#para:md

[jeremy-lockhart]

Moving Day || Sonder & Jeremy

This was his new beginning. A fresh start that Jeremy so desperately needed. It felt like his life had changed so drastically since Christmas and he just needed something to feel normal. Living with Sonder was familiar and made him feel happy. Today they were finally moving into their place in Brixton. River was going to love the yard and it would be nice to have some space from his family. They were still close by but it was just enough distance to make him feel better for the moment. “I’m so happy I get to live with you again.” Jeremy was all smiles. “If you ever get lonely you can always come sleep in my room. It’ll be like old times when we were in the dorms.”

@sondermink

[southsidepey]

Mother Dearest // Self-Para

Who: Peyton, James, and Leroah July. Mentions of @northsidesebastian (listen i know she has a problem okay? Okay) @astonjones & @msjackiestjames

When: October 8th, 2019

Where: Northside, July residences.

Notes: Peyton went over to have brunch with her mother dearest, however. Her mother had some different plans.

Triggers: Emotional Abuse, Abuse, therapy, death, slut-shaming, alcohol, food, violence tw.

Word count: 1,453

Peyton stood in front of the door, for, at least five minutes, not moving. She bit down her bottom lip, with her mom’s flowers in her hand and let out a sigh. “You’ve danced in front of Sebastian Smythe, you can face your mother when she’s drunk on mimosas.” She whispered to herself, let out a breath and rang the doorbell, hoping that no one was home. She glanced around, then glanced down at her watch and clapped her hands together. “Welp. This was a total waste of my time.” She turned around, then started to head down the stairs, until she heard the door opening and it made her stopped.

“PJ!” Peyton rolled her eyes at the nickname, then plastered a smile when she turned around to face her mother. “Honey! I was hoping you would’ve come and oh my! You brought me flowers?” Peyton glanced down at the flowers that were in her hand and nodded. “Oh! How sweet.” Peyton knew that she was screwed since her mom was already three mimosas in and it wasn’t noon yet. Granted, it could be two in the afternoon and there will be still alcohol pouring in the household.  Once her mom walked back into the house, Peyton quickly looked to see if she had a thumbtack in her purse and groaned when she didn’t see one then entered her parents' house. She glanced around, not seeing any differences, minus the fact that she was no longer on the wall and all of her ribbons that she had gotten in school were nowhere to be seen.  

“Honey, give the flowers to Helena, she’ll take them into the kitchen.” Peyton furrowed her eyebrows as she looked over to see the maid who was standing next to her, waiting to grab the flowers from the girl. “Oh, Im sorry.” Peyton replied as she handed the flowers over and watched the maid go into the kitchen. Peyton glanced over to see her mom heading towards their garden and followed behind her. “So, where’s dad?”

“He’s at work.” Peyton nodded as she reached down and played with her hairband. “Though, he’ll be joining us for lunch.” She paused then swallowed hard, kicking her ass for not bringing her anti-anxiety medication that was she was put on while she was back in LA.  

“About that, mom. I can’t s-stay.” Peyton stuttered out as her mother glanced at her and raised an eyebrow over her sunglasses. “I-I came to drop off the flowers, but I can’t actually stay for lunch.” Leroah took off her sunglasses, placed them onto the table and placed her glass onto the table.  “Peyton Gwen July, you sit your ass down in this chair right now and you will have lunch with us and no need to stutter, we both know that you got rid of it a while.” Peyton swallowed hard as she followed what her mom had said and sat down in the chair. "Now, we're going to sit here as we wait for your father to show up. Oh and speak of the devil." Peyton furrowed her eyebrows, confused on why Sebastian would be there but she glanced behind her to see her father instead of the boy.

"Sorry I'm late, traffic is insane. You wore it was the Fourth of July again." Peyton could feel her body tensed up from his voice and stabbed herself in the leg with her nails as she bit back from speaking up about that day. James stopped when he saw Peyton, then gave her a smile and kissed his wife hello. James said as he sat down by his wife and across from his daughter. Peyton stayed quiet until her mother kicked her, which caused her to look at her mother then she looked at her father.  “Hi, Dad." Peyton said as she looked at him and watched his body language changed. "It's nice to see you."

James adjusted his tie as he nodded. "Its nice to see you too, Pumpkin," James said, hoping that the lunch would off without a breeze. "How's that flower store treating you? It looks like you're doing a great job at it." James reached for his drink and took a sip of it. "I hear almost everyone talk about it at work and heard that someone bought out the Sunflowers on the day they came in."

"It's going well, we just had someone buy a ton of centerpieces for their mom's garden party as well. Ah, yes. The Sunflower buyer, but we're getting more in. I'm actually looking forward to moving it closer to Bethany Cohen-Chang's bakery & bookstore." Leorah kind of perked up when she mentioned moving then she placed her glass down onto the table.

“Oh honey, do you think you should wait until you have more money than you do now?” Leorah suggested, making Peyton freeze her actions when she heard her mother, knowing that this was testing her patience and lunch wasn’t even served.

“I actually have more money than you guys think but thank you for keeping in mind that. Even though I live on the Southside now, I don’t have any kind of  that money.” Peyton replied with a smile plastered on her face and placed the flute back onto the table.

“Speaking of that, the guys at work say that you’ve been working at a Burlesque club, on the Southside? And Im wondering, why?” James asked as he shifted in his seat a bit. “Where, we raised you with morals and better than that.” Peyton let out a laugh when she heard her father say that, slowly nodded, knowing that her father didn’t waste any kind of time to dig at her, especially when it comes to her other job.

