29 hours. he was on his second cup of coffee of the morning and was practically a walking zombie. there was no sleeping at this point anyways. he hadn’t been able to sleep since his fight with shea and all throughout the night he’d been worried. he already had sleeping problems to begin with, but the events in his life just added onto them. elodie was supposed to call him when shea’d gotten home or if he hadn’t gotten home and it was already 12:37 when he decided to pick up the phone. no answer. he called again a minute later. within that same minute, he was on his way out the front door to the location shea’d shared with him months ago. within fifteen minutes, blue had pulled up to a strange house, and five minutes later was dragging his boyfriend out the front door. shea practically passed out in his passenger seat. that had been multiple hours ago. yet when he felt the stiring in bed next to him, he paused the show he had been watching on his computer as he watched the male slowly start to wake up. ❛ g’morn. ❜ he mumbled, not knowing what to expect.
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♠ , ✂ , ™ for shitley ( we love angst in this household ! )
♠ - for my muse to forcibly restrain yours
❛ hold st –– shea, i said hold still. ❜ he spat as his hand reached up to the other’s cheek. it seemed, however, that shea had been in a rather spunky mood today. his eyes weren’t blood shot, he was not pale, and the smile on his face was genuine. all the tell tale signs of his little habit were no where to be found. moments like this were blue’s favorite. even with the boy squirming beneath him and doing everything blue asked him not too, he still had a rather proud smile on his face. ❛ god, can you please hold still ? i almost had it. ❜ he whined as his leg swung over the other’s stomach to hold him still. even with straddling the other, shea still seemed to be able to move almost as well as he could when blue wasn’t in the picture. enough had been enough –– blue’s hands practically whipped to the two separate places on the bed shea’s wrists were and brought them up to lay on the pillow above his head. pressing them into the bed rather roughly, blue’s eyebrows raised as his tongue darted out to wet his lip. ❛ don’t get any ideas, abernathy. this is for your eyelash. ❜ he mumbled. he’d be lying if he said they hadn’t done that before but this was not the time. one of his hands moved to hold shea’s two firmly against the bed. blue’s free hand then glided over to the small black eyelash placed so rather delicately on the boy’s cheek. time was practically still for a moment. blue’s nimble fingers worked their way around the eyelash as he slowly picked it up before pressing his lips together to blow it softly out of his hands. his gaze turned back to shea before his lips started moving. ❛ you can have my wish. ❜ it was practically a whisper as his gaze shifted all over shea’s face. a small genuine smile formed on blue’s red lips as he raised an eyebrow before a glimmer of movement startled him from where he’d been holding shea’s hands. fear struck his soul before he spoke. ❛ no baby please do –– ❜ by the end of his sentence, he was squealing as the other’s now free hands had made it to his own sides, causing laughter to spill from his lips instead.
✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger
he really wished it had been the first time this week. he really fucking wished it was the first time he’d been to this house. it was rather broken down and shack like, but he knew the owner … and the owner had other priorities and places where he put his paychecks rather than cleaning up his house. blue had stopped driving his own car to pick shea up. his car was his baby and he was deathly afraid something was going to happen to it ( –– he had another baby too, but that one he couldn’t control. ) he’d shut the car door and found himself walking up the small set of stairs towards the entrance of the house. a few heys here and there ( he’d been here a few times himself –– it was a long story ) as he traveled through the small rooms in search for a curly haired boy probably close to passing out somewhere. it was the back porch where he’d spotted that damn denim jacket. he took a few steps forward before he heard a friend speak up. ❛ blue, hey pal, you want some ? ❜ a quick shake of his head sent a clear answer to the old friend, but at the mention of his name he watched the boy shift in the chair in front of him. it only took him a few seconds to walk around and squat in front of the lounge chair that was barely holding up. no part of blue wanted to look at his eyes. he knew they were bloodshot and dilated and they were the clearest indication of everything shea’d taken that night. ❛ hey. ❜ despite the aggravation and annoyance and pure disgust for being back in this house, his voice was soft. he was speaking to shea after all and raising his voice or yelling at the other had never benefitted him. even with the simple soft word, shea’s eyes hadn’t opened. a quick tap on his knee and nothing. blue felt his heart rate practically sky rocket as he tapped the other’s knee a little bit harder. open your eyes shea. with every passing millisecond that shea’s eyes stayed shut, blue could feel his own body start shutting down. multiple taps to his knee and those blue eyes still stayed shut. panic was officially rushing through his body as he felt his hands start to get clammy. ❛ what did he take ? someone –– tell me what he took !? ❜ his voice was raising with every passing minute as his hand reached up to press two fingers into the boy’s neck as he searched for a pulse. his eyes glistened as he pressed probably harder than he should have –– because the sudden pressure seemed to wake the boy up from what must have been a slumber. a groggy groan pulled blue out of his state ( only slightly though –– it felt like a constant state for him at this point. ) before anything could come from shea’s lips, blue’s voice sounded desperate. ❛ can we please go home ? ❜ despite the tears brimming at his eyelids and the seriousness of the situation they just barely got out of, he knew the next morning they’d wake up and pretend like none of it happened. that was what killed him the most.
™ - for my muse to become jealous of the attention your muse is giving someone else
it’s not that he was jealous. blue didn’t consider himself a jealous person all that often. it’s just that shea spent a rather long time taking the order of the person in front of him. maybe it was the fact that their order was quite ridiculous ( i mean –– lite whip that touches the lid of the cup but no more seems a little excessive. ) nonetheless, blue had a rather long day. he was on hour fourteen of school work and he did not have the time or patience to deal with human beings like that today. his friends were waiting on him back at a table near the front ( he’d deemed it his table, but the owner would beg to differ ) and it seemed as though this woman in front of him was planning on talking to shea for forever and a day. aggravation set into his eyes as he glanced her way. still, when his eyes darted back to the male taking the order, he seemed intent on listening and jotting down every word she said –– a smile at a joke her and casual conversation there. to the naked eye, shea was doing his job, but all blue wanted in that moment was to scream. he couldn’t help himself, really, his throat was dry and he needed to prepare himself to speak. so, clearing his throat seemed inevitable, however, the woman in front of him seemed to think it was motioned towards her ( which, to be fair, she was completely right but getting blue to admit that on a day like today was impossible. ) the nasty look she gave blue as she practically glanced him up and down earned her a nasty ass smile in return. after pulling out her card and paying rather quickly, she was gone in an instant, barely giving blue the time of day. however, when blue’d walked up to the counter, he seemed like a puppy with his tail tucked between his leg. he was not jealous, yet he watched his boyfriend’s eye as he started to type in the order he knew by heart before glancing at him once more. ❛ what ? she was rude as hell and demanding. ❜ that wasn’t all true, but he figured he’d be able to explain more about that when they were in bed that night. the look on shea’s face claimed that he didn’t buy blue’s excuse. all he could do was shrug his shoulders. his smile fell as he let out a soft sigh. ❛ 'm sorry. ❜ he mumbled as he glanced up at the other. rarely was he ever able to get away with something like this, but the two other guests and his friends in that coffee shop wouldn’t mind –– would they ? blue lifted onto his tippy toes, thankful that there was a counter between him and the other to lean on, as he connected his lips to the soft jawline in front of him. it was an apology peck –– one he knew too much about, and he hoped his apology was accepted.
