#they get to the hotel and dew fucks him into tomorrow

[riconas]

Aeon trying a new move on stage and unexpectedly turning someone on…

Fun ensues..

i wrote this FAST. i hope it's alright!

tags: blowjobs, face fucking, the one move bug does during mummy dust (you know the one)

He doesn't mean for it to happen. He'd slept wrong the night before, and his shoulder is sore today, and it's just a moment, really, how bad can it be? Papa won't notice if he props his guitar on his knee for a second, right? The Fantomens are so heavy, too, and Aeon's really not that much bigger than Dew. It's just to take the edge off, honestly. No biggie.

Just so happens that Rain's right beside him. Just so happens that Rain stares and stares, and stares even after he's gone back to playing the Correct Way. He doesn't tear his eyes away, even with Dew pretending to jack himself off on his side of the stage, and that's suspicious because Aeon knows Rain loves to watch Dew jack off.

And Rain sticks to him after that. Leans over his shoulder, tall beanstalk that he is, and tucks his chin against Aeon's neck. Bonks his helmet a couple of times, like he's trying to kiss him, or lick the back of his head.

Aeon doesn't mind the attention. He loves it, in fact. Presses back against Rain, tips his head onto Rain's shoulder, rubs his back against Rain's chest like a cat on a scratching pole. Pushes his hips nice and firm to the front of Rain's pants, and—

"Aeon," Rain warns.

Between the clicking of the metronome in his earpiece and the earth shaking blare of the amps, Aeon barely hears him. He feels him, rather, a gentle vibration in Rain's chest. The urge to purr is overpowering.

He is, unfortunately, far more distracted by the fact that Rain is hard.

"Yeah," he says, even though there's no way Rain can hear him. He pushes back again, and—oh, Rain's grinding against him, humping his ass in subtle circles, pushing that erection into the small of his back. He groans, mind blanking, fingers moving on his fretboard automatically now.

"Later," Rain growls in his ear, and it's a threat. "Wait for me."

Aeon's knees threaten to buckle.

The rest of the ritual passes by in a blur. He kneels for Dew, teases Papa, tosses a setlist to a very nice audience member in exchange for a pretty flower. He gives the flower to Aurora, who pats his helmet and blows him a kiss in thanks. Swiss smacks his ass, as usual, which doesn't help hide his raging boner in the slightest. Cumulus pretends to accidentally step on his toes, which does help, but only slightly.

He stands next to Rain in the lineup. Rain doesn't so much as glance at him, so Aeon tears his eyes away from the bulge in Rain's pants. They bow, and bow again, and when they run off backstage, Rain doesn't let go of his hand.

Aeon wants.

"On your knees," Rain demands, the moment they're back in their dressing room and the door is securely locked, masks and balaclavas strewn aside in a very disrespecting-Papa manner. Aeon drops to the carpet just in front of the door.

From his perch at the dresser, Dew raises his eyebrow. "What did he do?"

"He knows what he did."

Rain's pants are tight. Aeon fumbles with the laces, undoing them with fingers that should definitely be more dextrous than this, and tugs his pants down just enough to free his cock. It springs up in his face, stiff and leaking. He wraps his hands around the base, licks his lips, and swallows him down to the hilt.

"Shit," Rain groans. "Wanted this since you pulled that stupid move. Wanted to put you on your knees right there in front if everyone."

"He's a good boy," Dew says, and now there's a smirk in his voice, an undertone of mischief. He walks over slowly, slow enough that his shadow grows on the ground in front of Aeon, and threads his fingers through Aeon's hair so he can push it back, out of his face. "Aren't you, bug? Gonna let Rainy fuck your face?"

He says it so casually. Aeon blinks, and nods. The sound of Rain's cock moving in his throat is wet, sloppy. He takes Rain's hand and puts it on the back of his head in encouragement.

Dew slaps his cheek gently, feeling for the shape of Rain's dick inside his mouth. "Do it."

Rain thrusts, and Aeon gags. He forgets how big Rain really is, how it feels when he forces his way down Aeon's throat, past that tight ring of resistance. Aeon won't say he's the best at giving blowjobs, but he'd like to think he's decent, at least. He'd like to believe the sounds Rain's making are because of him.

"Deeper," Rain orders. "Relax your throat. You can take it deeper."

He massages the sides of Aeon's neck, coaxing him to let go. Determined and insistent. Aeon closes his eyes, braces his hands on Rain's thighs, and swallows.

"Fuck!" Rain shouts, then presses the back of his hand to his own mouth, muffling himself. "Fuck, just like that. Again, Aeon, good boy—"

Oh, Aeon is ruined. He's addicted. He can't get enough. He's going to pull that move at every ritual after this, going to pull it when they rehearse at the Abbey, just for the chance to get Rain like this again. He hears the delighted chime of Dew's laugh, a hot palm at the back of his neck.

Dew's next, he realises, with no small amount of satisfaction.

"You like that, don't you?" Dew asks, hands roving all over his face, all over his chest. "Back up a little. Against the wall, just like that."

Pressed to the wall like this, Aeon is cornered. He could gag, choke, push Rain's hips away, but he wouldn't be able to escape. He's almost ashamed how much it turns him on.

"Gonna cum in your mouth," Rain breathes, and Aeon has just enough time to take a deep breath through his nose before the first drops hit his tongue, warm and salty and so very good. He gazes up at Rain through his lashes as his throat works to swallow, blinking reflex tears out of his eyes. He wants to hear it again.

Rain yanks him off his dick the second he starts to soften.

"You came so quick," Dew says to Rain, never taking his eyes off Aeon. "Is his mouth really that good?"

They're talking about Aeon like he isn't even there. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him feel some kind of way.

Aeon paws at Rain's pants. "I am right here."

Rain ignores him. "See for yourself," he replies, petting over Aeon's sweaty head. To Aeon, he says: "You'd better have swallowed all of that. I don't want to see a single drop on the floor."

Aeon nods. He's feeling s little lightheaded from holding his breath for so long. He starts to clamber to his feet, but Dew stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

"My turn," he says, his voice steely.

Rain hisses, pulling Aeon up by the arm. At some point between Aeon swallowing and Dew ogling, he must have pulled his pants up. "No. You'll get your turn later. Come, Aeon. Let's get you cleaned up."

Still reeling, Aeon lets himself be let out to the showers, feet dragging before his brain catches up. Dew stares as he goes, an unspoken promise in his eyes.

"You okay?" Rain murmurs, once they're out of earshot. "I was pretty rough."

"All good," Aeon says, albeit a little hoarsely.

Maybe, if he's lucky, Papa will let him room with Dew.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Are You Really Okay? - A DewTom One Shot

They tried to lean forwards for another kiss, sliding forward off the bed to straddle Dew. “No, Phantom. I called red.” Dew said while wriggling out from under Phantom. The hurt in Phantom’s eyes carved a hole in Dew’s chest. “You’re always so good for me, my perfect girl.” He cupped their tear and snot striped face in his hands, “But I’m not comfortable doing anything right now. Not until you tell me what the problem is.” “It’s not me who has a fucking problem!” Phantom blurted out, practically shouting it and they both froze. Phantom never raised their voice. Or, What Dew and Phantom thought was going to be their average hotel night whilst on tour, turns into a much needed conversation neither will soon forget.

Words: 1462

Rating: Mature (it does start off spicy)

Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, self-harm (discussed not shown), starts spicy but leads elsewhere, safeword use, they/them Phantom, confrontations, Phantom wears a dress and also gets called a 'good girl', grief/mourning, Dew and Phantom need hugs, scars.

A/n: Both Dew and Phantom's anatomies are left ambiguous here because ultimately, it doesn't matter. It can be whatever you want! Mind the tags and enjoy!

Title taken from 'Are You Really Okay?' by Sleep Token. I would say it does sort of set the vibe for the story as well.

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    Dew didn’t know what city they were in, and his brain was too fuzzy to remember how Papa had addressed the crowd just hours before. It was their day off tomorrow, so they were in a hotel tonight. The pack had been out clubbing, and after many intoxicating substances, they all split off to make the most of the space and privacy that a hotel afforded but a tour bus did not.

    Dew had been staring at Phantom all day. From the moment he noticed them wearing one of Rory’s crop tops to soundcheck, their lovely little curves as they warmed up and seeing that nimble body on stage. When they all showered and changed for their night out, Dew nearly went weak in the knees when he saw Phantom in a tight little black dress that started just under their armpits and ended just below their butt.

    So, Dew didn’t know what city he was in, and he didn’t care. All he cared about was that Phantom was finally under him in the hotel room.

    Both still fully clothed and hands flying all over each other’s bodies. Their lips were melding together in a filthy kiss that was more fang and tongue than anything, Phantom desperately gripping handfuls of Dew’s black dress shirt which he had purposefully left rather open the whole night, his tattoos and piercings on display for all to see and it had achieved its goal of driving Phantom mad.

    “Calm down, Bug, I’m not going anywhere.” Dew chuckled against Phantom’s lips.

    Phantom whined, “Please. Need you.” they said, untucking Dew’s shirt out of his waistband and trying to undo what few buttons he did actually fasten.

    “I’ve got you, baby. Gonna take good care of you, yeah?” Dew said, moving to kiss down Phantom’s neck and purposefully focusing on a spot in the junction of their neck and shoulder, intent on leaving a mark there.

    When Phantom had finished with the final button, Dew helped get the shirt off his shoulders and thrown in a heap on the floor. He pulled back a moment to start working on his belt, and Phantom’s legs wrapped tight around his waist.

    “No, don’t leave me.”

    Dew saw a certain desperation in Phantom’s eyes that he usually only saw when they had been going for a while or doing more intense scenes, and this was neither.

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    “Phantom.” Dew threw his belt to the floor and cupped one side of their jaw in his calloused palm, “Are you okay? What’s your colour, Bat?”

    “Green, so fucking green. Please, need you.” Phantom said immediately.

    “You’ll tell me if that changes, yeah?” Dew asked, face fully serious, no amount of anything would ever stop Dew from making sure they were comfortable.

    “Yes, now please-“ Phantom cut themself off by launching their mouth back against Dew’s causing him to chuckle low in his throat.

    Dew rolled up what little of Phantom’s dress covered of their lower half, providing a more direct point of contact for the two. Phantom started panting and squirming against Dew, making his own interest pique. Phantom was also letting delicious little moans and whimpers fall out and Dew swallowed as many as he could. He put a hand on each side of Phantom’s torso and bracketed them in. Phantom’s hands went to each of Dew’s forearms and they kept letting little whines fall out as their claws skirted across the uneven skin.

    “So fucking gorgeous. All for me.” Dew said.

    “Yours, all yours.” Phantom affirmed, their feet kicking at Dew’s waistband to get it to budge.

    “Be patient, Bat. I’ve waited all day for this, we don’t want it to be over too quick do we?”

    “Fuck, please! Need you. Don’t ever want to go a second without you, I can’t. Please!” Phantom said, tears starting to bead on their lashes.

    Dew’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight, knowing something was wrong, but Phantom’s deft fingers were already fussing with Dew’s button and zipper, pushing right against where he’d been burning for them all day.

    “Bug-“

    “Shut up, please. Want- need you. Dewy, please.” Phantom was practically sobbing. And Dew sobered immediately, anxiety churning deep in his stomach and smothering the flames that had been steadily growing all day.

    “No. Bug, no. I’m calling red.”

    Dew backed away enough so his core was out of Phantom’s reach.

    “No! Dew, please. I need you so bad.” They were sobbing now.

    “Not when you’re like this.” Dew said, grabbing Phantom’s hands and bringing them to sit up on the edge of the bed, fixing the short dress back down and cover up what little it could. He knelt down on the floor before them, “Something’s up with you, what is it?”

    “Nothing, I promise!” Well that wasn’t convincing at all, “I’m just horny, I just need you, please! Wanna be good for you, wanna be your good girl.”

    They tried to lean forwards for another kiss, sliding forward off the bed to straddle Dew.

    “No, Phantom. I called red.” Dew said while wriggling out from under Phantom.

    The hurt in Phantom’s eyes carved a hole in Dew’s chest.

    “You’re always so good for me, my perfect girl.” He cupped their tear and snot striped face in his hands, “But I’m not comfortable doing anything right now. Not until you tell me what the problem is.”

    “It’s not me who has a fucking problem!” Phantom blurted out, practically shouting it and they both froze. Phantom never raised their voice.

    “Wh- what do you mean?” Dew asked, his hands dropping from their face.

    Phantom took a deep breath, steadying their voice against their tears, “We’ve all noticed. It feels like we’re watching you wither away. I can’t lose you.” They rambled.

    Dew’s mind immediately understood. He wasn’t exactly making any effort to hide it, but he was hoping no one would notice.

    “I can’t help it.” Dew said, backing away in shame as his arms wrapped around his own torso.

    “So let us help. Don’t leave us, please.” Phantom begged, crawling over to be face to face with Dew and taking his hand, holding it tight to their chest and putting all his fresh little scars on full display.

    “I’m sorry, it’s the only thing that feels right. It’s the only pain I can control.”

    Dew’s soul had been in a torrent of hurt since Aether was forced back to Hell, and it had taken a long time for Dew to even accept simply living in the same space as Phantom. But he had gotten over it and gotten better. Or so he thought. It was about a month into the tour when Dew got off stage and instinctively searched for Aether. And in a terribly glorious moment where he completely forgot, he panicked and spiralled thinking that something had happened to Aether, terrified that he couldn’t see his mate. Of course something had happened, it was just months prior.

    Since then, Dew had fallen back into his habit of self-harming. He didn’t really know what the goal was, if he wanted to live on, if he just wanted some pain to remind him he was alive. It was just the only thing he could think of doing to fill the void that Aether had left.

    “You can’t leave us. You can’t leave me.” Phantom said, “I finally have you, you’re in my very soul. I won’t loose you.”

    Dew choked on his tongue as he felt the unbridled emotions filling the shitty little hotel room in who-fucking-knows-where.

    “Please, Dew.” Phantom begged, “Stop hurting yourself. It’s hurting all of us too.”

    And if that didn’t cut deeper then any blade Dew had put to his skin.

    “Bat, I-“

    “We all love you.” Phantom said, before putting a gentle kiss to one of Dew’s new scars, “We’re all here for you.” Another kiss, “Just let us help you.” Another kiss.

    Phantom went along Dew’s arms and torso and kissed each and every mark, laving it with the love Dew hadn’t shown himself for a while.

    “I’m sorry, Bat. I’m so sorry.” Dew said, pulling Phantom in for a bone crushing hug that they returned. It felt as though they thought he would fade away at any moment, and that just made Dew hold on tighter.

    “I’ll try, I promise. I’m sorry.” Dew repeated like a mantra.

    “We all love you so much, Dewy. I love you so much.” Phantom cried, kissing whatever they could reach without loosening their hold, “Please never forget that.”

    “I’ll try, I promise I’ll try.” Dew swore.

    And he meant it. With all his heart, with all the love he had for his pack, current and lost, he meant it. He could only hope he wouldn’t be too weak to let everyone down.

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[ghoul-slime]

Parallel

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,542

Pairing: Aether/Dew, Swiss/Rain

Tags: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, morning sex, anal fingering, anal sex, dirty talk, implied polyghouls

Summary: Just as Aether tries bargaining with Dew again, a muffled sound from the bunk below catches his attention.

A whine, pitched high and feminine. Unmistakable in the early morning quiet of the bus. Another whine, louder this time, has Dew’s eye cracking open. He’s fully alert now. He glances at Aether who stares back at Dew, brow quirked.

“Sounds like Swiss and Rain are already up,” Aether observes. That gets Dew’s attention. Aether can feel his pulse quicken beneath his hands. They both go silent. Listening.

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Aether wakes first, the rhythmic rumbling of bus tires on pavement and soft morning light spilling through the edges of the bunk curtain reminding him that they’re still out on the road. Dew is tucked into his side, wedged between Aether’s body and the wall of the bus, head snuggled into Aether’s shoulder and breathing softly. Aether checks his phone, they have just about an hour until the bus arrives at the next venue. They’d driven through the night and Aether’s body is tired, bones sore from so many days crammed into a tiny tour bus bunk. Dew has long abandoned his own bunk in favor of curling up with Aether, and despite the cramped conditions, he doesn’t mind. Aether loves waking up with Dew in his arms every morning.

As much as he’d like to lay in bed and revel in Dew’s peaceful, sleeping form, he knows that once they arrive at the venue it’s gonna be all hands on deck. Hauling gear, moving into dressing rooms, and getting ready for sound check. With a groan he curls in on Dew, kissing the top of his head and gently rocking the little ghoul awake.

Dew groans, scrunches up his nose, and buries his face further into Aether’s side.

“C’mon Dew, time to get up,” Aether murmurs into Dew’s hair, blond locks scooped up into a messy bun high on his head. Getting to enjoy Dew’s bedhead was just another reason Aether couldn’t complain about the little ghoul taking over half of his bunk every night. He kisses the top of Dew’s head again and breathes in Dew’s warm scent.

“Ugh,” Dew croaks into Aether’s shoulder. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he whines, gripping Aether’s shirt and rubbing his face into his broad chest. Dew sounds as exhausted as Aether feels.

