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[gossipsnake]

TIMING: Early October 2023 LOCATION: Midnight Drive-In PARTIES: Anita (@gossipsnake) and Xóchitl (@vanishingreyes) SUMMARY: Two women hanging out at a drive-in theater. What are they gonna do? Kiss? CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

There were people who thought they knew Anita, and then there were people who actually knew Anita. The former was a fairly large category of people consisting of former professors, colleagues, some students, bartenders she saw on the regular, a handful of friends, and no doubt a few (dozen?) women who psychoanalyzed her inability to commit. The second group was much smaller - essentially just her family. And Metzli. But with each passing year, Anita worried that her own family was beginning to shift into the first category. The longer she was in America, living among humans with a regularity and familiarity they did not understand, the more she felt isolated and misunderstood. 

Maybe that was why it struck her so distinctly when she came across Xóchitl also scouring the Mexican food section of the local grocery store a few weeks back. Anita had no need to consume human food and she certainly did not have to eat with the same level of frequency that they did, but there was something about enjoying a taste of home that brought her comfort. Usually had she come across a woman that insanely stunning she would have tried to take her home but instead she ended up letting the woman have her mom send some Mexican treats up to Wicked’s Rest for her. 

The gesture was wonderful but brought her some pause. She didn’t have relationships with people that were like this. That were… simply nice? Anita had ultimately ended up at the conclusion that the woman was too comforting for her to be human. So she decided it was worthwhile to get to know her a bit better and figure out exactly what she was. Could she be a fellow lamia, perhaps? 

That was why she invited her to go see a movie instead of immediately suggesting they go over to her place. Anita wanted to see how she interacted with the rest of the world. 

She didn’t remember there being nearly as many latine people in town when she’d been growing up. Of course, Xóchitl’s perception of the town when she was growing up was missing more than a few pieces, but that didn’t negate the immense feeling of comfort that came along with finding someone else looking for Mexican foods in the grocery store. 

Certainly, Anita was beautiful - one of the most beautiful people she’d come across since returning to town, but the near-immediate kinship that she’d felt with the woman felt even nicer than perhaps a night spent together would’ve. Of course, that didn’t mean that Xóchitl didn’t discount a night together sometime in the future, but having someone who she felt good around was more important, right now.

So of course she’d asked her mother to send her snacks for herself and her new… acquaintance. Friend. Whatever Anita was, though the idea of friends was still weird and not something that sat all too comfortably with Xóchitl. Namely due to the fact that having friends meant you could lose them in the most terrible of ways, and she wasn’t going to let herself go through that again. It was why her friendships since Mackenzie had been surface-level, for the most part. Even if she’d found herself fonder of some than she would have liked to be, she’d always done her best to keep it surface-y. Which, of course, made a lot of things lonely, a lot of the time.

So maybe she could decide to be friends with Anita. At least, they could go to a movie together. So maybe it felt nice that the other woman wanted to pick her up, and so maybe Xóchitl had dressed up somewhere between casual and hot night out. So maybe she’d packed some more snacks. She heard a knock at her door and opened the door, offering Anita a bright smile, switching immediately into Spanish. “Nice to see you. I’m ready to go if you are.”

As soon as Xóchitl opened the door and flashed her that near perfect smile followed by the sweet sound of her native language, Anita felt encapsulated by the same warmth she felt when they had run into each other at the grocery store. She didn’t have words for it and she didn’t think she cared to learn any, substantiating those feelings felt a kind of foreign that made her uneasy and she wanted to bask in the warmth for the time being. 

“A pleasure to see you again, too.” Her eyes danced down the other woman, taking in how ridiculously stunning she looked before returning her gaze to match Xóchitl’s and grinning. “Absolutely. Let’s go.” Anita quickly realized that she hadn’t really thought this plan through. Sure, she wanted to learn more about Xóchitl, but she also didn’t know how she’d get through the night without suggesting they bail and go back to her place. 

Determined to at least make it through the movie first, Anita turned her thoughts to less salacious things. “You’re place is really lovely. How long did you say you’ve been in town, again?” Anita had taken the lead walking back from the front door to her car. On her approach she briefly considered going to open the passenger door for Xóchitl before deciding that was far too chivalrous for her, even in these circumstances. 

Anita was unfairly beautiful.

Though, if she were honest, Xóchitl was aware that she herself certainly wasn’t lacking in the beauty department.

Which was probably self-centered of her or something, but she didn’t have too much effort to care about that right now. Not when she had a chance at excellent company, a good movie, and possibly more, after it was all done. “Just since March.” Spanish again. “I can continue in Spanish, or switch back to English, whatever you’d prefer. Anything for beautiful women.” 

Locking the door, she followed Anita back to the car and got in, immediately turning to her friend once she’d entered the car too. “I forget, sorry, have you seen this movie before?” Xóchitl grinned, “and I hope you’ll forgive me if I’m making a fool of myself. I did bring snacks, though. If we wanted. Though I’m content to just watch.”

It was like Xóchitl had taken a page out of Anita’s own playbook, casually dropping a compliment at the end of her sentence. It was good, but not enough to make her veer away from her mission for the night. Not yet, anyway.  “I prefer Spanish when I can, which is not as often as I would like, but thankfully often enough.” When Anita had first moved to the US she had such a difficult time switching between English and Spanish, often answering in Spanish even to questions posed in English. These days, especially in this town, she found it was sometimes the other way around. 

“Oh, yes,” Anita responded with a slight laugh, “I don’t know if I could tell you how many times I’ve watched this movie, actually. Frida has always spoken to me - I adore the strange way that she saw the world. Add Salma Hayek into the mix… I mean, that’s a recipe for success.” 

Normally Anita liked to save her appetite for her big meals but if there was one thing she couldn't resist it was snacks that reminded her of home. “Well you certainly came prepared, huh? What’d you bring?” While tempted to make some comment about Xóchitl herself being quite the snack, Anita resisted. Though she was sure that the way her eyes glanced over at her in the passenger seat gave her thoughts away. So she turned her gaze back towards the road as they made their way towards the drive-in. “What about you, have you seen this movie before?” 

“Thankfully indeed, though I imagine more is always better, hm?” She didn’t need to look at Anita for that answer – if the two of them were at all similar (and she knew that they were), then the answer would be a resounding yes, absolutely. Xóchitl was grateful for all the Spanish speakers she’d run into since coming back – it wasn’t perfect at all, and didn’t make the town ideal in any way, but it did make her feel at least a bit more at home than she’d expected to feel.

“Glad to be watching with an expert, then,” Xóchitl nodded along to Anita’s words, “oh I agree with you on all that, I’m just apparently woefully uneducated,” she pouted, though her eyes betrayed any actual appearance of sadness or shame.

She shrugged, “just some chips, mostly. Some dried fruit too. All stuff my mamá sent me, so it’s legit.” Xóchitl couldn’t help but smile at the way Anita’s eyes made their way over her body, “I like to be prepared, you know – just thinking ahead, I like to make anyone who I’m with feel satisfied.” The eyebrow raise would give away some of her own thoughts, “and no, I haven’t. I’m uneducated,” her lips pouting again, “but I promise I’m a quick learner.”

Anita found that having a playful back and forth with someone else was almost always a surefire sign of compatibility. It was the type of banter that just came easily and felt natural. It wasn't often that she came across people that felt familiar, and it wasn't just the shared heritage with Xóchitl that Anita found compelling. ”Well, luckily for you, I am quite an exceptional teacher. We'll have you properly educated in no time.“ 

”Chips and fruit. Got a bit of salty, a bit of sweet. Some soft, some crunch. Sounds like you've got all the main categories covered.“ It was the next comment that made Anita realize her platonic plans for the evening might be very much in danger. Hell, it was not unlike certain lines she'd used on other women and it caused all sorts of intoxicating thoughts to slither around in her mind. ”Well, sounds like another thing we've got in common there then...,” intentionally trailing off she let the implications speak for her. “I love that you're so eager to learn. I think we'll have quite an informative evening.” 

The rest of the trip to the drive-in wasn't very long at all and by the time the large outdoor screen came into view Anita had already decided to ignore her previous plan of simply getting to know Xóchitl and decided to just give in and see where the night took them. Pulling in,  Anita intentionally decided to park a bit away from the other cars already there for the movie. Nothing wrong with a bit of privacy just in case. “Well, here we are. The most glorious drive-in in all of Maine,” the comment was made in obvious jest. There wasn't anything wrong with the outdoor theater but it wasn't anything special either. “Ever been out here before?“

“I look forward to an informative evening,” Xóchitl bit her lip, because why the heck should she not lean into any flirting that might be going on? Surely, she valued her growing friendship with Anita, but Anita was also gorgeous, and she wasn’t about to turn down any sort of opportunities that presented themselves. That would just be a waste, and she’d never want to be any sort of a wasteful person. “I can bet you’re one of the best teachers around.”

She nodded, “I like to have all my bases covered, where possible.” That much might have been delivered in a somewhat flirtatious manner, but it was also true. Thinking of every way something could go made it less likely that something truly terrible would happen. It didn’t eliminate the possibility, but any sort of lessening of that was good. Any sort of control was good. At least, in her daily life. Where things went outside of that, she didn’t mind so much.

Anita’s choice to park a bit away from the crowd was one that Xóchitl respected and admired, and though she would’ve been fine with continuing to just get to know Anita, she also wasn’t the least bit opposed to having the night take them in a different direction. “Well, the company’s glorious at least,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think once, maybe, when I was little, with my parents. Not recently, though, no. How about you?”

It was sometimes amusing to Anita how impactful language could be. Like the comment about her being the best teacher round. She knew it was just flattery for flattery's sake but despite that knowledge it brought a warmth to her cheeks and a smile to her face. “Well, a teacher is only as good as their students. So if I end up being a great teacher tonight... must be because you're an exceptional student.“ None of that was true, but it sounded good, so Anita said it. 

The drive-in wasn't particularly packed, but there were a good deal of cars around. Anita unbuckled herself now that the car was fully parked and shifted in her seat so that she was facing Xóchitl smirking as she met the other woman's gaze, “You're certainly correct about that.” The soft glow that the large movie screen was casting down upon them created such a soft glow around her face and it had Anita mesmerized. “I've been a handful of times. Always looking for ways to stay busy in this town.“ 

”Not sure how you feel about the cold, but I can't seem to get used to it,” she moved herself so that she was kneeling on her seat and she carefully reached between the two front seats and pulled out an oversized flannel blanket from the back seat. As Anita moved back down, her arm grazed against Xóchitl’s. The action unexpectedly caused soft shivers to spread across her skin in the most pleasant way. “Guess we both like to cover all our bases.” 

“I like to think of myself as a good student, so we’ll see if that’s proven true tonight.” Xóchitl didn’t too often feel the need to be shy about her opinion of herself, and there was something about the way that Anita carried herself that caused her to lean into it all the more. It was so fun and felt so familiar and so comfortable all in one. Which was a good feeling. One she found herself craving, even if she didn’t admit it out loud all too often.

Anita was matching Xóchitl’s own facial expression, and that only served to bolster her confidence for the evening. The night was perfect, the night was beautiful, and she couldn’t help but let her gaze be pulled by her friend, the curve of her jaw and her lips and the way her hair fell over her shoulders. “Makes sense, it’s good to try and find things to do, and movies aren’t a bad thing at all.” Again, so long as they weren’t fantasy ones, filled with creatures that weren’t real, and creatures who helped, when Xóchitl’s interaction with moving rocks had been awful.

“Yeah, I mean, I try to, but I much prefer the warmth.” She felt Anita’s arm against her own and Xóchitl had to shake her head to readjust her thoughts. “Guess we do. Mind if I share? You know, also hating the cold and all.”

“Yes, exactly - life is just so monotonous without trying new things.” Anita never quite understood those people who just stood by and let life happen to them. If she had done that she would still be back in Tabasco sitting around like her sisters and their Tias before them, passively living. She wouldn’t have seen all the things she had or experienced the bliss of individual victory. And most certainly, she wouldn’t be there in the car with Xóchitl. 

“Well of course, can’t let a pretty girl get cold,” Anita purred as she settled back into the driver seat, adjusting the seat further back now that reaching the pedals wasn’t a necessity. Unfolding the blanket she passed the one corner over to Xóchitl, this time intentionally allowing her arm to brush against hers as she did so. 

They were early enough for the movie, allowing a bit of time for Anita to try and figure out her passenger a bit more. It was easier to figure out insects than people, even humans (if that was what she was). Their behavior gave them away, either being the type to swarm in a colony or being a solitary predator. People, on the other hand, could use their behavior to deceive. Anita should know. “Close your eyes,” she instructed gently. “Imagine you’re outside, there’s warm sun on your skin, a soft melody playing in the distance, and you feel safe.” Pausing long enough to give her some time to consider, and partly to see if she would get into the prompt or brush it off, Anita continued looking over in anticipation, “Okay, you can open your eyes. Where were you?” 

“It makes for a very boring existence,” Xóchitl mused, before flashing another grin over at Anita. There had been a great deal of wanting to just sit and let life happen to her, for a time, from when she was about twelve until just before she turned fourteen. Of thinking that if she hadn’t solved her grief by then, then trying any more was, in fact, fruitless and pointless. Which it hadn’t been, and wasn’t, but it was easy to just want to lie in her bed and not think about much of anything. She’d done almost a complete one-eighty and threw herself into life after that, though. Which had been its own sort of detrimental, but she’d elected not to care too much at all.

“Well, I don’t want you to get cold, either – you know, because you’re quite a pretty girl yourself.” Anita’s voice nearly instantly relaxed her – not that Xóchitl had been unrelaxed before, but there was something about the lilt of the other woman’s voice that drew her in inexplicably. The brushing of their arms was a nice addition, too.

Xóchitl followed Anita’s words without question, settling against the seat, letting her eyes flutter closed. She took a careful breath, doing exactly as she was told, settling into a memory that hadn’t ever happened. Her and Mackenzie, on a Los Angeles beach, though that was quickly replaced with a trip she’d taken with her moms, when she was ten. “I was on a beach in Haiti. I visited a few times with my parents, manman is from there, but it’s – I haven’t been back in years, but it was warm and safe, and I could feel the sun on my skin, and how clear the air smells.”

There was always an inherent curiosity Anita felt when she met people who seemed to be kindred spirits. She always found herself lingering on questions of why. When insects display similar behavioral patterns you can’t simply ask them why - you have to observe and form a hypothesis that can then be tested. People, however, can be asked. Over the years she had learned that some women take her genuine curiosity as something more than it is; as some indication that her desire to learn about them is rooted in romanticism. So she has tried to adapt, learn what questions to ask outright and which to resign to observation. 

Xóchitl felt so familiar that Anita wanted to ask a million questions about her, but opted instead for the less involved approach as she usually did. “Good thing this blanket’s big enough for both of us, then.” 

Her eyes remained fixed on the soft caramel skin of the other woman as she followed Anita’s instructions. She wanted to see how she reacted, not just in her answer to the ultimate question but also in any involuntary responses the prompt might elicit. There seemed to be some peace in whatever she was thinking of. A smile spread across her face as she listened to the description of the scene that had played in Xóchitl’s head. “I’ve never been to Haiti, but I’ve been on my fair share of beaches that felt like that. Who’s manman?” As she asked the question, the projector of the theater flickered on indicating that they were gearing up to start the film. 

“Good thing is right,” Anita felt eerily familiar, almost so much so to the point that Xóchitl wanted to pinch herself. A kindred soul, or something, her parents would’ve said, probably. Mackenzie might’ve said something like that, too, or asked what their star signs were, because for some reason there was a deep part of her that figured Mackenzie would’ve wound up loving astrology, loving finding new sorts of ways to explain the universe. “Though I’m sure we would’ve found a way to make it work regardless.”

“Haiti is very worth it – though I like some of the beaches in Mexico, too. Oh – manman is one of my mothers,” Xóchitl lowered her voice, eyes trained to the screen, though only partially, as she was still incredibly drawn towards Anita. “That’s mom in Haitian Creole, so it just made sense to call her that, since I think my parents thought mom and mom, or even mama and mama, wouldn’t work as well. Besides, even if I’m not Haitian, it’s still a part of my family, so…” she picked at her nailbeds for a moment, but Anita was so familiar that she figured it had to be alright to share.

“Well, I speak that – as well as Spanish. Those were my first two languages, and I’ll admit that I like the advantages that being trilingual gets me. It impresses people, at the very least.” Xóchitl focused back on the screen. “Also one of the many benefits that my mouth can give others.” 

“Of course we would have. I’m exceptional at problem solving.” There was such a lightness in the energy between the two women. Anita had been in her fair share of parked cars with beautiful women but this time had a natural ease that wrapped around her like the blanket had. The undeniable benefit to seeing a drive-in movie was the fact that you could continue your conversation once the film had begun. Anita may be a lot of things but she wasn’t the type to talk in a public theater. The added privacy of tinted car windows was, certainly, another added bonus. 

“That’s really awesome,” Anita thought about reciprocating the exchange of personal backstory. She thought about talking about her aunts, who she grew up jokingly calling Tia Mama because of how involved she was with bringing Anita and her sisters up. But for as comfortable as she felt around Xóchitl, she was still a stranger. She knew all too well that giving a small breadcrumb of information could lead down a path of questions that she didn’t want to get into. “I’m only bilingual and even that impresses people to no end sometimes. Which, granted, is fairly impressive.” 

The next comment brought a smirk to Anita’s face and she turned to look at the other woman just as her attention returned to the movie screen. She couldn’t quite tell if Xóchitl was being intentionally suggestive or if that was just how it came off but Anita intended to find out. “Oh yeah? And what other benefits can your mouth give people?” She paused for a second, not wanting to push her luck too much, “I’ve heard that there’s a correlation between knowing multiple languages and having strong tongue muscles.” 

As the movie continued on, the physical distance between the women decreased at a steady rate. Near the half-way point, Anita had moved so that her arm was touching Xóchitl’s. Shortly after that, she reached down and held her hand. By the time the movie was nearly over, Anita was hardly paying it any attention. She was far too distracted by Xóchitl. All her curiosities, all of her intention of trying to figure out if this woman was human, had gone flying out the window. It was all replaced by a burning desire to get to know her in a very different way. She moved slightly, so her face was closer to the other woman, and even though there was no need to whisper, she still did, “You wanna come over for a drink when this is over?” A smirk spread across Anita’s face when the brunette responded with a yes. The night was truly just beginning.

