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pixiealtaira · 5 years

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Kurtoberfest prompt three: werewolves

written in 2018 but not finished until December...when I got tired of Christmas prompts and my brain cried.

Pairing: Klaine BUT NOT Blaine or Klaine friendly. Moving towards Sam and Kurt.

Kurt Hummel was sitting on a hay bale, lost. And very upset.

He should have just outright refused when Blaine suggested they all head out to the corn maze north of Westerville and meet up with some of the guys from Dalton. Rachel of course took him up on it when Blaine told her it would be a great opportunity to spy on the Warblers and the rest fell into line when Rachel declared it a ‘chance of a lifetime’ and ‘fun to boot’. Most were feeling sorry for her after she got banned from singing in sectionals after the whole ballot box thing…and those who didn’t give in for that reason and spying on the Warblers gave in so Sam could have a fun activity to welcome him back.

Corn mazes are dusty and itchy after all. He could have refused. It was after Halloween…he just should have insisted that the season for corn mazes was passed. Rachel would have tossed a fit and Blaine would have been mad but no one else would have batted an eye.

But he didn’t.

And he should have put his foot down when Blaine decided they should spilt up into small groups that were mixed between the schools and that he would hang with Sebastian and Thad and some of the kids Sebastian wanted for the Warblers…all under the guise of being there to give his opinion of the potential new Warblers. And Kurt didn’t put up a fuss when Blaine told Kurt he should just stick with Santana and Brittany, who Blaine didn’t trust with any Dalton boys…and who ditched Kurt within three turns of stepping into the maze…without question cards so Kurt had no hints at all which turn to take at which turning point.

But he didn’t.

So he had no one with him when he turned the corner three turns and four long straight paths back and walked into Blaine and Sebastian rolling in the hay…both figuratively and literally. No one to see Sebastian’s triumphant smirk…or hear Blaine tell Sebastian that this was more fun than last time…or witness the multitude of love bites covering Blaine’s exposed body, several which were not new. So there would be no one to believe him…he was sure.

On the good note, no one was there to see Kurt’s tears or hear him sob as he lay on the hale bale where he’d finally stopped running from the sight. And there didn’t seem to be anyone around to hear him scream either. Well, call out anyway…he hadn’t resorted to screaming quite yet. Except for the one he’d released in anger and frustration and fury about Blaine.

The hay bale was at a spot where it was a four way intersection, so Kurt figured he was bound to see someone sooner rather than later. He was perched under the sign with the werewolf instead of the sign with the zombie. They were bound to mean something if he had the code cards…but he didn’t, so they didn’t.

He called out again, just shouting “hello….anyone nearby?” into the void, and mentally berated himself once again for leaving his cellphone in his car like Blaine insisted.

He didn’t get an answer. He considered getting up and trying to find his way out…again. Standing on the hay bale had not helped at all, so figuring out his way out would be a massive bunch of guesses. Then he remembered his dad’s rules of wilderness interaction…which he decided this decidedly was. One of those rules…stay you ass put if you are lost.

Kurt sighed. He’d give staying put twenty minutes. The corn maze was only so big…he could stay lost but if he didn’t come home his dad would call and if TONS of people came out to hunt the corn maze he’d surely be found even if he did move. However twenty minutes was a LONG time to be bored.

The first thing he tried he figured was a two prong attack on bored and being lost. Rachel always seemed to show up when he sang songs that were ‘hers’…so he started with Defying Gravity…complete with the high notes he blew to keep peace. It didn’t bring Rachel storming into the intersection, but he was rather proud of himself. He moved on to On My Own from Les Mis and On My Own from Fame, the theme song from Fame, and then I Dreamed a Dream.

Rachel didn’t come storming to get him, however…he was enjoying the whole singing loudly and fully without anyone telling him to hush. There wasn’t anyone commenting on his voice, or his songs choices…or telling him he had to sing just one certain way.

So…Kurt decided to sing things he knew no one would accept from him and so he never even considered singing during glee club. He sang Loch Lomond and Danny Boy. He sang How Great Thou Art and Amazing Grace…(and fully expected Quinn or Mercedes to show up and accuse him of believing in God…which he didn’t, but he liked the songs)…and Come Thou Fount and The Prayer. Then Kurt turned to those songs he knew would really have ...shocked… the others. He started with Ring Of Fire…safe enough choice. Kurt moved into Fishin’ In the Dark and Friends With Tractors. He was just starting into Achy Breaky Heart when Sam came dashing down from the side that zombie sign was placed towards.

“I thought it was you…but Artie told me it was impossible, because you didn’t know songs like the ones we kept hearing.” Sam exclaimed.

