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Accidental Affection

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch  @ofscarllet

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Saying you were only going to watch one X-Men movie was like saying you were going to open a tube of Pringles and eat just a single chip.  At least if you were making that plan with Blaine Devon Anderson.  The first bled over into the second and–while they were still up–might as well start the third.  Only problem? As the storyline began to double-back, make some loops and generally get confusing?  Blaine’s eyes started getting heavier and heavier until he figured it would be horrible to ‘let them rest’ for what was supposed to be a couple minutes that turned into sleep.

The credits must have only finished when he felt the press of a knee on the cushion by his waist–Blaine groggily scooted back to make room.  No budging.  Rehearsals were kicking his rear before the marathon. Now that he finally let himself sleep?  Good luck.  A warm body shifting around finally jarred him awake enough to blearily eye the last few bleeps of white on black letters scrolling on the television–of a movie he had no idea what the name of it was.  “H-how long have I–oh.”  Wait.. There were legs noodled through his calves, slender arms wrapped around him at an odd angle and–that’s why he wasn’t moving!   That was Barry’s head he had his chin rested on!  “Barry.. H-hey you.  Sorry.”  Thud!  His head hit the pillow he made out of a cushion as he squinted one eye open and squeezed the other shut focusing in on Barry.  Saying his smile was the embarrassed sort barely touched what greeted the other man.  Embarrassed, apologetic, you name it.  “Didn’t expect to wake up this way but–hi?”

⁇ + ✿!

Text Message Starters

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.  @babystepswrites​ (dave)

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( mssg » dave | sent ) Hi DAve!@ I knwo you’re probably dead asleep right nwo but i want to say taht I am really glad we started talking.  I don’t knwo if y ou understand hwo much you have been helping me. Or how muich you mean to me because of that. I didn’t think I’d let anyone close again. too much hrut at stake. Can’t do that agian
( mssg » dave | sent )

here you are! Making me break my own Rule thank you. i mean it. thankS ,
( mssg » dave | sent ) Ojh god. i sent tha t . my mistake pelase ignore me”


Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

( mssg » dave | sent ) I don’t want you to tell me that we don’t have to. Or you’re worried you’re rushing me.  You’re not.
( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m not going to come apart at the seams if you touch me, you know?
( mssg » dave | sent ) And I want you to.  Come over.  Please?  

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ACCIDENTAL AFFECTION

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch @devilinarcddress

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Finals were starting to feel like an endless hole of stress that Blaine wasn’t sure he was ever going to crawl out of.  Books and notes and more notes were strewn across the coffee table. Empty paper coffee cups and several mugs that kept being replaced because he forgot to take his with him into the kitchen were mixed into the mess.  Evidence that he was either trying to solve the crime of the century or–at least pass Composition/Music Theory without becoming a nervous wreck.  Words on the book he held close to his nose after losing the battle and stretching out on the couch began to blur.  The book hit the floor and Blaine Anderson was down for the count.

He barely registered a body snuggling up until he had his legs twisted into Santana’s to pull her close. One arm slid underneath a slender waist while the other wrapped around the top to keep her there.  Blaine even hummed quietly against her hair after burying his face into the cool, dark strands that tickled his nose.  They stayed like that for who knew how long–Blaine not budging an inch until another tug and wiggle pressed his cheek to the curve of her shoulder.  Lashes fluttered, slits of tired hazel peeked up and up went the eyebrows at the unexpectedness of it all.  Reaching up–he tucked a lock of hair dangerously close to her eye behind her ear and melted back down letting his eyes close because why not?  She was warm and soft and this was beyond comfortable.  “Hi,” a scratchy whisper, “You’re way too comfortable..not letting you move.  Too late. You’re stuck..”  His chest heaved in a content sigh and it was back to half-asleep with most of his weight now pressed against her side.  Right where it felt the most comfy.

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SEND ME A  🎼  AND I’LL LINK A SONG THAT REPRESENTS MY MUSE’S FEELINGS ABOUT YOURS.
@notacrabbastian

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Sad – Maroon 5

Man, it’s been a long night
Just sitting here, trying not to look back
Still looking at the road we never drove on
And wondering if the one I chose was the right one
Oh, but I’m scared to death
That there may not be another one like this
And I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin thin thread

🎼 — I’m on the wrong account but Rachel from unsuspectinghearts

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@gcldenthroat​ , @unsuspectinghearts​ (Rachel)

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One Call Away – Charlie Puth

And when you’re weak I’ll be strong
I’m gonna keep holding on
Now don’t you worry, it won’t be long
Darling, and when you feel like hope is gone
Just run into my arms

I’m only one call away
I’ll be there to save the day
Superman got nothing on me
I’m only one, I’m only one call away

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

CUDDLY / PLATONIC-ISH MEMES
@babybadgered

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The sound of unpopped corn kernels swirled at the bottom of the bowl. Fate was doing him no favors and made the answer clear before he had the chance to get cute up the fact that–yeah that was an empty bowl–and soften the blow.  Oopsie!  Hey!  It was good and a good distraction from a way too intense movie!  “Are we speaking metaphorically–?  As in–Did I eat all the popcorn in existence?  Or,” Blaine cringed keeping his hand holding the last of the popcorn below the rum like he could magically make more appear if he hovered it there long enough. “Did I eat all of our popcorn?  Two way different answers.  I’m sure popcorn exists somewhere. In the kitchen might be the closest location.  Because if you’re inquiring in the literal sense?” Guilty frown!  Guiltier pout!  “Then–yes.  Yes.  I did.”

