#drabblefic

[phantomenby]

The Cornerstore Dos

It was another slow, slow night.

Your fourth night in a row actually. Fortunately you would only be on til two am.

But twelve hour shifts were hard either way.

And you were on again tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that.

You rubbed your eyes, smacking your cheeks a few times and trying to get your eyes to focus better. Looking around the store told you that it didn't need cleaning.

Though maybe you could reorganize something. Anything to make this night more bearable.

Honestly, it was a good thing you sold drinks, you had been eying some of the new flavoured energy drinks in the refrigerators to your right, the sparkling apple one crying out to you,

"Fuck it," you slid around the counter, opening the door with a woosh of cold air. The can was icy in your hands, soothing the callouses on your hands from carrying round boxes the past few days.

It was only a dollar, you could justify it.

Maybe your boss wouldn't notice

No. You needed this job, lest you have to move in with someone to save on rent and find a new source of income.

You rang it up and paid, placing the dollar in the tray, before sliding the receipt into your pocket as evidence.

Your boss, Mr. Springer, was frugal and noticed anything and everything that went amiss. People rarely stole from here outside of the summer months, and your beloved little shop attracted attention more for the strange foreign snacks it sold than anything else.

Air fizzed out of the small hole in the can and you pushed the tab down, a sweet artificial sent bursting through. You took a sip, and sighed as it burned down your throat, the cold was welcomed after a day in the Santa Carla heat.

It was only May, but you knew it would get worse.

The bell rang, and you turned from where you were leant with your back against the counter, a wide smile stretching across your face.

It soon fell. The two devil blondes crossing your vision.

"Sup babe."

"Don't call me babe, Paul."

He rolled his eyes, going towards the freezer where you kept ice-pops and small bottles of spirits.

Marko walked towards you, eyes green like the apples you could taste in your mouth.

"What'cha got there?" he nodded to the can, feigning curiosity to get you to engage in conversation.

You showed it to him, pulling it away as he went for it, "get your own bud."

He pouted, bringing on his signature puppy eyes, "got no money."

You mimicked him, "shame", and then downed the rest of the can, ignoring the dark look crossing his face.

"Meanie"

"What are you? Five?"

Paul slid up beside him, two small bottles of cheap vodka in his palm, letting you ring him up.

"Three dollars" you held your hand out, and he handed you a five, passing one of the bottles to Marko.

The curly blonde inspected it with a grimance.

You glanced outside, looking for their bikes.

"Not driving tonight?"

Paul shook his head, "getting in my cardio"

Narrowing your eyes you looked him over, "uh huh"

He stuck his tongue out, and pulled his friend out of the store, with a 'cya babe' that you grumbled at.

Your attention was quickly drawn away as another individual entered, heading straight to you and ordering a pack of smokes, wearing a yankees jacket and face aged from the sun.

[bxcktovampyrs]

a drabble

Klaus x OC / Klaus x Reader

Summary: Klaus and Y/N have had to deal with a lot of things recently and are taking a date night to themselves

Warnings: Lots of fluff :)

    Walking into the living room of the Mikaelson manor, you looked around, one hand resting on your hip. Your y/c hair was tossed into a haphazard ponytail and strands stuck out all over your head. 

    “Nik?” Taking a step forward, your slippered feet slid out from under you, causing your body to fall backwards and a shocked yelp to escape you. Right before crashing to the floor, there was a whoosh of air and you were suddenly held aloft in the arms of none other than the Hybrid himself. 

    Klaus Mikaelson looked down at you, his blue eyes narrowed in slight frustration, but mostly pure adoration. “Y/N, love, what’re you doing here? In slippers?” His gaze darted to your feet that hung over his arm. You felt self-conscious in the blue dress you wore, and in his arms it was hiked up to your hips. 

    “Um, just here to, you know, see you. Why else would I be here?” Kicking your legs a bit to try and get out of his arms, he eventually put you down and your dress fell back around your knees. “You seem busy, I’ll just, uh, go. I have, um, things to do? Yep, that’s it. My laundry needs washing and-” 

     Before you could finish, Klaus placed his hands on your cheeks and shot you an easy smile. “Wait. Let’s have a date night, alright? The family’s gone off, just you and I. What do you say?” 

      His strangely innocent smile and pleading blue eyes immediately caused you to agree, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. “Fine, fine. Your puppy dog eyes don’t fool anyone, mister.” 

