#I'm glad he and chris are getting back on the right path

[makorragal-312]

So far, Eddie has managed to start talking Chris with again and reclaim his power as his father by taking him out of the toxicity that was his parents.

So hopefully, the last step will be him addressing his feelings with Shannon and the situation with Kim so that he can have his gay awakening and start making his way back down to L.A with Chris.

Because if that's not the final step in all this, then the lead-up to this arc and the potential queerness of this arc is gonna be the a massive storyline L for the ages.

[afrsconp]

Random thoughts on Ghosts S04E16:

I'm glad he didn't get hurt again AND got to kiss a hot guy with apparent pecs of steel but come on, give my boy Nigel a break. T_T Let him have a guy who won't treat him badly! But it was so nice to see him happier and smiling though - he deserves it. <3

Loved the contrast of Nigel's ease with men vs Isaac's extreme awkwardness. Nigel's very charming, and you can see why his body count was so high. But it also just emphasises how much he loved/loves Isaac, too - he can move fast if he wants to, and he has no problem with getting physical right away, but for Isaac, he waited (FOR CENTURIES!!!) until Isaac was ready. Isaac was never just another guy to him.

I'm pretty sure now that an actual Nisaac reunion won't happen until next season at the earliest.

Isaac immediately assuming he and Chris were soulmates casts even more doubt on whether he ever loved Nigel at all, but I actually kind of like that idea now? Because if Nissac are endgame (and I still believe they are), it means that we'll get to see Isaac fall in love with Nigel for real, and with Nigel seemingly on the path to getting over his heartbreak, there's a possibility that Isaac won't know if Nigel still feels the same way. And sad pining!Isaac is something I really, really want to see.

Isaac's character growth is shown wonderfully here. He was genuinely concerned about Nigel getting hurt again and even though the lie may well come back to bite him in the ass if/when Chris comes back, his first instinct was still to protect Nigel's feelings. I think the old Isaac would've gotten jealous that Chris preferred Nigel and then rubbed the truth about Chris's indifference in Nigel's face.

The other ghosts being a Greek chorus to the Hetty/Sunil stuff was hilarious.

Loved Jay getting to see and interact with Hetty, and that Hetty got to have a sweet date with a kind man.

Not loving the continued virgin jokes though, which feel like cheap shots. Do better, show.

[pollka1]

Hihihi!! 😋 I’m craving Chris x Reader

Could you maybe write something where Chris and the reader are at like a hangout or something with everyone else, but they kinda disappear to go hangout by themselves ?

Ofc I can! I've never actually wrote a reader fic so pls work with me 😭😭

I like me better when I'm with you

Everyone was here—Josh, Sam, Ashley, Mike, Jess, Emily, Matt—just unwinding before the real weekend plans kicked off tomorrow. It was a rare moment, all of them together without some kind of drama stirring yet.

You sat close to Chris on the couch, shoulders occasionally brushing. He was animated, throwing in dorky jokes that only half the group caught, but you noticed. You always noticed Chris.

At some point, the air started to feel a little too crowded. Too many voices. Too much noise. Chris must have noticed too, because he nudged you gently with his elbow and nodded toward the back door.

"Wanna ditch these weirdos for a bit?" he whispered, a mischievous grin playing at his lips.

You smiled and nodded, following him quietly outside.

The chill of the night nipped at your skin, but it was refreshing compared to the stifling warmth inside. Chris led you along a barely lit path through the woods behind the cabin, hands stuffed awkwardly in his jacket pockets. Eventually, you both found a small clearing where the stars were wide and clear overhead.

"Man," Chris said, tilting his head back to look at the sky. "You don't get views like this often."

You watched him for a moment, the way the moonlight caught in his hair, the faint outline of his glasses catching a glint.

"Yeah," you agreed softly, but you weren't really talking about the stars.

For a few minutes, you both just stood there, breathing in the cold air, letting the quiet settle around you. No interruptions. No fake smiles. Just the two of you.

Chris finally turned to look at you, a little nervousness flickering in his expression. "Uh...I’m really glad you came this weekend."

You smiled, heart warming. "Yeah? I’m glad I came too."

"I mean, I would've come either way," he said quickly, cheeks flushing a bit. "Josh basically dragged me. But knowing you were gonna be here...made it way better."

You felt a flutter in your chest. "Really?"

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. You’re kinda my, I don't know...comfort zone, I guess."

The words were so genuine, so Chris, that it hit you harder than you expected. He wasn’t just being sweet. He meant it.

You took a step closer, your boots crunching softly on the frozen grass. "You’re my comfort too, Chris."

He looked at you, really looked at you, like he was seeing you for the first time. His nervousness seemed to melt away a little, replaced by something softer. Something hopeful.

"I, uh..." Chris hesitated, then blurted, "I think about you a lot. Like...more-than-friend thinking."

You felt your heart race, your breath catching in your throat.

"I do too," you whispered, almost afraid to ruin the moment hanging between you.

Chris’s smile was small, almost disbelieving, like he couldn’t believe you’d just said that. He stepped even closer, now only inches away. You could feel the warmth of him, even in the cold.

"You mean it?" he asked quietly, voice shaking just a little.

You nodded, cheeks burning from more than just the cold. "Yeah. I mean it."

For a second, he looked like he wasn’t sure what to do. Then he laughed, a breathless, relieved kind of laugh, and gently took your hand in his, squeezing it like he was afraid you'd disappear.

"I, uh, I wanna do this right," he said, voice low. "You deserve that. Not just some dumb weekend fling."

You squeezed his hand back. "I don’t want just a weekend thing either."

Chris’s face lit up, his whole body relaxing like a weight had lifted off him. "Good. 'Cause...I think you’re kinda it for me."

You smiled so big it hurt, heart pounding as Chris leaned in, slow and careful, giving you every chance to pull away if you wanted.

You didn’t.

When his lips met yours, it was soft and tentative, the kind of kiss that promised more, but wasn't in any hurry. It was the kind of kiss that said I’ve been waiting for this, and somehow, you realized you had too.

When you pulled apart, he was grinning like an idiot, and you couldn't help but laugh softly.

"You’re stuck with me now," he teased, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Good," you whispered. "I’m not going anywhere."

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Thirteen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing word count: 2.8k a/n: y'all.

pov: matt

"Stay here and get rid of that. I'll go talk to her," Allie stepped in front of me when I tried to follow after Layla but I pursed my lips, letting out a huff before nodding. She ran off after Layla and I turned around looking at the hateful writing on the locker.

On a whim and poor decision-making, I stepped in front of the locker and looked around the hall of people surrounding the locker before yelling, "Whoever wrote this I will beat your fucking ass. You can all fuck off now!"

With that, a few people scattered away quickly while other's eyes lingered, pretending to talk about something else but it was clear they were still looking at me in front of the locker.

"Bit dramatic," Chris raised his eyebrows as he looked at me and I furrowed my eyebrows further, my nostrils flaring in anger.

"Do you see what they wrote Chris?" I pointed to the locker behind me angrily, "People should be glad I'm not fighting every single one of them to figure out who did this."

"People are dicks. Layla knows that," he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at his lack of empathy.

"She has to deal with people whispering shit like this about her all day every day. Now it's plastered on her fucking locker and all you have to say is 'people are dicks'?" I looked at him in disbelief and he dropped his head, "Get the fuck away from me, Chris. I don't want to talk to you right now."

"No need to be an asshole about it," he mumbled as he walked away towards his locker and I balled my fists trying to keep myself calm. I had never felt this type of anger on someone else's behalf before but I felt like I couldn't control it.

"What did you just fucking say?" I asked him loudly making him turn around and I stepped towards him. I felt eyes turn towards me again but I brushed them off.

"Matt," Nate stepped in between Chris and I, "I get that your pissed but Chris isn't the person you're mad at right now."

"It sure feels like it," I said through gritted teeth and Chris shook his head, walking further down the hallway as I bit my lip.

"Listen to me," Nate shoved me backwards to get my attention, "We're gonna get rid of this before Layla gets back and then we're gonna figure out who did this. Then, and only then, you can beat someone's ass and it's not gonna be Chris's."

I clenched my jaw, looking down at him with pure anger but I let it slowly subside, knowing that I looked like a fucking psycho getting so aggravated about this. I let out a heavy breath and suddenly Nick returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cloth.

"Where did you even get that from?" Nate asked in confusion as Nick handed me the bottle and cloth.

"Nurses office," he shrugged and I gave him a thankful nod. I began scrubbing at the letters drawn on the locker, trying not to think about it too much knowing it would send me into a fit of rage. After a couple minutes of using elbow grease and pure determination, I managed to get it all off without a trace. Just as I closed the lid on the bottle, the first bell rang for everyone to head to their classes and our peers dispersed into the classrooms.

"I'll take it back. You can go to class and make sure Layla's okay," Nick offered and I gave him a thankful smile and nod before handing him the bottle and cloth.

I quickly walked to my locker, threw my backpack inside and grabbed my book for my English class. I sped down the hallway, swinging the door open to see Mrs P staring at me with an unimpressed look.

"Matt, you're late," she said blandly, a slight shock on her face at me being late to class.

"Sorry, I was dealing with something," I answered as I closed the door behind me.

"Take a seat please," she said kindly and I nodded, walking to the back of the class where I now always sat. Layla was in her seat, hood on and head down in shame. I felt a wave of anger fall over me again seeing her upset but I didn't let it show as I looked at her, "Layla. What did I say about your hood?"

"Sorry," Layla mumbled so quietly I wasn't sure if Mrs P had even heard her before she slid the hood off of her head. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were puffy, my heart breaking inside my chest that this had gotten to her so easily. I hated seeing her sad, it made me want to wrap her in my arms and keep her safe from anything that could upset her ever again.

I ignored Chris who was to my right as he worked on his English paper and I looked over at Layla before I leaned over whispering, "You okay pretty girl?"

She nodded in response while looking ahead. To most, they would think her expression was blank and unreadable but I had spent so much time just looking at her that I knew her mouth was twitching ever so slightly because she was upset. A heavy weight fell on my chest, feeling helpless that I couldn't do anything to make her feel better.

"You wanna get McDonalds at lunch?" I asked her again quietly and she shook her head, still not speaking. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, falling back into my seat. I ripped a piece of paper off of a blank page in my notebook, scribbling what I wanted to say quickly and hoped she wouldn't judge my third grade hand writing.

I slid the paper over to her and I studied her reaction, my heart warming when a glimmer of a smile peaked onto her lips. She quickly wrote something beneath what I had written before handing the note back to me.

I grinned at the paper before folding it up and placing it into the pocket of my jeans, feeling like a kid in middle school handing notes to his crush. I barely did anything the whole lesson, stealing glances at Layla any chance that I could without her noticing.

She caught me one too many times but it only led me to look at her more when I saw a smile peak through her pink lips once again. She covered her face with her hand a few times and I bit my lip to hide the goofy smile that was threatening to invade my face.

I was sure to Chris I looked like a lovesick puppy, I could feel the judgement radiating off of his cold heart. I was never like him with girls, he could fuck them once and never speak to them again. He could fuck them multiple times but still act like they'd never met around other people, I never understood how he did it, how he was so detached. It wasn't that he didn't love people, he loved our family and friends so much it often scared me what he would do for the people he loved, but he'd never been in love. He never seemed to care about romance or a girlfriend, he just wanted a quick fuck and nothing more.

I couldn't do that, I tried it twice and I regretted it every day of my life. I got too attached to the people I loved, I couldn't just leave and not think about it again. I didn't like a quick fuck, I wanted it to mean something. I wanted the person to mean something to me and I wanted to mean something to them.

I hope I meant something to Layla because she sure as hell meant something to me.

+++

She had disappeared again. I didn't see her for the rest of the day, not even after wandering around the school at lunch to check if she was smoking a cigarette in the snow.

"You find her?" Nate asked when I walked back to our table at the cafeteria and I shook my head, sighing as I sat between Nick and Mia.

"She's a big girl. She'll get over it," Mia rolled her eyes and I shot her a glare, not having any patience for her bullshit today.

"I probably should've mentioned this earlier," Allie started and I turned my head to look at her as she cringed slightly, "ButImayormatnothavehernumber."

"Allie!" I yelled dramatically as I threw my hands in front of me, "You couldn't have told me that before I wandered around the school for 20 minutes?"

