Month: August 2016

elliott.

“Don’t apologise, s’not your fault.” Elliott soothed, hand not stopping by the action of petting him like a child. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but Elliott was okay dealing with it. He was used to Blaine’s…outbursts, so to speak.

At the comments about not being what he wanted to come home to, Elliott couldn’t help the initial thought of ‘too bloody right.’ He was tired and already dreading going back to work and class – he enjoyed it but still – but Blaine was upset, and Elliott knew how to be a good friend. Instead, the words out of his mouth where “It’s okay. At least Rachel and Santana didn’t greet me with their bitching.” He laughed, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

Poor Elliott.  Blaine had to wonder why the guy tolerated any of them.  If it wasn’t someone having some issue they needed his help through?  It was another.  Blaine tried to keep his issues to himself and didn’t intentionally toss them in Elliott’s direction.  Well..not since the first any only time he did.  What an embarrassing disaster that was.  Though it did end up with the two of them becoming friends.  He would’ve kept quiet today too but Elliott just..drew them out.

There was something about the man that just felt so comforting.  Like having a massively tall, black eyeliner wearing, steampunk teddy bear you could talk to without judgement and receive some sage-like advice.  That’s what Elliott’s gift was.  “Ever consider becoming a psychologist?  I swear. I didn’t mean to lay it all out on the line like that. You just–.  Thank you for being you. Okay?  Can I make this all up to you?  Cook you dinner? Take you out to one?”  Blaine smiled up at him and took a step back–fingers curled around Elliott’s wrists so he could give them a thankful squeeze. 
“Something better than coffee we let get cold and stale cookies.  Please?”

i got you. @porcelain-ashtray

He’s squirming- not violently, just a kick here and a twist of his torso there.  It makes his discomfort obvious though and Blaine apparently woke.  Or maybe he hadn’t slept much at all.  It’s the third time Kurt’s stayed with Blaine since that first night in the rain.  The nightmares aren’t constant and don’t elicit yelling or anything else that could alert his family, but they’re often and leave him exhausted.  Finn is even noticing circles under Kurt’s eyes.

When it’s been long enough – a week or so is an accurate gage – of sleeping restlessly and feeling like he’s being watched when he leaves the house, of being stared at by anyone on the same side as his attackers when he’s out at night, Kurt goes to Blaine.

Someone otherwise uninvolved and yet to judge him was a comfort.  So Kurt has been sleeping here once every week for the past three, always sure to give him warning in case of any relatives – something they hadn’t discussed but Kurt assumes is a good idea to be careful of, if nothing else based on his appearance in contrast to this neighborhood.

He wakes with a start, fists clenched and body tensing.  Prepared to defend himself.  There is no danger though, only Blaine in a room only dimly lit by a small lamp on the bedside table.  Releasing the breath he’d been holding, Kurt lets his body go slack as he raise a hand to place on his forehead.  “Sorry.”

Blaine spends his time in between hearing from Kurt switching from focused on school and the Warblers to wondering if the boy he found broken in the rain is okay.  There’s texts that they share.  Mainly Blaine sending him hellos and words of encouragement.  Of making sure that he knows he has a place to go.  He doesn’t want to smother him so he makes sure not to do it as often as he’d actually like.

Kurt’s been taking him up on the offer.  Blaine can tell that he comes to him when things get too much to ignore. The state he arrives in is testament to that.  God those circles under his eyes are always so dark but Blaine notices after a night or two of being here..they seem to fade a little bit.  

That’s what he wants to do most.  Make things okay–if not better–for Kurt.

So?  When Kurt shows up–Blaine tries not to ask too many questions and let him get the rest he so obviously needs.  When Kurt wants to talk–he’ll talk.  If that doesn’t happen–they’ll talk about other things until Kurt is comfortable enough to confide in him.  Or not.  Either way–whatever Kurt needs, Blaine’s happy that Kurt knows he can find it here.

Tonight was no different.  Blaine stayed up until he was sure that Kurt was sleeping hoping that he’d be able to stay that way the entire night.  Less than an hour or so after he dozed off–he was startled awake with a kick to his shin.  It wasn’t until the second that Blaine lightly touched Kurt’s shoulder.  Hazel eyes went from sleepy to wide when he saw the pale boy jerk and then deflate.  “It’s okay, Kurt,” he whispered calmly.  “It was only a dream. You’re okay. See?”

meme continuation. @thickcrskiin

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Seeing Jan freezing to death–Blaine didn’t think twice about handing his sweater over.  They’d be on the bus soon and he had Kurt to cuddle up to if he got too cold. Something told him that Kurt wouldn’t mind being used as a heater one bit.  Actually–Jan might’ve just done him a favor in giving him a reason to use being chilly as an excuse to snuggle the entire ride to Sectionals. Not that he needed one but a back up reason to get extra close was great to have anyway.

“Hey.  No problem.  Did you bring everything else?  Because if we need to?  I’m totally game for sneaking off to do some shopping once we get there and settled in.  I know Kurt is bound to talk me into it anyway.  You’re more than welcome to come along.”

isaac.

   “Yeah–” He picked up the sax
    with a shrug. “I uh– actually
    like playing a lot of pop music…
    You’d be surprised how well it
    can translate into sax music.”