“Just because Im working at a Burlesque club, doesn’t mean I don’t have morals. The fact that you just slut-shamed me, is unbelieve- No actually, its believable because you never thought a daughter like yours, would ever work at a Burlesque club and you’re afraid how bad it looks on you.” Peyton said as she looked at her father and made an oh face. “This “legacy” that you’ve built.” She gestured towards their home as she looked at her father. Leroah grabbed another flute, drinking it as she ignored the bickering between her husband and daughter. “That’s it, it doesnt have anything to do with me and having morals at all. You’re afraid that they’re going to find out that your daughter is a burlesque dancer. Which, by the way, I’m not ashamed of. I'm more ashamed at the fact that I have the last name July than as a burlesque dancer. Another thing, working as a Burlesque dancer, had benefited, because guess who doesn’t have any student loans? This girl right here. So go ahead and try and shame me.” Peyton let out a breath, not knowing that she was out of breath and licked her lips as she leaned back against the chair. Leroah placed her flute onto the table and smiled when the butler brought out their food and thanked him.

“I raised you to respect your elders and this isn’t respecting them,” James said as he looked at his youngest. Peyton raised an eyebrow at his words, let out a chuckle.

“Fathers aren’t supposed to lay their hands on their daughters, emotional abuse them, cause broken bones and force them to lie to their friends on why all of sudden you suck at balancing. Also, a father wouldn’t have their daughter arrest in front of the entire block when she comes home from college. I respect the shit out of grandmother and grandfather, but I will never respect you or mother.” Peyton stood up as she looked at him, swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath.

“Please, Peyton. Your father never abused you or broke any of your bones.” Leorah spoke up as she looked between her husband and kid. “That was some of that stupid, therapy shit.” Peyton looked at her mom, feeling tears start to pool in her eyes.

“Maybe if you stop hitting the bottle, every day and every night, then you would actually care about me and stand up for yourself but you know what? It doesn’t matter anymore because you’re just bad as him.” Peyton grabbed her plate, the unopen bottle of champagne and looked at her parents before she downed her flute. “I'm taking these and I'm keeping the china.” She stuffed the bottle into her purse, headed into the kitchen and grabbed some to-go cartons that her parents kept for their parties. Once she had that ready, she headed back to Aston’s and Jackie’s house, hoping that she could fall asleep.

[gameonsmythe-blog]

Mother Dearest || Self - Para (feat. Mama Smythe)

WHO: Sebastian Smythe & Miriam Smythe, his mother (mentions of Hunter, his sister, and father)  WHEN: October 13. Night.  WHERE: Sebastian’s home WHAT: Sebastian and his mother finally share some true words. The result is not a very happy one.

Miriam Smythe stood at the kitchen counter as Sebastian traipsed in, phone pressed to her ear and pen working furiously over paper as she murmured to the person on the other line. Sebastian moved past his mother to the fridge, pouring himself a glass of juice as she talked, peeking over her shoulder to try to figure out what the call was about. She said her final goodbyes and sat her phone on the counter as Sebastian twisted the cap back to the juice, turning to her after replacing it in the fridge.

“I haven’t seen your friend down here recently,” she stated casually, still scribbling across the paper. Sebastian pursed his lips, shrugging his shoulders a little.

“He’s feeling a bit under the weather,” he took a drink from his juice, he wasn’t really lying this time at least. “He’ll be fine, just resting.”

“You two have been spending an awful lot of time together up there.” The casual tone was obviously forced, she refused to look up at him, and he knew what she was digging for. Just another reason to be lectured, his sexuality.

“He’s sick,” Sebastian rolled his eyes, refusing to give her anything more.

“He should move to the guest room, then. Don’t want you getting sick, too, now do we?” She finally flashed a smile to him, it made his stomach twist.

“I’ll be fine. How much longer are you in town?”

She dropped her pen, looking at him with her classic feigned hurt expression. “Is that really something you should ask your mother like that?” Sebastian gave her an apologetic smile, “Just wondering how much longer we’ll be blessed with your visitation.”

“That was my boss on the phone,” she admitted a moment later. “But, I told him that I’m not leaving until I feel like you are safe here.”

Sebastian couldn't help but roll his eyes again, muttering into the lip of his glass, “I’ve been safe for the last twenty four months you’ve been gone.” Ms. Smythe’s lip curled as she turned back to her son, paper forgotten on the counter and hand finding its way to her hip.

“Sebastian, there have been two murders in this town—”

“Not that you decided to show up until, what, half a week after the second one?”

“And in that time, you have allowed a stranger to move in here. How can I trust you to stay here alone?”

Sebastian furrowed his brow, sitting his glass down as he narrowed his eyes at his mother. “A stranger? Hunter’s my best friend, if you had been home more often you would know that. His asshole of a father kicked him out—”

“Language, Sebastian.”

“—and I wasn’t just going to deny him a place to stay. Getting abandoned by your family sucks, and I’m sure getting kicked out of your own house sucks a little worse.”

“You were never abandoned, Sebastian.” Miriam’s annoyed expression matched her son’s.

“So, dad leaving? That wasn’t abandonment,” he started, crossing his arms and meeting green eyes that matched his own, a familiar stand off. “And Alisha’s gone, but she’s in college, so that’s a fair excuse to leave, right? And you’re just always so busy with work, never actually home anymore—”

“It’s my job, Sebastian, and it’s what keeps food on the table and a roof over your head so you don’t find yourself back out—”

Miriam stopped herself, dropping her eyes. She never wanted to admit that she knew what Sebastian had done to help pay off Dalton tuition when she first lost her job, but she had been more than aware of Sebastian’s late night endeavors. She still couldn't bare to admit them, as if they weren't really true until it was said aloud.