“C’mon Dew, get up and I’ll make coffee,” Aether tries again, unable to mask the tired sound of his own voice. “One more show and we’re off tomorrow. We can sleep in late in a nice big hotel bed.” Aether wraps his arms around Dew’s middle and tries to sound convincing, peppering his face with more kisses in an attempt to rouse the little ghoul who only grumbles further into his chest.

Just as Aether tries bargaining with Dew again, a muffled sound from the bunk below catches his attention.

A whine, pitched high and feminine. Unmistakable in the early morning quiet of the bus. Another whine, louder this time, has Dew’s eye cracking open. He’s fully alert now. He glances at Aether who stares back at Dew, brow quirked.

“Sounds like Swiss and Rain are already up,” Aether observes, a smile breaking out across his face. That gets Dew’s attention. Aether can feel his pulse quicken beneath his hands. They both go silent. Listening.

Ohhh, Rain whispers. Followed by a series of hushed little whimpers and gasps. Rustling sheets. The unmistakable wet sound of sex with a water ghoul. Whether Swiss is using his mouth or his cock to wring the sweet little sounds of pleasure from Rain’s lips is anyone’s guess. Aether feels Dew start to go hard against his thigh and he tightens his grip on Dew’s waist as they listen.

Murmuring, low and deep, they can’t make out the words but it’s undoubtedly Swiss. Suddenly a sharp cry from Rain, followed by hushed giggles and shushing. And then the sound of wet, open-mouthed kisses, Rain’s soft cries muffled by Swiss’ lips.

Aether’s hard now, and he rolls over on top of Dew, caging him in beneath him between his arms. He dips down to kiss Dew and pulls back with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Bet I can get you off and into the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee in your hand before they even finish,” Aether grins.

Dew, ever competitive, especially when it comes to Swiss and Rain, flashes Aether a matching smirk. “Fuck yes,” he grins, no longer interested in trying to sleep in. They both know they’re gonna catch shit from everyone else for fucking on the bus, but they don’t care. Swiss and Rain started it, really.

Aether immediately shoves his hand into Dew’s briefs, cupping his chubbed up cock, and dives in for another open-mouthed kiss until he’s pulling the same soft sounds from Dew that match the ones drifting up from the bottom bunk.

He jacks Dew off inside his underwear while mouthing at his neck, breathing into Dew’s ear as they listen to the muted sounds of Rain’s moans and whimpers beneath them.

“How do you think Swiss is fucking him?” Aether whispers into Dew’s ear. “Fingers? Has he got that big dick of his buried in Rain’s tight ass? Or maybe he’s using his mouth,” Aether ponders.

“That would explain why Swiss is so quiet down there,” Dew snickers, canting his hips up, rutting into Aether’s warm hand.

Aether huffs a quiet laugh into Dew’s ear and twists his wrist, palming the wet head of Dew’s cock while he strokes him.

Dew lets loose with a moan of his own, before Aether claps a hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh and shushing him. His hand stills on Dew’s cock as they stop to listen. Rain has gone quiet, and Aether is sure Rain and Swiss know what he and Dew are up to now. They hear mumbling again, it’s Swiss, followed by more rustling sheets and one of Rain’s high pitched squeaks, louder this time.

Aether rears back to slip Dew’s underwear off, discarding them in a ball in the corner of the bunk before diving back in, sliding two fingers through the slick of Dew’s ass.

“Mmm, wet already,” he teases, pressing the tip of his finger in. “Bet Rainy is dripping here too. He takes Swiss so well doesn’t he? Our pretty little water ghoul.”

Dew nods and bites his lip, stifling a weak groan as he wraps his legs around Aether’s middle, encouraging him to dip two fingers past the tight ring of muscle and into his hot little body. Aether fingers Dew like that, sharing quiet breaths as they listen in for the sounds of Swiss taking Rain apart beneath them.

Rain’s muffled moans are steady now, and if Aether strains his ears he can hear Swiss’ quiet panting as he works Rain over. The wet sounds of Rain’s body opening up for him.

Aether pulls his fingers out, grabs Dew’s narrow little hips and flips him over, pressing him face-first and flat down into the mattress of the bunk. He grips Dew’s ass with both hands and pulls him open, spitting a gob of saliva directly onto his twitching, fluttering hole. Dew groans into the pillow beneath him and arches his back. Aether pulls himself out of his boxers, lines up and slides his cock through the slippery mess between Dew’s cheeks. As he pushes in he leans in to growl into Dew’s ear.

“Can you hear it? Swiss splitting our sweet little Rain open on his big, fat cock? Making him sing such pretty sounds for us?” He licks into the shell of Dew’s ear, “Do you think they can hear us too? The sound of your tight little ass swallowing me up?”

Dew nods dumbly, head still pressed into the pillow and presses back as Aether bottoms out and starts thrusting into him. The wet sounds from Aether’s bunk mixing in with those drifting in from the bunk below have Dew’s head swimming and before long he’s humping his cock into the bunched up sheets beneath him.

Aether presses him down with his entire body, nuzzling into the little tendrils of golden hair at the nape of Dew’s neck, pulled loose from the bun on his head. “Listen to them” Aether whispers, “I bet Rainy is gonna cum soon, cream himself all over Swiss’ bunk.”

Dew lets out a small groan, desperately trying to keep quiet while Aether fucks in and out of him. Aether knows he’s concentrating, holding his breath and straining to listen for the sounds of Rain’s orgasm.

And they can hear it, the telltale little mantra of yesyesyes that Rain always repeats when he’s close, moments away from cumming thick and soaking and heavy. Swiss is goading him on, voice low and rumbling, barely audible as he croons, That’s right baby, cum for me, soak my fuckin’ sheets.

Aether fucks Dew through Rain’s orgasm, pinning his skinny little hips to the bed and grinding in deep as they listen to Rain’s ragged panting.

There’s less than 10 minutes before the bus pulls up at the venue when Aether and Dew emerge from the bunk. Dew wobbles in on shaky legs, messy hair falling out of the bun on his head. He follows behind a sheepish looking Aether, whose neck is covered in fresh bite marks and bruises.

Rain is tucked into Swiss’ side at the kitchen table, Swiss’ arm slung around his shoulder. Rain glances up at Aether with a small smile, light blush across his pretty face, blue eyes sparkling in the morning sunlight.

“So…” Swiss breaks the silence, sly grin snaking its way across his face. “You two nasty fuckers interested in sharing a room with us at the hotel tonight?”

[iamthecomet]

Okay, we all know Dew and Rain have a hair pulling kink, but what about Aether? He doesn’t have long hair obviously, but I think that he likes when people brush through it or tug on it firmly.

I’d say he doesn’t talk about it much, and maybe he found out during a shower with dew.

idk just sharing my thoughts bc I’ve been thinking about this for awhile LMAO

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Dew figures it out by accident. He and Aether are in the hotel shower after a long day. They're both exhausted, muscles and joints sore. They're three-quarters of the way through a tour that feels like it will never end. Aether washes Dew's hair sleepily, his fingers fumbling through Dew's long locks. So when he goes to wash his own, Dew bats his hands away and does it for him. He reaches up to scrub cheap hotel shampoo through the short length of Aether's hair. He scratches his claws over Aether's scalp maybe a little harder than he means to. And Aether groans low and long. He shudders, eyes closing. Dew's fingers freeze. Aether cracks violet eyes open to look down at Dew. He licks his lips. "Don't stop." Dew drags his claws through Aether's hair again, gathering some in a fist and pulling lightly just to test the waters. Aether's body folds in on itself when he does it. His shoulders caving in. He cants toward Dew, head tipping sideways in a silent plea for more. Dew feels a surge of something cut through his exhaustion. White hot and fortifying. He does it again and watches the way Aether's cock is chubbing up between his legs. He licks his lips, he pulls Aether in by the hair, and kisses him. Licking into his mouth, tasting lavender and stale beer, and the chlorine from the water. Aether melts into him. Dew can't get the shampoo out of Aether's hair fast enough. As soon as the water runs clean he shoves Aether chest first against the cold tile wall. He keeps one hand in his hair and snakes his hand down between his legs. Finds Aether heavy and hot and hard. He closes a tight fist over the head and strokes him until Aether's thighs start to shake. He'd like to fuck him. Get inside of him and tug on his hair while he fucks him. Splay him out on the bed and watch as his cock kicks with each drag of rough fingers over his scalp.

He files the plan away for another time when Aether starts mewling against the shower wall, his body twitching with each pass of Dew's hand over the slick head of his cock. Dew ruts his cock against Aether's ass, grinding against the soft flesh there, drowning in the sounds he wrings out of Mountain with each flex of his fingers. Dew waits for the twitch of Aether's hips to get desperate. Then he pulls hard on Aether's hair, and Aether cums with a shout. Knees threatening to buckle.

Aether goes still and soft for a moment, catching his breath against the cold porcelain. Then he turns. Dew has a hand on his own cock, stroking lazily as he lets Aether get his shit back together. He plans to tell Aether he'll meet him in bed after he takes care of himself. It's not a problem. But then Aether backs Dew up against the opposite wall and sinks to his knees. He bats Dew's hand away and replaces it with his mouth. Dew almost tells him not to worry about it. The exhaustion in Aether's shoulders has returned and Dew doesn't need to be the reason Aether's sleep-deprived and grumpy tomorrow. But then Aether puts Dew's hand in his hair. When Dew applies pressure Aether groans. And Dew forgets why he was hesitant. He cracks his head against the shower wall and sinks both hands in Aether's hair. He holds on and lets Aether take him apart.

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Twenty-One - Can't Stop Laughing

Notes: After a rough day of touring everyone is in a foul mood. Who knew a flock of ducks would be the thing to cure it? Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 480

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It’s one of those days on tour. The type that drags on and on and is still not over yet. The type where everything that could go wrong does. And maybe it’s not as bad as all that. There have truly been only a few minor inconveniences: construction on their way to the venue making them slightly late, the catering company arriving even later, inexplicable equipment issues that only got solved at the last minute.

The ritual went great, all things considered, but everyone is on edge. By the time they finally head backstage after bows everyone, ghoul and roadies alike collapse where they are. Water bottle provided by the thankfully sympathetic venue staff help to get everyone back on their feet and packed up but the foul mood hanging in the air is still like a ticking time bomb.

The ghouls and Copia have piled into their bus. The ride is silent, everyone too annoyed and tired to attempt small talk and risk setting each other off. They’re headed to the hotel and more than ready to collapse when the bus suddenly slams on the breaks. It’s sudden enough to be jarring, sending a couple ghouls hissing and the rest grumbling. The grumbles turn to confused murmurs as the bus stays still and then the engine cuts off.

Copia walks up front to talk to the driver while the ghouls impatiently glare out the windows. When Copia returns he sighs and rubs a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry my ghouls. We had to stop because there's a bunch of ducks in the road.”

Eight pairs of eyes blink back at him in confusion.

“Ducks?” Cirrus asks, unimpressed.

“Sì. Quite a few of them…” Copia trails off as someone starts to giggle. “Eh, Dew are you alright?”

Everyone looks towards Dewdrop who is indeed laughing, his shoulders shaking in mirth.

“After everything today it had to be fucking ducks.”

That sets everyone else off and they all start laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Copia catches his breath enough to say he’s going to ask the driver how long it will be but then Aurora and Phantom exclaim in sync that they want to go pet the ducks and everyone is laughing again.

Copia convinces them to stay on the bus but lets them come to the driver’s cabin to see the ducks which of course spurs on everyone else to want to see them too. By this point the ducks are out of the road and swimming is a small pond by the side but everyone has to have a turn sticking their head out the window to look at the ducks before they’re able to get back on the move.

They eventually do, the mood now much lighter. They get back to the hotel without any more issues and happily collapse. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

[alwaysjustmina]

Geōl

Stand alone story in the Something in the Orange universe - Happy Holidays everyone!

Takes place during Something in the Orange

Read below the cut or on Ao3

Rain was dazzled by the lights, when he entered the shopping mall, he didn’t anticipate all the revelers and shopping. Was there a holiday? It was only the beginning of September, wasn’t Halloween coming? He knew about that holiday but didn’t think they traditionally put up trees and lights, and all this red. They especially didn’t put up giant reindeers.

Dew watched Rain’s eyes light up looking at the VERY premature Christmas decorations. Had he never seen them? Wasn’t September a little early for the holiday prep? Humans never ceased to amaze him, Christmas wasn’t even when their supposed son of God was born. Anything to manipulate the true holiday of Solstice.

Rain gripped Dew’s hand in excitement, tripping over his feet as he turned around to look back and forth between the towering tree and Dew. Dew’s eyes glittered in the lights as he looked at Rain.

“What is this?” he whispered in awe, amazed by all the decorations.

Dew chuckled quietly at him, “Humans. They keep getting earlier and earlier with their Christmas decorations.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

Rain wrapped his arms around Dew, his whole body vibrating with happiness. They were finally telling all their friends tomorrow about their feelings, he couldn’t wait. He wanted to shout from the rooftops how much he loved him. That Dew was his, and he was Dew’s.

Dew placed his hands on Rain’s hips, squeezing lightly. The fingerprints below his clothes throbbing at Dew’s touch. He chittered in happiness. He couldn’t wait to celebrate Yule with Dew. They would be back at the ministry, could they decorate their room with lights? Maybe put a small version of a tree like this up. He couldn’t wait to put presents under it, to turn off all the lights in the room except for the lights from the tree and the fireplace. To hold Dew tight to him, dance around the room and plan for their future. The future they had discussed earlier that day.

After they had gotten back from the park earlier in the morning and had been able to finally check into another hotel before the last night of the tour they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other in the room.

As soon as they stumbled through the door, Rain started pulling at Dew’s top. Pushing the neck down while trying to lift it over his head. His lips attached to his favorite places on Dew, his neck. Dew emitted the most perfect little mews and moans when he sucked there, especially when he would flick his tongue against the rapidly bruising skin. He finally got frustrated and broke his lips from his prize pulling hard on Dew’s shirt, ripping the hem to get it off of him as he tore it over his horns and tossed it across the room.

“Finally,” he muttered before devouring his neck again.

Dew was lost in the feeling of Rain’s tongue on his skin. He had tried to take Rain’s shirt off at the same time Rain moved, but he was too fast. He couldn’t keep up with the feverish pace Rain was racing at. As Rain dropped to his knees in front of Dew, he found his mind short circuiting. Rain ran his tongue down across his nipples, flicking fast across the right one, before taking the left one in his mouth. His hands worked on Dew’s pants, ripping the belt off from the loops, growling when it took too long for it to unbuckle. Throwing it somewhere across the room as well.

“Rain, fu…Rain, fuck me, your mouth.” He didn’t even have his hand on his rigid cock yet, and he was already falling apart. And fuck, his mouth, he didn’t think he was going to be able to stop himself from collapsing on the floor.

Rain grunted at him, nodding his head as he sucked on Dew’s nipple, harder and harder. Why were Dew’s clothes being such a pain? Didn’t they know they needed to be off of his body? The button on his pants at least popped open fast and the zipper didn’t give him trouble.

“Off, need them off,” he moaned as he tried to push them down, why did he always wear such tight pants?

Dew tried to assist, but Rain just swatted his hands away, he was just interfering with the pace he had set. He needed to have him spurting down his throat, now. “You are not allowed to wear jeans again, take to long.”

Dew trilled at him, he had never seen Rain so insistent on what he wanted. He would do whatever Rain said, sweatpants, check, yes.

As soon as Rain was able to get all the offending garments off of Dew’s body, he dropped his head to take him into his mouth. He gave Dew no time to adjust, he was down the back of his throat, taking all of him in and swallowing around him, he wanted the whole thing. When he tasted the first drop of pre his knees wobbled in ecstasy. His taste was everything.

Rain grasped at Dew’s ass, squeezing it between his hands, not letting Dew move an inch away from him, holding his body close, his nose jammed into his soft hair, inhaling his scent. His tongue wrapped around the cock in his mouth. He knew Dew was close, he needed it now. He pushed his fingers past his entrance knowing that would push Dew past the point of no return. It did exactly what he thought it would do, as Dew rutted against his mouth, begging for Rain. He didn’t need to beg, Rain would grant him anything. As he emptied down Rain’s throat, all the feeling he had in his body left him, he was pretty sure he saw the dark lord in that moment. Thankfully the bed was right behind him as he collapsed backwards, his head hitting the soft comforter.

Rain slowly let Dew slide from his mouth, licking every drop he could get. He rose from his position on the floor making sure Dew was ok, with his glassy eyes and vacant stare. He’d be back shortly, Rain giggled, as he kicked off his clothes, he needed his naked body against Dew’s. He pulled Dew to the top of the bed against the pillows, grabbed water and laid down beside him, pulling his body next to him, nuzzling his neck, waiting for him to come back.

Dew was only out of it for a few moments, but was pleasantly surprised when he felt Rain’s naked body next to his, snuggled close to him.

“Love you,” he mumbled, his voice raspy from the moaning he had emitted, wrapping his arm around Rain.

Rain placed light kisses all across his neck, his face, his chest as he trilled, “My mate.”

As they nuzzled one another, Dew, still trying to come back from the pleasure he just experienced, in and out of almost sleep, he tried to move to give the pleasure Rain just gave him, but he was beyond feeling in any part of his body. Rain giggling at his feeble attempts.

