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multimetaverse · 3 years

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HSMTMTS 2x07 Review

The Field Trip was a campy ep that recaptured some of the charm of S1. Let’s dig in!

S2 has often struggled with taking itself too seriously but finally we got some good campy fun that reminded me of why S1 was so great. North High finally come into their own as villains. The Howie reveal was very well done, poor Kourtney inadvertently being the source of the leaks. I can’t tell if Antoine’s accent is bad on purpose or not but he was funny tonight when he dragged Big Red and I loved how forward he was with Ashlyn. It’s good that the trio of new characters finally feel like they’re part of a larger plot rather than being somewhat random additions to the cast.

Lily continues to act like she’s on Glee which is exactly the right energy for the role. The stick to the stuff you know line was great as was Seb’s bop to the top retort. North High clearly won the dance off though Gina being in a skirt limited her. Lily was doing it with bad intentions but she was absolutely right that the rose song was a dig at Ricky and didn’t fit the musical and that they’d be disqualified for performing it. Miss Jenn should have already known they’d be disqualified for adding it and Ricky should have already been able to tell that the song was about him. I think it’s more and more likely that Lily is the party crasher who Ricky re-evaluates in 2x12 and she could well be the unexpected face time call he gets in 2x10.

It took 7 eps but we finally got an ep where Gina wasn’t upset over Ricky and thank god for that; the constant angst was sucking the life out of her plot. Of course, the reason she wasn’t going through it is because she was spending her time with EJ. I think this ep should put to rest any notion of Portwell just being platonic. Some people are still clinging to Matt’s interview where he refers to EJ and Gina as friends but he was clearly being misleading, even if nothing else happens it’s clear that Gina is not just a friend to EJ. I’ve seen people try and claim that Gina and EJ are like siblings with each other or that they’re practically related because Gina is roommates with EJ’s cousin as if there’s some sort of Westermarck effect by proxy but family members don’t pretend to be dating.

The morning show was a lot of fun and the fake dating was cute. In contrast to the last time they fake dated back in 1x05 we can see how much happier and more comfortable they are with each other now. Notably they had EJ circle back to it well after it happened which led to Gina’s line about everything going back to normal which is a tell that everything has not gone back to normal for them. We can see EJ’s inherent goofiness shining through with the Risotto inside joke they now have. Much like Joshaya on GMW there are valid reasons to not go ahead with the ship, although Portwell doesn’t have the creepiness or borderline illegality of Joshaya, but the chemistry between the characters is real and can’t be ignored.

Rini hurtles towards a breakup which could come as soon as next ep. Hard to tell if Ricky was in denial or just too stupid to understand the songs meaning. I'd prefer the former since a 17 year old would have to lack basic comprehension skills to not understand that the lyrics were a thinly veiled attack on him.

Nini trying to claim it was just a song at the end was disingenuous, she didn’t want Ricky to hear it for a reason. Her deciding to use her given name Nina for her music account is obviously meant to symbolize her independence from Ricky since he first gave her that nickname back in the first grade. However, it makes Ricky seem like some malign influence on her basically her entire life when it’s not like he forced her to go by Nini or prevented her from going back to Nina during the 10 odd years of their friendship/relationship together.

Miss Jenn and Zachie were fun but such a risk on his part to steal the mask, that’s trespassing and theft and a sure disqualification not to mention the very real risk of being criminally charged. The door is now closed on Jike and Jachie and the path for Jazarra is open.

Rouge Grand was funny but I hope this Redlyn angst isn’t dragged out too long.

Mob song wasn’t good, the skrillex beat drop was not needed. Around You was good though. I just noticed that Tim abandoned, or was forced to by covid, his plan to have 3 songs per ep instead of 2 which is for the best I think.

Looking Ahead:

Looks like next week will be a big one for Portwell and EJ in general. We get Gaston, career day with EJ’s dad, and then EJ hanging with Gina and helping her knit which is very domestic. I’d bet if you showed that clip of them knitting to someone who had never seen the show they’d assume the character were dating. So it looks like Mr. Caswell has bought EJ’s way into Duke which is no longer EJ’s dream, if it ever was.

As I said last week, there’s a clear path forward for Portwell to get together in the season finale and next ep will probably take a big step towards making it happen. We have the chemistry, we’ve gotten moments between them, and we know EJ’s feelings, we just need Gina to recognize her budding feelings for EJ. I think Gina running into Jack at the airport in 2x09 will help her clear her head on what she wants and a part of that will be whether she still wants to try and be with Ricky or does she want to take a chance with EJ.

Obviously S3 will almost certainly leave Portwell in the dust in order to do Rina for a bit which will piss off a lot of fans but Tim’s screwed himself over here; there’s really no way that this series ends without a large chunk of the audience being bitterly disappointed over who’s endgame. Love triangles are a done to death trope but they typically involve some minor characters who can written off once the triangle is over, not main characters who have to be in every ep no matter what.

More Redlyn angst next week as well as the wildcats being benched for a week due to trespassing at North High.

A lot of people think that the show is having Nini get into songwriting because of Olivia’s success but the scripts would have been written before she released Driver’s License and shot to stardom. She’s also still contracted for two more seasons though she’d clearly leave before that if Disney would let her.

The Rini treehouse scene could well be the breakup, gotta go my own way would fit well if that’s the case. This is another area where Tim needs to tread carefully. He can’t have Rini hate each other or avoid each other for the remaining 20 odd eps of the series but also can’t fully close the door on them since he’ll almost certainly have Rini be endgame as they graduate from East High at the end of S4.

At this point it seems pretty unrealistic that East High would win the Menkies but this is a tv show so who knows. There’s one big song left that would work for some of the couples they, Something There, which could work for Portwell, Howell, or Rina so we’ll see if we get it.

2x07 marks the last of the clips we saw in the original S2 trailer so we’re largely flying blind now.

Until next week wildcats.

#HSMTMTS #Portwell #Rini #Redlyn #Gina Porter #EJ Caswell #Nini Salazar-Roberts #Ricky Bowen #Big Red #Ashlyn Caswell #HSMTMTS Reviews

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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years

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The Bitter Cold

Ross Poldark x Reader

Words: 2464

Summary: After visiting family, the reader and her son borrow her father’s carriage to return to Nampara, where Ross awaits to spend the long winter holiday with his wife and son. However, when the carriage is damaged mid journey and far from any settlement, the ice and snow provide anything but a holiday.

Notes: Yes, I've written another Ross Poldark drama imagine. I don't know why I enjoy putting him through these situations, but here we go. I also thought it would be interesting to write the reader as a mother. Enjoy and don’t forget to leave replies!

“Can we stay longer, Mama?” William tugged at the skirt of your dress and you looked down at him with a smile. “I want to see the ponds freeze over.” You crouched down to his level and looked at him lovingly. Only five years old and he was quite the explorer.

“What about dear Papa?” You wondered, brushing a dark curl out of William’s face. “Don’t you think he would miss us?” William looked at the ground.

“I miss papa.” He sighed. You stood and took his hand.

“Then we must return home.” As the two of you began to board the carriage, your mother rushed towards you from the house. You laughed. “Mother, we’ve already said our goodbyes. We must leave so we can arrive before dark.”

“I know, I know.” She said, placing a hand on your arm. “I just came to instruct Mark to watch the skies. Your father believes it may snow.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“And how could he know that?” You both snickered and your mother shrugged.

“You know how he is.” She pulled you into her arms for one last hug. “Now go tell my son-in-law I better see him soon. I miss his handsome face.” William poked his head out from behind you. Your mother grinned. “He’s almost as handsome as you.” William giggled, placing a kiss on his grandmother’s cheek.

“Goodbye!” He exclaimed, now happily thinking about reuniting with his father. You told your mother to wish a joyous Christmas to the rest of your family and Mark finished preparing the horses.

William gazed wistfully out the window as you passed fields and flowers. You, in turn, watched outside your heart yearning for your husband’s smile, for his kiss and his touch. You wondered what Ross had been doing to busy himself these past few weeks while you and William were away. Perhaps he didn’t even notice your absence.

“You look tired.” Dwight noticed, sitting across from his friend as they ate stale bread and drank the last of Ross’ rum.

“I’ve been busy in the fields and helping Zachy fix Jinny’s roof before the first snowfall,” Ross replied with a sigh. Truthfully, he found as much work as he could to distract himself from the quiet.

“It’s okay to miss them, you know?” Dwight gave his old friend an amused smile. “How long has it been now, two weeks?”

“Three.” Ross corrected, finishing his glass. “But I have survived perfectly well without them. Besides, Y/N and William return this evening.” Dwight chuckled.

“I will be glad to see them return. Perhaps then you will make better company.” He teased, standing up. “I should go and tend to my own wife. Caroline bores easily when she’s alone.” Ross gave him a small smile as a farewell before he was left alone again. He used to enjoy the peaceful silence of Nampara. But after having the noise of a rambunctious young boy and a wife whose laugh rang out like a bell, he found the quiet to be less of a comfort and more of a disturbance. He was very glad that Y/N and William would be home soon.

While he spent the afternoon tending to the fields, you gazed up at the sky. The clouds were a cold grey and covered the entire sky. You still had several hours left on your journey and you started to worry about your father’s prediction of snow. Mark was a new coachman, raised in London. He likely new very little about driving in the snow. However, it rarely snowed in Cornwall, so you had fairly little to worry about.

“How much longer, Mama?” William asked, growing impatient. “I want to show Papa the stones that Grandfather gave me.”

