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holdmytesseract · 11 days

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Greetings Bestie, I am here with a Magnus blurb request

How about a piece where Magnus realizes he's in love with his partner, and it's at a funny & inappropriate time and place? Like they're in an interrogation or maybe undercover?

Perfectly Bad Timing

Warnings: fluff, police things, more fluff

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Bestiiie, thank you so much for this! I really hope you're going to like this lil' story! 🥹💖

Magnus's eyes were glued to you. Something you didn't seem to notice. If the young man across from you and him noticed? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Anyways, the policeman wouldn't care. He always had just eyes for the wonderful woman he gad the honour to call his girlfriend, but today... Today was one of these days on which he got reminded by himself how freaking much he actually loved you.

During an interrogation in the first case Kurt allowed you and Magnus to be leading inspectors was admittedly not exactly the right moment, but what was he supposed to do?

You two worked at the Ystad police station for almost five years together now and he had never... Never seen you interrogate a person. This time was a first - and to Magnus, it was stunning. You were stunning. The way you talked. How you always found the right words to say against the snappy, arrogant and pubescent teenager. Your smart and witty nature...

Magnus would even go as far and say it was dominant, and he couldn't deny that he found that to be pretty hot.

The palm of your hand slamming down on the wooden table everybody sat at, caused the young policeman to snap out of his daydream. At least a little.

"Stop lying to us, Nils. We knew you were at the boathouse. We found your goddamn fingerprints!" You accused the eighteen-year-old across from you. By now you were utterly frustrated and kind of angry. Not just because the disrespectful young man just wouldn't cooperate, no... You were also angry because you already sat inside this constricting, small room for almost an hour and your colleague/boyfriend hadn't said a single word!

You gritted your teeth and slowly turned to face the curly haired man. "Magnus?" He shortly blinked and looked up; oceanic blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Yes?" You nodded at the door. "For a word..."

Magnus nodded in agreement; noticed immediately that you weren’t in a good mood. His chair scratched over the polished floor as he stood up and followed you outside in the hallway wordlessly.

You had crossed your arms and waited for him to close the door shut. "Magnus..." You started and took a deep breath; trying not to snap at him right away. Perhaps he had a reason why he didn't say something yet. "We are in there for almost an hour and after five minutes you kind of zoned out completely. Baby, you are absolutely no help! That's shitty. If you're just sitting beside me and staring holes into the wall, I might as well do this alone."

Magnus swallowed hard. You could see his Adam's apple bobbing. And he was blushing. "I-I know, I-" "Then why are you doing it?" You interrupted him. "This isn't working without you! Nils might be the key to solve this case! We can't let this opportunity sl-"

The policeman had heard enough. He knew what this was about. His head told him that repeatedly. But his heart... His heart just wanted one thing... For his lips to kiss you. So, he did.

Magnus interrupted you with his mouth on yours; hands on your hips and pulling you against his body.

You were shocked at first - like frozen, but then you couldn't help but to melt against his touch. Against his sinful kiss.

"Mags..." You panted, once he broke the kiss to get some fresh air into his lungs. "W-What... What was that about?" A boyish smile grazed the curly haired man's face; cheeks reddening. "Me, realising how much I love you, min älskling. I'm sorry for not doing my job, but... All I could focus on, was you."

Your expression softened. He was so cute and kind. How could you possibly be mad at him?

"Aww..." You hugged your boyfriend tightly; burying your hands in his wild, blond curls. "I love you so so much as well." You kissed him again and again and again; the ongoing integration forgotten... At least for a few minutes.

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ken-dom · 5 months

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Wake Up To Me Every Morning

Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

2.5k words

Summary: Lars loves the comforting taste of your kisses. When he grows curious about the taste of other parts of you, he discovers that he has a favourite bedroom activity, and suddenly, he can’t get enough.

Author’s notes: thank you to my pals in the Goosecord for the encouragement (not that I ever need much when it comes to Lars), as well as to my husband and the wonderful @heresthestorymorningglory for beta reading and keeping my sleepiness in check! Title taken from Touch Tank by Quinnie.

Warnings/content: nsfw, oral sex (Lars giving), making out, cumming in pants, cumming untouched, fingering, consensual somnophilia, scent kink?, horny virgin Lars, a light sprinkling of delicious possessiveness

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The first time, Lars was nervous. You’d expected as much; he’d only touched you over your clothes, desperately kissing while your hands were in his hair and his groped and rubbed at you through the fabric until you came undone. He was left breathless every time, even when he came in his underwear, rutting against you.

