An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s the 14th of June 2022. I am alive. You are alive. We’re still here, despite everything that has happened. And make no mistake, a lot has fucking happened. To Catfish. To you. To me. To the world.
Find the Van fics on AO3, as well as some Bucky Barnes x Reader ones. Maybe, in the not too distant future, Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Reader too? Who knows. Those hyperfixactions do be getting me, still.
I haven’t logged onto this account in literal years, and I am logging out after I post this. If you wanna chat, find me on Insta (imdeadpeaceful) or on my main tumblr (thedeadweresetfree).
I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you.
Hii, not sure if you use tumblr anymore, but I recently came across your blog and have been reading all of your Van stories on AO3 and just wanted to say I think your writing is amazing!!! I love everything you write, and think you capture Van's character so well! Seriously, you've very quickly become one of my favorite fic writers lol. So, thanks for your stories and I hope to read more from you in the future!! :) xx
Hello! Yay; I’m glad people are finding the A03 account. Thank you so much for the kind words. I’m trying to write new stuff, but it’s happening very slowly, that’s for sure. Let me know what type of fics you like best and maybe I can focus my attention there. If you ever wanna chat or give me feedback or whatever, DM me on Instagram (imdeadpeaceful) because I almost never log into this Tumblr anymore. xo Rhi
reeeee more vanfics ? god your stuff is proper addictive
I am still writing! It’s just happening VERY very slowly. I post on A03 (click here to read the fics). I also have an email list you should sign up to - email me at [email protected] to join. Thank you, Anon! Hope to see you elsewhere sooooon. xo Rhi
Hi! I don't know if you still check this blog but I wanted to send you a music recommendation. You should check out Sam Fender - both his music and interviews. He's actually friends with Bondy and has supported Catfish. I just think his songs and message are important right now and he seems like a genuinely good human. Hope you're good!xx
Hi! I check it every couple of months and often forgot to check the actual inbox because I don’t get notifications for some reason. But yes - Sam Fender is definitely on my 2019 playlist. I hope you’re good too, Anon. xo Rhi
Hello! It’s me! Ya girl! Hope ya’ll are still kicking it.
I logged back into this account to have a suss and see if I could find any new Catfish fic writers. I’m coming up pretty short?! Below is a list of all the writers I know of, but most are currently on an indefinite hiatus or have disappeared. I thought I’d compile the list so ya’ll can go read old fics you’ve loved forever, etc.
If you know of any other Catfish writers here on Tumblr, please reply to this post, or reblog it, and add ya new favs!
In the meantime, if you ever need a chat, you can find me on Instagram (imdeadpeaceful) or read the 300+ Van fics (and a couple Bucky Barnes fics) on my A03. Also email me at [email protected] to be added to my mailing list - which sees bonus content like fics written by anonymous people!
Miss ya and love yas. xo Rhi
The very few active Catfish fic writers, also came about after Tumblr killed my account so probably don’t even know who I am ahahhaa:
@sidetrackedandoverlapped
@hourglasshaz
@you-andthebottlemen
Accounts that don’t seem to be actively writing fic, but you might wanna go read their back catalogue/await their return?
(Tip: use the ‘archive’ function to filter for text posts and find the fics easier.)
Hello! I thought I’d log into this account and see what the hiphaps is. Honestly, not much. Haha. I hope you are all well. I’m pretty much the same as usual. Still working in bath bomb heaven, and counting down the days until the Australian Catfish tour. I get to see every show except the festival gigs. Very lucky. I’m alive, and if you’re reading this - so are you. Well done us.
While I’m here, here’s an updated list of current Tumblr Catfish fic writers (active). Feel free to reblog and add more! xo Rhi
@bobs-business
@leatherjacketvan
@you-andthebottlemen
@softvan
@catfishandthebottlefan
@timeforaciggy might be active?
@greasyvan might be active?
And click here to go read the 300+ fics on my AO3.
