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bobbie. 20s. english. a (trash) sideblog. main blog @ madroxed.

[madroxed]

CALIFORNIA IN THE SPRING [ glee ∙ sam/blaine ∙ 13k ]

If he's honest, Sam expected Kurt and Blaine's inevitable divorce to shake continents. It's almost sadder that it just fizzled and died without a closing Act. [Years after they last spoke, Blaine moves in with Sam.] @AO3.

a/n: written for the wonderful @thinkof-england as part of the @fandomtrumpshate 2024 auction. set several years post show.

[madroxed]

I'm signed up for this year's FANDOM TRUMPS HATE auction ✨HERE✨ a cool way to get a fic you really want and give to some great charities at the same time! There's over 1000 offered fanworks and fanservices offered this year, so go check out the full tags list for all available options.

Personally, I'm offering:

✤ AUCTION ONE ✤ 10k-20k SHADOWHUNTERS Simon/Raphael, Simon/Jace, Clary/Izzy, Magnus/Alec. GLEE Sam/Blaine. LAW & ORDER: SVU Sonny Carisi/Rafael Barba, Rafael Barba/Nolan Price. ✤ AUCTION TWO ✤ 5k-10k 9-1-1 Buck/Eddie, FireFam Gen + canon couples. CHECK, PLEASE! Jack Zimmerman/Kent Parson, Kent Parson/Jeff Troy. STAR WARS Obi-Wan/Anakin, Obi-Wan/Cody.

I'm happy to write pretty much anything in my usual ~✨vibes✨~ including canon fics, future fics, and AUs, and I'm also happy to write sequels to any of my Shadowhunters or Glee fics if that's something you'd be interested in. If there's anything you'd like but aren't sure if it's in my wheelhouse, feel free to shoot me a message and ask!

Bidding opens Tuesday 5th March 💖

[fandomtrumpshate]

...and we're live!

Browsing period for FTH 2024 is now officially open! You can find this year's auction offerings here. Be sure to read our sticky post on the best ways to navigate the tags page, which is the #1 way to find the auctions you want!

We've hammered out most of the errors, typos, broken links, &c, but there are going to be plenty more. That's okay -- one of the purposes of browsing period is to give us time to find and fix those mistakes before bidding opens.

So creators, please do check over your offering post carefully! If you spot an error, please use the edit form to let us know. (You should have received a link from us via email yesterday. If you did not, please email us.) Remember that the edit form will close at 10pm EST on March 4 so that we have time to get all edits made by the time bidding opens!

Over the next few days, we'll be posting compendia of all of the fan labor offers and all of the "other" offers. If you'd like to put together a post that collects all of the offers in your fandom, tag us and we will reblog it!

The auction will open for bidding at 8am ET on Tuesday, March 5th.

Happy browsing, everybody!

[gravesouls]

hey pals, long time no see. i'm participating in fth 2024 under my main pseud, but am offering blaine/sam fic as one of the options so thought i'd best dig out the password for this account, too ❤️

hit me up if you have any questions!

[gravesouls]

In the name of my BLAM ‘22 renassiance, if you have any prompts you want to shoot my way, feel free to head over to my main account and hit me up. I’m filling old prompts today so it just feels right, y’know?

[madroxed]

TURN THE CLOCK (TO YESTERDAY) [GLEE. ~6.1k. RYDER/JAKE & SAM/BLAINE.]

“The thing about being in love with your best friend,” Sam says eventually, when it’s clear Ryder can’t form any more words, “is that it’s twice as awesome as being in love with anyone else, and twice as scary.”

[Ryder’s in love with his best friend. It just so happens that Sam’s in the same boat.]

@AO3

a/n: future fic. post s5/no s6. look 2022 might be the year of my blam renaissance, who knows. either way, posting this here because it’s been a million years since i used my side blog. 

[gravesouls]

oh, hey, i found my log in details for this account, so hi! i wrote new fic, uh...six years later ✌️

[gravesouls]

still my heart this moment (glee, blaine/sam)

still my heart this moment blaine/sam. pg-13. ~4.4k. sam died in the eighties. au.

a/n: for blam week 2016, day 4: magic/fairytale au. because apparently i looked at this prompt and thought ‘i’m going to write about ghosts!’ 

@AO3

[pseudowoodo]

Blam Week 2016 - Magic/Fairytale AU

I could kiss you! I could. I mean, I’d like to. I. May I? We me? I mean, may we? Wait, what? 

Frozen au: Prince Blaine thinks he’s found true love overnight, but when he meets ice harvester Sam Evans while on a quest to find his runaway brother he realizes true love might not be as simple as he thought.