"I didn't think you were serious!" she defended and I closed my eyes, letting out a huff but I couldn't stay mad at her, "I'll send it to you now. I'm sorry."

"You should've seen him during English," Chris spoke up making me look at him as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, "Bro looked like Tom and Jerry floating towards a pie on the window with the heart eyes he was doing the whole time."

"Are you seriously gonna call her?" Mia asked, her tone annoyed and I pulled my phone out of my pocket, not sparing her a glance as I quickly clicked on the contact that Allie had sent me before it began ringing.

"Hello?" her soft voice rang through my ear and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Layls, where are you?" I asked immediately and there was a brief silence on her end of the line.

"Matt, how did you get my number?" she asked quietly and I shook my head, ignoring the fact she couldn't see me.

"Allie gave it to me. Where did you go?" I asked again and she once again fell silent, "Layls?"

"I went home," she mumbled before I heard a sniffle and my face dropped, "I just didn't wanna be at school."

"Are you okay, pretty girl?" I asked softly earning an eye roll from Mia, a gag noise from Chris and a frown from Nick in disgust. I threw up my middle finger before I got up and walked into the hallway.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she mumbled again and I sighed, throwing my head back onto the wall behind me, "You don't have to worry about me. Nothing I haven't dealt with before."

"It's fucking bullshit," I grumbled before I let out a breath, realising that my anger wouldn't help her right now, "Can I come over?"

"You should stay at school," she answered quickly and I once again shook my head.

"Layls I wanna make sure yo-"

"Pretty boy," she cut me off, the nickname making my heart swell in my chest, "I'll be fine... Can't be too bad of an influence on you and make you skip all your classes."

"What about after school?" I asked and she hummed. I knew I sounded needy and annoying but I wanted to see her, I wanted to make sure she was okay.

"Yeah," she answered in almost a whisper, "My dad's staying out tonight so you won't have to jump the fence or anything."

I chuckled to myself before I nodded, "Okay. I'll see you soon, pretty girl."

"Bye, Matthew," she said softly before she hung up.

+++

The rest of my classes were spent waiting for school to finish. I practically ran to my car, impatiently waiting for Chris and Nick to arrive. They soon jumped in the car and before either of them could even close their doors fully, I was pulling out of the parking space.

"Dude I haven't even put my bag down yet!" Chris screeched as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"Matt, what are you doing?" Nick asked from the back seat before I heard his seatbelt click into place followed by Chris doing the same.

"I'm dropping you guys at home," I answered quickly as we made our way back to our house.

"I wonder where he's going after," Chris rolled his eyes dramatically but I ignored him as I sped down the road. After 5 minutes of driving in silence, I pulled up to the house and Chris jumped out without another word.

"Let us know if she's okay," Nick said before he jumped out of the car, sliding the door closed behind him. I took off down the road once again and before I knew it, I was at Layla's house.

I grabbed my backpack, remembering that Layla said not to leave anything valuable in the car. I made sure I had my phone and keys in hand as I jumped out, locking the door behind me.

I walked up to the door, sudden nerves hitting me as I stood on the front porch. I knocked twice and fiddled with my keys before I heard the quiet thud of footsteps. The door opened to reveal a tired-looking Layla and I smiled at her.

"Hey," I said softly and she swayed on her feet in my hoodie and the shorts she had worn when I came to pick her up before the game.

"Hi," she answered in the same tone before looking around outside, "You should come in before you get kidnapped."

"Right," I answered quickly as she stepped behind the door and I walked in. She closed the door behind me before locking both locks and spinning around to look at me.

"Stop being so nervous. You're freaking me out," she said with a frown and a slight smile.

"Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you're okay," I pursed my lips before she smiled at me fully. She walked past me and down the hallway as my eyes couldn't help but travel to the small shorts she wore peaking out from under my hoodie.

God, she looked so good in my clothes.

"You gonna stand there and stare at me or follow me so I can get into bed? I'm freezing my tits off right now," she called, snapping me out of my trance and I coughed into my fist before nodding, following after her. She entered her room and I joined her, closing the door behind me.

"Do you have a heater?" I asked her and she nodded, jumping into her bed before pulling the covers over herself.

"Yeah but we can't afford to use it," she explained and I nodded understandingly, kicking off my shoes and sliding my backpack onto the floor beside them. She patted the space beside her and I smiled, sliding my jacket off before placing it over the covers on her, "Corny."

"Apologies for not wanting you to freeze to death," I answered as I rounded the mattress, sliding under the covers next to her. She took me by surprise when she wrapped her arms around my torso, pulling me closer to her as she laid her head on my chest. I smiled to myself as I wrapped a hand around her back, my left hand placing itself on her lower back.

"I hate people," she mumbled and I bit my lip, looking down at her. I looked at her rosy cheeks, the soft pale skin tinted red as her eyelashes fluttered with every blink.

"I know," I mumbled, my thumb running small circles on her back and she looked up to me, her calm expression bringing me a sense of peace.

"You make me hate people a little less," she said softly and I smiled down at her, my eyes glancing at her lips.

"I know," I whispered and she smiled up at me, my heart warming to see that she was feeling better, "You're so pretty."

"You're so corny," she giggled, still looking up at me with a light in her eyes I hadn't seen before, "But thank you."

"Look at you. Finally taking a compliment," my smile widened when she bit her lip and shook her head. I reached my hand forward, pulling her lips away from her teeth with my thumb while I held her chin with my index finger.

She looked so delicate when she was comfortable, when she didn't have her guard up. I wanted to see her like this all the time, I missed her when she put up her walls and I knew she wasn't like this with anyone else, at least for my own selfish reasons I hoped she wasn't. I left my hand under her chin, my thumb ran across her rough lips as I stared at her intently.

She had a small smile across her face, her breathing steady as her head tilted up towards me. I pushed my tongue between my lips to wet them and I caught her staring at them for a moment longer than usual. I instinctually leaned forward, my nose nudging hers as she let out a breath.

I let my eyes flutter closed for a moment as I whispered, "You don't know how beautiful you are, Layla."

A brief pause of silence filled the room and I prayed I hadn't pushed too far, scared that she would build her walls up around me again and trap me in my own mind. You could hear a pin drop, the tension was so thick I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Until she leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine and finally, I could breathe again.

tags:

@dsturniolo @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @pinklittleflower @thatcrazybitch-69 @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @ilovechrissturniolo1 @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturniolowhore @leprechaunbirthdaygirl

[adarkermiserablecrow]

Okay I've been awake for going on 36 hours and I tried to make this post last week but here we go

The lake, right. Season 7B made really damn sure we know the lake meant a lot to Shannon and Eddie. It's where they met, it was important to them. We are also told, explicitly, that Christopher loves the lake, and his grandparents took him there presumably within days of returning to El Paso.

The whole of this plot hinges on grief. Grief surrounding Shannon, the different ways Eddie and Chris have or haven't processed it. Eddie's approach in particular (though I maintain it wasn't really his fault) ends with Chris running to El Paso, to his grandparents, probably expecting to find comfort there, in the last place he truly had his mom, and far away from his dad who he's mad at.

But. But. 8x01 mentioned something that has lived in my mind rent free ever since. Helena and Ramon are taking Christopher to pool club, and thinking of installing their own pool for him, planning for the future. And as relates to the lake, you can argue they're trying to keep a substitute available, or that they are trying to foster Chris's love for the water that Eddie made sure survived the tsunami. We don't know for sure that they don't take him to the lake anymore, only that it has not been mentioned at all.

But symbolically, to me, it feels so much like erasure. A severing of this important link between Christopher and Shannon and, to some extent, Christopher and Eddie. That lake stands as a symbol and a relic of the time when Eddie and Shannon had been uncomplicated, young and happy, and, I cannot emphasise this enough, the show has connected it to Shannon. Eddie took Kim to the lake, for crying out loud!

And, I'm glad I didn't make this post last week because 8x02 gave me more brainrot on the matter. Because holy shit. Here's a falling plane, a desperate situation, and a father and his son who are grieving the mother. The father lets his son go, unsure of if or when the kid will come back, because the plane is falling, and only tells him 'I love you.' They were headed to Hawai'i because they were doing things the mother enjoyed to celebrate her birthday. I can't be the only one who reads Eddie and Chris into the whole of this, or at least a version of Eddie and Chris where they coped differently, or lost Shannon in, for lack of a better term, better circumstances.

And I wonder if Eddie will get to witness this father and son next episode, if this is what finally sets the stone rolling on fixing things with Chris, on finally moving forward, on finally celebrating Shannon.

And if the aforementioned erasure of the lake will move things along on Christopher's side, make him see both his parents and his grandparents differently.

This is (probably obviously) lead-up for an Eddie arc later in the season, and the opening of the path to moving forward, and I honestly think it's all going to come back to 'we do things she loved together to celebrate her' and that goddamned lake.

[queenofbaws]

Dunno how to do this emoji style but for the writing asks: the purple cyrstal ball, the one about porject bragging, and fav dialogue!

ohohohoooooo! don't mind it i do~ ;Dc

🔮 what are you hoping to write in the coming year?

so, so, sososososososo much like wringing blood from a stone 😭 i am PRAYING i sink back into the groove of that one, because i'm just so EXCITED about the story, and we're so CLOSE to a BUNCH of Big Fun Things that i've had planned for EVER, and aklsjdfklasjdfj i just really want to keep chugging along with that. if i could FINISH it, well...that would just be the cherry on top!!!!!

🪅 brag about any project you want to! tell us why we should be reading it RIGHT NOW!!!

oh lordy lordy......i didn't write it THIS year by ANY stretch of the imagination, but man alive have i been giving the not-quite-midnight society +1 a lot of thought lately!!!!

it's my take on an anthology fic - the blackwood gang sits around, telling each other spooky stories around a campfire all night! ...well. most of the night. see, there are some really weird noises up on the mountain, and there's been at LEAST one raccoon sighting, and...hey, there's no shame in getting creeped out, right? it's all in good fun! it's not like anything BAD ever happens up in the pines!!! :)c

hehehe i've been giving a lotttttttt of thought to a follow-up/sequel fic (or two.....) for this one, and just...IDK i think it's a really, really fun fic, it gave me an excuse to sort of flesh out ALL of the gang's character voices, and hey, i am nothing if not a cheesy horror girlie at heart - getting to write a handful of short horror stories was just TOO much fun!!! :P

💬 what dialogue are you most proud of?

honestly??? there are........roughly a zillion examples i could've yanked out of before the dawn, a bad moon rising, but EVERY TIME i got to write the hackett brothers interacting (and being miserable examples of humanity) felt like taking home the gold alskdjfkalsdjf FOR INSTANCE:

“Fuck Jack,” he heard Travis say, and he had to imagine Caleb and Kaylee were having the time of their lives if they were listening to them carry on over the ham radio back home. They had a drinking game for their hunting chatter, see; if memory served, the catchphrase was good for a full shot. “These two just stumbled through one of his goddamn waystations. Like the creepy hieroglyphics aren’t bad enough, he left a fucking mountain of cigar stubs lying around! So much for keeping a low profile—motherfucker hung sage. Over.” “The Miracle Men don’t like it! Over.” “The Miracle Men. Don’t. Have. Noses. Bobby. Over.” Oh, he was so glad Trav wasn’t being weird about any of this. He was so, so glad. “You don’t need a nose to smell, Trav. Over.” “You...okay, I don’t have time for this bullshit. Over.” “No, you don’t,” Chris sighed, watching as Ms. Leather Jacket took to inspecting one of the totem poles marking the end of the path. She circled around it, hands on her hips, and he heard her murmur something about it being creepy. He kept his eyes on her and Mr. Letterman Jacket as he sank lower into the snow, retaining as much body heat as he could by keeping his extremities close to his torso. “You got a couple of horny kids to chaperone, after all. I’m sure they’re keeping you real busy. Over.”

year in review writing asks!

