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Bosom Clutches For Everyone!: Fic: Cadences (7/35 + epilogue)

completelyunabashed:

Word Count: ~2640
Summary:
Life doesn’t get much better than when you get to spend it with your favorite fella. Follow the boys as they navigate from young love to newlyweds to fatherhood and beyond.
Author’s Note:
Thanks to the betas, Becca and Kerry.

July, 2020

It’s a warm summer Sunday. Kurt’s cracking eggs and Blaine’s chopping up a pepper for an omelette. Kurt has also been talking wedding plans, a mile a minute, non-stop for about the last hour. For the last week, for the past 6 months, Blaine thinks when he’s being honest.

“You look … less than thrilled,” Kurt says when he notices the crease between Blaine’s eyebrows and he loses steam on his thought process.

Livejournal / AO3

Bosom Clutches For Everyone!: Fic: Cadences (6/35 + epilogue)

completelyunabashed:

Word Count: ~2400

Summary: Life doesn’t get much better than when you get to spend it with your favorite fella. Follow the boys as they navigate from young love to newlyweds to fatherhood and beyond.

Author’s Note: Thanks to the betas, Becca and Kerry. This chapter takes place just after Chapter 3 of Circle of Fifths (Livejournal or AO3).

January 2020

A moment of Matt

Blaine and Kurt wander back onto the dance floor a few minutes before midnight. They both have shit eating grins on their faces and basically look happier than they have all day. I nudge Julia who’s sitting next to me.

“Look at poopdum,” I mutter.

Livejournal / AO3

Fic: Cadences (4/35 + epilogue)

completelyunabashed:

Word Count: 2530

Summary: Life doesn’t get much better than when you get to spend it with your favorite fella. Follow the boys as they navigate from young love to newlyweds to fatherhood and beyond.

Author’s Note: Thanks to the betas, Becca and Kerry.

March, 2019 

Blaine walks into their living room five minutes later and finds an interesting scene.

Kurt is out cold, face down on their couch, the tv blaring, and tissues and cough drop wrappers are strewn about their coffee table and the floor around it. He’s still wearing his work clothes, which even on the best of days can’t be comfortable.

Livejournal / AO3

theofficialstereklibrary:

Top 25 Sterek Fancition 

 A Californian Werewolf in New York by dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer - Oneshot | NC-17 | 16,314

When Derek finally realizes that there’s nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home.

“Yeah, I just- I don’t know. I wanted to tell you.” Stiles sounds confused by this. “I haven’t even told Scott yet. Isn’t that the weirdest fucking thing you ever heard? Like on a scale of one to were-lizard, this is like a unicorn.”

“You’ve stopped making sense again.”

“I know,” Stiles sighs. “I do that. What happened tonight, it wasn’t real, is all, before I told you. Now it is. Jesus. I had sex. Why the hell am I telling you this? I should be telling Scott.”

“So call him.”

“I don’t want to. I want to talk to you. This big life thing happened and as soon as it was over, all I could think about was telling you.”

Bosom Clutches For Everyone!: Fic: Cadences (2/35 + epilogue)

completelyunabashed:

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: Life doesn’t get much better than when you get to spend it with your favorite fella. Follow the boys as they navigate from young love to newlyweds to fatherhood and beyond.

Author’s Note: Thanks to the betas, Becca and Kerry.

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February, 2018

“Do we really have to do this?” Kurt whines as they step out into the frigid February air.

“Yes, yes we do. The only way we could have pah-pah-prah-vented this is if you were willing to go b-b-back in time and never be, be, b-befriend Rachel Berry.”

“Dammit. I recently lost my time machine in between our couch cushions.”

Blaine just shakes his head. “We are doomed.”

Livejournal / AO3

Wish You Were Here (Prompt FILL)

eleture:

Prompt: Blaine doesn’t expect anyone to show up for him at any of the end of the year senior activities (Senior Awards Assembly, Senior Family Breakfast, etc) and no one does. He’s overwhelmed when someone(s) makes it a point to celebrate him on graduation day.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to write!

