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[smythehq]

thread title: make it like your birthday everyday

thread location: hunter clarington's house

thread date & time: monday, september 15, early morning

tagging: hunter clarington @claringtonhq

triggers: none

there were times when sebastian could be difficult, in fact he knew that those times far outnumbered the times when he was amicable, but he'd never hidden the fact that when he really cared about someone he'd make an effort. and hunter was someone who, despite all odds, he did care about. hunter was special. definitely the closest sebastian had ever come to calling someone a best friend, someone who understood him completely and seemed to want to stick around, even when the worst parts of himself shone through as they often did. he rarely connected with other men the way he had with hunter and while he refused to become emotional over it, he'd decided to take hunter's birthday as an opportunity to show his gratitude, to show his devotion. and in truth, sebastian had always been fond of birthdays, his parents had always made a big deal of them for him growing up, and that enthusiasm had rubbed off.

it was far too early for any sane person to be awake, let alone to already be finished a morning run, showered and ready to start their day, but hunter was anything but the average joe, so of course, by the time sebastian had driven out of town and back - a special trip to make sure hunter got some decent coffee on his birthday - hunter was ready to face the day when seabstian rang his doorbell, coffee in one hand and the other full with a ridiculous assortment of balloons and a small gift box. as soon as hunter answered sebastian donned his signature smirk, "just be grateful i didn't order one of those stripping singing grams...on second thought, you're into that type of thing now i suppose...maybe you'd prefer to see that instead of me this early."

[thatbeauadams]

FCC: Delilah Pierce, Hunter Clarington, Violet Evans

and now a trio of sexy cinnamon rolls? Y'all are killing me.

Fuck: Hunter Clarington (don't I basically do this in spirit?)

Claim: Violet Evans (she's my GIRL and we would be the hottest stripping couple you could ever imagine)

Cuddle: Delilah Jones (her tits look like amazing pillows)

@hunterclaringtonswitch @slaved-violetevans @delilahjanepierce

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

boy band blaine fics🥹

Here are some boyband fics, hope you enjoy. ~Jen

I Will Go Down With This Ship by @klaineanummel

Excerpts of what happens in the most intense seven months of the New Directions fandom. Or the one where Kurt, Blaine, Sebastian, Puck and Sam are in a boy band together.

~~~~~ The Warbler Interview by @little-escapist

Kurt is very excited about his first assignment as a journalist: he’ll interview the new boy band sensation, the Warblers. It means he’ll get to talk to the most handsome man alive, Cooper Anderson.

But once Kurt meets the band – Cooper, sarcastic Sebastian, boy-next-door Sam, and Cooper’s brother Blaine – it’s the younger Anderson that steals his heart over the course of a single night.