“Dew,” Rain started shyly, not looking Dew in the eyes, instead focusing on his hand as he wound his fingers around Dew. “What do you think our future looks like, what do you want after we tell them?”

Dew opened his eyes to look at Rain peering back at him. His vibrant orbs glowing with love, biting at his lips. He was nervous, Dew realized.

“I want you, that's what I want. I want to hold your hand where everyone can see. I want to push people from the room with our kisses, they will be so sick of us, they couldn’t stand the thought of being alone with us. I want to not have to make excuses for us to get the same room. And I want to be able to hold you at night, without the fear someone will see us.”

Tears gathered in Rain’s eyes, he never realized how hard this secret was on Dew, why did they insist on keeping it between themselves? “What do you want for the future, after all that, do you want to share a room, do you want to get a house together eventually, do you - do you,” He stuttered.

“Do I what, baby?”

“Do you want, want babies, kits, with…with me?”

Dew couldn’t stop the shock on his face, he wanted everything with Rain, everything. He didn’t think Rain had thought that far ahead though. Dew had daydreamed about their future, a cottage, next to a pond, Rain swollen with their kit, another waddling around between their feet as they held hands. He didn’t realize Rain had the same vision.

He took Rain’s face between his hands, softly kissing his lips, rubbing his thumbs across his cheeks wicking away the tears that had fallen down his face. “I want it all with you, baby. All of it, if you want kits, I want kits, I want babies of you, baby. I want to share our room, have a house eventually, and watch as you feed our babies. Run my finger along their tiny faces as they suckle you, or me, whichever way makes you happy, I want to take you to meet my moms. Show them you and how happy I am, happiness I never thought I would attain. They've never met anyone I was with, they will know from the way I look at you that you are the one. I want all of it, all of it, Rain, with you.”

Rain collapsed his body into Dew’s holding him tight as he sobbed. They wanted the same thing. He couldn’t wait. He wondered what his parents would think of Dew. He knew they would love him, cause Rain loved him. He couldn’t wait to show his father that he had found someone, someone strong, but someone who could also show love, like his father had been able to show him, with his other dad and mother. When could they go home to tell them, could they bring them here for Beltane? He would need to find out.

“Rain, baby, you are perfect. I love you, with everything inside of me.” Dew whispered in his ear.

“My love,” Rain sobbed back.

They held each as they cried, as they laughed. Looking forward to their perfect future. Perfect because it held their other half.

[muffindaddystyles]

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 (𝐈𝐈)

Authors Note: You'd have to read part (I) of young and beautiful for this one. Where Harry meets y/n, their beautiful future together after that incident, pregnant y/n, helping harry during the birth of their babies and most awfully heart floppin' dad!harry.

The door knob jiggles making your silent gasp drone into leeway around and your eyebrows rockets to your forehead when you find a gold fishy eyed Harry slippin' outta his shoes, two coffe cups, a brown bag and a lil white stuffed bunny clutched in his large hands. He gives you a weird eye 'yeh okay?' ones when you gnawed him with parted lips moreso from the fact your nose's clogged, shaking your head when he gives you another glance while puting things down on the marble coffee table infront.

"Thought I left yeh'?" His voice melfious of that of mornin' dew and when you nod confirming, he takes two strides towards you placing the back of his calloused soft hand against your forehead. His touch causing your breath to hitch unlike the last night when you were too sick to consider anything else.

"Could never darlin'. No' when you're like this. brought some donughts and caramel coffee, then ye'll 'ave your medicine."

 You peer up at him and he's already gazing down at you with a glint that's hard to catch. "Thank you Harry." Your voice comes out as a whisper, neitherless He smiles at you genuinely handing you the cup of coffee. His knuckles brushing your finger tips and you swear the nebula in your brain bursted to million stary dust particles.

After making you take your dose of medication he cleaned around quickly tripping onto your suit case which made you cackle sweetly and Harry's heart blossomed with flowers of new-found happiness. You're guilty of gate keeping him to yourself and at the same time you're seekin' comfort in his presence. Your arms falling in your lap when you tried to brush stubborn tangles of your hair with a huff and Harry offers you his help scooting behind you, his fingers carefully tugging the knots while he expertly brushed your hair. He braids your hair and all you could do's stare him from the tall mirror infront of the bed.

"You're so good at this, Harry." He giggles when she admires her braid with a shocked expression and giving a squeeze to your shoulders he stands up leaning down to take a look at some books scattered at the oak dinky desk.

"If we were villains, the night climbers, the raven." He mouths the name of books tracing the instrinsive letters carved onto it, "can I read one of 'em?" He asks politely and you bob your head.

"'Course y'could." He gets comfortable against the headrest and the pillows swallows you beside him. Your body's itching to snuggle into him. With hands under your head you watch him giving all his concentration, his eyes raking along each line, cherry lips murmuring the words and jaw ticking whenever he would lick the pad of his finger to turn the page around. Carelessly he slides his arm under your figure and you're gaping at him until he looks down at you and realizes what he has done. He tries to apologise but stops when you cuddles into him with a non-sexual moan. Three pages after you've litreally crawled up his torso like an insect but he's lovin' it. He missed this warmth. This calm. When for the hundredth time from the morning he looks down at you it causes both of your hearts to flutter.

On an instinct he attracts towards you. Your eyelids slip shutting when his hot minty breaths fans your cheeks, his knuckles pudging into your flesh, book flopped open onto his chest. When his temple rests against yours, your heart found your home.

"We can't. Don't want you sick bub." You grog out stroking the corner of his lips and he whines but nods smauching an affectionate kiss to your temple. You could cry from the proximity. Minutes passed by as you stayed like this at last startling when a loud knock echoed in the comfortable silence you were enjoying.

It was your friend asking about you and apologising that he was so hungover that he forgot about you. Harry felt a twitch in his heart. He's jealous. He gets jealous very easily. He stands up when your friend assures him that he'd take care of you.

"You can take it with you...if you want to." You points to the book and he just gives a curt nod.

"I'll return it tommorrow, jus' call meh if yeh wan' me kay?" Your friend becomes like a ghost at the moment and you feel like a shining star under his piercing gaze. "We're going back tomorrow." Harry felt something cracking inside him at the information.

"Oh." He says monotonely pinching his lower lip, "then I'll bring it back to you next mornin'." He gives you a timid smile knowing damn well he just needs an excuse to see you even if it's for the last time.

"I'll wait for you."

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You waited as you promised but he never came. Then you found yourself in clinical seats of airport and Harry's tumbling through the lobby of your hotel, he asks for you from the receptionist groaning when he gets to know he fucked up.

Sighing you stand up, rolling your suit case when the lines calls for passengers and you glances back last time but didn't found him. Those were your lasts. You thought.

Then his beautiful voice billowed to your heart in the admist of crowd and you spin on your feet leaving your luggage behind. He's waving the book atop his head, chest heaving, eyes sheened and when you flight like a dove in his arms his breath hued with happiness.

He corners you. Cupping your cheeks genially. He admires you for a complete moment before he speaks kissing your eyelids.

"I want you, it's bad." He announces the severity. The lump forming in your throat and not giving two fuck, becoming a selfish asshole you slotted your lips against his's. He doesn't retreats back instead deepens the kiss and tastes your mouth ignoring the bitterness of medicine on your tongue. A huge grins dances at your lips when you pull back, you take his hand and writes down your address. "Return me this when you reach back and complete it." If were villians such a good excuse for two soumates.

When you were really about to depart from him he tugs you back from the wrist and squishes you close to his heart, pecking your lips for last time.

"Will meet ya soon."

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Week passes by and he's back in London the first thing he does is drive to your place and your flatmate told him you went back home. Harry's knees weakened, and tongue tied with a wrenching heart. How could she! He mutters furiously pitying himself.

Two weeks and daily visits of Harry but you're still not back.

"Hm. what's with this book loverboy, is it magical?" His mother teases him and he shakes his head timidly. The book's always in his hand, sometimes he's tucking a jasmine bud from his mum's backyard into the spine of book another a ribbon of silk somewhere between the lost pages. He lost you. Can't do same to words you devoted to him.

Then one morning a package was laying at his porch. He gives it a stink eye but takes it inside. Gemma's chewing onto her pancakes watching him with the corners of her eyes as he unboxed the maroon box. The note resting atop the kashmiri shawl and the Bullah Shah's poetry book makes Harry gasp loudly.

"And what if I say even at home, I missed home? I'll be waiting for you. Yours Y/N."

His eyes brims with glossiness when he sees that 'yours.' He takes the note close to his heart as he grabbed the leather copy. He sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth when his eyes fell over the writing and it matched the ones on the note. You translated a whole book of poetry from Punjabi to English, for him.

The sprinkle of black ink on the gruff yellow pages so precious to Harry.

He wastes no time leaving a clueless Gemma. His knocks are furious at your door and when you appear from behind it his heart stopped. You smile against his lips when he greeted you with nothing but a kiss he was longing for ages.

He has completely fallen in love with you. He despises the distance you both have in between.

"God knows 'ow much I missed ye'. wanna be mad at ye' but can't when I could finally love ye'."

✰𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕✰

You're changing sides again and again onto king size bed in your deep slumber. Coddling into Harry's arms, your bump practically resting heavily atop his tummy and he couldn't be more cheeky for it, you tangle and untangle your legs several times making him groan in his sleep when you rolled to other side of bed in your sleep. In the wee hours of dark night he blindly tries to find you to pull you back in his arms when his hand soaked wet pressed agaisnt the sheets.

Red alarms going off in his brain and he shots up quickly. He brings his shaking hand infront of his face and blinks the splotches in his vision. Your water fucking broke.

His breath wavered as he rolls you to his side. You grunt when he strokes the apples of your cheeks and kisses your forehead. The babies weren't supposed to come at this time, your due date's two weeks.

"Lovie'." He whispers trying not to frighten you at all and when you hissed loudly mistaking a contraction with braxton hicks panic rises into his chest and all over his face.

Shoving down his anxiety he cradles your face lovingly. He could do this. They could do this. They've been waiting for this precious day for eight and a half month. He can't wait to meet his two angels. He gives himself a pep talk and smiles down at you with whole courage when you frown at him.

"What's it Harry. 'M too tired, go back to sleep." You didn't felt anything while breaking your water unlike it happens in movies.

"Look meh in eyes puppy, yeah?" He smoothes down your frown and kisses the tip of your nose. "Take deep breaths fo' me." You look him in confusion as if he's gone mad and when you tries to sit up with his help an agonising yelp leaves your lungs. Your first painful contraction.

Harry grabs your jaw instantly and wraps his strong arm around his babies inside his bunny's womb, "baby stay calm. yer water broke. no biggie kay?" He wraps you in his arms when you shake your head in disapproval both of you sitting on wetness. As if he gives two fucks.

"No. They weren't supposed to come, yet. I'm not prepared for this. no." He wipes your tears doing anything in his power to be there for you, if you'd zone out mentally for him it would get so difficult for him to handle the situation.

"Yes. You're. We're. C'mon puppy my sweet woman our babies couldn't wait to meet us, please." When he adds a please you cry more but bobs your head and Harry sighs in relief carefully getting down on floor. "Don't leave!" You squeak when you literally felt your spine breaking.

"'m not baby, 'm not just taking the baby bag that's all." He quickly rushed inside the wardrobe and snatches the bag from cabinet, his heart beating so fast he could feel it pulsing in his ears.

He squats down slipping your feet into the socks he knitted for you at Christmas, he kisses your soles and you close your eyes latching onto his shoulders screeching painfully when series of contractions kept on crushing you.

"S'okay. 'S okay." He says more to himself bunching your white nightgown to your thighs, your whole weight on him and you grip the stares railing with wide eyes.

"It's impossible. Oh my lord."

"I'll carry you downstairs."

"No. No." You panic because what if you both trip. You know he could carry so much weight than imaginable, he built his arms so strong—but.

"Trust me please, I'd never let any harm touch the three loves of my lives." You nod and gently he snakes his arms under your knees and your back, hands protectively holding you close to his chest. He smiles through the anxiousness when you continuously prayed in his ear.

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"You're such a minx." He laughs on the top of his lungs in amusement as you sucked the plastic spoon against your tongue. Halfway through the hospital ride your contractions stopped so you demanded Harry to buy you frozen yogurt.

"Your babies are! Always want to have sweets, went on their daddy." He shakes his head ducking down to kiss your lips then the puckering belly button of yours.

"Fuck I love you so much it's hard to put in words." A second later he adds with a beaming grin, "and my two lil smol beans."

You offer him yogurt with big eyes but he refused. He's sweating down his damn arse to eat anything at the moment.

.

"Distract me, please." You whisper to him turning to face him as the nurse brought your injections. He quickly lulls your face in his warm palms from all your clutching. "Um. Wha' d'ya think which one will be Suri and which one Roselena?" His thumb's continuously running in circles under eyes.

"The elder one will be—Ah! fuck." You scream grabbing his wrist when an electrifying jolt shrivelled inside you. The doctor just went after checking your cervix and it's almost there.

He tries to make you breath doing the action an it's no use. You roll your eyes, sweat dripping down your forehead even in such a wintry month. If he would know what it feels like.

.

"Fuckin' hell. 'M never letting you put your dick inside me, what the fuck!!!!" You yell squeezing his hand and the poor Harry's so lost he listen to you like an obeying kid patting sweat from your exposed chest with a towel.

"Y/N push on the count of three, you can do this." Doctor says. It's been half an hour, you've been pushing so hard that all your energy's draining. Hair sticking to your neck, hands shaking by side other almost fracturing Harry's, and he leans down to look in your drowsy eyes.

"Baby you can do this, for our babies, for us." He kisses her forehead and wipes her flowing tears. She sniffs bucking a little and pushing with her all might.

Harry feels like his heart's blossoming into garden full of roses when the doctor announces, "we can see the head of first baby. Push more." You scream loudly with gritted teeth pushing with your all mighty and the room echoes with tiny cries. You sob and Harry stares his elder daughter having a wrap of blood on her delicate skin as doctors called him to cut the umbilical cord.

They take her to nursery to give clean her and Harry's again by your now grinning widely but it soon vanishes when he sees you crying silently, you're covering your eyes with your forearm. You hiccup feeling yourself drowning to darkness. Harry removes your arm and rests his temple agaisnt yours.

"I can't do this. hurts. tired." Your words broken and Harry wishes he could do something for his love.

"I know you can, you love her don't ya. Jus' fo' her." He interlaces his fingers with yours and this time he's the one to squeeze warmly. After, ten minutes of more pushing your second daughter was in this world too.

Harry brushes your hair back smiling down at you as if someone handed him the whole world. You tries to get rid of darkness in your eyes as Harry's words floods in your heart.

"'M so proud of you baby. my strong strong wife my whole fuckin' world. It's all beacuse of you we're blessed with two healthy daughters." This time he takes his time with you instead of immediately going to cut his baby's cord. They'd change the story while telling her so she wouldn't get sad that her daddy cut his sister's cord way more quickly than her's.

"No. No. Don't sleep puppy." He glances back worriedly at the doctors who still needs to push her placenta out. "I'm not...." She whines trying to open her eyes and since Harry has read more about pregnancies than he should doctors chuckles gesturing him to calm down that they'll pull it out themselves.

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While you sleep peacefully after so long from exhaustion Harry keeps on gazing you with admiration. His lips mere away from yours. His cheek smashed on your pillow as he watches you lovesick and he feels giddy counting onto his reasons of happiness, that made him peck your lips.

He's hot on his heels when the nurse carried his babies to him and he gets excited and nervous managing to take both of them in his arms. He don't wants any of them left out from their father's first embrace.

His tear lands onto the sock covered feetsie of his baby (they aren't identical still he mixed both of them).

"Hi. Bunnies 's meh yer daddy. promise 'm gonna love ye' so much. " He cooes in dainty voice lulling them in synchrony. Awkwardly he manages to duck down landing kisses to their foreheads and he pecks the corners of their lips. "S' beautiful jus' like ye'r momma."

"Wanna see 'er? She's a sleepy head." He sits beside you and you stir adjusting your eyes to light. He shushes you. When you're fully awake Harry gives the elder twin in your embrace but you ask for younger one too.

They're carbon copies of harry. Milky rose cheeks, brown tiny luscious curls drowning at their necks, pointed nose and none of you have seen their eyes so you're anticipating.

"Did ya ever thought in the past we would be here with two babies of our own?" You ask him giving a glance down to your busy bees and he shakes his head butting his finger under his chin.

"No' when ya ghosted meh for whole damn month." At this you snort letting your head fall on you shoulder, "I promised to come back to you didn't I?"

He whispers in return kissing your cheeks "and you did."

You laugh through your sniffles when the twins latches onto either of your full breasts nursing themselves to milk. Harry grins, his eyes glossy as he pets their heads while they made cute sucking noises. He's gonna be the bestest daddy. He got so much love for them. Give them their all lovin' He didn't got from his own father.

"Hi Suri my big baby. Hi Rosalena my smol bubby. It's me, mummy and daddy." You announces to them happily kissing their small heads.

This time you stroke his cheek wiping a lonely tear and he kisses the inside of your wrist affectionately.

"I promise, will love ya with dire passion even 'm their ol' guy." You chuckle softly laying back after feeding them and Harry has put them in their cot. "Love me when I'm young and beautiful, not sure what I'll look like being a nana."

