#crisswifty

[selenacriss]

May 24, 2015

[afunnystory]

When you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes <3

omg okay! LET’S DO THIS. (Note: I’m really bad with words. Like… super bad. So I apologize in advance.)

faithlehanez - Tiff is like sunshine to me on a cloudy day… and I have cloudy days a lot. She’s so kind, funny, caring, beautiful and 10,000 other positive and awesome things. She’s been there for me through some difficult times, most recently being when I lost a close family member to cancer. Very few people cared enough to listen and she was one of them. I’ll forever be grateful. <3 She deserves all the puppies in the world. And also Tindy. She deserves Tindy.

gallaghermilkovichs - I literally don’t even know where to begin. Steph has become one of my closest friends over the past year or two and I’m so happy to be able to say that. She is so amazing and she doesn’t even realize how amazing she is. Steph was also one of the very few people who honestly cared and was there for me when I lost my family member earlier this year. She’s been there throughout the whole experience. She let me rant and cry on her ‘‘internet shoulder’‘ and never once complained. She makes me happy and she makes me laugh. Her entire existence makes me glad to be alive. I love the X-Ray to my Vav. :) <3

crisswifty - AYYYYYE. Michele is probably one of my oldest friends on here. We go way back, back to the days of Livejournal. We’ve shared a lot of fandoms over the years which for some reason is really amazing to me. I don’t know why. I’m glad I’ve been able to fangirl with you over David Cook, Supernatural and various other things. U R 2 KEWL 4 SKOOL.

wouldyousingalong - Alright so Jenna and I don’t really talk tbh. She’s still one of my favorite people on Tumblr though. I’ve been following her for a really long time because of how freaking rad she is. She has awesome taste in music, movies and everything else. One time I messaged her asking her to explain the ending of Birdman to me and like the awesome person she is, she was patient and helped me. :D

youaretheonesongleftinmysymphony - The Dean to my Sam. Ashley is hands down one of my favorite people ever in the history of the world. Technically we’re only cousins but I will forever consider her my sister. She puts up with all of my shit and never complains. We’ve been through a lot as family and we’ve been through a lot in our personal relationship. She means a lot to me and I love her so fucking much. Even if she probably won’t see this since she is hardly ever on Tumblr… and she doesn’t really know how to work Tumblr. :P

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captainswaan answered your post: The Flash is a rerun tonight, right?

yep

everythingtostand answered your post: The Flash is a rerun tonight, right?

yes, then next week is the crossover

askthetravelingtwins answered your post: The Flash is a rerun tonight, right?

Yes, it is a rerun. Here’s a website I found explaining it. hypable.com/the-fla…

crisswifty answered your post: The Flash is a rerun tonight, right?

yep! the next episode is next week

Thank you :)

[ugliestgirlonearth]

crisswifty replied to your post:crisswifty replied to your photo “i fall back into...

i love how you have a michele tag now. i feel special.

i have had one but i just tagged that last post wrong whoops

[ugliestgirlonearth]

crisswifty replied to your photo “i fall back into you | a westallen mix (listen) clarity (live) -...”

LOSING YOUR MEMORY REALLY TIFF REALLY

YES REALLY MICHELE, I KEEP IT CLASSY IN TRUE #JERSEYSTYLE

[whatstheproblembaby]

Fic: Dream Come True

Based off the AU idea ““idk you but you fell asleep on my shoulder on the bus and the only reason i’m letting you stay there is bc you look very comfy and i’m a good person - it’s totally not bc you’re also possibly the cutest and most precious human being i have ever seen hahah okay maybe a lil”” and dedicated to Yesim and Michele. <3 ~1175 words, PG, entirely fluff.

Kurt looked down at the sleeping boy on his shoulder and thought This is probably why Santana says I’m too nice, isn’t it?

It was one thing for a friend to end up napping on him on the bus, sure, but Kurt had never actually met the guy who was now curling in closer to his collarbone and whuffling gently. Despite that pesky detail, Kurt wasn’t actually too uncomfortable with the situation, though. It probably helped that this guy had a face like a classic movie star and smelled like raspberries and nice cologne - had it been anyone else on this bus, Kurt would’ve jolted them off his shoulder so fast it may have technically counted as assault.

The only problem Kurt could see about this arrangement was that his stop was coming up soon, and he did kind of need to get home on time that day.

He reached across their bodies and tapped the boy’s far shoulder, frowning slightly. “Hey. Hey, honey. Wake up.”

“Wh-” the boy mumbled, rubbing at his eyes dazedly before springing upright, almost clocking Kurt in the nose and himself on the bus window. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Are you going to call the cops? Please don’t ca-”

“Hey, shhh, I’m not going to call the cops,” Kurt said, smiling at how cute this boy was when he was flustered. “Believe me, if I had wanted you off of me, you would’ve known the second you entered my bubble.”

“Still, I can’t apologize enough,” the boy said, blushing a light red. “I don’t normally fall asleep on strangers, especially when I’m taking public transportation.”

“I want to say it happens to all of us, but I would be lying,” Kurt teased gently. “I’m Kurt, by the way.”

