May 3, 2022
sc. @br0adkast.
“ get a real job. and some pants. ”
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sc. @br0adkast.
“ get a real job. and some pants. ”
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@victimdefined : “come here. i’m taking care of you tonight. and you’re gonna let me.”
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 , already rough day made worse by watching the news . old footage replayed of when the media got to the site , 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 , names of kids lost repeating in his head . footage of uncomfortable interview comes next , now infamous moment where kurt found out who the killer had been live on television . he remembers the pain , remembers the way people speculated on his tears , questioning how real his grief had been . he has no idea when jasper walked in , but suddenly the tv is turned off right before the interviewer ꜱᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ , right before the breakdown . kurts gaze doesn't move from the tv until arms are around him , the sofa shifting under the weight of a second person .
he doesn't argue , doesn't say anything . just slips into jaspers arms , finds himself comforted by his presence . ❝ y’don't have to . ❞ quiet voice trembles slightly , clearly upset over what he'd watched . ❝ I'm fine . ❞ they'd both know it was a lie even if he wasn't shaking . 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 , and kurt has no doubt that today will be rough on everyone , especially the ones in shadyside . it doesn't feel like kurts place to grieve , as if what happened to him out there wasn't fucked up . just because he wasn't killed doesn't mean he's free of trauma . he remembers that night all too well , is half convinced that if he looks down he'll still see 𝚓𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 . but his reaction to that would worry jasper , so he just doesn't look down , ignores the sweat definitive feeling of hands being ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴛ .
‘ you wanna... hold it for a second? ’ fin holds out his camera, and it’s something that’s never been done before. he usually keeps the prized possession close to his chest, away from everyone else’s eyes and hands. however, there are several things at play here that make this situation different. the other boy seems paranoid, or suspicious. fin wanted to give him some sort of comfort that finley really didn’t mean any harm. camera is moved even further towards jasper, urging him to take it. ‘ i didn’t, like, film you at all. you can totally check, ’ @br0adkast.
@br0adkast // starter
“ ━━ DRINK THIS. ” a gloved hand rocks the bottle of water, plastic crunching as it taps against the young man’s slackened cheek. “ you chose a hell of a night for passing out in empty buildings. ”
☾*✲⋆ @br0adkast said : ❛ i thought i heard you calling to me . ❜ / accepting
❛ maybe in your dreams... ❜ nope she was never saying that again. had she been hanging around tony too much? was this a wakeup call? probably. her eyes drifted from the other for a minute. ❛ sorry, was trying to be quippy -- it’s jasper right? i’m kate and it was less to you and more because the arrow looked like it was ready to explode, thankfully it was one which TONY filled with glitter... cause y’know in life and death situations everyone needs a GLITTER arrow. ❜
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fights have become all too common with the pair , angry words thrown around without a thought , fists slamming into walls and leaving scorch marks in their wake. it seems that what started so sickly sweet quickly became violent , quickly turned into a horror show. the boy jasper met , that boy seems so far away now. how quickly the drugs changed everything , how easily the boy who knew nothing fell into addiction.
@br0adkast : "please tell me that at least a part of it was real." 🧍♂️
those words halt any fighting instinct jason has. any anger , any sadness , it all completely drops. instead shock and confusion paint his face , features looking the most gentle they've looked in a long while. he closes the distance between the pair , slowly and softly , like approaching a wounded animal. ❝ jasp... ❞ voice is a whisper , so quiet and soft compared to the screaming from moments prior. hands momentarily find jaspers hips , settling so easily in the same spot they always do. beneath his clothes lies handprint shaped burns , done out of love and affection , a permanent reminder of the good thing that they supposedly have.
❝ baby... all.. all of it. ❞ this might just be the most real thing in jasons life , their relationship feeling like the only thing that keeps them hanging on most days. hands move to cup jaspers face , hands warm to the touch but not hot enough to leave marks. ❝ i love you. always. ❞ spoken with a firmness , a certainty. that's one of the very few things in life he knows for sure.
it always leads to this , whether things are good or bad , 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝. things will always lead back to bodies intertwined , skin on skin , moans echoing through the motel room they can barely afford. jasper on top of him is a feeling that jason can never get enough of , the way the brunette clenches and writhes on top of him always driving him crazy. it seems that at least in part that's jaspers intention right now , moving slowly , teasingly , trying to get jason as riled up as possible. they both know this doesn't end in gentle , soft sex. they both know the only way this can go is the 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 , bruises and hickeys littering their bodies by the time the sun rises. high out of their minds and horny as hell , everything about this is at the height of intensity , everything felt in the most intense and passionate way possible.
@br0adkast : [ GUIDE ] while one muse is riding the other , the one being ridden takes hold of the one on top’s hips to control their movements.
hands find jaspers hips , gripping tightly to the spot already marked in the shape of his hands. possessive nature thrives whenever he sees the burns , even if some part of him is worried about hurting him. the hand prints are forever going to be proof of their love , a reminder to jasper and everyone who ever sees that part of him that he belongs to jason. grip tightens as he forces jaspers hips to move faster , his own eager thrusts picking up speed. he needs this , needs to feel as much of jasper as he can , needs to feel him fall apart in his lap , needs to feel the way he'd clench and spasm as his orgasm takes over. it's proof of their love , proof that things will turn out okay.
this is undoubtedly 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 they’ve been in a while. an abandoned building the best they could do , no money for motels and too late at night to find anyone worth stealing from. the small , run down building is better than out on the street , jason knows that , but it doesn’t change how 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 it is , how much he desperately wishes they were somewhere else. a voice chimes in the back of his head ( ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵒ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ) but he ignores it as much as he can. he can’t do that. he’d run off to indulge in drugs and drinking , to spend all his time with jasper - either fighting or fucking or both , that’s all they ever seemed to do these days. curled up in each other , settled on an old concrete floor that once had carpet on it , but now offers nothing but the 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎.
@br0adkast : “you’re shivering… hey. hey , listen to me , okay? everything’s gonna be alright , i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry , i’m warm-blooded.”
jaspers words are the 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 jason becomes aware of just how cold he is. he knew he was cold , it’s a cold night after all , but he hadn’t realised just how much he was shaking , just how cold he was. 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 , knows that if he tried to use his powers it’d be weak. he should go home. but he doesn’t even seriously consider the idea , instead just lets jasper wrap his jacket around him , curls up in his boyfriends warmth. this is comfort , this is safety. even if the world around them is horrible , even if it’s cruel and dark and scary , when he’s in jasper’s arms it feels like 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.