"You'll be the cutest ol' peach." He grins cheekily and you swat his bicep rolling your eyes.

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Fun fact: Both, Suri and Rosalena means red rose but in different languages.

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[violett-writes]

A beautiful, awkward thing.

Flirting?

You expertly drive the four of you to the restaurant, ignoring Nick’s pleas for you to slow down and Clay’s slightly green face.

When you finally arrive at the restaurant, you and the three boys are seated at a booth. You slide into the seat facing the door and as Nick goes to sit by you, George pulls him back, plopping himself down next to you. You blush slightly, enjoying the possessive nature that George rarely shows.

Clay smirks at Nick, winking at him knowingly.

“What can I get for y’all today?” The waitress asks, setting menus in front of each of you.

You smile up at her, “Just a water please.”

“I’ll take a Mountain Dew.” Nick says, smiling a little too widely at the cute waitress.

Clay nods, “Me too.”

George looks at you intensely and your cheeks start to heat up a little. “Oh- uh, a water too.”

The waitress nods once before walking away to gather your drinks. You lean slightly into the table, “Who the fuck gets mountain dew at a restaurant.” You tease the boys. “That’s a drink you get a fucking liter of when you’re drunk at a 7/11. Not in a restaurant.”

Nick holds his hands up, “Hey. I got taste.” You giggle as Clay starts to wheeze.

“Nick you do not have taste at all.”

Your hands were placed by your side on the seat so that you could lean forward when you felt something touch it. You look down to see George’s pinky resting slightly against yours, making you bite your lip and smile. You look over at George to see him staring down at the menu, his own cheeks rosy.

Clay furrows his brows and looks between the two of you, trying to figure out what just happened. You move your pinky closer to his, so that they’re fully touching and George slowly links your hands together.

Nick clears his throat and your neck snaps up to look at him. “Yes?” You ask him.

“You guys better not be groping each other under the table.” He says boldly and your face flares up.

George looks up at him in shock. “Nick! What the hell?” He says, stuttering slightly. You felt bad for the poor boy. Clay wheezes, hitting the table once, catching the attention of nearby patrons. You smile at them awkwardly and cover your face with your free hand.

“Can we all just play nice and be adults here?” You moan, your eyes wandering to George. He was already looking at you with a gentle smile, but quickly averted his gaze when the two of you locked eyes.

An hour and a half passed and the four of you left the restaurant with full bellies. Nick belches loudly, “That was so good (Y/N).” He says, patting his stomach.

You laugh, holding your own. “I told you that was my favorite restaurant. A gal has got taste.”

Clay nods appreciately, “A gal does have good taste.” He says, looking over at George who has been uncharacteristically quite. You smile and look over at him as well, the two of you brushing hands every so often as the group slowly walks to the car. His hand had left yours when the food arrived and you’ve missed it ever since. You want him to just reach out and grab your hand, but you know he moves slowly. So ungodly slow.

Once you reach the car, Nick and Clay get into it, claiming they needed to sit down to relieve the pressure on their sore stomachs. George grabs your hand gently, preventing you from getting in as well. “(Y/N)…” He mumbles, trying to gather the courage to tell you the truth. The honest truth. Clay had texted him repeatedly throughout dinner, telling him its now or never as the three of them would be leaving tomorrow.

The two of you walk to the back of the car, trying to get some privacy from the boys in the backseat.

“Yes, Georgie?” You ask, leaning your head up to see him better.

“I-I…” He trails off, playing with your fingers so he doesn’t have to meet your gaze.

You smile up at him. In that moment you decided to take pity on the poor boy. You had assumed that he liked you back, the hand holding and the strong gaze when he thought you wouldn’t noticed had only piled up the evidence. That and Clay had texted you when the three of them were driving up that George could not stop talking about you.

“I know.” You whisper softly, taking his hands in yours. That catches his attention and he finally meets your gaze, his cheeks burning red.

“You know?” He asks, his brows furrowing together as he tries to understand what you mean.

You shrug. “I know. I like you too, George.” How could you not? The hour long facetimes late into the night, the secrets that you haven’t been able to share with anyone else, the nicknames, and the way he always brings you the first diamond he finds in Minecraft. How could you not have fallen for this awkward British boy.

George looks at you, shock covering his face. “You do?” He whispers excitedly as a grin explodes from him. “You do!” He whispers again.

You nod, giggling. “I always have.” You assure him, “I have since day 1.”

George takes a step closer to you, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek. You tilt your head up towards him, waiting for him to make the first move. He pauses, looking down at your intently.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?” He stutters, leaning down so that your noses are touching slightly.

“I would very much like that.” You whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as your lips touch. As he kisses you, you feel your world slide into place. Kissing George felt so right, so easy. It felt like you two had found each other in a sea of pieces that didn’t quite fit right. His arm loops around your back, his movements suddenly sure and confident as he pulls you closer. Your arms link behind his neck as you stand on your tip toes, desperate to get closer to him. His body warmth bleeds through your thin sweatshirt, warming you up as you push your bodies closer together. George finally pulls away, his eyes bright as he stares down at you with a loving smile.

“We do should that more.” He jokes, his hand linking with your once again.

You giggle, rolling your eyes. “Slow your roll there, big boy.” You joke and look over at the backseat to see Clay and Nick pushing their faces against the glass, their eyes wide as they start to yell. You cover your face, laughing as George pumps his fist in the air.

“He finally did it!!” You hear Clay scream, muffled by the glass as he shakes Nick by the shoulders.

The two of you sheepishly get back into the car. The following 20 minute ride back to the hotel is torture as the two boys relentless tease your budding relationship. George only shakes his head and laughs, his hand never leaving your thigh as you drive.

That night, George didn’t stay at the hotel. Instead, he chose to come back to your apartment with you where you spent the night in his arms. You wouldn’t dare to say that he has grown less awkward around you. He still stutters slightly when he says a cheesy pick up line and whenever you touch him, his cheeks heat up. But you adore him more for it. It’s fine with you if you’re the confident cocky one in the relationship, always making him flustered with your compliments. It’s a beautiful, awkward relationship that you cannot get enough of.

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Okay, I literally wanted to write this, because all these George fics I read portray him as a confident, suave man who always knows what to say. I feel like that’s not him at all, like I feel like he’d be super awkward and terrible at flirting. So enjoy awkward George.

Dream Team, if you see this. No you didn’t. But also hi I’m 19.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #282

“daddy’s flown across the ocean / leaving just a memory / a snapshot in the family album / daddy, what’d you leave behind for me?”

What is your favorite type of dance? I like modern dances, especially those unusual or creepy with unique music. They’re the dances I look forward to watching in dance competitions. Do you find making scenes in public fun? Oh fuck no. Lemonade or pink lemonade? Pink is Supreme in so many ways. Where do you feel safest? At home, especially if Mom is here. Have you ever been to a gay pride parade? No, but I’d love to. Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? No. I don’t want to move to Africa. What do you like to do when you're home alone? HAHA okay so I almost exclusively watch Unus Annus when Mom isn’t home because I will almost without a doubt cackle at least once, and… explaining why I’d be laughing would be WILD. UA is a fucking gift & I’mma miss it when it’s gone. What kind of music calms you down? My best bet is nostalgic music that I hold very close, like Ozzy. The soundtracks to SotC and SH2 are also magical when it comes to soothing me. Who did you last go to a park with? Uhhhh… probably not since I took family pictures for someone. Got some nice ones. Have you ever been robbed? Thankfully, no. Are you working, a student, both, or neither? Neither, and at nearly 25, it’s fucking humiliating. I’m thinking of appealing my disability case (you very rarely get it the first time), but of course self-doubt and anxiety just slaps me across the face again and again by asking, “Do you really need it?” That shit is agonizing. Very highly regarded people in my life agree that it’s realistic for me, at least at this moment, while I sort out my mental health. I don’t plan on being on it forever, fuck no. But right now I am, no matter what anyone says, a leech in my home. What's your favorite holiday? Christmas. I prefer Halloween’s “vibe,” of course, but I am much more excited and just thankful at Christmastime, especially now as an aunt with children who *understand* the holiday. Their joy and excitement is enough of a gift to me. It’s always really hard on Mom because she’s convinced she doesn’t do enough (she cries at least once like… every year), but my sisters and I always reassure her. It’s also a nice opportunity to see Dad and my stepmom, also with my sister’s family, and once again we get to see the kids so happy. But enough about them; what I love most about Christmas is I generally am able to put my troubles into perspective and take the time to remember I am, in the big picture, lucky to have what and who I do. And SNOW!!!!! If you can’t tell I’m stoked for Christmas. Do you prefer male or female friends? Both are great, but I’m more relaxed with female friends because of the whole “scared of men” ordeal. What's your favorite dessert? Biiiiihhhhh lemme get my hands on ice cream. Do you ever go on chatroulette or omegle? Noooo, I never did. That shit creeps me out. Besides, I’m shy. What kind of tea do you drink? None. Do you know anyone in a gang? Not to my knowledge… What color is your fridge? White. We decided to use the fridge already in this house versus our old one. Is your phone mostly on vibrate, silent, or ringtone? It’s just about always on vibrate. Do you own black sunglasses? I don’t own any sunglasses. Are you currently looking for a job? Fuck if I know. Not actively, but if something suitable magically popped up, I’d definitely pursue it. Do you watch MTV? No. Do you like to tell people who you like? Historically, I tend to keep my mouth shut about it to people who know that love interest unless explicitly asked, and even then, it depends on if I think they’ll keep their mouth shut. How often do you braid your hair? It’s too short to be braided. I very rarely had it braided beforehand. What color is your microwave? Black. Do you wash your face in the morning when you wake up? If I remember, especially if I’m groggy. Are you interested in the ocean? No more or no less than the average person. What's a big turn on for you? Keeping physical stuff outta this, I’m just such a fuckin sucker for being authentically romantic lmao. Have you ever thought about being a teacher? Heeeeeelllllll no. What's the first thing you do when you turn your computer on? Close out of the stuff that automatically pops up after it starts. Do you drink Gatorade? Ugh, ew, no. Do you hate when people replace 0's with O's? EX: 9:OO AM. Lol no, it’s honestly aesthetically pleasing in some formats. Did you hate riding the bus? Some of my best school memories are the long bus rides home w/ Jason so uh- Do you ever use XOXO in texts, letters etc..? Nah. Has anyone ever told you they liked you to your face? Yeah. Have you ever touched an elephant? No. Reading or writing? Writing. Do you have a childhood nickname? Mom called (and sometimes still does lakjdf;alkwe) me “Twinkie.” She gave sweets-oriented nicknames to all her kids. Have you ever had a Moon Pie? UGH they’re gross. I have this faint memory as a kid of a sweetheart babysitter my sisters and I had always offering us banana moon pies as a snack or dessert, idr. I’ve always hated anything banana-flavored. Has your car ever had troubles? N/A What's your birthstone? Amethyst. Would you join the navy? I want nothing to do with anything remotely related to war. What's your favorite board game? Battleship. Do you like chess? I’ve never played it nor even know the rules. If you’ve ever tried drugs or alcohol, what was your reason for first trying it? I was absolutely parched after a long, sweaty walk and was offered it to “try” by my mom without me knowing it was alcohol… the “WAIT NO STOP” from everyone was so quick lmao. It was just hard lemonade, so nothing super serious. Do you think you could ever have an abortion if you unexpectantly turned up pregnant right this second? I probably would. There is no fucking way I can emotionally handle carrying a baby right now. But I’d feel like absolute shit, even though I’m pro-choice. I just don’t want to picture myself in that situation. Is there a situation where you caved into peer pressure and regretted it? Probably. Although generally, I’m very resilient to peer pressure when it comes to something I really don’t want to do. What is your favorite video game console? Why? PS2, of course. I think the best games came from that era, many ahead of their time. Example, the original Shadow of the Colossus graphics massively pressured the limits of the software, and it still to this day blows me away. Sure, you have some lag in return, but the end result was just magnificent. I seriously, seriously, seriously hope I’m able to play the remake one day. When you lost your virginity, were you sober? I was. As of this minute, what is going through your mind? How I need a change and purpose in life so motherfucking badly. Where’s the last place you went? I was riding around with Mom, doing some errands. Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes. When was the last time you went apple picking? Never. Do you have a good relationship with your cousins? We don’t really… have a relationship. We don’t talk, we just kinda “exist” knowing we’re related. What was the last kids movie you saw? I watched some of Hotel Transylvania 3 with my niece and nephew. Do you know anyone who was born in Africa? When I was still in college, there was at least one guy in my class who was. Tutored me in math. Patience of a saint, haha. Have you ever been to an internet cafe? I actually have zero clue what that is. Has the year gone quickly for you so far? I’ve barely discerned 2018-2020, if I’m being honest with you. It’s just a lump of time where I’ve done jack-all. I mean yeah, school fits in there somewhere, but mentally I wasn’t in a wonderful place and haven’t been “happy” for a long time. My mental state has been the same for a few years. How many siblings does your significant other have? N/A Are you one of those people who can drink vodka straight? Oh, I hiiiighly doubt it. I loathe the taste of alcohol. Do you share a middle name with any of your friends? I legitimately have one of the most basic white bitch middle names in America, I know tons. How many pairs of jeans do you own? None. Do you know the name of the pharmacist at your local drug store? One, yes, considering Mom worked there before the cancer and is still in touch with this pharmacist. What flavor is your toothpaste? Mint. Are you sleepy right now? I think I’m permanently sleepy. Do you like crime films and tv shows? Not especially. Are you bitter about anything? Many things. What was the first online account you remember having? Neopets. My older sister helped me set it up when I was somewhere around eight. Do you use emojis? More than I used to. I’m gradually converting from emoticons to emojis, oof. What was the last type of soda you drank? Mountain Dew. Do you remember much from high school? I probably remember too much from high school, if I’m being honest. I remember far too much in far too much detail during the almost four years I dated Jason. Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? Probably the Bahamas, mostly for the pink beaches, aha. It would also be an incredible photography opportunity. Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? My former best friend’s dad was so southern that yes, I could barely understand him whatsoever. If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? If you mean a fresh, new one and not a glow-up on the Mark tribute tat I’ve mentioned five thousand times, a tribute to Teddy featuring his portrait, pawprint, and the Powerwolf lyrics “and we’ll meet where the wild wolves have gone.” I’m going to be picky as a motherfucker about the design itself, though, so realistically it probably wouldn’t be tomorrow since I’d probably commission people to draw in varying styles. Ugh, I need that tattoo gun, my man. What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? That would be 4 Peens in a Pod (it’s… not a porn I swear, it’s Fischfuck and the boys lmao). I’m waaaaaaaaaaay behind on it, though. I watch so many different things now that I’m behind on like… everything I watch/listen to. Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) I think I was with all of them? What was the last thing you wrote in a Word document? This survey. Because I combine short ones into Big Boys that I usually don’t finish in one go, I save my progress on it. Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? I miss a number of people and would rather not retrospect on them. What were the best and worst costumes you’ve ever worn? *shrug* Do you know anybody who is gay and married? I think so. What did you last take painkillers for? A headache. Are there any hobbies you want to get back into? Ugh. A whole fucking lot. I’ve thought quite a bit recently on how I miss video editing, but I just don’t have the motivation and dedication for that anymore. Have you ever shared a home with a friend? Yes. What’s the craziest or weirdest place you’ve ever slept? Nowhere that strange at all… Probably just like, the floor, but even then with blankets and stuff. What did you have for lunch today and who made it? I haven't had lunch yet. Are you allergic to anything? How did you find out? Pollen is pretty obvious, while serious discoloring and itching let me know I was allergic to silver. Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? Yeah, I was visiting her for a couple weeks. It was nice. Who was the last very physically attractive person you saw? In ~real life~, probably some friend on Facebook. Do you know anyone who is deaf? We recently found out actually that my youngest niece is deaf in her left ear due to a massive buildup of fluid in it. I’m so ready to hear about her reaction to hearing normally once it’s taken care of. Has there ever been a person you regret ever being friends with? Probably at some point. “Ever” makes this question difficult. Do you think you have a good understanding on love? Yes. What do you think of your parent(s)? I love them both immensely while acknowledging their flaws. What celebrity do you think should of never become famous? I don’t care enough to think on this honestly haha. Did you ever get into the Twilight saga craze? What about the Harry Potter craze? Neither. What's your opinion about Katy Perry's song "I Kissed a Girl"? It was bold for its time, for sure. I’ve never minded it. Actually since coming out as bi I’ve known that this song has to be included in the recession dances of my wedding if my partner is female lmao. Do you believe in heaven? If so, what's it like? If not, why? I hope there’s some sort of total bliss after death if you’re deserving of such, but I don’t know. I definitely don’t know how I actually picture it. Even if there’s not, well, I’m assuming I just won’t exist anymore, so I wouldn’t be able to care anyway. Sometimes I hope that's the case. What email service do you use for your main (or only) email account? Hotmail. Did you ever believe in the Tooth Fairy? Yeah. I remember there was one time where “she” didn’t trade my tooth for munz and I was so mad lmao. Mom apparently forgot and slipped something under the pillow while I was getting ready for school. How I fell for it, who knows man, kids are wild. How do you feel about Taco Bell? I’m not a Mexican food fan, really, but I do love their cheese (with or without chicken) quite a bit. The cinnamon bite things are bomb as FUCK, too. I’m still mad tilted they took potato products off their menu tho because I used to destroy the fiesta potatoes. How often do you go on to YouTube? I’m like… always on it. Not focusing on it at all times, but something’s in the background. Back when Spongebob Squarepants was famous, were you interested in it? Well of course, man. What's your dream pet? Ugggghhhh a sunset morph ball python, probably. Buuut I’ve seen some over $2k with their rarity. More realistically, I really, really want a Brazilian Black tarantula. And an arctic morph hognose. I want a lot of pets. ;_; Who's been your favorite teacher growing up, and why? God, I have a lot, honestly. All things considered, the answer is probably Miss Tobey, who was my physical science teacher in high school. She’s an extremely close family friend now involved regularly in my family’s lives. She can be… difficult and says shit before thinking, but we love her nevertheless. What's your favorite fairy tale? Fuck outta here if you say Shrek isn’t one. Do you have a favorite pen? Uh, no… I barely ever use pens anyway. Has a child ever asked you a question you found difficult to answer? Yeah; it happens sometimes with my niece and nephew. Name five books you've read in the past year. I think I’ve read the first three Wings of Fire book within the same year, and I’m currently on the forth. Other than those, I started The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, but only got through the prologue I think before my focus shifted onto WoF. I still plan on reading it at some point, though. ^Are any of those books your favorite? No. The prequel to The Testaments, The Handmaid’s Tale, is very high up there, though. Are you a person that enjoys re-reading books? Not at all. Once I read it once, I’m done. There are VERY few books I’ve reread, and most of those were children’s books from when I was little. Do you have a favorite talk show host? Don’t watch any. Which sounds the most refreshing: a hot shower or a cold one? I prefer hot showers unless I seeeeeriously need to cool down. Have you ever made your own soap? No. Can you sleep with socks on? UGH NO. When was the last time you were pissed beyond belief and why? Ummm good question. I don’t know about *that* mad. Maybe when Ashley’s mother-in-law shared a massively homophobic article that condoned conversion therapy on Facebook that resulted in me removing her from my friends and RAGING to my mom about it. That was forever ago, though. Do you have a favorite candle brand? No. What is your opinion on taxidermy? I have… very mixed feelings. If the animal was hunted for sport, then it’s fuckin disgusting; you literally killed an animal with the intention to show off the fact you’re a goddamn murderer. On the other hand, taxidermy of naturally-deceased animals can be educational, and even… artistic sometimes? I don’t know. I can’t really pick one stance over the other. Would you ever want to own a body part in a jar? Actually, yes, particularly of fetal animals (that WERE NOT killed for the sake of displaying), but for the same reasons above, I’m not sure if I would *really* do it. They are incredibly interesting to me, more so than taxidermy probably, but yeah, I still question the morality of it. What is the worst thing you have ever done to your own hair? I don’t think I’ve ever really done a “bad” thing to my hair. What qualities of yours do you think could potentially harm a relationship? I’m very clingy and, in the beginning, very paranoid that you’re going to leave. Have any of your childhood habits carried over into adolescence/adulthood? I had AWFUL separation anxiety from my mom for a very long time as a kid, and I guess that evolved into my extreme inability to handle loss well, maybe. I’d say they’re at least somewhat related. What is the first band that comes to mind when I say 'dark'? Cradle of Filth popped up first. As far as relationships go, what are your biggest deal-breakers? Abuse, arrogance, and distrust probably top the list. Be honest: do looks really matter to you? Nah. It’s nice to be physically attracted to my partner, but it’s not a must. Have you ever done something simply because you were of age? No. Do you think it's worth it to tell someone you had feelings for them when you don't have them anymore? I mean, what’s the situation? Are you hanging out, talking about relationships casually? I’d say it’s fine then if it’s relevant to the conversation. I don’t think it’s worth going out of your way to tell someone you liked them if you don’t anymore, though. Have you ever done something you once thought you'd be too chicken to do? Y’know that ride at fairs where you go up really high on a circular thing with other people and then drop abruptly? That. I screamed like a mf lmao. I had to put a lot of effort into not yelling “SHIIIIIIIIIIIT” lmao. What's a food you love but don't get to eat very often? Stuff involving shrimp, ig. What's your favorite mythical being? Dragons! Have you ever felt a baby kick? I don’t think so, and I don’t want to, considering it’s fucking terrifying to me. I can’t even see a baby move without screaming and wanting to hurl. When is the last time you did something truly fun, and what was it? Who the fuck knows… What is the worst thing you've ever done when you were really angry? Said things I shouldn’t have. Are there any pills you take on a daily basis? If so, what? A lot. I can’t be bothered to go through all of them. At what age do you first remember feeling butterflies in your stomach around someone? I’m not sure. Do you feel that way around anyone now? I don’t think so. What is your main heritage? German or Irish, idr which is more prominent. What is a song that you hate to admit you like? “Bitches” by Hollywood Undead came to me first lmao. What inspires you to get off your bum and do something productive? More than anything, watching inspirational YouTube videos. What part of your body have you had the most problems with in your life? I suppose maybe my ears? I had tubes put in as a kid, I had an absolutely agonizing ear infection once, I had earwax adhered to my eardrum, and they've always been STUPID dry and flaky. Are you watching your weight? Like a hawk, but it doesn’t seem to matter anyway. :^) Have you ever become really good friends with someone you found online? Most of my closest friends I’ve met online. What is the coolest tattoo you've ever seen? You’re asking the wroooong person, lol. I’ve just seen way too many… Have you ever created anything artistic that you're proud of? If so, what? Lots of things; drawings, some writing, photographs, video edits… What do you like on your hotdogs, if you eat hotdogs? Just ketchup and mustard. What is a subject that makes you uncomfortable? Sex. What is a subject you can talk on and on about and not get sick of it? MEERKATS and MARK What is the worst thing someone could do to you emotionally? Tell me I’m weak. Or that my mental illnesses truly do make me unlovable. Just essentially do fucking not make me feel what Jason did. What is the worst thing you've ever done to someone emotionally? Said some extremely mean and potentially scarring shit.

