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“So I got an apartment across from the park

Put quinoa in my fridge, still I'm not feeling grown

Been a hell of a ride, but I'm thinking it's time to go

Bang! Bang! Bang!”

I’ve been listening to Bang! by AJR for like 48 straight hours now, and it’s given me plenty of angst possibilities with Ronen and Winter >:3

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So I had a dream

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Going to Hell

Warnings: Blood, death (heavily implied), f-slur, swearing 

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Ronen was asleep in the backseat, completely ignorant to the rumbling of the van beneath him as he slept. Just a few hours before, Winter had slid out from Ronen's grip, silently moving to the front seat and wrapping his shaky hands around the wheel. Ronen was a heavy sleeper, and if he knew what Winter was thinking, he would no doubt try to stop him.    "Let bygones be bygones" was pretty rich, coming from the guy who'd killed a police officer for skimming Winter's arm with a bullet. And Winter had the sneaking suspicion that if Ronen had the chance to do what Winter wanted to do, he wouldn't hesitate.    For the past couple of weeks, Winter had slowly been bringing them closer to their destination. When they'd reached Pennsylvania, he could tell Ronen was getting suspicious, but he hadn't brought it up at all. The drive from there was only three hours, if Winter wanted to bother following traffic laws. A quick glance at the clock told him that he was less than an hour away, and he could feel his chest tighten. What was it going to be like, being back? He couldn't stay long, obviously. It was already four in the morning. Lingering could cost him too much.    Get in, do his business, get out. Maybe Ronen didn't even need to know they were here at all.

   Mastic Beach looked the same as they'd left it, like it was in a perpetual state of 2015. Like without Ronen and Winter there, time hadn't passed at all. If he rolled down the window, Winter could almost imagine that he was coming home from school on the back of Ronen's bike. And now time was especially of the essence, because if Ronen woke up now, he would make enough noise to get them in trouble. God forbid he woke up while Winter was in the house.    When he finally pulled to a stop in the gravel driveway, Winter had to take a breath. That same truck was in front of the garage, not that Winter had expected the bastard to move out in the three years they'd been gone. He probably loved this place even more since Winter left.    Casting a quick glance into the back gave Winter pause. Ronen looked so peaceful. Was it really right for Winter to go behind his back like this? He nearly laughed out loud to himself. Oh, so now the murderer was going to question the morality of his lie? He unlocked his door and stepped out, the rocks crunching beneath his shoes. And the smell alone was enough to fill his head with awful memories.    The front door would trip an alarm, no matter how good Winter was at picking locks. And so he found his eyes wandering up to the window above the porch overhang. How delightfully twisted, that Ronen's exact route to Winter's old room was the best option now.    It was much easier to climb now than when Winter was sixteen. When he glanced down, met with the familiar scenery of his childhood, he felt almost dizzy. He'd never been afraid of heights, but something about the situation made his stomach turn, and he had to move over to the window to avoid toppling over. The damn thing was unlocked, too.    "Fuckin' idiot," Winter whispered to himself, sliding the window open and squeezing himself inside. And now "get in, do his business, get out" was going to be hard, because for some reason, the bastard hadn't changed a single thing about this room. Winter's bed was still pressed against the left wall, made neatly as he'd left it, closet open, desk messy. He'd half expected everything to be burned the moment he left. That would have been better, because now the scenery was too familiar, and Winter had to take a moment as the dizzy feeling from before came back full force.    He sat down silently on the bed. The mattress was probably still good too, maybe he could convince Ronen to stop scolding him long enough to help Winter bring it down, they could replace the one in the van. The view brought up too much in his mind, and Winter had to close his eyes. He was here. After five years of swearing he never wanted to see this house again. And he definitely hadn't wanted to when he said it, even more so the person inside. Which brought him back to his own thoughts.    Taking a deep breath, Winter stood, steadying himself against the bed frame for a moment before turning the doorknob slowly, stepping out quietly into the familiar hallway. And there, just two door to Winter's left, was his father's room. He hadn't been inside that room for over a decade, was his only thought as he wrapped his fingers around the knob. At least in this room there wouldn't be so many memories.    Inside, Winter held his breath. There was an undeniable form under the covers of the bed, chest steadily rising. Winter felt a chill go down his back. Most people's family reunions weren't like this, but hey. A lot of what Winter did was different that most people. He reached beneath his sweater, drawing out his knife. Without even trying, Winter was able to conjure every ounce of anger he ever felt in his life. How funny, a lot of that anger seemed directed at the person sleeping right in front of him. That was probably what made it so easy to climb onto the bed, pressing the blade to his father's neck before he could react. The bastard was a light sleeper, Winter had been yelled at enough as a kid to know that.    Nearly immediately, the eyes that Winter was glaring down at snapped open.    "Don't move," Winter growled. "Or I'll slice your throat open." As if to prove his point, he tightened his grip on the knife and pressed down just that little bit more, watching the skin around the blade stretch as it struggled not to break. Despite Winter's threat, his father lifted a hand to grab at Winter's arm, trying to push the blade away.    "What is this? Get off of me, I'll call the police!"    Winter allowed himself to laugh. What was he going to do in this position? There was no way he had a chance at overpowering Winter, the man was in his fifties. "What, you don't recognize me? Did I spend too long locked in my room, sir?" Winter's glare hardened, but he couldn't deny the satisfaction that came with the recognition in his father's eyes. Even more laughter bubbled up from Winter's throat, and he couldn't even care to think how insane he must look. All that giddiness had to be from adrenaline, even nerves, but he was finally here. "Maybe you shouldn't have kicked out your little faggot, huh?"    He could feel his father's pulse below the knife with how hard he was pressing, just enough to break the skin. Beads of blood were beginning to stain the edge. "You'll go to hell," his father said, voice strained with the pressure against his neck.    Winter felt that familiar tightness in his chest, that instinctual fight or flight reflex that made him want to huddle up in a corner and lock himself in. But he pushed through it, refusing to give in, scowling down at the form beneath him. "You know, that idea used to scare me," Winter breathed, digging the blade ever so slightly further into his father's throat. "But I think I've already been to hell."

