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channingrinaldi:

Channing made himself eat a bite or two, the taste not quite up to Channing’s level, but it was good enough for now. Good enough to get his foot back in the door with Xavier so they could go back to how things were before. Go back to a time with Channing setting out all the ingredients, and serving it all up on a platter before Xavier, doing anything and everything to bring a smile to their face with every bite.

He wanted to stare, wanted to catalog the differences between this Xavier, and the one he’d left nine months ago, but he didn’t want to push, or overwhelm them so he kept his gaze on his plate. Until Xavier spoke. Blinking in surprise his brow instantly snapped together in confusion, before Xavier’s words seemed to make a bit more sense in Channing’s head. Setting down his own fork he glanced between Xavier, and the apartment, and the mess, and finally settled on Xavier’s hands. They were what had caught Channing’s attention in the first place, all those years ago, and they were something he knew he would never get tired of looking at.

“I came…because I missed you.” It really was as simple as that. Channing had missed Xavier from the first moment he’d left their apartment all those months ago, and hadn’t stopped feeling like there was an ache in his chest since. With every ignored text, or dropped phonecall, or ill-received post-card, that ache had only grown heavier in his chest, until he felt as if he couldn’t breathe until he saw Xavier. Meeting Xavier’s gaze across the island, stomach twisting in knots, he lifted one shoulder in a shrug, “Because…I love you, and always will, and…I wanted to see if you still felt the same…” He let out a long breath at the confession, and felt a burst of nervous energy take over, pushing him from his seat, to start putting away the trash he’d brought with him, “I realize it’s been over nine months, and there was probably a reason you stopped…answering, but I–I wanted to see you–face-to-face.” Wanted Xavier to tell him to go away to his face, because then Channing would be forced to crush the last vestiges of hope living in his chest.

Silence settled around the pair when Channing finally finished speaking. Xavier had been picking at the food, barely paying attention to what was on their plate as he spoke. All of their attention had been Channing. The eyebrows, so expressive and vibrant. They quirked with almost every word and Xavier remembered exactly what they felt like under their thumb on a few months ago. The lips, so full and welcoming. How could they have gone 9 months without kissing those?

They sighed and shifted, pushing their plate away from them. Xavier stood and stepped closer to the other, still maintaining a few feet between them. Were they ready to touch him again? Probably not, and yet they did anyway. One hand reached out and settled on Channing’s forearm, if only to steady to other for a brief moment before pulling away. Already, they hated having their arms at their sides. But anything past that could lead to things that Xavier was sure they weren’t ready to commit to. 

“You do not have to clean up, Channing.” They said, a definite but gentle tone lacing their voice. Channing’s words had left them, almost literally, speechless. They wanted to talk about the past 9 months, the lonliness that plagued their heart and watered their eyes in the deep hours of the night; the mornings they couldn’t bear to get out of bed because it was the closest warmth to Channing’s arm they could manage to find; the bartenders that knew their order before their name. Fuck. 

“It was Vincent.” They finally said, biting at the inside of their cheek and shifting. Xavier leaned against the counter, facing slightly away from Channing before scrubbing a spindly hand over their face. Nine months of self-destruction had left them frail, in more ways than one. “He didn’t want me to talk to you. He made me stop...” Their voice dropped. Why is this so hard? 

How to say-- || Xavier & Channing

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ofindiana:

“Ugh. My infamous rant. I swear, I have no idea how it circulated as much as it did.” She groaned briefly as she settled next to Xavier on the couch with her own glass of juice. More than anything, she was glad they hadn’t gotten wrapped up in all the traumatic bullshit with the heist; lots of her friends had skipped on the Blue Moon event, apparently, and it was the only positive news she had received regarding it. “Well, I got stuck in the bathroom with this girl who was snorting, like, kilograms of fucking cocaine off the back of the toilet seat cover,” Her eyes widened as she recalled with the detached amazement how unreal the situation had been and she went on to narrate the events to her friend, gesticulating as she spoke. “I swear to god, it got all over her nose and her face when I forced her to open the stall because I had a fucking terminator – and I say terminator because he had the emotional capacity of one, honestly – standing behind me with this thing. This machine gun. Okay, it was just a rifle but those things look huge in real life! And what did she do? What did she do when our lives were at risk? She started shouting at the robber and told him to go fuck himself. Yeah.”

