Prompts, please
Dec. 8th, 2011 08:02 pmI need to get my head out of my ass and write some fluffy drabble ficlets. (Someone just told me that drabble is supposed to be exactly 100 words, and all this time I just thought it meant "shortish fic without a plot.") Would anyone like to prompt? Must be Kurt/Blaine, Kurt or Blaine. Must be something that I can keep short since I have too much Real Work to do.
But I also feel compelled to say that I give no guarantees.
Because I'm kind of in a wishy-washy mood.
(Because aforementioned Real Work is not making me happy today.)
[Update: In order to force myself to keep these short, I am posting these as replies to the prompter in the comments section below. I am trying to keep these PG and PG-13, but if I get wild, I will post the rating at the top of the reply. If you think anything is improperly rated, please let me know. Also, FYI, I am doing these as freewriting exercises with no edits and spending less than an hour on each. Unless I am compelled to do research on, you know,ancient Hebrew love poems or something pretty much anything, or get distracted, or start to think too much, or get caught up in some scene and realize when an hour is up that I haven't even gotten to the prompt part yet. Then maybe I'll give myself a little slack.]
[Update 2: I plan to get to all of these eventually; feel free to continue prompting. I will close comments if it gets too much. I will try to get to them in the order of request, but if I get stuck on one I may move on to the next and go back later. This does not mean I have abandoned you! If there is something in a prompt that squicks me and I just can't do it, I'll let you know so you can prompt another. Oh, and keep in mind that I am writing these between other things, when I don't have a big enough block of time to work on larger projects or when I get stuck on the larger projects. Usually, when I have the blocks of time, the larger projects will take precedence.]
[Update 3 - Dec. 13: I posted an NC-17 drabble. All NC-17 and R drabbles are and will be appropriately labeled so you can easily skip them if you wish.]
But I also feel compelled to say that I give no guarantees.
Because I'm kind of in a wishy-washy mood.
(Because aforementioned Real Work is not making me happy today.)
[Update: In order to force myself to keep these short, I am posting these as replies to the prompter in the comments section below. I am trying to keep these PG and PG-13, but if I get wild, I will post the rating at the top of the reply. If you think anything is improperly rated, please let me know. Also, FYI, I am doing these as freewriting exercises with no edits and spending less than an hour on each. Unless I am compelled to do research on, you know,
[Update 2: I plan to get to all of these eventually; feel free to continue prompting. I will close comments if it gets too much. I will try to get to them in the order of request, but if I get stuck on one I may move on to the next and go back later. This does not mean I have abandoned you! If there is something in a prompt that squicks me and I just can't do it, I'll let you know so you can prompt another. Oh, and keep in mind that I am writing these between other things, when I don't have a big enough block of time to work on larger projects or when I get stuck on the larger projects. Usually, when I have the blocks of time, the larger projects will take precedence.]
[Update 3 - Dec. 13: I posted an NC-17 drabble. All NC-17 and R drabbles are and will be appropriately labeled so you can easily skip them if you wish.]
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Date: 2011-12-09 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 02:40 am (UTC)Here you go - New Year's, Anew: Part 1
Date: 2011-12-09 03:50 am (UTC)A kiss at midnight bodes a good year to come.
Kurt's mother used to tell him this when he'd stay up late with his parents on New Year's Eve. Sometimes Aunt Mildred was there, and she'd bring two or three bottles of champagne and polish at least one off by herself, and then she'd sleep it off in the guestroom and make everyone French toast the next morning. Sometimes, there'd be another family from in town over - a couple times it was Rachel and her dads. And sometimes it was just the three Hummels, watching movies and playing board games until the ball dropped at Times Square.
Whatever the arrangement, midnight was always the same. Kurt's parents would kiss, and then Kurt's mom would lean over and kiss Kurt on the cheek and say, "Happy New Year to the most beautiful boy who ever lived!" and then he would kiss her on the cheek. Then Kurt would move toward his dad, who was invariably sitting on the floor, lift his hat back and kiss his bald spot. If there was anyone else there, Kurt would kiss them, too: Aunt Mildred thought it was most charming when he kissed her on the back of the hand; Rachel's dads accepted pecks on the cheek; Rachel insisted on faire la bise.
Kurt liked it when there were people over on New Year's, because he figured the more people he kissed, the better his year would be.
Then his mother died, and Kurt and his dad started to go to sleep early on New Year's, because it was just easier not to think about the year ahead, about trudging through another 365 days without her.