“We won’t arrive until after nightfall, my love.” You put a hand on his cheek. “Why don’t you rest? That way you won’t be tired for your father when we get home.” He nodded and laid his head against the wall of the carriage. You decided to do the same and ignored the gnawing feeling of worry.

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but you were violently awakened by the carriage shaking and jolted to a stop. William hit his head and began to cry. You held onto him to comfort him and Mark came around to the door.

“What’s happened?” You asked. He blew out a breath.

“The wheel has broken, Miss.” He motioned down and you saw the splintered wood.

“Where’s Papa?” William sniveled.

“How far from Nampara are we?” You desperately hoped that home was near, but you were left disappointed.

“I’m afraid we’ve still an hour or so left.” Mark grimaced. “I’ll have to ride into town and find someone to fix it.”

“And what of us?” There was only one horse and the three of you certainly wouldn’t fit.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He released the horse from the carriage and mounted its saddle.

“Ride quickly Mark.” You pleaded.

“Why aren’t we going home?” William’s cheeks still wet with tears.

“It looks like we’ll have to wait a while longer.” You brought him into a hug to calm him, though the soft white flakes floating down from the sky put your nerves even more on edge. The air was growing colder and the snow fell faster and thicker. “Ride quickly Mark.” You repeated, muttering to yourself as if it were a prayer.

Ross watched the snow fall with a grim expression. Y/N and William should have been back by now. He worried that they’d been stopped by the snow. He hadn’t seen snow in Cornwall like this for several winters past. He wondered if they’d stopped in Truro. If he hurried, he could make it to town before the blizzard fully set in. If they were there, they could stay at the Red Lion for the night.

He road swiftly into Truro, the freezing air biting at his face. When he reached the tavern, he hoped to see his father-in-law's carriage outside, but none seemed familiar. Though, there was a horse whose saddle had a carving in the leather- the first letter of Y/N’s maiden name. He quickly entered the tavern and searched for the face of his wife or son. But the Red Lion was fairly empty, with a small gathering in one corner and a younger man sitting alone, drinking far too much ale. He found the owner and asked if he had seen Y/N.

“She hasn’t been in, but that boy over there mentioned something about driving the coach for a young woman and her son. He said he was going to lose his job for leaving Mr. Y/L/N’s daughter in the snow.” He pointed to the lone boy and Ross walked over to him with an expression that would put the fear of God in any man.

“Where. Are. They?” He growled deeply, sliding the ale off of the table.

“Who are you?” The boy squeaked.

“Ross Poldark.” The boy’s eyes grew wider.

“Y-your C-Captain Poldark?” He stood up to try and escape, but Ross pushed him back into the chair. “I meant to go back, I swear.”

“You left them?” Ross boomed.

“The wheel of the carriage broke and I came here to find someone to fix it. By then, the snow had started and no one would travel and I didn’t know what to do and now I’m going to lose my job-” He was stopped by a sudden strike to his cheek.

“You left my wife and son in a blizzard.” Ross’ temper was reaching murderous levels. “They could die out there.”

“I didn’t know what to do!” The boy defended.

“Where are they?” Ross yanked him out of his seat. “How long have they been out there?”

“A few hours, maybe…” He avoided Ross’ gaze, looking ashamed.

“A few hours!” Ross exclaimed. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? They will freeze.” Ross felt the panic rising in his chest. He dragged the boy outside. “Take me to them.” His mind conjured the worst visions. William’s face, frostbitten and framed with icy black hair. Y/N’s lips- the ones he’d give anything to kiss again- turned blue. Maybe he was already too late.

While he hurried his horse into action, you clung to William, wrapping him in your own cloak to keep him warm.

“I’m so cold, Mama.” He cried, his breath turning to a white cloud in front of him.

“I know, sweetheart.” You tried to comfort him, but there was little you could do. Where was Mark? You prayed that he would appear, but with the winter storm outside, you knew he wouldn’t be coming back. Bare and freezing, your arms were pale and weak, holding onto your son as you both shivered. Mark had been gone for nearly two hours and no one dared travel in this weather. You were trapped in an icy tomb. You felt helpless.

“When can I show Papa my treasures?” William asked.

“Soon, Will.” You felt yourself choke on your words. A promise that you couldn’t keep. The glass of the carriage window had frozen over from the inside, the icy crystals blocking your view of the outside. You couldn't see the dark figures cutting through the white storm, riding frantically towards the carriage.

“There!” Mark yelled, pointing at the snow-covered carriage. Ross’ horse trudged through the snow until Ross jumped down, running as quickly as his feet allowed. He tried to look in the window, but the frost completely obscured his view. The door had frozen shut and Ross had to use all of his strength to pull it open.

You jumped at the sudden sound and the rush of freezing air. At first, the voices meshed together, muttering words you couldn’t understand. But when the blur of white revealed the face of your husband, you almost thought that you were dreaming.

“Y/N,” His voice was warm, and though his voice alone could not restore heat to your skin, it relit the flame inside.

“Take William first.” You kept your son wrapped in your cloak and Ross picked him up. Despite being very cold, William grinned at the sight of his father.

“Papa!” His excitement caused him to start coughing and Ross draped a blanket that he’d taken from the Red Lion over him.

“You’ve done well protecting your mother, now I need you to stay with this man while I help her.” Ross handed him to Mark, giving the young man a deadly warning look.

“Ross,” You sighed happily, wanting to reach out to him, to kiss his face and take him in your arms. But you could hardly move. As Ross touched your arm, his fingers burned and your body flinched away.

“My God,” He gasped. You were as cold as death. He quickly shed his coat and put it around your shoulders.

“No, Ross, you’ll grow cold without it.” You fussed, but he ignored your objection and lifted you up, keeping you close to his warm body.

“It is better I grow cold than you freeze to death, now put it on.” He ordered gently. You weakly put on the coat and he carried you to his horse. He instructed Mark to follow him to Dr. Enis’ house, holding you tight to him as the four of you rode through the blizzard. You clung to his warmth, desperate to escape the cold air. William still looked cold, but the color had returned to his cheeks and he seemed somewhat content.

The journey to Dwight was agonizingly slow and many times Ross feared that they would be lost to the storm. But he persisted. While without his coat, his shirt froze and stuck to his skin, it was nothing compared to the porcelain white your face and arms had become. As he had feared, your lips had a bluish tint and snowflakes clung to your eyelashes.

“How is William?” He shouted over to Mark, wishing that he could have taken both of you instead of entrusting his son to the very person who deserted him.

“I’m alright, Papa!” William responded though Ross could see him shiver. They were getting worse with every minute that passed.

After an hour of icy torment, the Penvenen house stood out from the white landscape.

“Dwight!” Ross kicked the door with his foot, both of his arms wrapped around you. “Dwight!” He shouted again. The door opened suddenly.

“What in-” Dwight began, but Ross pushed past him, followed by Mark. “What happened?”

“Their carriage broke and this idiot decided to leave them in the storm,” Ross growled, motioning towards Mark as he set you down on Dwight’s carpet, close to the fireplace. Mark placed William beside you.

“Caroline,” Dwight called out to his wife. “Get them some tea and blankets. We need to keep them warm.”

“We shouldn’t trouble them.” You whispered. Ross ran a hand through your hair.

“Hush, my love.” He knelt in between the two of you, keeping one hand on William’s shoulder and the other rubbing circles on your back.

“How long were they out?” Dwight asked and Mark’s eyes dropped to his feet.

“Including the time it took us to find them and take them here… about four hours.”

“Dear God,” Caroline exclaimed, quickly bringing the items Dwight asked for. Ross and Dwight bundled you and William in blankets and gave you the hot tea.

“Will they be alright?” Ross asked his friend, his hand gripping yours tightly.

“He seems to be fine…” Dwight lowered his voice. “She appears much worse.” Ross’ heart dropped. By saving William, you sacrificed your own chances. Dwight put a reassuring hand on Ross’ shoulder. “But she should recover.”

He sighed with relief, moving his hand to your cheek.

“Did you hear him? He said you’re both going to be alright.” He smiled, despite the fear that still sat within him.

“You have to write to my family.” You told him softly. “Tell them that we made it home.” Ross turned back to Mark with a dark glance.

“I will write and tell them what happened.”

Mark gulped and walked over to the window, his guilt weighing down his shoulders.

“He is young.” You started meekly, giving your husband a small smile. “Don’t punish him too harshly.” Ross lifted your hand to his lips, placing a warm kiss to your palm. Your skin was still pale, but some slight color began to return.

“Alright.” He laid down with the two of you and William curled up next to him. It was going to be a long and difficult winter. But you had each other and that was enough to warm even the coldest of hearts.

#ross poldark x reader #on the second day of christmas...#poldark christmas #aidan turner #merry christmas #twelve days of imagines

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crazedlunatic · 5 years

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Nick’s Social Media Presence

“Nick. You’ve got to stop.”

“Stop what, father dearest?” Nick looked at Kurt, blinking innocently.

“Monday you mouthed off a politician over Twitter.” Blaine said, sitting down at the table.

“Bob offered to take me on a book shopping spree for that… I turned him down. Only because I’ve got so many I haven’t read, though. It’s socially unacceptable for Bob to do it with his career but he’s super proud.” Nick grinned.

Kurt covered his face. “Sit down, Nick.”

“No. We are not sitting at the table. I have a not-date tonight. By that I mean she probably thinks it’s a date and I know it’s not one.” Nick said.

“Not to mention you commenting on the rumor of an affair between your father and Alec.” Kurt sighed.

“Okay, that was just funny.” Blaine looked at Kurt.

