My Absence

I know I have been absent multiple times and I always come back saying I’m ready to write and I finally was, and then my phone broke beyond use. I don’t have my own computer or a phone now and I don’t feel comfortable using others to access my Tumblr because it is so personal. My access to this account right now is a rare exception. I am currently on to gather requests so I can write them in my journal and eventually transfer them from page to blog. So I AM writing those million-year-old requests and will write any new ones that I see when I log on every once in a while. I know this is inconvenient and I apologize to you guys for that, if you’re still in this with me THANK YOU. Thank you SO MUCH, I’ll be back soon.

XOXO Carter 

So I have a new original content blog :) on this I'll be posting photography and probably writing some blog posts and master posts and shit :))) @tenderandexquisite

Home For The Holidays

A/N hey guys! Sorry I forgot to post this last night! There will be another imagine up in a couple hours since this is yesterday's - xoxo

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You sat on the couch watching the newest season of Black Mirror and holding your dog Bogart. You hadn’t left the house in two weeks and probably weren’t going to for another week until your husband Brendon got home. You put the Christmas up the day before knowing that B would like it but you couldn’t get over your melancholy fever despite all the holiday decorations around you. Spencer and Linda had helped you put them up when they brought you thanksgiving last week because they knew you’d just order take out if they didn’t come celebrate with you.

Penny Lane jumped up and licked your cheek as you stared listlessly at the screen thinking about how much you missed your sweetheart. You knew he was having fun on tour and you completely supported his music career, you wouldn’t have met him without it, but you’d have to take him up on going with on your next time. You couldn’t handle the separation anymore. You fell asleep giving both of your dogs belly rubs as the episode came to a close.

Snow fell on LA that night, a rarity, that was the first thing you noticed when you were awoken by the sound of the door opening. Then you felt alarm. The door shouldn’t be opening, especially not in the middle of the night. Brendon was in Europe doing interviews for another week. You picked up the remote stupidly and held it back prepared to throw.

“WHOEVER’S HERE YOU BETTER LEAVE NOW BECAUSE… UHHH.. WE HAVE BIG DOGS!”

You heard a dark chuckle and whimpered hiding behind the couch before you felt big strong arms around you and screamed.

But you recognized these arms and their warm comfort. It couldn’t be, but it was.

“B?!”

You asked in a shaky voice.

Your question was answered by two excited pups jumping at you and your ornery husbands ankles and tipping, they’d been missing him too after all.

“Why Mrs. Urie are these the big scary dogs I’ve heard so much about!?”

He asked scooping you in to his arms and kneeling down so the dogs could greet him. You wrapped your arms around him.

“Brendon what are you doing here!? I thought you weren’t due home for a week.”

He kissed your forehead and squeezed you.

“I missed my glorious wife too much I changed all the interviews to call-in’s and booked the first flight home”

You kissed him and he pulled you up on to the couch and kissed you for several minutes.

You smiled and ran your hand through his hair.

“Why don’t you go have a look at the tree baby?”

You suggested

B got up and looked at the ornaments.

You had gotten quite a few new ornaments this year and one very very special one. Brendon looked at them, one commemorating his new album, one for Bogart, one for Penny Lane. Then he gasped and dropped an ornament.

You started to cry because you were so afraid of his reaction. You were worried that his shock meant he was angry with you and that you would have to go to a clinic with Linda.

“B-B-Brendon?!?”

You said in a shaky voice and tears dropped further down your face. He gulped and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Y-you’re pregnant?”

The clay ornament, remarkably unbroken, lay on the floor. A white onesie decorated in red and green lettering with letters that read “Baby Urie ~ coming 2017”

You nodded.

“Yeah Brendon,” swallow “I’m pregnant.”

His brown eyes looked dead and you really thought that you were going to have to abort the pregnancy.

He pulled you in to his arms for a deep kiss and tipped you back lightly while breaking into a smiled and placing his hand over your abdomen.