[therhythmafterthesummer]

it's been a while rhythm!! how is everyhting??

i have yet to read some of your latest works, but life has been a little bit hard lately and i found myself missing our dearest pack 🥺 unfortunately i don't have time rn to re read my fav one shots, but this week it's being kind of a parenthesis and i can breathe a little 一some needed rest before i dive in university life again.

i've seen what other anons said about the girls gang (wereroomies, i mean) hanging out together and supporting each other. even with their hobbies, and i keep finding confort on pretty because i feel like i have so much in common with her. those asks helped me a lot because university is a lonely period, at least at the beginning and in my experience, so reading about how they enjoy their time together made me realise i have to appreciate those little moments i have with my friends (who aren't studying the same degree as me, unfortunately i don't see them as much as i would like to).

these months have made me more mature, but in a good way. i have been carrying a very heavy load for years and little by little i'm noticing how it weighs me less and less, so i'm very happy rn. i'm in that kind of mood when i want to spread that happiness with everyone (so if you're reading this, known that you're amazing and loved and you deserve so much more that you think you do ♡).

oh, i also remember one time you mentioned that one hobby that pretty has is crochet!! i started this summer haha i crochet when i'm stressed, with a nice playlist 一which reminds me of skz's comeback!! what are your fav songs?? (mine comflex and cover me 🤭).

what i wanted to ask (this is a very chaotic ask i'm sorry) is how did pack members cope with loneliness and stressful seasons in university?? especially when they felt like there was no one they could tell how they felt, if that was the case...

i know i don't interact a lot, but i missed talking to you. have a nice day/night rhythm!! ily (❤️‍🩹)

things are doing fine! i'm tired but soon i'll be on holidays so i'll be able to rest lots hopefully~

don't worry, baby. my works will be there for when you have time💜💜💜 no need to stress about that, you've got enough of that in your life.

makes me happy that you can find some comfort in the silly conversations we've got going on in this blog. i'm glad people are kind enough to send in their thoughts and we can just have some fun with them together!

good friends should really be appreciated, and it's always worth it to nurture and maintain friendships, even if it's in a sort of cactus way (as in, maybe you don't meet often, but you know you can rely on them when you need them, you know what i mean?). that's really especial, so i hope you get to enjoy it to its fullest!

yes! i like to think pretty does crochet as a hobby, she just seems like she would, for some reason??? so yes hahah. i want to include it on an actual instalment at some point. it's cool that you picked it up too, though! it's really fun imo. putting a nice playlist or some video essay on youtube while you crochet is a good way to de-stress mewhehe.

i think my fave songs from the album so far are megaverse and social path (kor ver). all of them are good, but those two have me in a chokehold for sure.

as for your question...... here's the thing. werewolves live in packs for a reason, right? so, their pack was probably the biggest support they had in moments like those. i suppose they would've tried to lean on their friends, or to try and step back for a moment to put things into perspective. engaging in activities outside of school was probably a good outlet as well (like going on wolf runs, or going for a walk), just things they could do to remind themselves that there was life outside uni, and that ultimately it wasn't a race, they were there to learn, so as long as they learnt a bit, they could take their time.

i feel like Chris particularly would've struggled a lot, considering he was living alone alone during his first and second year. i can see him making the extra effort to meet with changbin and jisung weekly (or every two weeks) to avoid lone wolf syndrome.

thank you for dropping by and leaving this message! i hope that weight you're carrying continues getting smaller and smaller💜

[bikingdon]

''what you're doing right now is really stupid but you're cute and i can't help but laugh'' if it sparks inspiration pls pls

lorna this turned out so much longer than I anticipated so i really really hope you enjoy.

1.2K | fluff, love confessions, Eddie Diaz is a disaster (affectionate)

Buck tries not to think the worst when he gets a text from Eddie at 10pm simply consisting of the word help, but given their track record he can't really help it. He does his best to drive right on the speed limit, but he thinks to himself he wouldn't be surprised if a fine finds its way into his mail in the very near future.

He parks messily outside the Diaz house, stumbling over his feet slightly in his haste to get to the front door as he plucks the key (his key) from his pocket. The last time he used his key, Buck stepped into a warzone. Destruction had torn through Eddie's life, leaving scattered remains in its path, and Buck had made the conscious decision to step into that with his boys.

Many things had changed since that night - Eddie now had six months of therapy under his belt, a whole host of CBT techniques that Buck had spent many a late night researching (much to Taylor's chagrin, when she was still a factor). But, as with all things, they quickly discovered healing isn't linear - Eddie still had days where the ghosts of Afghanistan followed him around the walls of his home, and on days like that, all Buck knew to do was to be there. And he was. No matter the time, he'd be in it with Eddie.

He steps into the house, and is immediately concerned with the lack of noise. "Eddie?" he calls, dumping his keys and toeing his shoes off.

"In here!" he calls from Chris' room, and Buck immediately lets his shoulders droop. He knew that Eddie wouldn't be around Chris if he was having one of his episodes. Okay, he thinks as he moves towards his bedroom, things can't be that bad, no-one's hurt, it's all good -

The first thing he sees upon opening the door is Eddie shirtless, and his mind immediately tries to blue-screen. The second thing he registers is two giant paint-covered newspaper balls on the floor, and both Eddie and Chris covered in paint.

"What the hell." he deadpans.

"Buck!" Chris exclaims, throwing his arms up in delight. "I'm so glad Dad called you, we need your help."

"I can see that." He chuckles, stepping a bit further into the room and turning his attention on Eddie, eyes keeping a laser focus on his face. "Help with what, exactly? And why couldn't it wait until morning?"

Eddie smiles sheepishly, raising a hand and scratching at the back of his neck as his cheeks grow flushed underneath the paint covering them. "...Chris has a science project due tomorrow that we sort of forgot about."

Buck tries not to let it show on his face how endeared he is, chewing on his bottom lip. "What's the project?" he asks, turning his attention back on Chris.

"I have to make a model of my favourite planet - the best ones get to go on display for parent's evening!"

"Oh they do?" Buck drawls, fighting away the smile trying to appear on his lips. "Okay then, here's the plan: Chris, you've gotta go to bed buddy." Chris lets out a long groan that has Buck's heart clenching inside his chest at how grown up he's getting. "I know, I know, but trust me." he places a placating hand on Chris' shoulder, smiling reassuringly. "Your dad and I have this, okay? I was great at crafts at school."

"You were?"

"Mhm. We've got this in the bag, your dad and I, but you need to go to bed so that you don't fall asleep in school tomorrow."

"...Okay." Chris relents, nodding slowly. "But then, where are you guys gonna work?"

Buck flicks his eyes over to Eddie momentarily, before looking back to Chris. "Easy, dining room. It's much bigger. Plus," he leans down to stage-whisper, grinning cheekily. "It's closer to a sink so we can get the mess your Dad made cleared up."

"I heard that Buck." Eddie sighs. Buck winces slightly, but Chris is all giggles and smiles so he can't really bring himself to care too much. Eddie smiles at him then, all soft around the corner and tender in a way that Buck hasn't seen from him before - there's definitely something to examine there, but it'll have to wait until later. Eddie turns his attention back onto Chris then. "Go and get washed up. We'll get to work and we'll be done by the time you wake up tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Night dad, love you."

"Love you too bud, sleep well."

"Night Buck, love you."

Buck's breath catches in his throat, and he manages to choke out a quiet, "Love you Chris, sleep well."

Buck and Eddie move their work to the dining room, sitting on opposite sides of the table after agreeing on mercury as the planet of their choosing (It's just red Buck, Eddie had grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. It'll take us half the time.) Their working relationship translates seamlessly to fifth grade science projects it would seem.

Buck looks up after a while, butterflies filling his stomach at the sight before him. Eddie's hair streaked with red paint, tongue poking out from between his lips slightly as he focuses on painting tiny details into the surface of the planet, his skin bathed with the low light coming from the lamps lit around the room. He's adorable, sure, but the whole circumstance is just so damn ridiculous that Buck can't help but let out a snort that catches Eddie's attention. His head snaps up and he grins, all teeth and squinty eyes in a way that warms Buck from head to toe.

"What's so funny?" Eddie asks, tilting his head curiously.

"Just," Buck waves his hand around in the air, accidentally splattering paint onto himself. "This whole circumstance. If you'd told me a year ago we'd be sat together in your dining room finishing one of Chris' science projects together, I'd have probably laughed in your face."

"Yeah." Eddie sighs, eyes closing momentarily before opening again and boring into Buck's with an intensity that almost has him shivering. "A lot can change in a year, though."

"Yeah." Buck whispers, clearing his throat and focusing back onto his painting. "I suppose it can."

The room is silent for a few seconds, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. "Thank you." Eddie says, causing Buck to pause and look up from where he's laser focused on his side.

"What are you thanking me for?" He asks, confusion clear in his voice.

Eddie shrugs, leaning his chin on his closed fist as he looks into Buck's eyes, looking like he's searching for something. Not for the first time, Buck feels a little like he's been thrown into the deep end when it comes to Eddie Diaz. "You always show up when I need you to."

Buck nods then, smiling softly over at Eddie. "It's what you do for those you love. You show up." Easy as that. Simple as breathing. It isn't quite the candle lit dinner and path strewn with rose petals that he'd had in mind, but the smile he gets from Eddie in return is so blinding, he can't bring himself to mind.

Plus, a month later it's all proven to be worth it when they walk into Chris' school and see - on proud display - a scale model of Mercury made entirely from newspaper, red poster paint and glitter. Chris squeezes his hand from one side, Eddie from the other and Buck's never felt more whole.

[cephalonserotonin]

Devstream 170 Notes

This was a great stream, fun and full of antics, I recommend watching it for yourself. Regardless, here are my highlights :) Duviri spoilers will be under the cut.

Rebb's outfit… I say this every time, but god DAMN, fashion QUEEN

DUVIRI:

I'm glad the team is happy with it!! I loved the quest, and they should be proud of it :)

The devs waiting until they see the stats to make a call on the duviri paradox as a new player start is the right choice.

Is it just me, or is there some lack of alignment between Pablo and Rebb as far as game direction that wasn't there before? It could just be Rebb's mania from sleep deprivation. EDIT: expanded on later, as Pablo stabbed Rebb in the back by not responding to her slacks liking Leon Kennedy

As usual with my boy Pablo, everything he has said about decrees is on point. I'm glad he has acknowledged the progression curve on drifter with decrees is a bit nuts but still respecting how fun the power fantasy is. He's very aware of the delicate balance, and he is a good steward. I didn't know we'll likely be getting more decrees in the future, and I look forward to seeing them!!

So many of the fuckos on r/Warframe have been saying DE doesn't play or test on Steel Path, so Rebb talking about how she and Pablo did a run on Steel Path and how they recommend approaching it was VALIDATING

Dax-inspired Warframe??? 👀👀👀

Defense objectives in the Undercroft might be revisited later.

Rebb originally wanted 10 emotions. Oh my god I want to know what they were

Discussing Calm as a potential free roam mode… I would love this for me personally, because I love exploring and resource gathering.

Confirmation that sol/terra/luna is voiced by a guinea pig, the cutest that Chris on the sound team could find.

Kullervo: new Warframe

fuckinf. DAGGERS. a pincushion boy. He's so pretty and shiny He's got a voidy syandana:

my clanmate contributes "Kullorbo from my Warframes"

Gardening: We are now on Gardening Plan v 4, smaller than previous ambitions. Rebb regrets getting community expectations so high, and they simply have to acknowledge the limitations of the team size. No Dormiview Valley for us.

Gauss Deluxe: "Space Hermes meets Mecha"

His head goes UP

Acceltra concept, which… doesn't look like the acceltra at all lol

Gauss Deluxe Kaithe skin looks sick as all hell:

Tennocon 2023: Buy a digital pack to tennocon to receive… X-shaped (for Tenth Anniversary) Syandana, which I think is terrible and will clip into everything

Gorgeous rapier skin

A smattering of other customizations showed too quickly for me to take notes on.

Q&A I had to type all this v fast so it's paraphrased Q: More bosses? Pablo: We have plans for one more miniboss Q:Does it make a difference which name you choose for Sol/terra/luna? Rebb: it's a flavour choice Q: Crafting or housing in Duviri? Pablo: We looked at making the dormizone a third base (after orbiter/drifters camp). It's complicated. We are going to look at stats for drifters camp first. Kary: We would need a very good reason to rebuild all those machines

Rebb is very happy that Duviri is out, and will be even happier when the bugs are fixed, which the team is fully committed to doing. And then there was a round of shoutouts to the great voice actors in this update. And a joke about Rebb getting food poisoning while recording a steel path test run. Watch out for raw eggs.

[angstenthusiast]

Heeey, it's me again lol

What are all the ways Chris is gonna die in Stone Blue? Not sure if I missed a post of yours about it or if you have more.

