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whagwan padawan?
+ Between 1 and 1 million yrs old + Likes long walks to anywhere peaceful
+ K L A I N E R &multishipper + avenging gryffinclaw waterbender in ND
+ still figuring out how to write and art + Ms. Swears-A-Lot + liberalism and other ideas, anti-SJWank +
(maybe a)bi-corn + in possession of a perverted mind, a black belt in emoticons, and CAPS LOCK + tag whisperer+ tag me with luminarychild please!
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Nailed it.
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yeah but do vaginas get itchy
is the sky blue
is water wet
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prompt (via: anonymous): anything - but I would love something where they are both invited to klaines wedding, and they are already together. They are each others +1 not realizing that they both know them or sebadam helping with klaine getting back together
“Was it incredibly forward of me to have put you down as my plus-one for a wedding on the fifteenth of March, having not known whether you had plans or not?”
Sebastian froze, his coffee cup midway between his mouth and the table, hovering in the air, as he stared at his boyfriend with wide eyes.
“The fifteenth?” he repeated.
Adam nodded once, chewing on his lower lip as his brows furrowed.
“You can’t go, can you?” he guessed.
Sebastian placed his cup on the table, then, and made an annoyed face.
“It’s just…I…I already put you down as my plus-one for a wedding on the same day…”
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Destination Anywhere - Sebadam
Oh hey look, I wrote Sebadam. I could blame all sorts of people for my recent obsession with this pairing. I definitely blame orangegirl22 for being an enabler. This isn’t actually quite true to my headcanon for how they play off of one another, but I’m not unhappy with it.
~800+ words. Also on Ao3.
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Train travel in America isn’t quite the same as traveling by train in England, but it’s a far sight more pleasant than the grungy busses that seem to be the mainstay of North American travel. Adam doesn’t particularly mind even the most cramped and dirty modes of transportation – he’ll curl up in the seat with his bag by his feet and manage to sleep just about anywhere, quite happy just to be on his way wherever he’s going.
The same clearly cannot be said of his seat mate.
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It’s Blaine’s 21st birthday. Kurt doesn’t like where Sebastian’s thoughts are going but Adam knows how to handle his boy.
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slightestwind mini prompted: kurt & blaine meeting for the first time at a
halloween/christmas/bachelor/beach party :3“You’re not feeling the party?” Kurt says as he walks up to the guy sitting alone by the campfire on the beach, his legs bent and elbows resting on them, fingers intertwined as he looks out at the water.
The guy looks up at Kurt, a little startled and surprised before he smiles. “Oh, I – no, god, I must look so sad, sitting here alone, I just wanted to – I think I drank a bit too much and wanted to wind down for a second,” he says with a chuckle, and Kurt can’t help but to think of it as… warm, especially combined with all his hurried rambling.
The sound of it spreads through Kurt’s body and stirs something in his chest, and maybe it’s the alcohol he’s had, maybe it’s the fact that Kurt’s been sneaking glances at him all evening, but he can’t stop himself from asking, “Can I join you?”
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mini prompt: Sebadam, New York, Meeting Klaine (in the omfg you’re dating /him/?!? kind of way) :3
For a moment all Kurt can do is stare, frozen on the spot with the picnic basket in his hand and eyes wide.
“Hey, Kurt, what’s – ” Blaine stops, following Kurt’s line of vision until he’s looking where Kurt is, seeing what Kurt sees, and tilts his head. “Is that – ? Oh my god, that’s – ”
“Uh-huh.” Kurt says and starts marching over, Blaine stumbling after him, hand gripped tightly in Kurt’s as Kurt drags him along, walking across the grass in the park.
“Kurt, they look pretty – ”
“Adam!” Kurt says as they stop in front of a big tree where a picnic blanket is laid out, a couple spread out on it.
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genuinewarmdecentfeeling mini prompted: Kurt and Blaine fooling around in the limo because they can’t wait to start their honeymoon
“Blaine, god – ” Kurt pants, hips pressing up into Blaine’s palm.
Blaine makes a little noise against the side of Kurt’s neck where he’s mouthing at the skin, fingers scrambling to get Kurt’s shirt out of his pants.
“Can’t – … come on, let’s at least get back to the hotel – ”
“Can’t wait,” Blaine mumbles and leans up to kiss him hard on the mouth and Kurt can’t stop himself from groaning into it. “Need you now, you’re wearing a bowtie, you know what you in a bowtie does to me – ”
“I was wearing a bowtie,” Kurt says and lets out a breathless giggle as his hands slide up into the back of Blaine’s hair, tugging at it, because his tie is now hanging undone around his neck, the top buttons on his shirt opened. “And of course I was, you dummy, we were getting married.”
