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can you help with my dissertation?

if you identify as bisexual and male, and wouldn’t mind being sent at least an information sheet about my study to see if you’d like to take part, please message me !! you will be kept completely anonymous !! my dissertation relates to stigma that bisexual males face, and how they overcome/think they could overcome this !! this is my last call for participants because whilst i am needing participants, i need to start writing soon !! can you, or someone you know, help me ?? PLEASE REBLOG !!

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jory has been moved over to @fourteenthdancer​ just so everyone knows.

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so i didn’t got to class on monday cause honestly i’ve been having a shit time focusing on writing papers and crap, and plus my whole family was staying home and they didn’t want to go. so my paper that was due didn’t get turned in, and i went to hand it in today, but he wouldn’t take it. and i’m just so tired idek if i should argue about it. feel like that’s all i’ve been doing with authority figures. 

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         “maybe the could both be the best dancers. take them to different school’s, so colton doesn’t feel like he has to give his siter the limelight. it’s unfair for him to not do something he loves just because he knows his sister might want it somewhat more.” he murmured, but he knew that was something they’d have to talk about together at another time, and with their children afterwards. dalton liked to include them on decisions, especially the ones that involved them. es, they were children and it mainly rest with the parents, but they wouldn’t make their kids do something they didn’t want to do unless it was extremely important - like going to school even though they wanted to lie in. he takes a moment to smile at his children, before eting his dinner with not much to say. the food was too good to warrant words. “does anyone think they can manage dessert, or do we want to see if we can handle daddy’s special ice cream explosion when we get home?” dalton wasn’t good at much, but making the best ice cream based dessert for his family in less than ten minutes was something he was extremely good at.

         jory nods and says, “yeah i suppose, i know my grandmother and madame zolta would both love to teach them, as well as my mother. my mother might be a better teacher for dalton, she’s far more gentler. julia could handle madame z and my grandmother. she’s more headstrong than my mother, have no idea how my grandmother would react to that. it’d be interesting,” jory laughs softly. jory sighed when he finished his food, that relief of his energy rising after eating coming to him. the kids hands shot up at the question of dessert before they started shouting, “yeah yeah, daddies ice cream,” they begged. jory put his finger to his lips warning them to calm down. “mmm...yes cause what you two monsters really need is sugar,” he jokes.

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       he hugged his husband back tightly, rubbing his back gently, “i’m sorry for scaring you.” dalton murmured, referring to the other almost jumping out of his skin when woken. “of course i’m here, a bit later than usual but i’m here.” dalton probably smelt worse than his bar did, with the faint smell of blood mixing with the strong smell of alcohol on his person, but he’d forgotten about his ruined suit the second jory started to sob. “hey, baby, hey, i missed you too.” he whispered, playing with jory’s hair. he knew there had to be a reason jory was back early, a reason more than husbands missing one another. he knew something must have happened he just didn’t know what.

      “it’s okay, it’s fine just– baby, what’s going on? why are you here, and not dancing in an amazing theatre somewhere?” it wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to have his husband back, but he was terrified of what was going on, and he knew that must show on his features. “jory please, you’re scaring me. did something happen? are you well? is anyone hurt?”

       he clung to dalton and considered whispering back that he just missed his husband and wanted to come home. that he wasn’t meant for travel and couldn’t take it. jory saw his husbands concern, and pulled back biting his lip. “everyone’s fine. i just...had to come back,” he whispers. it wasn’t necessarily safe for him to be lifting melodie anymore, or spinning around the stage or jumping ten feet off the ground anymore when he may fall and hurt himself or the baby. jory played with his hands nervously and said, “i’m fine, i am,” he says definitively. he is fine, albeit exhausted and sick to his stomach every now and again. but he’s fine. chris even checked on him and the progress before he came back here. jory’s fine, and the baby is developing right along. and yet jory is still nervous, nervous about bringing a kid into this world, of having to stop his career, of dismantling dalton’s. he always wanted to wait to have children. at least until he was thirty. not young and just starting to make it big.

         jory swallowed and said, “but...i do have something to tell you, but i need you, i need you to act like my friend. like my best friend that i’m telling this to who's going to support me. i need you to not act like my husband for just a moment, my husband who gets a say, and is involved. just act like my friend right now. you said at the beginning that no matter what you’d always be my friend, that you wanted to be in my life as whatever i needed. and i just need you to be my friend right now. can you do that?” jory asks him. “can you just listen and not pass judgement, and hear me, and understand. and then you can be my husband again and express your opinion. but when i’m telling you i just need you to be my friend,” jory whispers playing with his hands nervously.

