#snobbed

thud, thud, thud----- heavy boot clad foot steps thudded against the bathroom tile beneath him. the only sound beside that was their breathing, bass shaking the walls and fellow party-goers obnoxious laughs outside the bedroom door. although he didn’t know whose bedroom they were in, he had dragged the woman inside with him to talk. his reasoning was their energy was off tonight. maybe it had something to do with their previous argument or the fact that they had ignored each other all night (aside from the intense gazes exchanged all evening). “so what is it, you don’t love me anymore?” the blunt question cut right to the chase. if she had said no it wouldn’t have stung as bad. he was used to people not loving him. he was used to people walking out. yet, he didn’t believe the woman didn’t love him. not after everything they had been through. artie shrugged. “tell me you don’t love me anymore.”

send my muse “I think I’m falling in love with you.” to see their reaction !

morning light poured in to her bedroom and warmed her soft skin. usually, she was up early enough to watch the sun rise, but lately she’s been sleeping in. rosalie hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest in almost a decade. most nights were filled with nightmares, restless movements and reading until the wee hours of the morning because she was too afraid to close her eyes. lately, though, she’s slept soundly next to the man to her right. rhett made her feel so sound. it took awhile to let him in, and some days were harder than others, but mornings like this almost made it worth it. “morning,” she smiles. “’m gonna go make some breakfast.” leaning over, she presses a kiss to his bicep before rolling out of bed, quickly grabbing her robe to wrap herself up. 

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains .

it was a dangerous game to play, turning up at one another’s houses – what with being a diablo and a reaper, of course. it was perhaps a little less dangerous due to it being pitch black outside, albeit, but christy still looked somewhat apprehensive as he came to his front door. opening it, however, and seeing what was in front of him was a completely different story. brittany, teary-eyed and stained with blood and cj stood stunned, eyes staring at the brunette in disbelief. surely, though, the blood began to bubble.

“who did this?” he asked, gently grabbing the girl’s shirt and pulling her inside. closing the door, christy surveyed her upset expression and his hands lifted, hovering around her cheeks but not touching them – as if touching them would perhaps hurt her. “what happened to you?” he pushed, a look of almost panic seen underlying the slow-build of anger in his eyes. “tell me, darlin’,” cj finally whispered, the soldier in him disappearing.

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger .

unfortunately, the whole ‘gang’ thing oftentimes meant that trouble was coming your way. and with cj, it was probably a little too often. with a fight that had broken out just down from the dingy, dark bar he sat at with brittany, he’d been quick to try and encourage the brunette to leave with him, but felt his stomach plummet as she refused. of course, brittany would refuse him. though, the idea of staying to see what the fuss about turned out to be the stupidest idea ever, as a bottle flew across the bar and suddenly, brittany was in the grasp of a large bloke, intoxicated and assuming she was somehow affiliated with his enemy. 

anger was instantaneous; teeth clenched and jaw tight, christy practically flew forward, half in a panic and half in total rage – which was the very reason he might’ve hurt brittany in the process of pushing between the two and forcing the girl out of the way. but before he apologised, his fists had crumpled the attacker’s shirt and he slammed him into the nearest wall. “swear to fuckin’ god if you touch her one more time,” cj whispered, spitting quite literally as he spoke. “i’ll kill you.”

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse .

parked in the back of a large, empty, dark parking lot, christy sat with brittany between his legs, his back against the door. they were locked and the backseats were down for extra room and, yes, stereotypically seen in movies: windows had steamed. but it wasn’t because they’d had sex (surprisingly). instead, cj had had a small breakdown, mostly due to teddy, and the two were now so drained that they hadn’t even wanted to drive home to a bed. 

cheek resting against the top of brittany’s head of brunette hair, the boy smiled ever so slightly as he heard her breathing regulate; heavy and steady – asleep, more than likely. lifting his head, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, before resting against the window and closing his eyes. his arms were dangled around her shoulders and down the front of her chest, but the grip she once held tight around his fingers was now loose. definitely asleep.

extra info.

christy is huge on teasing and will tease and tease and tease until his partner is practically begging for him – perhaps a little bigheaded, but each to their own, right? he does enjoy a little dress-up, too; nothing’s ever wrong with some revealing lingerie and outfits, is there? 

masochim.

christy is a big fan of masochism, his favourite thing being choking – whether it’s soft or hard, he loves to feel in control. on saying that, though, he loves to feel and will welcome scratches and bites anytime… if he’s let go of their wrists for their hands to explore, that is.

sleepy sex.

interestingly, cj has quite a high sex drive and he’d happily fuck morning, noon and night, but he is fond of morning sex. in the past, he has woken partners up with oral sex, eventually leading to intense mornings under the sheets. he enjoys receiving oral sex, too, because what better way is there to wake up than with a blowjob, honestly? as memory serves, he’s also had a few sleepless nights where he’s woken up his partner at 2, 3 or 4am to have sex – and never had any complaints doing so, neither.

▲ — share a blanket with my muse.

it’d been a fiery night for the two of them, after vanishing to brittany’s house and sharing an intimate night with one another, christy had been found on the couch, eyes tired as they watched the news. his mind had been frazzled with teddy’s taunts, scares of the reapers and the diablos finding out about their brief affair; half of him didn’t care, but the other half did… and it was wildly overpowering. he liked this girl, but did he want her knowing that? just his boxers on, christy lifted his head as brittany appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and holding a large blanket in her arms. he knew that she had an inkling he hadn’t been able to sleep, albeit not sure why, and without saying a word, he gestured with a tilt of his head for her to join him on the couch. 

as she joined him, christy helped to pull the blanket equally over them both, an arm immediately stretching behind and over her shoulders to pull her in closer. “you couldn’t sleep, neither?” he mumbled, his fingers ensuring that the blanket was secure around the brunette, feeling as though he had to make sure she felt safe. natural for him, really. this was possibly the most affectionate he’d been with anyone besides his best friend; usually, after sex he was quick to disappear on his bike. but not tonight; he was quite happy to sit and cuddle under a blanket before retreating back to bed together.