.”

Kurt rears his head back around to Blaine. He barely notices how Santana shoots Tina a pitiful look and says, “Oh, honey. How many times?”

Blaine suddenly looks a bit chastised. “Sorry, Tina. I didn’t really think it would come up again and… well, you do seem nice, we can totally hang out… I could introduce you to my friend Sam. He really is totally straight, and he’s a model, actually, so…”

Kurt suddenly feels like Christmas has come early this year.

Tina, however, seems to feel quite the opposite. She nods, looking a bit annoyed with herself.

“Every single time,” she mutters, before she turns to Kurt with a sigh. “You could have just said something.”

“Me? What…?” Kurt sputters. “You just asked if he was single, that’s it.”

“You did not!” Santana gasps. “Tina Cohen-Chang, I’m totally telling on you. Giving out numbers, asking inappropriate questions… tsk, tsk, tsk.” She grins at Kurt. “What did you say?”

“Yeah, Kurt, what did you say?” Blaine asks, sounding curious as well.

“I told her off, that’s what I did,” Kurt says without thinking.

“You did?” Blaine asks, leaning forward. “Why?”

Oh god, he totally just gave himself away, didn’t he?

“I, uh,” he scrambles for an answer, even looks to Santana for help but only finds a scarily accurate imitation of the Cheshire cat there. “What else would I have done? It really was a bit unprofessional, sorry, Tina. And I don’t know your relationship status anyway, so...”

“Oh.” Blaine ducks his head, looking a bit embarrassed. “Well, uh, I’m single, in case you were wondering.”

Santana smirks as she finally gets up from Kurt’s desk. “Oh, he was wondering,” she says, pinching Kurt in the cheek. “Come on, Tina, we still have some clients to torture and these two clearly need to finish talking about… their stats.”

Tina looks from Kurt to Blaine and back to Kurt and suddenly slaps her hand against her forehead.

“Oh my god, I’m so blind!” she exclaims. “Santana, why didn’t you warn me?”

“And ruin all the fun? You don’t know me at all,” Santana tells her as she grabs Tina by the arm and basically hauls her out of the room.

The small intern office falls quiet pretty quickly.

“So, um…” Kurt says, “that was the weirdest health check-up I’ve ever been part of.”

“Definitely,” Blaine agrees. “So… how did you do at the desk?”

Kurt checks his printout. “Perfect posture.”

“Ah, damn.” Blaine sighs. “I slouch, apparently.”

Kurt nods. “You totally do. Must be that unnecessarily high chair setting, hm?”

“Oh my god, it’s so not!” Blaine whines. “I’m not that short, you know?”

Kurt grins at him good-naturedly. “Okay, okay. But you do slouch. You get all focused on your computer and then it looks like it’s gonna swallow you whole.”

“I should tell Isabelle you need more work if you’ve got so much time watching me do mine,” Blaine jokes.

Kurt feels color rising in his cheeks again and he gestures to his computer. “Speaking of which, I really need to finish writing this, um… this email… and I have some phone calls to make, so…”

Blaine nods, fiddling with the sheet of paper in his hand. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

They both go back to working in silence, but Kurt doesn’t get anything done at all with how hard his brain is trying to analyze Blaine’s behavior since the check-up. It almost seems like he’s… trying to get Kurt to say something. It even felt a bit like flirting. But… it can’t be? Can it?

“Hey, Kurt?” Blaine asks after about five minutes.

Kurt looks at his still empty draft of an email. “Mh,” he manages.

“Just in case any weird girls come into our office to perform some kind of tests on us and we get separated again and one of them is actually into you and asks me about your relationship status… um… what do I say?”

Kurt blinks, first at his email, then at Blaine as he turns in his chair to look at his co-worker who looks like he’s gotten all of that out in just one breath.

Blaine clears his throat. “You know. Just in case. So… so that this doesn’t happen again.”

Kurt tilts his head. “Are you asking whether I’m gay or single?”

