Zero + Calling Himself Judeswifey

zero + calling himself jude’s ‘wifey’

how can u be so cruel dad... i thought i was ur favorite?

londonwerewolf replied to your post:☎

Daaaaaad

give me lip an’ i’ll eat it all m’self. yeh don’t pay for th’food, i could just let yeh fuckin’ starve y’enormous tit. :P

musiolek:

He couldn’t help laughing a bit, “Overprotective family?” Stefan asked, eyes twinkling with something akin to joy but so much more so. His hand didn’t move from Douglas’s back, and his other went up to cup the side of his face. “I would very much like that.” Now was Stefan’s turn to be bold, to show him that this was good, this was right, and that if he didn’t have to leave, they would never be separate again. 

Stefan’s fingers traced along Douglas’s waist and reached into his pocket, taking his cell phone out. Opening a new contact, he put in his phone and home address, saving it with his name and a coffee emoji. “You would be welcome any time,” he didn’t want to separate, didn’t want to walk away in the opposite direction. “Would it be alright to walk you home?” After all, he didn’t have anywhere to be tonight, it was his night off. 

“Oh, bloody hell, they’re the worst,” he chuckled softly but couldn’t find it in him to be annoyed at them as Stefan cupped his cheek. Instead he turned his head to nuzzle his palm and any thoughts on how Mal might look like a motherhen when he got home floated away like they had never been there at all. He’d always felt so clouded, so worried, Daz hard raised him to worry. But in this precise moment, he wasn’t worried at all, not about anything.

His cheeks may have burned at the gentle touch around his waist, but he had no intention of trying to stop the vampire. He felt his phone leave his person, and watched as Stefan entered his number. Douglas raised one hand to gently touch his arm, fingers trailing over his smooth and pale skin until he could retrieve the phone. He held it with one hand, the other gently taking Stefan’s hand. “I’d like that,” he responded. It would buy them a few more minutes and maybe a kiss goodnight, and that would be enough, that would be worth it.

itsawerewolfinnit:

which darren felt immensely bad for as he knew he wasn’t the best person to look up to; he was trash, not stupid. keeping that tidbit to himself, of course, daz spoke after a moment, “she’s alright… i call ‘er every once in a while, she asks about ya, but i never know if you’d wanna talk to ‘er, y’know? but i could give you her number when we get home.”

“we both know ‘m rubbish at phone calls. wouldn’t know what to say. i only ‘member so much.” he slowed his speed as they reached the town and pulled into the parking lot. “but ‘m glad she’s well. that at least there’s someone to miss us.” it sounded morbid now that it was out his mouth, but what else was he supposed to say. they’d up and left, he had no friends, and they had no other family. shelly had been their mum’s best friend, often checked in on them, and if daz hadn’t been set on doing things his way, she probably would have taken them in after everything. but shelly wasn’t their mom, and maybe was too much of a sad reminder.