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           the male sipped at his drink as he listened to jory speak, explaining who everyone was. dalton couldn’t help but smile as he listened. “you guys look happy.” he murmured, and then jory’s father took his eyes and it was like he couldn’t look away. he saw the similarities between jory and his father, but then you’d look at his mother and be able to say just the same thing. “i see where you got those beautiful eyes from.”

           he hummed as jory wrapped himself around dalton, and he did the same - careful not to spill his drink. “i wanna say your bed, to be honest but that’s just because i want to see your room.” dalton replied, biting down on his lower lip as jory nuzzled close. “i haven’t come across a single thing about you that doesn’t make me swoon yet. you drive me crazy, jory. you just don’t seem to see it.” dalton smirked, moving to put his glass on a coaster so he could properly wrap his arms around the male in front of him. he wanted to give jory the world, everything he could ever ask for, but for now he guessed he’d have to settle with giving him everything he’d allow, at the moment.

           jory smiles and says, “we are happy. they’ve given me the best life imaginable,” he says. he for the longest time had wished chris to be his true father. to have his blood running through his veins even though he felt bad for thinking such when he had his own father. but chris had been the father had needed so desperately growing up. there was nothing chris had failed to provide for him, no show that chris didn’t see jory as his very own son. and that meant everything. and his mother had adored him, never making him want for anything, no touch that she denied him. he was happy with what he had.” jory nodded and said, “yep, my mother says i look like him. everytime i go home she says i look more and more like my father everyday. makes you wonder when i will reach the paramount of looking like him,” jory laughs softly.

            jory hated to admit that he couldn’t keep his hands off dalton, he wanted him close. and was fighting back the overwhelming desire to kiss him. jory blushed as dalton complimented him again and said, “i see it. but whose to say it won’t change, there could be a million dark secrets and horror shows behind this pretty face,” jory teases. however it’s true, his life isn’t all perfection, and while he himself doesn’t have any personal skeletons, there are a lot that are shared amongst his family. and he knows he has flaws, flaws perhaps enough to ruin this. jory strokes dalton’s hair and says, “we can go to my bedroom, i don’t mind showing it to you.” jory leads the male back to his darkly colored room, curtains pulled open to look over the city. a queen size bed in the middle covered with a mix of grey and navy blue sheets. modern designed bedside tables, a walk in closet, and adjoining bathroom all included in the room. 

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dalton knew it would be like this, which is why he didn’t want jory to go in the first place. they were both busy people, so of course they lost touch over time. first they called each other everyday, then once every other day, and then it just got longer and longer apart. he saw his husbands photos on magazines, the more crude ones questionning the dancers relationship with his non-dancer husband as jory was spotted dancing sensually on a male dancer. it angered him, so he’d ignored jory’s calls for two days. when they finally talked again, things got heated and dalton said some things he hadn’t meant. or, maybe he had, because he wasn’t sure he could believe things jory said any more. dalton didn’t want hour long phone calls every night, he would never expect that from his busy husband, but just five minutes to tell each other they were missed, and loved, and to have a good day or night was all he’d ever asked. yet he’d soon found jory was far too busy having fun to even do that. dalton was left, alone. he’d had no one before jory. very few friends ( they were actually his staff ) and so when jory left, dalton was left alone. he had to watch his husband going out, having fun, dancing on attractive men whilst dalton was working at the club, or sleeping. it was horrible, and if dalton were honest it affected his mental health peraps more than he would have liked.

at work his employee’s complained about his newfound attitude, but he was their boss so them complaining could only make it worse for them. he started to care less about his club - but he forced himself to do the things he needed to do from day to day until eventually he was obsessed with his club once more. he found himself barely leaving work, even sometimes sleeping over to ensure he got more work done. the standards for his staff was higher than ever before, and the same could be said for the customers. dalton had always had a no-abuse policy, but now if someone so much as bad mouthed one of his staff members they’d find themselves thrown out on the streets. he had no time for it. he felt himself falling apart but that just called for more work, and more distractions. most of which meant that him and jory spent less and less time talking to one another.