“Or European.”

Kurt laughs. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but you have got to stop with the Elle Woods references.”

“Duly noted,” Blaine says with a grin before he probes, “But, um… single. Sorry. Full sentences. Asking whether you’re single.”

“Not a full sentence,” Kurt points out.

“Right.”

“But yes.”

“Yes?”

Kurt takes a deep breath. “Yes.”

Blaine nods slowly, as if he’s trying to process the new information. Biting his lip into a smile, he says, “okay,” and turns back to his work.

It’s the sexiest smile Kurt’s ever seen Blaine smile and, for a few seconds, he basks in the glow of being the one to cause it, before he realizes that he’s still staring at Blaine and turns back to his own computer.

It doesn’t take long for him to want to bang his head on the table.

“Okay,” he says, fed up with himself and with Blaine and everything. “I don’t care if this means you ruin your career in fashion tomorrow or if I actually die of embarrassment first, I’ll probably die of impatience much earlier anyway, so-”

“Wait.” Blaine actually rolls closer to Kurt to put a hand on his arm. “Why would I ruin my career?”

“You know what, that’s actually not important. I just meant-”

“Hellooo, it’s my career,” Blaine argues and actually looks like he’s going to continue, so Kurt puts a finger on Blaine’s lips. Yeah, he goes there. He has a freaking finger on his co-worker’s lips and he’s not going to overthink this.

“Let me finish,” he demands. “I was going to just ignore this but now that we’ve established that we’re both gay-”

“But not European,” Blaine mumbles against Kurt’s finger and Kurt almost sighs because of the very pleasant tingling. But only almost.

“Ignoring you,” he says instead. “Gay and single, I was going to say. So now that that’s, like, out…”

“Just like we are,” Blaine blurts.

“Oh my god, do you ever stop talking?!” Kurt exclaims, this time jerking his hand away from Blaine’s mouth. “God, just- go out with me?” Realizing that he’s kind of yelling at Blaine, he adds, much quieter, “Please?”

Blaine’s eyes are surprisingly calm on him. So maybe he’s not going to give up on his internship to escape Kurt after all.

However, he might have actually listened to Kurt and stopped talking – because he’s not saying anything.

Finally, he shakes his head quickly and breathes out, “Wow, if you had opened with that, I would have shut up so much faster.”

“Please just say yes or no before I die,” Kurt begs Blaine. “I really want to just know whether I should start working on my outfit or on my resignation.”

“Outfit, please.” Blaine shoots him a radiant smile. “If you stopped working here, there would be no one left worthy to pine after.”

Kurt feels like actually turning some somersaults. But he has a feeling that even with his good health check-up results, his back would object to doing that.

“You’re pining after me?” he asks instead, his heartbeat pulsing through his body excitedly.

“Duh.” Blaine nods. “Since the very first day.”

“Oh.” Kurt closes his eyes and bites his lip. “Well, that’s actually very-”

He gets interrupted by someone knocking at the door insistently.

“Come in,” he says reluctantly.

Santana storms in and grabs the post-it note with her number on it.

“Sorry, guys,” she says, clearly not sorry at all. “Just met Dani, the other intern. She will need my number way more urgently than you do. Or at least I hope so. Is she single? Don’t answer, I’ll find out myself. I’m not unprofessional like Tina. Who am I kidding, of course I am. But I’ve got the balls she’s missing. Anyhow.” While she talks, she scribbles something onto a new post-it note, then grabs another one and repeats the process, standing up straight when she’s done. “I know you don’t really need it but, still, the loss of my number is hard to cope with, so I’ll make it up to you with a new message for both of you.” She takes one note in each hand and sticks one to Blaine’s forehead and the other to Kurt’s. “Here you go. Now make Auntie Snix proud.”

With that, she’s out of the room again.

Blaine looks at Kurt confusedly. “Who’s Auntie Snix?”