“He literally tagged Alec on a picture post in Instagram with a picture of Alec holding him when he was seven and captioned it ‘Are you my new Daddy?’

“And?”

“And Eric posted this fake video of a monologue about how I ruined his life. Have you watched it yet, Kurt?” Blaine asked.

“Blaine. We are supposed to be a unit.” Kurt glared. “How is any of this funny?”

“If he wasn’t your son, you would think it was funny.”

“Yeah, you guys missed the single unit parenting fifteen years ago. Sorry.” Nick shrugged although he did sit down. “You two are complete opposites. It’s kind of hilarious but also kind of annoying.”

“Nicholas,” Kurt began.

“Oh God.” Nick rolled his eyes.

“Ha! Told you they were down here whispering so that meant a talk about your social media presence.” Zach snorted, coming in.

“You need a haircut!” Kurt pointed at Zach..

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I scheduled one for Tuesday.” Zach said and then muttered to where he thought only Blaine could hear, “Tuesday five years from now.”

“I heard that, Zachy. Also do you go an hour without eating?” Kurt sighed.

“Uh, nope. That’s why you called me Munchie when I was little.” Zach said. “Which is still better than Pooh Bear.”

“But he looked like Robin.” Blaine said.

“I did.” Nick agreed.

“Also, you.” Kurt pointed at Zach.

“Me?”

“I did not appreciate you posting that picture of Blaine and I when we were seventeen and eighteen.” Kurt glared.

“Well your 8 million followers did.” Zach said before heading up the stairs.

“Haircut!” Kurt called.

“Mind yo business!” Zach called back.

“Can we get this over with?” Nick asked sweetly.

“Look. I know you think you’re being funny—”

“Daddy, I am being funny and the people love me.”

“We know everybody loves you.” Kurt said slowly. “It’s about the fact that you’re reacting and it’s blowing up. If you just ignored it instead of mouthing back, it would go away. Like when they were saying I was a bad father. You shouldn’t have gone off like that. I love that you want to take care of me. It’s very sweet but I don’t want any extra attention on you. You, Zach, and Soph.”

“I mean, I don’t have a problem with the funny stuff.” Blaine said. “But when it comes to personal stuff like comments about us or the family or family friends… You have to be careful, Nick. If you say the wrong thing, somebody could hurt you.”

“And for the love of God, do not say anything political. It’s election time and people are freaking crazy right now.” Kurt added.

“So you’re okay with me posting pictures when you were teens, pictures of myself, or funny stuff but not important stuff?” Nick deadpanned.

Sophie came in, literally walking as she read a book.

“Count—er.” Blaine winced.

“Crap.” Sophie grumbled and put her book down. She then looked at all three of them and beamed. “Is this chat about Twitter or Instagram?”

“Yeah! They’re telling me how hilarious I am.” Nick nodded.

“It was so funny! My history teacher gets notifications. She looked at it during a test and cracked up.” Sophie said excitedly.

Kurt covered his face with his hand.

“You totally should have posted the prom picture, though, Nicky.” Sophie sat down next to Nick.

“I thought about that actually. Or the one from Disney World when we were little. Or the picture that looks like they’re being sweet and whispering to each other but Daddy was really angry and threatening to kill him!”

“Oh, what about the picture when Dad was on FMLA and his hair grew out.”

“Yes! And he and Zach are sitting there and you to look like three times to tell who is who!”

“The question is does Dad look young or does Zach look old?” Sophie wondered out loud.

“I could totally find one of the pictures of Daddy and Zach helping at the humane society when we were younger, too. You know, the one where Zach had crawled into the raccoon cage to ‘play’ with it and Daddy’s looking horrified while the vet is trying to get him to come out?”

Nick opened his phone, was on it ten seconds, and closed it.

Seconds later, both Blaine and Kurt’s phone started to ding.

“NICK!”

“GOTTA GO! BYE!” Nick scurried out and called behind him, “Love you long time!”

Blaine had his head on the table cushioned by his arms as he laughed hysterically.

“I think the twins’ goals in life are to put me in an early grave.” Kurt huffed. “Twin boys.”

#wbuct drabble #wbuct prompt #nick

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yoitsseavey · 6 years

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Finally | Z.H.

Request: hiyaaa can I have a Zach imagine where you go to the airport to pick the boys up and you take Zach home and he's all adorable and sleepy?

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The time showed 09.30 pm. They should've already been here.

I impatiently tap my foot on the floor of the airport, looking around for any sign of my best friends.

They are returning from their wold tour (they're a band) and I'm supposed to take them home. I can't wait to see them yet their flight is obviously late.

I sigh, dropping my gaze to the new Vans I bought. I thought they were pretty cute and actually Zach owned a same pair of these. We would be couple goals.

I mean, not that we're a couple or anything. Best friends goals, I mean!

"(Y/N)!" I hear a familiar voice shout which snaps me out of my thoughts about Zach- I means Vans.

I look up, a wide grin spreading over my face when seeing five boys walking in my direction looking all cool and chill but at the same time happy but at the same time really tired.

"Guys!" I squeal, running to the first one I noticed which was Corbyn. "Corbean! I missed you! Everything was deffinitely boring without your space facts." I joke, tightening my arms around him.

"I bet!" he exclaimed, making me laugh.

I pull away and climb on my tip toes to hug Jonah. "Have you gotten taller? What did they feed you in the Netherlands?" I question, pulling away to incredulously eye him up and down.

He sticks out his tongue playfully, letting me hug Daniel next. "Missed ya, sunshine." I kiss his cheek before ruffling Jack's hair and giving him a hug too. And then I see him.

His flushed cheeks (natural) and cute smile absorb my mind the second I see him. "Zach." I say, smiling when he opens his arms wide for me to hug him.

I decide to play with him and shake my head before turning around about to walk away. Just as I'm about to follow Corbyn out, a pair of strong arms wraps around my waist and lifts me up, causing me to squeal and giggle.

"Zach!" I let out through a laugh before he puts me down and turns me around to face him.

"Where's my hug?" he asks with his puppy eyes and his trembling lip.

"Ugh!" I fake a groan and wrap my arms around his neck while he wraps his around my waist.

I missee these hugs. I adore these hugs.

"I missed you." he whispers in my ear, probably not wanting me to actually hear it but I did.

I turn my head a bit to kiss his cheek but stay in his arms. "I missed you too, Zachary."

We all climbed in my jeep and loaded it with their suitcases. "Who's first?" I start the engine and realize Daniel lives the closest to the airport. "Danny boy, right?"

He nods his head excitedly, looking through the window like a five-year-old child. "So, how was tour? How was Europe?"

"Amazing!" Jack shouts from the back. "You deffinitely need to visit that place."

"I wish I could," I laugh it off. "What country was your favourite?" I ask, hoping I'm not annoying them with the questions 'cause I know they're tired but I can't help but be curious.

"France." Jonah answers with a nod.

"Italy," Daniel smiles brightly, probably remembering the fun times spent there.

"England all the way." Jack says matter-of-factly while fixing his hair like he does every five minutes.

"I liked Germany." Corbyn replies while having his eyes glued to his phone. Probably texting Christina. The two are inseperable.

"What about you Zach?" I question with furrowed eyebrows, searching for him in the rearmirror, noticing how he hasn't replied.

"I didn't like any of the countries." he answers, tiredness evident in his voice. My eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Why?!"

None of the boys seemed to realize his answer because they were either trapped in their toughts or already asleep.

"'Cause you weren't with me."

My cheeks flush more than his, my heart starts dancing around my rib cage while butterflies immitate its moves.

"For real, Zach?" I laugh it off again, asking him seriously.

"I'm for real." he answers in a dull tone, making me know he's serious. But also exhausted.

I only smile, not knowing how else to respond to that.

Last house was Zach's.

He groans realizing we have arrived and that he had to actually exit the car. "No one's home," he sighs noticing the darkness of the house, "they're at grandma's, a town away."

I nod my head, helping him with his suitcase and bags.

"Can you take me inside? I'm too tried." Zach leans his forehead on my shoulder, causing me to let out a loud laugh.

"C'mon, Zachy boy."

I take one of his bags and walk up to his door, waiting for him to unlock.

We enter the house, encountering deadly silence.

"Wanna stay over?" Zach gives me an adorable smile, hope sparkling in his beautiful eyes.

"I mean, I could..." I trail off, making him approach me slowly and wrap his arms around my waist.

"Cuddle me until I fall asleep?"

"I could." I boop his nose, letting him lead me up to his bedroom. Zach and I often did these things which made people think we're dating.

But we're not.

Unfortunately.

He opens his wardarobe and chuckles noticing how it's mostly empty since everything's packed up. "Here." he gives me a random hoodie of his while he decides to sleep in his boxers.

He gets under the cover and pats the spot next to him.

I take of my clothes and hurriedly put on his hoodie even though Zach has seen me a couple of times already.

I glance at him and find him staring at me in an adoring way. I hide back a smile and lie next to him. "How much did you miss me while on tour?" I dare to ask, bitting my lower lip.

"Quite a lot." he admits nonchalantly getting closer to me and wrapping an arm around my waist. I smile and nuzzle my head in his neck while he plays with my hair. "Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Hm?" I look up and suddenly feel his lips on mine.

Fucking.

Finally.

