alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them .
Δ = playing with their hair .
❤ = kissing them .
₪ =
asking them out for dinner .
☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) .
♘ = stabbing them .
♕ = bowing down before them .
♒ = lying to them .
✿ = buying them flowers .
☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story .
☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm .
✎ = speaking in a different language .
✏ = teaching them a different language .
▄ = telling them a joke .
♬ = singing to them .
☹ = insulting a loved one .
ஐ = slapping them .
✂ = threatening them .
❃ = dancing with them .
▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮
= waking them up after a nightmare .
♣ = discovering them crying .
回 = patching a wound .
✮ = stargazing .
▓ = caught stealing their belongings .
☽ = wandering alone at night .
♡ = complimenting them .
≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .
☢ = falling over .
✦ = being well-dressed .
❂ = wiping blood off their face .
◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .
⇕ = holding their hand .
↱ = being lost with them .
☠ = pushing them against a wall .
Lift your head up high. And scream out to the world! I know I am someone! And let the truth unfurl. No one can hurt you now. Because you know what’s true.
“Well, hello, you.” Insert highly suspicious stare and oh reallllly pout here. “Your squishy, huh? I think someone got a little too ‘happy’ at Happy Hour tonight. And I think that someone’s name is Barry Allen.”
He was calmer now, the worry, and fear he felt had subsided for the moment. Barry could focus all day on the negative, on the fear, on what could have happened. And that would be a wasted day. Right now if anything, he should very much focus on the thing before him. Blaine breathing, happy, and in one piece. His heart beating, and the warmth of his skin against his own lips. Hold him close, and offering a smile in return. The action had been tender, simple, but he still hoped that Blaine could feel, understand in that one gesture how Barry felt about him. It was moments like these that he liked going at a much slower pace, rather than rushing through them. There’s a bubble of laughter pushing through his lips, arms moving to warp themselves around a familiar waist. Settling there, and pulling him as close he could given the space they had. “Oh no,” he uttered dramatically, with the slightest pout on his lips, “That’s not exactly fair, what ever shall I do? How am I going to escape?” Although that was the last thing on his mind.
Blaine felt a swell of triumph fill his heart when he watched Barry begin to relax and some of the worry and fear faded. He was so sorry for being the reason it was there. Another apology was on the tip of his tongue but never saw the light of day. Why ruin the slow curve of the moment towards a brighter and lighter mood by reminding him? Barry knew he was sorry. –Let it go. Let us both forget.– Laughing softly after forcing the last notion of I’m sorry’s out of the way–Blaine quickly shrugged. “I don’t know,” he hummed, “I guess you can just,” their foreheads met and Barry was less than an inch away from the most mischievous grin and set of squinted eyes that Blaine could manage. And in his rush to make things okay again? His mischief game was currently at it’s strongest. “Deal with it. Because I can hang on pretty tight if I want to. Like a super determined ball of lint that you can’t shake off no matter how hard you try.” Hang on. Did he just compare himself to a ball of lint? What–was–that–even? Still..the comparison was pretty spot on. But–lint–Really? “See,” he touched the tip of Barry’s nose with the tip of his and his ankles crossed together behind Barry’s back, his right hand grabbed his left wrist and tightly locked it in place. Barry–officially–had a Cling On Blaine. “Not going anywhere.”
“Blaine,” Elliott’s voice sounded oddly small as he watched his friend struggle to find the words he needed – he felt small too, throat closed up and expression sad. He just wanted to help, but he had to make Blaine see the truth, he couldn’t let this carry on and ruin two of his best friends like this. It just wasn’t fair on them both.
He rose to his feet, for once wearing flats which put him at a smaller height then usual – not that 6′2 was particularly small however. “Come here,” He held a arm out for a hug instead, edging around the table to wrap it around Blaine’s shoulders. Hugs fixed a lot of trauma; or at least they made Elliott feel better when he got bad news, so he hoped Blaine felt the same way about them.
