You might know me as preciousmellow over on livejournal
Mostly I blog about Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel but sometimes I post about other things, like coffee and books and pretty pictures
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Warning: Aliens, disturbing imagery, human experimentation, captivity and generally dark material
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Denial was a place Kurt became all too familiar with. When Blaine first disappeared he knew it was all a misunderstanding. Blaine was lost somewhere. Blaine went somewhere and his phone died. Blaine would show up with that sheepish grin he got when he knew he did something wrong and everything would be explained.
Time passed. Blaine was still gone. Denial kicked in.
24/05/12 @ 05:33pm
tagged as
■ fic: baby blankets
■ sometimes I write things
■ dapperdick
■ I'm tagging you for reasons
■ :D
All I’ve got for you is a little Blaine meltdown, enjoy
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Blaine throws another shirt down in frustration, his closet strewn on the floor around this. Kurt’s fixing his hair in the bathroom, needing to make sure he looks perfect. It is a night devoted to him after all.
“How’s it going, honey?” Kurt’s voice calls and Blaine feels close to snapping, standing only in his boxers in their room, unable to fit into anything. He hadn’t really noticed, his t shirts forming around his steadily expanding belly, his jeans still fitting okay, if not a little snug, under the bump. He hasn’t had to wear anything nice in a long while, hasn’t really realized how much he has grown.
Aliens, disturbing imagery, human experimentation, captivity and generally dark material
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Everything is different now.
Before it had been cold, harsh, painful. Now he there is warmth, soft bedding, voices. Faces. He sees Kurt a lot, his mother. Cooper too and his father. He even thinks he saw Rachel and Kurt’s father. His brain feels fuzzy, confused, like it’s been stuffed full of cotton and he’s not sure what’s happening. He remembers the electricity, the burning table, wonders if that has something to do with it.
Soft hands are on him, moving him around. He lets them because it’s not worth it to protest. He learned that the hard way. This time it’s someone he doesn’t recognize, his mother behind them. He’s not sure how they do it, if it’s a screen like the one in his tube, a mirage, a hallucination. Maybe the creatures have changed their appearance. He doesn’t know, but it makes something uneasy settle in his stomach.
@ 02:39pm
tagged as
■ fic: taken
■ part two
■ read the warnings please
■ sometimes i write things
Disturbing imagery, human experimentation, captivity and generally dark material
find it on my livejournal here
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A year and three months ago Blaine was taken. It was early on a Saturday morning in March, the first warm weekend of the spring, and Blaine decided to go for a run. He strapped on his shoes, texted Kurt good morning with a heart, kissed his mom on the cheek and left the house. Birds were singing and the snow was mostly melted and his mom was humming as she made breakfast for when he came back.
Except he never did.
19/05/12 @ 06:25pm
tagged as
■ sometimes I write things
■ I really don't know what this is
■ read with caution please
I wrote this super late last night and is probably a product of far too many years spent watching The X Files.
Disturbing imagery, human experimentation, captivity and generally dark material
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They let Blaine see. He’s not sure if that makes it better or worse. There’s a screen at the top of his tube, flickering through images of home. Of his mom, his dad, Cooper, Kurt. He’s not sure how it works, but then, he’s not sure how anything works. Not really. Not since he’d been taken.
Abducted.
@ 01:39pm
tagged as
■ fic: lovesong
■ lovesong stuff
■ sometimes I write things
■ woo a really long update
Summary: There’s no urgency, no rushing, just a lingering pleasure, knowing they have now and forever for this. For closeness, for kissing. For naps on the couch and foot massages and songs sung in harmony.
A hate crime leaves Blaine damaged and Kurt refuses to let it bring them down.
Warning: Future fic, brain injuries, brief mentions of blood, blow jobs, riding
13/05/12 @ 08:48pm
tagged as
■ fic: lovesong
■ sometimes I write things
■ short little things
■ muahahaha
Warnings for sadness. You asked for this anon :)
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The door squeaks open, a sliver of yellow light creeping into the room. Blaine blinks awake, aims his gaze at where Kurt’s face would be. It’s not there.
“Daddy?” a timid voice and Blaine redirects his gaze a little lower. Ava stands nervously in the doorway, her small hands clutching a mug tightly.
“Hey baby girl,” Blaine’s voice is rough, tired. He clears his throat. “You can turn on the light.”
Ava reaches up and flicks on the light to the dimmest setting, just enough that he can see her blonde hair, wet from her bath, and her pink nightgown, the one Blaine had gotten her for her birthday last year. She carefully shuts the door behind her and pads across the room to stand beside Blaine’s bed.
“We had pizza for dinner,” she says, keeping her voice just above a whisper.
“Did you?” Blaine asks, pushing himself up onto the pillows against the headboard. Ava nods.
“Papa and I made it ourselves!” she says proudly and Blaine smiles at her. “I wanted to bring you some but papa said you weren’t feeling good today, so I brought you tea instead.”
