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onboardsorasora · 9 months ago

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I went to the dentist today for my post op and there’s something about going to the dentist and having your praise kink stroked when they’re working on you.

So naturally Max is a new patient at the dentist in his new city. Everything is great and fine, the sign up was easy, they took his insurance (an important reason for why he chose them of course) and the wait to get in an exam room was negligible.

Everything changes however, when his new hygienist walks in all sunshine and bright honey eyes. Max can’t see all of his face because he’s already wearing his mask but his eyes are beautiful and crinkly when he smiles. And Max knows he's smiling because the edges of his mask lifts with his cheeks.

His name is Daniel and his voice is lovely, happy and his accent is taking Max for a ride. His dark hair is curly and a little messy, as if he runs his fingers through it often and Max could see a few tattoos peeking out from the sleeve of his bright blue scrubs.

It's lovely, he details everything he’ll be doing for Max today. It's just an intro appointment to get a lay of the land so they can plan his dental journey with them.

“We’re not gonna get into anything too intense today, just a few x-rays, and pictures of your pearly whites and then the doctor will be in to go through his recommendations. And then you’ll be outta here in no time.”

Max can’t help but smile because he can hear the smile in Daniel’s words. Daniel claps and does some finger guns before starting to set up. He puts the radiation vest on Max’s chest, Max does not catalogue the feeling of his gloved fingers when they cup the back of his neck to make sure the vest wasn't digging into his skin.

Daniel tells him how they're going to x-ray and he puts the little device in Max’s mouth.

“You have beautiful teeth, Max.” Daniel says offhandedly, he was looking behind him at a screen. Max clenched his fingers underneath the heavy vest.

“That's it, perfect. I’m gonna move this to your left upper…bite down for me? Beautiful love.” Daniel murmured under breath as he worked. Max dug his fingers in the meat of his thigh.

The torture continued, punctuated with the beep of the x-ray machine when it went off and the fresh smell of Daniel’s cologne mixed with his own natural scent.

“There we go, I just need you to– good boy.”

Max clenched his toes in his sneakers.

“You’re doing so well for me Sweetheart.”

Max wondered what the maximum pressure the little x-ray device could take before the stem snapped in half.

“Perfect baby, just perfect.” Daniel breathed, typing on the computer off to the side with one hand and stroking Max’s cheek unconsciously with the other. Max inhaled sharply.

Daniel looked back at him quickly, worriedly.

“Let me get that out for you, your jaw must be a little sore.” Daniel sounded a little sheepish as he pulled the device away, Max watched the line of spit that still connected them thin away to nothing. He wondered if Daniel saw it too, if he maybe wanted to taste it. Taste what Max tasted like.

He was hard in his shorts.

Thankfully, Daniel took his time with putting back the x-ray extensions and taking off the radiation vest, Max was able to calm down a little. He was further able to refocus when his dentist came in, an older gentleman with shrewd eyes.

They discussed treatment plans and Max heard Daniel making notes whenever the doctor called out certain things. Daniel eventually left the room and his dentist continued to speak to Max about short term and long term goals.

He was out front in the waiting room when he heard a loud honking laugh. While the office assistant scheduled his next appointment, Max’s eyes strayed to a lithe man in bright blue scrubs that turned the corner. He eyed him appreciatively, hearing his voice as he teased another hygienist and they laughed together.

“Alright Max, your next appointment is–” Max doesn’t know when his next appointment is because at that same moment Daniel turns around and sees him and smiles. Max has never really been bowled over by a smile before, by a face. But Daniel’s is gorgeous. Max wanted to kiss him, feel his nose bump his.

If Max was an artist then Daniel would be his muse. As it was, he was simply struck dumb by the man walking over to the desk.

“Georgie, are you treating Max here nicely?” Daniel teased, Max saw George roll his eyes fondly.

“Of course I am Daniel. He’s your favourite patient after all.” George grinned teasingly and Max saw Daniel’s eyes widen a fraction before he settled into a grin of his own.

“That’s right.” Daniel murmured and Max watched the way his lips formed his words. He wished he hadn’t worn his mask earlier so he could have seen how beautiful, sweetheart, and good boy had looked coming from those lips.

Max couldn’t help it. He blushed.

#thought about saving this for Max Fest but I'm really excited to write something not depressing right now so I wanted to share #maxiel #max/daniel #my ficlet

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harryforvogue · 1 year ago

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hmmm i’m a harry and miriam girl so i’m gonna say them but literally write whoever you feel like i’ll eat it up either way

okay GREAT so this blurb is about harry being really freaked out because he accidentally said yes to going on a date with someone and miriam's response being nothing like what he assumed it would be <3

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Miriam looks the opposite of how Harry feels right now. Her long hair is in two braids hanging behind her back, and they fly when she opens the door to her apartment and launches herself at him, arms around his shoulders. She’s chosen dark mascara and lime green eyeliner today to pair with her cropped green sweater, blue jeans, white socks, and green and white butterfly clips in her hair.

Harry holds her tight to him. So tight without realizing that her giggles turn to labored breaths.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, pulling back when she gasps.

Despite her flushed face, Miriam grins, sticking her hands into her back pockets. “Come in!”

He enters. Takes his shoes off. Then his coat. Harry lasts only half a minute before he blurts, “I did something bad. Really, really bad. I messed up.”

Miriam looks back at him. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Well, do you wanna tell me what it is before or after you kiss me?”

He swallows. “Um. I’ll kiss you first. Don't know if you’ll want to be near me after I tell you what happened.”

And if Miriam is even an ounce worried about what the news could be, she doesn’t show it. Her eyes only widen and she’s in his arms again. She steps onto his feet to kiss him, partially to make him laugh, and partially because she’s too short to reach him without it.

He kisses her nervously, holding her face in her palms. She smiles into the kiss, fluttering her long eyelashes against the bridge of his nose. When he pulls away, she’s still grinning, her lip gloss having transferred onto his mouth. Miriam gently wipes it away. She smells so sweet, a mix of floral and vanilla driving him wild.

“I was making something,” she says. She grabs his hand and starts to lead him to her kitchen. “You bake more than me so tell me what I’m doing wrong, okay?”

“I don’t think stress baking counts as real baking.”

“Hey, that apple crumble thing you made two weeks ago was amazing.”

“It made such a mess.”

“It was meant to do that.”

Harry grips her hand tightly and gently yanks her back. “We have to talk, Mira.”

She blinks up at him. “Okay.” She waits for him to say more, but his eyes have unfocused, teeth biting down on his lower lip anxiously.

Miriam begins leading him again, but this time to the counter. She hoists herself onto there, and Harry stands before her. He immediately puts his hands on her waist, keeping her still. Now, the only way for Miriam to leave would be if Harry were to move out of the way. That’s good. Harry’s in charge.

“Tell me what it is,” she says, gently running her fingers through his hair. She starts from his forehead, carefully parting his curtains back until they fall back against his brow. “What’s bothering you?”

Harry’s eyes refocus back onto hers. He looks so heartbreakingly tired, she finally feels a pang of worry about what he wants to say to her.

“I made a mistake. In my head I was only trying to be nice. But then I wasn’t trying to be nice. And then I tried to make it up and now I think I’ve dug the hole deeper.” His green eyes are filled with regret. “Don’t break up with me, please.”

Miriam gives him a small nod. “I won’t. Just start from the beginning, okay?”

“Okay. Yeah. Okay.” He takes a deep breath. Miriam parts her knees and Harry walks closer, leaning against the counter. “A new person started earlier this week. She worked at a different company that had some lay offs so my director took her on. And he also told me to train her. Which–” he gives her a look, “was already bad. I don’t like training people.”

“Yeah, baby, I know.”

“And because she’s worked in the industry before she obviously knows what’s going on. It took me just a day to get her up to speed with the building and offices, but she’s been stuck with me for this whole week because technically all she’s been told to do is train with me.”

“Right.”

He takes a deep breath. “She asked me out.”

Miriam bites down on her inner cheek to conceal her smile. “Oh no.”

“Yeah.” His expression is grave.

“And you said yes.”

“Well. No.” Harry blushes with embarrassment. “Not initially. One of my coworkers overheard her asking me out for coffee and, because I immediately thought she asked me, like, in a not friends way, I said no. Said I was busy. I freaked out. And, fuck, I know I should have said that I had a girlfriend and that I was very much not interested, but my mind blanked. You have every right to be mad at me about that. I deserve it. It should have been the first thing I said.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” She smooths his hair back again.

He’s looking panicked now. “And my coworker who was nearby was like ‘Harry, she’s new. You can’t be like that to her. She clearly just wants to get to know the people she’s going to be working with’ and you know I’ve been trying to make some new friends so the next time she asked me, I said yes.”

Miriam’s lips twitch. “You said yes.”

“I’m so sorry,” Harry whispers, covering his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry. I’m so stupid. I’m the worst. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“So this isn’t really a date, right?” Miriam shuffles closer. “Because your coworker said she’s just trying to get to know people.”

Harry’s voice is muffled. “Well, no. I think it’s a date because she asked me out for dinner specifically.”

“Oh. She changed her mind about the coffee?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

He peeks up at her. “You’re upset.”

Miriam says, “No, baby, I’m not upset. I am a little concerned about her asking a second time even though you said no the first time.”

“I just think that I wasn’t very clear that my no was a straight up rejection and not an “I’m actually busy’ excuse. Maybe I should have been more firm. But this was my first impression too, you know? And her first impression of the company so I didn’t want to make it seem like–” he breaks off, frustrated. “I know it’s not a good excuse. I’m not– I didn’t mean to say– Fuck–”

“Harry.” Miriam tugs his hands away from his face and loops her arms around his neck. She wraps her legs around his torso as well. “So when’s the date?”

Harry looks at her incredulously. “Never. I’m not going on that date.”

“Oh? You told her no?”

“Well…no. Not yet. But I’m going to! I swear I am. Even if I have to do it by email.”

“What are you going to say?” She gently tugs on his curls.

“I’m going to say that I have a girlfriend and I’m not comfortable with going out with her, no matter the reason.” He sounds small, looking at her for approval. “Is that too mean?”

“Nope. I think it’s perfect.” Miriam smiles and leans into his chest.

“You’re not angry with me,” he says, voice rumbling under her ear.

“Nope,” she giggles. “I’m not. She sounds harmless. In fact.” Miriam lifts her head, her eyes sparkling. Harry cups her face. “I’m proud of you for talking to a woman.”

He frowns. “Don’t be weird.”

“I’m not weird. This is great, actually! It’s building your social skills. So next time, you won’t have several panic attacks. Maybe just one or two.”

He cups her face with his other hand. “You’re joking around? Mira, you’re supposed to be a green-eyed jealousy monster right now, you know?”

She smiles sweetly at him. “Why?”

“Because your boyfriend got asked out by someone else and he said yes!”

“But you clearly don’t want to go out with her.”

“It’s a matter of being asked out! It means other people want me. I get jealous when people get close to you. It’s normal, right?”

“Oh please,” Miriam says, tucking a curl behind his ear. “I know you’re going to get asked out. You’re so attractive. I’m surprised, if anything, that this doesn’t happen more. Or if it does, you don’t even realize it.” She looks very excited then. “Do people, you know, compliment you a lot?”

He frowns. “Yes?”

“Like – what do they compliment you on?”

“Um, my hair. My tattoos. My eyes–”

Miriam gasps. “Your eyes? Harry, they’re flirting with you!”

“No they’re not! They’re just saying that I have really pretty eyes! In a friendly way!”

She slaps a hand over her mouth. “They say that?! They say you have pretty eyes?”

“Yes? But how else would you compliment someone’s eyes? Just by saying ‘oh hey you have super cool eyes dude’?”

Miriam just has to sit back and look at him for a bit. She has no idea how his brain works, how he interacts with people on a daily basis. No wonder he’s so panicked right now.

“You,” she tells Harry, “are such a beautiful person.”

Harry slants her a look. “Now you’re flirting with me.”

“Thank you for recognizing that.” She reaches out and grabs his face. “You poor thing.”

“What–”

“Getting flirted with and having no idea what to do. Poor baby.” She kisses both his cheeks. “Poor, poor baby.”

“Mira!” He finally cracks a smile and she’s so very relieved to see it.

She draws back, looking at him square in the eyes. “Do you want a hickey?”

Harry’s eyes widen. “W-what?”

“Do you want a hickey? So everyone knows you have a girlfriend and you don’t have to tell them yourself.”

Harry opens his mouth. Then shuts it. Repeats that twice. He looks all over her face. “Miriam, I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

“I most certainly am not.” She smiles coyly. “Please say yes. I’m in the mood to bite. You, specifically.”

“Miriam!”

“Fine. No biting.” She leans in and catches his mouth in a kiss. His hands spread wide across her back, her soft hair brushing against his knuckles. “But,” she whispers against his mouth. “Thank you for telling me this.”

He draws back just an inch, looking down at her through hooded eyes. “I think I gave you material to use against me, actually.”

She shakes her head. “No, no. And I’m sorry you were uncomfortable and put on the spot when she asked you out. And that she asked a second time too.” Miriam blinks up at him. “I can see why she’d want to jump on you immediately. You’re really hot. Dunno if that helps.”