[gravesouls]

rolling downhill (glee, blaine/sam)

rolling downhill blaine/sam. pg. ~1.7k. in which sam's avoiding blaine, and it's affecting the children. s4 au.

a/n: for blam week 2016, day 2: uncovering secrets.

@AO3

[gravesouls]

but just maybe (glee, blaine/sam)

but just maybe blaine/sam. pg-13. ~5k. i’m sixteen, he thinks, and wonders if anyone else holds onto their age like a mantra.

a/n: for blam week 2016, day 1: jock/cheerleader.

@AO3

[gravesouls]

I just saw that blamweek 2016 will be in october (24 to 29). Do you think you will have time to participate?

hi there!

oh my gosh, i’m so sorry, i logged into this account for the first time in weeks so only just saw this.

i’m 100% hoping to participate! i’m actually working on the first fic right now because i’m stupidly busy at the moment and figured it’s best to get a head start.

how about you, anon? 

[gravesouls]

the party isn’t over tonight + social media ii (i) → blaine & sam.

[gravesouls]

a face like heaven (blaine/sam, pg.) → coda to the party isn’t over tonight.

Sam kisses him onstage.

Sam kisses him onstage and the noise is deafening, and Blaine isn’t sure what he’d expected, but it isn’t this. He’s spent so long denying the looks and the touches and the sheer, overwhelming love that Sam radiates because it can’t be, it isn’t.

Except it is.

It is, it is, and it was enough for Jack and Amal and the crew to know because how couldn’t they? but it’s something else entirely for Sam to turn and kiss him in front of six hundred strangers.

Later, back on the bus and counting down the days until the end of tour, Sam asks him if he minds, if he shouldn’t have, and Blaine kisses the doubt away because Sam still has no idea. Blaine’s loved Sam for so long it feels like forever, and he left his grand, romantic ideals back with a broken heart and crumbling future, but even in that Sam found his dreams and built them up brick by brick until they became something vast. He’s loved Sam forever and Sam loves him back, and it’s the last piece in a puzzle he didn’t know he was even playing.

“It’s fine,” he says, and means It’s wonderful.

Sam ducks his head on a smile, and Blaine wonders if not running is really the best chance he has at a whole and happy heart. He thinks maybe it is, in Sam’s hands, and his fingers itch for pencil and paper as music tumbles through him and he reaches out to brush Sam’s hair away from his face.

~

Tour ends with the usual levels of chaos, and Blaine slips on a smile and thanks everyone he passes, shaking hands and wishing safe travels. He knows in a couple of months he’ll be ready to be out on the road again, but right now he just wants a decent shower and his own bed and the awkward workings of two guys figuring out how they fit in an apartment that hasn’t housed them since they were nothing more than best friends.

L.A. is still surreal, and Blaine’s amazed it feels like home even though home to him has always been a person not a place (— it’s always been this person, and isn’t that honesty still just rolling in —). They open all the windows and take turns in the bathroom, washing away the last dredges of sweat and highways, and Sam digs around in the kitchen cupboards until he’s able to make them something almost edible.

They stay awake as long as they can, flicking through reality channels and texting Jack and Amal because hours of separation means something else when they’re weeks away from being in the same room again, and Blaine misses them already. Sam gets a call from Kitty that he lets go to voicemail, poking Blaine’s arm until he promises to remind him to call her back in the morning, words deep and sleep-slurred, and Blaine aches with affection.

“Bed time,” he says eventually. Sam nods, tripping over his feet as he stands up, and Blaine takes his hand and leads the way, stopping only to turn off lights.

“This is not my room,” Sam says when Blaine begins pulling back sheets, and Blaine laughs, something soft and real and a little hysterical, and loves him, loves him, loves him.

“I know,” he says, and Sam smiles and shucks off his jeans, crawling down next to him. “Hi,” he says, when Blaine’s comfortable.

Blaine’s forgotten to close the blinds properly and his shirt’s crumpled on the floor, and he doesn’t move. “Hi,” he says instead, and falls asleep to the sound of Sam’s deepening breath and the feel of his hand burning a mark against his hip.

~

He wakes up late, cherishing the novelty of no engine vibrations beneath his feet and the sun a still line across his eyes.

Sam’s still dead to the world, facing away from him with one arm tucked under his pillow, the other thrown over the edge of the bed, and Blaine takes a moment to study the planes of his back, his shoulders, his neck, luck and lust and love a tumble of sentimental alliteration amplified by home.

And, god, but Sam’s home.

He slides out from between the sheets and thinks about breakfast — lunch by now, really, but breakfast’s always been Sam’s favorite meal — and the piles of laundry they need to start on sooner rather than later. He doesn’t want to leave without letting Sam know where he’s going, though, and besides…

Besides.

