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BENTRULE: an independent, private, selective multimuse account featuring canon characters from various media sources. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! beware of mature themes that will be present on this blog. fill out interest tracker before following, otherwise i will not follow back. low / sporadic activity, runs primarily on queue. mun is twenty - three who resides in eastern timezone and goes by she / her pronouns. COMPOSED BY CIERRA / CICI.
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sorry guys, semi hiatus being activated. school & work have been kicking my ass and i am mentally drained by the end of the day, so i haven’t gotten the opportunity to write.
❔ !!
kristen! hello! i have a few ideas, especially because i've had my eyes on your blog for a long time!
allison + stiles: i think that this dynamic was one that wasn't explored, and i'd love to be the one to do that. i haven't ever written them, and whether it be romantic or platonic, i think their chemistry as a dynamic would be fun to write! maybe a post show au where allison survived ( or came back ) and they both end up in the same area? same college, if stiles elects to not go for the fbi? i do have a verse for that! a complete au? so down for the possibilities! stiles + nancy: i think they would suit each other so well, either with nancy in a teen wolf verse or stiles in a stranger things verse! they're both intuitive and heavily involved in the things going on in their town, so it would be fun to bounce them off each other! stiles + lexi: i don't really have a reasoning, i just think they're both always in the background and feel less than. i don't know what plot would be a result from this, but it would definitely be interesting and i think they would get on well! scott + lexi: this is more specific, i think lexi in a teen wolf verse as a replacement for allison in s1 or even a s3 entrance instead of kira would be so fun. more predictable mentions that are obvious so i don't have to explain: stiles + lydia, scott + lydia, scott + stiles
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send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!
FRAEGILES,
it knocks the air out of her lungs, everything frozen in time for a second as arms wind around her frame, holding her close, tight. there is hesitation, touch does not come easy to her, rejection having made her weary, the pain of it magnified by time &. repetition. it’s natural though, her arms around his waist, her temple pressed against the column of his throat and her eyes closing tightly, trying to hold onto this, touch - starved kid with sorrow that seems to leak from her pores. a sniff, trying to hold back the tears that falls softly against the fabric of her shirt, sneaking an arm between them, rubbing her nose against her sleeve. ❛ you really think that ? ❜ her voice sounds meek against the certainty of his, her heartbeat slower now, her anxiety feeling manageable ( she remembers reading somewhere that being hugged actually lowered the heartrate, that it helped with panic attacks ) and her tears are silent remains of her turmoil, arms both back around his middle, tightening slightly, hoping to provide him with the comfort he’s just offered. ❛ or are you saying that just to make me feel better ? ❜ she wishes to scream her strength, to unfold her life story, to show him the scars that prove the battles she survived. but there are no word, fear of being ridiculous making her tongue heavier, feeling powerless &. useless, a recurring theme in the running script in the back of her head. eyes close, enjoying the warmth, as if strong arms held pieces together. brown eyes flicker open to catch the sight of tear tracks, slight widening of hues before she takes a small step back, ❛ i’m so sorry, i cried all over your shirt, ❜ fingers useless as they press against fabric, trying to swipe away wetness, sleeves of cardigan trying to wipe her face clean, too embarrassed to look up. little lexi, feeling small against his strength, feeling sheltered as she looks up to sky blues eyes, feeling a mess with red eyes and rosy cheeks. ❛ thank you, fez, for, ❜ shrug cannot be helped, filling the space she doesn’t have the words for.
❝ i really fuckin’ think that. i ain’t the typa person to tell you shit just ‘cause i think it’ll make you happy. shit, if i was tryna do that, i’d tell you that i didn’t sell her the drugs and she prolly got sold fake shit. ❞ that would prove him innocent when he’s guilty, but he can’t blame himself for how rue used what he sold her. HE DOESN’T HAVE THE TIME. fezco feels the tension slowly leave her body through her shoulders dropping against his frame and her breaths becoming more even, letting his eyes close to relish the feeling of RARE PHYSICAL CONTACT. ❝ i swear on my life, lexi. i just saw her yesterday, and she ain’t suicidal. i’ve seen it way too goddamn much, i ain’t see it in her. ❞ he nods his head, affirmatively, blue eyes that are certain fixated unwaveringly on her. it’s inappropriate timing and he feels like a fucking creep, but now more than ever he takes into notice how goddamn gorgeous this girl is. maybe he’s just trying to distract himself from another tragedy in his fuckin’ life, but it’s what he has to focus on right now. NOT FOR HIMSELF, BUT FOR LEXI. when he pulls away completely, he doesn’t know why he did. he finds himself wanting to reach back out and take her back in his arms, but now that it’s gone, he knows the moment is too. he looks down at his shirt, shrugging and wiping at it with his thumb. ❝ no sweat. cheap ass shirt anyways. ❞ it wasn’t, but she didn’t need anything else on her plate to eat herself alive over. ❝ what d’ya need, lil’ howard? i can close up shop, we can go visit her an’ make sure she’s good with your own two eyes. ❞ he hopes he hides the fear, sadness, in his own voice well enough. FEZ, ALWAYS THE PROTECTOR, NEVER THE PROTECTED.
