#◜&&. 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲◞

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Plot ⇥ okay, but extra-messy “we used to date five years ago and we still love each other but we haven’t seen each other in ages until now, and i’m in this club watching you dancing and making out with someone else, and you just went into the bathroom and i’m sort of drunk and REALLY pissed off so i think i’m gonna beat the crap out of your new date now” au

Starter for ⇥ @ruinedsoulsrp

It was that time to finally move on, that was what her friends kept telling her as she went out to the club. She wore an outfit that was a bit too revealing to some peoples thoughts but it worked for the club style. She was here to drink and have a fun time. She ended up having a handful of drinks, grinding up against someone as they flipped their arms around her waist, her hand nesting on the back of his neck. Her mind flashed of Brock but she blinked it away as she turned around, letting her dress ride up a bit as she found herself kissing him while her hips moved. She was having the time of her life when she had to pull away from him. ❝ Shit, excuse me, I have to pee. ❞ She laughed as she quickly ran off to the bathroom to use it as the drinks were finally hitting her.

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@cursivebloodlines - @elegancemultimuse - @eternityszn

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Plot ⇥ someone give me a plot where muse a is a cop/firefighter/military/etc whose partner/best friend gets killed in the line of work. before they pass, their friend makes them promise to take care of muse b, their spouse. muse a takes the promise to heart, helping muse b make the arrangements and becomes the rock while muse b’s entire world is turned upside down. but soon muse a begins to fall for muse b, despite their fear of crossing a boundary or being the reason for their friend’s death ( and bonus points if muse b is pregnant when their spouse dies )

Starter for ⇥ @cursivebloodlines

Everything stopped. The way the rain came down on the house, she couldn't even hear the pitter patter of the droplets. Her husband died. Here she was standing there completely at a lose. She was four months pregnant at this point in time. Her heart had stopped. The voice she was listening to stopped. It was just pain that sat in her chest as she blinked a couple of times. What was Kaitlyn supposed to do? She was trapped alone in the world now. Husband gone and nobody else to have. ❝ How... ❞ She muttered as she just physically couldn't process it. Her hand landing on her belly. What was she to tell their child? How was she to raise a child on her own

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☎️ kaitlyn/aaron <3 :) (LOVE ME TOO<3)

Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You:

What My Muse Has For Your Muse's Contact Info: Aaron Carter. She feels guilty if she were to put anything else on his name.

What Their Ringtone Is: Andante, Andante, herself singing it because he's cracking down her walls slowly. She likes to add her own music as ringtones or someone's voice to make it more personal..

The Last Text They Sent Your Muse: ❛ 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞…𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜. ❜ She's not big on texting. She would rather just call or talk on the phone so there's less miscommunication. She would keep her sound on just to ensure that she wouldn't miss a text or call.

What Image My Muse Has For Your Muse In Their Phone: She couldn't help it with the photos. They were so sweet that they put a smile on her broken hearted face.

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@cursivebloodlines asked: [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] - for kaitlyn/aaron <333

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver’s shoulders.

Going out for a walk was exactly what the two of them needed. She was finally getting better about being alone in her house without Grayson. Without him there and with Aaron there it made everything so much easier. She was finally smiling once again and she was already six months pregnant at this point. She was tired of just sitting down at home. When Aaron got off it was like her home was his at this point, expecting him to be here with her. She had a distant look on her eyes as she looked out to the world. Everything seemed so quiet and there was a nip in the air that she was not expecting. She felt his coat drape over her shoulders which drew her attention back toward him with a soft smile on her lips, her fingers wrapping around the edge to hold it on her body. She wasn't allowed to feel this was toward him. She wasn't allowed to start to feel something. ❝ Thank you, I was not expecting it to get this cold this fast. But... I think we can catch the sun setting soon. ❞

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WHAT GENRE OF BOOK WERE YOU WRITTEN FOR, AND DID YOU SURVIVE TO THE END?

Written for a children’s book to live and tell a cute story

You are very sweet and very excitable. You love to explore and have fun. You also have a love of learning and somehow manage to learn a lesson each time you explore (imagine that). When you do go on one of your adventures, like in your book, you of course manage to make it home just before the sunsets in time for dinner.

