ˢᵗᵃʳʳʸ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ✧ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ

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P R I V A T E ˖ ‎‎I N D E P E N D E N T‏‏‎‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ˖ ‎S E L E C T I V E ˖ O C ˖ M U L T I V E R S E‏‎

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portectorisms​:

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There’s a humored sound of laughter that leaves his lips at Kurt’s words. Was it truly that much of a surprise that Bellamy was a Marine? In fact, he had actually just recently got back to the states from an extraction mission. One that left him riddled with nightmares and sleep problems but this move? It was good for him. It would be good for him and if Kurt was going to be a tell of those he met in the future? Bellamy would be okay with that. He’d accept that considering so far, he was enjoy his time with the other male, even if he had probably scared the poor guy a few times without the intention of doing so.

“I guess you could say I could be a double agent.” A pause and a soft chuckle, gaze moving to look at the other before raising an eyebrow a little. “Freelance photographer, huh? That sounds fun, actually.” He speaks, curiosity filling his vocals as he lets a long breath out through his nose. “What’s your favorite subject to take photos of?” He wants to know more. Get to know what Kurt likes, even if it’s in his job description. Bellamy knew nothing of the arts, but he was curious behind why people drew or photographed what they did. Surely there had to be a reason.

“You live here your whole life then?” Another question out of curiosity. Though, this was more about getting to know the other than really anything else. In truth, if they weren’t going to be playing a mobile game, then the next best thing was twenty questions and what better way to get used to someone else’s company than to get to know them that much more?

          Humming in thought at Bellamy’s question, Kurt stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles, the tension in his body easing up a little now that he didn’t feel so threatened by the other male. ❝ On my own time? I think it’s fun to just take pictures of scenery, but I like lifestyle photography a lot too. So like, pictures of subjects that are authentic rather than pre-planned or set up. I think it captures emotions better. ❞

          Whether or not Bellamy was actually interested in getting to know him or not, Kurt wasn’t too sure, but he was fine with humoring him and building off of the conversation. It was a way to pass the time while they waited for help to arrive, which probably wouldn’t take too much longer. ❝ Yeah, I’ve lived here my whole life. I feel like living anywhere else would just sort of pale in comparison. ❞ He liked New York City and all it had to offer, but he could definitely appreciate the other places he’d traveled to. ❝ This conversation has become all about me though, oh my god, ❞ Kurt laughed. ❝ Please talk about yourself so I don’t feel bad or like this is some sort of interview. ❞

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portectorisms​:

-      Noticing the look that Kurt gives him, Bellamy let’s the laughter die, giving another shake of his head before reaching up with a free hand, running fingers through onyx locks of curls. “Sorry. My sister’s into the whole true crime thing. She can talk my ear off about it.” He admits with a small single shoulder shrug. He realizes he’s not doing himself any favors in this conversation but it was topic and it got the other talking but Bellamy didn’t want to scare him or anything like that. Genuinely, he wasn’t a killer. At least, not one that Kurt has in his mind. He’s killed, of course, his job has called for it. He’s seen the blood of others splatter across his palms and the ground below his feet. He’s seen light leave a person’s eyes. He doesn’t wish that upon anyone else, even if a killer could do such a thing without a second though. A solider was different, weren’t they? Was a monster still a monster even if they were trained?

     “Alright, so no more Tetris.” He muses a little, head staying leaned back against the wall of the elevator behind him. There’s a breath, and he’s thinking for a long moment. “Yeah, I gotta get back in the swing of it.” A small chuckle this time and he turns to look at Kurt. “Since we’ve still got time to kill, what do you do for a living? I’m a Marine.” He doesn’t really want to dive much further than that, considering he was more than just a Marine. He would go across enemy lines and save people, extracting them to safer locations.