~~~~~

Public Relations by skivvysupreme

Everyone has their favorite Warbler. Kurt won’t say which one is his.

~~~~~ Secret Relationship by rebwrites

The famous boyband "The Warblers" are the rising stars of the music world.

For their new album, they need to make a photo shooting, but their manager, Hunter Clarington, decided that they needed a new wardrobe to maintain their image. He hires fashion designer Kurt Hummel who's just making a name for himself in the fashion world.

When they meet, both Blaine and Kurt feel drawn to each other and quickly feel like something big is happening to them.

But can their newfound relationship last throughout the secrecy, the denying and the crazy fans who are obsessed with the idea of Sebastian and Blaine together?

[justgleekout]

The Purrfect Crime

Summary: Kurt and Blaine were, as you say, “partners in crime”, but like, in the opposite sense… They were a long standing duo at the CIA. Headquarters knew they worked best when they worked together, so they just always did.

On their most recent mission however, their professional partnership is being tested as they go undercover as a married couple.

Rating: T

Words: 3,625

Additional tags: Fake Dating, spies!klaine, Friends to Lovers, crack elements, I really tried to be funny, smitten!blaine, Pining, oblivious!kurt?, Or Is he?, Alternate Universe

Notes: This work is a secret santa gift to @spaceorphan18! Merry Christmas!

First of all, I know this is a little late and I'm so sorry! I was struggling (to say the least) to get this done on time. As you can see, this is chapter one, because I just couldn't finish the whole thing and I didn't want you to wait any longer. I was so busy with work it's litereally not funny. I was pulling days from 7am til 9pm at some point. Then, when I started writing my first idea, I came to the realisation that I was including a very significant trope that was the oposit of what you had written on your wish list, so I had to start over... my own stupid mistake. Then, to make matters even worse, I spilled soda all over my laptop and it broke down completely. So I had to continue writing on my phone and ipad with a broken keyboard (I do NOT reccomend). I know, excuses excuses. I'm just bummed I didn't get it done on time. Also I now have to buy a new computer...

All that aside! I hope you like what I've got so far! I got really excited when I saw you wanted spies!klaine! A trope I absolutely love! Just note that I have never really written crack before, but I tried my best to make it fun add many silly elements! And I promise there are a lot more to come in the next part!!

Chapter: 1/?

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They walked up to the gates of what could only be described as a palace (if America had those). The long and broad driveway behind the gates lead to a building so large and fancy looking, Blaine instinctively straightened his bowtie and readjusted his cufflinks. He knew he looked the part. Headquarters never sent out their agents in anything less than appropriate attire, but he couldn’t help it. He then glanced over at Kurt, who looked like he was a regular at this place, clad in a striking powder blue suit that perfectly brought out the colour of his eyes- no, Blaine, you are on a mission and he is your friend. He had to remind himself more and more frequently of the fact that they were partners in the professional sense only. No matter how gorgeous Kurt looked and how kind he was and how many flirty remarks he made at Blaine. 

“Did you get any information on what we are actually attending?” Kurt asked.

“No, chief Sylvester only gave me the location and this invitation.” Blaine held up a piece of royal blue parchment with a broken red and gold wax seal. The text on it was written in golden ink and read: 

“ Dear guest, 

Recently I received some incredible news concerning someone close to me that has enriched my life. I would like to share this news with you. Therefore, I hereby invite you to attend a celebratory party to join me in my glee on the evening of the 22nd of may at my residence. I would love to share with you a grand revelation that not even I know the outcome of. All that I will say is that it will be an evening full of surprises. 

Sincerely,

Hunter Clarington”

“What do you think it means?” Kurt asked as he took the paper from Blaine to inspect it further.

“I don’t know. But he is clearly up to something. Chief Sylvester said they got a hold of this invite right after they found suspicious signals and radiation coming from the address. They tracked all the vehicles going in and out of the vicinity. All transporting materials to build some sort of weapon… a powerful one.”

Kurt worried his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded, mulling over the information.

Blaine couldn't help but stare at Kurt's mouth as he licked his lips in thought. Blaine swallowed thickly and his breath hitched for a moment.

Kurt eyed him a little suspiciously. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

“Are you?” Great save, Blaine. Clever. 

Kurt shrugged. “A little, I guess.” 

Blaine didn’t actually expect that answer. “What? Why? You’re never nervous .” 

“Well I just don’t really fit in at these kinds of events… ”

Blaine frowned at Kurt. “What makes you say that?”

“Everyone here is rich, Blaine. I don’t know any of these etiquettes and inside jokes. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb…”

“Kurt, you are a spy for the CIA You are literally trained to fit in anywhere. I’ve seen you act. You’re a natural! And your suit looks incredibly expensive.” Better than mine anyways…

Kurt smiled at the compliment. “Thank you. I tailored it myself, actually.”

“A secret agent with secret talents. Seriously, Kurt, what can’t you do?”

“It’s not “Kurt” tonight, Remember?” 

“Right. Yes. Sorry, Mr. Ralph Murray, what can’t you do?” Blaine said to Kurt with a smile.

“Some secrets I don't dare share, not even with you, Mr. George Murray, darling. ” Kurt winked at Blaine.

And there it was; the reason Blaine was nervous in the first place. Tonight Kurt and he were Ralph and George Murray, husbands of five years, millionaires, and most importantly, on the guest list. It wouldn’t be a hard part to play; Kurt’s husband. Blaine had played that part often enough in his head. But Kurt didn’t know that, and Blaine would rather eat his bowtie than have Kurt finding out and Blaine making a fool out of himself. He just couldn't help but blush at the pet name Kurt gave him. 

