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Trans!Blaine Verse Masterpost

Teen - NC-17 | Trans!Blaine | Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel | WIP

The Stranger (WIP) - NR, eventual M - Blaine's trying to survive and maybe be happy.

Security (WIP) -  NC-17 -  Blaine wants to, but dysphoria always wins.

Finally (OS) - GA/Teen -  After years of waiting and saving, Blaine finally takes a huge step towards transition, and his happiness.

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Finally. (Trans!Blaine Verse)

NC-17 | Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel (Klaine)

After years of waiting and saving, Blaine finally takes a huge step towards transition, and his happiness.

Takes place a year after Security.

Warning for: gender dysphoria, gender transition, gender transition surgery

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Security, Part 1 (Trans!Blaine verse)

NC-17 | Klaine | Blaine Anderson/Glee

Blaine wants to, but dysphoria always wins.

Warnings for dysphoria and internalized transphobia.

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The Stranger Masterpost

Trans!Blaine | NR | Blaine Anderson/Glee | Klaine (eventual)

Blaine's trying to survive and maybe be happy.

This fic is trans!Blaine and will eventually feature Klaine.

Warning for gender dysphoria.

Chapter 1: The Stranger

Chapter 2: The Date

Chapter 3: Getting Help

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The Stranger, Ch 3

Getting Help | Glee | Blaine Anderson | NR | Klaine (eventual)

Blaine finds himself at a psych appointment.

tags: trans!blaine, ftm!blaine, mental health

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The Stranger, Ch 2

The Date | Glee | Blaine Anderson | NR | Klaine (eventual)

Blaine goes on a date. It goes about as well as expected.

tags: trans!blaine, ftm!blaine

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The Stranger

The Stranger | Glee Fanfic | Blaine Anderson

Blaine prepares for a coffee date.

Tags: trans!Blaine, ftm!Blaine

Warning for gender dysphoria/transition mentions/allusions.

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A humble beginning to what will hopefully eventually be a longer Klaine fic with trans(ftm)!Blaine.

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The Blind Date

Crisscolfer RPF | “The Blind Date” 

GA/Teen+ | w.c. 1400

Now on AO3.

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Repost of my fic originally posted here.

This definitely did not happen and is a figment of my overactive imagination.

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i couldnt find your ask on your fic tumblr, but your trans!blaine fic is good so far and i really hope you make it into a long (long long) fic because trans fics make me, a young transman very happy :) (also i love long fics which show the characters lifetime, but thats up to you obviously) thanks man <3

So… It’s been a year. I have lots of plans for this fic, I have very little time. I’m so sorry that I haven’t replied or updated. I think about this fic all the time and I have some parts written already. Hopefully I’ll be able to raise it from the dead in the next few months.

The fic in question (that I haven’t updated in a long time, but will someday) is here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6660985

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The Stranger

The Stranger | Glee Fanfic | Blaine Anderson

Blaine prepares for a coffee date.

Tags: trans!Blaine, ftm!Blaine

Warning for gender dysphoria/transition mentions/allusions.

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A humble beginning to what will hopefully eventually be a longer Klaine fic with trans(ftm)!Blaine.

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The Stranger

The Stranger | Glee Fanfic | Blaine Anderson

Blaine prepares for a coffee date.

Tags: trans!Blaine, ftm!Blaine

Warning for gender dysphoria/transition mentions/allusions.

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A humble beginning to what will hopefully eventually be a longer Klaine fic with trans(ftm)!Blaine.

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Working on a thing. Will maybe post soon? 

Ugh I need motivation to stick with a project. I have like ten that are WIPs, not really postable, and I haven’t been working on any of them (because of chronic illness mostly).

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do you know of any authors taking prompts? i have a future-fic one that could be cute.

