DARK FIC: Pineapple (MATURE READERS ONLY)
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snoggedThis is probably one of those stories that shouldn't be read by anybody but I'm not going to stop anybody from reading it either.
Title: Pineapple
Author: snogged
Pairing: Barney/Robin, implied Robin/OMC (aka Dave)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/FRAO; dark/angst, implied asphyxiation, implied sex, safe word, hurt/comfort
Setting: Season 4
Word Count: 371
Prompt: As Robin continues without a job, she gets more and more depressed and she's developed damaging behavior (aka an eating disorder, hooked on pain killers, dates really crummy guys and lets them treat her like trash, etc.) She's come to the conclusion that since no one wants her (boyfriends, employers, her family,) she's not worth anything and therefore treats herself like the trash she's talked herself into believing she is. Barney discovers this. Go.
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Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors.
A/N: I'm still amazed by how much the film "Pineapple" has touched me this week. This is yet another example of that.
Robin lightly touched the foundation brush to the small, dark bruises forming on the sensitive skin of her neck before straightening out the collar of her turtleneck.
She couldn’t let them see, couldn’t let them know. It would be so like Ted to look at her with condemning eyes and Lily would probably embrace her in an awkward hug and not look at her the rest of the night. They would be right to react that way though. She was really nothing but a worthless piece of shit now anyways.
She couldn’t be sure that if being jobless was the root of her dysfunction but she figured there had to be something inside of her that was more fucked up for letting some guy named Dave screw her into a dirty, sick and twisted oblivion while he gripped her throat and stole her breath away.
It wasn’t like they didn’t have a safe word. She could stop at any time. All she had to saw was ‘pineapple’ and he would roll off the bed and not speak another word of it. But no matter how often she had thought about it, the word didn’t leave her lips. Just because it stopped the present action, it didn’t stop the downward spiral that was her universe.
“Robin,” Barney’s voice pierced her mental fog and she glanced up at him, tamping down the fear and hurt so it wouldn’t show on the outside.
“I…I was just on my way downstairs.”
“What does he make you do?” Barney asked, as if he could see right through her façade.
“Nothing…it’s nothing,” Robin replied, silently praying that he would go away.
“Bullshit.” Barney reached for the turtleneck and pushed it down. His eyes darkened with concern at the sight of her sores but he didn’t look disapproving or condemning. “Robin…”
And so she told him, confessed every word, every graphic detail right there in Ted’s bathroom. He wrapped his arms around her and she let him, even though she still felt like a train careening off the tracks.
“Pineapple,” Barney muttered. “Pineapple. Pineapple. Pineapple.”
He hoped that by saying it, that he could make her world stop spinning into darkness. And God only knows if it worked.
FIN
Title: Pineapple
Author: snogged
Pairing: Barney/Robin, implied Robin/OMC (aka Dave)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/FRAO; dark/angst, implied asphyxiation, implied sex, safe word, hurt/comfort
Setting: Season 4
Word Count: 371
Prompt: As Robin continues without a job, she gets more and more depressed and she's developed damaging behavior (aka an eating disorder, hooked on pain killers, dates really crummy guys and lets them treat her like trash, etc.) She's come to the conclusion that since no one wants her (boyfriends, employers, her family,) she's not worth anything and therefore treats herself like the trash she's talked herself into believing she is. Barney discovers this. Go.
Requested by
masterful_liar at barneyrobinBeta: None. Please let me know if you spot any spelling/grammar errors.
A/N: I'm still amazed by how much the film "Pineapple" has touched me this week. This is yet another example of that.
Robin lightly touched the foundation brush to the small, dark bruises forming on the sensitive skin of her neck before straightening out the collar of her turtleneck.
She couldn’t let them see, couldn’t let them know. It would be so like Ted to look at her with condemning eyes and Lily would probably embrace her in an awkward hug and not look at her the rest of the night. They would be right to react that way though. She was really nothing but a worthless piece of shit now anyways.
She couldn’t be sure that if being jobless was the root of her dysfunction but she figured there had to be something inside of her that was more fucked up for letting some guy named Dave screw her into a dirty, sick and twisted oblivion while he gripped her throat and stole her breath away.
It wasn’t like they didn’t have a safe word. She could stop at any time. All she had to saw was ‘pineapple’ and he would roll off the bed and not speak another word of it. But no matter how often she had thought about it, the word didn’t leave her lips. Just because it stopped the present action, it didn’t stop the downward spiral that was her universe.
“Robin,” Barney’s voice pierced her mental fog and she glanced up at him, tamping down the fear and hurt so it wouldn’t show on the outside.
“I…I was just on my way downstairs.”
“What does he make you do?” Barney asked, as if he could see right through her façade.
“Nothing…it’s nothing,” Robin replied, silently praying that he would go away.
“Bullshit.” Barney reached for the turtleneck and pushed it down. His eyes darkened with concern at the sight of her sores but he didn’t look disapproving or condemning. “Robin…”
And so she told him, confessed every word, every graphic detail right there in Ted’s bathroom. He wrapped his arms around her and she let him, even though she still felt like a train careening off the tracks.
“Pineapple,” Barney muttered. “Pineapple. Pineapple. Pineapple.”
He hoped that by saying it, that he could make her world stop spinning into darkness. And God only knows if it worked.
FIN
