You and me. Time and space. You watch us run.

Hi! I'm Melissa. I'm an unashamed lover of Harry Potter, Glee, Doctor Who, Days of Our Lives, Sherlock, Daniel Radcliffe, Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, Klaine, WilSon, and some other stuff thrown in. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce is the hottest character to ever grace the fictional world. Also, I'm an unapologetic fan of the NY Mets.

Things to know about me: Pride and Prejudice is my favorite book, The Wizard of Oz has always been my favorite movie, Les Miserables is my favorite Broadway show, and I don't remember life before Harry Potter. My main ships are: Kurt/Blaine (Glee); Will/Sonny (Days of Our Lives); Luke/Reid (As the World Turns); Ron/Hermione (Harry Potter); Doctor/River (Doctor Who); and basically every ship in the Buffyverse.

Feel free to browse through my pages and to ask me stuff or talk to me. I promise I don't bite!

****Not a spoiler free blog****

(WilSon gif from flawlessbilson and Klaine gif from scrunchydarren)

With you I know that I'm good for something - Del (goddessdel) - Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]


Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Twelve/River

Rated: E

Words: 3,870

Summary: River’s using her lesson time to read banned books on time travel when the front hall door opens and the Doctor bursts in, scanning the room quickly and then barking out, “River Song. With me.”

(via thespacehairandthespaceidiot)

"In The Dark" - Kurt/Blaine


Early-to-middle-ish!Klaine.  Kurt teases Blaine in a room full of their friends and then gives him a blowjob after everyone falls asleep.

Jude: I see your intergluteal porn and raise you a blowjob!  YOUR TURN.

It’s chilly in the basement, so no one comments when Kurt drags a fleece blanket around them as they settle to watch the recording of their last competition set.

Burt and Carole had said goodnight after making sure that no one had smuggled alcohol in—Kurt had rolled his eyes (“Dad, I’m classier than that—also, that carpet was not cheap.”)—so now it’s just a small group of them, pairs where pairs exist, sprawled out on sleeping bags and pillows and blankets all over the room.

Blaine makes them watch the recording twice at full speed without stops before going through it song by song at reduced speed. It’s important to self-criticize, and he has specific ideas about what they can do to perform better next time.

The New Directions’ patience lasts about as long as the third number. Santana throws a pillow at his head. Puck starts eying the basement window and muttering about escape and the quickest jogging path to the nearest liquor store. Sam is surfing the Internet on Blaine’s phone. Rachel is on Blaine’s side, but she is easily distracted by Finn. One by one, they all check out and stop listening, until finally someone suggests a generic movie choice that they can all agree on, and Kurt flicks the DVD case across the room with a resigned sigh.

"This is what happens when we trap them in a small space without alcohol and ask them to tolerate each other," he says, settling against Blaine’s side.

Read More

Fic: Slumber


likearumchocolatesouffle prompted sex while one of them of them is falling asleep or waking up. missbeizy your breathplay was breathtaking (LOLS), but Kurt is awfully tired now. Maybe it’s all the sex. 

For those wanting easy access (LOLS AGAIN), the great Porn off of 2014 has gone a little like this: 

A little voyeurism (me), Kurt’s butt being irrisitible (beizy), dirty talkin’ intergluteal (me), a teasing, furtive, public blowjob (beizy), bossy!kurt getting his way (me), and a little breathplay to top it off (beizy). For now. Damn that’s a lot of porn, I hadn’t realized how much. I think we all may be tagging this crazy #porn off 2014.

“Mmm, hey,” Kurt murmurs, accepting Blaine’s kiss as he crawls into bed. “Your lips are cold.”

“Well it’s cold out,” Blaine responds, whispering in the dark. Everyone in the apartment is asleep.

“Time is’t?” Kurt is already falling back asleep.

“One,” Blaine says. He’s settling under the heavy blankets, where a delicious heat from Kurt’s sleeping body has collected. “You’re—” Blaine’s exclaims when his hands find Kurt’s mostly naked.

“Was waiting,” Kurt rolls over onto his back.

Read More

Fic: At Least Say Please


a hodgepodge of prompt bits, notably one from candco who enjoyed Bossy!Kurt and wanted more and also spinmybowtie who wanted fingering (among other things I didn’t get to). Once again, in true porn off style, I wrote this fast and am my only beta, which means…mistakes ahoy.

@missbeizy, I enjoyed the furtive blowjob porn, but Bossy Kurt wants to know what’s next?

“No, put it on the third shelf,” Kurt says over his shoulder. Blaine pauses, arm stretched most of the way to the top of the bookcase.

“But Kurt it’s a textbo—”

“No the color of the spine will look good with the theme of the third shelf.”

Blaine frowns. That doesn’t even make sense. And it won’t actually look good. Behind him, Kurt sighs. “Blaine, just trust me and do it.”

Blaine bites his lip and thumps it down a little harder than necessary. He’s still in his school clothes and it’s been a long day; all he wants is a warm drink and his pj’s.

“Hey,” Kurt looks up when he passes the kitchen table, “What’s up?” He looks so honestly clueless it lessens some of Blaine’s irritation.

“You’re such a bossypants sometimes,” Blaine says with a smile.

“Well no actually these pants are a great steal I got from EBay, they’re—”

“Kurt,” Blaine tries not to laugh, “just say you’re sorry or that you’ll say please next time.”

“Oh,” Kurt kisses him, lips sweetly contrite. “Sorry honey.”

