#character belongs to eli

[poisonder]

Piecing together our stories

[charlioak]

an art dump of my newest creative project, roach killer :] i've been having a total blast with these guys. new toys yay!

[snowshinobi]

nothing gets me like a character with overt flower symbolism ESPECIALLY self-inflicted

[lunasdream]

baby i'm-a want you / jack abbot

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈: jack abbot x f! reader

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: literally a story about one pining man who prefers to work the night shift until he doesn’t.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈: implied age gap (10-15 years?), slight injuries, being drunk, talks of broken legs but not explicit

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇’𝓈 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ:  i haven’t written anything in years and have not been on this blog for years omg! i am absolutely in love with the pitt and jack abbot, it’s not perfect but i hope you enjoy! <3 title comes from a bread song! okay bye!

𝒲𝒸: 3.4k

You actually loved where you worked–honestly you did. Most of the people were great (a few questionable characters, sure, but that's life), and having your cousin Mateo around the place felt less like a hospital and more like a second home. He thrived in the chaos of the ER, always buzzing with adrenaline, while you preferred the quieter corners as a clinical psychologist–less blood, more brain. It was a good balance. Still, you always told yourself one thing: as much as you cared about the hospital, you never wanted to come back unless it was for work. No visits, no check-ins, no surprise emergencies. Just you, your badge, and maybe—just maybe—a good cup of hospital tea if you got lucky. 

What began as a carefree evening—a glittering blur of laughter, cocktails, and the kind of reckless joy only found on warm nights and crowded sidewalks–quickly devolved into an impromptu trip to the emergency room. You were both kind of inebriated, the haze of alcohol still clinging to your senses, dressed in clothes that belonged to a different kind of night–ones meant for dim lighting and loud music, not the cold scrutiny of a hospital corridor. 

It wasn’t fate that intervened–just a cracked piece of sidewalk and the kind of bad luck that shows up without warning. One wrong step, a shift in balance, and your best friend hit the ground hard, clutching her ankle with the quiet disbelief of someone realizing the night had taken a turn you wouldn’t laugh about just yet. You tried to break her fall, but all you managed to do was cushion it—her weight crashing into you, the impact leaving scratches along your arms and hands as she landed against you with a sharp grunt. 

“Fuck—we have to call an ambulance,” you said, panic and tequila swirling your voice. 

She squinted up at you, mascara slightly smudged, pain masking her indignation. 

“Please just call an Uber. I refuse to make a scene.” 

As much as you wanted to spare her the embarrassment–and the inevitable bill–you knew an Uber wasn’t the answer, not unless you were willing to sit there, waiting for what felt like an eternity. So, with little choice, the ambulance became the only option left. Everything after that blurred into a haze—the blaring sirens of the ambulance echoing in your ears, drowning out everything else. Between the worry for your best friend and the fog of alcohol still lingering in your system, the ride to the hospital became a memory you could hardly grasp. 

That ambulance ride felt like it would never end—comforting your friend, trying to keep it together while drunk, doing your best not to look suspicious. You even had to pretend the scratches on your arm didn’t hurt, like they weren't stinging the whole time. It might've been the hardest thing you’ve ever pulled off. By the time you got to the hospital, all you could do was hope no one made a big deal out of it. 

As if on cue, the ambulance doors swung open, revealing Dr. Elis and Dr. Shen, standing in the cool, sterile light, their faces a study in practiced calm. With the precision of seasoned professionals, they held their ground, eyes scanning for any sign of chaos, ready to face whatever urgent situation was about to unfold. They almost didn't notice you because of how focused they were. 

They faltered for just a moment, their minds clearly racing through the worst-case scenarios, until the paramedics spoke up—’suspected broken leg’ for your friend. That was enough to ground them, the weight of their tension lifting as they recalibrated, ready to handle whatever came next. 

Ellis smirks, glancing over at you. ‘You know, you don’t have to break any legs to come see us,’ she remarks, while Shen immediately goes and helps your friend. He comments, “Hmm no bone sticking out, bummer.” 

You giggle as she helps you down the ambulance, her knowing glance telling you she could tell you were drunk just by the way you stumbled down. You almost forgot about the cuts on your arm until she noticed, her fingers brushing over them gently, a soft reminder of what you’d almost ignored. She gave you a look that said, clear as day, ‘You really thought I wouldn’t notice’—half amused, half concerned, and totally calling you out without a single word. 

A while later, you’re with your best friend—she’s a little out of it from the pain medication and you’re half-laying on the edge of her hospital bed, just grateful it was only a broken leg and nothing more serious. You’d sobered up by now—sleepy, a bit delirious, but still in good spirits. Mostly hungry, and for some reason, all you could think about were those raspberry cookies from the vending machine. 

 On the other side of the emergency room, word about you and your friend has quietly made the rounds—shared in hushed tones behind desks and passed along with knowing glances, as if the entire first floor was on something unspoken. 

Although they’d never admit it, most people in the ED had a quiet appreciation for the drama that occasionally unfolded around them. Silly moments were something to look forward to—brief flashes of levity in a place that demanded strength, focus, and more patience than most people realized. The ED wasn’t for the faint of heart. And while the day shift kept things running like a well-practiced routine, the night shift operated in its own rhythm—slower, weirder, a little rough around the edges, but deeply loyal in their own way. 