Tagged By: @ruinedsoulsrp

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This was never a world in which Kaitlyn thought that she would be alone. Not technically alone but it felt it physically and mentally right now. She didn't have her husband anymore, she didn't have parents, step parents, siblings, she hardly had friends because most of them would only use her just to ogle Grayson or to share gossip in which she was never one to partake in. She never cared for gossip because you never knew the real story, the true story. Right now it was a process of Grayson. Of how his death meant that he wasn't coming back. It meant that she would never get to say I love you to his face again. Never would she get to see his face, smell his smell as she hugged him. She wouldn't get any of that back and she couldn't blame anyone, she could only blame the person on the opposite end of that weapon that made him draw his last breathe. It was like she could visually see it happened. She could see him being the hero that he was and it tore her apart. The only person whome she felt any kind of possible comfort was Aaron. This was like his house the amount of times that he would come over and she never complained, she would offer him a beer, make dinner, the three of them spending time together or Grayson and him while she could see the laughs and smiles coming from their direction. Everything was changing and she was gutted. She felt so sick to her stomach from the pain that it was sometimes hard to tell if it was pregnancy or from the pain of his death.

She wasn't sure if she was being selfish by saying that he couldn't overstay his welcome or not but she needed him here. If he wasn't here she would be on the floor, motionless just staring off into nothing. She would stay there for hours on end, not eating, not sleeping, she would just be this numb thing in an empty house. Her body was so mentally tired that her brain was shutting itself down, she could hardly find the will power to get up and take action, to move and find the motivation to continue on through a normal day. She wasn't herself, she was this foreign object just trying to be lucid and continue on a day to day basis. Hearing that she wouldn't be alone let her take a breathe of air, let her fill her lungs with the air that her and her future baby needed. Her nimble fingers were shaking as they brought themselves up to wipe her eyes. She had to try and find her voice, one that wasn't breaking or quiet. One that wasn't saying that she wasn't okay, that she might break at any given moment in time. She let our a breathe of air that she didn't realize she was holding but now... Aaron was all she had left. She didn't just lose her husband, he lost his best friend and partner. ❝ Like a human pillow. ❞ She tried to joke as she let out a half laugh finally.

Processing grief was never taught to him but he had lost friends on the job before, so he dealt with it the best that he good. But this… this was different. It was personal. It was because of Aaron. His fault. His stomach churned every time the reminder entered his mind - which it was doing continuously, on a neverending loop. On the outside, he looked seemingly okay. Definitely gutted, but he also felt like his movements were robotic. Automatic, almost mechanical. Numb. The pain was raw like a gaping, open wound but he willed it within himself to pull himself together. For Grayson’s sake. For Kaitlyn’s sake. He imagined what his father would tell him. How he would chastise him endlessly, ridicule him, yell at him. Make him feel like that little boy he once was who wanted nothing but his father’s approval. Or any member of his family, really. But never received. Instead, he would get nothing but demeaning comments. Hurtful words that would feel like knives, and a reminder to man up and Can’t you do anything for once in your fucking life and Stop whining about it and do something. And so on, and so on forth. No comforting words, no you did everything you could. No ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ None of that. They never were an empathetic, caring family filled with love. No matter how things may have seemed to outsiders. Either way, It would rub salt into wounds. To be ridiculed for feeling any semblance of human emotion for his deceased best friend. Being here, trying to help Kaitlyn to the best of his ability…In a way, she was all he had. As much as he was there to help her, there was a selfish part of him that was trying to help himself, too. 

A weak smile traced his lips at Kait’s assurances. He could never overstay. The smile was barely there, and there was certainly no light in his eyes at this point. But it was still visible. A glimpse. Something, anything. “I - Thanks…thank you…” Quite often, Aaron would joke at how this place was like a second home to him. He probably spent more time here than at his own home, though he obviously knew when he overstayed his welcome - he wasn’t that bad. Yet still, her words touched him. Her reassurance calmed him, like the stroke of a warm touch. Another puncture wound to his heart as she spoke. She sounded so crestfallen, so fragile and delicate. As though she would break if she spoke any louder. As if he could knock her back with as something slight as a poke. Part of him wanted to tell her she needed to sleep, regardless. However, when she spoke. He just knew. He understood because Aaron knew he probably would never get another good night’s sleep again. Every time he so much as blinked, all he could see was Grayson. One way or another, they would succumb to it eventually due to sheer exhaustion. But he wasn’t going to remind her of that, nor put any pressure. Clearing his throat, he uttered gently, “You won’t be alone.” Even with clearing his throat, he sounded croaky. His words wavered, so he cleared his throat again, hoping to regain the ability to speak again. He promised he would stay as long as she needed him. And if she needed him here to be able to sleep, even for ten minutes, then surely it was better than nothing at all. Anything was something. “I’ll be right here; if that’s what you want. Whatever you need. I'm here, so you might as well use me however you want, while I'm around” he half-joked at the end, even cracking a slightly more visible but wobbly smile. (@huntrcssqueen)

