#called in at the last minute for a shift and of course I ''dont have to say yes'' but also if I want to be considered for a casual position

[august--and-everything-after]

I fucking hate part-time work, this shit is so stupid

[heyitslapis]

its times like this when i really wish i had an SO's shoulder to cry on

Because I think i factrued/sprained my foot the other day it happened wednesday but its still pretty swollen and pops when i try to walk on it without hobbling. i know i signed up for health insurance through work. i wrote down the insurance company name as Bayside and I have my personal insurance id number but the card never came in/got lost in the mail (and i already called for one replacement that never came so idk if theyll send me a third) so i cant confirm the insurance name nor call them, but i need to because ive called/visited 5 health care facilities around me and NONE of them have even heard of Bayside. So im calling the phone number that my manager provided me with telling me that was the insurance company. I keep calling the number (and mind you ive called them before to try to get a second insurance card sent to me but that was in like April) and i get that its saturday but theres no answer and the stupid automated machine wont let me leave a voicemail. the automated answering voice on the phone also says that theyre called National Benefit Plans by SafetyNet and google says the phone number im using belongs to National Benefit Plans out in San Antonio Tx (i live no where near there). I found National Benefit Plans' website on SafetyNetPlus dot com but National Benefit Plans doesnt have their own website, just through SafetyNet, and also the SafetyNet website says on a side panel that "this is NOT insurance" and instead keeps saying "health benefits" instead so idk what the fuck ive been paying for for the last 6 months tbh and im having an emotional breakdown bc i dont want to fuck my foot up for life just cause i couldnt figure out my health insurance/benefits shit

[lilg05]

Scotty doesn’t Know

Warnings: Cheating; Fingering; Pure smut; Swearing.

Pov: Your boyfriend doesn’t know that he isn’t meeting your needs and paige is.

Here you are again another sunday night your boyfriend thinks your staying at paige’s for a “study session”.

“Fuck baby just like that.” Paige says as she pushes your head down on her strap causing you to gag which makes Paige even more turned on. Paige then pulls your head up from her make shift ponytail. “Fits to perfect in your mouth doesn’t it baby.” She says while her thumb it playing with your swollen lips.

She lays you down on the bed and starts kissing your neck.

"Please Paige." You whine.

"What do you need baby."

"Need your strap please."

"Yeah baby need this cock in you" she asks "Is Scottys this big?" Suddenly plunging her dildo inside you.

Sad but true confession Paiges strap actually is bigger than scotty which makes you feel bad, but god when paige thrusts into you with the force and drive she has ots hard not go come instantly.

"Fuck baby you close?" Paige asks like she can feel you clenching around her.

"Yes paige dont stop so close."

"Fuckkkkkkkkk." Paige exaggerates as she thrusts into your wet warm and welcoming pussy.

"Ah shit im cumming!" you scream as you have one of the best orgasms.

“Yeah just like that baby did so good for me.” Paige says walking you through your orgasm.

Paige makes sure you’re okay and then runs to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to clean you off. She then shoots it into her hamper and slides under the covers with you.

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Paige’s Pov

Scotty thinks she’s out shopping meanwhile she’s under me and i’m not stopping. Everything about her is perfect the way her boobs bounce when I thrust into her or the way her brows furrow when I rub my clit against hers. It amazes me that Scotty doesn’t know how to please her.

“Fuck Paige so good to me.” she whines

“Yeah baby am I the only one who can makes you needy like this?”

“Yes, best i’ve ever had.”

“Fuck your so wet.”

“Only for you babe.”

I start to grind against her harder chasing my orgasm. I lean my head down and kiss her causing her so let out a soft moan.

“Fuck Paige i’m gonna cum please don’t stop.” you say softly.

“I’m so close ma at the same time okay?”

“Yes baby.”

I let out a guttural moan and so does y/n as you both simultaneously cum. I clean us up and we lay together.

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Your pov

Paige is fucking you from behind when you get a phone call.

“It’s Scotty.”

“Answer it.” she says while thrusting into you.

“Hello?” you stutter out trying not to moan as Paige picks up her paste.

“Hey babe what are you doing?” Scotty asks from the other side of the phone.

“Paige and I are hanging out at the gym.” You muster out. Paige takes this as a sign to pull out and start kitten licking your pussy. You try your hardest but you let out a tiny sigh of relief this being caught by Scotty.

“What was that?” He asks concern and confusion laced in his voice.

“N-nothing I finished my cycle on the treadmill.

“Oh okay well i’ll see you later for dinner right?”

“Of course” you cringe before saying this next sentence knowing you don’t mean it. “love you.”

“Love you to honey.” He replies and hangs up the phone.

“Good girl stayed so quiet for me, I didn’t even have to punish you.”

“Thank you.”

“You want a reward baby?”

“Yes please.”

Paige then flips you over onto your back and she starts to eat you out like it’s casual. He hands claw at the sides of your thighs as you struggle you keep your legs open. Paige’s tounge is teasing your hole. Not even a few minutes later Paige is making you cum and she laps up your juices like it’s her last meal.

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Paiges pov

It’s now Scotty’s birthday and the men’s and women’s basketball team and a few extras were invited to his birthday dinner. Y/n is wearing a mesh see through black long sleeve and a mini denim skirt. Scotty sits at the end of the table then it’s y/n and across from her it’s scotty’s bestfriend Jason next to Y/n is me and then Azzi is sat across from me. Azzi, Y/n, and I are all talking while Jason talks to his friends, Azzi excuses herself to use the restroom.

“You look so beautiful.” I whisper into her ear.

“Thank you Paige.”

“Wanna fuck you so bad.”

This comment causes her face to heat up I reach mg hand under the table and run it up her thigh closer and closer to her heat.

“Is that what you want Y/n/n” I ask “want me to fuck you on your boyfriend’s birthday when he’s only a few feet away.

“Please Paige.” you whisper into her ear.

“What is it ma I need to know what do you want?”

“Need you to finger me please.”

“Okay baby but you gotta be quiet and secretive, okay?”

“Okay.” She mutters out.

From anyone’s view it just looks like we’re talking since everyone is at the further end of the table. Mean while i’m fucking her with my fingers under the table. Y/n turns over and looks into my eyes and almost leans in to kiss me but I give her a warning look knowing she can’t get caught.

“Doing so good for me baby.”

“Don’t stop.” she whispers.

“Your so wet does this turn you on me fucking you when your boyfriend is only a few feet away from us?” I ask feeling her clench around my fingers. My thumb starts to make figure eights on her bundle of nerves. She leans over and moans into my ear letting me know she’s gonna cum soon.

“I’m cumming Paige fuck.” she moans out quietly.

I feel y/n cum on my fingers as I slow my motions down to help her calm herself so she can go clean up in the bathroom. Just as she about to leave Scotty comes up to us and asks if we’re all good.

“I’m okay I think Y/n was about to go to the bathroom.” I reply.

“Hmm okay you okay baby?” He asks Y/n.

“Yeah i’m fine I need to use the bathroom though so excuse me.”

Y/n returns only a few minutes later as everyone is getting ready to order their food. We all finish eating we head out to the bar. Jason comes over with shots for everyone some people didn’t drink theirs so Scotty decided to. It’s a few hours later and Scotty is on his 5th shot and 3rd beer so you could say he’s a bit intoxicated.

“Come dance with me baby.” He asks.

“I’m okay Scotty go hangout with your friends.”

“But I wanna dance with you, you’re always with Paige why don’t you come hangout with me.”

“Scotty stop we already talked about this Paige and I are friends nothing more nothing less okay?”

“Then why can’t you come dance with me.”

“Because Scotty your drunk and your annoying when your drunk.”

“Fine i’ll go find another bitch to dance with.”

“Good let me know which one so she can find someone else to please them.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“Scotty i’m sorry to burst your bubble but you dick game could use a little more work.”

“What are you talking about you cum everytime we fuck.”

“Yeah cause I imagine your someone else.”

“Who!”

“Take a long and hard guess.” she tells him while pulling up our hands that are tangled with one another.

“Fuck I knew I should have never let you hang out with her.” he yells and then turns his attention to me “Fuck you Paige I’m gonna tell everyone.”

“Scotty” I look at him “Everybody knows you’re the only one who doesn’t.”

Y/n then pulls me out of the booth leaving Scotty there by himself with his mouth agape.

“Welp I guess Scotty knows now.” she chuckles out while i lean in to kiss her softly.

Sorry if this is bad i didn’t know how to write the ending😭🙏🏻😚

[burn-before-reading]

blue is the colour of your eyes

joost klein x artist! reader

The overwhelming need to paint him. just fluff and rambling and being a nervous mess.

now has a prequel! read here

word count: 2.3k

a/n: supposed to be short blurb but it got away from me soooo anyway i haven’t tried to write anything in a hot second but Joost is inspiringggg so enjoy. Definitely wanna come back to this idea later possibly who knows. i don’t proofread anything btw so good luck

warnings: none except awkwardness, google translate Dutch, and a titanic reference.

RPF BELOW. PLEASE SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE. DONT REPOST TO OTHER SOCIAL MEDIAS OKAY PLS AND THANK YOU

You can’t seem to stop staring at him today. Two hours of putting pencil to paper trying to come up with literally ANY other idea and now your left with a pages full of Joost doodles.

He, of course, has no clue. drawing on his ipad on the other side of the couch. a movie playing in the background as the two of your got engrossed in your own work. who knows what he was doodling.

You were supposed to be brainstorming ideas for a painting for a group show coming up. The theme was vague and open ended. Love, in every sense of the word. Platonic, romantic, the secret third kind you didn’t even wanna think about right now.

You shouldn’t be thinking about Love and staring at Joost. You two were friends. He just sees you as a friend. Purely platonic.

Turning the next page over you give yourself a fresh start and start working on a couple thumbnails for possible paintings. You start scribbling a figure in the center. moving quickly to the background you add scribbles of flowers and leaves. making a short list to the side of plants to study later: Daisies, Sage, tulips.

Satisfied enough with the first thumbnail you scribble a few more in different poses. hands folded in their lap, resting on a table, holding a cigarette….wait.

you go back to the last sketch and notice you added a bit more details than intended. chunky glasses and a sharp haircut. you look back up at your accidental muse. He is still engrossed in his own art, but you manage to catch his eye after a minute when he looks up from his work.

his eyes pierced into your soul in that moment and the painting flew together in your head. Splashes of yellow and orange contrasting with the green of the plants. And his eyes. bright blue.

Why are his eyes so blue…

“you good?” he asks.

you dont know how long you were staring at him before you submitted to your own subconscious desires. Pencil tapping repeatedly on your sketchbook you muster up the courage to ask,

“can I paint you?”

his mouth gaped open slightly as that wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. He straightens his posture and shifts slightly in his seat.

“like… now?”

“No not now.. I just keep getting stuck on this idea and,, can i?” you gesture to the space next to him and he shimmies over slightly to give you permission to move closer. Now sitting next to him, you lean your book over for him to see.

“I just keep thinking about this idea of someone in a boquet of flowers, or just surrounded by flowers, and I want it to feel warm. I would be looking off to the side, or maybe smoking, i don’t know yet, but around you I imagined some Tulips and maybe sage to contrast your hair and..” you stopped as you felt yourself rambling and you look up. Bright blue staring back at you, full attention, hanging on your every word.

Comforting, yet still intimidating. You feel yourself want to shrink back into your half of the couch. explaining your ideas and baring your soul to this creature next to you that stole your attention and won’t give it back. This Fae that you gave your name to and now your theirs. At his beck and call at 9am when he texts you to hang out all of a sudden, so you cancel your own plans. Fae with bright blue eyes. stupid blue eyes.

what shade of blue are they?

his face looked interested, but still confused and hesitant, so you start to backtrack.

“You don’t have to agree, it was just an idea I had..” your pencil nervously taps the edge of your paper again and you look down and away from his face.

tap tap tap tap tap tap

Joost grabs your hand to stop your nervous tick and you glance back at him.

“No i want to, but… do i have to be naked?” his question breaks the tension and you burst out laughing.

“No. what? No! why would you think that?” you ask. he laughs as well.

“Ive seen your other studies of people, I didn’t know if this was gonna be like that one scene in titanic or,”

“Titanic? no no, I just want it to be you. We can agree on an outfit later if you are down for it but I just want you to feel like yourself.” he smiled and from this close you could see and the beautiful little details of his face. crows feet, dimples, each individual eyelash. His perfect blue eyes.

———

the next week you met up again, but this time you had arranged your studio up so you could sketch and photograph your model as needed. You had gathered your other needed models, a bouquet or two of flowers you had spent the last few days over analysing and studying. pages and pages of flower studies to make sure you had all the right angles needed when it came to the final painting. This next step you were slightly dreading.

It much easier to draw something when its not starting straight back at you.

Joost showed up later that day wearing a white button up short sleeve shirt, a black tie, and his usual chunky frames. his hair not as neat as it usually was but styled to suit the overgrown mullet look he had been sporting lately. Yellow roots growing in. He had badgered you all week about what he needed to wear and even though you said you trusted his fashion choices to pick a suitable outfit he insisted on a guideline. So you gave him one.

“Well people usually get flowers on a date, right? so i dunno, what would you wear on a date?”

“ Have you gotten flowers on a date before?”

“well… no, but typically thats a thing sometimes. it seems nice.”

“… Is this a date?”

