Tag: p: barry

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Less “meet cute.”  More “meet ugly.”
44. – My muse read your muse’s phone number on a bathroom wall and decided to call for some reason. @ofscarllet

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“Hello–Barry?  My name is Blaine.  I know this is going to sound weird but–I thought you’d like to know that I’m standing in the bathroom at The Stonewall Inn in East Village?  Okay that’s nothing special–give me a second?  Unless I’m very mistaken?  Or you know this by now and don’t mind?   Your name is written underneath a ‘for a good time call’ in a stall here. Although effective, I’m sure?  I don’t think that’s a usual way for someone to pick up guys? Unless it’s your thing–then by all means–hang up on me before I embarrass myself more than this call already has.”

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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?”

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( mssg » rachel barry | sent ) So what am I supposed to say to him?  Hello!  I know you’re probably not into guys.  Or maybe you are.  Or maybe you’re trying to figure out if its your thing or not and that’s great because I get it..
( mssg » rachel barry | sent ) But I really liked kissing you.  Next time when we’re alone?  I really want do it again. 

Only this time?  I don’t want to stop?
( mssg » rachel barry | sent ) Because a dream I had that you and I were having sex against my kitchen counter still feels so real I’m having aftershocks and I didn’t even have real sex?
( mssg » rachel barry | sent ) Yeah!  Right!  I’m not a predator!  Or a pervert weirdo! That is for you to know and him to never find out!

so so awkward.

Ah yes, now he had company in the land of awkward.
Barry had his lips pursed together was the other seemed
to take in what was right in front of him. He kept himself
from lightly laughing at the whole situation. It seemed like
some bad rom-com movie, or some weird twilight zone
going on here. The young CSI wasn’t sure which one was
worse, or maybe it was a mixture of the two. Man, when
his friends hear about this from him they’re probably laugh.
Well, if he tells them anyway. For now that was very unlikely.

He managed to chuckle a bit, taking back his wallet, and
stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’m pretty sure I’d know
if I had a brother,” although
 Iris had no idea about her
brother– nah, his parents wouldn’t. And his dad would have
told him, especially after his mom was killed. It’s a nice idea
though, having a brother. Meh. Anyway, moving on!

At least this had made his slightly boring day interesting.
It’s not exactly every day that you get mistaken for your
doppelganger. Maybe he’ll tell Len, only because he’d
probably be the only one that wouldn’t really everyone.
But he would also need to endure the older man’s teasing.

“What?” he looked confused, considering he had gotten lost
in his train of though just a moment ago. But he got the jest of
what the other was saying. And felt his cheeks a bit red, coughing
slightly, and glancing away. “That was– my first kiss from a guy,”
Barry muttered softly, the guy’s lips were rather soft. “I– um, it’s
okay don’t worry about it, I mean it didn’t bother me.” Honestly,
the other looked more freaked out than he did. “So like–
it’s nice to met you? Even in these really weird circumstances?”
His stomach grumbled again, “
. lunch?”

‘That was– my first kiss from a guy.’

If Blaine wasn’t already mortified about this whole situation and
how he just managed to plant his lips on the mouth of a perfect
stranger that happened to look exactly like a certain someone
else who wouldn’t find this situation remotely funny?  Oh, hold
up.  On the other hand?  Sebastian would probably find this
hilarious after the whole letting his mind settle in that he had a
mirror image of himself walking around New York City.  Because
Sebastian was just on this side of sadistic that Blaine suffering
over how he wanted to open up a hole in the ground and crawl
inside would be outright entertainment.

Stepping back a few seconds?  If Blaine wasn’t already mortified –
hearing that he just became Barry’s first kiss from a guy?  Put the
nail in the coffin of his composure.  Stupefied–Blaine only bowed
his head slowly while he lit up like someone flipped the switch to
a fireplace and set it ablaze.  Stuttering tongue refusing to work
right had him uttering a broken and rattled.  “I- If- You’re first–wow–
you sure?” There was two sentence in there.  Whatever came out
was a jumbled concoction of–needing a serious lifeline before he
about faced and walked out the door.

Yet Barry stood there with a grumbling belly and food on the mind
like he was barely rattled.  Hazel eyes blinked and Blaine palmed
over his mouth waving his fingers once he reached the opposite
side from where he started but the heel of his hand dug against
his chin without lowering.  “Y-yeah.  Nice to meet you–hold on.
You want to have lunch,” he asked through his fingers.