He groans softly and drops his forehead to hers. “Don’t do that.”

“Did you really think I’d be so upset with you that I'd break up with you?”

“If not that, you'd be so jealous you’d have angry sex with me.”

Miriam barks out a laugh, slapping hand over her mouth again. “Harry!”

He winces. “I know. Real bad. I won’t bring it up again.”

“Oh, baby.” She holds his face. “I truly learn more and more about you every day.”

He tilts his head and kisses her again. Then, suddenly, he switches over to hug her tightly to his front, his face against her neck. Harry inhales and then sighs. “Can’t imagine doing anything now with anyone else. I don’t want it. Always want it to be you. Always you. Love you so much, Mira, it hurts.”

And Miriam lets him hug her, eyes closed.

Later, she says, “I can pretend to be jealous so we can have sex. Not on the counter though. I didn’t clean it very well after I mixed the ingredients. Plus I’m super hungry so I might think of pie instead of you.”

Harry’s only response to that is quiet laughter.

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starrylothcat · 1 year ago

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Hi hello! I heard you wanted Crosshair prompts, and #17 has Cross written allllll over it, so I’m gonna volunteer as tribute and humbly request that one 😌

Crosshair really does things to me, so thank you for this. I just had to write it on my break!

Warnings: NSFW. Crosshair being a possessive bastard and acting kind of toxic. But I love him for that. Rough-ish sex. 😈

Pairing: Crosshair x FemReader

Word Count: 420-ish (nice)

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Prompt 17: “I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat today and now you’re going to cum for each one of them.”

You were in trouble and you knew it.

You had been teasing Crosshair all day, and it finally came to a head. Crosshair had you pinned against the wall in a supply closet tucked deep in the back of 79s, his mouth relentlessly devouring yours, barely giving you a chance to breathe.

The final straw was you talking to a reg, letting him buy you a drink. You knew this would get Crosshair to snap, and Maker did it.

His hand was already down your pants, rubbing his deft fingers between your soaking folds, swallowing every whimper and cry he pulled from your chest.

His armor dug into your body, keeping you up against the wall as each stroke on your aching core weakened your legs with every pass.

You knew you would have bruises later, but the thought of him leaving marks on your body that would last for days ignited the fire in your gut even more.

Crosshair’s other hand was holding the side of your neck, not too hard but enough to keep you in place, reminding you who you belonged to.

“Crosshair-“ you sobbed against his mouth, begging for him to just put his fingers inside you already, your cunt absolutely aching for him.

He pulled away slightly, a dangerous look on his face.

“You want something, kitten?” He growled, his fingers just barely brushing over your clit, teasing at your entrance.

You trembled against him, tugging at the short hair at the nape of his neck. “P-please…”

Crosshair chuckled darkly, his hand on your neck moving to grasp at the side of your head, his fingers gripping your hair.

“I’m not sure if you deserve it…the way you’ve been treating me all day…”

One of his long fingers nudged at your entrance, just pushing through your tight muscle, but still not enough. You let out another choked sob, bucking against him, desperate for more.

“But don’t worry, kitten…” Crosshair licked a hot stripe down your neck, still not moving his finger.

“I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat today and now you’re going to cum for each one of them.”

Your eyes widened, but before you could respond Crosshair pushed two fingers inside of you, all the way to his knuckle.

The cry you let out was pathetic, but you didn’t care.

Crosshair moved his fingers at a brutal pace, his thumb circling your clit, finally giving you what you wanted.

Crosshair bit down on your neck hard, already feeling you flutter around his fingers, your climax imminent, his hard cock straining in his blacks against his codpiece.

“No reg will ever make you feel this way, right kitten? Use your words, that mouth of yours was sure busy earlier talking to him.” Crosshair rasped as he licked the bruise that was forming on your neck. “N-no…” You gasped, barely able to even think a coherent thought as his fingers curled inside you, your vision blurring.

“That’s right, and I’m going remind you of that over and over so you won’t forget…we have a long way to go, kitten. I hope you’re ready…”

A/N: I have no excuse for this filth 🤷🏻‍♀️

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i-heart-yellowstone · 6 months ago

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4 - Dutton’s and Lambert’s

Part 5

Raised Fair Share Of Hell

If y'all got any ideas for this especially moments with Alissa and Rip send them to my ask box 🤗

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Standing in front of Lee’s freshly dug headstone and empty grave that he would be put in a few minutes later. I was wearing a short sleeve black dress that went down to my knees. “Alissa.” Opening my eyes I slowly glanced over my shoulder watching my husband walking up to me.

“What is it, Kace?” I questioned him when he finally stopped to stand beside me. He was wearing a full black suit, white shirt and a white tea shirt underneath with his dusty black Cowboy hat.

“How’s your ankle in that boot?”

My gaze lowered down to my left ankle in a doctor's boot that the hospital had told me I would have to wear for a while. “I’ll get used to it.” I answered his question not liking it but was thankful the surgery to remove the bullet didn’t go horribly wrong.

“That’s not what I’m asking. I don’t want you putting too much on it to be here today.”

Grasping his hand in mine I rubbed my thumb over the black wedding band on his left hand. “Kayce, I want to be here. For you and your family. Y’all have known me my entire life. Besides, Lee was like a brother to me. I need to say goodbye to him.”

“How did I get so lucky with you, Ms. Lambert?” Kayce asked, cradling the side of my face in his freehand.

Reaching down inside the front of my dress I drew out the necklace chain I wore with my wedding ring on it. “That’s Mrs. Dutton to you, Kayce John. And you got so lucky cause we’re best friends.” I decided to wear it mostly as a necklace too worried I’d lose the ring that meant so much to me.

“Looks like it’s time.” He squeezed my hand in his seeing the casket being brought close by one of the trucks. He removed his hand from mine, walking over and being a pull bear for his brother alongside John , Rip and a few other ranch hands.

The casket was set up and lowered into the ground before I noticed John walk up and stand in front of it. Each family member went up to say their goodbye leaving me and Faith the last to go. “I'm gonna miss you, Uncle Lee. Thanks for my birthday present - and I hope you are running a beautiful ranch up in the sky.” She laid some flowers over his casket stepping back crying into her father's jacket.

Lee had gotten her a tiny horse necklace for her birthday with the money that his father paid him.

“Hey, Lee. First off I - um I want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this happened to you when I could've stopped it.” I felt some tears welling up in my ears and I gripped my ring necklace for strength. “I know I shouldn't put the weight on myself but I am because - because I'm going to miss you so much. I'm gonna miss you and my sister pretending like there's not a spark between you two. I'm going to miss you being Faith's favorite uncle. I'm going to miss our flour fights at 2am. Lee - I'm gonna miss you. But don't you worry I am going to make sure your name and memory aren't forgotten.”

Kayce’s hand touched my shoulder softly. “Alissa - easy now. I've got you - I've got uou honey.” I spun around throwing myself into his chest and he wrapped his arms around my shaking body. We just held each other for a little while until everyone slowly made their way back to the main house.

Gator had prepared dinner for both of our families to enjoy for the next couple of days. The sun was setting over the Dutton Ranch when I went to find my sister Alana standing on the front porch by herself. Pushing the door opened I walked outside. “What are you doing out here, sis?”

“Just needed some air. Today's been - rough. How are you doing?” She asked me rolling her shoulders before dropping them.

I came over leaning my elbows on the wooden porch railing. “Pretty much the same. Faith, just says she wants him back for her birthday. I actually told her that we'd celebrate somehow once all this dies down but she has to understand he's not coming back.”

“It sucks that she misses him so much.” Alana glanced at me, seeing my wedding ring dangling from my neck. “You know who's wedding ring that is right?”

“Yeah.”

She pressed on clasping her hands together. “And did you know that Lee proposed to me with that exact ring?”

“What! Why are you just telling me this now? Have you two been secretly married this whole time?”

She touched my hand seeing that I was getting worked up over her bombshell of news. “Let me explain. First off nobody in either of our families knew about it. We were going to announce it until the day you came home and told us you were pregnant. So Lee and I talked it over and he decided it was best for you and his brother to get married and raise the baby together more than that ring would benefit us at the time.”

“Alana, I - why didn't you tell me sooner?” I felt slightly heartbroken that she gave up her marriage to Lee Dutton for me.

She intertwined our hands together giving me a weak smile. “Because you were going through a lot. Dad was pissed and mom was busy preparing for the baby so it just didn't seem right.”

“So I was right all along about you and Lee?” I asked with a hopeful yet shocked smile on my face.

She nodded her head yes. “We just weren't so obvious the way you and Kayce were - better yet still are today.”

“We are not!” I scolded her.

My sister smirked. “It's nothing to be ashamed of if you want to climb into bed with him. You're already married anyhow.”

“Alana!” I turned my face away, blushing slightly, clearing my throat. “But you two still could have gotten married and had kids for both ranches. So why didn't you?”

She shrugs her shoulders in response. “Didn't ever seem like the right thing for us. Lee and I never wanted to talk about that since that's all our daddy's wanted to talk about.”

“God gave me two daughters and no sons so I'm gonna need them to give me some grandbabies to keep this land of ours.” I did the best impression of my father as I could, still deeply loving him.

Alana was in agreement with me. “We just wanted to enjoy the pressure being off of us, especially the day you got pregnant. You're my little sister so I did what was best for you even though it was making me lose some happiness.”

“I'm sorry.” I wrapped my arms around her in a hug and she hugged me back sniffing through some tears of her own.

“It's okay, Lissa. I was right about something though with our families.” She broke the hug slightly seeing confusion written on my face until she finished her sentence. “I guess Dutton’s and Lambert’s were always meant to go together.”

A few days after the funeral I was walking to the barn to saddle my horse so I could take Faith on a ride yet I halted in my tracks outside the door hearing Jamie and John discussing something inside. “Did they identify Kayce?”

“Not yet.”

“Who are the agents we're talking about?” John asked him.

Jamie responded. “It's, uh, Tom Reynolds and Aaron McReary.”

“Reynolds I can deal with.” He admits. “I don't know this McReary.”

“Yeah, he lives in the south end of the valley. Word is he likes his religion.”

John questioned his son. “As in "won't tell a lie" likes it?”

“Yeah, that would be my guess.”

“Find out where he goes to church. Anything else? Anything else? You said there were a few.”

“The medical examiner's report. You're not gonna like it.” Jamie began explaining.

“Who else has seen the report?” John pressed on for answers.

“The only ones who have seen it want it to change.”

My father in law muttered. “Then it'll change.”

“It means they're doctors. Which means they took an oath, and it wasn't to you. No matter what we do, the photographs won't change. The body won't change. It'll tell the same story - to anybody who looks.” Jamie snapped back at him mentioning some good points.

“The body's buried, Jamie. Relax.” John walked up near his son’s face.

Jamie tried to make him understand. “Yeah, but when they see the report…”

“When they see the report, what? You think I'm just gonna let them dig up my son?” John getting closer up in his face.

He explained to him with a heavy sigh. “When they see the report, they won't ask. They're just gonna do it, Dad. I think we should…”

John held a hand up to him. “No, don't say it.”

“I think we should beat them to it.”

John stomped forward shoving his son against one of the horse stalls behind him staying in his face. “All right, don't say it. Don't even think it.”

“Kayce shot him in the forehead while he laid on his back.” Jamie declares while I felt a nervous tightness in my chest form at his words, remembering the incident all too well.

John growled in his face in disbelief. “We don't know it was Kayce.”

“He was executed. Five bullets in a circle, like this. Name the livestock officer who could do that.” Jamie asked him the question John and I both feared he would say, pointing to his round lawyer badge on his shirt.

Turning my attention away from the door I threaded my fingers into my hair, beginning to feel powerless in this situation. “What are we gonna do, Kayce?”

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corvusalbus93 · 8 months ago

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Unrest

Author's Note: A short, taking place near the end of the Nephilim crusades. It’s basically about how the Horsemen (or two of them anyway) found together, before offering their services to the Council. Here, Death learns Strife no longer supports their campaign of conquests, as the two talk, after the Nephilim take another world. Strife POV.)

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It had been some hours since nightfall, yet it was far from dark. Fires still burned all over town, some eating away at the ruins, while around others the celebrating Nephilim had gathered, to drink and feast. Their howls and laughter echoed through the otherwise lifeless streets to be heard far and wide. Strife tried to pay them no mind. Until recently he would have happily participated, but tonight he had snuck away and returned to the ruins.

It had taken him some time to find the house he’d been looking for. He remembered kicking down the door earlier that day, when the Nephilim army had taken the town. He remembered raising his guns only to find himself staring at helpless civilians. Two parents huddling in a corner, their small child between them, shielded by their arms. The look of horror in their eyes.

Strife tensed at that memory.

He’d stood there, fingers on the triggers, and for the first time in his life, been unable to pull them. And so he’d remained frozen in place, until one of his brethren had stormed in, pushed him aside and done what he could not. He had not fired a single shot today.

Now he’d come back, using the curved shard of some pot to dig up the little garden beside the house. Usually, he didn’t like getting his gear dirty, but currently he couldn’t care less that he was kneeling in the dirt. By the time he'd dug out a shallow hole, Strife heard footsteps approaching him. He didn’t turn around, as out of the corner of his eye he could see a figure emerging from the shadows, one of the Firstborn.