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Bad Blood - Chapter 30

You can read it on AO3 or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here. 

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The loft is covered in blood. There are more dead bodies in it than in a sophomoric slasher movie. Peter would really, really like a cold drink right now. The cans of Mountain Dew in the refrigerator are calling him. He wants sugar and bubbles and something to wash the taste of blood out of his mouth, yet he can’t bring himself to move just yet.  

He and Derek and Laura are sitting on the couch. They’re dressed in fresh clothes—explaining bloody bullet holes in their old ones, with no corresponding wounds on their bodies, would be difficult. Plus, this way, it’s easier to play the part of the slightly bewildered innocent citizens who somehow got caught up in all this mess.

Peter feels the slightly bewildered part is the truth, at least.

“Amateurs, I guess,” John Stilinski is saying with some authority to his deputies. “Must have got all that fancy tough-guy gear off Amazon or something, and thought they were Rambo. They couldn’t shoot for shit, and they obviously didn’t know what the hell they were doing with explosives if they blew themselves up like that.”

Lies, all lies, but he tells them so convincingly. His heartbeat barely stutters.

There are no bloody clothes in the loft. There are no crates of weapons. The remaining infrared tripwires were disabled long before the police arrived. All of that gear is currently in the back of Deaton’s ‘Beacon Hills Animal Clinic’ van, being driven away from the scene.

“Yeah,” John continues. “I was just coming over to pick Stiles up after work. You haven’t met Stiles, have you, Parrish? He’s been living with his grandparents overseas for a while.” He rubs a hand across his face and sighs. “Well, I’m sorry he had to be here for this, but, then again, if I hadn’t turned up, who knows what would have happened?”

God. The man deserved a fucking Oscar, but Peter guesses he’ll be happy enough to walk away with his job.

“It’s some business deal that went wrong, I gather,” John says, and looks over to Peter.

Peter nods. “Yes. The Argents are arms dealers. It’s all perfectly legal. I approached Chris Argent about setting up a new business together, using his name and my capital, and I guess Gerard didn’t take it well. I mean, Chris said the old man could be intractable and that he wouldn’t be very happy about it, but nobody was expecting anything like this.”

His shudder isn’t all feigned.

They got lucky tonight. Very fucking lucky.

It could have gone wrong so easily. It very nearly did.

The moment that Stiles shot his father—

Peter shudders again.

Stiles and Allison are sitting together in one of the armchairs, wedged in like small children. Their hands and faces are clean, but their clothes are still splattered with blood.

A business deal gone wrong is a solid explanation for Gerard’s attack on both Chris, and the Hales. They just have to get Chris up to speed before he’s interviewed by the police. Luckily for them—not so luckily for Chris, probably—he hasn’t been in any fit condition to be officially spoken to yet.

Parrish is young and earnest-faced. He turns to Stiles and Allison. “You want to tell me what happened in the car?”

“I stabbed him,” Allison says woodenly. “With an arrow. In the eye. That’s when we crashed.”

She looks like she wants to be sick.

“I, um… I shot the other guy,” Stiles says. “He was going to shoot us.”

“Also they were kidnapping us!” Allison exclaims.

“Yeah,” Stiles says. “They were kidnapping us.”

“It was a good shot,” Parrish says, and there’s not a question there, but there’s something expectant in his tone nonetheless. Parrish isn’t stupid.  

Stiles wrinkles his nose and looks even younger than his sixteen years. “I play a lot of first person shooters.” He pulls his mouth down at the corners. “I don’t think I will anymore though.”

Parrish nods, sympathy creeping into his expression.

That acting gene clearly runs strongly in the Stilinski line. It sure as hell didn’t skip a generation here, did it?

“I don’t even know what the protocol is here, Sheriff,” Parrish says at last. “You can’t investigate it though.”

“Obviously not,” John says. “Listen, you take your initial statements, and call in Detective Garcia. She’s the next ranking highest officer under me. And I’ll be taking administrative leave until this is all resolved.”

Parrish nods.

“But in the meantime,” John continues, “I’m going to take my son and Allison back to my place, because they’ve been through a hell of a traumatic experience tonight.” He looks to Peter. “Peter, do you want to come too? The forensics guys and the photographers won’t be done for hours yet, and you sure as hell shouldn’t have to stay here tonight.”

Peter recognises a lifeline when he’s thrown one.

“Yes,” he says. “We’d appreciate that.”

They could stay in a hotel he supposes, but he knows he’s not the only one who wants to be somewhere more familiar. And John’s house has become familiar to them recently. It feels safe, like a pack den.

They head upstairs to pack overnight bags, dodging deputies and crime scene photographers. At least Peter’s bedroom is unscathed and Laura’s only has a broken window. Derek’s is a fucking bloodbath, complete with a plastic-covered dead body on the floor.

That’s going to take a lot of scrubbing with bleach.

The whole loft is.

Peter’s almost sorry it didn’t explode.

***

The kids fall asleep on mattresses on John Stilinski’s living room floor, even Laura. Peter tugs a blanket up over her in the darkness. There will be plenty of time for her to be the alpha again tomorrow, but Peter is always the left hand. He wanders back to the kitchen and checks the time on the microwave. It’s past midnight. Too late to call Matty. He sends a text to Satomi instead, asking her to let him know first thing in the morning that they’re all okay, and he’s sorry he missed his nightly phone call.

The hunters, he tells Satomi, are taken care of for now.

Because what was this except the opening salvo of a war?

She texts back almost immediately to tell him that she’ll pass that on to Matty, and that when he’s ready to tell her what happened, she’ll take his call.

He appreciates that she doesn’t push.

John is sitting at the kitchen table. There’s no beer in front of him tonight though.

“Okay?” Peter asks, sitting down opposite him.

“For now,” John says.

“Do you think your story will hold?”

“I think so,” John says. “Crazier things have happened.” His mouth twists and he shrugs. “Possibly.”

Peter allows himself a faint smile.

“It’s the hunters’ council we need to focus on next,” John says, and he sounds all business. “But Victoria is head of the Argent family now, and she fucking owes me. She owes you too, for keeping Allison safe. If she speaks for you, and with Araya Calavera at least willing to listen, then maybe—”

“Stop,” Peter says, and holds up a hand. “Stop, please.”

John raises his eyebrows.

“Just for one night, let’s not. I’m tired, John. I’m so fucking tired.”

John’s gaze is full of understanding. He stands up, and offers Peter his hand. “Come on then,” he says, and leads him upstairs to bed.

***

Peter sleeps.

That’s all he does.

It feels like he hasn’t slept in months, if not years, but somehow, with John’s solid heartbeat beside him, he sleeps.

And he doesn’t wake again until the sun is already well and truly up, and John’s bastard neighbor decides that 11 a.m. is a good time to mow his lawn.

***

Alan Deaton turns up to the house at midday, and asks to speak with Laura and Peter.

“Anything we have to discuss, I’m happy to discuss in front of Allison and Sheriff Stilinski,” Laura says.

She doesn’t even look to Peter for approval, and he smiles at that. She’s finding her feet today. He’s proud of her, and knows Talia would be too.

“I’m going back to Mexico,” Deaton says. “To speak to Araya Calavera, to make sure no other hunters come here in an attempt to avenge Gerard Argent.”

Allison lifts her chin at that. “Why would they? I killed him.”

Deaton looks slightly taken aback for a moment.

“He broke the Code,” Allison says. “He broke the Code when he killed Scott McCall for no reason, and I killed him.”

Oh, Peter likes Allison. She’s as steely as any other Argent through and through but she’s untainted by their bigotry.

“Well that does put a different spin on things,” Deaton says thoughtfully.

Peter glances at John, and sees the way he’s watching Allison.

Maybe John was wrong. Maybe Victoria won’t be the head of the Argent family after all. God knows she’s got a hell of a candidate in Allison.

***

Peter won’t say that the rest of the day is smooth sailing. When Victoria arrives in the afternoon to collect Allison, he has to hold John back from punching her.

“My daughter was as much a hostage as your son,” Victoria says.

“You still got to raise her!” John yells.

Stiles scuttles upstairs when he hears that, his scent sour with sudden panic.

“John,” Peter says firmly, a hand on John’s chest. “John, leave it. Go and talk to your son.”

John glowers at him, but eventually nods and follows Stiles up the stairs.

“Janusz takes order from you now, does he?” Victoria asks. “A wolf?”

Peter lifts his lip and growls.

“Stop it, Mom!” Allison snaps. “You don’t get to judge anyone here! You and Dad stood by while Kate and Gerard hurt Stiles.”

Victoria’s expression is pinched. “We did it for you, Allison.”

“Well maybe you should have done something for Stiles too!”

Victoria’s cold façade cracks a fraction. “There was nothing we could do!”

“You can do something now!” Allison yells back. “You can tell the hunters’ council to leave the Hales alone! You can tell them to leave Stiles and the sheriff alone! You can tell them not to send anyone here!”

“Yes,” Victoria says. “Yes, we can do that.”

The fight drains out of Allison, and leaves her looking uncertain and slightly brittle, as though she thought it would be much harder than that to convince her mother. She can’t smell the guilt rolling off Victoria in stinking waves the way that Peter can.

He doesn’t pity Victoria—and she’s not looking for pity—but he does understand her.

Peter knows what it’s like to be backed into a corner.

“Victoria,” he says. “How’s Chris?”

Victoria looks at him warily. “Doing better. He’s off his ventilator today.”

“Good,” Peter says. “Then let’s talk about our official story. Things will be so much smoother for everyone if we’re all on the same page.”

Victoria stares at him for a long moment, and then nods. “Let’s do that.”

[onceuponamirror]

Drabble prompt: SweetVee - Canon au - post-high school - Veronica visits her mother's home town Riverdale for the first time and meets Sweet Pea. Perhaps she gets lost and stumbles into south side? Maybe she's hosting an event and he's working catering? Do thy meet via her newfound Riverdale friends?

a/n: i took some liberties. also, had way too much fun with it. also, what is this

summary: There are always things that bubble. Laughter, anger, attraction— champagne, most of all. In those golden, floating bubbles are the thoughts she should avoid, things she shouldn’t dwell on, tries not to, guilt to stamp out.

It never really works.

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She has a headache. 

A headache that may be more accurately qualified as a migraine; more precisely a pre-hangover; more exactly as a tsunami of roughly a decade’s worth of pent up frustrations. 

This whole night is awful—a joke, if she’s being honest, all these preening people, money fluttering down from the heavens, playing with people’s lives as they always do. 

She just needs to get away, away from the glittering chandeliers and bubbling drinks, and stalks out of the ballroom in search of liquid salvation. Veronica crosses through the lobby and finds the hotel bar empty, just as she’d hoped. Daddy had practically rented out the whole venue for this fundraiser, which means she’ll be left undisturbed in any other part of the hotel.

Veronica slides onto a stool, allows herself a moment of eyes-wide-shut careful breathing, and then opens a look onto the bartender. “Martini. So dry it makes me think of climate change.”

“Think that would probably be the opposite. Rising waters mean more storms,” the guy behind the bar says, throwing her a skeptical look. He’s clearly wearing the hotel’s uniform, but pairs it with a ridiculous beanie that she’s quite sure would never fly anywhere else but this absurd place. 