          Giving a nod of his head at Bellamy’s reasoning, Kurt decided not to linger on the comment. It made enough sense. Some people really were hardcore into crime documentaries and shows and the like, and Kurt couldn’t deny that they were interesting. He’d seen some of True Crime after hearing a lot of talk about it, but watching too much stuff about actual murderers and murder cases (some which were really fucked up) made him feel a little on edge afterwards. Besides, he wasn’t dead set on believing this guy had ill intentions.

          ❝ You’re a Marine? ❞ Well, that was something Kurt definitely hadn’t been expecting. He figured Bellamy was just one of those guys who liked to work out a lot and boast about it; the type to go to public gyms just to show off how fit he was and take his shirt off with any excuse he could come up with. Being a Marine added up. ❝ It’s kind of strange that you’d say something like that right after mentioning double lives. ❞ After a pause, a grin took shape on his lips.

          ❝ Only joking. I like that so much better than a serial killer. I’m a freelance photographer. ❞

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portectorisms​:

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     A laugh falls from Bellamy’s lips at Kurt’s words. Money hadn’t really been an issue, not since joining the Marines and whatnot. Octavia was able to provide for herself and Kane still felt like he needed to give them both an allowance of sort, even if it showed up in Bellamy’s mailbox in an unmarked letter, he always knew who it was from. Was it the guilt that caused Kane to continue or was it the actual kindness in his heart? Whatever it was, Bellamy tended to always put it back in the bank. There was no point in spending more money than he really needed to get by. After all, he’s lucky if he was home for long periods of time.

     Concentration stays upon his features. Not wanting to falter it as he goes through the motions of the game. He can feel his anxiety rise ever so slightly as the pace starts to pick up. He wants nothing more than to win now that there’s a bet in place and he’s mentally accepted Kurt’s offer, but that doesn’t help him win. In fact, it causes him to stumble, turning a block the wrong way and not fitting it properly, causing him to lose. Just his luck.

     "You wanna also change my handle too or just the photo?“ Bellamy finds himself laughing then, handing the phone back to Kurt with a nod of his head. "When we’re done and out of here, I’ll open my instagram and twitter just for you.” He says, leaning his head back against the wall, only turning to look at the other easily. “You know, wouldn’t it also be possible for them to have secret accounts? Double lives and all that shit? Didn’t a couple try to appear normal?” A pause and he raises an eyebrow at the other, giving a shake of his head. “Hm. Next bet. Gotta be something good.”

          ❝ You’re adding to what the punishment of losing is? My, my. The self loathing continues, ❞ Kurt commented, glancing down at the phone that was held out to him before he gave a shake of his head, his hand gently pushing it back towards Bellamy. ❝ Actually, why don’t we just stop it here? I don’t hate myself, so I’ll just take my win and call it. Good game, though. ❞ It seemed pointless to keep starting new rounds and make both of them pay the price for losing. Besides, he was having trouble concentrating on Tetris properly. It was hard to really commit to it when his thoughts were elsewhere.

          The question about murderers having secret accounts earned Bellamy a questioning look from Kurt, and for a moment, he wasn’t even sure how to respond to him. ❝ Um. I suppose? I’m not too informed on that subject. ❞ It was a little unsettling that Bellamy’s response to being called a serial killer was to go into further detail about serial killers and their supposed secret accounts. Maybe Kurt was just paranoid and Bellamy actually was a nice and decent person, but there had definitely been some questionable moments that left him feeling a bit on edge. ❝ You have a very odd way of conversing with strangers. ❞ It was a little more specific than that though, because some things wouldn’t sound half as weird if it wasn’t for the fact that they were trapped in a small, dark elevator together.

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grihm​:

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕶𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 mouth, Julian knew that he’d probably offended him. He couldn’t blame him, really, after he’d just led him on so carelessly and then pulled away. But still, despite knowing that he’d had a hand to play in the situation that was now unfolding, he couldn’t say that he necessarily felt any form of remorse about it. Sure, he might have been thinking about kissing him, but he didn’t actually do it. They weren’t a couple, and he wasn’t looking to broadcast anything, nor did he want the blonde getting the wrong impression of whatever it was that they’d been doing together over the course of the last few weeks.