Sam’s kissed him onstage. Sam’s kissed him onstage multiple times, and Blaine’s kissed him in clubs and venue parking lots and on the bus as Jack and Amal pretend to gag, and those might be public places but public means something different to them now.

Sam’s kissed him and told the world ‘Look! Here’s my heart, right here on my sleeve!’ and Blaine’s kissed him back but he’s not yet raised his own voice, maybe out of fear, maybe out of disbelief, but still.

He finds his phone down the side of the couch and takes the picture.

‘Look!’ it says. ‘Here’s my heart, right here.’

It’s not a kiss onstage, but he thinks the world can hear it all the same.

[gravesouls]

[blaine/sam fic masterpost]

i always meant to make a masterpost of my blaine/sam fics but never got around to it, and since i’ve just made one on my main account for my simon/raphael works, it reminded me i ought to. so, hi! have a list of all the blam stuff i’ve written that i’ll continue to update if and when i write more.

haven’t seen the best of us yet [2.6k pg-13]

[nothing stays a secret in glee club, except the things that apparently do.]

(a pocket full of reasons) why you’re here tonight [2.1k. pg-13.]

[sam and blaine connect at the lonely hearts club valentine’s. s2 au.]

let me say it one more time [1.2k. r.]

[they crossed the line from dancing to foreplay miles back.]

just taking in the scenery [2.2k. pg-13.]

[blaine doesn’t say sam’s not my boyfriend because everyone stopped listening roughly a week after they met. s2 au.]

the end of history as we know [5k. pg-13.]

[sam evans is the newest cast member of hit teen show new directions. au]

a shot in the dark [2k. pg.]

[sam and blaine trip over each other at a gig. au.]

what you’re dreaming of [2.1k. pg.]

[sam’s going to be alone for christmas, and blaine’s not going to let that happen. s4 au.]

pretending to be married/kissing to save the day [prompt fill. pg.]

celebratory kiss [prompt fill. pg.]

handcuffed together [prompt fill. pg.]

the deep end [2k. pg.]

[the school are all a little overinvested in sam and blaine’s relationship. s4 au.]

against the tide [7k. pg.]

[blaine gets married and sam searches for a fresh start. not!fic.]

might be a prayer [1.7k. pg-13.]

[he’s always been good at reading blaine.]

shade our faces from the sun [2.2k. pg-13.]

[he’s in a motel bed with sam evans somewhere that’s not ohio and not new york, and the further they get from either the easier it is to breathe.]

until we spin the room [1.6k. pg.]

[god, blaine’s grateful for sam evans. s3 au.]

catch up on all the lost times [-1k. pg-13.]

[“i miss you,” sam says, because it’s true and because he thinks blaine should always know this stuff. “when are you back again?” future fic.]

get you back to good [-1k. pg.]

[there’s a scarf in blaine’s locker the first day everything turns crisp enough to warrant layers, bottle green and soft to the touch, and he runs his fingers over it again and again as he wonders where it came from.]

the party isn’t over tonight [10.3k. pg-13.]

[the band had been an accident. future fic.]

a face like heaven [882. pg.]

[coda to the party isn’t over tonight. sam kisses him onstage.]

tell me you’ll remember [3.4k. pg.]

[the world keeps turning, and blaine moves with it the way he’s always done. immortality fic.]

but just maybe [5k. pg-13.]

[i’m sixteen, he thinks, and wonders if anyone else holds onto their age like a mantra. s3 au.]

rolling downhill [1.7k. pg.]

[in which sam's avoiding blaine, and it's affecting the children. s4 au.]

still my heart this moment [4.4k. pg-13.]

[sam died in the eighties. au.]

[esmessong]

[xkurtcoblaine-deactivated201603]

Darren Criss arrives at WE Day UK (March 9, 2016)

[matt-daddario-deactivated201803]

This was super early on in filming. It was hot in that club. Dom was eating crab legs all day and smelled like the sea. 

[v-c-archive-deactivated20200824]

“Shit, man,” Ronan said finally. A little desperate. “All those nights you gave me grief about keeping you awake, and you don’t even need to sleep.” - “Ronan,” whispered Noah. He crouched inches away, colorless in this light. He was solid enough for his knees to leave an impression on the bedspread but not enough to cast any sort of shadow. “You’re awake, you’re awake.” - They never seemed to get the entire Noah anymore: Gansey would hear Noah’s voice in the parking lot, or Blue would see his shadow fall across the sidewalk as she headed over to Monmouth, or Ronan would find scratches on his skin.