“No clue.” Kurt glances at Blaine’s forehead, licking his lips. “Does my post-it note say the same thing as yours?”

Blaine spares a quick look up, then down to Kurt’s lip, and back up to his eyes.

“God, I hope so,” he says.

With another look, they both lunge forward, their lips meeting – finally, god, finally – a little off-center but so very rewarding and Kurt actually lets out a whimper with how satisfying it all feels. He barely notices the post-it notes slipping from their foreheads while they kiss but he does register Blaine catching them and putting them on the desk surface next to him.

When they pull apart for much-needed breath, Kurt glances at the two notes quickly, and chuckles.

Making out prevents back problems. I study this shit, trust me.

A kiss a day keeps Santana away. (And Tina, too, ‘cause she’ll know you’re gay.)

Kurt pulls Blaine back close. “Well, I guess it’s always wisest to listen to your doctor.”

[xxxsoukokuxxx]

hiiiiiiiiiiya Kitty!! I hope life is treating you well :DDD and ooo, for the 1 word prompts--#50 with Tachihara? Whichever type of oneshot you like. And you don't have to do it yknow!! Especially if you're busy!! I just don't wanna add to your load or anything :p

Character: Tachihara x gn!reader

Warnings: slightly dark themes, *manga spoilers*

Prompt: Net (no.50) 70 One Word Prompts

Notes: Hi Aure! I apologize for taking so long with this. But I’ve finally got to getting it done, I’ve been having quite a writer’s block with this one, but I hope this is good enough! And dw, you’d never add to my load, hope you have a great day/night and take care

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You. You were the last memory to pass by his mind before everything turned black. He wondered whether or not things would return back to normal after this whole mess. He wondered whether or not you were safe. He wondered whether or not he’d actually be able to see you again, or whether he’d just have his last memory of you to look at with his mind.

All he’d seen for a few months now, was bloodshed. And in the last few weeks, betrayal. He longed to see something else, something like you. Something that brought him calmness, peace and warmth, that’s what he felt like when with you.

A hard shell he was on the outside, but a soft warm center he was in the depths of his heart, so were you. Sure, he’s a hothead, violent as hell, but you dug deeper than that and found the softer parts of him, the much more vulnerable parts of him, but never did you judge him for it.

He was stuck in a mess now. A net. What was he to do now? Give up and let death consume him? Give up and fall under the control of Fukuchi? Or fight, fight until the end and wait to see you again? 

Love was something weird to him, something so very hard for him to express, but something so very dear to him as well. You didn’t know yet. You didn’t know this is what he harbored in his heart for you. His chest clenched with the thought of him never being able to tell you.

But he’d rather make sure you’re out of harm’s way than ever let you know, he’d rather face the pain of the latter. Would he even make it to tell you in the end?

He knows you’re strong, he knows you can take care of yourself, but with all the chaos going on in Yokohama, anyone would sooner or later lose their sanity. Has he lost his too? Only time will tell. He remembers you both once got drunk, you both spent the night under the stars, talking.

Talking about the silliest of things as well as the deepest truths of both your hearts. Your laughter rung in his ears, the sound he wished to hear now. Only his memory can he hear.

Trust. Trust was something delicate and strong at the same time. But that’s what eventually grew between the both of you. You eventually became his strength. And strength is what he needed right now.

He smiled. How could he not? When he remembered your touch, your face, your smile. Everything about you would make him smile, from your softness, to your sassy remarks, to your endurance, the list goes on, even your negative traits, they make him love you more. 

This is what happens when you love someone right? He wonders if you felt the same way about him, he’ll only get the answer if he survives this and if you survive as well.

[ebonyeverstern]

Paradox (Kol)

Kol’s whole body trembled as he watched the video for the nth time. It played on the small screen of what they had called a “laptop”.

Mortals these days with their inventions.