#movie snacks #chatzy #c:Xóchitl #Xóchitl #para #writing #//thank u to emily for putting up with me through how long this took to finish #my angel

[itsnickgalitzine]

Title;;  i need comfort , but i hate being comfortable With;;  nicholas galitzine & taylor zakhar perez ( @therestayzakhar ) Where;;  nicholas' home & out somewhere // mentions of september 30th til october 2nd -- but set october 3rd 2023 Summary;;   taking different people to oktoberfest lead to an unexpected rift between the two. causing nicholas to block taylor's number and avoid him the rest of the time in berlin. not even spending time with their shared friends at the same time. upon leaving berlin, going back to london, nicholas finally unblocked taylor to see unexpected messages, but definitely made sense when taylor suddenly showed at his doorstep moments after he settled back home. Warnings;;  mentions of panic attacks, anxiety and pressuring Song Inspiration;;  comfort by nicholas galitzine [ listen here ]

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: for nicholas, going to oktoberfest with who he did was just something fun. if he went with taylor, he'd surely see it the same way, but the way he went out his way to tell the brit he he was taking someone and who, as if he wanted to make him jealous was weird. or did he miss read and he was just informing for them all to hang? either way, nicholas really didn't mind. to him, they were friends and both single and could bring whoever, see whoever nothing mattered. however the taylor from taylor about him coming with someone else came off much to jealous -- as to why he figured bringing who the older actor did was to make him jealous. really just not wanting to deal with some petty drama, he blocked taylor's contact to enjoy himself. at the end of the night it all just became too much. once he was alone again, he couldn't stand being near the other once his mind really took things in. so the last couple days, he'd still hang with friends but not with taylor. just seeing him would cause nicholas to walk away. he didn't want to deal. now the horrid trip was ending and nicholas finally felt like he could breathe again. getting back to london, as he made his way to his car he looked through some of the pictures and videos on his phone from the trip. the sweet memories made in a weekend away. a soft smile crawled onto his lips as he got his bags into his car before climbing in himself once it was unlocked. he hesitated before buckling and starting the car seeing taylor and him enjoying themselves before shit went down and remembering his birthday. what happened in that room. the gifts he got him. his heart hurt, but he didn't want to think of this, so he distracted himself with music as he drove home. upon getting home, he grabbed his bags out the car, locking it and heading to his home. reaching the front door, unlocking it, letting himself in and shutting the door behind himself. for now he tossed his thing in the lounge area, collapsing onto the couch as he finally decided to unblock taylor. mention of his date he told other friends -- aka more gross jealous making his face turn in disgust. then another couple texts, much longer.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Text messages sent to Prince Nicholas Dickhead 💩 from Taylor's end, surely just Sweet Taylor on Nicholas's end.

Text from Taylor to Nicholas: Whenever you unblock me - I was waiting til after Berlin and come surprise you in London with a big gesture but - this will have to do. I just have to say this and maybe you'll see before or even after I come see you. I'm on my way now to you. Text from Taylor to Nicholas: This is the longest text I had to write on short notice but - dammit, Nicholas, I'm crazy about you. I saw you on set and my fucking heart was racing. I figured it was lust and the hook ups didn't help, but we also connected and I caught feelings. I have strong feelings for you, Nicholas Galitzine. I want to be more than just friends, more than these hook ups. I want to date you. I want to take you out, be the reason you smile and laugh, I want to take care of you when you're sick - I don't just want to be some fuck. I want to kiss you, hold your hand and scream to the world that your my boyfriend.

The sad truth was, he tried to get to Nicholas, even had help from friends, but the way he was avoided, Taylor never got to and that hurt more than anything to him. Now he knew for sure, he was going to London right after Berlin. Not even stopping home to get more clothing for a longer stay if all went well. He had to go now. So he did - leaving Berlin for London along with the slight smaller man. Planning what he'd say and do the whole way many times and hoping to do it all right.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: reading over the text multiple times, he sat up from the couch and thought back to how much he had to go out of his way to avoid taylor. not just because their mutuals and the squad they made -- but he was trying to talk to him during those last couple days to ask him out. and there it goes again -- his heart sank, but also somehow felt like it was pounding in his chest hard and fast. he felt like he was definitely close to a panic attack. nicholas could feel his throat get dry and almost close up curious if this would change their friendship now which was his one fear. taylor had feelings -- how could be explain why he blocked and avoid him now? now he really felt like avoiding him -- no, he wished he could disappear in this moment. he had to face this, head on. with a sigh he shoulders off his black leather jacket, running his fingers through his dark coloured hair before stepping into the kitchen to make tea to try and calm himself. his hands were sweating, heart racing and he felt he had to really think but there was too much to process. his friend, former co-star, they connected a lot on set and that was over a year ago and yet -- nothing. taylor liked him the whole time and never said a word, showed a sign. things could have been different, but he's been away and saw others since.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: As ballsy as this was, Taylor felt deep in his soul he had to finally do this - put his feelings out there before it's too late and he loses the chance forever. Of course he liked their friendship, it meant the world to him, but also so did finally get this out. He couldn't risk losing this chance time and time again. After renting a car to drive to his friend's place, not wanting to get a hotel or anything til he knew how this would go. Could save their friendship and chill, start something beautiful or all end and the American actor had to keep his options open, just in case. Before he knew it he was pulling into the driveway near Nicholas's house, parking the rental near the younger actor's car, and climbing out and walking straight for the front door and knocking.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: having just finished making his tea, playing low classical music as he tried to calm with reading til he heard the knock. looking up with curious hazel green eyes, putting a bookmark in his book, setting it down near his tea. nicholas was finally relaxed and not thinking of it all, but after he'd get up, walk over to the door and open it to taylor that was all washed right out the window. his heart felt heavy and he could feel a pressure pushing down on him, but at the same time he just felt anxious and wanted to run. he stepped aside some before turning on his heel and started walking towards the lounge again. he had to sit down, trying to breathe calmly, but it was quickly getting rapid, his hand coming to rest on his chest over his heart racing so fast he was sure he'd pass out or something if he didn't calm himself.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Taking notice of how beautiful the dark haired male was answering the door, Taylor admired him briefly til he turned away. Quickly stepping inside, shutting the door and following Nicholas into the living room, panic taking over him some seeing his friend hyperventilate. "Nick, breathe, close your eyes and focus on breathing." He wasn't too familiar with his home, so the American rushed into the kitchen and found a rag to wet and checked the fridge for some water, coming back with both. Setting the water down on the table by the couch after helping get his friend on the couch, putting the rag on his forehead. "This is all I could think of, I don't want you to faint as I try to find a bag or something. Your place is so nice and organized and just - WOW!" Taylor had to take in how breath-taking it was.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: after accepting the help, mostly because he didn't want to faint he rested on the couch the best he could, remembering the text confessing, avoiding the last couple days in berlin and now he was hear. this is what he wanted a break from. he wasn't sure he was ready for this talk, he barely sorted out his own feelings. taking a moment to just focus on breathing before taking the clothing off himself, tossing it at the other. "look.. i told you, i can't do this. i also don't appreciate the location stunt to try to meet up," nicholas was upset, but not allowing himself to get fully there yet, speaking as calmly as he could. "why did you come out here anyway? back me into a bloody corner, huh?"

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Taylor finally managed to calm himself just seeing that the British actor was letting out a relieved sigh. Before he could speak he heard what Nicholas said and held his hands up in defense. "Hang on - I didn't mean to do anything to make you uncomfortable, I was just - I spoke with Joey and she said to speak my mind. She's right, I tried back in Berlin but you avoided me and that's why I came. Not to corner you or force anything but to speak my mind - like I did in the text you never saw because you blocked me." As nervous as he was, seeing Nicholas in all his beauty was the push he needed. "When we met on set, I saw you as the most beautiful person in the world. Someone I wanted to know deeply. We connected so well and then I caught feelings, then we hooked up and it got worse. I wanted to tell you then but I was scared to ruin our friendship and have the past damn year." He stood up from the couch just needing to pace as he spoke otherwise he'd have to hold those hands, and Taylor didn't want to make Nicholas uncomfortable within his own home. "I'm crazy about you, Nicholas. I don't want to be just friend, I want to be your boyfriend. I want to take you out, cook for you, take care of you, hold you, kiss you - I want to have a future with you."

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: not saying a word, hazel eyes glancing briefly to the other as he spoke, before going down to the rug -- it was red, with white details on it, with the glass coffee table rest above it where now his tea set getting cold, the book he was reading and once taylor stood, a damp wash cloth joined. his eyes flickered up to look at the slightly taller of the two pacing his lounge area, between the glass table and a wall that had a few things before it. shelves of a few books, movies and DVDs, there was also some vinyls. he had a vinyl player, a television, a fireplace and a stereo all near that wall as well. he felt his heart racing again and took a couple laboured breathes before getting up and gently taking taylor's hands, stopping him from pacing. "i unblocked you when i got home.. i was going to text you but.. i couldn't figure out what to say.." nicholas' voice came out calm and collected, unlike before. "look.. i wish i could say what you wanted to hear.." he puts his other hand ontop of taylor's, his thumb rubbing the back. "..but i can't. not yet anyway. i have.. other engagements.. other commitments and honestly.. i'd want nothing more than someone to be with me. take me out, cook for and with me, take care of me, hold me and to hold, kiss, cuddle and also be my friend that i could love one day but.. i don't want to lose us. i can't. you as a my friend has been everything for me and i'd hate to lose that.. also.. you deserve someone who can give you it all.. i can't.."

Taylor Zakhar Perez: After getting it all out, he had no idea what to expect. Taylor wasn't sure if he felt broken, content - he was surely confused, but he listened and did his best to understand. "Nick - I hear everything you're saying and I'll always be your friend, no matter what. Things with change but we'll be friends always, just closer, stronger and a bit different. We hang out alone on dates over just laughing a popcorn or something." Something couldn't resist, when those hands were on his. Placing his free hand on Nicholas's shoulder in a gently manner before leaning in to gently and passionate kiss him on the lips, just testing it out.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: the way the older man was always so gentle with him -- it made nicholas' heart melt always. it was apart of their bond, the gently sides as well as the fun and rougher edges. it all made them human and work together so well. "i just.. i don't know if i'm ready. i was told i was jealous when you went with carrie to oktoberfest but.. i wasn't -- you were jealous when i went with nick and i feel like -- maybe that's a sign we're not quite in the same place feelings wise.." he looked down at his hands on his briefly, a soft little smile rolling over his lips til he looked back into taylor's eyes. then lips touched, and for a moment, nicholas was froze, lost, unsure but the kiss was nice. there was taylor's gentleness with him so he couldn't resist but to kiss him back. gently taking his hands away from his. one hand finding the hair at the back of taylor's neck, running through the dark curls before moving up towards the back of his hair, fingers moving through the soft locks. his other hand rested on the other's cheek, a ever so gently rub and caress as he welcomed the sweet gesture.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Pulling away from the kiss after a bit, even if he didn't want to - it felt magical. "Please, try. Change your mind and try. We can take it slow, stay private for now. Otherwise - I'll wait for you. My heart only wants you." Taylor was sure about this, but he couldn't choice for Nicholas. In a perfect world they were together secretly since filming or just after. They were still together now, maybe even saying they loved each other, living together and maybe publicly happy together without a care in the world. Since he knows Nicholas has been on a coffee date in Berlin and is hooking up with someone and ex or enemy of sorts. Maybe he didn't want to give those up.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: with a sigh, staying close for a moment, his one hand still gently moving through taylor's hair, the other resting on the soft skin of his cheek. "taylor.. please.." he spoke in a low voice, eyes still closed, enjoying the moment a bit longer before pulling away -- pulling out to reality, eyes opening but looking down at the ground. "taylor.. i can't. i'm sorry.. i'm not sure i feel it yet and if i never do.. you shouldn't have to wait to find that perfect someone.. you can't make me ready if i'm not." nicholas spoke in a stern voice, the softness still remaining and his heart feeling heavy, he wanted to have the same strong feelings but maybe he just wasn't there yet.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: As heartbroken as those words left Taylor he instead let out an annoyed angry sounding sigh. "I tried since Oktoberfest - that's basically three fucking days I tried to tell you my feelings. I hide this all because I was scared of this exactly. You seeing me as only a friend, but yet you kissed me like you wanted more. Touched me with a longing after. The fuck Nicholas. You're not allowing yourself or something, because there is something here. Our friends see it, I see it, how can you not? Are you that hard headed?" He spat out, not fully thinking when he spoke but also, not fully regretting it. "Fucking try, Nicholas. Let yourself fucking feel. Just into girls my ass."

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: looking up at the sound of the sigh the emerged from his friend, his brows furrowed and his his hazel green eyes widened some. looking at him lost for a moment til the words came out -- hitting him like a knife to the heart. nicholas gave a more angered look now before snapping out, "that's enough!" he spat with venom towards his friend. "you can't fucking tell me my feelings, no one can tell me i'm jealous or not or try to push me into something if i say no. i'm not there, that's it. end of topic," he spoke coldly, eyes staring harshly at the other. calming a bit before adding, "i can have feelings and not be ready.. i know i can't be what you want right now. i know me better than anyone else. like it or not, you have to accept it as my bloody mate and someone who says they care and have these feelings.. then have respect for my feelings and choices too."

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Hearing the sudden yell of Nicholas made Taylor realize he should have thought as his words surely came out wrong. He stood and listened, swallowing hard as he did, putting his head down and letting out a sigh after he was done talking. "I'm sorry, Nick, that all came out wrong." Picking his head back up gently walking towards the other and taking his hand. "Fine, I'll drop it, move on and leave you alone. Just ask. However I propose a date first. See how it goes and if anything changes, we take a chance. If not, we both move on." Letting a pause grow for Nicholas to speak before adding. "One date is all I ask. Please"

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: the apology made him relax from his angry, running his hand through his basically black dyed hair. not speaking, before turning to lead taylor out, thinking it was best he leave, til he spoke. this caused nicholas to freeze once more, flexing his fingers a bit as he waited, listened that let out a shakey breath as if he was crying or close to. "taylor.. please.. don't.." he said in the pause. however it was one date. it was the last he could do. for both of them. "alright.. one date. let's go."

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Hearing him agree made Taylor's heart flutter but it stopped when he said they were going now. "Shit, I didn't plan anything. Is there like a festival or something? Maybe go for food?" He sounded lost, he really should have thought of a date idea. He just figured be told to leave or him agreeing, not this third option. This was typical for them, though, really.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: a slight smile crossed nicholas' face as he took hold of his friend's -- no, date's hand leading him outside the house, locking up quick, then towards his car. "i have an idea, trust me. you'll enjoy this." he said as he pulled himself inside the car, shutting the door, buckling up and putting his keys in the ignition before pulling the gear shift into reserve to back out before pulling it into drive and driving off once out of the parking lot. as usually for them -- they played music on the radio and sang together as if they were lost at a bar together, drinking and singing karaoke. it was just them, this was their thing. once they arrived -- nicholas parked the car, unbuckled then looked towards taylor, his date, and then he started feeling nervous. fuck, maybe he did have feelings after all. "come on, darling, let's enjoy ourselves as long as you'd like then.. if all is well, we head back to my place and discuss from there?"

Taylor Zakhar Perez: The once there, a smile took over Taylor's face, Nicholas truly knew him so well. "Fuck, I always wanted to come here, I just forgot and didn't know who to bring." He smiled at his date and gently took his hand, kissing the back of it. Before climbing out the car, walking over to open Nicholas' door for him, pulling him out gently by the hand, holding it firmly. "Sounds good to me. Also if this goes well - maybe I can stay here for the week?" He always missed the younger actor when they were apart this far. "I just always miss you, not because of feelings but you're my friend. Plus Joey and Jacob are always together now, I need someone too," he teased but this was true. As he walked with his friend -- crush.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: a smile crossed his lips, feeling he knew taylor wanted to come but just didn't think of it. this was how taylor was. "well, you're welcome," he said sweetly, the kiss on the back of his hand was calming, reminding him how sweet and gentle he was. it always made him feel weak. before he could get out -- there was taylor and nicholas happily let him get him out the car, shutting the door and locking it. as he walked with him and rolled his eyes playfully and laughed some. "you can just depending how this goes, will depend guest room, couch or hotel room," the brit said with a laugh til he heard the tease of their two friends that also were a couple. "alright, alright. whatever, just come on you, menace."

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Getting back after the date, things felt tense and weren't as they were driving up. It was silent and a bit awkward. Taylor didn't know what to say or do, so he sat with his thoughts til they got back and were soon back on the same couch they were first having this feelings talk. That's when it came out like word vomit. "Talk to me, please. The silence will kill me otherwise." He said so tempted to turn on the TV or play music just to ease himself from this. This was staged or it was bad and at the moment he didn't care, just wanted this over but definitely hoped for the best option.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: sitting beside taylor, looking at him with a straight face, hazel eyes somehow expressing nothing til the other broken and so did nicholas. laughing and placing a hand on his friend's shoulder as he laughed. "it was fun, taylor, relax. it was staged, sorry, it bothered me too, but i'd hate if anything goes poorly here we have a fun time in the car before you're just.. well.. you know," he said with a nervous laugh now. keeping a hand on the older actor's shoulder, squeezing it some. "i'll admit, i felt more than i though.. but.. i'm still not there. i'm seeing things with others, you know that. it's all just new. i need time if you want to be with me. not as much but.. maybe the week will help me decide?" the brit offered with hopeful eyes and the slightest of smiles forming slowly on his lips -- growing with time.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Hearing he had fun definitely took a lot off Taylor, so he managed to ease and smile at Nicholas. "I guess that makes sense." He said simply about the silent car ride and walk inside. Listening to him, it was a bit heartbreaking but the last bit made him both hopeful but also confused. "Are you agreeing to be in an open relationship, making me wait to be my boyfriend or some thing option I'd never think of because I just don'?" He asked, taking hold on Nick's other hand, gently leaning in because he wanted to kiss him, but only if this was going the way he hoped. "Just kiss me if I'm your boyfriend, hug me if we're friends and take my hands if we're still waiting and thinking."

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: sitting there for a moment, brow furrowing at taylor's words before a laughing some. "you're such a cretin, i should really just leave your arse unsure for a bit." as much as he wanted to, he just couldn't help but find a four way to give him the answer he wanted. today he had to tease. he definitely choose violence this morning. gently moving closer, taking hold on taylor's hands in his, squeezing them gently before then giving him a firm hug, letting himself linger before moving to gently place a sweet passionate kiss on his lips. enjoying it for a moment.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Taylor was definitely once again let confused when Nicholas gave all the answers as response. He just accepted for now, letting his thumb drag along the back of Nicholas's hand when they held them, giving him a little squeeze in the hug and kissing in a way to show all his feelings - leaving out any possible sexual desires for once. As good as the sex was, he wanted to be with this man, and for once, it wasn't the only thing on his mind.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: after a bit, he finally broke the kiss to look into taylor's eyes before gently moving towards his ear in a slow manner, gently kissing his cheek as he lingered there. "happy national boyfriend's day.." he spoke, thinking this could surely make quite the anniversary for them as things went on. this was his plan after the date went so well and feelings came up he must have hidden from himself. maybe taylor really was someone he had feelings for and could happily be with as more than a friend.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Confusion took over with how Nicholas was acting til what he whispered in Taylor's ears and his mouth dropped open feeling stupid for miss that. "Fuck, that's actually romantic and what an anniversary that'll be." He smiled stupidly at his new boyfriend. "Well, I think we should cuddle here, watch Mean Girls and then I say I make you the best dinner I can with whatever the fuck you have in your kitchen." He said, making note he had no idea what was in the fridge or cabinets.

𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕖: smiling from ear to ear at taylor's reaction, as he then stole another quick kiss before glancing at the television as his boyfriend -- who would have thought -- and rolling his eyes for a moment in annoyance. "see.. that's a grand idea, darling, truly, but.. what if we sit here, play that movie as we cuddle and kiss seeing how long til we're losing clothing and moaning on this couch. we're new boyfriends after all, right?" there was no way he was going to miss out on sex and kisses in a new relationship and especially on national boyfriend's day.

