It had taken Tristain some time to pull together exactly what he wanted for his first date with Jasper, though after several hours it was finally done. He paced in front of his dorm hall nervously, awaiting the submissive’s arrival. Finally, he saw the other approaching, and a large grin spread across his face. “Jasper, hey!” The Dominant greeted, stepping forward to pull the other into a large hug. “It’s great to see you again! I’m glad you came!” Biting into his lower lip, he did his best to steady his nerves, and to appear as cool and collected as he was certain his brother would have. “I...Hope you’re hungry. I have a car waiting for us, to start the evening. Are you ready?” @subbae​

Chewing the inside of his lip as he walked, Dave wound through the streets of town, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he went. Somewhere, some part of him attempted to convince himself that he was heading nowhere in particular, that no destination had been pre-determined. Still, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he knew the fact of the matter was different. It didn’t take long for Kurt’s house to come into view, and Dave took in a deep breath before making his way onto the porch. Pulling his hands from his pants, he wrung them together nervously before raising a fist to knock. He hadn’t texted to see if Kurt was home, or if he was free, or if he even wanted to see him. But, Dave had held out as long as he could. Things had felt awkward since their last interaction, something that he hadn’t wanted, something that he truthfully disliked more than just about anything. He’d been keeping to himself, doing his best to keep himself from completely devolving, but realizing that the headaches, body aches, and everything in-between were becoming more frequent, and his emotions more melancholy. The fact was that he missed Kurt, more than he could put into words; the withdrawal symptoms were more than secondary, however they did serve as a constant reminder of Dave’s alone-ness. Wrapping his knuckles against the door, Dave stepped back as he waited, head down, eyes brimming with tears for a reason unbeknownst even to himself, hands shoved back into the pockets of his jeans.  @switchingkurt

Liam&Jeff || Para

Arriving at Jeff’s door, Liam took a deep breath before raising a fist to knock. Stepping back, he clutched the two thermoses of tea he’d brought, rocking on his feet as he waited for his brother to answer. When the door did swing open, he allowed a soft smile to cross his features. “Jeff!” Stepping forward, he wrapped his arms around his brother. “I feel like it has been forever, too long either way.” Stepping into the room, he placed the thermoses on a nearby counter. “Tell me everything, how have you been holding up? How are you handling these changes? You’re a Switch now! Does this mean I have to call you ‘Sir’?” Liam joked.  @switchxxjeffsterling

Reunited || Para

Malakai chewed his bottom lip as he made his way to Beau’s room. It wasn’t a far walk from his own, and he hadn’t ever been one to get nervous about anything. And yet the walk felt like a trek of a million miles, and he found his stomach clenching uncharacteristically. So much had happened during his time at the Academy the last time around, and so much time had passed since he’d last seen Beau. Though he’d managed to find the ability to hope within himself, things hadn’t gone well following his graduation with his claim. Their relationship hadn’t ever been anywhere close to perfect, and of course Beau Smythe had known every gory detail. Kai wasn’t certain why, but he felt a level of tension already building between them- tension that had existed since virtually day one of their...Whatever it was they had, and tension they’d acted on more than they’d ever let on. It puzzled Kai how quickly it came back, though he worked to shrug his curiosity off, wanting to focus on what might happen next, when he finally saw Beau Smythe face-to-face once more. Arriving at the dor, he raised his fist to knock, offering a tight-lipped smile when the door finally opened. “Long time no see, Smythe. I told you I wouldn’t be long.” @monsieurbeausmythe

TWO-BIT & REMY || PARA

Two-Bit walked rapidly towards Remy’s room, his curls bouncing and his heartbeat quickening the entire way. It had been a long time, a time that felt like forever, since he had seen Remy Smythe. Things between them had been intense by his standards when they had been forced to part, but he’d spent their time apart wondering about what might have happened if they hadn’t been. Most days he felt stupid, not able to overcome the thought that Remy would have always been unattainable to him. After all, he was nothing but a poor Greaser from the wrong side of the tracks in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He had nothing to offer- he’d barely even managed to graduate from high school. Someone like Remy was meant for bigger and better things, and he’d kept his eye out every step of the way, anticipating just when Remy would achieve the bigger and better he knew was coming. Stepping up to the door, he knocked, stomach knotting at the thought of seeing the Switch for the first time in so many years. “Hey-ey-ey good lookin’. Fuck’s sake is it good ta see ya! Yer a sight fer sore eyes, I gotta tell ya Rem. Holy hell, ya look great!”

@switchedremy

who: @mxrlenemckn​ when: january 2nd, 1979 where: marlene’s flat

He hadn’t slept all night.

It was impossible. Not when he knew what he knew. Not when his friends had been hurt, so badly, for so long. Trying to wrap his head around why he and Lily were back in the first place had been a challenging enough venture, but after facing Remus and Sirius, and hearing Lily had gone to Peter’s, all of it was simply.. too much. Too much for any one man. The exhaustion had settled deep into his core, had made a home right alongside his mourning, and James had learned to sit with it, alternating between staying in bed with Lily, holding her as she cried, to sitting out in the back garden, and simply looking up at the stars.