“Is it not a little late for looting?”

Strife’s eyes narrowed and he turned his gaze back to the hole. “Maybe I like the ambiance.”

“Careful. Remember who you are speaking to.” Strife was about to make some snide remark, but for once in his life managed to hold his tongue. That guy wouldn’t get it; after all, what could he expect from one, whose name literally meant ‘Death’. Still, the older Nephilim stepped closer, perhaps only now making sense of the hole’s shape. “A grave? I’m unaware of any losses.”

“It’s not for one of us, okay?”

“A native?”

“...a family.”

There was an uncomfortably long pause, before the Firstborn spoke again, the faintest hint of curiosity lingering in his voice. “Why would you care about them?”

Strife stopped digging. “Why?”

“That’s what I asked.”

“No. Why did we take this realm?” Strife got up to his feet and turned to Death, tossing his improvised shovel aside. “We defeated what few warriors they could muster, when we first arrived, but today was senseless slaughter. So, before I answer you, I want to know why.” This was bold, even for him. However, a growing number of nagging questions were keeping him up each night now. And his last job...no, he didn’t want to think about that right now.

The older Nephilim frowned. “It’s but another world along our path. We take what we need, what we want and move on, as we always have.”

“But what’s the fucking point?!” Strife snapped. “World after world put to the torch and for what?!”

He had seen them, realms and civilizations before the invasion, when he went on jobs between conquests. He’d seen thriving cultures, walked across the lush fields, been on words teeming with life. Until the Nephilim came to burn it all down and replace it with nothing. Nothing but ash and rubble.

It had taken him way too long to start asking why, and it troubled him that he had found no good answer.

“Are we just gonna keep doing this until there is nothing left?! Until all of creation is destroyed?!” It was the first time he uttered such questions out loud, and briefly he wondered, if shouting them into a Firstborn’s face was going to be his last mistake. It didn’t matter. Strife gestured to the house behind him. “These were civilians, parents, children...we had no reason to slaughter them!”

Death, if anything, seemed unimpressed. “You never cared before. And now you are trying to do right by them, pay your last respect to this family?” He sighed. “That won’t change a thing.”

“It’s something.”

“It’s meaningless,” the older Nephilim insisted. “Their souls are in the Kingdom of the Dead and won’t know about this. You did this to ease your own mind.”

“So it’s selfish. Is that what you are saying? That is still something.” Strife clenched his fists. “Now what? I’m gonna get punished?”

For a moment it seemed as if Death was sizing him up. “Tell me; what if there was an alternative to our crusades, another path our people could take?”

“I think it depends on what that entails. Are there new plans?”

“Considerations. What do you know of the Balance?”

Strife shrugged. “Not much. Know about the war between Heaven and Hell, laying waste to realms before some council stepped in.”

“Yes; before they could destroy all of creation.”

“Yeah, something like that." He put on a bitter smile. "Why? Are they pissed we’re now doing such a great job at continuing that legacy?”

The Firstborn folded his arms. “We’ve fought forces of both Heaven and Hell before. It’s only a matter of time before we demand their full attention. And that of the Charred Council.”

"That can’t end well for us. So what? We’re gonna make peace, settle down?” He had trouble picturing Death using his scythe on crops rather than people. He had trouble picturing what he himself would do. Strife was a killer, through and through. While his views on their crusades had changed, the urge to fight and kill was still there, probably always would be. Death seemed to think much the same.

“I doubt peace would agree with us. But you are right in one respect; as it is now, we’re just blindly destroying everything in our path. That needs to change.”

Strife recalled hearing him argue with others of the Firstborn weeks ago, though hadn’t caught enough to know about what. Was Death of all people, honestly sharing his doubts? And agreeing with him? It was nice and all, but it wouldn’t matter much, unless...

“Does Absalom see it the same way?”

Death’s eyes twitched ever so slightly, but the younger Nephilim caught it, nonetheless. “Not yet. He’s as stubborn as the rest of us. At least you and I aren’t the only ones, who are...dissatisfied.”

There were others? Somehow this revelation made Strife feel a little lighter. It wasn’t just him going crazy, or maybe there were others just as crazy as him. He was happy with either. “So, what now?”

“I’m looking into a few options. Ways we might end this.” Death looked over his shoulders to the fires, around which their brethren were still feasting, before he gave Strife a nod. “I’ll be in touch.”

With that he departed, disappearing back into the shadows. For a while Strife looked after him, listening, until he could no longer hear any footsteps. What options was he talking about? Strife somehow doubted Absalom would want to end their crusades any time soon, no matter what arguments the Firstborn had. The original Nephilim feared neither Heaven nor Hell, and probably not some council, no matter their authority.

In that case, how far would Death go? A coup? If he found enough supporters, it was certainly an option, though it would mean Nephilim fighting Nephilim.

Strife walked into the house. The bodies were still how he’d left them, huddled together in the corner, though the blood had long dried. He began to untangle them, carefully so, as if trying not to cause further harm.

How far was he himself willing to go?

Frankly, he wasn’t sure, but their campaign of conquest had to end, or countless more worlds would burn like this one. Or the Nephilim would eventually meet their match. Heaven, Hell, Makers; if they could make treaties, how long until they decided to put their differences aside just long enough to deal with them? Even if they didn’t, Absalom would eventually try to conquer the two kingdoms, of that he had no doubt. And that was a fight Strife was not sure they could win.

Whatever Death was planning, perhaps it was the better alternative. The smaller evil in the long run.

Finally, he’d untangled the bodies from one another, and one by one he carried them to the shallow grave. The parents were first, placed so they would be facing each other. The child was last. As he walked outside, Strife looked at the small bundle in his arms.

He had no trouble fighting and killing demons, angels, beasts, creatures of the void or any other warrior standing in his way; he enjoyed it, the bloodshed, the thrill. But not this. He’d found his line. Or maybe he had just finally realized that there had to be a line. It made him sick to his stomach to think how often he’d already crossed it, and before he knew it, he was cradling the bundle, as he stepped into the garden.

Gently, as if afraid to hurt it, he placed the child in between the other two bodies, before putting one arm of each parent around it, mimicking their final embrace as best he could. Nephilim didn’t really have funeral rites, not beyond just burning the bodies, which was the most common practice, since everything tended to be already on fire when they were done. But something about burying them this way felt right. The first thing to feel right in some time.

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This had been meant to serve as a flashback in my discontinued Darksiders Pariahs-story, but I thought it works as a standalone too. Hope you enjoyed.

#darksiders #darksiders death #darksiders strife #darksiders nephilim #darksiders pariahs

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spicycinnabun · 8 months ago

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pt. 1 2 3 🧜🏻‍♂️

Mickey snorted, smoke coming out his nostrils. What the fuck could he show him? How to drown in the lake? The merman continued to watch him expectantly, though, with those curious bright green eyes, and Mickey felt weird—almost like he didn’t want to disappoint him or something.

He exhaled. “Alright, but it ain’t gonna be anythin’ as impressive as that jump. Don’t go throwing no rotten seaweed at me.”

Pinching his cigarette between his lips to hold it there, Mickey dug into his other pocket, taking out a piece of bone white paper. Luckily, the breeze had calmed almost to a standstill, so he could use his lap as a table without worrying about it blowing away. With a delicacy he lacked in all other aspects of his being, Mickey started folding the paper.

While Ian didn’t know what to expect, he was just excited to see a human trick. It was wild what Mickey did, making something white appear from his pocket. Part of Ian thought that was it, but no, there was more.

It took a minute, but eventually, Mickey produced a lotus. Feeling more than a bit foolish, he leaned down and lowered the origami flower into the water, where it slowly floated over to the merman.

Ian watched with wide, excited eyes. “Wow! What is it?” Ian picked it up to look, but it had become even more fragile since it had gotten wet. “Oh no.”

He frowned softly, not wanting it to disappear, but his wet hands made it worse. The paper disintegrated and washed away in the water quicker than it had appeared. Ian looked up at Mickey dejectedly. He had wanted to keep it.

There was just something so innocent about Ian. It made Mickey wonder if it was an act at all. Or, like, maybe Ian was special, and his fishsitter was out there somewhere looking for him. Fuck, that would make Mickey such a fucking pervert for checking him out.

“It’s just some stupid origami,” Mickey said, ashing his cigarette out on the boat. “I can make another.”

“It’s not stupid. I liked it.” Ian was delighted. He started smiling again, his tail swinging beneath the water.

Mickey fought a smile of his own. Ian’s fish tail was almost like a dog’s tail wagging.

He didn’t have proper origami paper—just pages from his drawing pad he’d stuffed in his shorts should inspiration strike. Mickey took another out and carefully folded it into an angelfish. This time, he held it out to the merman to take.

Ian’s eyes widened again when he noticed what the shape was. “You made me a fish?” Ian took it and put it in the water, laughing as the same thing happened. “Guess that white stuff can’t get too wet, huh?”

“No… it’s paper,” Mickey explained with his typical limited patience, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that he really wasn’t talking to somebody human. Because even people on the short bus knew what paper was, and Ian seemed (again) genuinely confused.

“Oh. Paper.” Ian was getting bored of the paper anyway. “ You sure you don’t wanna get into the water and cool down? You’re kinda looking like a lobster.” Mickey was quickly going from white to red.

“I’m sure. Don’t feel like sinkin’ to my death today.” Mickey glanced down at his torso. Fuck, he really was starting to burn. He got up, heading to the cabin and climbing down the stairs.

“Are you squidding me? I wouldn’t let that happen,” Ian said, but Mickey had already disappeared.

Mickey was reluctant to take his eyes off spicy salmon roll over there, but he needed to cover himself. There was a T-shirt in his backpack, so he put that on, cringing a little at how sweaty he was and how the fabric brushed against his burnt skin. Then he climbed back out, weirdly relieved that Ian was still there. “We should probably head back to the harbor soon.”

The sun would go down in a couple of hours, and Mickey didn’t want to lose visibility even more. He didn’t know if Ian even knew the direction to take him to shore.

Mickey’s body was more covered up. Ian sighed and felt himself starting to pout. Mickey wasn’t going to swim with him then. “I can’t... go that close to the harbor.”

He couldn’t be above the surface for that much longer, either. Interacting with a human was one thing, especially since Mickey didn’t even believe he was a merman, but he couldn’t risk being seen by anyone else.

Mickey’s mouth twisted a little. So what, he was supposed to just leave the guy out here, in the middle of the fuckin’ lake? Hopefully, Ian could swim back to wherever he came from, or Mickey would call the coastguard when he got to shore.

“You have to raise that sail, and then I can push you towards the harbor... but only if you promise to come back and visit me.” Ian was so lonely sometimes. He just wanted someone to swim with.

Mickey eyed Ian and that ridiculous pout. Fuckin’ hell… As if Mickey was the only decent company he could get. That wasn’t right. “And just how’m I gonna find you again, huh?”

That could’ve been his subtle way of asking the merman for his number. The guy was shark raving mad, sure, but Mickey had never been entirely sane himself, either.

Fuck it. He was intrigued, a little scared, and a little turned on. He was basically living in this boat, too. He didn’t have much else going on.

All Ian could think about was how happy he was that the human fish was asking him how he could find him again. Mickey wanted to see him again? His tail started to quiver and then thrash. “All you have to do is say my name when you’re out here all alone again, and I’ll come find you. Promise.” He knew that Mickey finding him again could be tricky, but he had no doubt that Mickey could and would find him tomorrow. “You’ll swim tomorrow when you’re not so red?”

Mickey felt a slight pang of disappointment when Ian fed him that fairy-tale line. That sounded an awful lot like some bullshit rejection, but contrary to his words, Ian looked like Mickey had just told him he’d won the lottery. Talk about wearing your emotions on your tail.

Also, the guy would not give up trying to get him to swim.

“Yeah, maybe. We’ll see,” Mickey replied. He scratched his neck, cringing a little when his skin prickled hotly. That was definitely going to be peeling later. He gestured to the boat. “A’right, Flipper, can ya give me a push?”

🌊🧜🏻‍♂️🪸⛵️

co-writing with my ian, @batty4steddie 🩵

#fic #yb #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #ian x mickey #gallavich #gallavich au #gallavich fic #merman au #mermaid au #supernatural au #mermian #merman!ian #🧜🏻‍♂️#sailor!mickey #⛵️#origami #🪷

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giggly-squiggily · 9 months ago

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Helloo! I would like to request something from blue lock if thats okay. ❤️ Be Mine: “Oh that is IT! Come here!” and 🩷 Be my Valentine: “I know all your weaknesses!” with lee!Rin and ler!Sae? If thats okay with you.

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

Oo, the Itoshi brothers! It's more than okay, anon! I've gotcha covered :3

Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!" + Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses!"

“Hm. Rin, hand me that?” Sae pointed up towards the mugs on the highest shelf, just barely out of fingertip range. He wasn’t a short man- Rin just had longer arms and a habit of putting things on the highest shelf in their shared apartment.

“Why? It’s not that far up, is it?” His brother looked up from his phone, expression uninterested. “Where’s your little step stool?”

“I can’t find it-” Sae blinked, then glared. “Ha ha. Very funny.”