Blaine figured he owed the poor guy if he was the one to steal his
first kiss from a man. Without second guessing if he should, he
agreed.  “Sure.  That’d be great.  My treat.  An apology for the,”
remembering he was cupping his lips, he flicked his wrist pointing
between their lips again and breathed deep so his smile wasn’t as
nervous and just–warmly apologetic.

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The day used to be his favorite holiday.  One he looked forward to and planned every detail out down to a T.  Valentine’s Day was an excuse to get as cheesy as he wanted.  Down to shiny paper string hearts and sappy cards worded just right to make someone cry that wound up making you cry too. That’s what felt so good about it.  Sure, sure.  He had his new life.  He’d moved on after building up the walls of his heart and patching over the worst of the cracks. There were still a few that weren’t filled up right.  Occasionally, they’d crumble and his thoughts would travel across the city. Through miles of concrete and heartache he swore was down to a ghost arm version of itself.  Then they’d land on the person who he used to spend so much of this day doing those things for.  He wondered how Kurt was doing.  A seed of thought that dug deep, grew roots and spurned others.  Like who he might be spending it with now and–suddenly the idea of a rum and coke (or three and half) sounded a hell of a lot better than stuffed animals and chocolates in heart shaped boxes.  Right as he was about to get another, a familiar face but a vaguely unfamiliar tone drew him out of the place where his thoughts wandered off to.  Barry.

An hour later?  A helpful arm kept him steady.  He wasn’t too drunk to walk–barely drunk at all– but distractions came easy with liquor in his system and he’d already veered off twice forcing Barry to run and catch up.  The third sway to the side, his finger –POINTED– insistently at a nearby park bench.  Barry was stuck following him off one of Central Park’s paths they’d been walking down.  Once they were seated, Blaine’s head rested against Barry’s shoulder and he sighed towards the water not too far away.  “Thanks.  You could have stuffed me in a cab and sent me home.  I wouldn’t have blamed you.  I sort of talked your ear off.  You didn’t need to listen,” he gave Barry’s wrist a rattle and peeked up at his jaw.  He wasn’t sure when the light laugh of him to save some face died off but it did.  The scent of cologne and skin suffocated the noise as it drew him in.  The tip of his nose brushed against the spot first and he’d muttered something about Barry smelling good but that meant his lips moved dangerously close. Lingering there longer than he should have, Blaine coughed lightly to clear his throat–he tried to get air that wasn’t that scent and it didn’t work–and licked his lips before he caved.  One part loneliness, one part he wanted to. They grazed across Barry’s throat above the collar of his shirt and stayed there, sighing out a warm breath over the damp spot they left behind.  An apology rushed out of him once the gravity of what he did caught up. “Oh–God.  Sorry.  I’m so sorry.  I wasn’t thinking.”

this is some weird sci-fi prank gone wrong.

Barry resisted the urge to either push him away roughly, 
or to flinch from the strangers touch. Not because he had 
anything against someone who wasn’t straight, hell he wasn’t 
straight anyway. It was because he could see how much who 
ever this Sebastian was matter to the guy. There’s laughter, a 
smile, and adoration, and teasing in those eyes. 

No one’s actually looked at Barry like that, not this way, and it
made his heart clenched. But in the bitter sense; this look wasn’t
for him. Of course. It was belonged to who he had gotten mistaken
for. Sighing, just his luck, seriously. He leaves one city to take a
break, and he ends up with something else.  Ah well– he supposed
that just makes life interesting. 

At the mention of lunch, his stomach growls, and he finds himself
blushing. Yes stomach, perfect time to make yourself known.
Although Barry was aware how hungry he was– hence him being
there after all. Eyes briefly looking at the bags, and wondered just
how much was in there. For real. It did cause him to chuckle slightly.
It’s cute. This Sebastian guy was lucky. “Lunch sounds good, but
we should really clear this up.”

He fidgeted a little, feeling awkward– well, there’ll be two of them
feeling awkward very soon he’d imagine. Reaching for his wallet,
he showed the other his ID. “I’m not ‘Seb’, my name’s Barry Allen,
well, technically it’s Bartholomew, but I go by Barry instead,” he 
said. Licking his lips, with an apologetic, if not a bit, sheepish
smile on his lips. “Um— sorry?”

Blaine’s gentle lead towards the counter slowed to a stop as he
noticed the awkwardness on Barry’s face.  Was there something
wrong?  A fog of confusion clouded his vision, dimming some of
the spark in his eyes and filling his face with a bewildered, careful
expression.  He replayed the past twenty four hours in his head
trying to pinpoint where anything he did might’ve upset his
boyfriend and came up empty handed.