Blaine watched the other boy with a curious
smile.  One that gave away to a few blinks
and a nod at the mention of pop music.  Now
Isaac was talking his language!  “No, no. I get it.
I spent a year turning pop songs into acapella–
so–yeah. Pop music it is!  Want to give Timberlake
a go?  I’ve been dying to mess around with some
of his new stuff.”

santana.

If only he could see his mess of a hairdo. As much as she wanted to fire off a few quick one liners regarding the undone masterpiece, the situation didn’t call for it. There was no reason other than her own fear of commitment && connection that would lead her to say something cruel. As tempting as it was to self destruct, it seemed Blaine calmed her nerves enough to push those thoughts aside. The option was there, she could lean towards her dark side and snap any moment. Just not yet. Right now she was sticking to the part of her that always got what she wanted. The part that excused the things that scared her most, letting the future rest unbalanced so she could have the present.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Blaine, or feeling close to people. It was just overwhelming when people looked out for her. Santana had seen too many people fall from greatness, too many hearts breaking from the hands of those whom they trusted. So to have love on her side, was what scared her the most. The bitch of their group prided herself in being independent, not giving a shit, always being on the heart breaker side to avoid being heart broken. A few times she’d slip, and her wicked ways would settle just long enough for her to share a moment of intimacy. A moment that showed the wicked witch had a heart. Deep brown hues flickered open to see her friend, so dangerously close by her own design. His question caught her off guard, striking a small panic to stir in her half asleep brain. Thankfully for the both of them, she was just comfortable && happy enough to let it slide. && She felt able to breathe again. “I don’t need to talk, wonder boy. Unless it’s about your full on muppet on meth hair.” She grinned at her joke, but curled her fingers over his chest to show some sort of care. Even if it came from that dark place, she didn’t mean to hurt him. She had to make sure he knew that.

Long fingers dared to card themselves into the dark strands of hair his nose previously was enjoying having a field day burying itself into.  He waited–wondering if she was okay or if she needed to let something off her chest.  Either way?  They weren’t moving from this couch come hell or high water. Why? Because he was comfortable and this felt too good to give up yet.  A break from all the head throbbing inducing studying was more than welcome and he planned on enjoying every second away from books and notes that he indulged himself in.  Plus?  He did have great company in that pause of work, work, work.  So long as she was okay?  Blaine was okay.  If she wasn’t?  Making sure she was wouldn’t be too much trouble.  Truthfully, it’d be no trouble at all.  “Okay, okay.  Just thought I’d ask.  Did you seriously just call me wonder boy. Cute, Santana. Real cute,” he kept his voice at a whisper because the quiet was nice and calm and perfect.

“I’ll let the muppet on meth hair comment slide just this once.  Because I know–coming from you–that’s the best sort of compliment I can hope for.  It probably does look like a wicked mess. I’d fix it but that requires moving and we already established that isn’t going to happen.” Humming at her fingers on his chest–Blaine gave her scalp a stroke of fingertips and piano key worn nails before untangling his fingers and covering the back of her hand.  “You know?  For swearing that you’re no good at any of this stuff?  You’re a pretty amazing cuddler.  You should give yourself more credit where it’s deserved.  Comfy enough for you?  I think I passed out on top of a blanket stuffed between me and the crease of the couch.  If you want?  I might be swayed into letting you try to get it out.”  Maybe.  Maybe he’d move.  Chances were about fifty-fifty currently.

☮ – if you could take on the appearance of your muse would you? && ♧ – what fandom do you really want to join in the rp community?

MUSE-RELATED MUNDAY MEMES @mcthingtwo

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// Thank you so much for sending these!  You rock!

☮ – if you could take on the appearance of your muse would you?
–Like permanently?  Well, Blaine does rock some serious bowtie game and I love me some bowties.  The skin tight pants would be difficult in the summer months!  My personal style is more Kurt Hummel meets Tina Cohen Chang’s goth days but if I could do the less gel in the hair Season 2 or 6 Blaine, had the voice and the ability to perform that went along with the package?  Yes, definitely.  Then it’d be off to Broadway because who wouldn’t?!

♧ – what fandom do you really want to join in the rp community? 
–American Horror Story.  There’s a plot in the works that I need to get into my verses and get the starters for but after networking with a couple of AHS players, that’s a thing you’re going to see here within the next day or two.  I’ve been in other fandoms on tumblr and there are reasons why I’m not anymore.  But from what I’ve seen in the AHS indie community?  They’re pretty awesome people and I miss writing horror.  So why not?!

muse-related munday memes

musingsiren:

some of these may not apply to everyone!

☯ – which muse are you not active anymore on but wish you were?

☮ – if you could take on the appearance of your muse would you?

♧ – what fandom do you really want to join in the rp community?

♢ – how many muses do you have?

♔ – list all of your muses, active and non-active

✮ – if you have an(y) oc(s) what was your inspiration to make them?

▲ – do you make other rp blogs easily? 

✘ – what portrayal are you really proud of?

▼ – which blog’s graphics are you most proud of?

✖ – is it difficult for you to think of an autoplay for your muses in general?

✿ – why did you choose to make your muse?

❃ – what’s a really small way you’re similar to your muse?