“How convenient that you lost your job at the office and found one that makes you travel so you can be far, far away from your disgusting son,” Sebastian muttered, clenching his jaw. He looked away and blinked hard as he turned to a cabinet, pulling out the bottle of whiskey Biff had given him in that ‘care’ package and pouring some into his juice. Miriam moved quickly, snatching the bottle from his hand.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to deal with you,” he took a long drink before his mother snatched the glass from his as well.

“Sebastian Nicholas Smythe,” she spat. “This is why, I can’t trust you to stay here alone. Are you still attending your meetings? Do you need to be sent back  Have you ever tried to be less of a disappointment?”

The last one stung, but Sebastian didn’t let it phase him. At least not visibly. His hands clenched at his sides, Miriam seemed to realize what she’d said and quickly tried backtracking. He ignored it, shaking his head, “That seems to be what I do best, Mother. Disappoint everyone. I must’ve learned it up from you.”

“Sebastian,” his mother hissed, dropping her gaze to the floor and shaking her head. “I do everything I can to take care of you, I’m sorry I haven’t been around but— I tried, I took you out to dinner so we could catch up—”

“You ordered crab puffs and a salad with blue cheese,” Sebastian interrupted flatly. She gave him a blank expression, urging him to continue, “I’m allergic to those, mother.”

“You’re allergic to cats and you let that Hunter boy bring that beast in here,” she countered, glancing over her shoulder as if Mr. Puss could have heard her and attacked. Sebastian felt tired already, he had been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the blow out to finally happen, and it looked like tonight was the night.

“Cats aren’t going to kill me, he also bought me allergy medicine. Shellfish, however? My throat would have closed up—”

“You are just an ungrateful brat, Sebastian, and that's all you have ever been. You can’t be happy with anything I give you, you always have to find something to complain about. If you were that upset over it, you should have said something at the restaurant.”

“What do I have to be grateful for?” Sebastian scoffed. "You should have known, you're my mother. Even Hunter knows, is it so much to ask to have a mother that gives a shit?”

“No one can care about you, you won’t let them,” Miriam snapped, eyes meeting Sebastian’s once again. “We have tried to love you Sebastian, your father and I gave you everything you wanted and more, but you are the one that fucked that up. You are the one that— you tore this family apart, you have no right— we raised you right and you still came out wrong, it is your own fault that no one can ‘give a shit’ about you!”

No matter how many times he heard similar words from his family, it never lessened the sting. He wasn't sure if it was just his mother saying it so plainly to him, or the events of the past week piling onto him, but something inside of Sebastian snapped. He squeezed his eyes shut for a long minute, resisting the burn of tears. The silence was heavy in the room, until he finally pulled himself together enough to take a few steps closer to his mother.

“You’re right.” His voice was quiet and he struggled to keep it from cracking. “You should just leave, let your disappointment of a son continue to ruin himself. Since there’s no hope for me.” He snatched the bottle of whiskey back from her before turning on his heel.

Once he was on the stoop he took a long pull from the bottle, not entirely sure what to do. Usually he would talk to Hunter, but Hunter was not in any state to be his emotional support right now. Plus, that would mean going back into the house. One more person crossed his mind, and he started making his way there before he had a chance to talk himself out of it.

[queendomauthorityarchived]

Mother's Day || Drabble

Stephanie McMahon Levesque did not usually sleep late. It was only 8 o’clock but even then, that was late compared to her usual half five wake up time. Her alarms weren’t set though and her husband had decided to let her sleep.

She’d woken up ten minutes ago though, to the smell of waffles and bacon and the sound of hushed whispers and giggles. It wasn’t hard to figure exactly what her girls, and with a quick glance beside her, her husband were up to. She couldn’t hear Kennedy but a glance at the clock and she knew he’d be up which meant Paul would have him.

Stretching out on the bed she turned over to look at the empty space beside her, cheeks blushing brightly as she thought back a few days to the night she and Paul and spent together. That had been their first night together in a long time and Stephanie still felt like her body was buzzing.

A noise in the doorway pulled her from her blissful thoughts and she quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. It was no secret that her daughter’s liked to wake her up with breakfast in bed and this year would be no different. She could hear the door open and the quiet giggles of her two youngest girls, Aurora whispering for them to be quiet and Kennedy’s semi toothless babbles. Only a moment passed before she felt three little bodies scrambling up onto the bed, little arms wrapping around her tightly. “Wake up Mommy!” Demanding voices encouraged and she fought a laugh as her eyes opened, waking up and yawning theatrically. She smiled brightly as she opened her eyes fully and saw the three smiling faces of her daughter’s sitting around her in bed. She glanced just behind them to see Paul setting down Kennedy, watching as he crawled his way up and between his sisters, shining blue eyes locked on hers. She scooped him up, holding him close and pressing a kiss to his forehead before she opened her arms again and pulled her daughter’s into a hug. She beamed as a chorus of ‘happy mother’s day’ sang out around her. They ate breakfast, Stephanie sharing the food with her children happily. They giggled happily, snuggling into Stephanie as best as each could until finally they had to get ready to go to lunch. They ignored their fathers request to get ready causing Stephanie to frown as she told them the same and they went off without question. Her mind reeled at the implications of the whole thing but put it away for a conversation at another time. She just focused on getting dressed this time, preparing for lunch with her own mother. Walking down the stairs she was pleasantly surprised, again. All three girls were dressed and apparently had a talking to about being polite and the such. She grabbed her things, and theirs, before turning to Paul and Kennedy, kissing her baby boy goodbye. She hesitated for a moment as she turned to Paul before smiling brightly and kissing him deeply. "Ew," could be heard from behind them and she pulled away with a laugh. She shook her head, turning back to her daughter's and ushering them out of the door. Holding their hands she felt her heart swell, she loved nothing more then being a mother and she hoped her children know just how much she'll always love them.