“Don’t be mad that you’re vertically challenged.” Rin dug his grave deeper, knowing full well he was being annoying but not caring one bit. “Maybe invest in some high heels; then you’ll be the height all your fans imagine you are.”

Sae’s eye twitched, the only indication he was pissed. Rin blinked back at him innocently, rather satisfied with himself. One more push…

“Don’t worry, Sae. If it doesn’t turn up, we’ll get you another one. With little jungle animals on it.”

“Oh that is IT! Come here!” Sae was on him in seconds, pinning him to the chair as his fingers wormed into his ribs. “You’ve got a real smart mouth on you today, don’t you Rin? Too bad for you, I know all your weaknesses!”

“Geha!” The younger man choked before slamming his mouth shut, trying desperately not to laugh. It proved increasingly difficult the more Sae tickled, using all the old tactics he did when they were kids. “S-Sae!”

“What? Cat got your tongue? Didn’t seem that way while you were running your mouth earlier.” Sae dropped his hands to Rin’s hips, squeezing rapidly and finally getting the reaction he seeked. “There we are.”

“Sahhahahhahhhae!” The damn broke, leaving Rin to sink back as far as he could go in his chair. Cresending laughter pushed past his lips, filling the kitchen as he tried to get away from his brother’s devious fingers. “Knohohohoock it ohohoohoohff!”

“Apologize first for the short jabs.”

“Nehehehhehehver! Yoohoohohu’re juhuhuuuhst mahahhahd cahahhahause yohoohoohu’re buhuuhuhlt lihiihihke a dwahahahhahrf!”

“...And here I was gonna go easy on you.” Sae tsked, shooting a hand up into Rin’s pits and making him arch with a squawk of mirth.

“WHAHAHIT WHAHAHAIT FIHIIHNE I’M SOHOHOOHORRY!”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #Itoshi brothers #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #blue lock #this series of antics was brought to you by your pal squiggily and her IRL friend #He's like-6'2 and calls me a shrimp cause I'm 5'5 #He likes to make short jokes and I know all his tickle spots kjlaerjkajeajrjerj XP

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aemonds-wifey · 2 years ago

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An Unexpected Summer Meeting

Chapter 2

You sat vacantly at the blank piece of paper that sat before you on the table. You had written the first sentence in your head but somehow you were unable paint them to the paper.

No word from George, so you decided to take the initiative and try to speak first.

You missed home, you missed George and even missed your days at work. You tutted to yourself to only imagine how Gretchen, the other girl who worked whenever you were not in.

As you intertwined the pen between your fingers you heard footsteps coming down the stairs , Norman was ready for his day. Your uncle was a big sweet man, a lonely man but he had space enough in his heart for anybody- he reminded you of what Santa would look like, all they Norman was missing was a red hat , an overcoat and black boots.

He reached the bottom step and looked at you “Writing your memoirs love?”

He joked

You laughed “No I was…going to write to mother and father but I think I’ll leave it.” You said putting the pen down slowly and brushing the paper to one side .

You noticed Norman get his coat on “Where are you off then?” You asked

He looked at you as he put his cap on “oh I’m off to do the paper round…” he picked up the stack of pacifist papers he had by the table.

He knew how you felt about the war, you both discussed it at length since you arrived.

As he buttoned his coat up and adjusted his hat he looked at you “You can come with if you want? Gonna meet my friend afterwards and go for a pint.”

As tempting as the invite was you did not feel quite up for it.

“Which friend is this Norm?” You asked

“Douglas. He’s a good man. Fought in the Great War with him…sound man. You’d like him.” He answered.

You nodded “Maybe some other time. I hope you’re successful and stop us from joining in any potential war.” You said picking your pen back up.

He nodded “I’ll be back later. What are you up to today?”

You sighed “I might go for a wander later..but I won’t stay out to long just till maybe 5 or 6.”

He dug down in his pocked and produced a key. He tossed it onto the table “there you go…just in case I’m still out . But be mindful. These streets are different to the ones in Didcot.” He smiled lightly

You nodded “I’ll be careful. Thanks Norm.”

He tipped his hat and within seconds he left the house. You inhaled sharply as you looked around, your eyes fell to the paper again, and once again the words failed you.

You started to write

Dear George

I hope this finds you well.

Manchester is certainly full of sights and life..but not the same as Oxford and no the sights I had planned for our first summer together. Only two weeks and it feels like an eternity since I saw you.

How is it back in Oxford? I wonder how you are keeping yourself occupied, probably preparing for your interview for your Masters at the university. You must remind me of the date and how you get on. Also remind me when you are traveling to Devon

My uncle is a kind man, a pacifist just like you and I. Hr had a lovely home, poor man is on his own- his wife sadly passed not long after the end of the Great War, they had no children of their own but he seems Happy enough. He has friends and colleagues at the factory where he works during the week…He spends a lot of time trying to pass of a paper of peace , seems he’s just as keen to stop us going to any form of war that may come round.

I am sorry it s short but I eagerly await for response…I’m counting down the weeks until We can meet under the oak tree outside of Basildon and pick up where we left off.

Yours,

Y/N

You found an envelope and folded the piece of paper inside. Writing the address on and placing a stamp delicately on the top right corner. You got up and wrapped yourself in your thin navy coat and took the letter and spare key.

You had posted the letter, now George’s response gave you something to look forward to . You took yourself For an aimless walk after that, thinking how you should be talking a stroll by the ashmolean museum, how you both would go in and enjoy soaking up some culture - but that was a dream that you had to postpone. You found yourself exploring the neighborhood , children were playing on the streets - families were enjoying the summer afternoon and you grew envious of couples walking past flaunting their happiness …you felt like the only single person in the world.

Your attention was immediately drawn to what looked like an old Library, naturally you couldn’t resist. The library reminded you of the Bodleian Library. The smell of old books resonating in the air, the sight of students reading vigorously …all the while you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. As the silence crept in your heads your thoughts kept dwelling on home and George. You mindfully gave yourself a little head-shake and headed back outside.

As you stepped out of the library you accidentally brushed past a man, a few of the papers he held onto fell to the ground and you immediately went down to help pick them

Up “ I’m so sorry sir!” You exclaimed.

“Don’t worry lass I wasn’t paying attention.” He said.

His accent was thick but he had a pleasant tone to him.

You noticed he wore a cap similar to Norman’s, you briefly met his eyes and you could see he had lived a life- though fear seemed to be a constant mask

He wore. You picked up the papers snd handed them to it

“Ah thank you kindly.” He said with a small smile.

“I do apologize I hope I did not hurt you .” You said

He shook his head “It’s okay .” A small frown grew “Your not from round here are ya?”

You shrugged with a little smile “What gave me away?”

“The accent…Reading ?” He asked

“Oxford. “ you answered

“Ah so close. First time in Manchester ?”

You nodded “Yes I’m having an explore …whilst I can before war happens.” You said with a distant hint of disappointment

He handed you one of the leaflets he was holding “Here love…bit of reading if your interested.”

You took it , seeing the words “pledge for peace” in bold letters on the top “Thank you sir. Nice to meet someone else who objects to the barbarity of war like I do.”

He had a proud smile and chuckled slightly “Where does a young lady like you get thinking like that?”

You laughed a little too and tapped your head with your index finger “Not sure but I know it could get me in bother. “

He laughed “Smart lass. Well I will not keep you…i best be off.”

“Thank you…take care.” You said as he tipped his cap and walked in the opposite direction.

As he left the square you read the paper he let you keep, it was a bloody good read to you. So much so you read it again, taking in every word. You were so engrossed with it you lost track of time and before you knew it , the day had almost escaped you. It was getting that dark you had to stop by a lamp to read the last part. You stood still reading the last part and started to fold the paper up nearly.

“Letter from your lover?” A voice caught you off guard and you Held The leaflet behind your back.

A man stood there with a half empty bottle in his hand, he approached you slightly as you took a step

Back

“It’s nothing .” You said as you attempted to walk away calmly

“Oh come on love let’s have a gander” he said taking another step, as you turned to leave he lunged forward and managed to snatch the piece of paper out of your hands. He read it, and frowned “Pledge for Peace?” Who gave you this ?”

You didn’t answer you just looked at him “nobody it’s mine.”

He scoffed “Old man Bennett probably or that fool Eugene.”

You didn’t answer you just took another step back “If you wanted entertaining love all you need is to ask.” He said taking another gulp , the stench of booze invaded your nostrils, seeing you were repulsed he took another drink

“I’ve already had some laughs tonight thanks I do not need another from you.”

He almost spat the booze from his mouth, “Such a pretty mouth and such hard words. Think you need to be taught some manners.” he angrily threw the paper to the ground before your feet and stamped on it. He took one long step and you knocked the bottle out of his hand , the crash of the glass breaking was sure to alert somebody. As he was distracted by the destruction of his booze you ran down the street of terraced houses, hoping to come across a corner soon. For a drunk he was surprisingly able to keep up, you finally found a corner and within seconds of turning into it you collided with someone by the corner lamp. Your hand immediately stretched onto his chest as she looked up and was met with a surprised smile, accompanied by tender coral blue eyes that glowed. Your fingers scrunched his shirt as a reflex , he knew something was amiss , yet he did not shove you away.

Under the lamp light. You had a look of panic that eased slightly as he recognized your look and put his arm around you , as if you had both communicated secretly. You didn’t know this man but you had no choice but to stay where you are, you caught a scent of nicotine and musk on his shirt, slightly intoxicating and refreshing compared to the heavy booze you were exposed to moments ago.

The exhausted pants of the drunk Man caught up with you, he stopped mere feet away when he saw you were not alone.

“Alright love been looking for you everywhere !” The man who held you said.

You forced a small smile “Sorry lost track of time.” You answered more confidently than you expected.

The drunk man pointed “Oi Your bird here owes me a bottle of booze…knocked it right out my hand.”

The stranger only tightened his grip on your forearm “Good. Smells like you’ve had plenty.” He said.

“She ran away from me! Just wanted to show her a..” he hiccuped.

“Clearly she don’t want you to show her anything mate. ”

“Your bird was rude she needs some manners shown!” His slurred words only made the stranger chuckle with an arrogance that you found enlightening “mate go home yeah? Show some respect and go.”

“I’ll bloody show you both!” The drunk man made a clumsy swing with his right hand , the man who held you swirled you around out of harms way before grabbing the drunk fool

By the scruff of the neck and holding him against The wall, you clasped your hand over your mouth as you watched him.

“I won’t ask again mate. Piss off before I knock your lights out!” The stranger then dropped him, the drunk man took one last glance at you and stumbled his way out into the distance and out of sight. The stranger turned to you as he straightened out his dark blue jacket. He ran his fingers through his musty brown hair and faced you “Alright love?”

Usually you would run away, but despite his aggressive defense of you, you were in no hurry to leave.

“Yes I…thank you .” You said “I don’t know what I would have done.”

“Ah I think you could have managed , he wouldn’t have been able to keep up .” He said.

“ I’m sorry I bumped into you like that.” You apologized

He shrugged smiling “I’m not.” His smile then turned into concern “seriously alright though?”

You nodded “I am yes…thank you for helping honestly I don’t know what to say.” You patted down your own coat and flipped your hair back from your shoulders

“Could tell me why he thought you were rude - you don’t seem the type .” He smiled.

His devilish smile actually made you glad it was dark, as you felt your cheeks go flush with attraction.

“I don’t think he liked what I classed as a good read. A nice man gave me a pamphlet as I left the library in the square peace pledge stuff.” You explained

He nodded “Ah I see...into the pacifism are ya?”

You gave one nod “I don’t think war is ..always the solution.”

He nodded with you and looked around “You live far?”

You also looked around and panic struck you “I think…I can’t remember …oh shoot which way is my uncles house.”

He chuckled lightly “What street is it? “

You briefly closed your eyes to try and remember “Erm Green Street.”

He smiled “This way.”

You were hesitant at first , he looked at you “What?”

“I…don’t even know your name and you’re leading me off somewhere .” You said with the shy smile that made him step and reassure you by offering his hand “Tom.”

You shook it “Y/N.”

He did not let go and neither did you, he shook it a while longer - his hands were surprisingly gentle with odd scratches on his fingers.

He smiled “Green street is just round here.”

He started to walk and lead you around the corner and onto the street, you hardly recognized it even with the street lights to guide you …you truly felt completely alien.

“First time in Manchester is it?” He asked as you passed the doors of houses.

You nodded “Yeah..and I think this has been my first night of excitement .” You joked “ah here.”

You remembered the shape of the door for your uncles house .

“Hopefully not your first and only night.” He asked leaning against the wall beside the door , watching you search your pockets for your keys.

“We shall see…” you found it “Well Tom…thank you again for rescuing me. “

He winked “My pleasure. I swear Manchester isn’t full of drunken bums.”

You laughed “Well if I can thank you in anyway ..” you locked eyes with him for a moment and you were sure his eyes were staring into your soul, a moment passed between you and you clumsily tried to unlock the door as you opened it he spoke

“Well I don’t know how long you’re staying…but I don’t want you to leave thinking it’s bad here…what are you doing tomorrow ?” He asked

You stood in the door way, nervously fidgeting with your key “If my uncle gets his way probably selling the peace leaflets”

He shook his head “Na. You won’t be. Meet me at thaw library steps tomorrow …midday …what do ya say?”

