anon prompted: could you write badboy mpreg!blaine?
also a klainebingo fill for badboy.
~1080 words. this is my first hand at badboy!blaine, so I apologize in advance. I’m promising a second part to this, given its ending. (that’s a bit of warning. it’s not particularly happy, but it’s not too bad. I’m sorry. I like happy endings, though, so part 2 will come.)
The words resound loudly in his head, flashing bright in his brain like a neon sign calling his attention, urging him to remember. His own voice rings in his ears, “Yes, Kurt, yes, oh god, ohh, harder, baby, harder!” The filthy sound of skin slapping on skin. Kurt’s lurid groans filling the room. The bed noisily squeaking beneath them, in time with Kurt’s rhythmic thrusts. Somehow, he even recalls the feeling of Kurt’s strong hands gripping his hips, gently pulling his ass back to meet Kurt’s pelvis. The fucking neon sign in Blaine’s head reads Never forget! All he wants is to punch the shit out of that sign and watch the light of the bright letters die before him, along with the memory.
do you think sneaking out is ever a problem at hogwarts? like beyond secret passages to hogsmeade for late-night honeydukes.
imagine there’s this small muggle scottish town not far from hogwarts. just a quick broom hop.
and some especially rambunctious muggleborns start hanging out around there. they sneak out on days no one’s looking for students, quidditch matches and hogsmeade weekends.
sometimes they go to the little movie theater and the workers are always baffled. this town isn’t exactly a tourist spot, but every so often, a group of kids just show up out of nowhere. there’s a core few, but there’s always at least a couple who watch these movies like they’ve never even heard of the concept of the moving picture before. and they just sit there with their eyes wide and these big smiles.
and they always go out to eat after, but never to a restaurant, no. they go to the convenience store and wipe out the junk food and candy aisle. and they carry the leftovers like they’re going into hibernation.
sometimes it’s just a couple of them. they sit at the cafe and the waitresses all eavesdrop on them because they say the weirdest things like “it’s so nice to eat without wax dripping on our heads, eh?” or “you look kind of different under electric lighting. i’m not used to it.”
their only friend in town is the guy who works in the music shop. they hardly ever buy anything, but the guy plays the newest music for them whenever they stop in. he fills them in on new albums and singles that just came out. a few girls ask about one tv show. he doesn’t pry, but once one of the teens told him they just “don’t have access to this stuff”
sometimes they just sit in the park all day, drinking soda and eating candy bars, and just read magazines, with more piled around them.
it’s not that they wish they weren’t at hogwarts or that it’s a prison to break out of. sometimes being surrounded by magic can just be too much. they get homesick for a whole other way of life.
"I think we have great chemistry because we’re both huge nerds, and we’ll both tell you for hours like all the nerdy things that we’ll do, and we’ll do together, and the same ‘Harry Potter’ this, ‘Star Wars’ that, stuff that we’re into. So then we kind of bonded over just both being huge geeks"
Pompeii (Cinematic Version) - Bastille (accompanied by a twenty-piece string orchestra) (x)
HIS VOICE. WHAT IS HAPPENING.
July 27: Grant Gustin back to Vancouver after his first San Diego Comic Con experience [HQ]