He was growing ever more comfortable with being close to you. Your lips on his didn’t burn at all for one thing, which had been a pleasant surprise. As such, he became enamoured with your kisses, falling asleep each night replaying the memories of them in his head before dreaming about them. Every day he’d seen you, his fingers would subconsciously move up to trace his lips while he worked at his desk, head filled with thoughts of the night before.

Lars also loved the taste of you as much as the sensation of your lips soft and wet and warm against his, and the way your tongues slid together in a slow but desperate dance, moans muffled and lips swollen.

Each time you moaned into his mouth, his impatience to touch you – really touch you – increased. He’d never felt that way before, actually needing to feel someone on his skin.

All these thoughts merged into the spark of an idea one day when Lars was drowning out Kurt’s nonsense at work, distracting himself with the thought of you again. The photo of you pinned to the board behind his computer screen had been drawing his eyes away from his work so regularly he simply gave up in the end, gazing into your eyes and daydreaming of your lips.

At that moment, while Kurt tried to get his attention with the latest porn related news, Lars very easily decided that he wanted to taste you tonight. Once he’d started kissing you, he couldn’t keep his hands — or lips — off you, yet he still craved more. And tonight, he wanted a different taste on his tongue.

After a quietly romantic dinner at his little two seater table, he cleared away your dishes and returned to take your hand in his, as usual, leading you to sit on his bed where, usually, you’d make out until way past your usual bedtime, and then he’d walk you to your car, longing to ask you to stay the night but not yet having plucked up the courage.

‘How did you enjoy dinner?’ Lars asked a little skittishly as he settled beside you on the edge of his mattress.

‘Delicious,’ you smiled, leaning in to press your lips briefly to his.

When you pulled back, Lars smiled so sweetly you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You always adored how flustered he became from such a simple little act, cheeks flushed and blinking his gaze away. It was such a delicious contrast to the almost possessive, needy way he gripped you when his tongue was down your throat and his thigh was pressed firmly between your legs.

‘I… I wondered if I could try something new tonight?’

You tilted your head. What was he up to?

‘Don’t worry! We can still kiss, I just wanted to do something else for you. I- I think you’ll like it. If I do it right.’

‘Oh?’ A thrill ran through your body and settled low in your gut. Surely he didn’t mean…?

‘Could you just,.. lay back for me? Spread your legs?’

Without hesitation, you did exactly what Lars had asked, eager to see what he had in mind, already shivering at the thought of where this was going.

Lars squeezed his eyes shut tight, taking a deep breath and collecting himself with a quick shake of his head before dropping down to his knees between your parted thighs.

Your core throbbed when he licked his lips and glanced up at you. He really had no idea how effortlessly sexy he could be, hair impeccably neat except for that one chunk that stuck out as though you’d already had your hands in it, a naughty sparkle in his eyes and his lip trembling with anticipation.

‘Alright,’ he whispered softly when he was composed, gesturing to the fastening on your jeans, ‘could I…?’

You nodded eagerly, lifting your hips to help him shimmy them down and off your legs.

He let out another long breath, tilting his head into your palm when you stroked his hair to soothe him. Another physical affection he’d grown to love with you.

‘Are you ready?’ he breathed shakily.

‘Whenever you are, Lars, sweetheart.’

He swallowed down a high pitched, ‘Ok!’ and leaned in, hesitating for a moment with his lips bit together. He dove forward, mouthing at your centre through the thin layer of underwear.

Your body jolted, hands flying down to tangle in his hair while his strong hands slid up your thighs and to your hips, holding you in place while his tongue lapped at your core, warm and hungry.

Lars felt too hot. He was already relishing in your reactions, cock straining in his trousers and twitching each time you let out a little gasp or a moan. It wasn’t enough. His cheeks were burning so hot against your inner thighs, he thought that if he didn’t do something about it soon he might burn up entirely.

‘Nmm-t-tss-tou-’ he mumbled against you, impatient strokes of his tongue unrelenting.

‘Wha- what was that?’ you panted, pushing through the haze of bliss and pulling at his hair to try and prize his mouth off your folds long enough to understand him.

‘Need to taste you,’ he slurred, fingers moving from where they held your hips still to fumble at the elastic of your underwear instead.