He adjusts the cardboard box in his arms, which clinks with the movement. “But I’m not the bartender. You’ll have to wait.” 

Veronica inhales sharply. “Tell me. Does anything in this post-surrealist town run at normal speed?” 

He looks back at her, as if unsure if he appreciates the joke. “No,” he says flatly after a moment, and then disappears behind a kitchen door, which swings after him. She stares at it, her head gives a pound, and she decides she doesn’t care. 

She throws her legs off the stool and slides down, a decent drop to the floor for her, and cuts around the bar. She’s been drinking champagne already and all those bubbles tend to rise right to her amygdala, something her mother would sneer at as a dangerous combination. 

Of course, except having taken the bar exam, she’s never tended a bar itself. But she’s been mixing drinks since she was thirteen and filled with an impetuous desire to prove something—and she’s preferred mixing her own since sixteen, for reasons she doesn’t hold dear. 

Even in her heels, it’s a bit of a reach for the better gin, but she manages it, her bracelets jingling with the effort. She’s just begun shaking the ice when the kitchen door swings back open and a tall—quite tall—guy appears through it, blinking when he sees her behind the bar.

He’s wearing a similar hotel uniform as the beanie-clad scowler, and his neck arches as he takes her in, folding his arms at once. Like his predecessor, he seems to regard her with inherent suspicion, but there’s something different as he runs his eyes up and down her form, lingering on the sequins on her dress and pearls around her neck.

“I was told there was someone waiting for a drink. Guess they didn’t wait,” he says after a moment. Veronica rolls her eyes and finishes with the shaker. 

“Women get nowhere when they’re too patient,” she replies with a sarcastic flutter of her eyelashes, reaching for the gin and adding it to the mixture. 

The guy pushes off the wall, pulling the vermouth off its higher shelf with no difficulty. She supposes bartending is an apt position when one is as tall as the model skyscraper in the Time’s Square FAO Schwartz.

He hands it to her, and then his posture immediately returns to crossed, studying her carefully, as if watching and waiting to see if she actually knows what she’s doing. 

It’s only when she’s nearly prepared the martini and turns to him and says, “Olives?” in her most expectant voice that he breaks into an amused look. He reaches across her, picks out a toothpick from one container and stabs three olives at once, and offers her the skewer with a slightly mocking bow.

She carves an eyebrow his way, and accepts the offering, dropping it into her glass. Veronica then draws her clutch bag open, fishes out two tenners and snaps it shut, putting it back under her arm. 

Lips and eyes lifted, she reaches up and tucks the bills into his uniform breast pocket as she walks past on her way to the other side of the bar, sidling back onto her stool and sipping gently at her drink.

After a long moment, the bartender decides to move, putting away the bottles and passing her a small napkin for her drink. “You’re pretty dressed up,” he says, running a rag up and down the counter. “You’re here for that fundraiser in the ballroom, I guess.” 

Only Veronica herself has been known to spit the word fundraiser with such contempt—years of resentment over cancelled recitals and forgotten performances in lieu of some event her parents neglected to tell her they were attending—don’t waste your time pouting, mija, it’s unbecoming—and she rests an elbow on the bar, appraising him. 

“Unfortunately, indeed I am,” she agrees, sipping again at her drink. Not bad, she thinks, trying to remember when she last shook her own martini.

For the first time, the bartender smiles. It’s an appealing look, and then it shifts, clearly a darker thought taking hold. Veronica is surprised to hear herself think it does nothing to diminish his attractiveness. 

His uniform runs high along his neck, but there’s a dark spot peeking out along the brim of it, and she realizes it’s a snake tattoo.

Veronica stares at it, and wonders with gleefully morbid curiosity how furious Daddy would be if she brought home a bartender with a neck tattoo.

“It’s so fucking stupid,” he mutters under his breath. “They’re tearing down people’s homes for a fucking golf course.”

Veronica runs her tongue along her teeth, considering her words. He obviously doesn’t know who she is, or he wouldn’t be saying that to her. Or—perhaps not in such a confiding tone. 

“I take it you’re not in favor of progress,” she says, tilting her head at him. 

His smile runs thinner. “It’s nice that they keep coming up with new words for ugly bullshit. Progress,” he adds sharply, raising his eyebrows. “My grandma’s trailer makes way for progress.”

She pauses, sipping at her drink, perhaps to stave off a sizable pang of guilt. Truthfully, the past couple of years, Veronica has made an effort to not think too hard about her father’s business deals—she knows it puts a sour taste in her mouth, and she’s chosen her own profession, independent of his, for a reason. 

She’s just here to smile pretty for photos, not dirty her hands, even if that feels harder to justify in the face of the one across from her. 

It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong. 

A thought she’s sat with for months, as long as she’s known about Daddy’s plans to demolish half of the town he grew up in—out of spite, she’s fairly certain—her lips pursed against voicing it, afraid of her father’s wrath for hearing it. 

Ever since she announced she wanted no part of Lodge Industries, that she would forge her own path, her father has treated her like an outsider, a stranger, a betrayal he took personally. 

And perhaps, in the angry, neglected heart of her, that’s how she meant it. 

“Listen, I agree with you. But from what I hear, development is already underway,” Veronica sighs, putting down her martini. The drink is as bitter as the truth. “I’m sorry. Really, I empathize. I just don’t think there’s anything left to be done about it.”

But the bartender just shakes his head at her, wearing a wan grin. “People like you always say that.”

“People like me?” Veronica repeats, offense tinged on every word. “You don’t know me.”

Though if you did, your argument would be stronger, she admits to herself, holding down a sigh as her finger traces the dew on her glass. 

“Look at you,” he scoffs, gesturing vaguely at her glitzy outfit and pearls. “This kind of town—these kinds of lives—must just look like something on a map to you.”

Veronica frowns, running her eyes across his face, something about his words uncorking a long-buried thought in her chest. 

Eventually, he shrugs. “And there is still shit to be done about it. We’re protesting the groundbreaking tomorrow, me and a bunch of buddies. Everyone in the trailer park agreed not to move. So we’re not giving up, even if we have to shell out for some fancy lawyer.”

“That’s her,” a voice from across the room sounds, and it’s the beanie-wearing guy from before, pointing right at her. A blonde woman about Veronica’s age with a notepad offers him a far more thankful smile than necessary, her hand squeezing at the interloper’s arm—Veronica can practically see his blush from here—and then beelines straight for her, ponytail bouncing. 

“Miss Lodge, I’m Betty Cooper, with The Riverdale Register,” she says without preamble, shoving her hand out to shake, which Veronica does, shocked into habit. “I was wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes regarding your family’s plans for demolishing Sunnyside trailer park in favor of needless gentrification. Do you realize you’ll be uprooting roughly thirty families with nowhere else to go?”

The bartender scoffs loudly, as if it’s an inadvertent sound, staring at Veronica in a completely new light. Certainly not one that happens to be flattering. His expression is practically florescent. “Unbelievable,” he says blankly. 

Veronica blinks at him before forcing her gaze back onto the reporter. “I’m—I’m not associated with the company business. I’m just a lawyer.”

“But you’re Veronica Lodge. You must have an opinion,” Betty insists, a type of intrepid concentration in her eyes Veronica recognizes and, truthfully, respects. 

The bartender is shaking his head at her, disgust on his face, and for some reason—Veronica can’t stand that. And he was right, of course, right about it all, about what Daddy is doing. It’s—it’s—

“It’s awful,” she says before she can think on it further, sitting up straighter in her stool. “My opinion is that it’s awful.”

Betty’s mouth falls open, pencil comically poised against the notepad, and then seems to snap out of it, a dangerously excited gleam in her eye. “Are you saying, on the record, that you stand with the local protestation of the demolishment and gentrification of Riverdale’s south side?”

What will Daddy think?

What will Daddy do?

And then—

Fuck him, she thinks. 

Veronica raises her neck and sits at her full height, recrossing her legs. 

“Yes,” she says clearly. “In fact, would there not be an obvious conflict of interest in personally representing the interest of Sunnyside trailer park, I would offer to do it. In lieu of that, I am more than happy to make the right calls so that this inevitable court battle gets handled by the best in the business. Pro bono,” she adds, throwing a sharp, pointed look at the incredibly stunned bartender. 

Betty’s eyes flick from him to the other guy, who has moved next to her, all trading expressions of shock. 

“That’s very kind of you,” she eventually manages to stammer out. “Would you be willing to set aside some time for a formal interview with The Register to discuss plans for fighting your father?”

Realizing the full weight of what she’s just done and feeling neither guilt nor shame about it, Veronica’s conscious feels clear for the first time in—well, perhaps, ever. 

It’s a feeling she didn’t know how badly she craved, a weight she had no idea was so heavy until it was gone, and she revels in it now, like she might float right out of her skin. 

“I would be happy to, Betty,” she says cheerily, and then twists in her seat to face the bartender, reaching back into her clutch bag for two of her business cards and offering one up to her. 

“We’ll set up a lunch.” Then she turns to the bartender. “You’ll need one as well,” she says, passing it to him, and he takes it with surprisingly nimble fingers. 

He lets out a breath, his expression wholly wide and wholly unreadable. 

Veronica slides off her stool, throwing back the rest of her drink and settling it firmly on the counter. “Call me tomorrow,” she says, and he nods, once. “I’ll need your name, to know who to expect.”

“Um, it’s…Sweet Pea, actually,” he says, after a moment. Veronica gapes, and then a laugh bubbles out of her. 

“Oh, god. That’s going to make Daddy even more furious,” she says on a sigh, grinning. “Well. Talk to you then, Sweet Pea. We have a lot of work to do.”

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[warriorqueen1991]

~ Worthy Of You ~

Characters: John Winchester x Judith

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Wound Care

Notes: This was requested by the lovely @azanoni for the absolutely wonderful @crzcorgi I hope you enjoy your time with John hun ;)

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The shattering of glass broke the silence of the quiet suburban home as a large form smashed through the window. The loud echoing howl that followed made the man now laying on his back in the yard groan.

John Winchester had been hunting this damn werewolf for four weeks now.

Shaking the glass from his worn leather jacket he got to his feet grabbing the sawed off from the dew covered grass. Growling in frustration as he jogged around the house, fuck he regretted not getting at least an hour of sleep last night.

He was too old for this shit.

Peering around the far side of the building he grimaced as blood trailed down his cheek, the creature was most likely fleeing back to its pack.

Gritting his teeth as he leaned back against the siding, he let out a deep sigh. He would have to track it tomorrow and hopefully not fuck up this time and let it get the fucking drop on him.

Limping back to his truck, he grunted as he pulled his aching body into the cab. Twisting the keys in the ignition he winced as he pulled back out onto the main road, tossing gravel around its tires.

The drive back to the hotel was long but quiet, Johns hazel eyes heavy as he glanced at the clock. He could remember a time when he didn't care about how late he was out hunting, or how banged up he got.

Or hell, whether or not he died.

But these days he found himself actually taking care of himself, of making sure not to be too reckless or self destructive. His sons were his life, but they didn't need him. Mary had been gone for years, the search for Yellow Eyes had consumed his soul.

But just as the darkness wrapped it's maws around him, she had burst through the smog like his own personal lighthouse.

Sliding his key into the lock, he pushed open the door with a heavy sigh.

Judith was curled up on the hotel bed, her arms wrapped around his pillow. Her short black hair messy and soft as ran his rough fingers through her ebony locks. One of his button up plaid shirts hanging loosely around her lushess curves.

Tracing the natural curve of her body he let a soft smile curve his lips as she shifted under his light touch. Judith had entered his life like a warm fire in a snow storm, three years ago he had saved her from a Windigo.

And she had been with him every since.

Wincing as he peeled his jacket from his shoulders, he groaned as pain shot down his spine. Of course he had tried to push her away, to convince her that she had no place in his world.

That he was a light consuming black hole that would devour all happiness from her, there was nothing left of him to love.

But she stayed.

It had taken awhile but slowly her affection and undying love for him had thawed the glacier around his dying heart, hers being large enough to give him half.

“Your home?”

Glancing back at the woman now sitting up in the bed, he gave her a tired smile “lost it in the suburbs, I'm gonna track it tomorrow”. Nodding her head she bit her lip in thought as she watched him slowly lift his shirt from his torso.

His back was littered with bruises, four long scratches running along his ribs.

The split flesh oozing blood.

They weren't deep enough to garner any severe medical attention, but she knew they still needed to be cleaned up.

Swinging her bare feet onto the carpet, she slowly moved in behind him as he tossed the fabric onto the floor. Sliding her hands around his waist, she gently kissed his shoulder.

“Let me patch you up ok?”

Humming in agreement he ran his fingers over hers as she slowly unbuckled his belt, sliding the worn leather from his pants. Leaning back against her, he let out a deep breath as her fingers caressed his stomach. John closed his eyes as her fingers rested beneath his waistband, her smooth lips trailing feather light kisses up his spine.

Patting his stomach with a soft smile Judith slid her hands from him before tugging on his waistband “come on”.

Smiling at his answering purr, she sat down on the bed before turning so she could pull her legs back onto the mattress. John groaned as he sat down, a line of crimson blood running down his side. Lying back on the warm covers he let his tired eyes drift over her as she pulled the med kit up from under the bed.

Running his fingers over her bare thigh, he toyed with the hem of his shirt as she began cleaning his wounds. “So how was your day?” his raspy voice making her smile as she tossed the bloody gauze into the nearby trashcan.

“It was good, I took a walk around town and fed some birds” she giggled “maybe we could take a walk together sometime?”

He winced as she pressed his skin together before applying another bandage. “Sounds good...gotta...ah..gotta get rid of that damn thing early, hopefully I can destroy it before it changes again”.

Judith frowned at his soft rumbling, he was trying to split himself between two worlds and she wanted more than anything to be happy. But each day he came home more banged up than the last and more tired, but she had promised him she wouldn't ask him to stop.

So instead she nodded taping up his side with long strips of gauze tape, he grunted as she made sure it was tight against his skin.

Rubbing his freshly dressed wound, she giggled “your gonna hate me when you remove this”. Smiling he messaged her calf with a light laugh “hmm didn't need the hair anyway” she smiled leaning over to kiss his side “I'll be gentle…” Sitting back up she ran her hand gently down his stomach “I for one love your chest hair”.

Biting his lip he chuckled softly as his large hand continued to rub her leg soothingly “thank you”. Moving so she could lay down next to him, she snuggled into his side caressing his chest as he kissed her hairline.

His hand coming up to trace her skin as they both closed their eyes, this is what John had needed in his life after Mary.

He needed someone to pull him back to his feet, to be his anchor in this madness.

To make him feel human, again.

He never should've dragged his kids into this hell. Now they would turn out just as miserable as he was, or worse.

That's all he was good at anymore, spreading his misery.

The feeling of her soft lips against his made his eyes flutter open. Lifting his hand to caress her cheek lovingly, he smiled.

“M’sorry”

She smiled running her fingers into his soft hair “it's fine John, you have alot on your mind…” she caressed his jaw bone “just remember I'm here for you, ok?”

He frowned nodding his head, his eyes drifting closed as she continued to caress his face. “I don't deserve you, ya know?” she sighed at his defeated tone, he always got like this when he came home to her. His way of dealing with everything was to punish himself, and if he thought he was becoming happy he would retreat into himself for cover.

Leaning into another slow kiss Judith ran her fingers down his neck as she whispered against his lips “please don't say stuff like that...you deserve to be happy John”.

He sighed dropping his heavy gaze to her parted lips, his breathing picking up as she ran her thumb over his bottom lip “smile for me…”. Cupping her cheeks as he pulled her back to his lips, he slid his fingers into her short hair with a light purr. His lips parting slightly as her tongue caressed the roof of his mouth, humming low against her lips.

She smiled as his hands fisted her short locks, his surprisingly soft lips sucking against hers with a harsh inhale through his nose.

Pulling back as his eyes drifted open she smirked “You better smile for me Winchester before I kick your ass”. He chuckled as she began peppering his face with kisses, her feathery giggle making him cup her face with a bright smile.

Caressing her cheeks with his calloused thumbs, he leaned up to kiss her deeply as he slowly slid his fingers back into her hair.

Moaning softly against his lips, she slid her hands against his moving jawbone. Her fingers running over his chest, her thumb caressing over his nipple absently.

Lost in the feeling of his lips on hers, Judith smiled as she moved her body further onto his chest. Grunting breathlessly, he slid his hand down her side to grip her hip firmly.

Judith gasped as his hand slowly slid underneath his confiscated shirt, his rough palm squeezing her panty covered globes with a pleased hum as his other remained in her hair. Judith whimpered, swinging her leg over his waist so she could deepen the kiss. His other hand dropping down to join the other as he worked his shirt over her smooth flesh.

Sitting up on his thighs, she gasped as he sat up beneath her. Flinging the shirt over her head as their lips sealed back over one another in a heated frenzy, his large hands gripping her sides as she moved her hips against him slightly.

The soft groan that puffed past his lips had her gripping his hair as she repeated the motion. Her curvy hips pressing against him in a slow delicious grind that had his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Pressing her forehead against his as they panted heavily into each other's mouths, her delicate fingers slid down his chest to rest on his waistband. The intimacy between the two had been slow and tortuous, but with John...she had soon realized it had needed to be slow.

Having sex was easy.