“…its a collaboration.”

You guided him over to the corner you had set up as the make shift backdrop for him to model in. An old love chair you thrifted years ago sitting on rolled out black paper for the backdrop. some flowers in a pile of the floor for you to mess with later.

He sits down on the chair as you gather your needed materials to sketch. larger pieces of paper, charcoal and an assortment of graphite, watercolour paints, and your camera for when he can’t sit still any longer.

“okay i think im all set. lemme know whenever you’re comfortable and we can start okay?”

“okay.. do I just stare at you or..” he fidgets with a ring on his finger.

“find something to focus on right behind me. and just try to sit naturally. I just want you to pose in a way that feels naturally.” you state and pick up a piece of charcoal and bring it up to the easel.

Posing came a little naturally to Joost. He had done plenty of photoshoots before but he felt 100% more nervous about this one. It was more personal, more intimate. He had never really watched you work before, fully in your element, and it was so fascinating to him. yet… boring. He wondered how rich people in the past could stand for so long to get their portrait done, it had been two minutes and he was dying of boredom. His only entertainment was stealing glances at you and the faint music in the background.

“Can I talk?” he asked, careful not to move he head as he glanced at you. he saw you nod in his peripheral vision.

“Yea that should be okay, Ill let you know if i need you to stop for a second.”

“So… do you have people model for you usually?”

“No not really. most times I paint from life outside or just have to look for references online. Ive drawn friends before, but never for a bug painting. This one needed to be more personal tho.”

“more personal? How-“

“Wait can you turn back?” He had moved his head towards you fully with that last question. throwing off the perfect angle you had for his hair. “Sorry I’ll answer in a second just tilt your head a little..” you gesture with your hands and he tries to go back into position, but its not the same. He is still looking at you, that perfect shade of blue haunting you, staring you down. you look at the first sketch you had and now it just feels boring. “Maybe lets try a different pose.” the pencil tapping starts again as you think.

“Sorry, did I mess it up?” he looks away from you and runs in hand through his hair, giving it a new look. It urks you how much can change in a person with just one moment. With one turn it feels like an entirely new image.

“You’re fine, I just want something more interesting. Maybe if your hands were… can I?” He nods and you walk over to analyse his pose at a closer distance. Wiping your hands on your pants to eliminate any charcoal and sweat, you carefully pose his arms to rest on the armrests. You step back, to view your work.

“You were saying, what is this for again?” he asks. You are too engrossed in your project at this point to feel embarrassed talking about it.

“A group show between me and some old college friends. Ive been struggling on something to pick for the theme and it finally came to me the other day.” You fidgit with his left arm, deciding if it should be resting under his chin or falling from the armrest into his lap. “I just want this to be perfect..”

“Whats the theme?” You look at his and feel your face grow a little hot with what the answer is.

“uhh,, flowers! thats what we’re missing!” you avoid the question by running to grab one the fresh boquetes you bought this morning.

“I think maybe if you just hold these then you can-“ you foots catches on a pencil that had fallen, sending you crashing down and into Joosts lap in the chair, where he catches your arms to help you regain balance.

“are you okay?” You are growing more frustrated by the second and you don’t want to look up at him.

“yea, fine. Just gimmie a second.” Your eyes stay down at his lap where the bouquet now laid in a shaken mess of petals and leaves. still usuable, but not your perfect vision like you wanted.

“Maybe you should take a break for a second?” he insists and stands up the switch places so now you sit in the chair, and he is hovering above you. “You are getting really worked up over this, are you okay?”

“yea yea, im fine.” you take a deep breath to try and regain yourself. Looking up, the blue is now inches from your face as he stares are you with worry. For some reason, in this moment, you just feel like bursting. “Its your eyes. I can’t focus with em.”

“what?”

“You’re always so distracting, you know that?”

“If im so distracting then why ask me to model?”

“Its just for the theme. Like i said it came to me the other day and i can’t let it go now.”

“ what can’t you let go?”

“I think I might be falling in love-“ you stop yourself as the words fall out, but the confession is already spoken. Your eyes fall to your lap as you can’t bare to look at him in the moment.

“Lieverd…” he bring a hand up to delicately grab your cheek and tilt your head up so you look at him again. With the two of you staring again you glance between his eyes and his mouth, and he seems to understand. ��can I?” he asks and you rise out of the seat to meet him halfway.

Lips meeting and moving together as you bring one hand to his hair and the other grabbing at his shirt collar to bring him closer. His free hand pulls your waist in as your lips move in sync, each of you waiting for the other to break the moment.

You pull away first and are immediately met with your foe, blue staring you down but now feel softer. You pull your hands away slightly and wince at the damage you had done.

“Shit! Your shirt!” His looks to see smudges of charcoal staining the collar from where you grabbed it. He laughs and just shrugs.

“I kinda like it.” he replies and leans back in to kiss you again. You kiss back and lean into it before breaking again.

“As fun as this is, ai do really want to finish the sketch.” Joost laughs and nods, giving you space to get up and he sits down once again.

“Can I take you on a date after this?” he asks.

“mmm maybe,” you tease,” Ive never dated one of my models before.” you pick up the charcoal one more time and put a new piece of paper on your easel.

“Im more than just a model, right? Im your muse.” he smirks and gets into a dramatic pose that he is surely going to complain about holding for more than a minute. “Now, Lieverd, Teken mij als een van jouw Franse meisjes.”

You two did not get much more work done that day.

[joelslastofus]

[SMMARY: TW: SA You’re Javier’s ex girlfriend who was assaulted two years ago by a man he was after. The two of you are intimate for the first time since your assault.]

Fluff, Angst, Javier being super gentle

“Look at me, baby. Look at me” he stood still making sure you focused on him, grabbing your face in his hands.

It had been two years since you had started working as a cashier at the grocery store. Two years since your life had changed in a way you never imagined….and since you had last spoken to Javier. Smiling at the customer before you, you packed her bag and wished her a good day before being caught off guard by the person behind her.

It was Javier Pena.

“Hi,” you could see the hesitance in his eyes as you stood still shocked by his presence.

“W-What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve called first.”

“Why are you here?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I wanted to see you-“

“For what?” You couldn’t explain all the feelings you felt at once, this was once a man you loved…after what happened you couldn’t bring yourself to be around him for some time, out of fear, out of hurt. Being the girlfriend of a DEA agent put you as a target during a high profile case and unfortunately this was how you were followed home and assaulted. The last you heard, the man was never caught. Javier felt guilt and rage that he wasn’t there to keep you safe, rage that this man wasn’t caught..until now. For some time now Javi wanted to see you but he understood why you stayed away. As hard as it was for him to accept especially knowing what happened to you, Javi kept his distance until finding out the man that assaulted you had finally been caught. He wanted you to know, you no longer had to be afraid.

“I just wanna talk.” You looked up into his brown eyes that were practically pleading with you. You sighed and handed him his bag.

“I finish my shift in a few minutes.” You spoke without looking up at him, he nodded and waited for you outside.

Holding on to the strap of your purse you walked quietly beside him before stopping in your tracks.

“What do you want Javi?” You finally blurt out as he looked down at you.

“I wanted to check on you.”

”Why, I’m doing just fine” you lied and he could tell.

“Oh just spit it out Javi, what is it?” You asked raising a brow. Taking a deep breath he looked away before looking back down at you and blurt out his words.

“They caught him.” Your expression instantly changing, your stomach feeling as if it dropped inside, your world stopped.

“What” You whispered as you took a step back.

“Don’t-dont lie to me Javi-“

“I would never lie to you” he whispered stepping closer to you, his face inches away from yours.

Looking away you brushed your hand through your hair, he noticed how nervous you became, fidgeting around with your hands and purse.

“How do you know for sure?”

“Murphy called me.. found him yesterday” You were in shock as you looked down at the ground thinking of all the paranoia you dealt with for years.

“Are-um-are you gonna need me to go in?” You asked hesitantly looking up at him.

“Of course not,” he assured you noticing the question was even hard for you to ask.

“You don’t have to see him.”

You covered your lips looking up at Javier, you were speechless, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I never thought I would hear those words..”

“I know.” He responded as you took a deep breath.

“I think I need a drink,” you laughed nervously. With the shock still settling in of seeing Javier and the news you heard, it was a lot to take in.

Javier walked you to your apartment and you invited him in. Walking in he turned back to you and watched as you shut the door and locked all four heavy duty locks before turning back to him.

“It’s the only way I sleep at night..” you whispered a bit embarrassed. He didn’t say a word but you could see how he felt through his eyes, his eyes were always very expressive. He hated that you lived afraid like this, especially alone. He looked around your apartment and noticed you had locks on the windows with a bottle of pepper spray sitting at your coffee table. His jaw clenching as he took in how you lived your day to day life.

As Javier made himself comfortable you opened up a bottle in the kitchen. Your heart was racing, for more reasons than one. From the small window in the kitchen you watched as he sat down and waited for you, in that very moment you realized you still loved him…feelings you had buried long ago were still very much there.

Javi noticed you were taking a bit longer than expected and went to check on you. He found you silently staring at the drinks on the counter as he stepped into kitchen.

”You ok?” His voice making you jump, your hand on your chest, you sighed.

“Sorry, yes…let’s make a toast..” you gave him his glass and although you had a smile on your lips, he could tell your eyes didn’t match…they were empty.

“To….finally catching that asshole and him getting what he deserves,” your lip quivered as you spoke before taking a big sip.

“To him getting what he deserves and more,” Javi whispered before taking a sip himself. His eyes never left yours as you both placed the glass down beside you and stood silent. Not knowing what to say in that moment you stood awkwardly as he stared down at you. Truthfully in that moment Javi wanted to kiss you, he wanted to hold you..it had been so long..but he stood still. He knew there was much left unsaid between you two, he knew the trauma you had been through.

“I’ve missed you” he whispered unexpectedly.

“Javi-“ you sighed.

“I’m not the woman you fell in love with-“ you took another sip attempting to distract yourself.

“Look I know you blame me for what happened,” he stepped closer to you.

“I don’t wanna speak about this.” You shook your head anxiously.

“I know I was suppose to come home early that night and instead I stayed at work, trust me, I think about that every day-“ tears began to fall from your eyes.

“Javi stop..” you whispered trying to walk past him but he blocked your way. He needed you to hear this, he needed you to know he would give everything to have changed what happened that night.

“I should’ve been home with you and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

“This was a mistake, you should go” your voice cracked as you tried to push past him.

“I promise you I’ll some how make it up to you, baby-“

“Javi stop!” you slammed the glass down harder than you meant to and broke it cutting your hand. You gasped quickly as Javi immediately grabbed your wrist.

“Shit. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” You insisted as blood dripped to the floor. Of course ignoring you, he right away grabbed a hand towel and wrapped it around your hand.

“Come, let me clean this up for you.”

“Javi-“

“And I’ll leave.” He assured you looking into your eyes. You gave in and quietly followed him to the living room. Gently he held your hand cleaning out the wound as you watched.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked without looking up.

“No” you spoke softly as he focused. For a moment you couldn’t help but smile, you always loved watching him get carried away with projects, narrowing his eyes directly on whatever he was reading. You watched as he carefully took out a piece of glass and gently wrapped your hand up. Once he was done he looked up at you in a way that made you feel something you couldn’t explain.

“I’ll leave now” for some reason his words bought a knot to your throat. You felt confused, he made you feel a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time and you didn’t want it to end.

“Maybe you can stay for a little bit longer..” you whispered hoping he would agree. Your hand still in his he silently nodded making you smile.

“I’m sorry about-“

“You don’t have to be sorry about a damn thing” he quickly cut you off. The both of you stood up at the same time, standing much closer to one another than you expected. You found yourself looking at his lips, a part of you wanting to kiss him while also feeling hesitant. Why were all these feelings coming down at you at once? He locked eyes with you, he could see clearly what you were feeling in that moment yet he knew you wouldn’t be the one to do it. His face slowly came closer to you until he gently touched your lips with his. He felt your body slightly jump against him, your hands against his chest as if you didn’t know where to put them. He slowly placed his hands on your hips making you pull away.

“I’m sorry- I’m just- I can’t..” you whispered quickly turning away and heading toward the kitchen.

Grabbing the bottle of alcohol you began to chug from it just as Javier entered behind you.

“Woah-“ he quickly grabbed the bottle from you placing it aside.

“Stop, I need to feel like myself again” you tried to grab the bottle back as he pulled it behind him.

“You don’t need this” he could see the lost look in your eyes, the pain, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

“You don’t know what I need..” you whispered as you looked away. How frustrating it was to want to touch the man you loved while being so afraid to do so, feeling as if you needed to be drunk in order to enjoy anything anymore. Javier caressed your face making you turn back to him, wiping your tears away with his thumb. Your expression softening up to his touch, he looked as if he wanted to say something but stood silent. Instead he slowly slid one arm around your waist pulling your body against his, you stood still as he leaned his forehead against yours. Giving you a chance to stop him, he leaned in close, you could feel his breath on your lips. Javier kissed you gently yet you could feel how eager he was. Taking your arms he wrapped them around his neck, his hands slowly going back down your waist, he felt your body tremble against him. He pulled his lips away giving you a moment waiting to see whatever it was that you wanted to do.

“Kiss me” you whispered surprising him, without hesitation he pulled you tightly against him and did as you asked. Your heart was racing, his lips moving slowly to your neck, he heard you slightly gasp as he moved closer to your breast.