Happy Third Album Week! Long time, no talk. How ya’ll been? Hopefully The Balance has put a little pep in ya step and helped you along this week. To add to the good, I wanted to provide you with two things.
1) All the fics I have posted on Tumblr are on Archive Of Our Own also, AND THERE ARE NEW FICS! Yeah! Fresh bois! I’m even working on another new one as we speak. Click here for my works. I’d sort by name to have them in chronological order. If you’d like a little notification whenever I post (or find a really good fic I’d like to recommend), email [email protected] to be on my mailing list.
2) Here is a list of Tumblr Catfish fanfic writers. If you know of any others, reblog and add to the list! Share this around so that readers can find writers and vice-versa.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I am uploading EVERY SINGLE FIC I’ve written to my AO3 account! It will take a bit of time, but you can check back every day and re-live all ya favourites! 300+ fics coming soooooon!
Remember to join my mailing list started on the first of the new year too! Chuck us a message to [email protected] now, bb!
I write to you this digital letter in place of what would be fanfic number 296. My apologies for not having a story for you today. Trust me, I did try to write one. I wanted to get to 300 before doing this.
It is with a heavy heart that I say goodbye. Whether or not that goodbye is temporary, I don’t know. When your mental health is as bad as mine is, and has consistently been since I started this blog in January of 2017, you don’t really see the future as something that can be planned. Ideally, I will return to write more unrealistic, beautiful sunshiny Van.
So, why now? Well, lots of reasons really, but there are three main ones. 1) Despite what Van thinks about the existence of writer’s block, it is what I have. It’s been near impossible to get even mini fics out onto the page. 2) I’m trying to focus on my hand painted denim art business. Check me out, huh? And, 3) I don’t feel entirely safe here on Tumblr anymore. The atmosphere has changed and I don’t feel like I belong anymore.
While I will not be writing fanfic, I will still be around in all my other haunts. If Van is your one true love, follow the ‘reminds me of Van’ Insta. You’ll get your fix of daydream inspo there. You can also find me on my Insta. If you get really desperate for fanfic, you can commission me to write you a personalised story. I’m down for that. If you just need to chat, that’s where I’ll be. And if you just found an A+ photo of Van and have nobody to talk to about it... hit me the fuck up. I’m still here for you.
I guess that’s it. To every single one of you - thank you for keeping me alive for nearly two years. I don’t care how dramatic it sounds, but there were days that the only reason I stayed here was because I knew there were people out there waiting for a reply to their message or the new story. You kept me alive. Thank you. To all the friends I have made here, you know who you are, I love you dearly and I genuinely look forward to keeping our friendship alive on other platforms.
Stay spooky this October, guys. Stay safe out there in this miserable fucking world. I hope you find something to hold onto, to keep you here, to find escapism and sunshine in.
I’ll always be here for you. I am here for you. From the most real, most honest, most... idk, everything, part of my heart, I love you. xo Rhi
Note: Been a real shitty week, my dudes. Over the weekend my car was smashed into and there's a 50/50 chance I'll need a new one. Great news for someone who's been out of work for a year. So, no car combined with it being my first week at my new job… I've been 10/10 stressed. Not even Tumblr has been good and safe. Something bad in the water. But hey! Here's something to celebrate the spoopy spooky month.
Van picked you up on your very first date. Maybe he would outgrow all those gendered social norms he viewed as charming and tradition. Maybe not. But that night, dressed in a brand new outfit and pacing around nervously waiting for seven pm to come, you were thankful to have a bit of a script to go by. You knew he'd pick you up. Kiss your burning cheek. He'd open the car door for you and pay for dinner. He’d be mostly predictable, and in that predictability would be safety.
When Van knocked on the front door of your three-room rented cottage, it was a small sound. It almost felt like he hesitated to knock at all. Was he nervous? Was he regretting asking you out? The quiet knock made you nervous, and your stomach started to twist in knots as you walked to the door and open it. Then, there was the dreaded unpredicted.
