My name is Angie.
You may know me as
gleeddicted
So if you know me, you also know that I like making AUs to this little show called Glee. I have the most amazing followers and friends who are writing little drabbles or whole fanfictions to these little gifsets.I decided to make some kind of masterpost here, where I reblog all of these drabbles, and post links to the stories based on the AUs. This way you can keep up with all the amazing craziness.
people reads the drabbles
VictorianEra!Kurt
“I heard he makes ten thousand pounds a year.”
“Lady Pierce has been claiming he proposed, but he never confirmed.”
“Apparently all the female suitors have been shown the door by his staff.”
because of this sexy pirate blaine by gleeddicted
it’s barely 1,300 words and it’s messy and badly thought out because i’m actually supposed to be studying for an exam tomorrow but how do you not expect me to react to PIRATE BLAINE
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me…”“You can tie me up, drag me aboard, hit me, beat me, enslave me but there is not a day that I won’t fight against you, against your chains and your rules, and there is not a day that I won’t remember that you are all criminals, outlaws, villians and you-”
“Will someone please shut that mousy little girl up?!” one of the pirates – Sebastian, Kurt thought he had heard someone call him - groaned. Kurt narrowed his eyes at him, his eyes twisted into a scowl. Just as he opened his mouth to shoot a retort (just as he had been doing since he had been dragged to the beach along with several other people from the village) Sebastian’s hand went straight to his belt and he unsheathed a long thin sword and pointed it directly at Kurt’s throat. Kurt’s eyes went wide and his mouth snapped shut as he stared at the dirty silver weapon. Sebastian chuckled. “That’s more like it.”
Angie’s Gift List | Nia (crazinaway)
Klaine AU: Blaine and Kurt are both FBI agents. While Kurt works in the office, Blaine is out in the field. When Cooper tells him he needs to take down “The Meerkat”, Blaine asks Kurt to help him.
Blaine starts dating Sebastian, and asks him to come to a fashion show where he’s going to be there, so after that he can take him down. Kurt calls him to make sure he’s going to be safe - because he loves him, even if he’ve never told the other man.
(A/N.: I can totally see Blaine kneeling down at the end of the runaway, pulling out a gun from the feather coat and pointing it at Sebastian.)
Inspired my fanfic what I writed: on AO3
tattoo!Blaine
Angie made me :)
Sorry, no read more so you just have to bear with the long, porny post :)
Pure smut, I guess
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“I love when I get you like this” Kurt says - almost purs, really, as he straddles Blaine on their bed.
His boyfriend is lying on his back, hands tied to the wooden headboard, both his arms straining to free his hands and reach him. His left arm, covered in a flowery pattern to form a sleeve tattoo, is particularly impressive, but Kurt has always known Blaine with it.
(His fascination for it was the motor of their encounter - but that’s a whole other story)
His right arm, on the other hand …
The pattern of stars decorating the soft skin on the back of his bicep is brand new, freshly uncovered and healed.
All his to discover and enjoy.
He really does love when he gets his boyfriend in this position.
Wiggling a little bit - both to assure his balance and to tease Blaine because otherwise, this is all pointless -, Kurt leans over to touch the first stars, the ones closest to Blaine’s elbow.
He knows that Blaine is really sensitive right there, the skin more delicate at this joint tan anywhere else on his arms so he only uses the tips of his fingers, trailing lightly on the little stars arranged as a pattern and following Blaine’s little veins (the ones not as apparent under his skin as others).
When he reaches the muscle, though, Kurt can’t help himself and leans over some more, moving forward to press a kiss into the biggest filled out star - it immediately provokes a reaction : a shiver travels through Blaine’s body, making a very interesting sensation for Kurt.
His mouth doesn’t leave just yet : Kurt opens his mouth and uses the top of his tongue to quickly lick the nearest star, as a kitten would.
This time, it’s not a shiver that goes through Blaine : the moan that escapes his lips seems to have traveled through all of him, from his toes to his mouth and Kurt turns his head just enough to look at him. Cheeks blushed, eyes closed, all of his muscles tensed and at the same time, Kurt has never seen him more relaxed.
“Do you like it ?” he asks teasingly, since he truly doesn’t need Blaine’s answer to know that he’s enjoying all of it - tremendously, if the erection under his ass (through 4 layers of fabric) is anything to go by.
“Kuuuurt” Blaine growls, lifting his hips to gain some more friction.
“Yes love ?” Kurt asks innocently as he presses another wet kiss to the small star practically in Blaine’s armpit.
“You’re the worst” Blaine says with a strained laugh. “But I know I’ll get even” he adds with a devilish smile.
“Oh ?” Kurt says, rolling his hips and drawing another musical moan out of Blaine.