“Can you get us out of here?” Kurt asked.

“I can get us back to Artie, and then I think between the three of us we can get out of here.”

“Good…I’m done with this. Oh, I’m also done with Blaine.”

“Done with Blaine?” Sam asked, making sure Kurt was following him towards where he’d left Artie.

“Breaking up with him done. I will not tolerate cheating, especially when one is uncouth enough to literally roll in the hay…in public…where children could have seen.”

“He did what?” Sam shouted.

“Who did what?” Artie shouted.

Kurt followed Sam around the bend at the end of the straight run…the bend towards the Werewolf.

“That was Kurt!?” Artie yelled again.

“I told you it was Kurt. Blaine did a what…so Kurt is breaking up with him.” Sam said.

“But Kurt sings Madonna and Lady Gaga and Broadway. Kurt doesn’t sing country.” Artie said.

“I sing pretty much everything…no one ever asks. Everyone set me in a box by day two of glee club and never let me out of it. Blaine cheated…enough said. I cried already…then I sat on an itchy hay bale for too long and now I’m mad...and itchy. And done with this place. Do you have the damn clue cards?”

“Yep. This junction’s question is…Remus Lupin is a ….go right for Werewolf or left for Zombie.”

It took them ten minutes to complete the corn maze…with Artie surprised Kurt knew the Zombie question’s answers even when they were too obscure for him and Sam.

“So…Zombies and Country Music…” Artie asked as they relaxed next to the snack shack by the parking lot.

“I had a zombie phase in 8th grade and county music is one of the top music choices at the garage. I also sing some mean Dixie Chicks.” Kurt said. “When can we head home?”

Sam laughed. “When everyone else exits the maze.”

Kurt sighed. “I’m pretty certain I’m developing a rash. Cover-up will not conquer hives.”

Artie laughed. “And he’s back.”

Kurt stuck his tongue out at Artie and the conversation turned to the Muppet Show, of all things.

The others started trickling out of the maze in twos and threes and then about half the others who’d run into each other at one point and then figured the more the better. Artie left to hang with Puck and Mike when they got out.

Kurt scratched at his arms and legs and back. Blaine and Sebastian and none of the kids who’d gone into the maze with them were out yet, nor was Finn and Rachel or Santana and Brittany. Quinn was surrounded by Dalton boys who were hanging onto her every word and Tina was by Artie and Mike and Puck.

Sam stuck by Kurt.

“We could just leave them here. Especially Blaine and Sebastian. I was so upset I threw myself onto that damned hay bale and cried on it…and then sat on it because in running from them I got lost and now I’m going to be one huge mass of rash. So we could just leave them here…and they could suffer. And they probably won’t, I mean even though they were near naked on the damn things I bet neither gets a rash…just me…heartbreak and rash. I hate corn mazes. And hay. And I can see pumpkins so I’m even finding myself feeling negative about them…and I love pumpkins.”

Sam pulled Kurt’s hand off his arm…where he was scratching. He took Kurt’s hand in his and just held it.

Kurt stilled and looked at Sam. “If someone sees they might get the wrong impression.” Kurt whispered.

Sam smiled. “I doubt it.”

“Finn will…” Kurt whispered even softer.

“He could, but right now you need a friend and you need to not scratch. This gives you both. I don’t care what Finn thinks…or anyone else. I’d offer a hug but it might make you even more miserable.”

Kurt chuckled. “Probably would. Last time I got like this I had to wear soft worn cotton for a week and a half…and I have just one t-shirt and one pair of lounge pants that will work right now.”

“Was it the hay bales last time?” Sam asked.

“No, it was the actually grass type last time…in some field. It was on a field trip when I was seven. I’ve been on hay bales since and not had any reaction, but those were mostly alfalfa. These must not be mostly alfalfa, but have grass I was irritated by in them.” Kurt sighed.

“You aren’t going to be able to drive home…I could drive for you.” Sam said.

Kurt smiled at him. “I wouldn’t mind that. Finn can’t drive my baby. He’s not allowed. I don’t trust him at all behind the wheel.”

Sam laughed. “I don’t blame you. I fear my life half the time when he drives. Who all did you drive here?”

“Blaine.”

“That was it?” Kurt nodded.

“Does Blaine have his phone on him?” Sam asked.

“He took it with him.”

“Text him that you are heading home and he needs to catch a ride with someone else. I’ll call Finn and tell him Blaine needs a ride home and that we are leaving now. And I’m going to run over and tell Mike. Blaine should be covered with all that.”

“See the blond boy over by Quinn. Tell him as well, he’ll make sure Blaine gets home. Tell him I’m having a reaction to something and have to go.”