OPTIMST,
it’s such a surreal feeling to have him here again. in her life , in her house. of course she’d often thought about it , imagined how their meeting would go ( truthfully , in her mind it went by a lot less awkward. ) or how he’d react upon meeting the kids that had only been wishful thinking at that point in time. but now she finally doesn’t have to wonder anymore because he’s really here. despite all the initial strangeness and weirdness and discomfort ― it will fade eventually. she hopes. maybe this whole thing will give them a chance of closure … or perhaps a new beginning ? there’s still a lot that needs to be unpacked , emotions to be sorted through ; everything’s coming back to her full force. [ topics she will have to think about another time , their kids are her priority. after all , they’re the reason he’s come here. ]
noting the subtle glances as he looks around , she holds her breath and suddenly feels a little self conscious about her home. rationally , she’s no reason to. it’s her house and she’s proud of it. ( just like she’s proud of the many things she’s accomplished since she left seattle. ) still , for just a second she’s afraid he'll absolutely hate it. apparently her fear’s for nothing. ❝ thanks. ❞ the smile she’s giving him feels less stiff and more genuine. ❝ i made muffins. and cookies. and a cake. if you want to eat anything … or we could just go upstairs to the nursery. i just put the twins to sleep right before you arrived so i’d rather not wake them yet but i understand if you wanna meet them. i mean that’s the whole reason you’re even here and ― ❞ she has to stop herself from rambling even more , already sure she’s starting to sound like a crazy person again. which is definitely not the kind of impression she wants to give off now. ❝ i’m sorry. it’s just … i’ve never done this before. ❞
alex never thought he would be in the presence of izzie stevens again ― then again, all of his goddamn beliefs have been dead wrong. ( he never thought he would have kids with izzie stevens, let alone be a father, eat or smell her baking again, visit her in a house she bought in the middle of nowhere, see her healthy as can be. remind him to never play the friggin’ lottery. ) he finds himself desperately searching for any sign of them, noises, toys, eyes, trying to distract himself from the thoughts that were gnawing at him. DID THEY LOOK LIKE HIM? his search proves effortless as izzie answers the question that he doesn’t voice ― where are they? he doesn’t try to hide his disappointment, nose scrunching and hand scratching at his chin. he lets himself look at her, REALLY LOOK AT HER, and he hates the pride that explodes in his chest when he notices just how healthy she actually appeared. his eyes divert back to pretending to look around the house even though he already scoured the room, unable to let his gaze linger.
his heart plummets to his stomach as soon as she suggests it, but why? it’s what he’s been waiting for since the phone call. going to see them would be directly confronting the fact that he’s a father. A FATHER WITH A CHOICE TO MAKE. two conflicting roles in two places, two lives, someone will lose. but what other choice does he have? the thought of eating anything makes his stomach churn, swallowing saliva that begins to build up excessively in his mouth. ❝ yeah, we can go. i wanna see them ― i won’t wake ‘em up. ❞ he can’t help the deep laugh, a mostly ironic one, that abruptly comes with her apology, if that’s what it’s supposed to be. it’s not necessarily funny, but he cackles with such fervor that the corners of his eyes become moist and he has to wipe at them with the back of his hand. HE’S GOING CRAZY. ❝ what am i supposed to say to that? i’m glad? jesus, iz. i’ve never done this before either, ya know. ❞
FRAEGILES,
he knows. before she finds the strength, before the truth falls from her lips, he knows. she can read the worry on his features, something reaching out and it soothes her pain for a second, thinking it was the right decision to come to him. the guilt falls on him like a wall of brick falling apart, she is a witness to the impact, the shock as he seems to shrink on himself, her mouth pressing to keep sobs in her lungs, her fingers digging in her forearms, holding herself back from crossing the space between them, ridiculous thought that she could offer him comfort, that she would even know how to go about it ( that he would even want that from her ). ❛ she is, she is. ❜ the fast pace of her words are underlined by a step taken toward him, fingers nearly reaching for him once more before they fall limply against her side, one arm remaining across her belly as if holding herself together. his question takes her by surprise, watching the way his eyes avoid hers, her heart breaking all over again for him though he remains compassionate, thinking of her before of him. ❛ why would she do that to us ? ❜ it is barely uttered, mixing with background noise of the store, pad of her fingers pressing against her cheeks, futile attempt to push away tears.