Van was standing back from the door, hidden partly in shadows. You had entirely expected him to be bouncing up and down on the step like a puppy waiting to be let in. He had been filled with such energy and life when you met at a friend's party a few days prior.
He must have seen your smile fade quickly; he took a step forward into the light. He was as brilliantly beautiful as you remembered him being. Even through the twilight you could see the brightness of his blue eyes.
"Alright, love?" he asked, softness on his face.
"Yeah… Are- Are you okay?" you asked back.
Van's expression broke into a proper grin. He nodded. "Course, love! Takin' you out on a fancy date. You should see where I'm takin' us for dinner," he said excitedly, stepping forward again and moving to hug you.
Standing on the first step to your front porch, you were much taller than Van. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his. You wrapped yours around his neck, letting your weight fall on him.
"You just looked kinda… I don't know… something… when I opened the door," you said, the sound of your speech muffled a little as you spoke into Van's soft hair. He'd washed it for you. It definitely wasn't washed at the party.
He broke the hug to smile up at you. "Well… Ya live at number thirteen… Guess I've got that Irish superstitious blood."
For a second you were confused. The image of Van in your mind that you'd been building since you met him didn't really reconcile all that well with superstition.
You turned around and looked at the silver numbers on your front door. Looking back at Van, you asked, "Do you think that means I'm bad luck?"
"Nah… Don't think you possibly could be, love. Maybe it's just like… a warning or something, you know?"
"A warning about what?"
"Dunno…" Van answered with a shrug. "Alright, Miss. You ready then? Fancy dinner awaits!"
…
"Y/N! Look! Come 'ere! Found somethin' for ya!"
You stepped with such bounce that it was perilously close to being skipping. You were too happy to move any other way though. And as you approached Van, the smile on his face told you that you were right to feel everything was perfect.
"What?" you asked, coming to a stop.
Van hadn't been too keen on the idea of a cute forest picnic at first. He wasn't exactly the nature-loving type. "Can see it all on Google, can't I?" he argued, lighting a smoke and grinning around the cigarette. Yet, he seemed to be enjoying himself. The woods were too beautiful not to love, you thought. It was too calm of an environment to do anything other than settle your soul.
Van could totally acknowledge that, but the day was mostly going so well for him because of how Goddamn happy you were. While you were spinning around in wildflowers, Van was falling in love with you.
"Look here! There's a whole patch of them!" Van said, speaking quietly so as not to disturb the peace. He was crouched down near an old, decaying fallen tree trunk. You crouched next to him and followed his outstretched hand.
Never in your life had you seen a four-leaf-clover. Not once. Yet, Van had found an entire patch of them. They were bright green. Crisp and fresh.
"Is it bad luck to pick them?" you asked Van, your resident expert on such matters.
"Nah. Think we can take just one… Here, we'll take the luckiest one."
Van carefully brushed his hand through the patch, locating the biggest clover he could find. Gently, he picked it from the very base of its stem then handed it to you. Instinctively, you smelt it like a flower. Van smiled, watching you.
"For you…" you whispered. Van didn't move as you reached out and threaded the clover behind his ear. "So pretty,"
"So lucky."
…
"LARRY!" Van yelled in a high pitch scream.
You could hear it from all the way outside, as you got your bag from the backseat of your car. The yelling did not subside as you made your way inside. Neither of the guys were in the lounge… kitchen… hallway… or Van's bedroom.
Following the sound, you found them in the bathroom. At first, neither of them realised you were there. They were busy fighting over logic and magic.
"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me! What you want me to do, huh? Cast a fuckin' spell to take it back?" Larry said, laughing.
"Maybe! I don't know! Mate… Do you not even care?!"
"I'd care if it were real…"
"Course it's bloody real! Why would people keep sayin' it if it weren't?" Van argued.