that particular night had been a hard one, and he didn’t end up home until six in the morning with blood and drinks on his shirt, ruining his favourite suit. there’d been a fight, much like the night he had met jory, but this had led to more people being injured until his security stepped in and threw them all out. it cost dalton a lot of money in the drinks he had to buy to keep pepople happy, an offer them free entry next time they came. he stayed until they closed, and he was the lat out as always, closing up behind himelf. he drove ome, dragging his feet into his apartment and heading for the bedroom.

it was then he noticed that his bed wasn’t empty. he furrowed his brow, wondering who the fuck was in his apartment, and more so in his bed. it wasn’t until he got closer that he realised it was his husband. something happened. he wouldn’t be home if something hadn’t happened. he didn’t know what it was but his stomach dropped and he instantly felt sick. “jory?” has whispered, crouching down near his husband, resting on the bed. “jory? what are you doing here?” he asked, trying to gently wake his husband but the sense of urgency in his voice was clear. he was terrified of what was happening.

jory nearly jumped out of his skin when he was woken up. no one woke him up anymore. jory sprung up and caught sight of his husband. for a moment forgetting why he came here, only happy to see him in front of him again. jory threw his arms around his husbands shoulders burying his face into dalton’s neck. not even considering that perhaps he has frightened his husband by being home a month early. he was just too happy to see the man who he loved again. he sighed and said, “dalton you’re here.” he said more to assure himself than to simply state the fact. he shuts his eyes as he clings to him.

“i missed you so much,” jory says into dalton’s shoulder sobbing softly into it as he clings to him. getting the feel of his husband in his arms again. it feels right, and he suddenly feels a certain weight come off his shoulders. however there is a heavy bearing one still on his shoulders. “i didn’t mean to scare you by just crawling into bed. just tired from the jet lag and needed to rest,” he says. “had to come back home, needed to just be home with you,” jory whispers holding tightly to his husband. he doesn’t quite answer his question, perhaps dodging the subject, perhaps just too elated to see dalton again, to hold him in his arms.

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“as long as we don’t let her quit. she could really be like her daddy one day. colton too, if he pushed himself but i think he feels his calling is somewhat different to julia’s.” dalton murmured, before grinning at colton. he loved how happy and excited his son seemed, and now he couldn’t wait to get them back there and dance with the both of them. he’d even have a bar thing installed for the day so that when colton and daddy were waltzing, julia could practice some of her ballet moves as father and son danced together. “we’ll do it next week! and meet daddy for dinner afterwards again, how does that sound ??” he asked his son, and daughter, but he knew that they would both at least enjoy it more than they had enjoyed today. “i think he would too, princess.” dalton chuckled, glancing up at jory with a soft smile. “yes, she definitely needs to go easy on me. i think that i might be a hard student to teach, so you better get the little ballerina all prepared.” finally their dinner was put in front of them all, and all of the orders were right ( thank god ), and soon he tucked into his own meal, eating his fries first like always. “everything good, guys?”

jory shrugs and says, “well i think colton want’s to dance. and you wouldn’t believe how naturally good he is dalton,” jory whispers to him, “but julia tries so hard and she can be a bit of a bulldozer. and colton’s delicate if julia wants to be the best ballerina he’ll let her be the best and step aside.” jory watched his husband and children with hearts in his eyes. colton nodded and said, “yeah yeah, daddy.” julia was smiling now too. jory blushed slightly as dalton looked at him and wraps his arms around his husbands middle for a moment and kissed his cheek. jory would prefer to be dancing into dalton’s arms every night, but he was happy enough to have the times he had with his husband and children, while doing what he loved. even if they were separate. julia grinned brightly when she was told to teach her father. “okay daddy, i’ll try to make you a good dancer, like me and daddy,” she smiles. when their dinner is put in front of them jory sighs happily and digs in, his typical dancers appetite. the kids nod and colton smiles, “pasta yummy,” he beams brightly as julia douces her fries in ketchup beside him. 

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                dalton couldn’t help but chuckle at how jory seemed to be sneaking him in, but he decided not to question it. he figured it would be something to do with his neighbours rather than dalton himself. once in his apartment, dalton couldn’t help but look around. the place was full of photo’s and whilst he didn’t know the people in them, he could guess that the beaming woman was jory’s mother, and the male that appeared in the majority of the photos was his step dad. there was also a male and female that could only be jory’s siblings, unless they were other family members. he loved how personal that jory made it, so much so a smile came to his lips. “i’m okay for a drink, thanks. and a tour ?? don’t want to give you too much pressure to show me to your bedroom.” dalton smirked, tearing his eyes away from the various picture to look back at jory once more. “your mothers a beautiful woman. i– i assume that’s her, in most of the photos ??” he asked for clarification, but it wasn’t really needed. it was obvious just from looking at her, and then back to jory.

