#indiesamevans

[sheeprps]

[ 📱 — sms ] i need somewhere to crash. (utg!samtina)

[ three hours later ]  [text] oh god, do you still need a place? sorry my meeting was running late. 

[jesstasticvoyage]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!

This goes out to everyone. *hugs*

[blaineandsamevanderson]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? Make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe!

*All the virtual hugs!*  

[ktellmeastory]

“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” (marley x alex)

“You can’t talk to me when I’m like this?  I can’t talk to you at all!”

[see-jess-write]

leaving you was the hardest thing i ever had to do. (fabrevans)

This wasn’t a conversation Quinn wanted to have with him. She was a day away from returning to New York, her vacation wonderful yet painfully short. Their little boy, who wasn’t so little anymore but Quinn struggled to see him as an actual ten year old, was a short ways from them with a book in hand. It’d been a beautiful afternoon and the umbrella kept them in the shade. Most of the tourists were away from them, and Quinn was thankful to Blaine for sharing this place with them so they can have a semblance of privacy. 

“Can we not talk about this...” Quinn tried not to look at him, glad she chose to wear sunglasses because she rather Sam not see the sadness in her eyes. “Not right now. Not with Isaac here.”

[theindieblainewarbler]

Sebastian was forced to join this “foreign exchange student” program as a way to get some extra credit, but he was hoping nothing would come of it. Unfortunately, life had other plans and now he was on his way to the airport with his mom to pick up some kid named Sam Evans from Nowhere, USA. She made a lame sign with his name on it and everything, definitely more excited at having an American boy in the house than he was.

It wasn’t that the idea of another person in the house bothered him, it was the fact that he has to take time out of his very...busy schedule to show Sam around and basically take him under his wing. That was what bothered him. Not to mention his mother almost made them share a room until his father said otherwise, she never told him what he said to get her to change her mind, but Sebastian had a feeling it was something along the lines of “we can’t give Sebastian an easier way to seduce our guest.” Which, while he disagreed, at least let him have his own room.

He was lost in his own thoughts on the quickest way to ditch this guy when they get back to the Smythe house when his mother started grabbing his arm and pointing at a blonde that matched the picture they were given, calling out “Sam Evans!” in her thick French accent. It was only when the other teen got closer did he realize how attractive he was, which then caused a whole load of other thoughts to pop into his mind. “Bonjour! C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer. Je suis Amélie et voici mon fils, Sebastian. Bienvenue à Paris!” (Hello! It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Amelie and this is my son, Sebastian. Welcome to Paris!) For a few moments, said son was just staring at the blonde, and it occurred to him that there’s a large chance he doesn’t know French. Luckily, he’s learned enough English from joining his father on business trips. “She said it’s nice to meet you, and welcome to Paris. I’m Sebastian Smythe.”

@indiesamevans

[ktellmeastory]

“You know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey.” (rachel x sam?)

Rachel nodded as she took a sip of her wine and took in the blond boy sitting in front of her.  How interesting it had been to come to this speed dating night to find herself sitting across a table from Sam Evans of all people.  “I do know that...although I guess the whiskey is probably a newer things, unless you were just that good at hiding that love when we were younger” she teased with a small smile and laugh.  “Um...Well I still love Broadway, skirts and drinking water when I’m sad...”

[see-jess-write]

have you already forgotten how good we used to be together? (samcedes)

It shouldn’t be this hard. Mercedes came to celebrate he dad’s 50th birthday and she thought getting in touch with Sam wouldn’t be such a bad idea. They sent countless Snaps to each other and FTed whenever she had free time. 

Fun things. 

The things friends do.

They were at the store and she wanted to get the perfect gift for her dad. Something he’d actually use and not try to pawn off to some friend or to their church. 

She’d been looking at a couple of tablets, not sure which to go with, and had he phone with all the specs with each one when Sam asked the unexpected, “Have you already forgotten how good we used to be together?”

Was this first time this was brought up?

No.

Was this the best time to bring it up?

No. 

Her phone lowered and Mercedes’ head cocked to the side, “Are you serious right now, Sam Evans? We’re in the middle of the store and you want to ask me if I forgot about us?” Her phone shut up and she set it in her pocket. 

