Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

Text Message Meme. @lcbrat

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( mssg » duran | sentThis is going to be weird.  Don’t judge me until I finish okay?  I don’t know about you but I’m tired of everyone I know tossing their “we made out in the choir room” or “we made out in the library” or wherever else they manage to sneak to off hours stories around when I have absolutely nothing to contribute.
( mssg » duran | sent ) What I’m saying is..  Let’s make our own story worth telling.  Meet me tonight?  Somewhere.  We’ll figure it out.
( mssg » duran | sent ) I’m not saying that’s the only reason why I am asking you this question.  There’s others but I don’t want to make you think worse of me than these messages probably already do.
( mssg » duran | sent ) Dear Blaine, this is still a horrible pitch.  What are you thinking?  Try again next week.  Until then?  Get your head on straight.  You’re horrible at this.  -Me

Two minutes later..

( mssg » duran | sent ) Um..  I didn’t delete those..did I?

Text Message Meme. @killerblcnde

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.


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( mssg » quinn | sent )  Hey, Quinn!  The houses in Westerville that put on the Christmas lights display start battling to see who can outdo each other tonight!
( mssg » quinn | sent )  I know this might be a little random but I was curious if you wanted to go with me?  I’ll even spring for hot chocolate before the drive?
( mssg » quinn | sent )  What do you say?

Text Message Meme. @killerblcnde
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. (oh boy..have everybody’s buddy!Blaine)

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( mssg » quinn | sent )  Ijust thinkg you should knwo that you are one of the firneds I am the most proud of.  Quinn you are the real deall.
( mssg » quinn | sent )  Beautiful,, smart and determiend to get what you want. YToure so strong. I wish i Was as strong as you are. I want to let you knwo that Iw’ll always be rooting for you no matter waht.  

rpmememaker :

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.
Send “#” for a RANDOM text.
Send “@” for a SCARED text.
Send “&” for a LOVING text.
Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

stolenscarlet.

“No no, really.  It’s not that I just ah, I was kind of a horrible person in high school and I want to address that because I’m really not that person- not that I’m exactly great now but I’m  really different so..”  As if he needed to say that; Sebastian Smythe would have been smooth and casual from the second they spotted each other the other day, while Barry was fumbling as awkwardly as ever and making no sense.

He pinches the bridge of his nose.  “Okay that didn’t help my case at all so I’m going to hang up and meet you there and I’ll explain.”  Good enough.  He only waits a moment before hitting the end button and nearly throws the phone blindly in his exasperation with himself.  But that was that, so he had somewhere to be and he wasn’t going to be late on top of it all so he pulls up a map and ignores the looks he receives from a few teammates, making it obvious they heard his end of the conversation.  He really was only this bad when he was particularly nervous like this.

Blaine was about ready to tell Sebastian that he had nothing to worry about.  They were kids and as far as he was concerned?  Sebastian more than made up for the quote unquote unforgivable mistakes he made at the beginning and middle of their friendship.  Why would he hold those things against him now? It was years later and they were both grown men.  Letting go of negativity is the only way to truly survive in life.  Somethings might be a hell of a lot harder to release than others but Sebastian’s ‘crimes’?  They didn’t earn him a life sentence as villain in Blaine’s world.

Nothing but silence and his wallpaper when Blaine pulled the phone from his ear after wondering if Sebastian really did hang up on him.  That’d be a yes.  The rest of the ride was spent in silence with Blaine’s thumb hovering over Sebastian’s name while debating if he should call back.  In the end?  He settled for walking into the familiar comfort of the Stonewall. Here–people recognize him.  They know his voice and the songs he likes to play on nights where he can steal a an open mic spot.  A few wave at him and he waves back.  Crimson shoes hook on the rungs of the his stool and his eyes fail to wander too far away from the door as he waits hoping that hang up wasn’t the first sign that Sebastian was going to not show up.

thank you.

                           “Shhh. Killer. It’s okay.” Sebastian had no fucking idea what to do, other than to keep holding him. What could he do? What could he answer to that? “You were lonely, Blaine.” He offered, awkwardly, as he kept running his hand up and down his back. “I know you didn’t mean it.” Or at least he had to believe that. Not only because it was what made Blaine, BLAINE, and what had so much attracted him at first, but because if he let himself think about Blaine actually planning to cheat on Kurt with someone else, well, he better not. He tried to focus on knowing how it felt to fuck up, instead, and how he could help Blaine feel better about it. “At least you told him, that’s something, right?” He asked, unsure of what was really best as he’d never been on that end of a relationship. Or in a relationship, honestly. He held him tighter. This was actually the first time he was ever allowed to hold Blaine like that, and he was slowly starting to realize it. They’d hugged, before the proposal fiasco, but it’d been quick and Blaine hadn’t been abandoned on his arms like that. 

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Sebastian could feel how Blaine was almost shaking against him and it broke the heart most people didn’t think he had. Why was it that after all this time, to see Blaine hurt him like that, hurt him this much? It shouldn’t make as much sense as it did. He kept holding Blaine until he started to come down from his panic, and relax even if slowly, in his arms. Sebastian hadn’t noticed how thinner he looked until Blaine pulled back and he got to actually look him on the face properly. He shook his head. “It’s fine killer. Just wait here for a minute, I’m gonna get you some water, alright? Bathroom’s to the right if you want it.” He pointed out, nodding towards the bathroom door, before gently detaching from Blaine, and getting up. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned back around to him. “Don’t go anywhere.” He asked, again, before making his way upstairs, quickly. He hoped Blaine would listen to him, but he put it off his mind for a moment, as he made it to his bedroom. The guy he’d been sleeping with was still knocked out on his bed and Sebastian patted his ankle as he started to gather up his things. “Wake up, sexy. I need you out.” He patted him again as the boy started to grumble and threw the boy’s phone and wallet besides him. “I’ve got a friend over, time to go.” He said, as the other finally looked up at him, frowning. He shrugged. “Can always find me by the bar again.” He told him, before leaving, the door open as he passed through it so he could make his way downstairs again, to the kitchen this time, to get Blaine some water. 

