hey neighbor ; seblaine

blainesebastian:

andercriss prompted: blaine moves in next door and sebastian (his neighbor) helps him move in and while carrying one of blaine’s boxes he drops it accidentally and out spills a pile of sex toys and i wanna see how blaine reacts all red and embarrassed
notes: just to be clear, while kurt and blaine may have dated blaine has never met sebastian before prior to this
words: 3,185

Blaine has always wanted to live in Boston. He used to have grandparents who had a small house on the North End, just big enough for his tiny grandmother and grandfather who had a large selection of pattered bowties. He used to visit in the summer, before his grandma got sick—she’d take him along the Boston Harbor to watch seagulls (and sometimes feed them) or get him a pastry as big as his arm at Mike’s Pastry shop. He’d used to wander in Quincy Square with his grandpa, when the day was waning into night and the air smelled like rain.

Every summer, like clockwork, he’d let the city even more into his heart.

Bean town, Fenway Park, a Dunkin Doughnuts on nearly every corner that carried his favorite hazelnut coffee. The skyline and the beautiful Zakim Bridge, the steel cables reminding him of the chords of a guitar, strumming gently while being plucked, ricocheting against the tubes of his heart.

He breathes this city. He knew from a very small age that he had wanted to live here.

And he’s finally getting the chance.

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blainesebastian:

summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe. notes: Thanks to everyone who clicked on this and gave it a chance, hope you enjoyed it all and this final part :3 hopefully I’ll be able to write longer seblaine fics in the future! *attack cuddles*  Part three of three. (Part one and two)
Blaine takes slow steps as he finds his way to Kurt’s dorm room, rubbing at his wrist in habit until his skin is red raw as he stands in front of his door. He has no idea what he can even say to him to make this okay but he knows he has to do it this time, there’s no going back.
He knows how this conversation is going to go, knows that Kurt is either going to scream until he’s red in the face or break down and cry. He knows it doesn’t make sense, why do this if they’re going to end up together anyways? Wasn’t this soulmate thing supposed to be simple? But Blaine can’t find it in himself to do it anymore, it’s like he craves feeling complicated, because he feels more whole like that then he does any other way. He doesn’t want to lie to Kurt anymore, or himself.
He knows Kurt is going to tell him that he’s being ridiculous, that he’s caught up in a whirlwind of Sebastian’s charm or self-doubt. That with this red string of fate it’s black and white, that there isn’t time for new uncertainties. That being with him should assure him.
But that’s where Kurt’s wrong. There’s time for a hundred indecisions, for a million visions and revisions.  
Sebastian makes him feel like he has that time. Like he can make mistakes and cause coincidences and accidents and have it somehow lace together and still mean something. It’s just taken him a little longer to realize.
It’s Sebastian that tears down his walls and shakes him awake, it’s Sebastian that shows him his insecurities and things that he can’t have enough of. He makes him realize things about himself that he hadn’t recognized or given a name.
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blainesebastian:

summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe.
notes: Thanks to everyone who clicked on this and gave it a chance, hope you enjoyed it all and this final part :3 hopefully I’ll be able to write longer seblaine fics in the future! *attack cuddles* 

Part three of three. (Part one and two)

Blaine takes slow steps as he finds his way to Kurt’s dorm room, rubbing at his wrist in habit until his skin is red raw as he stands in front of his door. He has no idea what he can even say to him to make this okay but he knows he has to do it this time, there’s no going back.

He knows how this conversation is going to go, knows that Kurt is either going to scream until he’s red in the face or break down and cry. He knows it doesn’t make sense, why do this if they’re going to end up together anyways? Wasn’t this soulmate thing supposed to be simple? But Blaine can’t find it in himself to do it anymore, it’s like he craves feeling complicated, because he feels more whole like that then he does any other way. He doesn’t want to lie to Kurt anymore, or himself.

He knows Kurt is going to tell him that he’s being ridiculous, that he’s caught up in a whirlwind of Sebastian’s charm or self-doubt. That with this red string of fate it’s black and white, that there isn’t time for new uncertainties. That being with him should assure him.

But that’s where Kurt’s wrong. There’s time for a hundred indecisions, for a million visions and revisions. 

