"ficmas card claim post" what does it MEAN
While the AO3 crashes and burns from yuletide signups, I will bow to peer pressure from zap_rousdar and steal this thing from her and bogged.
~*HAPPY FICMAS CARD CLAIM POST*~
Instead of sending holiday cards, I want to write you a story. It will be at least 500 words, knowing me probably at least 2 or 3 thousand words. If you don't celebrate Christmas, it will be a ( Read more... )
~*HAPPY FICMAS CARD CLAIM POST*~
Instead of sending holiday cards, I want to write you a story. It will be at least 500 words, knowing me probably at least 2 or 3 thousand words. If you don't celebrate Christmas, it will be a ( Read more... )
“Oh my god, you bastard, your play ended like a half hour ago I am so cold!” Chris whines from the top of the stoop. “And it’s like, snowing a lot, what the fuck is this, no one has white Christmases anymore, this is such bullshit --”
Zach’s boots crunch through the salt and ice and few inches of snow that accumulated while he was at work, and tries not to kill himself as he climbs the steps to Chris, who is still bitching.
“I’m a delicate flower, Zach! And you’re like, off getting coffee, probably from Starbucks because I’m not even kidding you, I’ve seen twelve since I got here. TWELVE. Like, this is pathological, New York. No one needs that many Starbuckses. Where are the little coffee shops? Where? I saw like, a diner. What if I--”
“Wow, shut up,” Zach says as he leans in and presses Chris against the door, kissing him and wrapping his arms around him and his more-than-overnight bag, groaning because Chris’s newfound hair is trapped under an ugly knit cap and he shouldn’t think or say that because pot/kettle/whatever.
Chris pulls away and laughs. “Too cold for the paps?”
“Too cold for me to give a fuck,” Zach replies, and he fumbles with his keys in the lock as he tries to keep an arm around Chris at the same time, just in case he thought leaving was an option at this point in the game. “I’m yours for... 42 hours, and then you can come see both parts of the play, then I’m yours again and you’re not staying any less than that.”
“I’m yours for four days,” Chris says, and as Zach finally opens the door, Chris leans his face against Zach’s neck and lets himself be pulled into the foyer. “My flight’s not until three o’clock Wednesday.”
“You’re missing the Pine family Christmas for me?” Zach asks as he closes his door and finally stops snow from blowing indoors. “That’s --”
“I’M SO COLD, ZACH,” Chris shrieks. “AND MY SHOES ARE CANVAS.”
“You’re such an idiot,” Zach laughs, and then he springs into action. “Okay so --”
“You didn’t even get a Christmas tree! You’re lucky I brought Christmas in a bag.”
“What? Shut up, are you criticizing me or are you dying of hypothermia and wet shoes?”
“I can do all of those,” Chris announces confidently.
“God, you’re such a bitch now that you’re pretty again.”
“I’m going to find your bathroom and --”
“Strip.”
“Seriously?” Chris asks. “You --”
“I mean because all your clothes are wet and you’re dripping in my foyer, jerk, so don’t track --”
“I’m not Noah.”
Zach raises an eyebrow like actually... so Chris sighs and peels his layers off while Zach laughs. “This is not an example of you supporting me in all my endeavors,” Chris says.
“You’re so angry when you strip, it’s adorable,” Zach laughs.
“This isn’t sexy, it’s co --”
“You’re naked! Time for a shower!”
“You... you just pranced off,” Chris says as he shivers his way down Zach’s corridor after him. “What the fuck. Just. What.”
Chris reaches the bathroom and sees Zach trying to simultaneously turn on the faucet while pulling a shirt off over his head and, yes, getting stuck in his three scarves and glasses and everything ever.
“You’re such a mess,” Chris sighs, and leans over to turn the shower on and save Zach from asphyxiating without him. He pulls Zach’s shirts and scarves down and puts his arms around him so he can lean in close. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Zach says, his glasses beginning to steam up from their breath and the shower. Chris laughs and pulls them off, puts them in the sink before looking back to Zach. “Thanks for -- you know, you can’t just show up and --”
“I coordinated with your twinks and boyfriends and other gentlemen around town, and your brother, and we’re not leaving bed until your Sunday matinee,” Chris replies.
“You’re disturbingly thorough.”
“I’m disturbingly awesome,” Chris corrects, and then he thinks about it for a moment. “Wait, that’s just weird.”
They stand in Zach’s bathroom, Zach in all his clothes and Chris in absolutely none, and they let the water run uselessly a little longer than they should in an energy crisis, because it's the little gifts around Christmas that count.
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Zach walks up to his brownstone and -- “Chris? Chris?!”
can I just say I died already? right here? my heart exploded on this brownstone?
“I’m a delicate flower, Zach! And you’re like, off getting coffee, probably from Starbucks because I’m not even kidding you, I’ve seen twelve since I got here
Chris is like the all-time winner of the least likely to survive in NYC celebrity I swear
“Too cold for me to give a fuck,” Zach replies, and he fumbles with his keys in the lock as he tries to keep an arm around Chris at the same time, just in case he thought leaving was an option at this point in the game. “I’m yours for... 42 hours, and then you can come see both parts of the play, then I’m yours again and you’re not staying any less than that.”
screamlet appreciation world. my face hurts so much from smiling and crying at the screen
and he shouldn’t think or say that because pot/kettle/whatever.
OH ZACH YOU’RE SO SANE I LOVE YOU
“God, you’re such a bitch now that you’re pretty again.”
WOW CAN I JUST. THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS.
“This is not an example of you supporting me in all my endeavors,” Chris says. “You’re so angry when you strip, it’s adorable,”
I CAN’T EVEN BREATHE THEY’RE SO ADORABLE ASDFJAIERAEHrt;hrt
“You’re naked! Time for a shower!” “You... you just pranced off,” Chris says as he shivers his way down Zach’s corridor after him. “What the fuck. Just. What.”
OMG. OH MY GOD. QUINTO YOU’RE MY HERO WHAT WHAT THE FUCK.
Chris reaches the bathroom and sees Zach trying to simultaneously turn on the faucet while pulling a shirt off over his head and, yes, getting stuck in his three scarves and glasses and everything ever.
can I just KEEP THIS IMAGE FOREVER. It’s so fucking cute and hurried and just, I can’t
“Thanks for -- you know, you can’t just show up and --”
THIS IS SO HIM OH ZACH DONT EVEN PLAY HARD IT WAS OVER FOR YOU WHEN YOU JUST HAD YOUR RALPH LAURENS STUCK IN YOUR HAIR
BTW HEY BTW SCREAMLET YOU BRILLIANT GORGEOUS BEAST I’M DRAWING THIS TOO AS WELL AS PRETENTIOUS HIGHSCHOOL JACKOFFS PINTO I DONT EVEN CARE It’s not like I have k/s advent to start or anything PSSHH YOU CAN’T HARM ME
I LOVE YOU SO HARD IT’S UNREAL
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lol omg YEAH all these and advent fic, too, DAMMIT let's see how that goes!!!!OMG ART I AM SO BEYOND EXCITED!!!!!!
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they're scratchy as fuuuuuck -but I came home and read it again and then cried more and then spazzed all over photoshop
BUT I LOVE YOU SO THAT SHOULD MAKE UP FOR IT RIGHT OK MERRY NOVEMBERMAS
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i like that.
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show us your corgibutt, Chris.
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/sigh proper comment thread fail
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