Title: Of Lists, Bowling, and Math- Part 3 (Final Part)
Author: metallic_etoile
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Summary: It’s kind of hard to get over a crush when you don’t really want to…
Disclaimer: How strange. I don’t seem to have anything to do with Glee. Well that kind of sucks, but oh well.
AN: Okay, guys, this is the end. Which is kind of sad, cuz this thing’s like my baby. But, oh well. All good things must come to an end. Let me know what you think <3 Previous parts are here: Part 1, Part 2
- Location:Mars
- Mood:
complacent - Music:Why Won't You Give Me Your Love- The Zutons
Title: Of Lists, Bowling, and Math- Part 2
Author: metallic_etoile
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Summary: It’s kind of hard to get over a crush when you don’t really want to…
Disclaimer: How strange. I don’t seem to have anything to do with Glee. Well that kind of sucks, but oh well.
AN: Okay, here’s Part 2. See, I told you guys I wouldn’t take too long posting the next part. In case you haven’t read it, here’s Part 1
- Location:The Earth's Core
- Mood:
thirsty - Music:Last Name- Glee Cast
Title: Of Lists, Bowling, and Math- Part 1
Author: metallic_etoile
Rating: PG-13, at the most.
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Summary: It’s kind of hard to get over a crush when you don’t really want to
Disclaimer: How strange. I don’t seem to have anything to do with Glee. Well that kind of sucks, but oh well.
AN: This is part 1; let me know what you guys think :)
( The sad thing is that Kurt feels pretty much everything for Puck: The guy who stood him up. )
- Location:Guess
- Mood: jubilant
- Music:I'm Not A Robot- Marina and the Diamonds
Okay, so, for some reason, people have been really ignorant of Canada and it's awesomeness. Maybe I'm just noticing it more lately, but whatever. Here are some facts and myths about Canada:
- Location:Canada. Obviously.
- Mood:
cold - Music:Piece of Me- Britney Spears
Title: The First Time
Author: metallic_etoile
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Summary: Nobody’s first time is pleasant.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with Glee. I just don’t.
AN: Okay, so I’m gonna go ahead and dedicate this to megan_moonlight because she wanted some smut. And this is technically smut, it’s just not great smut lol And to rei17 because she wanted Kurt wearing Puck's clothes, and this has a teeny-tiny little bit of that in it, too lol
( “I think I’m supposed to be on top of you.” Kurt says, biting at his lip. )
- Mood: mellow
- Music:Sweet Caroline- Glee Cast Version
Rating: PG-13, mostly for language, though.
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, Puck/Rachel
Author: metallic_etoile
Disclaimer: Hmm, weird. I’m still in no way affiliated with Glee.
Summary: Sequel to Trying To Get Through The Day
Spoilers: Mostly just Episode 8- Mash-Up
AN: Dedicated, once again, to the awesome rei17 because she wanted a sequel, so, yeah, I did one :D
( Pt. 2 )
Title: Sweet Caroline
Rating: PG-13, mostly for language, though.
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, Puck/Rachel
Author: metallic_etoile
Disclaimer: Hmm, weird. I’m still in no way affiliated with Glee.
Summary: Sequel to Trying To Get Through The Day
Spoilers: Mostly just Episode 8- Mash-Up
AN: Dedicated, once again, to the awesome rei17 because she wanted a sequel, so, yeah, I did one :D
Pt. 2 of the fic...
Title: Trying To Get Through The Day
Author: metallic_etoile
Rating: PG-13 for language, I guess
Paring: Puck/Kurt
Summary: Kurt gets hurt and Puck realizes some things
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything relating to Glee. Kinda wish I did, but I don’t.
AN: Dedicated to rei17 because that’s who gave me the idea in the first place. So here you go :D You wanted angst, and I’m a total fluff person, so I hope I didn’t butcher it too badly lol
( Finn shakes his head. “No, man.” he says quietly. “Like, someone beat the shit out of him. He’s got a black eye-” )
- Location:I don't have a location.
- Mood: cold
- Music:Don't Forget To Remember Me- Carrie Underwood
Title: The Chase
Rating: R? Nothing too sexual, just alluding to it.