Hey! I’m not sure which authors are taking prompts….I know I (anewsomeday) would be open to it, but I’m sure others would as well. HEY AUTHORS, if you’d like to get CC prompts, perhaps reblog this post? :)

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If you want me to have a complete breakdown just show me an otp where one says “keep your eyes on me” when they’re trying to calm the other

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au’s I want loosely based on rom-coms:

two night stand: after a one night stand, the next morning isn’t pretty. muse A and muse B turn out to hate each other on the way out the door, but just as muse B attempts to leave in a huff, a blizzard has trapped them inside. no power, little food, and no way home, both muses are stuck with each other for another night.

ruby sparks: muse A, a blocked writer, has a dream of muse B, begins writing and quickly becomes infatuated with their new character. but everything gets flipped when one day muse B shows up in muse A’s apartment, real and alive with the memories and life they’ve been written. muse A must choose between living with the person they created, or making a few extra changes.

in your eyes: muse A and muse B are on opposite sides of the country, but have always had an inexplicable mental bond. the older they get, the more they experience each other’s lives (touch, sight, smell, sound), and soon are able to speak to each other.

before sunrise: muse A is on a train home from a long vacation and muse B is heading back to school. they meet on their journey and sparks fly, despite being from other sides of the world. at their stop, muse A begs muse B to get off with them and spend the night wandering the city together until sunrise, when muse A must depart.

comet: muse A, a narcissistic pessimist, and muse B, a messed up romantic, meet randomly while muse B is on a terrible date. muse A is immediately taken by them, though they disagree strongly about love, and offers them a sort of bet: they should date each other, and see who’s right about “love”.

50 first dates: muse A and muse B meet and immediately hit it off. but the next day when muse B goes back to run into them again, muse A has forgotten about them all together. after learning that muse A suffers from short term memory loss, they make the commitment to make them fall in love all over again everyday.

you’ve got mail: muse A owns a quaint small business that’s going under, and muse B runs the faceless corporation that’s taking over. both unlucky in love, they take up online dating, and end up electronic pen pals with an undeniable connection. while in real life they’re enemies, online they seem to be soulmates, unaware of who exactly is on the other side of the screen.

life as we know it: after the death of their mutual friends, muse A and muse B are left with custody of their friends’ baby. the downside? they hate each other. the catch? neither of them want to ignore the wishes of their departed friends, so they agree to try and raise the baby together despite their issues.

the bounty hunter: muse A and muse B have a romantic but rocky history. their break up didn’t end well. years later, muse A - a bounty hunter - is given a new assignment: muse B has skipped court. they happily take the job and track muse B down - but they’re not going in without a fight.

just like heaven: after being in a terrible accident, muse A’s apartment is put up for rent (belongings and all) and muse B - an out of work loner - takes the place. but it’s all too good to be true, because muse A is a ghost who doesn’t remember what happened to them, doesn’t realize they’re a ghost, and does not appreciate a stranger living in their apartment. muse B tries everything (exorcism, cleansing, rituals) to get rid of the stubborn ghost, but muse A doesn’t budge. luckily (or unluckily) for them, they’re not really dead, but they’re in a coma in the hospital on the other side of town.

austenland: muse A, despite being an adult, never outgrew their teenaged obsession with everything jane austen. they spend all their savings on a trip to “austenland” - a full real life jane austen experience, where they’re given board, dress, and a make believe love interest fit for any austen novel for the weekend. muse B, who has been paid to play the role of mr/mrs. darcy for the event, begins is developing very real feelings for muse A.

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Don’t Forget Where You Belong

@iliveinlouisass prompted: Chris is a single dad to a five year old little girl who he adopted after the death of his best friend. Darren is her kindergarten/music teacher who Chris HATES with a passion because his daughter adores Darren and Chris is scared of being replaced. Happy (belated) birthday, Heather! I hope you like it <333 7.5K [AO3]

Of all the plans Chris had for his life, becoming a parent at the age of twenty-three certainly wasn’t one of them. He supposes that’s what he gets for thinking he could control the uncontrollable. When Rebecca, his best friend from the time he was eight, sat him down and asked if he’d agree to be her newborn daughter’s legal guardian, he’d said yes without hesitation. He was already Annabelle’s godfather, so it didn’t seem like much of a leap to make. Besides, back then they’d assumed Rebecca’s cancer was entirely treatable and Chris never thought it would actually come to that. He’d signed the necessary papers for her will and immediately pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Little had he known then that in six months he’d be given the ultimate responsibility: caring for a new human life, all on his own.

