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@citysided
INDIE • SEMI SELECTIVE • MULTI VERSE • MUTUALS ONLY • 18+ a roleplay blog for kurt hayes, an original character based in the world of netflix’s stranger things. this blog will contain heavy themes and topics. please read rules before following or interacting.
☆ Carrd | Memes | Promo ☆
Troye Sivan Talks My My My!
iiimpulse:
@citysided asked: “It’s so early, please stop.”
random meme that i was too lazy to look for tbh
travis' head whipped in kurt's direction when he spoke, and a look of mock hurt crossed his features, brows furrowing hard. his boyfriend wasn't wrong, though, it was very early, and the coyote had already begun with his usual bullshit. perhaps it wasn't so lovely to be aggressively tickled into consciousness. boo. after a moment of excruciating silence, he moved closer to the other male on the bed, his elbow sinking into the mattress as he propped himself up on it. blue eyes scanned tired features, and a small smile crept onto his lips. he wasn't done yet.
“ you really are a sea witch, aren't you?” it took everything in him to hold back a laugh, knowing that this would likely grant him a smack. to avoid the expected consequences, he quickly moved away, seating himself on the edge of the bed.
“ oh my god, kurt. if you hate me, just say that!” pearly whites bit into a plump lower lip as muscles tensed with the effort to keep from laughing, and he folded his arms over his chest. admittedly, he wanted kurt to be awake with him. no sleeping late in this household —– as if he ever woke up early. this just so happened to be the day he did.
Being abruptly woken up by being tickled relentlessly definitely didn’t come as a shock to Kurt, who expected this kind of crazy and playful behaviour from his boyfriend, but he didn’t always welcome it either depending on the situation. It was always the worst when being tickled, because even if you wanted someone to stop, how could they take you seriously while you were in a fit of laughter? After Travis had finally stopped on his own terms, Kurt held a pillow tightly against his stomach just in case he had plans to try it again. It was a pretty poor attempt at armor, but at least it was something. Sleepy blue eyes watched the taller male carefully while he moved closer to him, and for a moment he thought that maybe he was done with his bullshit and would give him a break, but then that god awful nickname was brought up again. Kurt couldn’t even smack him for it if he wanted to, because Travis had been too quick to move out of the way. A wise decision, really.
❝ You, my darling, have a death wish, ❞ Kurt commented, sitting himself up and reaching for the glass of water beside his bed. ❝ I don’t hate you. But you’ve pissed off the sea witch, so. ❞ Before giving Travis a chance to react, he splashed the remainder of the water on him and then sprung from the bed, laughter easily heard down from down the hallway as he made his way to the stairs and into the kitchen, where he grabbed a wooden spoon. ❝ I’m armed and will beat your ass if you try anything, ❞ he called to him in warning.
munnson:
⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ The sounds of voices echoing in the dining room of the restaurant caused panic to rise in Eddie’s chest as he linked them to the faces of the jocks that had been chasing him, his heartrate spiking in sporadic waves and triggering a chain reaction of anxiety-driven fidgeting. Curled up beneath the desk and looking more pathetic than he thought he ever could, he pulled his knees to his body, his fingers nervously picking at his short nails with such ferocity that they could threaten to bleed at any moment. He found it difficult to control his breathing, his thoughts slipping into a near-paranoia as he struggled to hear his breath over the profound sound of his heartbeat. ❝ Shit, shit, shit … ❞ He mouthed, the words falling silently from his clenched jaw. Chocolate eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his features helplessly contorted by the fear of being caught.
How this was all going to end, he didn’t know, but there was little hope for a happy ending. If Jason and his ball-dribbling cronies got a hold of him, he would probably be lucky if it ended in a swift death … but perhaps that was where his fate was inevitably headed anyways: IN DEATH. The cops would throw him in the slammer and he’d either spend the rest of his life behind bars or in a straight-jacket, and that was only if whatever ungodly demon had killed Chrissy Cunningham didn’t come after him first. Try as he may to find any sort of silver lining in all of this hell, he could only see this ending in a downward spiral.
As the conversation continued in the lobby, trying to control the volume of his breathing quickly tumbled towards the bottom of Eddie’s long list of concerns. He’d unintentionally stopped respiring entirely, his lungs holding onto the air inside of them as the tension in his muscles refused to cease, even for a moment.
