#ew fluff

[bacontale]

Moi👀👌💙💜

[thesuperdupernova]

Tordmatt/mattord headcanon: (Not sure if this one has been done before) Matt will sometimes watch anime with Tord, usually not willingly since Tord keeps talking about anime and keeps saying Matt should watch it with him. But Matt will sometimes offer to cuddle and watch anime if Tord is having a bad day. And afterwards Tord is convinced he has the best boyfriend ever.

[racheldrawsthis]

I drew this for my friend on Twitter because it was her birthday :p

[therewithasmile]

SoMs. Synesthesia.

200-300 word drabbles off 1 word prompts

“Tell me again.” 

Maka sighed and closed her book, her eyebrow beyond a simplequirk and instead was now furrowed with frustration. “Why?” 

Soul shrugged. “Becauseit’s cool? Because it’s something unique? Because rarely anyone has it?” 

Herlip curled, ever so slightly – because she was tired of it. Tired of peopletreating it like some kind of fascinating subject, like her brain could beextracted and examined because oh it’s soneat she can read in colours and of course everyone would want it.

Annoyanceprickled at her spine, poignant and stinging, barbing her words and sharpeningher tongue. “You should know what it’s like, it must be like your perfect pitch, huh?”

Andfor the first time in a long time, they plunged into silence.

Hisface suddenly changed, from one of interest to one of sudden distaste, his rubyeyes dropping from hers and instead fixating suddenly onto the table. In thatsecond, she instantly sobered, the prickles soothing into uncomfortable heat ashe did nothing.

Maka’smouth opened, more involuntarily than otherwise, before it closed. Her brainscrambled for words; part of her wanted to bask in her told you so but a much bigger part just felt immature.

“S-“

“Sorry,”Soul said first, his voice quiet – but then his eyes were on hers, and theywere sincere. Apologetic. And she felt selfish for even feeling snidely. “Ishould’ve realized.”

“It’sokay- really,” she replied quickly, quietly, so that the only other sound wasthe pleasant nothingness in the still of the library, so still that she couldonly hear her own heart pound.

Theyremained that way for a few more minutes.

“It’sblue.”

Sheall but whispered those words, her eyes low and she suddenly felt embarrassed. Helooked up then, their eyes catching, his interest a sudden motivation tocontinue. She swallowed through her sudden shyness. “Your name – it’s blue.”

“Blue?”

“Thesame blue as, well-” she indicated the left part of her chest.

Thesudden grin that spread on his lips was definitely enough to warm her heart.

[nashton-blog]

ooc; it makes me unreasonably angry that ever imagineyourotp seems to end with "and then they fell over in giggles" or some variation of overly fluffy laughter. 

[darreneverettcriss]

"No, no, no, NO!" Kurt screams, banging his fists against the door of the nearly empty elevator as two of the three lights in the elevator flicker off. "No, this can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening!"

"Um." Kurt whirls around to see the only other person in the elevator, a young dark haired guy looking up at him.

"What is it?" Kurt asks and it comes out like a snarl which Kurt immediately regrets when he sees the guy flinch.

"I-I just wanted to say that this happens from time to time. It's an old building. We just have to wait," the guy says. Kurt closes his eyes in frustration and lets out an annoyed grunt.

"I don't have time to wait! I have to be on the seventh floor three minutes ago," Kurt says, his eyes flying open. "Oh, god, this can't be happening. This cannot be happening."

The guy furrows his eyebrows like he's in deep thought. "Seventh floor...seventh floor..." His face lights up suddenly. "Seventh floor! That's Vogue, isn't it?" Kurt nods. "Oh, you're a model."

Kurt involuntarily lets out a chuckle. "No, definitely not a model. I'm an intern for Isabelle Wright," he tells the guy.

"Oh, I just--well because you look--you're very--" It's a little dark in the elevator but Kurt doesn't need the light to tell the guy's blushing and Kurt can feel himself start to flush too because he thought Kurt was a model. For Vogue.

The lights flicker on and the elevator rumbles to life and Kurt almost pumps his fist in the air in happiness. There's a ding and then the doors slide open.

"I-I think this is you," the guy says. Kurt opens his mouth to say something, his brain screaming at him to say anything, but nothing comes out. Kurt just nods and turns to face the busy office, full of life. He steps out and takes a few steps before he's turning back around to face the guy as the elevator doors start to close.

Kurt juts his hand out to stop the doors and they nearly crush his arm before reopening.

"Look, my name is Kurt and I'm in a new city I come from Lima, Ohio and I haven't really met anyone here and I get off work at like 5, sometimes 5:30 and I was wondering..." Kurt takes a deep breath. "Wouldyouliketogetcoffeewithmelater?"

The guy's lips part and he blinks at Kurt. "I'm sorry?" Kurt's chest falls and he instantly feels like a complete idiot. He shakes his head and turns to leave when the guy shouts "Wait!" Kurt turns back. "Did you just ask if I would like to get coffee with you?"

Kurt nods and the guy's eyes twinkle as he smiles. "I would love to," he says. "I'm Blaine."

Kurt feels like jumping for joy, but he chooses to simply smile back at Blaine. "I'm Kurt," he says.

"I know," Blaine says with a smirk. "You already told me." Kurt feels his face start to warm, but Blaine just grins at him, his eyes teasing and playful. Kurt takes in just how adorable he looks in his light gray polo shirt and striped bowtie.