Sam took off to talk to Mike and Jeff. Kurt headed to his SUV. He fetched his phone and texted Blaine. He also texted Rachel…and Quinn. The message was simple. ”Bad reaction to something in hay. Need to go home. Sam is going to drive me. Blaine needs to find his own way home.”

Kurt reached behind the driver’s seat and found his ‘emergency’ box. He fetched the mittens from inside. Sam couldn’t drive and hold his hand after all.

Sam was running towards the SUV he turned to head over to the passenger side.

“Done. Finn answered his phone, too…so the message was spoken to him. Are you wearing mittens?” Sam asked.

Kurt nodded. “You can’t exactly hold my hand while driving.”

Sam smiled. “I could try, but that perhaps is for some other time. Climb in and lets head out. Oh, call your dad so he knows, right?”

Kurt called his dad as soon as he was settled.

He scratched the whole time he was on the phone. He even tried to scratch at his arms and side using the hand holding his phone.

The moment he finished talking to his dad, Sam held his hand out for the phone, which he then tucked into the driver’s side door pocket. “Choose a radio station you can listen to the whole drive and then mittens on.”

Kurt sighed and nodded. He pushed on of the preset station buttons and oldies filled the air.

Sam smiled.

The next few hours were filled with singing along with the Everly Brothers and Elvis and to songs like Teen Angel and Leader of the Pack. Kurt asked about Sam’s family and Sam listened as Kurt voiced his worries over everything from NYADA and having enough on his application to Blaine and why he wasn’t enough. And Kurt listened to Sam’s worries about his family’s finances without him there to help and his worries about his studies and the difficulties his dyslexia was causing. Sam convinced Kurt to apply to other schools and to apply in multiple disciplines. Kurt told Sam he would start tutoring him and they’d tackle finding some other help for his dyslexia as well.

And Sam talked about his love life…or lack of…and who he had dated while in Kentucky and the messy break-up right before he came back to Lima…and Tennessee before his first move to Lima. And how it wasn’t always a girl he dated, but the treatment of people had terrified him when he first got to Lima, so he stayed quiet. But that was why Kurt hadn’t upset him or made him uncomfortable when Kurt tried to get him to sing for the Duets competition. And Kurt spoke about how Blaine’s actions had hurt and why…and the episode in the Scandals parking lot and giving in to try to keep Blaine.

“We should hang out together for a while and avoid dating. People come up to us and say…you should start dating again, we should commit to saying ‘no not right now’ and back each other up. I have no need for a girlfriend that will cheat on me again and you have no need for a boyfriend who will cheat on you. I think hanging out and doing things with each other will give us a better chance as staying single.” Sam said. “We will recover from the ridiculousness our last relationships were…allow ourselves to mend from the abusiveness of them...because I think both our last relationship were probably abusive. I mean I’d call what you went through abusive and manipulative.”

“And yours was just as bad, if not worse. I think it was creepy how people let a girl play those games. Who sits by and watches as someone tells another youngster that if they break-up with her she’ll kill herself and it will be there fault?”

“The youth pastor. I think his response when my mother got upset after I told her what was going on and how he told me I couldn’t hurt a girl by breaking her heart like I was by breaking up with her was what made it so my mom was fine with my leaving Kentucky. As far as I know she hasn’t even tried to kill herself…she just talks it when a guy she doesn’t want to break-up with yet breaks it off. But I couldn’t stand it anymore…she was trying to get me to drop art club because there were girls in the club and I might talk to them. She complained about me spending time with Stacie.”

Kurt shuddered.

Sam noticed and looked at Kurt. “That is how I felt when you told me about Blaine and his behavior at Scandals. And then I thought I should have probably told you about his behavior at Dalton after you left, but it was always while they were drunk and I thought maybe you just knew how he got.”

Kurt shook his head. “No…I didn’t even know they partied like that until becoming friends with Jeff on Facebook. I seriously thought that thing at Rachel’s was Blaine’s first party with alcohol. I should have realized it wasn’t when he drank so much but didn’t pass out completely until we got to our place. He almost matched Santana drink for drink. I think your idea has merit, but I warn you…just because I’m not being tossed in the dumpsters or pushed into lockers as much anymore, things still aren’t great. Your reputation might take a hit and who knows what they’ll say about you. You’ll probably be labeled gay.”

Sam sighed. “I let others dictate how I lived my life here last time…this time I think I need to make those calls myself. I cared too much and all I got was cheated on and no one knowing me well enough to know things were bad. Quinn didn’t count because she didn’t know things were bad because she knew me but because of church…her mom was in charge of charity food boxes. I don’t care what they call me…the fact is I have messed around with guys before and liked it and I don’t think it was just because I was at an all-boys school.”

