#haeritics

his eyes look at the pregnancy test and he hums. there's no need to ask who's baby it is. he knows. instead he asks. "does your husband know?" then his arm wraps around the femme and he ushers her inside and closes the door behind her. he pulls her into a deep hug and gently pets her head to keep her calm. "it's gonna be okay... WE'RE gonna be okay."

"i consider this active sabotage to my productivity, y'know." the sight of her alone in the door of his private office took tristan off guard, though of course he recovered enough to quip. it was late, well after five and of course he was still working. "how did you know i'd be here?"

deacon’s pride had always been the problem—sharp where it shouldn’t be, stubborn when it mattered most—and it’s what landed them here, tension still thick in the air from words that didn’t need to be said but were anyway. the engine hums low beneath them, headlights cutting through the dark as she sits in the passenger seat, ready to leave, and for once, he doesn’t let her. not like this. not again. he steps in front of the open door before she can swing it shut, dropping down without hesitation, broad frame folding as he plants himself just enough to block her exit, one hand coming up to rest against her knee like it’s second nature, thumb brushing slow, grounding, like he’s trying to pull her back to him without force. his gaze lifts, those squinted, too-soft eyes catching hers in the dim light, voice low, rougher than usual. “i’m sorry,” it comes quieter than expected, honest in a way he doesn’t offer often, his grip tightening just slightly. there’s a beat, something unspoken hanging heavy between them before he exhales through his nose, tilting his head just enough to study her. “you really gonna walk away over this?” another pause, softer now, coaxing. “c’mon… you know i don’t let things go easy. don’t make me start begging for real.”

aled shouldn't be here, a part of the man knows that; the smallest voice - barely a whisper - warning him away from making the biggest mistake of his life knows that... yet, his delusion remains so much bigger, so much clearer, so much more certain that this was exactly what he should've done. from locating her home, to arriving unannounced, to climbing through the front, upstairs window, his mind makes minimal effort to prevent him from doing everything he desires. he'd sent her messages and it was hardly the first time he'd arrived at her door, but it was certainly the first time he'd gathered enough courage to creep inside (keyword: creep). taking in the room, familiarizing himself with a space he recognized all too well from her videos. that's when he spots her, the moonlight reflecting off of her sinfully soft skin. he doesn't speak at first, merely watches from the curtain, waits for her to see him first. to notice him - finally.

his head was already spinning with idea's - one's that the male knew only meant trouble. the last thing he needed was some situationship he couldn't handle with his new happenstance roommate. his mind was too hazy with the lies he was already spilling in their direction. where he was from, what brought him here. everything he'd told the other about his past was a complete fabrication, one that john often found himself contradicting. fuck, he didn't need this. he shouldn't be thinking them like this. hands twisted into his hair, rubbing the vanilla smelling shampoo all around as he inhaled the scent. imagining it was them, and not his own hands gently massaging his scalp. as the male lost himself in his imagination, he hardly noticed the faint sounds of the door unlocking or a soft voice asking to come in. "fuck, wait im not ..." the words aren't fast enough, the male rushing to grip the curtains around his waist. "what do you need?" his voice was laced with annoyance, thick with the emotions running through him.

"My favorite person in the entire world, huh? You tryna make me blush before the season even starts?" He'd be lying if he said he didn't like the thought of her out there, somewhere in the stands, watching him. "I'll give you a good show," he promised, the corner of his lips twitching into his signature confident smile. "Preseason was just the warm-up. You know I like to keep things interesting once the real games start." He tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping a little softer as his Southern drawl made itself more known. "You better make good on that promise, though. Not sure I can play my best without my lucky charm in the crowd."

scott cursed himself for getting involved with stephanie in the first place, she was too young and immature, evidenced by her behavior tonight. she was way too confident and scott just scoffed at her answer. "i don't think you have to try very hard, i think it just happens quite naturally for you to act like one." he spat back at her, his word venomous and echoing in the hallway they were standing in. "one of your girlfriends invited me, but maybe i should just go and talk to her instead of you." she was egging him on and he was buying it. he hated what she was implying and he was blinded by rage. "i'm pretty sure you mean the boys you go home with." he chastised her and he poked his finger into her shoulder hard. "you go home with boys steph, i'm sure they haven't even gotten hair on their balls yet and they don't know how to fuck you either. you're just going home with them to provoke me."