He’d become so accustomed to sleeping with a fussing baby in the night, that having the Hollow be so quiet was simply too unnerving. There was no pattern of feedings, or bedtime stories, or baths to take. Their routine had been entirely wiped clean, replaced by the pair working on autopilot to unpack what boxes they could.

The few moments of sleep he managed to get were plagued by nightmares, and flashes of green, and the haunting sight of his son, in that forest, ready to go. None of it felt right, like they had been nightmares, - more like prophecies. Visions. Memories of what could be.

Harry had been ready to die.

The guilt could swallow him whole.

Finding Lily after lunch had been.. a challenge. Not because she had gone anywhere, but simply because someone had come to her.

A ghost. A memory of what was, from their own past.

Marlene.

It was his final straw. The thing that broke him. Losing Marlene had been devastating, beyond all belief, and hearing that she was back, - how was he supposed to believe that? How was that supposed to help make any sense of what was going on? They may have been brought back from the dead, Remus and Sirius may have lived whole lives, gone on decades without them, but Marlene had died before them.

And now, two years in the past, she was visiting their house to steal their food, like she always had, as if nothing was wrong.

Lily had only just calmed him enough to get him to breathe again, arms tight around him as he choked on air. She had soothed him, healed him, petted through his hair until he could find his balance again, held his face and reassured him that he was alright, that Marlene was alright, and that she would be there, waiting, when he was ready.

Which was where he found himself the next morning, standing at the door to her flat. 

It looked the exact same. Cracking paint, a crooked number. A little imperfect, just like Marlene. 

If she wasn’t behind the door, he wouldn’t know what to do.

James knocked.

After confirming the plans with Sir Jaxon, Lorelai double checked her reflection in the mirror and headed out towards Dalton. Since arriving, this was her first time being placed under official orders. Nerves aside, she was interested in knowing what the Dominant had planned. Growing up, she’d always been taught to be the model submissive, to behave and act just as she should. Even though she sometimes found that difficult, she did want to make the best impression possible on the first Dominant to request her presence and services. Reaching suite 116, Lorelai lowered herself onto her knees, allowing her eyes to flutter closed for a few moments as she steadied herself. Raising a fist, she knocked delicately on the door before dropping her hand. Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, she clasped her hands together in her lap as she waited to be granted entrance.  @xjaxxbeiste

When Darry’s alarm began buzzing at 6 A.M. sharp, he rolled immediately over to silence it. Truthfully he hadn’t really needed the alarm, having been so excited about the festivities taking place he could hardly sleep. Leaning to the side, he pressed a series of kisses across Iago’s face, jaw, and lips, letting his fingers linger in the submissive’s hair before standing fully from the bed. At home he’d gotten used to being the sole cook, and holidays meant getting up at the crack of dawn to ensure everything would be prepared on time. Whistling softly to himself, he made his way through his kitchen, flipping on the coffee pot (pre-prepared the night before) before heading towards the fridge. Throwing the door open, he pulled eggs and bacon from the top shelf, intending to whip up a quick and simple breakfast for himself and Iago to enjoy before beginning the cooking for the day. @theiagowalsh, @blaineandersontga, @grizzvissersub, @twobitnonethericher, @sodapopontherocks, @sam-eliot

Confirming the night’s plans with Blaine sent a shiver of excitement up Malakai’s spine. The feeling, like so many others when it came to the submissive, was incredibly foreign, and one he wasn’t sure how to interpret. Everything seemed to be such a whirlwind, one he couldn’t decide if he needed to stop, or needed to keep going. And of course, if he were being honest with himself, stopping it was no longer an option. Not for him, anyway. Part of him couldn’t help but to consider how quick things seemed to be, pushing him to continue refraining from talking openly about so many of those topics the two had approached, and then turned away from discussing. Refraining from sharing his thoughts, though, that was something he was well versed in. That should have made things easier. It should have taken that knot from the pit of his stomach, it should have taken the sting out of biting his tongue. It didn’t, though, and he was sure that was something that meant even more than he was giving it credit for. 

Still, Kai forced himself to push those thoughts, that conflict, to the back of his mind. They had now. They had tonight. And despite working hard on maintaining a reputation as one not to be fucked with, he realized he couldn’t quite bring himself to care about how he was perceived tonight. At least, not by Blaine. The submissive had admitted to being hungry, and Kai couldn’t force the need to make that better from his mind. Blaine had admitted he was excited at the prospect of being won and gifted a prize, and suddenly Kai’s only goal and main focus became fulfilling that wish. Blaine wanted to watch horror movies, and to cuddle while doing so, and more than anything in that moment, the only place Malakai seemed to want to be was in his bed, the other man in his arms. Shaking his head, he made his way towards McKinley. Seeing Blaine there, already waiting just outside the doors, his eyes sparkling with the reflection of the carnival lights...Malakai nearly lost his breath. “Hey there, good looking.” He spoke, stepping forward to close the distance between them to a mere couple of inches. “Fancy meeting you here. It’s like you knew I was coming or something.” @blaineandersontga

