#medic4te

she'll raise an eyebrow, but still hold out a beer. rain is not popular, but she is somehow cool enough (or interesting enough) to get invited to just about every party in this shithole town. so she knows who is a usual, and who isn't. richie is probably about as far as you could get from usual.

" i'm not being shy. " okay maybe i absolutely was being shy but who else wouldn't be right now? it's three in the morning and i was supposed to close the bar over a hour ago but here we are, in the parking lot. he's teaching me how to skate because i mentioned it looked like fun. and yeah there's something going on. we've kissed a couple times and been on a few dates that consisted of stolen chips from the bar after a show and me watching him skateboard. but nothing more has happened. so maybe i am feeling a little shy about doing something i've never done before in front of someone that can actually do it. and i like him. a lot.

we've been fighting on and off all night. it's the first time we've been like this since we've gotten married and i hate it so much it's making me feel itchy but i can't stop myself. i pause and let out a deep breath because he's right, i am getting tired of this. the last thing i was expecting to feel against my cheek when i rub my face were tears. great. i wipe them with so much frustration it actually hurts my nose a little but i probably deserve it though so it's fine. which is how this entire fight even started.

i drop to the couch and the tension from the anger i was feeling basically disappears and all i can feel is that intense sadness after a fight. i'm grateful he stopped me because it was getting to that point of no return. that point where i say something i can never take back and i have to sit with that guilt and regret for the rest of my life. there's flashbacks of telling him he has blood on his hands and go to hell, bobby. fuck. " i'm sorry. don't go. " i didn't say it this time but i'm sure he gets it because the way our brains are so similar. at the end of the day that's what makes us work so well but also our biggest downfall and that's exactly why i don't want to talk about it.

@medic4te ... the morning after.

the pegging had been his idea, actually. that had maybe been the hottest part of the whole night.

"well, you don't have to get up just yet, alright?" because she has brought the breakfast to him. rain did this semi-regularly anyways, on the mornings where he didn't beat her to it, at least. but she figured that today especially, he could use a little extra care. last night had been amazing, but surely, it could also be overwhelming.

@medic4te ... unprompted ask.

there's a giggle that comes by rain, and it takes a minute before she can wrap her arms back around him. "hey, you're moving too much!" but she's kidding, of course. she loves affection from skunk, especially when it comes with a little bite like that.

festive scenarios, @medic4te

buying any gift for my husband is almost impossible because what do i get for the person that saved my life then continued to do so by loving me and my son every day unconditionally. even in the worst times his love was always felt by me and i want to do something that shows him that i don't take that for granted even now when we've been doing so good even during this very challenging year.

it took a few beers ( 2 packs ) and some video games ( until morning ) with buck but eventually we figured out the perfect idea. i'm not sure how i didn't possibly think of it sooner since we're working on healing our inner child in therapy since childhood trauma works itself into relationships and between the two of us we have an abundance of it.

god, those words alone are enough to alight something within the blonde. a whine leaves him, grasping at skunk to bring him closer. his grasp could have been bruising, as if he was panicking that he could simply disappear from his grasp. his lips move across his skin, huffing from his nostrils as a hand grasps at his hip.

prompts for check ins, accepting!

@medic4te wrote: can you let me care about you for two seconds? ( to stan from ford !! )

“no alright, i said i can handle it!” voice almost immediately snaps back, eyebrows furrowed on his forehead as stan swivels to face the other. he’d been rather busy putting together another of the shack’s newest attractions, another taxidermy creature he’d somehow managed to come across. yet even if he’d had years of experience, there were bound to be accidents here and there, which stanley had currently found himself victim of. all it took was one second of his attention faltering and boom, one of the many sharp tools missed its mark and scraped into his palm. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but he just can’t seem to get the bandages on right, and that final inconvenience was what sent him over the edge.

“sorry, it’s just … a force’a habit.” the younger twin can’t help but shuffle a little awkwardly in his seat, shameful gaze now cast away from his brother. all these years of living alone in solitude, having everyone and their mothers wish the worst upon you, it’s a hard state to recover from. but even if stan was managing it, it was still a slow process. “it’s been so long since, y’know, anyone actually gave a damn about me. sometimes, it’s still a little hard to comprehend.”

another few moments of silence before he sighs, holding his injured hand out towards ford. “here, since y’wanna baby me so bad. but i’m tellin’ you, it’s nothing.”