up ‘til now, the next step was a question of how ; i never thought it was a question of whether

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@goldenstarred
up ‘til now, the next step was a question of how ; i never thought it was a question of whether
backwardstars:
❛ i almost died. i don’t really want to be anywhere other than right here ——— with you. ❜ there’s not an ounce of hesitation to his voice. he nods , turning towards her. ❛ i mean ——– things are different here. but… i’d have you. letting go of you was the dumbest thing i’ve ever done. ❜ && that’s a long list.
it’s hard for her not to suck in a breath when he actually says ‘i almost died’ out loud. that was the harsh reality of the situation she’d never actually admitted, neither out loud nor to herself. it gives her pause, and she momentarily squeezes her eyes shut, but an exhale and comfort from what he says next reminds her that she should focus on the present, what he’s saying now because he’s actually here to say it. and they’re both lucky for that. “you would have me. you will, you will always have me,” rachel assures him, vehemency and determination in her tone. “every step of the way.”
it was rare that santana and rachel were alone in the loft together . it seemed like people were always coming and going , and santana was actually getting used to the constant headache that came along with living there . she was also getting used to the constant back pain from sleeping on the futon , but she knew better than to complain . she wasn’t paying rent after all . she had made herself a coffee , and had made rachel a hot tea with honey . good for her vocal chords , apparently . “ come on , rachel . i’d be a damn good stripper and you know it .” santana rolled her eyes as she placed the mugs down , and plopped down on the couch , a safe distance away from the brunette . “ i need to make some money , the money from my mom is only gonna last so long , and we don’t all have rich daddies to pay our bills . it’s just like my cage dancing gig , only less clothes , and i for one have no problem with that , and i doubt anyone else would . ” @goldenstarred
being alone in the loft with santana was almost a little weird. they’d never spent much time alone together before she’d moved in, aside from when they’d put together a duet for glee club, and the dynamic between the three of them usually mediated things enough to where everyone could get along and coexist perfectly fine. things were usually busy enough around the loft anyways that there was rarely less than three people around, whoever those three people may be. but right now, things were okay. santana had even offered to make rachel something when she’d gone to get some coffee, and she’d actually fulfilled her request correctly. even if the topic of conversation isn’t as pleasant as it could be, it certainly isn’t as bad as it could be, and they’re getting along well. “i just think you could certainly find yourself something more dignified, that’s all,” rachel answers with a little shrug of her shoulders, lifting her mug for a sip. “i mean, think of how germy and bacteria-infested those facilities must be. i don’t think there’s anything wrong with seeking out a workplace that won’t raise concerns during a health inspection.”
braveiisms:
“ awesome! ” the grin was still very much spread across his features , and he leaned down to place a soft kiss against rachel’s cheek . “ i wanted to cook something , but i suck , so is there like a vegan takeout place ? ”
her cheeks turn light pink at his little kiss, grin unfaltering. rachel giggles just slightly at his very sweet offer, even if asking about a vegan takeout place in lima, ohio is ultimately futile. “well, no, but ... there’s plenty of regular places that i can find something vegan from. like a salad, or something.”
untradtionallysmart:
❝ yeah , ‘cause even the popular guy isn’t hated. ❞ still he sympathizes with her a small sigh leaving him. he felt like he suddenly became obligated to help her , because he did like her. even when no one else did. ❝ rachel , ❞ he murmured as he glanced her way even though she wasn’t looking at him. ❝ tell me what i can do to help you. i – don’t like seein' you like this. ❞
“you’re not hated,” she answers immediately. rachel’s confident that there’s no way anyone could possibly hate finn; he had all the qualities of every beloved typical big man on campus and then some. and even if that was true, in some hypothetical alternate universe, no one showed it the same way that they did when it came to her. no one sketched horribly graphic pictures of him on bathroom walls. no one called him names like the ones people called her, or left cruel comments on his posts online. but she wasn’t trying to get sympathy or anything from him by telling him this; rachel just felt like he was someone she could actually be honest with and open up to. she’d never even implied to anyone else that the way she was treated made her feel so awful. “i wasn’t looking for help,” she answers with a shrug of her shoulders, speaking simply. “i just ... maybe it’ll make more sense to you. why i act the way i do, and ... why i’m so focused on my career beyond high school. i feel like it’s really the only thing i can look forward to, the only thing that ... that really keeps me going.”
this was not the sight that finn was expecting to come back to. granted, he had essentially put their relationship on hold when he had dropped rachel off at the train station, but had he truly broken up with her? he hadn’t expected to show up at her doorstep in the middle of a date with a guy –– one who looked like he was straight from an abercrombie ad, either ! he was still trying to wrap his head around it, slightly turned out from brushing shoulders with the guy as he had walked out.
maybe he should have turned and walked out as well, but his brain couldn’t quite make it all the way down to his feet to move. he gestured in the direction of the stairs that the stranger had taken, his mouth slightly open as he fought to form a proper sentence.