“You’re carrying our baby!?”

Your tears of worry subsided to tears of joy and you nodded your cheeks lighting up.

“Yeah B this is our baby”

He smiled at you elated and his eyes filled with childlike wonder. He ran his hands through your hair and swept you up carrying you carefully to your room marveling at his amazing wife.

You placed your hand over his. You spent the rest of the night discussing doctors appointments and due dates and when to tell each others families and fell asleep in each other’s arms as the sun rose over a snow covered Los Angelas.

Ryan Ross #1 Red Light District

Prompt: Person, place, thing - A jaded songwriter, a rose garden, tarot cards.

What I listened to while I wrote: Vices & Virtues - Panic! At the Disco This is all yours - Alt-J

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You’re in Amsterdam chasing a credible source for your latest piece in the Boston Globe. It was a story about a jaded ex singer from a former US punk band that skipped out to Europe years ago and disappeared. You decided to take a night away from the pen and paper and go to a club and of course you walk outside to see your rental car’s driver side window had been bashed in, tiny pieces of broken glass scattered across your seat just like tiny diamonds. Shit, well you were probably to drunk to be behind the wheel anyways. So you start walking along the pavement. You’re pretty sure that you’re actually walking away from your hotel, but you don’t care. You think you hear water so you keep walking anyways. And then you see the flashing neon sign advertising a professioneel tarot lezer. A tarot reader. Well why the fuck not, you decide and walk in to a gypsy inspired room covered in lush tapestries and intricate beadings. A wind chime that hands a few inches from the door sings it’s inconsistent song as you walk in and see a few cushions in one corner of the room. You sit down and play with your thumbs when a boy with pale skin and curly brown hair, wearing loose clothing and a scarf tied loosely around his head like a headband, enters the room and motions for you to come back into a hallway that had a dim light shining out of one of the last rooms on the right. You sat across from the man and he smiled at you as your eyes adjusted to the light.

“I can tell you’re from the states, how long have you been in Amsterdam?”

And that’s when it clicked

You found him.

On your night off in a drunken second you have completed more work than an entire week of searching.

This was Ryan Ross.

You find your words as he spreads the cards across the table.

“R-Ryan?”

You stutter

His eyes darken and he tenses up.

“My name is Theo.”

He said in a low cautious voice

“No I know you you’re Ryan Ross I’ve been looking for you I’m a journa-”

And just like that he tore out of the door.

“Ryan wait!”

you ran after him down the darkened street and he rounded the corner by the canal. When you followed you almost fell because much to your surprise you were now in a winding rose garden behind one of the buildings with hundreds upon hundreds of red roses in ornate natural display. When you say you almost fell due to surprise, you weren’t kidding, but in the end it wasn’t you that fell, it was Ryan. Right in to the thick of a thorny rose bush.

Yikes.

You thought to yourself. You rushed over to help him but he tried to scramble away and you recognized fear in his eyes and you saw in the deep brown reflection the situation you had put him in. A stranger, drunk on top of everything, who’s a journalist who traveled to a foreign citizen to find you and ask questions about your past life you never want to be asked and then she chased you. Holy shit I really suck.

“Ryan or uh I mean Theo”

You say trying to comfort him.

“Look I just want to help”

You stick your hand out to help pull him up

“You should have thought of that before you traveled halfway across the world to chase someone who doesn’t want to be found.”

He sounds miffed still but takes your hand anyway.

You look at the scratches that now litter his face and arms and internally grimace at the pain they must cause.

“Listen we don’t even have to talk just let me catch us a cab back to my hotel and I’ll help clean you up”

He looks wary and reluctant but nods his head in agreement.

The cabbie drives you to your hotel and you get out taking the elevator up to your room. You turn to take his hand and gently lead him to the small bathroom. He follows without protest.