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SEND A 🍷 FOR MY MUSE TO SHOW UP DRUNK AT YOUR MUSE’S DOOR.
@lcbrat

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In spite of his current reason for answering Sebastian’s invite to Dalton for a party off the record? Meaning most of the Warblers were holed up in one of the unused parts of the attic upstairs getting hammered the night before Spring Break–Blaine’s lingering so-so mood took a complete 180 degree turn into one of the best he’d been in for months. Laughing his way out of the room and practically falling over his feet–the banister and his quick grip preventing him from losing a few teeth against the marble floor–Blaine stumbled away from the noise upstairs in favor of wandering off.

It felt good to be here.  Too good.  The conversation he made Sebastian promise they’d stop having–mainly him coming back–kept returning to the front of his mind repeatedly.  Yes.  Time to leave them to finish out their night.  He was in too great of a mood to stop humming to the tune in his head making it enough noise to drown out the chatter from Sebastian lingering in his thoughts.  Oh and getting away from that Hunter guy he still wasn’t overly impressed with was an added bonus.  Bouncing a shoulder off the wall–Blaine patted it and gave it an apologetic look stopping his solo performance for concentrational purposes.  Way too drunk to drive and not wanting to leave but not wanting to admit that either–he stopped in front of Trent’s door thinking he’d say hello and taunt him for not showing up.

Problem was?  He missed the right door by two and was already knocking barely letting it open before he launched into a louder than usual, “Trent!  I’m seriously offended that you shrugged off–,”  huge grin that grew while he waited greeted–Oh!  Duran.  Totally on purpose right?! RIGHT!  “He-hey–you aren’t,” his expression turned from giddy to dumbfounded. “Duran! What..  Did I get the wrong door?  I did,” a hand slapped over his mouth and his apology was muffled and barely made sense, “I’m so sorry.”

℧ (for Blaine & Tina if that’s okay)

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Tina frequently has dreams or nightmares about Blaine.  @genuinelytee​ (Certainly and omg haha!)

Blaine knew he might be imagining things but it definitely stopped feeling that way three or so days ago when the pattern became too glaringly obvious to ignore.  Tina was avoiding him.  Or if they were together–she had a heck of a hard time meeting his eyes.  Whatever he did to upset her?  He couldn’t figure out and there were countless times he tried.  Nothing came to mind.  One minute they were fine–no–great.  She was his rock to lean on through the entire mess he made of things with Kurt.  The next?  Rushed excuses before he watched her walking off, barely answered text messages that went beyond weird for him to figure out and a general feeling she didn’t want to be bothered with him.

He wasn’t going to go through this again.  Not with her.  Tina meant too much to lose and he’d already lost the most important person in his life.  Losing Tina?  To something he didn’t know he did or didn’t do?  No, not going to happen.  “I need you to tell me what I did,” he blurted coming into view upon her locker being swung shut.  “Or if I am making this entire avoiding me situation up because I really miss you and I’m tired of not knowing and having no way to fix things.”  Wide eyes stared into hers and he wasn’t going to let her walk off or look down at her shoes this time. Even if his hands were shaking and he felt a crisp shiver of anxiety over the confrontation. Some things were worth fighting for and he wouldn’t make the same mistake of not speaking up ever again.  It was too costly in the end and it was a price he wasn’t going to keep on paying.

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Blaine and Sam wearing each other’s clothes.   @samevvns

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Oh no way was he going back to that party looking like this!  This was a stupid dare anyway! Switch clothes with Sam?  Come on!  He was swimming in fabric from head to toe.  No matter how many times or how hard he pulled the cuffs of Sam’s pants to tighten them around his ankles–he ended up with inches of curled fabric bulging above them.  The sleeves of Sam’s shirt were pushed up to his forearms and he swore he looked like a modern day pirates costume without the ruffles.  And now his hair was a loose mess that he was busy taming down when he really needed a sink to get some style back.  Sure–he was a little drunk but that didn’t do much to give him the stupidity or the nerve to walk out into a room full of people looking like a fool either!  “I’m not going out there,” and if they didn’t they’d be facing a world of crap from their friends too.

Sighing like the weight of the world was on his shoulders–Blaine took a few steps back from the mirror he was dumb enough to stand in front of and called out to Sam who was getting ready–no pun intended cause why would there be–in the closet.  What?  No pun intended!  “Okay! To save us the grief.. I’ll do it if you do it but you are so wearing the bowtie, too.  Both of us need to look as goofy as each other!  Or I’m backing out!”