You whipped them off, giggling quietly at how desperate you both felt, and Lars’s fingers seared into your hips again the second they’d dropped to the floor, but he was otherwise frozen to the spot before you, eyes fixed on your core.

‘Y-you’re so… wet,’ he choked out, eyes sparkling, ‘for- for me?’

‘Of course,’ you heaved, feeling yourself throb with need.

He reached out and dared to touch your folds with a gentle fingertip, watching carefully as you writhed, and memorising the way you moaned as he caressed your clit with a slick-coated finger.

‘It-it’s like silk,’ he muttered, mostly to himself, exploring so carefully, so tenderly, you could come undone just watching him.

‘May I taste you properly now?’

‘Yes, please.’

His hands slipped down to grip your thighs, pushing your legs a little further apart and holding them firmly in position. He licked a long stripe, painfully slowly, through your folds, tongue circling your clit with such precision you wondered how it was possible he’d never done this before.

With his hands on your thighs you were able to roll your hips a little, rocking against his tongue while one of his fingers stroked at your entrance, teasing its way inside.

And what followed was the start of Lars discovering that he had a favourite activity in the bedroom.

When you came undone on his fingers and tongue, his name tearing from your throat, Lars moaned against you in such a way that you knew he was spilling into his underwear untouched, and when he caught his breath, he came up to kiss you just as he’d promised he would.

His chin was shiny, and his neatly trimmed mustache was soaked. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand looking so satisfied your core clenched at the sight.

‘Did that feel good?’ he whispered against your lips before pressing his own against them.

You nodded, deepening the kiss, tasting yourself and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

The next night, Lars didn’t wait until you’d finished dinner.

He dropped to his knees under the table, removing your trousers hurriedly and spreading your legs in one easy motion, not even bothering to remove your underwear this time. He simply slipped it to one side and began to lap at your folds like a starved man, his dinner left to go cold above him while your fists slammed on the table.

The night after that, you’d planned to watch a movie together. Settling on his bed with a bowl of snacks, you leaned your head against his shoulder and pulled the thick blanket over your legs. You’d done this plenty of times in the past, usually made out a little toward the end of the film, and then finished up the snacks together before heading home.

Tonight, you were barely ten minutes in before his fingers were toying with the button of your jeans under the blanket, fingers sliding through your slick, teasing you. He pulled his hand out of your underwear to suck his fingers clean, glancing at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes that nobody else would ever believe he was capable of.

And then he was under the blanket, instructing you to try and keep track of the film while he focussed all his attention on your throbbing clit, fingers pumping just right until your thighs clenched around his head.

It was the next night that he finally asked you to stay. He’d made you cum twice already, once on his fingers ‘just to warm you up,’ and then again on his tongue, moaning into you as though he’d craved the taste for weeks, not hours.

‘Stay with me tonight?’ he breathed when he came up to kiss you as usual, and your hand had slipped down to rub him through his trousers. He was already so close.

‘Yes,’ you agreed simply, and he came hard with a choked out sob, fingers bruising into your wrist and head burying in the crook of your neck.

When he’d composed himself, he pulled back to smile at you, all dazed and sated, and endearingly sleepy.

‘Would you like a wake up call?’ he uttered under his breath with a cheeky smirk.

‘Every morning. Forever,’ you grinned. ‘Could I book that in right now?’

Lars’s heart skipped a beat, and he nodded, blinking his gaze away. He felt so naughty. So filthy. And yet, it was the most alive he’d ever felt. The most excited. How could that be wrong?

You pushed him back onto the pillows and laid against his chest to begin a slow, languid goodnight kiss, but Lars froze beneath you.

‘What is it, sweetheart?’

He bit his lips together, looking up at you through big, concerned eyes, fingers coming up to rub thoughtfully at his mustache.

‘It’s just, uhm…’ he struggled, breathing becoming quickly uneven as his mind raced.

‘Take your time,’ you soothed, your hand covering his.

‘I’m not making you… sore, am I? You know… down there? My mustache-’

Softly, you curled your fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand away from his face. ‘Not at all. You don’t realise just how good it all feels for me, do you?’

Lars shook his head and you stopped him, stroking at his mustache with tender fingertips. He gasped.

‘Well, you haven’t given me carpet burn yet if that’s what you’re worried about, but you have given me more orgasms than I can count so… please don’t change anything, will you?’

