( mssg » trent | sent) I know you’re in class. Blowing up your phone before I run into my next one. Sorry! Why didn’t you tell me about this guy Sebastian? ( mssg » trent | sent) I haven’t been gone that long, have I? ( mssg » trent | sent) You better haven’t forgot about me already. I might not be there but something that big? I figured you’d be gushing about him by now?
( mssg » trent | sent) What’s his story? What do you know about him? We spent nearly an hour talking and I have so many more questions. He seems to have heard you guys blowing up my reputation a tad. You’re biased, I hope you know? ( mssg » trent | sent) Still. I can’t stop thinking about our talk. I miss you guys so much. Always will. Today was a huge reminder. One I’ve been trying to not let myself have.
( mssg » trent | sent) We should get together this weekend? I’ll come up there.
lots of hearts with a buncha amazing writing on the horizon
// Okay but like.. I’ll take all of these and if I could get this order tripled? That would be great. Pls expedite shipping immediately. I will pay the extra fees for this awesomeness. 😛
( mssg » sebastian | sent) Hey. I’m sorry to bother you but are you awake? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) I know it’s late but I can’t sleep. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Guess that’s sort of obvious. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) I could just use someone to talk to. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Anyway. If you don’t see this til morning, I totally get it. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Just one of those nights, you know?
Another one of his visits that stretched far past school hours into the later part of the night. Seems like it was getting harder and harder to will himself to walk out the door and return back to reality. The comfort of the Warbler Common Room when it was only him and Sebastian was something he told himself was over a long time ago. That their friendship, while polite, would never be what it used to be. Until it seemed that fate brought him back here once more. Back to Dalton, back home, back to his friends.
To Sebastian.
Who stood in front of him while he procrastinated leaving for the second time. His heels already swung backwards twice, two steps towards the leather couch he’d just vacated. A handful more and he’d be sitting back down. Not that he seemed to mind as his hand reached out and fingers curled around Sebastian’s wrist. Now the taller of the pair was tugged closer to the sofa, too. His heart felt warmer when he heard he was missed and that name came back to him. The underside of a pale wrist was grazed over with the edge of Blaine’s thumb and his smile softened, his gaze read over Sebastian’s. “I missed you, and Dalton and everyone, too. Keeps getting harder to go and I’ve only been visiting for less than a week.”
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) youcould SAy that but you wrould be wrong. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) That’s a lie.you’d be right for sure . I think I sould have stopped probably aobut twodrinks ago. Oops? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Nto a booty call I promise. I woudlnt just text you for one oft hose. If I was going to give you one.
( mssg » sebastian | sent) I coudl call? I just needed to talk to you. Caling is probably better anyway. Typing is not mty strong point at the moment. Why did I turn off auto coreect? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Oh god Im’ only talking to the guy beside me. Hes nice. and the guyfrom earlier. The bartender is chatty too but I’m sure they are paid to be. Giving you my attention though. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) You will? i’ll ping you. I would love to see you which makes that offer even bettr. ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Hello? did I scare you away? ( mssg » sebastian | sent) Yesmy home of course. IF that isn’t too much trouble. I could take an Uer back int he morning if that’s easeir. Thank you.
1. do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash? –Depends on the plot and the partner? In general, I will always work canon into my stories as much as I can. In future verses that are AUs, I try to keep most of Blaine’s past in high school the same and will twist it from there. Occasionally, I’ll disregard canon for a crossover or heavy AU plot. But as a default? I follow canon fairly close. My main verse is set in Season Two, so that’s a given. I find it’s pretty easy to weave parts of Blaine’s canon into almost any setting. It just takes some creativity to make it happen now and then. So! BOTH, I guess! Because I’m willing to do either or. So long as it doesn’t risk who he is at his roots.
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6. how are you and your muse alike? –I think Blaine and I are alike in good and bad ways. I don’t give up on people to my own detriment at times. But it’s because I care about them so much that it makes it hard for me to do. We internalize negative emotions because we don’t want to hurt or put anyone out for our own troubles. Though sometimes it boils over and it results in us saying something or doing something that’s a lash out. Doesn’t happen often and I’m working on that. We’re both a work in progress but I think everyone is. We try to find the good in things and try to lift people up our of the darkness they fall into because we hate to see people we love suffer or doubt themselves. We’re dorky, geeky and into things that make our friends stare at us like we have two heads. Though I’m not into puppets or crafts. Just nerdy stuff. We both love music and would be lose without it. We can be kind of lonely occasionally even though we don’t need to be because we have friends, it just happens? Hard to explain.Those are the biggest ways, I think. There’s probably more
7. how are you and your muse different? –I got this in another ask, so I’m going to save it for there!
“It–what? Oh. You’re going to have to try. Unless you want to be put in time out for the rest of the night?” Bright hazel eyes danced with amusement as he went a few darker shades of crimson over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Blushing as he may be, the smirk and tone he teased back with was on a whole new level of Blaine Anderson Sass. “Cause that’s a thing and you’re well on your way there.”
send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (in your case not so random. lol!)
Okay. Maybe. Maybe! It was cheesy, but this was their first Valentine’s Day together. Blaine’s favorite holiday. Sebastian could grumble all he wanted about February 14th (when Blaine knew, deep down, Sebastian was as excited for it as he was..or..er..so he hoped?), he was going to get the full dose of what it was like to experience Blaine Anderson-style Valentine’s Day. Whether he wanted to or not. And it was going to start no later than when Sebastian’s alarm went off. Blaine had already let himself inside the apartment before dawn. Using close to superhero level stealth, Sebastian’s apartment was transformed into well..what could only be described as Party Depot’s cupid aisle throwing up from ceiling to floor in bright red, white, even pink (fushia) trimmings.
Balloons, bright glistening streamers that hung from the top of his bedroom door to the floor. A massive vase of roses sat on the kitchen table with two bottles of champagne and brand new flutes with crimson hearts in their stems. Blaine could have gone the much more tasteful route. Sure. He’d actually PLANNED on it. However. The more Sebastian seemed to roll his eyes or resist all of Blaine’s crazy thoughts about the day? The more determined to go off the wall Blaine decided to be. Complete with obnoxiously huge teddy bear in the corner that he was hiding behind. Please! No comment on how he managed to pull off fitting back there!
A note taped to the wall outside the bedroom was followed by a series of other arrows and ‘this way’s until the path broke away and a trail of gummy hearts lead up to the brown stuffed animal with it’s huge round eyes. red bow around it’s neck and a sign sitting on his legs reading KISS ME in Blaine’s handwriting. No sign of the guilty party whatsoever. He didn’t even answer when Sebastian said his name.
Blaine could sense him close. Did he figure him out? Didn’t matter! When the soft sound of Sebastian’s ‘hmmm’ felt as close as he could possibly get without thinking this was dumb and pulling away. An arm jutted out from around the bear’s neck. Fingers curled around a pale wrist and pulled him half for leverage so Blaine could roll up onto his knees while pulling Sebastian down. The poor teddy bear toppled onto it’s side as their lips crashed together and a delighted Blaine held Sebastian close, his lips not daring to pull away. GOT YOU!
siping
(verb) An untranslatable Filipino word, siping is described as the tender act of lying beside someone.
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