“You ok?” He whispered looking up at you.

“Yes” you quickly nodded, aroused yet nervous you pressed your lips together and allowed him to continue.

Before you knew it you and Javi were on your bed, your dress riding up above your thighs as he placed himself between your legs.

“Javi-“ you whispered making him instantly stop and look down at you. He was out of breath, excitement getting the best of him but you didn’t want him to stop.

“I’m sorry..” he whispered.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, whatever you want me to do.” You could see the certainty in his eyes, he meant every word he said, you knew you could trust him.

“Javi..it’s just I haven’t been with anyone since” you looked away feeling ashamed.

“That’s ok” he spoke gently not taking his eyes off you.

“We don’t have to do anything-“

“But…I want to..” you slowly looked back at him, assuring him this was what you wanted as nervous as you were. If any man would touch you again, you wanted it to be the man you loved. Without saying a word he continued to kiss you, his hands slowly gliding down your waist before sliding back up and cupping your breasts. Soon he reached between the two of you and could hear him unbuckle his pants, the sound making you open your eyes. He led a trail of soft kisses along your jaw line just as you felt his bare erect cock press up against you. You felt his lips softly against your neck as you stood still, the soft sound of each peck as he began to carefully pull your underwear down. He felt your breathing tremble beneath him but you lifted your body up to help easily slide them off. Leaning his forehead on yours he breathed deeply feeling his cock against your entrance. He wanted to feel you in that moment.

“You ok?” He asked in a rough voice caressing your face, you quickly nodded pulling him down to kiss you just as he gently thrusted forward. You whimpered against his lips as he held himself still. It took everything in him not to thrust in full force, instead he moved in a slow rhythm as he felt your arms tighten around him. Burying his face in the crook of your neck he continued to thrust forward, each thrust he’d push in a little harder making you gasp. Your hand running through his thick waves holding him close as he groaned in your ear. It felt good, yet something in you began to panic. Not being able to see his face, not hearing his voice, a horrible flashback of your assault took over.

“Javi” you gasped as he pushed forward.

“Javi talk to me-“ he heard the panic in your voice and lifted his head up looking down at you.

“Look at me, baby. Look at me” he stood still making sure you focused on him, grabbing your face in his hands.

“It’s me” he whispered immediately seeing a relief in your eyes.

“It’s just me..” he pushed his hips forward slowly. Looking into each others eyes he didn’t stop until he saw pleasure in them. A moan escaping your lips as he began to move faster, he could feel you more aroused with each stroke. The pleasure growing inside you in a way you hadn’t felt in years, in a way you never thought you would feel again. Your moans growing louder as he felt you tighten around him, he cursed at himself not knowing how much more he could contain himself.

“There you go baby-“ he panted out of breath watching you roll your eyes back.

“Javi!” You screamed digging your nails into his back. “Let yourself feel it, baby” he whispered in a raspy voice, cutting himself off with a slight moan. Arching your back beneath him you cried out as you felt pleasure hit every nerve in your body. You couldn’t speak, you could only feel and that’s exactly what Javi wanted. He watched as you took in every ounce of pleasure from that moment and let yourself go. Closing your eyes you struggled to catch your breath as you felt one last deep stroke before Javi groaned against your ear. Neither of you moved, holding him close he could still hear your shaken breaths against him.

“Are you alright?” He whispered.

“Yes” he leaned up on his fists and kissed your forehead before getting up from the bed.

“You’re not leaving are you?” You asked quickly sitting up as you watched him get dressed.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby” he lit a cigarette and took a hit from it as he stared at you.

“Why don’t you come stay with me?” His question making you nervous as his beeper from work went off on the night table beside you. He quickly shut it off noticing it trigger some kind of discomfort in you.

“Javi, you work a lot, you’re a busy man and I don’t want to stay alone like that-“

“I’ll add extra locks if that’s what you want, I’ll take nights off. It won’t be like before” he insisted knowing you were afraid.

“Let’s just see for a bit Javi, everything’s moving so quickly.” You explained making him sigh, he knew you were right.

“I just don’t wanna lose you again. I promise you I’ll never let anything happen to you again.” Javis life had never felt complete after you left, he couldn’t imagine what life had felt like for you. The fear he saw in your eyes was something that didn’t sit right with him, he never wanted you to feel that way again..

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A tab from an energy drink (Nina x Reader) (Ending 2)

Ending two for the seven minutes series, at least for the creepypasta version! having a lot of fun doing this, likely going to do them for some of the other fandoms I write for ehehehe!! dont forget to vote at the poll after the fic if this isnt the ending you want/want to see another ending! you can find the opener as well as the first ending in the 5th volume of the crp masterlist! obligatory this was written during the last few hours of the second poll since nina was in the lead so depending on what time you catch it the other poll may be still going... admin got too excited to wait for longer hisssssss notes: reader is gn, nina is a sweetie albeit a little hyped up and energetic cws: none word count: 1.8k

You reach into Splendorman’s hat and pull out…

A tab from a can- the ones you’d find on energy drinks and soda cans… You turn the neon piece of aluminum in your hand before presenting it to the room in front of you. 

Jeff makes a move towards you, but someone else cuts through the air with a squeal- and hands are pulling you out of the seat and towards the hallway. You catch a glimpse of Jeff as you’re dragged away- he stands almost shocked but not all that surprised.

“I promise I’ll keep them in one piece!” Nina called out as she backed into the closet with you. 

“You’ve got seven minutes,” Jeff shouted back, his voice cut off and muffled by the door as Nina shut it. You’re put against the wall, and squint against the darkness… it’s nearly pitch black in the space save for the crack under the door and the glow sticks Nina had fashioned into earrings… the swaying of them almost made your eyes hurt…

Nina giggled to herself as she crouched in front of you, only a few inches away from putting herself between your knees. She tried to compose herself. 

“Sorry sorry- can I be real for a second?” 

She didn’t wait for you to give her an answer.

“This is my first time actually- getting a chance to play this game… I’ve played before! I just never got picked before…” Her grin flashed to you, false fangs catching your gaze. Your mouth shifts slightly as the image of her pressing them into your skin flashed through your mind… and Nina takes that as you being overwhelmed. 

She leans back on her haunches before simply letting herself fall backwards, legs sprawled before crossing themselves together. Her head tilts to the side as her bright pink eyes piece into yours- contacts, probably-

“I wasn’t being toooooo much was I?” She asked.

You finally find your voice, and shake your head. “No- No, I mean…” You busy your hands with the bottom of your shirt and look anywhere but her. “Getting dragged was a little much but I’m pretty sure Jeff was already going to do that anyways,” You offer a soft smile. 

“Actually, I’ve… never played this game before- like you, actually.” You continued. Nina was leaning in once more. 

“Never?”

“Nope,” You release your shirt and dart your eyes towards her. “I was kind of hoping you’d have more experience than me… I guess we’re both inexperienced, huh?” You chuckled softly. 

Nina blinks, and the silence between you quickly becomes thick with a certain awkwardness. “I mean… assuming you haven’t kissed anyone before,” You add trying to keep the talking going. 

“Have you?” 

Now you’re the one blinking, and you find yourself suddenly struggling to find the words. 

“I’m just messin with you,” Nina giggled, the glow sticks hanging from her eyes shaking with each movement of her body. “But…” She leans in, grinning at you.

“If you haven’t, I can show you the ropes… only if you want to, of course,”

You stare for a few seconds, and weigh your options. 

You could do what was intended of the game, and share a kiss with her… or you could sit here and simply talk with her for the remainder of the seven minutes. You’d probably already wasted at least two minutes just sitting together doing nothing. 

With a curling mouth that refuses to remain straight, you give her a small nod. The tilt of her head tilts sharply. “I wanna hear words- if you really don’t wanna do it that’s totally fine-”

“You can go on ahead-!” You put your hands on her shoulders and she jolts under your palms at the sudden touch… then she relaxes. 

“In that case…” She leaned in… with her closer than ever before you caught a whiff of the smell of nail polish and hairspray- it shouldn’t shock you. She seemed to change the color of her nails constantly, and you couldn’t fathom how much hair product she used to style and keep her hair in place. 

There was a hint of sour candy, too. Like she had just opened a fresh bag of it right in front of you. 

She chuckles softly as your nose scrunched, but she makes no comment as her lips brush up against yours. You steel yourself, trying your best to not push back… Nina senses your body tensing up and pulls back… you… weren’t exactly sure what came over you but you tugged her right back to you and relaxed yourself. As your eyes closed, hers widened but she didn’t pull herself out of your grasp- lord knew she could with all the work she puts in slashing down those who stand at the business end of her knives.

Strawberry lipgloss is smeared across your lips as your teeth clink against the fake ones in her mouth- you hadn’t even realized that she had opened her mouth. Your hands trail up to her cheeks… your knuckles brushed against stiff hair spray covered hair before coming to a rest. The pad of your thumb rested against the cuts in her cheeks and the burn scars littered across her face. She leans into the palm of your hand. 

After what feels like an eternity you finally pull away with a huff. It doesn’t take long at all for Nina to pull herself together, huffed chuckles being dished out between each pant for air. “I thought we agreed that I was going to be the one showing you how things work?” She teased. Heat shoots up along the back of your neck and your ears are set ablaze as you stammer out a quick apology. “I didn’t realize I got so into it… sorry about that,”

Nina puts a finger to your lips- the sharp point of her nails rested right against the bottom of your nose as she giggled. She wiped some of the gloss off of your mouth and repositions her hand to grasp your cheeks… she squishes them so can’t talk without being totally muffled. “I thought you were amazing actually… passionate… a lot more ballsy than I took you for,”

She gave your face one last squeeze before she released you. 

“But you’ve still got a ways to go if something like this has you getting all soft on me… for someone… here… you’re not as hardcore as the rest of us… why is that?” She asked.

Was she asking a serious question? 

You shifted around in your seat and pushed yourself further against the wall. When you didn’t give her an answer immediately, she just chuckled and waved the question off. “Kissing and killing are different though I guess,” she snorted, “I bet there’s at least one other person in the other room who would absolutely short circuit at the thought of having to kiss someone!” 

She laughed at the thought.

“Maybe Masky… he seems to be the closed off and reserved type… probably won’t take the reins when it’s his turn in here…” Nina readjusts herself and trails one of her nails on the floor.

“Splendorman might also be… one of those types… maybe… not that I mean he’s a…”

“A weenie?” Nina smirked.

“Yeah… a weenie, I guess… he seems too polite. Actually I’m surprised he’s entering the game… he did put something in the hat, right?” 

Nina taps a finger on her chin and thinks for a second. “I think I saw him slip something shiny in but I could be wrong.” 

The space between the two of you goes quiet once more. You look past Nina at the door… there had to have been only a few minutes left of the game, right? You weren’t really keeping track… would Jeff give you two a warning, or would he just swing the doors wide open? 

“I’m glad you came out of your room for the party tonight,” 

“You dragged me out of my room,” You reminded her.

She gave a soft “Oh!” and fell silent for a few seconds before piping right back up. “I guess I mean… I’m glad that you actually decided to participate in something! Instead of clinging to the wall away from everyone else… you know? I was actually a little surprised when I saw you put something in the hat- didn’t take you for the seven minutes kind of person… you give off spin the bottle vibes!” 

You scoff and hold your hand up in front of yourself. “What? Kiss someone else in front of others? Hard pass… euck…” You stick your tongue out but you find it difficult between the grin forming on your face.

“Scared that people are going to see how much skill you lack?” 

You turn your face and stick your tongue out at her. Nina flicks your forehead. Not hard, but enough to catch you off guard for a moment.

“Hey!” You hiss in response to Nina’s huff. 

“I hardly touched you!” 

Someone knocks on the door and the voice reveals them as Jeff. “One minute you two!” 

You and Nina looked at one another.

“You wanna make some snacks after this? I don’t think I’m going to keep playing the game… maybe we can convince everyone to play something else when they get bored with this one!” Nina offered as she rose to her feet. She did not bother with straightening out her clothing. She hardly waits for you to take her offered hand as she tugs you to your own feet. 

“Depends… What kind of snacks? If you’re going to try to mix sour strips with energy drinks you can count me out.” 

“I was thinking of making those popcorn marshmallow ball things but the sour strip and monster thing sounds great actually..” 

You swat her arm. “Do not… I’ve seen everyone say not to try it…”

“I’m gonna do it.” 

The door opens and the two of you turn to face Jeff. He… actually seems almost taken aback that the two of you seem to be relatively put together, and more importantly- you’re still in one piece as Nina had promised. 

“So she didn’t kill you… cool,” Jeff said after a pause, before reaching in and basically pulling you both out of the closet. “If you’re going to chop them up, feel free to do it now, I just needed them intact for the game,” Jeff tries to squint his eyes in a useless attempt to wink at Nina. She salutes him, before looping her fingers around yours. 

“Come on, you gotta tell me that you told me so when I try the evil sour spaghetti!” Nina chirps as she begins to drag you down the hall and towards the kitchen.