“Let me know if you want something stronger.” He said, as he walked back into the living room, a glass of cold water in hand, hoping to find Blaine in the couch.

“Nothing’s okay,” he slowly shook his head and balled up one fist to try some useless attempt at drying his face.  “Nothing’s fine and nothing’s okay.  I’m not sure if anything will ever be OKAY again.”  A shift of positions and Sebastian stood up from the couch–watery hazel eyes blinked clear after a few tries.  Blaine watched as Sebastian disappeared out of the room.  A quiet groan parted his lips as both elbows were pressed against his upper thighs.  Palms cupped the top of his head and he stared between his bended knees at the floor wondering why the hell he thought it was okay to do this to Sebastian.  Of all people.  Sebastian was his friend, yes.  But he knew their history–one that never was, yet was so so close to being something much different–and knew that coming here to break down over making the biggest mistake of his life with someone else was probably akin to a slap in the face.  He might be thick about a lot of things that pass him by.  Blaine knows that about himself.  Not even he could miss where this might be unfair for him to rely on Sebastian to get him through this.  Not might be.  It was.  Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to get up and leave.  Even if the thought quickly crossed his mind while he sat there waiting.

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Hearing the other drawing close again–Blaine straightened up.  If that’s what you could call it.  More like folded into himself while pretending he was sitting fully upright.  Limbs moved–wrapped around his middle–and he reached for the water with a look of gratitude.  “Thank you.” The other hand wrapped gently–so careful that it seemed Blaine thought Sebastian was made from hollow bones that were far too delicate and could break at the slightest touch.  He didn’t want him leaving again.  Not with the thoughts in his head being plugged up by the other’s presence.  He didn’t want them flooding back in.  “Please sit down,” he begged up at him–red faced and eyebrows lifted like he could beckon him in with the expression alone.  “Sit down and don’t go. Water’s fine.  I’m not sure if anything harder’s a good idea.  Not LIKE THIS.”  What was he supposed to say from here?  I know I messed up.  I ruined everything.  I’ll never be the same again.  Neither will he.  And it’s all my fault.  The words were on the tip of his tongue but he bit them back and swallowed the aftertaste with more water.  “It’s all..over.  I think.  I’m not sure.  But.  I think so..”  And there came the caving in of his chest again.  A buckling of his belly and he sat the glass on the table near the couch before palming at his face to hide the crease forming between his brows.  Couple of tattered deep breaths later–his fingers dropped with his gaze into his lap.

“I’m sorry…  I don’t know why I thought laying this on you was a good idea,” he apologizes because that’s how he’s wired.  “You’re just–the only one who I wanted to go to.”

jane.

It was a lot more difficult to balance a tray of cookies and knock on a door than Jane anticipated. Maybe she went a little overboard in baking, but she still felt awful about everything that happened with Blaine and her leaving Dalton and going to the New Directions. Even with the teams combined now anyway, Jane felt like she had a lot to make up for – a lot to apologize for. Especially to the man who put so much on the line for her, believed in her and even, dare she say, inspired her to keep strong. 

Knocking was not going to work and so she gently kicked the door to his office, clearing her throat. “Mr. Anderson? it’s me – Jane Hayward. I brought you some cookies and… some milk as long as I don’t drop it.”

The clack of keyboard keys and Harry Connick Jr.’s voice filled the room that was turned into a makeshift office for him to use.  Boxes of supplies he picked up and hadn’t put away yet were scattered at the foot of his desk. His lunch sat untouched beside his elbow.  Only a half cup of coffee held his attention.  The machine he bought perched carefully on the edge of the windowsill.  Quite honestly, the disarray was unlike him.  Half moved in, half digging out of boxes for what he needed.  Either he was an unorganized person or–his heart just wasn’t quite ready to accept that the place he loved most was now ash and memories.

Hearing the knock–Blaine’s fingers lifted from the keyboard and any tiredness was gone before the door opened.  “Jane!  Hi!” Bright hazel met Jane before he noticed her situation and his heart simultaneously melted while he sprang up out of his chair.  “Let me help.  Oh my god.  Did you do all of this?  You seriously didn’t have to–,” he paused at the smell and felt his stomach rumble.  Flashing her a thankful grin–he nodded at the chair next to his desk. “These smell really good.  You HAVE to come try some with me??”

rachel.

[text: B. ♥] You should regret it, yes.
[text: B. ♥] Come home, I’ll make you something to eat.

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( mssg » rachel | sent ) that’s NWot very nice to say, rAch 😦 
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Ooo!  Food!! Foodw oueld be a great idewa”
( mssg » rachel | sent )  so woudl stopping tpying.

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leaderofthezodiac:

IF YOU END UP SHIPPING WITH ME, I WILL-

✔ Ruin you :’)
✔ Spam you with random ic asks (that you never have to actually answer so dw)
✔ Always send you memes (again you don’t have to answer every one of them!)
✔ Spaz at you incoherently
✔ Throw headcanons and scenarios at you at random times
✔ Probably ask for a bunch of AUs
✔ Always be open for more threads
✔ Cry with you whenever anything happens with our muses.
✔ Tag you in posts that remind me of the ship