Moving on to the video that played on the screen. It was a woman of [H/C] locks and foxy [E/C] eyes. To Kol, she was the epitome of perfection. To Kol, she was the angel to his devil. To Kol, she was the anchor to his sanity. To Kol, he was hers and she was his.

The woman began to talk, starting off with a smile. She sat on the fountain rim of the compound. 

“Mikaelsons.” 

Kol could see her shaking in spite of her efforts to seem happy.

“First off, I would like to apologize for the fact that I can’t say this to all of you personally. I’m sorry I had to put you through the trouble of learning how to use a laptop.” 

She laughed a little at her attempt to make a joke (it did happen in reality though). One couldn’t see the obvious sadness and pain that she tried to hide if they did not know her so well. 

“I’m going to skip the pleasantries, because if I don’t I swear I’ll end up giving up.”

She abruptly looked up, biting her lip.

Kol immediately recognized this habit of hers. It happened usually when she didn’t want to cry.

“Damn it, I’m not even a quarter through and I’m crying.” Her voice quivered already as she managed to control her tears and simply attempting to smile.

“Okay. Let me start properly.” She took a deep breath before releasing a shaky smile. “There was, or should I say, is a family full of beautiful people. They’re so damn beautiful it should be a crime. I’ve always wished I had some of their genes. Maybe that way I could look half as good as them.” She chuckled.

“Let’s start with the oldest one I know. Elijah.”

“Dear old noble Elijah. Always a gentleman. Always the one for manners. But underneath that noble facade was a man who could devote his soul to anyone but he himself. We never could do anything about it. But it always amazed me how Elijah kept pushing for the redemption of his family, especially Klaus. I won’t delve into the centuries.” She took another deep breath before looking at the camera with glassy eyes.

“Elijah, you are my big brother. The one I can always count on. The one with the strong shoulder if you want to cry, I. Love. You. So. Much. But please, give yourself a break for once. Let Nik go and tend to yourself first. I love that you love your... Our family, but goshdarnit we’ve been waiting for centuries for you to get a life. So now that Hayley is there, don’t let her go, aight? I’ll be watching from the other side. And if you don’t chase Hayley, I swear I’ll come back and haunt your ass until you do.” She smiled lovingly before laughing.

“Now for my hybrid brother Klaus. I love you as well.”

“First things first. I do not give you permission to slaughter anyone. Please don’t. Really. Don’t. No matter who they are, don’t. Consider it as my death wish. Please.” She begged with sincere eyes. 

“Moving on, Nik was always the most deadly one. Even when I didn’t know he was a hybrid, I could always feel this.. sort of.. feeling from him. He was also the most caring, the one with the silliest ideas,” She laughed. “I remember this one sloppy guy hit on me and groped me. Next thing I knew, Nik compelled him to dance on the table tops of the bar. That was one of the funniest memories I’ve had with him. But he was also perhaps the most sensitive.”

“Nik, I know you’re facing a lot of problems, and I’m probably out of my place to say this, but the fact that you’re watching this means I’m de–”

Kol resisted the urge to slam the laptop and throw it against the wall with all his might had it not been playing your beautiful face.

“–ad.” [Y/N] laughed it off. “So it doesn’t matter. Anyway, please try and trust your siblings and don’t ask too much of them. Even as original vampires, they’re still humans with hearts and emotions. As for you trusted ones, I won’t blame Nik if he stakes all of you if you betray him.” She simply shrugged.

“Next up.... Rebekah Mikaelson.”

“There are no words to describe how absolutely freaking perfect Rebekah is. With her golden locks and tan skin and have you seen her body? I have and it’s the embodiment of flawlessness. I won’t deny that I’ve always been jealous of Bekah and that she’s caused me to have insecurities, but I’m happy with and for her nonetheless. She is my sister and my best friend who I won’t exchange the world, the universe, anything for. Same goes for all of you.” She smiled brightly.

“For all of you men planning to hurt her, I will come back from hell and tear off your limbs one my one before dragging you to hell with me.”

