#btrjoseph

[makeitbad-smythe-blog]

Text || J Smythe Squared

Jude: You still don't watch the episodes, right?

[makeitbad-smythe-blog]

Text | JJ

Jude: I need your help.

[blainerboa-blog]

F2F || [JJ & Blaine]

It did turn out to be late - like, dead late, late to the point of feeling like he’d practically bought out the coffee house had it not been the lonely couple heartily invested in their hushed argument over a few cold lattes, stowed far in the corner with enough of a flickering bulb hanging over their heads to draw Blaine’s tired eyes their way, try as he might to mind his own business. But, when business consisted of pushing his own mug around in slow circles with the tips of his fingers until it’d turned into the world’s most boring game of table hockey with the coffee he’d ordered JJ sitting just across the tabletop, entertainment was slim pickings.

Things felt better than they had just the week earlier, and it was tough to shake that sense of guilt at having had given JJ the full extent of his coldest shoulder, no matter how brief or half hearted of an effort it’d been - and for what? Tough were the issues he’d made up in his mind, and tougher were the apologies that centered around the lame excuse that Blaine had just felt... funny. Once the tinny little bell at the door had broken the silence, he picked his head up and shot JJ a smile. “Bienvenidos, nerd,” Blaine threw an arm out and gestured towards the empty seat, grandiose as if there were really any chance he didn’t already stick out like a neon light.

[brittsintheclouds-blog]

f2f: jjittany

Brittany gingerly set Lord Tubbington into the passenger side of her car, closing the door and walking around to the other side. She knew JJ would have plenty of blankets at his house but brought some of her own to supplement their stash. She was sure of one thing–making blanket forts was always a ton of fun. Britt was feeling numb, like she was just going through the motions of her life and she knew this would help cure it. Stepping onto the front porch of the Smythe house, she knocked and waited for JJ’s answer, only holding her cat and a bag of caramel popcorn for because carrying the blankets as well as Tubs sounded like a disaster waiting to happen.

[hudshudson-blog]

Text ✉ JJ

Hudson: DUDE

Hudson: SCARLET WAS LIKE THE BEST DATE EVER

Hudson: Also sorry about your face, I think?

[therosescarlet]

F2F || Scarseph

Scarlet knew this was all at least a level seven on her own scale of ‘shit she shouldn’t do’ but they both said they were over each other, right? That meant it was totally normal for her to go over to his house as his friend. That’s what they were now, what they agreed on being. Friends. So maybe Scarlet hadn’t been completely honest when she said she was over it 100% but she knew for a fact that she was going to run on impulse. They were going to be normal, damn it. Or at least as normal as they could be. Walking down his street, Scarlet knocked his door, shuffling back and forth on her scuffed up boots as she waited for him to answer.