OOOOH!!! I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS QUESTION!! THIS IS GONNA BE LOADS OF FUN TO ANSWER!! >:D

Okay so, I don't have everything figured out quite yet, but I can at least tell you about the stuff I've gotten figured out by this point in time.

The first way he goes out is the one time where he himself actually dies, the rest are either fake versions of him that were conjured up by the three gatekeepers or a replay of this memory in particular. He and Martin were exploring a cavern looking for any creatures that might be living there and just generally checking the whole place out. Chris had noticed that something was a bit off soon after they entered, and suggested that they leave a bit earlier than they had originally intended, but Martin convinced him into staying for just a bit longer so that they could continue to look around.

After a bit more exploring, a rockslide started while they were still inside, and the two of them attempted to book it out of there and head towards the exit. The whole cavern was shaking which was making it a bit harder to move, and Chris tripped over something while they were in the final stretch. It didn't stop him for too long, but it caught Martin's attention and caused him to turn around to possibly run back and help his brother if he needed it, and just as Chris was about to pick up speed again, a stalactite fell from the ceiling of the cavern above them thanks to all of the shaking going on and went straight through his stomach.

Obviously that stopped him right in his tracks, Martin froze for a second and then attempted to run over to him to help get him the rest of the way out of the cavern, but the rockslide finally caught up with them before he could get anywhere close, and it crushed Chris and got Martin stuck. Martin was dealing with less rocks where he was because he was closer to the exit, but Chris was not so lucky. He died there buried underneath a fuck ton of rocks and bleeding out.

What's even worse is that when the rest of the team finally got there, they couldn't even dig him out because of the shifting of the rocks he was buried beneath and the sheer number of them that were blocking their path, and the only reason they were absolutely sure he was dead was because they couldn't pick up any life signals no matter how hard they looked.

SO!!! That's how the real version of Chris passed! But how about the others? How do they go out?

The version of him that my friend Azzy has nicknamed "Mangled Corpse Chris", who the three gatekeepers created for a trial centered around seeing how Martin would respond to "terror," (or something like that, idk I'm still figuring it out,) dies by being crushed under a stone gate after chasing Martin throughout a section of the trial.

The fake version of Chris that is the most reminiscent of him out of all the ones that the gatekeepers come up with, (who I've nicknamed "Pale Blue Chris",) dies in Martin's arms from blood loss caused by an obstacle the two of them were dealing with just prior, before promptly turning to dust as the trial ends.

And if we were to count the version of Chris that is seen during the "Greatest Regret" trial, who is technically just a slightly altered memory, he dies the exact same way the real version of him did, impaled by a stalactite and then crushed under a rockslide.

Now, there are multiple other fake versions of Chris that show up throughout the trials, although they don't technically die in the same way as the others do. At worst, they just disappear at the end of the trial that they're in/just generally disappear if they're something like a hallucination from Martin caused by a lack of sleep, food, and water over the past 3 days spent going through these trials. Although they do find other ways to be of use to the plot and Martin's suffering.

Whether they're there to give Martin a false sense of hope, make him feel even more guilty for the real Chris's death, or just generally make him suffer even more, all the fake versions of Chris have some kind of purpose during these trials, they just aren't all executed in the same way.

Anywho!! That's about it in terms of all the different ways Chris goes out in this au. Thank you so much for the ask!! :D It was loads of fun to answer!!

I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!!

[megslovesbooks]

Dreamin’ of the West Coast: A companion playlist.

Liner notes below!

Oh gosh. The music in my head for this fic. Its a lot! I knew going in that it would have to be a big deal, music is always importing in my writing and since the world of this story is rooted in music I knew that I'd probably end up feeling pretty strongly about it. Some of the songs in this instalment are later additions than others, but some are cornerstone songs that really shaped where this story went. Here are my thoughts about them if you care to read.

Peaches Etude -- FINNEAS

We don't really get into it in this fic, but I definitely think that Eddie uses piano to self sooth, and I think he's been doing the same for Chris. I think this is a song he plays for his son, and when he's missing him as well. Soft and warm and home. Also, Finneas' whole vibe really resonates with my Eddie, so there will probably be more of his music in chapters to come.

Interstellar: First Step -- Performed by Kyle Landry

I went back and forth about what to use here, I knew it needed to be something sweeping and emotion as well as something incredibly technical to play. This is our chance to really understand just how good Eddie actually is, he doesn't get this gig just by being adorable you know. I debated for a while if a film soundtrack was too meta? But then I realized its my fic and i'm stealing all kinds of music to give these characters and I can do what I want so. I love this piece, it just does something to my insides every time I hear it. In my head, the part the band hears begins around the 5 minute mark, the way those last few minutes of music build is breathtaking and I love the image of that music just filling the empty space and the team just standing and listening in awe. As a side note, this is a different version than the one linked in the fic, I couldn't find this exact version on youtube.

West Coast -- OneRepublic

This is one of those cornerstone songs. The moment I heard it I knew it was for Buck. It speaks to his entire journey so beautifully and also its just so smooth and sexy. It speaks of brighter days and that spark of unquenchable hope in Buck that makes him so extraordinary. His path always leads to LA, to home. In this and every universe. I think this was one of his songs that made the band big...but it wasn't their breakout song...more to come on that.

The Maze -- Michael Schulte

This song is all vibes baby. Its about family and overcoming and speaks to who Station 118 are to each other, but it also just evokes the overall sound I imagine for the band.

Wild Turkey -- Amythyst Kiah

Ok. First. If you haven't listened to this woman PLEASE do, go check out everything she's ever done, you won't be sorry. She's a queer Appalachian musician and her music has changed my life. She's a local (to me) artist and is just exploding lately, I'm so glad, because the whole world needs to be listening to her. When I imagine Hen's singing voice, this is all I hear, that rich tone, glorious. This song is hard. Its about losing someone you loved in a way you can't begin to understand. I think it speaks to Hen and the terrible things she's had to overcome. I also like that the harmony is with another feminine voice, that's got to be Karen right? I also get really emotional when the drums come in thinking about Chim being such an important support in Hen's story.

The Boys of Summer -- The Ataris

Move Vibes, Less Plot! I have this silly idea that Station 118 always plays 2 encores, the first is one of their songs, whatever they feel like playing. The second is always something silly or weird, a cover of something they think is fun. I hope to play with this more in future too.

BONUS TRACKS

Your Ghost -- Dave Hause, Amythyst Kiah

Right off the top please know that this song deals with the murder of George Floyd in particular and police brutality in general. First and foremost, if you feel up to it, you should just listen to this song for you because it is powerful and important. But I'm putting on this list because when I think of the blend of Buck and Hen's voices, this is what I'm thinking about. I also think that Station 118 is pretty adamant about making their music stand for what they believe in like this.

The Boys of Summer -- The Hooters

I almost used this in the main fic because this kind of sound treatment is exactly what I mean when I think they do fun covers. Alas, its more mellow than I want it to be, you gotta rock people's faces off in a final encore...so just imagine this kind of treatment but the energy of the original. lol.

[thebigoblin]

2021 Fic Year In Review

Thanks for the tag @greyhavenisback and @radio-chatter!

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Total Number Of Completed Works:

102 on AO3. I crosspost between Tumblr and there so I'm pretty sure that's all of the fics I've written this year (which is actually my first year publishing fanfics!!!) Oh, wait, make that 103 because of the Sterek Secret Santa fic that hasn't been revealed yet!

Total Word Count:

*checks stats* It's a whopping 165, 447 words!! Including the SSS fic.

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?

Definitely more. Way, way more. Like, I just wanted to write because Ideas, you know, that kept knocking at my brain to be let out. And I did let them out and now here we are. Wow. I'm feeling incredible right now 😂

Fandoms I’ve Written In:

Teen Wolf, MCU, 911 Show, Supernatural and BBC Merlin. Tho maximum fics are for a certain Sourwolf and Spark ♡

Most Popular Story Of The Year?

By both Hits & Kudos: Hidden Treasure (MCU)—it is so bad though ohmigod and it has 10k hits. What the ever loving fuck. But also, I get the appeal 😂 any and all "Peter Parker gets embarrassed by his adoptive family aka The Avengers and his classmates find out he is Spider-Man/find out how he is a well-loved BAMF" are top-tier, tbh.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?

Hmm, let me think. Orbit (yours is the only one i'd follow) is probably my favorite. It's just me sort of being introspective on the various romantic relationships, with Stiles' POV. I especially love my Petopher one:

Peter and Chris are like gunpowder and a match, waiting to touch and to spark; Stiles doesn’t know who is who, all he knows is that they are two people who are meant to be in the same circles. On the exact opposite sides, maybe, but always with a path laid out for them to trace back to the other one.  

Like a never-ending path of love. More than love; family, hate, trust, respect.  

Peter and Chris have covered everything, and now they’re on the same side, in each other’s reach but still their own person as they move forward.  

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year?

Keep writing? Yeah, that's one. Get the @sterek-roundrobinchallenge to be a successful Sterek event, that's another. And I'm planning on trying to do the 24 Fics in 24 Hours thing [edit: I linked their masterpost] that @bleep0bleep did... it looks pretty interesting. But I'll limit myself to just writing Sterek. (Can you tell they're my OTP by now? Lol). But I'll do that in like... May 2022. Maybe. Who knows? Not me. But it's nice to dream.

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year?

Yup, sure did. I joined the @stereksecretsanta challenge, which was fun, but risky given that this is my first year writing and the deadline... oooof. Glad to have been done on time, tho. I'm just hoping now that my Giftee likes their gift <3

Oh, also, I wrote Thiam-centric fics. One or two, I think. I don't think I have a clear grasp on them yet, or it's like, I am not used to writing them. So writing them anyways was a risk.

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion:

Lmao, Idk? No wait I lied. I'm definitely of the opinion that my fic We Honor The Dead by Fighting For The Living is severely underrated. I had a lot of fun coming up with the Legend! I actually really love this fic. I just wish more people would too :(

Most Fun Story To Write:

The fic mentioned just above.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story:

Uhhh, maybe all? Like in the way that I'm still forming my opinions on things that are not fanfic/fandom stuff, so I don't actually have many personal character headcanons—like, I don't have a favorite genre/artist of songs, neither do any of my characters etc. Stuff like that.

Biggest Disappointment:

The Song Challenge that nobody did except me and @deepestbelieverstranger 🙃 sooo I might've deleted the blog.

Biggest Surprise:

Meeting so many cool people on here and not being so socially inept that I ignored them in my anxiety 😂 but uhh in fic things, probably being able to hate a character—S*ott McCall—so, so much. Because while watching the show in 2020 I hadn't like... picked up on all the shitty things he did? I just didn't like him I knew that, because he literally told Derek in S1 that his family deserved to die, and the S2 Finale Bite Rape obviously. But that was disliking S*ott. Now I actively hate him. The canon version, anyways.

My Favorite Part Of Fandom This Year:

Meeting all the amazing people and being able to just share my love for these characters from a decade old growly-dramatic-over-the-top show ♡ Sure, there're always a group in all fandoms that's just here to rile others up and be Trolls, but I think the Teen Wolf fandom that I've talked to/interacted with are good. Most of them. And it's really nice because I've heard a lot of horror stories, too.

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Okay, so that's it! This got sooo long lmao. 🤣🤣 Anyways, I'm tagging the following people (No pressure):

@deepestbelieverstranger @ilovepeachystuff @novemberhush @steve-x-bucky @veryprecisehans @elisela @raisesomehale @ronni-right @ash-mcj @nutellarghh @fairytales-and-folklore @princecharmingwinks @eusuntgratie @sheetghsts @pray-for-sound and anyone else who wants to play!!! Open Tag <3

[thedamageofherdays]

ok ok omg I am SO glad you did that WIP Tag Game bc more Hotel Bar Daddy FRICK yes

BUT i'm actually here to ask about no.11 and/or no.14 and/or no.15 if you please (after all you DID say you like talking about your WIPs and I love hearing about them 🤧)

(also special shoutout to u for tagging K it means a lot to me, a non-writer who loves seeing what y'all are getting up to x)

Yay hiiiiiiiii I am so glad you are excited about more Hotel Bar Daddy and thank you SO MUCH for asking about my wips!!! I do really like talking about them (and also hearing other writers talk about their wips, it's just so much fun!!!)