So you can imagine the quiet buzz of excitement when they saw you walk in—guided to a room by Dr. Ellis, dressed not in your usual work attire but in a fitted dress and delicate kitten heels that were clearly more designer than practical, looking every bit put-together even if you didn’t quite feel it. Your shifts usually landed in the middle of the day, often stretching a little later than scheduled—which meant you occasionally caught glimpses of both the day and night shift dynamics. 

It was rare to be called down to the ED just for your help—usually they sent patients up to you. 

The main reason you ever made your way down there was to see your cousin, even if it was just for a second.

 You were well-liked around the hospital, having built a solid reputation for yourself. As a young psychologist—something of a prodigy in school—you stood out, not just for your skill but for your warmth. You treated your patients, colleagues, and everyone you meet with genuine kindness. Your smile brought a little light to the hospital's sterile halls, and your laugh had a way of softening even the toughest days. You loved chatting with coworkers, always curious about the little things that went on behind the scenes. 

So of course it wasn’t much of a surprise that you crossed paths with Jack Abbot—the night shift attending—during your occasional visits to the ED. You found him endearing—his dry humor didn’t always land with others, but it never failed to make you smile. You’d given him that familiar look of quiet amusement, the kind that made it clear you were paying attention—and that you appreciated the way his mind worked. 

You weren't naive—you knew you turned heads. You’re gorgeous and people naturally looked when you walked into a room. Over time, you’d gotten pretty good at spotting the signs—who had a crush, who was trying not to stare, who was just a little too obvious. You tried to brush off the lingering looks Abbot gave you—the way he subtly puffs out his chest or always angled his body toward you in conversation. It was obvious, in that quiet kind of way, that his attention was reserved just for you. But you ignored it, pretending not to notice, even when it was a little too obvious to miss. Bets were already placed—how long it would take before he finally worked up the courage to make a move—even if you were still “blissfully” unaware of just how much he was quietly pining. 

He had been working on a patient who came in coughing with blood when you and your friend arrived in the ambulance. He didn’t have any clue that you were there. His attention was fully on the patient, determined to figure out what was causing the bleeding. Jack was always like that, laser-focused when it came to his work. Once he wrapped up, he’d head over to the nurses’ station to update the records. 

As Abbot nears the station, a familiar laugh floats from one of the curtained rooms. He pauses, just for a second. It was probably nothing—his mind playing tricks—but the sound lingered in his mind a little longer than it should have. 

“Seeing her drunk like that is making me feel jealous, like I should be out drinking with my friends,” Ellis says to Shen, who nods in agreement with a chuckle. 

“I can’t drink like that anymore—I’d end up like her friend, but with both legs broken,” Shen says with a smirk. 

“I don’t know what or who you're talking about,” Jack says, deadpan, as he begins typing up his reports. “But just know I could outdrink both of you any day.” Then, without looking up, he adds, “Now go check on the ambulance bay and save the gossip for the break room.” 

Ellis and Shen share a quick look, their eyes filled with mischief , before they both grin and go on their merry way.

“I would love some chips and possibly a Pepsi,” your best friend says, batting her eyes at you. Despite the haziness from the pain meds, she definitely needed something greasy. You nod, slowly getting up from the hospital bed, stretching and lazily slipping your heels back on. 

You clumsily move past the curtain, shuddering as the cold air hits you unexpectedly. The chill cuts through the warmth that's still lingering from the hospital bed, and you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself—only to hiss softly when your fingers graze the forgotten cuts along your arm. The sound of your heels tapping unevenly against the floor seems to echo in the halls as you try to find your footing, moving as quickly as you can toward the vending machines. 

The sharp click-clack draws Jack’s attention as it echoes through the halls, cutting through the quiet like an unexpected disruption. When he finally looked up to see where the sound was coming from, he stilled. There you were. The familiar laugh he’d caught earlier suddenly made sense, and a quiet kind of relief settled in his chest—like his mind had not betrayed him after all. You were real, and even in this strange, fluorescent-lit setting, you looked like something pulled out of a dream.

He couldn't help the way his chest tightened a little when he saw you—dressed in a tight dress that made it clear you hadn't planned on ending your night here. You looked stunning, like always, but his eyes were quickly drawn to the small cuts on your arm. It didn't sit right with him, seeing something so carefully put together paired with signs of pain. You shouldn't have had to walk into a hospital looking like that—not like this. 

Jack stands up before he even realizes he’s doing it—some mix of instinct and worry pushing him to his feet. He doesn’t call out, does not move toward you, just stays there quietly, hoping you'll look up and see him as you get closer.  

You weren’t paying much attention—too focused on the vending machine and the snacks you and your friend had been daydreaming about. So when your heel caught on the floor, sending you stumbling forward, it felt almost inevitable. You grabbed the nearest thing—thankfully, the nurses’ station—catching yourself just in time. 

Instead of embarrassment, a laugh escaped you. It was just that kind of night. 