“Moving on, dear Bekah, to put things simply, you are the angel of the family. You’re the most affectionate, most human, most motherly and the most flawless woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. Those shopping sprees you always took me on? I loved every single moment of them. Not because I come home with a lot of pretty clothes and jewelry, but because those were the times we got to bond the most without the idea of death looming over us. I love you so much.”

“Now, Hope.”

“Hey there you lil’ devil! I’m so sorry Auntie [Y/N] can’t be there for you physically, but always know that I’m there for you by heart and by spirit. Goodness, I sound like an old woman.” She laughed softly. “a few centuries has finally taken toll on me... Anyway, honey, you are the glue for the family. Even if I haven’t seen you yet, I already know you’re gonna be so amazing. It runs in your blood.” She smiled even wider and laughed even more. “One of my biggest regrets right now is the fact that I won’t be able to see you grow up into the spectacular woman you’re meant to be. For that, I’m sorry. So do your aunt a favor and bring home a hot guy alright? Don’t worry, I’m sure Hayley and Bekah will protect him.” She laughed once more.

“Speaking of Hayley, GOSH I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a brave woman aside from Bekah. She’s the type of girl who stays so selfless and courageous even through thick and thin. She’s the epitome of girl power. Hayley is a perfect role model for Hope, aside from Bekah of course. But I’m pretty sure Nik, ‘lijah and Kol wouldn’t like that.”

Kol could sense the slightest crack and pause in her voice when she mentioned his name.

“Hayley, I know that you’re involved in all the Mikaelson drama. But I do encourage you to stay. Because aside from all the awesome once-in-a-lifetime adventures you get to have, ‘lijah will be a mess if you don’t stay.” She laughed. “I’m counting on you to raise Hope well and fit to the social standards of today, ‘kay? I don’t want her being bullied just because she can’t use an Iphone.”

There was a long pause.

“Now, Kol.... Mikaelson.”

“Kol Mikaelson is....” [Y/N] couldn’t even start properly as she burst to tears immediately. She attempted to calm herself down but it only resulted to more tears.

About 2 minutes of the video were spent on [Y/N] calming herself. She ended up with red puffy eyes and a quivering smile.

“Okay. Kol Mikaelson is a hysterical psychopath. He is a playboy, the typical bad boy. The abomination.”

She took a deep shaky breath.

“Kol Mikaelson is the emodiment of imperfect perfection.”

“Kol Mikaelson was, is, and always will be the love of my life.” She took a shaky breath in. “And the most painful thing that I’m experiencing right now is knowing that I’ll have to let him go.” She cried silently in her hands, before staring at the camera with tears running down her face.

“Kol, love, I want you to know that I love you so freaking much. I love you to the stars and back times infinity. You have my heart always and forever. I can’t even bear to think about the fact that I’m never going to see you again without bawling my damn eyes out.”

“I love you so much, that I’m finally letting you go. Nothing hurts more than the idea of you leading a miserable life full of rage and rampage because of me.”

“So I’m giving you an order. After a few months, I want you to pick up a nice girl, flirt with her, and fall for her and live happily with her. I don’t think I need to tell you to make her fall for you as well. Also, be a good uncle to Hope.” She was crying more than ever.

“I’m going to be blunt. Giving you permission hurts like hell. However, like I said, nothing hurts me more than being the cause of your pain.

“So here’s my final message for you Kol. I love you so much. I love you so so much I’m willing to give you up for you to be happy. I love you so so much because you’re so handsome, hot, caring, affectionate, playful and so much more. You’re just perfectly imperfect. I love you because you’re you and there’s nothing I’d want more in the love of my life. Once again, I say it. I love you Kol Mikaelson. I love you. You are my paradox. And I love you.”

“For all of you lot, please, for me and for the sake of the world, don’t break up. You’re family, always and forever right?”

