Charlie('s) Hope(less)

Focus on the negative.

tw// Ben is physically aggressive towards Charlie he pushes Charlie off the bed twice bc he's a dick. also he tries (and fails) to coerce Charlie into sex and is manipulative as fuck. also tw for pregnancy its back.

Charlie awoke with a start after landing on the floor. He blinked as he tried to figure out why he even was on the floor at all, given that he remembered falling asleep on his bed. He chalked it up to having a bit of a restless sleep as he stood up, rubbing his hands together to ease the pain of the scrapes caused by the carpeted floor. He yawned and laid back on his bed, wrapping himself in the blankets as he grabbed his phone off of the bedstand beside him. He opened up the lock screen, but barely had any time to actually read what was on his phone before he was shoved off the bed again.

He was stunned, he definitely didn't do that to himself, but he didn't think anyone else was around to do that. He stood back up and unplugged his phone, clutching it close to his chest when he spun around.

He expected to see nothing or to see someone he didn't know sitting in his bed, something that would make him paranoid and call a priest or the cops, but instead just saw Ben sitting on his side of the bed. Charlie didn't know if he felt more relieved knowing it wasn't some demon or criminal pushing him off of his bed, or if he felt worse knowing it was Ben.

Either way, he didn't let it show. He just sat back down on the bed as he shook his head. He laid down, facing Ben this time. "What time is it?" He asked. Ben glanced over at the alarm clock on the dresser, "14:12." He responded. Charlie sat up, "Shit- Is Isabelle up?" He asked. "Nope." Ben replied, still looking over at the clock. Charlie sighed and got up out of bed, "I'll go get her. You should probably change into something less... work-y?" He said. "I should probably do that too, actually..." He muttered to himself.

Charlie shut the door to give Ben privacy and headed to Isabelle's room right across the hall. He sat down on the bed and shook her shoulder gently. She grumbled and swatted the air. Charlie shook her again and she finally sat up. "What?" She groaned. "Time to get up for dinner. We're going out tonight." She laid back down, crossing her arms. "Can't I stay home?"

Charlie shook his head, "Nope." He stood up and opened her closet, reaching in to grab her jacket. "It won't be a bunch of people this time." He said as he took it off of the hanger and pulled out a piece of mulch.

He glanced over at her, "You don't have to dress all fancy this time. Just put on a new shirt, okay? You have a little stain of Kool-aid on it." Isabelle tugged at a stray thread on her blanket. "We can go buy you a dress for when we go next time?" He offered. She looked up and nodded.

Charlie grabbed a plain purple shirt she had folded on the bottom of her closet and placed it on her bed. He kissed her forehead, "Come down when you're ready to go, you can bring your DS. It's still all charged up."

He stepped back and left the room, closing the door gently. When he entered his room again, he was pushed onto the door as soon as he closed it by Ben. He was uncomfortable with how aggressively Ben was kissing him but tried to not bug him about it. He just stood there and let it happen. Ben did seem jealous earlier, and he always got like that when he was jealous. When Ben moved to kiss his neck, Charlie put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Not- Not right now." He said.

Ben frowned, "Why not?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "There's not enough time." Charlie responded. Ben was kind of annoying when he tried to have sex right before Charlie had to go somewhere. Ben kissed Charlie's neck again, "We can be quick." He murmured against the skin. Charlie swallowed and looked up at the ceiling. "Not quick enough."

Charlie couldn't see Ben's expression but could tell he was displeased by that, based on the way he tightened his grip on Charlie's arms alone. "We have enough time, Charlie. It'll only be a few minutes." Charlie forced out a laugh, "For you, maybe." Ben pulled back and stood up straight. "What do you mean by that?" He said, his voice low. He was glaring at Charlie. "I take longer to finish, remember?" Charlie tilted his head. Obviously Ben remembered, it wasn't like they had a dead sex life. Ben's fingers were digging into Charlie's arms at this point. "We can just rush it."