      Klaus chuckled easily, pressing his lips to your forehead and directing you to the couch. “I’ll make dinner, pick out a movie, my love. Nothing too bad, please. Last time you chose the Notebook and-” 

      “Don’t say anything bad about the Notebook, it’s amazing! Don’t even start, your movie choices suck ass.” 

      He laughed loudly and shook his head, heading into the kitchen as you grabbed the remote and flicked through the movie choices. Unsurprisingly, the Mikaelsons had every site subscription one could get. You decided on Brooklyn Nine-Nine and waited for him to return with the food. 

     After an agonizingly long time, you stood and headed into the kitchen to figure out what was taking him so long. He was standing at the oven, juggling multiple foods and was struggling with making the pasta sauce. “Nik? Are you alright?” You were trying not to laugh at the sight of him not being the greatest cook. “Do you need help?” 

     He raised his index in her direction, stirring the sauce before flashing to the pasta as it began bubbling over. “I’m fine! A woman doesn’t deserve to be in the kitchen, you have no need to help me.” 

     “Niklaus, for the love of God, you’re so stubborn. Stop that, let me help.” You headed to the sauce, tasting it before adding some more salt. He didn’t bother flashing you out of the kitchen, you only would’ve returned. That was the problem with you, you both were equally as stubborn as the other. It created multiple headbutts in the relationship, but the arguments were a good stress relief in your opinion. 

      Pouring the sauce into its own bowl, you taste-tested it again and then looked over at Klaus as he doused the pasta in an unhealthy amount of butter. “Oh, Nik.” He looked up, guilt plastered on his face. 

     “Is it too much? I didn’t mean to ruin it-” 

      Oh, darn those puppy dog eyes.

      “No! It’s fine, it’s fine. You did amazing, it tastes great. Delicious.” 

      In truth, it tasted less than great but you weren’t going to tell him that. He wasn’t used to cooking, having survived on blood and you needing actual human sustenance was a new concept for him to figure out. “Niklaus . . . when was the last time you cooked?” 

      He blinked and closed his eyes, counting on his fingers for a moment. “It’s . . . been a minute. A good century or two, human food isn’t exactly a regular in my life, love.” He moved across the kitchen, brushing your hair back from your face. “But, I’m happy to make the disgusting food for you.” 

     You laughed at his joking manner and pressed your lips easily against his, hands resting on his neck. He was warm, which you had never expected from a vampire. His skin was warm under your palms, and you loved the moles on his neck. “Dork.” 

     He rolled his pale blue eyes and kissed your forehead, tugging you into an embrace. “Y/N, I do believe you’re the only person on this planet who thinks that.” 

     Resting your nose against the crook of his shoulder, you smiled. “Good.” 

     An hour and a messy dinner later, the two of you were sat on the couch watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. “You know,” you started, resting your back against his chest, “Holt reminds me a lot of Elijah.” 

     Klaus laughed loudly, his chest rumbling with the sound. “I was just thinking that. They are quite similar, maybe the writers interviewed Elijah beforehand or met him.” Klaus twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “I fell bad for them if they did, he’s such a bore.” 

     Snorting, you slapped his knee. “You’re such a jerk to him. Be nicer, maybe then you two won’t argue quite so much.” 

     Niklaus pulled your hair slightly, causing you to yelp in pain. He shot you a sly smile. “Mm, he’s just so easy to get into fights with, though.” 

     You released a drawn out sigh and shook your head, holding in a chortle. “You’re such a dick.” Twisting, you curled against his chest and closed your eyes, signalling you were tired. Klaus wrapped his arms around your back, too entranced in the show at this point to get to bed. 

     At some point, you fell asleep in his arms, and when you awoke, you were still in the same position. It was hours later and the TV was off, Klaus was passed out under you. His arms were wrapped tightly around your torso, and his nose rested in your hair. You smiled slightly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw.

      He mumbled in his sleep, shaking off your kiss with a sleepy sigh. “Nuh-uh, mate, go away. Taken.” He rolled, practically squishing you under his weight as he fell back asleep. You bit back a laugh and wrapped you arms around his neck, falling back to sleep yourself.

[ghastlyrosemaiden]

n//sfw drabble for uhh jimmy/const?

N//SFW Jimmy/Constantinos drabble (that inadvertently became a full on fic)

NOTE: aged up appropriately (18+)

Life at Bullworth has its ups and its downs. Jimmy has seen so many people come and go. Drop out, graduate, whatever. Since Gary leaving the school has improved and some of the Townies have returned. Not as if it’s in any way a good school. But it’s at least half decent. The cliques, for the most part, have stopped the useless turf wars. Greasers and Preppies have mingled, gotten together. He’s even seen several people graduate. 

