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I am lucky to be among the group of writers at @thegleeoutsiders-rp and everybody is amazing with their character portrayals. I wanted to spotlight some of my absolute favorites: Jake (@hickeybyjake), Marley @hopelessly-sandradee, Kurt (greaserhummel), Brittany (@bsocialpierce) and Sam (@greaserevans) Sky, Ash, Yuffie, Rose, and Robyn’s characters are so IC, even in an AU verse, and I love seeing them on the dash.

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[ 📲 • sms ] —— didn’t you get my last text?

[ 📲 • sms ]I did, Evans. The issue is I was with my lacky slash protege, Jake, and what you sent me wasn’t suitable for virgin slash heterosexual eyes, therefore I had to close as quickly as I could, and I forgot to text back.

[ 📲 • sms ]I don’t want to scar him. He’s already been a Greaser and I think that’s done enough damage. You understand.

[ 📲 • sms ]…No offense?

#answered #answered: ask meme #greaserevans

✣ bringing them food

Laughter and playful taunts rang through the night air followed by the familiar splash of lake water. This was what Santana had lived for, nights where she and the gang could put all the bullshit aside and have fun. But tonight was different. The grill was going, filling the air with a delicious aroma, but it did nothing to spark the interest of her empty stomach. The beers she’d been passed lay unopen at her feet.

These were nights she lived for and she wanted nothing more than to go back to the solemn shelter of her empty bedroom. The loss of her father still weighed heavily upon her, making every happy moment around her a reminder that she would no longer hear her father’s laughter or see his bright smile. The thoughts were almost too much to handle sober and she toyed with the idea of picking up a bottle to drown her sorrows. But, before she could reach for that beer, her thoughts were interrupted by a plate of food being brought into her line of sight. Her chocolate hues traveled up the length of the male arm connected to the plate until her gaze came to a stop at the friendly face of Sam Evans.

Silently, she took the plate, expecting that to be the end of it but soon found the other Greaser taking a seat beside her. His gaze on her made her skin itch and she fought the urge to fidget under those watchful azure orbs. Instead, she picked at the food before her, reminding herself that he only had the best of intentions. “Thanks,” she muttered, shifting her focus away from her food to offer Sam a sad and forced smile. He didn’t offer her a smile in return, didn’t say a word and she was thankful for it. She didn’t want to talk, she didn’t need a shoulder to cry on but, somehow, just having Sam there made the ache in her chest lessen slightly. “Thanks,” she said once more, eyes fixing back onto her plate of food, though this time it held a different meaning. She didn’t know if he understood but he remained by her side and, for that moment, that’s all that mattered.

#m: replied #greaserevans

❛ I can’t believe you told me that. ❜

As Sage slowed to a stop, her friends continued on, snickering among themselves. The blonde trained her eyes on the Greaser, brows raised in slight disbelief that he’d actually dared to respond at all. “What I can’t believe is that I bothered to mention your mouth when there’s, clearly, so much more wrong with you. But you can’t blame a girl for being a little too fixated on that mouth of yours. Do people even look you in the eyes or are they too transfixed by the sheer size of it that thing? Reminds me of a muppet, actually. – Why does it even bother you? I mean, isn’t Trouty Mouth basically your name at this point?” Sighing, Sage turned away from him, flipping her golden locks over her shoulder as she began to make her way down the hall. “You know what? Don’t answer that. I really don’t care and I’m late for practice.”

#m: replied #greaserevans

“What, are you jealous? That’s hot.“

The only indication that Sam’s words had any effect on Santana was in the narrowing of her eyes. There was no way that she could be jealous. What did she have to be jealous about anyway? Just because she was here trying getting her flirt on with Trouty Mouth and his eyes happened to be on someone else rather than the awesome cleavage she was currently sporting didn’t mean that her angry little outburst had to be jealousy. Nope. No jealousy here. And the simple fact that Santana was never turned down when she actually made the effort, making Sam the first, didn’t mean anything. “Keep dreaming, Evans. The only reason I’m even here with you is that Puck’s nowhere to be found.” And now that she was thinking about it, it was all Puck’s fault. If he’d just shown up like he was supposed to she wouldn’t be in this predicament. And she definitely wouldn’t have to deal with that knowing look that Sam continued to throw in her direction.

#m: replied #greaserevans