aConcept™: you and your partner make a pinterest board and each pins something after the other until you’ve reached a certain number (be it 20, 30, idk). at that, you stop and make up a plot/au from the things you two gathered.
p.s.: you can’t/shouldn’t discuss your ideas before you reach that number though, or it kinda kills the purpose behind it. the more pins you manage to include or base the plot/au out of the better !!
Barry was a mess, not a horrible one, he wasn’t unhappy, depressed, no feeling that familiar twinge of guilt and remorse. He was a happy sort of mess. Carefree, and joyful. He’s laughing without a care, and when was the last time he managed to do that? Perhaps before Zoom. Since then it had been difficult, and he knew it caused his lover to worry. Yet here they were, together, with Barry being ridiculous and somehow managing to not fall over his own long limbs. Blaine was being the responsible one, mostly. “W-well, I’m being really nice, I could have said like a thousand kisses! And then you’ll never be able to stop kissing me,but yeah I guess you can pace yourself, I like your kisses.” he uttered with a slight huff. See? Super nice of him! Where he a little more coherent, he’d probably drag his boyfriend away from here, and kiss him. Not stop kissing him till they were back home, and even then more kisses would follow. Accompanied with more– fun actives. But he’s not that coherent right, running and being drunk would not go well for the speedster he knew that much. Despite the innocent kisses, his cheeks flushed more, no longer red from just the alcohol as he blushed. “Um…” he cleared his throat, they just felt intimate. “I think, I think they count– but I should return the favor.” And so he did, but he’s a little tricky too. Bringing Blaine’s hand to his lips, kissing the finger tips, till his smirked. Playfully licking at them, slipping his pointer finger into his mouth. While he might drunk, he was still Barry, and Barry could be a little mean.
Seeing Barry so content with the world around him made Blaine utterly thrilled. There was no weight of the universe behind his eyes that he often glimpsed when Barry let his guard down and didn’t realize he was letting it slip. There was no distance between them that Blaine couldn’t help feeling when he saw walls built up from secrets and stories about his horrible days seeing the worst of people that he couldn’t come home and talk to him about. Unless it was in vague enough terms that he wasn’t breaking the law by doing so. The support systems that Blaine wanted, desperately, to give him were only pieces that he begged, when he was alone, were enough weren’t really needed here tonight. They were safe, together and happy. As drunk as his boyfriend was, he didn’t mind. Not when he could manage them both by keeping himself on the sober side of buzzed so he could lasso him in if he had to. Or laugh along with him as their bodies moved together on the dance floor. Even when Barry teased him as playfully as he did, all Blaine gave was a lighthearted roll of his eyes before smirking and pulling both of their hands out of range of Barry’s mouth. Speaking of lassoing in. “Okay, okay. Slow down, Mister. I don’t this sober you would be jumping the ‘I’m going to suck on your fingers in public” line. Maybe. Probably.” Okay so Barry might but if they were going to go anywhere close to suggestive besides dancing and the kiss that Blaine was on his toes to give just now? Then he wanted Barry more sober than he currently was. Not that it didn’t feel good. Barry knew Blaine’s weakness when it came to that. The devilish man was playing a wicked hand. Blaine just had to trump him a bit higher. His finger that’d been in Barry’s mouth was still tingling when he ran the edge of it along a pale temple tracing the freckles he could find there. “Having fun?”
“Higher! Is it possible your hair gel is actually weighing you down?”
“No. I don’t think that’s possible,” he was pretty sure he managed to sweat it off anyway. Breathing was beyond burning and he wasn’t sure if he could feel his lungs anymore. But if he managed to make it through Sue’s utterly ridiculously insane work out, he could survive a freaking dance class. Maybe. “Even if it was..it’s not an excuse right? I’m sorry, Miss July. I’ll try harder..” All he had to do was get his head back in the game and stop thinking of the world outside this studio.
text — blaine ; Me, tooo. text — blaine ; I’m glad we’re in agreement. 😊 text — blaine ; Even though you’re definitely going to have to catch up before I see you. 😒 text — blaine ; Ask away.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) We are, definitely, in agreement. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I know I’m probably crossing every line that exists.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Or maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment but.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) When you say ‘friends with benefits’? Do you mean, you know..?
The drive had been relatively easy, with the address tapped into the GPS – Dave had made it in pretty good time. He’d hope that he wouldn’t be too late getting there, mostly because he didn’t want to make Blaine wait too long. Getting into the house was another matter entirely. The place looked massive from the outside, it made him wonder just how big it’d be on the inside, or if it’d look smaller – a TARDIS like situation.
It hadn’t taken all that long to figure out where Blaine was, mostly because he could hear music – from a piano, filtering through the main foyer. He’d followed the music into the next room and his shoulder settled against the door fame, watching Blaine with adoring eyes, more than happy to stand there and listen to him play. His attention was caught when Blaine spoke and he stepped into the room a little more. Hands pushed into his pockets and he hummed quietly. “Just a few minutes, not too long.” A little smile tugged the corner of his lips upward and he hummed, leaning against the piano. “That was good. What I heard, anyway.”
Bewilderment caused Blaine’s features soften, his smile light as he watched Dave approach the piano. Maybe Dave was indulging him by listen to the music, knowing how important it was for him to start playing again, but he seemed to enjoy what he heard and the smile that lit up Dave’s entire face warmed Blaine from the inside out. “You know.. We should go back to Scandals again soon. Karaoke night. Sing a little. I’d like that. Since I haven’t drug you there for it yet and I heard there is one…” A few weeks ago, that thought wouldn’t have crossed his mind. He just didn’t feel up for it. Strange how things seemed to be changing so quickly. For the better.
“I promise we can practice before we go. I need to warm up again anyway,” the piano bench slid out from underneath him as he stood and pushed it backwards with the back of his calf, “Not tonight though.” Both hands rested on Dave’s shoulders so he could lift himself up and press a warm kiss to the side of of his cheek. “Soon, okay?” His fingers laced together behind the nape of Dave’s neck, thumbs tracing circles as his palms soaked in the warmth of the contact. “Let’s go to the kitchen so I can start dinner? Unless you want to go out?”
So, there are a lot of people that come to mind, but for some reason when I read this one person stuck out so…
@pianokeysandbowties; J is truly one of a kind, she is so warm and easy to talk to and she genuinely cares about people which is such a rare trait. She’s literally the type to go out of her way to call you when you’re having a bad day (which she’s done for more on more than one occasion) and she’s just a really positive, pleasant presence to have around as a friend. She’s honestly a really sweet person and I’m blessed to have her in my life.
// Oh my god! Sweetie! I love you so much. Thank you for saying such sweet things! I adore you and I’m so glad I’ve had the chance to be there for you and vice versa. You’re just as amazing 10000% and then some! I’m keeping you. That’s that. Done dealio. So many hugs!
pianokeysandbowties 