Lars squeezed his eyes closed and he sucked in a sequence of rapid, sharp breaths. He might be eagerly providing them at every opportunity, but actually hearing you say the word orgasm so openly made him feel suddenly lightheaded.

‘Besides, you’re so handsome with that mustache. And I like the way it feels.’

Lars was just about ready to pass out, but your kiss brought him back down, warm and soothing.

After cleaning up and changing into his pyjamas (and lending a spare set to you), he fell into a restful sleep with your head against his chest, despite his mind buzzing with the thrill of what he had planned for the morning and the warm feeling that spread through his gut when he thought about you wearing his clothes.

Lars woke before you as he’d hoped, the sunlight spilling in through his little window, warm against his face. You’d remained on his chest all night, still in a deep, comfortable sleep.

Lars whispered a loving, ‘Good morning,’ to you and ever so gently slid you onto the pillows, burrowing beneath the duvet excitedly, his heart slamming against his ribcage.

He gently pushed your legs apart, holding his breath, trying so hard not to wake you. Not yet. He wanted you to wake already wracked with pleasure.

Your legs complied, and Lars heard a quiet snore from above the duvet. He unfastened the pyjamas he’d given you last night, revealing your core and he paused to steady himself at the sight of your folds, glistening already. Perhaps you’d dreamed about him, too. His mouth began to water.

A familiar warm, wet, feeling surged through your unconscious state, gradually bringing you to consciousness. As your eyes blinked open and your brain tried to play catch up, a million thoughts a minute rushed through your mind. Legs trembling. Heart racing. Fingers digging into the mattress beneath you. You were in Lars’s bed. Sunlight. It was morning. You were wearing Lars’s pyjamas. It was Friday. What time is it? Core throbbing. Thighs wet. Lars was not beside you.

Moments later, bringing all the thoughts to one crashing realisation that this was the wake up call he’d promised, your upper body lifted from the bed, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as Lars’s tongue flicked expertly over your sensitive nub and his fingers curled against your g spot.

Chuckling and feeling brave, he snuggled into your side as you caught your breath. ‘Waking up to an orgasm, isn’t that neat?’

Lars was grinning and humming to himself the whole time he spent getting dressed and ready for work. He brushed his teeth as normal, but you noticed he didn’t bother cleaning his mustache the way he had last night, even though it had been soaked again when he kissed you and mumbled a husky, ‘Good morning,’ while you tried to catch your breath.

With an excuse that you’d stopped by this morning to return one of Lars’s sweaters before work, he took you for breakfast with Gus and Karin at the house. He was eager for them to properly meet you, and what better time would there be than this, right before he had to depart for work, when they wouldn’t keep you both for so long that he’d miss out on ending an evening the way he’d become so accustomed to?

They didn’t really buy it, of course. They’d seen your car there last night and it hadn’t moved an inch. But Lars ploughed on with talking their ears off about how fantastic you were for the full half hour, and left for work just on time.

But not without leaning back over your shoulder first to whisper, ‘I just wanted to tell you that you tasted incredible this morning,’ into your ear. You knew Gus and Karin probably heard, and your cheeks felt hot, but really, you didn’t care at all.

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thecitysgraveyard · 10 months

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brooklyn nine-nine masterlist

jake peralta

jake gets the news that reader has been kidnapped by one of the perps he's been trying to catch (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - mentions of kidnapping.

clingy!jake who keeps hugging and kissing the reader (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - kissing, hugging, and just fluff overall.

jake with a reader who's from france (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - fluff.

reader's dad being a bit of an asshole to jake and jake feels hurt (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - hugs, forehead kisses, fluff and a bit of angst.

touch starved jake (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - eighteen plus, touch starved jake, nicknames, and a bit of smut.

reader draining their social battery and jake takes them back home (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - if you count this as a warning then reader is more on the introverted side, fluff, kisses, hugs, and nicknames.

jake telling reader how much he loves them (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - fluff, and kissing.

soft!dom!jake (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - eighteen plus, fingering, p in v, and nicknames.

jake overstimulating you (jake peralta x f!reader)

warnings - eighteen plus, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink, overstimming, and nicknames.

#kurt's daydreams #kurt's nav

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kurtsascot · 2 months

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no but the fact that kurt fucked blaine silly and acted so cheeky about it and then in new york daydreamed about a moonlight duet , talking about loving him until the end of time next episode….. this guy is a SAP!!!!!! A LOSER!!!!!!!! WITH HIS SITUATIONSHIP RIGHT THERE??? HES DOWN BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#personal #cwm anniversary #losing my mind

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klainepolls · 4 months

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unexpected- day 2 of 7

by: @kurtsascot

day 1

POLL AT END RESOLVES COFFEE FIASCO

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It’s Kurt Hummel.

