does this rp still exist? i’ve been dealing with some personal problems lately, but i think the worst of it has come and gone and i miss this group like burning.

belatalb0t:

whataboutbalthazar:

“Bela, stop,” Balthazar’s tone wasn’t commanding, not by a long shot, sounding more like a timid request than anything else. He’d stopped shoveling, wearing this look of near-guilt on his face, and was staring at Bela with some level of conflict.

He felt really bad all of a sudden, because he hadn’t thought of it as trying to change her. Looking back on it, he realized that it was exactly what he was trying to do, however noble his thought process. Feeling mildly sick with himself, he frowned, watching the emotions flutter across Bela’s face.

“I’m sorry.”

Bela’s face jerked up at the apology. She stood frozen for a few moments, just looking at Balthazar’s sad expression. Her mouth hung slightly open, processing.
She wiped away any traces of tears that had been about to fall. Talbots don’t cry in public.

“B-Balthazar, it’s…” she began, approaching him. She was flustered, not sure what to do or say, so she did the only thing that came to mind. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He was so much taller - Bela was sure she must look stupid, but didn’t care just then. “It’s okay. I think I know what you were trying to do and -“

She squeezed a bit tighter, hands clasping his coat. “I’m going to try.” A small smile appeared on her face, though he couldn’t see it.

Balthazar honestly doesn’t understand why he’s the one receiving the hug, as was evident by the way that he stood awkwardly in her grasp for a moment, just processing. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the squeeze, otherwise motionless. Bela’s reaction to his apology confused him, and he couldn’t quite find the words for what he wanted to ask her. Instead, his mouth sat open, like there’s something to say perched on the very tip of his tongue.

“Please don’t feel that I don’t like you for who you are,” he muttered, rubbing her back when he felt her grip his coat, “because that’s not it. I promise.”

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youcancallmegabriel ASKED

[I hope you’re prepared to potentially flash half the school when you try. Also, good luck getting your foot to reach my ass, shorty.]

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youcancallmegabriel ASKED

[I still don’t think it’s embarrassing enough. You need to go above and beyond with this dress. I could ask Charlotte for one of her cocktail dresses? The both of you have similar body types.]

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youcancallmegabriel ASKED

[No, it’s a jumper. Gabe, no amount of bargaining is going to get you out of this. Time to face the badly composed music.]

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youcancallmegabriel ASKED

[When the bet was made, moron. We agreed to wear dresses in the event we lost. And guess what? We both lost.]

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youcancallmegabriel ASKED

[We specified dresses, Gabriel.]

youcancallmegabriel:

chuckthewriter:

youcancallmegabriel:

When Chuck had finished, Gabe decided he had regretted asking questions. He didn’t want to hear excuses about how horrible Zachariah was, or how his mother hadn’t loved Rich, or how his life was destined to be ruled by people who couldn’t stand him in the first place. 

Hearing him talk about it didn’t make Gabriel feel any better about any of it. He was still stuck in his situation. What had happened didn’t change where he was now. 

“Right. Okay. So what do you want now?”

Chuck sighed softly, he didn’t really want anything. He didn’t want to take anything from the boys, he wanted to give to them. That was it. Again, Chuck rubbed his hand across his beard, it was a nervous tick.

“I, well I just want to get to know you guys and if you don’t want that. Well, I’d like to help you  get started with your life after college. You don’t need to ever talk to me again, if you don’t want. I’ll just give you your college money, which you can use for whatever you want, it’s not only for college. And then you can start out your life and forget about me completely. I just want what you want.”Chuck’s voice didn’t waver and his eyes stayed fixed on Gabe’s.  He wanted him to do what he wanted, Chuck would understand if Gabriel didn’t want to ever talk to him again, he himself would be pissed off that his biological father had never come out and told him the truth. He was completely comfortable with what Gabe decided.  

Gabe stared at his father for several long seconds, his eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. 

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I’m not falling for it. No one just gives stuff away, biological father or not.” Gabe got up, frustrated with the whole situation. Everyone had some type of bigger picture, some kind of angle. The only time anyone was that supportive was when they wanted something. And Gabe wasn’t going to deal with someone who wouldn’t tell him what the catch was right up front. “It was nice to meet you Chuck.” He muttered, turning from the bar and signalling to Balthazar that he wanted to leave. 

Balthazar honestly hadn’t been eavesdropping, but he’d been pretty damn close to it by the time Gabriel turned to him. He was poised like some sort of bodyguard, and the instant his best friend signaled he was putting the book he’d been using as a guise back on the shelf and practically bounding to his side. There were a ton of questions he wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut, knowing that Gabe was a lot like he was in situations like this; direct confrontation (or anything similar) was likely to get you a punch to the throat.

belatalb0t:

whataboutbalthazar:

belatalb0t:

Bela knew her embarrassment was unwarranted - at least, to most people. She couldn’t help but feel strange, especially around Balthazar. If shoveling in itself was a normal activity, there was still always the risk he’d make it strange. Somehow. 

Eventually she felt she should ask the question that had been plaguing her. “Balthy…” she began, “Why are you doing this? I mean…like, the bowling. And shoveling.” Part of her knew this wasn’t just his idea of a good time.

Honestly, Balthazar hadn’t expected her to ask questions so early in his whole plan. It wasn’t that he assumed she wouldn’t guess that something was up, he just figured that it would take a bit longer for her to actually mention it to him. As it was, he was silent a moment before giving her all of his attention.

“It’s because I want you to understand how much fun can be had by taking part in even the most embarrassing of things,” he paused then, obviously searching for a good way to put what he was trying to say, “and that spending too much time caring what people think about you robs you of time you could be spending doing other things. Much more enriching things. And I know I pushed too far the first time, and for that I am honestly sorry, but I really want you to know how what the world has to offer if you just let go and be free.”

Bela’s mouth fixed into a hard line, glaring at Balthazar. She suspected his answer might be something like that, minus all the feeling he put into his speech. It scared her. She was just fine, just fine the way she was. She was normal. Who said she wasn’t free?
She felt a wave of confusion overwhelm her, mixed with other things she couldn’t identify. Fear, anger - sadness?

Finally, she looked down, not sure what to say. “…Alright.”
Not agreeing to the plan, but not walking away either. She began shoveling quickly, furiously almost. Every part of her wanted to leave again, to go back to the real world, where her father was in trouble and she was left to deal with it.
..I will not cry.

“Bela, stop,” Balthazar’s tone wasn’t commanding, not by a long shot, sounding more like a timid request than anything else. He’d stopped shoveling, wearing this look of near-guilt on his face, and was staring at Bela with some level of conflict.

He felt really bad all of a sudden, because he hadn’t thought of it as trying to change her. Looking back on it, he realized that it was exactly what he was trying to do, however noble his thought process. Feeling mildly sick with himself, he frowned, watching the emotions flutter across Bela’s face.

“I’m sorry.”