30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day 30 (The End Is Here)
It's over. I hope the rest of you have had fun; I know I have and I can't believe how sad I am to see this month end!
raving_liberal or I will post a "make up" post for those who need to catch up on drabbling, sometime over this holiday weekend. We'll also be making a post about the great graphics that have been made so you can all snag some! Finally, we hope ( Read more... )
raving_liberal or I will post a "make up" post for those who need to catch up on drabbling, sometime over this holiday weekend. We'll also be making a post about the great graphics that have been made so you can all snag some! Finally, we hope ( Read more... )
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“Come on,” Kurt says, hand pulling at the hand clasped in his. “You can do this. He’s really not that scary.”
Puck scowls at him from the corner of his eyes and keeps his face turned toward the Hummel home. The light radiating from the widows catches in his eyes and sends their colour dancing with clarity and brightness. And fear. “Are you nuts? Of course he is!”
Kurt scoffs. “What happened to you being a badass? Doesn’t your irrational fear of one man kind of mess with your image?”
Puck’s fingers tighten their grasp a little, not enough to hurt, and he says, “I think I’m allowed to be a little intimidated, dude.”
“But why?” Kurt’s voice shines with exasperation.
“Because your dad’s like Bowser. He’s one scary dude.”
Little giggles puff from Kurt’s lips as they ascend the front walkway toward his house for their first Friday night dinner as a couple. “Just don’t call me Peach.”
Puck smirks. “Whatever you say, princess.”
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TrustKurt slips out of bed silently and the covers drag over his exposed skin with nary a rasp. The floor is cold on his feet and goosebumps rise on his flesh as his sleep-warm skin meets the early-morning air of the bedroom ( ... )
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Also, after temporarily incapacitating my anxiety in the corner of my bedroom, I am just barely managing to come out of anonymity. You know, as you could probably tell from the fact that this is posted under an actual username. I’ll be back-posting these drabbles for some formatting practice and then moving on to put up some longer, finished pieces I have stored away on my computer. I’m also going to be continuing Day 13’s drabble (‘Here’). I feel reasonably confident in my ability to promise that, though I won’t be posting anything until it’s entirely complete, on the off chance that I get distracted halfway through.
You guys are all so awesome. Thanks for being supportive and bearing with me. <3 ( ... )
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“Really; him?” Blaine asks one day when he runs into them at the mall, playing up the part of the disbelieving ex rather brilliantly. Kurt glances over his shoulder to where Puck is still seated at their table, trying to steal a bite of Kurt’s ice cream but putting the spoon back down sheepishly when he realizes he’s been caught ( ... )
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I think this is one of my favourites out of your drabbles. I love the feel of it.
Puck trying to steal ice cream from Kurt is just adorable and the last 2 lines are so cute.
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So glad you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for all your lovely reviews!
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The second time, he surprises himself with his boldness, pressing Puck against the wall and capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.
By the twentieth time, when he knows just how to fit himself around all of Puck’s angles and Puck’s fingers press reverently against the marks he’d left on Kurt’s hips the previous night, he knows it’s love.
Note: I can't believe how much I have enjoyed taking part in this. Thank you so much raving_liberal and patchfire for putting it together. And thanks to all the other amazing writers who made June such a fabulous month. We're truly lucky to have a community of such talented and committed authors. Yay us! :D
Much love to you all,
L
xxx
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<3
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Adorable!
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