#i do want to rewatch the whole thing soon since only s5 is fresh in my mind

[bombpunk]

brooooo the way some be/nji shippers completely disregarded the importance of darius's character in favor of pushing their own ship was actually so infuriating. maybe if they only did it with the monorail scene it wouldn't bother me so much since kenji was shaken up by ben's "death" but no they did it with EVERYTHING. "kenji spent every day and night dreaming about ben" this and "kenji would have dragged ben back to the boat if he tried staying behind on the island" that. yeah you mean like darius??? you mean like the literal main character of the show??? ERGH it'll never not drive me up the wall

i am SO GLAD other people have noticed this 😭 me and my bestie have been bothered about dinotwt’s behavior for YEARS.

personally it’s the monorail scene itself being turned into a ben/ji moment that bothers me most. because darius is the only one who tried to save ben from falling. DARIUS. darius is the one who couldn’t save him. DARIUS. but noooo they focused on how… *checks notes* kenji fell to his knees during a quick shot instead.

i’m not sure how the shippers are on this site because all my interaction with the jwcc fandom was solely on twt, but i find it Very interesting how important moments in darius and ben’s relationship are taken from them and pushed onto ben and kenji instead. darius unable to keep hold of ben? let’s make it about kenji instead. darius having nightmares about ben? no, obviously that was kenji having those! if they weren’t so obsessed with claiming benrius is problematic, they’d clearly be fans of the ship. that’s why they take all its material and give it to be/nji 💀 it also feels weird to me that they were so intent on demonizing a queer ship that involved a black boy, but maybe i’m just reaching there. i dunno

putting shipping aside, it is just downright antiblack to take pivotal moments of the black mc’s development and make them entirely about a nonblack character. why are you so allergic to letting the black character have focus? when black people already have such small amounts of decent representation in media, especially as main characters? it angers me so much.

tldr darius (and benrius) deserved better from the fandom (and the show, but that’s a convo for another time).

#💀 this got long. sorry #if the show was more fresh in my mind it could be a lot longer too lmao #i do want to rewatch the whole thing soon since only s5 is fresh in my mind #and jwct is coming up #anyways. thank u anon! completely forgot my inbox was open #but it’s nice to know me and my bestie weren’t just imagining this shit up #anti benji #just to be safe #benrius #darius bowman #ben pincus #jwcc #discourse

[wigglywormy]

insecure [kurt/blaine, 2k]

hey guys

so i haven’t written a fic since fucking 2018 and so im really rusty, but. my big great glee rewatch has pulled me out of my writing slump and i’m so ready to create some content again for this blog. i really missed this creative outlet and it feels really good to be writing again y’all

anyways, here’s a klaine fic based heavily on that episode in s5 of blaine being insecure about kurt’s new muscles lol

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It starts a few months after he moves to New York. 

It’s amazing, for a while. Everything’s new, the sights and sounds are extravagant, and even though he has the absolute worst time falling asleep for the first few weeks with all the city noise and what-not, well. The fact that he gets to fall asleep at all in New York is enough in and of itself to cause him to drift to bed with a smile. 

Not to mention getting to fall asleep next to Kurt every night. Even better; getting to wake up to him every morning. 

There are ups and downs, of course. It’s definitely an adjustment, because there are so many different things he has to get used to in such a short period of time. Starting classes at NYADA, leaving his family and friends behind and moving to a whole new state, moving in with the love of his life and adjusting to life as a co-existing couple. It’s definitely tough, to say the least, but him and Kurt have been through way tougher. 

Besides, falling into a routine is simple for them. They are performers, after all, and a routine - whether it’s a spectacle of a show or a boring morning ritual - is something that comes natural to them. 

One thing Blaine does start to notice though, especially once the snow begins to melt away and Kurt is tucking his sweaters away in exchange for more form fitting clothes and short sleeved-shirts, is that Kurt has definitely filled out a bit. 

He looks a fair bit broader than he did in high school, and when Blaine walks in on him one morning to see Kurt doing push ups on the ground in front of their bed, he has to forcibly turn himself around and walk straight back out to the kitchen because the sight of Kurt’s newly noticeable biceps have him feeling a little too warm. 

Kurt also has this new and fresh confidence about him. Not to say he wasn’t confident in high school, because he was. He’s an incredible performer and he always had such a presence that Blaine admired, but this feels a bit different. It feels like Kurt is finally comfortable in his skin, and the glowing aura that now surrounds him has Blaine feeling gooey-eyed and simultaneously jealous because he also craves that feeling. Kurt’s found himself in New York. 

