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[jinxonmax]

You’re Sensational, Something’s Gotta Give

Sequel to Misty. Or, jazz bar, open mic, love songs, fun: the Intrulogical edition

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27962807

Okay, so Remus was smitten, so sue him. It wasn’t his fault that Logan was so damn irresistible. It also wasn’t his fault that Logan hadn’t seemed to goddamn notice how irresistible he was. Or how incredibly smitten Remus was. Remus wasn’t really sure how; he’d done everything he usually did when he was interested in someone. Lewd jokes aplenty. Flirting incessantly. He had even invited Logan over for dinner. But then Roman had invited himself along, and that meant Janus came too, and word spread to Patton, and Virgil, and suddenly Remus was expected to cook for four more people than he’d bargained for and for fuck’s sake, could Logan just get the hint already?

So, Remus had decided to get drastic, and take a leaf out of his brother’s book (and yes, copying his brother was definitely drastic, maybe he should check if pigs were flying, or hell had frozen over). The monthly open mic night was approaching again, and he’d decided to give it a go. He wasn’t quite as musically gifted as the rest of them, but he could carry a tune, and that was what he was going to do tonight. He’d been practising with Virgil on the sly, late nights after the bar had closed, sometimes staying till four or five in the morning.

It was the last practice, right before the bar opened, his friends and brother were meeting there later. Patton and Virgil were the only ones who knew Remus was going to sing tonight, and he wanted to keep it that way. His nerves were already through the roof. He fumbled on the words of the bridge and swore.

“It’s alright, Rem.” Virgil said, as Remus groaned in frustration. “From the top?”

Remus sighed. “Nah, if I keep practising, I’ll just overthink it when I actually sing it. Thanks though.” He said, grabbing his scotch from on top of the upright piano and downing the rest of it.

Virgil nods. “If you say so. You’re on third tonight, that okay with you?”

“Sure sure, as long as Logan’s here in time.” Remus replied, heading over to the bar. “Same again, please.”

Patton chuckled. “Really going full Dean Martin, aren’t you?” He said, pouring Remus another scotch all the same.

“You know it. Plus, liquid courage and all that.” Remus replied with a chuckle of his own as he started to roll a cigarette. “Can I hop out the fire exit with this?” He asked as he nodded at the drink.

“Sure.” Patton replied, though he frowned at the cigarette. “I suppose that’s for nerves too? You don’t need to be nervous, you sounded great to me.”

“Yeah, well...” Remus shrugged as he finished rolling and picked up the glass. He nudged the fire exit door open, and tried to stop his brain moving so fast. It was just a goddamn song. To be honest, Logan hadn’t picked up his hints thus far, so why he’d get it from a song, he wasn’t sure. But hey, it had worked for Roman, so there was always a chance.

***

“Okay, we have another newcomer to the Open Mic Tonight!” Patton called out after the second act had soaked up her well deserved applause. “Please, guys, gals and non-binary pals, give it up for Remus Prince!”

Logan’s eyes flicked up to the stage quickly, turning to Janus and Roman, sat next to him. “Did you know he was singing tonight?”

The pair shook their heads. “He never said a word to me.” Roman replied, just as Virgil started playing the introduction. Recognition dawned on him, and he beamed, just as Remus started singing.

I’ve no proof, when people say, you’re more or less aloof,

But you’re sensational.

I don’t care, if you are called, “Mister Frigidaire”, cause you’re sensational.

Remus’s eyes found Logan as he made it to the bridge.

Making love is quite an art,

What you require is the proper squire to fire your heart.

And if you’ll say, that one fine day you’ll let me come to call....

We’ll have a ball-

Cause you’re sensational... Sensational.

That’s all, that’s all.

That’s all...

***

Remus was sitting on the railings outside the fire exit when Logan found him.

“Hey.” He figured that was the best place to start.

“Hi.” Remus said, saluting with his cigarette.

“So. Your performance tonight. That was really good.” Logan started with, leaning against the railing next to Remus.

“You really think so? I was flat half way through.”

Logan made a small sound of amusement at that. “And here I thought Roman was the perfectionist of the two of you.”

Remus shrugged. “Why do something if you aren’t gonna get it right, am I right?”