#zach herron #why don't we #why don't we imagines #corbyn besson #jonah marais #daniel seavey #jack avery #christina marie #corbina #beauty chickee #jatum #jabbie #hooked #trust fund baby

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jesslxox-blog · 6 years

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Confession •Zach Herron

Description • when Zach is at home song writing while all his friends are out partying. He gets a straing phone call form Y/n who he thought hated him . When she sees him she’s confesses something she never thought he would

Warnings • mention of alcohol and drugs

A single word somehow holding a million unspoken admissions. Everyone has something they want to confess, no matter if it be small and insignificant, or whether it be something so monumental and with such a great impact is shakes the world as you know it. No one is free of secrets, some they will never tell, and some they don't want to keep. Depending on who you were, it was either fortunate or dangerously unfortunate that in , secrets weren't secrets for long.

It was 2:13am, moments were passing by in seconds as he became absorbed in the latest song. It was rendered all the more important now he had been called boring , and subsequently been lied for. It wasn't just his neck on the line if this idea slipped by, Corbyn and Daniel we're in trouble too, and that was unacceptable to him. So he sat in the dark, having commandeered his couch,typing out the words running through his mind at a speed almost faster than light, with laser focus.

Focus that was apparently dependant on lack of distraction, it shattered the moment his phone started buzzing against the bedside table, vibrating closer to the edge. He ignored it, let it ring out... The first time.

And the second.

And the third.

On the first called, when the vibration started he stared at the three words he'd forced out since the first call had broken his concentration and growled. He reached over and snatched his mobile from the table top, pushing his laptop to the side.

4 missed calls

12 text messages

2 voicemails

All from Daniel.

Zach sighed in frustration, an evening spent crafting a song wasn't what his friends considered thrilling on a Saturday and so they'd all attended a party at Y/n's house.

Not that his concrete decision had deterred his friends from attempting to convince him into attend , a plight that had continue even tonight, on the night of the party. They'd even pestered him a few hours into the parties commencement, but that had all stopped well before 11 and had only now re-emerged, with all 12 messages being some misspelled variation of "come to the party". He assumed some high level of alcohol consumption had contributed to the sudden eagerness of his friend to force him out of the house. Still, with his concentration all but non-existent now, he played the first voice mail.

"ZACHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" The deafening volume of the voice made him flinch, but what struck him most was that it wasn't the voice of his childhood playmate Daniel,so much as it was the drunken shrieking of someone he had never expected, "IT'S, UH, Y/N. YOU KNOW Y/N! I STOLE DANNYS PHONE BECAUSE HE WAS TRYING TO TEXT ANGI AND I SAID 'NO, NO, NO' BECAUSE I KNOW THAT'S A BAD IDEA BECAUSE I KNOW SHE USED TO BE IN LOOOOOVE WITH HIM!" she sung loudly into the receiver, her voice bubbling with intoxication. "SO HERE I AM, ON HIS PHONE, TALKING TO YOU MISTER HERON BECAUSE I WANTED TO AND YOUR NUMBER WAS FIRST! BUT ANYWAY I WANTED TO TELL YOU THA-" The line went silent as the message timed out. Zach sat in complete and unadulterated confusion as he tried to figure it out. Y/N hated him, as far as he could tell, and even a person as unobservant as Jonah had pointed it out before. As far as the boy could remember, he'd done nothing to deserve her distaste but every interaction he'd had with her, however short, had ended in her rudeness and him walking away dumbfounded. So, why on earth had she called him, and what could she possibly have to tell him? And most importantly, when did she start calling him 'zachy'?

Both questions had him immediately playing the second messages for answers, "zach, can you please answer the phone." Her voice had changed, the calls were two minutes apart and the tone of her voice had jumped from an elevated carelessness to something quiet and almost fearful. What prompted even further questioning was the fact that the message ended there, simple and enigmatic as this girl was mounting to be, when an hour ago he would believe that she simply hated him.

One thing was sure, no matter how she felt about him or how he felt about her, after the final message, he needed to make sure she was at least okay. He redialled the number, standing to pace the small room as he waited for an answer, and soon enough he received one. "Zach !" Daniels voice was slurred and abrupt, again causing the raven haired boy to flinch away from his phone, "What's up?!"

"Y/N called me from your phone." He explained, slowing his words ever so slightly to be clear enough for his friend to understand through his inebriation, "She sounded upset, is she okay?"

"Y/N called you?" Dani snickered slightly, "That's so weird because I was sure that she just hated you, like really really loathed you, like absolutely-"

"Yeah, I get it, Dan." Zach cut him off, sounding slightly frustrated by the musical prodigy .

"Right, well, she's shitfaced, basically and now she's dancing on a table singing Beyoncé, oh... Oh she took her shirt off." He replied, slurring every word over a single syllable, "Can you come get her? I think she's ready to go home." He giggled quietly, he didn't wait for a response from Zach , and the line went dead as soon as he'd finished the question.

"I guess so." Zach sighed heavily, staring at himself in the darkened screen of his phone, he was in his pyjamas, his hair was a mess from his fingers combing through it every five seconds to keep it from falling into his face, and he decided that he wouldn't change however, she'd probably be too drunk to care anyway.

So at 2:45am Zach Herron staggered downstairs and grabbed the keys to His moms car from the counter, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to relieve some of the tension in his back. It was freezing, it had been bleak weather at best for weeks and this night was no different, the cold mist that fell before rain stuck to his skin as soon as he walked outside and in the few steps it took to get to the truck he was already chilled to his bones. He started the engine and sat in the car for a while, breathing deeply as the heater kicked in and started to warm him, by the time he pulled out of the driveway he'd warmed up again but the tiredness that had been creeping up on him for hours was setting in with the warmth.

The drive between His house and Daniels was surprisingly lengthy, or perhaps it was the late hour and the sleepy haze that was setting in on the writer, either way he arrived eventually and stopped outside. He could hear the music shaking the floor boards of the house, the sound flowing from what seemed to be an over excessive amount of speakers. There were a few drunken teenagers milling around on the front lawn, smoking, or talking, or emptying their stomachs after one to many shots.

Did he want to walk into the house right now? Definitely not.

Was he going to? Unfortunately yes.

And why? All for the sake of a girl he didn't know and who didn't like him.

As he approached, the music only get louder and louder, the smell of alcohol became near overpowering, and the heat of too many bodies crammed into one space washed over him as he opened the door to the crowded living room. Almost every person from the school that he could remember seeing was jammed into that space, dancing against each other, it might have looked fun if it didn't look so depraved. He tried to locate Y/N before entering the crowd and when he did he couldn't decide whether it was a good or bad thing, on one had she was easy to spot and she wasn't dancing against anyone he'd have to pull her away from, on the other hand, she was dancing on a table in a shirt jersey that wasn't hers. Great.

Weaving through the familiar bodies, he got halfway to her and got blocked by a couple who couldn't seem to breathe without their lips attached, he stood idle in the sea of people, his eyes glued to her swaying figure under a cloud of marijuana so he didn't lose her in the crowd. Or at least that was part of the reason. If he were to be entirely truthful (which he would admit he never really was), he would admit that he'd be observing her for a while now, if you asked him why he'd give the same reason he gave for observing anyone, but that wouldn't explain the way he'd always gravitated towards her. How unfortunate that the girl that had interested him for so long, also happened to be someone who despised him. Her treatment of him didn't enter his mind now, however, as he watched her swing her hips to the beat of an unknown song that was playing too loud, her hair was wild and so were her eyes as she swayed and sang to the ceiling like the gods were listening. For anyone else he'd be certain they weren't listening, but for her, they might.

He was removed from his little trance when someone pushed passed him, almost knocking him into several other people who honestly wouldn't have cared, but it distracted him enough to allow him to keep pushing through people to get the edge of the table where she was dancing, "Y/N!" He was sure his voice was being drowned out by the music, he reached out and grabbed her hand gently as it moved by him, and she looked down and smiled so bright the room must have gotten three times brighter.

"Zachy !" She called over the music, getting down off the table rather ungracefully, stumbling as soon as her feet his the ground, her only stability coming from the boy in front of her, his arms around her waist to keep her upright, "You're stronger than you look." She complimented, tapping the end of his nose softly with one finger as he'd already started heading towards the door, his hand finding hers to pull her towards the exit.

There wasn't a response from him, all his focus was on getting himself and her out of there uninjured and moderately unscathed, she seemed to be walking okay behind him but as soon as they were outside he turned to her, concerned eyes tracing every feature of her to make sure she was okay. "Are you alright?" He asked, lifting her arms to check she was okay.

"I'm fine." Her voice was quiet and gentle now, away from the music and the people, he smiled involuntarily. Zach had never heard her voice quite like that, he liked it on her.

"Come on, let's go." He mumbled, taking her hand again and leading her away towards Moms car.

"Car theft," she said simply, smirking a little as she climbed into the vehicle and snuggled comfortably into the seat, Zach jumped in the other side, looking over at her drunk and tired eyes, "and all for me? What a gentleman you are." She whispered, his breath caught slightly in his throat and his heart did something odd in his chest as he tried to respond. He didn't. He simply started the car and pulled out on to the empty road.

"Where do you live?" He asked, shifting nervously in his seat.

"The next street over from Daniels ," She responded, distant, in her own world, or, in other words, completely drunk, "all the way at the end of the street, in the white house with the big dark roof and the little red door." She sung to herself, her attention focused out the window.

"Are you feeling alrig-" He began, but she cut him off, speaking again in her distant gentle voice that he was beginning to really like.

"Everything goes so fast," She hummed, tracing her name in the fog on the window, "nothing ever slows down to let you catch up, and you end up running so fast breathing feels like sandpaper in your lungs because you just want to catch up and you cant. So, you stop, and you try to breathe and you get swept away into something you never wanted, but the currents so strong you can't fight it, even if it means letting go of something important."