   Ronen was awake by the time Winter got back to the van. He should have expected it, really. But with all the adrenaline running through Winter's body, how hard he was shaking, it was hard to focus on what Ronen might say as he sat in the driver's seat and pressing down harshly on the gas.    "You said you wouldn't go back there," Ronen said, leaning over Winter's shoulder from the back.    "I say a lot of things that I don't mean," Winter said. He didn't move his eyes from the road, but in his peripheral vision he saw Ronen sit down in the passenger seat, silently. "I just couldn't take it anymore. I hate knowing he existed." His voice was shaking once again, betraying his shock. The adrenaline was starting to wear off as they sped out of the trees, and Winter was all too aware of how hard he was gripping the wheel, fingernails digging into his palms.    Ronen let out a sigh from beside him. "I'm not mad. I'm just worried that you're not okay."    Winter laughed. "Oh, really? You think? What tipped you off?"    After that, silence stretched out between them. Ronen's lack of comment made guilt twist in Winter's stomach. He didn't know how long they both sat quietly, watching as the scenery whizzed by. Finally, Winter said, "I want to be as far away as possible. I don't know when they'll find him." His lip was quivering now, and he blinked away tears that threatened to obscure his vision. "And I know it's stupid, because everyone is going to know it was me, I was so careless and I left my fucking DNA all over that place--"    "Winter," Ronen said, putting a hand over Winter's own, where it sat bloody and white-knuckled on the wheel. "It's done now. We can't go back and erase it. And hey, they've never caught us before, have they?"    He didn't respond, heart in his throat as he tried to breathe. Why was Ronen talking about this like both of them had done it? He'd been asleep the whole time Winter was in there. "Let's just get out of here, and find a safe place to sleep. I'm tired of everything right now."