          “however, i do seem to remember that you said cuddles were certainly on the cards ??” dalton hinted, a grin coming to his lips as he laced his fingers in with jory’s, squeezing his hand. “i love your apartment.” he murmured, biting down on his lower lip before glancing at jory. “it’s personal, and kinda puts your life on display, but that’s who you are. i can tell you love your family, and that just makes me swoon even more.”

                jory smiled and said, “of course i can give you a tour.” jory got dalton a drink and then nodded, “yeah that’s her. and she is beautiful, still looks almost as young as she did when i was born.” it was a wonder that she didn’t have more wrinkles with all that she had been through. he walked over looking at the photos and said, “yeah, that’s my mother and the man next to her in most of them is my step father, chris. the boy is my brother bart, and little girl is cindy.” he points out one of his father, a sultry sort of scowl on his face, so unlike the look jory normally wore. his mother said that his father thought it looked sexy and that’s why he did it. but the face was roughly the same as jory’s, other than the light bits of his mother that were mixed into him. from his lighter hair and softer facial expression. he also perhaps earned his tanner skin tone from all the sun his mother ensured he got. perhaps that’s what made them look more different. but jory does have his midnight blue eyes and red toned lips. jory smiles and says, “and there’s my father.” 

jory squeezes his hand in his and wraps his arms around the others waist. “mmm...yes cuddles absolutely, would you prefer my bed or the couch?” jory asks nuzzling close to the other. he laughs softly and nods, “i do love my family. they’re the most important thing in the world to me,” he sighs. he tilts his head at dalton and says, “oh yeah? and what're the things that don’t make you swoon about me?”

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           “there won’t be.” dalton assured, knowing that no one could ever capture his heart like jory had - no matter how they danced at his club. no one would ever be jory, apart from jory. he was utterly and completely in love with his husband, and nothing would ever change that. he’d fallen for him the moment he’d met him, looking after him after an incident in his club, and dancing afterwards. even when he ran off at the strike of two am like cinderella.

           “three months, to the day.” he repeated, swallowing hard as he glanced at his husband. he felt so guilty for making jory sad about this, but he hoped the other knew that of course dalton was happy for him and wanted to be nothing but supportive. when his husband embraced him, he tightly hugged him back, pressing kisses to any part of him that he could get to. “i love you so much baby, i know you’ll kill it out there. you go and show them that you are the best dancer on this planet, and no one could ever match up to you. i’ll try and get some time off at one point, come out and see you okay? it’ll be okay. i love you so much too cinderella, and i know you’re coming back. i do know that.” he reluctantly pulled away when jory had to leave, and he waved at his husband until he was out of sight. he stood there for a small while, staring at the point that jory had been before slowly he walked back to his car, sitting in the drivers side and driving back to his apartment, like a robot. waiting until he got home until he’d allow himself to break down, already missing his husband so much that his heart ached.

jory didn’t talk to dalton as often as he would like. at the beginning he had been sure to call once a day. then it became every other day as it became busier. they were in different time zones and jory was exhausted after long practices and press tours. back home his face was on magazines, him and his dance partner melody appearing in love with one another as they were accomplished at doing, as they did so every night on stage. and sometimes it was him, melody, and her boyfriend, james who was also apart of the company. the three of them going out together, dancing together. one particular magazine spread had a photo of jory and james dancing in a club together, it had been a sensual dance to tease melody who found it hilarious. all things he was doing when he should of been on the phone with dalton he supposed. eventually the phone calls dialed down to once every couple weeks. they were short, argumentative over why jory didn’t call more often.

and now it had been three weeks without a call, it hadn’t been jory’s plan for it to be so long, but he was practicing during the day and performing at night. and he had recently come down with some sort of stomach ailment he surmised. something he had to dance through though it sent him running to the bathroom in the early mornings, luckily he hadn’t yet gotten the urge to throw up on stage. though he found himself even more exhausted, in need of more food, and dizzy at times. madame zolta finally had enough of her star performer complaining and sent him to the doctor. the blood test came back and there it was, his ailment plain as day. he was pregnant. two months along of course, reminding himself of the last time him and dalton had made love two months ago. before their argument about him leaving, before he was over here.