a breath that he doesn’t know he’s holding is released through his nose in relief, his lungs enjoying the relief from the dull burn. she is. he’s seen a lot of shit go down in this business, from people going homeless in the worst of their addiction to DYING ON THE STREETS ALONE. the confirmation that she’s okay without any other information is satisfactory in releasing some of the pressure from his chest, where his heart begins to slow. he doesn’t realize she’s stepped forward until he lifts his head at her second thought being voiced, his eyebrows knitted together in concern. he has seen shit, everything, but lexi howard hasn’t. it’s a fact that he fails to remember until her attempt to rid of the tears brings his attention to her rosy cheeks, THE INNOCENCE THAT LEAKS WITH EACH DROP. he shakes his head, stepping from behind the counter and wrapping his arms around her, hands resting on his elbows in a tight hold. ( not so tight that she can’t pull away and escape from the comfort if it isn’t needed. ) he lifts his head to rest his chin atop her hair, ❝ hey, don’t be talkin’ like that. she ain’t do that on purpose, i promise. if it was a suicide attempt, rue’s stubborn enough that she’d make damn sure she didn’t end up in the hospital. this shit’s usually an accident. ❞
FRAEGILES,
she is red eyes and trembling lower lip, she is friendship in hospital bed and her heart tittering on the verge of breaking. and she has looked, with pleading and yearning soul, lexi had looked for a soul that would understand, for empathy more than pity, for someone with heart full of love for rue. her feet had known before the thought found her mind, pressing on pedals until she found herself at his door, question stumbling from her lips as soon as she caught sight of fezco : rue’s friend with kind eyes and communicating laugh. her stomach twists as his body turns, the innocence on his features making her lips press as if it could keep the sadness at bay. it takes a few seconds, with her eyes in his, trying to catch strength, to steal a bit of his steadiness and pour it around her bones, brave, ❛ no, she, ❜ all muscles tense beneath her skin, around her skeleton, biting her lower lip before deep breath fills her lungs, ❛ she’s in the hospital, fez, she, she overdosed. ❜ the last word is whispered like a secret &. she wonders who it hurts more, that single word : fezco or her ?
the second fezco comes face to face, chest parallel, eyes diving into the depths of hers, HE KNOWS THAT IT ISN’T WHEN HE ASSUMED. there’s an innate urge to reach out and comfort her without her saying anything that calls for it. ( but he’s never been good at it. who has he had to offer it to? if anyone’s needed it, he can’t see the signs past the windows of his business and the responsibilities keeping him up until the sun rises. ) he’s never been on a silent knowing type of level with lexi, but her worry is so PAINFULLY READABLE that it makes his heart beat aggressively and uncomfortably. when she says the words, his head drops between his shoulders and his fingers grip the edge of the counter. GUILT AND BLAME overwhelm him and the corners of his eyes begin to sting as he breaks the contact, a litany of profanity being released quietly under his breath. it’s all your fault. ❝ is she okay? ❞ he lets a breath leave his lungs, a pause linger in the air, ❝ are you okay? ❞
abandoning the restocking of the cigarettes behind the counter, fez turns his head over his shoulder to look at @fraegiles, the fabric of his overworn grey t-shirt rubbing against the unkempt scruff on his chin. when the bell to the door rang and lexi howard walked in, he nodded his head and resumed his responsibilities. IT ISN’T OUT OF THE ORDINARY FOR HER TO VISIT HIM AT WORK. but the urgency in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed, the panic shown in round brown eyes. he turns his body completely, eyebrows furrowing in silent questioning, shaking his head. ❝ nah, what’s goin’ on, lex? ❞ he initially figures that she stole shit from her again, got herself in trouble with the cops, ran off just to resurface days later when her drug supply ran low. ❝ everything good? ❞