Jack had already moved, hands out just enough to steady you if you fell. 

He didn’t find it amusing like you did.

With a glance at your shoes, he muttered dryly, “Are those hospital-approved footwear?”

Your eyes met his, a flicker of surprise crossing your face before you recovered with ease. “They just approved these, " you said with a light chuckle, lifting your foot slightly to show him. “You didn’t hear?”

His eyes traced for a second longer than necessary before the corner of his mouth twitched—just barely. “Must’ve missed the memo.”

All of a sudden, you feel a little exposed—standing in front of him in that dress, the chill setting in, and suddenly wishing you’d brought a jacket instead of relying on alcohol for warmth. 

Jack notices, saying nothing, but stepping away for a moment. He returns with a blanket, handing it to you without a word.

You take it, wrapping it around yourself as you look up at him. “Thank you,” you say softly. And you mean it.

You start explaining what happened—how the night spiraled, how you and your friend ended up in the ambulance. You know he was curious, even if he hadn't asked. He listens closely, his eyes steady on yours, not judging, just quietly taking it all in. He seems to genuinely feel for your friend—broken bones were no easy feat, and he knew recovery would be painful and slow. 

  You make sure to mention that you’re fine—because you know Jack, and he always worries when it comes to his colleagues. You brush it off with a small shrug and a quick, “The cuts only hurt when I touch them,” trying to keep it light. 

Jack immediately gives you a look, slipping into full doctor mode.

“Then maybe don’t touch them.” His tone is gentle, but just serious enough to earn a teasing eye-roll from you.

“Doctors, you’re all the same,” you mutter playfully, earning the smallest smirk. 

“It’s in my blood.” he replies with a shrug, his tone light but somehow sincere. 

You smile quietly, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders. “It’s still hard getting used to that,” you say, your voice light, not really expecting a response but content with the easy moment. 

“Anyways, I promised some snacks for my friend, so, I’ll see you around.” You start to turn, already heading towards the front. 

“I’ll go with you,” Jack says, stepping forward without hesitation.

You stop and turn, surprised. “Oh, you don’t have to. Aren’t you working? Don’t you have patients?” you ask, genuinely curious.

He gives a small shrug, unfazed. “I’m taking a break. Besides, I could use a snack too.”

You feel your face go warm at his comment, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Well, if you insist,” you reply.

You both walk side by side in a comfortable silence, the soft sounds of the hospital around you filling the space. You watch as the place moves in its own rhythm—nurses rushing to their station, doctors calling out to each other, and the steady hum of activity filling the air. There’s something oddly calming about it, despite the busy pace, and for a moment, everything feels just a little more relaxed. 

You feel him looking at you, the weight of his gaze lingering, but you don’t bother to meet his eyes. You don’t need to. The warmth in your cheeks says it all, and you’re not sure if you want to acknowledge it just yet. Instead, you focus on the path ahead, the familiar hospital light overhead, letting the quiet comfort of the walk keep things easy.

  You get ready to reach for your phone, pulling it out to get your payment ready for the snacks, when suddenly, a hand goes past you, tapping his card on the device. “Would you look at that, I have tap too,” he says with a grin.

You glance up at him, a bit surprised, the playful glint in his eyes catches you off guard, and the tension between you both suddenly feels palpable, even in the otherwise busy hospital. “You didn’t have to do that,” you manage, your voice a little softer than you intended, trying to hide the slight warmth spreading in your chest. 

“With the night you had, it's the least I can do. Consider it a donation from the hospital,” he says, a small smile tugging at his lips. There’s a flicker of something in his voice—warmth, intention—like the words meant more than they let on.

You glance at him, just briefly. “Well…in that case,” you say slowly, your voice playful but soft, “I’ll take a Pepsi too. It’s for my friend, obviously.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you crouch down to grab the snacks, his gaze lingering a second too long before he finally moves. Then he leans down beside you, slow and steady, careful to keep just enough distance—like he wasn’t hovering, but you could feel him there all the same. His presence was grounding, warm in a way that contrasted the energy of the hospital. 

“Obviously,” he murmurs, his voice low enough to make your pulse tick up just slightly. 

The moment passes like nothing happened—simple, easy—but the tension hums in the space between you, quiet and charged, like a spark left just barely untouched. 

You’re back with your friend, sharing snacks and sipping on Pepsi like nothing happened—even though everything clearly did. You’re oddly quiet, staring off like you just came back from war…or a very specific kind of dream.

Your friend eyes you, chewing on a chip with the dramatic flair of someone who lives for the drama. 

“What happened out there?” she asks, eyebrows raised. “You look all flushed and disoriented…Did the vending machine give you snacks and an orgasm?”

You shake your head slowly, still trying to process, cheeks warm as you mumble, “Worse…he paid for the snacks and the drink.”

“Oh my God, was it Abbot?!” she whispers like you just admitted to a crime.

“You don’t even work here how the fuck could you guess that?” you blink at her, caught completely off guard. 

She grins, smug as hell. “Mateo tells me everything. I’ve been wondering when y’all were finally gonna do the dirty—honestly, I thought it would’ve happened by Christmas.”

