Thirdly

Fire extinguisher, friendly fire...I don't know whether to feel concerned or intrigued. “I’m fed up with your dangerous habit of falling asleep with a lit cigarette in your hand." - OMG Dean, don't die. “Why can you talk?” - That's what I'm wondering. You sure you didn't smoke something "extra" earlier, Dean? Is this a dream? “I was an arsonist for years and never got caught.” - Was he cursed? “You mean…I now have a patch of fire extinguisher spunk on my living room floor?” “Yup.” “Eeeww.” - LMAO! *dying of laughter* When he turned, the fire extinguisher was standing on the other chair at the table. “Whoa, how did you get there?” - OMG Dean what did you do? What did you eat/drink/sniff?? “You dressed up like a zombie?” - Dude, that's so morbid. I could take you down to the station and ask a couple of the guys to try you out. Tell them I’m not sure if you still have enough pressure, or something. - Wait, what?? LMAO!! At least, we can chat and maybe watch porn together. - Nope, I don't think I've ever read anything quite like this before. A person and a fire extinguisher watching porn together. lmao. On to part 2!

Glad I got you to laugh. It was a really good read. I mean, if anyone would have told me earlier that I'd be so absorbed into a story about a guy manning a tollbooth...your writing style makes just about anything interesting. Love it. And I will get to the chaptered ones at some point and I will probably despair at the last update....however, it'll be fine, I'm still waiting on other favorite tales everywhere. *coughs* like @Starrynight22's Forget to Remember.

This is not meant to be bullying of any sort, more like a hopeful wish...but, I think this story's status is mislabeled. It's not complete. Nope. We need more.

Before reading: *glances at Clueless Camping and the Cardmaker and the Caretaker* ...no! They're multichaptered! I can't possibly read them fast enough before lunch time at work and not get caught. But, gods, they're so pretty. *pets the screen* Soon, precious stories, I shall read you soon. Ok, I think I have a generally decent order of single chapter stories...and I think I left off at THIS one. *maximizes the font and switches to white font on black background* While reading: “The boy is getting as weird as you are,” Frankie’s mother yelled before she packed all her suitcases and left when he was six. - Lady, moms are the only ones that can fully accept their kids' quirks. I think the one that's weird here is you. His father had entrusted him with the almost sacred task of manning the gate... - LMAO. Hey, if it makes you happy, it makes me happy. After his death, Frankie typed the rules into his computer and added to them occasionally. - He passed away????? 'Entry is by invitation alone, unless you have authority from the police, the FBI, or similar agencies arriving with proper warrants and IDs. Private citizens or business people, including members of the press, are only permitted entry with valid visitor cards which can be used in the gates or handed to me.' - You tell 'em, Frankie! “Frank did well by you, making sure you had a place and a job after he was gone. It was a great comfort to him when he got ill, knowing you’d be safe and happy here.” “I still miss him.” - *gushing tears* I miss him too, and he isn't even real. It didn’t help that Mr. Dan had told him his life may be in danger. - What the heck happened? “Nope, you’re now part of the witness protection program as the only person who can put Mr. B. in jail for murder, extortion, blackmail, tax evasion and various other crimes." - Oh, damn. “And you used different color pens for mornings, afternoons and evenings.” - Darn straight. Organization is everything! Mr. Morrison once told me the cooks from the main houses have a small competition to make new favorites for me.- LMAO! Aww, he's so adored. “Well, you’re a nice person, Frankie. Being nasty to a guy like you would be like kicking a puppy.” - LMAO! So true! With those words, the lawyer left, and Frankie had all the time in with world to work himself into a nervous state as he imagined holding on to the muscular police officer while they rode his bike. - LMAO! Woo! If Frankie doesn't return to the tollbooth, he can always be a security guard elsewhere. I would very much like to read a follow up of Frankie x Keyno. Do they end up living together? Did Frankie manage to make his appearance at court?

As am I...this chapter took way longer than expected, but I'm super glad we managed to finish it.