You did not have to think twice, he seemed genuine but there was something about him that was equally mysterious and roguish …you were curious.

“Sure…I’ll come by.” You said with half a smile

He wore that cheeky smile again “Great.” He popped his hands in his coat pocket “See ya tomorrow Y/N.” , as he strutted away you watched him pick out a cigarette and light it. The smoke blew up in the air as he grew more distant . You smiled and closed the door and leant against it. Catching your breath and imagining what would transpire tomorrow. You could smell the nicotine and delicate musk in your fingers from when your hand held onto his shirt upon your first contact …you inhaled them in and stayed by the door a few moments longer

Chapter 3

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trashbag-baby666 · 9 months ago

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It’s My Party and I’ll Cry if I Want To-Buck/Bucky

Summary: Bucks parents forgot about his birthday once again, Bucky certainly did not.

WC: 4, 040

C/W: Mentions of church and smut at the end (can be skipped!)

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Buck woke up a little earlier and took a little more time getting ready. He took more time picking out his outfit, standing in the mirror dabbing some of his cologne behind his ears. He knew it would drive Bucky up the wall later when he inevitably would be kissing at Bucks neck.

He picked out a new dark brown sweater that definitely complimented his blue eye. He had excitement for today, not that his birthday was ever particularly a big day. It fell not long after new years and it just seemed to get pushed down and forgotten about because of the Holidays.

So of course this year would probably be no different.

Buck came down the steps seeing a familiar sight in the kitchen of his parents packing Adelaide and Zoe’s lunches. Meatball sitting at the girls feet waiting for them to drop something.

“Good morning,” Buck said, clearing his throat coming into the kitchen grabbing his lunch from the fridge.

“Morning, Gale.” His moms voice frantic with a little edge, scribbling notes on the napkins for the girls.

“So, are we still going to dinner? Is it alright if John comes? I assumed but I just wanted to ask first…”

Mary looked up at him, her eyebrows raised and her eyes a little wide. She turned her head glancing at the white board calendar in the kitchen then back at Buck. “Oh sweety…”

And Buck knew that they had forgotten.

“Happy birthday Gale!” Zoe came running over to Buck giving him a hug Addy not far behind, their dad following in with their empty cereal bowls.

“Thank you,” Buck smiles down at the two blonde girls seeing the realization hit his dads face too.

“We’re going to have to reschedule, sweetie…I’m sorry your father and I have a work dinner meeting and the girls are going to Grandmas. I’m sorry I don’t know how we missed it, I swore it was next week.” Buck’s mom sighed as she wrapped him in a hug, “Here why don’t we do this?”

The short blonde woman went buzzing over to her purse sitting on the table and dug before pulling out her wallet, “You can have John and Curt over and you can order a pizza? I know it won’t make up for dinner at Rosalines but we can probably fit that into next week?”

“Okay, I gotta get going, I have to pick up John.” Buck pointed towards the door, he loved his parents but he just really wanted to get out of the house. He wasn’t expecting much anyways but at least they promised dinner?

Buck smiled to himself like a proud boyfriend watching Bucky come out the front door holding a large container and a balloon. Rushing over to the car, John set his container and his backpack in the back seat before climbing into the front. “Happy birthday to you!” Bucky's smile grew wide before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” Buck's cheeks began to turn red. He knew Bucky wouldn’t let Bucks birthday slide without making the biggest deal. He tried throwing him a surprise party last year. But Hambone and Douglass ended up accidentally bringing it up in front of Buck.

“How does it feel to be a legal adult? Should we go buy scratch offs and get matching tattoos?”

“That sounds like a terrible idea.”

“What if we win it big from scratch off? We could buy a house and have sex in every room.”

“Do you know how much houses cost in this economy?” Buck let out a laugh, gently rubbing John's thigh.

“No, because I don’t pay attention in econ,” Bucky flicked him two finger guns, “Oh I also made you a cake! I was gonna put it in Ms. Argyle's room for the day, then we can eat it later or we can eat it at lunch but then we’d probably have to share it with the others. You know how those volchars are”

“You made me a cake?” Buck glanced at him, seeing the wide smile on the other's face.

“Yeah I frosted it too and there’s strawberries on it.” Bucky felt proud of himself; he knew how Buck didn’t really like his birthday, “Are we still going out to dinner at that one fancy place?”

“Uh…no. They forgot.” Buck tripped over his words, “Too busy to fit me into their calendar. She gave me some money to order a pizza and said you and Curt could come over.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Buck.” John knew this wasn’t anything new, Buck would have something important and his parents wouldn’t work him into their schedules. He wasn’t near the top of their priority list anways.

“It’s fine, it’ll probably be more fun this way. You, me, Curt, some shitty movie and the cake you made.”

“That does sound kind of fun, maybe we can go for a couple rounds of birthday sex then.” Bucky punched him lightly in the shoulder. Buck had been looking forward to the birthday sex…he wasn’t a man of lying.

Bucky rested his hand on the top of Bucks, squeezing it lightly, “We should skip and drive out of town and get a hotel room.”

“As appealing as that sounds, I have a calc test today,” Buck sighs, pulling into the high school's parking lot.

“For my birthday we should plan, skip and go get matching face tattoos.”

“We are not getting matching face tattoos!”

“Hey!” Croz slapped his hand down on Bucks hood as they came to a hard stop, nearly hitting him and Bubbles.

“Sorry boys!” Bucky rolled down the window.

“I’ll give you a break, because it’s your birthday.” Croz smiled walking over to Buck's window, “Happy birthday, old man.”

“You’re next Croz!” Buck points at him as he pulls into a parking spot since Croz had the next birthday.

“Now we must seize our day, Buck.” Bucky patted the other's leg, “I promise that today is going to be a good day.” John unbuckled and leaned over the center council cradling the side of Buck's face, “And the wait for sex will be worth it.” Bucky pressed a gentle, teasing kiss to his lips, “I assure you, Gale. You’ll be glad the house is empty.”

Buck pressed his lips back into Bucky’s but he pulled away teasingly, “You’ll be starving for it later.” Bucky opened the door, getting out, Buck rolled his eyes, throwing his head back dramatically before doing the same.

“Whats up Queers!” Curt came jogging up behind them from where he had gotten off the bus then seeing the two walking to the doors, “Happy birthday Buck.” He patted him on the shoulder and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Hey!” Bucky rejoiced as if he hadn’t seen Curt in years.

“How’s the birthday?” Curt put a strong hand on Bucks shoulder.

“Just the usual, my parents forgot.” Gale shrugged nonchalantly.

“Damn I’m sorry that happened again.”

“It’s fine we're gonna have a good day regardless, right John?” Buck nudged his boyfriend.

“Hell yeah we are! You should come eat cake with me and Buck later!” John walked a bit further ahead walking backwards, making Buck a little nervous because the cake was still in his hands.

“I gotta work tonight, someones gotta run the fuckin’ Taco Bell.” Curt sighed holding the door open for them.

“What!? Don’t they know that this is a national holiday?” Bucky protested.

“Well it’d probably be more like a bank holiday, unfortunately.” Curt snickered, elbowing their sides.

Unfortunately, Curts right, his parents wouldn’t even notice if his birthday was a national holiday. Now he just wanted the school day to go by fast so he could be with John.

“We have to take them to Grandma Ethels?” Bucky grumbled looking at the longline of cars in the pickup line at the elementary school.

“Yes, we won’t stay long I promise. I’m just going to run in, you don’t have to come in.” Buck didn’t exactly want to go to his Grandmas either but he had to drop off Addy and Zoe. If he tries to leave without coming in she would chew his ear off on how bad of an influence she thinks Bucky is. She deeply despised him since he first came to the family Christmas. His other cousins brought their boyfriends and girlfriends. Why couldn’t he bring his?

Buckys always a hit with Bucks aunties though, which made for a good time. but across the room would be his Grandma silently judging him for bringing ‘the devil’ into her family.

“I’m sorry that she acts that way in front of you. You don’t deserve that and it’s not okay.” Buck glanced over at him and brought one of his hands down to his thigh.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh look!” Bucky broke out a smile while they pulled up next and saw Addy and Zoe waving at them before they rushed getting into the back.

“Hi Bucky!” The girls leaned over the seat hugging him. Addy and Zoe were easily Bucky's second biggest fans right behind Buck and Curt.

“We made you a card,” Zoe smiled, unzipping her backpack and taking out the card.

“That's so nice of you guys,” Buck glanced in the rearview mirror at them. Bucky took the card from them showing Buck as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.

“Is this us?” Bucky cooed pointing at the two stick people holding hands with a heart over them holding hands.

“Yeah!” Addy pointed at the pink card.

“Because you guys are in love,” Zoe giggled, “I drew Gale and Addy drew Bucky.”

“You guys are so talented I think it looks just like me,” Bucky held the card up next to his face.

“Yes, the next Michael Angelo and Davinci.” Buck agreed, sharing a smile with Bucky and giving his thigh a small squeeze.

“Do we have to go to Grandmas?” Addy pouted in the back, the girls were on a similar page about their Grandma. She always had really weird strict rules that certainly hadn’t changed since Gale was younger.

“Yeah, why not? Grandma doesn’t let us watch any cartoons and she wears too much perfume.” Zoe whispered the last part causing an eruption of laughter from the entire car. As much as Buck didn’t want to have to leave them with her he also didn’t want to have to be responsible for them…it also might’ve been because he had been looking forward to Bucky bending him over the kitchen counter.

“Because I have plans with my friends and mom and dad have a work dinner. I don’t even know what time they’ll be back tonight. Here, how about after school tomorrow we can go get ice cream?” Buck suggested trying to keep the peace.

“Can I come for ice cream?” Bucky asked, pointing at himself sticking out his bottom lip slightly.

“Of course you can come, you don’t have to ask.”

“Okay I can’t promise you that this is going to be like the best cake you’ve ever had. I followed some recipes on Tik Tok and…voila.” Buck took the container off the cake. It was a heart shaped messily chocolate frosted cake with ‘HBD Buck’ in messy white frosting at the top. Strawberries cut in half garnished the dollops of frosting on the border.

“You’re too sweet, I mean it John.” Buck slapped his ass lightly causing the other to turn bright red.

“I’m gonna sing to you and it’s going to be so good I’ll win a Grammy for my performance!” Bucky announced as he seemed to magically pull out a box of birthday candles out of his pocket. Buck knew all of this was incredibly cheesy but he knew how much of a romantic Bucky is…he also liked rose petals and candles on the bed…and well Buck liked the romantics of it all too.

“I guess this is your one day in the entire year where I cannot deny you the right to sing.” Buck knocked his elbow into his boyfriend's side.

“You love when I sing, you can’t keep lying to yourself.” Bucky stuck the candles in the cake. Today he was focused on Buck and he just wanted to make his day better. He could see in the way his shoulders seemed to sag more every time he saw him and the glow in his eyes was just not as bright as it should be.

Bucky grabbed his lighter from his pocket and lit the five candles on the cake.

“Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Gale. Happy birthday to you!” Bucky sang to him Meatball sitting at their feet seemingly howling along to Bucky's scratchy voice. Buck blew out the candles silently wishing for a good and amazing year for them. Then he felt Bucky's lips pressed to his cheek, the familiar little mustache tickling his skin.

“What’d you wish for?”

“Can’t tell or it won’t come true.”

“Did you wish for me to grow a thicker mustache so I can gel it?”

“Hell no.”

Bucky shook his head grabbing a knife from the knife block, Buck quickly took it out of his hands. “No knives for you, remember home ec last year when you almost stabbed me?”

“That was an accident. How was I supposed to know the water was going to boil over? It almost burned my hand.” Bucky threw his arms up in the air dramatically with that silly, dopey smile on his face. Buck truly wouldn't have cared if John accidentally stabbed him if it meant him not burning his hand.

“Why don’t you get two plates down, Gordon Ramsey?”

Bucky definitely wasn’t the kind of guy who knew his way around the kitchen. He knew how to make ramen in the microwave and that was about it.

Buck definitely is impressed by the cake as he cuts into it. It smelled good and it looked good. “Did you make this by yourself?”

“Well I Facetimed Croz and he gave me some tips. But other than that, yeah. Maybe I did actually learn a few things in home ec.” Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, his face deep in thought but quickly pulled from it as Buck slid the plate with his slice over to him. They both leaned on the counter as they both took a bite, Bucky's face puckering a bit, his lips then pursing together.

It was absolutely terrible. But Buck wasn’t going to show that, he smiled through his bite and swallowed hard, “This is really good.”

“Really? Because I think it tastes like shit.” Bucky snickered, breaking the silence.

Buck felt a wash of relief somewhat fall off his body, it was true though. He would sit here and eat the most vile thing ever and pretend to like it if Bucky made it. That's just how they were, they'd do just about anything to please the other.

“Yeah, wanna go buy a cake from Walmart?”

“Hell yeah.”

The two sat on the couch with the small cake resting on Bucks lap as the two of them just had two forks and no care in the world. They had picked some movie to watch and it was proving to be as boring as watching paint dry. Bucky leaned against Buck, his head resting on his shoulder looking up at him as he brought another bite of cake up to his mouth.