Taylor Zakhar Perez: Hearing what was suggested instead off his - Taylor definitely didn't argue, getting up to find the movie, putting it in and sitting next to his boyfriend. Cuddling him up in the blankets beside him before gently placing his lips on his. Already knowing it wouldn't be long til they were in the nude. Either way, it was just too nice a way to enjoy the first night in a new relationship. The one of Taylor's dreams.

#chazty para; i need comfort but i hate being comfortable ft taylor zakhar perez #[ fun fact we did this on chatzy not discord ] #[ we copy and pasted it on our server before posting though ]

[honeysmokedham]

The Big Bad Wolf p.1 || Alan & Nora

TIMING: March 31st LOCATION: The common PARTIES: Nora @honeysmokedham & Alan @alan-duarte SUMMARY: Nora is hungry and spots Alan already eating. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

It was a remarkable sunny day, one of those few March days that made you feel as though you could finally return winter coats permanently to the wardrobe. Alan had lived in Wicked’s Rest long enough to know that this wouldn’t last, and that he should enjoy it while he could. He had grabbed something to eat at the bakery, and sat down on the edge of the Common’s fountain. Benches had all been claimed by students and Alan figured this was better than sitting in the grass with his suit.

Adding a dash of hot sauce to his meatball sub, the werewolf let his shoulders relax as he took a look at his surroundings. This place hadn’t changed much since his childhood but there were some things that were best left undisturbed. Still, Alan believed that every town was meant to grow, progress and that if it didn’t, it would simply die. Sucking his thumb clean with haste, to keep his cuffs clean, he started to dig into the brown paper bag by his foot, to search for napkins, which would be when he first caught sight of her.

The commons wasn’t Nora’s favorite place to be. It felt too open. Too much like someone might turn around and go ‘Oh my god, that’s Eleanor Pine.’ Swarms of people reminded her of crowds shoving phones in her face, asking for selfies, touching her to get her attention, magazines being thrust under her nose. The life she had never wanted, but the ones her misguided fathers thought she might like. Unfortunately for her, crowded places were where she could easily pick up food. An unattended lunch or a quick scare. It didn’t matter. It just needed people.

He was sitting on the fountain by himself with a nice large meatball sandwich that she could smell far away. It drew her in, whispering sweat promises of a nice snack. Sure, it wasn’t ham. That was disappointing since ham just happened to be the best food ever created. Any meat was okay after ham. So there it was, her soon to be sandwich. Nora drifted closer, sitting near him on the fountain. As he reached forward into her bag she created an illusion of a spider. It had to be the size of one of his palms spread out, it climbed around the bag staring up at the man and raising its front two legs in threat. 

If Alan wasn’t precisely afraid of spiders, there was something about seeing something that shouldn’t be there (because 1. That was his lunch 2. This wasn’t the middle of the Amazonian forest) that startled him enough to throw him up on his feet. There was no screaming or making a scene, as the sound stayed blocked in his throat. Then came the realization that he might have made a mess in his bit of panic. 

The spider now nowhere to be seen (which really wasn’t appreciated) Alan gave a careful, small kick in the bag, to set down his sub on the brown paper and went on to inspect his stark white shirt and his wool suit. If there didn’t seem to be anything to see there, his inspection went on. While he checked himself for red dots of sauce (a look, for sure), Alan’s nose began to catch an unpleasant scent he usually associated with old people living alone in houses he’d like to buy, but he didn’t recall seeing Mr Robinson and his Fall/Summer 2002 coat in the area, ever. Too busy staying home alone, you see. 

The distraction was working. Not that Nora was surprised. She was surprised that the man hadn’t screamed and made a scene. Her hungry eyes followed as he placed the sandwich on a bag and left it unattended. God, it smelled so good. Divine, she would even say. Nora crept closer as he examined himself. Right when the man was examining a part of his sweater she lept, stealing the sandwich. Nora tried to make it look as casual as possible. Standing up to walk around the fountain, barely bending over to grab it. Once it was secured she kept walking, immensely taking a bite of the meatball sub. Now it was time to get out of there before he noticed. She hoped her now-gone illusionary spider would distract him for at least five more minutes. 

Alan, at last convinced that he had nothing splattered across his clothes, took a look back at the place the spider came from, only to realize that there was no spider there, and that his food had vanished too. Now either the spider was really hungry, or there was someone around here with agile fingers and a nice appetite. 

It didn’t take long to locate the sandwich, but rather than making a scene, he picked up the paper bag (glancing inside to make sure the spider had really vanished), and sticking one hand into his pocket, took a couple of strides to catch up on the thief. She looked young and she definitely smelled … poor. Dirt poor. If his mind went toward art major for a second, he bit back his self induced smile and cleared his throat. “I believe that’s my food you’re eating,” his tone was not too aggressive but he’d spoken loudly enough for her to hear every word, loud enough for her to understand that he wasn’t going to just let it go (though now that she had sunken her teeth into it, he definitely wouldn’t touch it). 

It was kind of distasteful of this adult man to chase down poor little Nora for her food. Nora had somehow managed to wipe the fact that she'd just stolen the food from him from her internal dialogue. "No, it's my food." Nora replied. She made direct eye contact as she sunk her teeth into the sandwich. No manners were displayed as she ate it with an open mouth, still staring a direct challenge at the man. "Unless, are you here to steal it from me?" Nora's head tilted to the side despite her face remaining blank and impassive. Honestly, if Nora had thought about it for even a second, she would have admitted this man was being very nice about being stolen from. His face wasn't going red with anger as steam blew out of his ears. Instead, he was calm and polite about it. Nora, much like every day in her life, wasn't thinking about it. She was only thinking about the grumbly in her tummy. Nora took another slow and deliberate bite while maintaining eye contact. Once that bite was done she nodded her head once. "Right. Good talk." She turned to leave. 

“I don’t steal from others,” he took what he wanted, or made sure that people gave him what he wanted. He could be very persuasive, or downright terrifying if the stakes were high. A sandwich really didn’t fit the bill, and he really didn’t want to take a bit after her. She smelled atrocious, and the werewolf was certain that his human nose would have picked up her scent as well. Just speaking with her was a bad look enough, and Alan reached for his wallet, just in case anyone started to look their way. 

“I could have given you money to buy your own. I did put an awful lot of hot sauce in there,” he warned. A concerning amount, would be more correct. But that wasn’t really the point, was it?

Brows furrowed in confusion, he glanced at her taking a large bite and then to their surroundings while he tried to think of how to deal with this. “Pardon my curiosity but you’re…. young” He began, catching up again on her as she turned to leave. “Espera,” he sighed. “Could you please apologize? And then I’ll be happy to… I don’t know, spare you ten bucks,” enough to get some deodorant, not enough for a shower. You’re not her dad, he told himself, eyebrows raised while he waited on her response.

Anger broiled through Nora. He could give her money? If she apologized? “I don’t need your charity.” Nora snarled back. “I work for what I get.” Okay, so that was a stretch, not that she’d admit that. ‘Working’ in her, raised in the top one percent mind, was stealing from those less fortunate than her. That’s what she was out here doing. “I don’t need your ten bucks.” Another lie. She did. She’d run out of toothpaste months ago. Not to mention her toothbrush was less of a brush and more of a stick these days. “I don’t need anything from you at all.”

Stepping closer to him, Nora took another bigger bite of the meatball sandwich. She just wanted him to know that she wasn’t scared of him. If anything this man should be scared of her. She was a monster. A terrifying beast stalking the streets of White Crest. What was he? Some dude in a suit. Imagine wearing a fucking suit. That was also when the hot sauce kicked in. Okay, so she wasn’t the biggest fan of hot sauce but by the bears was she not going to let him know that. She swallowed down the sandwich with a vengeance. “Shoo.” 

“Oh you work for what you get,” he pressed his lips together, if only to hold his laughter within. Oh lord. “I see. I see.” If those were her work ethics, Alan figured she could apply for a job at his enterprise on the spot. He could have used more people willing to go for the win with no care for consequences. “I can see that,” with a pointed look, Alan took a step back, if only to keep a nice distance between him and her. 

She didn’t scare him, her stench did, and though he wasn’t feeling an urge to gag just yet, Alan didn’t want to risk it either. “Alright, well you have a terrific day then. Some of us here actually work you see, so this is me leaving, with my offer,” he then looked down at his hands. Right, the rest of his meal. His appetite might have not been gone, he wouldn’t come back here with another sandwich, and just walk into the nearest restaurant and cross his fingers over them being quick. 

The old man made a big deal of leaving. Like Nora was supposed to fall to her knees and beg for his forgiveness. ‘Oh please Mr. Old Man, I'm so sorry can I have your pathetic ten dollars so I can buy my own groceries.’ Or something of the like. Her chin jutted out as she stood her ground in contempt. Ten dollars. The insult. “All talk, coward.” Why had he’d even stopped her if all he was going to do was ask for an apology and back down. “I will have a terrific day.” She assured him. She turned on her heel and marched off. She had other plans. Better plans for the day now that she had a full belly. 

Alan didn’t turn around. What was she even trying to do here? Insult him? Rile him up? Of course, she would have to try harder if she wanted to achieve that, but Alan wasn’t the sort of person who could tolerate that she dared try, and while he strode toward Pura Vida, was beginning to craft the plans for revenge. She was a child, it wouldn’t take much, would it?

#the big bad wolf part 1 #the big bad wolf #para: alan #chatzy #chatzy: alan

[florenvcepugh]

Title - meeting since the oppenhimer premire When 21.08.23 What happened; Cillian comes to stay with Florence for a few days back in her England home in Oxford, England, they mention a brief visit to Paris. @theirishcil

florence: it wasn’t like florence to get excited about someone staying over but her here she was excited with filled with butterflies floating about in stomach, she hadn’t remembered the last time she got this close with someone, other than timmy from working with him on two movies but with cillian this was different, it felt different like she was sad when they were apart from one another for this long. with some music coming from the speakers of her home she was dancing around the kitchen as she awaited for cillians arrival or at least a ping from her phone to let her know.

cillian: getting to england wasn't really something he planned to due, but here he was. exiting an airport and getting into a rented car for the next few days. after all his stuff was in the car, cillian got into the driver's side before taking a deep breath as he buckled up and started the drive to florence's place. it was kinda something he was used to to miss someone from set and wanting to see them again so soon after, but with flo it definitely felt a bit different, how yet, he didn't let himself think on too much. he was trying not to think about it and just go with the flow. as soon as he arrived and parked the car, he hesitated for a bit before climbing out, getting his bags again and locking up the rental. feeling a bit nervous, which he hasn't in a while, cillian made his way to the front door, as he did, he used his free hand to text her that he was there, not really having the hand to knock right now.

florence: with the music bouncing through the speakers from her kitchen the blond haired actress was minding her own business, just enjoying the music and vibing with it, whilst the two of them had been texting she had sent cillian her home address and where he would be staying it saved him paying out for a hotel room for the night. florence’s blue eyes looked at the clock in wondering when he was going to be arriving hoping it was sometime soon, finally she heard her phone buzzing, her eyes quickly darted to the screen seeing who it was a soft smile formed on her lips, flo then made her way to the front door and using her hand she swung it open to be greeted by that jaw line god she had missed him “hi stranger” she chuckled softly opened the door to give him space “you moving in or what?” the actress hemmed softly in pure amusement.

cillian: when the door opened, icy blue eyes locked on the small blonde woman, a soft smile crossing cillian's lips. "hello there, darling," he said back before stepping in with his bags before glancing back at her. "you'd love that, wouldn't you?" he asked teasingly as he walked towards where she told him he'd be staying. setting his bags in the guest room of her home before walking back out to the living room, smiling at the actress. "it's not easy to pack from ireland to england and to stay for three days. either way -- i'm finally here," he said stepping close to her before glancing up at her speakers. "what are we listening to? care to dance?" he asked offering his hand to her.

florence: a soft smirk was featured on her lips as she heard his accent coming from his reply about the moving in, florence shut the big front door behind him once he walked in to her home, she had showed him earlier on facetime where the spare room would be if wanted to stay init of course, he didn’t have too. while she waited for him to come back downstairs the actress went to check on the thing she was cooking for the two of them, it was something that she loved to do in her spare time it really calmed her down. though cillian entered the room again her eyes gazed at him as she tilted her head “finally” she mumbled, she wouldn’t say it out loud but she loved being around him. “something indie, your old man ears wouldn’t know” she teased him before taking his hand as they started to flow along with the music. “how was the travel by the way?” she asked wanting to know he got here okay. cillian: hearing her tease, cillian rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, gently holding her close as they danced along to the music. "please, i'm a lot more cultured in music that anything else -- maybe film as well. it's all i can keep up with before i'm thinking of something else anyway," he noted with a slight jab at her tease of him. mostly only music is what he focused on and films of those he cared about, like friends. "the flight wasn't too bad -- i kinda slept through it to pass time to be here and jet lag not kick my ass as bad til i get back," he noted with a soft smile. "do i smell you're cooking, darling?"

florence: florence was already enjoying being this close to cillian again, it was something she was certainly craving - she has her arms wrapped around his neck gently as their bodies were slightly close to each other “i’m just messing with you, you should know that” the actress chuckled as she lightly hit his back in such a playful way to carry on with the teasing with him. “i get to learn more things about you huh Cills?” florence grinned she was genuinely excited about learning new stuff about him she didn’t know already. “can’t have you jet lagged now can we?” she mumbled again as she leant her head slightly forward to rest her forehead on his before nodding her head “of course i am. what else wouldn’t i be doing?” she grinned at him her eyes just not leaning him, she was so fixated on cillian it was ridiculous.

cillian: his arms moved to around her waist, still gently swaying with her in a slow dance as he held her pretty close to himself, hesitating some probably due to those possible feelings he was unsure of. definitely something different with florence but again, he was just gonna go with it all, he didn't want to focus or waste time on anything or anyone he didn't need to. "i'm aware, i love when you mess with me, dear. it's kinda our thing, really," he spoke, irish accent following as he let out a little chuckle. joking was like their own special language, showing how deeply they cared for each other. "do you? i suppose -- what would you like to know?" cillian finally asked, caving to not seem to mysterious anymore. maybe it was just how special she was to him. as close as they were now, he felt that nervous feeling again, but did his best to ignore it, just enjoy this time with her. "now i'm finally lucky enough to get a flo cooked meal?" he teased, a soft smile cross his lips.

florence: it wasn’t like florence was able to get so comfortable with someone straight away, there were people who you instantly clicked with on a movie set and even clicked with outside of filming and this was one of those connections you just simply couldn’t explain what was happening or what was going on. florence narrowed down her eyes when she heard cillian saying he loved it when she teased him this was information she didn’t need to know but was happy to find out “hm shouldn’t have told me that.” she grinned so evil like but in the most playful way possible. the actress nodded her head “hmhm i do, tell me something the world doesn’t know about how amazing you already are” she asked with a tilted head and lightly bit her lip, not wanting to be freed from his grip florence unhooked her arms from his neck and took his hand and turned them around to start walking toward her small kitchen, “be careful i could have poisoned it” though of course she hadn’t she grabbed a wooden spoon from the door still holding cillian hand as she took a spoonful of the homemade soup on the spoon for him to taste “here taste” she grinned at him.

cillian: the exact reaction cillian had expected and even hoped for -- now it'd be a full on teasing fest. jokes and maybe he could slide in a few pranks, nothing too crazy, but even if he was eighty, his heart was young and he was all for having a good time, and florence was his perfect match for that. this was going to be a lovely time for both of them. "oh, i planned to for the reason of just that face -- now it'll be the teasing war i'm truly always armed and ready for," he said with a wink and a sly smile on his face. "well, i have a fascination for traveling, different cultures and i love learning random facts about things -- not really sure what deep secrets you want, but i love to learn," he explained with a soft smile on his lips once again. florence always managed to leave him smiling and it was kinda nice. holding her hand with a slight chuckle as he walked towards the kitchen with her. "just promise me, before i die you'll tell me i was the best you ever worked with and ever will," he added with a slight smirk before taking a taste of her soup. "it's pretty good. seems like someone's really been perfecting her craft."

florence: the moment when florence saw cillian winked at her it was like those butterflies in her stomach were going crazy again, she never knew how to act with him now. “what face? you mean the face i just pulled?” the blonde haired actress chuckled it was like he was planning that to happen though of course she half expected him to be ahead of her always. “fuck….it’s on old man. it’s on” she giggled that was probably one of the nicknames florence would only get away with calling him that without any bad consequences. florence rose her eyebrows up as she paid attention to the man infront of her she was interested into hearing things about him no one else knew “really? where else is you want to go next?” she asked curiously. keeping her fingers intertwined with his as she watched him taste her soup was a little nervous but she smirked hearing his words “what can i say i’m a good cook, not that i like to brag” she laughed put the spoon down on the counter her body now leaning against it “can yo-you hold me again?” she asked quietly already missing his hold.

cillian: "yes, the face you just pulled, it was exactly what i expected," cillian admitted, knowing florence pretty well now with filming together, they just meshed well together and he really enjoyed spending time with her. "it was also a bit -- cute, might i add," he said, knowing it might tease he some to throw the minor flirt in it. his eyes widened briefly at her words. "are you really calling me old man the whole time we're together? -- promise you don't also say that about your father," he said already starting to tease her. "yes um -- actually, i'm thinking about taking a trip out to paris. it's been ages and i want to fully explore it while i have the time," the actor said, gently, giving her hand a little squeeze. "just gotta plan when and figure out if i'm going alone or not," he said, wondering what she'd say. "you are a lovely cook -- just as much as you are a lovely person," cillian added before looking at her for a moment, before gently putting his arms around her again as she asked. "do you like when i do this?"

florence: hearing cillian say words like that to her was something else, was he really saying adorable things about her. “a bit cute huh?” she chuckled not trying to be cute but she couldn’t help it sometimes. tilting her head as she listened to him talk about wanting to go to paris “paris? i’ve heard it’s a beautiful city to explore, im sure you’ll love it” florence told him with a nod of approval, before shaking her head “don’t worry i don’t call him that, it’s your nickname” she grinned at him as her eyes gazed into his blue hues. florence quickly rebooked her arms around his shoulders again wanting their bodies close to one another before nodding her head “very much…” she whispered, placing her forehead on his again florence couldn’t explain why she was feeling this way towards him but here she was.

cillian: looking into her eyes for a moment before smiling once again, it was like a charm or a spell she had over him making him so smiley around her. "yes -- cute, adorable, it's you, darling," he said soft, as he held her close to himself, wanting their bodies to touch this time as he looked at his lovely former co-star. "oh, i'm sure it will be, but here's the thing -- it's not right for one man to experience all that beauty alone. wouldn't you agree?" cillian questioned as if he was trying to get her to say something about coming with, maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, it was in his nature never to directly answer or ask certain things. "oh, my nickname? well, sounds like someone has a thing for older man then," he added with a tease before moving close to florence, gently speaking softly in her ear with his irish accented voice, "is there a chance of a little crush here, flo?"