[phoenixhale]

Midnight Dip || Phoenix & Kellin

Phoenix had been itching to do something after work but never had she quite imagined those plans would include her ex. She had no problem with it. Phoenix rarely held grudges and one with someone she used to love sounded stupid. Besides Carmel was a small enough place that she ran into him often. She had learned to be around him without being with him. She threw some shorts and a shirt over her bathing suit and grabbed a towel and her bag as she made her way down to the beach. She texted Kellin to meet her there and she couldn't deny that she felt slightly nervous about hanging out with him. As she go to the beach she took her shirt off and threw it in her bag, awaiting for the boy to arrive as she tapped her fingers against her legs.

[marcusjenkinsbeater]

Magical Dates || Emma & Marcus

Marcus had to admit that he was pretty excited about going to Hogsmeade with Emma. Finally, he was getting somewhere with his advances. Plus, their friendship seemed to get better again. He hadn't known how much he'd actually missed the blonde witch. No one else really understood what it was like to basically grow up on a broom and know nothing else in life. Playing Quidditch was what they were supposed to do. Waiting in the Entrance Hall, he slightly tapped his foot on the floor as he waited for Emma so that they could go to Hogsmeade and have some fun.

[anders-blaine]

My Doom || Chaine

TAGGING → Blaine Anderson and Chase Anderson

LOCATION → Blaine’s bedroom

TIMEFRAME → Monday, June 24

NOTES → Blaine and Chase decide to watch Rent together but end up getting distracted.

Blaine had been sitting on his bed, going over some sheet music when a knock on the door brought a smile to his lips. Knowing who it'd be, he hopped off the bed and walked across the room to open it. His eyes immediately fell on the food and he could only grin at Chase's finishing touches. "If you get any more adorable you'll have to start paying for my dentist bills." He chuckled, pulling him into the room.

Chase blushed, smiling softly and going into Blaine's room."I'll just put you on my insurance." He chuckled, putting the tray on Blaine's table. Chase turned around and looked at his boyfriend."Come here.''

Blaine ruffled Chase's hair playfully as he walked past him. "You better." He smiled, shutting the door before going over to him.

Chase cupped Blaine's cheek and kissed him.

Blaine hummed against his lips, kissing him back, making it long and sweet.

Chase smiled against his lips for a few seconds. He pulled away."Love you."

Blaine grinned. "Love you, too." He kissed him again, his hands resting on Chase's waist. "So, what's first? Food or cuddles?"

Chase "Wanna try to manage both at the same time?" He grinned.

Blaine pretended to think about it for a while. "Sure, why not." He shrugged with a chuckle, gathering the papers on the bed and putting them away before climbing onto it. "Join me?"

Chase watched Blaine, smiling. He nodded and crawled on the bed, bringing the food with him.

Blaine sat back against the pillows, immediately reaching for a nugget and shoving it into his mouth. "I've always loved these."

Chase smiled, taking a smiley fry."Me too." He popped the fry into his mouth before kissing Blaine's cheek.

Blaine rested his head on Chase's shoulder, taking another nugget. "Why don't we cuddle, eat /and/ watch a movie? It's been a while since we've done that."

Chase smiled and nodded."What movie?"

Blaine bit his lip, looking at his DVD collection. "Oh. I know just the one." He smiled, heading over to the shelf.

Chase ate a nugget as he watched Blaine. He hummed to himself, wiggling his toes.

Blaine picked one out and popped it into the DVD player, returning to Chase's side before pressing play. "What do you say to Rent?" He looked at him.

Chase "I love Rent!" He smiled, now humming one of the songs.

Blaine chuckled quietly. "I know you do." He leaned in to kiss his cheek, stealing a fry and eating it.

Chase smiled, his eyes glued to the TV.

Blaine focused on the movie, still unable to stop himself from constantly stealing glances at Chase.

Chase sang along with the songs. He laid his head on Blaine's shoulder."We should sing Take Me or Leave Me together." He looked at Blaine, still smiling.

Blaine turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "And we shall. Maureen or Joanne?" He chuckled, giving Chase the option to choose first.

Chase "Maureen. You're more of a Joanne." He chuckled.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And why is that?"

Chase "Cause you like order and I like to flash people my butt."

Blaine laughed. "Fair enough, baby. But you better cut back on that flashing people thing. I'm kind of a jealous guy, you know." He nudged him lightly, smiling.

Chase chuckled."Maybe I'll just flash you my butt." He kissed Blaine's cheek.

Blaine narrowed his eyes playfully at him. "I would hope as much, mister."

Chase giggled. He picked up nugget and ate it."You wanna see my butt now?"

Blaine shook his head, laughing. "As much as I'd love to, I'll have to pass. No distractions from Rent if you please." He still chuckled.

Chase snorted, ruffling Blaine's hair."Well then.. if you don't want to see it now then you're never gonna see it again."

Blaine glanced at him. "Let me push you up against a wall again and we'll see for how long that lasts." He smirked faintly before looking back at the TV screen.