Kurt looked at Sam and smiled. “Ok. We’ll hang out and I’ll keep you from going straight into a relationship with the nutty girls we know who will likely demand it of you and you can distract me from feeling like Blaine’s behavior means that no one could ever really actually like me. We’re almost home. Dad said to drive to the shop and he’ll decide from there where we go. I think a trip to the ER is in my future…and I’ll have to go shopping for things to wear and I won’t even be able to enjoy it.”

“I’ll come shopping with you. Then you will at least have good company. And I won’t even mind if you are grouchy the whole time.” Sam said.

Kurt smiled. “I am glad you are back, Mr. Sam I Am. I missed you.”

“I am glad to be back. I things might be going the right directions for me finally.” Sam replied as he turned into the garage parking lot. Burt exited the shop as soon as the SUV pulled in. “Now let’s see about getting you out of those mittens.”

#glee fanfic #Kurt Hummel #kurtoberfest #sam evans

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adotblog · 6 years

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The One Who Always Made The Grade - Chapter 1

Pairing: LMM x Reader

Warnings: none?! Wait, did I write this??

Notes: Lin is workshopping ‘Heights while subbing at a college. Reader (a post-grad) is assigned as his TA. There are a thousand ‘Heights references, obviously and my Shakespeare geek is showing again. Started with a prompt (thank you, lovely lady), and now a 5-part monster.

I couldn’t think of a title, so...!

Words: 2872

Tags: @alexanderusnavilindelahamilton

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You groan as you run your fingers through your hair. The room has been silent for half an hour or so as you both worked. You look over at the professor, then up at the clock. There are still another 15 papers to grade. He eyes the stack of essays. “We need more coffee.”, he says. “Definitely. I’ll go to Joe’s, Mr Miranda”, you say, getting up from the desk. “Please stop calling me that,”, he cringes “You’re not my student, Y/N”. “Sorry...Lin”, you say with a smile as you grab your bag and head for the door.

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“He missed the point entirely?”, Lin asks, putting down his pen and looking across the desk you’re sharing. You have your head in your hands as you grumble. Lin laughs “Didn’t quite catch that, Y/N”. You straighten up and exhale with a loud sigh. Still you can’t stop your frustration leaking into your voice. “He’s lifted the entire quote, right to ‘I will be horribly in love with her’...and he just basically says ‘Benedick realises that to win, he must be more in love than her’”.

Lin grins, amused by your derision of his student’s work. “What would you have written?”, he asks.

You throw your hands in the air. “Maybe, just MAYBE, I’d have mentioned that there’s nuance there-that the actor can decide whether Benedick is newly introduced to the idea of loving Beatrice in this moment or that he could reveal that he’s always been in love with her, but in denial, for so many reasons-both sensible and foolish. Honestly, that’s high school Shakespeare-and he doesn’t get it?”. You stand and pace as you continue.

“MAYBE, I’d have realised that that isn’t even the best quote to focus on-that this play, this amazing play- which he clearly hasn’t read properly- has so many truly magical passages.”. You spin on your heel “Write about ‘I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?’- the stark beauty of the abrupt admission. Write about Benedick saying he ‘cannot woo in festival terms’, contrast their private, informal love with Claudio and...what?”. You stop-Lin is watching you, leaning back in his chair, arms folded and a goofy smile on his face. He shakes his head. “Nothing. I love your passion.”, he says simply.

“Well...The kid is butchering my favourite play, damnit.”, you sulk as you sit down. “You’re going to make a great teacher”, he says warmly, shocking you into a small smile. “Here, you mark this one”, he says as he hands you a different student’s paper. “She gets it”, he winks.

A little embarrassed now, you hand him the offending paper. “It’s probably not that bad, I…”, you mumble. “Oh I’m sure it is”, Lin says “Damn kid never listens to a word I say.”.

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You check the clock- 10:30. These late night grading sessions have become a habit over the last few weeks. It’s perfect because this part of campus is so quiet at night-just professors who’ve holed away in their offices, the occasional grad student in search of a computer. Mostly it’s just you and Lin, and mostly you’re grading.

You also talk a lot. Sure, about literature. Or at least that’s how it started. Now it’s sometimes movies, or music, even campus gossip occasionally. He’s excitable like a puppy-boundless energy...until his caffeine runs out, anyway.

You look over at Lin now. His brow is furrowed as he squints at his email, clearly displeased at the content.

