I'm Noémie / Naomi (you can pick either one to talk to me), Parisian born and raised !!
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On this blog, a joyous mosaic of Glee, Klaine, Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, Teen Wolf and the cast, Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons references (love me some Jack Frost and some Toothless), Orange is the New Black (how did i survive so long without it) and Criminal Minds (though I don't blog a lot about it - and on occasion, Contemporary Art (especially Space Invader and Banksy, but also exhibits I enjoy !), cooking and more miscellaneous thoughts !
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@framby asked : sooo your kid hates my kid AU + sterek?
“Avenge me, father!”
Stiles looks up from the cutting board like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Joe doesn’t have his dramatic tendencies, usually.
But kudos on the entrance, kiddo.
Joseph runs into the kitchen, sending his backpack flying across the floor and Stiles simply cocks one eyebrow at him before his son goes to pick it up with a properly chastised expression on his face—the same pout than he has, with Lydia’s ferocity as a super extra layer—and exaggeratedly goes to put it in a corner.
Stiles nods with a smile and Joe climbs on one of the kitchen chairs, his little feet tapping a rhythm against the middle bar of it. “What needs avenging?” he prompts, returning his attention to the cauliflower he’s cutting—grown-up Mac’n’cheese for dinner, seems appropriate if his baby boy needs his help.
“I hate Hale.”
Stiles snorts. “As you should, you should aim for Heaven.”
Even with his back turned to him, Stiles can hear his son rolling his eyes at him. “Daaaaad,” he groans, and Stiles raises one hand—accidentally, the one holding the knife—to apologize.
“What’s an Hale?”
your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
This is a birthday present for chatterboxrose
Klaine Bingo : Bachelor Party
Now that they live together, the fact that they do their laundry together leads to more than one “hey this is mine” around the loft.
Kurt ends up with Blaine’s socks—even if Blaine is convinced that it’s not an accident, particularly when he finds a pair he knows he threw away on Kurt’s feet on evening, sewn back to health and hugging Kurt’s tired toes.
As for the rest of their wardrobe, it’s a little bit difficult to explain why Blaine ends up with Kurt’s sweaters while Kurt goes to the gym in Blaine’s sweats.
Full disclosure : they don’t exactly try to explain it in the first place.
But there are some pieces of clothing that are sacred : Blaine’s bow ties—the ones he made himself, at least—, Kurt’s neckerchiefs, Blaine’s Brook Brothers’ plaid shirts and Kurt’s Kooples sweaters.
And, oddly enough, one pair of underwear.