Sebastian makes him feel like he has that time. Like he can make mistakes and cause coincidences and accidents and have it somehow lace together and still mean something. It’s just taken him a little longer to realize.

It’s Sebastian that tears down his walls and shakes him awake, it’s Sebastian that shows him his insecurities and things that he can’t have enough of. He makes him realize things about himself that he hadn’t recognized or given a name.

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blainesebastian:

summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe. notes: Thanks to sophisticatedloserchick who gave me a soulmate quote that inspired parts in this chapter and really helped me think about the difference between what a soulmate can be and what they sometimes simply are. Part two of three. (Part one is here)
Kurt avoids him for weeks, leaving them in this limbo that makes him feel sort of helpless, regardless of what his wrist says. It’s probably a good thing they’re on winter break, Blaine doesn’t have to worry about running into him in the halls or trying to come up with a schedule where one of them is in the dorm room while the other is not, avoiding eye contact during Warblers practice…but the problem is that they don’t try and resolve anything before heading back to school.
And Blaine thought they would have at least talked to one another before then.
But there’s nothing. They head back to school in even worse shape. The red string between them feels frayed, chopped up, tied back together in places where they’ve snapped apart from one another. The string will never be pristine again, it’ll never feel or be like it was.
A coffee is set down in front of him and he looks up to see Sebastian, a breath of fresh air into his lungs as his eyes travel over his long and lanky form. His blazer isn’t buttoned at his waist, it hangs loosely on his shoulders as he sits across from him and Blaine can catch hints of his skin and strong, expensive cologne that settles into his stomach like a punch to his gut.
“You look awful and for as many compliments as I like to give you,” Sebastian shakes his head. “That’s saying something. What’s wrong?”
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blainesebastian:

summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe.
notes: Thanks to sophisticatedloserchick who gave me a soulmate quote that inspired parts in this chapter and really helped me think about the difference between what a soulmate can be and what they sometimes simply are.

Part two of three. (Part one is here)

Kurt avoids him for weeks, leaving them in this limbo that makes him feel sort of helpless, regardless of what his wrist says. It’s probably a good thing they’re on winter break, Blaine doesn’t have to worry about running into him in the halls or trying to come up with a schedule where one of them is in the dorm room while the other is not, avoiding eye contact during Warblers practice…but the problem is that they don’t try and resolve anything before heading back to school.

And Blaine thought they would have at least talked to one another before then.

But there’s nothing. They head back to school in even worse shape. The red string between them feels frayed, chopped up, tied back together in places where they’ve snapped apart from one another. The string will never be pristine again, it’ll never feel or be like it was.

A coffee is set down in front of him and he looks up to see Sebastian, a breath of fresh air into his lungs as his eyes travel over his long and lanky form. His blazer isn’t buttoned at his waist, it hangs loosely on his shoulders as he sits across from him and Blaine can catch hints of his skin and strong, expensive cologne that settles into his stomach like a punch to his gut.

“You look awful and for as many compliments as I like to give you,” Sebastian shakes his head. “That’s saying something. What’s wrong?”

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blainesebastian:

firsova prompted: “I just want soulmates!seblaine so badly and you haven’t write something like that as I remember. bless you *з*”summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe. notes: Kurt and Blaine never transfer to McKinley, this is just Dalton based. Part one of three. 
As long as he can remember, he’s known about a certain order pertaining to life. That his parents taught him and their parents taught them before that and so on and so forth, working up and down the family tree through the branches until the very source. His mother sat him down when he was young, perched him on her lap, ran her long fingers over the inside of his wrist and rocked him as she spoke.
She smelled like sunflowers and felt like pure sunshine, a warmth that bores still in his skin.
“When you turn sixteen,” She said, brushing her lips over his forehead. “A name will appear right here.” She presses the tree of blue veins on his wrist. “And that’s who you’re destined to be with. They’re your soulmate.”
Blaine remembers frowning, pulling at his mother’s sleeve to look at her wrist, his father’s name etched into skin. “But how?”
“The universe just knows. Knows who you are and who you’re not and that everyone belongs to someone.” She taps her finger against his button nose.
“But what if they don’t like bowties…or sketti like I do?” His fingers move to touch the tie around his neck. It’s his grandfather’s, too big, hangs loosely and skewed to the side no matter how many times he fixes it.
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blainesebastian:

firsova prompted: “I just want soulmates!seblaine so badly and you haven’t write something like that as I remember. bless you *з*”
summary: Ever since he was little, Blaine’s heard the story about your soulmate’s name being written on your wrist. At sixteen, Kurt Hummel appears on his skin, and yet he can’t seem to shake the attraction and connection he has to one Sebastian Smythe.
notes: Kurt and Blaine never transfer to McKinley, this is just Dalton based.