After her voice trailed off, silence settled in around them quickly, she kept staring at the road disappearing behind them quicker every moment, and he tried to adjust to her words. It was becoming increasingly difficult to see her as the girl who hated him, and easier to fall into how he'd always seen her; beautiful, hopeless, and endlessly fascinating. "I don't hate you." Her voice broke the silence and he looked over at her momentarily, this time she was looking back, a gentle smile on her face.

"You sure?" He chuckled, looking back at the road, "You really seem to, and I don't think we've ever had a conversation before this where you weren't rude to me."

"It's because I like you." She responded, genuinely.

"You have a weird way of showing it." He pointed out, scoffing slightly. She only nodded in response, because it was true.

"That's because I also hate you." She mumbled, shuffling down in her seat.

"So we're being confusing tonight, I see."

"It's the alcohol," she argued, "I'm usually very concise, and generally secretive. If it weren't for that last drink, I doubt I'd even have called you."

"So, you like me but you hate me?" He inquired, glancing again to her with a raised eyebrow and a gentle smile, they spoke in hushed voices, as though being too loud would split the very earth in front of them.

"I do," She confirmed, hiccupping softly, "I've had a crush on you since the second grade and it never went away, but you intimidate me."

"Well, I'm an songwriter ," he sighed again, his shoulders falling as he exhaled, "intimidating is in bold print at the top of the job description."

"You mean your little blue and gold thing?" She giggled, "No, not that, I think that's kinda sexy, you're so demanding." Zach almost choked on the air he was breathing right there, but he managed to at least appear unaffected, "No, I meant just you, actually you, like your novel and all the things you are. I'm a bitch to you because if you think I hate you then you'll leave me to wallow in my self-pity because I'm not good enough for you."

You intimidate me because you're smart, and you're strong, and you're so fucking gorgeous and I just- I forget how to function around you unless I'm off my face drunk apparently. I can promise I wouldn't be saying any of this if I'd remember it in the morning. I won't though, so it's okay."

He couldn't speak, the words weren't forming in his head the way they we're meant to, the right sentence would appear and then vanish the moment he opened his mouth to utter it. "God, is this how you feel all the time." He finally gushed, the words weren't at all what he wanted to say but they we're something, "Like stringing words into sentences is basically impossible? I'm a writer and I can't find the words, I do this to you?"

"Worse." She stated, simple and absolutely shattering, he couldn't imagine being rendered this way by a person at all ten minutes ago but he sat bewildered and incompetent right now, wondering how she suffered this every single day. "I'm a photographer, and the best way I can describe it is that I'm pressing the button but the shutter won't click and when it finally does the pictures blurry. I can hear the words in my head, but I can't say them, something rude or defensive falls out instead. It sucks."

It astounded him to find out that this woman beside him, spoke so eloquently and somehow only alcohol could calm her nerves enough for him to see that. Even now he could see the anxious lines forming on her face as the silence stretched between them, the doubt crept up on her even now and he was grasping for something to say yet again. It was a feeling he hated, words came so simply and lyrically to him that fighting for what to say just felt unnatural, and he was teetering the edge of saying what he wanted to, and saying what was appropriate. "I write about you sometimes." He blurted out on an exhale, almost flinching at the sound of his own voice.

"You write about everyone," she hummed, "enigmatic bitch is basically a stock character in love songs. I'm just filling the character profile."

"No, completely separate from that." He admitted, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles drained of colour, this is one confession he'd never planned to come to light, but at least she wouldn't remember it in the morning, "Early last year, before I started singing properly.I looked at you and I realised I had seen you almost every single day of my life since I was five years old and somehow I knew nothing about you. So I tried to talk to you, but you weren't exactly welcoming that idea." He chuckled a little and she smiled at him.

"So?" She prompted him to continue, and he did.

"So, I started writing about you, I started digging, investigating. I wanted to know who you we're and I dug deeper and deeper."

"And what did you find?"

"Nothing," he sounded defeated even now, "everything down to your school records are clean. You were the first thing I couldn't figure out, but the weird part was I didn't mind, because it meant I could keep looking." He paused, the blushing girl beside him was unable to still her heart that was almost pounding out of her chest, "Then everything happened with the guys and I got interested and it fell to the side, but I go back to you whenever I get stuck."

"What will you do now?" She asked softly, "Now that I've told you, I'm not a mystery anymore. Where will you go when you get stuck?"

By the time she'd finished speaking they'd pulled up outside her house, the one with the red door exactly as she'd described and the conversation ended, ended without answer, not necessarily because either of them wanted it to end but simply because she was home, and he had no idea how to answer that question. Zach pulled himself out of the car and walked around to her door, opening it for her and helping her out, they wandered up the path slowly, his arm around her waist to steady her as she staggered slightly. "Are your parents' home?" he asked quietly, brushing her hair back out of her face as she nodded.

"Yup, right upstairs, probably dreaming of a less dysfunctional marriage." She shrugged and he chuckled a little.

"You good to get to your room? Seems like you've sobered up a bit." He added and she giggled.

"I am good to get to my room and I'm talking to you right now so, no, I'm not sober at all." She deducted quickly, nodding once.

"Maybe you're just getting comfortable around me." He suggested and she shook her head.

"No, I'm not gonna remember this at all in the morning, I am drunk as a skunk and I can promise you that, Mister Heron." She ran her hands through her dishevelled hair in an attempt to tame it.

"Do you promise?" his voice got low for a moment and he stepped forward, she didn't move, let him get closer to her.

"I swear." She nodded once.

"Good." He whispered, leaning in and joining their lips softly. Her reaction was instant, her hands moved to the side of his neck, thumbs running softly along his jawline as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. It felt like the world stopped existing, just for a second, his entire world became her and hers became him and it was perfect. It felt perfect and it ended too quickly, she pulled away from him and smiled as she stepped back, leaning against her door.

"I wish I didn't have to forget this." She hummed, smiling pleasantly. His brow furrowed in a slight frustration and something close to concern. She unlocked the door after fumbling with the key for a moment and opened it slowly and as quietly as possible.

"I could always remind you." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as she sighed and wandered into the house a few steps, leaning against the door she was still holding.

"As much as I would love that, I would never believe you." She mumbled, a humourless smirk crossing her face, "Thank you for coming to get me, and for the talk, and the kiss. I'll miss you." She hummed, blowing him a kiss and shutting the door so she could stagger up the stairs. He walked away from her house speechless again and smiling to himself.

Somehow this night had answered so many of his questions and yet it had raised a million new ones, his heart wouldn't beat normally even if he tried to force it and all over a girl who wouldn't even remember in the morning. As he got back into the truck, he sighed heavily and relaxed into the seat and just sat for a moment, thinking.

Secrets can be a dangerous thing, and confessions even more so. There are somethings that need to be said but can't be, and there are other things that shouldn't be revealed that are forced into the light. Now, Zach Herron was plagued by another secret he'd never intended to have; if there was one thing in the world that he wanted, he wanted her to remember.

The next morning Y/N would awake to a new secret of her own; she did.

#whydontwe #daniel seavey #zach herron #corbyn besson #jonah marais #jack avery #why don’t we #why dont we music #celebrities #atlantic records

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✧.* { JACOB ELORDI & HE/HIM & CIS MALE & 20 } is that GRAY SALVATORE who’s come back from the future ? they’re DAMON AND ELENA’S BIO kid, right ? i’ve heard they can be pretty ARROGANT. how typical for a CURED HUMAN. i guess they must rely on their SMART side shining through. rumor has it they’re trying to hide THEY HAVE BEEN HAVING PANIC ATTACKS RECENTLY, but that’s probably just noise…

STATS.

full name: gray zach salvatore

nicknames: zachy (by damon)

age: 18

birthday:

zodiac:

species: cured human

gender & pronouns: cis male & he/him

sexuality & romantic orientation: pansexual & panromantic

gray zachariah salvatore is the son of elena and damon and the brother of clara salvatore. he is named after elena’s father and damon’s nephew zach although there was a time where he was close to being named after his uncle jeremy.

as a cured human, he was able to live a relatively normal life but was brought up to know of the supernatural from a young age - especially with his friends and cousins being supernatural. after a while grayson became hunted by a small group of vampires who had heard the cured humans had started a family and wanted to find out if the offspring's blood was key to curing vampirism. he was missing for almost a week as he had some blood drained, before being found by (to be plotted).

After this, he was sent to the salvatore school to learn about the supernatural in more depth and in order to hopefully find some insight into his abilities as a cured human. as well as this it meant he was more protected from attacks than at mystic falls high school. During his school years, he was often in trouble for his inability to stay still and his short temper along with random outbursts in class or at home and also had trouble sleeping - often waking up and ending up drawing or playing in the middle of the night as a child. It was only when his behaviours became similar at home, that his parent sought help - with Elena being a doctor she knew there was something happening with Gray. Eventually after pushing for so long, Gray received a diagnosis of ADHD. He was soon started on behavioural therapy and medication. Eventually a diagnosis of a sleep disorder and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) and anxiety was given as he started high school.

During his later years at the salvatore boarding school, he began a friendship with an girl. Despite being a few years older than gray they struck up a connection and after they left school it developed further. Several months of dating led to them discovering they were expecting. After coming arouns to the idea, they were excited for the birth of their child. However it was short lived. During a grueling labour they discovered their child had not made it. They took it hard and it created a wedge between them. (They could either have seperated or she could have died after trying to (or possibly did) bring back their child)

being back in the past is a big adjustment for Gray and without his friends and siblings he knows he would be going crazy right now- with his adhd already in high gear and causing panic attacks.