You stare at her, deadpan. “We were at the vending machine for like five minutes.”

“Exactly,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. “Plenty of time.”

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over with the bag of chips crinkling in the process. It’s not even what she said—it’s how she said it, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You don’t even have a comeback, you’re laughing too hard to think straight.

Your laughter echoes just enough to catch the attention of the nurses passing by, a few glancing in with amused smiles. Ellis walks in and says, “Must be a good night in here,” and it only makes you laugh harder. 

After Abbot escorted you back to your friend’s room, despite your attempts to wave him off, he suddenly got the call about an incoming patient in critical condition. With barely a moment to spare, he straightened up, professionalism settling back over him, but his eyes stayed on you just a moment longer than usual.

“I’ll be busy for a while,” he said, his voice carrying a mix of seriousness and something a little more teasing. “Find me if you’re still here. I’m sure I’ll be hard to miss.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he turned, already heading back into the chaos of the ER. There was something about the way he moved, so focused yet so casual around you. You’d still be here, waiting for your friend’s boyfriend to arrive. He was visiting family a couple of cities away, but he was on his way now to pick you both up. 

Jack ended up being busier than expected, cases stacking one on top of the other, and you never got around to finding him—not that you could’ve, with your friend’s boyfriend showing up not long after. Honestly, you were a little grateful. You didn’t even want to unravel whatever “come find me” was supposed to mean. Did he just want to chat a little longer? Say a proper goodbye? 

You weren’t sure, and you didn’t want to be sure. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you slumped into the backseat, craving your bed, your pillow, and the luxury of pretending the night never happened. Meanwhile, Jack couldn’t stop thinking about you—how incredibly good you looked despite the chaos. Some of the nurses’ bets about him finally cracking? Yeah, they were getting real close.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Taking the WHB demons thrifting

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

Characters: Paimon, Bimet, Eligos, Barbatos, Beelzebub, Amon, Morax, Ronove, Andrealphus, Vassago

A/N: First time writing for Vassago so let's hope I can nail his personality down since we didn't really get much of him the Beleth/Bephie event.

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The best one to go with, honestly

You could be looking through a rack for hours and yet, they manage to find something cute and in your size in the same rack

Will hype you up to buy something a bit out of your comfort zone

A thrifting trip can't be complete without a lunch before and a slushie or a visit to a café afterwards

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"Tell me why we're buying rags after some hobos instead of buying something nice and unworn, again?"

You've made a mistake, I'm afraid

Even designer outlets aren't good enough for Bimet

Your explanations about how more fun and good for the planet it is fall on deaf ears

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Another amazing patootie to choose to go with

It's harder for him to find something he likes, but once he sees the stuff you like, he's hoarding that shi at your feet

Snacks, snacks, snacks!

Honestly tho, Eli and Pai is the best fashion duo ever

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For someone who is naked most of the time, Barbs enjoys shopping for clothes a lot

He's especially interested in eye-catching prints

Doesn't really care about what you like, but what he would like on you (again, he literally wants you to be naked all the time, so what's the point of picking out clothes for you?)

Withe very item he wants to get the criteria are: how easy is it to remove? and will it make Barbatos look too good, making Leviathan hang him out of envy?

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This fucker tagged along only bc you promised to take him to some restaurant he hasn't tried before after you're done

*sigh* I hate to say it, but he would try to smell the articles of clothing for any remaining scent of the previous owner

You better hold him by the scruff of his neck so he doesn't do anything

"I like this top, I'm gonna buy it." "Oh? Lemme see *sniff sniff* Ooh, this belonged to someone who liked italian food and mostly matched it with (some other article of clothing)!"

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Amon, doesn't really have much of an input

Most likely he'll just stay parked somewhere, leaning against a wall and sleepily watch you browse the racks

When you ask for his opinion, you always get the same answer: "Looks good on you, love"

If you find something he might like, he'll have more to say, but is mostly happy that you want to get him something

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Aw, this cutie only went with you because you mentioned you wanna go to a cat café afterwards

Ironically, Morax ends up getting more things than you

The amount of fluffy and comfy sweaters that he can wear at home is enough to fill two bags

Visit to the cat café goes even better

You barely couldn't even leave bc the cats kept surrounding Morax

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As soon as you enter the store, he's immediately making his way to the lingerie section

"Hey, how about this? You'd look good in this and wouldn't have to be mad at me for ripping it apart."

To be fair, his style is on point and you end up buying the things he found for you

But to disappoint him, you also don't want him to rip thise things too, especially since they're unique and not from some store where you can buy more

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Oh no, this poor baby is trying to help you find nice things, but he can only pick them out by touch :(

He always brings you the ugliest things and it hurts you to tell him that they might feel nice, but look horrible

You end up buying some of the stuff anyway, so you can at least wear them at home while spending time with Andre

On the other hand, you find some nice suits for him, but he hates the texture of them

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Somehow, going thrifting with Vassago, you come out with outfits that would make a profesional stylist jealous

This man can take anything and make it look fancy af

Hell, you could give him a tablecloth and he'll make you look like a greek statue

In the end you both end up having a full bag of things

You have a bag of stuff for yourself and Vassago has a bag full of stuff for Agares

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 9

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All Falls Down (Prequel)

Series Masterlist

Special shoutout to @paigereeder without her this chapter would not have gotten done! 🫶🏽

Kiyana stared off in the direction that Elijah had walked off in, rubbing her arm in the spot that he had grabbed. “Oh naw, he ain’t getting away with this shit.” She muttered as she stormed towards Alexis’ room. She knew how it felt to have a cheated husband and she would never want another woman to feel the way she had. 

