im so happy that ive met someone else on here who ABSOLUTELY LOVVVEEESSS blindspot!!!
Hi hello I'm sorry it took me literal months to answer! I've had some health stuff going on, and am kinda on hiatus. Ooooooops D:
Our fandom is small but keen and I'm happy to see that we've hooked some new people in recent months! (Is it on some new streaming service or something? xD I know it was taken off some in several countries last month........ -_-)
I don't know if you're looking to find a lot of Blindspot blogs, but:
I don't think you guys in this fandom understand what a blessing and a CURSE it is that you're all so talented and have made SO MUCH great content. I thought I'd just open the app and see what was up while I waited for my eyes to work, but I "accidentally" clicked on @chibinoyume 's ghost Roman (i love it sfm btw) that people been reblogging and the app of course gives suggestions and I am SO DELIGHTED bc there's so much original content I had NO CLUE existed and now it's 1.5hours later and I'm still in my PJs and there's like at least 7 diff "suggestions" rolls I want to leave open so I can keep scrolling but the app will only let me have one at a time and this is very distressing and OOPS.
A/N: This’s another participation for 12 Day of Blindspot that’s being managed by @holidayblindspot . Basically this’s Jeller one-shot where they lazily chat together during the day in a way that’ll definitely make you smile—cuz it’s made me smile. Also, this’s a glimpse of how the two are doing in my head currently: they’re doing great!
Winter Weather.
It’s January and so it’s been snowing out in New York. By the time Jane is done with her meditation session, she expresses thanks to both her mind and body, stretches gently, then walks over, as if drawn by a magnet, toward the fireplace where Kurt is also resting next to on the couch with a book in hand. First she lifts up his legs, which have been stretched out along the couch, leaving no room for her. Then she sits herself instead. And finally she puts back his legs over her thighs and began rubbing them absentmindedly, not directly looking at him.
“How was your session?” He begins, a moment later, to which Jane looks over at him with a warm smile as she replies, “It was successful. And how is this book getting? You haven’t put it down for some hours now!”
Kurt sighs. “It’s getting boring, honestly. But it’s one of these books that you just can’t put down...” Jane nods in acknowledgement to that. “Oh yeah! It must be the arthur writing style that’s making you keep wanting to read then, I’d say?"
“Definitely!” He agrees, while she keeps rubbing his legs in a leisurely pace—almost like lazily doing it. And from her point of view, the book is flat over his chest by now, and he’s wearing a smile that carries so much affection.
“Now after I came, though, you still won’t put the book down?” She mutters, lowering her head and pretending that she’s more focused on massaging his legs, to which he grins. “It’s already down, don’t you see it?” By his index finger he gestures toward the flat book over his chest, and it’s, indeed, down by now.
“But if you mean down on the table, okay then, I’ll put it down on the table! It’s boring after all, and you’re much more fun.” He shifts here and there, groaning, until he’s in a semi-sitting position with Jane’s legs over his thighs this time around. “Bethany would be sitting just right here between us if she was to be here now.” He comments after a bit.
“Oh yeah, just right here between us, probably napping.”
“Probably. And I’d be trying to get her to wake up so she wouldn’t sleep a lot during the day and fuss during the night, but she’d hit me in the face with her fist that’s so little yet surprisingly strong!”
Jane chuckles; this’s happened many times and so she just visualized it happening again. “I miss her so much, and it’s so quiet after she left.”
“I already missed her so much, too, though it has only been a few days since she left...”
“She has that energy that makes everyone around her so delighted!”
Kurt’s smile widens to have heard that; because it’s true. Accurate. Jane continues, though not directly looking at Kurt since she’s leaning her head slightly on his shoulder. “I really love her, so much. Now I might not know how it really feels to have a little, sweet kid like her of my own, but... it must feel the same.”
“Well,” he brings Jane a little closer to him. “If you really wanna know how it really feels to have your own kid? umm—how should I put it?—it feels like your heart grows infinitely wide, and you love your own kid so much in a way that you never thought you were able to love anything in the world the same way.” Jane looks at him, hardly blinking, her attention poured into him as he speaks some more. “It also feels scary and overwhelming sometimes. But the very best part about it all, is when your own kid brings out the best in you, because you will realize, very early, how much that little one needs and deserves the best version of you.”
Jane maintains silent, though her face softens at his choice of words, and so she reaches out a light hand up his shoulder then squeezes it. “Bethany is so lucky to have you, and you’re so lucky to have her.”