#salvatorehqs.intro #tw abduction #tw blood #tw adhd #tw anxiety #tw mental health #tw ocd

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alecruzmilano · 7 years

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Christmas and New Year's wishes 2016-2017

Merry Christmas Happy New Year! Ale’s Travel Annual Wish. From Laos 2016. Feliz Navidad ! Merry Christmas! As I sit in a coffee shop in Luang Prabang with the immense Mekong river flowing and staring at me, I reflect on my life in the last years and want to express my gratitude, for the care, love, and support from all of you my family, no matter where you are you belong to my “Jia and Pengyou.” Today is December 25th Christmas Day, a day a normal Venezuelan would be at home probably in Caracas. With his/her family and friends eating “hallacas”, “pan de Jamon”, “ensalada de gallina”, listening to “gaitas” , “aguinaldos” and talking, laughing, giggling, sharing non stop with family. However, I am not the typical Venezuelan, so no I am not in Caracas, with family or friends eating all these yummy comfort Christmas foods that are making my mouth water and my heart melt for. Instead, I am in Luang Prabang, Laos (a country in Southeast Asia between Thailand, Vietnam, China, Cambodia and Myanmar with the immense Mekong river in front of me. I am here for 15 days (5 of those have passed in Vientiane and Vang Vieng the rest are unplanned and unexpected like me!) to explore this beautiful and peaceful country full of kind and happy people and lots of nature. These past 6 years being abroad away from home, has made me realized how much I have to be grateful and thankful for. First of all, now I not only have a biological family, my family is composed of multicultural people: people that have come into my life and stayed and some that have left, but still made a huge impact in me and they will still be part of me forever. From my grandparents Papino, Mamina, Papapa and Mamama who built the roots and foundations of my family and are my inspiration; to my dad, Pacho who is my angel and guide in heaven who always inspired me to travel and teach and my mom Yaya who everyday with her optimism and joyfulness shows me that life is hard but we can hit a homerun even when the pitch is a fast inside curveball (I am a baseball nuts and I love my baseball life metaphor plus I live in Korea where baseball is big!!!!!!.) My sister and brother in law Yayi and Vic, who have raised three amazing kids. Alex for being brave and independent and taking the lead to go study abroad, Ele for being unique and have a strong personality (like her godmother me) and using it to build relationships and help people in missions she goes and of course Guille who only at 5 years old is already a global citizen with an environmentalist mindset and awareness for plants and animals, but also for being a child imaginative creative. Inventive and silly and a sweetie. To my sister Dani for having an attitude of “echo pa’ lante” and always working hard to succeed in life.’ To all my aunts and uncles, cousins and cousin-nieces-nephews you all inspire me in some way or the other. I would love to talk more about how you all inspire me, but let's be honest it will take me an encyclopedia to do so! A few shout outs to my extended and overseas family members, Tim and Agnes for being my “dad and mom” overseas (I know my dad and mom both appreciate it!), Annie Veazey or “Ana Clara” for being my friend my sister and my buddy, I miss you so much every day! Sid for being my completely #1 fan and teacher supporter! The Herding's (Pat and Cas and Mac and Sedona) for just being awesome meeting with me at random hours of day or or night in Seoul, or Kota Kinabalu and hosting me in Dalian for simply being friends and I know I can count on you! Paulita and Adam for being my South American roots in China I am so glad you are happy and enjoying my city and country now. We need to make a trip in Venezuela ASAP! Alice my Italian friend and buddy you are awesome and I know our friendship will continue no matter where we are” Thanks for being fun,trendy, girly and also being straightforward with “guy advice” when needed. Hayley you have shown me a friendship can be built later in life and be as deep and insightful as older friendships. Road tripping with you was awesome cannot wait to see you in a Seoul on January and possibly schedule a Shanghai trip soon!!!! Andrea and Ed you both are one of the newest additions to my family overseas thanks for being fun, caring, supportive and awesome people that you are. Looking. Forward to night outs, camping trips and doing stuff together in a Seoul, my last 6 months there. Kallina, Mark and Bitna to more Latin-Korean nights of cooking eating and dancing (more please of the last one!) Irene thank you for being my facebook confidential conversation person love all your advice and thoughts Thank you for also being just you goofy and funny! Tonya for being an extremely great and awesome teacher to work with and giving me all support and advice I will definitely miss working with you next year! Paula I have come to know you more this first six months of school a day it amazes me of what a professional, friend, coworker and also mom you are! To my China family and friends Sarah, April, Brandi and Family, The Jacobson’s, The Sei’’s, The Ko’s, Megan and Jess (and kiddies) Eli and Jon, The Fisher-Terbrueggeun crew, Paula, Shannon and Jannick, Kimberly, Kara, Veronica, Ana, Dave, Ashton, Nick, Cristian, Ryan and Sherry, Janey, Isa, Stacy, Helen, Kyle, etc. thank you for being in Dalian at the same time as I was and being part of the great experience you are and will be always in my heart. My Indian family Adrienne, Val, Matt and Gail, Tyler, Carmen, and of course Zachy, Fred and Cate thank you for always being there for the advice and the Venezuelan arepas, the trips to yoga house and beers at the pub. My South Korean family. I have known you all the shortest but you all are awesome people to work and live with. I promise to you all family and friends to try and stay more connected with you and reconnect more often in spite of the time differences and distances my Christma New Year’s promise! Second, I am thankful for my health. I have been healthy with no major problems and I hope it stays the same. After my dad past away from brain cancer and seeing him suffer and decline in his health as well as seeing many close friends deal with diseases and health issues. I am thankful I have my health. and promise that I will workout and be active in spite of the cold or busy schedule every day as the new year begins. Third, I am thankful for my job. I am a teacher which is one of the hardest and most stressful professions. (by research yes it is!) and I love what I do I get to impact and influence young children and help them become global citizens. I also am pretty lucky to be an international teacher and be able to teach while I travel. Not many teachers can say they can travel as much as I do, so, I Am pretty lucky and blessed and thankful for this opportunity. I promise to you all to keep the travel bug and wanderlust for as long as I can. To keep you up to date on best destinations, cheapest / expensive countries. Easy / harder travel destinations, best beaches, jungles, cities,international cuisine, etc. By the way, did you Know that next school year 2017-2018 I will be living to Dongguang, Guangdong province south China to teach PreK4 in International School of Dongguan?! Yes! I am pumped and stoked to be back in China where it all began! For all that these 6 years have made me and brought to me I am expressing my gratitude today. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year 2017 and Happy Holidays! May the holiday spirit and New Year bring you lots of joy, love, health, wealth, travel, peace, light, and all the good things that you and I wish for. Feliz Navidad Merry Christmas Feliz Año Nuevo Happy New Year! Love, smiles, oh, laughter, health, peace, hopes and dreams may they always be in our lives! Ale ❤️⭐️☀️

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crazedlunatic · 5 years

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Pranks and... Sex?

“Wanna mess with Daddy?”

Zach, who was laying on the stairs (literally on them, spread over at least six of them), looked up from the kitten he was holding. “Which one?”

“Both of them.” Nick grinned.

“That depends if it’s worth the glares and the whole ‘You’re supposed to be the good son’ thing.” Zach said, rolling onto his side as Sophie ran down the stairs yelling something about being late to book club.

“Could she be any more like Dad?” Nick asked.

“Mmh… well, she could have a penis? Dark, curly hair?” Zach suggested.

“Important things here.” Nick said going quiet as Kurt walked past the stairway. He waited ten seconds—like clockwork Kurt stepped back a few times, looked at Zach on the stairs, blinked a few times, and then went on about his business.

“I don’t know if I want to get on his bad side.” Zach admitted. “They’re still mad at me for drinking.”

“Pfft. Just do what I do. If they get annoyed, just go and stay at grand-bob’s house until they go to sleep. I may have actually gotten the idea by talking to him… lowkey. I evolved it to be so much better.”

“Grand-bobs’?”

“Well he gives me a look when I call him grandpa and gives me a look when I call him Bob…. Which is very confusing. By the way, still kind of annoyed it took them fourteen years to tell us he wasn’t our actual grandfather.”

“But he is our grandfather.” Zach shrugged.

“You’re getting distracted.”

“You brought it up.”

“Whatever. So apparently Charlie and Brady taught Miles to say a lot of inappropriate things when he was Kris’ age. He and grandma—Sarah?—his Sarah?— didn’t even find out until, like, ten years ago.” Nick said.

“Crap. I was supposed to call Sarah at six.” Zach said and then shrugged. He waved from his still laying position when Kurt walked by back. “My Sarah, obviously.”

“What… are you doing?” Kurt asked.

“Following in Dad’s footsteps of sitting and laying places I shouldn’t?” Zach leaned up a bit so he could see Kurt and waved..

“Don’t come to me when Kris runs down and steps on your head.” Kurt gave him a look before going back into the other room.

“Jokes on him. He already stepped on my head twice.” Zach pushed himself into a sitting position and then gasped, “Did you hear that meow? It’s so cute.”

“Focus. Are you in?”

“You’re the one that has no poker face.” Zach pointed out, sitting the kitten on his head. “They believe almost anything I say.”

“Yeah that’s why you have to help. I have no problem lying if I didn’t actually do it and you poker face half the time when you say you’re going to the vet but you’re really going to bang Sarah, so…”

Zach glared at him as Kris came down the stairs.

“Hey, Kris. Can you do something for me?” Zach asked when Kris was next to them.

“Am I going to get into trouble?” Kris asked warily.

But it was Zach asking and not Nick, so…

“No. You won’t. It’ll actually be hilarious.” Zach said.