“ what … was that, exactly? ”
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god, she was so embarrassed. the timing was so bad, it almost felt scripted. of course after not hearing from him at all for months on end, now would be the time he’d show up unannounced at her door, when brody was there sharing pizza and drinks on the floor. and it didn’t help that she was frozen for a few moments before she could answer, and that she then stumbled through a response though that was mostly attributed to her surprise at actually seeing him there.
“i ... that’s brody, he’s a classmate of mine.” not a lie. “he’s ... been helping me adjust, he’s an upperclassman, and ... he saw i was kind of struggling here at first.” also not a lie. rachel blinked a few times, just looking up at him with shock. “wh ... what are you doing here?”
backwardstars·:
he’s a bit caught off guard ——– not that he really should be. she was rachel , after all. she’d always gone on & on about how much she loved him. practically from day one. why would he doubt her ? sure , the accident made him feel completely lost & alone , but … seeing her again was like a dream. he had no right to doubt her. ❛ i —– uhm… i was kind of HOPING that it… it wasn’t just a visit. ❜
her heart skipped a beat. then two, then maybe five. not just a visit ... was he really planning on staying? in new york? “r ... really?” rachel’s eyes widened, and she looked to him with a gaze that was both hopeful and surprised, like there was some level of disbelief, however much she actually would’ve really wanted him to stick around. a tiny hint of a smile started to tug her lips upwards. “you ... you want that?”
texting starters send a symbol for…
🌻 a worried text.
🐰 a goofy text.
🦋 a loving text.
🧦 a half-asleep text.
🌳 a happy text.
🍎 an apologetic text.
⚠️ a text meant for someone else.
🕰️ an early morning text.
💫 a late night text.
🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.
💡 a scared text.
💀 an urgent text.
🥇 a supportive text.
🔪 a hateful text.
🌊 a sad text.
⚡ an angry text.
🚀 a goodbye text.
please know that there is information regarding shipping in my rules and that fa.berry ( and basically puckle.berry too ) are kinda hard no ships on my end and unless we’re close and we do some heavy plotting i .... don’t really enjoy writing them and i don’t understand / like them as couples oops
soft and fuzzy sentence starters
“i will roll you up in this blanket if you don’t march your butt to bed right now.”
“hold still, i need to clean your face.”
“do you want a piggyback ride?”
“look, i’m threatening you with tickles. and if i were you, i would take that threat seriously.”
“you make me proud every day.”
“do you know how much i love you?”
“you can have as many hugs as you want.”
“you’re adorable when you’re half-asleep, you know that?”
“i called because i miss you. a lot.”
“are you coming home soon?”
“this couch is big enough for the both of us.”
“we can share.”
“i built a blanket fort.”
“is it okay if i hold your hand?”
“no fair! you know i’m ticklish!”
“you’re such a sleepyhead.”
“i know you didn’t just try sneaking out of here without your coat and hat.”
“i’m glad you had fun today, but it’s time you got some shut-eye.”
“hold my hand.”
“you look comfy.”
backwardstars·:
❛ YEAH ———– i can’t afford damage repairs on a hotel this nice. . . ❜ he laughs , though the way he glances away shows his uneasiness with her distraction. did she not love him anymore … ? things were going so well. was it brody ? it was his leg , wasn’t it ? he shakes his head & tries to just focus on not burning himself.
she’s never had a really difficult time reading him, and the uneasiness on his face was immediately noticeable. of course, her reason for pivoting the conversation had nothing to do with him, or at least nothing that she perceived to be wrong with him. rachel can see how he might think that, especially considering how he’d explicitly told her he still loves her and she then chose to focus on cooking. she’d been protecting herself but not considering how that might feel for him. she’s not quite sure how to recover from this one, but she tries, and she tries with honesty. “hey ... you know i ... you know i feel the same, right?” she glances over with hopeful eyes, her voice quiet. “when i said i’d always be that girl who freaked you out the first day we met, i ... i meant that.” she glanced back down again, watching the water boil. “i’m just ... i feel like i have to keep pinching myself, and ... reminding myself that this is just a visit. that ... you’re going to have to go back to ohio, and ... and i’m just going to have to stay here and miss you again. even though we aren’t ... well, even though we aren’t actually together.”
