#dsperado

[dxsole]

“ walk away. you don’t need to see this. ” / for didi

👀 SHE IS...CONFLICTED 👀

Not Accepting.

Bash hurt people. She knew that, even before he outright told her he did. He used to come home late with fresh bruises and wounds; it was something familiar for her, seeing as she did the same thing. The extent with which he hurt people, however, was newer information.

And for a moment, she didn’t really know how to take it. Most people would be frightened, and rightfully so, as anyone that could kill so freely could easily kill them too...

But Didi had never been afraid of dangerous people. In fact, nine times out of ten, she ended up liking them far more than she probably should. Especially Bash. There was not one moment in their time together that she felt threatened by him. Not once had he ever made her feel like she was in danger, that he could ever lay a hand on her with malicious intent; it just wasn’t who he was. 

But, now, Bash breathing heavily and attempting to deal with someone, another question crosses her mind; could she watch someone die in front of her? Again?

Would it be different when she didn’t know the person dying? Its a callous thought and one she (for once) feels a pang of guilt over—

He tells her to leave, something she would usually regard a small, misguided attempt to protect her, to stop her from her barrage of questions like who that guy was and what the hell is trying to pull so early in morning?

Didi looks to Bash once more, seeing how serious he looked. She had to thik fast. “...Can’t you just...break his leg or something?” She whispers to him, brows raised high. “He won’t go anywhere after that...then you release him into the woods. It’s like relocating a chipmunk, hm.”

[dxsole]

“ how long have you known? you know, about the baby. “ / for didi

👶 THERE’S A BUN IN THE OVEN! 👶

Not Accepting.

She’s not sure if it’s a maternal thing or what, but she finds herself placing her hand on her belly more. Like she would just immediately feel the baby kick in there— they’re not even big enough to kick but she liked thinking about it.

“...Two weeks, hm.” Well, closer to one seeing as it had first been just a suspicion, then a hope, then a confirmation. She’s had moments like this in the past but this time didn’t feel dreadful at all. The question of maybe I’m pregnant didn’t make her panic— and Didi’s always wanted kids but it was always a problem of well, not with this asshole.

Bash is good though. Good to her and she’d like to think he’d be a good father too (he spoils the cat well enough at least). “I peed on the stick a little while ago,” And she had been plotting and planning and banging her head trying to figure out how to tell him— does she make a big fuss about it? Bash didn’t seem the sort that needed so much extravagance. Something more subtle perhaps?

And just when it felt like she was getting closer to an answer he had snuck in, all quiet and sneaky as he could, peered over her shoulder and watched her literally type in:

how to tell husband im pregnant 

how to tell husband im pregnant subtle

how long does morning sickness last

how big do boobs get when pregnant???

“I wanted to tell you a little better than this.” Didi murmured with a pout. “...But definitely soon. Like well before I started showing, I promise, hm.”

[thebestplayer-moved]

@dsperado sent : please, just hold me? / for remy

HE DOESN’T HAVE TO BE ASKED TWICE - instead arms wrap around the other man, pulling him close. Needing comfort wasn’t a weakness, although Remus had been taught as a child that it was. HE’D LEARNED OVER TIME THAT WHAT HE’D BEEN TAUGHT WAS A LIE & he’d channelled every thing he had into being better people than his foster parents were. “I’ve got you.” He whispers to Sebastian, hand moving to gently brush against the nape of his neck. He’s not sure what brought this on , why the other is suddenly in need of being close but he’s not going to push him either.

[gunmetalgrey]

it’s me, hi

For @dsperado

Location: Nettle Cottage

Verse: Teen

It was always a long year between the summers the boys spent in Suffolk. Incredibly long, so that they showed up a foot taller and half a foot wider and annoyingly faster every time. As this was his last summer, finally having finished school, this might be the last time he had six weeks to spend in the house with the younger kids. The older Sebastian had done the same a few years ago, then Severin, then Moira. Now Bash. And as much as Alex wanted this to stay as it was, it was the way life worked.

Next year they’d say goodbye to August too, leaving the last three to trudge along to adulthood. But as he peered around her door frame and watched her throwing clothes sloppily into a duffel bag (Kat was going to kill her for not folding any of her uniform) he felt the need to announce himself over the droning sounds of Joy Division. She caught sigh of Jaspers door actually shut for once across the hall.

“Hi me, I’m Alex.” The sarcasm was thick in her voice as she pulled another drawer open, scooping a handful of t shirts and flinging them on the bed without hesitation. “You not got anyone better to bother now twattle-dee and twattle-dum are gone?”

She did miss Seb and Sev, but any time she had to think about heading back to boarding school the resentment set in. “Dad’s driving me back tomorrow night, via London. So apparently I have to get myself together now.”

[consultingsister-a5]

I thought we had a whole will-they, won’t-they thing going on. / Bash @dsperado

a meme, probably verse: alls well that ends well for: @dsperado

The kitchen was a state. On one end of the counter was the mess from Celia and Edie attempting to make pizza. Flour, tomato paste, grated cheese, the circle of crusty black dough that was supposed to be a pizza base. Oh, and the fire extinguisher in a can. Excellent present from Mary; add to stocking filler for next year. On the other end were the Dominos that Bash had brought around after he heard about the small fire. Which Cee said Elodie had been very dramatic about.

It was a very small fire.

Now there were also two wine glasses, a bottle between them. The bottle had only come out after Edie had gone to bed as Celia was supposed to be doing dry January or something along those lines.

But along with the bottle had come a little more frank conversation and honesty from them both. Still, they managed to pass it off like banter. Bash was nice like that; easy to talk to. You could get deep and then pull back so you never felt like you were taking things too far.

But it still felt real.

Cee, however, laughed at that. "No, we have a they never fucking will thing going on because he's too much of a pussy to make a move."

[thebestplayer-moved]

@dsperado​ sent :  smash or pass? / for remy smash or pass // accepting.

            “Smash , a hundred percent to be honest.”

[thebestplayer-moved]

@dsperado​ sent :  smash or pass? / for james smash or pass meme // accepting

           “Smash , although i wouldn’t let it go to your head.”

[gunmetalgrey]

company

For @dsperado

Location: Alexs flat.

Verse: shoot to kill

“Fuck off.”

It was a harsh grunt, a hard grunt. A simmering, bubbling anger that mixed with the spit in her mouth. He’d had to use three keys to get through the locked door. The curtains were closed, no lights on, plenty of places to hide.

“I mean it. Fuck off- I’m not in the mood to play your fucking therapist tonight.”