Looking around the room, you saw what was out of place. The mirror on one of the cabinets was smashed, the shards all over the sink and vanity.
"Mate, that don't even make sense…"
"Ah, guys?" you interrupted before they could continue.
"Love,"
"Maybe we just clean it up, huh? Getting cut by a broken mirror would be pretty ironic," you suggested.
Larry nodded and walked by you, off to find something to put the shards in.
You turned to Van and smiled. "Sorry about the bad luck,"
"He broke it; not me. 'Sides…." He walked to you and pulled you into a hug. "Got you here now. You're my good luck charm,"
"Gross."
…
The open window didn’t do all that much to help with the paint fumes. Van said he couldn't really smell it. He wasn't getting the headache you were. As a result of his lucky anatomy, he got to do most of the painting. You sat in the doorway, watching him roll off-white onto the walls.
"You're doing a very good job," you informed him.
He smiled down at you from the scaffolding he was perched on. "Yeah? Am I doin' the whole room then? Hiring me officially?"
"Yeah. Might as well. S'not like you've got a lot going on," you joked.
Van laughed. He complained whenever there wasn't something to do, so there was always something to do. When he wasn't on tour, he was finding other ways to help the band or he was with you. More and more, he was with you.
"What's me pay?"
"What do ya want?"
"Ahhh…. I'll think about it and get back to you, love," he said with a grin.
The room was almost finished by five pm. Van was entirely proud of himself, like he was whenever he did anything particularly domestic with you. He liked to play husband as much as he could. It was all practice for when he'd really be one. Your one. He was very sure of that.
"I'll make you a tea, yeah?" you asked, standing up from your doorway spot.
"Yeah, love. Just got this last bit to go."
While you made the tea, Van sang loudly to the music playing throughout the house. He always sounded so fucking bad singing along to whatever. You wondered if he did it on purpose.
When the tea was brewed and the milk was added, you made your way back down the hallway and into the freshly painted room. You were two or three steps away from Van when he started to yell.
"STOP! Love! What do ya think you're doing?!"
Genuinely confused, you just looked at him. "Uh… Tea?"
"Do you not see this?!"
The scaffolding he was using had been relocated to the middle of the room... The middle of the room that you were about to walk through.
"Van, it's not a ladder… I can walk under it…"
"It's like, a modern ladder though, innit? What if it's the same? We don't know. Just walk around it. It's just another step. Come on,"
"Oh my god, you're ridiculous," you said, breathing out. Handing Van his tea, you began to sip at yours and shake your head at him. "It's not the same,"
"But it could be…"
…
Van had given you a key to his place. It had been burning a hole in your pocket for quite a while before you finally gave in and used it. It was a miserable day, freezing and pissing down with rain. You were closer to his than yours, and just wanted to be warm.
Letting yourself in, you dropped your umbrella and bag at the door before kicking off your shoes and retreating into the warmth of the house. By the time Van got home, you were cuddled up in bed with Little Mary, watching horror movies on your laptop.
"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" Van asked, causing you to yelp and jump out of your skin. You'd not heard him get home at all.
Your scream caused Mary to leave your side and run to Van. It caused Van to laugh at you.
"You scared the fuck out of me!" you yelled at him, throwing a pillow across the room. It didn’t even get close to reaching him.
"Wasn't tryin' to. Made noise and everything… Sorry… But do you want the good or bad news?" he repeated.
Pausing the film, you sat up and looked at him, trying to guess the news before hearing it. "I don't know… Bad…"
"Bad news is you're fucked. Bad luck for life,"
"Aw, Christ. What did I do now? Step on sidewalk crack? Look at a bird the wrong way?"
"Umbrella up inside actually," Van said in a weirdly smug voice given the subject matter. He started to get undressed.
"Okay, well, first of all, any bad luck I get is yours too, since we spend so much time together,"
"Fair point," Van commented, climbing into bed in only track pants and underwear. He had always been a skin-on-skin for warmth kind of guy.