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Alright, so a lot of the little stories I have written right now aren’t very long, so what I’m gonna do is put them all into one post as kind of a multi-upload, and I’ll most likely do that sometime tomorrow :P

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Putting this here bc apparently I cannot manage more than one blog dnscksnckd

Okay, so as you can see from multiple time stamps on this blog, I haven’t uploaded any writing for this story for nearly 5 months. I’m pretty sure my problem is that the story isn’t plot heavy, and I’m having trouble writing it chronologically because of that. I skip around and write the interesting bits because a lot of it ends up being filler otherwise.

So I’m wondering: would you all still be interested in reading my writing with these characters if instead of a chaptered story, I just wrote short stories with them and posted them as their own things, like I used to? I feel like that would help me be more motivated to write, because I would get to write the stuff I’m most excited about.

(Quick tag list so I can get opinions): @roman-sing-despacito @lovesupportandcookies @ab-artist @internetwhy @obsessedwith83514 @zorakaseko @book-r-the-best @intruality-fusion @thekeytohappiness-is-you @daenerysblackriddle @friendlyfatherfigment @sunflower-shitposts @brownie-aunt @dra-logan-w @superwholocked-for-life @kcthestarkid @imforeveranoob @ts-famderartist @spacekidmax @deceitifullies101 @milkshakethouart @porcelain-dionysus @that-smol-tired-gay @king-cookiex @kristincarstairs09 @peepsburt @sharkkittem

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Okay, so as you can see from multiple time stamps on this blog, I haven’t uploaded any writing for this story for nearly 5 months. I’m pretty sure my problem is that the story isn’t plot heavy, and I’m having trouble writing it chronologically because of that. I skip around and write the interesting bits because a lot of it ends up being filler otherwise.

So I’m wondering: would you all still be interested in reading my writing with these characters if instead of a chaptered story, I just wrote short stories with them and posted them as their own things, like I used to? I feel like that would help me be more motivated to write, because I would get to write the stuff I’m most excited about.

(Quick tag list so I can get opinions): @roman-sing-despacito @lovesupportandcookies @ab-artist @internetwhy @obsessedwith83514 @zorakaseko @book-r-the-best @intruality-fusion @thekeytohappiness-is-you @daenerysblackriddle @friendlyfatherfigment @sunflower-shitposts @brownie-aunt @dra-logan-w @superwholocked-for-life @kcthestarkid @imforeveranoob @ts-famderartist @spacekidmax @deceitifullies101 @milkshakethouart @porcelain-dionysus @that-smol-tired-gay @king-cookiex @kristincarstairs09 @peepsburt @sharkkittem

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This is the kind of shit I imagine Ronen doing every day

vibe check *kisses the back of your hand tenderly*

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(nggh I wanted be sappy on anon :'|) You're doing great sweetie, we'll wait for some more soft bois™ when you can get to it again

Thank you, this is really sweet. I wish I had more inspiration for the story. I need to convince myself that I don’t need to make everything 100% story-driven like in my other WIPs so that I can work on it more

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Source: This

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Guess who's not doing what she's supposed to again!

I'm sorry

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So, I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year, but I’m going to be focusing on a different project of mine. If I have time to work on this story after I do my word count for the day, I will, but my main focus is going to be somewhere else until December.

I know I haven’t posted for this story in awhile, and I apologize, I’ve been working on getting the motivation and it’s been working, so I fully expect to start posting again after NaNoWriMo

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This is Winters entire character

my favorite characters

gay

in love with best friend to a wildly codependent degree

on god we gonna GET you a therapist bro 

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Me to myself: This story is just so that I can play with these characters and their story, and to write down the sappy gay ideas I have. It doesn’t need to be perfect or extremely plot-heavy

Also me: If I don’t make this very specific point in the story absolutely dependant on the plot I will die on the spot

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I was about to play Pokémon and I was overcome with an overwhelming need to draw Kid Winter with an Espeon

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i know i called you bro but i meant babe.

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This boy is so gay

I’ve been trying to end this scene for like five minutes but my gay ass can only think of making them kiss and I can’t do that yet aaaaaaa

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I’m making this cliched as fuck and I love it

I’ve been trying to end this scene for like five minutes but my gay ass can only think of making them kiss and I can’t do that yet aaaaaaa