betray the moon as acolyte

In-laws? Do you mean my girlfriend’s parents? I think they’re being difficult and complicated during a messy time for the Ashworths. I dunno, so was and is my family. When parents fight, it’s a lot. I know a lot about that myself. @ashwrths @cnthelane @distvrbia @brookeashwrth

Fingertips hold tightly to Peyton’s own, her eyes on the ground as they rushed through the neighbourhood. It was hard for her to realize that things were different now for the time being until people got used to all of this, they’d be uncomfortable even if the community didn’t mean to make the girls. As soon as she was in Peyton’s arms, in the safety of the house she’d been living in the past couple months, she took a breath, a sigh following. “It’s just weird, P. I didn’t think people would be like this, it’s not even weird. It’s been kind of obvious. I’’m not worried about anything bad happening, I’m just.. weirded out.”

“Well, weird or not, I’ll always protect you, yeah?” Peyton nodded, listening to her girlfriend intently as the adrenaline of the moment continued to wear off as she relaxed. “That’s true, I mean, Colby mentioned people being like gossipy, but like in your face. I wasn’t ready for.” Peyton couldn’t help but blush. “Oh god, all those months it was probably obvious, I was sitting in my room building up the courage to even tell you, god....” She couldn’t help but laugh at herself, at her awkward and anxious moments. “I mean, being straight’s kind of weird and I mean, it can stay weird for them ‘cause I’ve got the prettiest girlfriend around.”  She wanted the blonde to feel comfortable feeling her feelings, whatever they may be.

“Peyton,” the blonde couldn’t lie. Maybe she was the slightest bit shocked at her girlfriends use of language but after she turned back around, she gave her a grateful smile. This whole town just felt so fucked up all of a sudden. One day Brooke was one of the most loved people of Fairview and suddenly now? It was like she was a ghost, people talking right through her instead of at her. The thought of having to get up and go somewhere else made her stomach turn, worry for more voices to follow them but soon, she was nodding and quickly standing up. “Can we go?” It was quiet, she was never the shy one, the nervous one but suddenly she was. “I just want to get out of here.”

“Got it. Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” Peyton nodded instantly, grabbing Brooke’s hand and gently tugging them out of the cafe. She smiled back at her girlfriend, as they walked in silence for a few moments, the brunette keeping a watchful eye on the neighbors who were shamelessly gawking at the couple holding hands as they walked. “Just ignore it all, we’re almost back home.” She walked faster, keeping a protective glance over at her girlfriend until they were safely behind her closed front door. She pulled the other closer to her, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Are you okay? We’re safe now, it’s going to be okay. People will...adjust, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. Or say anything mean. Not without me.” Peyton looked at her girlfriend with a worried furrowed brow, she was usually the anxious one but right now, she had to be strong. Strong like Brooke was, every day for her. “I won’t let anything happen to you, ever. People can talk, stare and whisper all they want. But they can’t change what we have, they’re just jealous.”

Uh, like this is truly none of your business but....I’d say I’m neither, I’m both but I have my preferences.

Both sound both vomit-inducing and mortifying. 

Yeah, it was an awkward but neccesary conversation at my kitchen counter in what’s now my mom’s house.

when: day after the coming out. where: chez naomi. / @wisteriastarts.

Brooke hadn’t been nervous about the whole coming out thing, until she was back in fairview, so instead of going to Peyton’s or god forbid, going home, she’d given Peyton her things and walked to chez naomi. She was on her second  souffle by the time she really clued into the chatter, did you hear she’s gay, not surprising - the poor girl has gone through a lot, maybe it’s an identity crisis. Her stomach twisted and instantly, Brooke wanted to hide, she wanted to disappear but she couldn’t even get up. Instead, she swivelled around in her chair, eyes on the older woman who whispered last. “Mrs. Martinez, I’d suggest getting your hearing aid looked at, the volume must be screwed, you’re not being as quiet as you think you are.” With that, she turned back around, tucking into her treat again. “Stupid bitch,” the words were muttered under her breath, the blonde barely paying attention to anything else.

Peyton couldn’t help but follow her girlfriend, she could sense her anxiety on the car ride and she’d be damned if she let the blonde go through any of this alone. So tragic, so sad. They’re just confused children. Of course, chaos breeds company. Maybe the only chance the poor girl has at a relationship.  Ignoring the stares and the whispers, she sat down right next to her partner, a protective arm draped around her waist. “Just ignore her babe. You left your sweater at the house.” The brunette gave her reassuring smile, turning and scowling at Mrs. Martinez and arguably the room. “Anything you fuckheads have to say about Brooke, you can say it about me too. You don’t want me airing your son’s dirty laundry in here, Mrs. Martinez.” Her voice, loud and confident, the curse word felt unfamiliar in her mouth as she glared at the shocked faces of her supposed peers, taking a bite of souffle. “We can leave if you want to honey.” Peyton squeezed Brooke’s hand. “You just say the word.”