He was on the verge of asking if there was a problem when Barry
fished out his wallet.  Hazel eyes squinted and he stared at it as he
introduced himself as Bartholomew-preferred-to-be-known-as-Barry
right in time with Blaine reading his name.  “Wait what?  N-No way.
That’s not–,” he covered Barry’s hand with his palm holding the ID
eye level as he leaned in and read it closer like the lack of distance
was needed for him to let the name printed sink into his brain.

Without lifting his head, he flicked a glance up at Barry. His mouth
dropped open, shut, repeated a few times with a splash of raised
eyebrows and a handful of choked tries that might’ve been words
if he was able to say anything intelligent.  “Barry–.”  Another close
look and he could see differences.  Barry looked a bit older around
the eyes.  Sebastian would never wear those clothes.  Barry was
looking at him with an expression he rarely saw from Seb.

SEBASTIAN!  Here comes awkward!  “Oh I–I’m so sorry for–,”
being a brain surgeon wasn’t necessary to figure out he entered
apology mode for making with the kissing. “I thought–Wow!  I’m
sooo sorry,” he squeezed the back of his neck.  “I thought you
were–you two just–I don’t know how that’s possible–Are you sure
you don’t have a brother?  Our mouths,” he gestured with a lift of
his fingers from his lips towards Barry’s, “That was a huge mistake.
I can explain?”

all the text symbols maybe

send me a symbol for a text message
Send  THIS crap for EVERYTHING cause you’re a lil’shit.  @ofscarllet  ( Part One!)

“✆” for a MORNING text.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Breakfast at Cafe Reggio?  I know you love food and they have the best coffee and bagels in town.  I think I’m taking a personal responsibility on making sure you try every fantastic restaurant I’ve discovered since I’ve been here.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) 11am class.  Late.  Need a miracle to make it on time.  Going to get chewed out for this.  Wish me luck that I leave this class with my head still attached.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) BArry? Youre’ really beautiful.  Your face frreakes em out but i really liek you.  Want rto come for a drink or five?  Meet my frieedns. You’ll ,liek them and they’ll have no idea what to do wabout you and it’ll be funf!

Send “þ” for a LATE NIGHT text.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Are you awake?  I know this might sound weird but I sort of need someone to talk to. I know I have closer friends I can reach out to but not about this.  I don’t know why I’m picking you to bother.  I’m sorry.  It could be because you feel so familiar but you don’t know me enough to judge what I’m about to say.  I need some advice.  If you don’t mind?

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Plaid, paisley or sailboats?  I can’t pick. Forcing you to help me.  You’re the tie breaker.  Or should I say bowtie breaker?  I’m thinking all of thee above.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) I can’t stop wondering something.  You said I’m the first guy you’ve kissed.  Why?  I’d imagine guys would be throwing themselves at you.  It’s hard to believe I was the first one to kiss you. As accidental as it was.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) If you come home in twenty minutes I’m going to be in the shower.  Yes that was a hint.  Follow the trail of clothes and I’ll be waiting.

i first kissed this guy and he liked it?

[ mssg: cafe guy ] It’s fine, it was nice.there will be a horror movie of lips running away, and devouring people.
[ mssg: cafe guy ] Food’s a really nice subject.
[ mssg: cafe guy ] Um
 I think the Village? I still don’t really know this place well. :c And I don’t want to get lost, then come back late for work. But I’m always late, so that’s not new.

( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Ok.  That is up there with the tire rolling around and murdering people.  Thank you, though. I’m glad I didn’t scar you for life.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) The Village!  I can work with the Village!
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Minetta Tavern sound good?  It’s on MacDougal St.  I can be there in about thirty minutes?

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.

texting – not sebastian.

[ mssg: cafe guy ] Like I said, it’s fine, I mean it’d be kinda weird if your lips went off on their own all the time. Can you picture lips just racing away? lol For my first kiss from a guy at least it wasn’t some you know, creeper???? Or I don’t know– but food!
[ mssg: cafe guy ]  food, and I have a very good relationships, that’s probably why.
[ mssg: cafe guy ] There’s a Mexican place, Chinese, and I think pizza near by.

( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) That was your first kiss from a guy?  Oh wow that did nothing to make me feel any less guilty.  Oh God. Really?  
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Food!  Food is a much better subject.
( mssg » not sebastian | sent ) Ok.  Uh.  😀  That does little to narrow it down.  Are you in Manhattan?  The Village?  Like..where is it convenient to meet?