“I’m also so lucky to have you.” He rushes out to say, to which she smiles in appropriation.
“You and Bethany are... the family I chose to have by myself—not the family that, as a poor kid, I found myself surrounded with, unwillingly...” He shakes his head, with his eyes closed. “Although my last name is referred to them and my looks are similar to them and we have the same blood, I’ve never been proud of that family. The traumatic time I’d been through back then, almost made me think I’d never have a family that I’d love and be proud of... But it got different—good different—when you I got older, more handsome that I seemed to have attracted you and made you fall in love with me within the first glance,” he attempts levity, and Jane squeezes him at the shoulder a little harder it makes him groan while she laughs, but then she lets him continue. “I mean, I got to choose you to be my wife, you approved, and though Bethany had been a little unexpected—well, a lot unexpected—I can’t imagine our life without her now...” when he trails off, she finishes for him, “It wouldn’t be this vibrant, our life, and have this much love and affection involved in it, and the best in you wouldn’t have gotten out yet.”
He lifts her left hand where the band is settled and kisses it slow, taking his sweet time, before, against her hand, he speaks, “That’s a beautiful way to finish it for me.”
Jane gives him a genuine grin, next he puts some effort into getting her to lay atop of him, but he doesn’t have that much energy, and she’s so lazy herself, so she stays like this: only half atop him, kissing him randomly on each cheeks, on his lips, on his chin, then down his neck, humming as she does so as if she was tasting delicious food. “Humm, the more weight you gain, the warmer and better it feels to hug you and kiss you.”
“Jane, don’t start on that...”
She chuckles against his neck. “Why being touchy, huh? I just emphasized that I love you still even with some extra weight, Kurt—it makes me feel smaller against you when I hug you, cuz you feel warmer and more squishy, like a gait teddy bear.” It actually makes him laugh, shaking and shaking her along with him since she’s atop him, hugging him.
“Every husband in the world would be so happy to hear something like that,”
“I know, right?” She meets his eyes only to tease him, “You’re so lucky to have a wife like me!”
“I know. I said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m so lucky to have you!” He says it loudly, as if an announcement, during which he wraps both arms around her middle much tighter then kisses her.
The Weller family during the weekend afternoon—and Kurt wants to eat Bethany’s fingers!
It was just after lunch when Jane had to leave all the mess in the kitchen for Kurt to clean up and go take a hot bath—her back muscles were sore after having overworked herself at the gym this morning. But Kurt had absolutely no problem with that. He even told her to take her sweet time and gave her two pecks on each cheek before she rushed out of his sight and into their bedroom that, last night, they’d shared with Bethany, which was a bad idea, they both knew. That was why they’d shaken their heads and didn’t allow it at first, but it wasn’t until Bethany simply pushed her lower lip out in a sad pout that they turned their heads toward one another, discussed the matter quietly, then looked back at her with a defeated expression, because they couldn’t say no to her, even though she was a big girl by now and very soon she’d enroll in school...
Once Kurt was done with the kitchen, he walked the few paces toward the living room to find Bethany sitting in the very center over the couch and holding her mini tablet with both hands. He sat beside her and asked, “What are you doing?” But she didn’t even bother to look up at him and continued tapping and scrolling through the tablet with her little fingers. When Kurt had to repeat the question, she only raised a brow in an expression that might as well implied ‘Isn’t obvious what I’m doing, dad!’
Kurt smiled to himself at the blatant expression then commented, “I love your nails by the way! They look so beautiful, who painted them for you?”
“The lady in the salon.”
“And who chose the blue polish for you?”
“I did.”
“Aha! Can I see them up close?”
She expanded him a hand as she never lifted her eyes off the tablet’s screen, and he examined it with a smile then kissed it several times, which eventually made her huff and try to pull her hand away. “You are making me distracted, daddy!” She complained, though she barely said the word ‘Distracted’ correctly.
“You’re being distracted by this tablet, not me.” Kurt said, before resuming kissing every finger in her hand individually. “Your fingers smell so good, huh, I feel like, um, I wanna eat them!” He teased her, who giggled and hid both hands behind her back, leaving the tablet forgotten only now.
“No, no, no.”
“Please, one, only one finger! You’ve got ten of them.” He insisted, then pretended that he was struggling here and there to catch her hands from behind her back, but she squirmed her body out of his arms and ran away, screaming and giggling on the way.
