#thread: bastian

[reagflor]

who: @bastianisms where: the boardwalk

Reagan found herself acting on an impulse when she invited Bastian for an early morning stroll along the boardwalk before work. Lately, she had been experiencing a series of uncharacteristic behaviors, and the return of Airi to town for good had been a significant factor in her emotional turmoil. Seeking guidance beyond her therapist, she decided to turn to her pseudo father for advice, no matter how weird it was that he was Airi's father. As Bastian approached, she couldn't help but express her surprise at his presence. The uncertainty of whether he would show up had triggered a level of anxiety she wasn't aware of. "I'm surprised you came," Reagan admitted to the approaching man, acknowledging the internal struggle. "But thank you," she added softly, "I really appreciate it."

[theknifeinyou]

@thefvrious wanted bastian

"You realize that I'm not working right now don't you?" Bastian had come over at the pleading from the other, the lawyer setting his phone down on the counter. "What have you done now?"

[emotionlcss]

﹝closed starter ⇾ @ungodlvhour​ based off this﹞

if bastian could have picked how to spend his spring break, he would have chosen at least 7,589 different things to be doing. but instead he had been woken up at the ass crack of dawn, shoved into a car with his ex, their new boyfriend, and a few friends. now they were expected to spend the entire week on a roadtrip together and while that might not have sounded like a big deal - it definitely was. things had started off smoothly, though that might have been because everyone was still sleeping. as soon as the first pitstop had happened and he was able to get out and stretch, there was an immediate mood shift. ❝ does he always breathe that loud, or is it just something new he’s trying out for the ride? ❞ the male asked one of their mutual friends as he was motioning to the new boyfriend that was seeming to struggle to get out of the car.

[writermuses]

@turkishdclights continued from here

Bastían was a stickler for punctuality and keeping track of his agenda. The professor was made for his job, perhaps not for socializing. Tapping on his phone a few times he spun it around to show the message. "Don't worry about it, really. You're here and I've been working, so it wasn't an evening wasted." He waited for her to have a seat before speaking again, "It's nice to meet you, officially, Zara. I'm Bastían, but Baz is fine, only my coworkers call me my full name and it makes me feel like I'm about four years old. Have you been here before? I could recommend something, if you'd like."

[mysteriousangels]

Bastian knocks on Carrie's door, tea and meds in hand. "Was this the fun choking or do we need to start planning a funeral?" - ( @storystartsanew )

"Both honestly, Percy and Cole can try to suffocate me only so many times. Which I guess is an easier go to when the person you're up against can disappear and reappear at will and has heightened senses." She mumbled as she let him in. "The fun choking isn't that bad, I don't think he has it in him to leave marks."

[storystartsanew]

Margo was not inside the dumpster but squeezed between it and the wall, eyes shut tightly and curled into a ball. She'd confirmed she was alive and well and would send periodical updates to the group chat, but in all actuality she felt alone and small and scared, and she didn't know how to cope with that and she really didn't like it, so she'd found the one place she felt content in to try and hide: the garbage. She looks up when she hears footsteps and tries to squish herself back more, banging her ankle off the dumpster. "Ow!"

Bastian is taking a walk to clear his head. Waiting in the hospital has been a bit too much for him. All of the chaos and injured people. It makes his heart ache to know he can't do more to help.

He barely notices the movement of the dumpster shifting a little as she does, and his eyebrows scrunch in concern when he hears her exclamation. His first thought is maybe someone is stuck back there, but then he thinks they would probably be calling for help. Maybe they're just hiding.

He peers over the side and offers her a soft smile. "You okay down here?"

[asterigos]

Characters: Esperanza / Bastian Status: Closed → ( @chaosinfiniti )

"Bas, it's fine, really," Ranza assured him, her lips pressing into a thin smile. Of course she'd be caught trying to sneak out, and of course it'd be him.

The crease in her brow said otherwise. She'd been wound up like a coil, tight and ready to spring apart. False words that spilled from her mouth like bile that she had to smile through was an accurate summary of her month. Esperanza was a councilperson and that meant trudging into war with her shoulders back and a polite, but sharp grin while armed with only her wit and diction from which she had to be able to analyze the possible outcomes from in a matter of milliseconds. That was the meaning of politics: battles conducted by words, but every politician was their own commander and army. Their strength relied on how many people they had to back them up when it counted most.

And it counted most always. Now, especially, with resources running low, patience even lower, and tempers like crazed horses chomping at their bits and ready to barrel out of their gates constructed of fragile self-restraint. The scavenger teams and hunters were pushed to go farther from the settlement to scrounge what they could manage to carry back, and oftentimes it wasn't much. Oftentimes it wasn't enough.

Esperanza felt the guilt sink its teeth in her as she tried to brush Bas off. He was the one person she had there to call a friend these days, and her friend he had been for longer than anyone else had through the best and worst of it all.