Author: metallic_etoile
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything to do with Glee. Cuz you all know if I did, there’d be major slashing going on on that show.
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Summary: Puck’s an awesome boyfriend.
Warning: Language, that’s about it. Oh, and some grinding action and making out.
- Mood: chipper
- Music:Baby Of Mine- Alison Krauss
Title: A Week of Gifts
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG
Summary: Kurt has a secret admirer.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything relating to Glee. Man, but I wish I did.
AN: I actually wrote this story for a different fandom, but I decided it worked way better with Glee, so I just put Puck and Kurt into it lol
- Location:University. Unfortunately.
- Mood:
creative - Music:Billie Jean Cover- Cobra Starship
Title: Except that it is.
Rating: PG-13? At the most.
Summary: Okay, so maybe Puck’s gay after all…
Pairing/Characters: Puck/Kurt
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be. If they were, well, Puck would be pushing Kurt up against the lockers and making out with him at random times throughout the episodes.
( And it’s not like Puck’s gay for thinking about Kurt Hummel... )
- Location:Not Lima, Ohio.
- Mood:
giggly - Music:Kill All Your Friends- My Chemical Romance
Okay, so I've been at MRU for, like, a month now. A little more than a month. And it sucks. It's getting better with each passing week (I think), but that's definitely not enough to keep me motivated to stay here for four fucking years. It's just not. And I don't care what other people say about how great college is and how awesome it is to meet new people. It's not. It's really not.
Here's how University works: You get stuck in an apartment with people you hate and have to live with them for a whole year. Next, you get to get enrolled in classes that suck and that you hate. After that, you get a shitload of homework and realize that you kind of suck once you get a C- and B- paper back.
I really need to buy groceries. Like, I really really really need some food. I've got like two boxes of Kraft Dinner left and that's it. And a few cans of Ravioli. After this week, I'll be completely out of food, so I need to convince my friend to drive me to Safeway to get some groceries.
So,
Save your fucking money and don't even apply unless you absolutely know what you wanna do with your life.
On a side note, I'm really fucking sick of these 'Single mom discovers teeth whitening trick' ads that are every-fucking-where. Annoying doesn't even begin to cover it.
Urgh.
It's just not a good day today, but I felt the need to procrastinate even more from my paper that was due today that I never handed. So I'm gonna go do that. And probably get an F while I'm at it, but oh well. That's life here at MRU.
Fuck. My. Life.
- Location:Stupid university. God, I hate this place!
- Mood:
hungry - Music:Body Language- Jesse McCartney
It's my life. So why should I stay in a job that I already can't stand to go to. You know, it's kinda sad. Because I like a lot of the people there, but it's just not enough incentive to keep this fucking job. Because it sucks.
Because, you know what? I didn't fucking sign on at Home Depot to be belittled by customers or yelled at by them. Like I know that customer's are bastards. They just are. But even at Esso, they weren't this bad. Every fucking person who walks into Home Depot just assumes that the people who work there are there to kiss their asses and hold their hands through everything. And I get yelled at for not knowing where anything is. Well that's not my fucking fault that nobody ever gave me a detailed list of EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PRODUCT THAT WE CARRY IN THE DAMN STORE! It's impossible for me to know this shit. I just fucking started working there and already customer's have made me cry. Like, it took the worst kind of customer to do that at Esso, and I had some real douchebags there. But at Home Depot, everyone is an asshole. An asshole who treats the cashiers like shit. And the other employees suck too. Like, if you're not in their clique, they don't talk to you. Same with the fact that most of the guys only talk to the other guys. And, of course, one of the only guys I didn't actually mind, got fired. And he didn't even deserve it. He fucking hurt his shoulder so he's on painkillers and in and out of the hospital and he still showed up to work. And I was talking with him in the lunchroom like ten minutes before one of the managers fired him for being lazy and not getting his work done for the past two days. And that's just fucking shitty.
I have to get a new job at Wal-Mart. And I know it'll probably suck just as much as Home Depot, but whatever. I need out of Home Depot: The place where they crush their employees hopes and yell at them for insane reasons.