Bucky reached up and gently nudged Buck's hand forcing some frosting to get on his face. “Oops,” he giggled, swiping the frosting off of Buck's nose with his finger and putting it in his mouth.

Buck swallowed hard as he felt that familiar feeling in his pants. Not quite an erection but just that warm feeling. Buck quickly put the cake on the coffee table catching Bucky's hips as he launched himself at Buck's face. John brought his hands up to the others face holding him as he stuck his tongue down Gales throat.

Buck could feel his dick get the rest of the way hard as he began grinding into John's knee between his legs. “God you’re so beautiful.” Bucky mumbled against his lips as he put a hand on Bucks bicep squeezing his muscles, “Have you been working out, Gale?

“I have, what about you, John?” Buck rested his forehead against Buckys, sliding his icy hands under John's hoodie feeling his abs. He knew every inch of John's body like it was his own, he could identify him by hands alone. God, he loved his hands…

Gale wrapped his hand around Bucky's wrist and brought his thumb up to his mouth before wrapping his lips around it.

John let out a small whimper as he watched Gale take his hand. His eyes were closed as he sucked on his thumb but Bucky quickly replaced it with his middle and pointer finger. Buck swallowed against them letting out a small groan, “You’re so fuckin hot. Do you want it now?”

“Bent over the counter,” Gale mumbled against John's fingers. He watched Bucky's face turn bright red and his lips pull up into a devious smile.

“I’ll be right back?” Bucky smirked, hopping off the couch and be-lining it to the stairs. Buck stood up off the couch and put Meatball in his kennel in the office. If they didn’t put him in the kennel he’d sit there and howl the entire time or just kinda stare at them.

Bucky came bouncing down the stairs, the bottle of lube being tossed back and forth in his hands, “Hey that's my job!” John came jogging over and slapped Bucks hands, hooking his fingers into Bucks belt loops pulling him closer. Buck being forced to give up on taking his shirt off. John smirked, satisfied with Buck.

Buck presses his lips back into Johns gently nudging his knee back to sit back down. John took a step back, his hands on Buck's waist pulling them back down onto the couch. Quickly deciding to flip around, John back straddling Bucks lap surely grinding his cock against his thigh. John felt for the bottom seam of Buck's shirt, shiming it up off his body. Trailing wet hot kisses from his mouth down the side of his neck. John began sucking a hickey into Buck's boney collarbone seemingly leaving a trail of small bites as John got on his knees on the floor. Undoing Gales belt, he began palming at the ever growing bulge in his pants. Buck let out an airy moan. His head tipping back, letting out a frustrated grunt looking up.

John had stopped his palming to undo his belt, “Hurry.” Gale let out a small whimper pushing his hands down to undo his button and zipper. John smirks up at him, teasingly pulling down his pants. He did it as slowly as possible, not breaking eye contact with Gale. The other squirming and squeezing his thighs together, “You can’t tease it’s my birthday.”

“You’re so ridiculous.”

John pulled Gales boxers down, his hard cock smacked against his stomach.

“God you’re so beautiful.” John spoke gazing down at Gale's plump, pink cock. Wrapping a hand around the base John ran his tongue around the tip of it.

Gale gasped, grabbing a fist full of John’s messy brown curls. John felt encouragement from him sitting back on his knees as he swiped his fingers through a chunk of frosting from the cake. Gale felt his body go rigid watching John smear the frosting down the underside of his cock.

“Oops.” John chuckled to himself, swallowing Gale's entire cock, flattening his tongue out and licking the frosting off. The knot in Gale's stomach grew tighter as John pulled his cock back from his mouth with a pop noise. A small bit of frosting and pre cum running from his lips to his chin. God he was so hungry for John right now, considering even abandoning get bent over the counter just so he could fuck John right here on the couch. That idea got scrapped fast, John pressing his lips back into Gales. Gale tasting the sweetness of his own cum mixing with the frosting,

“Let's get this off.” Gale pulled John's shirt off and tossing it mindlessly onto the floor.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Gale whined while wrapping his legs around John's waist. The other didn’t even take a second thought wrapping his hands around Gales' ass picking him up. Carrying him over to the kitchen island he set Gale on the counter then tearing off his own pants. John waited patiently all week to get to bend Gale over and the anticipation was building in his own stomach.

“Come on beautiful,” John whispered gruffly, grabbing Gale by his thighs and pulling him off the counter, “Do you want me to work your sweet little ass open for me?” Landing a loud smack against the blonde's ass.

“Yes please,” Gale whimpered, leaning on the counter and spreading his legs just the slightest. Without warning he rocked forward feeling John shove two lubed up fingers into him. Gale grunting biting down on his lip, “fuck.” He whined as John scissored his fingers, Gale pushing his hips back against him, “I’m ready.”

John, satisfied with him grabbed the lube off the table squirting some into his hand then working his own cock. “Look at you Gale. All pretty just for me.”

Gale's face got warm, blushing red across his cheeks. John rested his head against his entrance for a moment, “Ready beautiful?”

“Please,” Gale whimpered, relaxing himself as John slid his length in, wrapping his hands around Gale's hips squeezing them.

“Oh you feel so good,” John spoke leaning forward as he began thrusting his hips into Gale. Gale leaned on his elbows, John delivering harder and rougher blows to him. His knees started knocking into the cabinets on the island. No one makes him feel good the way John does.

Gale let out a whimper feeling John’s large hand wrap around the back of his neck and his other go to his cock.

“I love you,” Gale uttered through breathy moans feeling the warmth of John’s hand pumping up and down on his cock, Gale rocking his hips back into John’s.

Whipping his head up, Gale heard the shaking of his moms precious fine china cabinet. The slams of John's hips into Gales growing louder and becoming more on beat. “Be Careful what are we gonna tell Mary if we break her china.” Gale's little chuckle filled the room for a moment.

“What if I don’t wanna be careful?”

“Do you…Oh yes right there oh my god!” Gale threw his head back slamming his hips back into John as he hit just the perfect spot and began jerking him off harder, “John oh my god. I love you.”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby…I love you too.” John moaned, grabbing a handful of Gales locks. Slamming his hips into him, “You make me feel so good.”

“Don’t pull out,” Gale began begging as he could feel they were both about to climax. John began pumping him harder and harder, rubbing his thumb over the slit.

“John…” Gale aggressively pushed his hips into John as he came all over John's hand and his own stomach. Moving his hips back and forth to get out the aftershocks, making John's knot in his stomach began to unwind Gale clenched around him. Letting out a loud groan and falling a bit forward into Gale pushing in a few last times before pulling out and leaning forward onto Buck.

“God you’re so fucking good,” John kissed Gales shoulder wrapping his arm around his waist.

“I’m ready for round two, do you wanna go up to my room?” Gale turned to look at him panting through his words.

“Hell yeah,” John threw Gale over his shoulder carrying him up to his room.

“You better not fart John, I’ll cock block you for the night!”

“Don’t count on it!”

Sure his parents forgot about his birthday but as far as Gale was concerned he's having a pretty good time.

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study-coffee-chicago · 2 years ago

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Trifecta from Hell (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: I’m finally posting this here because I got my laptop back! And, it’s unedited because at the time I posted it on Wattpad, my laptop was still being fixed and I hate writing/editing on my phone.

Anyway, sorry it's taken me so long to update! I haven't been watching PD since Jay left, so I didn't really have any ideas for a bit!

But, I have some now and have an idea for a fluffy Thanksgiving and Christmas imagine, so keep an eye out for that in the coming weeks!

Anyway, please remember to reblog and comment!

Enjoy!

Today had been fine...at least it had been until you got out of work and were stopped by one of your coworkers practically screaming at you. And, this wasn't where you typically worked, they were just really short staffed, so you were constantly pulled over here. But, you didn't have access to things that their normal staff did—you worked in mental health, so the most important thing you needed access to were updates on clients...which you didn't since you weren't this places full time staff—and since you were here so much, they were starting to think of you as their normal staff.

But, without access to everything, mistakes were bound to be made and you were the one getting blamed.

And this was what you had ranted to Jay about on your way home.

You were still crying after you hung up the phone and knew you were on the verge of a panic attack. But, you were on the highway and you couldn't easily just pull over.

So, you used a coping skill that you hadn't used since middle school: you dug your fingernails into the skin on the inner part of your wrist. Hard.

You removed your right hand from your left wrist—your left hand still being the one holding the steering wheel during this—and put it wheel and once again drove with both hands. But, you kept crying. So, you continued the process until you were just short of making your wrist bleed.

***

When you got home, you told Jay about your wrist and assured him you hadn't cut yourself, just dug your nails into your skin. And then, well, you broke down.

"Everyone fucking leaves!" you yelled. "What's the point of being here anymore? All I do is work! I have no friends, except for like two, Emma texted and told me she didn't want to be friends anymore! Everyone fucking leaves, Jay! And—" Your voice cracked. "Maybe it's me! Maybe I'm the fucking problem! Maybe it would be better if I was dead!"

Jay stood up. "You know you don't mean that. And, all the stuff with Emma, something else had to have been going on. You just have to get out more, make some friends. The pandemic definitely hasn't helped because you didn't get a full college experience, but—"

"What's the point, Jay? If everyone just leaves, why am I wasting my fucking time? I don't wanna be here anymore!" you cried as hot tears rolled down your face.

Jay opened his arms. "C'mere."

"No." You turned. "I'm going to bed."

Hopefully I won't wake up you thought to yourself.

"Y/N—"

"I said I'm going to bed!" you yelled and grabbed your backpack and made your way to your room.

Then, you cried yourself to sleep.

***

That was how you found yourself sitting next to Jay in his truck as he drove to the district the next morning.

"I'm 22, Jay. Just let me stay home," you pleaded for the billionth time that morning.

"After yesterday, me and Will feel it's safer if you're not by yourself."

"C'mon, I'm not gonna kill myself," you told him.

"After yesterday, well, me and Will aren't so sure."

"I just wanna sleep."

"And you can," Jay told you. "On the couch in the break room."

"Ugh." You leaned your head back in your seat in frustration.

When you pulled into the district, you figured it was better for you to walk inside because right now, you wouldn't put it past Jay to physically force you out of the truck and carry you inside.

"Chuckles Jr," Trudy said from the desk as she put the phone back in her cradle when you and Jay entered. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here against my will," you told her and Jay just rolled his eyes.

"She's here because it's safer for her," Jay said.

At this, Trudy's eyes widened. "Safer how? What's going on Halstead? You know between me and your sergeant upstairs, we have eyes everywhere."

"It's nothing like that," Jay said, assuming Trudy meant that an old case or collar was coming back to bite him in the ass. "She's just got some personal stuff going on, so I brought her here to keep an eye on her." And with that, Jay started walking towards the stairs, and you started following, still sulking.

"Sensitive case, Halstead. Y/N can't be up there. Intelligence and yours truly only," Trudy said, causing Jay to turn and look at her and you to throw your head back in frustration.

"Sarge, can you watch her for the day?" Jay asked.

"She's an adult, Halstead. Can't she look after herself?" Trudy asked, throwing him some of her signature sass.

"Thank you!" you said and pointed a hand towards Trudy. Finally, someone was on your side. It was like a breath of fresh air after arguing with Jay all morning.

"Can I talk to you?" Jay asked Trudy. He looked around at all the officers milling about. "Privately?" She nodded and the two moved to the door of the office. Jay gave you a pointed look and nodded to the bench before him. "You move from this bench, I will put you on a psych hold."

You went and sat down on the bench and Jay heard you mutter something about how fear tactics don't help in these kinds of situations, but, for once, he figured it was best to ignore you.

***

Ten minutes later, Trudy and your brother came out of the office.

"C'mon, kiddo. I'm bringing you to 51. Figured it would be much more fun for you to hang out with them than to sit behind that desk with me all day."

"Lucky me," you replied sarcastically.

"Hey, watch the--"

"Halstead, go upstairs and do your job. I'll take it from here," Trudy said, effectively cutting him off.

"Don't do anything stupid, Y/N," he told you. You huffed and rolled your eyes and then he shook his and turned around and jogged upstairs and into Intelligence.

"Ever ridden in a patrol car?" Trudy asked. You shook your head. "Then today's your lucky day because me and you are gonna go grab the best on from the CPD lot and we might even stop for donuts, give you the full beat cop experience."

"Lucky me," you said sarcastically and shrugged.

Trudy just looked at you and pursed her lips, trying to figure out what had you so down.

***

"Listen kid," Trudy said when the two of you got back in the patrol car with a box of two dozen donuts and coffee for you and her. "I'm not giving you a donut until you tell me your side of the story. I've heard your brother's, but I wanna hear yours. What happened at work that made you feel this way?"

You sighed. "It's not just work. It's everything."

"Work was just the tip of the iceberg then, huh?"

"Yeah," you said feeling yourself get choked up. "It's just- everyone leaves, so what's the point of trying to make friends, you know?"

"Kid, when you're as old I am, I can tell you one thing, if people aren't meant to stay in your life, they won't. But, maybe try hanging out with Ritter and Gallo and Violet at 51. They're close to your age, right?"

"A few years older," you answered. "They'll probably just look at me like Jay's little sister like everyone in Intelligence does."