"Please, just stay here. I'll be okay." She wasn't a scout, she wasn't a hunter, hell she was barely much of a fighter. The last time was when she was a young woman fleeing bandits. But she'd be damned if she brought Bas along on a risky excursion that may have ended up being a waste of time. "Amigo." She placed a hand on his shoulder. There was a slight tremor to it. "I won't go far. I just have to find something to placate the people a little bit. What if you got hurt? I would never forgive myself."

[littlcfreaks]

closed starter for @bcdchem

"you look distracting - i thought we were supposed to start planning today." eyebrows raise as he closes the gap between them in the living room, "you do love to make things difficult, don't you."

[missautumn]

"Obviously!" Francisco laughed. "They have be to be useful somehow besides just annoying me!" He joked before giving Bastian a funny look. "You know I never liked to hurt people and it's easier to use an excuse that make me look like a good caring parent." He chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair the snorted behind his mug. "'Course not. If you keep feeding me and fucking me  I may never leave." The words were playful as he had another bite, following their joking banter but the man was already imagining how that would be like. Bending over the table to ran hus thumb over Bastian's lip, Francisco nodded. "I'll come see you every chance I get. But hey, I'm still gonna be here for a couple more days, don't talk like I'm already fucking gone, and you're gonna take me somewhere good as soon as you're free." He grinned. "If you want a discount you'll have to work for it."

Bastian couldn't help but to cackle at the other's words. "You use your kids to get out of shitty one night stands, c'mon really? You gotta man up, just storm out of the door. I'll have to show you how to do it." he teased, shaking his head as he grinned. "Wait so...you're ignoring it then, hm? I really did wow you last night then huh? Showed you the new tricks." he continued to relentlessly tease the other as he worked on his food. "It was really nice to have you here, you know. You pinky promise you'll come back to visit me when you're around, right? Let me relive my high school fantasy for a few months?" he practically begged with a soft pout. "I'll make it worth your while. Show you all the good places in town. You know."

[emotionlcss]

﹝ closed starter ⇾ @angelsdvsts ﹞

she was always at every single one of his games, his biggest cheerleader, and for that bastian knew that valerie was the best he was ever going to get. she was obviously out of his league, and gorgeous and with a following of her own she could get any guy she wanted. still, she stuck with him, and his dream to make it to the majors. he'd spotted her in the crowd at the beginning of the game, and even now as he'd just hit the game-winning home run his eyes scanned for her. running into home plate, the crowd cheered. a bright smile on his features he ran to the gate, eyes immediately finding her. ❝ c'mere, you know you're my good luck charm. ❞ 

[writermuses]

"I run more than that every morning. Even at a brisk walk three miles is nothing in my book." Baz was used to walking all day through libraries, museums, destination to destination. He smiled down at her, admiring her bright eyes and brighter smile before he noticed her outfit as she adjusted her skirt. Bastían licked his lips and cleared his throat, knowing he was likely caught gawking at her thighs. "Next time then, though I insist you owe me nothing."

With a smile, Baz politely corrected her pronunciation, "Very close. What do you think of it so far?" He waited for her answer before talking about himself. "Part of the professorship gig is the research. You're expected to be publishing as you work. I actually have two or three jobs depending on how you want to think about it. I'm curator for a library, translating journals from World War II from French into English. Then I'm digitizing those translations so that other employees and historians can utilize them. I'll use my discoveries, if there are any, to publish in my field which is World War II resistance movements. Other French historians or World War II historians would then interpret and build connections on that from there. It's a pretty tight schedule going from the university, grading papers, then doing the research and writing. I don't have a lot of time for reading for my pleasure. I do listen to audiobooks sometimes while I run, though. In those instances I have done nonfiction and autobiographies."

Continued from here for @turkishdclights

[littlcfreaks]

as much as he hoped it would be the case - out of sight, out of mind; bastian knew his fiance far better than anyone and knew he would likely spend the entire night in head head anyways. bastian just gives him a knowing look and tilts his head to the side, "i hope that you actually mean that." he sighs dramatically, hand waving between them, "i suppose you don't want all the plans i had made to distract you tonight, then. if its just... out of mind. and here i thought i knew what you needed before you did." his tongue clicks, shaking his head (even if he knows he's about to have a pleading xander on his hands that he's incapable to saying no to).

bastian's fingers find themselves bunched into the material covering xander's back, all but forcing him to stay pressed against his chest as they walk into the house, "you know you never have to change any part of you to impress people. let them be impressed by what you are, or let them be dumb. its their problem, not yours." a loud smack of a kiss is pressed to the top of xander's head before bastian makes himself separate from his fiance to lead him into the kitchen, "and dessert you'll get, baby. come on." he had ordered xander's favorite from a nearby bakery that they had started to frequent (even if they shouldn't have on their meal plans), "come. sit in my lap and eat."