Logan smiled. “Well, you got the song very right.”

“Not right enough, if you still haven’t cottoned on.” Remus mumbled.

“What?”

“Jesus, Logan, do you- are you deliberately pretending, or do you honestly not know that I’ve been crushing on you for the last 2 months? I’ve been flirting with you non-stop, I fucking invited you to dinner. What about that suggests platonic to you?” Remus babbled, before his hand slapped over his mouth as he realised just how much he’d said.

Logan raised an eyebrow, before coughing uncomfortably. “Would you- would you come inside for a moment?”

“What?” Remus stared at Logan as if he’d just grown an extra head. Which to be honest would have been way cooler than what was currently happening.

“Would you mind please coming inside for a moment?” Logan asked again.

“Are you just- We’re ignoring the- ooookay?” Remus replied, tossing the rest of his cigarette into the designated ciggie bin because he was a trash panda, but he was a trash panda that cared about the environment. “Lead the way, nerd.”

Logan rolled his eyes, heading almost immediately towards the stage.

“What a great time we’re having tonight, right guys?” Patton called out to the crowd, grinning ear to ear as they replied with a loud cheer. “Well, we have another newcomer tonight, please welcome Logan Sanders to the stage!”

Remus’s jaw dropped as Logan took a seat next to Virgil at the piano and started to play the melody.

When an irresistible force

Such as you,

Meets an old immovable object like me.

You can bet as sure as you live.

Something's gotta give

Something's gotta give

Something's gotta give

Logan. Fucking. Sanders. Was. Singing?? Remus was entirely caught off guard as the nerd let Virgil take over the full piano, moving with the mic to stand at the front of the stage as he came to the bridge.

So on guard.

Who knows what the fates have in store

From their vast mysterious sky?

I'll try hard ignoring those lips I adore.

But how long can anyone try?

Fight, fight, fight, fight.

Fight it with all of our might.

Chances are some heavenly star-spangled night - Logan took the chance to gesture up towards the lights over the stage.

You'll find out

As sure as we live

Something's really got to give

He looked directly at Remus, and Remus could feel his soul leaving his body and then he was joining it, on his feet in moments and rushing towards the stage as Virgil played out the last chords. He leapt up onto the stage and grabbed Logan, pulling him in for a searing kiss, ignoring the whoops (and one ridiculously loud “EWWWW” from Roman) before pulling back, leaving Logan breathless.

Remus smirked. “Try ignoring these lips now.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Logan rolled his eyes, pushing him towards the stage exit.

***

“So you weren’t clueless?” Remus asked, hours later while they were on their way to the bus shelter.

“I thought you were. It seemed to me like you flirted with everyone, and that dinner you invited me to was with your brother and our mutual friends. What was I supposed to think?” Logan replied.

“Fair point. It was supposed to be just you and me,” Remus explained, “But then my idiot of a brother invited himself along at the last minute.

Logan chuckled. “Don’t be mean, it was his idea that got our heads out of our asses, after all.”

“YOU WERE COPYING HIM TOO?!” Remus nearly screeched. The world had clearly gone absolutely bonkers.

***

Neither of them thought about the fact that Janus had paid for all the drinks for the rest of the night, or that Virgil and Patton had final say over the running order.

Tag list: @marshymoop @rosietheanxious @antisocial-xxxpert

[leesacrakon]

Guess who almost just died ✌️

Ive had problems with breathing ever since I was little due to repeated exposure to secondhand smoking (thanks mom...). It’s never been an issue for me before. Today, though, a customer was smoking while I was checking them out (there are no cigarettes, juuls, etc allowed in the store even unlit unless you’re buying) and it sent me into an asthma attack. I couldn’t breath properly for at least 5 minutes.

Don’t freaking smoke inside stores, you could kill somebody.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Are there any M/E rated stories where one of them smokes? Preferably long-ish but I take whatever there is tbh! Thanks for running this blog XX

Here is a post where one of them smokes pot. 