jory felt the nerves bubble under his skin. instantly he longed to be back home and not here. he only had two people he loved here. madame zolta and melodie. he longed for his mother and step father now to comfort him, he knew his mother would pull him to her chest like she often did and stroke his hair. tell him how much she loved him and that it’d all be okay. chris was a doctor, he’d walk him through the medicine but he’d also wrap him in those strong arms and tell him it was alright, and he’d be fair, he wouldn’t judge him for any decision jory might consider making, for jory hadn’t judged him. he’d call them momma and daddy like he did as a boy as he cried out what was going on. he’d be safe like he was as a child. hell he even missed bart who he could see scowl when jory came back, but he could also see bart soften as he did sometimes. he’d soften once he knew and he’d hug jory too. he wouldn’t judge either though it was in bart’s nature to do so. he’d protect him. but most of all he missed dalton. he needed dalton to hold him the most. to tell him it’d be all right, that they’d be alright. that he’d love him no matter what, that he’d support him. he needed dalton to love him in spite of his more recent faults, and even his doubts now. he needed dalton to want him and love him, and not forgive him just because there was a baby. ‘i don’t want the only good thing to come from this marriage to be a child’, he recalls himself saying to dalton when he fought with his mother after telling her they were married. ‘it won’t be,’ dalton had promised before they made love, giggling and kissing so sweetly. he hadn’t known that his mother had seen them doting and loving one another, and that’s why she had decided it was good for jory.

but he didn’t have any of them to run to so he ran to madame zolta and melody flinging himself across their laps. ‘jory dear it’ll be alright, you’ll dance, you can still dance now even. and when this finishes you’ll be home again. you’ll have baby and i’ll have trained three generations of great dancers,” madame zolta said in her thick accent. melodie combed her fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek, ‘she’s right jory it’ll be alright. you know i can’t dance without you, or rather i can’t dance as well with anyone as i do with you. you’ll dance again even with a baby. and it’ll be a beautiful little baby, like you or that handsome husband of yours. either way that baby has good genetics on it’s side.’ jory cried into their arms and shook his head, he had to go back now. he finished one last performance before jumping a plane home.

he first went to his family, they consoled him just as he knew they would. even bart acted the same. ‘if he doesn’t accept whatever you decide i’ll kick his ass’ bart had said sternly, ‘you can come back and share my room if you need to even,’ bart shrugged. jory couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling his brother had some longing to have him back at home. chris had held him tightly, the warm arms of the only father he truly knew holding him. telling him it’d be alright, kissing his forehead. his mother kissed his face all over and told him he needed to go to dalton, tell him. jory knew that but his mother had to push, jory needed that push to go home. to his real home.

he went to the apartment, turning his key in the lock, it still worked, that was a good sign. but then again he wasn’t supposed to be back for another month, so perhaps dalton hadn’t had time to change the locks yet. he walked in, it seemed darker than how he had left it. dalton was still at the club, after all it was four am he’d be home soon though. jory walked over to the bed, their bed, his side was less rumpled. jory fell onto the bed with a bit of relief. it was more comfortable than any other bed, cause it was theirs. jory found himself moving beneath the covers pulling them around him. they smelled more like dalton now, rather than the mix of their scents. he breathed it in that longing filling his chest. he settled telling himself not to fall asleep when dalton would be home soon. but he was exhausted from it all, and being pregnant only made things harder. it made him more tired. he nestled under the sheets though, falling asleep in their bed as if he had never left.

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          “she certainly is.” dalton chuckled, but he understood what jory meant. julia would appreciate it at the utmost if dalton at least attempted to dance with her. maybe she could teach him a thing or two. “i’ll do my best. see if she wants to teach me ballet, or see if she’ll let me teach her how to waltz. the next time she’s at the club. but if they keep being bored, jory, i just don’t know what to do. i just don’t think it’s fair to them, you know ?? but i’ll try harder. i promise.”  he murmured, trying to keep his voice low so that only jory could hear him. “i love you.” he whispered before dalton ordered for all of them, making sure to get julia’s burger no cheese explicitly across to the waitress. he knew the meltdown that would happen if it came with cheese on.

            he looked at his son, pulling a funny face to make him laugh once more. he loved the sound, he would never get bored of hearing colton laugh. “so, daddy’s had an idea.” dalton announced, hoping that julia would listen along with her brother too. “the next time you come to daddy’s work, i’m gonna have a little surprise for you, and julia you can teach daddy to dance how you do and colton, perhaps i can teach you how to dance like daddy and i do at home.” they often danced together, and because dalton wasn’t particularly versed in ballet, he often convinced his husband to waltz around the house with him instead, “besides a party, if you guys want to do something that day you just let me know over the next couple of days and i’ll sort it out, okay?” he wanted to show them that they could have fun at his work too, and that he wasn’t afraid to make a fool of himself for his kids sake.