The year Derby & Bif graduated was the best. Bif proposed, right then and there, to his longtime boyfriend. He’s pretty sure he saw Ms. Phillips crying.

Three years have passed. Jimmy and Constantinos have been going strong and he couldn’t be happier. He’s seen such improvements in Constantinos’ mental health. He’s seen the love of his life laugh again. He still gets depressed, still makes those jokes from time to time. That won’t ever go away. But he’s improved and learned to deal with it. 

Just like clockwork, the time of graduation nears closer. He picks up a picture frame of him on Russell’s shoulders, smiling fondly. Jimmy misses the big guy. But he’s all graduated, surprisingly, he’s moved on to construction work. Jimmy gets letters and post cards. Pete, Constantinos, and the Bullies always stood by him. Even when the other Cliques had turned against him. He couldn’t be more thankful for their loyalty even if he had a hard time showing it.

Constantinos lays on their shared bed, going through the Yearbook. He has a pen in his hand. He’s doodling over all of the pictures, prompty drawing a heart around Jimmy’s picture. Jimmy sets the picture down and raises a brow. He can’t help the smile from crossing his lips just at the sight. No one expected Constantinos to make it this long. He’s head over heels. He’ll go through Hell and back just to protect him. 

The two catch each others’ gazes. Constantinos gives a small, smug grin up at his boyfriend. Jimmy’s grown in height, easily taking over Constantinos, and while he complains sometimes it isn’t wholly bad. It leads for very interesting moments. 

“I miss you being shorter than me, y’know,” Constantinos mumbles, closing the Yearbook and tossing it to the ground. Jimmy can’t help but let out a slight chuckle, in the process of removing his shirt. For a moment, his boyfriend pauses to look over Jimmy’s physique. “My little midget.”

A snort leaves Jimmy. “Who the fuck’re you callin’ a midget? Last I checked, I got a solid five inches on you.” He’s not mad, not in the slightest. This is, to them, a form of foreplay. Rile the other one until they can’t take it anymore. Constantinos can only smirk. He knows that tone and look. He’s grown playful over the years. A good sign the therapy and medication is working. 

There’s no denying where this is going now. Constantinos lifts his head slightly, a lazy hand hooking a finger in one of the belt loops on Jimmy’s jeans. He gives a slight tug. 

“Are you sure? I think you just stole Pinky’s heels. You big pussy.” 

Oh, that’s sealed the deal. Jimmy grabs at his wrists, pushing and holding them above his head. He’s much stronger than Constantinos. One hand keeps his hands pinned to the bed, the other travelling down a shirtless Const. The dark haired male shivers at the touches. God, Jimmy’s touch is rough, but the affection can be felt. The attention to detail. It’s heaven dating an artist. 

Every little scar is brushed over with love. The things Constantinos, to this day, still has insecurities about. Jimmy makes sure to treat these parts with love and tender affection. To silently let him know he still finds him incredibly attractive. Most of the time their sleeping together isn’t about getting their rocks off. It’s about letting Constantinos know how handsome Jimmy still finds him.

Jimmy’s hand continues to wander lower until he reaches the waistband of Constantinos’ school khakis. His head dips to press a soft kiss to his neck. He knows this is a rarity. He takes his time to enjoy and appreciate every bit of Constantinos. He nips his neck, sucking lightly. He takes care not to leave any markings. He doesn’t want to embarrass him. 

He’s going to show Constantinos how beautiful he thinks he is.

[remywrites]

Chapter 2: Motherhood

 A/N: Chapter two is done! This chapter was from Nana’s point of view and it was really fun to write! Once again beta’d by @translationslostinthepages!!

TW/s: Childbirth, angsty but ends in fluff

Pregnancy

Nana was so excited, they were having a baby, a little girl, Iemitsu was as proud as a peacock, telling everyone they met that he was going to be a daddy to a little princess. When they where at home alone He’d rest his head on her stomach, hold her hand  and intertwine their fingers and speak to their baby, telling her that they where so excited to meet her, then his eyes would meet hers and he’d say that daddy and mummy couldn’t wait to love and hold her. Looking at her husband she had never felt so happy.

Name

Iemitsu and Nana had thought of many names when they found out they were going to have a baby girl.