“Blaine. Though I may go down to the courthouse and ask for a name change now that I’ve made such a fool of myself.”

“That would be a shame,” Kurt said, resting his hand lightly on Blaine’s in the space between them. “Cute boys with equally cute names are hard to find.”

“You - I -” Blaine stuttered, making Kurt laugh.

“Of course I think you’re cute, Blaine. That’s kind of why I let you sleep on me,” Kurt said. “Plus, your cologne smells really good, much better than the usual bus stench.”

“I smell better than a New York City bus, what a compliment,” Blaine joked, apparently over his speechlessness. “Man, my self-esteem is just skyrocketing now.”

“I’m a flatterer, I know,” Kurt said, gaze turning from Blaine to the window for a moment. What he saw filled him with panic. “Oh God, we’re at my stop, can you pull-”

“Got it,” Blaine said, yanking the stop cord as Kurt made sure he had his bag and coat all ready. “It was nice meeting you, Kurt!”

“You too, Blaine!” Kurt hustled off the bus, suddenly disappointed that it was “family dinner Friday” back at the loft. He’d felt more at ease around Blaine than he did around certain people he’d known forever, and he kind of wished it wouldn’t have been weird to invite Blaine to dinner five minutes after meeting him.

Maybe you’ll see him again, he thought as he walked the last couple of blocks home. After all, people usually take the same bus all the time, right? The worst he can do is try to avoid you.

Somehow, that last point wasn’t too comforting.

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Blaine couldn’t believe his luck. He’d caught the number seven bus after another tiring day of auditions, and who was next to the only open seat? Kurt. The same Kurt he’d been daydreaming about for almost a week now.

In a laughable turn of events, Kurt was now asleep against the bus window, curled in on himself and snoring gently. In a less laughable turn of events, a guy in a dirty muscle shirt and truly appalling sweatpants was making a move for the seat next him.

Blaine darted in front of the guy, sliding into the seat and running his hand over Kurt’s right arm. “Oops, sorry. My boyfriend here texted me and said he’d save this seat.”

“Or maybe you’re just trying to steal that hot piece of ass out from under me,” the scummy looking guy said.

Kurt chose that moment to mumble discontentedly in his sleep and turn over, tucking his head into Blaine’s neck like it was the most natural thing in the world. Blaine started rubbing down Kurt’s back and shot a winning smile up at the other guy.

“Bye!” Blaine chirped.

The other man just grumbled and backed off.

Once there was some space between them and that guy, Blaine shook Kurt’s shoulders gently. “Kurt. Hey, Kurt. Rise and shine.”

“Mmmm,” Kurt groaned. “Blaine?”

“I guess you can take back what you said about never sleeping on strangers,” Blaine joked as Kurt pushed himself upright with a small frown.

“But I didn’t fall asleep on a stranger. I fell asleep on the window. Plus, I know you,” Kurt said, rubbing his eyes childishly.

“If that guy over there had gotten his way, you’d be doing far more than sleeping on a stranger,” Blaine said, pointing as covertly as possible to the creep.

“Oh dear God, I think I’m going to throw up,” Kurt said once he saw who Blaine was referring to. “Has he ever heard of shampoo? Or razors?”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Blaine said. “Oh, and I might need to get off at your stop if he doesn’t leave before you.”

“Why?” Kurt asked, looking concerned.

“I may have told him we were boyfriends to justify nearly knocking him over in my haste to get this seat,” Blaine said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “In my defense, I figured you really didn’t want that guy perving on you in your sleep.”

“Blaine, you could’ve told that guy we were married if you had to. I don’t even want him in the same zip code as me,” Kurt said with a shudder. “And, well...you could still get off at my stop if you wanted to. Maybe grab a dessert with me at this bakery I know?”

“Like as a - do you mean-” Blaine stumbled over his words, hoping that Kurt was implying-

“Yes, like a date,” Kurt said, suddenly looking very shy in a way that made Blaine’s heart twist in his chest. “Unless you don’t want this relationship to leave the bus, of c-”

“No! No, I definitely want to go out with you,” Blaine said, hoping he didn’t sound quite as panicked as he thought. “Now is fine. Now is great!”

“Well, in that case,” Kurt said, smiling sunnily and pulling the stop cord. “After you, fake boyfriend.”

“With pleasure,” Blaine said, offering Kurt his arm once they were both on their feet.

In his head, he was already hoping they’d get to the point where they could drop the ‘fake’ from that title. It didn’t take long for the universe to grant his wish.

[whatstheproblembaby]

Fic: Unexpected

Michele crisswifty and I were talking headcanons and then suddenly everyone started making out backstage at Sectionals. No actual sp0ilers - if anything, this is reaction fic for 6x10, featuring Klaine, Kitty, and the head Warbler. 995 words, PG-13/light R? Maybe? Blow jobs come up a couple times.

“Hey, babe, I think I dropped a cufflink backstage,” Blaine whispered, making Kurt start in his seat and nearly clip Blaine in the chin. “Can you come help me look for it? I don’t wanna look sloppy when we win.”

Kurt just nodded, taking Blaine’s hand and following him out the back of the darkened auditorium quietly, not wanting to disturb the other audience members at Sectionals. They managed to get all the way down the hall and past the stage door before Kurt had a realization.

