Now that it’s over, let’s talk about some waiting to be consumed by you trivia:
I went through way more than one outline for this damn story. The OG version was like a full cadre of cryptids. I toyed with the Starks being werewolves etc. But then I remembered I’m not interested in that story;
There were 8 million versions of the ending/last two chapters. The Mountain was a vampire or just like he is in the show in one. But I abandoned that quickly because I wanted to keep closer to the canon timeline than that. In one of them Brienne killed Cersei to save Jaime, but I couldn’t figure out why and then I didn’t want to have to think about the fundamental shift in Westeros. Then there was a version where Jaime kills Cersei to save Brienne, but then I decided I hate that version of Valonqar now. Also, it wasn’t important at that point. Cersei was dead to Jaime anyway and her only real power over him was emotional.
In one version, there was a subplot of Tywin using Qyburn to find a cure for vampirism and had been searching for one since Aerys’ bright idea to turn them in the first place. But again, that wasn’t the story I was actually trying to tell, and ultimately didn’t matter because he never figures out a cure.
There wasn’t any sex in the last chapters because it no longer served a purpose for the characters. We were past the point of Brienne’s thirst for that D. We were WAY past Jaime thinking about Cersei. I also covered the bits of softness when it became an expression of love and comfort. So it would have felt like filler to me to include the sex for...I guess the sole purpose of having sex. Apparently, my new thing is sex first, emotions later. Reverse pining? Reverse UST?
I sent @bethanyactually approximately 8,000 e-mails freaking about scope in this fic. She ultimately reminded me, almost every time, that my stories should be the stories I want to tell. Ultimately, I realized it would have been a chore to make myself retell the entire canon from KL onward. If it was a chore to me, I thought it would certainly come across that way to readers. So, in the end, I told the story I wanted to tell for better or (more likely) worse.
I’m just never going to write an asshole Selwyn Tarth. He loves his daughter tremendously, don’t @ me.
I spent so long figuring out those damn Baratheon kids and who should be their dad and then I included like one line about it.
I didn’t include Joffrey in the text much because fuck Joffrey.
Okay, I'm writing a screenplay for a mini web series because I want to put more things on my YouTube channel and I've had this idea for about a year. So I'm writing a scene that stars my friend corinnaleeee and a character named Apollo and figuring out their dynamic. I began to write the scene a bit intense and realized that Apollo is confessing his love to her when they've only known each other for two weeks. I was like: COOL THE FUCK DOWN KAY?
So here is the intense scene between Katie (Corinna) and Apollo.
Apollo: Oh, I thought-
Katie: Because I like Pumpkin Spice Lattes and dream about meeting my true love in a coffee shop?
Apollo: Well, no-
Katie: Is it because I’m such a girl?
Apollo: No, I thought you liked romance because of the way you look at things. Like everything has a meaning in life and that simple meaning is beautiful.
After that I pulled the romance waaaay back. I hope you enjoy.
Okay, so I haven't written fic like real fic, not RP, in over a year. This one just wouldn't go away, and mainly because it's hugely personal and based on my life in some aspects, and I felt like some therapy, so I wrote fic.
Imagine Me and You
Kurt laughed as Sebastian smirked and poured another glass of wine.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” he teased.
“Yep,” Sebastian smirked. “You’re due for a good night of being trashed.”
Kurt grinned at him; inhibitions lowered as he took in his green eyes and gave an inaudible sigh.
He was in love with him.
It was not a new revelation. In fact the only person in the world who hadn’t guessed was Sebastian himself. They’d been friends for years. Ten years. And every second of every day of those ten years, Kurt had been in love with him.
He’d actually told him on his seventeenth birthday. Sebastian had been kind, but had basically brushed the whole thing off, telling Kurt he didn’t believe in love and that Kurt just /thought/ he loved him.
Kurt kept the knowledge to himself from that moment on.
But it never went away.
One drunken night at a club a few years later, Kurt, fed up with a strange guy who’d attached himself to Sebastian’s neck in the efforts of giving him a hickey, had moved to the other side of his throat and started to kiss him there, sucking hard. Sebastian’s arm had wrapped around him in surprise and Kurt’s lips had found their way to his mouth. The kiss lasted seconds, but to Kurt, it was the beginning of everything. They would date. They would fall in love properly. They’d get married…
The next day he got a text message. ‘It was just a kiss. Kissing doesn’t mean anything to me. Sorry.’
He felt like Sebastian had ripped his heart out, but it meant more to stay friends with him. To keep him, in whatever sense he could.
So, the next time they got drunk and made out, Kurt let it slide.