You go to your suitcase and pull out your mini first aid kit grabbing antiseptic ointment and butterfly bandages walking in to the bathroom and gesturing for him to sit against the sink. You clean his cuts with a cold cloth and try to be gentle as he grimaces gingerly. you whisper little apologies to him as you gently apply the antiseptic ointment to his scathed face and then close the wounds with the butterfly bandages.

Then you act completely out of impulse and begin to place tender loving kisses on his scrapes. You kiss the last one and pull away to look at him and he looks back at you darkly and stands up walking forward trying to intimidate you which he does as you press your back to the wall walking backwards in accordance with his steps. He leans in and places a kiss carefully on your forehead before picking you up and kissing your mouth softly holding you up against the wall.

You had no idea what you were doing but oh God you didn’t mind. He was so lovely and time almost blurred as he kissed you using his tongue to assert dominance I'ver you then he moved down to your jaw, your neck, a kiss here, a kiss there. You tried to stifle a breathy moan but barely succeeded which brought his attention back to your face.

He carried you walking to the door and locking it before laying you down on the large bed. Ryan kissed down your neck, trailing down your chest, to the valley in between your breasts. Before reaching under you to pull down the zipper on your dark evening dress. He slides it off of you like a snake shedding skin. He proceeds to kiss over the tops of your breasts and when you arch your back as you can hardly take any more you roll over pushing him back so you’re on top as you hurriedly fumble with the buttons in his shirt trying to get him unclothed as quickly as possible.

He laughs softly beneath you smirking up at you.

“You’re funny.”

He says causing you a great amount of confusion.

You look down at him confusion swimming in your eyes

he smirks again before quickly flipping you over and holding your wrists above your head.

“You really though that was how this was going to go?”

He slams his mouth into yours in a heated kiss tossing his shirt to the side as you run your hands over his body.

He kicks off his pants and pulls your hair tie out so it falls in a canopy around you. Grinding his hips into yours you moan quietly at the new sensation of much needed friction against your heat. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra tossing it to the side on the growing mountain of your clothing as he kisses over the tops of them again sucking and biting making his mark. You cry out in need.

“R-Ryan please!”

“Please what sweetheart I’m not a mind reader.”

“I need you now!”

“Need me where princess use your words.”

You reach down and massage his member quickly putting a stop to his cocky smirk as he slammed his mouth in to yours again pulling your wrist back up setting it above your head.

He grinds in to you groaning lightly as he proceeds to pull your panties down your leg past your ankles and off as he reaches to pull his boxers off.

And then you see it. The trademark of every decent rock star you’ve ever met. He lines himself up with you as you tense in anticipation and moan out as he finally slides in to you. He changes pace quite often keeping things interesting and leaving you a mess crying out on the bed. He kisses down your neck as he starts pounding harder than he had before.

You throw your head back in light airy moans as he shuts his eyes tightly grunting with every thrust.

“R-ry I’m close”

He growls beneath his breath

“Wait for me”

After a short time of building up the knot in your stomach even more than you knew it could grow he says to you.

“On the count of three”

“One”

“T-”

You didn’t make it. The anticipation was far too much for you to handle and you screamed out his name releasing around him triggering his finish earning you a light slap on the ass for cumming early.

You both lay there a panting sweaty mess with eyes wide open in shock as he pulled you on to his chest and held you as you began to speak.

“Ryan Ross suffered a brain injury in a car accident shortly after his arrival in Amsterdam a year prior all that is left are his ashes in a memorial hall under an unknown alias. That’s what the globe will find out about my time here.”

He smirks and lightly kisses the top of your head.

“Montauk November fifth. Be there at 8 look for the shittiest hotel you’ll know it when you see it.”

You nod before drifting off to a blissful sleep.

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A/N : ah! I posted this before but it got deleted somehow so here it is ! More stuff coming soon ! BTW if you catch the song references I made when she was patching him up message me idk what I'll do but it will be special clue: it's not in the "What I listened to while writing" - the album came out this year and this was a single on it - this band has toured with panic!

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