“The fucking… what..” Jeff hissed, but he didn’t get an answer as Nina dragged you away to witness the horrors that were yet to unravel… 

The… two of you did not return to the game before it ended…

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i headcannon that benny and reader blast rihanna while closing the gym. it becomes a tradition that they blast music and dance around while closing. it gets to the point that the boys start wondering why benny keeps being late to their hangouts after his work. at some point they catch benny blowing his back out and reader recording and laughing at benny

Benny, Better Have My Money

Chapter Five | Drabble for the Through the Scope series | Chapter Six

*best read in between chapter 5 & 6*

Rating: IDK ?? everyone ??

Word Count: 1029

TW: tooth rotting friend fluff w/ Benny & some ass throwing ?!?!

Notes: anon, i wish i could kiss that beautiful brain of yours for thinking of this absolutely fucking hilarious scene thats now 100% canon in the through the scope series to me HAHAHA !! i hope i did some justice to your brilliant idea & thank u so so much for submitting it ((: this one is for u ! happy reading <3

*i wrote this w/o looking over it because the idea was just to good so if you see any grammatical errors.. no you dont*

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Closing up after a long shift was never fun. Well, it was never fun until you started working for Benny. After the last guests were ushered out and the doors were locked, you were put in charge of the gyms music. It was only fair since Benny had free reign during operating hours after all. Plus, your taste in music wasn’t exactly family friendly. 

“Alright, what are we feeling this evening? Lady Gaga? Megan Thee Stallion? Doja Cat? Maybe some Rico Nasty? What artist really says ‘I want to clean this whole gym and look hot while doing it’ to you?” 

“The evening song choices are all yours. I’m way too tired to even think about makin’ another decision right now.”

“Well,” You say as you start scrolling through artists on his phone to find one that will bring the energy that both of you need to get this done. “If you’re so tired, why are you going out with the guys after this?” 

“You know that doesn’t count.” He’s currently working his way through cloroxing all the workout benches and weights. “The only decision I have to make when I’m there is if I want another drink or not and that's easy. Of course I want another fuckin’ drink!” 

“Touché,” You laugh as you find the perfect playlist for the evening. “Let’s get this cleaning party started!” 

Rhianna’s Bitch Better Have My Money starts blasting at full volume from the gym's speakers as you make your way over to the basket full of used towels. 

Bitch, better have my money

Y’all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please don’t call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

“Oh fuck yeah! I love Rhianna!” He yells as he turns to you. 

You pull out a towel, point to him from across the gym, and start swinging it over your head as you lip sync to the song playing. 

Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me of the top

Shit, your wife in the back seat of my brand new foreign car

Don’t act like you forgot

I call the shot, shot, shots.

Benny makes finger guns and pretends to fire them at you on each beat. “Sing it, girl!”

The two of you run dramatically to each other in the middle of the gym and start dancing like crazed animals. Each of your tasks having been long forgotten as soon as the music started. You both know by now that neither one of you will be leaving anytime soon.

***

“Where the fuck is your brother, Will?” Pope huffs.

Frankie, Pope, and Will have all been waiting at their table for Benny to show up for 45 minutes now. They turned the waitress away three times before they caved and ordered a round for themselves. Hoping that a light buzz would satiate them.

“I’ve been texting him, but he’s not answerin’!” Will explains. “His location says that he’s still at the gym.” He turns his phone screen over to show the others.

“This is the third time this week that he’s been late. He’s never taken this long to close up before.” Frankie adds. 

Pope tips his almost empty beer bottle in his direction and nods. “Fuck this. Finish y’alls drinks and let's go pay him a visit.”

They all do as Pope orders and make their way out of the bar. As they cross the street and enter the gym’s parking lot they see both yours and Benny’s cars in the same spots that they were in this morning. All of the lights in the building are still on as well. 

“Do y’all hear that?” Frankie asks the men walking next to him. “It sounds like -”

“Rhianna?” Pope says curiously. 

All three of them walk up to the gym doors and the sight that greets them will be burned into each and every one of their minds for all eternity. 

***

You’re currently holding onto one of the corner poles from the boxing ring with both hands and trying to explain to Benny how to shake his ass.

“Move your hips to the right, then the left, then shimmy down, and use your knees to help you bring your ass up and down!” You’re winded from both teaching your lesson and singing with Benny for almost an hour straight. It also doesn’t help that you’re trying to yell instructions over Rhianna’s S&M song.

“I think I got it now! Let me try!” 

He helps you down so he can climb up and get into position. You pick up your towel and phone off a nearby workout bench. There is no way that you aren’t going to document this moment.

‘Cause I may be bad, but I’m perfectly good at it

Sex in the air, I don’t care, I love the smell of it

Stick and stone may break my bones

“But chains and whips excite me!” You and Benny sing together.

You are struggling to hold your phone still as you record because you can’t stop laughing. Benny is throwing everything, and you mean everything, into his one man performance on the edge of the boxing ring. He definitely paid attention to what you showed him. Even put his own little twist on it by bringing his right hand back to slap his ass. You can’t help but get swept away in it all and you start hitting him in the ass with your towel as well.

“Let’s go, Benny! Shake that shit for me!” Your lungs threaten to burst from over exhaustion. 

S-S-S&M-M-M

S-S-S&M-M-M

Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me

Oh, you turn me on

***

“Should we tell them we are here?” Will ask hesitantly, still not entirely sure what he’s watching.

“I’m not even sure what we would say if we told them.” Frankie quips as he wishes you would get back up and dance again. “Pope?”

He looks to his left and sees him pulling up your contact information. “Let’s tell them that their audience wants an encore.” Pope presses ‘call’ and puts the phone to his ear with a devious grin.

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I Never Really

Part Eighteen

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Angst, alcohol use, smut

Sexual content: Fingering n' fuckin. (it's a quick one)

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“Are you busy tonight?” Josh’s voice was cheery on the other end of the phone you held to your ear. “You should come out with me and Danny!”

You had no desire to leave your dorm whatsoever. You hadn’t felt the need to leave, except for classes, for the past two weeks straight. Most of your free time was consumed with sleeping, to avoid the aches in your heart. “I really shouldn't. I’ve got some homework I should catch up on,” you lied.

“That’s what you said last time,” Josh said, sounding a little whiny. “Just come out. You won’t regret it.”

“I can’t. Have a good night, Josh.”

“Wait! Listen, you’ve been cooped up in there for weeks, haven’t you? That’s so terrible for the mind. Just a few drinks, nothing ridiculous, it’ll make you feel better, I promise.”

He’d called you a week ago asking the same thing, but he hadn’t alluded to knowing anything about the situation. You figured he must know, but he was giving you the space to only ask for support if you wanted it. And you didn’t feel like you deserved anything of the sort. “I feel fine.”

“You sound like you’ve spent the whole day fuckin’ crying. Just come out with us. Just for an hour, that’s all I’ll ask.”

He clearly wasn’t going to take no for an answer, stubborn as he was. You wouldn’t be surprised if you said no, he would come knocking at your door within minutes. “Fine. One hour. Then I’m going home.” You figured that was as long as you could hold it together for, anyway.

“Be there soon.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he hung up.

You pulled on something halfway decent-looking, trying your best in the mirror to cover up the dark circles under your eyes. You still looked a mess, but in the dark lighting of a bar, nobody would be able to tell you’d spent the last two weeks crying your eyes out nightly.

You met the two outside, Danny pulling the car around with Josh riding shotgun. You slid into the back, your mind in a daze, still unable to pull yourself out of the fog you’d been in.

“Hey, how ya doing?” Danny asked, turning around to give you a smile before he drove off.

“I’m alright.”

“You sure don’t look it. No offense,” Josh said, turning to face you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. “None taken. Life’s been a bit hard lately.”

“I hear that,” Danny replied. “Sounds like you need a drink. Or five.”

“Not too much, now,” Josh said.

“I’m guessing...you guys know…” just attempting to say the words wracked your body with indescribable pain. The two of them stiffened, shifting uncomfortably in their seats. You wished you’d never brought it up at all.

“I mean, we don’t really want to…” Danny started.

Josh picked up where he left off. “If you want to talk about it, we’re here to listen. And help. If you want it, of course.”

“I don’t want to trouble you with all of that.” You waved a hand and offered a weak smile.

“It’s no trouble at all.” Danny flashed a grin at you through the rear view mirror.

“We can talk about it later,” you replied.

Later came quickly, several drinks in, as you and Josh slurred your words and spoke far too loudly over Danny, the only sober man in the room. One hour turned into many, and your heart finally opened, and you began to pour out all of the words you’d let linger inside of you. Voices drowned out most of your ramblings, as did the droning country-pop blaring from the radio.

“They’re both just fucking assholes,” you said with a flourish of your drink, nearly knocking a bystander in the head with it. “Both of them.”

“I don’t think you mean that.” Danny had been attempting to be the voice of reason, though it was difficult while caught between you and Josh.

“This whole situation is fucked up. I don’t get it, why didn’t you just tell Sam?” Josh asked.

“Because I knew he was fucking around with that other girl!”

“So what?” Josh gave an exaggerated shrug. “Fuck her. You deserve him more.”

“I think she was trying not to be a homewrecker, Josh,” Danny said.

“Exactly.” You set your drink down a bit too hard, sending droplets splattering onto your arm. “I really like him, I– I love him, so I didn’t want to hurt him.”

“You didn’t want to hurt him,” Danny began. “So you slept with his brother. Right.”

“Listen, I just thought…” You stopped in your tracks, the weight of your actions washing over you like waves of mercury once again. He had a point you couldn't refute.

“Those two, they’re always, like…” Josh snapped his fingers a few times, his eyes to the ceiling, searching for words. “They’ve got the same taste in women, I think. Causes problems sometimes.”

“Has anything like this happened before?” You asked.

“Not quite this severe.” Danny rested the toes of his shoes against the bar, leaning his chair back a bit. “You’ve got both of them all shook up like I haven’t seen before.”

“They don’t usually fight like that,” Josh added.

“Jake, he had a–” you gestured to your cheek, motioning in the shape of the bruise you’d seen. “Sam didn’t do that, did he?” You weren’t sure whether you actually wanted to know the answer.

The two exchanged glances, and Josh nodded, slowly.

You groaned, running a hand across your face. “Don’t tell me Jake busted Sam’s pretty face, too.”

Josh squinted at you, holding up two fingers in a pinching motion. “A little.”

“Jesus, I’m gonna kill both of them. Fighting over me like fucking cavemen.”

“It’s par for the sibling course, darling. Don’t worry about it too much,” Josh said. “We’ve all taken and given our fair share of ass-kickings.”

“Still doesn't make it right,” you sighed. “I wonder if Sam ever even liked me the way he said he did. Maybe he was just messing around so he could fuck.”

Josh blinked at you. “What on god’s green earth would make you think that?”

“Well, he just…he was able to move on so fast–”

“First of all,” Josh began, “All he’s talked to me about was you for the past fucking month. Also, he didn’t move on.”

“He didn't?”

“Of course not,” Danny chimed in before Josh could speak. “I don’t even think he’s seen anybody else since you. Not that we’ve heard, at least.”

“But I haven't seen him…not even once. Clearly he doesn’t care that much if–”

Josh cut you off with a loud, exaggerated groan. “Why are you arguing?”

“Josh,” Danny urged. “Be gentle.”

“Gentle? I don't need to be gentle. You–” he grabbed your shoulders, his light touch contrasting the edge to his words. “Need to realize that he loves you.”

“We never said that,” you said, struck suddenly by how Josh and Sam shared the same eyes. So kind, and inviting. “We never said I love you.”

“Then maybe you should. Because he's said it about you. Maybe not to your face, but he's made it plenty clear.”

“You just need to talk to him, honestly,” Danny said, gently lifting Josh’s hands from your shoulders. “Have you tried reaching out?”

“I haven’t,” you said, a bit guilty. “I thought that if he wanted anything to do with me, he’d have texted me first.”

“Then that’s exactly what you need to do. Call him, text him, hell – go knock on his door. Talk to him in person.” Danny watched you as your lip began to quiver, thinking about the anxiety of having to address your wrongs straight in the face. “It’s not gonna be easy. But you can’t just let this…fester. You two were made for each other.”

“Jesus, you really think so?”

“Everyone thinks so,” Josh said with a wide smile.

"Even Jake?" Just the act of letting his name grace your lips brought forth an entirely new wave of anxiety.

The two men paused, glancing at their drinks, though the silence was not awkward. "I think Jake..." Josh started, finding the right words. "I think he just wants you to be happy. He didn't really understand what was going on between you and Sam."

"Clearly," you mumbled.

"Jake is a bit territorial," Danny added, spreading his arms wide. "When Jake thinks a girl is his, he takes it seriously. More seriously than he probably should."

"Especially when he's not trying to date anyone." Josh's words betrayed a deeper annoyance, like this exact situation had played out far more than once. "It's partially on Sam for not mentioning how serious the two of you were sooner. But Jake won't sabotage you now that he knows," he shrugged. "But you still need to talk to Sam."

“Fine, then.” You took another deep swig from your drink. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll tell him everything. Tomorrow.”

“Atta girl!” Josh exclaimed, giving you a pat on the back.

“I need a fucking cigarette,” you mumbled.

Outside, the sound from the crowd drained away, only the loudest of shouts and heaviest of glasses clinking audible behind the glass doors to the patio. You were too drunk at this point to keep a steady conversation going, but it was pleasurable nonetheless. Josh and Danny were an incredibly funny duo, and just a few minutes of casual talking had your sides in stitches from laughing.