Blaine doesn’t know much about Kurt, but he’d recognize him anywhere- He has spent the better part of his junior year pining for the guy, and their hypothetical love life has been an unrelenting rumination since last semester.

Granted, the admiration is embarrassingly one-sided. As a teaching assistant, Kurt rarely steered conversations away from the course material, and their one-on-one talks were wholeheartedly unremarkable. It’s unlikely that Blaine made a lasting impression- Kurt probably doesn’t even remember him.

It’s not like Blaine wanted his crush to be noticed last semester anyway. He didn’t want class to turn awkward or to make things weird or to make Kurt uncomfortable, so he forced himself to maintain some distance.

After finals, Blaine figured he’d never see Kurt again. NYU has so many majors and classes, and New York City is even more expansive- the odds of seeing Kurt, and of having the opportunity to spark up conversation, were slim. He could have graduated. Or moved. Blaine knew that. Logically.

But, Blaine’s human and evidently masochistic.

He’s been fantasizing. Despite his better judgement, Blaine’s imagined every scenario, every way he could hypothetically run into Kurt. He’s daydreamed about how to best introduce himself. He’s planned how he could, theoretically, convince Kurt to like him back. He knows what he would do. You know, conceptually.

It’s different in the moment.

Blaine’s infatuation had begun to ease over winter break and with the hubbub of a new semester. Seeing Kurt in person throws him right back into the thick of it.

It’s terrifying.

As the seconds tick by, Blaine’s all the more aware of how unprepared he is to talk to Kurt and propose something more.

He’s never been this close to Kurt. He’s close enough to pick up on the faint freckles on his nose, to see the individual strands of his hair, to feel his breath on his face-

The longer Blaine stares, the more incoherent he feels, and the more certain he is that he’s going to blow this.

He might have already blown it. Kurt is covered in his boiling coffee, after all.

…Shit.

“It’s fine,” Kurt says, shaking his head. He sounds a little annoyed, but not mad, and Blaine’s going to take that as a win. “Honestly, this is just my luck,” he mumbles, taking a step back, and Blaine resists the urge to chase his warmth. “I don’t need to be anywhere this early- I should’ve just slept in.”

Blaine waves his coffee soaked hands in front of his face. “No, No. This is my fault. Really. I wasn’t paying attention- I was running late.” His hands are still burning- Blaine pulls off his mittens, wincing as his reddened palms meet the cold January air, and then, tragically, he becomes all the more aware that Kurt has skin under his dress shirt, and that he’s probably in pain too. “Are you okay?”

A small smile. It doesn’t reach Kurt’s eyes. He’s holding back because of course he is- he doesn’t know Blaine. Not really. “It’s cold enough out here that getting drenched in your coffee is kind of nice,” Kurt says through a laugh that bubbles. “Thanks for asking.”

Kurt cranes his neck down and pulls his shirt away from his chest, inspecting the stain.

Coffee’s everywhere, and Blaine knows his designers- Kurt’s got on a Vivienne Westwood button down. He groans. “I’m sorry,” he uselessly repeats. “I’m not normally this distracted, I swear. Is it ruined?” He isn’t above buying Kurt a replacement, but he doubts that a replica is in his price range.

Kurt tsks, playfully offended. “Please. I’ve rescued clothes with far worse staining. It’ll be fine.”

Blaine’s worry melts away and he finds himself laughing and maybe smiling a bit too wide. “I didn’t mean to doubt you. My apologies.”

“You’re forgiven,” Kurt acquiesces and smiles back. He scrunches his nose and he points behind Blaine’s shoulder, into the coffee shop. “But, can I squeeze past? I am getting stickier by the second-“ He lets out a purposefully dramatic sigh. “I think I’m going to have to face my fears and brave a New York City public restroom.”

Blaine laughs again, but his smile falters, and he worries his lip between his teeth.

God. He doesn’t want this interaction to be over. He doesn’t want Kurt to leave. He needs more time.

As Kurt starts to step around him, Blaine blocks his path.

“Wait-”

#glee #glee polls #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine #byo klaine fic event #klaine fanfiction #again all endings are happy!!!