WIP no. 11 is Boss/Employee. I started this one when I was still doing kinktober (before I unfortunately had to give up) and I do really like it. I have a little over 800 words written for this fic. In it Bucky is Steve's boss. During the office christmas party they go to Bucky's office to have a drink which very quickly turns into having more than a drink. The next day they are both a little insecure because did they overstep any boundaries? did they ruin the good connection they had? does the other feel the same or was it just a bit of fun for them? But then they figure it out and realise they are on the same page. This is a WIP that I think might become a series if I finish it because I have more ideas I could explore with this Steve and this Bucky (like a business trip maybe? or Bucky meeting Steve's mom?)

WIP no. 14 is right where you left me. The premise of this fic is that Bucky left Steve at the altar a few years ago. Now Bucky is back in town and ready to apologise. He still has feelings for Steve and realises he has been a fool. Steve never really moved on but he also has a hard time letting Bucky back in. After all it's hard to come back from the guy you love dumping you in front of everyone you know. Very much influenced by right where you left me by Taylor Swift which is also what the fic is named after. I have nearly 2k written for this and I am hoping I can back to it soon because it's a fun one!

Here is a little snippet:

Bucky’s standing in the middle of Steve’s loft. The setting sun illuminates him beautifully and Steve gets the urge to draw him the way he had so often. He shakes himself out of it and asks Bucky what pizza he wants.

Bucky asks for a pepperoni pizza like he always did. It's soothing, Steve thinks, that not everything about him has changed. That there are still glimpses of the boy he fell in love with. Even with years and all this hurt between them, Bucky is still Bucky. Contrary to Steve he has clearly changed but he hasn't become an entirely new person. He still carries traces of the boy who stood up for Steve on the playground. He thinks he needed that reminder, that despite breaking Steve’s heart Bucky is still a good man.

A good man reaching out to Steve after all this time. Steve knows he has to reach back. And while he also knows they won't get back together - Bucky had made that pretty clear back then and Steve’s not that much of an optimist that he truly believes Bucky will fall head over heels for him all over - maybe he can have his best friend back. That is good enough. It has to be.

WIP no. 15 is I think I’ll start a new life. This is an evanstan fic. I started it a few months ago and the title comes from one of my favourite songs Boston by Augustine. The fic has a non-famous Chris living his best life in New England and Sebastian who is a famous actor but who has decided to quit acting. He has moved to New England to get a fresh start and figure out what he wants from life. Does he wanna get back to acting? Does he want to do something new? He has no clue. Then he meets his neighbour Chris and Dodger and they feel an immediate connection. From then on it's just them falling in love but also helping each other find their path in life and realising that maybe those paths are very much connected. Might have a little bit of angst but of course it has a happy ending (because I don't do sad endings hehe).

Thanks so much again for asking, it's really great to talk about these stories <3

[milasartblog]

Value of the messenger

Sometimes there is a moment where we have to stop and think about all the things we did, all the things we achieved, all the people we've met and all the decisions we chose. For some of them we feel pride and happiness, to others - sadness and regret, to some even a confusion and feeling of emptiness that we can't explain. It can take a day or even a week to analyse ourselves and make some conclusion. Today was such a day for angel Anoli. It's been a long time since she and Chris became a couple and are in a relationship, since she gain friends and began to take care of nephilim. Time flew fast, and yet slow at the same time. During such period of time, one question was still bothering the messenger. How long will all of this last? How long will her relationship with Chris last? She is not a mortal anymore. Before all of this, things were simple for her: she was just an angel wandering around and sending positive messages to people that need it. But now....she can't help but think about what if one day...her beloved one dies? Is there a way to prevent it? If yes, what price is required? How high is the price? How much time does it require? How painful will it be? If there is no way...does it mean that she became an angel for nothing? Does it mean that she has to break up with him, even if it makes both of them suffer emotionally? So many questions and almost no answer. She didn't want to worry her boyfriend and friends, but at the same time she couldn't handle such questions on her own. And so, she decided to organise a meeting with her guardian, Michael. Anoli was sitting on one of the building's roof, waiting for archangel to show, while watching the beautiful sunset and enjoying the cool wind caressing her hair and wings. The waiting was not so long as Michael finally appeared.

Michael: Good evening, Anoli. You called me?

Anoli: Good evening, Michael. Yeah, I was wondering if-...You're in human clothes?

She examined Michael's outfit as the archangel giggled awkwardly.

Michael: Sorry, I was just on my way to Lucifer.

Anoli: Oh, I see. Sorry if I interrupted your meeting.

Michael: Don't be. If you need help with something, I will do my best. Besides, knowing Lucifer he will definitely find something to do. I will apologise to him later.

Anoli: Hehe, true.

They smiled and giggled as Michael walked closer and stood next to Anoli, watching at the sunset for a couple of minutes.

Michael: So, about what did you want to talk with me? Is Liya causing troubles again?

Anoli: Oh, no, it's not like that. I mean, she sure still does her pranks and stuff, but less. Plus, she is teaching Nazeel how to use fire magic.

Michael: Umm, won't it cause the fire at home?

Anoli: Yeah, but not trusting her is also not right. She is one of my friends after all, and not allowing her to grow up and become wiser will be not right from me. Plus, with Lucifer it would be much greater fire than with Liya.

Michael: Hehe, true. I'm glad that you can do such decisions. You become wiser and wiser, Anoli. I'm so proud of you.

Anoli: Thank you, Michael. But I called you for...another reason.

She looked down sadly, which made Michael be concern a bit.

Michael: What is it, Anoli?

Anoli: I....You know that I'm in a relationship with Chris, right?

Michael: Yeah, I do. You told me a lot about him. Did something happen between you two?

Anoli: Oh no, it's not like that. It's just....can an angel live with a human? I mean, as a couple, as a family.

The archangel didn’t expect such question to be, which made him think for a moment. 

Michael: Well, as a rule, angels are not supposed to be in a relationship with a human. They're guardian angels, they guard and guide human to the right path. Any physical contact with human can cause some troubles, and-

Anoli: So I was not supposed to be in a relationship?

The messenger was stunned. Realising what he just said, Michael tried to get the situation under control.

Michael: No no no, dear, you still can be with Chris. Just with you it's different and...kinda complicated. Since you were a human before, it's understandable that you want to be in a relationship with him.

Anoli: But that's the problem. I'm no longer a human, Michael. You resurrected me as an angel, gave me a new life, new goal. And as an angel I was supposed to follow the rules, right?

Michael: Well, technically yeah, but-

Anoli: Then does it mean....that I have to break up with Chris? Make him forget about me? About others?

Michael: What? No, you don't have to. Like i said, as a rule it should be like this, in practice anything can happen.

Anoli: But aren’t angels supposed to follow the rules and laws? I have already broken this rule and now....now i'm having the sense of anxiety. A feeling that....one day I will lose my angel disguise and that I will not be able to be with Chris anymore.

She looked at Michael with upset and crystal from upcoming tears eyes. Realising what he just said, the archangel was lost for a moment, words couldn't put themselves together. And yet he couldn't admit that as an angel she did broke the rule of being with mortal. But no big consequences followed yet, right? Moreover he gave her new life outside of the Heaven, so basically he broke the rule too, right? He looked down with upset look, while Anoli looked at him with the question she was hoping to get the solution from it.

Anoli: You must have seen situations like this before, right? Maybe there were angels like me who also were in love with their humans and whom you have helped them be together, right?

But Michael only shook his head sadly. Angel’s face was now hopeless.

Michael: I’m sorry, Anoli, but...most of angels have followed their rules and even if they had feelings to the mortal, they had to erase their memories about them in order to not burden them and not to spell out the secrets of Heaven. I’m not even talking about giving the immortality to the mortals they have interest in. I hope you know why.

Anoli: ...Because of the balance between life and death.

He nodded as Anoli looked down. Tears were coming right away. Anoli tried to hold them, but her soft nature prevented her from doing it. The guilt crawled on Michael’s back to the every inch of the feather. But what could he do? This is something that no divinity dares to do. He felt that Anoli realises the consequences of such actions and yet he knew that it was not something she wanted to hear.

Anoli: Sometimes I even ask myself if it was worth to become a messenger, if it was worth to agree with you. No matter what I do, it’s always not enough. Was it really worth if you can’t even enjoy the life fully, can’t be in love with the dearest person to you, can’t be...free?

She sat down on the edge of the roof, hugging her knees and burying her face into her arms and knees. For a couple of minutes they were like this, silent. Suddenly Michael remembered one thing that his brother Gabriel told him, about Sybil and her decision to be with human she is supposed to guard. It was so controversial for them, but in the end he and his brothers had to accept Sybil’s choise. Taking someone’s freedom of speech and action away is not according to the angel. But would such example help in this situation? It’s not a secret that times in Heaven have change, but not that drastically like in Hell. And yet, it was worth a try, he thought. Michael sat down next to her, carefully putting his hand on her shoulder. Anoli flinched, but...didn’t push it away.

Michael: Look, Anoli, I admit that...my action towards you was not right. But it’s not technically right also according to angel’s rules.

Anoli:...Really?

Michael: Yes. You see, I saved you from an unfair death out of...my own will. And THIS is something that was not written in the rules. So, technically, I broke the rule too. Do you want to know why?

Anoli: I...I think you told me before, but it won’t hurt to remind.

Michael: I did it because when I was watching over you, I noticed a spark in your soul. No matter what happened in your life, you did your best to stay positive. You wanted to bring this positivity to everyone, which is not possible for everyone. Of course right now you realise that sometimes there are “not really” nice people, and yet you didn’t give up on it. That was something that...made me feel like getting close to mortals, to learn something from them too. And because of this and thanks to demons’ influence, not only me, but some other angels began to be interested in mortal realm too.

Anoli: Really? But what about the rules? 

Michael: Like in mortal realm, Heaven laws sooner or later also face some changes. It’s inevitable. Just it took us a long time to realise it. Some of them tho are still active, like the immortality one.

Anoli: I see....So, my resurrection as an angel made a push to the changes?

Michael: Your situation was one of those that helped us to move from the dead point. Plus, there is only few messengers that can bring the light even if there is no hope. They’re little helpers that value even more than just a simple guarding task. And I’m saying the truth. Plus, who knows what Liya would do without an angel like you.

He smiled to Anoli sincerely, drying her tears kindly. Anoli thought for a moment, then smiled.

Anoli: You’re right. Even if I’m not able to bring happiness to everyone, I still have dearest people to me. But it still didn’t answer my question.

Michael: About that....I...will try my best to search for a solution, but no immortality.

Anoli: Really? You will...really look for other way?

Michael: However, all this is still up to your partner. When the time comes, you two should think about it carefully, and only then I can do something. 

Anoli: But won’t it cause troubles for you? You’re an archangel, the face of Heaven.

Michael: I...I know. But not helping my ward is also not right from me. So, I will see what I can do, but it’s all up to you and your partner.

Anoli: I see...Heaven’s laws are sure complicated.

Michael: Hehe, agree. 

They looked into the horizon for a moment. The sun almost disappeared under the blanket of the night, promising to come back another day. 

Anoli: Thank you, Michael.

Michael: Huh? For what? I didn’t do anything.

Anoli: And yet, you gave me a hope that we still can do something. Together. As friends and as a family.

Michael was surprised for a moment, but smiled too as they looked at the horizon again. It was getting darker and darker and soon it was time for Michael to go to the meeting. He looked at Anoli as offered a hug. The angel looked at Michael and after a couple of seconds hugged him.

Anoli: You need to go now?

Michael: Yeah, Anoli. Even if Lucifer has enough patience to wait for me, I still have other duties to do. But don’t worry, even if I don’t have the solution now, I will do my best to help you. No matter what?

Anoli: Promise?

Michael:...Promise.

They kept hugging for one more minute before saying goodbyes to each other and come back to their casual routines. Even if the problem is still in the air, there is still a light of hope at the end of the tunnel.

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And that's another story for the universe^^ A little update on our universe, to show that it's still alive XD Hope you will like it^^

Anoli and Michael belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Sybil belongs to @captainthane

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

[calypsoff]

One.