She went up to him, trying her best to not let their history cloud he judgement but they lived in separate cities and she had a career to focus on. Mercedes’ didn’t want to hurt her best friend’s feelings but she also didn’t think it safe to admit she thought about about how things used to be with them. 

Far, far too often.

A hand went to his cheek and for the moment her soft gaze looked into those green eyes, immediatly recognizing that look he always gave her ever since they got together back in high school. 

“No.” she shook her head and talked to him, as if they were the only ones in that store. “I haven’t. We had good times. God, I can’t begin to tell you how fun things were for us. But I can’t think about that now, Sam. We’ve got two different lives right now. You’ve got your job at McKinley and I’m this close to finalizing my album.”She paused, “You know I’ll always have a special place for you in my heart...” Her hand lowered but she took his hand next; not ready to break contact.

“Lets talk about this again another time.” She squeezed his hand. “Okay?” 

[karoskyintheopen-blog]

A Little Reminiscing

@indiesamevans

Dave: Hey

Dave: Is this still Sam Evans phone number?

[sheeprps]

[ 📱 — sms ] did you just propose to me over text message? (dallas!sambastian)

[text] what if I did? [text] this is what i’m thinking: you and i just let loose, we go to some little church on top of the hill and just do this thing. tonight. [text] truth be told sam, i never thought once that i would ever get married. i’ve thought over and over since i was 16 that i wasn’t going to wake up the next day. [text] i want to know right here and right now if you want to do this because im ready to come get you.

[jesstasticvoyage]

In the RP Community there is a difference between being a good rper and a popular rper and there’s only so many good rpers. You are one of the Best! Send this to fellow good rpers. Especially those who may struggle in believing they are. 💗 You are simply amazing and deserve all the praise you receive!! ♥️♥️

THANK YOU!!!!pajfpeapfpoajpoiapoeopopi

[ktellmeastory]

“I get drunk, but it’s not enough.” (gabby x steve?)

Gabby gave him a small smile and brushed his hair back from his face.  She had never really seen him like this, so gone, so helpless and it broke her heart.  “I know it isn’t” she murmured.  “I’m here you know...if you need me...I can’t make it stop...but I can be here for you”

[see-jess-write]

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “ (Cade)

Usually Cassia isn’t one to interrupt whatever Wade wanted to do. Usually she hops right in and join in whatever he has going on. But when she came into the room and found him in his unicorn onsie and sitting on the floor, something didn’t seem right. 

Cassia bounced from one foot to the other and considered bringing the edibles she made for him, very elaborate cake pops made to look like actual tiny cakes. 

Buuuuut, she decided to go into his room first and crawled right into his lap. 

“Let me get some kisses from you first.” she said, not asking if something was on his mind. He probably just wanted to enjoy the music and she could be thinking more than necessary. 

[penthony]

mistletoe - on purpose - Crossberg

Laura had invited him over for a small kip, a drink and a chance to get to know one another a little better. It was all she could really say to get him to come over without straight up asking if he wanted to have sex. He was her future husband after all, and given the situation they were in, she wanted to take it slow - get to know him. They had the next couple of years together before they could change anything after all. 

They had shared a kiss before, so her placing mistletoe at the front door of her apartment was no big deal, but it was still her sneaky way of getting a kiss from him without outright asking. 

Just as she was putting some ice in some glasses, she heard the knock on the door to her apartment. Suddenly her stomach flipped and she felt some heat move to her cheeks. Laura felt like a 15 year old again, which was both amazing and terrifying at the same time. 

With a deep breath, she made her way to her front door and opened it with a bright smile. “Well hey there handsome, welcome to my place.” She held up a hand as he began to step past the threshold and nodded towards the mistletoe hanging up in the doorway. “You can repay me with a hug, or kiss on either the forehead, cheek or lips - whatever you feel comfortable with.” She mused, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she waited for his reaction. 

[smythismsnope]

“So I was thinking maybe for summer break...if you wanted to, you could come to Paris with me for a few weeks? @indiesamevans