It wasn’t until he heard the chiming of the bell once again and the blonde boy entered the room that he finally found deliverance from the aches in his body, his posture relaxing slightly and the air exiting his parted lips in an exasperated sigh. His head tilted backwards, falling gently against the wooden paneling of the office desk. For a moment, he was still, although the pounding of his heart was still heavy against the wall of his chest.
❝ Thanks, man. I fucking owe you one, ❞ Eddie finally spoke, crawling out from under the desk after taking a moment to collect some level of composure—there wasn’t much left to collect after everything he’d just been through, but the effort was there nonetheless. What he really owed his savior, however, was an explanation, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to deliver one when the truth was so convoluted … even to himself, and he’d been there to witness it first-hand. Just the thought of revisiting the events aloud caused him to unravel.
Once again, Eddie’s nerves began to surface, bleeding through into his mannerisms with the twiddling of fingers and the picking of fingernails that were already too short. His gaze shifted, looking anywhere but at the other male in the room. ❝ Listen, uh … I don’t know … I don’t know what to tell you, ❞ he began, struggling to form any sort of useful sentence. His voice was cracking under the weight of so much guilt and fear, each note barely capable of hiding the trembling of his vocal cords. He began to pace slowly in a small range, tear-coated brown eyes blinking quickly as they tried to stave off an overflow of emotions. He kept shaking his head, both of his hands repeatedly touching his face and then pulling away again, as though he wasn’t sure what to do with them.
Through a tightly clenched jaw, he exhaled another shaky breath, his tongue wetting his lower lip. ❝ You wouldn’t, uhm—you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I didn’t do it though, okay? I didn’t do it. ❞ His fist tightened into a ball by his side before he raised it to his face, pressing the cold steel of ring-clad knuckles to pursed lips. His back found the wall behind him and he slowly slumped down against it, his view of the carpet that he was still staring at blurred by a watery veil. Finally, he lifted his gaze to settle on pale blues, desperation dancing across puppy-dog chocolate browns. ❝ I was there—I-I saw it, but I didn’t do it. I don’t know what did … ❞ He spoke into a trembling fist.
WHAT not WHO . . .
Watching Eddie carefully after he crawled out from underneath the desk, Kurt actually found himself feeling a little bad for him. He looked downright petrified, and for good reason. The entire town had been talking about the elusive Eddie Munson, who they suspected killed Chrissy Cunningham, and now there were people hunting him and looking to literally murder him. If he was in fact innocent, then that had to be absolutely terrifying. He didn’t know much about what had happened, because the police didn’t share all the information with the public, but he did know that she’d been mutilated pretty bad.
Really, Kurt didn’t know what to believe. It was definitely suspicious that Chrissy had been found dead in Eddie’s trailer, but from the way he was acting, he just didn’t quite fit the bill for being some sort of unhinged murderer. On the other hand, a lot of killers could blend in with society and nobody would suspect a thing. Like Ted Bundy. The thing was, Eddie didn’t strike him as someone trying to blend in. He stood out, and why would someone just leave the evidence behind like that if they murdered someone? Wouldn’t it make more sense to try to dispose of the body and the evidence?
Seeing tears well up in Eddie’s eyes only made Kurt feel that much worse for him, but he had to roll his eyes at himself. He didn’t even know the guy or what his story was. He just personally hated seeing people cry because it pulled on his heartstrings, and it made it even worse when they had those big brown puppy eyes eyes like Eddie’s. He looked so innocent, and Kurt was just the type of person to want to reach out to people and comfort them when they were crying. For now, he listened to Eddie try to explain himself while trying to keep himself together, until he’d finally slumped down against the wall and looked up at him with those stupidly cute watery brown eyes.