Blaine looks down at his own stomach, softer than he’d like it to be, and frowns. He lifts his chin, stares at himself in the mirror, and brings an arm up to flex a bit. There’s definitely muscle there, he can’t deny that, but it’s not nearly as defined at Kurt’s. Like seriously, Kurt’s arms are getting almost drool-worthy. Blaine swallows thickly just thinking about it. 

He will admit he hasn’t really been taking the best care of himself since he’s moved out here. It’s hard, okay? He’s so damn busy, the city moves so fast, and most of the time he’s lucky to barely have enough time to stop and get a hot dog off the corner of the street before his next class starts. 

And don’t even get him started on the cronuts. 

He sighs and presses his fingers into his stomach, not used to the slight give he has now. He wonders if Kurt has noticed? Does he care? They haven’t exactly been intimate in a while - due to busy schedules and, well, Blaine’s increasingly noticeable self esteem that’s dropping lower by the day. He wonders if Kurt is even still attracted to him. Blaine has seen the guys Kurt hangs out with at school. He sees how gorgeous and fit and tall they are.

Blaine scowls at himself. He’s never had a problem with his height before, but for some reason he’s noticing everything now. 

The door clicks shut, and soon the curtain to their room area is being yanked open, Kurt’s breathless voice filling the air, “Blaine, you won’t believe who I ran into today -  ”

Blaine quickly tugs his shirt back down and spins around to face Kurt, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. 

Kurt blinks, stepping a bit closer. His next words are spoken slowly. “What are you up to?”

“Uh - nothing. Just… checking out this new… shirt I bought?” Blaine winces, because he’s such a bad liar. Kurt knows this too, because he closes the curtain behind him and steps closer, close enough that Blaine can smell the scent of rain lingering on his clothes from his walk home today. 

“Blaine, that’s a pajama shirt you’ve had since high school.”

Blaine sighs. “I know.” 

“Still looks good on you though,” Kurt smirks, walking closer and wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist. “I always liked this one. It hugs your waist in all the right places, y’know.”

Blaine runs his hands up Kurt’s arms, stopping once they get to his biceps, and shit, they really are big now, huh? Blaine squeezes gently, and his shuddering sigh makes Kurt laugh softly. 

“I think my new workout routine has been making a difference. What do you think?”

“Do you think I’m attractive?” Blaine blurts out, and he hates how weak his voice sounds. He didn’t mean to just come out and say it, but standing here with Kurt now, close and pressed together, all of his insecurities seem to be rearing their ugly heads right into his heart. 

Kurt steps back a bit, but not far enough away to break contact. His hands rest at Blaine’s waist, and his expression is one of disbelief. “Do I find you attractive?” He says slowly, and Blaine avoids eye contact as he nods. Kurt huffs out a breath. “Blaine, what brought this on? I don’t understand.”

“Look, I know I haven’t… been taking the best care of myself, lately,” Blaine says, voice soft. “It’s just - you are so attractive, like, even more so lately. Not to say you weren’t attractive before, of course, but - Kurt, your biceps, and - and your shoulders - ”

 “Blaine - ”

“And I just keep thinking, I can’t stop fucking thinking about how one day you’ll just - you’ll wake up, and you’ll think, ‘I don’t love him anymore’ and I don’t think I can deal with that - ”

“Blaine.”

Kurt’s hands are cupping his face now, and Blaine is stupidly aware of their two inch height difference right now as his eyes flicker up to meet Kurt’s. Blaine hadn’t even noticed how shaky his voice was getting, or how his eyes are now burning and shiny with moisture. 

“Stop it,” Kurt says, shaking his head. “I love you. That’s never going to change, no matter how much you or I change on the outside.”

“But - ”

“I love you. All of you. And I know you’re feeling insecure right now, I understand,” Kurt whispers, tipping their foreheads together. “But I need you to know that I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Blaine flushes, and Kurt’s hands smooth up and down his sides, catching on the soft material of the shirt he’s wearing. Blaine shivers against the touch, because they really haven’t been intimate in a while, and Kurt’s hands feel really, really good on him. 

Especially when those fingers skid lighter, slipping beneath the cotton and trailing along bare skin, causing Blaine to suck in a breath and clutch at Kurt’s arms, swaying closer as Kurt smiles and kisses him deep. Kurt’s fingers have found solace in the dip of his waist, and Blaine grins against Kurt’s mouth, lips trembling. 

