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okay! i have officially made the move to @sugartclking, and this blog is now archived. please be sure to follow me there if you want to continue writing with me. <3
the way i'm this close to moving to a new blog because my tags are all fucked up and barely work anymore when i go to tag anything... omg it's beyond frustrating
alright i've decided i'm moving to a new blog. i'm still in the process of setting it up, so i'll be dropping the @ soon when everything is all done.
For Xander, loving Scarlett and believing she belonged with him was a no brainer. Of course he loved her, of course he wanted to be with her for as long as she'd let him. She was working so hard, and he was so proud of her for how far she'd come in just a short amount of time. They bought a house. She was starting to make moves in her music. And yet, time and time again, when Scarlett had a setback like this, or when they had a fight, Scarlett held onto her belief that what Xander believed was simply the opposite of what she felt was reality. It worried him, truthfully, that one day the insecurity would crawl its way up her body and take over, leaving him in the dust as she retreated back into the deep scars of her old life. The most he could do was hold on, constantly reassure her that he wasn't going anywhere, and he loved her, and he would always take care of her. Like right now. Because no sooner had he disappeared into their shared closet to look for her pajamas did he hear the mattress suddenly creak, the covers rustling. Xander dropped the pajama shorts he had been holding and turned towards the bedroom. "Scarlett?" He ran out, but by the time he had, he could only see the back of her head disappearing into the bathroom. When he heard the retching, Xander stopped short. He turned, running towards their bed and snatching his water bottle off his bedside table. "I'm coming, baby, hang on." He practically barged into the bathroom, frowning as he saw the sigh before him: Scarlett, hunched over, her face practically disappearing into the white porcelain toilet in their bathroom. "I'm right here, baby," he said, his voice soft. He placed his water bottle next to her. "I've got you." He reached into the top drawer of the bathroom counter, where he knew Scarlett kept her hair stuff, and pulled free a hair tie from the pile of accessories. Silently, Xander bent down, sending a quick mental thank you to his sisters and mother for teaching him how girls properly do their hair. He gently tied Scarlett's hair up in a loose, low ponytail, before sitting just slightly behind her, rubbing her back with one hand while he held on to the water bottle with the other.
All Scarlett wanted to do was sink into the floor and recoil within herself. Every dry heave, every gag, and every humiliating sound echoed off the tiled bathroom walls and made her feel even more sick to her stomach. She hated this. Hated being this girl, the broken mess on the bathroom floor with smeared mascara and alcohol burning its way back up her throat. She hated it even more that Xander was there, seeing all of it. The cool tug of her platinum blonde hair being swept back startled her (she didn't even hear Xander come in after her), her stomach flipping again as she felt his fingers gather the strands gently. Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she tried to mumble something (an apology, maybe), but it got caught in her throat before it could even form. Instead, she just clutched the porcelain harder, nails pressing against the cold surface until her knuckles ached and practically turned white. "Don't—" Her voice cracked instantly, hoarse from having thrown up as much as she did. "Don't look at me like this." She could barely get the words out before another wave of sickness hit, her body trembling as she leaned forward again. Humiliation burned hotter than the alcohol, like she'd just proven herself right; that she wasn't built for this life, that she was always going to end up on her knees, a mess he had to clean up. But then, Scarlett felt Xander's hand rubbing slow, steady circles across her back, and despite everything, a sob slipped from her throat. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she both wanted him gone and wanted him closer at the same time. After the second wave hit her and she felt like she was done for the time being, she slowly lifted her head, but still refused to turn her head to look at him. "You deserve better than this... Better than me." And yet, even as she said it, Scarlett leaned back the slightest bit into his touch, like her body refused to let go of the comfort her heart didn't feel worthy of.
the way i'm this close to moving to a new blog because my tags are all fucked up and barely work anymore when i go to tag anything... omg it's beyond frustrating
"It'll be fine." As much as Gabi wanted to believe her own reassurances to Carter, she was pretty nervous herself. She loved getting to see him get to know Emilia over the past few weeks, getting to see the way she warmed up to him with all her childhood innocence. All the while, though, Gabi had been fretting over how exactly to tell her that the man she knew as 'uncle Carter' was really her father. She was sure that Emilia would take to the news well. Maybe. She knew Emi liked Carter, well enough to trust him with the smallest of things about her life: crossing the street, making her breakfast. So it should be a no brainer to change his presence in her life from uncle to father. But it was nerve-wracking, thinking of all the ways it could go wrong. "You know she adores you, it's just a matter of...getting her to call you something different."