After a friend’s birthday dinner, they went home together, and Kurt only meant to sleep in his bed beside him. Of course somehow they wanted to find out who had fresher breath… And how do you solve that?
Kissing.
Exactly.
For two and a half hours in the middle of the night, Kurt felt whole for the first time in his life. The kiss was playful and gentle. They played and laughed, and when Kurt’s mouth sucked Sebastian’s tongue, trapping him, Sebastian grinned and returned the favour when he was free. At some point, a bit of Kurt’s hair (he was wearing it longer, then) had found its way between their lips and Kurt laughed, breaking apart to tug it free.
“I’m cutting it all off tomorrow,” he breathed melodramatically.
Sebastian wound an arm around his neck and pulled him back.
“Don’t you dare. I love your hair.”
Kurt’s hand lay on Sebastian’s stomach, but he wasn’t brave enough, wasn’t experienced enough to slip his hand under his shirt, or down to his boxers.
Sebastian had eventually fallen asleep kissing him, and Kurt had curled up on his side and cried for the rest of the night, until sun shone through the window.
The next time they kissed was three years later. Drunk again, they were tucked on a couch in some corner of a pub, and Sebastian turned to Kurt, grinning madly.
“Let’s make out,” he said wickedly.
Who was Kurt to turn that down?
Sebastian had longer hair now, and Kurt laughed as it got caught between their lips.
“It’s my hair doing it this time!” Sebastian laughed, crushing their lips together. “I love kissing you… It’s so much fun…” he breathed, trapping Kurt’s tongue and sucking it into his mouth.
Kurt tried to ignore his heart thumping madly, and not get his hopes up. They went back to Kurt’s apartment not long after… and Sebastian spent the majority of the night throwing up in the bathroom, then the rest of it sleeping on the cool tiles.
Kurt didn’t mention it.
Another two years went by and Kurt was seeing less of Sebastian, though they still called and texted constantly. He’d tried to distance himself a little. Flirted with other guys. Had even had a boyfriend, though that had ended because he was pressuring Kurt to have sex, and when he had, Kurt had called out the wrong name.
He’d grown up a little. Quite gradually, so he hadn’t noticed at first. But when Sebastian and a few friends were going camping, Kurt said yes. He needed some fun.
He hadn’t expected the pot.
Sebastian was laughing as they passed it around. “You want some?” he offered Kurt, with a lopsided grin that made his heart ache.
“No, thanks,” Kurt smiled back. He’d be sensible. In case someone needed help. Of course that didn’t stop him drinking. He’d finished a bottle of wine before Sebastian suggested going for a walk. They found a little bench to sit on, and lay down together, looking at the stars. Kurt had a sudden surge of courage and announced that he was bored. He leant over and kissed Sebastian firmly, who dissolved into giggles, kissing him back.
It had become a habit not to discuss it. So they didn’t.
So when Sebastian had announced that Kurt needed to get drunk, Kurt’s heart fluttered a little. They both knew what happened when they were drunk and alone.
Sebastian clinked his glass with Kurt’s and there they stood, twenty-seven and getting drunk.
Kurt couldn’t quite remember who kissed who, but he was pressed against the fridge and giggling as Sebastian plundered his mouth with his tongue. It had never seemed urgent with Sebastian. Like he had known kissing was his limit with Kurt.
So it was a shock when he pressed against his thigh, hard as a rock and moaned.
Kurt froze, not out of discomfort or unwillingness, but just out of disbelief.
“Is that a gun in your pocket?” he tried to joke, and Sebastian laughed.
“Shut up,” he breathed, kissing him again, and making sure Kurt knew exactly what he was packing.
Kurt let out a soft whimper and wrapped his arms around Sebastian’s neck, burying his hands in his hair. Then they were moving. Sebastian grabbed his hips and steered him towards the couch, then seemed to think better of it and pressed him against the wall outside his bedroom.
“Tired?” he asked Kurt meaningfully.
“Exhausted,” Kurt nodded eagerly, and Sebastian grinned, kicking the door open with his foot and pushing Kurt backwards on the bed.
It started out like it had all those years ago, but with an experience and a knowledge that hadn’t been there then. Slow, playful kisses actually became wandering hands, then clothes were disappearing, and Kurt was gasping. He remembered one summer when they were seventeen that they’d gone to the beach and he’d stared at Sebastian’s chest half the day. Seventeen year old Kurt was having an aneurism in his brain. Sebastian was gorgeous. He was a man now. Completely filled out and muscled, and actually, possibly, maybe going to ravish Kurt senseless.
Kurt whined and Sebastian laughed.