Closing himself off by wrapping his arms protectively around his chest–Blaine carefully watched Elliott. Wary hazel eyes followed the taller man’s every moment like one wrong move would send him out the door away from carrying on this talk any further. He needed out of it before the weight of his situation–that was already so heavy it slouched his shoulders and made him seem even smaller than Elliott’s full height–crushed him completely. What he didn’t expect–and why didn’t he because Elliott was the Zen Master of Hugs–was an arm wrapping around his shoulders. He froze for a second trying to swallow past the rock that formed from feeling someone this close to him making the subject he was planning on pretending he forgot the second he walked outside even more real.
When did he stop being someone that immediately hugged back–always? Not wanting to think about that–or think period–he gave up trying to make his throat feel less like it was cracking because it wouldn’t stop and both of his arms wrapped around Elliott’s middle. Stepping into the hug–that hold tightened in time with Blaine’s forehead thunking heavily against Elliott’s chest. Breathing in the space between them–he shook his head not knowing what to say and hoped Elliott would fill the silence with some sage-like wisdom, a solution, a reluctant realization that he was wrong that would make this go away and take away the knowing that he wasn’t. Blaine would even take a dumb Dad joke if it made a sound and broke up the only noise there was–his sharp inhales through his nose as he tried to keep himself from crumbling.
Kurt nodded a little, swallowing thickly and pursing his lips. He’s almost positive that being left alone would be easier. Almost. “Okay.” Ginger ale didn’t sound bad at least. Kurt doesn’t drag his feet moving to the bed, sighing a little when he settled on it with his back propped up with a pillow between him and the wall. He’s still for a moment before drawing his knees up towards his chest. He tries to get comfortable, but it’s not as easy as it seems in concept.
“Be right back.” It took him a few minutes to grab some change, jog through the dorm to the vending machines and grab a package of crackers and ginger ale. When he returned–his cheeks were a shade of pink and he was breathing a bit fast–a huge hint that his jog was more of a run once he was out of sight–but he walked close to the bed and sat them on Kurt’s nightstand. “Hey,” he spoke softly taking a step or two backwards so he didn’t crowd him in. “There you go. Try those out. It should help a little. I–um–can go bug Jeff and Nick if you want to get some sleep.”
Dave smiled to himself, glad to have Blaine coming over for the night. If there was one thing that he enjoyed, it was spending time with Blaine, even more so, being able to spend the night with Blaine. He waited a moment, not wanting to look dumb by automatically contacting the other, before hitting Blaine’s number. He listened to it ring as he waited for Blaine to answer. He held his breath. For some reason, he was always really excited to hear the other speaking to him. Maybe he was a little two dependent on the idea of the two of them, maybe it excited him way too much. As the line picked up, he perked up. “Hey Blaine,” he beamed, despite knowing the other couldn’t actually see him.
Blaine drove down the highway towards the small length of road lined in tall trees and tiny roadside pull offs that separated him from Lima. Making this drive–for whatever reason he couldn’t say no to and there were few–
since he returned from New York City
was always bittersweet. Twists and turns of road became memories of times where this drive felt like an agonizing eternity between him and his reason for being on it in the first place. And remembering that time hurt. That was–until Dave. Dave made making the drive become a thrill again–a different kind that years molded it into–but one that made Blaine’s happy grin impossible to erase and the tune on the radio sang to rather than shut off to complete silence. Dave brought the stars back into a line of pavement dark with could haves and should haves and made it alive with wills and i can’t waits. A press to the screen brought the sound of Dave’s voice into the car. “Dave? Hey!” Blaine’s excited voice greeted his boyfriend. He was beaming, too. “I’m about thirty minutes out give or take. What are you up to?”
Be helpful. When you see a person without a smile, give them yours.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) See now I need to go back and review our text messages. I have to study the big hint you apparently dropped. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) It was my evil mission, didn’t you know? That was my plan. Someone told me I should start one, or rather, someone inspired me to start one 😉 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Mhmm, I did challenge it. Our place, twenty minutes, our bed. Meet me there.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) It’s like a George Lucas Easter Egg hunt. Give it a try! I’ll tell you how warm or cold you’re getting if you think you’re close. 😛 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) What have I told you about sex riots? You’re only supposed to start them when we have this place to ourselves. Not on a subway car. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Which we do. So get those feet of yours moving faster. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Oh. Wait. Different kind of sex riot on my mind. Sorry. And, hey, Kurt? I already beat you there. 😉
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