Setsuna meaning, a moment, in an instant.                                                            Tsubasa meaning wings. But ultimately they chose Natsume, Sawada Natsume their little summer eye.                    

Birth

Giving birth was the most exhilarating, exhausting and terrifying thing she had ever had to do, she was so glad she had Iemitsu there holding her hand, smiling at her, telling her she could do it.

“Push! Nana you can do it baby! Just One more.”

She thinks she’ll remember the sound her baby made when she came into the word for the rest of her life, it was an agonisingly, terrified sound. She remembers the rush of everyone around her and the shouts, Iemitsu standing holding her hand and asking what was wrong, she remembers screaming and reaching for her baby because she knew in her bones something was wrong, she knew her baby was scared and hurt.  

Home

The doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with her, tried to tell them that the way her baby was screaming herself raw until she chocked was natural but Nana remembers the looks of alarm when her baby was born, she saw the way the doctors side eyed her baby. People look at her and they see an idiot girl who got married straight out of high school to become a house wife, they think she is just an idiot who is easy to manipulate and she was fine with that, she was happy, she loves Iemitsu and will never regret marrying him, but when this doctor looked her in the eye and lied about her baby’s health, she wanted to stand up and scream at him, her baby was screaming like she was dying, like she was terrified. She had two baby bothers and dozens of baby cousins, she knew the difference between normal crying and this. But in the end there was nothing they could do but take her home.

Day’s And Night’s

Her baby won’t eat anything they give her unless they force her and doing so makes Nana feels like a monster; she won’t sleep, unless she exhausts herself from screaming and she wont stop crying and sometimes she would be so catatonic that it’s like all lights had gone out and there was nobody there. All they could do was hold and comfort her. They take turns watching her otherwise they wouldn’t get any sleep at all, even then when it’s her turn to sleep she just sits on her bed and listens to her baby. She remembers begging the gods to help her baby, she remembers crying over her, telling her mummy loves her so much. The weeks were filled with frustration, sadness and anger; why was this happening to their baby girl, why couldn’t they do anything to help her. They were devastated and lost, watching their baby be in so much pain sent arrows into their hearts and Nana remembered nights where Iemitsu would wrap his arms around her and even though he was trying to be strong for her she could feel his tears staining her shirt.

Smile

She was holding her baby when she realized that the crying had stopped for the first time in weeks, she looks down to find two sets of orange jewel like eyes looking up at her utterly silent, she felt her breath catch, her fingers stop running through Natsume’s golden locks. Natsume’s eyes roam her face until they stop at her eyes, she feels the air still for a single moment before her baby sniffles and then smiles up at her gums and all. Nana feels a tear fall down her face as she beams down at her baby and brings her head down to touch Natsume’s forehead and whisper; “There you are, there’s my Natsume, thank you, thank you for giving me back my baby.” Iemitsu found her like that whispering thank you to who ever would hear her, she remembers the tear running down his face and the smile on his lips and she knew they were going to be okay.

[ramblingsofanundiscoveredgenius]

Luke Alvez Imagine

A/N: Just something I’ve been thinking about writing ever since i finished season twelve of Criminal Minds.Sorry if it’s short and I’m a little bit rusty but i haven’t written in 18947201 years so..

Wordcount:952

The bureau was just after another successful case. An unsub was kidnapping young children from their beds and torturing them for three days, before disposing of their bodies in playgrounds. The case has really affected me, as do all cases involving the youth.On the plane ride home, while everyone else was asleep, I had broken down. Unable to hold it in any longer, I found comfort in the arms of Luke Alvez. Much to the disgust of Garcia if she ever found out. “Newbie” as she called him had become one of my most trusted colleagues and friends, seeing as we were both very young and had military backgrounds.

“My lovelies, welcome back” She screeched, as our weary heads made our way back into our Virginia headquarters. She pulled me in for a hug and I laughed, unable to deny the happiness she brought out in the group. She had decided that we were to go for celebratory drinks in O’ Keefe’s. I had gone home to change, seeing as a sweaty, tear covered blazer might not be the most attractive. After finally deciding on a black cocktail dress, I called an uber and made my way to where there would undoubtedly be a flow of drinks and laughter.

