#contradictivs 006.

[funnytrue]

@contradictivs / cont.

Ryder became rather good at comforting his brother when he needed to. Well. He had always been good at comforting Liam — He had learned how to tell when Liam was at his worst or when things were about to get bad. It was the nightmares that he paid attention to most, too, especially within the last couple of weeks. It was hard to say how many hours of sleep the two of them had lost due to the things that made the older Dunbar wake up out of breath and-or screaming.

“Hey,” the younger murmured softly. Rubbing the heel of his palm against his eye, he turned his body toward Liam with a gentle squeeze of his hand. It had been easier to simply sleep on Liam’s floor for the time being. Though he typically ended up sleeping in bed with his brother at some point in the night. “You’re okay,” Ryder murmured as he shook off the rest of his drowsiness, “I’m right here. It’s okay.”

He hates this. Hates the nightmares, hates the panic and fear that grows in him every night, but most of all he hates that Ryder has to deal with it. He's fucking exhausted and he cant imagine Ryder feels much better, guilt gnawing away at his insides over the fact that Ryder sacrifices his own sleep to help him. He appreciates it, of course, far more than he'd ever know how to explain, but it still feels horrible. Ryder deserves a good nights rest, they both do.

The dark of his room only adds to the fear, the panicked breathing as he tries to take in his surroundings. Ryders hand in his, sleepy voice reassuring him. It takes a moment for Liam to accept that this is real, that things are okay. Soft whine escapes him as he tugs at Ryders hand, perhaps just a little too roughly, wordlessly asking him to come into the bed, to hold him and tell him everything would be fine. He just wants to sleep, doesn't want to deal with the horrors inside of his head.

[jasonbrennerold]

“     I     opted     to     just     not     sleep.     ”

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“you have to sleep.” words are a direct echo of what stiles had said to him just a day earlier, jason’s own reluctance to sleep a problem that’s yet to be solved. he understands avoiding sleep, is pretty well versed in it, but he’s a hypocrite. he thinks self destructive behavior is okay when he’s the one doing it, but the minute someone he cares about is doing the same thing he gets all protective. “dad says it’s important.”

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@contradictivs / angry sexual tension prompts.

glare is sent his way, even if it’s obvious that it’s exactly what he wanted. you wouldn’t tell him why you were angry, wouldn’t explain the nuanced way your mind works. how do you tell someone you care about that the rage they see is fuelled by withdrawals when they never even knew you were on anything in the first place. “glad you’re enjoying it.”

[sunnyvaler]

@contradictivs / cont.

As sweet of a couple as the pair made, it came as no surprise that the two of them could not keep their hands off of each other. It took the smallest of things to get one of them worked up enough — Resulting in the two of them disappearing for an undecided amount of time as soon as they could to give in to their shared arousal. Maybe it was not the best idea to tease each other while they were at work, though, especially given the fact that they were the ones in charge.

None of that seemed to matter to either of them. With Kurt pressed against the table in the closest activity cabin that they could find, the blonde was eager to get lost in the pleasure of the moment. He was quick to tug at his boyfriend’s clothes, dragging him closer by a hand gripping possessively at his ass. The only thing that made Ryder pause was the sudden, sharp inhale that came from the other. It was enough to make him freeze for a second before he carefully pulled away to glance at Kurt’s expression. A pregnant moment passed as he stared at his boyfriend. Carefully, he moved his hand to brush over the same spot and watched as Kurt tried to hide the small sign of pain that it caused.

“What is it?” As if he had not figured it out as soon as he noticed that Kurt was in pain. He finished tugged Kurt’s shirt up and over his head, eyes scanning along the newly exposed skin. And the bruises that he was unfamiliar with. “Baby,” he murmured softly, finger tips gentle as they brushed along the skin around the bruises. “When did these happen?”

It's so easy to get lost in these moments, to forget the world around them and just be caught up in each other. It was especially easy at camp, when the pair are entirely in charge of themselves, when no one can come in and tell them what to do. Everyone else is busy, they're all following the schedule, but the head counsellors have much more important business to attend to. Heavy breathing and desperate kisses, Kurt is far from opposed to being pressed against the table. Mind a whirl with nothing but his desire, everything about this feels just perfect.

Until Ryders hand brushes against that spot, the sharp inhale coming out before Kurt can stop it. Immediately Kurt’s face is scrunched up in displeasure, as if he could've hidden that he was hurt if he'd stayed quiet, as if Ryder wouldn't have noticed when his clothes came off. The brief moment of Ryder freezing to watch him feels like an eternity, Kurt suddenly avoiding his gaze. He doesn't need to answer for Ryder to know, doesn't need to say anything. He wants to resist Ryder pulling his shirt off, but he has no real choice in the matter and he knows it. One way or another Ryder would make sure he can see what's wrong, its easier for them both if Kurt just lets him.

“I'm fine.” Spoken quietly, entirely predictable in his response. Even though he winces slightly at the feeling of fingertips brushing softly against tender and exposed skin, he still tries to insist nothings wrong. “I'm fine, baby.” Not that he thinks Ryder will believe him. Part of him thinks Ryder may have learned to tune out those words, well aware that it's almost always a lie. “It's from before camp, it's nothin'. Just took a couple'a days to really show up, it's fine.”