welovegleeconfessions:

Sebastian/Blaine will always be a wasted opportunity, to me. There’s a dynamic there that could’ve been great.

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an-alternate-world:

Sebastian and Blaine having a fight
Sebastian running away
Blaine running after him
Sebastian speaking French
Because they’re in France together

I’m cry long time.

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Fanfic - Just a Dream - 1/1

sophisticatedloserchick:

Title: Just a Dream

Summary: The lovely Ari who wanted a fic based off this image (and also with a happy ending) :

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Pairing: Seblaine

Rating: PG

Word Count: 492

It was the perfect day for a wedding.

The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky. A gentle breeze rustled the branches of the trees. The air was sweetly smelled of lilacs and honeysuckle that bloomed nearby. Sebastian could feel the warmth of the early spring day spread through his body.

In the distance Sebastian could see brightly dressed people taking their seats. At the front was a alter decorated with flowers and vines. Men in dark suits and women in rose pink colored dressed stood on either side of the altar representing both of the grooms. Everyone waiting eagerly for the ceremony to begin.

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Seblaine Date Night 

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Seblaine being silly :’)

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Seblaine loving each other ( ・_・)♡

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A year ago today, I finally got to feel your arms around me. But I also got to see you propose to the man you love. But it was okay. Anything to make you happy.
It’s been a year and I’m okay. I hope you are, too.

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Title: A Promise I Make
Artist: Dakota Moon


anisstaranise:

SEBLAINE FIC: You Have My Word

by: anisstaranise

The soft glow of lights hanging from the wires stretched from poles erected at different corners of the yard bathed the makeshift parquet floor covering the manicured grass. A band was playing their song somewhere to the right of Sebastian.

There he was, in the middle of the dance floor, having his first dance with his husband.

Husband.

Sebastian smiled at the thought.

My husband. My Blaine.

Sebastian looked down at Blaine, who was smiling back at him. His eyes were a deep pool of hazel, emanating love- love for him.

Sebastian never thought love could be like this- that he could love like this; so completely, so selflessly. He never once considered love was for him and he thought he was content with the string of faceless one night stands. Until Blaine.

Quite simply, Blaine turned his world upside down. Everything was haywire. And it was spectacular.

Sebastian rested his cheek by Blaine’s temple, swaying to the gentle rhythm of their song.

“Have I ever told you how much I love this song?” Blaine hummed, the words vibrating on Sebastian’s skin. Sebastian smiled, the history behind the song playing in his mind.

*

They had another fight.

“You know you’re the only one, Blaine.” Sebastian had said.

“Do I? How would I know for sure, Sebastian?” Blaine spat.

Sebastian was at loss for words. Words were never a problem for him and yet when it came to Blaine, he never could find the right combination of words to say to express how he really felt. His feelings for Blaine.

“Blaine, I-,” Sebastian tried. But nothing.

“We’re great like this, Sebastian. And I l-love this,” Blaine started to say, hesitating at the word love. “But you’ve never said…” Blaine trailed off.

Sebastian knew what Blaine wanted to say. And he knew what Blaine needed him to say.

Say it”, a voice in his head screamed. “Say it, you feel it, so say it.”

“I have to go.” Blaine’s voice brought Sebastian back from his stupor. Before he could do anything, Blaine had walked out the door.

—-

The cafe was a little crowded. It was Open Mic Night. Why would Sebastian invite him here on an open mic night? Blaine wondered.

It had been two days since their fight. This is what they would usually do; they’d fight, things were said yet the words he needed to hear never uttered and he’d sweep that disappointed feeling under the proverbial rug because he was in love with Sebastian and wasn’t ready to lose him- even if there’s a chance Sebastian didn’t return his feelings.

Blaine took a seat at one of the small two-seater table tucked in the corner and waited for Sebastian. Performers were setting up on stage, sounds of static from the equipment mingled with the murmurs of the cafe’s crowd.

“Hi. Good evening.”

Blaine froze. It was Sebastian’s voice.

Blaine’s eyes traveled to the stage. There he was, Sebastian, handsome in jeans and a polo t-shirt, sitting on the stool with a guitar cradled in his lap.

Sebastian spoke into the mic before him. “Lately I’ve been having problems expressing how I feel. I can’t find my own words, so I decided maybe I could borrow someone else’s words.” Blaine saw Sebastian scan the room, most probably looking for him. And when his green eyes met Blaine’s, Sebastian smiled wide( with a hint of nerves maybe?). Then he said, “Blaine Anderson, this is for you.”

The guitar came to life. Sebastian started to sing.

You’re every breath I take
Oh baby,
Your love rules every move I make
Oh baby,
And I know that you can’t read my mind
And baby, maybe I
Don’t say it as often as I should
But I really want it to be heard
When I say I love you that’s for good
You have my word
That day after day after all
I will always be true
That’s a promise I make to you

The love he felt from Sebastian’s words was overwhelming. Sebastian continues to sing but everything around Blaine seemed fuzzy. Everything seemed a blur.

He loves me, Blaine thought.

Oh my God, he loves me.

Blaine got up and walked towards Sebastian. Blaine vaguely registered that Sebastian had ended his song.

He got on stage. Sebastian looked nervous.

He didn’t stop moving until he was standing before Sebastian.

And Blaine doesn’t remember anything else other than the crash of his lips on Sebastian.

And they hardly ever fight from then on.

*

The song Sebastian sang became their song.

Their guests stood around them at the edge of the dance floor, watching the husbands dance, but to Sebastian, it was just him and Blaine. And their song.

Sebastian pulled Blaine tighter into his chest, his right hand and fingers intertwined with Blaine’s left.

He held Blaine’s gaze. He was so utterly in love with this man in his arms. He was about to profess said love but then…

Then he sang along to the song softly, for Blaine’s ears only.

You take this heart of mine
And make it better
I need you to
Come and walk with me through this life
Forever
And I know these words are long overdue
And baby, maybe I
Don’t say it as often as I should
But I really want it to be heard
When I say I love you that’s for good
You have my word
That day after day after all
I will always be true
That’s a promise I make to you

There was a sound of light tinkling of the champagne glasses coming from the guests. A request for the happy couple to kiss.

“I think they want me to kiss you Mr. Anderson-Smythe,” Blaine uttered cheekily.

“Then I think we should oblige, my Mr. Anderson-Smythe.”

And they kiss, laden with promises of love, respect and forever.

—end—

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading. I wrote this in honour of the Seblaine Hug anniversary for my fellow Seblaine lovers. Our boys deserve the world.


Seblaine Hug Anniversary

anisstaranise:

Hi fellow Seblaine lovers.

In honour of the Seblaine Hug anniversary, I wrote a little drabble, entitled “You Have My Word”. I hope you all like it.

Our boys deserve the world.

fic: Rain On My Shoes (oneshot)

characters/pairings: Sebastian/Blaine, brief mention of Kurt/Blaine

summary: Sebastian and Blaine have been fighting for a long time, and neither really know how to fix things. 

rating: pg / word count: 1591

author’s notes: idk what this is, but it’s based on the quote below. title taken from But I Do Love You by Leann Rimes.

links: ff.net I ao3

I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.

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TGV