“Oh, Kiyana! Bae this is the girl I was telling you about.” Alexis smiled at Kiyana as she walked into the room. “Thank you for paging him. I don’t know what he has a phone for, he never answers it.” Alexis teased her husband, staring up at him with adoration and love in her eyes and Kiyana felt like she was gonna throw up right then and there. It made her sick to know that Elijah was nothing more than a cheating sociopath, just like Josh. 

“Well, I'm happy to help.” Kiyanna finally responded, having to tear her eyes away from the couple in front of her. Her eyes kept wandering down to his wedding ring and all she could think was ‘how could I be so stupid.’  This man was married with THREE kids that he failed to mention. How sick can one person actually be? 

Kiyana checked on Alexis and the baby, not looking in Eli’s direction, even though she felt his eyes on her. His cheating, deceiving eyes.  “Everything looks good right now. If you need anything, just hit that red button right there and someone will come to help.” Kiyana recited the lines from the employee handbook perfectly before turning and walking out of the room before Elijah or Alexis could say anything. 

She closed her eyes and leaned against the closed door, letting out a breath before walking over to the nurses station. “Girl, you still taking care of her?” When Kiyana nodded, Debra shook her head. “You better than me.”  

“I wanted to tell her so bad how much of a scumbag her husband is” Kiyana spat out. Eyes narrowing on the door to room 302. “But something in me just couldn’t. Maybe cause I’ve been in her position before.” Kiyana shrugs, looking down at her bare left hand and frowning. 

Your ex-husband cheated on you?” Debra asked, giving Kiyana a look of pity, which Kiyana ignored. 

“Yup, he um- he cheated on me while I was pregnant with our youngest.. With some chick he worked with.. Same exact situation, different roles.” Kiyana said as she made eye contact with Elijah who had just walked out of the hospital room. He walked past the nurses station, head held high as he ignored the glare Debra was sending his way. 

“If you wanna go home. It’s okay. I’ll cover for you.” Kiyana shook her head. 

“Nope. I am sick and tired of letting men ruin my day.” 

“Daddy can we go see mommy at work?” Josh stopped searching his mother’s refrigerator for something for his boys to eat and checked his watch. 11:54 am.  it was almost time for Kiyana to go to lunch anyway. 

“Yeah, we can do that. Go tell grandma we leaving.” He said sending Kaiden to do his dirty work. Talisua was beyond pissed at him, ever since he told her he crashed Kiyana’a date a couple of days ago. She had called him selfish and insensitive. He agreed with the selfish part, because he was, he wholeheartedly agreed with that. He wanted Kiyana to himself and he was going to do everything in his power to get his wife… ex-wife back. 

“You couldn’t come tell me you were leaving on your own?” Talisua asked as she walked into the kitchen holding Kairo and Josh sighed. 

“Ma’, I don’t wanna fight with you.” 

“I don’t wanna fight with you neither son. I just want you to understand how unfair you are being to Kiyana.” Josh sighed again and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, not waiting to get smacked upside his head. “She deserves to move on.” 

“And I deserve a chance to fix my mess. To make everything right again.” Josh stressed, staring his mom down, he was tired of hearing that Kiyana needs to move on, because no the hell she doesn’t. “Pops cheated on you and had Melvania and you still stayed with him and had four kids. He deserved a second chance, so why don’t I?” For the first time in 38 years, Josh had stumped his mom. He knew bringing up his father’s cheating ways was mean and unnecessary, but he needed to get his point across. 

“Me and your father were not married though Joshua! He didn’t break a vow to me like how you did to Kiyana.” 

“That’s not fair ma’” Josh shot back. “Pops wanted to make things right and you let him, why are you giving me a hard time when I’m trying to do the same?” Talisua’s features softened as she walked closer to her son and grabbed his hand. 

“Son, it’s not the same. I know you wanna fix things with Kiyana. I would love it if y’all were back on the same page, but you hurt her. You hurt her during one of the toughest moments of her life because of your selfishness. Yes, your father has made mistakes but he allowed me to work through my pain on my own, he gave me space and that’s what you’re not giving Kiyana.” 

“Space? She already went on a damn date mom!” Josh responded, raising his voice. "I know I messed up, I admit that. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix things. Kiyana means everything to me."

“Joshua,” Talisua said softly, squeezing his hand gently, “I know how much she means to you but, She needs space okay? Just let her come back to you.” Josh shook head head 

“Nah, I can’t just sit back and watch while she dates other men. I can’t do that.” 

“Then, I can’t help you Josh. You’re own your own.” Talisua handed Kairo over before walking out of the kitchen. 