"Hey, you'll never know unless you try."

"I guess," you shrugged. "Can I have a donut now?"

***

When you walked into the firehouse, you appeared fine, maybe a little sad, but fine nonetheless.

But, when you saw the number of firefighters in the common room, you started to become hyper aware of your surroundings and your breath caught in your throat.

"Hey, mini Halstead!" Kelly exclaimed from where he was grabbing breakfast. "What brings you here? C'mon, come get some breakfast, kid!"

You just looked him and then quickly shook your head.

"Gotta go to the bathroom," you said quickly and then turned around and calmly walked out of the common room and then speed walked down the hallway and into the bathrooms.

You could do this...there weren't that many people...there were, what? Four on squad, two paramedics, which made six. Then there was Chief Boden which made seven. Then there was Stella, which made eight...then there was—

Fuck! Who were you kidding? This was way too many people! And Jay thought this was a good idea?

You rested your head against the bathroom stall that you had locked yourself in and then pulled out your phone and sent a text to Jay with shaking hands.

There's too many people here. I hate you

He responded within thirty seconds.

Love you, too. Just making sure you're safe.

If your phone was indestructible, you would've thrown it on the ground.

You pocketed your phone and leaned your head back on the stall door.

Fuck.

This was going to be a long day.

***

You didn't know how much time had passed, but it hadn't been a lot, probably only five or ten minutes, when you heard footsteps coming towards the stall you were currently standing in.

"Y/N? It's just me," you heard Stella say. "Trudy told me, Kelly, and Boden what's going on. Can you please come out?" You didn't. "Can you at least say something? So I know you're okay?"

You sighed as frustration bubbled up in your body. That's what they all wanted to know: that you were okay, that you were safe.

You flung the door open. "I'm okay! I'm alive, aren't I? That's all you guys want, isn't it? Just to make sure I'm alive even though I'm fucking miserable?!"

Stella quickly backtracked and slammed the door to the bathrooms closed and then stood in front of it, effectively blocking your path to get out of here.

"Hey, I know feelings are something you Halsteads have a hard time expressing--at least your brothers do--, but I know you're hiding something under all that anger, Y/N," Stella said gently but firmly.

"You- you do?" You definitely weren't expecting that.

"I do. Now, I'll stay here while you calm down, and then how about we go kick Kelly out of his office so that I can braid your hair? Does that sound okay?"

"Really?" you asked. "Don't you have Lieutenant stuff to do?"

Stella waved her hand. "That stuff can wait a few hours. Plus, I'm still waiting on my office to get finished, so I can always use that as an excuse if I need to. Now, take some deep breaths, splash some water on your face, and I am going to give you the best damn braids in the whole CFD."

***

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" Stella asked when she was halfway through braiding your hair. The feeling of her fingers in your hair made you relax. It reminded you of when Erin used to do your hair for school picture day when you still didn't know your way around a straightener yet.

"I dunno," you answered truthfully.

"You don't know if you wanna tell me or you don't know what's going on?" Stella asked as she continued braiding.

"A little bit of both, I guess."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Doubt it. Unless you can make some friends for me appear out of thin air."

"You'd be surprised at what I can do, Y/N."

***

"Violet!" Stella yelled fifteen minutes later when she told you she needed to go dig some more hair ties out of her locker...which was a lie.

"Yeah?" Violet asked and looked up from where she and Brett were watching an episode of House Hunters: International on her phone.

"Do you and Brett mind making a supply run to Med or something in like half an hour? It's just that when I was braiding Y/N's hair, she said something about wanting more friends. And, I figured going on an ambulance ride with you two would be more friendly that taking her in one of the trucks, so—"

"We'll take her," Sylvie chimed in. "Maybe even stop for some food on the way back. Everyone needs a friend once in awhile."

"As long as the place has better coffee than here," Violet said.

"Thanks, you guys. You're the best."

Stella started to walk off to go finish your hair, when Gallo and Ritter turned around from where they were making sandwiches at the counter.

"Everything okay with Y/N? Anything we can do to help?" Ritter asked.

"I think she just needs some friends," Stella said.

"Well, lucky for her, me and Ritter are some of the friendliest people you know," Gallo chimed in, causing Ritter to roll his eyes.

"What he means is, we'll figure something out. We all know how it feels go be lonely sometimes."

"Just don't do anything too crazy," Stella warned. "I'm looking at you, Gallo."

Then, Stella left the common room and went to her locker to retrieve some more hair ties and then went back into Severide's office to finish braiding your hair.

***

"Want some coffee?" Gallo asked when you walked back into the common room after Stella braided your hair.

"Gallo, this stuff tastes like tar. Nobody likes this. Don't poison the poor girl!" Ritter exclaimed, which caused a ghost of a smile to appear on your lips. But, it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Well, lucky for her, we are going to grab some supplies from Med and she is just the person we want for a ride along," Violet said cheerfully.

"And we're stopping for food and coffee on the way back," Brett said. "61 is officially out of service for the next two hours."

"You really want me to go?" you asked. "Because I get carsick easily."

Brett waved her hand in dismissal. "We won't be turning on any lights and sirens...and we'll make Violet sit in the back."

"Rude!" Violet exclaimed. "But, let's get going. We're only out of service for a couple hours."

When you left the paramedics, Gallo turned to Ritter.

"I have the perfect idea," he said.

"Oh, no," Ritter groaned.

"What oh no? My ideas are great, thank you very much."

"Yeah? Says who?" Gallo said nothing. "My point exactly."

"Do you want to hear my idea or not?"

"Fine. What's your idea, Gallo?"

"Instead of going to Molly's tomorrow night, maybe you, me, and Violet can meet up at my apartment and drink and play some poker or something? And we can invite Y/N? I just know that when that guy jumped off that ledge when I thought I had a save, that I needed some friends. Sounds like she does, too."

Ritter smiled. "That's actually a great idea, Gallo."

***

A few hours later

It was around 7pm and everyone had gone out on a call. You were just sitting in the common room on the couch reading.

Then, you went to the bathroom and planned on coming straight back to the couch and your book, but your body had other plans.

You looked down and immediately relief washed over you.

You had gotten your period.

Sure, you had been diagnosed with depression and it was the beginning of winter in Chicago, which meant some seasonal depression sprinkled in there, but now you had a reason. An in-your-face reason that you were feeling this way: you had been PMS-ing.

You made your way out of the bathroom to grab a pad or tampon that you had thrown in your bag for emergencies and then went back in the bathroom and finished up.

When you came back out, you saw that 81 was back from the call.

"Pssst, Stella," you hissed.

She turned and walked over to you. "What's up?"

"Do you by any chance have some tampons?" you whispered.

"I do. Follow me."

***

Jay picked you up half an hour later.

"Have fun?" he asked.

"A bit," you answered. "Me and Sylvie and Violet went and got lunch and coffee. We went to this really good sandwich place."

Jay smiled. "Good. I'm glad you're doing better."

"Yeah, I got my period so it all makes sense now."

Jay had learned long ago that you did not care if he and Will knew you were on your period. And, while Jay was weirded out by it at first, he quickly realized that he couldn't be because he was the one responsible for buying you pads and tampons.

"Do we need to stop at the store?" Jay asked.

"No. But it all makes sense now! That's why I was depressed. Or it was the trifecta from hell."

"The what from hell?" Jay asked.

"Trifecta," you answered. "Clinical depression, seasonal depression, and PMS all at once."

Jay laughed. "Guess so."

"It helps when I have a reason for it. Don't know why, but it helps."

Jay nodded. "You're not too tired, are you?"

You shook your head. "No...why?"

Jay smiled. "You'll see."

"What is it?" you asked excitedly.

"You'll see when we get home."

"Jay," you whined. "C'mon! At least give me a hint!"

"You used to do this in school."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Exactly."

***

"So, what are we doing?" you asked as you got up to the door of your apartment. Jay knocked on the door. "It's your apartment! Why are you—"

"All set up in there?" Jay yelled.

"All set!" Hailey yelled back.

"All set with what?" you asked.

"You'll see when I open the door," Jay told you. "Patience, young grasshopper."

You rolled you eyes as Jay unlocked the door and followed him in.

Inside, the lights were dimmed and there were were four mugs on the bar and also four wine glasses next to a bottle of wine.

On the kitchen table was a spread of your favorite snacks including Oreos, Tim Tams, and Goldfish. There was also a tin of tamales with all the toppings with all the fixings and chips and homemade salsa from Mama Garcia's.

Then, in the living area, there were books stacked on the coffee table and blankets laid out on the couch and even a few pillows on the floor.

There was a pumpkin scented candle sitting on one of the end tables.

Finally, propped up against the TV, sat a mini white board reading Reading Day 2022.

You broke out into a giant smile. "How did you guys even come up with this?"

"Me and Will remembered you'd get so excited when you'd have that one reading day in March in elementary school when you'd just read and eat snacks all day, so we figured we'd recreate it," he answered.

"And we made the adult version," Will added. "Which is why there's wine...and I may or may not have put some Bailey's in the hot chocolate."

"Will!" Jay exclaimed.

Will put up his hands in a sign of surrender. "In my defense, I was unsupervised."

"Y/N, if you want hot chocolate without the alcohol, I'll make you some," Jay said.

"Nah, I think I'll take the spiked version," you answered.

"And, I brought over some books that were on your TBR that I grabbed from the library," Hailey added.

"Wait," you began as you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to put the pieces together. "I thought all three of you were at work?"

"I worked an eight hour shift instead of a twelve today," Will explained. "That was planned anyway since we're short staffed."

You nodded. "And, what about you two?" you asked and looked towards Jay and Hailey. "I thought you had a super sensitive case or something?"

"Turns out criminals are really stupid," Jay answered.

"We caught the guy at like three in the afternoon," Hailey explained. "And Voight said we could just do the paperwork tomorrow so Jay started thinking—"

"Oh no!" Will said dramatically and threw himself down on the couch. "He's gotta be so tired from thinking!"

Jay scrunched up his face and quickly flipped Will off, hoping that you wouldn't notice, but you had.

"Anyway," Hailey continued, annoying Will's antics even though everyone could see how she smiled when Will made that joke...she just didn't feel like laughing at her boyfriend. She figured three against one wasn't the fairest ratio. "Jay said he had this idea and told me about it, so I said I'd go on your TBR on Goodreads and try and find some books for you and that we'd need two cars so I could get the food while he picked you up."

"And then Jay called me and told me I was in charge of the alcohol," Will said.

Jay gave him a pointed look. "He really wasn't," Jay said. "He just put himself in charge of it."

You hadn't stopped smiling throughout the entire explanation of how this all came together. "Either way, thank you guys. So much."

"Pick a book and I'll grab you some food," Jay said.

"Everything on the tamales. Cheese, sour cream, sal—"

"I know what you like, Y/N. But, wine or the spiked hot chocolate?"

"I'll start with wine," you answered and the wandered over to go pick out on of the many books Hailey had brought over.

For the rest of the night, you, your brothers, and Hailey read books and ate good food and drank. The four of you also may or may not have built a blanket fort. And, you may or may not have cried when Violet texted you and asked if you wanted to meet up with her, Gallo, and Ritter tomorrow night and play poker. And, when you said you didn't know how, she said that they'd teach you.

This is what it felt like: to have people in your corner. And, even though Jay was being dramatic and overprotective when he made you go to 51 earlier to have people keep an eye on you, you knew it was just because he and Will cared about you so much that they couldn't bear to lose you.

And they wouldn't lose you. They had proven that they'd make damn sure of that.

A/N: Thank you for reading and don't forget to vote and comment!

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alpurrtwhizkersss · 2 years ago

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Hey, just saw that your requests are open... Can you do a Dean Winchester x reader, Where the reader is very short tempered ? Dean did something which triggers the reader and he tries to calm/ convince her.... And end with nice fluffy fluff. Hope it is not too much to ask 😅😅 Thank you!

Anger Issues

Requested By: anonymous!

Warnings: Description of struggle with anger issues, reader kicking and hitting things out of anger

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Prompt: None

No pronouns are used to refer to reader, neither are any gendered terms.

Author’s Note:

hey anon!!!! thank you for requesting, I really loved writing this piece, so i hope you love reading it!!

Word Count: 1134

Today was a very bad day to piss you off.

Well, everyday was a bad day to piss you off, but especially today.

You’d been stressed out by your most recent case all week, and everything had built up into one giant ball of “no thank you, I do not want to be dealing with that!”, therefore causing your emotions to be running high, and you were waiting for the tiniest thing to set them off.

Usually, you’d have something on you to try and diffuse your anger, like a stress ball, or an elastic band to ping, or music, but today was different. Today you seemed to have forgotten everything, and you didn’t know why, but your boyfriend, Dean, was getting on your damn nerves. You loved him to pieces, really, you did, but he had some habits which could be very irritating.

Today’s set off, for example, was how loudly he chewed his god-forsaken gum.