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haleizm:

“They say that the pack has an archer who never misses, and a firestarter who is immune to an Alpha’s bite; that of the humans who fight alongside tooth and claw, the most dangerous is a boy with a name no one knows, who bears a red standard-” - Hide Of A Life War 

heyblaine:

 Kurt Hummel’s Pros and Cons of Dating Blaine Anderson again:

PROS:

  • I can kiss him whenever I want, even if like, my dad is around us
  • I can call him up whenever I want, to talk about whatever I want
  • I can reach out for his hand whenever I want when we’re in the same place
  • I can ask him to come visit me whenever I want and I can have him sleep in my bed
  • I can show him around NYC and it can be a date and we can eat icecream and take pictures of us kissing in Times Square

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Feb 9
wheretheshadowslie:


#I need an AU #where blaine is a barista #and Santana wrote this because she loves him but she can’t take anymore of his whining#and Kurt is judging Blaine when he walks in because wow #just wow #and then suddenly he’s wondering if Blaine would judge him if he gave him his number #so he does #and funnily enough Blaine doesn’t judge him at all 

(I think I changed it a teeny-tiny bit.)
Blaine slowly wiped his hands on a cloth, narrowing his eyes in suspicion around the small cafe. At first glance everything seemed as it should. The whooshes and bangs from the coffee grinders punctuated the hushed chattering of the early morning coffee crowd, a soft background of Fleet Foxes easing everyone into their day. Groups of people crowded around small tables, and already a few students had claimed their turf, spreading their books out across the low coffee tables and worn leather couches. He had been stuck behind the bar the whole morning, Santana flitting around his to serve food and clear the tables, waving him away if he so much as picked up a plate to take out to someone.
Everything seemed normal. Except every now and then a customer came in, clear judgment painted all over their faces. He kept a grin on his face, but could feel it becoming more and more forced as customer after customer walked through the door smirking to themselves.
He ducked into the kitchen, checking in the mirror to see if something was on his face. 
Nothing.
He sighed and trudged back into the cafe, still running a self conscious hand over his chin. 
“San?” he asked as she manoeuvred herself past the slim hatch and into the kitchen. 
“Yeah?” she called out, clattering plates and mugs into the dishwasher.
“Do I look weird today? Is there something wrong with my face?”
She popped her head around the edge of the doorframe. “No more than usual, eyebrows.” She waggled her own, a mischievous glint in her eye.
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wheretheshadowslie:

(I think I changed it a teeny-tiny bit.)

Blaine slowly wiped his hands on a cloth, narrowing his eyes in suspicion around the small cafe. At first glance everything seemed as it should. The whooshes and bangs from the coffee grinders punctuated the hushed chattering of the early morning coffee crowd, a soft background of Fleet Foxes easing everyone into their day. Groups of people crowded around small tables, and already a few students had claimed their turf, spreading their books out across the low coffee tables and worn leather couches. He had been stuck behind the bar the whole morning, Santana flitting around his to serve food and clear the tables, waving him away if he so much as picked up a plate to take out to someone.

Everything seemed normal. Except every now and then a customer came in, clear judgment painted all over their faces. He kept a grin on his face, but could feel it becoming more and more forced as customer after customer walked through the door smirking to themselves.

He ducked into the kitchen, checking in the mirror to see if something was on his face. 

Nothing.

He sighed and trudged back into the cafe, still running a self conscious hand over his chin. 

“San?” he asked as she manoeuvred herself past the slim hatch and into the kitchen. 

“Yeah?” she called out, clattering plates and mugs into the dishwasher.

“Do I look weird today? Is there something wrong with my face?”

She popped her head around the edge of the doorframe. “No more than usual, eyebrows.” She waggled her own, a mischievous glint in her eye.

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Feb 9

nosenuzzling:

I’m just going to leave this crisscolfer headcanon/fic thing here. Basically a self-indulgent thing I wrote on how I imagine they got together. 

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