florence: when florence was having eye contact with cillian that also made her a little weak it was the big blue eyes of his, the irish accent and everything else about him that florence just couldn’t help but to admire even when they teased each other. her own dark brown eyes gazed at back him “you’re just trying to make all trembling aren’t you mister?” she giggled at the male once her arms hooked around his neck again her finger tips started to run through the back of his hair las she listen to him talking about paris “it would be a shame to the city of love all by your self, are you hinting you want me to come work you?” the blond haired asked kinda happy that he was very subtle asking. a smirk was founded on her lips as she heard cillian “not just any old man. you’re johnny depp aren’t you?” she teased him once more, wanting to see what his reaction was going to be, though of course it was like she couldn’t lie to him as she heard his whisper “you tell me cills” she muttered almost resisting the urge to kiss him especially when their bodies were this close to one another you could probably cut the tension that was in the air.

cillian: looking into her eyes just made his day, there was a softens that and something cillian definitely didn't want to live without. "maybe i am, i can't say for sure," the actor said with a wink, chuckling a bit himself. he knew what he was doing and it's what made it fun sometimes -- seeing how she reacted to it all. rolling his eyes playfully before chuckling some and then looking back into florence's eyes. "of course, i was! come on, i'd miss me if i was on vacation and you weren't there, wouldn't you? you'd wish you came if i sent pictures and you weren't there -- wouldn't you?" this he kinda knew, and honestly, he'd really enjoy having her with him. "i'll be johnny depp for you, easily, darling." that was a true compliment that not even cillian could pass down on, teasing or not. who wouldn't want to be compared to johnny depp? "i'd rather get you to show me," he whispered again, moving away from her ear and moving closer to her face -- so close to kissing her, but not doing such to see if she could resist.

florence: why did he have to wink at her, the way cillian did that to her it made her go funny inside but in a good way of course. “oh shush you” florence chuckled as she lightly hit him again - this was something about their relationship/ friendship she enjoyed they could be serious one minute and then all playful the next. the actress nodded her head she knew cillian was right of course, who wouldn’t want to go to paris and explore it with someone you enjoyed their company with. “well if i came along, you’d have to tell me the details first before i agreed to do flaunt about in paris with you” she grinned at him known this was her way to agree to the trip, who could turn that down? “you don’t need to be johnny depp for me just be you..” she trailed off as she moved her hooked arms closer and her body closer to his if it was possible as she let out her hot breath she couldn’t help but to lean to kiss him the torture was unbareable she needed to kiss. cillian: upon her reaction, cillian just laughed for a moment, it was the joy of their connection, to get to have fun like that or be serious when needed and maybe that's why she was so special to him. it's why he wanted her around more often and to spend time with her again after filming. hearing what she said, he smiled softly, florence was trying to get something out of him, surely. "what details? it's just a vacation, the details are in the name. vacation means -- anything can happen," he whispered the last part to her, smiling after knowing she basically agreed to come with him. "good, i don't think i can easily. it's too hard. last time i tried, it was a nightmare," he said, chuckling some before moving in a bit closer to her, their lips so close to touching, just feeling the air they breathed with how close they were to each other. florence: florence narrowed down her eyes for a moment as she listened to cillian speaking she honestly could just listen to hear him talk for hours and never be bored of hearing that accent. though when she heard the whispered she couldn't help but to swallow some of her saliva down her throat so quitly "you know i'm down to spend even more time with you, how can i pass up on that?" she agreed wanting to be with cillian for whenever she can. "anything huh?" she muttered back to him wondering what this 'anything' could possibly mean. florence let out the softest of laughs that parted ways from her mouth hearing him "it was the accent wasn't it huh? besides you have nicer eyes than he does" she grinned at the male it was true he did and this was she liking someone quicker than she ever has. florence couldn't take it anymore her lips had to touch his, she just had to press her lips on his and kiss him she allowed her the hook around his neck with her arms to go tighter as she kissed him softly but lovingly. cillian: there it was, all he wanted to hear -- that she wanted to spend time with him as much as he wanted to spend time with her. they connected so well and to have a whole vacation and alone time with her seemed too good to pass up. "that's exactly what i wanted to hear, darling," he said with a soft smile still present on his lips. "yup -- anything. that's how vacations can easily go," cillian noted, curious what would truly happen with them over vacation and really as long as they didn't come back engaged, married or expecting, he was open to almost everything with her. "the accent helps and thank you, i use my eyes for evil in all the best and worst ways," he shared, letting his icy blue eyes start into florence's brown ones. there it was, what he expected -- the kiss. the part he didn't expect was every part of him screaming to kiss back, just see at least, and thus he did. kissing her back in a soft gentle manner.

florence: it wasn't like florence to agree so quickly to spending time an specially to go on a holiday with someone, it was like cillian had this hold over her and she just couldn't really say no to him like at all but yet here she was in her kitchen agreeing to go to Paris with him "i think we should go to a place in Italy called Florence" she chuckled already suggesting another place for their possible second holiday even though they actually haven't been to this one yet. "true, you never know you might do some skinny dipping in the pool.." she winked at him and biting down her lip as she leant her body up against the edge of the counter top while the two were chatting away. "you evil? you could never be too evil..." florence told him in the sweetest way possible. those eyes where trailing over her how was having this over her? as they kissed for a minute or two florence pulled away for a moment trying to recive her breath back "fuck.." she mumbled but in a good way trying to urge not to kiss him again but kept her body close to his.

#chatzy; para #theirishcil #part one of two

[itsawsten]

Title;;  finding out the gender With;;  awsten knight & miley cyrus ( @milcycyrus ) Where;;  at miley’s malibu home Summary;;   the two get their families together to find out the gender of their little bean, ahead of doing one for friends at a later date Warnings;;  none

miley: today was an exciting day, a day that miley never believed would have happened and yet here they were standing inside her Malibu home for a gender reveal party for the baby that was growing inside of her belly right now. rubbing the palm of her hands over her stomach she could feel the baby move around slightly and today was the day awsten was going to be meeting her father for the first time, miley figured it was only right he was apart of this. “hey babe, you ready?” she shouted softly from dressing room, was she nervous of course she was but was she excited oh hell yeah “can you believe we’re about to find out what this little nugget is going to be” miley stated as kept her hands rubbing across her stomach, her blue eyes still in disbelief she was pregnant to begin with.

awsten: a day like this didn't seem real in awsten's mind, til he was right there, next to his girlfriend and it was all happening before his eyes. glancing at her with one blue eye and one green eye, a slight smile crossing his face as he looked over miley. "as ready as i can be.. a bit nervous.. but mostly ready." of course there was still apart of him surprised he was here right now, with miley already. if it was to happen, he imagined later, but at the same time he couldn't have imagined anyone better. he already loved her so it wasn't half bad in his mind. "i can't believe it's already happening, honestly. it will definitely help make this all seems so real," awsten added, as it had been more real now then before. the test started some thoughts, the appointments now the baby actually moving and finding out the gender? definitely pretty real they were having a small human together.

miley: miley: her soft blue eyes not really following what was happening it was as if she still couldn't believe that there was this tiny human growing inside of her stomach, they were growing every single day miley had notice, the bump getting bigger and it was getting harder and harder to hide. the musican turned her head to look at her boyfriend to stop glancing at the baby bump coming from her as she bit down on her bottom lip listening to him speaking, she moved herself slowly over towards him miley took held of his hand rested it on her bump "feel...they're moving" she chuckled, was miley nervous about this whole day of course she was....the most thing miley was more nervous about was awsten and her dad meeting for the first time "so...you should know Trace and Noah brought my dad....along with her" miley said but known her mom has brought her new partner along too "i'm scared for you to be meeting billy ray" the blond haired chuckled nervously but somewhat happy about this finally happening.

awsten: glancing at her for a moment as she got up before his gaze went to his own hand as she took it and rested it on her growing bump. for a moment he froze, just wanting to not miss the feeling of them moving as she was trying to get him to, but the moment he did awsten's eyes widened some and a slight smile took over his lips. "fuck.. it feels so legit.. it's crazy," he spoke happily, with a bit of excitement in his voice. obviously he was excited by now to meet their little one as the idea had pretty much sat with him enough to get over the 'i can't believe it' and more onto the 'i can't wait' feeling, which a bit of new parent fear, of course. glancing up into miley's blue eyes for a moment as she spoke before giving a nod, briefly looking away in thought before looking at his girlfriend again. "i get why.. but i'd love to know how helped bring you into the world.. i'll be a fucking saint.. promise," the redhead musician uttered, gently taking one of miley's hands with his free one to kiss the back of it.

miley: it was such a surreal experience and moment for miley, it was like she was trying to take everything in - this was the first for her a first for awsten, not the first for her family but for her it was special. miley loved it when she saw her boyfriend smile like this, it was just as good feeling as the baby moving. “it feels weird huh? known we have a human inside their” the musican laughed softly as she watched awsten’s movements, from her blue eyes as she tilted her head to the side and lightly bit down on her lip “you don’t have to be a saint, just be you- i mean i’ll be on my behaviour because of aunt dolly” the singer chuckled feeling like she had to be on her behaviour whenever dolly was around but she didn’t mind. “you’re about to meet my crazy ass family, you ready? you’re also about to see how big it actually is…” she stated as she started to move out of the room was she nervous yes of course, was she excited. certainly.

awsten: it still was a bit of a mental process, from getting into the idea, to not just coming to terms with it but being a bit excited even, now was those small fears and doubts about how things would go after. awsten was trying his best to ignore that, just trust everything would be fine and focus on miley and their unborn child still growing inside of her. "it's really fucking weird.. but kinda interesting to, don't you think?" he laughed some, learning more about it all as time went on and maybe doing his own research. "you mean i'm not a saint?" the redhead musician did a fake gasp and look of pain before laughing it off. "i'll be me, i think we'll be okay.. they're all love me," he assured giving her a kiss on the temple. "yes, i think so. bigger than mine.. i think i'm as ready as i can be. it's like my tour group," he said more as a self reminder but out loud. taking her hand as she walked out, walking behind her, and gently squeezing her hand as a form of comfort, reminding her he was there.

miley: “there is somethings you need to know about the family though…”miley mentioned softly she obviously wanted to tell him “specially aunt dolly, she’s always said i’m basically her” the blonde haired musican “since my dad getting engaged, we haven’t really spoken, but noah and trace insisted we have him” miley shivered her shoulders known that her dad isn’t the same person which did make her sad at times, but life happens. “you are my saint but shush, i like it when your sassy self!” the female chuckled “trace, is kinda quiet he might be high, same with noah she might be high too” the singer told him as they walked downstairs and through her house “my mom might be high too” she laughed softly knowing what her family is like specifically when it comes to drugs and stuff “you’ve met braison and stella” miley spoken wanting to give him so advice when it’s for her family “you think, you think they’ll get along?” she asked wondering if their families were going to get on.

awsten: glancing at her with heterchromic eyes, awsten gave a nod, listening to what miley shared with him about her family. "i get that.. i'll just treat your family like my own with the utter most love and respect because i'm to into you to have your family hate me.. as if they could," he said the last part in a lower voice, but gave a sincere smile after. he was pretty confident himself with all the people he's had to deal with and his love and care for miley. "okay.. well saint side will shine for now, sassy side will come in naturally as we all vibe, you know me," the redhead added with a slight laugh. awsten nodded at the information shared, "got it everyone's high, find by me." personally drugs and drinking was something he picked not to get into due to having that addictive personality and not wanting to fall down that rabbit hole. geoff was the drinking in his band. "alright good to know.. and they already love me then, noted," the male singer said with a little smile before hearing her question, thinking over the idea. "i'd like to think since they came out here for everything anyway."

miley: miley beamed with happiness as she was listening to what he was saying, the musican knew that he would she never knew how lucky she had gotten with awsten - it was like they we’re pretty much made for one another and they just got each other. “you don’t even have to be saint. i just have to be on my best behaviour when around aunt dolly” the singer laughed softly “everyone might be high….might be” the blond chuckled “my mom definitely” she stated known it was going to be difficult since her parents getting a divorce, they obviously haven’t been in the same room since both of them finding new partners. “they are going to love you, because i do and they want me happy” she mentioned “you make me happy” miley added as she hooked her arms around his neck for a moment to lean into kiss him on the lips before heading into the madness of what was going to happen.

awsten: awsten always just wanted to be extra sweet and always on his best for miley, he'd never forgive himself if anyone in her family disliked him for a reason he could help. so really he was thinking of her long term and he wanted nothing more to connect well for her, their relationship and the child they had on the way. "alright.. i will just be as much me as i can, but a bit.. censored. i don't need them to see my ADHD or anything yet.. thanks to medication i'm trying, maybe they won't," he laughed some, smiling softly at the woman he loved. "i get that and i get why she'd wanna be," he let out a sigh, he couldn't imagine how hard this could be for miley's parents, but he loved tish and really at the end of the day, he wanted to do this for miley and their child as well even if he didn't have the best mindset with what he's hard about billy so far. "exactly and i'm a fucking delight," he added "and i'll continue to make you happy, baby," awsten smiled kissing her back, enjoying this moment before everything that could happen next.

miley: as the afternoon went ahead miley couldn't believe the size of her family members she always knew that she had a massive family regaurdless but when you've put them inside one or backyard so to speak, taking a deep breath miley walked down to the yard where her entire family was sitting though the only person would have made this better would have been her meemaw and papa but she knows they were with her in spirit. miley's soft blue eyes gazed at her boyfriend and smiled so lightly at him "you ready..." she asked him though can you ever be ready? they were about to find out what they were having "okay y'all, i know we're so fucking excited about Bear having a niece or nephew but shut the fuck up for a moment" miley chuckled in her tennesse accent that parted from her lips "now awsten and i have something to give you one each and we're going to film it to get your reactions okay?" the musican said to her loud family "you wanna get the cake pops?" she asked known they're going to be doing this all over again but with their friends that couldn't be here today "don't bite into not until we say so" miley said as she stud leaning against the door frame.

awsten: it's definitely been a while since awsten was around this many people, but of course he knew how to handle himself even if apart of him was hoping this would be over soon and the crowd would lessen. however, this was for their little bean, and miley, so he was being as present as he could be. "as ready as i can be," he answered honestly to her question, keeping an arm around her and glancing to everyone as she told them to shut up, getting a small laugh from the fake redhead. keeping his heterchromic eyes on everyone, treating this like seeing his bandmates so he wasn't losing it as much mentally. sure he saw a lot of people often for work, but awsten was very much a keep to himself type. as everything was going on, it made it all feel so much more real they were having a kid and they'd be here before either of them knew it. turning his attention to his girlfriend he gently whispered to her, "got any guesses before we officially know?"

miley: this was the downfall of coming from a massive family there was always noise everywhere though you were never to shy away from always having someone to talk too which was a nice thing to have too, miley did want a big family for that reason but somehow she knew what it was like growing up with so many siblings always arguing and fighting. miley peered her eyes over to her childhood best friend leslie who even now has a child of her own and giving her a small gullup, miley rested her head slightly against his shoulder as she felt his arm going around her she loved that they were always this close even with a room filled with people. "hang on y'all let me go get my phone and you have to say who you are and what you think it is before biting into the cakepop" she said as the musican turned her head to look at her boyfriend she lightly bit down on her bottom lip before shaking her head "my gut says boy, what about you" she whispered back to him, as her eyes gazed on to awsten and just him alone ignoring that there was a bunch of people infront of the couple right now.

awsten: seeing all the people there, who also had kids already did give awsten's mind a sense of calm, they wouldn't be alone in this and surely he wouldn't do that bad as a father. he did help out as much as he could with farore when geoff brought her home so he knew some of how to raise a baby. at this moment, seeing even a face he knew wasn't helping his introverted ways, so he just focused on miley and why they were here. hearing what she said he smiled some and couldn't help but get out his phone too so he could record for himself as well. "my gut says girl.. maybe because i think it'd be amazing with all my mom taught me about woman growing up," he whispered back, a slight laugh following his words. looking at her in this moment before things started he just had to kiss her, so he did. gently placing his lips on hers, sharing all his feelings for her in that one kiss. "i love you, now.. ready?" awsten said holding up his phone and getting ready to record with her.

miley: miley was a little surprised to hear that awsten said girl she always thought that most men would want a boy as there first ones though of course it didn't exactly matter to her just as long as the baby is heatlhy and growing as everything should be. "really? you're going to be an amazing dad no matter what we're going to be having" the singer told him softly as she kissed him back she placed one hand on his cheek, she knew what they were like even with people around them, this was why they ended up in this stituation always being together and not leaving one anothers hands alone though of course any new relationship it happens doesn't it? not wanting to pull away from the kiss but known they had too miley nodded her head before pulling away "i love you more, born ready baby" she chuckled as she pulled out of her phone she walked towards her parents "please don't fight one another, now state who are and what you think the baby is" she asked her parents obviously wanting to document every single thing before they find out the gender.

awsten: no matter what the gender was, awsten would love to see their little bean for the first time, hold them close and kiss their little face and remind them that even though he works a lot, he'll always be there and always love them so much. "yeah.. could be i'm sick of all the guys around me," he joked some, laughing a bit. "and i think you'll be an amazing mother," he added with a soft smile. honestly, if he could right now, he'd kiss her long, he'd probably even try to do more, since they both knew keeping their hands off each other wasn't easy. it's why they were having a baby currently, and surely they'd learn a bit better, but awsten honestly just wanted to enjoy being in love and time he had with miley. smiling softly at her words he got his phone ready walking to her parents with her, starting to record as people spoke. this was a moment he definitely didn't want to forget, especially with being their first.

miley: once scanning over the room to ask what everyone thought the baby of their gender was going to be she was honestly so surprised by the responses most people thought girl which she didn't expect though of course her brother braison thought boy and along side noah and brandi who all said boy was bound to happen, miley soon went over to the place where the ballon was the black ballon that was hidding their childs gender the musican walked over "okay...everyone bite into the cake pops, it's either going to be just cake or the color...but don't tell us before we popped the ballon" the brunette haired chuckled lightly why was she nervous why had she suddenly gone quiet, out of the two of them miley was the loudest with the biggest of energy though look at her circle of family "babe you ready?" she chuckled looking over at her boyfriend not believing this moment was about to be real "momma, can record please?" she asked though she knew at least one of her siblings was going to be recording "please don't post this on any socials not yet anyway" miley asked not wanting the news to be let out anytime soon.

awsten: putting his phone away after they got through everyone, awsten walked over to miley, a soft smile present on his lips before glancing at the balloon for a moment. inside was going to say the gender and while he'd be happy either way it was still a bit of a nerve-wrecking moment. taking a deep breathe before looking to his girlfriend with a warm smile. "i'm ready if you are," the red haired musician said before giving his phone to his sister to record this for him. all his family was already private, so he didn't say anything aside from giving his sister a quick hug and thanking her before walking back to miley's side. awsten laughed some at her comment on putting this on socials, thinking briefly how much could change if they were public about it. really, he'd just show his lover for miley more often, rather than just on his private account only few could see.

miley: she knew both of them wanted this moment to be as private as they could for tish and bily this was their second grandchild but for awsten's parents it was their first and that was much more of moment for them to take in, after having their last relationships all over social media she was happy that these two were more private. miley took a deep breath and passed awsten a pin to hold to be able to pop the ballon "3....2...1.....!" miley shouted softly as they popped the ballon and seeing pink confetti pouring out of it "oh my god!" miley grinned as tears formed down from her face she went over to hug her boyfriend rather tightly, they were having a girl....a little girl, for once her gut was wrong.

awsten: this was almost a dream for both awsten's parents to finally have a grandchild, they were through the moon about it and just as eager as everyone else there to see the gender. grace gently held the camera to record the moment for her brother but also enjoying the moment herself. awsten glanced to miley, gently taking the pin from her to pop it with her, taking one more deep breath before they'd go to pop it. just before he did, awsten closed his eyes wanted to just open them to the surprise of it and he did just that, seeing the pink confetti and looking right to miley, with his mouth open in surprise. hugging her back and gently kissing her cheek. "and she'll be as beautiful as her mother" awsten whispered in her ear as he held her close.