I have only been out for six months now, being locked up since I was eighteen and just getting out at the age of twenty three, I have missed so much of life. Staring at the hoodie with Robyn’ face on it, it’s weird to see. I even find it weird to see her on TV, like this is just so much. I still see her as that innocent Barbadian girl, I ain’t ever tell Seiko that I did initiate sex, but she didn’t want it and it was cool, I always thought she left because I was in fault, because she left just after that. I was fine with it, she said not yet, and I didn’t mind it. But Barry thinks we did, I let him both think that. TJ still shouts about it, like it’s not even that but it’s weird to see that. Nobody understands how Robyn was, she was so sweet bout everything with me and I think that is what pulled me in. She is way different now, her beauty is still there but her confidence is high, just thinking back on things. “Baby, baby, come on. Baby, come on, baby, come on” I bopped my head “Oh, when you walk by every night. Talking sweet and looking fine, I get kinda hectic inside. Mmm, baby, I'm so into you” Robyn sang, I nodded my head laughing “yeah, you got it. Not going to lie that is a dope song, but I can’t sing for shit, maybe I can be your backing vocals” I pointed “come, we need to go. Don’t worry about it, this party is lit. You will be fine, just don’t start singing” Robyn just finished off putting her earrings on “you sure I won’t look odd, I am not from around here. You will be there right? Like not leave me” placing my hand over my heart “promise, I got you. What I say? Twin. Come on, bring it in” holding my pinkie out, Robyn wanting to smile but is stopping herself “say it” tightening the grip around her pinkie “twin” I laughed nodding licking my lips “you got it, I mean come on. I came here for you; these white folks don’t like me. They like you though” letting her pinkie go “they are nice, they said you are loud and you will corrupt me” kissing my teeth “they don’t add spices to their food and they mad at me for pointing it out, come on Robyn” walking behind her, placing my hand on her shoulders to escort her out, she making me late “he is paying, ain’t you” hearing Seiko’ voice, I jumped at her voice “huh, uh yeah. What is it?” looking at her “pay the man” she laughed at me.

It’s weird to see my girlfriend wearing Robyn’ face but it is what it is “we can sit here” I guess you get what you pay for, we get to hang here and wait until the concert actually starts “thank you so much boo, thank you for this gift to me” sitting down smiling “it’s ok, I know how much you love her music. You got me, I got you” Seiko sat next to me pressing a kiss to my cheek “oh my god! That is Rihanna’ best friend Mel, be back. I want a picture” Seiko shot up, seeing people gathering around her friend. I do remember Robyn telling me she missed her best friend, that is the friend of hers. I don’t know what to expect, I think she may have forgotten me anyways. She won’t notice me because I lost weight, I lost that fat I had when I got locked up. It would be dope if she does remember me, but I would like to know why she left, just like that. That was wack on her end, did she just go for family reasons or to chase fame. If only she waited a little more, I was so close to making her my girlfriend. There are some girls that make a difference in your life, she was one of them, but I think she was just different in every way, unique. Her vibe was different, my friends knew it. she easily became one of the gang, maybe she would have saved me form the stupid shit I got myself into. For such a short time, it felt like a lifetime for me. I am just a Amazon warehouse worker now, trying to keep on the better path because I fucked up, I won’t be a Basketball player, or anything of that matter so I am just going to count my blessing that I have an apartment and a job.

Seiko came back ever so excited “she is everything I imagined; her friend is a bad bitch. So we asked what is Rihanna doing, she said she is here but getting prepared for the date. I am so happy, look at us” Seiko turned her phone to me “that is cute for you” I didn’t think she was that big of a fan “what made you such a big fan? I ain’t seen you this hype” she is too happy for this “since pon de replay, I love her. Her nonchalant attitude, she is always herself. I love that about her, and I mean look how beautiful she is” she is making me laugh “but I didn’t think you was a massive fan like this, you’re here getting all wet about her” Seko hit my arm “but if she wants to take me home, then I have no boyfriend got it?” nodding my head laughing “I have no girl either too” I winked “Mel is so sweet, them two are so close, like they do everything together. I follow her on Instagram. She called me pretty” pulling a face “what is she calling pretty? I am confused” moving back from Seiko before she hit me “Mel said today is a special day for Rihanna, her man has arrived” my face softened “she has a man? You know everything” this is weird behaviour “yeah, like it only just got leaked and Rihanna actually admitted to it. But they been dating for like three months now” that is interesting, I mean not like I have a chance. I don’t even think she will remember me; she is a big star now and I was just the fat nigga that showed her around the school.

I look so miserable here “you go up front, I am sitting here!” I shouted over the music, Seiko side eyed me knowing I am being miserable but what the fuck do I look like singing to these female ass songs, Seiko stormed off pouting. I am glad to be sat down, imagine having to be stood up. Looking at Robyn on stage and then looked down at my phone, I am texting Barry and TJ in the group chat, they are tripping right now.

TJ: Who the fuck cares if she got a man!!! Dump psycho and go! My nigga do it… I woud not trip over that

Barry: This is y ur ass is single

TJ: This is RIHANNNA bro!

I laughed at them both going back and forth in the group chat, they really tripping, let me message them both back.

Chris: I am here with Seiko, we just going to vibe, meet her and go. Twin got a man so it is what it is, she also won’t remember me so pls miss me with that.

Pressing send on the message, they are both tripping thinking that Rihanna, global popstar will remember goofy ass me. I don’t even care anymore, I just want to go home because I got a shift in the AM with Amazon, I came here out of the goodness of my heart because she loves her, way more then I assumed actually. These niggas really going at it in this group chat, like they ain’t stopping at all with these messages.

TJ: Did ‘Twin’ titties look bigger in person?

Barry: Yu straight trippin, bruh does Second know yu went there for yu nd not her?

Looking up from my phone laughing, my eyes drifting to Robyn on stage. She is a hundred percent a different girl, she ain’t the girl I met but I am not wanting anything. Looking back down at my phone.

TJ: What you mean playa? So this was for himself?

Barry: Let lay off bruh! He just come out of lock up! He testing waters out.

Locking my phone laughing, I am done. I cannot deal with that conversation; they are acting up “good lord she is beautiful!!” Seiko shouted and sat next to me “why you over here again?” I rather be in my own thoughts, she going to sitting here screaming in my ear “because I know she is going to sing Skin and I want to grind on you!?” staring at Seiko dumbfounded “and what is Skin?” she playfully mushed my head “you are so annoying, just you sit here and let me grind on you, I know the next song will be Skin, I love that song with my whole chest” licking my lips placing my arm behind the chair, Barry seems to think I came here for me which I didn’t. I mean a little part of me likes to think she felt that way, but I mean she ain’t had to be locked up for twenty three hours a day and only an hour to be outside, I had all the time to just think of things and think why she went, I mean it’s weird to think if she did forget because we spent so much time together, I will not make it known if she doesn’t.

“And your name?” the lady asked “Chris” I said, this is backstage finally “Christopher?” nodding my head “I got two, for me and Seiko” I pointed, she continued to write on the pass, she put my full name. I was ok with Chris, I didn’t need the full thing on there “just put this on and we will walk you to the room ok?” grabbing the pass, looking down at the Rihanna pass, it’s funny to me “boo” looking up at Seiko, she took a picture of me which made me laugh “yay Rihanna fans?” I sound so unenthusiastic about this “I hate you; I really do. Stop it” placing the pass on “what makes you like her so much anyways?” I asked “because I can relate to her, she is super cool. Bad bitch attitude, I told you this” she is right she did “come along now, please stay together and follow me” Seiko squealed “that is Jen, another best friend” she pointed, Seiko is a stalker now I can tell “I am glad you like this gift, I really didn’t think you was this much of a big fan, you got me speechless to think” she held my hand as we followed the lady.

Rubbing my chin watching this big black guy just walk into the room “Hi guys, I am Jen so we are going to do this one at time with the meet and greet, please don’t be nervous. Rihanna is just like you all, Rich will escort you in and you can just ask Rihanna what you like and get your things signed. But it will be one at a time” Seiko put her hand up “even if me and my boyfriend paid together?” of course she would ask that “you can both come in together that is fine, so if we can start from this end of the room and work ourselves around” this is good, we are last “and what if I wanted to go alone? Ever thought of that?” Seiko scoffed at me “anyways, is your mom coming to the apartment this weekend?” nodding my head slowly “I can’t wait to see her actually, I appreciate her doing that for me. Getting the apartment for me, I did say to her that I will pay her back. This is why I am working those hours” I really want to pay my mom back “I really think it would be good if I move in” here she goes “and what I say about that? Hold off on that, I just need to get my bearings on shit, like I didn’t think I would be out and already got a girl, it’s hard. You know how it is, I am just tyring to find my feet with things. My cousin getting me that job alone, I think if we always in the same room. We will end up hating each other quickly, I like my space” Seiko nodded her head “I understand, I still think you’re an idiot for holding any type of drug for your cousin, you wasted your life” she is telling me like I don’t know this.

Answering the call, I went to the bathroom quickly and TJ been harassing me with calls “man, what!?” I spat “do not blame me, Chris. He is here trying to get details” Barry said in the background “man, I ain’t seen her yet. I will tell you all the details. I promise, I told you all I expect nothing from this at all. I came for her” TJ and Barry both laughed out “you got drunk bro and you told us both, you were shouting that you wanted answers. TJ and I think you just want closure on why she left, look don’t get kicked out either” I sniggered “be quiet please” disconnecting the call, sighing out stuffing my phone in my pocket. Staring at the mirror in the bathroom, staring at myself. Maybe they are right, but the main thing is if she remembers me, she must do because I remember her. Nodding my head walking out of the bathroom, pulling open the door. This will be ok; she won’t know me and there it is. That will be the end, walking into the room “uh, where is she?” I asked, “in there” Seiko already gone “oh, without me?” she done ditched me for Rihanna, that is not cool “you can still go in there after, we just needed things to proceed quick” sitting down on the couch huffing out, I guess I got to wait “and where are you running off too?” the lady said to this guy “go in and see Rih?” who is this black guy, why does he want  “now you know Rakim, she will see you after. Besides, you need to buy a meet and greet to see her” they both laughed, I guess they know him.

Seiko finally emerged out of the room; she looks so excited. She let out a scream “she is everything and more” it made me smile to see her that happy about meeting another human “why did you leave me?” I asked, I mean she just went “I was not missing an opportunity because you wanted to cry in the bathroom” I didn’t think I was that long “she is super sweet Chris, and look how cute our picture is” Seiko placed some poster down “Christopher, would you like to go in? You’re the last person” letting out an oh, I am next to go in “uh yeah” getting up from the couch “oh now you want to go in? You were hating everything about this day” I laughed nervously “well I did pay so I might as well get my money worth huh, be back. Can she wait here, I know like the fans get escorted out after?” I asked “sure, just sit there for us” the lady said, I feel pretty nervous about this. My heart is actually beating hard against my chest and it’s like I have so many unanswered questions, but she may not be the Robyn I know, if she doesn’t mention a word of it then I won’t say a word “puta!” my ears perked up hearing Robyn shout that “you better calm down, you got your next little fan here” some guy said, he also had a Barbadian accent but very thick. I am guessing he is where she is from, or a family member, oh wait. That is her brother, she showed me a picture.

Watching place her wine glass down, she is wearing an extra big tour merch hoodie. Her legs bare under it, a snapback on “I am coming” I feel so awkward just stood here, looking down at myself before looking back up and it’s the smile, her smile from when I first met her in my class, she is smiling that way as she walked over to me, her smile soon faded as I smiled because it’s been years. Robyn’ face softened, the look of horror and shock. She abruptly stopped walking to just start pointing at me “no, oh my god. Chris!?” she spat, my cheeks felt flushed “yeah” I said laughing “twin!” she screamed “no fucking way, oh my god” she lunged at me, I fell back a little as she hugged me, so unexpected that I didn’t know what to do “ahhhh, oh my god! It’s really you! Chris, oh my god. This is Chris” she moved back from the hug, both hands on my shoulders as she looked at me out of breath, shock has taken over her “it’s you!” she said again, she dragged her hands down my arms, I lifted my hands up a little and she held my hands in hers “I came back, I came to Essex High, I came back Chris. You weren’t there, you were gone. And you’re here, oh shit” nodding my head laughing, I feel like the foreign one. I probably feel like Robyn did in school when I was loud as fuck, putting my head down before looking up “I uhm ended up leaving school early, then some shit happened” Robyn frowned at me, frantically searching my eyes for answers “ain’t you done with this now?” some guy came in, Robyn moved her hands away from mine, that is the same dude outside “I know him, this is Chris. I uhm, oh my god. I will be with you” she said to him “I have one question; I just need to know why you left without telling me? Like you didn’t even leave a note” I need that answer, I need to know if it was me that she left because of.