It seemed like hours, but a few minutes was all it took as they undressed, Sebastian kissing him intermittently as though he knew he needed the reassurance. Sebastian moved to lay over him, slotting between his legs and rocking slowly.
“You look different without clothes,” he breathed, grinning.
“Good different?” Kurt bit his lip, panting softly.
“Very good different,” Sebastian nodded, kissing him harder.
There was a fumbling of lube and fingers and suddenly there was a fingertip of Sebastian’s inside him. God, how he didn’t come right there and then was a miracle. Kurt rocked his hips and Sebastian slipped his finger deeper, kissing him slowly.
Soon, there were two, and then three, then Sebastian disappeared to get a condom from his wallet. Kurt lay with his legs spread, gazing at the ceiling blissfully. He returned and laughed, slipping it on, then lining up and pushing inside him firmly, burying himself to the hilt with a moan as Kurt gasped and wrapped his legs around him.
All Kurt could do was cling to him. He was trembling a little, and his mind was going crazy with the knowledge that it was Sebastian fucking- no… Making love with him.
His body was wrapped around Sebastian’s and aside from his heartbeat pounding in his ears, and the sound of Sebastian’s hips slapping against his thighs, Sebastian’s panting breath was the only sound he cared about. He kissed his throat like he had the first time they’d kisses, all those goddamned wasted years ago, and Sebastian groaned, slipping a hand down to stroke his cock firmly.
Kurt arched beneath him, gasping and writhing as goosebumps overtook his skin and everything felt white-hot.
He gave a cry as he arched and spilt over Sebastian’s hand. Sebastian chuckled, kissing him and fucking him deeper and faster until he came too, grunting and collapsing onto him lazily.
Kurt continued to tremble, completely blissed out. The scent of him was everywhere, like he’d claimed Kurt’s bed as his own now.
Sebastian grinned and pulled out slowly, tossing the condom in the wastebasket by his bed.
“We should have fucked ages ago,” he smirked.
Kurt’s heart froze.
“Y-Yeah… Yeah, we should have,” he said, giving him an unsure smile.
“I’ll have to put your number in my little black book now,” Sebastian teased. “Booty-call Hummel.”
Kurt was sure he had turned white. He trained his eyes on the ceiling and fought desperately against the lump in his throat and the burning tears in his eyes.
“Uh-huh…” he breathed, trying desperately not to panic.
“You okay?” Sebastian frowned and it was too much for Kurt. Tears were spilling down his cheeks and he gasped for breath.
Sebastian looked immediately worried and moved closer.
“Hey… Hey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you or something?” he asked in concern.
Kurt shook his head.
“I need you to go…” he whispered. “Please? I need you to leave right now…”
Sebastian frowned.
“Kurt, you’re my best friend, I’m not going to leave you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Kurt let out a sob. “I’m so stupid! I thought… I can’t believe I actually thought… I can’t do this anymore… I can’t be your friend. It’s too hard…”
Sebastian looked hurt.
“I didn’t realise it was such a hardship to hang out with me.”
Kurt covered his eyes with a shaky hand and sobbed.
“It’s hard because I'm in love with you!” he let out. “I have been since we were seventeen, and I can’t keep doing this to myself, so I need this to stop and I need you to leave!”
Sebastian stared at him.
“Why?” he asked slowly.
“Why what?”
“Why are you in love with me?” he shook his head slowly. “I’m an asshole.”
“You don’t get to pick it! It just happens! You think I’d choose to feel this way about you?! You think it’s made my life easy?! Look where I am! Alone, never had a proper relationship, and I got three wedding invitations in the mail this week!”
“None of that is my fault,” Sebastian said defensively. “I didn’t tell you to fall in love with me.”
“No. You didn’t. Now, please leave…” Kurt rolled over, crying silently as he screwed up his eyes.
It was silent for a long time, until Kurt heard the sound of Sebastian’s belt as he put his pants back on. A few minutes later he spoke.
“Can we still be friends?”
Kurt let out a broken sob.
“Why the hell do you think I’ve put myself through this? Yes… We can… We can be whatever you want...”
“I’ll call you tomorrow, then…” he said quietly and closed the door.
Ezekiel felt generous on Thanksgiving, and let everyone come home.
Dean made a big turkey and some mashed potatoes. Sam and Kevin made cranberry sauce and green beans. Charlie made pumpkin pie. Cas made pasta with jam sauce :)
Everyone kinda raised their eyebrows worriedly at Cas' creation, leaving him a little dejected, but Dean, no- Dean took a huge bite, and gave a dramatic "MMMm, Cas, this is great!" with an endearing pat on the shoulder. And Cas, well, he couldn't stop beaming the rest of the evening.