“Hey, don’t insult cocaine users! I hear they’re lovely people.” With a playful nudge from their shoulder, Xavier shot her a wink. She knew about their drug habits, it was hard to hide at this point, but they still liked to make it light. What fun is a drug habit when it’s tied to a distant boyfriend and an abusive manager? Xavier chose to ignore those heavy topics, turning every bit of their life into something laughable. Still, they listened intently to the story, eager to hear a first-hand account of the evening. Fortunately, they’d been too busy wallowing in their own self-pity to attend the event, but Xavier still wanted to know every detail. “You have to applaud her tenacity, Indi.” They chuckled and settled into the couch, curling their knees to their chest. “Not many people could tell a man with a gun to go fuck himself.”

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"You,” they sidled up to the blonde stranger and grinned, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Drunk Xavier is touchy, sue them. “Look like you are having a very shitty night.” They waved the bartender over and ordered a round of shots easily, setting one in front of the stranger. Always the kind of person to lift spirits, they had easily spotted the one person in the room that seemed to be having a bad night. Even without know who, or why, they had taken it upon themself to help her out of a rut. “Do you think one shot is enough to lighten you up a bit? Or should I get another round?” @babellaby

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Bryce Brooks being there for a weepy Xavier Lachapelle. We wonder what could have our polymath so out of sorts>

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v-stone:

A smile blossomed in her face, hearing that familiar voice always made her happy, regardless of the situation, because it belonged to the only person outside of family she was completely comfortable with, Xavier. Looking up at them she smiled even more, placing the phone on the table, “You are a deity amongst us petty humans Xavier. We don’t deserve you. Is that my usual? Because if it is you might just saved my day.” Saved her hellish day. But Xavier had that gift, to make most things better, almost like her siblings.

But then again, it seemed like putting her at ease, bringing a smile to her face, was something they had always done, ever since the two of the had first met. As a matter of fact, the only reason Veronica put up with Vincent ( or ignores his existence and didn’t ruin him ), in any way was because he had been the one bringing Xavier to Los Angeles, but she was digressing, losing herself in her thoughts, and paying to attention to her best friend. Shaking herself out of reverie she took a sip of the drink Xavier had brought her. “How are you?”

“Of course it is, you need it.” After pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek, Xavier settled on the bench next to her and took a sip of her drink. They could only imagine what kind of hell she’d been through this morning to make her reaction so thankful. Probably work, she would tell them if there was someone of interest in her life. Still, they smiled warmed and let their head fall back, enjoying the cool breeze. 

“I am just peachy.” Not exactly true, but this wasn’t the time. Veronica clearly needed the affirmation this morning, so they would let their troubles rest on the back burner. “But you, you seem... Hm, frustrated.” Never one to sugarcoat, Xavier sighed and shifted, pulling one foot up onto the bench and leaning sideways into the back of it. “What’s gone wrong today?”

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It had been weeks since Jesse’s encounter with a masked stranger in one of the tents at the masquerade. While it was nothing extraordinary, he was still thinking about it. If only because he didn’t know who was behind the mask. Not knowing the names of who he slept with was nothing new for Jesse, mostly everyone he went home with was a stranger with very, very few exceptions, but this was different. He didn’t remember his other one night stands due to it being in a haze of booze and pills but purposely leaving the masks on to keep their identities secret? It was damn hot and Jesse often found his mind wandering back to that night.

It was in Grand Park that his thoughts drifted back to it after seeing a stranger that was vaguely familiar. Quickly, Jesse made a detour. “I’m sorry, I feel like I’ve met you before.”