“Lin?”. “Yeaaaahhh.”, he answers distractedly. “How come you aren’t tenured somewhere?”, you ask. “You’re great, students really work for you...most of them anyway… how come you’re just doing this one semester?”. Lin sits back in his chair. “This isn’t my life’s work.”, he shrugs. You deliberately leave a silence for him to fill. He does. “I’m a writer...a playwright actually. At least, as soon as someone puts one of my musicals on, I will be I guess…”. He looks embarrassed.

“I love musicals. Wow, I’m going to be able to say I knew you when…!”, you say. He’s surprised by your reaction, and grins. “I hope I get good enough that you can…”, he says. “Anyway, I need to balance temp work to give me time to write, with earning money to pay the bills-that’s why I just sub.”. He looks a little weighted down by the admission, it’s clearly something he’s having to struggle with-ambition and failure, uncertainty. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll succeed.

“Make me a promise right now.”, you say impulsively, getting to your feet. He looks up at you as you stick your hand out across the desk. “I get tickets to opening night when you get to Broadway.”. He stands too, a slow smile creeping to his face. “Deal.”, he says softly. You return the smile, suddenly acutely aware that you’re effectively holding his hand. And neither of you has let go yet. You can’t be sure but you think you see his gaze flick down to your lips before he releases your hand, his expression awkward.

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An instant message alert pings at your terminal.

Lin: These tests are a hot MESS. Are you free after hours?

Y/N: I finish at 5, can be with you by 6?

Lin: You’re sure? Don’t want to keep you.

Y/N: I’m sure. Bring coffee as payment.

Lin: Deal.

It’s just before 6 when you track him down to the rehearsal room at the very back of the building. “What the…?”, you question as you throw your bag on a chair. “I know. French department’s being fumigated, a bunch of them are camped out in our normal room.”, he complains.

You stand in the middle of the room, assessing the layout. Beaten old upright piano in the corner and a million plastic chairs. No desk, no whiteboard. “Aha!”, you exclaim as you dash across the room to the curtained off area. “What?”, Lin asks, having watched you the whole time. “Behind the curtain, there’s always a folding table.”, you say. “How can you possibly know that?”, he laughs. “Didn’t you ever do community theatre? There’s always a table so they can have committee meetings and feel important.”.

You pull back the curtain with a dramatic flourish. Puppet theatre. Wooden benches. Random bits of scenery. Trestle table. “Score!”, you yell and begin to manhandle it out of the recess. Lin runs to your aid, grabbing the other end. You walk it to the middle of the room where you do battle with the folding legs, both falling about laughing, and eventually get it standing. You pull over two chairs and start unpacking papers from the plastic crate Lin’s brought.

“Huh.”, Lin says as he sits down and opens his laptop. “What?”. You stack papers between you. “We’ve never been on the same side before.”, he says, looking over at your chair. “Umm, of the table. Desk.”, he adds and hands you a coffee. You smile as you take your seat next to him. “Always on your side, Lin”, you joke.

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You push open the door with your butt and reverse into the room with your coffee tray. Lin’s at the piano and plays clown entrance music as you struggle to keep the cups and bags from falling. “Cut that out or no cookies for you!”, you chastise. He comes to take the cups from you and places them atop the piano. He sits back at the keyboard. “I fancied a musical interlude for our coffee break”, he says.

“Like...karaoke?” you ask. “Ha, maybe. What’s your favourite musical?”. You unwrap the cookies as you answer. “Rent. No, Les Mis. No, Rent. Ugh, don’t make me choose things.”. He plays the intro to “A Heart Full Of Love” And you give him a death stare. “NO. Also, eww I’m not Cosette!”, he laughs as he keeps playing. “You’re Eponine?!”. You posture next to the piano. “Duh, I’m Enjolras!”. He laughs so hard he has to stop playing, nearly falling off the stool. You hand him a cookie. “So, cut to the chase.”, you say. He cocks his head to the side. “Lin, you’re at the piano, you clearly want to play me something from your musical”, you tease. “Get on with it.”. You lean your elbow on the top of the piano as he pretends to be outraged.

“Yeah you’re right.”, he concedes after approximately two seconds. He bites the cookie then hands it back to you. He chews super fast, hurriedly takes a sip of coffee and then says “This is called ‘In The Heights’”. He plays a bouncy melody on the keys. “I can’t sit still at all tonight…”.

He plays like someone living the melody. He inhabits the song, it’s just an extension of him. The song, by the way, is utterly charming. It’s a ballad, clearly a love song, but upbeat. It really feels like Lin. Halfway through the verse he looks you in the eye. “So take these dreams

And sing them back to me”.