You felt, dare you say, better. You did seem to have a terrible knack for avoiding talks you didn’t want to have. But Danny and Josh had assuaged those worries that kept you from saying what needed to be said. It was likely mostly the alcohol speaking, but you were feeling confident in your ability to finally speak to Sam. It needed to be done, no matter what. If nothing else, he deserved closure from you. An admission of the truth, straight from your lips.

The three of you couldn’t last long in the cold, huddling together to shield yourselves from the wind that whipped past the nearby buildings. Josh and Danny cracked first, and with a “fuck this,” they headed back into the bar, with you in tow. The two of them had just barely passed through the hallway back into the main section of the bar when they stopped dead in their tracks, so quickly you ran into Danny’s back, bumping your glass on him and sending an ice cube tumbling over the leather.

“Shit, sorry,” you mumbled, peering around both of them to see what had stopped them so suddenly.

It all seemed to happen so fast. Both of them turned around at the same time, stepping towards you, blabbing nonsense about how you should go back outside. But not before you caught a glimpse of the bar, straight ahead. Many unfamiliar faces, among them two you knew. One of which you knew well.

Sam sat at the bar, a drink in his hand, his arm around a girl, who was resting herself against him. A girl you recognized from your worst nightmares, some of which were waking. He was talking to her, a smile on his lips. In an instant, his eyes caught yours through the gap between Josh and Danny’s shoulders. His smile faded, turned into something you’d never seen. Like his lips would never know the sweet feeling of a smile again. And he turned away.

Josh and Danny had to nearly drag you back to Danny’s car, as your legs threatened to give out with every step with the force of your sobs. People stared, whispered at each other under their breath, but you didn’t care. You wished you’d gone blind. Your stomach churned on the ride home as you prayed to any god to turn back time just a few months.

Everything was a blur. You barely processed anything as Josh rubbed your back through your heaving cries, or kind words were offered from Danny when you screamed that Sam never cared about you at all. You wished you were being dramatic, you wished this was all not as serious as you were taking it. You wished you’d never thought of your future with him, that you’d never given yourself the space to hope and dream. The walls he’d broken down would be replaced swiftly, and sturdier than ever, you thought.

Danny, ever the caregiver, sat with you as Josh stumbled his way to bed. He gave you all the blankets you needed to quell the shaking your body refused to quit, as many tissues as you needed to dry your eyes. He listened as you rambled, drunkenly, about the same topics over and over. Rehashing the events of the past months, trying to make sense of it all, trying to find a solution, though there was none.

You'd taken Danny for some kind of frat-boy-type, player, seducer. But sitting in the living room with him, letting him hold your hand for support while he told you everything would be alright, you realized you’d painted him as far too one-dimensional. He was kind, and only wanted the best for you, even though he didn’t know you all that well.

You insisted you didn’t want to be a bother, and that you’d walk yourself home. He physically held you back as you tried to get up from the couch. “Absolutely the fuck not,” he said.

You’d pushed, saying you needed to be alone, you didn’t want to keep anyone up with your crying. “I should just go,” you insisted. “I can't–”

“Shush.” He placed a hand on top of your head, ruffling your hair a bit. “I didn’t bring down all those blankets and pillows for fun. Use them. Go to sleep.”

Sleep seemed like an impossible, far-away pipe dream right now, even through your exhaustion. Still, you were thankful he'd given you a warm place to rest your head, where you wouldn’t be entirely alone. “Thanks Danny,” you said, almost able to force a smile onto your face. “I’m sure I’m being a lot right now. I–”

“Don’t even think about apologizing. You needed a friend, that’s alright. Now go to bed.”

You did as he said, resting your head on the pillows. “Is…is he coming back tonight?” You glanced at the front door.

Danny followed your gaze to the door, looking at you plaintively. “Probably not. And Jake’s gone for at least the weekend. Don’t worry about that right now, though. You’ve been through enough tonight.”

You nodded in agreement, letting your swollen eyes slip shut as Danny turned off the lights. “Sleep well. We can talk in the morning.”

In the darkness, alone, your mind wanted you to think it all over again. You were exhausted, drained beyond belief, unable to even comprehend the events laid out in front of you. It took great effort, but you were finally able to relax just enough to drift into something resembling sleep.

That is, until you heard keys rattling in the front door. You shot up, staring at the door, your heart pounding immediately. Someone was out there. Someone was about to walk in. You prayed it was Jake, prayed he would simply walk right past you with nothing more than a half-smile and a nod. The door opened quietly, and you watched closely at the way the person swung it quickly past the points where it would creak.

Sam stood in the doorway, motionless, the door still open behind him, cold air pooling over you. He said your name, questioning, just barely loud enough for you to hear. You said nothing – what was there to say? You wished he would just ignore you, walk past you, go up to his room and slam the door. Instead, you watched, captivated, as he took his coat and shoes off, locked the door behind him, and sat down on the other end of the couch, cross-legged, facing you.

“Hey,” he said. A forced casualness tainted the word.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” You meant that. There was no saving what you’d had.

“I know.” He let out a shaky sigh. “I don’t…know what to say.”

You could just barely see him, his features only dimly lit from a light in the kitchen. You pointed to his temple, where the remnants of a bruise darkened his skin. “Jake did that to you. Didn’t he?”

Sam nodded. “Does it look cool?” There was not an ounce of humor in the words.

“Why did you fight over me?”

“Because I thought I deserved you more.”

“You deserve far better than me.”

He tsked his tongue, shaking his head. “I don’t want anything but you.”

“But you were with that girl tonight.”

“Because you’re not mine anymore. Or, I guess, you never were.”

“Fair enough.”

“We never fucking talk,” he hissed. You were sure he would have shouted, if he could. “This is our problem. What we're doing right now. We never just fucking talk to each other. I’ve said it before, and neither of us change it.”

“I thought we were doing alright.”

“But you didn’t tell me you had been fucking my brother on the side.”

“It was twice. And I wanted to tell you, I was planning on it, I just–”

“Why? After everything I told you, why him?” You could see tears in his eyes, glistening against the glow from the streetlights peeking through the curtains.

You took a long pause. You wished there was a better answer, something more concrete or absolute, but the truth was all you wanted to say. “I don’t know. You weren’t there, and he was. It was fucking stupid of me. It wasn’t to hurt you, though. Not consciously. I saw you with her, and I figured there was no way you could want me more than someone who looks like that.”

“Right,” he scoffed. “Sure.”

“I’m trying to talk to you.” Another batch of tears was lining up behind your eyes, though you couldn’t fathom having any more left to cry. “I just want you to know the truth.”

“How am I supposed to trust you? Now, or ever?”

You could only shake your head. “I don’t know.”

“It’s been so hard,” he said, his hand coming to idly rest on yours, splayed out on the couch between the two of you. The simple touch felt like grabbing a fistful of snow with bare fingers, icy and shocking. “I don’t know…I’m just not me without you.”

“I know.” Tears started to fall again, and you didn’t bother wiping them away. Your eyes were already irritated enough from the hours you’d spent sobbing in this very spot. “I can’t bring myself to do anything.”

“What are we supposed to do now?”

“I think we have to answer that ourselves.”

“I just can’t survive without you.” His fingers walked up the back of your hand, wrapping gently around your forearm. “But we’re killing each other. I can’t…” He pulled his hand away, and hesitated. Stillness filled the air when his fingers ran across your cheek, wiping away a tear there. “I can’t see you like this. I can’t do this to you.”

“I can’t do this to you, either.” You mirrored his gesture, your thumb running trails over the tracks of tears on his face.

“Can I…” he shifted, gesturing to you to come closer. Despite your better judgment, you fell heavy into his arms, resting your cheek against his collarbone. That scent again, it hit you like waves, dredging up every hope and every wish you’d fought so hard to bury over the past two weeks. You wished you could lay this way forever, a familiar position you used to adopt when the two of you would lounge in bed together.

“Can we just pretend everything is normal?” You said, with the lightest hint of a forced laugh.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please.” The word was choked, nearly a sob. “Just give me this one night with you.”

“We can’t.” His motions contradicted his words as his hands pulled you closer to his chest.

“Just tonight and then we can both forget.” It stung to say it, like a papercut. “We can forget about each other. I’ll forget about your whole family. It can be like we never happened.”

You heard him suck in a hitched breath through his teeth. With hands that trembled, he cupped the sides of your face and drew you in, stopping short of a kiss. You wanted nothing more than to break past his hands, meet your lips with his, feel every inch of him under your mouth. You needed him more than could be expressed in words or actions, it was far deeper, something soul-crushing and gut-wrenching.

He felt it too. And he was not strong enough to resist. He pulled you in, kissing you, with the fervor of a man who has waited his entire life for this moment. He tasted salty, the taste of your mutual tears collected on the corners of your lips; a reminder of that night at the bar with him, the salt of his neck.

You tried to hold yourself back. You knew you shouldn’t let this go any further, but your hands moved on their own to wrap around his neck. “We shouldn't do this,” you mumbled, peppering kisses along his jaw.

“Then stop.”

You couldn’t, and neither could he. It was so unceremonious, but there was something sacred about your movements. The way he ripped the blankets off of you, the way his hands slipped under your shirt, the way you pulled at his hair and fumbled with the button on his pants. Neither of you needed to ask – you were far past that point. It was all unsaid, as many things tended to be between the two of you. He only needed to give you that look he’d given you however many dozen times in the past, the one that you’d reply to with a nod and dewy doe-eyes.

Things were a blur, hands grasping and fingers trailing over flesh, lips colliding with fervor in dead silence and darkness. You could just barely see his face, but you didn’t need to see much. The sound of his breathing, the scent of his skin, it all led you back home.

He shoved your pants down to your knees, dragging you into his lap, his lips never leaving yours. He shifted your bodies, leaning his back against the couch, straddling your knees on either side of his.

“You always smell so good,” he whispered into the side of your neck. “I dream about it.” He slid a hand between the two of you, running a finger through the wetness already drenching your thighs. “I wake up sometimes and I could swear you’re right there next to me.”

You’d done the same, thought you were crazy for being surprised at the other half of your bed being cold and empty every morning. You couldn’t vocalize it, not when he slid a finger into you and you had to bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself silent. But he could feel it from you, the subtle agreement present in how your nails scratched thin lines into his biceps.

“Is that good?” He asked, his breath warming the shell of your ear.

You let out a muffled mhm, your teeth still sunk into his shoulder. If you hadn’t already broken the skin, you would leave a bruise for certain. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

You trailed your hands over the fabric of his shirt, down to where you'd managed to haphazardly undo the fly of his jeans. You hadn’t realized your fingers were cold until they settled on the warmth of his cock, making him suck a breath in through his teeth and jump back a bit. The two of you stifled muted laughs at the exchange, and even if it was only a glimpse, it was heartwarming to feel a brief moment of humor.

Your bodies moved in time quickly, your hand moving in languid strokes along his cock as he worked you open with his fingers. You didn’t want to wait, having waited long enough, having suffered more than enough lately. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes before you were begging him for it.

He slipped himself into you with little grace or fanfare, desperate for it. You let out a strained breath, watching what little of him you could see in the dark. You weren’t prepped quite enough, the stretch of him knocking the wind out of you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, the word coming out shaky. “You feel better than I remember.”

You let out a downright pathetic whimper, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, your legs already trembling.

“Move.” It was a command, not a request.

It was difficult, trying to force your body to move when each drag of your hips threatened to pull a moan from your lips.

Words piled up behind your teeth when he pulled you closer, his lips dragging across the skin of your neck. Your face buried in his hair, you tried to take all of this in. The silk of his hair against your cheek, the smell of sweat and cologne, the way his shoulders rose and fell with each shaking breath. It was so beautiful, so bittersweet, a gorgeous agony you’d never be able to forget.

“Just say it,” he said lowly. “I can tell you want to say it so just fucking say it.”

“I love you.” It spilled from your lips brutally, the sound crashing against the walls of the room like thrown fine china.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Sam.”

“More.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you, you’re everything to me, you’re my stars, my sky, my universe–”

He wrapped his hands tighter around you, tight enough that you could barely breathe. But you didn’t feel the need to breathe, not when you were filled with him, surrounded by him. Your mind started to unravel, giving in to sheer, untethered bliss. Your eyes slipped shut and in the darkness you could see gold.

“I love you too,” he said, softly, casually, like he’d said it a hundred times. Maybe, in his head, he had.

This couldn't be it. This couldn’t be the last time you’d feel him this way. He broke into a steady rhythm, keeping himself buried inside you for the most part, grinding his hips against you.

You mumbled sweet nonsense against his neck, planting kisses between every word, chanting his name like a mantra in the hopes you might stay this way forever. “I never want you to let me go.” Both physically and emotionally, you meant it both ways.

“I can’t,” he breathed. “I can’t imagine me without you. I can’t imagine the sky with no moon and no sun.”

You exhaled a breathy laugh against his skin. “Still so corny.”

“I know how much you love it.”

You had to fight desperately to keep quiet when his hands wrapped around the bottoms of your thighs, lifting and dropping you slightly with each thrust of his hips.

“Stay quiet, baby. You’re doing such a good job.”

He’d never talked to you like this before, never during sex. This was more than just sex, though. What you were doing was something intimate, something deeper, something you both desperately needed. Some kind of closure, or the opening of another door, you couldn’t tell which one quite yet.

A quiet moan slipped past your lips when his hand dropped down beneath you to press against your clit, the perfect amount of pressure, just the way you liked it. His free hand clasped over your mouth, gentle but forceful.