Like, I was standing in front of my till, because you can't stand at your till for some reason, and I had my hands in my pockets and the head cashier comes up to me and starts lecturing me about how I can't keep my hands there. Because it's unprofessional. And I get that. Yeah, I totally do, cuz, you know, when I see someone with their hands in their pockets, the first fucking thing I think of is: Unprofessionalism. NOT!
Oh, and don't even get me started on the assholes who come through my till and yell at me because the fucking register shows a price that isn't the same on in the flyer. God forbid there's no way for me to ring up an item or all fucking hell breaks loose. Jesus, I hate my job.
And what was all this bullshit in Orientation about how you can work the hours you want and that Home Depot cares about its associates VERY much. Yeah fucking right. I told them I didn't want to work nights. I said I want mornings. And what do I have on the schedule: Oh, that's right! Closings for four days in a row. No. No. No. Nonononononono! I refuse. I have to quit before the 14th.
And you know what? To all the people who think it's just because I don't like hard work. It's not. Okay? Do you understand that fuckers? I can work hard! What do you think I'm gonna do when I get to college? Slack? No. What do you think I did all in high school? I worked my ass off on projects that were due. I know that to get anywhere in life you need to work hard. But at Home Depot, you don't work hard, you work like a fucking dog for $10 an hour, which the money is good, but it's not worth the emotional hardships. Like, I feel like I'm gonna blow my fucking brains out soon.
Like, fuck, I don't want this to turn into another Esso thing. I won't let it. Because when I was working at Esso, I was soooo messed up. That job screwed with me sooo much. I was so fucking depressed when I worked there, and it affected every single thing in my life. And I don't want that again. And I can feel it that if I stay at Home Depot, it'll come to that. And I'm sorry to everyone who thinks I'm just a quitter. Because, you know what, I am one. I quit pretty much everything. But that's part of who I am. If I don't like something I'm doing. I'm not gonna do it anymore. Life's too fucking short for me to not have fun and do what I want. And for all those people who tell me that life isn't always fun, I say, well why can't it be? Why can't I have fun with MY OWN life? I know that some of you are just concerned that these things won't look good on my resume, but who cares? I don't and it's my life, so why should you? I just want you all to just let me live my own life and let me make some mistakes on my own.
Fuck, I want my mom to tell me it's okay that this wasn't the right fit for me. That I'll find something else. I just want her to understand. I want SOMEONE to understand. Because I feel kinda lost in my life right now and I need some help, I don't need negativity and people who just want to tell me what I'm doing wrong. I want someone who can tell me how to improve and what I'm doing right. I want someone who will listen to me and won't just lecture me. I want my family and friends to not make a big deal out of this and just let me be.
But enough of me being emo.
I was gonna add something happy, but yeah, at the moment, there's nothing really fantastic to report on.
To Raphael with Love <3
- Location:The Dinner Table
- Mood:
confused - Music:Mad Dog and Billy Blaze
I've got my provincial for English Lit on Friday, so I should study for that this week.
Had my Home Depot interview after school today. Lasted nearly an hour! Holy crap it was long! Fun, but long. Don't really care if I get the job. Cool if I do, so I'll have money, but meh, if I don't, whatever.
Got a killer headache right now. I kid you not. It feels like someone's drilling a fucking hole in my skull or brain or somewhere. And it's painful and not pleasant and I think I need to go somewhere dark and super quiet because I'm really sensitive to sound right now.
Not much else to post about. I've got another exam next Wednesday, Commencement on Thursday (and I'll get my diploma! WHOO!!!!), and then Prom on Friday. So, yeah, and my dress is almost finished. Everything is going to plan.
Oh! I almost forgot! I FINISHED MATH! WHOO!
So, all in all, today was like a fucking 8 on a scale of 1 to 10. Not because it was particularily fantastic, but because so many awesome things happened today.
:)
- Location:The hall of mirrors... a narcissists dream
- Mood:
nostalgic - Music:I Don't Love You- My Chemical Romance
Man, I only have like a few words. Cuz I'm like drowsing (is that even a word? Am I spelling 'word' right? It looks kind of weird.) in and out of sleep. And I didn't even really wanna post anything, but I just like felt fucking compelled to, or something like that.