Chase looked over at Blaine, his eyes suddenly darker and mouth open a little. Flashbacks of their last night in Hawaii flashing through his mind."Oh."

Blaine chuckled. "I thought as much. Now, let's watch the movie?" He took another nugget, eating it calmly.

Chase "Or you can push me against the wall again," he said softly.

Blaine looked at him for a long moment. "Then play your cards right and I just might." He smiled, leaning in to take a fry, only to return to his place on the bed.

Chase bit his lip, nodding his head."Okay."

Blaine hummed and ate quietly, fighting back a grin.

Chase tore his eyes away from Blaine to look back at the TV.

Blaine turned to look at Chase after a while and raised an eyebrow. "You have some..." He said softly before reaching over, wiping a bit of ketchup off the corner of his boyfriend's mouth with his fingertip, only to suck it clean. "There." He smiled, giving his attention back to the movie.

Chase didn't even try to stop himself from whimpering. "Blaine," he pulled on Blaine's arm."Kiss me."

Blaine stopped to glance down at Chase's hand, slowly looking up at his face. "You forgot a little word, baby." He said, his voice slightly lower.

Chase "Kiss me please?" He looked at Blaine with wide eyes."Please." He said again.

Blaine grinned. "Much better." He whispered before leaning in, pressing his lips hard to Chase's.

Chase smiled against Blaine's lips before kissing him and cupping his cheek.

Blaine could only mirror Chase's smile when he felt it against his lips, swiping his tongue along his boyfriend's bottom lip before pulling away.

Chase pouted when he pulled away.

Blaine kissed his pout softly. "What's that pout for?"

Chase "Keep kissing me," he pulled on Blaine's arm again.

Blaine bit his lip. Pulling away from his grip, he grabbed the food and put it on the nightstand before moving onto Chase's lap, straddling his legs to face him. "Hi." He said softly.

Chase smiled, putting his hands on Blaine's hips."Hi."

Blaine kissed him softly, wrapping his arms around Chase's neck.

Chase kissed Blaine back, his hand on Blaine's cheek.

Blaine sighed contently into the kiss, letting their lips slowly slide together.

Chase nipped on Blaine's bottom lip, tugging on his hair.

Blaine let out a low moan, moving a hand to cup the back of Chase's neck.

Chase started to pull away slowly, pulling on Blaine's bottom lip as he did.

Blaine shuddered. "Who's being the tease now?" He chuckled, slightly breathless.

Chase "Still you." He smiled.

Blaine ran his fingers through Chase's hair. "You love it, though."

Chase "I do. I really do." He pressed a kiss to Blaine's jaw.

Blaine closed his eyes and smiled, leaning into it. "I know."

Chase rolled his eyes, kissing his jaw again.

Blaine gently grabbed his brother's chin, looking into his eyes. "And what was that for?" He asked, amused.

Chase "The kiss?" He asked innocently.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You rolling your eyes at me. How rude, baby." He bit his lip, preventing a smile.

Chase "I'm sorry." He said softly, keeping his eyes locked with Blaine's.

Blaine hummed, leaning closer. "Maybe I'll accept that apology. Or maybe I should punish you instead?" He whispered against his lips, running his tongue along Chase's lower one.

Chase "If you feel like you have to punish me.. you should." He said softly. Chase licked his lips after Blaine ran his tongue over the bottom one.

Blaine pushed Chase's curls back, threading his fingers through them. "What if I said... you can't touch me? At all." He pecked him lightly on the lips. "Not even kiss me back."

Chase "W-Why would you do that?" He whispered, already getting desperate. Just the though of not being able to touch Blaine, made Chase go crazy.

Blaine smirked faintly. "Starting now." He grabbed Chase's hands gently and pulled them away from his body.

Chase looked at Blaine with a kicked puppy look."You're evil."

Blaine chuckled quietly. "And yet, you love me. Go figure." He kissed him again, his tongue darting out to lick at his brother's mouth.

Chase closed his eyes, soft sigh escaping his lips.

Blaine smiled, moving down to press his lips to Chase's jaw. "Doing well so far." He murmured, slipping a hand under his boyfriend's shirt and letting it wander up his stomach.

Chase put his hand on Blaine's wrist."Not there." He whispered.

Blaine looked up at him through his eyelashes. "Why?"

Chase bit his lip and then took his hand off Blaine, poking his own stomach."Cause it got bigger."

Blaine shook his head, leaning in for another kiss. "I saw you naked last Sunday, baby. You're beautiful."

Chase blushed and nodded."Okay. You can.. keep going. I'm sorry."

Blaine smiled softly. "And I love every..." He dragged his nails down Chase's chest."...little bit of you."

Chase bit his lip, watching Blaine.

Blaine started to kiss down his neck. "A lot." He found his pulse point and slowly sucked a mark onto his skin.

Chase put his hands on Blaine's shoulders, forgetting that he couldn't touch his boyfriend. He moaned softly.

Blaine immediately pushed Chase's hands away. "What did I tell you, baby? Or do you want me to stop?" He raised an eyebrow.

Chase "No. Please don't stop." He moved his hands and put them to his sides.

Blaine bit back a smirk. "Good." He lowered his head to smooth the bruise with his tongue before grabbing Chase's shirt and pulling it off.

Chase bit his bottom lip hard. He looked at Blaine."Wait... Kiss me? Please?"

Blaine ran his hands down Chase's chest. "Only because you asked so nicely. And no kissing back, remember?" He said before kissing him hard.

Chase grinned, letting Blaine kiss him."Love you."

Blaine smiled, gripping the waistband of Chase's pants and saying softly, "Love you too, C."