Making Love was hard...Especially for someone so emotionally cut off.

Judith pressed her lips against his in a feather light touch, her nose pressing against his as he nuzzled against her. Her fingers unbuttoning his pants as their lips moved together in slow lazy motions, urging their bodies to mimic the movement.

Judith couldn't suppress the carrying moan that fell from her lips as his hands slipped beneath her panties to grip her bare flesh. Whispering his name into his ear, she rolled her hips as he growled softly against her lips.

“hmm...Jude…” his raspy voice sent chills down her spine as he rolled his head back against his shoulders with a blissful sigh. Her fingers running up his chest to cup his throat as she panted against his chin.

“John…”

Urging her hips against him harder, his tight grunts gained in volume as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Biting at her neck with a soft purr, John groaned against her flesh as his hips rolled up to meet hers.

His erection pressed against his jeans, as their movements became more frantic. Urging Judith off his lap John quickly got to his feet toeing off his boots before dropping his pants.

Smiling softly, Judith moved back into his arms as he kicked his pants and boxes from his feet. Her hands reaching around to grip his ass roughly as she nipped at his chest making him groan, his breaths coming out in heavy pants.

Sliding a hand to each cheek, he effortlessly lifted her to his waist by her ass. The movement making a shot of pain dance across his wound but the burning only seemed to make him more eager.

Spinning around so he could press her to the mattress, he purred as her nails raked down his spine. His mouth sucking against her swan like neck as his large hands dragged her panties down her thighs.

Judith arched up beneath him as the silk fabric fell off her toes onto the gray carpet, her legs sliding up his bare thighs as he moved her to the center of the bed.

Gripping his tense muscles rippling down his arm, Judith gasped as his lips sealed over hers with a deep groan. Sucking against his lips she whimpered as his hands combed through her short hair, his lips parting slightly as he panted against her lips.

Lifting his face to stare down into her steel blue eyes he smiled softly before pressing his forehead against hers, his hazel eyes drifted shut as she slid her hand down to guide him within her heat. His mouth opened in a silent moan as she parted her lips against his, their heavy breaths mixing in a heated kiss as he rolled his pelvis to drag against hers.

Judith writhed beneath him as her fingers ran up his body to fist his hair, his hands gripping her hips as his knees pressed into the mattress. Her legs clamped around his hips as his back arched above her with each roll of his hips, his deep needy groans muffled against her neck.

“Ahhh John…hmmm...oh...yeeesssss” her breathy moans against his cheek made him groan, his rough hands pulling her hips firmly against him as he set a steady pace. The cheap motel mattress squeaking loudly beneath their moving bodies.

John's damp hair was sticking to his forehead as Judith cupped his heated face, pulling him into a passion filled kiss.

“Arghhhh shit...damn Jude...baby” he grit his teeth as her muscles fluttered around him. His hips slammed into hers with a loud grunt as she clawed at his back, her mouth falling open with a loud moan as her fingers raked up the back of his head.

“Oh my god...John!!!” curling up around him with a desperate cry, Judith met his thrusts with loud enthusiasm as his calloused hands memorized her every curve. His sweaty face pressed against her temple as he growled softly with each pump of his hips, his eyes clamping shut with a tight wince.

“Jude…?”

His rough exhale made her tense up around him as pleasure shot down her spine, she knew he was close. His sweat soaked flesh slapping against hers as they both clawed at eachothers wet hair, pulling on his dripping locks she squealed out as he bit at her jaw. His lips pulling back in a snarl as her teeth pulled at his bottom lip, slapping his hand against the sheets he cried out with a rough groan.

Her hips swiveling around his throbbing shaft as he sat back to press his hand against her chest, her arms coming up on either side if her head.

Clenching her muscles around his aching cock, she arched her spine as he gently pressed his hand around her throat.

Throwing his head back as sweat ran down his clenching stomach, he let out a pained groan as she seized up around him.

Raking her nails up his slick skin she screamed in pleasure as she gripped his wet chest hair, pulling on it as she rolled her hips around his pulsing shaft.

“Arrrggh jesus!!….cum for me John...please”

Wrenching her hands from his body, he pinned her wrists to the damp sheets on either side of her face. His heavy lust blown eyes dropping to her pouty lips as he growled softly against her smooth skin.

Judith smiled brightly up at him as he pulled back, his lips quirking up in a slow smile. His beautiful dimples digging deep into his cheeks as he kissed her deeply, his hands sliding up her wrists to lace with hers.

Pulling from her quivering flesh, he grunted roughly as he slammed back into her. His mouth hanging open as he continued to pound into her hot folds, her eyes wide in pleasure as she whimpered and moaned beneath him.

Her second orgasam shaking her to the core as he finally swelled within her, his loud groan of relief making her squeeze him with tantalizing pulses. His hot cum bathing her womb like a warm blanket as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, his body jerking against her in overstimulation.

Groaning against her desperately, John rolled over on his side. Their bodies still connected as he continued to throb within her, his arms hugging around her tightly.

Running her fingers through his wet hair soothingly, Judith smiled in content as he purred against her chest.

“I'm not worthy of your love baby” he choked with a shuddering breath.

Pressing a kiss to his sweat slicked temple she sighed hugging him closer.

“Your the only one who is”

[artsynanotech]