When I walked into the bar I was at a loss for words. Luke was sitting at a table with the rest of the team, looking exquisite. He caught my eye and motioned for me to come over.I sauntered over with a sway in my hips and took a seat beside JJ. We started to gossip, while Garcia made her way to the bar to get another MaiTai. “You know..” JJ began, with a smirk starting to form on her face, “Luke kept asking if you were still coming. I have a little, teeny, tiny feeling he has a crush on our Y/N” I was shocked. I tried to cough to cover up my embarrassment, but if anything, it made it worse. I shifted in my seat and just laughed a forced and awkward laugh. The rosy tinge on my cheeks was enough to show I felt the same way.JJ whispered something to Rossi and after he just raised his glass and winked. Oh no.

The night was coming to an end and I was a little intoxicated. Penelope had dragged me up onto the stage to sing karaoke with her. She finally decided on Toxic by Britney Spears. This was not going to end well. Before the song had finished we were swaying our hips, trying to be somewhat sexy. When it was finally over, I stumbled back to the table only to find that there was no seat left. Emily looked up with an innocent smirk on her face. “Oh, maybe you could sit on someone lap” She said, not so subtly.”Any volunteers?Luke maybe” He looked up at the mention of his name and nodded. I was unable to hide my embarrassment as the rest of the team watched on while Luke was seemingly oblivious to it all.

I tried shifting myself on Lukes lap when I felt his strong hands grab my hips firmly. “Could you stop” His gruff voice whispered into my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Why” I asked innocently, even as I felt his growing members press firmly against me. “Is something wrong?”  I left out a drunken giggle and must to my horror pressed a light kiss to his neck. Only for the fact I was (gladly) sitting on his lap I would have fallen when he left out a soft moan into my ear. I leaned in closer making sure no one else could hear. “ Agent Luke, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just really happy to be with me?” Lukes mouth turn up into a smirk as he gently pushed me off his lap and put a hand on the small of my back. “I think I’m going to take Y/N home now, she seems a bit tired” He explained to the group while grabbing his coat. Rossi just lifted his eyebrow in dismay as the rest of the team said their goodbyes. As we walked out the door Lukes hand found its way further down my dress and before the doors closed, I could hear the whistling coming from the rest of the team.

A/N: Okay so that was terrible and I’m so sorry for all the mistakes but please like and maybe even follow xx

[phantomenby]

The Cornerstore Tres

The rest of the week passed by and Friday was upon you.

Surprisingly, for once, you had plans.

Your neighbor, Terri, and his friends had invited you out to see a concert on the boardwalk.

Though as much as you enjoyed music you doubted you would enjoy the swathes of drunks surrounding you, the small freezer at the front of the store was bare and the shelves usually stocked high with beer had been emptied hours ago.

It was nearing the end of May, and the weather was sunshiney bright. Days grew hotter and your boss had been talking about buying a new freezer to get some stock from a friend he knew in Mexico.

The beaches were still full when you went on your break at four pm. A sight of what was to come.

"Ten minutes then you can go!" Your one and only coworker, a stout man in his thirties called John, called out from the entrance where he had been brushing up outside.

You grinned, nodding and beginning to wipe down the front so he wouldn't complain to you.

Soon enough the time passed, and you were heading to the small restroom to change your shirt. You worked in jeans so they would be fine, having zero desire to impress anyone.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you huffed, your skin was too grey from being stuck inside, the colour of your eyes destroyed by the purple bruises beneath them. And your skin was bumpy and marred from poor eating and shit genes.

Well...not like you could do much about it now.

You left your shirt in your locker, not wanting to carry round something full of sweat and covered in penmarks.

The colourful button down helped brighten your mood a little.

It was past eight when you left the back, shouting a 'cya Tuesday' to John and prancing away.

Tonight would be fun, you could feel it.

There was a slight breeze, coming from the cliffs and bringing cool air with it. Your hair was already tousled, mussed, frizzy. It didn't make a difference to your appearance, not that you tried to care too much.

You were never known for being particularly gorgeous. There was simplicity in a lack of perfection that made life easier.

The walk was calm, not peaceful, nor quiet, but enough to prepare your mind for the night ahead.

Music could be heard from the store, and some new flashy lights had been put into place that must have been fairly expensive. Even as the everyday light of the boardwalk shone out, it was easy to distinguish the thin beams shooting up.

It was a rock band, of course. Something to nod your head to until it hurt and scream until your voice was just a whisper.

When you arrived you headed to the old hotdog stand where you could see the figures you were meeting. Dressed alot better than you but nothing fancy. This towns occupants rarely suited fancy, and those that did were usually on the opposite side of town this time of night.