"Secondly, Mr Superstition… it's if you put an umbrella up inside… which I didn't. It was already up when I came in. So it don't count."
Van thought for a moment. Upon finding your conclusions to be sound, he cuddled around you. Reaching out, he clicked the spacebar on the laptop to start the movie again. His face screwed up in distaste.
"Can we watch somethin' else? What 'bout Big Fish?"
…
The first time Van met your family was over a Sunday roast dinner. It was the perfect setting for him to shine, and as expected he wooed everyone in the house with his strange speech and spectacular stories. It helped that he loved food so much too.
"Honestly, this is the best roast I've ever had," he said for the millionth time.
"Would you like another piece, honey?"
You had to hold in laughter as everyone used their best manners, trying to make Van love them as much as they loved him.
Van nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you!" He looked over at you with a huge grin on his face.
"Oh! Well, aren't you the lucky one! You've got the wishbone!"
Van's plate was put back in front of him and the wishbone was sitting to the side. You suspected that it was entirely rigged. The wishbone was usually pulled from the meat before it was cooked. Sitting on the china plate, the cleanliness of the bone told the same tale. Van was none-the-wiser though. He'd probably figure it out later when he looked back on the night and replayed it as a bedtime story.
"Y/N. Would ya do me the honours?" Van asked, turning to you as he picked up the wishbone and held it by one side.
Nodding, you held the other and followed Van's counting. One… Two… Three! Crack. Van had won.
"Lucky! What do you wish for?" he was asked.
Looking over at you, he winked.
…
In the dream, there was a crocodile. She was your pet. No. No, not a pet. A friend. Croc was your friend and you walked around with her everywhere. Then there was a girl that you went to high school with… She had a lollypop. Croc bit her arm off. Blood everywhere. Music started to play and you turned towards the stage. Was that Yungblud? He had backup dancers… Fairies? Where did that wolf come from?
Then reality, your head being moved too fast to not disturb your sleep.
"Van!" you mumbled. "Was sleepin'," you complained, rearranging yourself in the God-awful tour bus seat. When Van didn't respond, you looked up at him.
You had been asleep in his lap, your head on his chest as he reclined next to you. He'd breathed in too heavily though, his chest puffing up too much. The movement tore you from your nonsense dreams and into the land of the living.
Van's cheeks were full of air. He looked like a puffer fish on high alert.
"What are you doing?" you asked.
He kept hold of his breath but pointed out the bus window. You watched a cemetery speed by, the angels weeping against a stormy sky backdrop.
…
Both you and Van had been so excited to move in together. It had been an absolute dream. It was easy to hit the next milestone and on the way to the animal shelter, you bounced happily in the front seat of Van's car.
"Think Mary would like a little dog or a big dog?"
"Van, I don’t think Mary's gonna like anybody that takes attention away from her," you answered.
Van laughed. "Yeah. She's a princess,"
"Your princess. You raised her to be sooky,"
"Yeah," he agreed again. His voice sounded like he took your statement as a compliment.
The happiness you felt began to fade away inside the shelter. There were so many animals that needed homes, so many that had been hurt or abandoned. It was overwhelming. Your skin started to feel hot. Your nose tingled.
"Alright, love," Van whispered, pulling you close to him. He wrapped an arm around you. "We get to help 'em,"
"One. Only one," you replied sadly
"For now, yeah… One day, I'll buy ya a farm and we can have a zillion animals,"
"Promise?" you asked, looking at him.
Van kissed the tip of your nose and nodded. "Promise. Now, come on. Who's talkin' to ya? What about this little guy?"
It was clear that Van hadn't entertained the thought of getting any animal other than a dog. You'd grown up with cats though, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to him when he found you in the kitty room.