The video ended with a smile. However, there was static before showing a picture of the Mikaelsons with [Y/N] then a picture of [Y/N] with a pregnant Hayley.

"I am [Y/N] [S/N] and I am proudly a part of the Mikaelson family.”

The video ended.

Kol had his head in his hands, tears freely flowing on his face.

“I Love You.” Her words rang through his head.

He felt so much pain and sadness as he sat there. He felt so much regret. Why wasn’t he there for her? Why wasn’t he able to save her?

It had already been a few months, but he was far from emotional instability, much less emotional stability. 

However, he wanted to honor her request. So he stood up, flashed in the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face before wiping it with a towel. He took a deep breath and ran off to Davina with an aching heart.

(This is set immediately a little after Hayley is with the Mikaelsons. So basically, Kol isn’t supposed to be in town yet because.. Well... He’s dead. So basically, this is how it plays out. Reader dies during some sort of attack which I’m not revealing :P so reader actually dies before Kol is revived. When kol is revived, his first on his agenda is to go find reader but turns out reader is dead. So he watches the video over and over again (which he stole for a little while. Even so, Kol was forced to do the stuff he did with Davina because of Esther. So everything plays out as is. I’m sorry if I got the timeline wrong. But this is basically how it played out in my head)

(part 2? Anyone?)

(update: originally the the title was oxymoron but I thought that was the contradictory statement and so I concluded that paradox was the contradictory pair of words so I changed it but turns out I was right all along -.-’ )

[fly-pow-bye]

Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “A Slight Hiccup”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Alicia Chan, Caitlin Vanarsdale

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

This is far more than a hiccup, trust me.

An apology in advance: there is not a lot to say about this episode, so do not expect as much text as the last one. This episode is a very "high concept" episode, the kind of episode idea that would appear as a short gag in The City of Clipsville. The big difference is that this short gag is going to be 12 minutes long.

Blossom: Stop right there, evil-doer!

Ah, finally, an episode that starts with a crime being fought, just like the old days!

No, she’s just practicing her next battle lines, just in case they ever have to use them. Other rejected lines include "villains stink", "we’ll save you", and "we're heroes"! Honestly, I would just stick with "not so fast."

The girl currently talking to herself about battle lines is interrupted by Buttercup trying to teach Bubbles how to do the perfect burp. Yes, it is that kind of episode.

Surrounded by tens of soda cans littered across the house, which Blossom is apparently not bothered by, Blossom asks what Bubbles and Buttercup are doing. To subvert our expectations, Blossom tells Bubbles that she should not listen to Buttercup because she should listen to her on the subject of burping. She's the leader, so she must be the best at everything, including belching!

We get a very long sequence of the Powerpuff Girls drinking several cans of soda, filling their cheeks to the brim, and throwing them on the floor. Such great role models, drinking very unhealthy drinks and littering! Hiccup punch, girl down, womp womp.

Bubbles celebrates her first good burp, apparently because she's the blonde, but Blossom knows that this is just a mere hiccup. A mere hiccup that causes them to launch across the room a split second after the hiccup. I think the timing is a little off, guys.

The Professor makes a short visit to this episode to explain what is happening to them: since they're superheroes, their hiccups are super, too. He recommends that they drink a glass of water, but it doesn't stop the hiccups. Worse, Bubbles says that now she needs to pee. They never follow through with that, and I am glad that is the case.

They get a call from the mayor that the jar district is being attacked. The Powerpuff Girls spend quite a bit of time getting shocked by this. No, not by the very existence of the jar district, or the fact that the Mayor actually called them in this reboot, but how anyone could attack the lifeblood of the town!

We cut to the Jar District...and it seems to be fine to me. The Mayor did manage to see a blimp in the shape of some green troll-faced character.

Tour Guide: And to our right is the infamous Jar District...

Random person: The lifeblood of the town!

If it is the lifeblood of the town, how is it infamous? Words have meaning. Speaking of infamy, we finally get to see some trouble.