You tried to block it out as you pushed research papers aside to find more papers underneath them and oh, my god why was everything turning into a black and white blur? You thought, feeling an all too familiar burning sensation rise in your chest and tears spring to your eyes as you roughly shoved some papers to the side. So roughly, in fact, that the papers fell off your bed. You buried your head in your hands for a second and dug your nails into your scalp before pulling them away and getting off the bed to pick the paper up from the floor. Dean’s footsteps coming over to you felt like nails on a chalkboard, and you felt yourself scrunching a piece of paper up in your hands. “Hey, sweetheart, you alright?” Dean’s voice rang aggressively in your ear, even though his tone was sweet, all you could think about was the gum in his mouth, and it made you want to throw something.

It’s fine, Y/N. You thought. Just calm down, it’s okay. Remember what you taught yourself.

Calming thoughts were all fine and dandy until you stood up and felt Dean’s hand on your waist. It was as if your entire body burst into flames, and those flames tore away any common sense or calm that you had left, as you reached your hands out to push Dean away, before tearing up the paper in your hands and throwing it on the ground.

You screamed into your arm as you covered your face and fell back against the bed, kicking and elbowing the frame repeatedly. Vaguely, through the white noise that was plaguing your thoughts, you heard Dean’s voice. And through the blur of tears, and the space between your arms, you could see his face in front of you.

“Y/N?” He spoke your voice firmly and clearly to push through your loud sobs, “Y/N, it’s me, it’s Dean. I’m not gonna touch you, but I need you to stop kicking the bed, sweetheart, can you do that for me? You’re gonna hurt yourself, if you want, you can use my hand.” He put his arm out to you, but not close enough to overwhelm you, and in your haze you noticed that he’d swallowed his gum. As you took in the silence of the room, you hesitantly nodded and moved your foot away from the bed frame as you took his arm and pulled it towards you, and hugged it tightly to your chest, he fell forward slightly but didn’t seem to mind as you slowly began to calm down.

“I’m sorry… I hurt you, I don’t deserve comfort, I’m sorry, Dean- I’m so sorry- Are you okay?” You rambled quietly, pushing Dean’s arm away slightly as guilt overcame you, and you felt more hot tears run down your cheeks. Dean simply kept his arm in its place, shaking his head as he urged your face towards him.

“Hey, look at me, it’s alright. You didn’t hurt me, honey. You’re okay, and I’m okay, right? No bruises or scratches or anything. Hell, I think I’d have seen worse even if you did hurt me, okay?” He reassured you, and you nodded hesitantly as he moved his hand in your grasp to cup your face. He smiled at you as you leaned into his touch.

“See? That’s it, you’re safe. I’m safe, we’re all safe. Okay? If anything, I’m the one who should be apologising to you for driving you over the edge.” He laughed, but you shook your head at him, holding his arm closer to you still.

“No, it was just my stupid emotions, they’ve been on the boil all week because of this god damn case and I was just waiting for them to boil over, I guess- it wasn’t your fault, Dean-” You sniffled, rubbing your eyes as you fell silent.

“Y/N. Look at me,” Dean took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him, taking in your tear stained cheeks and vulnerable state broke his heart, but he kept it down, “Your emotions aren’t stupid, you’re allowed to be stressed, hell, Sam and I get stressed all the damn time, and we lash out just as much!” He comforted you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and smiling as he tipped his head to the side, waiting for your response.

“Okay.” You nodded, a gentle smile pulling at the sides of your lips, which caused Dean’s signature grin to appear on his face.

“See? I love it when you smile at me like that.” This caused a giggle to escape your lips, as Dean ran his hands behind you, and picked you up to hold you close to his chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He commented, landing kisses on your cheek and your neck, causing you to squeal like a little girl.

“Dean!” You squeaked as he threw you down on the bed amongst the piles of paper, making him grin even brighter.

“What? What is it, hm? You want me to stop?” He teased as he began mercilessly tickling your sides, causing you to writhe underneath him, loud laughs escaping your mouth.

“D-ean! S-st-o-op, y-you dumb-a-a-ss!” You cackled, and this seemed to cause him to take his big hands off you, resorting to resting them on your shoulders as you relaxed under his touch, taking in the sweet warmth he provided to your body as you reached your hands up to his collar, pulling him roughly down to connect your lips with his. You felt him gasp against you but almost immediately melt into it as he held you close to him, rubbing circles on your back and humming against your lips, before pulling back. “I really, really love you.” He smirked, causing you to blush heavily.

“You better, dork.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #x reader #spn #spn fandom #spn x reader #supernatural #team free will

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asukamood · 2 years ago

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Unfinished wips #1

So I’ve recently dug out those wips from my Docs that I’m likely not to finish and I went: Why not publish them since I’m gonna die because of hs again?

So here we are, “enjoy” your “reading”

(Emphasis on the quotes since there is a reason why I’ve never finished them)

***

Life sucks: A documentary (This is legitimately the title I gave it)

Panic at the disco? More like panic in the office. (Dreamswap setting)

Synopsis: Blue catches Dream in the middle of a panic and helps him calm down. They were then supposed to do some couple things my single butt cannot comprehend but I said no apparently.

***

When Blue woke up this morning, he wasn’t expecting anything interesting to happen today. He thought everything would play out like usual: he would wake up, do his routine and then go bother the leader of Justice Reigns.

He wasn’t expecting to find the said leader in the middle of a panic attack.

It was simple. He had stepped in, a smile on his face, ready to nag the older one about how his attempt at upgrading his security system was a complete failure as it may have been the fifth time he changed it.

His grin quickly faltered though upon noticing something was amiss. For starters, the blonde-haired man had given no reaction to Blue’s presence.

Not a single scold or sigh, nothing. He would have thought he was ignoring him if it wasn’t for the fact the man was also shaking like a leaf in the wind.

One of his arms was raised and Dream’s eyes were fixated on his right hand, which looked strangely… straight. It wasn’t shaking as badly as his other limbs yet by the look on his face, it seemed to be the source of the complete dread in his irises.

His breaths also sounded forced and short, they came in wheezes, like how a drowning man fighting for his life would sound like.

Blue rushed toward him immediately, concern immediately taking over. Whether he was a good 10 feet away from him or merely inches away, he still looked unaware of the other’s presence, still obnubilated by his static hand.

“Dream?” His breath quickened slightly but he didn’t seem to acknowledge his presence yet. “Dream!”

He repeated this time louder which finally seems to affect him. He flinched, eyes darting in his direction and glistening with shock.

“… Blue?” His voice was barely louder than a whisper but it was enough for the teacher, at least he could still recognize him.

Blue nodded, cupping his cheeks. “Can you hear me? Nod if you understand.” Dream’s head moved up and down. “Good, at the count of three we’ll take a few deep breaths together okay?”

“One.” Dream’s eyes kept darting between Blue’s face and his hand.

“Two.” The latter tightened his grip on his face which ultimately caused Dream to keep his attention on him.

“Three.” As he had described earlier, Blue started to take a few exaggerated breaths slowly, watching the other carefully. It took a few seconds but the winged man imitated him soon after, finally gaining back some colors.

A few minutes of that exercise were needed for Dream to be breathing normally again and once that was done, a long sigh escaped him as he slouched onto his chair.

“Better?” Blue already knew the answer to that but it never hurt anybody to ask for confirmation.

A simple nod was all he got for an answer and to put on top of everything, Dream wasn’t even looking in his direction anymore. His irises moved back to look at his hand.

“Do you know why…” Should he just straight-up name what he saw? Probably not, there was no way Dream would willingly talk about it then. “This happened?”

His eyebrows furrowed at the question. He wasn’t exactly angry, just as confused as he was.

“No.” He shook his head with one hand on his forehead, eyes a little hazy. “I don’t know what happened either, I just… I was just working and…”

***

Fateful Night

Synopsis: The untold tale of the night Dream and Nightmare were snatched by the Tree of Feelings aka Nim.

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In the dead of night, two men stood side by side in front of the Tree of Emotions. One held an axe and the other, a large bag. Their goal? Steal the golden apples of said tree. Everyone in the universe knew that this was forbidden, that if they were caught, divine punishment would await them.

The two of them had different reasons to be here but they were here together nevertheless, they tried to climb the tree but before they could do this, a green spirit emerged from the tree and sent them flying, bodies rolling on the ground.

Panic soon filled them and they stared at the spirit, terror in their eyes.

“Fools.” The phantom, also known as Nim, spat out with venom in her pristine white eyes. “You are utter fools, you have been warned, countless times.” She floated closer to them, because she didn’t possess any legs before stopping right at their level. “Yet you still chose to come here.”

She shook her head in disapproval, a sigh escaping her mouth. “Just killing you won’t be enough to make you learn their lesson.” Roots came forth from the ground. “Therefore, the price of your greed…” There was a pause. “will be your sons.”

#dreamswap #ds dream #angst #ds blue #drueswap #work is stupid #unfinished #ds dream x ds blue #ds drueswap #ds dreamberry #ds drue

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hawkins-losers · 2 years ago

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A different kind of Chemistry | Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: You and Robin study Chemistry together, but Robin eventually gets bored of studying

Word count: 0.8k

Request: Can you do 56, 63, 78, and 99 with Robin Buckley? Thanks! (56. pulling your lover into your lap, them straddling your hips + 63. trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin + 78. pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach + 99. hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes)

‘‘What are you doing? We gotta study for Chemistry-’‘ your words were cut off by Robin’s lips, a surprise little gasp coming from you at the sudden kiss. You kissed her back, but eventually pushed her away. ‘’No, no, no.’’ You shook your head. ‘’We’re not going to be doing that.’’

Robin pursed her lips into a pout. ‘’Come on, Y/N. Let’s just kiss for a bit. We’ve been studying for too long. My brain is going to explode from overheating.’’

You chuckled.‘‘The brain cannot overheat. Don’t be dramatic.’‘

‘‘Mine can. Which is why I need a break.’‘

‘‘Then, take a break,’’ you told her. ‘’I’m gonna go back to Chemistry.’‘

So, you did that, continuing your reading about chemical bonding while Robin attempted to balance her pencil on her nose like a middle-schooler. She occupied herself like that for a few minutes, then got bored and began kissing your neck, making you frown and look down at her.

‘’Eh, babe? What are you doing?’’

‘‘Kissing my girlfriend’s neck, obviously.’‘

Thanks Captain Obvious. ‘’I got that, but-’‘ You bit your bottom lip, holding yourself from making a sound as she kissed you just the right way. ‘’It’s distracting me.’’

‘’That’s kind of the goal.’’ She kissed your neck again, purposely flicking her tongue then sucking on one spot. ‘’Rob…’’

She hummed against your skin, the vibration of her voice awakening something in your core. That girl knew exactly how to play your buttons. You brought a hand to the back of her head, gently weaving your fingers into Robin’ hair and keeping her there as she sucked what will undoubtedly be a bruise on your neck.

‘’I thought you didn’t want to take a break,’’ Robin pointed out, pulling her lips just far enough away that her breath fanned over the saliva-slick spot she was just sucking at.

‘’I didn’t say tha-that,’’ you stuttered, swallowing a slight groan as Robin’s teeth dug lightly into the tendon. ’’I said I can’t take a break.’’

You cleared your throat, trying to not let Robin’s lips be the cause of your failed exam. You doubted Mr. Brown would understand if you told him you couldn’t study because your girlfriend was too horny and needed you. It would also be very awkward to explain.

‘’Let’s play a game. We’ll ask each other questions and every time we get an answer right, we get a kiss. That way, I get to study and you get kisses.’’

‘’Can’t we take clothing off instead? That’s a better bargain.‘’ Robin pressed a few quick kisses up to behind your ear.

‘’Robin!’’

She pulled back and shrugged, not seeing a problem in her question. ‘’What? You look really hot today and I just want to push you down on my bed and put my fingers-’’

‘’Okay!’’ You took your textbook and searched for a question before she could get too deep in the subject. If you let her start dive into anything sexual, studying will be out the window. ‘’First question: what are the 3 most common chemical bonds?’’

Robin was an easy and fast learner, but there was sometimes too much knowledge in her brain that she had difficulty to focus. ‘’Eh, ionic, covalent, and…metallic?’’

You pecked her on the lips in congratulations and she whined in complaint at the shortness of the kiss. You rolled your eyes and told her to ask the next question.

‘’Why is the boiling point of water is higher than the boiling point of ethanol?''

‘’Because the hydrogen bonding between water molecules is stronger than the hydrogen bonding between ethanol molecules?’’

‘’Correct!’’

Questions were asked back and forth for the next half hour, but eventually, Robin got bored - again - and the kisses didn’t satisfy her anymore. She wanted more.

And, to be honest, you wanted more too.

After one particularly hard question, you decided to congratulate her with a longer, deeper kiss, but soon realized how much of a mistake it was because Robin wanted more more more and crawled over to you and swung a leg over your hips, straddling you while you kissed heatedly.

You didn’t stop her.

You grabbed her hips and pulled her against you, moaning in her mouth when she grinded her pelvis against yours in response, trying to get you riled up. Sadly for your Chemistry textbook, it worked.

Leaning back ever so slightly, you looked up at her through your lashes. ''Looks like we're taking a study break, uh?'' Your hands fumbled with the buttons of her plaid button up, undoing them and pushing the shirt off her shoulders.

Robin nodded, then kicked the textbook off the bed. ‘’Bye-bye Chemistry.’’ She pushed you back and began kissing you down your stomach.

‘’Bye-bye Chemistry.’’

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