Part one of three.

As long as he can remember, he’s known about a certain order pertaining to life. That his parents taught him and their parents taught them before that and so on and so forth, working up and down the family tree through the branches until the very source. His mother sat him down when he was young, perched him on her lap, ran her long fingers over the inside of his wrist and rocked him as she spoke.

She smelled like sunflowers and felt like pure sunshine, a warmth that bores still in his skin.

“When you turn sixteen,” She said, brushing her lips over his forehead. “A name will appear right here.” She presses the tree of blue veins on his wrist. “And that’s who you’re destined to be with. They’re your soulmate.”

Blaine remembers frowning, pulling at his mother’s sleeve to look at her wrist, his father’s name etched into skin. “But how?”

“The universe just knows. Knows who you are and who you’re not and that everyone belongs to someone.” She taps her finger against his button nose.

“But what if they don’t like bowties…or sketti like I do?” His fingers move to touch the tie around his neck. It’s his grandfather’s, too big, hangs loosely and skewed to the side no matter how many times he fixes it.

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breathe smoke into my veins

blainesebastian:

anon prompted: “more badboy blaine, please?” continuation of this, but weeks or so later. warning for shotgunning. klaine friendship (if you can call it that).
you can also read it on AO3 or FF.net
words: 4,679

Blaine really wasn’t used to anything that wasn’t fast paced. He didn’t do things that took a lot of time, getting drunk or high or going to a party, driving too fast, relationships (if you could call them that) were based on how long it took a person to get undressed and into his bed.

He didn’t like slow. Because slow usually meant boring.

Until he met Sebastian Smythe.

The kid was new. And he was shy. And he had legs that stretched on forever and he was convinced that he’d eventually (eventually) get those long legs to wrap around his waist. Ever since he had cleaned him up from a slushie thanks to the school’s ‘most likely to lose brain cells by walking’ brigade, they had grown closer.

Or well, closer as in Blaine wouldn’t leave him alone—but semantics.

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crissgust asked:
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

blainesebastian:

yes good okay (this has a nsfw image attached in the fic so don’t read at work angels…lol i’m at work writing this dear god) i tweaked the quote just slightly. also NC-17 obviously
words: 748

Blaine’s not the impatient type.

Really, he’s not.

He’s always been rather calm when it comes to situations involving high stress, it’s one of the many reasons that he was crowned the lead of the Warblers and new Rachel. He’s very calculated but he involves his heart too, he’s passionate and organized and he knows that being stressed or freaking out because something isn’t going his way will not help things in the slightest.

He’s always been a patient person.

Until he starts dating Sebastian fucking Smythe.

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white carnations

blainesebastian:

for crisswier who prompted: can I prompt sebastian coming to Blaine’s dressing room the night of Blaine’s opening broadway performance please
of course you can! i turned this idea into a one shot, so technically your request comes at the end to tie everything together :3 i hope you like it!
words: 1,760

When Blaine gets the role of Tony, he’s ecstatic and touched. It’s the first time since Dalton that he really feels like he belongs at McKinley, that he feels recognized and praised for his talent. Kurt says he’s happy for him, but there’s something in his smile that doesn’t feel right, that feels betrayed.

And he’s at a loss because he’s not sure if he’s done something wrong or if Kurt might actually be jealous. Even though there’s nothing to be jealous over. There will be more performances, these three nights as Tony will not make or break his chances of getting into NYADA and honestly, as much as he loves Rachel, the practice stage kisses are really throwing him off his game. Too many memories stirring up of a night of too much alcohol and fizzy pink drinks that tickle his nose and rest warmly in his belly.

He’s through one practice before he realizes that Kurt is jealous and he guesses he understands, really, it sounds like he’s bragging but sometimes stuff does just get handed to him.