The real threat shows up minutes later, as this episode about super-hiccups has to have the silliest of super-villains. The Gnat is here, and I deeply regret ever saying this guy is my favorite of the reboot villains. For starters, Bianca Bikini is a lot better. His gimmick seems to be committing crimes when the Powerpuff Girls have issues. Well, that and being there when the Powerpuff Girls can get beaten up so Bliss can save the day.

He pretends to be this big threat to this Jar District, and then takes a significant amount of time coughing and being incomprehensible to the other people he's threatening. I am sure this was meant to be hilarious, and not just a desperate plea to the audience that they could not squeeze enough water out of the burp and hiccup plot stone.

The Powerpuff Girls show up desperately try to stop this hot air balloon, only to be thwarted by their super-hiccups. Even worse, their super-hiccups end up interferring with what are essentially cutaway jokes. Since they already used up all of the hiccup jokes they can muster, they decide to fit in all the jar jokes they can think of.

Like...one of the super-hiccups interrupting the Jar Czar. Because Jar sounds like Czar. Bubbles, on the other hand, manages to hiccup her away into another building.

They spend a lot of time on the aftermath of that, as if this was the most tragic moment of them all. They even made a song that is in no way a reference to What A Wonderful World. How is this worth that? Is it because it’s the all important jar district? At least it's actually animated; they could just randomly put a bunch of random stock footage, I say not knowing anything about what happens later in the episode.

One part that is caused by Bubbles' accidental act of tragic destruction is that a giant jar lid almost lands on the sobbing Mayor. The Powerpuff Girls do show off another superpower other than flight in that they catch this lid, only for the Mayor to keep crying. I know, he loves his pickles, which happen to come in jars.

They do a hiccup, causing them to spin around. It turns out, while they're holding this giant jar lid, the force of their hiccups manages to make them spin at super fast speeds. What do you know, something that heavily detrimented them is now to their advantage; this episode is just going through the cycles. All we need is for them to suddenly lose those hiccups as soon as it becomes inconvienent.

In the end, this causes a giant tornado. This was something they were able to do without super hiccups earlier in even the reboot, but that regular non-hiccup tornado didn’t even stop a giant spider monster, never mind this blimp. They really needed these super-hiccups to make a tornado that easily beats this reboot’s version of the Amoeba Boys.

Of course, now there’s a giant tornado running across Townsville. The girls’ actions lead to consequences, who would have guessed? It’s also heading towards this all-important and yet infamous Jar District.

They try to stop it by hiccuping against it, only for their hiccups to go away as soon as they need them. I told ya! It’s practically a cartoon law: whenever the bad thing that happened becomes essential to their victory, they suddenly have to lose it. What are the Reboot Puffs to do? Drink more soda, of course! Cue the obvious "trying to get soda out of the vending machine" joke!

While they get the soda, they don't seem to get the hiccups. However, Bubbles is making a weird face, and not the kind used for the usual wacky face gags. To bookend this whole thing, Bubbles finally gets to do the burp she was trying to do since the opening. A burp so big, it couldn't be animated. Oh no...

...they have to use stock footage. Unlike some of the other uses of stock footage, I could see where they are going here. This burp is so monstrous, it affects real life, destroys real buildings, and even dogs from Tex Avery cartoons! May not want to reference better cartoons in your bad one, guys.

The episode ends with the irony: the episode ends with a pan shot of the rest of the city being destroyed by the stock footage-y stock footage burp of stock footage, but at least most of the Jar District is okay! This may be one of the few highlights of this episode; I could see an episode of the original ending like this.

Does the title fit?

It is about hiccups...not very slight ones, though.

How does it stack up?

This episode was chosen to be the preview episode, and I can only wonder why. It's a very silly idea, and they couldn't get of a lot of material out of it. There are episodes that have bad ideas that end up being okay in the end, and this is not one of them.