Then, a sharp noise pierced his ear. Blaine flinched. This damn earpiece! And then a voice, “Hey guys, I’m glad to hear you are getting into character, but you better get in there. We have no clue where the signal is coming from within that building. And we need to find it fast. 

Right. Blaine thought. The stakes were high tonight. The nation was in danger and it was their job to secure its safety. “We best get in, then.”

“Oh before you do, I have hidden some gadgets for you in that bush over there on the left side of the gate.”

“Hold up. You have hidden our top secret, highly dangerous gadgets… in a bush?” Kurt said exasperatedly into his earpiece. 

“I figured they would be easily accessible…”

“Yeah. To literally everyone , Sam,” Kurt hissed.

“Oh… yeah…”

“Look, Sam, just tell us what you got us,” Blaine said as he crouched next to the bush, pushing the branches aside to reveal a suitcase. He opened it and Sam continued, “Alright. There is of course your trusted grenade pen, anaesthetic darts-watch and bulletproof handkerchief, but I have also added a few of my newest inventions.”

To this, Kurt shot Blaine an apprehensive look. They were a little too familiar with Sam's “ inventions” to say they were always a raging success. They looked into the suitcase and saw, beside their usual gadgets, something that looked like a small beauty case, an umbrella and a pair of sunglasses. “What the…” Kurt whispered under his breath.

Blaine frowned. “Sam, the event is inside… how are we supposed to casually pull out an umbrella or sunglasses?” 

“You're worried about the sunglasses? How do you reckon we are gonna be able to pull off using a, what is this, a lipstick ?” Kurt said as he held up a small golden tube. 

“I- hadn’t really thought about that,” Sam confessed.

Kurt looked like a vein was about to pop in his forehead as he pinched the skin between his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

“What do they do, Sam?” Blaine offered.

“Right, so, the umbrella is not only completely waterproof, it is also fire resistant and creates a perfect shield once unfolded. The sunglasses have infrared night vision and the lipstick is my personal favourite. It releases a toxic fume if you press that button on the back there, but that won't affect you when you are wearing the lipstick as it neutralises the toxins as they come close to it, so when you inhale, you're totally safe,” Sam said proudly.

Blaine had to admit the inventions sounded pretty incredible had they been more practical. “Alright,” he sighed. “Thank you, Sam.”

Kurt side eyed him and Blaine offered a shrug in return. 

“Well, we’d better get going, now. We’ll tune back in when we need you, Sam,” Kurt said and tapped on his earpiece once to hang up. Blaine followed. “Honestly, I can’t with him sometimes. I know you guys are friends, but he sure gets on my nerves.”

Maybe Sam didn't always have the best ideas, but he really wasn't bad at his job. Blaine thought. “He tries his best, though. And he is actually really great once you get to know him,” 

Kurt shook his head. “You’re too kind for your own good,” he said, but there wasn't any actual judgement in his voice. 

Blaine smiled and the blush he was sporting a minute ago returned faintly to his cheeks.

They walked through the gate towards a grand wooden front door in front of which a big woman was standing behind a podium with her arms crossed. "Names?" she said as she was eyeing them up and down suspiciously.

Blaine put on his most charming smile. “George and Ralph Murray,” he responded.

She looked at the register in front of her and her expression changed. “Ah! Splendid!" Welcome to the Clarington residence. All guests are expected in the ballroom for the welcome speech at 8:00 pm sharp. In the meantime there will be beverages and appetisers served in the grand foyer. Please enjoy your evening Mr. and Mr. Murray.”

“Thank you,” Kurt said and nodded to the woman. They walked past her as the doors opened. 

“Ballroom? Really?” Blaine whispered at Kurt as they made their way up the steps leading to the front door. “What is this place? Versaille?”

Kurt sniggered and gave Blaine a pointed look. “Play the part now, Blaine,” he said as they stepped over the threshold. 

They entered an incredible marble room with two grand staircases with golden railings on each side. Large pillars reached to the high ceiling on which, in the middle, hung an enormous crystal chandelier. Blaine’s mouth fell open and he heard Kurt release a low whistle. They quickly pulled themselves together as they were approached by a young handsome waiter. “Welcome, gentlemen. Can I offer you a drink? A glass of champagne perhaps? Cocktail?”

“I’ll have an old fashioned, thank you.” Kurt said with a confident, charming smile. See? Blaine knew Kurt had nothing to worry about. He was a natural. Blaine might have come from money, but Kurt just radiated class. 

“For me a negroni, please. Let’s save the champagne for later after the great announcement, don't you think?” Blaine said with a wink.

The young man blushed. “Certainly, sir.” 

“Say, do you happen to know anything about this speech?” Blaine asked him.

The waiter's eyes grew wide for a second. “I- I’m sorry sir, but it’s supposed to be a surprise.” 

“Of course. I’m sorry,” Blaine gave the waiter an understanding smile. The young man bowed his head gratefully and dashed away to get their drinks.

Blaine leaned into Kurt’s side, “You reckon he didn't know? Or he didn’t want to say?” he asked.

“Not sure… Would you share your secrets with the waiting staff?”

“I don’t know. I never had waiting staff.” 

“Hm.” Kurt gave him a considering look that lingered a bit too long. It made Blaine feel a little hot in the face.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Kurt shrugged. “I’m just trying to paint a picture of you.” When Blaine didn't respond immediately he added, “It's a good picture, don't worry.” There was something suggestive in the way Kurt spoke. Blaine looked at him as if to try figuring him out. Kurt was just good at playing his part. Blaine told himself. Though no one was looking at them at the moment so there was no direct reason for it.

“Let's ask around some more, shall we?” Kurt suggested, breaking the tension.

"Yeah. Good plan.”

The young waiter had returned with their drinks and they started moving through the crowd. They asked multiple people if they had any idea what they were doing here, but no one seemed to know or want to tell them anything. 

