#rosieroleplays

[finnhndson]

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"I like the way your hair looks when you sleep on it ungelled. Especially after what happened last night. There's breakfast in the microwave for when you wake up. Call me later?

- Seb"

put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

[nicholasjohn]

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Sam wanted this, and don’t you dare try to blame it on the alcohol. His eyes wandered right to Blaine’s mouth over and over again, memorizing the curve of his lips and the way his tongue parted them before he spoke whenever he seemed nervous. Sam’s breath hitched every time, a not so subtle reminder that the rest of his body had no idea what to do with what his heart had already accepted. 

He had fallen in love with so many people over the years, always quick to grow too attached too soon, but nothing compared to the way he felt about his best friend now. The dude part of the equation didn’t scare him half as much as the possibility that Blaine might not be interested in him anymore.

I mean, he had blown it, right? He had that shot back in high school and he totally screwed up thinking that he only appreciated the attention because who wouldn’t? Blaine practically had the word charming tattooed on his forehead. You know, right above his eyes. God, they were so fuckin’ beautiful, and Sam wanted to be the only one who knew just how amazing they looked when he blinked them open each morning. 

Blaine laughed and stumbled into him, knocking him back against the wall, and Sam’s hands settled on his hips to pull him in closer, fingers hooking on belt loops. “I feel like we should talk about this but… I kinda wanna skip the talking.” He breathed in deeply, watching Blaine’s eyes fall closed when he lifted up on his toes, arms winding around Sam’s neck to guide him down just enough for their lips to meet.

Sam wanted this, and he couldn’t stop once it started. His mouth learned the curve of Blaine’s lips and the way they parted so easily for his tongue. Sam’s breath hitched every time he felt his best friend’s hips press into his, a not so subtle reminder that the rest of his body desperately needed to catch up with what his heart wanted.

“You know I love you, right? And I know we can do this.”

[the-flashwrites-blog1]

rosieroleplays liked your post:seblaincheletterps: I kinda, sorta want a...

Do you still want the thing? I definitely want the thing.

[the-flashwrites-blog1]

rosieroleplays replied to your post:rosieroleplays replied to your post:#give...

I have no idea specifically what Seblaine I want to do, but I figure I’ve have Blainchel and Blam, so it’s time to make it perfect with all my favorite Blaine ships.

Well there's so much choice for them, we could do whatever! But yes, Seblaine is one of my top OTP's, so I'm up for anything.

[finnhndson]

[text]: We are not going there.

TEXT MESSAGE: FINN → BLAINE

[text]: Oh, come ON. I know you're sick of Breadstix, but it's kind of the only place Lima has for date nights.[text]: Unless you want me to attempt to cook you dinner, which is a very brave and stupid request. 

[nicholasjohn]

"Kinda wanna have sex, but also kinda wanna eat pizza." | "Let me sleep"

"Kinda wanna have sex, but also kinda wanna eat pizza." 

Sam immediately hit pause on his Xbox controller, turning to look right at his best friend with his eyes wide and his heart racing. “Wow. Well, that’s…  I mean, those are both good ideas, you know, so…” He nodded slowly and he could sense Blaine growing tense over his clumsy reaction, regretting choosing that kind of response to the question of what they should do the last night of Christmas break. “Hey, calm down,” Sam added quickly, tossing the controller aside and scooting in closer to rest his hand on Blaine’s knee. “That’s just… totally not what I expected you to say. Seriously.”

His eyes darted over to the empty bottles and cans littered across their coffee table, and he wondered if alcohol had anything to do with his best friend’s sudden burst of courage. Does it count as taking advantage of someone when you’re pretty sure you both want the same things when you’re completely sober, too?

Definitely breathing right now, for the record. Definitely. No problems here.

“I’m pretty sure we could do both,” Sam announced after what must’ve been a painfully long silence, judging from the way Blaine’s shoulders finally relaxed when he spoke. “Which one do you… oh.”  Blaine had responded before he could finish by climbing into his lap, knees straddling his hips and pressing into the couch cushions behind him. “Right. Good choice,” Sam grinned, bringing his hands up grasp at the back of Blaine’s shirt, tugging it upward to untuck it from his pants and grant him access to soft skin he had spent too many nights dreaming about tasting with his tongue. 

Pizza could totally wait until later. 

"Let me sleep.”

Sam hopped up onto Blaine’s bed and crawled toward his best friend, smirking as he moved in close enough to settle one of his knees right between Blaine’s legs. His hands pressed into the mattress beside Blaine’s shoulders and Sam hovered above him with his long hair hanging down in front of his eyes. He watched Blaine swallow hard, just barely shifting his weight to line up their hips in a way that made Sam’s eyes squeeze shut, lips parted in surprise.

“Sleep is for the weak,” he pouted, acting as if he didn’t notice Blaine’s arms winding around his neck. Fingers curled into his hair like that’s exactly where they belonged, tugging insistently, and Sam rocked his hips down to meet Blaine’s when they rolled up, lifting slightly off the bed. That’s how it always worked with them - this endless push and pull for more, more, more, but never knowing quite how to ask for it other than to take it and hope for the best. 

“I can't let you sleep anyway,” Sam confessed, voice shaking almost as much as his hands as he repositioned himself to rest his body flush against Blaine’s underneath him. “It wouldn’t be fair,” he murmured, dragging his lips along Blaine’s jaw to nuzzle the sensitive skin right below his ear. “It’s not fair you go to sleep every night thinking you’re not perfect and charming and everything when I keep trying to tell you that you are. Like, all the time, dude. It's getting pretty annoying actually.”

It felt good to hear his best friend laugh again, no matter how soft. It seemed like weeks had gone by without that sound filling his ears, not since the day before Kurt left. 

Blaine's hand slid down the length of Sam's back and sent a chill down his spine in its wake. "I wanna make you feel so good," Sam whispered, voice low, cheeks flushed and stomach churning. "I'd never stop, I promise."

[finnhndson]

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