braveiisms:
finn couldn’t help the grin that spread across his features when rachel agreed. he was really trying to find something they could both enjoy. maybe this would be perfect. “awesome! awesome.. i’m really excited. they actually look pretty fun. oh, don’t tell anyone i have the house to myself or else puck will try and throw a party like he did at your place last year.”
she immediately shakes her head in assurance when he requests secrecy like she’d ever want anyone else infringing on their time. she’d never been the best at sharing. rachel allows her smile to grow when she sees him so visibly excited, no longer exercising much restraint. “ ... secret’s safe with me. i promise.”
“my mom said i’m not allowed friends over while she’s away but i guess.. i mean, it’s not like you’d wanna party or wreck the house or anything like puck. i bought some girly video games, i know you weren’t all that into call of duty but maybe we could try these?” @goldenstarred
she’s not quite sure what a girly video game entails, but she of course appreciates the thought and the effort. rachel offers a small smile, unable to completely hide the excitement she feels that he’s taken time to actually plan something, however small, for time they’re going to be spending truly alone. “sure. i’d be happy to try those.”
“i think we deserve to celebrate.” she’s smiling brightly, beaming with pride ( and it’s actually shared ). surely selling out the auditorium for a whole weekend was worthy of such a thing. “i don’t think people celebrate themselves enough when they deserve it, and ... i think our performances were nothing short of stellar, and i think we should treat ourselves a little.”
@wrblr ♡’d
“oh, no, i ...” she glances down at the red stain on her sleeve. looks like she missed a spot in the bathroom, or maybe the hand soap provided there was simply not strong enough for red dye number forty. “no, it’s not from a cut, or anything, it’s ... i think i must’ve just wiped my face with my sleeve earlier and not cleaned up well enough.”
@c0kehead ♡’d
cold weather sentence starters
the air is chilly, but the fluff is warm
“It’s hand holding season.”
“I got the biggest blanket for us to share.”
“Get outside– you can see your breath in the air!”
“Your cheeks are so red; it’s so cute!”
“I’m not letting you forget an umbrella ever again.”
“My mom made soup and sent some for me to give to you.”
“I got us matching fuzzy socks.”
“This scarf isn’t big enough for two people.”
“If your hands get cold, you can put them in my pockets.”
“Maybe if I kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.”
“I don’t care if it’s freezing, I want to walk through the park!”
“I made hot chocolate.”
“Hug me; I’m cold and love you.”
“Your coat makes you look like a penguin.”
“Are you really walking in public wrapped in a blanket?”
“My bunny slippers are too cool for you.”
“These roses cost extra because of the season– I hope you’ll give me extra kisses as thanks.”
“Are you cold? Let’s cuddle, it’ll make you warmer.”
“What time is it? Don’t answer, it’s Christmas.”
“If it snows, wake me up.”
“I thought it would get warm in the day, but I was wrong.”
“You stole another of my hoodies, didn’t you?”
“Christmas songs this early?”
“Please stay warm; I don’t want you to get sick.”
“I refuse to let you go– I’m cold.”
“It’s icy outside– also, can you help me limp to the couch?”
“I don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.”
“I’m glad I get to spend this season with you.”
“You’re my designated cuddle-buddy tonight so stay close.”
“Pajamas and movies sounds really nice.”
“Your favorite winter drink was back on the menu, so I got it for you.”
“Can we take holiday card pictures together?”
“Your cheeks are rosy and cute.”
“Are you shivering?”
“I ran you a bath since it’s freezing outside.”
“Stay in bed with me, it’s warmer here.”
“I don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.”
“I know you’re excited about the snow, but please put on better shoes than slippers!”
“The cookies and I are the only things hot this season.”
“I bought you a beanie! Isn’t the pompom cute?”
“Are you blushing or cold?”
“Oh, darn, I seem to have forgotten my mittens– please warm my hands?”
“Is it too early for Santa hats?”
“I don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.”
“Well, you can never have too much hot chocolate.”
“I’m gonna stay up and wait for it to snow.”
“Being with you makes the season even better.”
“Since it’s cold should I start calling you ‘snow angel’?”
“Matching hoodies!”
“Are you going to share this coat with me all night?”
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“i am not sick,” she protests with all the strength she can possibly muster, though the weakness in her tone and the paleness of her face and the bags beneath her eyes all say otherwise. “we have glee rehearsal in five minutes and i’m not going to be late.”
@gleeleader ♡’d