❝ What do you mean, I wouldn’t believe you? ❞ Kurt asked, a perplexed look on his face. After shutting the door behind him, he approached the other male and knelt down in front of him. ❝ You said you saw it happen, but you don’t know what did it? Okay, not to sound like a total dick, but how can you see something happen and not know what did it? I’m not trying to shut you down or anything, I’m just a little confused. Like, what does that imply? ❞
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
“ am i not good enough? ”
“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”
“ why did you help me? ”
“ who do you fight for? ”
“ why do you hate me? ”
“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”
“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”
“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”
“ where do you think you’re going? ”
“ how long have i been asleep? ”
“ are you going to kill me? ”
“ why can’t i come with you? ”
“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”
“ did you want to be alone? ”
“ why should i trust you? ”
“ wait. did you hear that? ”
“ promise me? ”
“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”
“ do you remember anything at all? ”
“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”
“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”
“ may i have this dance? ”
“ can i ask… what happened? ”
“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”
“ do you ever hear yourself? ”
“ would you run away with me? ”
“ could you be happy here with me? ”
“ you can’t or you won’t? ”
“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”
“ well, how do i look? ”
“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”
“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”
“ what did they do to you? ”
“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”
“ where have you been? ”
“ why are you looking at me like that? ”
“ why did you come? ”
“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”
“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”
“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”
“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”
“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”
“ can you forgive me? ”
“ what if i never see you again? ”
“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”
“ how about a little midnight snack? ”
“ are you… smelling me? ”
“ how did you get this scar? ”
“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”
“ what did you want to tell me? ”
hcwkinsqueen:
♡ ┈┈ ꔫ ┈┈ ♛ → HOW COULD SHE ARGUE WITH the assessment ? Chrissy knew better than anyone how catty some of the other cheerleaders were. A real shame that the bad apples could spoil the entire bunch when they were all just trying to make some delicious apple pie – or something like that – in the school. She disliked how argumentative everyone could be with one another ; all the cliques could get along if they just understood that everyone had their own interests! Even now, there was clear evidence that they didn’t need to fight amongst themselves when interests collided so beautifully. Just talking to Kurt felt like a dream come true between her stressful days of wandering the halls hoping that she didn’t embarrass herself or someone didn’t hate her guts for no reason.
‘ I’m glad to have met you like this, then, ’ she’d have replied, hand coming up to cover her lips, avoiding another flurry of giggles ; she’d giggled enough during this conversation and anymore would probably make it awkward – just a little. Instead, though, she was cut off by him interjecting his own thoughts about a proposed musical number in the middle of the library – oh, no, they would surely be kicked out if they tried to pull a Breakfast Club moment! They weren’t nearly as isolated as those kids were to pull off something so hilarious.
❝ Oh, noooo! If I break out into song, I might shatter anything glass in here with how shrill my voice is. ❞ He had the right idea about building her confidence, but there was a reason in this world that she wound up on the cheer squad, not the choir. No matter the case, she still didn’t have his name in her arsenal to think on ; he was so compelled by the thought of jumping on the tables and proclaiming their friendship forever – how cute! ❝ Can you sing, Mr. Nameless? ❞
Kurt had met his fair share of people who were embarrassed or timid to sing in front of people, either because they had some sort of performance anxiety (which obviously wasn’t Chrissy’s case, since she was a cheerleader) or because they didn’t think they were good enough, but he doubted Chrissy was awful at it. In actuality, it was hard to imagine when she had a pleasant speaking voice and was just all around adorable.
❝ You’ll never know until you try. Maybe you’ll end up surprising yourself and being better than you thought you’d be. Have you never just, like, danced around your room and pretended your hairbrush was a microphone? Maybe that’s only a thing in the movies. ❞ Or maybe they only did that while lip syncing to their favorite songs. He wasn’t entirely sure, now that he really thought about it. Whatever the case, it was always more fun to actually sing along than it was to pretend to.
Mr. Nameless. If it hadn’t been for Chrissy mentioning it, Kurt wouldn’t have even realized that he’d forgotten to respond to her request for his name. It hadn’t been on purpose, of course, because he had no reason for hiding his identity from her; especially when they went to school together. It would be pointless. ❝ —Oh, sorry! That was unintentionally so rude of me, and here I was thinking you were more likely to be the snob. I got way too distracted by the idea of turning our lives into musicals, ❞ he admitted, lips pressing together for a moment to stifle his laughter. Too much more, and the librarian was probably going to speak up about it. ❝ My name’s Kurt. Kurt Hayes. And, not forgetting your other question this time, I’m no Bryan Adams or Elton John but I’m okay at singing, I think. ❞
THE WORLD IS TURNING UPSIDE DOWN indie | semi-selective | multi-verse | 18+ an original character based in the world of netflix’s stranger things
hcwkinsqueen:
♡ ┈┈ ꔫ ┈┈ ♛ → MICHAEL JACKSON WAS HIS FIRST ? Color her jealous on so many levels ; sure, Abba was one of the most awesome artists known to mankind, but how many people could say they saw Michael Jackson as their first? It’s practically going to blow the minds of people in the future, she could feel it! ❝ You have to tell me about that one day, ❞ she urged, jubilation practically eating away at her veins this very moment – oh, but who was she kidding? They had to get to the bottom of the mystery if they went to the same concert first and foremost! Regardless if they did, she placed out the one day to encourage him to come around her more ; maybe it was childish of her to prompt a second encounter with a stranger in her school, but she really did feel a slight connection with him. Loner boy or not, he had taste!