Yep! Thus the warnings, ha ha. Yes, if I'm not mistaken, the next chapter we'll follow these two to zane and pip.

Well, at least Kevin didn't sleep with Jonathan. The rest can be water under the bridge for me, ha ha ha. Josh is definitely different now, though. Kevin has to tread carefully.

At this point, it was a Three Kings Day present!

“Kells. Have you then? And, oh, Owen says hello.” - Oh hohohoho, he tossed that right up in his face. And now I've reached the current chapter. *paws at the screen for more*

*rolling around in the angst*

“Oh I'm Maris, Josh's best friend. Aha, I see from that face you aren't a totally stupid bastard. Or are you? Since you've not said a word to him in a month. You slimy piece of…how fucking dare you!” - Yessssssssssss that is what best friends DO. I did EXACTLY this for a friend once. I can see my hip bones. This is new. - Fuckity fuck fuck. He's starved himself. Goddammit. drinking most of a fifth of vodka, chasing it with some opiate painkillers leftover from an old injury, and half a bottle of Tylenol. - Damn it, Josh! That is NOT a good way to go. Granted, so are all other forms of suicide.

Dagnabbit, I had a feeling something like that would happen. I was hoping Josh would have just been like "hey Maris, can I bring Kells with me and make it a double date thing?" but of course he didn't. *SIGH*

For craps sake I couldn't even hold a conversation with the man, yet here I was attempting to unlock the secrets to wild passionate fucking with his golden body in mind. - LMAO! I turned and nearly bowled over a couple who could have been my grandparents which wow I did not want to think anymore about that in my haste to exit the store. - Wait, what? No! At least grab some lube and condoms! Oh well... “Car trouble Joshy? Or is there something else going on here” I hear his deep voice inquire from behind me. Really baby Jesus, really? Not cool. - *endless laughter* And hell yes, yes will I give it to him. I'll give him whatever. Even apparently my self respect... - *can't breathe at this point laughing* OG : so it's a date. meet me at the Buzz, 4:30pm tomorrow. I'll be the blond with two cinnamon lattes - Yesssssssss. I approve. Also, I see what he did there, "OG" his "Officer Goodbody." Bitch better back the fuck up. Right now. - *more laughter* Woo! Go Josh go. Kells doesn't hear however, wrapped as he is in conversation with the twink that shall not be named. - Oh lordy, I just can't...I love how it goes from "Jonathan" to "Slutathan" to "twink that shall not be named." “you need yours….nonfat….right?” - Oh no he didn't...jealousy is NOT a good color on you, Jonathan. He waits until I unlock and get in before driving away with a wave and a grin. - LMAO! Gotta make sure Josh doesn't lock himself out of the car again. And, yep. I couldn't resist continuing to read. My assignments are going to have to wait a while longer, dagnabbit.

Success!

Oh man, I just knew I should have finished my work before starting to read this. Now it's going to be hours before I find out what happens next. One of my favorite parts was when the barista got all huffy when Josh so unwittingly stole Officer Kevin's attention away. 🤣

Well, I'm sure he didn't deserve a lot of it, but the fact that Munklad's able to have a better handle on him is an infinitely good thing!

Yes, considering that Fin's never had any real crushes before or interest in dating prior to the story's beginning, that jealousy was a seed that grew the more attached he became to Alistair. To this day, Finian does not like Simon enough to full befriend him, but he has grown to trust him around Al.

Yes, I think Fin handled it pretty well.

Yes, I'm glad your worries were settled in that regard.

You really caught many details in the story to have come to that harrowing thought! It's amazing.

Yes, exactly. Synan is pretty much the yin to Finian's yang.

Yes, in this tale, we did a bit of a spin on how Unicorns and Nightmares are perceived.

Yes, there's no one quite like Lee'en. He's something else, ha ha.

You'll have to forgive my late responses to your comments. Things have been quite chaotic in the lives of both writers recently. If you would be so kind to send me your candid thoughts when you reach that rape segment (even if in a private message), I would be much obliged.

Yep, that's totally what I meant but wasn't able to express as well as you just did. As do I.