"Know ya said Mary would hate anybody we brought home… but really think she'd hate a cat,"
"It wouldn't be direct competition," you said. "Like… She'd still be the best and only dog,"
"Yeah… That's true…"
Van strolled around the room while you stuck your fingers through cage doors, wriggling your fingers at kittens.
"Hey, man," you heard Van whisper. "What's your name? What's it say here?" Turning around, you watched Van in front of a cage. You couldn't see into it from where you were. "Luther? Like the cop on the telly, huh? Bit of a badass name… How'd you get here, Luth?"
Moving slowly, you came to stand beside Van as he spoke to a cat. Luther very gingerly walked the perimeter of his cage, coming to inspect Van. Van put his hand flat against the cage. Luther smelled Van's hand, then began to purr loudly.
"Think he likes you," you said.
"He's got good taste then, don't he?" Van said back, looking at you briefly to smirk.
He really liked the cat.
"I just… I've got to ask… You do know this is a black cat, right? Like… he's literally fully black. Look! Even his toe beans!"
"Yeah… But maybe it's like… It would be bad luck not to look after him, right?" Van said. The boy was absolutely notorious for picking and choosing things to believe in and be consistent about. It was one of his more infuriating traits.
"Alright. So… Little Mary and Luther it is."
…
It was still dark when Van's car pulled up out the front of your family home. You were awake when he messaged, asking you to meet him out on the dawn-lit street. When you went out, nightgown wrapped tightly around you, Van was leaning against his car, cigarette hanging from between his lips.
Like it was innate, you didn't bother coming to a stand-still. Instead you walked right into his arms and let him bundle you up.
"You okay?" you asked him.
"Uh-huh. Couse I am. Just… nervous…"
"Nervous? You don't get nervous,"
"Never done anything so important though," Van replied, his voice lowered to just a whisper. "Just needed to hold you for a second,"
"I'll give you a minute."
You gave him nearly ten. Silently, Van rocked you side to side while you almost fell asleep against his chest. The cigarette he was smoking burnt to nothing and the sun began to rise over the houses of the city.
When birds started to sing, Van helped you stand up straight.
"Sorry for waking you," he said.
"S'alright. I was up,"
"I'll… see you soon, yeah? I love you,"
"Love you too."
You kissed Van softly, gently, let him feel how much you loved him.
He watched you cross the road then stop and turn back to him.
"Van? You do know it's bad luck to see the bride on the wedding day?"
"Yeah… think that's all just nonsense superstition though, ain't it?"
you say all the time about van and the lids not being perfect and how there is traits that you don't think are good. you just write the sunshine van for "escapism". you even call real van and your van two different things so I dont think you do see them as perfect or anything like that.
Hi, Anon. Yeah. I am glad you have picked up on that and I hope I’ve made that more than clear. Like you said - I often refer to IRL Van as being a completely different ‘character’ to the one I write about. There is no way in hell that anyone could be as good as the version of him in these stories. Yep, these are pure sunshiney fantasies written with love, designed to let you dream the impossible dream. Haha. xo Rhi
what are your thoughts on the tea about catb deserting their fans and how every one is losing interest?
Oh, boy. I suspected somebody would ask me this. Anon, thank you. I usually avoid commenting on things not directly related to the music or fics, but I feel like I have a strong opinion about this and would like to get it off my chest.
Here are some things that are more fact than opinion:
When the band started, Van was incredibly naive and idealistic in the way he viewed how his band would operate and the way they could take over the world. It will always be one of my favourite things about him; he’s a dreamer. And, because of talent, hard work, and maybe luck, most of what he planned came true. The story he wrote came true. Wow. But, the story he’s been telling about what the band is and will be, cannot be true anymore. We’ve all gotta accept that, my dudes.
Circa mid-2017 Catfish really kinda blew up. When a band gets bigger and starts playing high capacity venues and opening for bands like Green Day, management get involved more. Like, a lot more. So, it is very likely much of the decision making that has happened since then has not been entirely Van/band driven.