Embarrassment crossed her features, her own hand raising to gently push at his chest, giggling profusely as the playful gesture ended. In her eyes, being a cheerleader was bottom of the barrel fame ; it wouldn’t matter once she graduated because everyone would forget her name, leave her to find the newest sensation, but his kindness was noted. Even if her mother constantly would say different about her status, Chrissy felt no different than the other students in the school – or she wanted to feel no different. People held her on a pedestal, called her over-glorified names, but she wasn’t anything special. Jason was more special than her, because his actions actually did something to the community while she just cheered him on. ❝ Noooo! I’m nowhere near Madonna’s levels! It’s just that I’m head cheerleader so people say that, but I’m just…you know, a normal girl. ❞
If only her status could propel her toward the goddess levels of the stage, but… what was she but a fraction of anyone on a real one? ❝ I can’t even sing – well, I’ve never tried so I’m pretty sure that means I can’t ; outside of church when they have us do those tiny songs, but that doesn’t count! ❞ Poking her friend on the arm, she tried to pull herself back down from her hazy cloud of flushes and butterflies. ❝ I think the world should know your name, what is it? ❞
Truthfully, Kurt hadn’t been expecting that anything more would come of this accidental encounter with Chrissy Cunningham, and he definitely hadn’t expected to like her as much as he did. Even though she made him nervous because of how much influence she had, even if she didn’t realize it, she wasn’t what he imagined she’d be. She was fun, easy to talk to and laugh with, and really sweet too. Jason was no doubt lucky to be dating someone like her—not that he was jealous, of course, since he wasn’t the least bit interested in females beyond friendship. Grinning from the playful push against his chest, Kurt gave a shrug of his shoulders in answer to her argument. ❝ Well, it girl or not, I like this version of you better than the one I had in my head. No offense, but girls in your kind of crowd can be so mean. ❞ It wasn’t as if he’d harshly judged her, but he knew how people belonging to certain cliques could be. It was the exact same way his parents acted towards those who they viewed to be lesser than them. ❝ —Wait, ❞ Kurt interjected before the other could have a chance to respond. ❝ You don’t know if you can sing? Well, that’s not very Madonna of you. We might have to pull a Grease and break out into song and dance in the library now, ❞ he teased before turning to set the small pile of books down on a nearby cart, which contained other books that also needed to be returned to their proper places.
↪ 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 . ( a collection of 100+ question prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . )
you’re leaving ?
can you shut up ? ❜
are you [ name ] ?
who am i to you ?
why should i care ?
can i come inside ?
did i do something ?
you don’t trust me ?
can we make a deal ?
are you lying to me ?
are you free tonight ?
are we going to die ?
can i come with you ?
can we call it even ?
you stay here , okay ?
you think i’m stupid ?
can you stitch me up ?
are you doing alright ?
is that … my shirt ?
who takes care of you ?
have you seen yourself ?
what took you so long ?
can’t you see i’m busy ?
who do you think i am ?
why are you helping me ?
are you happy with him ?
are we having a moment ?
are you listening to me ?
how are you so arrogant ?
how did you afford this ?
what are you doing here ?
is this all in my head ?
why won’t you look at me ? ❜
are you here to kill me ?
do you want some company ?
are you from around here ?
do you need to lie down ?
are we on the same page ?
why didn’t you defend me ?
are you sure you’re ready ?
where is this coming from ?
where were you last night ?
you wanted to talk to me ?
will you PLEASE be quiet ?!
what was i supposed to do ?
why do you look so guilty ?
[ name ] … truth or dare ?
why did you bring me here ?
are you looking for someone ?
since when does that matter ?
why do you put up with me ?
THIS is your breaking point ?
what can i say to fix this ?
do you think i deserve this ?
hey , hey , are you with me ?
why are you leaving so soon ?
what do you get out of this ?
