twentysomething

Title: Oh Bury Me In Your Quiet Love

Fandom: Bandom, P!ATD

Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, Dallon/Breezy, Pete/Patrick, Jon/Ryan

Summary: "Two days of extremely unsuccessful interviews later, Spencer's ready to call it quits, but the next day, Ian comes in. They can see his Star Wars shirt through his button down and they hire him immediately."

Length: 4000 wordsish WHY

Warnings: RAINBOW TRANSFORMER LEVELS OF SUNSHINE SPARKLE MOTION GAYNESS.

Notes: So I started joking around with merelyn about a sequel to the Coffee Shop AU and then I realized I'd written it. And it was about twice as long as the original and I was like FUCK MY ENTIRE LIFE NOTHING EVEN HAPPENS. But if you- like us- like stupid domestic shenanigans and saccharine homosexual cooking romance, enjoy.



( Brendon sighs, dreamily. )

Title: Like A Girl Changes Clothes

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine (Liesl/Blair)

Summary: "Of course, when they get to Glee, Mr. Schue is talking crazy talk about something and the girls and guys are split up again. Liesl thinks half the reason they're always scrambling for a set list is because Mr. Schue is incapable of making good decisions, as evidenced by his marriage. Rachel is blathering something about their Sectionals competition and Liesl isn't paying any attention until she hears the words "spies" and oh my god, they'll be laughed out of the state if they let Rachel get within 10 miles of Dalton Academy for Girls."

Length: 2800 wordsish.

Warnings: GENDERSWAP THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW I'M SERIOUS ABOUT A PAIRING YEAH DOG

Notes: I CAN'T BE STOPPED I'M SORRY. I actually wrote this ages ago, and I was sort of meh about it, but eh, to life. merelyn was totally at fault for this one, and if you were wondering about our lady versions of Kurt and Blaine, well- Liesl and Blair. (And yes, that was totally on purpose. And yes, I renamed Kurt "Liesl". Once more, blame Mer.)


( Liesl Hummel likes to think of herself as peerless. )

Title: Can't Tell You What I Learned; I Could Tell You A Story or Two

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Summary: "The whole thing would be a lot more unbearable if his TA wasn't absolutely gorgeous.

As it is, Professor Schuester and his collection of extremely ill-advised vests pontificate earnestly about Gregorian chants and Kurt watches Blaine out of the corner of his eye."

Length: 2200 wordsish.

Warnings: COLLEGE AU YEAH WHAT AM I EVEN WRITING ANY MORE

Notes: So, I was trawling delicious, looking for fic, because I live bad, and I thought I saw one where Kurt was a student and Blaine was a professor and I was like "wtf" but I clicked so fast my finger hurt. It was, in fact, not that at all, but then I was like "oh, what action am I viciously weak to?" and then I wrote a fic where Kurt is in college and Blaine is his TA and yeah, I did that. (And yes, astute observer, that title is from Asher Roth's "I Love College".)



( Kurt's majoring in Fashion Merchandising, but he's minoring in Music, because once he gets the stupid theory classes out of the way, it's a bunch of performance As from Professor Holliday. )

Title: Your Laugh Is The Best Sound

Fandom: Glee

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Summary: "The worst thing about it, is that you know, the piano, guitar- those are normal swooning instruments. The piano is about passion and skill- precision. The guitar is sexy- it's like cradling a body and making music come out of it- it doesn't really get sexier than that.

But Blaine is playing a ukulele and Kurt's heart is still melted like a Peep in the microwave. "

Length: 730 wordsish.

Warnings: RAINBOW COLORED VOMIT: AS merelyn SAID, "EVERYTHING IS GAY AND NOTHING HURTS"

Notes: So, this morning, as I was hungover as fuck from doing anthropology (that's really not a metaphor), prettybird sent me this scan from the upcoming Entertainment Weekly with the boys on the cover. Naturally, my heart exploded in a shower of baby bunnies eating dandelions and shit, and I wrote this in a haze of insanity. (Notably, this is my third fic named after a Taylor Swift song. Jesus Fucking Christ.)

( Kurt supposes it's a cliche. )