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 5 months

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Hey! I'm looking for some good canon compliant married!klaine fics, and was hoping you had some recs!

Here are some. I've read the first one, which is lovely. The next four have been reviewed previously by Lynne, and i have added them to my "to read" list.

Also, don't forget the Daddies!klaine tag for fun with their children!

Enjoy! ~Jen

Snapshots by @borogroves

August 27, 2044. They say a picture paints a thousand words… and Kurt and Blaine have a whole scrapbook.

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I remember when we first met By @tnystrk3000

Inspired by #42 of 101 Ways to Say I Love You by emswritingprompts on Tumblr: "I remember when we first met."

Summary: During their wedding reception, Kurt and Blaine find a moment alone to reflect on where they started and are now. They sit outside, looking at the stars, as they talk about their journey.

Takes place during season 6 episode 8, the only difference is that it’s nighttime.

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daydreaming my life away (would you come along with me?) by anderhummel (em_a)

Sometimes Kurt feels like he and Blaine are moving too fast, hurtling headfirst into the unknown where their relationship is bound to end in a fiery crash and broken hearts.

But then Blaine flashes a smile at him, or shoots him an exasperated look behind Rachel's back, or hooks his pinky into Kurt's belt loop as they're walking down the hallway, or—really, sometimes Blaine breathes and Kurt knows, deep in his bones, that he has never been more sure of anything in his life.

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A collection of times throughout Kurt and Blaine's relationship that they discuss their futures.

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5 Times: Darling, Just Kiss Me Slow by InsightfulInsomniac

Five types of kisses that Kurt and Blaine share in their domestic moments of early marriage. Wholesome, sweet early married Klaine with a few guest appearances along the way from Burt and Carole.

Aka my five favorite kiss ideas from a kiss prompt list I found a long time ago.

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New York Ever After by @gleefulpoppet

Upon their return to New York, Kurt and Blaine create an extraordinary life curated from thousands of ordinary moments noticed, appreciated, and treasured. [AKA The Klaine Glee spinoff we all wanted: date nights, doing the dishes, showers before work, fits of giggles, lazy couch kisses, and more.]

Canon compliant through the entirety of season 6. Each chapter will be self-contained—no cliffhangers or abandoned story issues to worry about.

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Honeymoon Holidays by @flowerfan2

Kurt and Blaine’s first winter holidays together as a married couple fall so quickly after their wedding that sometimes they almost seem like a continuation of their honeymoon. But not always. A story in the “Season 7” series that looks at events in the early married life of Kurt and Blaine.

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The Boys of Summerby neverhaveieverbooks

Kurt and Blaine’s first summer in New York after they get married. It’s easy. It’s hard. It’s perfectly imperfect. A summer tale in 12 chapters. Canon-compliant. This story technically takes place within the middle of episode 6 x 13, after Nationals, and before they return to McKinley for their visit in the fall.

Written for the Klaine Summer Challenge 2016 on tumblr.

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The Bluebird as She Singsby @lovetheblazer

Eleven months in the journey Kurt and Blaine take to become parents, from Rachel offering to be their surrogate through the birth. Klaine reaction fic for “Dreams Come True” with background St. Berry.

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My Wish for Youby Iris Kane

Picking up after the series finale; this story takes place sometime between 2015 and 2020 when Rachel agrees to be Kurt and Blaine surrogate, this is what I think might have happened. (Some rewrites and adjustments to this story; if you’re confused about the direction the story is going please reread)

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It’s Bittersweet, Babyby InsightfulInsomniac

When packing up their things to move into their first place as an officially married couple, Blaine finds Kurt’s engagement ring in his former sock drawer, sparking many emotions and memories between the two of them.

But as loving, secure husbands do, they talk it out together.

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A year in the Life by @darriness

Formally titled Fic A Day 2018.

I wrote 365 fics (one a day) based on a word that was randomly generated every day.

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Wednesday By @spaceorphan18

Just an average day in the life of Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, and their baby Katie.

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The Chaperone By pracitcalamenda

When a class mom pulls out at the last minute, Kurt fills in as a chaperone for Blaine's second grade class trip. Turns out that "Mr. Anderson" is quite popular with the moms and Kurt doesn't bother to mention that Blaine's his boyfriend.