“Wait,” Kurt said, pulling on Blaine’s arm to stop him. “Your shirt has buttons on its cuffs, doesn’t it?” He lifted their entwined hands to check, squinting in the low light of the wings.

“I may have just said that as an excuse,” Blaine said, taking a step closer to Kurt.

“For what?” Kurt asked coyly, thinking he might have a pretty good idea already. He lowered their hands in time for Blaine to lean in even closer.

“For getting my incredibly hot husband away from our kids in the hopes that he might need a little tension relief,” Blaine said, breath hot against Kurt’s ear.

“And just what did you have in mind?” Kurt murmured back, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s shoulders.

“Well, it involved an empty green room, my mouth, and your dick,” Blaine said, making Kurt shudder.

“God, Blaine,” Kurt said, hoping his whine sounded more contained than it felt.

Blaine just pulled away, taking Kurt’s hand and turning determinedly for the green rooms. Unfortunately, he knocked Kurt off-balance when he moved, making Kurt stumble and trip into the quick-change area. There was a flash of yellow as Kurt flailed and grabbed at the curtains to keep himself upright, yanking them sideways and revealing-

“Kitty?”

“Kurt?”

“Mr. Anderson?”

“Barrett? Oh my God!” Blaine cried, probably too loudly. “Kitty, why are you shirtless?”

“I told you women love the blazer,” Barrett the ex-Head Warbler said, a tiny smirk on his face.

Kurt had to fight the urge to vomit as Blaine buried his head in his shoulder. “If I recall correctly, you weren’t all that impressed by the blazers, Kitty.”

“I’m not,” Kitty said, turning to face Kurt and Blaine head-on, giving Kurt a look at her lacy pink bra that he’d never asked for. “But I am impressed by the pecs Barrett’s been hiding under those poly-blend monstrosities, so I figured I’d pretend the blazer was doing it for me in the hopes that I could get underneath it and experience those abs up close and personal.”

“What?” Barrett said, looking crushed. “But the blazers-”

“-Do you absolutely no favors,” Kitty said, reaching for her white button-down. “I’m used to seeing even muscle-less twigs like Mason looking buff in their Cheerios uniforms, bud, it’s gonna take more than a prep school crest and a sense of entitlement to get me going.”

Kurt pressed his lips together tightly to keep his laughter from interrupting the competition. Maybe he was seeing more of Kitty than he’d ever wanted to (and could he get prosecuted for that, being her teacher?), but they saw eye-to-eye on the blazer issue. The first time he’d seen Blaine without that atrocity on, he’d nearly fallen down a staircase in shock.

“That’s enough, Kitty,” Blaine said, unearthing himself from Kurt’s shoulder but still looking a little pale. “The blazers signify years of pride, tradition, and excellence, and I will not hear you impugn them in the name of your libido!”

“Chill, Blainey-days,” Kitty said, making Barrett gasp in horror. “I agreed to wear a new one for the competition, didn’t I?” She pulled the piece in question on over her freshly done up shirt, striking some goofy, model-esque poses for them.

“I cannot believe I was just kissing someone who disrespects such a hallowed article of clothing so much!” Barrett said, fastening his shirt buttons indignantly. “We are through, Kitty Wilde!”

Kurt, Blaine, and Kitty quietly watched him stalk off in a huff.

“Whatever, I achieved my goal,” Kitty said after a beat. “His abs were fantastic, if you were wondering.”

“I really wasn’t,” Kurt said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could see Blaine shaking his head out of his peripheral vision.

“Hey, I know why you guys were sneaking back here, and I don’t want to picture my teachers slash friends going off to fuck, either,” Kitty said. “Fair’s fair.”

“I will give you a guaranteed A for the year if this incident dies here,” Kurt said.

“Deal. I’ll even leave now so you two can still have your quickie before sneaking back to the wings and pretending you actually watched us perform.”

True to her word, Kitty left after she finished her statement, leaving Kurt and Blaine stunned in her wake.

“I’m going to need Viagra before I can ever get it up again,” Blaine groaned, dropping his head back on Kurt’s shoulder. “I saw Kitty’s boobs, Kurt.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kurt said, rubbing a hand down Blaine’s back. “I mean, I’m not pleased about that encounter, either, but I kind of want to make up for the time we lost from our honeymoon.” He squeezed Blaine’s ass. “After all, I was just about to take you all the way down my throat when Headmaster Waverly called.”

“Kurt.”

“You can’t tell me you weren’t disappointed about being interrupted then, B.” Another squeeze to Blaine’s ass, punctuated with a slow grinding of his pelvis against Blaine’s.

“Oh my God, c’mon,” Blaine said, taking Kurt’s hand and nearly yanking him off his feet in his haste to get to the green rooms. “You win this round.”

“I always do, darling.”

“I still have plans for you, babe. We’ll see about that.” Blaine turned to wink at Kurt quickly before hurrying on.

Kurt stifled a moan and kept hustling. Win, lose, or draw, this little distraction was shaping up to be more satisfying than the actual competition they were attending.

[usershleby]