You weren’t expecting to react to what he was going to sing. But as you hold his gaze and listen to the lyrics and he sings “Please come back to me”, you swallow thickly, wetness gathering at the corner of your eye. He hits the final chord of the song and for a second he just stares at the keys. He’s clearly in the emotion of it and it takes a second for him to slip back into himself. “Uhhh. It needs some more work and..”, he shuffles on the bench.

“Lin, it was beautiful.”, you say, aware there’s a catch in your voice. “You wrote that? You really wrote that?”. He smiles “Yeah.”. “Do you realise how good it is? I...I really am gonna see you on Broadway one day!”, you say excitedly. He smiles and gets up from the bench, heading back to the table/desk. “Break’s over”, he smiles. You chase after him. “No! I need to hear more! Do they get together?! Are they happy? Did you break them up?!”

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From that day, you never go back to the old room. Instead you always use the rehearsal room for grading and lesson planning. You always plan a coffee break and it always happens at the piano.

You always ask Lin to play something he’s written. He always does-he is a natural show-off after all. You love everything he plays, he’s a genuine talent and his songs easily stick in your head so you find yourself humming snippets even when he’s not around.

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“I believe Ms Y/L/N might have some thoughts on that”, Lin says from the whiteboard. Your head snaps up as all the students turn to look at you. Lin grins and beckons you to the front of class. You make your way through the desks, hoping the look you’re giving him accurately conveys your feelings about being put on the spot.

“Much Ado is an infinitely better love story than Romeo and Juliet...Go!”, he says and gestures like a starting pistol, jumping out of the way to give you the floor. You sigh. “Alright. I hope you’re writing this down I’m gonna test you later. First: Beatrice.”.

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“That was...unexpected!”, you scold him later. “Ahh, I’m sorry-but I knew you’d make the case so well”, he grins. You fold your arms. “You had them enthralled.”, he says, more serious now. You begrudgingly thank him “Don’t spring that on me again, though”, you say. “Couldn’t if I wanted to”, Lin says as he packs his messenger bag. “That was our last class together.”.

Oh. Right. He’s a sub, he won’t be back next semester...you’ll be someone else’s TA. You feel a little pang of you don’t know what. “But hey, we’ve gotta get through finals first”, Lin grimaces. “Oh god. Do you have a plan?”, you ask. Lin gets out his diary and you talk through when you can go over the content of the test and then grade it. “We need to post results early that Monday morning so really we need to work through the weekend-can you do that?”, he asks. “Sure. The rehearsal room?”, you ask. “Well, that room seems to be perpetually empty other than for you and me, so yeah.”, Lin chuckles. “I’ll bring the snacks!”, you say happily.

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And so, two weeks later, it’s Saturday night and you’re both cross legged on the floor in front of 30 papers. You’ve laid them all out, trying to sift them into piles of great, good, not great and terrible. Lin sighs. “Honestly, Y/N, if you have somewhere to be-just go. Saturday nights should not be spent like this.”, he grumbles.

“Nah it’s fine.”, you shrug. The truth is you like his company. You look forward to your musical coffee breaks. “Then at least let me buy takeout or something.”, he says. “Lin I literally brought every snack there is, stop procrastinating.”, you say.

“Ugh, fine. How long til we said we’d take a break?”, he asks. “Half an hour-can you manage that?”, you ask sarcastically. He sticks out his tongue before going back to work. Exactly 29 minutes later he jumps up and runs to the bag of snacks you’ve brought. He throws you some gummy bears and rips open a bag of pretzels on his way to the piano.

“Alright what’ll it be tonight?”, he asks, playing a few chords. “Something by you”, you say through a mouthful of gummy bears. “You always say that. I ain’t your performing monkey!”, he jokes. “Please, you live for an audience-you’re everyone’s performing monkey!”, you laugh. He gasps. “How dare you. Ok this one is called Hundreds of stories-but it’s not finished yet.”.

He starts singing a tale of a guy looking for his place in the world. The theme is fairly unremarkable but his lyrics…”memories like dyin’ embers From a dream I can’t remember” strikes you so hard that you miss the next couple of lines. You can easily imagine how an actor will bring these songs to life on stage.

When he finishes you clap. He grins as he grabs another handful of pretzels. “Loved it”, you say. “It’s gonna be an amazing musical, Lin”. “I hope so”, he says. “Hey you should come next time we present it!”, he says excitedly. “I’d love that! Can I sing along?”, you joke. “Absolutely not! You couldn’t anyway…?”, Lin says. “Oh yeah?”, you clear your throat, make a big show of straightening your posture and looking out over the rehearsal room before singing “This is my street, my childhood esquina…”. You only know the first four lines or so but when you turn back to Lin he is grinning ear to ear.