After stopping by the kitchens, Frannie made her way to Sir Liam’s suite, carrying the groceries to prepare tonight’s meal on each arm. Approaching the room, she knocked before stepping back, waiting patiently for the Dominant to open the door.  @liamedwardsenglishdom

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, Tristain took note of the time- 11:55 AM. His eyes turned to the door of his suite, and he turned back to the task at hand, pouring the brownie batter into the baking pan. Once he’d made sure everything was level and smooth on top, he turned to the preheated oven and slid the pan in, closing the door gently before righting himself. Just as he decided to have a seat on his couch, a knock at the door drew him. Opening the door, Tristain took a deep breath before putting on a smile. “Hey! Jasper! You made it!”  @subbae​

[ SELF - PARA ]

Alina didn’t have to walk to the Ball. All she needed was a bit of concentration, a hand movement here and a hand movement there, some imagination and a portal would open that would take her to the party. So maybe that’s the reason she was sitting on her couch, way past the hour the party was scheduled to start, still barefoot, with her hair still down and eating from the jar of cookies she had made the day before. Her TV was on on the most random TV show imaginable and she wasn’t even paying attention as she checked her phone, going through everyone’s photos - liking one post here, one post there. 

She had mentioned earlier that she didn’t feel like going to the Ball and the closer it got, the less she wanted to put her shoes on. Hell, she was already late. How could Alina Liu say no to a party? To a night of dancing and good food and fun? She had no idea why as well. A picture of her dress had been posted, so at least the outfit that had arrived with the new phone this week would not go to waste. Alina checked the stars on the dress and started outlining some of them as she ran the thought of the Ball over her mind one more time. 

“Whatever,” she said out loud and moved to finally lock the door to her room. “They’ll probably host another one next year,” she added and grabbed a hair tie from a nearby table, tying her hair up in a ponytail as she walked back to the couch. Now with more intent, she found a good movie to watch, pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around her knees - after covering them with the skirt of the dress - and pressed play on the remote. 

Her phone was on silent next to her, so she left it screen up just in case. Brightwood could enjoy their Ball tonight. Alina was sure they deserved it. But the Portal Witch and her Star dress had plans with Netflix and the couch tonight. Apparently.   

Liam&Sam || PARA

Movement coming from the corner of Liam’s eye caught his attention as he made his way across campus. He and Sam had been speaking for a while, and truthfully he was genuinely enjoying their conversation. He smiled shyly to himself as he slid his phone into his pocket, eyes widening at the realization that the movement he’d seen was Sam. “Uh, hi Sir.” Liam said awkwardly, hands shaking as he brought them up to the space in front of his chest. My name is Liam, he signed, half-smiling awkwardly at the Dominant. He knew a few words in ASL, some he’d picked up over the years and some he’d frantically Googled while making his way across campus, after sliding a bag of cookies into the backpack he now wore. As he spoke, his eyes bounced around Sam, never looking him directly in the eye for more than a few seconds- almost like he couldn’t. “It’s...Really nice to meet you in person.” A blush crept onto Liam’s cheeks, and he cast his eyes downward.  @switchsameliot

Hangin' Out║ Clax

Alex: ran a hand through his hair as he set aside his phone, making his way up to his bedroom to snatch a shirt out of the pile of clothes he hadn't had time to fold yet. Putting it on he gathered the rest of the pile and, like some teenager who was doing an emergency clean up of their room, stuffed it in his closet. After he checked up on Faith, who was fast asleep, he made his way down the stairs to wait for Clari to arrive and clear away some of Faith's toys.

It was the first leg of a multi-day trip for Gabby, a five-and-a-half hour flight to New York. Though her flight wasn’t scheduled to leave until 11 am, she’d been up since the crack of dawn, possibly even earlier. Flight attendants didn’t exactly have the luxury of sleeping in, their report times necessitating that they arrive at the airport hours before departure. Despite her lack of sleep, six years on the job had taught her how to adequately caffeinate herself to deal with grumpy passengers and less-than-stellar crewmates. They’d just began the boarding process, the first class passengers taking their seats first. The comfort plus passengers––a slight upgrade from economy with an extra three inches of legroom as Delta would advertise it––followed shortly thereafter. Having just finished assisting an elderly man into his seat, Gabby turned her head to see if anyone else needed her help. But the sight that greeted her was nothing she could have ever prepared for. “Oliver?” She wasn’t sure why his name had come out as a question. Obviously, it was him. There was no mistaking his lanky frame and bright blue eyes. “Hi,” she managed to get out, putting on a carefully perfected smile. “Can I help you find your seat?”

@oliverschulz

The number of people in Carson’s life getting married was increasing exponentially, and he found himself having to attend yet another wedding. Knowing full well that these sorts of events could get boring very quickly, he wanted company that could keep him entertained throughout the night, so he’d invited Sophie. She owed him anyway for helping out with her show. Luckily, the venue wasn’t too far, but was simply located on the outskirts of the city. And fortunately, the ceremony itself didn’t drag. The only part of the wedding Carson had honestly been looking forward to was the reception. Open bar? Sign him up. Turning to his date, he smiled and said, “Thanks again for accompanying me. Can I get you a drink, by the way?”

@thesophiemilton