“Quiet, my love.”

My love.

You were getting close to a peak you knew you couldn't keep silent, waves of it washing over your body and sending sparks down your spine, into the tip of every limb. He pulled his hand away at just the right time for you to warn him.

“Sammy, I’m–”

“I know. I can feel it.” You could faintly hear the rumble of his own groans that he caught in his throat, keeping himself quiet with what seemed like great effort.

“Is it better?” He asked.

“What?” You gasped, your focus faltering.

“Do I fuck you better than he does?”

There was no hesitation. “Much better.”

He pulled back a bit, searching for your face in the darkness, finding it and catching your lips in a kiss. There were so many words unsaid that passed through that kiss, every confession, every lie you’d ever told, it was all so glaringly obvious in the way your lips met.

His fingers were digging in tighter against you, his legs starting to shake with effort. He was just as close as you were, fighting, struggling to hold himself back.

“I don’t think I can– oh, god, Sammy, I can’t keep this a quiet one,” you warned him.

“Me neither,” he laughed, breathlessly.

His hand shot up to cover your mouth as you let out a sound that was far too loud. He, too, grit his teeth against whatever noise threatened to make itself known as both of you tipped over the cliffside of your peaks, together. A groan like a sob tore itself out of his chest and he had to cover his own mouth, his head falling back against the couch.

You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he plunged you down into a world of untethered pleasure, his name falling from your lips even though it didn’t make a sound. Stars exploded across your vision, your legs failing you as all you could do was grind helplessly against him. Your hips moved of their own accord, chasing the remnants of bliss.

His fingers gripped your waist after a moment, stilling your movements. “Stop, stop, oh my god,” he whispered, a desperate edge to his voice from the overstimulation.

There was no rush to separate. Neither of you wanted this moment to end. It was clear this was not something you could stop. Your love was an unstoppable force, and you both were incapable of living without it.

“Did you mean it?” His tone was nonchalant, as if he didn’t care what your answer would be one way or the other.

“Of course I did.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

The question caught you off guard, diving in so deep so quickly as you were still dripping into his lap. Gazing into his eyes, and the profound sadness you found there, you spoke a thousand words all at once. Wanted you, got lonely, took the next best thing. You could see it in his face; he understood.

“We need distance,” he sighed. An ironic thing to say, given where he was mere minutes ago. “If we’re not going to date. If we don’t trust each other.”

“But tonight…?” you didn’t finish the sentence, letting it play out in each of your heads.

He didn’t reply, only lifting you off of him, the two of you haphazardly pulling yourselves back together, and he lead you by the hand up to his room.

[impossiblesuitcase]

what are your fave jacinter hcs post revolution? :)

Here's one:

A few years after the revolution, Jacin starts medical school on Earth. That means a lot of time away from Winter, which he doesn't like, but he still has time to comm her during class and see her during the day. She stays local to his university, working with the Lunar embassy there in public relations.

They're both happy over that time. Jacin finally, finally starts to lose a bit of his grumpiness, his performative apathy, returning to the more openly emotional man she knew before he became a guard. Even their friends are surprised at this less abrasive version of him, but he still remains pleasantly snarky.

They want to get married, of course. Except he's being flogged by exams, and planning a wedding would take a lot of time and energy and he wants to give Winter the full attention and support she deserves. They agree to wait until there's a lull in his studies before that.

Then he starts his residency. He's working 12 hour shifts, with a 5 hour window for sleep, while still being on call. He gets breaks, sure, but he is flat out (Australian for busy). He sees Winter occasionally. Well, every day, but it's 5 minutes of a rushed meal and chatter and then he's off again. He hates it. She is generally frustrated by it. Still they both know it's where he should be right now, and he loves finally knowing how to help people, rather than just wishing he knew.

Six months in, Winter gets a comm while he's on a break:

Jacin: Winter, im sorry that im making you put up with this. you deserve to have the wedding that you dream of and a person who will be there for you always like i promised i would be. i dont deserve you.

Now another thing Jacin doesn't like--he isn't around to protect Winter. Sure, years have passed and she's more in control of her trauma and fears, but his peace of mind is never settled if she's not right next to him. So this residency period is hell for him. She spends a lot of time with their friends, sending him pics to assure him that she's with good company, regularly updating him on her wellbeing in what she calls 'sanity checks', a term he dislikes--"You're not insane."

So one day he's doing his final shift for the week when he receives this comm:

Winter: My darling Jacin. You mean everything to me. I need nothing more in life so long as you are in my arms, physically or in spirit. The walls bleed with you, my love, bleed water and diamonds and joy...

Walls. Bleeding?!

Jacin sprints out of the hospital. He tracks Winter's port, finding her just in the park on the next block. He's panting and stumbling when he finds her by the lake. She's donning a summery white dress, which on her rivals any vogue bride, and is holding a flower crown in her hands. She's decidedly not screaming or sobbing like the last time he saw her mention bleeding walls.

"Love?" he garbles out, racing up to her.

Winter gestures for him to slow down. Once in arm's reach, she plops the crown on his greasy, unbrushed hair and steadies his shoulders with her grip. "My darling Jacin. You mean everything to me. I need nothing more in life so long as you are in my arms, physically or in spirit," she repeats, in what is evidently a rehearsed speech.

"Bleeding walls?" he interrupts harshly.

"Hush." She pulls him into her arms. "Jacin, you are everything I deserve. I never want you to question that for a moment. Never let those clinical lights and smell of antiseptic confuse your senses into believing that I wouldn't want you, just the way you are."

There's more words spoken, from him and her, and his bewilderment and worry is still not supplanted with relief. Yes, she might assure him of this now, but he'll be back to endless shifts, and her patience will run out.

"I don't want to wait until things are calmer," she confesses, "because I love you with how things are now as much as I would at any other time." She pulls away and reaches up, adjusting his crown. "The crown has a purpose, you know. I bet you just thought I brought it because I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy."

She closes an eye. "You thought my message was crazy."

He's silent, because yes, he did.

"Once upon a time, I was a princess. So if I marry a boy, he becomes a prince. We aren't married yet, but I declare that we should make a promise first." She leans up and kisses him quickly. "There. That will suffice until the wedding. And this"--she gestures to the crown--"gives you your title."

"Title?"

"My prince. My knight and best friend. Until I change that to something else."

"Fiancé?"

"I was thinking husband."

He kisses her. Then he spends the next month in comms with his supervisor. He wrangles a 5-month break out of them, but he has to work 6 months first. During that time of work, he proposes, and now that he's more established in his residency, his hours drop. He does have time for wedding planning, and they wed the first week of that break. It's a busy few newlywed years, but it quiets down once he's out of his residency. He's still protective, yes, but he doesn't need to be by her side constantly anymore to be calm. He does not want to be known as a prince, even when Cinder and Kai joke that they'll make him one against his will.

He never protests when Winter calls him her prince.

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 19

-Need You Here-

Warnings: angst.

a/n: spolier i dont know anything about pregnancies because i have never been pregnant or been around that many people that have been

also not really happy with this chapter. it lacks something.

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It was a goodbye, after all.

*the next day*

I went to visit him, bringing him lunch before my shift at the video store. To tell him I forgave him for last night.

I saw him slip into the pool chemical storage, following him in he didn't see me sneak behind him. He went ridged when I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"You need to leave me." he said quitely.

"What?"

"I said you need to leave me. We need to break up." He shook my arms off him and turned to look at me with sad eyes.

 “w-why? Is it me…?” I ask quietly, tears started to fill my eyes.

 “No, it’s not you.”

 “Then what is it? Just tell me what's wrong?” I asked

" I don’t want to hurt you…” he says, almost a whisper. “Y/n, I can’t anymore. I’m just going to become my father and hurt you in the long run. I… I think we’re done.”

 “Billy… You’re not going to hurt me.” I promised.

 That promise did nothing to change it. “Y/n… I can’t anymore. We’re done, I need to keep you safe.”

“K-keep me safe, what the hell does that mean?!”

“Y/N JUST FUCKING LEAVE, STAY AWAY FROM ME, WE ARE DONE!”

 I stayed silent, not saying anything. I was shocked. “ fine… Don't ever talk to me ever again, Hargrove.” i say as i ran out of the stroage room, i could hear him throwing things in rage.

*few days later*

 “shit” I sighed looking at the positive pregnancy test Staring back at me.

This was my 5th positive test. 

Nancy knocked on the movie theater stall door. 

Panicking, I quickly shoved all the tests into my purse. 

”What’s with the scared look on your face? have you been crying?” she questioned.

“Nothing! NO! Don’t worry about it, I'm perfect!” I cringed;  that didn't sound very convincing. Nancy gave me a strange look but dropped it.

"let's forget about that asshole Hargrove and enjoy the night, come on the movie is about to start.”

Should I tell her? Could I raise a baby by myself? I know my parents will help with most of it, but did I even want the baby? Of course I did because it was a piece of Billy within me. Yes, we are no longer together, but I still loved him.  

I needed to tell someone. Soon.

When i walked in from coming home from a morning shift at the video store, my mom was sitting at the table with the 5 positive pregnancy tests in front of her. For a second, we only stared at each other, and then mom said “I think we need to have a chat”. "

Can I call Robin and Nancy over? I want to tell them as well."

She nods her head yes.

Everyone was sitting at the table. I slowly walked and sat down across from them. they just stared at me. Nancy was speechless, Robin had her suspicion from the night at the diner, and mom knew something was up as well. I should have hidden the tests better than my bathroom trash can. I'm such a idiot

My mom finally sighed and said, “How old are these tests?”

“Uhh about a week, i took 2 to the movie theater "

"Wait, is that why you looked scared that night?" Nancy asked.

I nodded my head yes.

“Do you even know how far along you are?” my mom asks.

“Um…Probably about 6 weeks”

My mom gave me a hard look while Robin and Nancy stayed quiet. looking away, i try to blink away my tears. hearing my mom sigh and grabbing my hands. “ Sweetheart, look at me.”

“Sweetie I’m not mad, and you know I’ll support you. I’m just worried about you. Your happiness is the most important thing to me.”

I stopped trying to hold in my tears and let them fall. mom also cried , “It’s your decision, but I’ll support whatever decision you make. Does Billy know?”

“No, I have no idea how I even go about telling him! He broke up with me, he will dispise me even more."

“y/n you know better than anyone that boy loves you more than anything. Yes, you guys are not together right now, but he does love you, i saw how he stares at you.....your his life.” mom says.

"Then why did he have to hurt me?"

"That I don't know, sweetie, but knowing Billy, he has a reason, he will come back. but first things first, we should make an appointment to actually confirm the pregnancy and then go from there.”

Everyone agreed.

*next day*

i needed to tell Susan and Max that they were going to a grandmother and an aunt to a very healthy baby bean. so i drove to hargrove's residents. taking a deep breath, i pulled into their driveway. Max came running out with El.

"Hey, kiddos!" wrapping my arms around them.

"Hey y/n!" they both said, returning my hugs.

"i have to tell you and your mother something."

"Is something wrong?" Max asks.

"No, no, sweetie, quite the opposite."

we walked into the house, and it seemed that Billy didn't come home last night. strange, i thought. i pulled El to the side.

"Later, can you find Billy?" i asked her.

"Sure thing!..... Is everything ok." she asks.

"i'm just Curious about what he is doing." i say as i rounded the cornner

"y/n, darling, how are you?" Susan greeted me.

"i've been doing ok." i said softly, i was actually terrable without Billy and now carrying his baby without him knowing was even harder.

"no your not, sweetie." she saw right through me. she made all of us take a seat.

"Tell me really what's going on.".

"Well, susan, you are going to be a grandmother, and Max, you are going to be an aunt." they both got up and hugged me instantly.

"Really?!" Max started to have tears in her eyes. "Indeed, kiddo, the little bean is heathy."

"Congratulations! im so happy. i have to tell everyone the great news, " susan says as she leaves the room.

"Does Billy know?" max whispers.

"Well..... he broke up with me before i found out."

"HE WHAT?!" El and Max shouted.

"i'm going to kill him. He never would do this to you." Max spats as she paces the room.

"i know that's the thing he's been acting strange since he missed our dinner. I wanted El to see what he was doing. He said he wanted to keep me safe."

"Come on lets to this, i want to know what my asshole of a brother is doing." Max dragged us into her room. El sat on the floor with her blindfold on while Max turned the radio to static noise. after a few minutes, El broke the silence.

"i see him"

"What's he doing." i asked.

El sees Billy had kidnapped someone. She sees a shadowy figure in the distance and screams lots of screams. he noticed her. El ripped her blindfold off and looked at me with sad eyes.

"i..... think the mind flayer is still here" was all she said.

Previous Chapter

Part 20

Masterlist

2023

Taglist: @goth-cowgirl-03

[biohazard-inevitable]

My eclipse day has been…. Eventful.

First off, here are some pics I took!!! It was a little cloudy but i still was able to snag a few and see some crazy stuff happen, like people shooting off fireworks when it got dark (plus a dog, enjoy my dog he went swimming during the eclipse. Truly a madman)

Then, i had to hurry on over to work my shift for the night where all HELL broke loose.

It started off as normal a shift as anything, though I was a bit on edge cause I was working with the owner and hes quite the prickly old wolf that kind of intimidates me, but hes a nice guy really.