there was always a nagging thought in the back of his mind that he was too annoying for people to want to be around. that he was always too much for some, considering how many times he'd been told so before in his life. but bastian wasn't like that. he welcomed all of xander's quirks and oddities. never made him feel bad for simply just being himself, and in truth, that's one of the biggest reasons xander fell for him in the first place. xander was appreciative of the fact his fiancé constantly reminded him that he never had to change who he was around him. "they won't, bas. out of sight -- out of mind, right?" for xander, that was going to be easier said than done -- the nagging feeling he had in the back of his mind that he needed the man's parents to at least like him still there. he knew in time though, it wouldn't be. there's a half smile that forms on xander's lips. he could've kissed bastian, and nearly did, but he was so worried about impressing people that he turned his head the other way and kept to himself most of the night. "miss my clingy self no more, because he's right here and all for you." more laughter falls from his lips and rents the air surrounding them. no one made him happier than bastian and the fact he was getting to spend the rest of his life with him, made xander feel as if he were the luckiest man alive. wrapping his arms around the other's neck, he leans forward to rest his head against his fiancé's chest. "well, now i get to hang all over you and kiss you everywhere i can. but first, i want that dessert you promised."

[storystartsanew]

❝...❞ -EMMA/BASH

Bash looks at her for a moment, looks down at his phone, screams, and throws it across the couch. He prays he doesn't actually damage it in the process, but he's nothing if not committed to the bit.

[kishmish23]

So after the whirlwind of the last two days, with things said, shit thrown around and what not, Shubman didn't just wish Ishan, he WAS in fact with him at his birthday celebration.

This post was posted by Gurkeerat Mann (one of Shubman's teammates from his KKR days) on 18th July in the morning. They were in London at that time with Yuvraj and Nehra.

At this point in time, everyone expected that now that Shubman OBVIOUSLY wasn't coming for Ishan's birthday, he should at least post something for him (like he posted that infamous compilation of Ishan's videos last year). When he didn't though, that's when all hell broke lose.

On 19th, Swami posted this picture. A normal celebration, most of his Patna gang was there to celebrate it with him. Except, Ishan was in Mumbai (as opposed to Bangalore, where he's been training for the past few weeks now). He'd gone there right after visiting Sai Baba in Shirdi. How do we know this?

This post by Anshumat, on the same day. This is Agni Chopra's place, who's a very close friend of Shubman (and Ishan too, evidently).

And then by mid-day of 19th, suddenly Shubman's back in India and spotted at the Mumbai airport. It's interesting because Gurkeerat and gang are still in London (the second picture is from today morning). So, obvious enough, Shubman came back alone. Why, you ask?

Because there was a BIG birthday party at Bastian and literally everyone and their mother was there. Swami, Ahmed, Yashasvi, Anshumat, Agni and many many of Ishan's friends had gathered there for Ishan's 26th.

Then of course, an anonymous source drops THIS in the middle of the night yesterday and twitter wakes up screaming and crying. A lot of people think it's an old post except the slit in Ishan's eyebrow, the singular gold necklace and the threads on his wrist suggest otherwise. Also;

So, to conclude, while twitter was busy saying all sorts of things about Shubman, this man literally took a 10 hour flight to come celebrate Ishan's birthday with him. Now if that ain't commitment, idk what is.

Bonus: Man back to wearing oversized shirts the moment Gill's back in town 😭

[emotionlcss]

OPEN: m / f / nb CONNECTION: based on this

it wasn’t technically his fault, though bastian had still felt like he was to blame for the whole encounter. who would have known that when the batter hit the foul ball that it would have gone so wild? the hit had sent the ball wildly foul near the stand, and bas hadn’t ever been one to not try for the out. so he went running to the edge of the field as far as he could. he’d managed to catch the ball, though in the process his glove had also knocked against a plate of nachos, sending it onto the lap of the person sitting there. of course he had given them a quick sorry, though he was more impressed that he’d caught the ball in the first place. the inning had wrapped up not much longer and they were in the seventh inning stretch, giving the male time to find a stray ball, writing a more formal apology on it before running back to the where the incident had taken place - handing it over to the attractive individual with a smile before he was being called back to join the team.

[exmcrtis]

"could always just keep dumping shit into it until that shit comes into view, but i know that's not practical. especially not here." she sighed, glancing up at bastian with a shrug. "two near-fatal car accidents and then wandering into here feels like enough to me. obviously i take each day in stride since the grim reaper has a crush on me or something."

"Yeah not sure they got the materials to fill in a hole with no clear bottom," he grumbled, that and he didn't have a death wish over something caving in. He barely trusted the bridges as is. Glancing at Ezra he raised a brow in curiosity, "Oh? Care to share what battle scars you have to gain immunity from the universe?"