Chase lifted his hips so Blaine could take his pants off.

Blaine slowly pulled them down, making sure to drag his nails down his legs before tossing them aside.

Chase "When can I touch you?" He asked, his voice rough.

Blaine smiled sweetly. "When I say so." Leaning down, he took one of his nipples into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it.

Chase whined."Can you say so now? I just... want to put my hands in your hair. Please."

Blaine hummed against his skin. "Not yet, baby." He moved his mouth to give the same attention to the other one.

Chase whined again, he grabbed the sheet so he could hold on to something."You're going to kill me."

Blaine "Far from it." He whispered, pressing open mouth kisses down Chase's chest, stopping at the waistband of his underwear and dragging his tongue along the skin just above it.

Chase sighed, looking a little grumpy before feeling Blaine's tongue."Oh.."

Blaine chuckled quietly. "Yes?" He hooked his fingers on the waistband before moving to tug it off.

Chase. lifted his hips, helping Blaine."I like when you're down there." He smirked.

Blaine "Well, lucky for you, I love being down here." He attached his lips to Chase's hip, not wasting time to suck a mark onto it, too.

Chase bit his lip to hold back a moan. He pulled on the sheet , trying not to touch Blaine.

Blaine dragged his nails down Chase's inner thighs. "I wanna hear you."

Chase whined."Someone will hear us."

Blaine smiled. "Mom and Dad aren't home yet. And the others... it's not like they don't know." He leaned down, swiping his tongue slowly along his brother's length.

Chase moaned, not holding back anymore."Please, let me touch you. Please." He begged.

Blaine smirked, wrapping his fingers around his boyfriend's cock and sucking its head gently into his mouth.

Chase "You're a fucking porn star, Bee." He said before moaning. He put his hand in his boyfriend's hair, pulling on his curls.

Blaine grabbed Chase's wrist, only to lace their fingers together. "I don't remember saying you could touch me yet."

Chase whimpered."I- I'm sorry."

Blaine smiled and considered him for a moment before crawling up his body and whispering. "Kiss me."

Chase leaned in and kissed Blaine hard, crashing their lips together.

Blaine straddled his waist and kissed him back, moaning into his mouth.

Chase just kissed Blaine harder, one hand in his hair.

Blaine slowly pulled away, nuzzling their noses together. "Think I've made you wait long enough, baby?"

Chase smiled, pressing his lips to Blaine's."Love you."

Blaine hummed against his lips. "Love you, too. But... I want you to do something else for me."

Chase "What do you want me to do?" He asked, his voice soft.

Blaine leaned in to say quietly by his ear. "Fuck my mouth again." He kissed Chase's neck almost lazily.

Chase nodded his head quickly."Yeah.. yeah okay."

Blaine smiled, moving to settled between his legs again. "Wanna taste you." He muttered, teasing his length with his tongue.

Chase groaned, slightly tilting his head back .''Such a tease, baby."

Blaine smirked and looked up at Chase as he slowly took him in his mouth.

Chase moaned, his hips bucking up into Blaine's mouth."So good, Bee."

Blaine groaned around him, bobbing his head in time with the movements of Chase's hips.

Chase moaned, his hands in Blaine's hair as he continued to move his hips.

Blaine pressed his tongue against him and dragged his nails up his brother's thighs.

Chase whined, closing his eyes."How did you get so good with your mouth?" He asked, gasping in the middle of his sentence.

Blaine smiled faintly around his length, shifting as his hand made its way up to tease at his brother's entrance with his fingertip.

Chase pulled on Blaine's hair, feeling his finger."Bee," he whined."Please."

Blaine brought his hand up to Chase's lips, willing him to suck on his fingers, his mouth still working around him.

Chase took Blaine's fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking at them with his eyes locked with Blaine's.

Blaine pulled away with a loud moan. "Chase." He sat up to pull off his own shirt before slipping his fingers between his boyfriend's legs and teasing again. "Are you still sore from yesterday, baby?"

Chase shook his head, sucking on his lower lip. He was still a little sore but he was scared Blaine would stop if he told him. Plus... Chase didn't mind the pain.. thought it could be hot.

Blaine leaned down to kiss him hard. "Because I planned on having you come in my mouth. But right now I really want to fuck you into this mattress." He looked into his eyes, his own softening slightly. "But I don't want to hurt you."

Chase kissed Blaine back, his hand going into his hair. He played with the curls as Blaine spoke."You won't hurt me." He said softly."I promise if you do I'll tell you." Chase pulled Blaine's curls before kissing him.

Blaine looked at him for a while before nodding, kissing him back passionately as he slid his finger into him.

Chase kept his lips close to Blaine's, barely touching. One finger didn't hurt, which was good. Chase firmly pressed his lips to Blaine's.

Blaine didn't take his eyes off of Chase, taking in his reaction and feeling slightly nervous about the possibility of hurting his boyfriend. He hummed against his lips, kissing him, his finger moving in and out of him at a slow rhythm.

Chase moaned softly against Blaine's lips."You can add another." He said, looking into Blaine's eyes, making sure his boyfriend knew it was okay.

Blaine was about to question his words but Chase's look was enough to assure him to go on, soon adding a second finger and letting out a low groan at the feeling.

Chase sucked in some air. He bit his lip, adding the second finger hurt a little. But it was nothing he couldn't take.

Blaine pressed his lips gently along Chase's jaw, moving his hand slowly. "You okay, baby?"

Chase closed his eyes."I'm okay." He opened his eyes to look at his boyfriend.