            As his arm was touched, Julian casually pulled away, using the motion of adjusting his jacket as a means of escaping the sudden contact. ❝ I’m fine. Just not looking to act like your boyfriend. ❞ He shrugged, playing it cool. It was as though he genuinely didn’t realize how much of an asshole he was being, which wasn’t really all that far from the truth. ❝ Don’t make a big deal out of it. ❞ Julian gestured with the tilt of his head back towards the path, hoping that Kurt would follow along without pitching a fit. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to be hashing out a silly argument with someone that wasn’t even his boyfriend. Especially not in public.

          Withdrawing his hand after Julian pulled away from him again, this time more nonchalantly than before, Kurt nervously laced his own fingers together and listened to the other’s reasoning for acting the way he was. Everything had been going so smoothly up until this point, and Julian always seemed more than willing to kiss and make out with him. He couldn’t understand why this time was any different.

          Not looking to act like your boyfriend? They weren’t dating, that much Kurt knew for certain, but he also knew that there had been undeniable chemistry between them built up over the weeks they’d spent together. Perhaps he’d gotten too attached to someone who was only looking for a casual fuck buddy? It was a possibility, he supposed, especially since he was only visiting for the summer, but it just seemed to him like they had something that went beyond that. If Julian had asked him to be his boyfriend, he would’ve said yes. Apparently, that was something that was one-sided.

          ❝ You didn’t seem to have a problem with making out with Veronica in public, and she’s not your girlfriend, ❞ Kurt mumbled, his arms crossing over his chest as he followed after Julian to head back down the path. He wasn’t necessarily angry, but he was definitely miffed and feeling a little foolish and embarrassed over the whole thing. Making a bigger deal out of it would probably only make it worse though, because it really was a bigger deal to him than it was to Julian, and that was a shitty enough feeling on its own.

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grihm​:

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕵𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓 as Kurt tried to defend himself. At this point, however, it really didn’t matter what he said anyways, as the blonde had already given him far too much power by letting him see the sort of affect that he had on him. More than anything, he was simply trying to get under his skin by getting him all worked up and flustered, which he always so easily let him get away with. Whether Kurt fell legitimately in love with him or not, he was positive that, at the very least, he would be leaving a mark when they parted ways. The boy was clearly quite impressionable… and smitten.

            The hint of a grin never left Julian’s lips while he looked back at the blonde, the cigarette that he’d been smoking resting in his lap between two of his fingers. He knew that he’d invited the kiss by allowing his gaze to wander, but still, as a hand was felt on the back of his neck and he was pulled closer, his posture began to stiffen. For only a moment, he returned the gesture, before ultimately pulling away in a sharp jerk. The smile had faded from his features, a look of slight discomfort taking its place.

            Julian cleared his throat, flipping his pocket knife closed and tucking it away before he pushed himself into a standing position. He wasn’t angry with the blonde, but he couldn’t say that he appreciated the gesture in such a public space. They weren’t dating, after all. ❝ ‘Fink that’s enough for today, ❞ he spoke, taking one last puff of his cigarette before he dropped it and snuffed out the butt with the toe of his boot. ❝ Come on. I’ll take you home. ❞

          Kurt had fully been expecting Julian to play into the kiss and maybe even turn it into a small makeout session or something, since he’d been the one looking at his lips, but he found himself to be proven wrong when the other male had suddenly jerked away from him. Hand falling from his neck, his fingers curled against his palms and his big blue eyes blinked incredulously. ❝ Uh... ❞ Julian wasn’t even smiling anymore, his previously happy expression replaced by...annoyance? Discomfort? Kurt couldn’t really tell. He was visibly confused, his gaze following after the taller male as he pushed himself up to his feet.