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The smart thing for Kaitlyn was probably to just walk away and just give him the push to take care of his face but there she was, grabbing ahold of him and guiding them out of the club. Her eyes dropped down to their hands, their hands fit together seamlessly. So perfect that it felt right to have their fingers laced together. Her care and feelings for him never faded but she was pretty good about hiding the fact, right? ❝ Beyond pissed still but... you're welcome. ❞ She stated as she didn't move her hand this time away from him now, she simply just pulled him along to her apartment. It was only a slight walk before she unlocked the door and walked inside, grabbing a block of ice and passing it over to him. ❝ For the swelling. Now... why are you even getting so worked out about who I'm with if we're supposed to be broken up. No longer a duo. ❞

Brock was somewhat surprised when she grabbed hold of him and began to lead him toward the exit of the club. He couldn't deny he was pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless. But there was also the sense of satisfaction; that she obviously still cared about him; maybe in the way he still cared about her, even if he didn't know how to properly voice or express that. His lips quirked into a slight smirk at her words and he nodded. "Fair enough." he allowed as he moved his wrist from her grasp to instead take a hold of her hand, lacing their fingers together effortlessly and giving her hand a slight squeeze. "Thanks. I know yer probably still pissed...but thanks." he offered, his broad shoulders shrugging.

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In the moment, many many moments later, all Kaitlyn wanted to do was down a bottle of alcohol. Numb her body. Numb her lips and their feelings. Numb her fingers so that everything just felt funny. Numb her mind so that she just forgot everything, numb is so that everything would just go black. But she couldn't. Not without hurting her baby. The last bloodline that was Grayson Thorne. She had to honour him somehow, had to bring their baby to life, love it unconditionally. She was gutted about everything right now. Her whole world had changed. Not only hers but also Aaron's. It wasn't just her husband, her best friend but it was also his. His partner, his best friend. The two of them shared the pain in their hearts. Their lives would ever be the same again, they would never have the three of them together again. She could remember all the times that they were altogether or even just her late husband and him together. She remembered the smile on their faces, even her own. Not anymore. Now it was just tears, frowns and anger toward the world.

Holding onto him, holding onto that human contact felt so wrong but also so right. Holding on for support and comfort for each other. Her hands clung onto his clothing for dear life. They clung onto him to try and ground herself because her mind was high up in the sky. She needed to put her mind set in being there for him as well instead of just being a widowed woman.

She was anything but a laugh and smile, she knew that she needed to try. She knew that she wasn't the only one that was hurting right now so cracking a joke felt like the right thing to do. She had to fight through the sick, gutted feeling in the pit of her stomach. She cared about Aaron, she did and she was being cruel it felt like with the lashing out, with using him as comfort. ❝ That's just what makes you special. ❞ Her words were barely there with that sentence but a fraction of a smile was on her lips like a ghost. Kaitlyn's arms were wrapped around him like a warm embrace she almost forget what it felt like, holding him close and tightly with a sense of safety and security. Each of them needed this moment. As they lay entwined on the couch, a fragile sense of peace washed over her. It was a fleeting moment, a brief respite in the storm of life's challenges that was thrown at her. But in that instant, she found strength in his embrace, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounded them. ❝ Good. ❞ The way she whispered her words, barely audible, as her face found solace against his chest, speaks volumes of comfort, trust and exhausted she had.

Truthfully, Aaron wondered if he was overstepping by ‘offering his services’ as a human pillow or a punching bag. But the suggestion and offer only felt natural and if Kaitlyn had told him to back off, he would’ve respected that. And he would have tagged an apology on the end, just to be on the safe side. He didn’t mean anything by it other than offering a source of comfort, yet there was a voice in the back of his head with an uncanny resemblance to Grayson that was telling him to watch his step, don’t get too close. He supposed that had something to do with the grief working it’s ridiculous magic, trying to suffocate him. It’s not like he was trying anything with Kait - god, no, he wouldn’t dare to dream of it - but to add a little joke to lighten the dark mood looming over the two of them whilst also trying to make sure he was being useful to her. Or at least semi useful. Another traitorous thought nestled in the back of his mind: would he offer her the same if Grayson was here with them, alive? Maybe the punching bag, he silently mused to himself. Then again, if he had been there with them in that moment, they probably would not have been having this conversation in the first place.

The next thing he knew, Kaitlyn opted for the human pillow approach (though he knew the other option was still an option if needed… why that kept entering his mind, he’ll never know), and Aaron hadn’t quite braced himself for impact. A genuine, actual smile tugged at the very corners of his lips and he couldn’t help but pull her in closer. They both needed this and there was no point in pretending otherwise. Humans needed comfort, especially in trying times. It was something he never received a lot even as a kid, and so he tried his best as an adult to do what he was never given. Sure, he screwed up at times (a lot, even) but he vowed to do the opposite with her. For his own sake and for hers.