“How’d you remember that?!”, he asks. “Lin you played me it twice and it’s been my ear worm for a month. It’s GENIUS.”, you declare. Lin looks both embarrassed and pleased. “Thank you.”. There’s an awkward pause. “I should go get coffee”, he says and trots over to the door.

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“Agreed?”, you ask, as you both stand in front of the stacks of papers. He takes one last look. “Agreed!”, he says. “Yes!”, you holler. Lin leaps up and down, whooping, then throws his arms around you in a celebratory hug. It only lasts a second before he breaks away and starts piling the papers into his crate, but it takes you longer than that shake yourself back to his conversation. “...and honestly, they’re a good bunch of kids”, he’s saying. You nod and smile.

“Oh! Lin, I forgot I got a favour to ask you.”, you remember. “Sure, What?”. “Umm, well I’m applying for a couple of jobs here-night school teaching, that kind of thing….”. “Y/N, that’s great! You’d be great at that!”, he interrupts excitedly. You smile. “I just wondered if maybe you would give me a reference?”.

“Of course!”, he says “gimme your phone.”. You hand him your phone and he adds his number. “Just call me when you need something.”, he says. “Great, thank you!”, you say in relief. “No problem. Honestly, it’s been great working with you. You deserve to get a good position next year.”, he says warmly. You place your phone back in your pocket with a smile.

Lin picks up the crate as you check around to make sure you haven’t left anything. “That’s it.”. “Thanks for everything, Y/N”, he calls as he heads for the door. You stay rooted to the spot, a strange pit of disappointment in your belly that you don’t quite understand. “Wait, Y/N?”, Lin calls back through the door. “Yeah?”, you shout. He comes back into the room, balancing the box in the doorway. “Call me in a minute and hang up, so that I have your number too.”, he says with a small smile. You return the smile. “Sure.”. “Bye.”.

A few minutes later, as you head to your apartment, you call him and hang up after three rings. As you throw yourself down on your bed, your phone lights up.

Lin: Thanks. See ya around, Y/N.

See ya around.

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#lin x reader #lin manuel imagine #lin manuel x reader #hamilcast imagine #hamilcast x reader #hamilcast rpf #rpf #fanfiction

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Hmmmmn do u have any all-time fave fics u could ref? I trust u

OH MAN!!! u didnt specify any fandom so im assuming you mean my all time faves from WHEREVER and OH BOY!!!

i actually have fic rec page on my blog which spans over a whole bunch of fandoms and has cool legends like humor and angst and stuff (im still working on it tho omg) along with my catchall fic tag where i shove all the fics i reblog. but you asked for my ALL TIME FAVES so here are some off the top of my head (im limiting myself to one per fandom or else id be here FOREVER).

(note: pls check the tags of fics before you read them)

Designations Congruent with Things by cleanwhiteroom (alt link) [Pacific Rim]

He begins at it already pried apart

OHHHHHH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. oh my GOD. okay i lose my shit over Designations Congruent with Things on a yearly basis because it is, by far, one of the most stunning pieces of fiction ive read. full stop. not only is it a feat of fanfiction (it’s GODDAMN LONG. it’s been taken off of ao3, so i cant check the wc, but damn i remember it was long), but as a story, it’s just. god, i dont even know what to say. ive already talked about this fic in a previous ask, so im just going to reiterate all my love again, just phrased slightly differently.

DCwT is an epic piece of Newt/Hermann Pacific Rim fanfiction. it follows Hermann and Newt after the events of the movie and delve painfully into each and every consequence their actions cause. it’s quite possibly the hardest thing ive ever read, for many reasons; the emotions are so vivid and they hurt; the science is so well researched it took me an hour to get through a paragraph because i my brain was still trying to catch up; Run On Sentences For Miles; it’s really, really goddamn long. i remember it got some flack for being over complicated, but in my opinion, the things that make this fic difficult are exactly what make it incredible. it’s overly cerebral in a way two messed up genius scientists would absolutely be. this fic is. i dont have words for it. i have only read the whole thing in its entirety ONCE and i have tried to reread it but goddamn is it difficult. this fic is definitely not for everybody, but it’s a piece of art that gained a bit of a cult following back when it was updating. (theres a fictional band in the fic that inspired ppl to make the band and the music real. RIGHT???) anyway this fic is basically the cornerstone which i worship when it comes to fanfiction as a genre of literature. jesus christ. jesus christ.

World Ain’t Ready by idiopathicsmile [Les Miserables]

Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn’t even opened his mouth yet. That’s got to be a record, even for them.