New Year's, Anew: Part 2
Date: 2011-12-09 03:52 am (UTC)And his father relented.
He kissed every single one of those girls at midnight, starting with Rachel. Once the rest of the girls saw the faire la bise, they lined up for him. And then they lined up for Rachel. And then they just went around the room doing faire la bise with everyone.
There were 9 girls at that party, so Kurt figured it would be a very good year.
It was, and it wasn't. Because at some point during that year, he realized why his dad let him go to a girls' sleepover, and why he could be trusted to do nothing more than cheek-to-cheek kissing with any of them.
After that, the parties all started being co-ed, and he didn't want to go, because he knew that all of the single girls would run up to kiss hi at midnight because he was safe, and he'd rather kiss one of the boys. And, anyway, he wasn't usually invited.
Tonight, though, life has come full circle. He's sitting in his own living room with his dad, and a mother - not his mother, but a mother to him, anyway - and Rachel is there, too, although Kurt's pretty sure she's not going to be insisting on faire la bise with him tonight. She's been making bedroom eyes at Finn all night.
Mercedes is there, too, and Sam and Quinn, and Sugar Motta has been killing them all in Apples to Apples. (Sugar Motta? Who ever thought he'd be friends with Sugar Motta?)
And it makes for a huge room of people to kiss, but the only person Kurt cares about kissing is the one sitting next to him. Sugar Motta may be getting everyone else's green cards, but pretty much the whole night, all of Blaine's have been ending up in Kurt's hands, and vice versa. Santana stopped making wretching noises after the third time it happened.
It's 11:59 and it's funny, because Kurt thought he would be nervous, but he's not. Not nervous to kiss Blaine - although kissing Blaine still does give him butterflies in his stomach a lot of the time - but to kiss Blaine in front of all of these people. Because Kurt is private, and he protects what he has with Blaine so fiercely against the rest of the world. He often thinks, if they were a straight couple, he'd be just as reserved with Blaine in public as he is now, because what they have - people might think they understand it, but they don't. They don't understand what he and Blaine are to each other, and Kurt can't tell them, because he can't put it in words. And he doesn't want people to look at them kiss and think young love and infatuation and sweetness when he is thinking you are my home and completeness.
But the people he's with now, he thinks that maybe they're beginning to understand.
So maybe that's why, when the ball drops at Times Square and he turns to look at Blaine, Kurt forgets everyone else in the room, doesn't worry what they might understand or not understand. Kurt forgets everything when he sees the undulating gold and amber of Blaine's eyes - he will never tire of trying to memorize their beauty - Kurt even forgets how to speak.
Blaine's eyes are crinkling with delight and Blaine whispers, "To another year with you."
"Always," Kurt answers, and then they kiss.
Blaine's lips are familiar and yet, like a new year and all its hope, they are always exhilarating and plump with promise.
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Date: 2011-12-09 04:27 am (UTC)Blaine reads a very old love poem to Kurt
Date: 2011-12-09 05:17 am (UTC)"Okay, that's a promising start," Kurt says. He's sprawled on his stomach across Blaine's bed, examining his fingernails. "But a little redundant. I mean, what else would he kiss with? Do you think it's that clumsy in the original Hebrew?"
"'For your love is better than wine – '"
"Which is saying something, if they like wine as much as you do." Kurt didn't mean that as a jab, but he wonders if it was, so he reaches his hand out and squeezes Blaine's thigh apologetically.
"'Your anointing oils are fragrant – '"
"My what?"
"I think it's like cologne?"
"Oh."
"'Draw me after you, let us make haste. The king has brought me into his chambers.'"
"Now it's getting good."
"'We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine.'"
"Wait. Is this a three-way?"
"I don't know. We never talked about this part of the Bible in Sunday School." Blaine looks down at the page, his brows furrowed. "Okay, and now it gets more confusing. 'Rightly do they love you.' Who's they?"
"Maybe it's a four-way. Or a whole panoply of lovers."
"'I am very dark, but comely – '"
"I don't like the word 'comely.' It sounds like 'homely,' but it means the opposite thing."
Blaine looks up and smiles. That impish, up-to-no-good grin that makes Kurt's stomach coil in delight. "But it has the word 'come' in it," Blaine says. "So it should be easy to remember that it means 'beautiful.'" Blaine closes the book and puts it on the desk behind him.