“This is hopeless. We are wasting valuable time.” Blaine slumped against one of the pillars. 

Kurt opened his mouth to respond but Blaine motioned for him to be quiet when he heard a woman speak; “See, I told you he was weird. Who hosts a party for their cat?” 

They turned to look where the voice came from. A latina woman with long dark hair in a fitted, red, velvet dress was talking to another woman. This one with blond hair styled in a stylishly messy updo and a mint green dress. 

“I would,” the blonde woman said solemnly. “And I have in the past.” 

“Yeah, but that’s different. You’re cute about it.” The dark haired woman flirted and the blonde one gave her a quick kiss. 

“Excuse me,” Blaine piped in.

The dark haired woman gave him a once over, clearly judging him.

“George Murray, pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand and the woman took it with only slight reluctance. “This is my husband, Ralph Murray.” He gestured to Kurt who then also shook the woman’s hand. Blaine noticed that the look she gave him was a lot less disapproving. Though Blaine couldn't blame her when Kurt was wearing that suit. 

“Santana Lopez,” the dark haired woman introduced herself. “This is Brittany Pierce.”

The men shook Brittany's hand as well. “I’m sorry, we just couldn’t help but overhear… Do you happen to know what this event is for?”

“I’ve only heard rumours,” Santana said.

“I see. Where did you get these rumours from?” Blaine asked.

Santana crossed her arms. “Well aren’t you the little detective. What's it to you, anyways? 

“Just nosy.” Kurt’s smile turned a little more devious than polite, matching her energy.

“They say it’s his cat’s birthday, but that doesn’t explain the great announcement. Maybe his cat got nominated for an award.” Brittany said

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other in disbelief, and back at the women. “You can’t be serious,” Kurt said.

Santana crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Deadly.” 

“He can't be that passionate about a cat?”

“Wanna bet?” Santana challenged. “How do you think we know him?”

The men shrugged.

“We know him from cat shows.” Santana rolled her eyes. “Brittany’s cat, Lord Tubbington, often runs against his cat, Mr. Puss. So believe me when I say people are passionate about their cats. Anyways if you really wanna know, we heard it from Sebastian Smythe.”

“Who is that?” 

“He is one of Hunter's closest friends .” She grinned as if to imply something.

“Do you think Hunter told him about his plans for the night?” Blaine asked, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice.

“I’m sure he did. I overheard them talking about half an hour ago. Something about ‘getting it ready in the basement.’ ” She shrugged.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a meaningful look. “Do you know how we can get in there?” Kurt asked.

“I'm sure Sebastian has a keycard to the elevator. But hold up, why do you want to know so bad?”

“Never mind that. What does he look like; Sebastian?” Kurt asked.

Santana smirked. “Oh you can’t miss him.” 

Brittany then took Santana's hand and whispered something in her ear. They giggled. “Look we’d love to stay and chat, but we, er, we gotta go.” Santana said before she was pulled away by Brittany. Santana managed to add a “good luck” as they disappeared into the crowd. 

“What do we do now?” Blaine sighed. “We have no clue where to find this Sebastian character,”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Kurt said and pointed over Blaine’s shoulder. 

Blaine turned to look, and there, in the middle of a group of people, stood a handsome man who was clearly the centre of attention. The people around him were laughing at his jokes and basically fawning over him. “You reckon that’s him?” Blaine asked.

“ Oh my god, Sebastian! You didn’t!” one of the guys closest to him laughed and flirtily touched the man’s arm. 

Sebastian petted the guy’s hand and smirked. “You should hear what I did with his father,” he said and winked at the woman next to him. The people around him all laughed.

Blaine snorted. “Well that answers that,” he said.

“He looks incredibly obnoxious,” Kurt said and narrowed his eyes. “He is flirting with literally everyone in his little group.” He grimaced.

“Maybe we can use that to our advantage?” Blaine thought out loud. However he didn’t really feel like watching Kurt chat up another man. He would just have to do it himself. “I will go and talk to him!” 

“Wait, maybe-” but before Kurt could protest, Blaine had stepped into the circle of people. Sebastian's eyes were immediately on him. 

“Well hello handsome,” Sebastian said and extended his hand towards Blaine. “I don’t think we’ve met. You look like someone I wouldn’t easily forget.” He grinned.

Despite his better judgement, Blaine blushed. The man was handsome, alright. And definitely charismatic, judging by the effect he had on the people around him. “We haven't. My name is George Murray. Are you Sebastian Smythe?” Blaine asked as he shook the man’s hand. 

“Matter of fact I am. To what do I owe this pleasure?”  

“I was talking to some friends of mine and you sounded… interesting” Blaine smiled a what he hoped was a seductive smile. 

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and turned away from Blaine for a second to make a dismissive gesture to his followers. “Could you give us a moment please?” 

The small crowd looked annoyed, some even jealous, but they obeyed, leaving the two men to themselves. Sebastian turned back to Blaine “Interesting, hm?” he grinned. 

Now that they were talking Blaine realised he didn’t actually have a solid plan. He couldn’t straight up ask Sebastian to give him the key. He would never just hand it over. Maybe Blaine could convince Sebastian to take him to the basement? But he needed Kurt with him. So he had to think of something else.

“They said you were close friends with the host,” Blaine said, trying to imply exactly whatever Santana was implying before. “I can see why he would like you,” he flirted. Apparently this was the right move, as Sebastian looked him up and down let his gaze rest on Blaine’s mouth. 

Sebastian leaned in closer. “You’re cute, George Murray. How come I’ve never seen you before?” 