[gleeomeglerp]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like crisscolfer, and klaine.

Stranger: Congrats on your wedding, Dare! C

You: Thanks man! I finally pulled the trigger and did it! I couldn't be happier! -D

Stranger: I can imagine! You two really make a sweet couple. And it had been coming a long time now.. How many years were you together now..? Ten? C

You: Yeah, like 10 or so crazy years. I guess it was about time I made it official, hu? I wish you would have been there. -D

Stranger: Glad that you are so happy about it. I'm happy for you. C

Stranger: I know.. I just couldn't. Sorry, man.. I did send a card and a gift though! C

Stranger: One of many, I'm sure. C

You: You were missed. -D Hmm, I'll have to look through the stuff we got, Mia was handling all of that, so I'm not even sure what all we got. I know your gift is probably perfect, though so I'll just go ahead and say a big thank you now. -D

Stranger: Sweet of you to say so, but I'm pretty sure that all you had eyes for was your beautiful wife there :) I'd love to see pictures though. C

You: Well, of course she pulled focus being the bride and all. Weddings really are the bride's day. I'll be sure to send you some pics when I get some. -D

Stranger: I'm sure she did. Although you were probably you're more than handsome self as well that day ;). C

Stranger: your*

You: I tried to clean up a little, but nobody was looking at me, I'm sure. It's Mia's day to be in the spotlight. -D You would have looked good all dressed up for the occasion, too. -D

Stranger: I would have totally stole the spotlight ;) C

Stranger: Just kidding though. C

You: You probably would have. It's probably best you didn't come, you would have outshone me for sure. ;) Everyone would have thought you were the groom. -D

You: Speaking of which, when are you planning on tying the knot? -D

Stranger: Not anytime soon. C

You: Not eager to make it official and start a family? -D

Stranger: This is going to sound bad, isn't it? C

Stranger: But.. No. Not really. C

You: No, no! It doesn't sound bad! I'm really not one to talk, I didn't take the plunge for like 8 years. -D

Stranger: True.. What made you change your opinion about it though? C

You: I guess when you realize there's no other choice for you than spending your life with someone, you just have to bite the bullet and do it. -D

Stranger: Don't get me wrong, but that sounds.. a tad depressing. C

You: No! It's not depressing. It's beautiful. Love is beautiful, man. There's nothing depressing about giving your life over to someone else. -D

Stranger: It's just... So final? C

Stranger: I don't know. C

Stranger: It's not like I have other options or anything, but I Just don't like the idea of it being the rest of my life, I guess. C

You: I guess so, but it's what you do. You grow up, you get married and grow old with someone. -D

You: I guess when you put it that way it doesn't sound as nice, but I know this is the only option for me right now. I'm not going to judge you for taking the right path in life for you. -D

Stranger: I'ms orry, man. C

Stranger: I definitely didn't want to sound like a sour bitch that whines about marriage. C

Stranger: I'm seriously happy for you and I'm sure you did what was best for yourself. C

You: No, no! I don't think you're a sour bitch! Maybe it's different because there's not as much expectation put on you as a gay man to get married. -D

You: Thanks. I know I made the choice I had to make. -D

Stranger: I don't really think Will wants to get married either. I do like the idea of marriage, don't get me wrong. You probably remember my euphoria at all the glee weddings even though those kids were definitely too young. I love weddings. C

Stranger: I can only say I'm proud of you. You're doing really, really well. You deserve it all, Dare. You worked your ass off for years. C

You: Weddings are pretty great. I've been to some amazing weddings in my day, that's for sure! -D

You: Thanks man! I'm glad to see the hard work and sacrifice is paying off. -D

Stranger: Me too. I've always thought you were a star. Glad the world finally gives you your place to shine. C

Stranger: I'll promise you that if I ever tie the knot with someone.. You'll be one of the first to know. C

You: It really does feel good to be recognized for doing what you love. You should know that feeling well Mr Best Selling Author. -D

You: Thanks! I'll be looking forward to the day you get your happily ever after, too! -D

Stranger: I can't deny that, no. I miss the acting though. I wouldn't trade it for writing, ever, but I miss the being with others and creating something magical together sometimes. C

Stranger: You're sweet. C

You: I'm sure you could get back into acting. You're a fantastic actor! Maybe you could even write a part for yourself and get a script picked up! I know you have what it takes to do it. -D

Stranger: I swear if you weren't an actor, singer and model you could always become a motivational coach. I'd pay big money for you. C

Stranger: Thanks though. It means a lot. C

You: I'll have to keep that in mind if I find myself unemployed and in need of money. ;) -D It's all true. You wrote a great episode of Glee that everyone loved, and you wrote your own movie. You could totally write a TV show or movie to star in again! I'd be the first in line for a ticket and the first to order the DVD! -D

Stranger: Honey, if I ever write a movie or TV show, I"ll definitely ask you in it. C

Stranger: You're also probably the only one who still buys DVDs by the way. C

You: With us as a team, it would definitely be a success! ;) We make an amazing team. -D I can't help it if I like having physical copies of some of my favorite movies! -D

Stranger: We do make an amazing team! C I get it. I still buy CDs too. It's just that we don't have a DVD player anymore. C

Stranger: Living together with a digital guy isn't always great. We even have a creepy Google home thingy. I still think it listens to us all the time. C

You: What are you, an animal? No DVD player? How am I supposed to surprise you with a movie night if you don't have a DVD player? I'll have to drag one over to your place just to watch a movie with you! -D

Stranger: I'm sorry! Not my choice, I swear! You know how much I loved my movies. C

Stranger: We could just crawl under a blanket with my laptop. But I think you'll have to take the player along if you want better vision, yeah. C

You: I'll get you one for your birthday. You can hide it from Will, he will never have to know you have a secret DVD player. -D That could work, too. It might not be the best view, but if we squeeze together, I think we can make it work. -D

Stranger: Can you imagine him going through my sock drawer and finding that? C

Stranger: It would make a hilarious scene, for sure. C

Stranger: We managed in our trailers just fine with only a laptop. I'm sure we'll be fine. C

You: Good to know you hide things in your sock drawer. ;) -D I'm personally a fan of having a fake back to my closet. It give me much more room for my private things. -D We'd make it work. It's not like we'd be watching on a phone screen. -D

Stranger: Okay, now you definitely made me curious. What's there? C

You: I can't tell you! That shit's private for a reason, man! -D

Stranger: Oh come on! You always tell me everything. C

Stranger: I'll tell you what's in my sock drawer ;) C

You: Tell me what's in your sock drawer and I'll tell you what's deep in my closet ;) -D

Stranger: I've got another spot though. Sock drawers are rather open. Not to mention small. But there's a particular candy wrapped ring. C

You: You kept that? -D

Stranger: Of course. C

You: I had no idea. -D

Stranger: Well, now you do. C

You: That I do. -D I guess I should tell you what's in my closet, hu? -D

Stranger: Yup. That was the deal, mister! C

You: Me. -D Just kidding! It's more like some pictures and little trinkets, some scrap books. Porn. The usual suspects. -D

Stranger: Trinkets, scrap books and porn. That's a rather hilarious combination. C

Stranger: Like.. I see you watching porn now while suddenly being stopped by sentiment over one of your old trinkets or scraps. C

You: What did you expect me to say? Dildos? -D

Stranger: I honestly have no idea. C

Stranger: I don't think you hide those to be honest. C

You: I.. I don't know if that's ever happened, but now it probably will thanks to you! -D

You: Chris! I'm not even going to get into my dildo collection with you. -D

Stranger: You're very welcome, D. C

Stranger: Oh it's a collection? I'm intrigued, for sure. C

You: Shit. I've said too much already. -D

You: I don't have a collection per se. -D

Stranger: Not a collection, but more than one. C

Stranger: Don't worry. I definitely do have a collection. It's great, nothing to be ashamed for. C

You: I'm not ashamed! I'm proud of them all! -D

You: But you've piqued my interest. You have a collection? I never pictured you as the type. -D

Stranger: You didn't? That surprises me, somewhat. C

Stranger: What kind of type am I in your eyes then? C

You: I guess I just figured you were more of a natural guy. Why have toys when you have the real thing, right? -D NOt that I've thought about how you have sex or anything. That would just be weird! -D

Stranger: I do like it natural. But there are ways to involve them in it. Which I like a lot too. C

You: You use them as part of your relations? -D

Stranger: You definitely sound like a posh British guy right now. But yeah, I do. C

You: I guess I learn something new every day! And to think, I thought I knew you so well, Christopher Paul Colfer. -D

Stranger: You know me very well though. You always pull everything out of me without even trying. C

Stranger: Don't you use them as 'part of your relations' then? C

You: No way! -D Not that I think there's anything against that! That's really cool that you use them to add to your sex life with a partner. -D I just don't think that's for me. -D

Stranger: Sorry, probably not very cool to ask a friend about it either. I just thought you did, because you mentioned having more than one and you've been together for so long.. C

You: I'm not quite sure Mia would be into it. She's never brought up wanting to bring her toys into it, and I think she might trash mine if she found out about them. Or steal them. -D

Stranger: Yeah, I get it. You could just casually bring it up sometime. Without mentioning yours. I mean. You're married. You should be able to talk about things like that, right? C

Stranger: It's a shame if you only use them on your own. It's so much better with someone there. C

Stranger: And that's probably the last thing I'm saying about it. This is getting very private and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. C

You: Yeah, right. I could just bring it up casually, maybe talk about adding some couple's toys sometime. She's my wife, she should support me for once, right? -D

You: It is? I should definitely find a way to bring it up if it's even better with another person. -D

You: Don't worry,you're not making me feel uncomfortable. I don't mind talking about stuff with you, Chris. -D

Stranger: It definitely is. When you're on your own, you can't make every movement nor can you use every position. And then there's the element of surprise. When you're on your own, you always know what you're gonna do. When you're using toys with someone else holding and using them, every movement or action can be a surprise. To top it off, there's the thing of trying new things. On your own, you stop quicker than with someone else. It's really, really good. C

Stranger: And as your wife she should support you in everything if you ask me. But I'm glad you don't feel uncomfortable. Me neither. C

You: I really think we should stop talking about this, Chris! -D

You: I understand what you're getting at, though. -D

You: She should, but I guess we're just really new to this husband and wife thing, things will get better, I'm sure. -D

You: I never feel uncomfortable around you. I feel like I could tell you all my secrets and you wouldn't judge me or hold them against me. -D

Stranger: That sounds a bit worrisome. Are you okay? C

You: I'm fine, Chris! I'm newly married! I'm living the dream! -D

Stranger: Of course I wouldn't hold them against you. If someone feels free and secure enough to share something like a secret, you should treasure that and respect it. It's a valuable thing. C

Stranger: Living the dream that you hope things will get better in? C

You: I meant our married life! It can only get better from here, it's only day one. We still have a honeymoon to get through. -D

Stranger: Alright. You do! When are you leaving? C

Stranger: I'm probably holding you up from packing and whatnot. C

Stranger: Sorry about that, Dare. C

You: I don't think we leave for a few days. I wasn't really in charge of the details. -D

You: Nah, my stuff's all packed already. I just need to throw my toothbrush and shit in a bag and I'll be good to go. -D

Stranger: Some things just never change, eh? ;) C

You: I'm a simple guy,, what can I say? -D

Stranger: Nothing. You're perfect as you are. C

You: As are you! -D

Stranger: Of course. It's what the P stands for in between Christopher and Colfer. C

You: Ooh! That's a good one! I wish I would have come up with it! -D

Stranger: You'll just have to deal with the E. I can't even come up with a good word with an E. And I'm the writer. Horrible. C

You: Excellent. Exceptional. Exotic. Elegant. -D

Stranger: God. That's so much better than what I came up with. C

You: What did you come up with? -D

Stranger: Eggnog. Ending. Elixir. Ear. Eagle. C

Stranger: You're all of your E's though. Definitely. C

You: Darren Ending Criss. I think it has a good ring to it. -D

Stranger: I'm a bit surprised you didn't go for the Eggnog. I mean. That would be more than unique. C