Read More


anonymous prompted: Do you still take prompts? Because i would love some army!kurt, either coming home and supising blaine or the skype-y long distance stuff.

“Blaine, dude, you gotta calm down.”

Blaine whirls around from where he’s straightening his comforter to give his roommate, Kyle, a scathing glare. Kyle, to his credit, doesn’t look away from the hacky sack he’s tossing in the air. “Calm down? Kyle, I haven’t seen my recently-deployed fiancé since he left the country back in August. That was—are you looking at me?—over a month ago.”

Kyle finally stops tossing the hacky sack and heaves himself into a sitting position, holding his hands out in surrender. With his floppy blond hair and brown eyes Kyle reminds Blaine a lot like a Labrador, especially when he knows that he’s done something wrong.

Read More


An hour before walking down the aisle to a fiance he’s never met, Kurt gets a surprise.

On October 15, 2008, it was decided that all homosexual males and females shall be assigned with a partner, who they will marry once both have reached the age of 21…

The law had since been changed to allow those who were already together to marry each other. 

Kurt hadn’t even bothered trying to find someone. 

Strangely enough, the bullying had stopped once the law was announced and he had stumbled through the rest of high school with one goal: getting out of Lima. Once in New York, he devoted his time to chasing his dreams and despite Rachel’s encouraging and hints of blind dates, Kurt hadn’t given the idea of romance a second thought. 

So here he was, getting married to a stranger called Blaine Anderson in about an hour. 

Read More


Summary: Their first sleepover as boyfriends. It has to be different, right?

A/N: continuing the drabble challenge and ems wanted their first sleepover

It’s different. They’re boyfriends now. It just has to be different.

They’ve had sleepovers before (before they were together, a couple, boyfriends).

Read More


This is dedicated to superwhopotterjohnlock & queermarauders who both guessed whose POV it was from. It’s canon-verse OOTP era. 

Grimmauld place after midnight was even more of an unwelcoming place than it was during the day. Shadows were everywhere, hiding old magic Hermione didn’t even want to think about. The one positive point was that at least the portraits were sleeping now, so there was no one threatening to pull her nails out for “tainting” the house. She carefully jumped over the step on the bottom of the stairs that creaked, and made her way towards the kitchen. She’d spend most of the evening reading, and simply hadn’t been able to stop until her cup of tea had gone cold after already having reheated it a couple of times. She hadn’t expected anyone to be awake still - Mrs. Weasley had loudly suggested everyone catch an early night - yet the light in the kitchen was still on, a couple beams peeking through the crack of the door. Hermione sighed, and was about to turn around and go back upstairs, giving up her quest for tea, when she recognised one of the voices as Professor Lupin’s. No-longer-professor Lupin.

“I don’t know why you insist on baking a cake.”

There was a deep huff, more suitable for an animal than an actual human, which Hermione recognised as Sirius’. “I baked a cake for his first birthday, you know.”

Read More

something-shorter said: Oooh found it! Kinda tempted to go for number 5, but I think that 37 is slightly more feasible! Will and Sonny, number 37 please :D


#37 meeting in prison au


"What you in for?"

Will always tried to ignore the speaker, but he knew that would only cause more problems in the long run.  So he had a three ask rule.  If they asked a third time he’d answer, but in that “what of it” kind of way.

"It’s the first thing they ask you in here, isn’t it?  What you in for?  They’re sizing you up, trying to work out what kind of person you are.  If you’re the idiot who held up a store and got caught, or of you shot someone in cold blood."

Will looked up but said nothing.

"And you put on this air of not giving a damn, like everyone’s beneath you.  But inside we’re all the same.  Just trying to survive our days here."

"What you in for?" Will asked.

"Assault with a deadly weapon.  My dad’s a lawyer, bargained me down from attempted murder."

"Lucky you."


"Attempted murder," Will said, breaking his own rule.  "Shot Mom’s fiance on the day of their wedding."

"Guess you didn’t approve."

Will said nothing.

"It should have gone down as self-defence," the man continued.  "But then who gives a damn about people like me?"

Will looked up and immediately wished he hadn’t as, in recognising what was said, he’d played his own hand.  ”Advice,” he said carefully, “don’t broadcast that.  Not in here.  There are a few guys, there always is, but the rest of them?  Just like they are out there.”


"Yeah, well, if you make it through in one piece you can thank me then."

Somewhere a guard barked out two names.  Recognising his, Will got to his feet at the same time as the other guy did too.

"See you around, Kiriakis," Will said.

"See you around, Horton," he replied.


This “spoiler” about Blaine and Karofsky is more ridiculous than when it was reported that Kurt was moving to Russia. I’ve seen a lot of worried and angry fans over the past few days and this is my way of venting my feelings.

Drabble - Blaine wakes up after a bad dream.

Blaine’s eyes flew open and he bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. It was as though he had been laying in a bath, slowly drowning before he surfaced, desperate for oxygen. He was sweating; his skin felt clammy and he was too warm in his button up flannel pyjamas.

As the memories of his dream came into focus, the fog around his head shifting, he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He glanced around the room in a panic and then down at Kurt, who was sleeping peacefully next to him, curled up with his arm resting on the now empty spot where Blaine had been laying. His heart skipped a beat, relief flooding his chest. It was just a dream.

Blaine took a deep breath and vowed never to drink again if it resulted in bad dreams that had his heart racing, pumping angrily in his chest.

He couldn’t remember too much about the dream; now he was awake, the details were fading away into the dark corners of his mind, only leaving him with a few fragmented memories and the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Read More

(Source: queensgirlfriday)