“When you get that bandage off your hip and show me your own tattoo” Blaine says darkly, “I shall return the favor.”
i have a problem
There’s just something about weddings - the theatricality, the promises, the romance of it all - that makes something break within Kurt and has him pushing Blaine up against the wall outside the choir room when Blaine’s fingers brush softly against his back and he asks him to talk in private. Blaine’s lips feel impossibly more perfect against his than they did at Valentine’s Day, as his fingertips sneak up beneath the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to press his thumbs into the tempting dips of Blaine’s hipbones.
Pulling back momentarily, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, Kurt looks down to see the contrast of his pale skin against the olive of Blaine’s, and glimpses something dark next to his thumb. He curls his fingers into Blaine’s shirt and yanks it up to get a closer look, seeing the dandelion with its puff of seeds creeping up from below the waistband of his pants, the seeds on their parachutes metamorphosing into birds flying up towards Blaine’s ribs.
“Tina’s eighteenth,” Blaine explains softly, carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair. “We all got one, her, me, Sam, Brittany and Artie. Tina got this too shall come to pass on her ankle; Brittany got you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter on the back of her shoulder, but wouldn’t tell anyone why; Sam got a tramp stamp, because we dared him and called him chicken until he backed down, his mom nearly killed him; Artie got a lily on the inside of his wrist, they’re his mom’s favourite flower; and I got the dandelion clock and the blackbirds. It’s granting my wish.”
“What did you wish for?” Kurt asks softly, fitting his palm warm and broad over the tattoo and leaning in to slide the tip of his nose along the length of Blaine’s.
“I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true,” Blaine says, his bright eyes as he leans in to kiss Kurt again saying more than words ever could.
Title: I can’t remember when the earth turned slowly - Part 6/6
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Blaine was done with the army. Or, at least he thought he was. He has to go back one more time, leaving his fiancé and daughter behind.
Warnings: No knowledge whatsoever about anything
A/N: Get ready for a massive shitstorm of cliches and angst and bad storytelling. I might write an epilogue too.. I’m not sure yet.Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five
“Kurt? Kurt?” Kurt opened his eyes. Above him was a man who looked suspiciously like Blaine. He had the same messy curls, though they were longer than when Kurt last had seen him. His eyes were exactly the same shade of hazel too. His mind must be playing a cruel trick on him, because it couldn’t be Blaine. It just couldn’t.
“Are you okay?” the hallucination asked, brows creasing just the way Blaine’s used to. “You’re dead,” he mumbled, sitting up. The hallucination smiled softly. “Do I look dead to you?” he asked. Kurt shook his head, getting up off the floor. “How much did I really have to drink last night,” Kurt wondered out loud.
Title: I can’t remember when the earth turned slowly - Part 5/6
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Blaine was done with the army. Or, at least he thought he was. He has to go back one more time, leaving his fiancé and one year old daughter behind.
Warnings: No knowledge whatsoever about anything
A/N: Just to make this clear, this part takes place two years after Blaine left, and a year and a half after the funeral. Aka six months after part 4. And the last part will most likely be up either tonight or tomorrow.Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Kurt shouted in the general direction of the front door as he rushed around the apartment, picking up the things he needed and cleaning up after Claire’s lunch. “Come on honey,” he said to Claire, who was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed.
He slid down, and ran towards her father. “You’re going to have a sleepover with Auntie Rachel,” he said, and she clapped excitedly. Three more rapt knocks rang through the room, and Kurt made an irritated noise. “She can’t even wait for one minute, that one,” he said, making Claire laugh.
Title: I can’t remember when the earth turned slowly - Part 4/?
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Blaine was done with the army. Or, at least he thought he was. He has to go back one more time, leaving his fiance and one year old daughter behind.
Warnings: No knowledge whatsoever about anything
A/N: Errr…Part one | Part two | Part three
Almost a year and a half had passed since Blaine had left for Afghanistan. And a whole year since the funeral. Kurt had gone back to work, made sure Claire was getting to daycare every day, and seemed to be coping fairly well with the assumed death of his fiancé.
He was smiling, laughing even, on a daily basis. He seemed to be doing well. But when he got home, when he went to bed at night after having put his daughter to bed, he had trouble sleeping. He would lay staring at the ceiling for hours before finally falling into a few fitful hours of sleep before he had to get up and do it all over again.
Title: I can’t remember when the earth turned slowly - Part 3/?
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: Blaine was done with the army. Or, at least he thought he was. He has to go back one more time, leaving his fiance and one year old daughter behind.
Warnings: I still know don’t know anything about the army or babies
A/N: It’s 1 am and my writing is horrible tonight… sorryClaire didn’t understand what was happening. She had been woken up by the sounds of Kurt’s crying coming from the hallway. Hearing the distressed noises his father was making, she had immediately followed suit, by starting to cry herself.
His daughters crying had somehow, through the haze of pain surrounding him, gotten through to him. He was pushing himself up and stumbling down the hall towards his daughter’s room.
“I’m sorry for waking you up, honey,” he whispered through the tears still pouring from his eyes. He picked her up from her crib, and started rocking her slowly, until she calmed down again.