“I- I’m usually very busy with eh- work. Don’t-“ Blaine swallowed. “Don’t often have time for parties.” Out of the corner of his eye Blaine noticed movement. He glanced over Sebastian's shoulder and saw that Kurt was miming something. “Back pocket!” He mouthed. What about his back pocket? Wait. Sebastian’s back pocket! The keycard was in sebastians back pocket!

Sebastian, who luckily didn’t seem to have noticed anything, spoke again, “Ah, so you're Mr. Professional, hm? Do you always obey the rules or are you capable of letting loose every once in a while?”

“Er, yeah sure,” Blaine said semi on auto pilot. How the hell was he supposed to get the key-card from Sebastian’s pocket? “What about you?” he asked. “Are you a rule breaker?”

“You could say that,” Sebastian quipped. 

Blaine laughed. He needed to get very close and personal with this man but whilst he was doing so, he might as well find out some more information.

“I was wondering,” Blaine said and trailed his finger over Sebastian’s chest. “As you’re such a bad boy, would you mind telling me what tonight is all about?” Blaine looked up through his eyelashes. 

Sebastian inhaled through his teeth. “Oh babe, I can’t tell you that. It’s supposed to be a surprise.” 

“I thought you didn't play by the rules.” 

“Why don’t you come upstairs with me where we can have a little more privacy and I can tell you all you want to know.” Sebastian said and slipped an arm around Blaine’s back. 

This was his chance. He could take it now and Sebastian wouldn't notice. He just didn’t know how to get out of the situation once he made his move. Blaine looked over his shoulder in search of Kurt and found him looking at them. Blaine gave him a quick pleading look, hoping Kurt would understand. Here goes nothing. He put his hand on Sebastian's back and slid it down to rest over his butt. “Sounds amazing...” Blaine felt the card in Sebastian's pocket. “...but I forgot to mention…” He slid his fingers into the pocket over the card, trying to pull it off as a caress, and as he retreated his hand he pulled the card out. Got it. “...that I'm married.” 

As if on cue, Kurt stepped in front of them. “Darling! There you are! I was looking for you.” He smiled a bit too sweetly at Blaine. “Who’s our new friend?” he asked and shot a murdering look at Sebastian. 

“Woah, what the hell?” Sebastian took a step back, letting go of Blaine. 

Blaine quickly slipped the key-card into his own pocket and stepped closer to Kurt. “Ralph, honey, this is Sebastian. He is a close friend of Hunter’s. Sebastian, this is my husband, Ralph Murray.”

“Husband? Wow,” Sebastian said. “Was not expecting that.” 

Kurt held out his hand. “Pleasure,” he said through gritted teeth.

Sebastian took Kurt’s hand and shook it once. 

Kurt turned to Blaine again. “Well it’s almost 8 o’clock. We should get going, darling.” 

“Right.” Blaine nodded. “Maybe we can talk later?” he offered innocently to Sebastian as if nothing had happened. “It was very nice meeting you.” 

“Sure was,” Sebastian said and winked at Blaine, clearly recovered from the initial shock. “I am looking forward to seeing you again, George.”

Kurt then pulled Blaine away by his hand through the crowd, leaving Sebastian behind. 

“Thank you for saving me,” Blaine said once they had found a quiet corner.

“You didn't really seem like you needed saving,” Kurt said coldly.  

“What do you mean? If you hadn’t shown up, I wouldn’t have been able to get away!” 

“I mean, ” Kurt said. “It didn't seem like you had such a terrible time with him. I know you needed to get the card, but how are we supposed to come across as a happily married couple when you are feeling up all the other guests.” He crossed his arms defensively.

Blaine stared at Kurt for a second. Then it dawned on him. “Wait, Kurt, are you jealous?”  

“No,” Kurt snapped. 

“Oh my god, you are totally jealous.”

Kurt’s cheeks turned red. “Shut up, I'm trying to take this mission seriously. Did you at least get the key?”

Blaine couldn't help but grin as he presented it. “Got it right here.”

“Great. Let's go try it out before he finds out it’s missing. We need to get to the basement before it’s 8 o’clock.” 

[spamfromlee]

.•° ✿ °•. introduction .•° ✿ °•.

hey everyone!

☾♡☽ about me ☾♡☽

i'm lee

my pronouns are she/her

i'm 26

i'm a psychology student

i love reading books, listening to music, traveling in nature, writing & roleplaying, working out

i'm also very interested in arts of any kind, i like astronomy, the space & the ocean

☾♡☽ what i'm writing ☾♡☽

genres: mainly romance (fxm), sometimes fantasy, mystery, action

tropes: strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, fake dating/marriage, secretly dating, fwb to lovers, second chance (exes to lovers), older brother’s best friend, fluff, angst, differences in social status

setting: mostly high school/college/university worlds if the setting is not related to a certain fandom

fandoms:

outer banks: rafe cameron, sarah cameron euphoria: nate jacobs, maddy perez, cassie howard gossip girl: nate archibald, chuck bass, blair waldorf, serena van der woodsen shadowhunters: alec lightwood, magnus bane, jace herondale, isabelle lightwood glee: hunter clarington, sebastian smythe, blaine anderson, kurt hummel bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, king george, simon basset the winx saga: sky, riven, bloom

original characters:

ray miller harley remington faith hayley kim luna cooper julian moore zoe jade caruso logan marino melody ann carter jordan bellamy

style of writing: 3rd person, past tense, descriptive, narrative, semi-lit

platforms: discord, tumblr (i'm open for more options)

i write both male and female characters

my original characters can be adjusted and fit into almost every fandom (can be discussed)

the pairings can be both canons or the combination of ocs and canons

☾♡☽ what i'm looking for ☾♡☽

more writers to follow (i'll follow in return of course!)

creating new friendships with the common passions of roleplaying, writing, plotting, and brainstorming

long-term writing partners

exploring slow burns within writing, deep topics the characters are dealing with, conflicts and struggles - a writing progress

i absolutely love obsessing & sharing images, edits, pinterest boards, playlists - if you also love that, we'll definitely get along

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

if you're interested, feel free to like this post or dm me and i'll make sure to send a message ♡

[lusthurts]

writing hunter clarington is so hard because i have never read any fanfics that feature hunter beyond brief mentions and he has so few scenes in the show