Next, Discount Jojo interrogates some toys! It's better than it sounds, but maybe it's because of this episode.

← The Buttercup Job ☆ Toy Ploy →

[wishyourgirlfriend]

No More

Nayeon x Reader

Angst

Requested

Word count: 784

Written by Admin LJ

She was drunk.

She was very, very drunk.

It had been after you and her fought. It was just one fight, nothing too serious, but Nayeon had been having an exceptionally poor week, between her nonstop schedule with her company and the lack of sleep she was getting because of it, and your fight with her set her off. She stormed out of your apartment, and you knew she’d probably go get a drink. It was her escape from the constant stress she dealt with.

It started out as one, then two, then three drinks, and when a very pretty girl approached her, that was it. There was no going back as Nayeon, in a drunken haze, pulled the girl to the bathroom in the back of the bar, eyes dark and lustful.

Nayeon didn’t know you came looking for her at the bar. You could only watch in horror as your girlfriend exited the bathroom with a stranger, the both of them hastily fixing their tops and attempting to wipe lipstick off their faces.

She had caught sight of you leaving the bar in a rush that night, and, the next morning, when she wasn’t drunk but definitely hungover, she drove to your place with flowers and apology after apology.

She said it meant nothing. She said it was an accident, that it was the alcohol thinking, not her.

You were hurt. You were heartbroken. But you still loved her, and you forgave her, but you wouldn’t forget.

Nothing was the same after that. You couldn’t forget not matter how much you wanted to, and it was destroying your relationship with Nayeon. Fights over the silliest of things blew up into something much larger, and yelling and slamming doors became the norm within your relationship. You’d yell, she’d yell, you’d kick her out of your apartment, she’s slam your door behind her- it was a cycle that just wouldn’t be broken.

Of course, it was always Nayeon apologizing in the end, and it was you who always accepted the apology. Flowers, chocolates, kisses, anything to wipe away the emotional mess you two had created just hours before. She was desperate to hold on to you, but there was only so much you could handle before you knew something had to be done.

���I can’t keep doing this.” You mutter one day when Nayeon shows up at your door to apologize for the second fight that week. You stood in the doorway to your apartment, blocking Nayeon from coming in.

Nayeon raised her eyebrows in question, the flowers she held up to you sinking to her side. “What are you talking about?” She asked quietly, as if she knew what was coming.

“This.” You gestured to the two of you, your tone sharp. “Us. What even is this, Nayeon? We fight, we make up, we fight, we make up. Over and over again. This isn’t normal. This isn’t healthy.”

Nayeon looked panicked, like you were speaking another language and she had no idea how to respond. “(Y/N), c’mon, p-please don’t say things like that. I know this has been messy, but we can fix this. We’ve always fixed this.”

You laughed, a little too coldly, and Nayeon took a step back, her heart sinking. “Nothing was ever fixed, Nayeon, and we both know that. We just pushed it onto the back burner. We act like everything's okay, and then the next minute we’re at each other’s throats again. That’s not fixed.”

You had to look away when Nayeon started to cry. It was hard, standing there while the girl you loved sobbed in front of you, but comforting her would only bring you both back to the start of the same vicious cycle that had become your life over the past few months.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, I know this is my fault, and I know I can’t ever take back what I did, but please don’t give up on me- on us.” Nayeon’s voice was shaky and weak, but your eyes remained focused on your feet rather than on the girl in front of you. “I made this mess, but please give it one more chance. I love you, I don’t want to be without you. We can fix this, (Y/N), we can fix it.”

When you finally looked up to meet Nayeon’s eyes, you were crying as well, tears spilling down your cheeks as you bit your lip at the sight of Nayeon’s own tear stained face. “I don’t think this is something that can ever be fixed, Nayeon.”

You stepped back into your apartment, and with one last glance towards Nayeon, you shut the door, leaving the girl out in the apartment hallway, flowers in hand, tears falling to the floor.

And just like that, she was alone.