#chatzy para; finding out the gender ft. miley cyrus

[rededgeevents]

That's a wrap!

First off, we want to thank everyone who participated in our first ever Red Edge Date Auction. Together, we raised $2,500 for our fictitious charity. We also hit our goal, and Admin Lena has donated $150 to the real charity. Her company has matched that donation so thanks to you all, we have donated $300 to Christopher's Haven.

Our top bidder was @pacoxflorez paying $190 for a date with Emersyn.

Now, onto the winners!

@alejandroxfuentesx | Winner is @petraxcromwell

@anastasiaxhill | Winner is: @arrowxellington

@austinxbarnes | Winner is: @marianaxflorez

@bonniebrooks | Winner is: @kinsleyargent

@brittanyxmillerx | Winner is: @cyrusxthompson

@tfemersyn | Winner is: @pacoxflorez

@georginaxrussell | Winner is: @parisastor

@jackxsterling | Winner is: @tylerxdupont

@kingxjax | Winner is: @siennaxjohnson

@loganxslater | Winner is: @kylexhale

@luciaxrossi | Winner is: @maverickxanderson

@lukexmyersx | Winner is: @marisolmaimonroe

@nicolexballiol | Winner is: @marcxhall

@poguexoconnor | Winner is: @autumnhawthorne

@silasrivers | Winner is: @serenabennett

@vinnybaxter | Winner is: @novaxrockwell

Our couples will have from now until Midnight EST on Feb. 29th to work on their dates and send the main (@rededgerp) the link to your date para/gif chat (when it hits at least 6 notes) or send the main the link for your chatzy/discord post when you post it on the dash. PLEASE DO THIS VIA IMS. Please do not tag us in the threads as we may miss it. (Texts will not count)

Make sure you tag all date posts as #rededgefinest

Here is the proof that Admin Lena has donated.

#rededgefinest

[tbthqs]

Acabou a festa, e com isso é hora de voltar ao plot.

Creio que já tivemos tempo suficiente pra adaptar tudo mais, então, é hora de entrarmos com mais profundidade no plot do rpg com a investigação.

Como vai ser?

Pode ser individual ou em grupo de até 3 pessoas, mas enviem no chat da central uma mensagem contendo o local, quem vai e quando vai (manhã, tarde ou noite). Vocês tem 2 dias pra se resolver, senão a moderação resolve. Ocs não viajantes também podem participar.

Vai ficar fixado no servidor e no blog ooc a lista de quem vai pra onde.

As pistas serão postadas amanhã aqui na central mais uma vez, com o que já foi acertado no quente ou frio

Assim que o starter da inter da investigação for postado, me enviem o link pelo chat da central. Vocês também podem usar o chatzy ou server privado no discprd se quiserem.algo mais rápido, mas ele deve ser postado aqui como POV ou Self-Para e o link mandado para o chat na central. Todas essas inters serão postadas aqui.

Vocês podem investigar sozinhos. Nesse caso escreva um POV ou um post explicando como o item foi achado

Mandem seus palpites via ask ou submit, porque assim é mais fácil para manter o registro. Vou responder no blog ooc e no discord se acertou ou não.

Vocês podem arriscar quantos palpites quiserem. A gente vai até acertar a pista, o intuito e vcs encontrarem os itens, mas tem que ter um esforço também.

Amanhã tem um anúncio do reitor que e relacionado a isso

#tbthqs.avisos #tbthqs.faq #mod chronos

[hqdegrassi]

 YOU’RE INVITED TO…

                  FRIENDSGIVING FEAST

HOSTED BY:   APARTMENT 2A GIRLIES AKA RASHA FRANKIE & JENNA DRESS: HOLIDAY DINNER PARTY DURATION IC:   SUN 8TH OCT -  BEGINNING AT 6 PM DURATION OOC:   SAT 7TH OCT - MONDAY 9TH OCT

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 8TH (IN GAME)

𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐔 𝐎𝐅 Canadian Thanksgiving coming up next Monday, this trio of ladies are hosting a potluck style celebration at their place that's all for chilling out, pigging out, and probably eating too much then passing out with our friends. Everyone's encouraged to bring a traditional or non-traditional dish to the dinner party, or at least a bottle of something for generous pouring, and gather around a candlelit feast as we're surrounded by those in our chosen family whom we're most thankful for... And some that we're maybe not as thankful for. Maybe even some that we wish weren't there at all, but we'll all be feeling too much gratitude and are way too stuffed for there to be any bickering around the table or full-blown turkey day drama, right?

THIS EVENT WILL CONSIST OF ONE LIVE, CHATZY-STYLE THREAD FOR ALL MUSES TO PARTICIPATE IN, BUT IS ALSO SUITABLE FOR 1-1 PARA THREADS. FEEL FREE TO START EVENT-RELATED INTERACTIONS SATURDAY OCTOBER 7TH (MIDNIGHT EST) THROUGH OCTOBER 9TH .

UPON THE END OF THE EVENT, ANY CURRENT CLOSED THREADS & GROUP DISCORD INTERACTIONS OF COURSE CAN BE CONTINUED TO THEIR NATURAL CONCLUSION, BUT NO NEW EVENT STARTERS SHOULD BE MADE AFTER 10/9.

HAVE FUN !

#event 004 #event #degrassi rp #college rp #discord rp #rp event #semi appless rp

[hollywoodfamerp]

GOING ONCE, GOING TWICE…!

All right, Famers! The time is finally here!

THE DATE AUCTION IS NOW LIVE!

CLICK THE LINK ABOVE to start bidding! Bidding will be from now (April 5th) until April 12th at midnight EST - so make sure you keep an eye on the celeb you want to make sure no one else outbids you ;)

IMPORTANT NOTES ABOUT THE EVENT:

In order to bid, you will have to register with your CHARACTER’S NAME. The website asks for an email address in order to verify. You can create a one time email address with mailinator if you don’t want to give out your rp email etc. Otherwise, feel free to use whatever email address you want! We won’t see it, don’t worry :)

If you play more than one FC, and you want them all to bid, you’ll need to register each FC individually.

All celebs will begin with a start off amount of $1,000

The minimum bid is $1,000, but feel free to rack that number up as there is no maximum number!

Remember to stay within your celebs real life net worth range

You can bid as many times as you want for as many people as you want.

If your celeb is in the auction you cannot have that FC bid on the other celebs.

If you are the highest bidder for more than one celeb - you will be paired with the celeb you spent the most money on and the other celeb you technically won will go to the next highest bidder. We are doing this so we can get as many different people involved in the event as we can.

If you are being auctioned off - make a post with a photo and really sell yourself! Use the hashtag #hfrpdateauction and get your bids up!!

It doesn’t matter if you’re in a relationship or not - feel free to bid! :D The fake money from this date auction is being donated to the same charities the admins and members are donating their real money to!

All bids will be kept anonymous until the pairs are released.

The person who bids the highest for a celeb will get an activity check pass!

Those donating will make their donations on/by April 15th

The pairs will be announced on April 16th

From April 16th - May 31st at 12am EST you have to send the main (@hollywoodfamerp) the link to your date para/gif chat (when it hits at least 6 notes) or send the main the link for your chatzy/discord post when you post it on the dash. PLEASE DO THIS VIA IMS. Please do not tag us in the threads as we may miss it. If the main does not receive the post, we will have to issue strikes. (Texts will not count. Yes, you can absolutely have your date during the upcoming the weekend trip in May if you’d like as well! More details about the trip will be coming out soon).

If a member from the auction leaves the rp/switches their FC or gets reopened, we will remove them from the auction and they will not be replaced by a new member due to the fact that there will be less time to bid on that member.

If your date auction partner leaves the rp or gets reopened before you could finish your thread, we will just remove you from the list of needing to complete the thread.

REMINDER: We will be posting the game template later today! If each celeb in the auction gets at least 8 bids from 8 different celebrities then Riley and Alyssa will personally donate to their charities! More info about us donating can be found here. If you’d like to join with donating, please let us know! 

HAPPY BIDDING!

#hfrpdateauction

[normaltothemax]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name. Psy

pronouns. She/Her

preference  of  communication. Discord, but Tumblr IMs work as well.

name  of  muse. Max Parker, Riley McMillan, JD Palmer, The Doctor, Mona Wilder, Miles Morales, Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley.

rp  experience  /  how  long. I honestly don't remember. I wanna say about 10 years on Tumblr? I've rped on other platforms too, like Omegle and Chatzy, but I've definitely been on Tumblr the longest.

best  experience. I don’t think there’s one particular moment that sticks out, but I really love it when a blog I really admire is down to write with me, or when I see people I consider friends mentioning me casually (hi Ingrid!). Really just making friends on here makes me super happy.

rp  pet  peeves  /  dealbreakers. Harassment and bullying, not listening to what your partner is trying to tell you (communication is so important guys), stuff like “banned” faceclaims/character lists.

fluff,  angst,  or  smut. I probably love tooth-rotting fluff the most, but I’m also really good at making things angsty, so that happens pretty often. It’s fun to put your characters through hell sometimes. No smut for me!

plots  or  memes. Depends. Memes can be a good way to start an interaction, especially when no plots come immediately to mind, but I also love plotting stuff out with people, if an idea is there.

long  or  short  replies. Depends on my mood. Sometimes I don’t have the brain for long-ish replies, even stuff that’s more than a few lines feels like a lot, at time. Other times, I’m big on multi-paras, getting to write out all the stuff your muse is thinking and feeling and doing, really getting into that character study type stuff.

best  time  to  write. Whenever the muse strikes. Often with school and work, it can end up being in the evening, but sometimes when I’m not busy I could be ready to go with a reply first thing in the AM.

are  you  like  your  muse. I think almost everyone’s a little like their muses. You find something you connect to and that’s what makes the muse flow. I’d say I’m most like Max, though. She has a lot of the same reactions and similarities in personality and sense of humor with myself.

tagged by: @waywardfeathered tagging: @desmuerte, @fasciinating, @defectivexfragmented, @star-trekker-0013​, @atimebomb​

#✦ ooc #✦ queued

[gossipsnake]

TIMING: February 24, 2024, (the evening of this) LOCATION: Inge's House PARTIES: Anita (@gossipsnake), Metzli (@muertarte) Inge (@nightmaretist), and Cass (@magmahearts) SUMMARY: After learning about what had happened to Anita and that she had been brought to Inge's house to warm up with Cass, Metzli comes over to make sure Anita is okay. CONTENT WARNINGS: None

It wasn’t right. Anita had been hurt, and any reasonable individual would’ve been motivated by panic and stress, guided toward their loved one with such a force that everything stormed out of their path. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for Metzli, who had to usually rely on logic above all else to mimic love. They didn’t know how to feel or what to do or how to process, but they had a location and a place to be, so they drove. And somehow, they’d done so calmly, even if they were going twenty over the speed limit. 

By the time Metzli arrived, there was not much they could recall from between their walk from the car and their knock at the door. Nothing else mattered except getting to Anita. They just wished they could have made the moment sweeter with a warm drink or a filling pastry, but that was something they could do another time. Their focus diverted completely to their sister. 

“Where was she found?” They rushed inside with a curt nod at whatever invitation they were given, not paying much mind to Inge so they could lay their eyes on proof that Anita was alive. It wasn’t as if she or Inge had any reason to lie. As far as Metzli was concerned, they both had their trust, and had given no grounds for them to not take her at her word. But between someone who thought themself a sibling, and the person they saw as their family, nothing else mattered more than reaching them. 

With utmost care, Metzli opened the door and reached Anita in a blink, hovering a hand over her hair. She looked tired and worse for wear, but she was warm and breathing, resting soundly in clothing that looked much too big now. Metzli thought perhaps their mind was playing tricks on them, which would be no surprise. Panic had a way of altering a mind.

Metzli retracted their hand and backed away slowly. “I am here.” They kept their voice quiet, waiting for Anita’s approval to get closer. Their touch would do her no good, considering their lack of body heat, but they still held onto hope that they could offer some sort of physical affection she usually claimed she didn’t need. It wasn’t uncommon for Metzli to find her cuddling up with Fluffy or leaning into their touch. As much as Metzli wanted to, they never picked on her for it, and they especially wouldn’t right then. Not in front of Cass or Inge. 

It was important that Metzli find out what was going on as soon as possible. Cass could only imagine the worry they must have felt when Anita didn’t come home. Were they looking for her? Were they scouring the woods, were they searching? She couldn’t imagine they’d be doing anything else, not if they had any inkling that something was wrong. Metzli was proactive, was dedicated, was loyal. And they loved Anita, Cass had seen it. If they knew Anita was hurt, they’d be worried. So they needed to find out right away.

She figured it would be better for Anita to text them, maintained her position practically curled around the lamia as she did so. She kept up that warm-but-not-too-hot temperature, gradually warming herself a little more to make sure Anita got the heat she needed without being too hot. She tried making awkward small talk with Inge at first, but she got the feeling neither of them really wanted that, so she gave it up after a few minutes. 

And, when Metzli finally arrived and entered the room, she let the relief wash over her all at once. 

She wondered, somewhat absently, if Metzli would display the same desperation if it were her in Anita’s position. She felt guilty for wondering it — Anita was hurt, and this should be about her — but her mind went there all the same. Cass was so used to being an afterthought and, in this moment, Anita was clearly anything but. She thought back to Alex, after she was hurt, to the way she would have done anything to get her out of Rhett’s cruel grasp. Hadn’t it been intoxicating, being the center of someone’s world? Even if only for a moment, even when it was over now? Hadn’t it felt good?

“She’s getting warmer,” she spoke up almost tentatively, like she was no longer sure of her place in this room. Neither Inge nor Metzli had the body heat to warm Anita, so Cass was necessary. She liked being necessary. It meant no one could make her go. “I think it’ll be a while longer before she’s… back to full strength.”

—

They had been at Inge’s place for a little while before Anita had the strength to even send Metzli a message about what had happened. And of course since she didn’t even have her own phone with her she had to rely on using someone else’s to even send the message. It felt like this was becoming a habit, needing help from others, and it made her feel uneasy. As much as she wanted to tell everyone to leave, not because she didn’t want them there but because she felt that her debt to them was growing with each passing second. Debt she didn’t know how to repay. 

Just before Metzli arrived, Anita had finally felt warm enough to shift back. While most things in life were aided by being an incredibly large rattlesnake, trying to get warm was certainly not on that list. “I’m gonna get smaller,” she said to Cass so as not to startle the woman wielding that much heat near her skin, “It’ll make it quicker. Warmer blood and whatever.” It took more effort than she was used to but the scales that spread across her body were slowly replaced with soft pink flesh, allowing her to curl up into herself and get herself under the aluminum blanket that the tall stranger had given her. 

When she heard Metzli’s voice there was a simultaneous relief and guilt that panged through Anita. She didn’t want to worry anyone… she didn’t mean to worry anyone. There had been nights, plenty of nights, that she didn’t make it home. She usually let them know that was going to be the case though, when she remembered to. “I didn’t mean to worry you,” she offered up. Normally the lamia adored being the center of attention - she thrived on it - but this type of attention, this type of care, felt so foreign to her. She didn’t know how to handle it all. 

“I just need to get warm. I already healed the wound.” Nodding towards Cass, Anita agreed, “Will be a while, for sure.” Even if her body got warmed up Anita wondered how long the exhaustion she was feeling would last. “I’ve never… I don’t know anyone who’s ever… guess this is why my father wanted me to stay in the desert.” 

_ 

She couldn’t recall the last time she’d turned on the heating in her cold apartment, but she had it blasting now. Inge could host, at the very least — it was one of the skills she’d taken with her from her former life. She could fret a little, offer whatever comforts Anita needed while waiting for her to warm up again. In a way, it was good to be on the other side of this: to help rather than to need to be helped. 

And though her body ached from all the walking, she got up and moved towards the door all the same when the doorbell rang. Her eyes locked with Metzli, she offered the, “Come in,” required for a vampire and let them burst in. She followed, pushing through as she tried to keep up their pace. “In the Pines. I was astral hopping and I saw her and got help.” This was the second time in a long time where Inge was confronted with the fact that she was limited, that in some cases she was powerless. She had none of the superior healing her vampire brethren had, nor the strength. Not even the bodily warmth to assist Anita. And even though she’d manage to help Anita, she despised the feeling.

She followed Metzli, no longer bothering to keep up with their vampiric speed and leaned on a chair in the living room. What a strange combination of people, two of whom she’d only met rather recently and in very different settings. Inge didn’t question it. Life was spontaneous. And pain connected, that too she knew. 

A small smile for Cass. Ariadne’s friend, she assumed. The one she’d asked her not to give nightmares. “Good.” She moved around the chair, sat on its edge, close to the gathering of people in her living room. So filled with life. She found it confusing. “You can stay as long as you need to, you know that.” Not often did she open her doors like that for people, and it wasn’t like Anita and her were as tightly entwined as she perhaps was with Metzli or even Cass — but still. Inge wasn’t going to kick her friend out. She wasn’t quite sure what to say. “It’s … you’re here now, hm? Just focus on getting warmer.” 

“Ay, mi hermosa.” Metzli leaned forward and planted an affectionate kiss to Cass’s head, fully trusting that if she was in contact with Anita, then it was safe to do so. Besides, they couldn’t help themself when the person they saw like kin was making them proud. She truly was a hero, and Metzli wholeheartedly believed that’s what she was meant to be. They smiled, “Thank you for helping her.” They didn’t care if Cass would bind them, and some part of them knew she wouldn’t. Regardless, it felt important to express their gratitude, and they turned to regard Inge, who they could see through the doorway to the living room. “And thank you as well, Inge. I…” Tears brimmed their eyes, a few daring to streak down their cheeks as they returned to Anita’s side and sat.

Metzli sniffled and cleared their throat immediately, trying not to feel too embarrassed. Anita likely didn’t have the energy to tease them, but they hoped she might. Anything to further cement that she was still there, and what Metzli was seeing wasn’t just a figment. It was asinine, really. They knew that. So, carefully, they reached forward, placing a gentle hand on Anita’s head for a few moments. They smiled warmly and retracted it before they could undo any of Cass’s hard work. Anita was real. Anita was real and even if Metzli had failed in finding her, she was alive and able to recover. 