Blaine smiled and continued to kiss down his neck, finding a steady pace for his fingers. "Did I ever tell you how good you feel?" He asked softly.

Chase hummed."A few times." He smiled softly. Chase tugged on one of Blaine's curls."Kiss me?"

Blaine whispered. "Always." He didn't hesitate to press his lips to Chase's while crooking his fingers in search of his prostate.

Chase moaned loudly, arching his back and throwing his head back once Blaine found his prostate.

Blaine groaned. "I love seeing you like this." He whispered, running his tongue up Chase's neck and over his Adam's apple, his fingers constantly brushing that spot.

Chase moaned again, keeping his head back. His toes curling every time Blaine hit that spot."Add another? Please, Blaine. Please. Need another." He begged.

Blaine shifted, feeling more uncomfortable in his jeans by the second as a third finger joined the others, his lips working on sucking a mark onto Chase's neck.

Chase reached for Blaine's jeans, his hand brushing against Blaine's erection. He smirked before finally unbuttoning his boyfriend's jeans.

Blaine gasped and rolled his hips into his brother's touch, letting out a soft moan as he lifted his head and their eyes met.

Chase "Get out of these, baby. I wanna see you." He licked his lips, looking at Blaine.

Blaine bit his lip before pulling his hand away, sitting up to quickly pull off his jeans and underwear, sighing in relief as he did so.

Chase smiled, pulling Blaine down to kiss him."Love you."

Blaine kissed him back with a happy sigh. "Love you, too. So much." He stared at him for a while before reaching into his nightstand and pulling out the small bottle.

Chase relaxed against the bed, his hands on Blaine's chest.

Blaine slicked himself up and leaned down, hovering over him. "You sure, baby?"

Chase nodded."I'm sure." He dragged his nails down Blaine's chest.

Blaine groaned at the feeling and pressed their lips together, slowly pushing himself into him.

Chase moved his hands to grip Blaine's shoulders. He whined, feeling Blaine pushing in. It hurt more than his fingers, but the pain wasn't unbearable. He dug his nails into his brother's shoulders.

Blaine inhaled sharply as Chase's nails sank into his skin and closed his eyes, pressing their foreheads together while forcing himself to stay still and not thrust completely into him, giving his boyfriend time to adjust.

Chase kissed Blaine."Come on, Bee. I won't break." He whispered.

Blaine smiled faintly against his lips and suddenly moved his hips, bottoming out with a low whine.

Chase moaned loudly, clawing at Blaine's back.

Blaine gasped. "Chase." He let out a groan with each shallow thrust.

Chase wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist."More."

Blaine tangled his fingers in his boyfriend's hair, picking up the pace of his hips.

Chase cried out, his back arching."Fuck yes." He breathed out.

Blaine suddenly slowed down, eyes wide as he heard voices from the other side of the door.

Chase looked at Blaine with wide eyes. He looked at the door and then back to Blaine."Are they home?"

Blaine swallowed thickly. "I... Yeah. I think so." He whispered, rolling his hips against him tentatively.

Chase moaned softly. He bit his lip."I won't be able to stay quiet.''

Blaine groaned. "Can't stop now, baby." He kissed him hard, soon returning to his previous pace.

Chase kept his lips to Blaine's, hoping that would help him keep quiet."Please," he whispered against his lips.

Blaine bit back a moan and took his hand off of Chase's hair, using it to cover his boyfriend's mouth instead as their eyes locked together. "Shh."

Chase looked at Blaine with dark, wide eyes. He nodded his head.

Blaine panted, shifting slightly in search of his brother's prostate, his eyes never leaving Chase's.

Chase squeezed his eyes shut, a muffled scream and his back arched when Blaine found his prostate.

Blaine buried his face in Chase's neck, trying to hold back a groan. "So good, baby." He said, barely above a whisper, hitting that spot with every thrust, his hand still securely over his mouth.

Chase started to shake from not being able to scream and moan. He came without warning, fast and hard, his eyes rolling back as he shook harder.

Blaine bit down hard on his brother's neck, taking him only seconds to follow Chase over the edge, his body shuddering as he did his best to keep quiet.

Chase still shook, his orgasm so intense. He whimpered.

Blaine practically collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily against his neck as he slowly pulled his hand away.

Chase "S-Shit." He whispered, his shakes starting to stop.

Blaine failed to stop a low moan while brushing his lips against Chase's jaw.

Chase whimpered, putting his hand in Blaine's hair."I... you're so good, baby.''

Blaine kissed him lazily for a while. "All your fault." He chuckled, still breathless.

Chase "All my fault you fucked me so hard." He smiled softly.

Blaine hummed and nuzzled their noses together, his eyes bright. "Yes. Because I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you."

Chase looked into Blaine's eyes, still smiling."I love you.''

Blaine kissed him softly. "I love you, too." He fell silent for some time, eyes on Chase's. "And I've never loved anyone as much as I love you."

Chase smiled, cupping Blaine's cheek. "I love you so much."

Blaine leaned into his touch with a loving smile. "Sometimes I wonder if that'll ever not make me smile."

Chase kissed him softly."When it doesn't make you smile I think we might be doing something wrong."

Blaine "Let's hope that never happens." He kissed him one more time before slowly pulling out of him with a groan.

Chase whined, clenching around nothing."Let's hope."

Blaine sighed, threading his fingers through Chase's curls. "You shouldn't be this hot, baby." He said softly.

Chase "I can't help how I am." He smirked.

Blaine "My doom." He chuckled, kissing his jaw. "Especially after I fuck you senseless." He smirked in turn.