The doors slowly start to close as Blaine says shyly, "I guess I'll see you in the lobby at 5 then?"

Kurt nods. "It's a date," he says. They stand, beaming at each other, until the doors finally close.

[darreneverettcriss]

"Please, please, please," Blaine begged under his breath from his place offstage. His eyes were glued on the flat screen that showed what was happening onstage. His heart pounded in his chest as the nominees were read out.

The woman onstage smiled brightly at the audience. "For Best Costume Design of a Musical, the nominees are Danielle Petra, Nice Work if You Can Get It; VYLES, The Gershwin's Porgy and Bess; Maiko Ishioka, Spider-man Turn Off the Dark; and Kurt Hummel-Anderson, Follies."

Each nominee smiled for the camera as their names were called and Blaine unconsciously took a step forward when Kurt gave the camera a nervous smile. Everyone clapped politely and the presenter flashed another smile as she pulled out the envelope.

"And the Tony goes to," she paused for dramatic effect and Blaine wanted to scream at her to just get on with it because the suspense was killing him. The presenter looked at the name on the card and grinned widely before saying: "Kurt Hummel-Anderson, Follies!"

Blaine let out an excited yelp and pumped his fist. He clapped wildly as the camera focused on Kurt who sat frozen and wide-eyed. Someone next to him gave him a little push and Kurt seemed to suddenly realize what was happening. He had won. He had won his first Tony award.

Kurt rose slowly and made his way to the stage, a bit stiffly but Blaine knew he was still shocked. But Blaine wasn't shocked at all. He knew it was only a matter of time before the rest of the world noticed how amazing and talented his husband was.

Blaine ran to the back of the stage where the next presenters were getting ready to go on. They gave him a small smile and shuffled a little out of the way so Blaine could clearly see Kurt as he got on the stage. Kurt looked around, breathing shallowly and mumbling something under his breath. Blaine let out a little cough and Kurt's head turned immediately. His eyes fell on Blaine. Kurt's eyes were watery, but he beamed at his husband and Blaine beamed back.

I love you, Blaine mouthed to Kurt.

I love you, too, Kurt mouthed back and Blaine could tell the cameras had caught their brief exchange, but Blaine didn't care. He wanted the whole world to know how much he loved Kurt and how much he was proud of him.

Kurt quickly walked to collect his award and Blaine moved back into the shadows as his own tears began to spill and Kurt started his speech.

[darreneverettcriss]

ohmydarrencriss answered your question: Tell me what to write in the few moments I have...

Klaine’s conversation after their first/second kiss but before the DUN DUN DUN HELL

"So, boyfriends?" Kurt said, looking down at his lap. Blaine's eyes scanned Kurt's face. He took in the sight of Kurt's tinged pink cheeks and wet lips. A light blush crept its way up Kurt's neck. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen several degrees. Blaine could only imagine what he himself looked like at that moment.

"Uh, yeah, boyfriends, I guess," Blaine responded, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Kurt let out a breath.

"Is this really how it happens?" He asked. "I mean, it happens like this in movies, but I didn't think it's that way in real life to actual people and--"

"Kurt?" Kurt looked up and his insides fluttered as he stared into Blaine's hazel eyes.

"Yes?" he said weakly as his heart raced.

"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked with a grin and Kurt couldn't help but laugh.

"I have no idea," he admitted between giggles. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed and Blaine wanted nothing more than to kiss him again.

Blaine's phone beeped in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw he had a new message from Wes. Blaine read over the message and frowned.

"Wes said the Warblers are expecting us to show them what we have so far for our duet tomorrow morning before classes start," Blaine said to him before slipping his phone back in his blazer pocket. Panic flashed in Kurt's eyes.

"Tomorrow morning?" Kurt squeaked.

Blaine knitted his eyebrows. "Is that a problem?" he asked. Kurt looked around the room, anywhere but at Blaine, and began to breathe hard as he panicked.

"I know it's just the Warblers and I know I've sung in front of them when I sang to audition for a solo and when I sang Blackbird and I know I'm good, but you guys are sort of a big deal and I don't want to embarrass myself and we haven't really practiced and this time I won't just be singing in front of the Warblers and my best friend, I would be singing in front of my boyf--" Kurt let out a breath and avoided Blaine's eyes. "In front of my boyfriend too."

Blaine tilted his head and smiled. "You know you're cute when you do that," Blaine said. Kurt reddened, but forced himself to look at Blaine.

"When I do what?" he asked, his voice unsure.

"When you freak out," Blaine replied, taking Kurt's hand and placing a soft kiss on it. Kurt blushed harder and looked down at the table. Blaine moved his chair closer to Kurt's. "Look at me," Blaine said and Kurt's eyes flickered back up to Blaine's face. Blaine took both of Kurt's hands into his own and beamed at his boyfriend. "Everything's going to be fine. We'll be amazing, and you know why?"

Kurt shook his head and then said: "Why?"

Blaine gave Kurt's hands a gentle squeeze. "Because you're amazing and as long as I have you, I'll be amazing too." Kurt's insides warmed and he blinked back a few tears. "What do you think about that?" Blaine asked. Kurt leaned forward and placed a small kiss at the side of Blaine's lips.

"That sounds amazing."