“Okay!” Kris shrugged, looking between his twin brothers.

“So, dinner will be done soon and when it is, I want you to ask them if they’ve ever done a sixty-niner.” Zach said very calmly.

“What’s that?” Kris tilted his head, looking exactly like a little Kurt… which he pretty much was.

“I’m not sure but they’ll probably tell you.” Zach said.

“… Do I get a dollar?”

“What do you mean, do you get a dollar?” Nick asked.

“Grandpa said if you two are together and asking me to do something, I better get a dollar to make it worth my while.”

Zach shot Nick a look and handed Kris a dollar bill.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Kris bounced up and down before carefully (and adoably) folding his dollar bill evenly and putting it in his little jeans pocket.

“Grandpa or Grandbob?” Zach asked.

“Could be either honestly…” Nick shrugged.

Blaine walked in the door, looking half asleep. He stopped in front of them, looking at the kitten on Zach’s head.

“What? Don’t act like you’re surprised.” Zach said.

“It’s so cute.” Blaine came over, bent down, and picked it up. “Is it ours?”

“No. I’m taking care of it until it can be adopted.” Zach said. “Look at it’s white spot on it’s belly. It kind of looks like a star.”

Kurt came in and said, without even a greeting, “No more cats, Blaine.”

Blaine rolled his eyes as Kris walked up. “Daddy, is dinner done?”

“Yes.” Kurt ruffled Kris’ hair.

Kris scowled and then asked, “Have you ever done a sixty-niner?”

Kurt’s eyes widened in horror and Blaine doubled over, laughing hysterically.

“Where did you hear that?!”

“I dunno!” Kris shrugged. “What does it mean?”

“Yeah, Kurt. What’s it mean?” Blaine gasped.

“I’m going to kill Wes or Matt.” Kurt huffed, going back into the kitchen.

“Which one was it?” Blaine asked several seconds later after standing up straight and catching his breath.

“I dunno!” Kris giggled before running upstairs.

“I bet it was Matt.” Zach said smoothly. “I think Kris was boring him last weekend.”

“Matt’s my favorite.” Blaine said cheerfully, going into the kitchen.

Nick gave Zach a look and then grinned.

…

“What now?” Kris held his hand out when the twins came into his bedroom.

“We have a joke for you to ask.” Nick said. He then looked at Zach. “It’s so old, they’ll never assume it was us.”

Kris looked at them suspiciously. “Two dollars.”

Zach gave Nick a look.

“Fine.” Nick huffed, handing him two dollars. “Repeat after me, Kris. ‘What is Bill Clinton’s favorite musical instrument?’”

Kris did as told.

“Harmonica.”

“’Harmonica.’”

Zach covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud as they heard steps upstairs.

“Now, now, now!” Nick ushered Kris out of the room.

There was silence and they weren’t sure if Kris had done it until they heard Blaine laugh—or, cackle— loudly and Kurt yell, “WHO TOLD YOU THAT?!”

“Grandpa.” They heard Kris chirp without missing a beat and then they heard a bang.

“Blaine, you better go and talk to Bob right now. What if he says this at daycare?!” Kurt exclaimed.

“H-Harmonica.” Blaine gasped out through laughs.

“…. So now they think Bob is behind it?” Nick sulked.

“No. This is so much better than we could have hoped for!” Zach said. “You know Dad won’t say anything to Bob. This could literally go on for years… or until we run out of money or… he stops listening to us.”

…

“I don’t wanna do it anymore. Daddy won’t let me use the money. He says it’s dirty money.” Kris whined when Nick came into his room.

“He said it’s dirty money?”

“Yeah but I thought all money is dirty ‘cause you’re supposed to wash your hands after you touch it… only once I accidentally forgot and ate a booger… but I didn’t die!”

“Okay, now I see Dad’s influence.” Nick said thoughtfully.

“RYAN!” Kris squealed, running to hug Nick’s best friend who had just came in.

“Hey, Tony!” Ryan scooped him up.

“Nicky and Zachy are trying to make me do bad things.” Kris’ voice was solemn. “Also, please call me Kris.”

“Yeah. They tried to get me to kill a guy in Reno once.” Ryan said with a very serious expression on his face.

Kris’ blue eyes widened and he started at Nick in horror.

“It’s not true.” Nick rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Who are you going to believe?” Ryan said. He then whispered loudly, “I mean, he likes boys. Isn’t that icky?”

“I like boys too! Just like my daddies!”

“Yeah, maybe you should wait until you’re at least seven to make declarations like that.” Nick said and looked at Ryan. “Did my baby brother just come out to you before I’ve even come out to the soccer team?”

“I think so but do kids really know that early? You didn’t.” Ryan shrugged and put Kris down. “What do you want him to do?”

“Dude, can you stay for dinner?” Nick gasped.

“Do you think I show up fifteen minutes before dinner time when my parents work late because I want to see you?” Ryan gave him a look.

“Okay. They can’t even blame this one on grandbob.”

“You have got to quit saying that. It’s too weird.” Ryan said.

“Yeah, it really bugs Dad so I’m going to keep it going for a while.”

Kris let out an exasperated sigh. “This is boring.”

“God, he’s Kurt.” Ryan looked at Nick.

“Yeah. That’s the consensus.” Nick nodded. “Okay, Kris. At dinner, Ryan is going to ask you want to be when you grow up.”

“BUTTERFLY!”

Ryan covered his face, laughing.

“You can totally do that but you have to tell him you want to work at McDonalds. Okay?”

“Daddy says that stuff is bad for you.” Kris scrunched up his nose.

“Yeah well Daddy bit a mailman when he was around your age so don’t trust everything he says.” Nick said.

“Well Daddy says I shouldn’t trust everything you say too, Nicky.”

Nick scoffed and walked downstairs with Ryan and Kris.

“Where’s Zach?” Kurt asked.

“I’m taking his place today.” Ryan said cheerfully.

“Where is Zach any time he isn’t here after school, Kurt?” Blaine, who was getting over a cold, yawned.

“At the vet which means most likely with Sarah.” Kurt sighed, handing both Nick and Ryan a plate. “Ryan, do you spend every free moment with your girlfriend?”

“If my girlfriend’s name is Nick, yes.” Ryan said with a straight face.

“WAIT. ARE—”

“NO.” Blaine, Nick, and Ryan said at the same time.

“I would be much more into Zach anyway. He actually shuts up every once in a while and lets someone else get a word in.” Ryan, who was used to Kurt wanting Nick to date him since finding out Nick was gay, was not even bothered.

“My words are important.” Nick huffed.

“Hey, Kris! What do you want to be when you grow up?” Ryan asked.

Kris, who had just swallowed a bite of spaghetti, sent Nick a look and said, “I want to work at McDonalds.”

“Blaine, you better call Bob right now because he is trying to ruin my life! Did you hear that?” Kurt looked at Blaine with wide eyes.

“Bob said it wasn’t him. I asked after the prostitute comment in his art class.” Blaine shrugged.

“Kris, do you really want to work at McDonalds?” Kurt asked.

Kris looked at Nick who nodded.

“Yes, Daddy. Miss Anna says someone has to do it. I am someone.”

Blaine looked at Ryan and then made eye contact with Nick.

Nick tilted his head a bit, trying to look innocent.

“Anthony Kristian Anderson-Hummel, who is telling you to say this stuff?”

“Adrian?” Kris asked sweetly.

“No.” Kurt said.

“Matt?”

“No.”

“Wes?”

“No.”

Nick looked down at his phone the buzzed.

A text from Kurt, sent to both he and Zach.

Busted.

Zach immediately responded with a gif of a very surprised cat and then another one with a dog that looked ashamed.

“Do I have to give the money back?” Kris sulked.

“No, Kris.” Kurt sighed.

Kris gigged and began to eat his macaroni and cheese.

“Now I feel bad for sending Bob a text telling him to quit corrupting my children.” Kurt sighed.

“Did you know he gave Zach the real sex talk? You know, the one about sex with a girl that wasn’t from a gay man?” Nick asked cheerfully. “Pretty sure Zach did it like five days later.”

“What’s sex?” Kris asked, looking up from his plate as Kurt began to cough.

“The best thing you will ever experience.” Blaine said without hesitation.

“Blaine!”

“SORRY!”

“Is Zach really—”

“Yes.” Blaine and Nick said together.

“Great. She’ll be pregnant by the time they graduate.” Kurt sighed.

“Nah. Trust me, he’s pretty stocked up.”

“Can you not say these things in front of your brother?!” Kurt asked.

Sophie, who had been reading while she ate, looked up. “Say what?”

“Ryan, is your house this dysfunctional?” Blaine asked.

“No… but I’m an only child, so…”

“Daddy, what I really want to be when I grow up is a butterfly.” Kris informed him, smiling excitedly.

“Honey, you can’t be a—” Kurt trailed off seeing Kris’ crestfallen face. “Butterfly without a costume.”

“Can I get one with my dirty money?!”

“Yes.” Kurt nodded.

“Can I move in?” Ryan asked as Zach walked in. “This is so much better than my house. Our dogs aren’t even amusing.”

“You.” Kurt pointed at him. “You, me, and Blaine are talking tonight.”

“What did I do? I filled up the gas.” Zach groaned.

“Your stock.” Kurt gave him a look. “See what happens when you mess around with your little brother? It’s called karma and you better be being safe because if she gets pregnant—”

Zach turned, glaring at Blaine. “Oh my God, Daddy. We are not having this conversation.”

“Uh, we are.”

“Fine. I’ll talk to Finn.”