“she’d love that you know. she loves to boss people around, so im sure she’d love to teach it to you,” jory smiles. “well if she complains about waltzing tell her that a lot of the time us ballet dancers prefer the waltz as long as it’s with the right partner,” jory says looking at dalton as he says it, letting it be known dalton is that partner for him. jory sighed and kissed dalton’s temple, “thank you babe. they love you, they’re just going through a phase where dancing is the coolest thing in the world. the first time they have to wear the real ballet shoes and their feet ache for days on end or they fall trying to do one of my spins, one of them will likely shake loose and want to own a place where you throw big parties,” jory assures.

colton gave him another giggle hiding his face in embarrassment. he had a habit of doing that even as a baby. hiding his face behind whoever was holding him. as if because he couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see him either. coltons eyes lit up with happiness he always wanted in on the waltzing his daddy’s would do. trying to wedge his way between them to join. colton smiled and nodded, “okay daddy, i’ll dance with you,” he says clapping his hands together a bit.

julia looked up from her menu curiously, pursing her lips as she thought it over. “okay daddy, i’ll try and teach you to dance like daddy. i think he’d like dancing up on stage with you more than melly,” julia says referencing jory's dance partner melodie. jory nodded and said, “you’re right julia, i would. so you teach him to be the best ballet dancer alright. and make sure to be a nice ballet teacher like grandma cathy. no berating your father like madame marisha okay?” jory warned to which julia nodded.

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When you shared this much history with someone, it only gave a depth to the relationship. They weren’t the same boys from the past. It was only natural, seeing as how much they’ve grown and changed. But these memories they created together were common threads, tugging at heartstrings in ways no one else could. “You got bracelet making on your resume like me then?” he playfully bantered. “Guess I might have competition then.” Corey scoffed as he folded his arms across his chest. “Any film can be talked about. And I think cheap horror films have the most artistic merit. I could watch them all the time, and never cease to be amused.” If Corey wasn’t running his own live commentary during a movie, then he was laughing hysterically over it. There was something cathartic about watching something that was supposedly meant to be scary, but you found humor in it instead. His eyes widened at his friend’s offer for tickets to one of his shows. “Oh, Jory, you don’t have to,” he said with a sudden shyness that even caught him off guard. “But I’d love to see you perform again. Tell me when you do. I’ll be there.”

It wasn’t like Corey to be this bold. He wore this armor like a lifeline, because underneath it were hastily done stitches and hairline fractures. He was a mess that somehow passed as a functioning human being amongst others. But alone, he was still falling apart at the seams. Yet here he was closing the space between them for a kiss. His heart broke in a good way when he felt Jory return the kiss. It was as if his heart was being remade anew. With one hand still on Jory’s waist, Corey guided him over to the sofa. He already felt his knees go weak earlier, so it helped to be able to sink down on to the sofa. Corey couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so gentle and kind with him. It only made him kiss Jory deeper. The kiss broke when there was a need for air. Corey rested his forehead against Jory’s with his eyes closed. He felt tears sting behind the closed eyelids. He wanted to say those three words, but fear caught his voice. He held his tongue as if trying to stall rejection.

Kissing Corey felt as if he had tripped over the side of a cliff and was just enjoying the fall. It was slow and linger and left that sinking feeling combined with the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. Jory felt himself being walked backwards till he fell down onto the couch pulling Corey on top of him. He kissed his best friend gently, but deeply, a tenderness in the kiss. He stroked his best friends cheek gently, fingers dipping into his curls. Kissing Corey was better than he could ever imagine it and he wishes in that moment that he caught on sooner, and had kissed Corey way back when they were in high school.