like why is his only personality trait roid rage

[claringtonhq]

clarington family.

father. james clarington ( 57, us navy admiral )

mother. elizabeth clarington ( 55, homemaker )

eldest. diana clarington ( 31, corporate lawyer )

second eldest. olivia clarington ( 29, hedge fund manager )

middle child. katherine clarington ( 27, pharmaceutical medical liaison )

middle child. charlotte clarington ( 25, med student )

second youngest. evelyn clarington ( 20, undergrad student )

youngest. hunter clarington ( 18, high school student )

the clarington’s are a very traditional, mother at home and father the breadwinner. they come from old money on both sides of the family. james from a long line of naval officers and various businessmen (with a lot of political ambitions), while elizabeth comes from british aristocracy. james is a bit tough on his children, but this is only because he knows their potential and wants them to not only reach it but surpass it. he pushes them harder so that they develop a tough skin and so that no one else can reach them first. elizabeth is far gentler, more doting and loves to constantly reaffirm and reward them with homemade baked goods and anything else that she knows her children like. thus the children are all incredibly high achievers and competitive, even amongst themselves but are quick to join forces together against others if anyone tries to mess with one of their own. though the girls do relish ganging up on hunter.

[omgmckinley]

SUPERLATIVES, part four

🔍 most likely to lose their head if it wasn't attached, finn hudson

🎓 most likely to buy a fake major, jesse st. james

☕ most likely to end up in middle management, kitty wilde

🪜 most likely to trip at graduation, marley rose

👑 most likely to win a reality show competition, sugar motta

🌊 most likely to get lost at sea, adrian cruz-dumont

⭐ most likely to be on broadway, rachel berry

🏢 most likely to become ceo, hunter clarington

🌍 most likely to travel the world, ali vogel

[goldenkwilde]

(@askhunterclarington)

The drive to Columbus had been long, and definitely not what Kitty had been looking forward to at the end of a long school day, but it was hard to argue against one dinner with the people who pay your rent, and she hadn't seen them since long before the start of the academic year, so a dinner was definitely warranted. It didn't help that it had been made extremely clear to her on the phone that it was a business dinner that she was expected to play the part of a doting daughter for. Not that she'd particularly prefer an intimate family meal with her parents, but she would always resent being one of the symbolic figureheads of her dad's company, especially since her heart had never really been in it.

She'd arrived back with enough time to allow her mother to fuss over her, redoing Kitty's hair and pulling a face at Kitty's outfit that would make you think that it was bloodstained, leaving her dressed in an old Marc Jacobs dress with a higher neckline than Kitty would normally pick for herself and an updo that she thought made her look like the president's wife. Her father wasn't home, of course, her mother assuring her that he would arrive in time, as if it mattered to Kitty in the slightest. She didn't know who the dinner was with, but it wasn't her first rodeo; it would be some guy with an equally sleazy business, a wife whose face was 60% silicone, and some sullen kid who wanted to be there about as much as Kitty did. And their mothers would gush over their children while the dads gave sweeping declarations disguised as morality lessons, and the kids would be sent out in time for business talk, and called back in for dessert and a group photo. It was routine and mind-numbing.

Kitty and her mother were stood in the foyer of their audacious house, in their embarrassingly matching blue outfits, when Kitty's dad swept in, already ready for dinner, muttering that their guests would be here any moment. He gave her the obligatory kiss on the forehead, which Kitty forced a smile for, leaving only enough time to quickly change jackets before the doorbell rang. Kitty sighed, preparing herself for another exhausting evening as she watched the family maid rush to open the door, folding her hands in front of herself. The door opened and a man clearly dressed for a business dinner walked in, followed by his wife, wearing an outfit alarmingly similar to her and her mother's. She stepped forward, slightly behind her mother, ready to greet the guests, her eyes uninterestedly running over the two of them, before they landed on a third person who had just entered the room, and her blood ran cold.

There, stood in the foyer of the home she had lived in all her life, was Hunter Clarington.

[smythehq]

thread title: it's that me espresso

thread location: hunter's car & coffee shop in the next town

thread date & time: thursday, september 4, evening

tagging: hunter clarington @claringtonhq

triggers: none

sebastian was in charge of the aux - it really didn't matter that hunter was driving and it was hunter's car. frankly, as much as he trusted hunter in other matters, when it came to music selection, hunter's taste was less than ideal - in his opinion. "really, clarington? the radio? that's what you listen to in the car?" he questioned incredulously and shook his head as he scrolled his phone for the perfect song, "you know, sometimes right when i think you're about to beat those 'extremely life-like AI model' allegations, you do something that starts you right back at square one." he was teasing, mostly. there was something about hunter that unnerved him, but most of the time he saw that as a good thing, they kept each other on thier toes, they made each other strive to be better, wasn't that exactly what a friendship should be? sebastian was still unsure, he'd never had a best friend of the same gender before, this was all new territory.

[jaybakernyc]

[manyfandomocs]

Glee OC Masterlist (K-Z)

(A-J)

Name: Kaipo Steele

Fic: How Far I’ll Go

Love Interest: Jake Puckerman

FC: Auli'i Cravhalo

Name: Karina Jimenez

Fic: Walk In The Sun

Love Interest: Brittany Pierce

FC: Melissa Barrera

Name: Knox Berry

Fic: Berry Beautiful

Love Interest: Sugar Motta

FC: Noah Centineo

Name: Kyra Puckerman

Fic: A Rose By Any Other Name

Love Interest: Marley Rose

FC: Antonia Gentry

Name: Leonard Sparrow

Fic: Mirror In The Sky