The first year was without a doubt the hardest. Newborns were infuriatingly complex creatures, requiring endless reserves of patience, the ability to read their tiny minds, and the endurance to make it through an extremely mundane daily routine without burning out. Chris was determined to give Annabelle the best life possible, so his entire life got put hold for those few first years. There was no time for dating or a social life. The only writing that Chris accomplished was during Annabelle’s nap time and even then, he fell asleep at his laptop more times than he cares to admit. Being a parent was the hardest work he’s ever done, but seeing Annabelle begin grow and thrive made it all worthwhile.

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Crisscolfer RPF | “Blind Date”

(aka my first attempt at fanfiction)

Darren can’t stop staring at the huge, untouched platter of appetizers in front of him. Huge, untouched, ridiculously expensive platter of appetizers, he would add. He looks around his table at the few other occupied tables: a young couple share tiny smiles and somewhat-awkward glances as each eats from her plate; an older couple look at each other like they built the moon and the stars just for each other, and like they have done so for the past twenty years. Call Darren a romantic, but he loves everything about them. He loves love, and he wants to see it everywhere he goes. Or, he would, except he’s too fixated on the untouched food in front of him right now. He checks his watch for probably the tenth time in a half hour and looks around him again.

“Honey, I don’t think he’s coming,” the kind-faced waitress says to him, pouring more ice water into his glass.

Darren, being the incredibly stubborn person he is, just smiles and says, “He will. He’ll be here.” Maybe he got caught in a traffic jam. I hope he’s alright. He thinks. The waitress turns her head to the side and looks at him.

Damn, I’ve been here for over an hour. He thinks. He makes eye contact with the waitress and thinks, I’ll have to leave her a double tip. Darren looks around him again, and for the first time notices a young man sitting alone a few tables over. The man is noticeably upset, and noticeably trying to hide it.

“What’s up with him?” He wonders out loud. He frowns.

“Oh, him?” The waitress answers. “Yeah, poor guy has been waiting for his date for a while. Got stood up.” The man nurses a fruity-looking drink and is studying the menu like he is trying to memorize it. “He won’t leave. Weird, come to think of it. We generally only have someone get stood up a few times a week. Never more than one a day.”

“I’m not-” Darren tries to say but stops himself, resolve breaking. “Fine, I got stood up.” The waitress hums in agreement and starts to leave. “Wait,” he says suddenly. “Uh, if his date doesn’t show for a little longer, buy him another drink on me.” She winks at him and nods, as if she’s in on a secret plan.

It isn’t long before he notices the waitress bringing another cocktail to the man. She places it in front of him, and then Darren sees the man question it and the waitress explain it to him. Then, she says something else and points to Darren. The man turns his head and looks at Darren, who smiles and gives a little wave. The man waves back and speaks to the waitress again. Darren is becoming frustrated that he can’t hear or understand what they’re talking about, but he can tell they are definitely talking about him. The waitress says something to the man and he nods, stealing another quick glance at Darren. The waitress then walks away from the man’s table, toward Darren’s, and passes him with a wink and a small smile. Confused, Darren watches her walk away and into the kitchen. Wondering what that was about, he looks at his watch again, and then takes his phone out of his pocket. He is scrolling through notifications when looks up and realizes the man is walking towards his table. Darren stands up on instinct and smiles as the man gets closer.

“Hi,” Darren says a little sheepishly.

“Uh, hi,” the man replies, his voice high and clear. Darren feels sparks under his skin from just two syllables of speech from this man, and knows he’s in for an interesting evening.

“Thank you for the drink,” the man offers his hand. “I’m Chris.”