          Dating had never been discussed, but Kurt figured figured they had something special with all the time they’d been spending together. The beach, the train tracks and secret hangout, the gardens and all the kisses and moments shared between - what made this situation now any different? He’d fucked and kissed him before with no problems.

          ❝ Okay, what the fuck? I’m sorry if me kissing you suddenly offends you in some way, but let me just point out that you were the one looking at my lips. So you definitely invited it or whatever. ❞ Getting to his feet, Kurt dusted the grass off of himself and then adjusted the camera that hung from around his neck. God, this entire situation suddenly became so unexpectedly uncomfortable. ❝ That was just like, really unexpected and we were having such a nice time. Are you okay? ❞ He asked, carefully placing a hand against Julian’s arm to express his concern.

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[somebodytodiefor]

[ohisms]

𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (  an  updated  collection  of  100+  question  prompts .   feel  free  to  adjust  phrasing  /  gendered  terms  as  necessary . )

❛  you’re  leaving ?  ❜

❛  can  i  come  in ?  ❜

❛  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 ?  ❜

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iiimpulse​:

               travis  couldn't  help  the  slight  smile  when  kurt  immediately  accused  him  of  being  the  problem,   brows  raising  as  blue  eyes  widened.   oh? ALRIGHT.   he  didn't  quite  feel  he  had  the  time  to  give  a  verbal  warning,   and  it  just  happened  so  fast.   it  wasn't  his  fault  that  the  impact  hadn't  pulled  a  noise  from  him.   the  coyote  could  take  most  pain  like  a  tickle,   perhaps  not  this,   but  he'd  experienced  worse,   and  he  was  good  at  hiding  how  bad  his  injuries  were.   on  top  of  that,   he  didn't  think  kurt  would  follow  suit  and   —–   didn't  realize  he  was  so  close  behind.   his  gaze  remained  on  the  other,   and  a  tattooed  hand  remained  on  his  chest,   fingers  feeling  for  breaks.

               kurt  continued  to  rant,   and  travis  continued  to  listen,   head  tilting  with  a  stare  of  disbelief.   gaslight?   he  couldn't  stave  off  the  look  of  judgement  that  followed  the  other's  words,   and  a  perplexed  laugh  pushed  past  his  lips.   he'd  ignore  it  for  now.   he  could  feel  the  damage  repairing  itself,   even  as  the  human  asked  about  his  wellbeing,   and  admittedly,   super  strange  feeling.   he  could  sense  the  other's  worry,   but  it  was  confirmed  when  he  expressed  it  aloud.   that's  when  the  coyote  took  the  chance  to  sit  up,   pushing  up  from  the  ground  with  his  free  hand.

               he'd  shared  enough  muted  glares,   and  he  could  now  inhale  without  pain,   so  he  finally  decided  to  break  the  silence  on  his  end.   “    i'm  good.    ”   he  breathed,   eyes  narrowing.   with  that,   he  leaned  closer  to  the  other,   lips  quirking  into  a  smirk.   “    for  the  record,   you  were  trying  to  gaslight  me.    ”   the  words  were  whispered  into  the  air  between  them  as  if  it  were  some  form  of  dirty  secret,   and  trav's  gaze  lowered  to  kurt's  lips  briefly.   “    get  your  shit  together.    ”

          At Travis’ look of disbelief, as if appalled by the audacity of his words, a smile began to force its way onto Kurt’s lips and a small bout of laughter had slipped out. He really was concerned about Travis, but it was unarguably funny that they were just sitting here on the ground, arguing over who’s fault it was. Really, it didn’t matter who was to blame, because at the end of it all they had both been foolish enough to walk off the edge and take a tumble. ❝ Whoa, please be careful— ❞ the blonde began to say, his hands reaching out instinctively towards Travis when he began to sit himself up. Much to his surprise, he seemed perfectly capable. But how?