After dinner, they all gathered around on the couch to play board games. Dean didn't push Cas away when he leaned into his shoulder. In fact, by the time they'd given up on Cranium and were nodding off to the Charlie Brown special on TV, Dean had his arm around a curled up Cas, eyes closed and breathing steady against Dean's chest, his hand resting on Dean's full belly.
Charlie nudged into Sam, and tilted her head towards Dean and Cas. They winked and smiled at each other; what a beautiful sight it was, the two of them close and calm and content. Sam woke Kevin up, who could only grin at the sight before him. It wasn't long before the three of them had wandered off to bed with warm smiles on their faces, leaving Dean and Cas wrapped together on the couch, breathing in sync.
For a moment, everything was right with the world.
thebelleflowproject reblogged your post So I wrote a fanfic to fill t... and added:
you took too much of your sadism pills
NO, I TOOK JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT.
I wasn't the one who posted the bloody prompt. I never would have written it if they hadn't posted it, and then the world would have been a happier place. I take 5% responsibility, BUT THAT IS ALL.
It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, one of the few where neither of them has anything important to do for the entire weekend. They'd got up early, Kurt because he can't sleep past 8 if he tries, Sebastian because he somehow manages to hate waking up while simultaneously being easier to wake up than a kid on Christmas.
They'd had a lazy breakfast of cereal and toast, neither one of them willing to put in more effort than it had taken to make coffee. They'll make up for it later with dinner, or they won’t, it's not like they don't order Chinese often enough as it is.
Sebastian's arms are stretched out above his head, wrists bound tightly to the slats of the headboard. His knees are bent up, ankles strapped to the spreader bar and rendering him almost completely immobile. Kurt thinks he could come again just from the visual. Not that he'd want to.
His cock is hard and dripping, curving up to rest against his hip, the sticky precome pooling there and sliding down his side to drip on the sheets. Kurt ducks his head to lap at it, tongue warm even against Sebastian's overheated skin. He doesn't miss the way Sebastian shivers, fighting to stay afloat amidst the waves of pleasure rolling through him.
Kurt has three fingers in his ass already, no real patience for teasing today (or at least not of the kind that leaves Sebastian hard and aching and constantly searching for more). Instead he pulls them out for a second before pressing back in with four, barely giving him a second to adjust before he's moving again, fingers nimble as they brush over his prostate for a second and then dart away. Maybe he is in the mood for teasing after all.
It's not long after the addition of the fourth finger that Sebastian starts to lose it, pulling against the restraints in an effort to fuck himself further down on Kurt's fingers. Kurt just smiles at him, arching one carefully manicured brow at him as he slowly shakes his head. His fingers still for just a minute, pulling another frustrated sound from Sebastian's throat as he holds still.
Kurt bites his lip, the thought of giving in and letting Sebastian have what he wants, what they both want, flitting across his mind for a second before he shakes it off. They have all day and he fully intends to take advantage of that.
He stretches his fingers a little, letting out a little moan at the way Sebastian clenches down around them in response. Kurt ducks his head down, teeth scraping over one of his nipples on his way up to Sebastian's lips. He kisses him softly, a barely there brush of lips that contrasts sharply to the filthy movement of his fingers. Sebastian's panting when he pulls away nonetheless.
"Warn me before you come." Kurt murmurs faintly, the words hanging in the air for a second before Sebastian nods. Once he's sure Sebastian understands he pulls back completely, contemplating the boy in front of him for a second before he wraps his lips around his cock.
He presses forward, swallowing thickly like he's practised; everything designed to control his gag-reflex. At the same time he twists his fingers, brushing over Sebastian's prostate with far more purpose than he'd had before. It's a different kind of teasing, overwhelming him until his body adjusts, pushing him as close to the edge as he can before yanking him back again.
It doesn't take long until Sebastian's hips buck, a broken gasp leaving his mouth before he tries to piece together the presence of mind to speak. He's already wound so tight, getting Kurt off does that to him, it feeds the fire in his belly and coils him like a spring until he's strung out and aching. Kurt knows. Just like he knows every ridge and vein of Sebastian's cock, just where to tongue and lick and suck until-
"Stop." Sebastian's voice is a breathy whine, just loud enough that Kurt gets it. He pulls back, little strings of spit clinging to his lips as he considers the cock in front of him. That might have been enough to ruin the game if Sebastian had been looking. But he’s not, he’s squeezing his eyes closed, limbs clenched and sweat beading on his chest as he holds back his orgasm.