“We don’t need her,” Josh muttered to a smiling Kairo. “You’ll help me get mommy back right?”  Josh let out a sigh before calling out to Kaiden, “Kai, come on. Let’s go see mommy!”  

As Josh and his two boys were heading towards his truck, he let out a groan as he saw Joe leaning against it. 

“Uncle Joe!” Kaiden called out, letting go of his fathers hand and running towards Joe, who swooped down and picked him up.

“Man whatcho’ big ass  doin’ here?”  Josh asked, unlocking his car door and placing Kairo in his carseat. 

“I ain't come to argue with you.” Joe said softly. “Jon said you might be here and I just wanted to talk,”  Josh sucked his teeth and moved to the driver's side, starting the car and rolling the windows down. “Josh, I told you the other day I was sorry about how all that shit went down with Kiyana.” 

“Aye Uce,” Josh chuckled bitterly,  “You fucked my wife. Then called me so I could hear it!” Josh seethed, damn-near snatching Kaiden out of Joe’s arms. “You lucky you not six feet underground.”

Joe and Josh stood there staring at each other. Josh’s eyes were filled with hate and anger while Joes’ was filled with regret and sadness about how this whole situation went. He still believed in his heart that Kiyana deserves someone better than Josh, but he also knew that the love that they had for each other was genuine and real. Joe would be a hypocrite if he held Josh accountable for his cheated, it’s not like Joe hasn’t cheated on his girlfriends in the past. 

“Look I’m sorry alright? I don’t wanna fight with you no more Josh. I miss my favorite cousin.” Josh’s eyes softened at Joe’s confession. 

“Daddy, I thought we were going to see mommy?” Kaiden interrupted the two of them and Joe looked at Josh with hopeful eyes. 

“Y’all going to see Key? Can I come? I was going to see her before I left for Miami.” Josh started shaking his head, he opened his mouth to tell him no but Kaiden spoke again. 

“Hurry! Or we’re gonna miss mommy!” Kaiden yelled out growing inpatient. 

“Fine, Get in the damn car Uce.” Josh grunted out, lip curling in disgust as Joe opened his passenger side door and slid his big ass in. 

12:00 pm. 

Kiyana leaped from her chair and grabbed her bag immediately heading for the elevator. “Take as long as you want!" Debra called out and Kiyana gave a thumbs up in return just as the elevator doors closed. Since there was a ban on cell phones during work hours, she had to wait to tell Samara all about Elijah and his lying, cheating ass

She let out a curse as she looked down at her arm where Elijah had grabbed, a nasty bruise had formed. Just looking at the bruise had her blood boiling. ‘I should go back up there and tell his wife everything.’ She thought as the elevator doors opened up on the ground floor. 

Kiyana had pulled up Samara’s contact and was about to press call when a loud “MOMMY!”  echoed around the surprisingly quiet main entrance. An immediate smile was on Kiyana’s face as she recognized her son’s voice. 

“Kai!” Kiyana called out, kneeling down and capturing him in a tight hug that she needed at that moment.  

“Hi mommy, I miss you.” Kaiden muttered into the shirt of her scrubs and it took everything in Kiyana not to burst into tears right there as she placed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I miss you too Kai.” 

“Damn, I be gone weeks at a time and he’s never ran to me like that” Kiyana rolled her eyes with a chuckle before turning towards Josh and… Joe? Who was pushing Kairo in his stroller. Her eyes widened as she took in the two Samoans. 

“What the fuck?” She whispered. She tried to asked him what he was doing there, but all she could muster was another , “What the fuck?” 

As Kiyana stood to her full height, the bruise on her arm caught Josh's attention. “What’s that?” He asked, drawing Joe’s attention to the bruise as well.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I bumped into something earlier.” She muttered, looking anywhere but at Josh and that's when he knew she was lying. 

“Kiyana.” He narrowed his eyes on her. “That shit wasn’t there this morning.” 

“Josh, please.” She pleaded. “Y’all came here to eat, so let's go do that.” She said grabbing Kaiden’s hand and walking towards the cafeteria but Josh grabbed her other hand, stopping her. “Josh, stop” She whispered and he shook his head. 

“It was that nut ass dude you went out with wasn’t it?” 

“Aye, he put his hands on you KiKi?” Joe chimed in and Kiyana’s bottom lip quivered and that’s when Josh lost it. 

Josh's jaw was clenched tight as he asked her, “Where he at Kiyana? He thinks he can put his hands on you and get away with it?” 

Kiyana shook her head,  "Josh, please," she pleaded again, placing her hand on his chest, trying her hardest to calm him down, but he was pissed and past the point of calming down. “We got the kids here.” 

“And they need to see what happens when someone puts their hands on their mama. I don’t play that shit Key, divorced or not.” The elevator doors opened and Kiyana cursed as Josh’s eyes zeroed in on Elijah. “You put your fucking hands on my wife?” Josh called out and before Elijah could even comprehend what was going on, Josh walked up and threw a mean right hook, knocking Elijah down to the ground. 