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Her toes could practically curl with the brunettes every touch these last few days, but still she calmed at the feel of Peyton. “You probably just can’t not go back..” suddenly she’s emotional, her eyes welling up the slightest bit at the mention of how screwed up everything is because it really fucking is, and now that Peyton knew? She felt like a piece of broken glass. “I hate it.. you’re the only thing that’s good, Pey.” her head buried in her girlfriends bare shoulder, a sigh escaping her as she took a deep breath. “We can.. or.. we could just, you know. Tell everyone? Straight people don’t make a big deal, you know? They post on instagram and that’s that.” As she thought about it, her eyes burned a little less and even if a few tears dripped from her eyes onto Peytons skin, she felt a little lighter. “I wish.. we could do that. Do something easy for once. I’m so tired of the hard stuff.” A deep breath and she pulled back. “Unless you want to tell her face to face, I’d understand. You’re close.”

“I mean, what’s a few extra days of quiet? We can take our time getting back babe.” Peyton said with a reassuring sigh, her hand traveling from her girlfriend’s hair to rubbing small circles on her back. Her mom could survive a few more days without them, she thought as she continued the comforting motion. It was a support routine she’d watched her dad do to help calm her mom when they were in the hospital. Things were tough and the youngest brunette couldn’t help but sit anxiously in that hospital bed as her parents sat in hard chairs, her dad rubbing the small of her mother’s back, a constant and security.. And she was worried about Brooke, Pey knew a few things about families falling apart and watching her girlfriend’s crumble before her eyes, made her heart ache. “Hey.” Peyton whispered softly, lifting Brooke’s chin as she cupped it with her hand, “Well, you’re my best thing.” With those words, the brunette somehow found resolve, a small nod followed as she wiped the stray tears with her thumb, “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’m crummy at captions but B, we should do it. Let’s make this easy, for you, for both of us.” A soft smile crossed her lips at the thought, even as her stomach churned. “Did you wanna maybe draft something, post it and then like, turn our phones off for a bit? We can go walk down by the beach or something.”

“You count any new wrinkles?” Her father was incredibly bad at technology, comically so, but to Piper that only made it all the more endearing that he and Peyton had went to all the trouble. It was a nice reminder that although she had lost the teammate that she had thought would always be in her corner, that didn’t mean that she was alone. She still had people willing to fight with her, for her. Even if it was simply over the sadness of a birthday. “Yeah, I guess you do get all that awesomeness from me,” She teased, reaching out to gently poke - or perhaps tickle was a more appropriate way to describe the gentle caress - her daughter in the ribs. Truth be told, she had no idea how Peyton had turned out as wonderful as she did. Of course part of it had been genetics, prior to their marriage ending she’d always thought that Elias had contributed to the things that made their child so amazing, but she’d been so scared of messing up her kid almost all of her parenting life. She could barely remember having a mother of her own, she’d lost her so young, and it had left her terrified that - despite knowing that she wanted children, a whole boatload if she’d been allowed - she might somehow not be good enough without that example to follow. When the addition of having a chronically ill child came, well she’d spent nights awake in fear that she wouldn’t be good enough, wouldn’t be what her daughter would need. And yet she’d pulled through, or at least she hoped that she had. It helped that Peyton made it so easy. “Does that mean no Titanic?” She asked, hands clutching her chest, and the takeout menu she’d grabbed from the drawer. as she dramatically re-enacted, “I’ll never let go Jack! I’ll never let go!” What was it she’d been saying about cool.

“Nope, you haven’t aged a day.” Peyton responded, with confidence, nudging her mother back with a smile. She hated how the other was often so down on herself, even in the moments of joy. She tossed the thought aside most days, due to the sadness she knew the older woman was experiencing through the divorce; it didn’t mean she still didn’t worry. The brunette glanced over as her mom sauntered her way into the kitchen, takeout menu in hand. Though Peyton growing up preferred the story of her parents to the movie’s tragic love story, the teenager was actually okay with a little dramatic sap, especially with her own relationship blossoming and flourishing. “My opinion doesn’t matter here, it’s your birthday Mama. You pick. I accept whatever your decision is, no matter how corny.” The younger cracked a smile, reaching over to flip through the takeout menu. “Oh my god, you are such a dork. Now, I know where I got it from. What are you craving silly?”

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The warm sun was beating down on Brooke although she was buried far enough into Peytons neck to still be sleeping, if her phone wasn’t ringing. Groaning softly the blonde reached out and swiped for her phone, picking it up with a sharp inhale, “ugh, it’s my mom again. I wish she’d stop calling me, obviously I don’t want to talk to her.” The blonde mumbled sleepily before slapping the red button and tossing her phone to the floor, hoping to god that it broke. “Why can’t we just stay here forever, Pey. I don’t want to go home.”

Peyton was too focused on the way her hands felt loosely wrapped around her girlfriend’s waist. She was half-awake at the sound of the phone, “Wh-....oh, definitely answer that...” Peyton sighed comfortably and pulled the blonde closer to her kissing her on the forehead. “I don’t want to go either, it sucks and it’s nice to just be here. But I don’t know what my mom would do if I didn’t come back....don’t go home, come home with me. You should just stay, B. There’s too much going on, your mom’s being awful and Mom and I have so much room. We could, we could tell her about us, y’know.” Peyton smiled nervously, running an absent-minded hand through her girlfriend’s sleep-tousled hair.