Love Interest: Sebastian Smythe

FC: Logan Lerman

Name: Marceline Giles

Fic: Dancing Through Life

Love Interest: Mike Chang

FC: Sofia Carson

Name: Marigold Stinson

Fic: Walk Walk Fashion Baby

Love Interest: Sam Evans & Mercedes Jones

FC: Josie Totah

Name: Nico Nichols

Fic: Like A Prayer

Love Interest: Sam Evans & Mercedes Jones

FC: Michael Evans Behling

Name: Ramona Harris

Fic: Love Song

Love Interest: Rachel Berry & Quinn Fabray

FC: Victoria Justice

Name: Reagan Harlow

Fic: Show Stoppin’ Number

Love Interest: Santana Lopez, Noah Puckerman

FC: Sarah Jeffery

Name: Saoirse Flanagan

Fic: Luck of the Irish

Love Interest: Mike Chang, Ryder Lynn, Artie Abrams endgame

FC: Brenna D'Amico

Name: Scott Macmillan

Fic: Slapshot Romance

Love Interest: Brittany Pierce, Sugar Motta, Finn Hudson endgame

FC: Jack Falahee

Name: Sophia Hummel

Fic: The Tiniest Lifeboat

Love Interest: Mercedes Jones

FC: Mary Mouser

Name: Steve Schuester

Fic: Faithfully

Love Interest: Jesse St. James, Rachel Berry, Quinn Fabray

FC: Mitchell Hope

Name: Warren Anderson

Fic: Perfect Son

Love Interest: Sebastian Smythe or Hunter Clarington or an OC

FC: Dylan Sprayberry

Name: Xavier Carver

Fic: Still Frames In Your Mind

Love Interest: Quinn Fabray

FC: Charles Melton

Name: Zeke Beiste

Fic: Take Me On

Love Interest: Kitty Wilde, Marley Rose

FC: Booboo Stewart

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

hiya! i remember finding a fic on tumblr ages ago, possibly through a big-bang or reverse-bang or something like that -- it had fanart. it was about violinist blaine getting selected to study under this reclusive master and it turns out the only reason this guy played so good was that his violin was...kurt. he'd been cursed or something. anyway, the fanart was of the pivotal scene where blaine breaks the curse by literally playing kurt so hard he becomes human again. thank you so much for the help!! C:

You have stumped us, anon. Great details! Readers - do you know this story? Please send it in! Thanks! ~Lynne

ETA: Thanks @caramelcoffeeaddict for identifying it as this:

Violoncello by elfinder @klaineitupanotch

Blaine Anderson finds himself being given the opportunity of a lifetime, when he is approached by Hunter Clarington the Third, a rich lord who’s singular goal is to become the best luthier of his age. Soon, Blaine gets the chance to play his finest creation, a cello that’s perfect pitch is spell-bounding, to compete at a world wide competition. Little does he know that accepting the job will also lead him to meet a mysterious young man with the voice of an angel.

[andersonsmythe]

Evergreen

—by andersonsmythe

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Glee (TV 2009) Relationship: Hunter Clarington/Sebastian Smythe Summary: There was nothing more tragic than falling in love with a straight boy.

Preview:

It’s embarrassing and pathetic and Sebastian should’ve never let it get to this point—he always, always calculates the risk and measures it against the rewards—he never let himself get too close. He knows how to navigate his emotions to not let his dumb and stupid heart get hurt.

He’s had flings, he’s been casual, and he’s never gone in too deep to where he couldn’t find his way out. 

But now, he’s drowning, and it’s all because of one fucking Hunter Clarington. 

Sure, there are worse things in life, but honestly? 

There was nothing more tragic than falling in love with a straight boy.

Read more below or on AO3

Part 1

Sebastian throws his bag onto the floor, toeing off his shoes at the entrance as he lets out a distressed sigh. He can hear the soft murmurs of the television in the living room with unmistakable giggles, gasps, and moans that he’s all too well accustomed to. The smell of bubblegum fills his nose, the scent almost sickening, and he feels like throwing up. 

Fucking Hummel and his stupid candles. 

“I’m home,” he calls out warningly, making no effort to stagger his appearance as he catches Blaine and Kurt on the couch—Kurt towering over Blaine with his ass hanging out and scratch marks all over his back. 

They both look at him like a deer in headlights, and Sebastian finds it a tad bit amusing as they grab the couch throw to cover themselves up. This wasn’t the first time he’s caught them in the act, and every single time, he finds it hilarious that their cheapest thrill is fucking in the living room, but tonight, he could only muster a small chuckle. 

“S-Sebastian!” Blaine shrieks, “Give us a second!” 

“I can’t walk through my own home?” Sebastian deadpans, traversing through the living room that was dimly lit by the television and into the kitchen to fetch himself a beer.

He can hear the frantic rustling of clothes being hastily put on, the squelching noise of rubber snapping with a pop. Kurt is soon behind him, fully dressed, his hair tousled, as he disposes of the used condom. 

Sebastian looks at him with a grimace before rolling his eyes. Kurt can only give him a sheepish look in return.

“You’re home early,” Blaine says as Sebastian re-enters the living room, forgoing the couch in favour of the armchair. He lounges on it sideways, his legs hanging over the arm as he focuses on the television.

Kurt re-enters too, turning on the freestanding lamp before cuddling up to Blaine who is dressed in the throw. Hopefully, not naked underneath. Yeah, Blaine was cute, but his bare ass on the couch? No thanks.

“It’s only seven,” Sebastian replies, taking a sip of his beer. 

“It’s Thursday,” Blaine says, and Sebastian knows what Blaine is talking about—he’s never home on Thursdays, at least, not at this hour, because on Fridays, he only has an afternoon class, so he could stay out and late and sleep through the morning.

But not today. Sebastian wasn’t feeling up for it. He probably never will be anymore. 

When Sebastian doesn’t reply, Blaine tries again, “Is everything okay?” he asks, worry in his tone. 

Sebastian sighs. He wants to be annoyed, he wants to lash out, but it’s an innocent enough question, and he can’t deal with Blaine threatening to leave again. “I’m good,” he settles on, making no effort to mask the clear melancholia in his voice. “Who puts on Friends when fucking?” he comments in an attempt to offload the attention, the laugh track ringing through the apartment. 