The Masquerade Gala had been a rather eventful night for Xavier. Channing had ended up taking them home, making sure they were fully hydrated and all that fun stuff but before their path had crossed with their ex? Well, their evening was just as fun as any other Saturday night. Indulging in little white lines wasn’t the only thing they’d lost themself in that evening. A steamy session with a masked stranger? How many people can say they’ve crossed it off their bucket list? Xavier hadn’t put much thought into it, mainly because they didn’t remember most of it but when someone spoke out to them, there was an odd feeling in the back of the mind. Did they know him?

“Uh...” they paused; taking gigs in LA meant Xavier had done probably makeup for over a thousand people, in the past year alone. Maybe that’s how? “I’m an artist. Makeup, special effects, maybe that’s how?” Still, they couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more.

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Every morning in L.A. seemed to treat Xavier different, no matter how much they tried to keep it similar. Surprisingly, the make-up artist was a fan of routines, order. But LA was not a city that was conducive to an organized lifestyle. Twists and turns are thrown at you from every direction; some pleasant, some not so much as evidence by the coffee spilled all over their clothes. Bikers really don’t pay attention, do they? With a sigh, Xavier turned, hoping to make their way into an uber waiting for them on the curb. Of course, they bumped into another person; thankfully all their coffee had already spilled, otherwise this stranger would be drenched too. “Merde,” they mumbled, giving the other a once over to make sure nothing had spilled, “I am so very sorry... Is this your Uber? Or mine?” @larsonjett

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And I’m trying hard to make you love me But I don’t want to try too hard…

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ok if i haven’t replied to our thread at this point i dropped it. most of this is just because i think that having super old/stale threads was completely killing my muse (aside from rl shit going on rn). that being said ..... like this for a personalized starter from xavier! i’ll be posting these tonight when i get home from work.

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v-stone:

It was difficult, sometimes, to do her job. Most people thought she just totted around celebrities with a camera, but that wasn’t fun. No Veronica did her job for fun, and so while she was a paparazzo, she changed her job a little, searching for scandals and news, sapping pictures as proof and then sell them to the highest bidder. Her job, however, depended on tips and leaks, on small bits of conversation overheard by the wrong people, being them her or those in her occasional employ. There were days when the stars aligned, and her job was easy, yet, there were others when nothing went right. Today was such a day. Her previous tip had been a bust, her most expensive lens had smashed on the ground, and the photos she’d developed that morning had ended up horrible because of a ridiculous mistake she had made.

To make matters worse, Veronica was on the phone with one of her biggest informants, and for some reason he was refusing to cooperate. The conversation was tense, and running longer than usual. The person on the other end was proving to be quite reluctant be agreeable in any way. Finishing the call abruptly, without even a goodbye, Veronica sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. How much worse can this day get?

It was a beautiful day. Back in France, the late winter months had always been exactly that. Late. Winter. The remnants of winter were still there, sure, but the muddy streets and overcast skies had an air of endlessness to them. The desolate weeks had always been a source of dread for Xavier. They liked the sun, they liked the idea of being warm and comfortable. It’s part of the reason they love Los Angeles so much, the sun never seemed to want to quit. 

“You, Ms Veronica Stone, are in luck.” They grinned. They’d spotted their best friend from across the way while in the queue for the coffee shop and managed to put in a second order, which hopefully turns into a pleasant surprise for her. With one hand gripping their white chocolate mocha and their other holding Veronica’s favorite drink, they plopped down next to the other. “Your favorite, a gift from moi.” 

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clearedashe:

There was a tinge of sadness in the stranger’s voice. They were damp from years of tears, Asher was sure of that. They swiped the bottle from Asher’s hand with force, trying to remain strong as they relive whatever romantic tragedy that plagued them. In this one moment of being authentic, Asher couldn’t help but sympathise with them. I took him years to get over Adrian, and to come to terms that some questions surrounding him might never be answered. But he had a feeling the mysterious stranger could find answers, if he was a regular old stranger, so he decided to probe.

As he stared out into the dark horizon, the blue highlights of the trees swaying gently in the calm of night, he started with his first question. “So tell me, then, mysterious stranger, how the hell am I to keep it from fucking up?” He decided t probe a little more. “Aren’t couples supposed to fight, go through strive, so their bonds grow even stronger? Because they can fight this whole fucked up world together, no?” He let the stranger think on the question for a moment, before throwing out his own hypothesis: “maybe you’re not looking because you’re sure you found what you were looking for?”

