I can’t do this without a failsafe, Spence.
Okay. Fine. I’m here to support you I- I’m just so proud you’re trying to get better, yeah?
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I can’t do this without a failsafe, Spence.
Okay. Fine. I’m here to support you I- I’m just so proud you’re trying to get better, yeah?
jealous / possessive meme
“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ why is she/he calling you? ”
“ do they know we’re together? ”
“ were you with him/her? ”
“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”
“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”
“ i know you were with her/him ”
“ you belong to me ”
“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”
“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”
“im NOT jealous ”
“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”
“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”
“ you’re too good for her/him ”
“is there someone else?”
“ you were flirting with them ”
“ they were flirting with you ”
“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”
“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”
“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”
“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”
I’m. I’m in the liquor store. I’ll be home soon.
Fuck’s sake, bren
…I can’t. But I’m gonna try with shorter periods and work up to it.
That’s. Wow. Awesome.
Okay. Day 1. I can do this.
Going cold turkey?
Page 69 is up!
READ IT HERE // FROM THE START
Brendon leans against the wall. “Can we talk later? Please?” He winces as his voice cracks. He’s still hungover and tired and he needs to drink a bloodbag.
“No promises.” Spencer feels like shit, but he can’t really deal with this right now. “I need time..”
He finds his way right next to the door outside, sitting by the wallright next to it. He can tell Brendon’s right on the other side of the wall. He leans against it. Did he overreact?
“I know you’re there”
“…I’m sorry.” For breaking his promise and for scaring Spencer.
“Please go. Leave me alone”
He can’t. He can’t deal with this right now. And Brendon’s physical closeness is making it. Almost unbearable. He needs his space and their bond isn’t really allowing it but at least the distance makes it weaker. Shit.
Brendon can feel him in there, and is debating about standing outside the entrance to the Human quarters until Spencer will speak to him. He doesn’t want to act like Gabe though.
He has to apologise, he really fucked up.
…Maybe laying in wait will seem threatening?? Maybe he should wait in their room instead.
He finds his way right next to the door outside, sitting by the wallright next to it. He can tell Brendon’s right on the other side of the wall. He leans against it. Did he overreact?
“I know you’re there”
continued from this thread
Spencer keeps trying to avoid Brendon, walking around in the Human quarters, he still has a blanket draped over him, he feels like a kid, but honestly, who gives a fuck. Who cares. All of those people will be dead long before him anyway.
Someone got him a blood bag from the kitchen, he didn’t want to leave that section of the den, and for that, he’s grateful.
Right now, he’s not doing much, he’s looking for a book. Been a while since he, like, actually read shit
Brendon lets go, horrified that he’s scaring Spencer. Wait, no. Who cares. He’s angry now. He doesn’t have to listen to Spencer.
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do, alright? I do what I want!”
He’s too drunk to hear how childish he sounds.
Spencer just. Holds the arm that Brendon had, close to his chest, he takes a few steps back, then fucking books it, not bothering to stay and listen. His favourite livingroom, the one with the fire place, right by the Human quarters, he closes the door behind him and leans against it, panting
he doesnt realise he’s been holding his breath until now
Brendon is left alone in his room, but only a moment. He’s stumbling after Spencer immediately, following him through the den like some kind of monster. hahha. He grabs Spencer by the arm and spins him around.
Spencer, Spencer..”
“Leave me. Please. Please please please” He doesn’t look at Brendon, he’s looking away, he doesn’t want to see him like this, and the trying to hide from someone who’s reeking of alcohol feels scarily like a twisted deja-vu.
“Just. Just go. Please”
That spike of fear isn’t his. Shit.
“Shit.”
He wasn’t supposed to do this, was he? There was something he promised.
“Spencer, I fucked up.”
Spencer’s sitting on the bed, looking up at Brendon. He feels sick. He wants to go. He-
“I need to go, sorry” He stands up, shaking, and yes, Brendon, you are scaring Spencer
“I’m gonna just-” before Brendon might be able to recover, he’s moving past Brendon and out the door, he’s going to go. Somewhere in the den. His favourite livingroom, probably. If he still had a heartbeat, it would be racing
Brendon staggers down the halls of the den. He falls over at least once, but he can remember the way to his room, at least. He pushes the door open way too hard, and it bangs against the wall.
He doesn’t see Spencer at first, and he rubs at his face. He lurches towards the bed, and that’s when he sees Spencer.
Spencer isn’t sure what hits him harder, the stench of alcohol, or the smell of blood. Which smells good, by the way, but that does not make a drunken, blood covered Brendon seem any less terrifying.
Spencer wants to say something, but his tongue goes idle. He feels paralysed in place
Brendon stumbles through the door of the den, blood stained and drunk as a skunk. His fangs are visible and he reeks of the club. He trips and manages to catch himself against the wall.
“fuckit.”
Spencer’s. He should be mad, he is mad, but he’s mostly worried sick.
A week, the deal was a week without alcohol, and brendon couldn’t even give him that. He should’ve intervened before, he’s intervening now. He might even involve Beckett, if he has to.
He can tell Brendon’s nearby, but he’s not leaving their room. He’s going to sit, arms crossed, and wait for Brendon to make his way there
In Depth Headcanon Prompts;
☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?