“I looked for you. Was very scared you were hurt and I am very sorry I could not find you.” The possibility (and really, the inevitability) of Anita dying became far too real, and it choked them. It formed  a ball of some sort and it lodged itself in Metzli’s throat. Their leg began to bounce as discomfort overtook them, but they took a grounding breath to keep their emotions at bay as best they could. Some emotion was okay, but they didn’t want to overwhelm Anita or overtake the attention she needed. Instead, they breathed once more, offering Anita their hand, palm facing up. 

“I will be here until you can come home then. Whatever you need, hermana. Like Inge say, focus on getting warmer. We will help.”

A warmth that had nothing to do with the magma flowing through her veins filled her chest as Metzli addressed her, and she offered them the smallest of smiles. When they’d first found Anita in the woods, trailing behind Otis and Inge like a lost dog, there had been so much desperation. She’d been so afraid, so uneasy. If anything happened to Anita, she’d thought, and Cass didn’t prevent it from doing so, she was sure Metzli wouldn’t forgive her for it. She was good so long as she was useful, and she’d been useful tonight. She’d used the destructive force of her volcanic nature for something decent, for warmth instead of ruination. 

Metzli thanked her, and Cass disregarded it with a shrug. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m happy I could help.” She looked down at Anita with a small smile. “Everybody deserves somebody to help them, right?” It was something Cass desperately wanted, needed to be true. If Anita deserved salvation, if everyone did, didn’t she get to be included in that, too? 

She flashed Inge a grateful smile as the mare said they could all stay as long as they needed to. It was funny — she hadn’t liked Inge much at the beginning of all this, but she was grateful for her now. Offering her home not just to Anita, but also to Cass, who she probably still hated, was a pretty heroic thing to do. And Cass would know; she was a superhero.

“So, um…” She shifted her weight a little, repositioning Anita slightly so that they both could be a little more comfortable. “Anybody have any Uno cards?”

—

As much as Anita adored being the center of attention in normal circumstances, these were not normal circumstances. This collection of people surrounding her, from different aspects of her life, all coming together to help her out was not a dynamic she knew how to navigate. But they didn’t seem upset or annoyed, at least not visibly, at needing to tend to the weakened lamia. That felt surprising to her, mostly. Metzli’s reaction, their support, was expected. But the other two, that felt surprising. Not because of who they are or because of anything they had done but simply because having people around to support her was such a foreign feeling at this stage in her life. 

The idea of her absence causing Metzli to go out and search for her, knowing that she caused them any amount of fear, only added to the guilt that was cursing her. How many nights had she not come home in the past without letting them know? Did it always spark such a reaction? That wasn’t a question she really wanted an answer to. “Don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have … been out there like that.” She reached out and placed her hand in theirs, keeping it there despite the cold. 

She turned her attention towards Cass, who was doing the work of a dozen heat lamps all by herself. “Is this tiring for you?” For all that Anita knew, whatever Cass was, and whatever powers she had, were foreign to her. “Don’t think I’ve played Uno since… college, maybe?” She didn’t wanna make presumptions but it seemed unlikely that Inge had a deck of Uno cards lying around. But Cass was onto something. If they had something to do to pass the time, maybe Anita would feel less guilt, or at least be distracted enough to not think about it for a short while. “Wouldn’t be opposed to playing a game or something, though.”  

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The scene was a strange one. Inge had people over at her house aplenty, but it was never this kind of combination. Anita in her living room made sense, had occurred before, but Metzli she only knew professionally and then there was Cass, the thief who’d melted her things. Put together the fact that someone was being offered aid and she wasn’t entirely sure if she’d encounter this kind of thing again soon. She gave Metzli a serious look, nodded. “Of course.” It wasn’t like she’d done it for Metzli, but still. She didn’t mind a little appreciation.

Inge remained leaning on the chair until Cass said something about Uno. Now the scene was really becoming something completely foreign. It wasn’t a bad thing, though. She raised up, jaws tight at the movement. “I can find us something. I’ve got a deck of cards, so we can just play crazy eights.” She could host. Though the days of serving guests pickled eggs and vruchtenbowl were over, she hadn’t quite lost that. 

She moved away from the three others, feeling strangely out of place. She cared for Anita, certainly, and enjoyed her company deeply — but she and her had never felt this proximity she seemed to share with Cass and Metzli. No matter. It was hardly like she was jealous. Inge opened one of the many cabinets in the living room, most of them filled with various items. Old games from back at home, books and collections, dried flowers and trinkets she intended to do something with, one day. A deck of cards was produced and she returned, pulling an ottoman close to the small gathering. “If anyone wants something to drink, you can help yourself. There’s wine and other things in the kitchen.” No blood, that she only got when she had planned vampire visits. “But for now, I’ve got the deck. Shall I deal?”

Metzli shook their head at Anita and shushed her. “You are strong and your confidence is big. Maybe you make mistake, but you are alive. That is what matters.” They paused for a moment, offering Anita an intimate gesture by pressing their lips to the back of her hand. For someone not normally too keen on touch, it meant a great deal. It was something that required trust and comfort that they had only just begun to understand. “You matter to me. Worry will happen and that is okay. Just shut up and accept.”

There were various options that everyone presented for entertainment, nourishment, and comfort. Uno sounded interesting enough. If there were only a single item in a game, Metzli figured it couldn’t possibly be overstimulating or incredibly complex. It sounded quiet. Perfect, even. That was probably why Cass suggested it, and they offered a small and gentle smile to her as they gave Anita’s hand one final squeeze. She didn’t need her temperature lowered again. 

“Let us play this Uno game and I can pay for pizza if someone will like to order.” They turned their head just in time to watch Inge’s hair bounce around the corner as she mentioned a much more chaotic game. Crazy eights? That is bigger than one. Not by much, but enough. And the numbers were crazy? Metzli couldn’t make sense of it, but before they knew it, Inge provided the group with a deck of cards. They stared at it as if it were as atypical as themself, their back stiffening as they shook their head and responded. “I will watch. I do not want to gamble in your deal.”

Anita asked about her, about her well-being, and it was enough to make Cass’s chest feel warm in the metaphorical sense as well as the physical. She offered the lamia a small smile, shaking her head. “It’s not tiring. This is just… being, for me.” Without the need to maintain her glamour, this was actually less tiring than her day-to-day, even if the glamour only took a very small amount of energy to keep up. Regardless, even if it had been exhausting, she would have done it. Anita was cold, and Cass could warm her. That was all there was to it. It was a simple thing.

She hummed, disappointed but not surprised that Inge didn’t have any Uno cards lying around. It had been something of a long shot, given Inge’s whole ‘fancy lady’ aesthetic. Fancy ladies probably didn’t play Uno, which was stupid. Uno was fun. But, regardless, Cass knew how to work with what was given to her. Metzli wasn’t interested in Crazy 8s, though Anita didn’t seem to mind the idea. Cass considered it for a moment.

“Maybe we can do a round or two of that, then Go Fish?” She looked to Metzli as she said it, brows drawing together in a pleading look. It was an expression perfected from years of making sure everyone felt included enough to stay. If there was nothing for a person to do, they were more likely to walk away. And Cass didn’t want Metzli to leave.

She didn’t want anyone to leave, but Metzli was the only one who really could right now. Anita was frozen in place (though not quite literally anymore), and this was Inge’s house. If she could keep Metzli here, they could stay as they were right now. And Cass liked how they were right now. It felt kind of perfect… or as perfect as anything could be, under the circumstances. “Maybe we could have hot chocolate, too?”

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It would have been too overwhelming for Anita to take the time to fully process and internalize the amount of care that was being given to her. So she was glad to have a distraction in the way of a card game, no matter what game that ended up being. Something to do other than talk about the situation she got herself in. “Crazy 8’s isn’t all that crazy,” she offered to Metzli in Spanish when they seemed uninterested in playing. She wanted them to have a good time if they were going to be stuck here waiting for her to defrost, but also knew that watching the others play might as well be as enjoyable as playing for them. 

Anita was feeling well enough to move her arms a bit, being able to do the absolute bare minimum action for a game of cards. As the cards were delt she reached out to grab her hand, fully accepting that it would be near impossible to keep her cards fully concealed from Cass.  “Hot chocolate would be amazing. Especially if you’ve maybe got some tequila lying around to throw in there?” She asked, looking over at Inge. She should have asked Metzli to bring some from home. Even though she knew the science behind it was flawed, there was no denying that a bit of tequila was known to warm just about anyone up. “I think after a few rounds of the game I should be warm enough to head home. I don’t wanna put y’all out all night.” 

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She looked between the strange range of people and folded down the cards so they could be shuffled and dealt at a later time, “Maybe you can explain the rules to Metzli? It is not so different from Uno.” Inge got up, sure to not touch Cass and her searing skin again. She remembered how she’d burned her once and thought it some kind of metaphor — how warmth could be healing yet also dangerous. 

“Anyway — hot chocolate I can do. With tequila. I’ll also order a pizza.” And she’d pay for it. She was a gracious host, after all. It was a fundamental skill for women of her once-caliber. It was one she didn’t mind not having unlearned — though plenty of the other submissive housewife traits had luckily left her. “What kind of toppings do you like?”

Her eyes flicked to Anita, then. “Don’t worry. Neither Metzli nor I need sleep. You are hardly putting me out. You’ve —” Slept over before, she almost added, before remembering herself. Inge smirked vaguely and then gave Cass another one over. She was okay. Even if she’d stolen her bag and burned her hand. “And if you doze off, that’s alright.” She moved to the kitchen to heat up some milk on the stove, feeling a distant sense of a feeling she couldn’t quite describe. Perhaps it was as simple as contentment, but maybe something more rare — a feeling of safety and unity. 

They knew what Cass was doing when she made that face. They also knew she was scared that they’d leave, even if that was far from the truth. More than once, she had used it to get her way, ensuring abandonment of any kind wasn’t any option. It was how she operated, experiencing dismissal and loneliness far too long. If given the chance to live those moments again, Metzli surely would’ve given Cass what she wanted without any sort of plea. 

They just enjoyed her face far too much to give in immediately. They enjoyed the way she knew a certain look would sway any decision they made. As if Metzli was truly her guardian. “I am staying, mihijita. And I will beat you at this crazy game.” Gently, they reached over and patted her head, ruffling her slightly and playfully with a small but genuine smile on their face. “I will also beat Anita.” They chuckled, rising to their feet to help Inge out in the kitchen. A room they were comfortable and navigated well in. Never mind the fact that they had no need to eat actual food anymore.

“If you have chocolate that I can melt with the mix, I can help you make it very tasty.”

 “Pineapple!” Cass cut in immediately, eager to make her preferred pizza topping known. Normally, she might have let someone else respond first, might have pretended to like whatever the popular answer was, but… she felt comfortable, in this moment. She felt comfortable enough to be a little more of herself, to stop pretending even if it was only for a heartbeat. Later, the mask would slip back on as easily as breathing. She’d cut herself into smaller pieces, something easier to digest. But right here, right now… Cass felt good. And that was good. Wasn’t it?

She grinned a little as Metzli agreed to stay, feeling as though some invisible weight had been lifted. The teasing, too, felt good, felt like something she’d never thought she’d have. “There’s no way you’re beating me,” she shot back, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m totally gonna win. You’ll probably beat Anita, though.” She flashed Anita a grin — a quiet confirmation that she was only kidding, with a question underneath it: is this okay, are we here yet, can we do this? 

As Metzli and Inge went into the kitchen, Cass remained with Anita. This was good, she thought. However terrifyingly the night had started out, this ending was good. She wanted more nights like this. She wanted them forever. 

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It was not very often that Anita found herself alone, physically. She usually had some body nearby to keep her company - either a meal or a tryst. Even when she spent time with people she cared about, the people in this room, it was almost always one-on-one. Genuinely, she did not know if that was an intentional doing on her part or if it was coincidental. Laying there, wrapped up in physical and emotional warmth felt so foreign to her. It made her think back to Mexico, before she left home. But even as she let her mind wander back there, as she shuffled through her cards and listened to discussions about pineapple on pizza, Anita was faced with the reality that home had never actually felt quite this warm. 

Back then she may have been constantly surrounded by a sea of family but they were all so preoccupied with themselves that moments like this - simple evenings - were scarce. Anita smiled up at Metzli when they returned with cups of cocoa and nodded at the indication from Inge that pizza was just a few minutes away. As she took that first sip of the spiked beverage, for a moment the guilt she had been feeling slipped away. For a moment she was just in a living room, playing cards with people who cared about her.

#wild cards #thread #para #metzli #cass #inge #c:m #t:metzli #t:cass #t:inge #chatzy #writing

[reissance]

one idea i have for any upcoming rp what comes to events: create chatzy room/or any 'space' where all group members will be gathered and action para (or how did you call it?) the event. beforehand players, of course, could discuss what will be happening between their characters, but also, some random things will occur due to life can't follow the script all the time

me personally I've always loved that kind of planning and plotting but there's a lot of people who absolutely hate group chats and/or ooc interaction so I don't think it's gonna work as well as we think, maybe in a closed group with people who are close and already interact ooc with each other

[wmufranniefabray]

coffee&a cheers → frannie/cody para.

TITLE: Coffee &A Cheers DATE: Thursday 15th February. PEOPLE: Frannie {@wmufranniefabray} and Cody {@wmucody} SUMMARY: Frannie and Cody meet the morning after Valentine's Day to delve a little deeper into their pasts.

OOC: The first part of this para (approximately 4 messages) got rudely deleted by Chatzy, which we have now sworn never to use again out of total distrust. To summarise, both characters arrived at the cafe and greeted one another.

As Cody spoke, Frannie nodded, slowly, taking another look around the cafe - taking in her surroundings. Part of her felt grateful that they were sitting in a darker, more private cafe. Another part felt tentative about being left alone with Cody in a small, darkened corner like this. She had assumed being in a cafe would have meant that their flirting, as much fun as it was, would have been momentarily. But, now? She wasn't so sure. "Everything is right with the world, obviously." She corrected with a grin, "I mean, both of us are here. It's an adorable cafe. We're more than likely to have an amazing time. How much more right can things get, really?" Although her words were laced with a sarcasm, there was a small part of her that felt free. Happy. Intrigued. Perhaps even a little bit excited to see the potential with Cody. "Cheerleading was fun. I think Coach Sue had an awful Valentine's Day, considering how grouchy she was, though. She clearly needs some action in the romance department ASAP." Frannie gave a small chuckle and eye roll, noticing in an instant as Cody's eyes dropped down to her body, causing the flutter of butterflies in her stomach to return, briefly. "How about you? Have I distracted you from some studying again?" She teased, crossing one leg over the other before sitting back in her seat slightly.

Cody laughed in harmony with Frannie. "Coach Sue, what a lady to have in your face at six in the morning, huh? I'm sure we could get her sorted with the right man, or whoever can brave that megaphone". His eyebrows raised up and down, almost in a flash. "I don't think there's a time when you're not distracting me." A mischievous smirk made it's way across his face. Cody couldn't quite put his finger on how he felt in the other's presence. There was some sort of excitement intertwined with apprehension swimming around in his gut. There was a warmth in his soul but also a hint of unease. The waiter approached breaking his train of though. "I'll have another white mocha please, with a pump of hazelnut this time," he said kindly while sliding the menu towards Frannie. "It's my treat. Pick absolutely anything, and everything you want."

Frannie let out a small chuckle, nodding quickly. "She is the worst. The best, obviously, but simultaneously the worst." There was something about being part of the cheerleading squad that filled Frannie with a lot of joy. She absolutely loved it. "Still, it keeps all of us in line. And it keeps our egos in check. Some of us need that kind of brutal honesty." At the sight of Cody's smirk, she rose an eyebrow slowly, almost challenging Cody. His energy was almost infectious. "Oh, really?" She echoed, tilting her head to the side as she looked across at him. "You see, I'm all for academics being your priority. Being smart is an absolute turn on. Especially when you're talking academic to me." A ghost of a grin was finding its way across her lips again, the playful flirting coming almost naturally when she was around Cody. Her gaze rose when she noticed the waiter approaching and her eyes glanced slightly at the menu. "Anything?" She repeated quietly to Cody with a raised eyebrow, trying not to raise too much suspicion from the waiter who was still watching the two of them. "I'll have an iced latte with oat milk, thank you." As soon as the waiter had left, Frannie folded her arms across her chest and stared across at Cody, a small smirk beginning to form. "What's to say your presence here, with me, isn't the treat I'm asking for?"

Cody nodded understandingly. "There I was thinking you were just putting yourself in a cheerleading outfit to turn me on.' He mirrored the tilting of the head while staring at Frannie, full of want. "It's a good thing that I'm just a fountain of knowledge then. I will talk the ears off you and you will be regretting even saying anything," he replied. Nodding the head as a way of thanks to the waiter he drew his attention back to his date. Leaning forward onto the table, he balanced his head onto the curve of his left palm and dropped his other hand to his rest on his knee, slightly brushing against Frannie's leg while doing. "Guess we'll just be each other's treat then".

Frannie gave out a small laugh at Cody's comment, giving a small, playful eye roll. "I'd be wearing a lot less if I was trying to turn you on, don't you think?" She murmured, lowering her voice slightly - painfully aware of every single person that could possibly be sitting near to them. As much as she tried to limit the amount she cared about the perception of others, it was still something she was painstakingly cautious of. Lima was a small place. "So, talk to me." She answered simply, running her tongue along her lower lip. "I know you mentioned how external factors or environments might impact a person's development. Tell me more about what you know. I'm curious." Her eyes watched with interest as Cody leaned forward, almost narrowing the gap between the two of them sitting opposite one another, while her breathing hitched - slightly - when she felt his hand brush against her knee. Almost by instinct, her body shifted in her seat, moving forward towards the table so that their bodies were closer.

Cody hung his head laughing. "Mmm, I would hope so," he countered, his teeth creeping through his slightly wet lips. Cody looked around and quickly dismissed his surroundings so he could be completely captivated by the female sitting so gracefully in front of him. "Nature, nurture debate simply isn't it? Your genetics can make you who you are, but with the influences of secondary socialisation it can catapult a person into someone completely different. I think the family, who are primary socialisation, have the biggest influence on someone's life however," Cody rambled, his hand waving in the air as to summon more thoughts to himself. "Like there's parts of me who I will always be, but they could have been either flattened or inflated in a different family. I also read this interesting study that everyone is born with all the same trauma triggers however it takes the external factors to switch them on, which is," he took a pause, finally letting some air into his lungs. "The depth behind it is something I will always strive to know more of." His hand dropped again, but this time his fingers traced soft swirls around Frannie's thigh. "Do you ever think about if your family has impacted you in ways that they could potentially prevented?" Cody laughed softly. "In the least invasive way possible."