She kept running in circles around the couch while Kurt pretended to be running after her, and when he was about to catch her, she, lucky for her, saw Jane getting out of the bedroom and crashed into her, then hid her little frame behind Jane’s.
“What’s going on, are you guys playing hide and seek again? Because I’d love to play too!” Jane, grinning, said.
“No, daddy wants to eat my fingers.” Bethany peeked at her father behind Jane’s back, tagging at her clothes.
“What!” Jane almost chuckled, shooting Kurt a puzzled look. Then she hunched over and held Bethany up around her hips, though her muscles still hurt, but she hardly minded it.
“He won’t eat your fingers.” Jane promised, looking Bethany in the eye. “Daddy is just kidding with you, right, Kurt?” There was a silent moment then, during which Bethany looked back and forth at her father and Jane in suspicion. But the second Kurt wore that same smirk he had before and tried to touch her, she recoiled and hugged Jane around the neck impossibly tight that Jane fought between groaning and laughing at the reaction.
“Tell him not to,” Bethany cried out near Jane’s ear, which made Jane squeeze her eyes at the loud sound while walking with Bethany toward the coach with Kurt following them from behind.
“Give me your hands, both hands.” In an encouraging voice, Jane ordered, after having seated on the coach with Bethany still clinging to her with both legs on either side of her. Bethany slowly but surely drew her hands from behind her back and gave them to Jane, and only Jane, who commented on the nice blue polish Bethany had on, “Nice polish by the way!”
“Right? I told her the same thing earlier!” Kurt said with a smile, who was sitting next to them by now.
“Just before you wanted to eat my fingers!” Bethany rushed to say, looking at her father with a frown.
“And I still want to eat them by the way! One finger, huh, or maybe half a finger!” Kurt pleaded, but Bethany exclaimed, “No!”
Holding Bethany little hands in hers, Jane looked over at Kurt. “Stop it, Kurt! It’s intimidating.”
“Well... to stop it, I have one condition for Bethany.”
“What is it?”
“I want her to count for me five things she can do with her fingers that convince me not eat them, is that alright?”
Jane looked back at Bethany, who immediately nodded.
“Go on, Bethany,” Jane whispered to her before she began, just after a moment of thought. “I can draw with my fingers.”
Both Jane and Kurt pushed their lower lips out in an impressive pout. “What else, what can you do with your fingers? You must do more with them.” Jane encouraged.
“And... I can paint my nails with so many colors—I was thinking about painting them with purple next time!”
“Purple would be great!” Jane grinned, “and what else?”
“And, umm, I can play on my tablet with my fingers. And I can zip and unzip my clothes, with my fingers!”
Kurt chuckled to that, before Bethany continued in enthusiasm, “I can count to ten and I can count the stars in the sky with my fingers. I can also...um, I can also solve the Rubik's Cube auntie Patterson gave me once—though can you help me with it daddy? I can’t solve it by myself. Every time I try to make it look like a new one, like a brand-new one, I make messier than before.”
“Well, honey, I can’t promise you that I'll help you with that, but I’ll try. You bring it with you next time. Though I know someone who can easily help you with that!”
“Who is it?” Bethany asked.
“The same one who gave it to you, honey!”
“Auntie Patterson?”
Jane chuckled. “Are you guys good together by now and I can leave you two and go make myself a cup of tea?”
“Sure!” Kurt gave Bethany a sweet smile that she returned with the same affection, then he pulled her to his lap and kissed her several times on the hands and she allowed it.
Weekly, there will be a new prompt that you’re free to interpret in however you see fit, to make a fic, a fanart, a gif, an edit, a video, whatever you want. Most of them are silly, because why not :D
You can take as long as you want with them if a prompt tickles your fancy, but there will be a new one each week just in case. The ask box is open for suggestions, too!
Any ship, any rating, any skill level in writing, drawing or editing ♥ Based on whatever season you want. Or none at all and go AU.
It would be really fun to see how different people interpret the same prompt. Maybe some will find a way to make a silly prompt angsty. Or make it even sillier. Or use characters we didn’t expect!
I’d like to encourage everyone to go nuts. Write crack, write AUs, write whatever you want. Make doodles, make silly photo edits. Not everything has to be a masterpiece (and if an accidental one happens, yay happy accident), and the more fan content the merrier!
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