          Brow furrowing, his gaze dropped to look at the other male’s stomach. He had heard something crack, he was sure of it, and he was pretty convinced that it hadn’t been a branch or anything of the sort snapping beneath them. ❝ Oh my god, what? I’m the gaslighter who needs to get his shit together? ❞ Kurt repeated in a rhetorical manner, his tone remaining light and playful. ❝ Sounds kind of gaslighter-y of you, ❞ he teased. After leaning in a little, he glanced up just in time to see Travis’ gaze briefly focused on his lips, which had brought a small grin to them and momentarily distracted him. What a cheeky little bastard.

          Carefully, after clearing his throat, Kurt grabbed onto the bottom of Travis’ shirt and lifted it up a little to reveal his stomach. He just wanted to get a look at his ribs. ❝ Okay, maybe I really do need to get my shit together. I swear I heard something crack when I landed on you, Trav. Or maybe I’m just on crack. I can’t tell anymore. Why aren’t you like, Humpty Dumpty right now? ❞

[tessgraystairs]

Troye Sivan in Ariana Grande’s thank u, next music video

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grihm​:

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕻𝖔𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 something that Julian tended to avoid at all costs, especially after living in the small town for so many years, but he’d somehow convinced himself to make an exception for the blonde. Maybe it was his big blue eyes, or maybe he was just bored, but he found himself sitting with his shoulder against a tree in the flower gardens, a cigarette between his lips. One of his hands was occupied, absent-mindedly carving a J into the bark of the trunk with a pocket knife.

            A hand was raised to pull the cigarette from between his lips before a faint laugh left him in a cloud of smoke. This wasn’t the first time that Kurt had brought up his adoration for his accent, and he was sure that it wouldn’t be the last either. ❝ Been to New York many times, ❞ he answered with a nod of his head. ❝ It’s not my favorite place, but I’m sure I’ll be back that way at some point. ❞

            Julian raised his head and his dark eyes settled on the blues that were looking back at him. ❝ Why? You tryna see how you can keep hookin’ up ‘wiff me? ❞ He asked, the grin on his lips widening, growing cheekier by the second. A soft hum left him, his smile wavering only slightly before he spoke again. ❝ I’m going to break your heart. ❞ It was stated matter-of-factly, but with little remorse. His gaze dipped down to briefly glance at the other’s lips before they raised back up to his blue eyes.

          Adjusting his position just enough to allow him to see what Julian had been working towards carving on the tree, Kurt discovered that it was the letter J. He’d seen it done before in a few different places, but it was always so cute to him to see people leaving their marks behind through carvings; especially if it was done by two people together, who were basically announcing their relationship to whoever came across it. How many of those people were still together? That was up for debate.

          ❝ What? No. Or, maybe. But not in like a totally creepy, stalker kind of way. In a way that’s like, if you just happen to be passing through the city, by chance, I could show you around and if, by chance, we end up finding some secluded area and we’re fucking each others brains out, then that’s fine too, ❞ Kurt finished explaining before immediately quieting at Julian’s next statement. It wasn’t something he liked to think about, but it was a road he’d been down before and was trying to be more careful of this time around. Admittedly, he had a habit of sometimes getting too attached to guys who didn’t intend on sticking around.

          ❝ Well...You can’t break it if I don’t give it to you, ❞ he shrugged, his gaze focusing on Julian’s face. It was brief, but he’d caught the way his own gaze had dropped to look at his lips before lifting back up to keep eye contact with him. And just like that, it was as if everything he’d been telling himself moments prior had been discarded. A hand was placed against the back of Julian’s neck and, after gently pulling him closer to close the distance between them, he softly pressed his lips against his own.