“Yeah, but,” Xavier trailed off for a moment. He had a point; couples were supposed to fight. And, sure, there were a few issues in their relationship with Channing, but they’d all been resolved. Compromise was a huge part of their relationship, as it should in any relationship but even with the pair valuing it, there was never much need. It always seemed as if everything was perfect. Yes, there were problems with Vincent in the picture, a few instances of Xavier’s terrible coping habits coming to pull a tear in their love but for the most parts? Things were truly perfect. 

So maybe that’s why it hurt them so much. To be forced to completely distance yourself from the love of your life? To leave with no explanation as why you’re doing the things you are? Xavier was still reeling and they weren’t sure the spiral would ever stop. “But the problem wasn’t fighting. Or disagreements. Or really noything was wrong. That is the problem, isn’t it?” They paused. Of course; their bond with Channing had never been a problem. Rather extenuating circumstances (read: Vincent) were what had pulled them apart. “Sometimes --... Sometimes there’s nothing else to do. Life does not often let you pick and choose. The beauty of it all, huh?”

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ofindiana:

Indiana patted Xavier’s knee as she got up, indicating that they continue talking while she went to the kitchen to fetch them both something to drink; the kitchen was in the same area as the living room so she was able to hear them clearly despite the distance. “Yeah, I could tell. The last time we hung out was, what, a month ago?” Indiana said, no longer upset about the lack of contact between them since she knew full well how it felt to be swept up with work. “But what have you been up to?” She asked, before picking up a tray on which there was a slice of chocolate cake she hoped they wouldn’t egg her on about—although it was suspicious since she couldn’t cook for shit but maybe they wouldn’t be able to tell she had bought it—and a glass of orange juice; it was still the afternoon so she saved the alcohol for later. “Yep. I did,” She nodded grimly as she sat back across from them. “Oh, well, you’ll be excited to know that what happened to me takes the cake when it comes to craziness. I already ranted about it to, like, ten people or something.”

“At least,” they complied, settling back into her couch. Indiana’s couch was a play Xavier had come to know very well. The pair had spent endless nights gorging themselves on Chinese take out and sweets; anything to stay busy, they suppose. Xavier watched as she wandered around the kitchen, a grin spreading over their features at the sight of the cake. Sure, it was nothing like the pastries back in France, but sharing with a friend like Indiana? That makes it almost as good. “I saw something about that on your twitter! Do tell..” They teased, shooting the other a wink and toeing off their shoes. They could already tell they were going to be here for a while.

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brycbrooks:

                   When Bryce’s phone buzzed, he’d been half asleep and ready to put another day behind him while the next would be typically much of the same – endless indecision and at a loss for what to do next with his life. Between Raime gone, people hating him, and the show on the verge of either ending finally or getting him to sign on for another season; he was ready to be done for the day. That was until it was Xavier’s name and number that popped up on his phone that had him answering immediately. 

“Xavier,” he answered, moving to sit up from his spot in bed as he rubbed at his eyes and forced himself to wake up quick enough that he could catch onto the other’s words as well as the outpouring of emotion through his phone. He’d heard Xavier like this once before, right after Channing had left and Bryce made a point to help pick up the pieces of his friend – one of his best. But it hadn’t been easy, though the past few months had been another person there rather than the broken and defeated one that’d been left in the other’s wake. “Where are you? I’ll come and get you. Just tell me where you’re at.” 

Bryce was already moving with a purpose, shoving his pants on and shoes before finding his keys to head out the door towards wherever Xavier was holing up for the night after hearing the other’s voice once more. “I know you miss him. You’re allowed to miss him, but you can’t let this take you down this path again. Not after the last time.” Worry filled Bryce’s voice, wanting to be there for his friend but knowing that there was a chance that he was too late even by the time he slid into the driver’s seat and turned the engine on. “Let me help.”