"Look at you." Kurt says almost reverently, eyes tracing over the lines of Sebastian's body. "Trying so hard not to come for me." He grins, fingers slowly thrusting inside him again for a second. "Such a good boy." Sebastian moans brokenly, biting hard at his lip.
"Kurt come on – fuck, please fuck me." He whines, opening his eyes to beg with those too as he shifts his hips as much as the restraints allow. "Please-I want your cock." Kurt hums as he looks down at him, mulling it over a second before he nods.
"Same rules, though. Let me know if you get close." He warns, pulling his fingers out and reaching for the lube. He warms it in the palm of his hand for a second before he slicks up his length, quickly positioning himself between Sebastian's legs. He stops with just the head inside him, looking up through his eyelashes at the way Sebastian's mouth is open, taking in the look of pure ecstasy on his face. It different than the first few times they'd done this, back when Sebastian had still had all his walls up. Everything about him had been designed to give the best effect possible, from the way he moaned to the face he'd made when he came. Slowly that had broken down into the boy who is currently arching beneath him
Kurt thrusts slowly, his hands closing on Sebastian's hips as he pulls back, squeezing gently before he’s slamming into him again. He sets up a slow rhythm, relishing the slow burning fire that curls at the base of his spine. His fingers tighten as he thrusts harder, fingertips digging in to Sebastian's skin.
He stays like that for a minute, relishing the sound of skin hitting skin, before he leans down to close his mouth over Sebastian's, kissing him with bruising force. Sebastian responds as much as he can, tongue fucking into Kurt's mouth before he nips at his bottom lip, lips and teeth and tongue working together to gain what control he can. Kurt absently notes that the idea of Sebastian still wrestling for something to control should feel ridiculous.
All too soon Sebastian’s gone again, his mouth falling open beneath Kurt's, his breath alternating between deep heaving gasps and little moans, every muscle shaking with how close he is.
"Fuck – god – Kurt." Sebastian manages to get out and it's enough of a warning for Kurt to still his hips. He shushes him, sucking lightly at his bottom lip, his hands going slack as he waits for Sebastian to get himself under control. When he's sure they're both ready, he moves again, thrusting in earnest this time, his earlier laziness fading into a heady fog of desire.
His hips snap forward again, a low groan falling from his lips as he chases his own release. His fingers dig in again, hard enough that he knows Sebastian will be left with bruises, reminders, tomorrow. Not that either one of them has the presence of mind to care right now. It takes another dozen thrusts before he comes, hips stuttering where he's buried deep in Sebastian's ass. He slumps forward against his chest, sucking a vicious hickey wherever it is his lips happen to land.
Sebastian whines, arching his back in an attempt to get some friction on his aching cock. Kurt giggles, pulling back so completely that it only makes Sebastian whine louder. He surveys him, eyes trailing down to where his come is already starting to leak out of his boyfriend. He makes him wait for a second too long, marking the way his cock twitches as he realizes Kurt's staring.
The angle is awkward when he finally does lean down, his hands grabbing the globes of Sebastian's ass and spreading him wide. He takes another minute to just look, mesmerized by the sight of his come and the way Sebastian's ass is still open and clenching. But then Sebastian starts to squirm and he relents, leaning in to lick a broad stripe. He circles Sebastian's hole once before pressing in, chasing the taste of himself.
Kurt licks and sucks around Sebastian's hole, pulling back just long enough to bring a hand down in a light smack. That makes Sebastian gasps, hips bucking up as he mutters another broken warning to Kurt. This time he doesn't stop, murmuring a quiet, "Go ahead, sweetheart." before he licks into him again, groaning when he feels Sebastian start to come, clenching down hard around his tongue.
He does his best to work him through it, only pulling back when the aftershocks start to calm. He sits up, licking his lips as he takes in Sebastian. His cock lies spent against his stomach, ropes of come covering his abs and much of his chest. Kurt wastes no time in leaning forward, licking through those as well, giggling when that prompts nothing but a weak groan from Sebastian.
When he's done savouring the sight he moves to untie Sebastian, pressing light kisses to each new revealed piece of skin, subtly checking for any lasting effects. Sebastian opens his eyes for long enough to smile reassuringly, rolling his shoulders as he shuffles a couple inches up the bed before slumping back down on the pillows. Kurt rolls his eyes fondly, getting up off the bed to get a towel to clean them off before cuddling into Sebastian's side.
"Worth the ruined ties?" Sebastian asks, cracking an eyelid, and sliding a hand around his waist.
"Definitely." Kurt hums in agreement, eyelids fluttering closed as he starts to drift off to sleep, extraordinarily thankful for not-quite-lazy Saturday sex.
