#;hale

[w-onderfulwonderful]

@notsobasic

Hale was sitting in the rec room, his fingers a little red from having not put his mittens on soon enough. The ones his mom sent from home that weren’t knitted very well, but held some sentimental value. The days were getting longer, and the kids on campus were slowly fading off, leaving the entire area a little colder. He tried not to let it get to him, but with the kids went his school friends, and while they weren’t the greatest friends in the world, they fulfilled a purpose. Now all that was left was the new guy. Which... Wasn’t a bad thing. Or maybe it was. He couldn’t afford to think about it too much right now.

[lxsxngeles]

( @w-onderfulwonderfull )

isaiah stared at his son’s computer, watching the third video of a father fucking his son on hale’s hard drive, rubbing his cock from the outside of his jeans. “fuck,” he hissed, disgusted, confused, and most of all, horny from his discoveries. he clicked the “x” on the window, covering his face with both of his hands as he processed what he’d just watched. he remembered the pornography site name–it had been emblazoned into his brain at the beginning of every video and in the corner as a logo. he left his son’s room, abandoning his original attempt to update hale’s computer as a surprise in order to go to his own room and computer to investigate. a simple search led him to a website dedicated to porn of dads fucking their sons. isaiah wished his fucking hard-on would subside, but it only got worse with each video he clicked on. they were only previews–evidently he needed to pay for them. because hale had them downloaded, isaiah assumed he’d found them torrented some how, but he’d rather be safe and just fucking pay to do some research. when he’d found enough, he waited for his son to come home in the living room, headphones in as he watched yet another video. he had a plan to hopefully humiliate hale enough to drop it forever. 

[secondhandmckie]

❝ i hope you know just how full of worth you are. ❞ molly

Affectionate and Affirming Prompts

Sometimes, she had moments. It wasn't particularly something Molly wanted to talk about, nor was it something she particularly wanted an audience for--but Hale was developing this habit of catching her right when she was feeling her most exposed. Worse? He had the habit of telling her right what she needed to hear at the moment...whether she was ready to accept it or not.

"Well, don't make it weird." She mumbled with a small sniff, brushing at her face with the back of her hand. Even so, she allowed herself to be drawn against him, wrapping her arms around his middle. Maybe she could let herself be here for a moment or two, walls down. There would be plenty of time to rebuild them.

[secondhandmckie]

❝ come here, come sit in my lap and tell me about your day. ❞ jack, purely because the thought amuses us.

Affectionate and Affirming Prompts

His reply merely comes as a lifted brow, though there's reluctant amusement in his features. Maybe he had been glowering a little; there were times his ambulance partner tended to get on his nerves, and coupled with a few ornery patients (one that day he'd quite literally had to chase around the room for fear of harming himself further), Jack hadn't returned in the best mood. Trust Hale to call him on it in his own way.

"I don't think you could keep your hands to yourself long enough for me to say much of anything." Retrieving a cold bottle from the fridge, he began to rifle around in the drawer for the opener. "But if we're exchanging stories, you might as well get comfy. Want one?"

[secondhandmckie]

@wolfisheart | Starter

It's a gift, they said. To be so in tune with the other realms that you can be a conduit, a messenger. So few have the ability, she should be so proud!

What they didn't mention was the cacophonic shitshow it actually was to experience firsthand, and never did it start the same way. Whispers, flashes of moments in time--and never did it make sense. Never did they connect or follow chronologically, and the more she tried to ignore them, the louder they got. The more intense they got.

So, Molly got some help in tuning them out, the best way she knew how; by drowning them in liquor. It's what she's doing tonight, actually--drowning herself in liquor and constant coursing beat of the club. Hundreds of bodies gyrating to the music, and she's but one of them losing herself in the moment. Much better than the alternative--the ever nagging feeling she's missing something, forgetting something still present, but dim beneath one more shot of whatever's on special.

She meets his eye--easily one of the tallest dudes in the place, she always did like 'em tall--and considers the option for a brief moment. Molly's having fun on her own, she usually does, but it could be more fun with him. So, she beckons him over.