A breathless laugh escaped his lips at her rebuttal, a sincere smile spreading across his face. Only a small one, but it was there nonetheless. Of course she would be the one to do that in this situation. She was the one who lost everything and yet she still managed to crack a joke. Aaron wondered if it was for his benefit. Either way, he wouldn’t question it. Didn’t really want to know the answer either way. “Well, surely you should know now that I’m very good at that.” Like being the reason his best friend was dead and Kaitlyn was without a husband, for example. Adjusting his position slightly so both of them could feel more comfortable, Aaron pulled her closer to him. It was automatic, like an instinct if you will. Hearing the desperation in her voice as she asked him to stay where they were, he gave her a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere, Kait,” he murmured into her hair, rubbing soothing circles against her back. “We can stay like this for however long you need.” In all honesty, he really didn’t want to move any time soon either, so it made him feel much more at ease knowing that this was what she wanted too. Having her nestled close enough to him, he could hold on to her like a lifeline too. Because as much as he wanted to be there for her, as much as he was keeping a promise to his best friend, he really needed her too. Maybe this way both of them could get some rest from the hardship of the day? Only time would tell.

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❝ First time or not, come on. ❞ She stated as she let out a deep sigh and went to grab his wrist to pull him along. She couldn't stop caring about him no matter how many years or how long time had passed by. Her mind would always go back and think about him at some point in time and their old relationship they had. ❝ We're putting ice on that face so that you still look... like you. ❞ Hot. She wanted to say hot.

THE END

At her words, Brock's hand dropped almost like her cheek had burned him, and they found the safety of his pockets immediately. He'd never been the best at doing what he was supposed to do. Sure, he'd been the one to fuck up their relationship, but that didn't mean he didn't still feel something for her, didn't mean he didn't still hate the idea of her with anyone else. A slight smirk quirked his lip, "Wouldn't be the first time." he said with a slight shrug.

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This time she let his hand reach up against her cheek, let it rest there as it felt like a fire igniting inside of her all over again. Dammit she hated that he had such a pull on her. ❝ You need to move past this. You and I aren't a thing anymore, Brock. ❞ She told him flatly as head spun around in circles. She was doing her best moving on, doing her best to enjoy her time, dance and make out with other people, try and find that happiness again. ❝ Seriously your face is going to bruise like crazy and you need ice. ❞

Brock knew he should have felt guilty that he'd interrupted her night, but he didn't, especially not now that her attention was focused back on him. Her hint of a laugh caused a slight smirk to quirk the corner of his lips. He was sure his face was starting to bruise but he didn't care. Without thinking too hard about it, he reached a hand up and rested it against her cheek as he shook his head. "First two might be true, but you never look like shit." he assured, and while he was known for his silver tongue, he meant the statement entirely.

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With the whole situation that just unfolded before her, Kaitlyn felt so conflicted. She still did love Brock, missed how he would kiss her, touch her but she also knew that they weren't good. They were toxic and messy and it had been five years! Five years since she'd seen him, since she heard his voice, touched his skin. ❝ S'okay? Are you shitting me right now? ❞ She half laughed, more of being a 'you're an idiot' laugh. She pulled her hand back as she shook her head. ❝ You're drunk. I'm drunk, I look like shit right now. ❞ She stated as she wanted to grab his hand again because his touch gave her such a thrill of electricity through her body.

He knew he shouldn't have hit the guy, but doing what he was supposed to had never been Brock's strong suit. Clearly whoever he was didn't have a longer connection than tonight to Kaitlyn because he walked off which the brunette was grateful for; he didn't know if he wouldn't end up hitting him again if he had the opportunity. When she walked toward him, his hues looked her up and down. Christ, somehow the time that had passed had only made her all the more beautiful. Brock winced slightly when her fingers graced his face and a slight huff of a chuckle left him at her assessment. "S'okay." he offered with a shrug of his shoulders as his hand reached up to grasp hers at his cheek. "You look good."

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This was never how Kaitlyn planned to meet her ex again, she never planned or imagined that it was because of a club, because of a fight with the guy that she was dancing with. She was in just as much shock because she could feel her heart shattering at the sight of him being hurt, getting punched in the face. ❛ Shit ❜ She thought to herself, she was still in love with the man that was looking right at her, staring right at her. Her feet walked toward him, closing the distance, feeling like everything was going in slow motion, that everything was just silent in the air. Her fingers moved upwards to gently touch his face. ❝ You need ice.. ❞

Brock's head turned slightly when he heard Kaitlyn's voice call his name, and it gave the other man an opportunity to return a hit to his face, and the brunette was about to reel back and deliver another punch, but Kaitlyn's calling of his name caused him to hesitate and instead he simply shoved at the other man before turning to face his ex. She looked beautiful, even if she did look marginally surprised with a mix of sure disapproval. His mouth opened, but he didn't have any proper words and so it closed again, his jaw clenching slightly as he stared at her, a bruise beginning to take form under his eye.