Jory kissed Corey long and sweetly, when Corey pulled away he let out soft breaths as he continued to cup his face. He was beautiful, and always had been. He saw the tears threatening to pour out of his eyes. Jory sighed and said, “Oh Corey, don’t cry. Don’t cry because of me,” he whispers before kissing Corey’s cheeks. “Was it bad? Not what you imagined it’d be?” Jory asks a flash of insecurity running through him. He loved Corey, he needed Corey to love him more than he ever thought he could need someone to love him, to want him. When he was young he had thought what he felt for his dance partner Melody, was love. It wasn’t, it was what seemed right cause they were dance partners. Now he understood what his step father had told him once, shortly after his falling out with Corey, he never thought it would pertain to Corey back then. 'Be careful whom you love first Jory, for that is the one you will never forget,' he had told him way back then. Now it made sense, and perhaps he had loved Corey even then and hadn’t let himself feel it.

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⊱asks for muns with a multimuse or more than one muse⊰

is there a muse that you wish gets more attention?

if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse?

which muse is the trickiest to get into character for?

is there a muse that not a lot of people roleplay with?

if you HAD to choose, who’s your least favorite muse?

which one of your muses have you been playing the longest?

which one of your muses has the most ships?

what is each of your muses otps? notps?

why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

which muse is the most fun to write for?

is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?

what is something everyone should know about your muses before interacting?

what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

which muse has the most aus or verses?

can you sort your muses from youngest to oldest?

which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

do your muses get along with each other?

would you ship any of your muses together? who?

for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them?

have you ever considered making a multimuse/is it easier having a multimuse?

which muse is the most problematic towards other muses?

which muse is most likely to make new friends?

which muses’ fandom do you like the best?

is there someone playing the same muse/s as you and you really look up to them?

which muse do people send the most asks for?

which muse is most likely to have kids?

is there a rule that someone keeps breaking for your muses?

can you sort your muses from weakest to strongest?

which muse are you considering deleting?

most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses?

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Him and his siblings were free now. They’d been on the train for hours, his nerves growing frazzled as the ride seemed to go on forever, as the train stopped to pick up more passengers, and let some off. He felt happier perhaps than he had been in three years, they were out of their attic prison and onto better things. Confident that they’d find something good. However his expression changed once he peered down at his younger sister. His bright blue eyes darkened with worry.

Her face was pale and sickly, and Chris took the guitar off his shoulder and began strumming it gently for the child who appeared to be no older than three. In fact she was eight, but she was abnormally small for her size. “Oh Susanna, oh don’t you cry for me,” Chris sang in a sweet melancholy tone. It had no use, as soon Carrie was throwing up in the paper bag on the train. He looked down at her sadly as she got some on her clothes and lifted the little girl into his arms from his other sisters lap. He carried her to the bathroom and changed her clothes before exiting and going back to his seat. They all looked sickly, but Carrie was the worst off. They needed a doctor for her and themselves, soon.

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It was quite the feat of wonder that two grown men could fit on this sofa. Hence why Nate loved this sofa so much. He’d even say he loved it more than his own bed. Nate smiled to himself when he felt Chris relax against him. He continued running his fingers through Chris’ hair.

Nate laughed, his smile reaching his eyes. His heart warmed when their eyes met. “Hey, are you making fun of me?” He couldn’t help but laugh at himself anyways. He appreciated how Chris indulged in Nate’s playful nature. There had been too much fucked up shit in his life growing up, and he was witnessing it on a near daily basis at work. He wasn’t optimistic as a method of being in-denial. It was just to remind himself that there was still good in the world, so he thought he should put some light out there too.

“But yeah, I know you love me.” His hand drifted down from Chris’ hair to run across his arm. He shifted his position a little, so he could bury his face into Chris’ neck and shoulder. His lips brushed against the other’s skin. Would he ever work up the courage to confess? He wondered if Chris could feel how quickly his heart was racing.

Chris smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around Nate as the other teased back at him. “Only a little,” he whispers back face buried in Nate’s chest. He was drawn into the others warm and bright nature. Chris was the optimistic one of his siblings, but it wasn’t easy to be. It was optimism from denial. Chris just wanted to bury it all away. It wasn’t easy. So he thought he needed some real sunshine in his life, and that’s what he thought Nate was.

Chris’s eyes were blue, but the type of blue that wasn’t cold. The rare type that seemed to warm you up. Chris looked at the other gently. Pressing closer to Nate as he felt the others hands move down his arms and his lips move against his skin. Chris heard Nate’s heart beating hard against his chest and looked at him curiously. “Are you alright? Your hearts beating kind of fast,” the young doctor said.

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