[ name ] , what have you done ?
do you have a minute to talk ?
did you ever actually love me ?
do you need somewhere to stay ?
why don’t you ever listen to me ?
do you hear yourself right now ?
you knew & you didn’t tell me ?
do you want something to drink ?
when did you know you loved me ?
when was the last time you ate ?
what’s your favorite scary movie ?
do you want to get out of here ?
why is this so important to you ?
can i at least buy you a drink ?
how can you think this is funny ?
are you sure you’re up for this ?
are you trying to start something ?
what are we supposed to do now ?
can we at least try to be civil ?
why won’t you just leave me alone ?
are you thinking what i’m thinking ?
why are you so concerned about me ?
why can’t you just stay out of it ?
you’re not bailing on me , are you ?
how long have you been lying to me ?
can you keep your eyes open for me ?
how long have things been like this ?
why is this suddenly such a problem ?
what , am i supposed to be impressed ?
do you ever wish you could run away ?
you’re going to believe them over me ?
why are you looking at me like that ?
why can’t you just tell me the truth ?
why can’t you ever take responsibility ?
what can i do to make it up to you ?
can we put this whole thing behind us ?
i’m coming to get you , where are you ?
can you stay ? just for a little while ? ❜
why won’t you let me be here for you ?
when are you going to forgive yourself ?
is that what your nightmares are about ?
what kind of person does this make me ?
where are we supposed to go from here ?
are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?!
why can’t we just talk like we used to ?
why do these things always happen to me ?
how long has it been since you’ve slept ?
can’t we just enjoy the moment for once ?
why can’t you ever stand up for yourself ?
why haven’t you been answering your phone ?
what was i supposed to do , let you die ?
can you listen & do what i say for once ?
what do you mean , you’re not coming back ?
why don’t you stay the night ? just once .
can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?
you’d tell me if something was wrong , right ?
where do you go when you space out like that ?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye ?
you’ll stand by my side no matter what , right ?
what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into ?
i need you to sit up , can you do that for me ?
if you have nothing to hide , what’s the problem ?
can we all just act like we’re winning for once ?
can we talk about this at a time that isn’t now ?
you really don’t care about any of this , do you ?
can you just tell me everything’s going to be okay ?
you know we’re gonna have to talk about this eventually , right ?
cultkiid:
@citysided ; STARTER CALL.
“Hey.” The call was sharp while she directed her half-hooded glare at the boy. She had been following him for quite some time now. Roxanne shuffles to a stop, her muddied white dress illuminated by the soft glow of the playground’s lights. “You shouldn’t be walking out here alone.” The swing set beside her uttered a forewarning creak. “Didn’t ya hear…? There’s a serial killer on the loose.”
Coming to a halt after hearing an unfamiliar voice call out to him and break the silence that so often came with nightfall, Kurt turned around to see a girl dressed all in white standing beside the swingset. He looked her over once, his gaze lingering briefly on the mud that covered her dress. Paired with the creaking of the swing, her presence was a little bit eerie and unsettling. Where had she even come from? Hands slipping into his pockets, he tilted his head slightly to the side and furrowed his brow in puzzlement.
❝ You startled me. All dressed in white and showing up out of nowhere, someone might think you’re a ghost. But thanks for the warning, I think? ❞ Kurt couldn’t really tell what the vibe was here. The girl didn’t look all too happy with the way she was glaring at him, but she probably meant well if she was trying to urge him not to go out walking by himself at night, right? Admittedly, it wasn’t the safest idea when there was a serial killer on the loose, and he’d be foolish if he tried to deny it. There was no telling where they were, what their motives were, or when they’d strike again. ❝ I mean, you’re also out here alone though, so shouldn’t you be taking your own advice? ❞
hcwkinsqueen:
♡ ┈┈ ꔫ ┈┈ ♛ → A TINY GASP LEFT HER lips , unable to process the Michael Myers comment further ; he’d also seen Madonna live?! Thoughts trailed through her mind, wondering if they’d gone to the same concert. Begging her mother to attend the Chicago one had been such a trial for her ; every second she spent doing EVERYTHING right in the household and school and cheering had culminated to those tickets being purchased. Her allowance had been used for souvenirs and the necessities when driving all the way there, but that wasn’t the biggest deal – no, the biggest deal was finding a friend to come with her. Three tickets: her mother, her, and her friend ; the day was meant to be perfect and she could feel her sparks flying in her chest as she entered the audience, tempted to stand on her seat just in case someone tall stood in front of her.