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #klaine fanfic #married!klaine #canon compliant! klaine

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countrtnrs · 2 years

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@pcraspcra: " Are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight? " [ from quinn ]

His instant reaction was no, but that seemed a little rude. Instead, he just sighed, then rolled his eyes in Quinn's direction, where she was sat next to him. Kurt liked Quinn, more and more now they didn't go to school together. People are a lot easier in retrospect, and easier as you get older, too. Speaking to someone sometimes on occasion - meeting up when everything aligns or at group reunions like this one - tends to make people a lot more approachable than before. And they had a lot in common. But it still didn't mean he really wanted to get into the break-up with yet another person. Not when he was still working out what it meant for him.

" Nothing happened. I promise it's not as bad as it looks, "

Kurt sighed, twirling the straw in his drink, then gave Quinn a smile. He really did feel better now Blaine and Dave had gone. And he didn't want to give her any more reasons to question if the only reason anyone had come back was just to help the two saddest people in Lima right now. And this is meant to be a happy night.

#a few of my favourite things ( rp thread. )#' can i pick your pink brain for a second? ' ( kurt and quinn. )#what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen? ( lima and beyond verse. )#pcraspcra #// my thoughts are that they went out for drinks after homecoming I thought it'd be a cute idea #hope this is okay!! xx

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todaydreambelieversfic · 1 year

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Welcome to To Daydream Believers : A Community Klaine FanWorks Blog

Hello Everyone!

Welcome and Re-Welcome to To Daydream Believers!!

I know the blog has been around forever, but with the influx of new people I thought I'd refresh the blog and welcome everyone again! I've been wanting to give the blog a facelift for a while, and it seems now is as good a time as any to reintroduce and reinvigorate the blog.

What is TDBFic?

I originally started the blog as the fanfiction reblogging sideblog to my original Glee/Klaine rewatch, fun&games, and podcasting blog - @todaydreambelievers. TDB isn't being run any more, but I've always maintained that as long as there is interest - I'd keep the blog going.

The intention of the blog was to be a safe space where fans of Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson could read works (about them individually or as a couple) without fear of running into bashing of either character. It was also meant to be a community blog where anyone could choose to participate on their own terms.

Becoming a Member -

Whether you're an author who would like a place to showcase their works or just a fan who'd like to recommend their favorite fics, anyone is allowed to be a member. All you need to do is shoot me -- @spaceorphan18 -- a message, and I'll make you a member. All I ask is that you follow (my relatively few) guidelines.

Also - even if you become a member, there's no obligation to reblog content, but the option is always open!

Guidelines -

So what are the guidelines?

All fanworks must be Kurt Hummel friendly and Blaine Anderson friendly. While that doesn't mean bad things can't happen to them - it does mean that a fan of either character can read a work and not feel like their favorite character is being intentionally bashed.

Be respectful of other users.

A couple of smaller items such as - please reblog, don't post and don't spam. Some basic common curtesy things.

That's really it. I'll have some more details on a main page when I get that up. But really, it boils down to play nice.

What about tagging?

You don't have to tag - but it is encouraged so people can find your works if they click on one of our links. I'm working on cleaning up the tagging page so that the tagging system is clear and easy to use.

What about all the old stuff?

It's not going anywhere - though please bear with me as I try to clean up the main page. You should be able to find all of the old content, as I don't plan on taking anything down.

Anything new to the blog?

Why yes! I have some ideas for ways to keep the activity up on the blog...

Author Spotlights -- Every week we would highlight a author or artist - featuring their works on the blog. I'd like to do this again! I'll get more details out soon - but anyone is welcome to participate, even if they've done it already!

Prompts & Tropes -- I'm not sure how I'd like to implement these, but I thought it'd be fun if we occasionally did prompts or trope weeks to inspire you to create new things.

Events -- We haven't been event heavy, but @snarkyhag and I are already thinking of something fun to do for this summer!

Polls -- Okay, so this isn't entirely creation focused, but back in the day, TDB did polls every Tuesday. Now that tumblr has a fun, new polling system, I thought I'd bring these back - because why not?

Questions, Comments, Concerns?

I'm really open to anything you guys might have to say! Please drop a line any time you like -- I'm always happy to hear from you!

I do encourage you to come join and be a member! The more the merrier!

Happy Creating!

Xoxo- Spaceorphan18 :)

#glee #glee fic #klaine #klaine fic #I'd really appreciate a reblog on this one so we can get the word out

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 5 months

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So I used a hunger games simulator with 90s musicians and here are some highlights from what it came up with.