The security guard, who had overhead what Elijah did, took his time getting up from his seat. He stretched and yawned before slowly making his way over to them. Kiyana took the stroller from Joe and pushed him in Josh’s direction, “Please do something!” She called out, covering Kaiden’s eyes so he wouldn’t see what his dad was doing. 

“Josh.. Josh come on man, you got him.” Joe said as he pulled Josh off of Elijah but not without getting his own kicks in. 

“Alright, that's enough” The security guard called out as he finally made his way over to them. 

“This shit ain’t over!” Josh called out to Elijah who was holding his jaw, glaring at him. “Imma catch ya’ bum ass again!” Josh pushed the guard away from him and grabbed Kiyana's hand, leading her out of the hospital. 

“And don’t put your hands on my mommy again!” 

Welp... Honestly.... i can't write a fight scene to save my life but imma work on it and trust, this aint the last time Josh gon get his hands on Elijah!

If then ending seems rushed, I apologize it is 3:35 am and I wanted to get this out b/c I won't have any time later on in the day to publish 🙃.

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Day 15 - Decorative Obsession

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Nobel Laureate Dr. Eli Michaelson (😂) x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where Eli gets jealous and reminds [Y/n] who she belongs to.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smut (p in v, student/teacher, facial (and not the one u get at a spa) )

A/N: Ah yes if it isn't Doctor Eli Michaelson Nobel Laureate 😂. Please enjoy this fun little smut piece for the world's Sexiest asshole. I swear I come up with the most unhinged things for this man I do not regret it.

There were a lot of things you quickly learned when you began your sordid affair with your Chemistry professor, soon after you had become his teaching assistant. 

One, was that his pleasure came first when you two fucked around. Whether it be in the classroom right before a lesson started, or in his office when you were helping him grade papers, Eli came first.

Well not physically. Surprisingly, he always made sure you got off beforehand, granted that wasn't a very difficult task when he fucked you better than any other person you ever dated could. Him and his stupid large cock and knowing how to use it.  

No, he made sure you knew he was in control of any, and all pleasure you received, and that what mattered most, was him getting to make a mess of you in whichever way he found sated his hunger for that moment. 

It was a good thing for him that you were a bit of a sexual deviant, happy to be his toy if he wanted, considering it got you off as much as it did him. Maybe you ought to seek some professional help with that.  You heard that the psychology department was taking volunteers for a cognitive trial for something or another. Maybe it would sort you out. 

Another thing that you learned about him, was boy did he have an ego. Technically, you had learned that even before you were anywhere in his orbit. Considering he had a Noble Prize, it was easy to see why his head would be so far stuck in his ass. 

Again though, only about a hundred or so people had earned that achievement in Chemistry, and him being one of them, surely did more for his ego than anything else could. Well, maybe also the way his students would throw themselves at him. Both because of his academic prowess and because of how good his cock was. 

Look, you weren't naive, and you also weren't going to delude yourself that you were the only pussy his dick was finding a home in. Who cared? As long as was bending you over his desk every other day and making you come like no other man had, he could do whatever he wanted.

Shame you would lose such good dick after you graduated, but that was for future you to worry about. Present you, was having too much fun to care. And plus, he probably be more than happy to fuck an alumnus. It'd stroke his ego even more that you would come back after graduating.

Huh, maybe you should do your PhD here as well. 

Oh yeah, and one last thing, for someone who like to fuck around a lot Eli Michaelson sure was a possessive asshole. That was something you found out more recently. Though, with the way he had an obsession with decorating your neck, and other areas of your body that people could see with bruises, you should have picked up on that earlier. 

Again, it wasn't really a focus of yours when you were too busy trying to stay conscious and upright as he fucked you silly.

Kind of like…right now.

"F-fuck, fuck oh Eli!" 

Your eyes, which you had no idea had fluttered closed as he railed you, shot back open as he slammed into you with a loud grunt. The tip of him pressing harshly against your cervix, causing hot ropes of pleasure to trail down your legs as they stiffened against his side. The burning engulfed your pussy in the most delicious way as you spread open even wider for him, one leg on each side of his thick thighs as he snapped his hips against yours with unbridled fury. The smacking of skin was loud, and very much obscene as your hands tried to claw at anything on the table, only causing the papers on his desk to fly off as you tried not to slide down from your position.

God thing he was fucking you so hard and at such a furious pace, that each thrust had you practically scooting back up on the desk.

Whatever had gotten into him, you didn't know but you sure did like it.  

"Fucking!" -Thrust- "Little!" -Thrust- "Slut!" Each word was punctuated with him thrusting into you, and each time your back arched off the desk as a cry left your lips that still had the lingering taste of his cock on it.

"Didn't think I catch you rubbing up against that dumb as bricks grad student did you? Fluttering your little eyelashes with that stupid low cut shirt like you wanted him to see your tits!"

"Fuck Eli, ah! I was just, mmm fuck, just helping him! Oh god," you gasped, as he kept up his pace, cock dragging along your sensitive channel, "he was, shit aah, having trouble with gravimetric analysis!" 

"Oh you were just helping huh? And how were you going to do that because he sure seemed more interested in what was under your shirt!" He snapped, as he grabbed at your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin as you squirmed helplessly against him. Unsure if you were trying to get away from him or get his dick deeper into you. 

