I wish my muse would come back, because I’ve started so many things and I JUST WANT TO FINISH GAH.
But have some peeks anyways because it’s been nearly a week since I’ve written anything. x_x
Untitled CrissColfer Sunday Morning Oneshot:
“Good morning.” Chris is slightly more awake now, but his voice is scratchy with disuse. Darren hums and then dips down for another peck to Chris’s lips, making him giggle.
“Mmm,” Darren hums by way of agreement. “It’s early.”
“Too early for a Sunday,” Chris says around a yawn and Darren coos, resulting in Chris pinching his scruffy cheek. “Shut up,” he mumbles and Darren laughs but pulls away a bit.
“You pinched me,” he accuses, and Chris just nods, head heavy.
“Let’s go back to sleep.”
Untitled CrissColfer Bubble Bath Drabble:
“Are you going to just sit there and stare at me?” Chris asks instead of acknowledging Darren’s statement. “Like some sort of pervert?”
“Mmm, right, you caught me. I’m totally a pervert.”
“You know, a part of me always knew.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmm.” Chris lets his arm float on the surface of the water, but it’s almost entirely obscured by the foamy bubbles on top. “The part that always notices you staring at my ass.”
Darren scrunches his nose at him, flicking water in his direction.
“No splashing,” Chris mutters back. “No, but really. Aren’t you getting in?” Chris doesn’t really think Darren is a pervert, but he’s less likely to be able to sit back and relax knowing that Darren is just sitting there on the tiled floor and watching him. Darren just quirks an eyebrow. “Don’t even say anything about there not being enough room. This tub can fit like eight people.”
“And you know this…?” Darren starts, intrigued.
“Shut up and get in the bathtub, Darren.”
Klaine Alternate Meeting Moving Drabble:
Kurt has a love-hate relationship with moving.
He loves it, because it means a new space that he gets to decorate and make his own all over again. It normally means better water pressure, a bigger kitchen, and a closet that can almost hold his entire winter wardrobe. It’s the chance to donate things he hasn’t worn in years (and that he can’t believe he ever wore, ever) and to reorganize his pots and pans, because it is literally impossible to keep them from becoming a big pile of disaster. It’s a fresh start, and Kurt Hummel loves a good, clean fresh start.
But he really, really hates moving.
Klaine Vegas 21-Reaction Drabble:
Blaine is plastered against his back, deliciously warm in the too-cold, air conditioned room and wonderfully, gloriously naked. If Kurt’s head didn’t hurt so bad, he’d make a mental note not to believe Blaine in the future when he says he won’t drink so much—if only because Blaine has a thing for drunk sex.
The blankets are chilled and feel ridiculously good against his head, but he also knows that staying in bed isn’t going to magically cure his hangover. He curses the Kurt of twelve (is it twelve? what time is it?) hours ago for not keeping himself hydrated, but there’s nothing he can do to prevent a hangover now that he has one.
He’s glad he had the foresight to pack painkillers (Las Vegas hotels should come with painkillers in their medicine cabinets).
I Will Grow You A Garden Part 26:
“Blaine!” He calls through the door, and is surprised by the immediate “yes!” that calls back. Has Blaine been outside the door the whole time? Why does that make the last five minutes so much more embarrassing? “Um…” What am I asking for again? “Can I have a towel?”
“I have one for you,” Blaine says with a few more knocks to the door and he sounds quite pleased with himself. Kurt rolls his eyes, shaking his head, and then steps away from the door. He opens it a crack and sticks his hand out.
“Towel please.”
“Kurt.” Blaine laughs. “Just come out.”
“Towel please.” Kurt flails his hand about until he feeds the telltale feel of terrycloth on his fingers. As soon as it’s safely in the bathroom, he snaps the door shut and then unfurls the towel. It’s a lovely navy blue with white stripes, so at least it doesn’t clash horribly with his swimsuit. It could have been worse—he knows for a fact their beach towels are covered in cartoon characters or are garishly patterned.
We Stole the Stars Part 11:
They’re settling into the hotel room and Blaine is suddenly so grateful to have new clothes that are his and he realizes that he can shower and then he realizes that it’s been two or three days since he has (how long has it been now? He can’t even remember).
“You can have the bathroom first,” Kurt says once the door is locked, almost as if he was reading Blaine’s mind. Blaine just grins at him, slinging the duffle over his shoulder and then hurrying into the bathroom. It’s not exactly a five-star hotel so the bathroom isn’t impressive and the water pressure is awful, but it’s hot water and that’s enough.
Life feels unusually normal within the tiled walls of the shower, especially after the last few days. Before happening upon a thief in his hallway, his life had been rather average. He went to school, sang in his glee club, and did a lot of homework. He had other extracurriculars, but they didn’t really make his life interesting—they were fun and they looked good on college applications, although it all seems to have been moot in the end.
Heartstrings Part 3:
Except that, right in the moment, he feels horrible. It’s the feeling he gets right after he vomits. He feels sweaty and shaky and kind of cold and it makes him want to vomit just so there’s an explanation for it.
He has an idea why, but he doesn’t want to acknowledge it. Doesn’t want to accept the fact that his knees seemed to give way as soon as he saw Blaine turn the corner. His head is clear, but his body feels awful. What’s the point in being able to think and move without feeling punch-drunk if he just wants to crawl into bed and die?
Panic flashes through him.
Is this permanent?
Will he never be able to be alone again?
Untitled CrissColfer High School AU Oneshot:
“Just… Stop whatever it is that you’re doing, okay?” Chris tries to maneuver around him but Darren steps in his way. Chris eyes him warily.
“Don’t look at me like that, you’re making me feel like an ass.”
“Did it ever occur to you that maybe you are an ass?”
“A few times,” Darren responds with an easy grin. “See, look? You’re teasing me already. That’s friendship if I ever saw it.”
Chris’s head draws back in surprise before his eyebrows furrow.
“…friendship?”
“I think that’s what I said, yeah.”
“You… Want to be friends?”
Darren nods.
“With me?”
Darren just grins and nods again.
“…is someone paying you?”