Endure the Silence

(After the events of the last session Scott decided to limit the amount of time he and Ares spend together, to try and convince the rest of DC that they’d broken up. But given they’re 100% blood bound to each other, it’s harder than Scott thought it would be. This is the result of a full month apart. Jesus Christ did it take forever to write. XP Content warnings for references to emotional/psychological abuse and manipulation, m/m sex,and bloodplay.)

~~~ Scott thanked God that the rest of the hotel was empty. He looked around the mess he and Ares had made – torn blankets, a bloodstained carpet, cracks in an already decrepit wall, clothes that were shredded beyond repair and tossed every which way – and wondered just how much trouble they’d been in if there had been other guests around to hear their racket. It probably sounded like a literal bloody murder. Hell, if either Ares or Scott were human it probably would have been. But then this place had a pay by the hour option, so maybe no one would have been surprised. 

They’d cracked the headboard at some point. Scott couldn’t remember when. Nor did he really much care. Ares was there, tangled beneath him on the hotel’s bed, eyes wide with equal parts awe and need. Scott could only imagine his own expression was similar. His blood was singing – no, crying out – for Ares. He could feel it roiling deep within his veins. It screamed at him for more. His heart was full to bursting with Ares’ vitae but it wasn’t enough. Scott could feel his jaw trembling. His gaze settled on Ares’ neck. There was still an open bite wound there. They’d been in such a rush to have each other that he’d forgotten to lick it closed. It was so tempting to lash out again, to sink his fangs into that deliciously cold skin and drink until he couldn’t drink anymore… Scott forced those thoughts to the back of his mind. He had to remind himself he wasn’t there for blood. Well he was, but that wasn’t the whole of it. Not by far. He wanted Ares’ arms and words and laughter just as much. He wanted Ares’ smile. That was more important. Scott rolled off of his boyfriend and sat upright, resting against the crooked headboard. The deep scratches Ares had clawed into his back stung at the pressure. “I missed you." Ares pushed closer and rested his head in Scott’s lap. He sounded a little bit raspy. Neither he nor Scott had said much since they got to the hotel, but there had been a lot of screaming.

“I missed you too.” Scott ran his fingers through Ares’ hair, then leaned down and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead. He hoped the gentleness would help soothe their desperation. They couldn’t afford to keep tearing at each other like they had earlier. What their beasts wanted had to stay secondary.

“No I mean I really, really missed you. Like in here.” Ares clutched one of his hands tight to his bare chest, over his heart. “I felt empty. Like every day away from you drained me a little, and no matter how much I fed I’d never make up for it. It was hell.” His voice trembled, and Scott’s heart broke just a little. What was he thinking, putting them through this? It wasn’t like being separated from Ares changed anything. The city still hated him. Bethany still ignored him. And no matter what he did from this point on, Caroline was still gone. “I know it hurts, I know. I feel it too.” Scott leaned down and wrapped his arms around Ares’ shoulders. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to protect us, but I guess I can’t even do that right.”

“It’s not your fault, Scott.” Ares pulled himself away and sat up as well. “I know it’s better to keep this – us – quiet, at least for now. But only seeing each other once a month? I can’t do it. I need you with me.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Scott ran a hand back through his hair. “All of DC has its eyes on me. I can’t afford to be seen stepping out of line again, at least not this soon after Caroline’s trial. And as much as it hurts being away from you, I’d rather go through that than lose you for good.” “I… I don’t.” Ares crossed his arms and frowned. It was adorable, if a bit childish. “Politics suck.”

“You and I both know that’s a filthy lie. Sucking feels good.” Ares actually laughed at that, and Scott damn near melted at the sight of his boyfriend’s lopsided smile. He’d give anything to be able to see that every day. The past month had been complete separation for them. Aside from a couple of cards to determine the date and time of their meeting, there hadn’t been any correspondence. Scott didn’t want anyone being able to bug, hack, or listen in on them. But maybe that stipulation was just a little too harsh. “We could get different phones. Prepaid ones, just to be safe, and just for each other. We could call each other, at least. Maybe video chat if we have time.” “Anything’s better than nothing at all.” Ares kissed Scott on the forehead. “I’ll see what I can find.” “Thanks.” Ares nodded and got up from the bed, stretching as he did so. You wouldn’t think it from the loose clothing he normally wore, but Ares had some deliciously toned muscles for someone whose ideal date was sitting on the couch playing Mario Kart. Scott let himself get lost in the appreciation of that lovely physique. There were a few bruises here and there (you don’t fuck hard enough to break a headboard without coming away unscathed), but they’d heal up easily enough.  Ares grinned when he saw Scott staring and struck a pose, arms folded behind his head, hips tilted to the side. Scott snorted and shook his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re the one staring.” Ares rolled his hips forward. “Maybe the first thing I should do with that new phone is send nudes?” Scott blushed. “They wouldn’t be… unwelcome…” “I’ll make sure to get some good angles, then.” Ares leaned down so he could give Scott another kiss, which Scott happily returned, then walked over to a cooler he’d brought to the hotel with him. When he opened it Scott could see it was filled with clear bottles of blood. Ares grabbed one for himself, then tossed one Scott’s way. They’d fed heartily on each other earlier, yes, but draining each other point for point really only meant they broke even at the end. There was still the blood they’d burned getting up that evening (and then getting it up later) to make up for, and what they’d need to use to heal their bruises and scratches. Scott caught the bottle one-handed and unscrewed the cap.

“You’re prepared for everything, aren’t you?” “You think I want either of us to leave this room while we’re here? Not a chance.” Ares finished about a third of his bottle in several gulps. His bruises started fading almost immediately. Scott followed suit. He felt the scratches on his back close up. It was a weird sensation, kind of itchy, but only lasted a few seconds. What’s more, he tasted something vaguely different about the blood. It wasn’t just the fact that it was cold, or human, but as he sipped Scott felt a comforting, familiar flavor.

“Is this… caffeinated?” Scott stared down at the bottle, then looked at Ares. “Yep. One of the ghouls back home downs Mountain Dew like there’s no tomorrow. I think it makes the blood taste a little funky myself, but I know you like the buzz, so…” “It’s perfect.” Scott’s lips broke out into a wide smile. Ares was too good to him.

“Good.” Ares plopped back down on the bed and started finishing his drink. Scott continued savoring his, and the two sat in silence for a few minutes.

Scott took the time to think about Ares’ admission from before. It really was true; separation felt like hell. Scott knew loneliness, and he knew dependence. Those feelings defined his existence for a good while after he’d left Julian. This was different. He had a beast in need alongside his own emotions. That was a terrifying combination. And judging by the state they’d left the hotel room in, his beast wasn’t going to get any easier to deal with.

Maybe it wouldn’t be terrible to see each other a couple more times in the next month? It’d be risky, but there were ways Scott could offset that. If Ares was okay with the idea, of course.

“So um, so I just had an idea.” Scott tightened his grip on the blood bottle. He didn’t expect Ares to like the suggestion, but it was worth putting out there. “It’s not the best, but maybe if I made it look like I was going out on dates again, people would be less suspicious if I disappeared to see you more often.” ���What are you talking about?” Ares posture stiffened. He set his drink down on the nightstand. “A few first dates – nothing more than that – with guys I’ll never speak to again, to convince the rest of the city I’ve really left you. But if you’re not okay with it I won’t.” Ares stood up. He hand one hand on his hip, and one tangle in his hair while he considered Scott’s words. He (unsurprisingly) did not look happy with the suggestion. He stared at the floor for a few minutes in silence. Scott wasn’t exactly sure what he was thinking. Scott hoped he was considering the merits of the idea. Even if Ares didn’t like something Scott said or did, he always took the time to see where Scott was coming from. But then Ares was spending an awfully long time staring at the carpet…

“You want to… see other guys.” Ares spoke in confusion, but has the seconds passed his jaw began to clench, fangs extended, and he squeezed his hands into painfully tight fists. “Just for-”

“Other guys?!” Ares screamed this time. His entire body was shaking. It looked like he hadn’t even registered that Scott was talking. Scott scrambled backward on the bed. Ares was dangerously close to losing control; the rage emanating off of him was enough to send Scott’s own beast recoiling in fear. Ares’ eyes were unfocused, almost wild, as he glared down at Scott. “Why would you even… No! We’re supposed to belong to each other, Scott! It’s hard enough sneaking around like this, not being able to see you when I want, not being able to touch you… And you think I’m going to let anyone else get to?!” Ares whipped around to face the wall and punched a hole clear through it, letting out an angry growl as drywall crumbled around his fist. “I’ll tear anyone who tries to shreds!”

Scott watched the entire display in silence. His eyes were wide, his limbs frozen. He couldn’t believe the person in front of him was Ares – his Ares. A frenzy was one thing. Those happened to all kindred at one point or another, but this wasn’t a beast’s undirected destruction. It was just pure, unfiltered anger, and it was unlike anything Scott had ever seen from his boyfriend. Normally Ares could barely stomach harming a corpse, let alone threatening the living. For the first time since they’d met, Scott didn’t want to be around him. Worse still, that aversion was coupled with guilt for putting Ares in that state in the first place. A few moments went by as the two kindred stared at each other. Scott tried to say something, to apologize, but his jaw wouldn’t move. Every nerve in his body was screaming for him to run. Then, just as quickly as it had taken him to get angry, Ares’ rage subsided. His eyes went wide with realization. He looked over to the hole he’d left in the wall, then back to Scott. All the tension he’d been holding in disappeared and he reached timidly toward Scott, his fingers trembling slightly. Bloody tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Ares sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean… I just… thinking of you with anyone else hurts too much. Please don’t do it, Scott. Please don’t put me through that.” Something clicked in Scott when he heard that, and suddenly it wasn’t Ares sitting there but Julian. Human Julian, from when he and Scott were still together. His hair had been short like Ares’ then. Scott could hear Julian in his head, echoes of conversations that had been all too common between them. “Why’d you look at him like that?  Don’t you love me?” “Do you know how much it hurts seeing you with other people?” “Stop making me worry. I can’t take it.” “I thought you were mine…” Scott swallowed the lump forming in his throat. Julian had been a master at manipulating Scott’s guilt. He knew exactly what heart strings needed pulling. And here Ares was, doing the exact same thing and not even realizing it. Oh, the bitter irony.

Scott slid off the bed and slowly walked around, so he was standing in front of Ares. When Julian got like this there was only one thing that would reassure him. Scott had no idea if it would work with Ares, but it was worth a shot. He gently lifted Ares’ head and wiped the tears away. Their eyes met for a second, then Scott leaned down placed a soft, careful kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. He didn’t bother saying anything. Scott pressed forward, leaning Ares back onto the bed as he crawled on top of him. It felt wrong, initiating sex as an apology rather than mutual desire, but words never fixed a situation like this. Not in Scott’s experience. And while Ares most certainly was not Julian… well he wasn’t exactly Ares right then either.

Most importantly, he wasn’t saying no. Scott took things slow. He needed to prove that Ares was loved and cherished beyond anything else in Scott’s life. Ares welcomed the attention. He returned Scott’s kisses with gentle, loving ones of his own. Exactly like Julian used to. The similarities were comforting, in a strange way. Scott knew exactly what to expect. It let him feel in control. He needed to feel in control.

Unlike Julian, however, Ares wanted to reciprocate more than just the kisses. Julian had always been content to lay back and let Scott do all the work (much like every other aspect of their relationship). Ares touching him actually felt odd. Not bad, per say, but Scott really didn’t want to be touched. He wasn’t doing this for his own pleasure. He gently brushed Ares’ hand away as Ares started reaching for his groin, and shook his head so Ares knew not to do it again.

“Is this… are you… are you okay?” The concern in Ares’ voice was almost as heartbreaking as his earlier sadness. The answer, of course, was no. Scott was not okay. But Ares didn’t need to know that. He needed to know that Scott was sorry. So Scott nodded and distracted him with a blood-filled kiss, biting his cheek so that Ares could drink indirectly from him. Ares moaned into Scott’s mouth and happily took the offered blood. They didn’t exchange anymore words, unless you counted the times Ares begged for more. Scott dragged on the foreplay until his boyfriend was all but screaming for release. Then he rode him so slowly it was damn near agonizing. Scott touched himself with practiced showmanship as he did so, so that Ares could get as much out of the visuals as the physical sensations. And just as they were reaching the end, Scott leaned down, sank his fangs into Are’s soft neck, and drank. Ares did scream then. Scott relished that sound almost as much as the sweet vitae flowing over his tongue. It meant he was doing a good job, and while that didn’t make Scott feel any better, it still felt right. Just as right as it had with Julian.

Scott finally let Ares touch him after they’d both finished. Ares showered him with soft caresses, cuddled him close, and placed tender kisses on the top of his head. Scott wanted to enjoy the attention. Under any other circumstances he would, but he couldn’t forget Are’s anguished pleas, or get Julian’s voice out of his head. “Hey Scott?” Ares paused his affections for a moment and pulled Scott up, so they were face to face. “Yeah?” Scott forced himself to look his boyfriend in the eye and smiled. If there was anything he’d learned from Julian, it was how to put up one hell of a fake smile.

“We’re going to be okay, right?” “We’re going to be just fine.”

[ghost-town-story]

... The more I sit here and am allowed to think, the more pissed off and upset I get

Rant blog status reinstated!

So firstly, I’m not happy about getting kicked off campus. But social distancing shit, whatever I guess, whatcha gonna do. 

But no. My fucking mother takes the goddamned fucking cake rn. 

We got the email about being kicked off around 4 pm eastern time, Monday. My mother. This fucking woman. Calls me and insists I pack my stuff and get off campus by Tuesday morning. Packing is normally at least a few days ordeal, especially since I hate packing and it always stresses me out a bunch. But done in little spurts, okay I guess, more doable. 

But noooo I have to get out by Tuesday. Fucking. Morning. And this woman actually has the gall, the fucking gall to halfheartedly suggest I start out Monday evening since I’ve gone nocturnal. 

I tried to tell her there’s no fucking way, but she wouldn’t fucking listen. So she hangs up, and I go down the hall bc I desperately need a hug by this point, and she’s a sweetheart but the only roommate available is a gangly skinny girl and not the type of hugs I need. (really, boyfriend would be ideal, but at the time he was in Colorado visiting his sister). And I end up breaking down on huggin friend’s couch bc I hate packing, and I don’t feel like I can pack up a year’s worth of shit in about 12 hours. 

Mom eventually calls me again, mostly just to tell me “yeah you need to pack up and get back tonight, your roommate can grab the 1-2 bins remaining.” And she refuses to listen to me saying “hey, it’s a solid 2 loads in my car, it’s not gonna be 1-2 bins”  “But it fit all in your first car!” “My first car was a fuckin beast, literally the largest car in the lot freshman year. Fred is definitely shorter, definitely less trunk space, etc.”  “Well Y can get the last few bins.” “It’s a lot of stuff!” “It won’t be that much” JUST FUCKING LISTEN YOU PIECE OF SHIT FFS

I was so stressed and crying that huggin friend stole my phone when I was texting my boyfriend, and had him call me so I could maybe stop crying. I miss my boy. Hearing him was good tho.

I’m packing up my stuff in the bathroom when I remember. I store my empty bins at my brother’s place (2 hrs north). I double check with him and call my mom back “I can’t leave tomorrow. It’s too much to pack, and some of my bins are at Brother’s.”  Despite all this, despite me literally breaking down and crying on the phone, she refuses to listen, to give me an extra day, to bring half my stuff up to my brother’s (and therefore eliminate most of the need to have my roommate take my stuff) and grab my extra bins. Nope, gotta get out.

I was staring at my room, halfheartedly packing and trying to figure out, and just sobbing out loud. I thought remaining roommate was gone at dinner, otherwise I would have tried to be quiet. But she had gotten back without me noticing, and when she poked her head in, I couldn’t do it anymore and just kinda. Fell to the ground crying and apologizing. She’s a such a sweetheart and I feel bad for probably worrying her (and possibly waking her up in the middle of the night with packing noises)

I texted my roommate about this. She basically said, “Wtf, what she’s asking isn’t possible.”

Same thing from my boyfriend. 

My mom kept texting me, asking how things were going, basically ignoring my subtle requests for more fucking time. At one point she said “Hang in there”. I sent a screenshot of that to my roommate and boyfriend and asked, “Is murder acceptable?” Roommate said a solid yes. Boyfriend offered to let me live with him. (cept 2 hour parking and I already got one ticket from that :P)

Mom texted around 10 pm, asking if things were fitting in the car. I wasn’t even remotely to the point of packing the car. I was basically at break number 2 of mandatory “sit down, have something to eat, and rehydrate after crying so damn much”. I think I had one bin completely done (out of what ended up being like. 6 bins? plus assorted bags n stuff) and was mostly done packing my clothes, but like. slow going. Especially when packing is stressful and you keep getting overwhelmed woot woot

I put off a fair number of things bc of panicking about time and simple emotional capability to do so. Sorting out my dishes, unlofting my bed, grabbing my band shit from the music hall across campus.

At some point in the night, I had to lay down, because my body decided “hey, you know what would be great right now? Period cramps, minus the blood.” Which, thank fuck minus the blood, but also it meant I had to spend a solid half hour/hour out of commission bc it hurt so damn much to walk around and try to pack. But I had to keep going, even though the pain came back when I stood up again.  

Mom texted me at 7 am if I’m awake. I hadn’t slept. 

We have housekeepers, and they got there around when I was finishing loading up. I stopped and chatted for a bit (nobody had told them what was going on), and nearly started crying again because it was just so damn shitty. Everything’s so damn shitty. 

So I got on the road at about 8 am, and get to driving for a bit, but about 1.5 hours in I’m doing bad. I can barely keep focused, despite drinking probably half a bottle of Mt. Dew by this point, so I pull into a rest stop and text my mom “Hey, I forgot my shampoo/conditioner/toothbrush stuff, and also I don’t think I can get home safe.”

Does my mother tell me to take a nap in that rest stop? Nope Does she tell me to find a hotel or motel there and take a nap/sleep and try again tomorrow? Nope Does she tell me I can go back to school, sleep through the day, and try again tomorrow? Ha ha fucking ha.

Nope. She calls me, and proceeds to tell me to keep driving, and that she’s going to stay on the phone with me so I don’t fall asleep. 

I yelled at her quite a few times, when she was being fucking stupid about all this shit. She had the fucking gall to be pissed that I pulled an all nighter, when that’s what was fucking necessary to meet her stupid fucking deadline. 

At one point, I made a new driving playlist so hopefully it would keep me awake better while I wasn’t on the phone (being serenaded... awake? by the lovely voice of Tilian lel (lots of DGD and his solo work on that playlist. Also ATL. Fuck yeah ATL. anywho)). And right after I made that, she ended up calling me before I was driving yet, and I rejected it bc I really wanted to finish my text to the dear bf, and then I started driving, thinking she’d call me back and chew me out for ignoring her, but surprisingly nope. So I just jam out for a bit, and eventually start yelling at myself bc of dumb writing ideas (the original story rewrite... lol) and I end up texting my roommate (while driving... shh) “Hey, feel free to call me if you want to hear me ramble on about writing” So after a short phone call from mum where she hung up to let me drive through a city, roommate calls, and I end up spending the last few hours of my drive rambling at her and mutually bitching about the shitty situation this leaves us in. 

When I get home, my dad (a doctor) is wearing a mask, apparently at my mother’s request. He also mentions that we probably shouldn’t be in the same room, according to her. I am also forced to strip everything and shower basically immediately. K, fine, I do so, Dad makes me dinner (despite Mom’s probable disapproval), and I stay awake just long enough to toss my laundry in the dryer. It was a close thing tho. I nearly fell asleep waiting for the washer to finish. And so I pass out at 8 pm central time (9 pm eastern)

Mom, during all this, has fucked off Up North to our cabin, my final destination.

Wednesday, Mom makes me leave our place in the Cities at 11 am to get up before weather gets worse and all that jazz. Once here, I’m allowed freedom for as long as it takes to help mother move shit so I can fit my car inside a garage, then I take the bare minimum inside (my electronics, stuff that would explode if frozen (like pop (and my Smirnoff Ices shh)), travel toothbrush I somehow have and hairbrush), and I’m immediately quarantined to my room and the bathroom down the hall. 

So here I fucking am. Bored as shit and pissed the hell off

I needed more time. But no fucking way Mom was going to let that happen. 

I could have gone up to my brother’s. But noooo I had to come all the fucking way home, only to be shoved in a room for two weeks.

I could have taken care of all/most of my shit by my fucking self (dishes are debatable, would need basically the whole apartment to sort those out), but nope, can’t take enough time to take a trip up to my brother’s apartment 2 hours away, no way.

Nope, instead I have to suffer a panic attack for basically 16 hours, then nearly kill myself driving, because I can’t stay one fucking day more, because I have to get my ass up here just to be basically shoved in a room and left alone for 2 goddamned weeks. Nope. Can’t fucking make sure that moving out, usually stressful on its own, is as calm as we can make it in these trying times. Nope. Gotta just fucking nearly kill the kiddo instead to comply with my stupid whims because I can’t fucking listen

I’m pissed.

Especially since I was almost 100% sure I was gonna block her everywhere and go full no contact with this bitch after college.

But now I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future! Yay! Can’t see that going badly! 

(I’ve already texted the anonymemers to call me so I don’t go crazy and actually punch her. We’ll see how that goes. The desire has been kinda strong all afternoon.)

Fuck

This

Shit

[chelsorz07]

21 year old me was a little bitch

So is 28 year old me. Got another one for y’all. 2010/2017.

Are you cheating on someone right now? no. never have, never will. Still haven’t, still wouldn’t.

Day been rough? nope. it's been a good weekend. i'm just tired. Yeah actually, I spent most of it in bed sick.

Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed? the bed in my hotel room. The cats’ bed. Yes, they have their own full size bed. And yes, I sleep there with them sometimes.

Would you kill a hobo for 100,000,000 dollars? if i could avoid the repercussions of homicide, sure. I would kill anyone for a hundred million dollars.

What makes you laugh no matter what? "wang whiplash" lol Memes. 

Have you done bad things with your parents near by? sure. Yeah but in hindsight not that bad. Just like, smoking cigarettes on the roof.

Do you think your future will be a good one? we'll see. Some days I have hope, some days I’m not sure I’ll see tomorrow.

If you could pack up and leave your life now to move away, would you? no. things may be starting to look up. Not leave but if I could bring my life back home to PA with me that’d be optimal.

Will your next kiss be a mistake? hopefully not. No.

What were you doing 12 AM last night? hanging in the hotel with my mom. watching a halloween special on HGTV. Watching TWD.

What does your ex mean to you? everything. He’s still my best friend, even after all the shit we’ve been through.

Honestly, who are you texting? no one. i'm gonna go to sleep after i'm done here. Everybody’s sleeping.

How late did you stay up last night and why? 2ish. that's early for me. i had a couple glasses of wine and actually slept more than an hour for once. 9am.

What if your boyfriend or girlfriend went through your phone? i don't have a boyfriend. Husband now. And I don’t care. Although I doubt he’d feel the same if the situation were reversed.

Are you angry with someone right now? no one in particular. Not really I just still feel crappy.

Do you have sex everyday? i wish. Funny. I’ve had sex four times all year. Once in January, once in February, and twice two weeks ago.

Do you do drugs everyday? nope. No days. Unless a steady stream of Aleve, ibuprofen, heartburn medicine, and Sudafed counts.

Have you hugged anyone in the last 72 hours? probably maranda. I have not.

Is it awkward when you run into your ex? no. we still hang out. We try to hang out every time I’m home. If not, I’ll at least visit him at work.

Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? sometimes. Fuck no she’s my ride or die.

If you are up after 3 am, what are you most likely doing? trying to sleep. this happens every night. Sudoku, Netflix, and Youtube.

Does anyone call you baby? yeah but i wish he wouldn't. i'm not his girlfriend. and i'm sure as hell not his baby. Um no. We’re not a “pet name” couple. I call him Dick and he calls me “hey”.

Your latest ex calls you and asks you back out, you say? i thought you'd never ask. Sorry, taken.

Do you think you'll be single for the rest of the year? probably. I haven’t been single in a very long time.

Be honest, do you have feelings towards anyone? yep. You betcha.

Is there a girl you can tell anything to? michele and erica. Amanda. And more recently, Faith.

Has anyone ever drunk/high called/texted you? sure. it goes both ways. Many times.

Is there a guy that knows everything about you? yes. Two or three. Dave, Mike, my dad. Maybe Mark (my brother-in-law).

Have you ever liked someone just because they were good looking? well yeah. who hasn't? but if there's nothing deeper, it doesn't work out. I can appreciate some human beauty.

Do you think you can last in a relationship for over 6 months? i have. Over 8 years. Despite the fact that we weren’t technically together the first time I took this quiz, we decided that those 18 months didn’t count because we still spent every day together anyway and knew we’d end up here.

Have you ever lost someone you wish you didn't? understatement. Yeah but I got them back.

You love someone? indeed. I love a lot of someones.

You've had sex with over 12 people, haven't you? nope. two. and one of them, i shouldn't have. That number is the same. But the second one - a subpar one night stand in a Dodge Ram? Bleh. We don’t think about it.

Was 2009 a good year? best year of my life. It was quite good.

Do you think 2010 will top 2009? worst year of my life. 2010 sucked. 2017 has been a roller coaster.

Will you be dating someone in six months? i don't have a crystal ball. Married.

Who is the last person you physically hit? my mom, but jokingly. I don’t hit people.

Do you plan on getting married someday? i would if it were to the right person. I am.

Which is harder: walking away from somebody you love or coming back to someone who hurt you? walking away. hands down. Walking away. Never could.

Did you sleep alone last night? well my mom was in the room too. Yeah Dave won’t be home for a couple more days.

Do you believe teenagers can be in love and stay in love? in VERY rare cases. I mean I was 19 when I fell in love and still am.

Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? of course. Yeah but I don’t anymore. Not really that into cookies. 

Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? several times. I didn’t even go to sleep until late morning. And yes, I woke up a lot. I do that.

Would you be able to date someone who doesn't make you laugh? not a chance. Hell no. I need the lulz to survive.

What's the biggest annoyance in your life right now? having to be patient even though i know things will work out eventually. My physical ailments and my location. And the fact that my tv is a piece of shit so I have to keep turning it off and on just to get sound.

Are you a patient person? no. but i have to be. obviously. Not even a little.

If you could go back in time and change something, would you? i don't think it would have made a difference, to be honest. I wouldn’t have let things get so bad with my family. And Dave and I would’ve gotten married at the courthouse instead of having a big wedding because it was a disaster.

What are you looking forward to in the next 7 days? friday. Dave coming back, getting Primanti’s, and going home this weekend.

Is it easy for you to talk to people of the opposite sex? yeah, now it is. It’s not really easy for me to talk to any people, unless they’re an important part of my life.

Did the last person you kissed name start with a B? no. Negative. 

Do you stay up later than ten o'clock on a week night? i haven't been to sleep that early in like ten years. I don’t go to bed at night anymore. Like ever.

Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? no. I’m 5′6″.

Are you one of those people who just don't care? ohhh...i try to claim that i don't. but it's not true. Hahaha alright that’s still the case.

When was the last time you laughed hard and why? wang whiplash. Memes.

Are you generally a happy person? not lately. No I’m a miserable cunt.

Whats on your shirt? hey monday. The Horde crest from WoW.

Where will you be in an hour? here. sleeping. Probably right in this very chair.

Who was the first person you talked to today? mom. I haven’t talked to anyone today.

How do you feel right now? tired. In pain. 

Had sex at school? nope. I didn’t even have sex for the first time until long after I graduated.

Who was the last girl you talked to? mom. Amanda.

When’s the last time you talked to your sister? like 20 minutes. Allie, probably a couple weeks ago. Mandi, couldn’t tell ya. Even when we’re in the same room we don’t speak.

Do you regret something you did today? no. I regret doing nothing today. But I couldn’t really move.

Do you miss someone? yes. I miss everyone. Dave when he’s gone, my family, my friends, my home. I just want to go back.

Will this Sunday be a good one? if i can take a nap, yeah. I’ll be in Bradford so yes.

Are you keeping a big secret right now? i don't have any secrets. Still an open book.

The past 72 hours have you been under the influence? yes. Nope. Don’t drink anymore.

What was the last thing you drank? dew. Water.

Have you ever had a panic attack? many. More than I can count. But I haven’t had one in a while.

Have your parents ever smoked pot? my dad did once. my mom never did. Same.

Want someone back in your life? like you would not believe. The people I want in my life are in it, they’re just too far away.

What's your favorite color? green. Green, black, grey, plaid.

Do you listen to music every day? i have to. it keeps me sane. Usually but I haven’t today. Didn’t have the energy to play anything.

Have you been a happy, angry, or sad person lately? sad, mostly. angry if i think too hard. happy? well, we'll see. All of the above, and then some.

Are you an emotional person? very. Yessir.

Has anybody ever given you butterflies? he still does. every day. i don't even have to see him. Yes.

Do you ever think about stuff and start crying? yeahh.. Often.

When is the next time you will see the person you last kissed? probably never. i'm fine with that. Possibly Wednesday night, definitely sometime Thursday.

Have any memories that you'd like to forget? no. Oh yeah.