You: Too many jokes. -D

You: I would turn into Darren That's-Not-Eggnog Criss. No thank you. -D

Stranger: Ohh god! I just spit my coke out. Thanks, love. C

Stranger: Darren Ending Criss sounds like a story about you and me though. C

You: No problem! What else am I here for? -D

You: Ouch. -D

You: Sorry about that. I never meant to hurt you. I really love you, Chris. I don't want you to feel hurt. -D

Stranger: Yes, well. Too late. C

You: Chris... I'm really sorry. We should catch up and have bro time. -D

Stranger: I wasn't mad at all, silly. Only joking. I definitely would like some bro-time though. I could show you my sock drawer ;P C I suddenly have a flashback. Remember on tour with Glee when we were more than a bit tipsy at my birthday and I tried to pronounce your middle name? C

You: Oh thank God! You had me worried there for a minute, Colfer! -D Your sock drawer, hu? I'm down! We should plan something. When are you free? -D Oh God! How could I forget that night? We celebrated way too much that night. It was the best! I think at one point you even called me eggplant. -D

Stranger: You know we're always good, you and me. No worries. C Since I'm the one who's a writer who can work in his pjs.. Almost always? Just tell me when you're available. I'm sure we can make it work. C God, we really did. I had a headache for two days, but it was the best. I definitely called you Eggplant. and Expelliarmus. Because for some reason I was actually able to say that instead of Everett. C

You: Maybe next weekend? Would that work for you? I don't think I have anything going on. I'll have to double check my calendar, though. -D Those were some good times. I almost wish we were still touring like that. I'm pretty sure you came up with even more E names while tipsy than you could today. I don't know how you managed that! Everett isn't even /that/ hard to pronounce, I think that's the funniest part! -D

Stranger: Next weekend is fine by me. Will is gone that weekend with his friends, so even better. Lemme know if you can. I'll block it for now. C Me too. I loved that period. It still feels like it didn't really happen sometimes. Like a dream, too good to be true. C Everett is hard when you're drunk! It's because of the V and the R combined with the E's I guess? C Besides. I don't think I've ever been that drunk again afterwards. Damn. C

You: Perfect! I'll make next weekend work then! That way you don't have spend the whole weekend alone. -D It does feel too good to be true. If I didn't have pictures for proof, I would think it was just a very amazing dream. -D I don't think I had trouble with your name, even while drunk, Christopher Paul Colfer! Maybe you're just a lightweight. ;) -D Hmm, so should I bring a ton of booze and we can have a really good time? Maybe we can see if you can say Everett this time around? ;) -D

Stranger: Ton of booze sounds great. That and your DVDs since all mine are gone. If you're bringing that much booze, you should probably crash here as well though. Can't have you on the road like that! You'll be hitting on the cab driver again ;) C

Stranger: Next to you I'll always be a lightweight. Unfair, really! C

You: Great! I'll start stocking up on booze! Should I smuggle a DVD player over, too, or are we just going to cuddle close and watch on your laptop? -D Of course, I wouldn't want to be a danger on the road, and I guess I shouldn't risk having the sexiest cab driver to tempt me to flirt with him. You remember that guy, right? He was pretty sexy, you have to admit that. -D I can't help it I can hold my booze well! -D

Stranger: I don't mind either way. You may pick :) I'm always in for cuddles though. C He was ridiculously sexy. But maybe that was just because we were both drunk too that time. Hm. I see a pattern.. ;) C I think I actually still have his number somewhere. Wasn't his name Tom? Tim? Something like that? C But it's unfair! Your part Asian and your short! You shouldn't be able to hold your liquor that well. Unfair! C

You: Hmm, I could always bring it just in case. It doesn't mean we need to hook it up and use it if the laptop is easier. -D At least you admit it. I think he's probably the second sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on. Maybe third, but he's totally up there. I'm thinking this means we need to get drunk way more often! -D I think it was something like that. Something short, I know it wasn't anything like Thaddeus. Maybe I should call him up some time and see if he's still driving cabs. -D It's not my fault! Just because I'm short doesn't mean I can't drink with the best of them. Maybe I just have a hollow leg. -D

Stranger: Sounds like a plan. C Of course I admit it! I'm not blind. I'm curious who else is in your top three though. Matt? C You probably shouldn't call the sexiest cab driver now you're married though, Dare. You don't want crap about yourself in the magz. C A hollow leg. That must be it. I could make tons of jokes, but I'll behave. C

You: That is confidential information, Colfer! Matt is pretty high on the list, though. -D Right. That's probably not the best idea. If I just happen to call a cab, and he just /happens/ to be the driver, it's not my fault, right? You can't fault me for wanting to get home safely. -D Now I'm curious what kind of jokes you have up your sleeve. You know I don't mind if you misbehave once in awhile. -D

Stranger: Oh come on. You already told me about your secret stashroom in your closet, your dildo collection and now you can't tell me that? Boring ;) C Definitely not. I think I'll have to join you on that drive though. Just to make sure you'll come home safely of course. C I already misbehave too much whenever you're near. Remember when I hit on that bouncer to get us in that club? Or the time you dared me to flirt with that waiter for free desserts? You ruin me! C

You: I have to keep a little mystery! I don't want you knowing who I think about when using my secret stash! ;) I think that might be too much information, even for us. -D Of course. You're just that good of a friend. You wouldn't want the sexy cab driver to kidnap me or anything! -D Both of those things were totally worth it in my opinion! If we can get things out of misbehaving just a little, what's the harm? -D

Stranger: Probably right there. Alright. I'll let you have your mystery ;) C I definitely wouldn't want that! If he does, at least he should take me along as well. C Very true. C Fuck. I really missed you. C

You: Thanks. I can't be giving away all the juicy secrets of my life! -D Hmm, so you want us to be kidnapped as sex slaves together. I see. At least I know I wouldn't be alone! ;) -D Sorry, that sounded weird, I never thought about being kidnapped as his sex slave or anything! Just had to clarify that! -D We should go out and one of us can fake propose to get our meal and desserts on the house again! That was fun! I feel like that was a good exercise in acting, too. -D I've missed you too. I'm really looking forward to catching up with you. -D

Stranger: I'll pull them out of you when you've got enough booze in you anyway ;) C You definitely did think about that. Bad, Dare! Very bad. And hot. Which I am going to ignore right now. C Oh my god. I seriously tried to block that from my mind!! We were so lucky there wasn't anyone nearby who knew us. I mean. I burst out crying and actually kissed you in the middle of a full restaurant! It was tremendous fun though. C Me too, Dare. Glad I'm gonna have you for two days. I'll make the most of it! C

You: Oh, I think I can keep this one to myself. It's just one of those things that I just can't let anyone know. Not even you. -D I did not! I was just worried for my safety! I don't think about being kidnapped and tied up by sexy men! I'm married, remember? That would just be weird. -D It was really fun! I guess we were pretty lucky nobody knew us. We probably couldn't get away with that now, hu? I don't blame you for kissing me. We were just in the moment, and we really sold it. I think it paid off. We had everyone around us congratulating us. -D We will definitely have to pack as much fun into those days as we can. We have a lot of time to make up for and a lot of gossip to share! Plus, a lot of booze to consume and secrets to spill! ;) -D

Stranger: Intriguing. C Oh yes, definitely weird. I'm not married, so I can think about it, right? ;) C They were all so happy for us! I felt guilty though. I mean. We were so happy together. They must think you broke my heart now they see this news about you. C Cuddling, Booze, Dvds, sockdrawers, Lots of take out, Gossip, Secrets. Definitely. Maybe I'll even tell you my top three ;) Can't wait! C

You: Not with my man, you can't! ;) -D Fine, I guess you're allowed to think about it. Who am I to stop you. -D I didn't even think of that. I'm sorry if anyone thinks that. Maybe you could get some sympathy dessert out of it if we go back to that restaurant. -D Ooh, I'd love to know your top three! I'm guessing Will is one of them, though. I'd say you owe me the fourth, since Will is the obvious one, but since I'm keeping my number one to myself, I guess we're even. It all sounds so fun! I'm really getting excited now! -D

Stranger: Thanks for letting me borrow your man. Very generous, Dare. C Oh god. Can you imagine? It would be a total scam if I did that, haha. C I will tell you that Will isn't in the top three. Whoops. He's in my top ten though. C Me too! Counting the days, actually. C

You: I'm a generous guy. It would be a shame to keep him all to myself. -D Free dessert, though! How can you say no to free chocolate lava explosion or whatever that delicious dessert was? -D He's not? Wow. Now I really want to get some booze in you and dig some secrets out of you! ;) Top ten? Not even top 5? -D It's less than a week. That's not too bad. I think we can make it through. -D

Stranger: Oh yess! That dessert was to die for! I totally forgot. Maybe I should go back after all. It would be a perfect dessert combined with an opportunity to act my heart out. Sounds great, really. C Oh shit. I totally implied that with saying ten, didn't I? Damn it. I'm not good at keeping secrets for you! C

You: It'll be perfect practice for when you get that next acting gig! We should totally do it! It'll be fun! -D You kind of did. Does that mean he's ten or like eighth in line? I love that you can't keep secrets from me by the way! ;) -D

Stranger: I'm so going to regret this. But,.. alright! C He's on 7. God. I'm the worst boyfriend. Of course you love that. You're evil like that. C

You: Great! I can't wait! We're going to have such a blast! We'll get to act our asses off! Wait, if I'm the one breaking your heart, does that mean I can't share the dessert with you? Maybe I should re-think this. -D Seven. Hmm. So there's six guys ahead of him. Good to know. I'll be sure to pack extra booze just in case! I don't think it really makes you a bad boyfriend, though. It's not like you're acting on it and sleeping with all of them. I can't help it if I'm a little evil. You love me anyway! -D

Stranger: Prepare for a hysterical me. I'll ask for a doggy back and we'll eat it at my place. C Oh shit. No He's at eight. I miscounted. C I haven't slept with /all/ of them, no. I mean. If I had, I probably wouldn't be with number 8 of course. C Can't help it. I do love you. C

You: Sounds like a perfect plan! You can run off and leave me, and I'll meet you back at your place! -D Eight? Wow. I still don't think that makes you a bad boyfriend. Just because you're with someone in a committed relationship doesn't mean you can't look and have a few fantasies. -D Ooh, so that means you've slept with /some/ of them. I feel like I'm slowly chipping away to all the juicy deetz now! And I didn't even have to add booze! -D And I love you, Chris. I don't know who wouldn't. You're the most amazing guy. -D

Stranger: I'll be as dramatic as possible. You'll love it. C I slept with two of them, mister curious. C See? You really pull it all out from me. It's magic. You're secretly using your wand, aren't you? I feel like I'm under the Imperious. C Cutie. I could show you a list, but I like to keep you in that mindset. C

You: This is going to be good! Is it bad to say I'm a little excited to fake break your heart? -D Ooh! Now I know where exactly to dig once you've had a few drinks! ;) You're making this way too easy for me, Chris! -D Oh, I'd love to use my wand on you. I guess I'll just have to settle for using my charm! -D A list? Let me at them. I'll show them the error of their ways. -D

Stranger: Oh I'm sure you're excited about it. It's your daily job after all. C Bugger. I dug a hole for myself, didn't I? I ll just have to make sure I'll pull it out of you as well though. With your mysterious number one. C You love to use your wand on me, eh? C

You: What do you mean by that? -D You've definitely dug a hole for yourself and I'm not letting you fill it back in until I get to the bottom of it! Ooh, you're on. I'm pretty sure I'm keeping my lips sealed shut on my number one. I'll never tell him. I could never. There's too much to risk. -D Of course I'd love to use my wand on you! Who wouldn't want to put you under their spell? -D

Stranger: I guess we'll both keep our number ones a secret then. Can't risk the most valuable things in life after all. C You already have me under your spell, Dare. I don't even need your wand or a potion for that ;) C You're Harry Freaking Potter! C

You: You're not going to tell me your number one? :(( You're no fun! -D Hmm, if you're under my spell, I'll get all 1-7 out of you! I'll just pull out some good tequila and you'll be like putty in my hands! -D Damn right I am! Don't forget it! ;) -D

Stranger: (UUgh I'm falling asleep and not because you're bad, because you're more than awesome, but it's like the middle of the night in here >.<. I'm sorry! You were brilliant though! Thank you for the awesome rp, love! Hope to see you again one time!

You: (Goodnight! Hopefully we'll run into each other again! It was fun! )

Stranger: Defek

Stranger: Definitely! :) <3

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