❝ Yes! ❞ She could barely managed the squeak out, hand coming up to cover her mouth momentarily, glancing around to ensure that no one heard it. ❝ I saw her in Chicago! I had to beg my mom to let me go and watch her, ❞ she giggled softly, arms gently crossing over chest in loose fashion. Truthfully, this wasn’t awkward but she wasn’t used to speaking to someone else who wasn’t in the group she’d become accustomed to. Refreshing, she might think but also nerve wracking ; the other had no reason to care about her opinions or her life’s story or her faults – if she did anything to offend him then she ruined this entire encounter. To call her nervous speaking with him was an understatement but she persisted, eyes only widening when she understood just how versed her companion was in concerts.
And he’d seen Michael Jackson? That’s so not fair ; she couldn’t believe that someone was so lucky to witness that man’s perfect performances, too! Even if she brought up witnessing the wonder that was Abba to him, she couldn’t begin to compare to Jackson’s wondrous stage presence. ❝ You’re so lucky! They’re both, like, ahead of their times. My boyfriend tried to moonwalk once and tripped over his own feet – but Madonna? I want to be like her so much ; she’s so pretty and talented! ❞
The excited squeak that came from the tiny cheerleader brought a wider grin to Kurt’s lips, laughter slipping out from between them. ❝ Me too! Oh my god, we might’ve been there on the same day. The drive was a bit much, but it was so worth it. ❞ It looked like Madonna had so much fun up on stage, and she made it look so effortless. Some people were just born to be stars, and Kurt thought she was one of them. He would definitely be going to another concert of hers in the future, he just wished that he still had his friend back in New York to go with him. They weren’t nearly as fun alone.
❝ Michael Jackson was my first ever concert. I was like, thirteen or fourteen? My dad really liked him. ❞ It was one of the few really good memories Kurt had with him, since his dad was usually too absorbed with work and the like to spent much quality time with him. The thought of Chrissy’s boyfriend trying to moonwalk and failing brought forth another brief round of laughter from the blonde, who covered his mouth to make sure he wasn’t being too loud. Of all the things to happen after school, he definitely hadn’t been expecting to get caught up in a conversation with the most popular girl at school. It was a bit intimidating, because people like her had a lot of power and could destroy someone’s reputation if they really wanted to.
❝ Also, you’re like the it girl of this school. Everyone thinks you’re pretty and you’re a cheerleader, so that checks off being talented. ❞ Some of the stunts that cheerleaders did looked a bit scary, honestly, because one mistake could result in a broken bone or two. ❝ All you’re missing now is the whole world knowing your name and basically worshipping you. Easy, ❞ he said with a casual flip of his wrist, as if Chrissy was already well on her way to following in Madonna’s footsteps.
hcwkinsqueen:
♡ ┈┈ ꔫ ┈┈ ♛ → AN UNCEREMONIOUS INTRODUCTION TO A peer in her high school , she could only badger her own thoughts as she begin to feebly bend down. Her own heart rate had picked up from the chance encounter at Webster section whatever this was – isn’t that how they sorted books or was that just for fiction? Either way, she hadn’t intended to run into anyone after school ; she’d been planning to just read some of her history books to catch a week’s advancement on her assignment knowledge…just in case she had more nightmares to plague her waking nights.
The boy wasn’t anyone she recognized, really, which was a shame since he definitely seemed like someone she’d enjoy – listening to the newest sensation on his headphones – but her life was always a blur. Whenever she wasn’t being totted around by Jason to his various sports games, she was busying herself with the parties thrown or the schoolwork she crammed to avoid dropping her GPA down even a smidgen of what her mother expected of her performance. Whether or not Jason would approve of this boy didn’t matter to her ; she wasn’t even certain if he’d help pick up his books since he seemed like a meek outcast, someone who might be more inclined to be around the DND group that seemed to pop up every now and again to butt heads with him.
Quickly gathering his dropped supplies into her arms, she stood back up and relinquished a fluttering of giggles, butterfly wings to keep the teacher still hanging around from noticing any disturbances. ❝ Thanks for not comparing me to him ; I’d have to be, like, super tall and carrying a knife instead of pompoms! ❞ He seemed funny, good-natured, nice – more than most who she didn’t have in her inner circle ; they were more prone to speaking ill of her instead of getting to know her personally.
❝ Oh, gosh, plus, how could I kill you? You’re listening to Madonna! ❞ As books are extended toward other, she could feel the tugging of her lips, the quiet excitement in her voice evidence enough that she wanted to squeal but had to hold it in out of respect for the librarian.
