Superhero/Cheerio roleplaying, as requested.
“We meet again Crimson Cheerio,” Nightbird says with a swoosh of his cape. Mostly because it looks cool. “You thought you could get away with stealing the Crown Jewels. Not on my watch.”
Crimson Cheerio struts around him, dragging a finger down Nightbird’s armored chest. “Maybe I wasn’t trying to get away, I-” He stops, grimaces and wiggles uncomfortably. “This uniform is really tight, ugh.”
Blaine sighs, cape dropping in a flaccid flutter around him. “Kurt, you’re breaking character,” he complains.
Turn Around, I’ll Be Looking Back
Chris/Darren, high school au
747 words, pg
Chris goes to Darren’s house after school most days. Darren’s father works late and Chuck has band practice and Darren’s mother is sometimes there and sometimes not, but even when she is she doesn’t yell at them to keep the door open or make awkward small talk to try and keep them from having any privacy. She just lets them do their thing.
Their thing usually involves a lot of making out. A lot of making out. Sometimes with the door locked. Sometimes with their shirts off. Sometimes with music playing, because Darren gets a little loud and Chris is easily embarrassed.
written by endofadream - after the engagement, Kurt and Blaine head back to Blaine’s house, where they rediscover their passion and love and talk about just what their forever together might mean.
Lyric title from the song “Robots in Love”
sapphiremethoney answered: Blaine surprises Kurt with a candlelit dinner for two
Chris/Darren, PG, ~850 words
a/n: This is a follow-up to this fic, but it’s not absolutely necessary for you to have read that one first. This one completely deviates from the whole “inspired by an episode of Friends” thing. In fact, it’s mostly headcanoning about what I suspect to be the boys’ feelings about each other/their relationship. Um. Enjoy? <33
Chris is still basking in the afterglow when Darren sighs deeply and presses his forehead against Chris’s shoulder. “We went about this the wrong way,” he mumbles, sounding far too forlorn for someone who came twice in the past hour.
Chris feels an immediate stab of pain – shock, hurt, a tiny bit of indigence because hello they just had sex (twice!) – but tamps it down in favour of getting Darren to clarify. “What do you mean?” he asks cautiously, careful of his tone.
“I mean we’ve been really stupid about this whole – thing. Us. As a couple.” Darren shuffles up a little so his head is on the pillow, too. Their noses are only inches apart, and Chris feels a wave of affection wash over him for the way Darren’s eyes shine, the way his skin glows. “We never should have broken up. That was dumb. We were dumb.”
Anonymous asked: can i prompt kurt just wrapping blaine in his arms and relishing how tiny he is i need lots of hugs and cuddles right now ;_;
of course sweet anon ♥ and i’m sending you lots of internet cuddles & hoping you feel better soon.
Kurt comes back from his bagel run to find Blaine standing in the middle of Kurt’s room - well, their room, now, of course - in a tight pair of boxer-briefs and nothing else, staring down at his clothing selections on the bed. Kurt smiles warmly at the sight of him, hands on hips and the curve of his belly sticking out slightly while the curve of his ass sticks out quite a bit more.
"Go with the red pants," Kurt says, stepping behind Blaine and circling his arms around his waist at Blaine’s hum of surprise, chest flooding with warmth when Blaine leans back into him. "I love when you wear those."
"Hmm, you do?" Blaine asks, and Kurt can hear the smile in his voice.
"The only thing I love more is when you wear no pants,” Kurt whispers, and Blaine laughs, moving to get dressed but getting tugged back insistently by Kurt’s arms.