Chase bit his lip."I love when you talk like that."

Blaine "I know." He traced Chase's lip with his fingertip. "I had never imagined you were one for dirty talk." He teased.

Chase licked his lips, catching Blaine's finger."Baby, I'm into a lot of things you would never imagine."

Blaine stared at Chase's mouth for a bit too long. "I... I want to know. The things you're into." He looked back into his eyes.

Chase bit his lip, thinking."I want you to tie me down.''

Blaine "Oh." He swallowed thickly, staring at him intensely.

Chase nodded."I.. I want you to completely dominate me one day. I want you to order me around and have me call you sir."

Blaine "That... that sounds..." He stuttered softly, licking his suddenly dry lips.

Chase "Like something you'd like to do?" He asked, hopeful.

Blaine kissed him slowly, gripping his hair. "...really hot. Yes." He breathed out.

Chase "I really want to ride you too." He smiled against Blaine's lips."I'd ride you so hard, baby. You wouldn't have to do anything just let me do the work.''

Blaine closed his eyes, his hands cupping both sides of his brother's neck. "Fuck, Chase. I want you to."

Chase "God, baby. If I wasn't so fucking sore. I'd flip up over." He kissed Blaine."I'd flip us over and press you into the mattress and ride you. I'd go slow at first, then speed up and just when we're about to come I'll stop and go slow." Chase smirked.

Blaine groaned into the kiss. "God, please. You feel so good around me, baby. I want that. For as long as we can take it." He whispered against his lips, his fist tight in his boyfriend's hair, licking his own lips again. "This is too soon for me to get hard again, C."

Chase looked at him with dark eyes. "Lay back for me, baby." He whispered.

Blaine blinked down at him slowly, his voice low. "I... okay," were the only words he could say at the look in his eyes before rolling over and laying on his back.

Chase kissed Blaine sweetly."I'm not going to ride you," he said with a hint of sadness. "But I will suck you." He flashed Blaine a smirk before going right to Blaine's length and licking over the head.

Blaine tilted his head back. "Oh god." He let out a whimper, feeling more sensitive than usual after what they had just done.

Chase cupped Blaine's hip. He didn't waste anymore time, he took Blaine into his mouth, being as careful as he could.

Blaine moaned, feeling himself grow harder in his boyfriend's mouth. "Come on, C. I won't break." He smirked faintly, his voice rough awhile repeating what Chase had said not too long before.

Chase tried not to rolled his eyes but failed. He gripped Blaine's hips and started to bob his head, his tongue licking over the head. Chase kept his eyes on Blaine though, watching his face.

Blaine tugged lightly on Chase's curls and his chuckle was cut off by another moan once his boyfriend began working around him. He fought to keep his eyes open, not taking them off of Chase's.

Chase continued to work on Blaine. He relaxed his throat, taking Blaine deeper into his mouth and moaning around him.

Blaine tossed his head back. "T-that mouth... shit, baby." He whined, not caring about how loud he was being.

Chase hallowed his cheeks, looking up at Blaine. He moaned around him again.

Blaine cried out, still feeling oversensitive as all the sensations started to become too much for him. "C-Chase..." He mumbled before arching his back completely off the bed as he came hard into his mouth, without warning.

Chase swallowed everything Blaine gave him. He pulled off with a pop and licked his lips.

Blaine fell back onto the mattress with a whimper and blinked down at Chase a few times, almost lazy. His eyes slowly slid shut and he loosened his grip on his brother's hair, his breathing quickly slowing down.

Chase 's eyebrows shot up as he looked at Blaine. His shocked look was replaced with a softer look. He pressed his lips to Blaine's cheeks, then his nose and then finally his lips.

Blaine didn't react, laying still for a couple of minutes before shifting slightly in his place. With a soft groan, his eyes fluttered open and he once again blinked, a look of confusion clear in his face at finding Chase so close.

Chase "Welcome back." He said softly.

Blaine stared at him for a little while longer. "I... what?" He whispered.

Chase "You passed out." Chase said simply."It happens."

Blaine 's eyes widened and he felt his own cheeks flush a bit. "Oh."

Chase smiled softly."It's okay. Like I said.. It happens, baby.''

Blaine bit his lip. "That was just... wow." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

Chase "I'm just that good with my mouth I guess.''

Blaine chuckled, still not moving. "Now that's the understatement of the year."

Chase smiled and kissed his cheek."I love you."

Blaine sighed softly. "Love you, too.

Chase kissed him sweetly."Go to sleep, baby."

Blaine kissed him back, keeping his eyes closed. "I think you broke me." He chuckled tiredly.

Chase "I wanna break you more often." He whispered. Chase kissed him again."Night, Bee."

Blaine smiled. "Cuddle me." He mumbled before quickly drifting off to sleep.

Chase smiled to himself. He wrapped his arms around Blaine and kissed his shoulder before falling asleep.

[santana-at-dobry]

Movie Date || Huntana

Santana smiled at her phone. While she may not be attracted to him, Hunter was one of her favourite people and she enjoyed spending time with him. She knew she should stay in bed, but she could always lay on Hunter's instead. She grabbed painkillers from her side drawer and her car keys. She could easily walk to his dorm as their schools were basically right next to each other but she didn't want to move for too long. She picked up Lord T and carried him to her car. Getting in herself, she drove to the other campus. 

When she got there, she realised knocking whilst holding the giant beast was not going to be easy, so she ended up kicking the door, waiting for an answer. She shook her head, laughing at herself and what a state she must look in sweats, no make up and carrying a giant cat.