Frannie watched, silently, while she listened to Cody speaking. While her area of interest was linked to the biological physical elements of the body, she had always found herself intrigued by the psychology and cognitive side of research. It was no where near her area of expertise - Cody was definitely the expert in this area - but she listened, captivated, to what he was saying. Call her selfish, but she couldn't help her thoughts wandering slightly about the impact her upbringing had on creating the person who she was today. Every single day spent in her household - every word shared, every argument screamed, every tear that had fallen - surely must have had some kind of impact. "So, you're saying here that human's are born with the same bodies. Everyone has an even playing field when it comes to the brain they've been given, let's say. Yet the minute they step outside of that hospital, the rest of their life and psychological health is determined by every second that passes after that?" She mused, letting the thoughts run over inside of her head, slowly letting it all sink in. Her thoughts felt fuzzy, disorganised and unstructured - memories flashing in and out of her brain like an unregulated cosette player of her childhood. A hand placed on her thigh dragged Frannie - much to her relief - out of her thoughts. It felt oddly comforting to find Cody's hand there - a distraction, absolutely, but one that felt oh, so, good. His question was honest and it was a question she had been expecting - hell, she had even offered to give information. Yet now that they were here, in front of each other, she could feel herself freezing up, ever so slightly. "I..think every family is complex." She offered, realising straight away how vague her answer was. She scrambled in her brain for something - anything - to say. Being vulnerable about these kind of memories was something she had planned for in advance but right here? Right now? She felt scared. "The Fabray family were no exception to complicated, I suppose." Her gaze shifted, away from Cody, to a photo frame hanging on the wall. Choosing to ignore his gaze felt easier, somehow. "Invasive is fine. I think I just need warming up a little with the deep talk." She gave a small smile, a somewhat apology.

Cody squeezed Frannie's leg softly. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away and just dove straight into the deep side there. I'm working on my impulsiveness. We don't need to talk about the deep, deep stuff. We can keep it non relative to us," he reassured. His body retracted ever so slightly. Working on his impulses was a main focus for himself, which is why he has such a rigorous morning routine. It keeps the impulse and intrusive thoughts at bay. His mind flashed back to the question he asked Frannie but directed it to himself this time. His body tensed as he remembered the walls of his house, and the quietness of it. How he could determine what mood his father was in just from the sound of his steps, and he thought about how constantly walking on egg shells has sky rocketed his fight or flight in everyday life. "We don't need to talk about it. I know we said therapy session and all, but we can stick to the surface level stuff. That was rude of me to jump in like that." Cody's face looked regretful, not wanting to give Frannie any reason to back away.

Frannie let out a shaky breath, nodding quickly, noticing in an instant that she wasn't the only one whose body had altered, slightly, since the start of their conversation. Her thoughts had been so absent that she had only just noticed how Cody's body, while on the surface looked relatively normal, looked tense and on edge. It reminded her that she wasn't the only one here with a family - and with families, comes a lot of emotional baggage that is hard to talk about. "You don't need to apologise. It's my fault - I was the one who offered to talk about this." She reassured, her voice a little softer as she leaned forwards in her seat, reaching out and giving Cody's hand that was resting on the table a small, gentle squeeze. The last thing she wanted to do was to make Cody feel guilty. "You're not rude at all. Let me think..." She trailed off, allowing her tongue to run along her lower lip as she thought. "How about we talk about our families in general, first? Surface level kind of information. That might be a safer way to start."

Cody relaxed his body after feeling the small squeeze. His eyes followed the movement of her tongue on her own lips, the feeling of desire came back over him. "That seems like a reasonable way to kick start things." Clearing his throat, he allowed space for the waiter to place the cups on the table top. He pushed Frannie's drink towards her, allowing his fingers to tangle with hers before reverting them back to his own cup. He took a small sip, wincing slightly at the scolding temperature. "Fucking, nearly burnt the tongue right off me," Cody spluttered, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Frannie let go of Cody's hand when she noticed the waiter arriving, pulling back slightly from where she was sitting to make room for the drinks to be placed down. Instantly her body craved to reach out towards Cody again, but she held back, watching to see if Cody showed any signs of still feeling on edge. The feeling of their fingers intertwining within the cups made her smile towards Cody, though, a quiet chuckle coming out. It looked like the atmosphere was starting to feel more comfortable again, which helped her to feel more at ease again. Her face burst into giggles when she watched Cody's reaction to sipping the drink. "Who knew a hot drink could be so hot?" She teased, wrapping her two hands around the mug to feel the warmth. "So...Tell me about your family. What are they like?"

Cody rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah." Swallowing the remaining brew in his mouth, Cody sat the cup back down on the table. Resuming his previous position of his head on his hand, his other arm falling down again inviting Frannie back into a warmer engagement. "My family," he whispered, sucking his teeth. "Where to begin? First of all. My dad is what you would deem as your standard American high money businessman who works 24/7 and my mother is a neurosurgeon. So, first of all there's some serious points deduced for parenting skills due to having such high demanding jobs. I was mostly raised off my grandmother." Cody began to worm his hand into his back pocket to pull out his beaten wallet. Opening it up, he showed Frannie a polaroid photo of himself and his gran. "She's my guy, man. She's the best." He stared at the photo for a few more seconds, a sudden sadness hitting his gut as he reminded himself what he had to leave behind for his own wellbeing. "She's gucci, best way I can describe her." Sliding his wallet back into his pocket he reverted into his original position. "They weren't horrible to me. They just didn't have the emotional skills to be parents. And when Louie was born, I thought, Yes, now is the time for you to be parents. And still nada. I wish I knew their brain types maybe it would make more rational sense." Cody suddenly realised how much he was rambling. "Your turn, pretty girl," he whispered, nudging Frannie ever so slightly.

Frannie listened carefully, watching Cody silently as he spoke. She had questions - so many questions - yet she was also painfully aware of how tentative this subject was. Likely, for both of them. The last thing she wanted to was push too much. It was nice to hear Cody speak so positively about his grandmother, and she shuffled forward in her seat to take a look at the polaroid picture. A small smile graced her lips as her eyes traced the image, feeling the warmth radiating from Cody as he spoke about his grandmother. "Sometimes they don't have to be awful to you. A lot of the time, it's the things that they neglect to do or neglect to say that impact us the most." She spoke quietly, giving a small shrug. "How old is Louie now?" A sudden overwhelming urge to reach out again - whether that was to hug or comfort Cody in some way - washed over her. Instead, she took another sip of her drink, trying to imagine what it must have been like with parents that were never there. If anything, she may have preferred that. This time, she felt more comfortable speaking about her family. "So, it's always been Quinn and I. We've been inseparable, really, ever since we were small." She let her eyes drift across the cafe, before landing back to Cody again. "You could say my parents are well known in our part of town. My Father, especially, is quite a well-known name. Everyone loves Papa. He's funny, you know? He works within a law firm just outside of our town. My Momma has always been at home, taking care of us or taking care of Father." Pausing to take a small breath, Frannie reached into her pocket for her mobile. Her lockscreen showed a picture of her family, standing just outside of their local church several years ago. She showed the photo on her lockscreen to Cody. "They were always busy, but I wouldn't necessarily say they were absent. They were strict and had high expectations for us. Especially me, as the eldest, but really both Quinn and I were held to a high standard." The unspoken words were about Quinn being kicked out, but that wasn't Frannie's secret to tell. "They had their fault's, I guess. A lot of them. It doesn't mean I wouldn't do anything for them. Especially Quinn."

Cody couldn't quite put his finger on how he was feeling. The vulnerability that he was displaying in front of Frannie was saved for pep talks in his mirror. It felt so natural though, he didn't have to think about it. He also didn't have an overwhelming gut feeling of danger like he's so used to. Cody hadn't so much as whispered about the nature of his family, not even in his own class work to better his understanding of psychological development. He was his own walking case study. "Louise is coming on 8 in the next couple months," he answered, a full smile creeping on his face at the thought of his younger brother. He began to wonder what Louie was up to at that moment in time, was he okay? Cody took a mental note to facetime him later in the day. Listening to Frannie, he took everything in. Trying to separate his psychologist head to someone who genuinely just wanted to know more about the person sitting in front of him. Cody budged towards Frannie, taking in her photo. It was exactly how he pictured the Fabray family to look. "They must be proud of you both then, yeah? I mean I don't know Quinn; however, you're thriving and studying, and your energy is something that would make any parent proud". His eyes wandered between her left eye, then her lips, then her right eye. Taking in everything.

Frannie had never expected to be opening up about her family like this. It was almost...freeing, in a way? "Eight is such a fun age." She replied with a grin, "Do you miss him while you're at college?" She liked being able to see Cody like this. It made him more real to her. Although she would never outwardly admit it, flirting was easy. It had become like a second nature to her now. If in doubt, it was easy to flirt and escape anything genuinely real. This, though? This was new territory. The word proud made Frannie let out a small, low chuckle. It was never a word she had considered when thinking about what her parents thought of her. "I'm going to have to get it in writing, first, that you promise you'll never tell anyone anything I tell you about my family. They're...quite concerned about public perception. More than quite. A lot. It's a massive deal to them how people perceive our family." Her words tried to keep light, but there was a slight glitch in the way that she spoke now. A small tension in her tone. "So...if you lived with your grandmother, what made you want to go to Thailand?" Her question was light, but her tone shifted, now more gentle and tentative. "Not that I blame you. I'm still a little jealous that you went there." She added with a small smile, trying to lighten the tone again.

Cody nodded slowly. "Fuck, yeah. I miss him like mad. I just hope he's doing okay. He didn't deal with it the best when I left." He took another small gulp of coffee. Listening to Frannie, he ripped a small piece of paper from his notebook laid next to his laptop. "Here," he slid the paper towards Frannie. In small, neat handwriting it said 'This is my written promise to you that your words with me are always safe and locked within the walls of my body" with his signature printed at the bottom followed by a love heart. "You keep that safe." Cody wanted Frannie to know she was safe with him and nothing would go any further, he wouldn't dare. He knew how hard it was to show that vulnerability and it was nothing he would ever take advantage of. He placed the piece of paper into her hands and clasped them shut with his own. "Safe space, always." Naturally someone would remove their hands immediately after but he lingered on to Frannie's touch for as long as he could. "She lived in the house with us, so it was still under my dad's roof, if that makes sense. And I just didn't match up to what they wanted from a son and they made it very well known. They had my whole life planned out. So I simply, for better words, fucked off." He dropped his head and laughed. "Can't make me do something when I'm at the other side of the world."

Frannie couldn't help but wonder, momentarily, whether their conversation was one that Cody had ever spoken about before. In a way, tucked in the darkest corner like this, it made the secrets that they revealed to one another feel more sacred. She already knew that anything spoken of would never leave her lips to anyone else. Not to Quinn, not to her Momma, not to anyone. These weren't her secrets. Her eyes fell to the note being handed to her, lingering on it while an eyebrow rose at the love heart. Either Cody was just as much of a romantic as she was, or he knew exactly how to make a girl feel special. It was working. My God, was it working. "Thank you." It wasn't as though she felt distrustful of Cody - if anything, it was the opposite. There was no reason to distrust him. And his hands against hers? His touch was lingering, teasing; lasting for so much longer than she would expect. She shifted her thumb on top of his hand, deliberately making small patterns on his hand softly, running the touch back and forth. "I hope you know this sentiment is always returned." She spoke quietly, her gaze trying to meet his eyes. "You can talk to me about anything. It will stay between us. I promise." The shift in her tone - from arriving at the cafe with a light hearted, flirty tone - to her tone of voice now, low and serious, was stark. Cody's answer to her question made her shift in her seat, feeling an overwhelming wave of empathy towards him. His honesty and bravery were something she was envious of. Moving away from the situation was something Frannie had never been able to do. "I'm sorry." Her fingers, still laced and intertwined with his, moved so that hers were now clasping Cody's, giving his hand a small squeeze in an act of comfort. "What were their plans for your life?"

Cody appreciated the soft squeeze of comfort. Though his body language and presence was warm, on the inside he was battling a conflict of emotions. He felt safe speaking to Frannie, something that he never experienced with someone else so quick. His lack of opening up and ruined his relationships in the past - platonic or romantic - being vulnerable was not something Cody was fond of doing. In fact he saved those vulnerabilities for his grandmother and his little brother. As a benevolent child with closed off parents growing up was harsh for the boy. He was a high energy soul, even more so than he was now. His attempts to show his parents his drawings, his stories, any act of creativeness was always shut down and replaced with a lecture on how his focus should be towards the more core subjects of education: maths, science, and English, English without the stories. There was a wall around his heart and because of that, he may have many friendships and flings, but Cody has never experienced something real. Experiencing something real means giving your total, raw self. "They wanted me to go into business work. I'm not destined to wear a three piece suit all my life. My legs are just too nice to that," he joked, brushing off his immense thoughts. His body's response urged him to sit back, put more space between himself and Frannie. He fought against it, and forced himself to be open. "You're intriguing, Miss Fabray. I yearn to learn more about you."

Frannie quirked an eyebrow at the mention of Cody wearing a suit, leaning back so she could take another sip from her drink. "You know, I'm on their side in this debate. Only because I would pay to see you talking serious and stern to me about business while wearing a three piece suit." She joked teasingly, a smirk lacing and dancing on her lips, before quickly adding, "I'm kidding, obviously. My parents had similar ideals about the kind of path they expected us to take." Who knew their parents could be so vastly different, yet so evidently similar, all at the same time? The only reason her academic path had found a love in biology was because her parents - well, her Father in particular - had carved the way for it. All other subjects or interests just weren't a serious, legitimate option. In a way, Frannie felt lucky that her interests always lay with learning about the natural world and science had always been her favourite subject. "What would you like to know?" She asked, moving away a few strands of her hair behind her ear, almost internally mentally preparing herself for whatever questions came her way.

Cody softly laughed, his head dropped taking in the compliment. He looked up to Frannie from below his thick lashes. "You can see in me anything you want. Or, in nothing." He hid his smirk with his mug, taking a sip. And then once more as the caffeine started to kick in again. "I want to know everything." He wasn't lying when he said everything. He was truly consumed by the individual and her aura, even if it was against his body's will. "Like, how you even had the chance to squeeze me into your diary. I'm surprised that I'm not fighting people off as they try to shower you in roses and all other sort of love gestures. Surprised no-ones officially took you off the market". Cody wanted to go deeper into understanding Frannie however he had to remind himself that maybe they weren't quite there yet. She wasn't a case study that he had to spend hours analysing. His psychologist hat was off.. for now.

Frannie bit down on her lip, watching him with challenging eyes, his words echoing in her mind. "My parents DO have an annual gathering every few months. It's mainly for family, friends, associates, fellow Church goers...but it is a black tie event. The next gathering is next week." She quipped quickly, trying to ignore the offer to see Cody in nothing and the light blush that was starting to form on her cheeks. "I'm sure I could get you invited. It's quite the fun affair, especially after a long, long glass of wine." She wasn't sure whether inviting Cody to such an event, jokingly or not, was a little too serious, too quickly. Likely, it was, but her family played a major role in her life. It wasn't something she was able to tip-toe around or to pretend they didn't exist. There was something incredibly attractive about a guy just...plainly, simply and openly being interested. Cody hadn't bothered to pretend or play any kind of games to disguise that he wanted to know her. And not just know her physically, which had absolutely been a problem in the past - but know everything. She liked it. "Everything?" She repeated back, slowly, almost unbelieving. "I think that the busiest person in the whole world is able to make time for people if they truly want to. It's all about prioritising. And meeting you had been playing on my mind a lot." The more words that were shared between the two of them, the more confident Frannie felt to answer his questions with more openness. "My turn for a question. Have you ever been in love before?" It was blunt, but the curious part of her mind had won this time round.

Cody felt what could only be described as a small butterfly fluttering it's wings around his stomach. The invitation, though appreciated, had taken him back slightly. Meeting someone's family felt rather intimate in a way that Cody has never been before. His experience only went as far as undressing someone, only to leave them like a gust of wind after the night succumbed to the morning sun. "I'll be there". The words escaped his mouth before he could stop himself and think rationally. If he was to dress up so elegantly, it also meant that Frannie would, too, meet the same dress code. In a nice, tight dress of some sort, he wished. "Everything," Cody repeated with a soft reassurance in his tone. He nodded his head as Frannie answered his question. Cody's thoughts occupied of meeting Frannie from the moment they first interacted. There was something about the blonde hair and puns that drew him in, no matter how hard he tried to fight against it. Taking the question in, he thought for a second. Wanting to avoid coming across as heartless, which he wasn't, he wanted to choose his words wisely. It's not that he was incapable of love. His heart was full of it. But as an impressionable boy watching his parents relationship growing up it impacted him. They weren't horrible to each other, not anymore. The Totelino family went through a brief separation with his father leaving for a short month after what seemed like a lifetime of evening, after-dinner arguments with his mother. Then one day, his father returned as if nothing happened. They don't fight anymore, but overall they just don't speak. It was fine at first but the silence of the relationship ate Cody up. In his older years he's came to conclusion that they have both settled for each other because it was easy, convenient which installed a new type of fear within Cody. He would rather be alone than be with someone just because it was easy to settle, or be with someone which then turns into a relationship of convenience. "I haven't. I guess I've always just been too busy for it," he responded, covering the real reason with a fabricated truth. It was true in some sense. Cody's routine was busy and demanding however there was always a lingering space for someone. "Have you?"

Frannie watched Cody silently, wondering whether her question had thrown him off. Something Quinn had always teased Frannie for was her unrelenting honesty in the most uncomfortable situations, and Frannie wasn't quite sure here whether she had read the situation wrong. If anything, as she waited for a reply, Frannie almost regretted saying anything at all - she felt the unfamiliar feeling of sudden vulnerability creeping in. Letting someone else have the power over you was not something she had ever been encouraged to do. His answer, therefore, surprised her, although she tried not to let that alter her expression at all from neutral. A Fabray party - or 'gathering' - was not one to be missed, after all. They were perhaps one of the biggest perks of being in the Fabray family. "That's amazing! Please don't stress about meeting my parents. I'm aware that's a little intense. My main priority here is seeing you in a suit." She reassured him with a cheeky smile, before adding. "They're usually quite easy to avoid. I've spent the majority of my life perfecting it." The words had flown out of her mouth before she had realised. A part of her still felt overwhelmingly guilty whenever she spoke poorly of her parents in public. Only a small part, but it was a part, nonetheless. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised when Cody explained how he had never been in love before - perhaps, even, a little wary at his answer. Being too busy for love felt...wrong, somehow. Especially for someone as likeable as Cody. Still, Frannie wasn't here to dig into his past or question him if he wasn't comfortable completely. "I have." She confirmed truthfully with a nod. "Once before. I think opening yourself open to someone enough to allow yourself to fall in love is extraordinarily hard, especially trying to find the right person to trust, to do that with. Perhaps this links back to your question regarding why I'm single. Some would say I have high standards, but the truth lies more with a genuine desire to find someone to trust completely. I haven't found that yet."

Cody traced the outline of the mug top with his fingertip. His body felt it's calmest when it was moving in some sort of way. Keeping still felt like suffocating in ways that he could only understand. His fidgeting was an annoyance for others but a sense of control for him. He struggled with impulsiveness in all senses of the word and the slight movement helped with oppressing it. "Are you kidding? I can't wait to meet the Fabrays". Meeting Frannie's parents was the gateway to understanding her more, something that was burning inside of him. He needed to know all of her in ways that not everyone else did. "Anybody can love anybody. Not everyone can trust everyone," Cody agreed with Frannie's statement. Would he ever be able to trust someone fully, he thought. It seemed like such a far-fetched idea. Cody couldn't trust himself so how could he trust someone else? "Well, here's to trust," he declared, holding his mug up in a toast-like manner.