[punkiztan-deactivated20181006]

sometimes a bitch jus want a love letter u know

[citysided-a]

Starter for @grihm​ (Julian)

          Sitting in the grass, Kurt’s back was leaned against the tree that he and Julian sat beneath after deciding to take a break from walking through the gardens. He found himself wishing he would’ve worn more comfortable shoes. Flowers of all colors and types were in full bloom around them, making for vibrant, beautiful scenery and air that smelled faintly sweet. It was an attraction that had definitely been worth visiting in Lynmouth. Really, it would’ve been a shame to go all summer without visiting the most popular tourist locations. He’d seen a few of them, but some of them were attractions he didn’t want to go to alone or with his grandparents.

          Julian was on the other side of the tree, hiding a cigarette from view since it was a no smoking area and he was trying to avoid getting caught. It definitely took away from the scent the flowers gave off. He expected this from Julian by now, considering their first meeting consisted of Kurt encountering him by a no smoking sign that was in plain view. Even now, recalling the exchange brought a small grin to his lips.

          Legs comfortably outstretched and ankles crossed, he turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder. ❝ I’m starting to hate this place a little less. It’s still no New York City, but it hasn’t been so bad. Might miss the place, might continue to roast the entire towns inhabitants. Still too early to tell. ❞ Company kept was always a trump card, of course. Any place could be boring with no crowd or the wrong crowd. ❝ You ever been? To New York, I mean, since you travel with Soren and I remember you telling me that you’ve been all over the place. Something like here and there. Everywhere. Just imagine it spoken with a much cuter accent. ❞

[citysided-a]

portectorisms​:

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     As the game continues, Bellamy lets his gaze settle upon the phone once Kurt has taken it. There’s a small smile upon his features but even now, he was finding this to be lack luster. It hadn’t felt like it had been fun and as if the two were just trying to buy the time until help had arrived. Perhaps going through the top hatch had been a better option than playing a silly game upon a cellular device. Still, as Kurt’s round begun, Bellamy couldn’t help but watch on his phone, watch the way the blocks had fallen, the way Kurt’s fingers moved across the screen. He watches the way that it starts to speed up and other tries to keep up with it. To pace himself to match. Though, when he loses, that’s when a thought hits him. His smile staying the same, as he takes the phone back, but there’s a bit of mischief in his gaze as he continues to look down at the phone, hiding such a look that’s hidden in his gaze.

     "I think you’re right.“ He laughs, waiting for the game to reset for a new round. "I’ve got an idea though.” This time, Bellamy looks up, the mischief having disappeared from his gaze, looking up at the guy next to him. “How about we make it a bit more interesting? Raise the stakes?” Another pause and his gaze goes back to the phone as he presses the button to start. “If you beat my score, I’ll, I don’t know, pay for your groceries for a week.” Bellamy lets a small shrug fall off his shoulders, fingers moving to change the blocks and make them fit. “Sound good for the first round?” Silence falls over him, concentration settling. It’s a game and yes, Bellamy enjoys a competitive game, but this was meant to be fun. Something to pass the time for both of them, but then, before he realizes it, he’s losing and the game has ended, a laugh leaving his lips again, soft and small. “Looks like I’ll be buying your groceries if you take that bet.”

          An idea? Looking away from the small screen held in Bellamy’s hand, Kurt instead directed his gaze to his face and quirked a brow, an unspoken way of asking what he had in mind. Making games into bets of sorts could be fun and added another level of excitement to winning, but he didn’t want to do anything too crazy or out there.

          ❝ Oh my god, you want to sign yourself up for that? A whole week? Boy, you must really hate yourself, ❞ he playfully reprimanded him before his attention was returned to the phone, the game now starting up for Bellamy to start another round. Typically, he didn’t care about how much money was spent and didn’t think twice about it, but since trying to cut ties with his parents, he came to realize that it didn’t come so easily to everyone and it was something he had to remind himself of every now and then.

          ❝ Why don’t we start off small? Like, if you lose—which you just did, loser—I get to change your social media PFP to whatever I want. You have Instagram, right? Twitter? If you say no, I’m sticking by what I said about you being a serial killer. ❞

[platinumblondetroye]