“I need a favor,” he says at last.

“With what?” says Grantaire. “Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I’d be awesome at cults, I just know it.” He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. “I love chanting, I look great in robes—”

(High school AU. Grantaire the disaffected stoner is pulled into a cause bigger than himself. Or: in which there are pretend boyfriends for great justice.)

if youve ever been in the les mis fandom i know you know this fic. i know youve already read this fic. i know that your dog has probably already read this fic. i know that this fic has been recced to hell and back, and currently resides as the most kudo-sed work in the les mis tag on AO3. but im reccing it anyways because it’s just THAT GOOD. this fic got me INTO THE FANDOM. pacing. plot. characterization. teen angst. HUMOR. this fic is perfect. literally no other words. it’s just perfect. i read this in my last few months of senior year high school, and never before have i ever read a fic that actually, truly, felt like it was about teenagers. the narrative and the voice. the dialog. god. if this were a book, id buy it. and that’s saying something because im always BROKE. but id buy this fic. several times. who am i kidding. you dont need to know this bc youve read this fic before. if you havent, please. do yourself a favor. oh my god. oh my god. (and when youre done, read all of idiopathicsmile’s other fics too god theyre all SO GOOD)

catch me if you can by isawet [Teen Wolf]

What do you think of my solution to the Kobayashi Maru?

hands down one of my favorite teen wolf fic. a vague summary gives way to a fic with incredible characterization. fucking beautiful writing style. non-chronological story telling done wonderfully. and gosh, that ending. hilarious in tiny bits that make it all the more better. just, honestly. this fic needs so much more love. it’s my go-to fic whenever i want to understand just how one can utilize suspense and tension in writing. what the hell. what the

Segments [series] by d_aia [Kingsman: The Secret Service]

“Are you sure that’s how you want to tell him?” Merlin asked once again.

“He will need space to deal with situation. It’s how he copes,” Arthur explained and a bit pretentiously at that, if one were to ask Merlin. “I’m giving him a place and a reason to run.”

Merlin chose to shut up.

all fics in this series? my favorite. it’s intelligent, brutal, beautiful. it’s been a while since ive read these, but theres a reason these fics still haunt me. god. god.

Graduate Vulcan for Fun and Profit by lazulisong [Star Trek: AOS]

It really does take a village to raise a Jim.

The members of the Kelvin’s crew watch over Jim as much as he lets them.

I LOVE THIS FIC SOOOOOOO MUCH. it’s a really delicate, heartfelt piece that isnt afraid to be an asshole sometimes, which is basically jim kirk in a nutshell. not only does it go through an incredible reflective relationship with some rando vulcan who decided to take him under his wing, but it does so in a realistic way that doesnt over dramatize aspects, but still ends up very vivid. also, THERES VULCAN LINGUISTICS. linguistics + fanfiction = 10000000% Best Shit EVER.

fathers and sons by M_Leigh [X-Men: DoFP]

“I have an – interest – in Peter Maximoff,” Erik said, somewhat grudgingly, glaring. “A – familial – interest –”

Everybody stared at him.

“In that – mutantkind is one – large – family –” Erik said valiantly, if pathetically.

“Oh, shit,” Alex said. “No way. No way.”

ghghgfjhdh the first xmen fic i ever read and by far, the most fukcgin hilarious. jesus CHRIST. theres just something subtly incredible about how the author uses phrasing to make every sentence as goddamn funny as they are. im really in love with the comma placement in this fic. every comma is exactly where it needs to be. every em dash is where it belongs. IM NOT MAKING SENSE, but i would send this fic to people as a prime example of narrative humor uplifted via phrasing and punctuation. just read this fic. it’s got Hank POV, Charles being a “strange lecherous Englishman”, Peter being a Teen, and everybody drags Erik’s fashion choices.

Repeat After Me by queenieofaces [Yuri On Ice]

Victor learns language through mimicry, hears phrases and repeats them back until the inflection becomes second nature. Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back.

(Vignettes in language learning and communication, spanning the whole series.)

SO!! FUCKING!!! GOOD!!!!!!!! i think ive mentioned how much i LOVE LANGUAGE and this fic tackles the language barrier in a beautiful, earnest way. as a bilingual, this fic was just so so so good. victor is just bounding with love in this fic and the writing just feels so..,,,,warm.,,,,,

OKAY i know you only asked for fic recs and not….all these rambles but. i just have a lot of love for fanfiction. fanfiction is so great. we are so lucky. we are so lucky. dont 4get to leave kudos and comments on fics you like! happy reading anon!!!

#ANG DAMI KONG SINABI HALA #asks #anon #long post #i love fanfiction so much

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