Most people know the terms B.C. as ‘before christ’, a common way of telling time. Everyone has certain events in their life that helps them determine the timing of others, but for Xavier, B.C. meant Before Channing. Before Channing, they didn’t know what they were missing. Those years spent alone, spending hours in school, learning everything they could; everything they’d experienced had blurred together. But After Channing...

The first few weeks were the hardest. Bryce was first hand to that; the nights spent too fucked up to even speak. Mornings filled with painkillers and coffee, a desperate attempt to get rid of a hangover before their gig. In a world that was ready to crumble, Bryce had become their only constant.

So, maybe that’s why Xavier’s mind still goes immediately to him when they’re too drunk to stand. “The 100k.” They croaked, watching a group of scantily clad women pass, giggling. They’re actually having fun, that should be me. Xavier sighed and wiped a messy hand over their lips, resting their head in their hand. 

“Did you know he’s back in t-town?” Their voice had broken a few times and when they finally finished their question, tears had begun streaming down their cheeks. “He c-came over.” Xavier hunched over, pressing their cheek against the cool cement wall as they started eyeing the streets. Half hoping Bryce had made it here that quickly and half knowing that’s quite literally impossible, they conceded, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. “With dinner, Bryce.”

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☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

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jesseandrewsx:

Zeus? Close enough, really. … “It’s close enough.” Okay, not really, but Jesse didn’t care. There were more important things to worry about than the person not getting his choice of god to channel in his outfit. He hummed, appraising the other slowly. He wasn’t sure how many people or gods would be bold enough to walk around in cheetah print all night, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let something like a little confusion in each other’s outfit choices stop whatever was about to happen.

Behind the mask, Jesse’s eyebrows raised. They certainly were brazen, weren’t they? He took a sip of his drink before placing the glass on the bar.  “I’ll be honest, I don’t know who you’re dressed as.” As someone pretty familiar with Greek mythos, it was a little disappointing, but he would chalk it up to the alcohol in his blood. At least they could deal with said confusion together. 

“And I’ll be honest,” Xavier grinned, fingers still trailing over his collar, “I just needed an excuse to wear this suit.” Their mind flitted to the worst, for just a moment. What if someone saw them, told Channing? Vincent knew, of course, of their escapades and he never cared. He’d much rather Xavier indulge in a stranger, someone who held no real meaning in their life. But Channing? They didn’t want Channing to know what they’d been up in his absence. 

Still, Xavier’s rosé fueled mind propelled them closer, tilted their head to the side, and planted a flirty little smile on their lips. “Technically, I am Achelois. She who washed away pain.” They shrugged. Their fingertips drew down the other’s jacket, eventually brushing over the lower hem and reaching around to his waist.  

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catsmeow-kitty:

Kitty was amused, happy not to be sitting by herself and even more pleased with her company. Licking her lips, she cocked her head and watched as glitter fell from her chest. “I was sort of counting on it.” She replied coyly, but the impish smirk spread into a genuine smile as she leaned closer to Xavier and planted a chaste kiss on their lips. Pulling back Kitty ran her finger over her chest and shared some of her glitter across Xavier’s cheekbone.

“There-” She stated satisfied, “You looked like you needed a little glitter in your life. You’re too pretty not to sparkle.” Kitty raised her brows and took a champagne flute to take a long drink, “Do you have plans after this or can I take you home?” Kitty hummed, “ keep you for a night?”

They tilted their head, if only to catch the palm of her hand in a small kiss before shrugging. Xavier, throughout the night, had met plenty of interesting people, and while some part of them was hoping that they’d reconnect and spend a crazy, distracting night under the sheets, they knew exactly what Kitty had to offer. Maybe that was her appeal? Consistent, yet still fun and exactly what they needed.

“Oh, you know me,” they chuckled, glancing around the large room, “I like to keep my options open.” Xavier shot her a playful wink and carefully lifted the flute from her fingers, indulging themself; despite the fact that ‘indulging’ had been their only activity all night. “But what about you? Don’t tell me the fantastique Kitty hasn’t found someone just as interesting this evening?”