It'll be fine. Carter repeated it in his head like a mantra. He'd spent weeks with her now — weeks of making her laugh, holding her hand as they crossed streets, sitting at the kitchen table listening to her chatter about cartoons and school. Weeks of catching himself staring too long at her eyes, his eyes, and reminding himself that he wasn't imagining it... She was his. His little girl. And Emilia adored him just as much; that much was obvious. Gabriela was right about that. Emilia's smile whenever she saw him was proof enough, almost like he already belonged there. Like he always should have been there. Still, though, Carter's palms were damp as he rubbed them against his jeans. "It's gonna be fine," he whispered under his breath this time, not for Gabi, not for anyone else; just for himself. He swallowed hard, straightened himself out a little, and finally pushed himself to move until he was walking toward the other room where Emilia sat curled up with her new friend and the movie she was watching. His heart thudded loudly in his ears as he stopped in the doorway, glancing once at Gabi behind him before taking a deep breath. Then, with her following close behind, Carter crossed the room to his daughter where she was sitting on a chair, completely engrossed in the movie. That was until he bent down in front of her to get her attention. "Hey, you. How you liking your new friend? Did you give it a name yet?" He figured easing her into the conversation with something light first would help his nerves, or at least he hoped it would.
"when it comes to you? nah, bro. i gotta make sure you're all good," jeremiah said, not a single ounce of hesitation in his tone. carter would be that one guy that jeremiah always had his eyes on. more than for just admiring and lusting over from afar. but to make sure that carter was always okay. because, truthfully, that's all jeremiah actually cared about. if he had to pine after his best friend forever then so be it. he just wanted the damn kid happy. his eyebrow quirked up as carter reiterated that he was off today. which, jeremiah could have seen that with his own two eyes. however, jeremiah also had a hunch that there was a reason behind it. his arms crossed over his bare chest and he hummed as if he actually believed a single word that flew out of carter's mouth right now. "right and you just want me to believe that after the amazing training camp you just had. fuck right off with that shit, carter." he hated that he could feel the distance between them even though jeremiah was stood directly before carter. mere inches separated the dynamic duo and yet it felt like jeremiah stood on the other side of the damn locker room from carter. "see i was trying to let you do that, but you didn't bounce back like you always do. so how about you put your big boy pants on and talk to me?"
Carter let out an unamused laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back against his locker again. "Big boy pants, huh? You really rehearsed that one?" He tried to make it sound like a joke, but the edge in his voice betrayed him. The truth was, Jeremiah standing this close made it impossible to hold the line. Carter could feel every ounce of his focus burning under Jeremiah's gaze, and he hated that it rattled him more than any blitz he didn't see coming ever could. "You think I don't know I was shit out there today? You think I don't replay every off-target throw in my head before I even hit the showers?" His hand raked through his damp hair just before dragging it down his face in exhaustion. "It's not about bouncing back, Jay. Some days I can't... Shut it off." For a second, his eyes locked on Jeremiah's, all that frustration shifting into something heavier, something he didn't dare name. "You keep pushing like this, you're gonna get answers you don't actually wanna hear."
maverick kept cameron caged in against the door, pouring every ounce of feeling into their heated kiss. silently trying to tell cameron just how he felt about him. all the pent up emotions he's kept bottled over the past couple years now flowed out of him. the dam officially cracked and broken to never be repaired again. this was the line that maverick had been waiting to cross with cameron. waited to see if cameron ever returned the feelings and he did. the very thing that encouraged and motivated maverick to keep kissing cameron like he was the air he breathed. as if cameron's very kisses would keep him alive. the second cameron's hands fell to maverick's biceps it was like an explosion went off. his body pressed further against cameron's own and he groaned into the kiss. savoring the taste of the quarterback on his tongue.
maverick blinked himself back to the planet when cameron pulled away from the kiss. their breaths still mingled into the small space between them. all maverick would have to do was dip his head down and they'd be kissing once again. his own chest heaved in the air that it had been lacking for the past minute or so. his hand dropped to cameron's waist and rubbed soothing circles into it as his eyes bounced between cameron's own. "do you trust me?" he whispered, hand continuing with its motion. "you know i won't push you further than you're willing or able to, cam. but judging by the way you're still pressed here? you wanna kiss me again just as bad as i wanna kiss you again, right?"
