#psirened

lou chewed on his finger nails absentmindedly (he already had the metallic taste of blood in his mouth but he was used to that). he had far too much going on in his head at the moment. and most of that going on was revolving around storm. the other man was only meant to be a fuck, but then that turned into multiple fucks and then lou started getting feelings. 

feelings weren’t something lou ever did. they weren’t something anything he ever looked out for - in fact they were something he actively avoided. but here he was practically pining over someone and lou really, really didn’t want that. 

so he’d been playing hot and cold. in the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t right but he couldn’t help it. it wasn’t exactly intentional. he’d avoid him for a bit but then when he was near he’d want to be closer than before. maybe he kissed more often than before, maybe he held him for too long after they fucked. and then maybe he refused to see him for a while.

he was terrified and he didn’t know what was scarier - storm rejecting him or storm actually wanting to be with him. lou was a mess. he barely knew how to be a person let alone a boyfriend. he didn’t even know how to be a proper brother and that was something he’d been since birth.

mason had been feeling nervous since even before he asked royal if they could talk. just thinking about the prospect of this conversation made him feel nervous. but he needed to know if royal felt the same or even if there was a chance he would. if royal ended up not wanted to date mason wouldn’t be angry. he’d be disappointed and hurt but not at royal. he knew royal was obligated to feel the same way in anyway. besides he still would want friendship. 

“i’m not trying to rush you into anything.” mason started tapping his hands against his thigh. the felt clammy and his heart felt like it was beating too fast. he was scared to hear whatever answer royal was going to give him but he had to ask. his crush had gone on for so long and was only growing into more. he wanted to let it but he was scared of getting hurt. 

he took in another deep breath. “i just. i still have a really big crush on you. that hasn’t gone away. if anything it’s only gotten stronger since i told you.” mason still had a bit of a tough time dealing with the fact that they slept together. he wasn’t upset about it just felt so strange to him - it wasn’t something he couldn’t consider nothing. “i just need to know if this is going anywhere. if that’s where this is headed. or if we are going to stay friends.”

whitney had been distracted ever since angie had returned. it was something he had dreamt about but never expected to actually happen. she had died and whitney had mourned her in unhealthy ways since then accepted she was gone. he had let himself move on as much as he could. he let himself fall for penn. he felt like he could be happy again and then she came back.

it was jarring at first to say the least. a little terrifying but his wife was back and he had missed her so much. everything he felt for her and more came rushing back when he saw her. he thought he felt more than one person ever could seeing as what he felt for penn hadn’t left either. he didn’t think it was possible for him to love two people at once romantically.

whitney had felt lost. he couldn’t leave penn and angie was his wife. he loved both of them. he didn’t want to choose between then and angie had seen that. when angie had suggested he stay with penn too he had fell in love with her a little more. only he hadn’t seen penn since angie had returned and he missed him. he didn’t know what penn was thinking or feeling but he missed him. so he had set out to find him and it took him a while but he had found him.

"can you just shut the fuck up?” roman finally snapped not able to listen to des’ parents drone on about all the things they could critique about him. the more he had met with des’ parents he’d only grown to hate them more. he clenched his fists to try to stop the shaking he could feel inevitably coming. “can’t you see that he hates when you say that kind of shit? you’re both awful. you disgust me.”

“as far as i see it i’m the only one here who actually cares about des,” he knew that he had crossed a line but he couldn’t help himself. he’d always hated hearing what des’ parents said to him and even more so the way des always reacted to it. but lately he just couldn’t handle it. 

he stood up from his seat breathing heavily. he had so much more he wanted to say to them but he couldn’t find the words. he knew he already wasn’t welcome here and he had already dug the nail in deeper. this wasn’t his place. this wasn’t what des was paying him for but here he was doing this anyways. 

maybe it was because ever since their encounter with his own father it made everything seem different. maybe it was because it was because he felt like he owed des something. but most likely it was because he had feelings for des and he only just was seeing it. 

roman ran his hand through his too long bleached hair. he had found his way to the address where he’d be starting his new ‘job’. it was already obvious to roman that everything that these people owned cost more money that he’s ever held in his hands. that made a large part of him jealous but most of him just resented that there was people like this. the people who had too much money that they could spend on unneeded things. like hiring someone to act their boyfriend to piss of their parents. he’d heard of a lot of things but this was something else entirely.

he didn’t like this arrangement in any way. he didn’t want to have to resort to anything like this though technically it wasn’t something illegal it still felt immoral. in his head he tried to justify that this was just a strange acting job. roman wasn’t an actor (he wasn’t anything by trade, but he’d do just about any job if he felt qualified and it wasn’t illegal) but he was desperate. the money was going to be better than any minimum wage job he could find at such short notice.

mason felt sore all over. his throat burned, his stomach hurt, his head was throbbing as well as other places and if he was honest all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. he hated being hungover but the things he was feeling were expected. he let out a yawn that half way turned into a groan before rolling onto his side. what he wasn’t expecting was his arm to hit another person. 

slowly moving his arm off of the person he opened his eyes. mason blinked a few times to clear his vision. it took him a few moments to register what he was seeing. next to him laid none other than a sleeping royal. not only that but mason wasn’t even in his own bed. 

trying not to shift his weight too much he began to sit up taking in his surroundings and anchor himself - try to figure out what was happening. he took in a deep breath as he did his best to think through the hazy memories he had. 

they were at a company party and mason remembered thinking it was a good opportunity to spend time with royal. but there had been alcohol. they had left together and then there had been more alcohol. after that they had ended up at royals’s apartment and past that it started to get foggy. 

though mason could remember things, almost like flashes. he had kissed royal which lead to more kissing and that lead to even more. (which would explain why he felt sore in certain places but he didn’t want to acknowledge that head on just yet). on top of that he was naked and even if he couldn’t remember what had happened last night all of the evidence pointed in one direction. 

deimos grinned as he pushed past rhys. he tugged off his beanie and ruffled up his hair exposing his small horns. hiding them with his magics took a lot of effort and wearing a beanie sometimes was too hot so he was stuck between too annoyances but in the end he usually decided the latter was what he’d rather deal with. now that he was in the safety of rhys’ apartment he didn’t have to worry about that.

“i like you’re friends,” deimos declared turning on his feet once he heard the door click closed, “they’re fun.” they hadn’t done much but the way rhys had reacted to deimos’ comments was more than entertaining to the young demon. he liked watching rhys squirm if he put it in layman's terms. in fact, he liked that much more than the actual company of the other humans.

by a demon’s standard deimos hadn’t been alive for long - he hadn’t even lived out the full live span of a human yet. which meant to a demon he still had much to experience but deimos already decided that rhys was his favourite human. he didn’t know what it was about the taller boy but deimos was attached.

“d’ya think they liked me?” deimos asked turning away again as his tail untucked itself from under his shirt swishing through the air slowly before it found its way into his hands. he held onto the end of it squishing it gently. for some reason the action put him at ease. it was a habit he couldn’t drop.  

taking slow steps he made his way over to rhys’ couch not hesitating as he sat down onto it. while he enjoyed being around the humans it took a lot out of him. deimos’ preferred to just laze around and do nothing (it was a trait most sloth demons hand, just as a lust demon loved to fuck or a pride demon loved to prove themselves better, sloth demons well, liked to be lazy).