“Kurt.”

“Mm,” Kurt hums, “I will say these new and improved biceps of mine are definitely good for at least one thing.”

“What’s that?” Blaine asks. 

Kurt grins. “Holding you in place.”

Kurt wraps him up close with one arm, keeping Blaine nice and secure in his embrace, but before Blaine can even swoon at the strength enveloping him, Kurt’s free hand slips back under his shirt and presses into his side, causing Blaine to gasp and squirm. 

“Wait - Kurt!”

“You’re gorgeous,” Kurt murmurs, kissing Blaine again. Blaine giggles into his mouth, hands coming up to grip Kurt’s shoulders as the older male’s fingers walk up his side, scratching against his ribs. Blaine’s torn between trying to wiggle free and trying to press closer, because Kurt’s being wonderfully gentle and Blaine’s nerves are zinging alive from the ticklish touches. 

“I’m extremely lucky,” Kurt states, kissing down to Blaine’s neck, continuing to hold him tightly in place even as Blaine strains happily against him. “How did I manage to acquire a fiance who’s not only attractive, but who’s crazy adorable too?”

“Oh, jeez,” Blaine gasps, because the verbal praise is almost too much. Blaine’s not quite used to so much attention from Kurt like this, especially lately, and once again, Kurt’s newly found confidence is making his words come out sultry, smooth, and charming. Jesus, Kurt’s fucking charming him. 

Blaine feels like he did the first time they kissed at Dalton, all blushing faces and trembling hands, except this time it’s Kurt who’s taking the reins, and Blaine’s all too happy to let him. 

Kurt’s hand slips down to his stomach, and Blaine actually squeaks at that. Kurt laughs gently into his neck, kissing back up along his jaw before licking into his mouth once more, and Blaine makes a strangled little hiccuping laugh when Kurt brings both hands down to flutter against his stomach. 

“Kurt - stop,” Blaine laughs, but they both know he’s not really trying to get away. He stumbles over his own feet, but Kurt’s there to catch him, kissing him breathless once more. Blaine feels stupid, he should’ve never, ever doubted their relationship.Kurt is blunt and straightforward. He knows what he wants and he never settles for less. 

And Blaine knows now, that Kurt wants him. All of him. And he will always want him. 

Kurt walks them back towards the bed, and Blaine falls gracelessly upon it, caught by surprise as Kurt climbs after him. He has a glint in his eye, and Blaine bites his lips on a grin. He nearly turns to crawl away, the cat-and-mouse chase causing his blood to boil and his heart to race, and he’s pleased when Kurt tsk’s and tugs him back, pinning him to the bed and reaching down to pinch at his thigh. 

Blaine barks out a surprised laugh and kicks his leg a bit, because now Kurt’s just being mean. 

“I can’t help it,” Kurt laments as Blaine fruitlessly begs beneath him, his gelled hair now ruffled and askew, curls falling across his forehead. “I love your laugh. I love everything about you.”

“Y-You’re gonna kill me,” Blaine snorts, his shirt now bunched up around his ribs. “No - wait!”

Kurt’s already ducking down, biting and licking along his ribs and Blaine screeches. 

“Okay - okay, mercy! Please!” 

Kurt sighs, smoothing Blaine’s shirt back down. “Alright, since you asked so nicely.”

Blaine heaves a deep breath, his belly fluttering with residual giggles, and when he finally peeks his eyes open and looks up, Kurt’s gazing down at him with a look so warm, Blaine’s body melts on the spot. 

“Please don’t be so hard on yourself,” Kurt murmurs, cupping Blaine’s face in one hand and smoothing a thumb along his cheek. 

Blaine’s stomach swoops, his skin tingling from the inside out, and he leans up on his elbows, surging forward to kiss Kurt with as much emotion as he can muster. “I’ll try not to,” he mumbles against Kurt’s lips, “I’ll try.”

Kurt smiles then, sitting up and pulling Blaine up with him. “Good. Now, let me cook dinner for us, okay?”

“You need me to help?”

Kurt leans over, gripping Blaine’s neck and kissing his temple. “Don’t worry about it. You just sit here and look pretty, like you always do.”

Blaine just bites his lip on a smile, ducking his head. He really is the luckiest guy in the world.

#klaine #glee #worm writes #wow i havent used that hashtag in a while #tickling #tickle fic