Blaine looks at Kurt with a frown, pursing his lips in concern. Sebastian can feel the tension on their side of the living room like they want to press on and get to the bottom of why Sebastian’s home early with a bad attitude, but hesitation keeps them from doing so; perks of being somewhat considerate. 

Good. 

Hopefully, they stay hesitant. 

He’s not in the mood to talk, especially not about this, and especially not to them. If it’s not pity sex, he doesn’t want their pity at all. 

Because it’s just plain embarrassing. 

It’s embarrassing and pathetic and Sebastian should’ve never let it get to this point—he always, always calculates the risk and measures it against the rewards—he never let himself get too close. He knows how to navigate his emotions to not let his dumb and stupid heart get hurt.

He’s had flings, he’s been casual, and he’s never gone in too deep to where he couldn’t find his way out. 

But now, he’s drowning, and it’s all because of one fucking Hunter Clarington. 

Sure, there are worse things in life, but honestly? 

There was nothing more tragic than falling in love with a straight boy.

Read more on AO3

[so-long-soldier28]

very random warbler headcanons

✨ sebastian smythe ✨

- played lacrosse in france and was liked by his teammates, but wasn’t necessarily popular in school

- scandals bar habits came directly from nights in paris

- neither of his parents are homophobic, but he’s heard the horror stories and fears losing his relationship with them

- his maman knows about his late night habits, but doesn’t question him about them. she’s always known he was gay, but he never directly told her. she fears if she brings it up, he’ll clam up 

- still, she looks out for him in ways she can. teaches him how to be safe outside at night, shows him ways to defend himself if he ever has to. sneaks extra condoms in his nightstand drawer

- takes him a while, but eventually realizes his mom knows, but isn’t trying to stop or control him. awkward about it at first - doesn’t go out for some time and definitely doesn’t bring anyone home. but when their relationship doesn’t change, he goes back into his old ways. does make an effort to be safer (and even a bit more open about it), though, for his maman’s sake

- something about the smythes: love preparing for social gatherings; hate social gatherings. their house is always the place to be during the holidays bc it’s huge and gorgeous. mrs. smythe loves decorating for christmas, and all three of them love to cook and bake for it. but then throughout the night, they all just want their company to go home so they can sleep

- both parents taught sebastian to cook and bake, and he has a book of their favorite recipes that he pulls out during late nights at dalton

- charcuterie board connoisseur 🧀🍷

✨ nick duval ✨

- from michigan but at dalton on a scholarship (i read a fic where it was a soccer scholarship, and my brain adopted it)

- childhood best friends with jeff

- not good with directions. can’t really tell left and right apart. on road trips, he’s not the driver, nor the navigator, but a secret third thing (in the backseat, wondering where the nearest rest stop is)

✨ jeff sterling ✨

- second child of four siblings + has a twin sister

- also from michigan, but siblings are scattered all around states (has an older brother in florida, too)

- loves his family, but they have their issues. grateful for nick’s support throughout his life, otherwise he’d be pretty lost

- when nick got accepted to dalton, he begged his parents to go, since most of his siblings were separated anyway. they let him go mostly to have one less child to monitor 

✨ hunter clarington ✨

- doesn’t believe he can be liked, so he settles for being feared

- this works for coaching the warblers, but he quickly learns he’s not accepted nor respected by them

- left out on lima bean study dates and movie nights and other warbler group activities. hurts him, but he doesn’t show it

- canonically: acts out with steroids until the boys plant enough evidence that blaine and sam find out to get him expelled

- noncanonically: after one strenuous practice, he loses his cool and shares his insecurities. very slowly, the boys open up and forgive him, like the did to sebastian after the slushie. eventually, he’s brought into the group as a friend, instead of just being on the outside as a leader

✨ thad hardwood ✨

- always first to forgive

- giant goof that makes everyone smile, even on the worst days

- has a theory that kurt killed pavarotti for blaine’s attention. wes thinks he’s crazy for it

✨ trent nixon ✨

- public school bullying brought him to dalton

- lives closer to cincinnati, ohio. wishes he was in westerville, though. doesn’t feel safe in his hometown

- parents aren’t divorced, but they don’t love each other. very close with his mom, not at all with his dad. has to talk to his dad once a year, though, bc he pays for his schooling. this usually happens around christmas-time. unless his dad drinks too much the night before and forgets

- queer. every so often wonders if he’s bi, but has never been in a relationship with anyone so he doesn’t know. curious about girls, but at the same time, can’t imagine dating one. doesn’t feel a need to figure it out ~ he likes who he likes

- has the biggest crush on blaine. relates to him, wants to protect him, and thinks he’s absolutely adorable

- was the one to kick sebastian out of the group after the slushie. all were mad, but he shouted at him for almost an hour, and even pushed him once

- last to forgive sebastian, but did eventually. also apologized for pushing him. he’d never physically touched anyone like that before and he felt bad since it happened, but not bad enough to apologize right away

✨ david thompson ✨

- aroace

- best friends with wes. they went on a date once, but both decided they were better as friends

- the warblers call them their dads (no one knows about the secret date, but their parent-like protectiveness over the group brought on the gag)

✨ dalton academy ✨

- students are allowed to use the kitchen as long as they keep it clean and know basic safety rules

- there are three fire drills a year. one is during classes, one is at night, and the last is unannounced and random

- lots of begging resulted in the warblers all being put on the same floor. all freshman students and transfers are randomly placed, but going into their sophomore year (or next year up), they can request roommates

- the school’s no-bullying policy extends to having emergency buttons in all of the dorm rooms and hallways, in case anyone ever feels unsafe