Listed below are a few where one of them smokes cigarettes. In these fics, one of this is typically are bad boy or skank. You should definitely check out our Badboy!Blaine,  Badboy!Kurt, Skank!Kurt, and skank!Blaine tags. - HKVoyage

Fire With Fire by mmerainbows

Badboy!Blaine (S2/3 AU) William McKinley High School has its jocks, its geeks, its preps, and its skanks. It also has the one kid even the bullies stay out of the way for - Blaine Anderson. No one crosses him, and Kurt knows to keep out of his way and do what he wants, whether that’s supplying Blaine with a pencil for French class when it’s demanded of him, or just staying quiet.

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A Change of Heart byStarGleekBelle

Blaine Anderson and his crew rule the school while Kurt and his friends just try to stay out of the line of fire. That all changes when Kurt and Blaine form an unlikely friendship. Will they break down each others’ walls and learn to trust one another, or are old habits too hard to break?

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Plug In Baby by mmerainbows

Anderberry!Siblings, Skank!Kurt, Prostitute!Kurt, Drug Use

Blaine passes by Kurt everyday on his way home, ignoring the pink haired pierced up boy to avoid the trouble that the boy seems to surround himself with. One day though, Blaine can’t avoid paying attention to Kurt, and one simple act of humanity creates enough drama that even Rachel is overwhelmed by it.

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Coming Through by ungoodpirate

“He’s not a bad person. He just likes people to think he is.”

All Blaine wanted to do was brave public school again after traumatic events in his past. He didn’t expect to be magnetically pulled into Kurt Hummel's life, a boy decorated with pink hair and dark rumors. This is a story of two boys dealing with similar pasts in dissimilar ways, and finding the means to pull back their protective layers in order to open up to each other, to life, and to love.

Skank Kurt with canon Blaine.

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The Seraph and the Skank by Strangertd

Blaine Anderson is new in town, and he quickly joins the most popular clique in school- the Seraphs. He's warned to stay away from their rival group- the Skanks, but when Blaine becomes involved with one of them, things begin to go awry.

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Headcanon (Special Edition)

A List of Brunnie’s Behaviors That are Crucial to Know

Brunnie is an unapologetic and experienced fuss-er of the people she considers to be “under her care.” Cupcake cuts her finger? There’ll be a polka-dot Band-Aid on her finger faster than she can say, “ouch.” Pitch battered head-to-toe from a Halloween fight? “Mummy-style” First-Aid is applied until Katherine shows up. Close friend from RUE House suffering from a bad day due to depression? Hot tea, blankets, and one of RUE’s old-style television sets are put within easy reach. Those who are more familiar with Brunnie speculate that this is some sort of coping mechanism. 

Another supposed coping mechanism of Brunnie’s is fixing. If there’s a problem at hand, and she can’t directly or indirectly see to the problem, then she’ll find something to fix. If there’s nothing to fix, she’ll make something for her to fix. 

Due to her demoniac biology, Brunnie could easily go for a week without sleeping. The late nights at RUE House often found her catching up on reading, doing a put-off a chore, polishing her knives, or making sure the protective wards were up to date. BEWARE OF THESE NIGHTLY BEHAVIORS. This is Brunnie in “Security Guard” Mode, and trying to sneak past without her noticing will range from futile to endangering your own life.  

Brunnie’s verbal comebacks range from bone-dry wit to seething, Mad-as-F**k sarcasm.

Brunnie has had odd friendships with people who playfully tease and mock her overly-serious and grumpy nature to annoy her (it often worked), but the instant an outside party hurt or threatened those “Fri-enemies,” all High Hell is unleashed on the interloper via a very pissed-off Mirror Queen. 

Brunnie very much likes having control over her environment, and anything that wrestles that control from her (boating or flying in any form) is set-in-stone on her ‘THINGS TO AVOID’ list. 

She doesn’t smoke, when it’s been one of those rare days that leaves her drained in more ways than one, Brunnie takes a cigarette out of a small package she keeps hidden away and heads outside to take a drag. She only smokes when she’s alone; the moment she catches someone coming, she puts the cigarette out and doesn’t reach for another until the next burnout.

She has impressive stew-making abilities, much to the relief of RUE House’s grocery budget and much to the wrath of her friends who REALLY wanted to order take-out. 

She is a lover as much as she is a fighter.