Plays with his hair

Blaine dissolves. The fingers in his hair work their magic and lure him into a brief silence. Long lashes dip down as his eyes close and for a moment, he just floats away. A weakness he doesn’t mind being taken advantage of by a certain someone? You could say that. His quiet is broken up at first by a hum. Then a smirk follows as his eyes open and squint up at the culprit. He’s only half joking when he whispers with a playful amount of sing song in his tone. “I hope you know what you just signed up for. And just how stuck you are right now.” Further proving his point, his head tilts towards a pale palm. Legs tangle together.

…And that’s all she wrote.

enzo.

[Text-Piano man]: Honestly, when it comes to someone that I like I have to find out everything I can about them and you’re the one I want and I hope you know that. Is that a problem? I promise I won’t do anything unless you want me to.

[Text Piano Man]: What if I told you that I’m right outside your house? It turns out that Plush is on tour in New York and well, I couldn’t stay away from you. I hope you don’t mind me showing up like this without asking. Honestly, I couldn’t help myself. I’m never good at staying away from someone I do like. I could leave if you wish.

( mssg » rockstar | sent ) You do? I mean.. I guess that’s what getting to know

( mssg » rockstar | sent ) Wait, sorry I didn’t finish that other text. I was a little surprised by the second one. Are you playing with me? You’re outside my house? I thought you were inviting me over..?

( mssg » rockstar | sent ) Sorry. I’m shocked that you like me enough to find out where I live. Don’t leave. We should have that late night chat, right? I mean. Um. Sure. I’m on my way down. Give me a minute. I’ll be right there.

@unsuspectinghearts said: “who the hell did this to you?” (for finn! yay!)

hurt meme. aka bring on the pain

He didn’t hear Finn coming into the locker room where he was hunched on the bench, forearms propped across his legs and using all his concentration to force his hands to stop shaking. A decent sized bruise ran up his neck. Upon closer inspection the blotchy colors were made up of four individual marks about as far apart as fingertips. Nothing a high collared shirt and a bowtie wouldn’t cover up. Which he planned on doing after a shower. Hearing the question–he bolted upright and tugged his jacket collar higher. “Finn,” nothing like a smile to cover how rattled he was–right? “Just a sparring match that got a out of hand,” he lied, “Nothing to worry about.”