"And why should I associate the word 'come' with beauty?" Kurt says, running one finger down Blaine's thigh.
Blaine slides onto the bed next to Kurt, "Because" kiss "you" kiss "are" kiss "so" kiss "beautiful" kiss "when" kiss "you" kiss "come."
Kurt turns his face slightly away, and Blaine understands. He touches his lips to Kurt's earlobe and thrills at Kurt's shudder.
"Only when I come?" Kurt whispers, and the teasing in his voice undoes Blaine, makes him wild and desperate with love. "You don't think I'm always beautiful?"
"You are," Blaine says, tugging at Kurt's shirt buttons while continuing to nip at his ear. "You are always" suck "always" lick "always" nibble "beautiful." Blaine drags his tongue down Kurt's neck, eliciting the moan he loves. "When you come, you're resplendent."
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[Author's Note: Blaine is reading from The Song of Solomon, Chapter 1, Revised Standard Version of the Bible. Why? I don't know, except that I used to read and giggle over it with my friends when I was their age. I suppose they could be reading Toni Morrison's Song of Solomon for school or leisure, and want to see if it has anything in common with the biblical poem.
Also, I kind of wanted to keep going, but I have to go to bed. And I promised to keep these short!]
Re: New Year's, Anew: Part 2
Date: 2011-12-09 05:59 am (UTC)Awww! D: D:
Because at some point during that year, he realized why his dad let him go to a girls' sleepover, and why he could be trusted to do nothing more than cheek-to-cheek kissing with any of them.
After that, the parties all started being co-ed, and he didn't want to go, because he knew that all of the single girls would run up to kiss hi at midnight because he was safe, and he'd rather kiss one of the boys. And, anyway, he wasn't usually invited.
Awww! D: D:
And he doesn't want people to look at them kiss and think young love and infatuation and sweetness when he is thinking you are my home and completeness.
OMG I know this feeling.
Blaine's eyes are crinkling with delight and Blaine whispers, "To another year with you."
"Always," Kurt answers, and then they kiss.
Awww! :D :D :D Sorry for not being coherent but that was adorable. ♥
Re: Blaine reads a very old love poem to Kurt
Date: 2011-12-09 06:02 am (UTC)"Because" kiss "you" kiss "are" kiss "so" kiss "beautiful" kiss "when" kiss "you" kiss "come."
Is it weird that I can totally see this happening?
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Date: 2011-12-09 11:15 am (UTC)Re: Blaine reads a very old love poem to Kurt
Date: 2011-12-09 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 04:13 pm (UTC)Re: Blaine reads a very old love poem to Kurt
Date: 2011-12-09 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 04:24 pm (UTC)Re: Blaine reads a very old love poem to Kurt
Date: 2011-12-09 04:24 pm (UTC)I'm not on Tumblr, and won't be joining today (though I really should), so feel free to cut and paste it accompanied by the permalink. Let me know if it gets any legs!
Maybe there needs to be a sequel where Blaine reads the part about Kurt's eyes being like doves, because that line really is sweet. I will always giggle over "your breasts are like fawns," but eyes like doves, I get.
Re: New Year's, Anew: Part 2
Date: 2011-12-09 04:39 pm (UTC)Re: Blaine reads a very old love poem to Kurt
Date: 2011-12-09 04:42 pm (UTC)"Now it's getting good."
"'We will exult and rejoice in you; we will extol your love more than wine.'"
"Wait. Is this a three-way?"
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Date: 2011-12-09 04:51 pm (UTC)Re: Blaine reads a very old love poem to Kurt
Date: 2011-12-09 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-10 02:15 am (UTC)A shiny two dollar bill for you if you have Blaine get into it--just a little bit because he IS Blaine, after all, and courteous is his default setting--with someone over the last can of jellied cranberry sauce (the kind that you slice and maintains the ridges from the can--THE WAY GOD INTENDED) because it is his very favorite thing and the one thing he insists on having against all of Kurt's protestations.
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Date: 2011-12-10 04:32 am (UTC)Re: New Year's, Anew: Part 2
Date: 2011-12-10 01:44 pm (UTC)Re: New Year's, Anew: Part 2
Date: 2011-12-10 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-11 05:00 pm (UTC)and post-finals celebrations.Adorable!sleepy!Kurt
Date: 2011-12-12 10:28 pm (UTC)Just, anything with adorably sleepy Kurt please:)