Now, I work at a pizza place in a decent part of town that gives REALLY good tips because of how wealthy a lot of our regulars are, but I dont expect tonight to get too busy.

My first warning sign should have been the first call of the night I took of some guy drunk off his ass demanding a delivery in 5 minutes to “the park” without specifying ANY address and straight up getting mad at me that i didnt know where he was talking about, but whatever i guess.

Then were the dishes pilled sky high already in the dishroom at the behinning of my shift and the young drake I work with NEVER does them, my second warning sign.

Out of nowhere, we start picking up like CRAZY! Its double delivery after double delivery just constant in and out until around 7:50 pm, we see the looming roll of thunderclouds on the horizon and they dont look good.

Now, anyone who has lived in tornado alley would be able to tell that these clouds making the sky THIS color and THIS dark was gonna be some powerfull ass shit, so i get back from my delivery with a shake to my head and a warning to my boss that the clouds dont look good. They nod in agreement of course and say “just take this last two in one run and we’ll stop deliveries early for the night.” Which was wise.

I’ve been vibing to my audiobook all evening on my deliveries, and im getting through it faster than expected when suddenly, I get hit by the storm.

Violent, POUNDING rain slams my car as I arrive to the first delivery point. It is IMPOSSIBLE to see 5 feet in front of me from how dark the clouds got and my only respite was the flashes of purplish lighting that roared through the sky every 3 seconds, turning the clouds into one HELL of a lightshow. I stepped out of my car for the delivery and INSTANTLY got drenched head to toe, and when i got back in, i realized that with the howling winds and pounding rain it wasnt safe enough to drive, so i called my boss to tell him I was staying put as a heads up (luckily my job is very nice and prioritizes our safety over deliveries so they agreed on my decision to wait out the storm)

Eventually it subsides and i do my last delivery of the night and return to the store only to find out that at 8:45 we are closing early because we. As a PIZZA PLACE. Ran out of dough AND CHEESE.

Thats how busy we were, and we didnt even get to go home until 10:30 because of the MOUNTAIN of dishes that was waiting for us at the end.

At least i got 62$ in tips

[hucowboyification]

Can I get “Did you take your collar off?” and “Just for that, we’re using the numbing lube tonight.” with Tarlos?

Tk's phone rings at six in the morning, fifteen hours into his shift.

"Hello, baby," TK answers, voice still soft from sleep, despite waking up fifteen minutes ago He doesn't have to look at who called- Carlos is the only one outside of the firehouse who would call him so early. "How are you?"

Carlos ignores his question. "What're you-" he lets out a soft grunt. "What're you doing? Right now?"

"Unloading the dishwasher. Judd's going to start breakfast in a bit."

"Mm. I don't wanna hear about Judd. I wanna hear about you."

Then, through his early-morning haze, what Carlos is saying clicks.

TK sighs and sets the last plate on the counter. "Oh, baby. You really are a dumb slut, aren't you?"

He hears a soft whimper from the other end of the line, and suddenly he can hear the wet, slick sounds.

As subtly as he can, TK steps away, tucking himself into the nearest quiet corner he can find. "Fuck. Are you jerking yourself off or fucking yourself?"

"The second," he responds, as if he's too scared to even fully admit it.

"You just can't go twenty-four hours without having something in you, huh?" TK shakes his head and sighs even louder than before. "I guess it's my fault for ruining you, isn't it? You never got fucked once before me, but now you're just a whining, greedy little whore who can't stand having an empty hole."

"I'm- fuck, I'm sorry," Carlos gasps out, but it's a pathetic attempt at an apology. TK knows from the sound of his breath that hes coming.

"Aww. Did you just come?"

Carlos manages to force out the softest little, "uh-huh."

As he considers his words, TK grins. Carlos is going to be so adorably distraught. "Just for that, we're using the numbing lube tonight. If you're gonna fuck yourself without my permission, you dont get to feel my cock."

And, of course, he was right. Immediately, Carlos is a whining mess of pleas. "No- no, no, no, please? I need you."

"Keep pushing and I'll to use it on you every day this week," he threatens. "Now go clean yourself up. You'll get your punishment after my shift."

Send me a ship and a prompt!

[dedahblog]

Ichigo, Rukia , Orhime and Uryu go to a fast food together

Silly (and cringe) drabble under the cut

I intended it as established IR + best friends Ishihhime

...

Ichigo : So Ishida ! You forgot your wallet again ?

Uryu : O-of c-course n-

Ichigo : If you mean by of course " of course I didn't forget it all those times. I was just being cheap as hell" then you're right (*)

Uryu : W-what nonsense are you blabbering, Kurosaki ?

Orhime : Ishida kun, you went out with Kurosaki kun ?

Uryu : Of course not, Inoue san ! I was just minding my business in the library and he was provoking me. I had no choice ! And that other time, he started talking nonsense  about the last Jeidi so I had to make him watch that movie to prove how much of an imbecile he is ! Then, we both didn't eat anything other than breakfast that day so we had some pizza. And there was that tim-

Orhime : Wow ! So, it was more than twice !

Uryu : D-dont give that look ! I had to !

Ichigo : And all those times, he made the dumbest excuse not to pay a cent ... what a freeloader...

Rukia : And of course, you paid everything, everytime so you spend more time with him.

Ichigo : W-what the hell, Rukia ?!! It's not like  that !! Don't give that look ! I had to !

Orhime : Ishida kun, what are looking for in your bag ?

Uryu : I am going to pay so that Kurosaki learns his lesson *collecting every cent he has*

Ichigo : Yeah yeah ... Remember Ishida. Soda and french fries are not called lunch.

Uryu : O-of course !! Who do you think I am ? (leaves to order)

Ichigo :tcch... that Ishida...

Ichigo : What's with that smug look, Rukia ?!! If you have something to say, say it !

Rukia : You two get along so well. It's almost as if you're using us as an excuse to spend more time together.

Orhime : Right ? I feel the same Kuchiki san !

Ichigo's expression shifted from indignation to seriousness as he grabbed her hand in his palm, while saying

Ichigo : Now, you are being ridiculous.

Rukia, of course, noticed this change

Trying to sound casual but she knew it was vain, considering with whom she was dealing right now.

Rukia : "Now" ? So you mean what I said before was not ridiculous ?

Mushy Ichigo has taken over and she knows by experience how shameless he can be when he is being affectionate and how little disregard he has for their surrounding.

As he started giving her his sweetest smile, Rukis quickly let go of his hand while saying to Orhime

Rukia : I-I'm going to Ishida.

Ichigo was disappointed that she killed the mood for the nth time. Rukia shot him one last look while blushing that meant " Not now, idiot'

Ichigo (silently grumbled): " You didn't have to let go of my hand like that ... "

But, as he recalled how Rukia could get so easily flustered every time he showered her with affection, his heart started fluttering.

Ichigo : What the hell Ishida is doing ??!! We should eat fast. I have so many things to do !!

If Ichigo wasn't in such a hurry, he would have taken a photo of Ishida paying the cashier but honestly, all he wanted to do is to go back home as fast as possible.

Orhime : It has been almost 4 minutes now. Knowing Ishida-kun, he already analysed all the dishes people were eating and figured out their names in the menu and what would be most profitable and suitable to buy. So, he's probably ordering right now. Well that's a typical ishida kun behavior

Meanwhile,

Ishida was more than happy to have Rukia by his side. Not only she was not annoying like that Kurosaki but he understood quickly that Rukia didn't have any preference and she was happy with anything.

Rukia : I would like to have some cucumber !

Uryu : You mean in your panini or your hamburger ?

Rukia : Oh ! mmm y-yeah (too embarassed to say she didn't understand anything of what he just said)

(*) Ishida being cheap is canon, he left his father's house at the age of 13 , 14. He has been living on his own supplies since then. That's why, he tends to accept any offer as long it's free. Of course the anime team didn't even bother to read the manga, they made Ishida live with his father and Kub0 couldn't care less about correcting them

Ishida felt so sorry that he decided to order for her the best and most expensive hamburger, with a lots of cucumber, while he bought a soda and french fries for Ichigo.

[imaginationlover101]

Born too late:

Darry Curtis x reader

A/n: Inspired by the song "Born too late", & jealous reader.

I could see the way his blue eyes wondered. The way his forehead scrunched up when he was mad, the way he'd laugh before he'd smile, and the way he had this look in his eye when looking out for others. Darry always knew the right things to say and he always knew the right time to leave things alone (sometimes).

I had to admit I was jealous, but I couldn't help it. The whole "beach day" suggestion was my idea. Although I originally suggested it because of the heat and boredom everyone felt, the other half might of been the idea of a way to spend more time with Darry. But now, sitting here in my beach chair while all the boys frolic in the water (having fun for once), while a group of gorgeous women stand aside point and giggle deciding which boy they'd chose was not my idea of fun. They were fighting over the boys like they were a piece of meat, and all I did was glare and sulk in my chair. That made me mad.

Although at some moments I couldn't stand them and wanted nothing more to be alone. I loved the boys to pieces, and wished that they'd look at me like I was beautiful. Out of all the years I've known them, I havent ever recalled hearing any of the boys call me beautiful, or compliment me. I never wanted to sound desperate, but out of all the years knowing them I felt used. Deep down I knew that the boys loved me they just didnt show it they way I wanted them to, the way they show it to other girls. But who was I kidding, I'm just a puney teenage girl wishing for a moment that a boy would look at me with the eyes Soda would give Sandy (before she cheated of course).

I could see the girls getting closer. With each move of the waves they seemed to emerge out of the water and shift towards the boys more. Johnny was the first one to notice of course, seeing as he was the most observitive. He watched how the girls smiled and laughed trying to show off their figures in the sun. But Johhny just blushed brighter then the sun hoping no one would see, trying to distract himself with the water.

Pony was next, noticed the way Johnny was acting. Johnny just stopped looking at him when everyone was talking, holding his head to the water. Pony looked around wondering if anyone was watching them, but turned to my chair instead. He smiled and waved seeing as he only turned halfway and turned the other half being faced with the little entourage. Oh Sweet little Pony, first he thought the girls were making fun of the group, but it was one look at Johnny blushing that made him rethink.

Dally, Two Bit, and Soda were shortly next. After the continuous oogling of one of the girls behind from Pony, Dally soon caught on. To be honest I dont think ever think I've seen Dally without a cigarette in his hand. Even in the ocean at this moment he still had on in his hand nudging Soda and Two. Even with sitting feet away I could still see Two Bit making a lousy joke that only has Dally laughing and the rest of the boys rolling their eyes.

Soon after when Dally decided to stop talking, Soda looks at Steve then points. Soda had to be the most oblivious out of the whole group. If you had said to him dont look, he'd look. So when Soda noticed the girls looking the first thing he did was tell Steve and point, but who seemed to mind. Sodapop had the most gorgeous face I'd had ever seen, he had this movie style smile and these big blue eyes that made you want to jump right in them. He was gorgeous, no one would ever mind getting looked at by Soda.

Of course Darry was the last obivious one to find out "not caring about some teenage girls". Darry wasn't truly intrested until a women about his age, more gorgeous them Olivia Newton John herself, practically emerging herself from the sand. The wind blew in her hair so perfectly you would of thought she was being filmed for a movie. Darry practically stopped paying any mind to the boys and almost tripped over his two feet the minute he saw her.

At this point I closed my eyes, I couldn't take the heartbreak anymore. The reality knowing that Darry could never love me, never see me as anything other then a child. I simply closed my eyes trying to enjoy the sound of the waves, and the sun on my feet, but I couldn't.

I couldn't get Two Bits obnoxious voice out of my head, Dallys flirting antics, and most of all Darrys laugh. I havent heard Darry laugh in years, it practically broke me out of my chair. But there he was, my Darry laughing with another girl, go figure. A girl who was 10 times taller, prettier and older. They laughed with one another and with each move of the waves they came closer.

I came to realize that I was simply just a kid that he just looked at, nothing more then a sister. A short teenager who had no direction in life. Simply just someone born years after him, a little little kid, but still I fell in love. It was his blue eyes, the way his smile almost never showed up, the love he shared for his brothers, his hair, dedication for anything, and they way he would give the shirt of his back to anyone.

I watched as Darry and the mystery girl came closer and laughed almost as piercing as a scream. I saw the way Darry had looked at me for one second in the distance seeing if I was still in my chair, and it broke me. I was just the little girl in the chair while the older girls seemed to flirt and play.

Just as the salty water crashed closer and closer to where I sat, I couldnt help but cry. Why was I born too late?

[loneworldgazer]

dont get it twisted!

pairings: bonten kakucho, bonten sanzu, haitani brothers x reader

a/n: from the dusty drafts!

warnings: slight violence, description of body twisting in weird ways (?)

life with bonten

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reader twists their body into weird positions whenever they're deep in thought and it's been a thing ever since

it doesn't hurt them in the slightest and it's pretty normal for them do just twist like slime

the boys are just kinda concerned for you.. some astonished that you can turn do a mixed set of limbs

sanzu

he's dazzled by it, you just look so calm doing it without breaking out into a weeping mess

he for sure tries to copy you and no matter how many times he fails, he still tries

one day he'll break his back trying to copy you

"HELLLOOOO y/n!- what the fuck??"

you were focusing really hard on what to give to kakucho on his birthday failing to realize the hyper man standing at your doorway judging you, sanzu constantly flipped his head around, jerking his body here and there just to look at how you got into this random mess of limbs.

