just to be clear, I’m staying here as long as this site functions. I have 0 intentions of deleting this blog, I will go down with this ship if only to see exactly how bad it gets
Hey you lovely cats! I’m going to be starting 2k19 super fresh on this blog. I won’t be remaking or deleting this blog but I’m gonna be going semi-private and narrowing things down. Like people I follow, plots I get involved in, etc. Just to keep some control in the chaos and catch up / stay caught up with the people I’ve been and will be writing with!
KEEPING THREADS:
I’ll be continuing threads! If you want to keep all the ones we got, all I ask is that you give this post a like or shoot me a message on discord and we’re golden. If we have multiple threads, I’d like to keep them all but if you want to drop any? Message me on discord or here and let me know! No pressure whatsoever! I just need to know what to archive on my thread tracker!
FOLLOWING:
I’ll be narrowing down my follow count a little bit. Mostly dead blogs or blogs that I have no plots going on with. Or for a few other reasons. If I unfollow you and you think it’s by accident? Shoot me a message and I will follow you back!
NEW PARTNERS:
I’m always up for new partners. But I ask that we both be active in the plotting process. Canons / OCs / Crossovers welcome. As always, any relationship is great. From enemies to family to whatever!
STAY TUNED:
Other awesome changes on the way. Mainly verses, etc! Thank you! You’re all amazing!
Tate was a brick wall. Unmovable and unfeeling as Blaine felt his heart pounding in his chest like it might just break through his ribcage and take off if he wasn’t careful while taking a leap of faith and kissing him. Having no reactionin return, though? Even if Tate, didn’t pull back? Blaine did. This felt sort of like the total opposite of what he spent his nights awake hoping for. Maybe that one time thing of their first kiss weeks ago was meant to be a one time thing? Tate was right about how mother would react. Blaine, promptly, deflated. “Yeah. Yeah. You’re right.” His mother and Blaine’s dad took the same parenting class, it seemed. Only, Constance was worse. “Tate? I won’t do it again. I just thought..maybe you wanted me to. I’m sorry. I’m not that kind of person. Even if what might’ve said otherwise? I’m not. I promise.”
Tate’s reaction lay flat ; He didn’t kiss back , but he didn’t yank himself away from the embrace neither . He only sat there , and allowed Blaine to keep them connected for as long as he pleased . It had only been a few seconds , really , but it was enough to get his heart pounding from within his chest . Unfortunately , it was primarily from fear . He absolutely hated that he — DIDN’T MIND AT ALL . The blond dropped down heavily against Blaine’s shoulder with a sigh . “ My mom would kill me .”
Lima, Ohio felt like another planet after being gone so long. One that he expressed his doubt returning to several times since the reminder email from Rachel. Even more than that on the short red eye they took to get here the night before. But, Elliott–patient as ever–encouraged him that it’d be okay. Plus, it wouldn’t be the same for his friends if he wasn’t there. Excuses about school didn’t really make sense when it was Thanksgiving break. And they all promised one another they’d make it this time.
Blaine wasn’t embarrased by their relationship. He wasn’t ashamed or purposefully hiding it. Everyone knew that he and Elliott were together but the past couple years had put a small distance between the people from Ohio and his life in New York City. NYU, Elliott, fitting in whatever work he could score that would count for credit. Life was busy. Maybe a part of it was out of sight, out of mind. His phone just didn’t ring or go off from former 419 and 567 area codes the way it used to. He’d moved on, built a new life.. Like everyone did.
Thing was? That all worked in theory. When it came to one person who had yet to be around him when he was with someone else. Years should have made it easy for them to talk–it did but it didn’t. Things shouldn’t have been as awkward as they were–but they were. Seeing that one person not being able to meet his eyes when Elliott’s arm was around him? Was it that? Or the strange way they said goodbye for the night that had him gripping the lip of his old bedroom dresser a little too tight once it was over? Who knows?
“Sorry, it’s silly. Just felt,” he made a blanching noise and stuck out his tongue instead of put what he felt to words trying to joke and failing, “seeing him feeling awkward, you know?” Red rimmed hazel eyes met Elliott’s in the mirror’s reflection before he turned and peppered his lips with kiss after kiss. “It’ll be better tomorrow, right?”
( mssg » blaine]: I know, right? It seems very me. ( mssg » blaine]: Oh? I better have you riding my dick every morning for the next ten years then. ( mssg » blaine]: There’s no situation where I’d ever not want you, Blaine. ( mssg » blaine]: Aww…You’re gonna regret sending those texts in the morning. ( mssg » blaine]: …Oh?
( mssg » remy | sent) it does seem sO you. ( mssg » remy | sent) 🙄🙄 ( mssg » remy | sent) ARe you sure about there isnt? ( mssg » remy | sent)
this might be one of those nights where we test that theorybig time. ( mssg » remy | sent) ?I don’t regret anythign with you ever. Have I told you youre’ one of the best things that’s happned to me in al ong time? You are. ( mssg » remy | sent) Mmhmm you bet there is.
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