Wow, I just wrote a paragraph that just totally summarized what I said in the first one. God, I'm stupid when I'm tired. Oh, and I sound like I'm on crack. I'm talking soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo slowly, and like giggling at nothing at all. I'm sooo tired! It's not even funny, except that apparently it is cuz I'm sort of laughing. And my eyes are not even open right now. They're closed and I'm really hoping that I'm trping this shit right because if it's not, I don't even care. It feels too damn good to have my eyes closed.
You know that feeling when you're like on a beach or something and you just feel like you've reaching fucking nirvana or sometihng? Yeah, this is what closing my eyes is feeling like. It's like a really awesome drug. And, man, I need sleep. There's no doubt about that. And I could totally sleep, but I've got a few things to say first.
I don't really remember what they were- ohm, wait, yes I do. Take that motherfucker. And there was supposed to be a comma in there, but since my eyes are still blissfully closed and my fingers are slow, I chose to opt out of that comma. Which I feel bad about. Poor little comma not being used. I'll make it up to it. Somehow.
Anywya, what I wanted to post was this: Spencer Smith is completely amazing, and so is Billy Idol (but that's beside the point). The point is that my love for Panic At The Disco has been renewed, because it fucking went out for a hilwe, and that sucked, but now. Wham bam, thank you ma'am! It's back.
Oh, and for the record, I feel bad for anyone that has to live with me in the future. Because, apparently, I drool nowadays and not only mumble in my sleep, but like, have full-on fucking clear as glass conversations.
Okay. Need some mothertruckin' sleeep. Very badly. Might die if I don't get in in the next five minutes. So much love. Or lovers. Depending on how you look at it. Which I look at it from the East, so yeah, there's that. Giggling again. Gotta sleep........
- Mood:
sleepy - Music:No music. Sleep needed.
- Location:La-La-Land
- Mood:
indescribable - Music:Everybody Loves Raymond
There's no reason at all to why I'm posting this, other than the fact that I got it in an email today from someone who I added a long time ago, but I actually have no clue who they are now. Anyway, this is what they sent me, and while I didn't actually care what they put as answers, I decided I'd try it out and do it myself.
Post 20 things about 20 different people you know.
1. I really wish I could tell you the truth about my life.
2. I'm really tired of lying to you.
3. The truth is, I still dream about how someday you might realize that I'm worth your time.
4. I hate how I'm afraid that if I say the wrong thing to you, you might not want to spend time with me anymore.
5. I need you more than I've ever let on. But lately, it's like you need me less and less... and that scares me.
6. I'm over waiting for you, and I feel stupid to have even waited this long. You're a douchebag.
7. You're way prettier than you give yourself credit for. I really think you need to be more confident, because, yeah, you're beauitful. Even if you don't think it yourself.
8. That one comment has made me hate you ever since.
9. We could be really great friends if only you'd talk to me and let me in. I love you, but I hate how your moods can just switch and you'll hate me one minute and the next you'll be telling me about your day. I just want us to be friends before it's too late.
10. I'm jealous of you. Not because of anything material, but because you still have your faith and I lost mine a long time ago. But I think you'd be proud of me for trying to find it again.
11. You're a great person, but sometimes I just can't handle you. I feel like you only say what you do to please me and somedays I just want you to express some kind of emotion other than happiness. I know you're a happy person, but don't fake it when you know I can see through it.
12. You're kind of a bitch. Wait- you are a bitch. I don't really like you, don't think I ever will. Oh, and stop stealing from me, because that's kind of bugging me.
13. You are amazing. I wish I had your self-confidence, brilliant mind, and openess. Too bad you're not following your dream but your parents'.
14. I want to tell you so badly all my secrets and just let you in. You deserve it, but I'm too scared. Not of what you'll think, but of who I'll become once they're out and someone else knows them. I've already done it once, and I regret that choice all the time. I need help, but I'm probably not ready for it. I think you could help, but I'm too terrified to ask you for it. Too afriad that you won't give me the time of day, or worse, you'll tell me you'll help, but when push comes to shove, I'll be there all alone with another broken promise.
15. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you. But I love you. Unconditionally. And nobody could ever replace you in my heart because without you I wouldn't be who I am today. But that doesn't change the fact that you're a cold hearted, egotistical, know-it-all-douchebag bitch.
16. You shouldn't assume everything I do is going to work out. I'm a teenager. I make mistakes. I'll continue to make them throughout my life, so please don't be disappointed in me when I tell you that I've screwed up. Please.
17. I hate how you fucking coddle her. Just let her toughen up and get through life on her own. She'll make it, she's not made of fucking glass. Take a step back, watch as she falls, then if you absolutely need to, pick up the pieces and start to reassemble her. God knows you do it everytime anyway.
18. I think you're perfect. Just the way you are.
19. I think you need to take a serious look around you and ask yourself if something seems wrong. Because something is wrong. I don't understand how you can go from one thing to another so quickly. I'm not important, I get it, but she is. And she deserves for you to spend time with her. I can live without you in my life; without you knowing how old I am, when my birthday is, what grade I'm in, whether or not I've been really sick, or that I'm not the big disappointment you make me out to be. I can deal with knowing that you chose her over me. I can handle you giving her presents, but not me. I get that I wasn't the one you wanted. I get that, to you, I'm just someone you can stand up whenever you feel like and not pay attention to. And I get that you think you're great. But you're not, and I can deal with that. I can also deal with the fact that I'm just not worth it to phone or to talk to, but she can't. She needs you, but not until you're ready to face up and be the person you were when I still loved you and believed you could return that sentiment. I'm not as naive as she is. I don't want you back. Not anymore.
20. I regret you being the only person to know the real me. I regret telling you all those things about me. I regret it everytime I think about you, and think about the fact that you always stood me up, even when you knew how that would make me feel. But most of all, I regret trusting you.
- Mood: tired
- Music:Nara- E.S. Posthumus
So, shopping for a prom dress ended up going pretty much how I thought it would. Not well. So, obviously I did NOT get a prom dress. Almost. But no dice. It's so stupid, I had this nice one all picked out and had it tried on, took it off and my mum noticed that there was a snag in the fabric, so it's not like we could fix it and buy it still, but it's not too bad because I can buy the exact same one online. So, that's good. It all worked out.
Didn't really buy much. A few books, few movies, the most amazing body cream, and I think that's it. Oh, and I pulled a muscle in my pelvic (God only knows if that's the actual area) region. All in all, it wasn't a successful trip and I missed my animals like crazy, but it was still fun.
And now, I have to put a story on here, that I just finished writing (and started) tonight. And I wouldn't normally post it, because it's crap and pretty weird and not at all what I would normally write, but I can't save anything on my computer because it's a piece of shit, so I have to put it on here in order to save it and make sure it doesn't get deleted.
( Onward to the strange little story... )
- Music:Sisterhood of the traveling pants
Today I cried at school. I don't do that. I just don't. If there's one thing I don't do at school, besides use the gross bathrooms, it's cry. Because it's embarrassing, and yeah, it really was. It happened in the first block, my support block, so there actually weren't that many people, but still... it sucked. I was just sitting there and then my friend started talking to me and it's like everything just fell apart, and trust me, I really really tried to hold it together, but yeah, it just wasn't having any of it. And then came the tears, and the looks, and my sniffling and making weird hiccup noises, and yeah. Mortified = Me.
It sucked. The whole day kinda sucked. But, on the plus side, since the world has been royally screwing me over this week (trust me on that, this is not just teenage angst), it's been trying to make it up to me. It's kinda weird how that works. Not that I'm complaining, but the world still has some work to do if it wants me to forgive it. Just saying, that less shit in my life would be very appreciative.
Anyway, I don't really have anything new to report on. Since it's Spring Break, I'll probably be doing nothing but watching a bunch of seasons and playing video games. Oh, and prom dress shopping, but that's like the least exciting thing on my list of things to do. Well, not the least exciting thing, but it's down there.
- Location:Not in Texas, that's for sure
- Mood: tired
- Music:Heroes- Episode 1
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