“I- I’m Darren. Hi,” he says and shakes Chris’s hand, fireworks blazing at the spot where their bodies meet. The sensation is not exactly painful, but also unfamiliar and unignorably present. “P-please, sit.” Chris obliges. Darren falls into his chair gracelessly and feels his cheeks warm.

“If I could I would guess that not a lot of people have the ability to make you stutter.” Chris says, voice slightly teasing but not mean. “Eliza said you were pretty slick,” Chris speaks of their waitress.

“Yeah, I don’t know where that went,” Darren admits, running his hand through his hair nervously. “Uh, here,” he moves the enormous plate of food towards Chris. “Have some.”

“Thanks, I’m starving.” Chris takes a rolled-up piece of fancy meat and cheese and eats it. “I hear you got stood up too.”

“Uh. Yeah. I guess.”

“You guess? Too cocky to even admit it, huh?” Chris grins at him. Darren wants to get upset about the unrelenting teasing, but he’s still trying to figure out how his skin could feel so on fire in the presence of this man, how all the butterflies found their way into his stomach, how his mind could be running so quickly. “Me too,” Chris goes on, apparently not noticing Darren’s current state of shock or awe or whatever this is. “Yeah, my friend Sarah set me up on a blind date and he never showed. She said he was cute. Eh, well, probably would have been a one-time thing anyway.” Chris takes a few more pieces of food, face annoyingly calm, and if he is feeling the same jolt of electricity that still buzzes in Darren’s hand, he hides it really well. Not fair, Darren thinks. How can he be so composed and graceful when Darren is feeling exactly the opposite?

Darren forces his gaze from his plate to Chris, who is now looking at him expectantly. He realizes he missed something.

“Sorry, what?” He manages.

“What about you?” Chris repeats. “Who stood you up?”

It takes a moment for Darren to even know what Chris is talking about. Being concerned about his blind date not showing up feels like years ago. He honestly doesn’t even remember who set the date up. It takes him a moment to figure out how to form words again. “Uhh, blind date too.” Chris nods, face sympathetic. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, I figure what happens happens.” Chris points to the food. “You mind if I have more? I don’t want to impose.”

“No imposition,” Darren is starting to regain clarity. “Eat as much as you want.”

“Thanks, I’m starving.” Chris said. “You ordered this for the date?” Darren nods. “You haven’t even touched it.”

“It’s fine,” Darren says. He slowly begins to get a grasp on himself, and realizes how much he wants to have a real conversation with this man. He changes the subject. “So, tell me about you.”

“Uh, well, there isn’t much to tell, to tell you the truth.”

“I don’t believe that,” Darren says, getting his groove back bit-by-bit. His head still feels fuzzy but he can actually for coherent thoughts now. “What do you do? For a living?”

“Uh, I’m a writer. But I don’t know if that really counts.”

“It fucking does count. I bet you’re an amazing writer.” Darren means it.

“Hm, and how do you know that?”

“You’re definitely an awesome writer, man. I can tell.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“I just know. I want to read your work. I bet it’s fucking fantastic.”

“I don’t know about that one,” Chris replies.

Darren grins, and begins to answer Chris’s questions of his own career. There’s not much, Darren admits, but he tells Chris that the coffee shops he’s played at in Midtown tip the best but the ones in Greenwich Village and other areas in the lower west side have the most interesting people. The best place he’s played in Manhattan was on the balcony of a restaurant at night, where he could look out and see the entire city lit up. Chris smiles, this time different, more private, and it sends another spark down Darren’s spine. He diverts his eyes, suddenly finding the floor very interesting, trying to ride through the slightly-uncomfortable-but-addictive feeling that keeps coming. He doesn’t look up until Chris kicks his leg lightly under the table to get his attention. Chris smiles at him and runs his foot up and down Darren’s leg in a comforting way, which sends more lightning bolts through Darren’s body, eliciting more feelings of attraction and affection and want. That one’s new.