Whatever Van thought Catfish could do (e.g. maintain the touring schedule, releasing music every two years, meeting fans at every show) forever… they just can’t.
Add to this that during the early years the guys probably agreed with whatever Van said. I mean, I would. The kid pretty much gave them success. I’m not downplaying their roles at all, but come on… However, as the years have rolled on they probably don’t feel like they owe him anything anymore. (They don’t.) So what they want probably factors in more. So, maybe the guys don’t want to have no social and family lives anymore, you know? Maybe they were like, ‘we have to change this, we’re dying.’ Who knows. My point is - Van is not calling the shots himself. The band are not calling the shots alone. That’s my first point.
My second point, and this is more opinion based, is that… what the fuck do you think they owe you? Lol. These are real people that deserve to do whatever they want with their lives. Yes, we have funded that life by buying records and show tickets. Yes, we’ve committed to them. Yes to all of that. I know what it feels like to give your everything to a band. I mean… I’m multiple interstate trips in… seven shows in… skipped meds to buy merch in… But they don’t owe me shit, guys.
I agree it is confusing re: releasing Fluctuate and not getting a studio version close after. I agree it’s like ???? about the third album. I agree booking future show dates and having no word on the third album is confusing af. An explanation is hard to generate. But here’s the thing… I am not owed one. Catfish and the Bottlemen do not have to release music because I want it or feel like I am owed it. They don’t have to do a fucking thing.
Catfish are my favourite band. Catfish saved my life. I love them more than I will ever be able to articulate. Van McCann symbolism hope and goodness to me. But they’re all more than that. They’re brothers and boyfriends and sons and friends and employees and they’re entitled to do what they want.
I am not being treated badly as a fan because being a fan is completely optional. I am loyal and I am patient.
My final point is that I truly do not believe we have the right to complain about any of this because we have no idea what is happening in their lives. I mean, what if something really fucking bad has happened? What if a secret baby McCann popped out into the world? Lol. We just don’t know.
So, Anon, that is my opinion. I hope I have satisfied your curiosity. xo Rhi
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Hey, i'm back again. I hope you still remembers me lol. How are you? are u ok? are u hydrated? eating yo' vegetables? It's been so long i don't come here and proper send u an ask, that it's kind weird me doing this, like i did my first one. I was super nervous and i blame my anxiety. Fun fact: i'm nervous again. Sorry. Idk how to do this anymore. First of all, i still come here and read your stories, so then i can scape from my shite reality.(++++)finished on the other, sorry. i have a limit :/
(+)(Uni is stressing me out lately, as usual).And i want u to know that i still care ‘bout u and your blog.Sometimes i came here just to re-read the stories, cause we’re all humans and we all need pur distractions.Second of all, i was thinking, maybe a story where the lads meets this girls on road and they became friends and go to a bar/pub and get drunk and have some innocence fun?(not romantically)i don’t remember if there’s anything familiar to this. But thanks anyaways(it’s long, sorry :/<3)
Hey! I missed ya! Of course I remember you. You are very much always welcome to drop by my inbox - even after a long period of time. It’s the internet world so time moves differently here. All good in the hood, my friend.
I am glad that the stories help you escape all the fucked up things in the real world. There’s almost 300 of them now, so you’ll always have something here for you.
So, your request is quite general. Maybe you could have a read through some of the platonic fics I have and see if anything kinda matches? And there are heaps in the more romantic ones where they’ve met at a bar and got up to some fun.
Hey this is in regards to the “hippy chick” request. I would absolutely love to see her dress like free spirited kinda gal too, flowy skirts and band tees, you know the sort. A super expressive, sunshiny style. I think that would be really rad in comparison to vans all black(although equally as sunshiny) vibe. thankyou for continuing to share your lovely work x
Hey! Yep. Can do. That’s kinda what I was imagining anyway. I’m excited to write this character but am waiting for the perfect story for her. Stay tuned! Thank you! xo Rhi