He’s willing to give it up, for Kurt, because he loves him. Because it’s just a stage and he can dance and sing on a hundred others when the right time comes.

Blaine loves Kurt but sometimes Kurt makes him feel like he should have to give things up to make everything fair. Even when the world isn’t like that and it never will be.

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andercriss asked:
"can i prompt sebastian + nightbird uwu"

blainesebastian:

my fiRST prompt from you heart eyes tbh. thanks to suzey for support :3  seblaine!boyfriends, refers to episode ‘Trio’
words: fucking ridiculous it’s a one-shot, 1,373

Sebastian can honestly say, even with his years dedicated to ending up at Scandals with a guy or two wrapped around his lower waist (him straddling their thighs, really he’s not picky), that he’s never ended up at the hospital for any sort of injury in the middle of the night.

He broke his ankle once when he was little from trying to skid down a long hill covered with snow with a makeshift sled out of a flat board and jump rope. He’ll never forget the maid sprinting out of the house, yelling at him in broken French and his father calling him from his job in New York to stop getting himself into trouble or he’d lose out on his trust fund when he turned eighteen. He hasn’t ridden that sled since, though he can’t say he’s exactly been behaving according to his father’s wishes.

Ever since he started Blaine, however, his father would probably be more proud of him than he has in the past. Having a boyfriend means no weekly trips to Scandals, it means coming home to his own bed at night and attending class in the morning like he actually gives a shit. Blaine may be a senior at the sewer-breathing McKinley that is somehow deemed an actual high school…but his infectious attitude towards school and studying and appreciating the people he sees every day between it’s walls rubs off on him sometimes.

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rrrumbleroar asked:
"uhhhhh renaissance fair and/or medieval times seblaine pleaseeeeeee"

blainesebastian:

blaine is a prince, sebastian is a kitchen servant auauauau (laughing I took a lot of inspiration from reign okay)
words: 941

Blaine quickly turns down the hall, trying to avoid his royal advisors. He knows that he has responsibilities, that his father is sick and that it’s not much time before his title goes from Prince to King but…but he’s not ready. Royals don’t get the pleasure of time being on their side, they don’t get the assurance that they can make their own decisions, that he can wait and decide for his own future and assure himself that he’ll even be a good King before he takes the position.

He has all the luxuries in the world except that one.

He just needs some space, some time to breathe—to feel like the fabric of his fine leather pants and the silk of his shirt isn’t choking him; that he can make decisions and has some control over his own life even for just a moment.

He bumps into a few of his mother’s ladies, the girls giggling as they curtsy at him and allow him to pass. He glances up at a doorway and pushes with his shoulder, knocking into someone with a load of flour in his arms.

The tall and lankish boy scrambles as he recognizes who he is, drops the flour, it goes everywhere, blanketing like white snow pillows against their clothes and skin.

The servant coughs, waves his arm, his eyes wide. “Prince Blaine, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that was you. The royal family doesn’t make many trips to the…kitchen…” He frowns, realizes he’s talking too much out of turn but Blaine shakes his head, takes a step forward.

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Pieces of Tradition

blainesebastian:

seblaine fic based off this gifset and quote from last night’s episode: When I was with the Warblers, sneaking onto the stage the night before a competition was tradition. There were other traditions I can’t really speak about.”
Dalton AU, Blaine goes back to attend Dalton after Kurt leaves for New York
words: 2,382

It’s late when he feels a hand snake down his side, fingers dipping under his shirt before lowering to slide between his legs. A soft smile and what he hopes is an irritated sounding noise leaves his lips as he tries to shuffle away. It’s Sebastian, of course, for some reason this is one of the many ways he tries to wake him up.

Or well, he gets the reason quite perfectly, but as his eyes flutter open and he looks at the clock on his nightstand the red numbers burn 2:40 AM into his retinas and no, no, he’s not interested in a 3 AM blowjob in the slightest.

“No,” He grumbles. “Come on Seb, lemme sleep. We have a competition tomorrow.”

“Did your time at McKinley ruin your hair and your memory?” Sebastian’s voice is soft and soothing in his ear, sending shivers down his spine and forcing his legs to squeeze the hand that’s resting hintingly close to his crotch.

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