Every nerve ending in his body was still lit up from the kiss, chest rising and falling like he'd just run a two-minute drill. He hadn't meant for his hands to find their way onto Maverick's arms, hadn't meant for the heat rushing through him to feel so damn good... But it did. God, it did. Cameron shifted his gaze down to Maverick's mouth when he spoke, noticing the way his lips parted, almost as if he were daring or tempting him. Do you trust me? Of course Cameron trusted the trainer, but that was precisely the problem. Trusting Maverick had never been the issue. Trusting himself? That was a whole different game. Cameron swallowed hard, realizing too late that he was still leaning into him, that his body hadn't taken the hint to move even though his brain was screaming at him to. "I... I do trust you," he admitted quietly. His eyes darted away for a second, shame creeping in slowly before they snapped back to Maverick's. "But I... Hell, I don't know what I'm doing here, Mav. I don't know what this makes me." He hated how vulnerable it sounded, hated how exposed he felt. And yet, beneath the panic twisting in his stomach, there was a craving he couldn't deny. The truth was written all over his flushed skin, in the way his lips still tingled for more, in the way he hadn't stepped back even once. So, before he could stop himself, Cameron reached up, cupping Maverick's face with both hands again. For half a second, he hovered there, his breath shaky, his pulse hammering loudly. And then, he finally just went for it. He pulled Maverick down and crashed his mouth against his once more, kissing him like he'd been starving for it without even knowing. Every ounce of his uncertainty melted into the pressure of that kiss, and this time, Cameron didn't pull away.
damian was well aware that was pushing the line a little with this. that maybe the reason they hadn't spoken about that night was because it wasn't time. but damian couldn't help himself. never could when it came to cameron. every ounce of his body wanted to just dive in headfirst without a second thought. "i wish you were . . . " damian admitted, trailing off at the end a little. was it too much? he wasn't sure, but he couldn't help that his entire being felt like it'd be better if cameron was by his side. everything would feel less crappy. his frown softened a little and he ran a hand over his face. god, this sucked. "then maybe we need to talk about that night. clearly something sparked between us there, cams. why ignore it?"
We need to talk about that night. Why ignore it? The thing they'd both danced around since it happened, like it was safer left unspoken and buried under miles and uniforms and excuses. Cameron dropped his gaze from the phone screen for a moment, dragging a hand down the back of his neck, trying to steady himself, but it was almost impossible. "Because we can't—" The words tumbled out before he could stop them, his voice damn near breaking. "We can't... Do anything about it." He then lifted his eyes back to the screen, and the look there betrayed him — regret, want, all tangled into one. "You think I don't want to? You think I haven't been running that night back in my head a hundred times since it happened?" Cameron shook his head, letting go of a shaky breath before speaking again. "But wanting and being able to aren't the same damn thing, D. And you know it."
well… it was nice to have been caught up and draft free for a couple days… i’m now back up to 30 drafts already. 😭
closed to → @pcpulr featuring beckham fairchild / based on this
"Hey, so... I may or may not have over-exaggerated my cooking skills... And blown up the oven."
closed to → @pcpulr featuring isaiah sutton
"You know, I think we really need to talk about what happened on that family trip."