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❛ hey , sorry im late ! ❜ he snuck up behind the boy, bright as ever, pressing a soft kiss just below his earlobe as he stepped in front of shea. he was glowing to say the least and it had nothing to do with his outfit. their first party as a real live couple. he really shouldn’t have been this excited for it. ❛ av came with me to study group and we just got to talking and ... yea, sorry. ❜ // @shabernathy
❛ alright –– i’ve been really lenient since wednesday, but now i’m serious. you gotta get up. ❜ his voice rung through the house at this point. over the past five days, blue had spent way more inside this house than out of it. hell, he’s spent more time in shea’s room than out of it. to say the past five days were exhausting was an understatement. shea getting somewhat outted had turned him into a hermit. for blue, that meant doing anything and everything he could to at least make shea smile. he couldn’t take back what happened. he couldn’t take away his pain. all he could do was attempt to make shea happy again and he’d do it again in a heartbeat. as he walked through the room, he was surprised to find the boy up at his desk with his guitar in his hand rather than tucked under his covers. that was a start. ❛ how would i look with a nose piercing? ❜ // @shabernathy
[ AUGUST 15, 2014 ]: saying goodbye was always hard for griffin especially when he really didn’t want to leave. hackley liked doing a lacrosse camp just prior to school starting and most years he never bother as it wasn’t necessary to go but this year was different after all. he was going into his final year and he was already stated to be captain of the lacrosse team, elementary division of course but it was a good way for the team to get to test out his skills as a leader and train up before the season starts. they’re on a roof and it’s a place of solitude for them, as the skyline seemed to overlook the town. he leaves tomorrow morning and he hasn’t told anyone but there is this gripping fear that no one really care he was leaving after all, that maybe they were all happy that he was going to be out of the town for another 8 months. he gave her a smile as he hopped up to the ledge with her, “i’m leaving tomorrow, anne. i couldn’t exactly tell ya but i got lacrosse camp back in new york.” his voice is soft as the silence of the night seemed to encompass them and just looking at her, he doesn’t want to leave. out of everyone in this town, annie was someone he’d never want to leave and every summer she left right before him, hearing her usual goodbye but this time it was him and he’s never done it before. he hops off the ledge, his hand reaching out for her as he stood behind her and he needed to look at her because it’ll be another 8 months before he sees her again. “i wanna stay but coach thinks it’d be good, the team seeing me there.” he said as his arms open themselves for her to fall into which he allows because she seemed to be the only one he really liked getting hugs from. there is this sadness forming in him as he continues to hold her and his eyes looking out at the skyline. he sighed, pulling away from her and brushed her messy hair out of her face. “don’t miss me too much, you’ll come back and i’ll be here. imma make the teachers of hackley lives miserable and you’ll do the exact same in san fran. plus we got skype, donovan still talks about how he thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on but it’s definitely because all the girls at school slap him before he gets the chance.” he steps away from her, “got your initials etched on my crosse for luck. i’ll miss ya, troll.”
❣ –A hug after being separated
[ JUNE 28, 2015 ]: he was finally back in halston officially, his parents had made it clear that high school would be a new start for him and hackley was getting boring in his opinion. punching the same people was getting tiring. his final year of elementary school had changed him immensely; he had gotten into more fights, became a bit darker and most importantly he flew in height. he had changed so much and the moment he heard annabella whitlock was coming back to town, he knew he had to go and say hello at their favourite spot. he was already grounded for some prank he did on holden and honor the minute he returned, locking himself in his bedroom and quietly climbs out his window, thanking the fact there was some odd fencing for the vines right by his room. it wasn’t too late, sunset would be in about an hour he predicted and he quickly climbs onto his bike to ride off, one of his parents spot him and he could hear them yelling his name but he couldn’t give two shits about them. he hides the bike amongst a familiar tree and he knows annie far too well, he knows that she was here or would be here. his eyes scan the clearing just until he hears a crack of a twig and the hunt sets off, she’s a blur of brown hair and laughter as he chased after her, hopping over fallen trees and smoothly turning sharp corners. he has the speed against her and sprints a good amount before grabbing her around the waist in a hug. there was something about hugging her that reminded him he was home, not his family trying to include him during family dinner or even hanging out with bryce at the fire station; it was annie and their adventures in the forest. he lifts her off slightly from the ground in the hug, now towering at a good 5′7 instead of his usual height. pulling away, “HOW YA DOIN, SLUGGER?” he smiled.
