Tag: yes

ian. @breaksheart

         Initially Ian hadn’t been expecting much to come of his shivering. Most of the time when the weather didn’t suit his outfit choice, he dealt with it. Now he could of grabbed a coat on the way out, thought ahead, made a rational choice —– but what did it matter now ?  He was cold, he’d done it to himself, he’d deal.          Except he didn’t get the chance to make such a decision. Before he could settle with the fact that he’d be cold the rest of the night, Blaine was practically demanding he take his jacket. “ Then you’ll be cold. You realize that, right ? Bad survival skills. Ever notice how they say to save your own life before someone elses ?” it was instinct for him to protest in that manner, but that didn’t make either of them stop the ginger from slipping Blaine’s coat over his shoulders.

      Blaine kept watching Ian from the corners of his eyes.  He knew that Ian should’ve grabbed a jacket.  So said the weather forecast and the sudden hit and miss heat of fall settling into Chicago.  One minute it could be hot as heck, the other?  You’d think you were in the tail end of October and about to freeze. The Windy City never failed to live up to it’s namesake.  But he had a cardigan on underneath his coat and a light scarf wrapped around his neck to polish off his put together look.  Honestly, giving one layer over to Ian’s comfort was pretty much embedded into Blaine’s DNA.  Which is why he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he offered it.  A triumphant grin twitched the edges of his lips upwards when he won in the end.  (Like there was any other possible outcome if Blaine was truly insistent about something like someone else’s well being.) “I’m going to be fine.  I promise.  Plus!  It looks good on you.”  Who needed a coat when the heat on your face was making up for the lack of one?

“So.. Are you going to let me buy us coffee?  Now that I know you aren’t going to freeze the whole walk there.”

A note about shipping with me

ventusdraconis:

  • I probably already ship it
  • not that I deliberately start rp’ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

  • I will never pressure you into a ship
  • if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior
  • if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
  • that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
  • ships are usually in their own separate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.
  • if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

dissolvedshadows:

ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine & i can hear you & your partner dancing & singing & the bed moving & you two laughing & talking in hushed tones & it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 & then one day it just stops & one day turns into one week & then months & i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au.

awkward.

     Iris would have liked it there, she probably would have
dragged him to go ice skating. He was horrible at it, even
before he got all tall, and lanky. While Iris was basically
graceful at it. But he did enjoy snowball fights, making snow
angels, and snowmen. So while he did complain a little about
the cold weather, in the end he does enjoy it. There’s someone
he’d like to share that with, but Barry knows that chance was
never going to happen. 

     It’s probably why he both enjoys the winter, and dislikes
it. As he played with his phone, glancing over a text from an
unknown number. Although even without knowing the number,
Barry knew who it was from. Wrinkling his nose, he was contemplating
about responding or not. Barry knows the right answer would
be to ignore it, considering the fact the he was an assistant CSI,
and the other was– completely on the other side of the law. There
are so many reasons why it would be a bad idea, yet as he pursed
his lips the text was still on the screen. He was about to text back–
when a hand covered his phone. 

       “What–” Barry was surprised turned into shock when a pair
of soft lips touched his own. It was a guy, shorter than him, someone
he’s never seen before. Cute too. Like really cute. And for his first
kiss from a guy too, not exactly how he pictured it or who he pictured
it with. 

        It had been short, and sweet– not the worst case of mistaken
identity, right? “Um-!  That’s sweet and all but,” he laughed nervously,
rubbing the back of his neck a little. “I think you got the wrong guy–”

     Both hands reached to clasp Barry’s shoulders and paused just
short of landing shifting mid-swing to cup either side of the taller
man’s jawline. Gently curling his fingers in a feathery caress, Blaine’s
mouth twisted into a playful grin as hazel eyes shot him a
squinty-eyed glare.  “Sure.  The wrong Sebastian. I mean, of course I
did.  Picked the mirror image of the most gorgeous guy on the planet.
I think the world wouldn’t be able to handle two of you existing in it.
I know my heart couldn’t.”

“You’re cute though.  Real cute.  I might even let you stick around for
lunch.”  The bags hanging from the crook of Blaine’s arm bounced off
his hip reminding him that inside of them were several gifts he picked
up for Sebastian as an after Christmas surprise.  One that wasn’t really
a surprise seeing as how he mentioned he was going shopping.  Then
acted far too sweet aka guilty as he snuck out the door refusing to let
his boyfriend join him.  Still?  Curious or not?  What Sebastian was doing
right now was not playing fair.  Those tricks might work other days
depending on the circumstance?  Today, he was going to be called out.

“But after that?  You’re going home and leaving me to finish in peace.
Or I technically do have the receipts,” his nose scrunched in a mock
snottily chiding expression, “and could take all this back if you don’t
behave.”

Dropping the scrunchy face, Blaine shot Barry a beaming smile not
pausing to even let the bewildered looking guy talk until he was done
and carding his fingers through Barry’s trying to give him a forward tug in
time with a backwards step.  “What’s with the look, Seb?  Did you expect
me to go along with this or…?”  Why so confused?  Was he expecting to
be let off the hook?  Nope.  Not today.