However I think we should come up with a story of our own cuz AI can't beat our glorious collective creativity

MEMBERS:

Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon, Mike Patton, Eddie Vedder, Serj Tankian, The Gallagher brothers, the Greenwood brothers, Kathleen Hanna, Björk, Kurt Cobain, Lauryn Hill, Courtney Love, Thom Yorke, Jarvis Cocker, Dave Grohl, Kim Gordon, BJA, Rivers Cuomo, Shakira, Chris Cornell, Fiona Apple, Brian Molko

Day 1:

-Jonny and Colin Greenwood team up and kill Mike Patton (Woah)

-BJA chases Kim Gordon

-Damon gets a bunch of supplies and runs into the woods

-Jarvis Cocker pushes Courtney Love and she hits her head on a rock and dies

Night 1:

-Graham Coxon and Noel Gallagher cuddle??

-Kathleen Hanna, Björk, and Eddie Vedder team up with the Greenwood brothers

-Shakira slips in the river and drowns

-BJA and Rivers Cuomo fall asleep holding hands

Day 2:

-Graham and Damon team up with Liam Gallagher

-The Greenwoods get lost from the group

-Noel lovingly tends to Thom Yorke's wounds

-Chris Cornell hides in a bush, terrified

-BJA dies from infection

Night 2:

-Graham and Damon betray Liam and kill him

-Eddie and Kathleen cuddle

-Rivers and Kim cuddle

-Dave Grohl cries himself to sleep

-Fiona Apple has nightmares

-The Greenwood brothers run into Damon and Graham and run away

Day 3:

-Noel daydreams about Thom

-Rivers kills Brian Molko over food

-Fiona has a panic attack

Night 3:

-Graham poisons Noel with berries, Noel dies

-Thom cries over Noel

-Björk Kathleen, and Eddie team back up with the Greenwoods guard each other

Day 4:

-Björk betrays the group and teams up with Damon and Graham and they all kill Jonny

-Colin is devasted, cries, and kills Björk in revenge but Damon and Graham get away

-Eddie climbs a tree

-Kurt Cobain and Lauryn Hill team up

Night 4:

-Graham is an idiot and eats poison berries and dies

-Damon cries

-Thom fills Jonny's spot in Colin, Kathleen, and Eddie's group

-Thom comforts Colin after his brother died

-Jarvis Cocker stabs Kurt

Day 5:

-Damon ambushes and kills Thom

-Colin cries

-Dave Grohl teams up with Rivers, Serj, and Chris

Night 5:

-Colin purposely eats poison berries so he can die, because he feels guilty for letting his little brother and Thom get killed (damn) but he picked the wrong berries and just ended up eating normal ones, and was fine

-Kathleen splits off from Eddie and Colin after the death of Thom and Jonny, and teams up with Lauryn, Dave, and Jarvis

Day 6:

-Damon is hunting everyone

-Jarvis questions his sanity

-Fiona sings a song while walking through the woods

-Colin and Eddie hide in a tree but while climbing, Eddie falls out and dies (ironic)

Night 6:

-Damon, Kathleen, and Jarvis have a deep conversation about the meaning of life

-Lauryn Hill and Dave Grohl team up and build a fort

-Rivers dies mysteriously after talking shit about president snow (NOOOO)

-Colin finds a cave to hide in, but it gets really dark, and he's afraid of the dark. He gets lost in the cave and cries and has a panic attack

Day 7:

-Damon recieved a gourmet meal from a sponsor

-Jarvis questions his sanity once again

-Kim pretends that she's going to spare Fiona, but then switches up last second and kills her

-Colin is still in the cave

Night 7:

-Lauryn betrays and murders Dave

-Serj, Chris, and Kim team up

-Kathleen, Damon, and Jarvis team up

-Colin is still in the cave

Day 8:

-Damon sets off a trap and kills Jarvis, Kathleen, Lauryn, Kim, Chris, and Serj ALL AT THE SAME TIME

-Damon is now hunting fiercely for Colin

-Colin is still in the cave

Night 8:

-Damon dies of a fucking TUMMY ACHE???

-Colin cries himself to sleep in the cave

COLIN WINS!!! I GUESS???!!!

STOP HELP THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE EVER READ I'VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR THE PAST FIVE MINUTES. WHY ARE THEY SO IN CHARACTER

Also this is going to give birth to, like, ten new crack ships

#most attractive 90s musician #asks #hunger games crack fic

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