"ey you kinda look like rindou's victims when they're mangled up and shit!" you glared at him after straightening your back, giving him a look of "why would you say that" and twisted and turned. he crouched down and pondered for a minute before popping a question you were waiting for.

"can i do that? can i?" he was asking the air cause his eyes weren't shifted on you, the way you patted his shoulder tells him everything he needs to know and he cheered, for some reason excited to replicate the 'victims' he spoke of which sent shivers down your spine because who in the absolute hell is sanzu haruchiyo and why would he say that.

but nonetheless, both of you were casually twisting both of your ankles upwards while having a conversation on why he was here and sanzu actually wanted to give something for kakucho's birthday, the last thing you would think of sanzu is him actually thinking of birthdays, heck his own partners in crime. he gave ideas to you while also whining about how his limbs are burting and he's impressed on how you just do it without signs of pain and you got nothing to say because you were already in the position sanzu saw you when he entered your house without warning.

it was entertaining though to see him move, stubborn to see how he would look like you and it might take a while for him and he challenged himself to hurt himself more, sometimes you can see the inner masochist within this man when he wasn't laughing about how you kept falling on your ass instead of helping you up.

he just needed a little adjusting but you won't tell him of course, you just keep cracking up inside because of how much of an idiot sanzu haruchiyo looks like.

extra!!:

"done! this is weirdly nice.." you got up from your position easily and he gawked, trying to move his leg but he couldn't and he felt like crying in desperation. he asked you to wait and called after you but you let out a mischevious grin, telling him you needed to get ready to buy kalucho a present because from the convo earlier fortunely you knew what to buy now.

he knows what you were doing and when he was done with his little tangle in the limbs he would give you hell.

if he was done.

kakucho

poor boy is really concerned for you

when he first saw you, he was confused

he guessed you weren't so hurt being twisted like a pretzel but he still looks out for you, scared one time you accidently fucked up and you snapped something in yourself

he didn't want to see this yet it pushed him to just watch how you're dozing off when you're literally hanging upside down. he didn't want you to hurt yourself because neck pains were very bad and he experienced it a lot so he tried tapping you on the shoulder to change into a better sleeping position.

"kaku..? what are you.." you yawned, not wanting an answer anyways because of how sleepy you were but you tried to listen to kakucho when he asked you to lay on the bed rather than... the mat you used for stretching. you smiled sleepily, telling him it doesn't hurt in the slightest and stretched; continuing to think since you can't go back to sleep.

kakucho wanted you to atleast sleep again but somewhere comfortable instead of the floor but you were persistent and saying that it was alright, he was a kind man being all concerned for you. always like that from the start when the other executives were being major headaches and you needed to run to somebody for peace and quiet as well as he.

so you tried listening to him, flopping up to sit criss cross and asking him to cuddle with you which he turned red to how you wanted to sleep with him hugging you at the waist. he supposed he had time to burn so he took off his coat and placed it on the chair and pulling up the blanket to warm both of you and him.

you snuggled closer to his chest and he tried his best not to short circuit because his ears were glowing red and he hopes you weren't focusing on him, he wraps himself over you and yeah he was feeling exhausted dealing with bonten's shenanigans that your warm blanket gave him the need of slumber.

haitani brothers

if only he remembered to set up an alarm. (he keeps forgetting off days and mikey knows he needs it :( )

ran is amused that your face don't elicit any emotions or that your voice doesn't differ because he's sure that your lungs were getting crushed with how you regularly bent them

so it's normally like this, him criss cross next to you while both of you chat about bonten or anything else outside of it

rindou doesn't like it one bit

like sanzu said, you looked like one of rindou's victims when he's done beating all the sense in them and he shivers looking at you randomly putting a leg over your head

heck he sweat drops entering your room because he doesn't wanna see it

"rindou?"

"...."

"rindou !"

he exclaimed a big what, not wanting to face you because he's busy eating his cereal and he defitenely did not want to see you look like a freak on the ground and lose his appetite. his supper cereal is more important than whatever you wanted to ask him.

you were actually really curious to why rindou did not want to look at you, does he not like you anymore? aww man, you pouted and bit the inside of your cheek but ran broke the news when he brushed your head with fits of chuckles. yeah, you knew. you just wanted to freak rindou out by being up all in his business that he's a little close to eating supper in the bathroom.

you're a gremlin you really were, rindou cursed you in his head before he moves to the bathroom to not see you twisted anymore.

ran pulled you by the ankle and you gasped while thumping your hands on the floor to make sure you don't hurt your thighs in any way from the metal on the floor while you were sure the older haitani didn't really care and he just wanted to creep his brother out which resulted in groans of irritation from rindou who kept swiping back the curtain as if both you and ran would magically dissappear.

"eating in the bathroom's kinda gross you know-"

"FUCK JUST GET OUT"

ah yes, you were just in the middle of this now. when did posing as pretzel turned to an argument and though you wanted to get away, ran had a tight grip on your ankle so all you could do was tap on the floor and wait for him.

now how long was this argument going to be?

tag tag:@lucylicious , @fyotituti , @coconois , @gyros-cum-sock , @ashrakat-lovesbaji , @dragon-chica , @eriskaitto , @crapimahuman , @kawaii-desv , @xxrwzy , @haitani-heaven , @erinhaitani , @soushswag,

[whump-cravings]

Tortured Prince - Reunion pt 1

Tortured Prince AU Masterlist - TR3 Masterlist

1,490 words | Original Work: AU of the Royal Three - Fourteen months ago, Ironda came under attack, its king and queen succumbing to poison and Prince Baltar vanishing. Without time to grieve, King Hakon and Princess Rohisa were left to fend off Beor’s forces. They heard nothing of their brother, until 9 months ago Queen Ochvlita of Beor held a public marriage to Prince Baltar of Ironda.

Content: sibling whump, angst

taglist: @nabanna @emcscared-whumps @whumpy-writings @nicolepascaline @i-can-even-burn-salad @dont-touch-my-soup (let me know if you wanna keep being tagged for this AU!)

When he got the news, Hakon dropped everything and ran as fast as he could—faster than he had in years. It couldn't be true. Was it true?

Please let him be there.

Hakon burst past the guard at the door into the drawing room. Another two guards—they weren't in uniform but their weapons and bearing were enough to distinguish them as soldiers—were inside, watching over the figure at the window, who turned at his entrance. He was thinner, his hair was short, and he had a baby in his arms, but it could be none other than—

"Baltar," Hakon gasped, throat choking with tears. He rushed forward to scoop his little brother into his arms.

One of the guards lurched forward. "Sire, wait!"

Thanks to the warning, the king pulled to a stop—just short of impaling himself on the sword leveled at his chest. Disbelief morphed into the harsh sting of betrayal, sickness balling up in the pit of Hakon's stomach as his eyes moved down the steel to his brother's face. The eyes that stared back at him, dark and cold, were those of a stranger.

Hakon would have rathered that his brother had stayed dead than be faced with this.

"My prince," said the guard who'd called the warning, soft and urgent, cautiously stepping forward with a hand raised. "It's alright."

Baltar's blade wavered as his gaze flicked towards the man. His brows drew together and he lowered the sword, tip resting against the ground.

"Baltar?" Hakon said again, strained but soft. "It's me. Hakon."

His brother gave a halting nod, staring at the king's chest. "I know." Baltar paused. "You look... different."

Different enough to pull a sword on me? "...You do too." He sounds different too.

Baltar nodded again.

"Can I..." Hakon started, glancing at the sword still between them. "Can I hug you?" I need to know you're real. Please. I need to know you won't vanish again.

The babe made a fuss as Baltar's hands tightened, knuckles whitening on the hilt of the sword. He let out a shaky breath, shifting the baby's weight slightly. Eventually, he gave a minute shake of his head, eyes on the floor.

Not being able to touch his brother hurt maybe more than the sword might have. Why? Hakon stared at his brother. What happened to you?

That was right; he didn't know what had happened in the last year and a half. Baltar had only resurfaced eight months ago at his wedding to Queen Ochvlita, and since then, not much else. Rohisa had put forth the possibility that Baltar had betrayed them. Hakon had adamantly refused the idea, but secretly... he had harbored doubts.

He swallowed, trying to stifle the hurt. Nodding at the child, he asked, "Is that...?"

Baltar gazed down at the bundle in his arms, something of his old softness returning to his expression. "Your niece."

A Nitasi child, after he and Mohini had tried for a year to conceive. They'd heard of the birth, of course, but it was assumed the babe would be raised a Princess of Beor and divide the loyalty of Irondan troops. To think that Baltar and the child had come home...

"Can I hold her?" Hakon asked, trying not to beg.

His brother went very still.

"Your majesty—" started the captain with a note of apology.

Baltar sheathed his blade before the soldier could finish. With the utmost care, he cradled the girl as he took a step forward, then another. Hakon held his nervous energy at bay, letting his brother come to him, until the child was laid in his arms. Mindful of the damage his brutish hands could cause such a small thing, the king held her to his chest.

Tears finally escaped Hakon as joy flushed through him. His brother was home and he had brought new life for the Nitasi family, after so much had been lost.

"She's beautiful," he said, choking up. "What's her name?"

Baltar took a long moment to answer. "She doesn't h-have one."

Hakon looked up in bemused surprise. "What?"

"Beorish infants are named on their hundredth day." Baltar shrugged, watching the baby. He had an arm crossed over his midsection, holding his other arm. "I didn't know if... either of us would live that long."

It used to be that Hakon could tell what Baltar was thinking, but now his brother's face was inscrutable to him. His heart hurt at the emptiness he found there. If he couldn't offer physical support, how could he help? What would Mohini say?

"Do you think you will now?" he asked gently. "Live?"

Baltar hesitated, then nodded.

"Then... maybe it would be okay to think about a name," he said, offering the babe back. "Yeah?"

Taking the girl back into his arms, the prince rocked her gently, brushing wispy locks of hair from her forehead. "...Y-Yeah."

Hakon noticed something metal peeking out from beneath Baltar's sleeve. "What is that?" He was halfway to grabbing his brother's wrist when Baltar flinched back a step, hand on his sword again. The king froze, lowering his hand, feeling that stab of hurt again.

He went for his sword, he realized. Any mage would put up a shield first. "Dampeners?"

Baltar wrapped his other arm around his child, nodding while not looking at Hakon.

"I'll send for a locksmith straightaway," the king said, headed for the door.

"Sire," the captain said. "A locksmith won't work."

Hakon pulled up short, turning back. "What?"

The soldier hesitated and looked to Baltar. After no reaction from the prince, he answered, "The cuffs are soldered on."

Soldered. Hakon felt a buzzing at the back of his head, anger stirring. Beor dared to treat his brother, a Prince of Ironda, in such a manner? He would crush the ones responsible for this.

The baby began crying as Baltar shuffled back again. Hakon looked up to find his brother with eyes fixed on the floor, breathing shallow and shaking with a shoulder turned as if to shield from...

Me, Hakon realized, guilt balling in his gut. He squeezed his eyes shut and took in a deep breath. On his exhale, he let himself relax, shoulders dropping and fingers unfurling. "We'll visit a forge on the morrow, then."

Baltar was bouncing the crying girl in his arms. "She's hungry. I have to feed her." He started for the door leading to a receiving room.

"I'll come with you," Hakon said readily. He wanted as much time with his brother and niece as possible before duty called him away.

"Your majesty," the guard, evidently the leader of this team, interrupted from behind him. "May I speak with you a moment?"

Perhaps it's caught up with me already, he thought with a sigh as he watched Baltar exit, the other guard following close behind. Turning to the bowing soldier, he said, "What is it, soldier...?"

"Captain Rahi, sire." The man hesitated, wetting his lip. "I've been travelling with his highness for several weeks," he started.

Hakon raised a hand as he turned again, impatient. "I'll see to it that you're granted whatever reward you wish for bringing my brother home safely."

"Thank you, sire, but—I am trying to caution you."

The king stopped, scrutinizing the captain. "Caution me?"

"I mean to say—" Rahi clasped his hands behind his back. "That is, I have some—" He let out a short sigh, shifting his weight to a single foot. "Permission to speak frankly, sire?"

Hakon had a feeling he would hate whatever Rahi had to say. Unfortunately, he wasn't in a position to refuse information or insights regarding his brother. He crossed his arms. "Very well."

"His highness is... in a delicate frame of mind," the captain explained. "He needs space."

It took a moment for the meaning of the words to catch up to the king. Hakon couldn't keep the displeasure from his face, but refrained from scowling. "You're telling me not to go after him."

The captain grimaced apologetically. "You might undo tonight's progress."

"Progress," he echoed dully.

"Your majesty, that he approached you is significant on its own, even disregarding that he let you hold his baby. That was..." Rahi searched for words, "an overture. He clearly wants very badly to trust you."

Frustration in his chest, Hakon said, "He can trust me. He knows that; I'm his brother."

Rahi let out a soft sigh, eyes drifting around the room. "Sometimes when someone hurts you over and over again, that becomes all you really know." Before Hakon could process that, Rahi turned his sharp gaze back to the king. "He's scared. Let him learn that he can retreat without pursuit."

The king stared back the captain, shoulders drooping a little. Did I make him scared? "What happened to him?" he said, almost whispering.

Rahi shook his head. "He's been through a lot. But he's home now."