“No. Not Wes, not David, and definitely not Bob.”

“This is unfair and I bet money I’m not the only person under 18 having it too.”

Both Kurt and Blaine whipped their heads to look at Nick.

“Been there, done that. No thanks.” Nick said.

Kurt glanced at Sophie, who was reading again, and then looked back to Nick. “You better be using protection.”

Ryan and Zach looked at each other, amused, as Sophie kept on reading.

Blaine titled his head, looking at her, and then shook his own head before going to get seconds of the lasagna as Logan came in.

“Ready, Soph?”

“Hi, Logan.” Kurt smiled. “At least I can trust yours and Sophie’s judgement.”

Logan’s eyes widened and he nodded, shooting the twins and Ryan a nervous look.

“Gotta go, bye!” Sophie kissed Kurt’s cheek and literally pushed Logan out the back door. Zach heard her hiss, “I don’t know why he said that! Oh my God!”

Kurt sighed, picking up Kris and going back into the kitchen for more food as well.

“Anyone else feel pretty depressed that Sophie lost her virginity before all of us?” Ryan asked. “Just me? Okay.”

“Not just you.” Zach and Nick said together, looking annoyed.

“Good to know.”

#wbuct drabble

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Decision Day (& Zach’s Announcement)

“It’s going to happen soon.” Kurt hissed as he crawled into bed late one Thursday night.

“What is?” Blaine yawned, taking his reading glasses (ugh, he had to wear reading glasses now) and tugging his pants off.

“The boys. They have to send their college applications off this weekend.”

Blaine nearly fell over in shock. “What?”

“I know it’s just the beginning of the school year, Blaine, but they’re both opting for early admissions and I’ve been watching the deadline dates for all of the schools they’d be interested in.” Kurt chewed on his bottom lip anxiously. “Neither of them will probably be close to us.”

“We live in New York on the outskirts of the city, Kurt. Some of the best colleges in the country are within an hour’s drive.” Blaine shook his head. “It can’t be this soon, Kurt. They’ve not been talking about it with us. Surely they would…”

“No but they’ve been talking about it with each other. And… I saw Nick with Adrian when I was taking a client to lunch. They were looking at pamphlets… probably for school.”

“He’s talking to Adrian and not us?”

“Ever since he’s come out, I’m sure Adrian is his person, you know? The stuff he doesn’t want to say or ask us.” Kurt’s voice got quieter as they heard someone walking out in the house. “And Zach stayed over with David last weekend…. David went into medical school, Zachy wants to become a vet.”

Blaine looked at Kurt, clearly crushed. “Why aren’t they coming to us?”

“Because they know that our opinions won’t be quite as unbiased. I don’t want any of them to leave but… I mean, UCLA has been very interested in Nick since he was a freshman, Blaine. Soccer is much more a part of his life now than it was a part of your life when you were his age and they offered you a scholarship.”

Blaine sat on the bed, foot moving anxiously. Kurt had a very good point.

They were just babies, like, yesterday. Why was it time for them to go to college now? Zach could barely wake himself up for his high school internship on the weekends—how was he going to possibly be moving far away? And what if they didn’t come home on breaks and in the summer?

Kurt sniffled, looking up at the ceiling.

“Kurt, it’s okay.” Blaine moved to hug him. “It’s okay.”

“I miss them already.”

***

“D Day.” Nick mumbled, glancing in the kitchen from the living room couch. “They’re both in there.”

“Decision day?” Zach asked, holding a small lizard that he’d hatched two days prior.

“Dead day because they’re going to kill me.” Nick stood. “Are we doing this together or separately or…?”

“I know they’re going to like my decision more than yours, so you can go first.” Zach stood as well.

Nick glared.

Zach grinned sweetly. “Going all independent on us already. You’ll barely be 18 and in California… with a lot of tan beautiful… men. That sounded weird coming out of my mouth, but I tried.”

“I appreciate it.” Nick sighed as they made it to the door way.

“Fine, let’s get it over with.” Kurt sighed, seeing both of their sons. Everyone in the room knew what was about to happen.

“Please go first, Zach.” The taller twin looked at his brother. “Pretty please.”

Zach rolled his eyes and sat on the table—not at it, but on it. Just as Blaine did often. Blaine had never gotten over climbing on furniture that you were supposed to sit on or sitting on furniture you weren’t supposed to sit on.

“Yes?” Blaine questioned, looking anxious.

“Well I went back and forth between 5 schools… for veterinary sciences.” Zach began, wiping his hands on his jeans. “So, the top school was University of California in Davis… Davis, California obviously. The third highest is Colorado State, then North Carolina state, and where Finn went… OSU. But the second one is in… it’s in Ithaca. And—.”

“Sarah got into Cornell for dance.” Kurt interrupted.

Zach looked between his fathers. “I’ve considered all of them, I actually went to Cornell on a tour when I was with David last weekend—I made him promise not to tell, so please don’t be mad.”

“Is this just because of Sarah?” Blaine spoke softly.

“Look, I don’t want to move a far way away. Sarah’s been through a lot with her parents and she’s finally in a good place living with her aunt. Things are really good between us and… and I want to be close. I love her very much.” Zach took a deep breath. “And she’s pregnant.”

Kurt dropped a glass of water he had just poured. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Nick yelped.

“Oh my God. Zachary, what?” Blaine gasped.

“Nine weeks… and I’d honestly made the decision before she was pregnant, so it’s not me trying to ‘do the right thing.’ I just… I love her a lot and I don’t want to be away from her. I never want to be away from her. She’s my other half… the better half.” Zach took another deep breath. “But I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you guys because… obviously, we were using protection and she’s on birth control which… obviously didn’t work...”

“You’re 17.” Kurt tried to remain calm. “You’re in high school.”

“I know that. And I don’t know what to say apart from I’m sorry. But I’m going to do everything right. I’m going to work through school. We’re going to rent a house and we’ll find a good babysitter for when Sarah’s in classes or we’ll alternate class times. We’ll work it out.” Zach began chewing on his lower lip—exactly like Blaine did when he was stressed out.

“Kurt, it’s going to be okay.” Blaine finally spoke.

“Going to be okay? They’re 17 and—Sarah.”

Sarah walked into the room after Nick, who was still in the doorway, let her through. Her face, which had been bright and cheery (glowing?), immediately fell when she saw the expression on Kurt’s face. She turned towards Zach. “You told them?”

“It’s going to be okay.” Blaine repeated standing up and going to hug Sarah who now looked like she wanted to run away. “We’re going to help you both through this. Your lives won’t be over or anything. We’ll make sure everything is okay.”

“Blaine, are you insane?” Kurt snapped.

“Come on, Kurt. We’ll help them out. We were going to pay for the kids’ housing when they went to school anyway… And you love to shop for baby clothes.”

“Also,” Nick chirped in, mainly to take the heat off of Sarah. “I’m going to UCLA.”

Sarah look relieved when all eyes turned on Nick.

Tears filled Kurt’s eyes although he knew it was coming. Not only was one baby moving five hours away and having his own baby, but his other baby was moving across the country. 2,792 miles across the country. A six-hour flight. A forty-one-hour drive.

Nick continued to speak, “They offered me a full scholarship, free housing, and a guaranteed job when I leave. I’m going for Computer Science & Engineering. The school finds you a job and as long as I get in, I’ll… be set.”

“That’s so good, Nick! A full scholarship and… God, one of our sons is going to veterinary school and the other one is going for Computer Science & Engineering.” Blaine sniffed a bit. “We did so good with you boys… and Sarah, he told us about you getting into the dance program in Cornell and we’re so proud of all three of you.”

Sarah burst into tears when Kurt went to hug her. “I’m sorry. I told him that he didn’t have to stay in New York but he wouldn’t listen—”

“No, I’m sorry! I was just so shocked and it was the last thing I expected!” Kurt cried, pulling back to look at her. “You’re going to much such an adorable pregnant woman. And we are going to take care of you just like you’re our own. I mean, you lived here for a year after you ran away from your Mom and I always wanted you two to date and I mean, I guess I deserve it for playing matchmaker.”

Zach rolled his eyes as Blaine hugged him.

“I hope it’s a girl.” Sarah sniffled as Blaine pulled her into a hug.

“I just think it’s going to be weird to watch something born that’s not in an egg.” Zach commented.

“This has worked out so well for me. They’re not even upset at me for going across the country because I didn’t get anyone pregnant.” Nick said aloud. “I mean I could totally go and hook up with every guy I meet because it’s gay central but no matter how times I hook up with a guy, they won’t get knocked up.”

“Wait, what? Are you having sex? Do you have a boyfriend?” Blaine asked sharply, eyes wide. “Because even if you can’t get a guy pregnant there are several STI’s and STD’s that you can get that will affect you for the rest of your life. I’m not just talking AIDs either. There’s a big one right now in kids your age--”

“Relax. My sexual orientation is known by, like, three guys on the soccer team and Zach and Sarah. Can’t keep the girls away. It’s so annoying.” Nick shuddered.

“Oh my God, Zach, what if it’s twins?” Kurt gasped. “Blaine… how many multiples were in your family?”

“You mean twins run in the family and it wasn’t just because it was, you know, the… uhm… mechanics?” Zach yelped.

“I’m going to pass out.” Sarah said, eyes wide. “Twins?”

“The chances are actually pretty high if you think about it.” Nick chirped. “I watched this special on twins and…”

“Nick, shut up.” Kurt and Blaine said together.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Nick held up his arms defensively. “Just saying one better be named after me if it’s two boys.”

#zachy and nicky #wbuct drabble #wbuct prompt

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