"Hey! Over here bud!" Terri met you half way, slinging a toned arm over your shoulder.

His head bounced, and you winced at the glitter falling out of his coiled locks, just catching the stuff shimmering in the light.

"Hey, man..." idiot. Please try and sound normal for one night.

Terri didn't notice anything, not how tense you were or how deep your hands were buried into the pocket of your jeans. He just kept his arm around your shoulders, leading you through the crowd and asking about your day.

Not that you had anything particularly fun to tell him about.

[phantomenby]

The Cornerstore prologue

The figure behind the counter sighed, leaning forward and resting their chin in their palm, eyes blinking slowly as they fought to keep themselves awake. Glancing at the clock,

1:35

"God-" stretching their arms above their head, smiling at the girl coming to the counter, "good night?"

She nodded, chewing on her lip and glancing to the door, eyes darting between it and the person serving them in a nervous motion.

"Y-yeah..."

They didn't ask what was wrong, knowing how this town could be it could be anything from an actual threat to an itch for whatever the chick was taking.

She handed them a ten dollar bill, taking her things which were now held in a small carrier bag, as soon as the attendant had given her the change she was speeding out the door and off into the night.

Taking a deep breath they resumed their original position, choosing to pass the time by counting how many chocolate bars were on the shelf across from them.

This was going to be a long long night.

[ghastlyrosemaiden]

towel (jimmy A, constantinos B)

 Towel drabbleShip; Constantinos/JimmyN//SFW?: Sort of? It’s just semi-nude Const. TW: Scar/self-harm mentions. Some angst. Aged up appropriatelyNOTES: Probably before they got dirty, so Jimmy hasn’t seen Constantinos without a shirt on. This wasn’t intended to be as angsty OOPS. Also forgive my butchering of the dorm layouts. Just imagine Jimmy’s in good with Crabblesnitch and got a good dorm with a bathroom for him and Const-

Constantinos has gotten the motivation to shower once more, urged on by Jimmy. It’s gotten easier to get up and take care of himself but he still has those days. Like today. Today is a lazy shower day. He spends a good majority of his time just standing in the shower, lets it fall. Constantinos is not concerned with the outside world for the time being.

But even the hot water gets too much for him, and he finishes cleaning himself. He takes his time. Jimmy should be out for a good while. Constantinos has never been shy about talking about his depression–lord knows people have heard the comments many times–but he has yet to show his longtime boyfriend his body. It’s not something he has had the courage to talk about.

Turning off the water, Constantinos doesn’t hear the door to their doom room open. He wraps a towel around his waist and takes some time staring into the mirror. The eyebags remain. They’ll always be there. 

The door to the bathroom is not locked. Jimmy isn’t supposed to be back for a good long while, so Constantinos hadn’t bothered to lock it. A mistake. Jimmy is spontaneous. 

Jimmy tosses his jacket onto a nearby chair, sighing. He’s back due to someone deciding to pull the fire alarm. A boring prank, if that was what was intended. So now he’s wet and looking to change. He grabs a spare outfit and heads for the bathroom. Just in case someone wants to barge in.

He opens the door to his bathroom, and freezes in place. Constantinos looks like a deer in headlights. Neither male moves. Of course Jimmy has thought about seeing Constantinos naked, why wouldn’t he, but not like this. And of course, his eyes notice the various scars adorning his body. 

“Jimmy–Don’t look at me, please-” Constantinos’ voice is weak. He’s almost afraid of the judgement he’ll receive from Jimmy. The one person who’s opinion means anything to him in life. He looks around to cover himself but he left his clothes in the room. He can almost feel himself on the verge of tears.

And then, Jimmy moves. He steps forward, reaching out to cup his boyfriend’s cheek. In any other instance this could have been seen as romantic. But Jimmy just wants to reassure him. Let him know he still loves him. He will never find Constantinos unattractive.

His thumb rubs his cheek softly. He dips his head and presses a kiss to Constantinos’ forehead. “You don’t…you don’t gotta be ashamed of this shit, y’know? I know what you’ve been through…” 

And he does. Jimmy has scars of his own. From fights, or perhaps otherwise. Whatever it is, Constantinos is not alone.

Constantinos’ lip quivers and he closes his eyes, pressing his wet forehead against Jimmy’s shoulder. Tired, shaky arms wrap around the taller male. Jimmy’s arms hold him tightly. Keep him against him to provide security and safety. This scene is quite familiar. He leans his head down to speak once more. 

“I will always love you.”