Kurt was always wary about the popular crowds at school, which included all of the cheerleaders and jocks. He knew some of them could be quite nasty and judgmental, and while he was very much so talkative and friendly towards those who got to know him, he’d been through enough shit in his last school and didn’t feel like unintentionally signing himself up for another year of it. It was easier to just slip under the radar and keep his friend group small. Besides, he’d never been the type to want to surround himself with a bunch of people. Two or three really close friends had always been preferred. Hell, even just one was fine.
❝ Or he would have to be carrying pompoms instead of a knife. And he’d have to walk on his knees or something. Imagine that chasing you, and the sound of his pompoms rustling growing louder as he got closer. Terrifying. ❞ Chrissy was quite short and tiny, which must’ve made it a lot easier to be able to pick her up and throw her around when it came to cheerleading. Before he could bend back down to gather the books he’d dropped, Chrissy had beaten him to it. He didn’t know the jocks and cheerleaders all that well, but she seemed less snobby than the others that he’d overheard talking a few times before. Only from a first impression, she was sweet and personable, striking him as one of those types that you couldn’t help but like. The mention of Madonna had Kurt lifting his eyebrows. Even though it wasn’t rare to meet someone else who liked her music, considering she was one of the biggest pop stars of their time, he liked the enthusiasm and excitement that Chrissy was trying so hard to contain out of respect for the librarian. ❝ Have you ever seen her live? ❞ He asked, taking the stack of books that had been held out to him after a nod of thanks, an appreciative smile on his face. ❝ Maybe I’m a little biased, but I think her stage presence is hard to beat. Michael Jackson is pretty impressive too, though. His dance moves are something else. ❞
@hcwkinsqueen sent: “ sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you. ”
It was reluctantly that Kurt had stayed after school to play catch up on some of his assignments that he’d fallen behind on, his headphones on and music turned up at the parts that didn’t require a lot of concentration. Nobody else was around anyway, so it wasn’t as if he had to be mindful of keeping it low enough to prevent anyone else from hearing it through his headphones. He was softly humming along to Crazy for You by Madonna while he was gathering up the books he’d taken out to return them, and after turning to go down one of the aisles, he nearly walked right into another person.
Startled by the unexpected presence, Kurt reflexively jumped back with a gasp and lost his grip on the books he’d been carrying, all of them falling to the floor and landing at his feet with a loud thud. He was quick to pull his headphones off and rest them around his neck, his hand then lifting to press against the left side of his chest and feel his accelerated heartbeat. ❝ Holy shit, it’s been a while since I’ve been jumpscared that bad, ❞ he said before beginning to laugh, his gaze dropping to look at the books before returning to the cheerleader who he knew to be Chrissy Cunningham. He didn’t know her personally, since he tended to keep to himself for the most part and avoid the cliques, but basically everyone in the school knew her name. She was pretty, and she seemed nice enough.
❝ I think the last time was when my friend convinced me to watch Halloween. Only, instead of books, it was popcorn that went everywhere. You’re definitely not as scary as Michael Myers though. I just had no idea anyone was here with me. ❞
@shezoomer sent: thanks but no thanks
Kurt had been on his way home, driving in his car when he noticed a girl wipe out on her skateboard. He wouldn’t have thought too much of it if it hadn’t been for the fact that, instead of getting back up and shaking it off, she remained sitting on the sidewalk and held her head in her hands as if she was trying to cope with pain. Naturally, he’d pulled over, gotten out of his car, and then approached her to make sure she was okay, which included offering her a ride home if she wasn’t. She didn’t seem all that eager to accept his offer though, and it wasn’t surprising with all that was going on in the town right now.
❝ I get it. With a crazy serial killer on the loose, I suppose I wouldn’t jump at the chance to get into a car with a stranger either. ❞ Everyone was feeling on edge for good reason, and everyone wanted justice for Chrissy. ❝ But, just for the record, I’m definitely not a serial killer. I think I’d be a terrible one, honestly, because I would pass out if I stabbed someone and saw all that blood. I mean, I don’t even like needles. ❞ Were the details necessary? Probably not. He was just trying to get his point across that he was one of the nice ones and only wanted to make sure that she was alright. If she really didn’t want any help though, he wouldn’t push it. ❝ Speaking of blood, your nose is bleeding. ❞ That part was a little strange, considering there was nothing to indicate that she’d injured her face when she fell.
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