it truly is me and my joebrina ships against the world
all decorum and thoughts of professionalism have fizzled away as she sits there giggling in between almost every other sentence. listens as he speaks, lips tugged into a soft smile. " well, i'm glad that i can make you laugh. " she admits with another soft laugh of her own. moment of silence as bethan pauses to take a breath before taking another sip from her drink. not even sure how the male's got her so effortlessly giggling in these moments, internally cursing at herself for being so almost giddy right now. trying to keep herself composed, though her cup isn't doing much to hide that or help her - but another sip of her drink is had. doesn't clock the ring still on his finger until hand is on his chest but she draws no attention to it, enjoying the moment right now and refusing to change the mood by being too inquisitive. " yeah and your drink might be cold too. " she teasingly jests in response with another laugh. " oh jamie please, i'm sure your ego will do just fine. " she adds with another laugh and a nod of her head. but then he leans in across the table and she feels her breath hitch in her throat for a moment, a gulp to force it down - internally almost screaming at herself for her inability to keep her cool and not make it obvious. " y - yeah.. i guess it does. and i'm sure you'll be impressed with my selection. "
Jamie couldn't help the way his grin grew bigger in size the more Bethan giggled. It was infectious, pulling something out of him he hadn't realized he'd been missing. He leaned back in his seat again, continuing to watch her try to hide behind her coffee cup, though it did little to cover the pink tinge of her cheeks. For a moment, he just let himself sit in it — the warmth of her laugh, the way her blue eyes sparkled as they caught the light, how easy it felt to be sitting across from her. And yet, underneath it all, that familiar pang of guilt still resided in his chest like a dull reminder. His thumb brushed absentmindedly against the band of his ring as he shifted, almost grounding himself before he shook the thought away. The teacher's jab about his drink had him chuckling again, hand still over his chest as though he was still offended. "Cold? Now you're just being cruel, Beth," he teased, though his eyes glinted with amusement. "My ego's taken a hit, sure, but I'll survive." He leaned in slightly again, unable to stop himself, the closeness making his voice drop just a touch quieter. "Something tells me I'll be impressed no matter what you choose."
"No, I just want to go home." She didn't ask whether or not Jamie had spoken to his sister to tell her what was going on, or if in fact he even knew what she was talking about. She was silent on the entire drive home, staring out the window as she replayed the night's events in her head. How would she even approach the subject? They had already talked about this prior to the dinner, and Carter was okay with meeting Jensen despite the warning. But she had no idea just how bad it would be. Oddly, she felt guilty. Guilty for not treating it as a joke, or pointing it out sooner, or something that could have completely voided her need for leaving home early. When they finally got home, Carter unlocked the door and went inside. "I'm going to get read for bed," she said, and without another word she went up the stairs to their bedroom.
The whole drive home, Jamie kept one hand on the wheel and one eye on Carter. He didn't need her to say a word; he could tell from the way she stared out the window that something was eating at her. When she brushed past him at the door and told her that she was going to get ready for bed, he almost let her go. Almost. But the emptiness in her voice and the way her shoulders slumped told him everything he needed to know: she wasn't being honest. So, Jamie followed her upstairs, leaning in the bedroom doorway as she fussed with her hair while sat at her vanity, clearly avoiding him at all costs. "Carter," he said quietly to get her attention. "What's going on?" He crossed the room slowly, closing the distance until he was right behind her, hands gently resting on her shoulders to comfort her. "Don't tell me it's nothing, either. I know something's bothering you."
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"Oh like...like right now?" It's not that Gabi wasn't necessarily ready to have something so permanent. It was gorgeous art, and she was excited to get the tattoo. It was, without question, the best thing that was going to happen to her today. It was certainly different to how she expected the day to go. The date that she had been stood up on was far out of her mind, and she was sure by tomorrow it would be a laughable, fun story to tell her friends and family. But thinking about having to be nearly half naked in front of this stranger gave her pause, and Gabi developed a sudden shyness as she tugged at the bottom of her t-shirt. "Do you need me to like...completely pull off my shirt or can I just like...kind of lift it up enough and hold it high enough to where you can reach the spot I want it in?"
Jordan couldn't help but let a small, amused smile tug at the corners of their lips as Gabi's sudden burst of shyness tumbled out in a rush of words. They tilted their head slightly, finishing up getting their station for the moment so they could give Gabi their full attention. "Relax, you don't gotta strip down for me," Jordan said gently, her tone laced with reassurance. "If you're comfortable, you can just lift your shirt and keep it out of the way. I've got clamps and tape if you need me to help hold it up, no big deal. The only thing that matters is that I can reach the spot without fighting fabric the whole time." She leaned back in her chair, giving her a moment to process, not wanting her to feel rushed. "You tell me what feels best for you, Gabriela. I'll work around it. My only rule is that you're comfortable. That's the most important part."