Frannie watched him silently, taking in each movement, each trace, each outline of his fingers. "And you have a suit to wear?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk beginning to form on her lips. Her mind was beginning to consider what Cody would look like with a suit on and her eyes slowly shifted down to his body. Shaking her head slightly, trying to focus on what the two of them were discussing, Frannie quickly added. "They're kind people. I'm sure they'd love to meet you." Although her family were...an interesting group of people, Frannie was absolutely certain that they would like, or maybe even approve, of Cody as her date. While she wasn't entirely sure what kind of questions would be thrown his way, she was certain he could handle it. His confidence was one of the main things she found attractive about him. Well, one of the many things. A small chuckle fell from her lips as she watched him raising his mug as she mirrored his actions, lifting her mug in a cheers-like salute. "To trust." She toasted with a beam, clinking her glass with his before taking another small sip.

Cody held himself back from smiling cockily as he watched Frannie's eyes divert to his body. "I can look one out". His thoughts cut to a visual image of his wardrobe in his room. Not one hanger held the weight of a suit. Jeans, Dickies, hoodies, sure. A suit, however, was not in his outfit rotation. He had to make sure he looked at peak calibre so he took added the task of going to buy an outfit on his mental to do list. He had worked more shifts in Scandals this month which allowed him to hold a little more savings, enough to get him a well-polished suit that would impress Frannie. "I'm excited to spend more time experiencing you," Cody stated, a soft but wide smile plastered on his face. He swirled the last of his coffee around the mug. The reflection of the cafe lights reflected off his watch revealing the time. Shit. A great deal of time had passed since the conversation started and Cody's afternoon class was starting in 17 minutes. He couldn't be late for Content Creation class again or Miss Raduk would have him in an academic choke slam. "I need to head to class now as much as it kills me to pull myself from you. I hope that I see you again real, real soon," Cody said, putting himself in a state of vulnerability as he awaited Frannie's response. To hide the impending feeling of doom within him he slid his laptop into his over-worn Carhartt tote bag and squared himself up, ready to leave for class once Frannie answered.

Frannie was more than pleasantly surprised with how meeting Cody had gone. After their message exchanges, as well as their brief meeting at the carnival, she wasn't entirely sure how their coffee date would have turned out. This, though, she had enjoyed, even if it had been more than a little eye-opening at how much her childhood clearly still impacted her. It had given her a lot to think about. "If you need help suit searching, I have quite a few that you could borrow." She responded flippantly with a small shrug, suddenly aware of her assumption that everyone should automatically own formal clothing - which may not have been the case. Picking up her bag, Frannie stood up and zipped up her jacket, placing the small note Cody had written her beforehand inside her pocket. A small smile formed when Cody admitted that he would want to her see again accompanied with a light flush on her cheeks. A small, cynical part of her brain gave a quick reminder that he could be simply being polite, but she tried to ignore that. "I've really liked spending time with you. A lot." She replied honestly, raising her gaze now to try and meet his eyes. For a brief, fleeting moment her eyes trailed down, lingering slightly on his lips. A part of her was almost tempted to to be bold, but she resisted, instead running her tongue along her lower lip before presenting Cody with another smile. It felt too soon. Too tentative. "I'll see you around, Cody."

#{ para ;; all } #{ para ;; cody } #{ all ;; cody }

[disneysdead]

Discord rp guide - Hollywood edition

This is going to look long and complicated but it will only take two minutes to do. Let's get started!

GETTING STARTED

The first thing you'll do is set up the tupperbox. This is basically a way of letting people know which celebrity you're replying as. This is especially helpful if you play more than one celebrity and/or you use this Discord account for multiple groups. First, you'll set up a name. To do so, you'll click on tupperbox under the navigation tab. Then, you'll type the following: Tul!register “PUT YOUR DISPLAY/CELEB NAME HERE” FIRST NAME HERE: text. For example, I typed: Tul!register “Selena Gomez” Selena: text. This means I'll type 'Selena:' before all of my replies and my name will show up as Selena Gomez.

Then you'll set up an icon. To do so, type: Tul!Avatar “DISPLAY/CELEB NAME HERE AGAIN” and upload an icon in the same message by clicking the plus sign and hitting upload file.

Now, when I type 'Selena:' before anything I want to send, it'll show up like this:

OOC STUFF

From there, you're free to introduce yourself in the welcome channel, talk in the group chat, and use the plot call channel. For the latter, all you do is pick an emote you want people to react with and message anyone who uses said emote.

INTERACTIONS

You can interact in a few ways. Everyone can reply in the group chat. This works the same way as a text thread except it's not limited to two people.

You can have a text thread, which works the same way it would work on Tumblr (only two people in a thread).

Sometimes, events will be held. In this example, it was an impromptu thing that was decided based on the ic group chat and I asked if it was okay if I made a channel for it in the ooc chat. It works the way chatzy parties used to work, except far less time sensitive.

We don't currently have any para threads to use as an example, but you could certainly ask someone to para as well.

That's all, folks! If you need help, don't hesitate to ask me or the main.

[itsawsten]

Title;;  private before show meet ups With;;  awsten knight & nick robinson ( @notnickrobinson ) Where;;  the morning in new mexico where black veil brides are doing pre-show rehearsals - 12/4/2022 Summary;;   not okay with how things went in text, awsten left florida to go see nick in new mexico on tour with andy to talk things out Warnings;;  none Note;;  moved from tumblr to chatzy to finish quicker

RECAP FROM TUMBLR

awsten: he should have listened and gave space, but also he was a bit of a hot head, so awsten quick ran out of the airport managing to figure out where andy was rehearsing and racing over as fast as he possibly could to see the actor. his heterochromic eyes were slighting watery and he looked like he had just been through it. quickly pulling nick aside, holding his hand tightly, but not enough to hurt him. “nick, please.. i..” the musician stopped for a moment trying to catch his breath. from all the running he just didn. “fuck,” he muttered under his breathe before looking at the brunet again, “look.. i know you’re mad, you have the right, take time to forgive me.. but i’m also mad at me too.. okay? i should be in florida for a show tonight but came to see you quick, okay? i’m serious about you..” his voice trailed off, trying to find the right words. “please.. just.. hear me out at least..”

Nick: Seeing Awsten at Andy’s rehearsal, Nick was irritated just at the sight of him. Giving the singer a blank look as he stumbled over his words. “No, Awsten. I don’t want to see you anymore. Please leave.” he said staring at the singer. “I’m not mad, I’m hurt. I’m hurt that you did what you did. You hurt me how no one has ever hurt me before.” Nick said with a quiver in his voice, “I don’t think I can forgive you after that.” He said as he tried to walk past the red headed singer.

awsten: “no!” awsten announced quickly, pulling the actor further away while andy was distracted, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. “you’re hurt? what about me, nicholas? you asked in text and i told you to come ask me in person, you said you would.. what happened?” he asked simply, loosening his hold on nick’s hand, glancing down and just recalling all they’ve been through. “you hurt me too.. you asked so much when i said i wasn’t ready, but i kept you around thinking you’d get it that i liked you too, then when i waited two weeks and got nothing, i moved on.. a bit fast which is why i’m upset with myself but.. it doesn’t change how much i felt..” he let go of the other with a sigh. “though also.. my own fucking fears stopped me.. cause i was..” he choked up some, looking down to the ground, not wanting to be seen as weak. “i was falling in love.. which made when you didn’t come hurt more.. i don’t love easily.. so.. it meant a fuck ton.. like.. i could have married you in a few years easily and not looked back.. but yes.. i’m still an ass, but you’re not innocent either, nick.” sniffling some before looking back up at the taller man. “don’t forgive me never see me.. but.. yet, i forgive you for never coming.. and i forgive you if i miss the show tonight cause i had to see you again..”

Nick: Looking down at the ground, “You know why I didn’t come over that night?” he started, “Because when you didn’t answer me after tour at your place, I thought all I was to you was a quick fuck. When I wanted more or asked for more, you shrugged it off, it seems.” Nick said as the tears rolled down his face, still looking at the ground. “Leave Awsten, it’s not my fault if you miss your show tonight.” he said trying to walk away again. “I don’t want to see you again.” Nick finished, hoping that he made it clear to Awsten how hurt he was. “I won’t forgive you because you forgave me, no one hurt me like you did. I felt lead on, and I can’t forgive you for playing with my feelings like that.” Nick said as more tears rolled down his face.

NEW SHIT FROM CHATZY

awsten: looking at nick for a moment, his sadness quickly changing to anger as he hit the wall next to the actor hard enough to cause a hole. a few of his rings getting damaged, as well as his fingers they were pushed into. “FUCKING STOP, NICHOLAS JOHN ROBINSON!” he yelled for a moment before taking a deep breathe. “no.. it’s cause you’re fucking impatient, it’s because you can’t understand if i wasn’t fucking ready and i actually fucking liked you.. i damn near fell in fucking love with you. chances are, i’d have married you by like christmas, easily.. but you didn’t show up, don’t put that shit on me cause i wasn’t ready, don’t you fucking dare..”  the red-haired musician’s heterochromic eyes started getting watery again as he started to walk away past the other before freezing for a moment. “oh trust me.. you’ll be haunted by me easily.. trying to make me feel worse and not owning your shit too, you won’t forgive because you’re not the guy i was into.. so clearly i dodged a fucking bullet..” the texan spoke with pain laced within his voice, sniffling some while walking away enough to see andy glancing at him curiously, a look of confusion present on the distance musician, before awsten turned back on his heel to nick. “..i dare you to date my friend and think you’ll escape me though.. you sadly won’t, it’s pointless.. i felt bad for moving on, but you never came..”  the singer reminded again, slowly walking up and gently placed something in nick’s pocket. it was a small photo album of pictures of them from tour and name necklaces for them. “..merry early fuckin’ christmas.. i came here willing to miss cause i care, i still feel for you and being hurt is one thing.. but holding shit over my head will make it harder for both of us. i came so we could both move on and start fresh together, nick.. but whatever..” he sat down between the front and backstage areas with a sigh, finally allowing tears to fall. “..it hurt when you didn’t come.. i didn’t say yes when you asked and asked.. i felt so fucking shitty you did so.. i wanted you to come like i asked, i had something for you.. so how are you this hurt or feeling like a fuck.. if you never came to see..” wiping his eyes before closing them with another sigh, knowing more tears might come anyway. “..i had even asked your family how’d they’d feel if i dated and married their son.. i had everything ready for you.. but this is all my fault, huh?”

Nick: Looking at the photo album Awsten put in his pocket, "Why did you get these?" he said in a quivering voice sitting next to the singer. "Fine Awsten, you're right." he admitted as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I'm sorry I didn't come over that night. I just thought that it'd be all glossed over again and I'd be hurt you didn't answer again." looking down at the album and necklaces, "I don't deserve these, take them. If you're not gonna take them both, just take a necklace." the actor said handing him one of them. "Awsten, I fell for you harder than I have anyone else before, and not coming was a hard decision. I didn't want to be hurt more than I already was." wiping his eyes, "Why did you do all of that? Why didn't you come over to ask me? It's a two way street. I'm not perfect, but you could've asked too." As the tears rolled down his face again, "I'm hurt because when I'd ask, you'd want to fuck and never even acknowleged that I asked you to be my boyfriend. I guess it's not completely your fault, some is mine I guess." Nick finished as he wiped the tears from his eyes once again.

awsten: looking up at nick, from where he sat on the ground, sniffling some before managing a slight yet weak little smile, "i wanted to keep our memories.. i cared more than i showed because.. not just not being ready and the newness of men but.. last guy i was with it lasted a summer and it was a bit hard, honestly and.. i knew if anything like that happened with us.. it'd be a lot worse on me and.. maybe you too," he spoke before seeing the actor sitting next to him, gently placing his head on the other's shoulder. moving his hand some to gently take the other's hand within his own, holding it tightly and firmly. "i think.. we both hurt ourselves and couldn't face it but.. maybe not even we were ready for us so maybe.. it's better this way," he spoke, the singer looking briefly towards andy, who was smiling laughing and playing with his band mates. surely he'd be better for nick before looking back to the actor the best he could with his head still on the taller man's shoulder, glancing down at what he gave him, before grabbing the necklaces from him, gently untangling the chains to give nick one that said 'awsten' and keeping the one that said 'nick'. "keep that one and the photo album.. we might not be a couple.. but our connection and story isn't over.. just changed.. for the better, i believe." for a moment, awsten sat silently listening before giving a slow nod, sniffling again and trying not to try yet again not to cry. he hated seeming weak in front of anyone. "i never meant to hurt you.. but that's why i said i forgive you.. you hurt me too and out of probably your own pain.. i deserved it and i came hoping.. we could move past it together with new people.." the red haired male picked his head up from the other, looking at him with hurt in his heterochromic eyes before gently moving in to kiss the younger man's cheek. "i should have but.. it wasn't just fucking to me, it was.. more. everything was. i didn't want to be your boyfriend.. it's why i did more and if you came.. i was going to ask but.. you'll always have my heart nick.. even if we're going to be with others now." taking his hand back finally glancing at the necklace in his hand. "if you're still done with me.. i get it, but i will always love you in some way.. in fact.. if we're single in the next like.. five years, let's say fuck it and elope in vegas."

Nick: Gripping Awstens hand in his, "I guess it's better like this for now." looking down at the necklace that had the singers name engraved on it. Nick now knew that the relationship between them had completely changed. "I guess we're not ready for us, as much as we both wanted it." He put the necklace on, "I'll always wear this, and I'll keep the photo album somewhere safe so I don't lose it." Looking over at the singer, "Once Andy is done with tour, would you and Miley like to go on a double date? My treat, as an 'I'm sorry' for this." Looking over at Andy with his eyes red from crying. "Awsten, you should go. You have a show to do soon. We can catch up after, alright?" Nick said kissing the singer on the cheek and grabbing his hand.

awsten: despite saying he'd miss his show tonight, he didn't want to, so the red haired musician fixed his hair as best he could, adjusted his slightly damaged rings before taking the necklace with the actor's name on it and placing it on his keys with a soft smile on his lips, gently placing his hand on nick's cheek as he looked into the others soft brown eyes all red and puffy from crying but still bringing a sense of joy and pride to the singer. "hey.. we'll be okay.. especially if andy invited you out.. i mean.. he's already better for you than i was," he laughed some before gently standing up with the actor, hand in hand. "okay.. just know.. no matter what happens i want you by my side. award shows, marriage, events, anything.. you're my right hand man.. my soulmate," awsten said gently walking out from backstage to where the band was, letting nick go back to where he was when the waterparks frontman first saw him. "we can double date whenever you two are ready.. maybe next month sometime.. i'll see you soon, alright?" a soft weak smile came to him again before glancing briefly to andy again. "have fun with your new better guy.. i'll try not to make a fool out of my self with miley.. clearly i'm good at fucking up in relationships.." he chuckled again. "i almost proposed to you on a high and now.. i'm thinking to tell her i love her.. i'm lovesick and a bit insane," he muttered, fidgeting with his rings.

Nick: Happy that Awsten came and talked to him, Nick looked at the singer, "I know... I'm sorry I didn't come over that night." He said looking into the singers eyes, "I wouldn't say he's better, but I really like him." He stood up with the singer, "Alright, I can do that for you. Just give me a call and I'll be there as soon as I can." the actor said with a smile. Nick looked at the singer, eyes still red and puffy, "In 5 years? Vegas and eloping, if all else fails us." the actor said with a smile. "I think I can talk Andy into doing a double date. It won't take much." Watching the red head leave the stage area, "I'll see you sooner than you'll expect, bud. But don't say that, you're perfectly amazing in your own right, Awsten. You didn't fuck it up, I did because I should've come over. But that's behind us, right?" Nick asked with a smile. "Do you really love her though, Awsten? If you do, say it, but otherwise, don't. I care about you almost more than anything, and I don't want to see you hurt again." the brown haired actor said as he hugged Awsten goodbye. "Break a leg tonight, I know you'll need it." starting to cry again at the thought of him leaving.

awsten: folding his arms over his chest glancing down for a moment to think over everything said and that had happened between the two. "maybe.. it's possible we weren't ready. i mean.. you seem better with andy and.. who knows if we'd be happy together right now if we rushed into all of that.." he admitted before smiling softly to himself. the thought of miley really did make him smile and his heart race some. "i mean.. it's nice to have a back up but.. let's hope it doesn't come to that.. we moved to fast, felt too fast and this feels right. i think i was on that high with you, we didn't fully know each other to be completely happy together.. with miley.. i know her and i'm really crazy about her.. so just promise you'll get to know andy before getting too serious, alright?" awsten asked with a slight chuckle, looking to the actor before letting out a sigh, glancing down at his boots. "honestly.. i really do love her. we connect well and i'd be lost with out her.. i'm planning to tell her.." the musician hugged his friend back, kissing his cheek again before going to leave so he could make his show that night.

#chatzy para; private before show meet up ft. nick robinson #para; private before shows meet up ft. nick robinson

[rededgeevents]

THE DATE AUCTION IS NOW LIVE!

CLICK THE LINK ABOVE to start bidding! Bidding will be from now (February 10th) until February 17th at midnight EST - so make sure you keep an eye your potential date. You want to make sure no one else outbids you.

IMPORTANT NOTES ABOUT THE EVENT:

In order to bid, you will have to register with your CHARACTER’S NAME. The website asks for an email address in order to verify. You can create a one time email address with mailinator if you don’t want to give out your rp email etc. Otherwise, feel free to use whatever email address you want! We won’t see it, don’t worry :)

If you play more than one FC, and you want them all to bid, you’ll need to register each FC individually.

The minimum bid is $50, but feel free to rack that number up as there is no maximum number!

Remember to stay within your FC's net worth range

You can bid as many times as you want for as many people as you want.

If your FC is in the auction you cannot have that FC bid on the others.

If the same FC is the highest bidder for more than one person - you will be paired with the one you spent the most money on and the other will go to the next highest bidder. We are doing this so we can get as many different people involved in the event as we can.

All bids will be kept anonymous until the pairs are released.

The pairs will be announced on February 18th

From February 19th - 29th at 12am EST you have to send the main (@rededgerp) the link to your date para/gif chat (when it hits at least 6 notes) or send the main the link for your chatzy/discord post when you post it on the dash. PLEASE DO THIS VIA IMS. Please do not tag us in the threads as we may miss it. (Texts will not count.

If a member from the auction leaves the rp/switches their FC or gets reopened, we will remove them from the auction and they will not be replaced by a new member due to the fact that there will be less time to bid on that member.

If your date auction partner leaves the rp or gets reopened before you could finish your thread, we will just remove you from the list of needing to complete the thread.

HAPPY BIDDING!

Oh, one more thing! If each person gets bids from 8 different people, Admin Lena will personally donate $150 to Christopher's Haven (Christopher's Haven (christophershaven.org), a charity started by Chris Evans in the Boston area. Their mission is to to operate a supportive community consisting of temporary apartments and community recreation area for families of children being treated for cancer in nearby Boston hospitals.

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