You were sure it was the latter though. 

"Gonna suck his tiny dick and hope he learns by osmosis huh?"

Had you not been drunk on his cock, and your cunt not fluttering wildly at how deranged he was acting, you would have laughed. But alas that was for another time.

For someone who fucked around a lot, he sure was a hypocrite when someone else did the same. Not that you had any intention, or want to do that with that particular student.  

"E-Eli Jesus, fuck!" You cried out as he leaned down on you, his body weight crushing you like a human-weighted blanket, and forcing himself deeper inside of you. 

Your warm, velvety channel, was more than happy to accommodate the position, squeezing him, as he rolled his hips while mouthing at your exposed neck that was damp with sweat. "Unlike some people, I don't go fucking everyone that comes for help!"

"Well if I didn't, ngh,  I'd be depriving you of the best dick you'll ever had wouldn't I be?"

He wasn't wrong there. But you didn't want to stroke his ego any more than you already were. Instead, you just opted to moan out your answer as he explored your body with a wandering hand. His hand moved up and down your tummy where he pawed at the skin, causing you to whine before he trailed himself up your front, wrapping a hand around one of your tits that bounced up and down each time he would force himself into you. 

A little cry left your lips as he leaned down and bit at the perky nipple before his tongue soothed the ache, licking the swollen nub and sucking it causing your already sensitive body to tremble even more singling you were about ready to burst. 

He seemed to feel it too as his thrusts began to speed up, hitting that spot in you harder, and faster. Your legs stiffened more and more as you let out whines that increased in volume, just like the sound of your wet cunt being fucked mercilessly.

You were sure your inner thighs were going to be bruised with how hard they were pressed against Eli, but it wouldn't be the first time, and it sure wasn't going to be the last.

With one more harsh thrust, your body seized, and your insides gripped Eli's cock, causing a shout of your name to leave his lips, as you shook underneath him while your orgasm washed over you.

"Eli oh Eli fuck, oh god," you whispered and sobbed over and over as your stomach twisted and knotted pleasurably. Your hips stilling rolling uncontrollably against his body. 

Wave after wave of heat rolled in your stomach, and it took you a few moments to come down from your high. Only to find that the man above you was still hard and, that he hadn't come yet.  Add to that your blurry thoughts and that wicked smirk that you barely registered on his face, and it was no surprise your foggy mind was confused.

"Wh-what are you- AH!" 

Before you had time to finish your sentence, his cock was sliding out of your sensitive hole that tried to clench around him, and you wanted to whine about the sudden emptiness, but that was cut off too, as he dragged himself off of you, and dragged you to the ground unceremoniously.  

You were about to protest as you got on your knees, but was quickly stopped by a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you were greeted with the sight of his still erect cock, which was very angry looking and very wet from the both of you.

Had he not been holding you back, you would probably have dived right in and sucked him off. But it seemed like he had other plans as you watched him begin to jerk off in front of you.

"Fuckin' shit [Y/n]," he hissed the slick sounds of him pumping his cock now echoing in the room as you watched him with eyes still dark with lust.

A shock of thrill ran up your spine as you automatically stuck your tongue out ready to catch his seed, your hips already rocking back and forth as that familiar pressure began to grow again. 

"Mmm yeah going swallow everything I give you aren't you? I bet you let me come all over your face too. Make you go to that useless piece of shit and show him that the only cock that's gonna use you is mine's."

God he was so possessive. Had it been anyone else, it be irritating, yet, by the way you clenched at nothing from his words, your body seemed to agree with him.

"Do it then, come on my face Eli," you purred as your hands found purchase on his thick thighs, and you lifted your face upwards towards his cock so he could make a mess of you. "Paint my face sir please, please, please want it all over me. Want you to mess me up please come sir please~!"

The wanton begging, paired with the way you licked your lips and humped the ground waiting for him to shoot his load on you, seemed to spur him into a frenzy.

He pumped himself faster, the grip on his cock tightening just as his balls did the same. Ready to empty everything on you, and before you both knew it, hot liquid began to spurt from the angry tip onto your face. It landed on your forehead, cheeks and some of the salty liquid landed on your tongue, which you savored as you watched his face twist in pleasure and a loud shout of your name left his lips as he emptied the sticky, hot seed on you. 

"Tilt your head up," he gritted out, and while you didn't know why, you did what you were told, exposing your neck to him as he continued to spurt the last of his cum on you. 

Hot stripes of liquid landed across your collarbone, and you let out a watery moan at the feeling of being made a mess of. God you probably looked insane right now with his cum all over you, but boy did it make your cunt want some more of him.

With that little show though, it seemed he had finally completely emptied himself as he let out a satisfied huff as he looked at you. A smirk crept onto his features as he took in his handy work, and you could only imagine what was going through his mind.

Probably something along the lines of doing it again or whatever. Not that you would protest. But what came out of his mouth next had you sputtering a bit with how out of pocket it was.

"Next time maybe if you show him that necklace I  just got for you, he'll pay more attention to his work than thinking about fucking you."

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SPOILERS!!!! S. 2 E. 6 TLOU

Okay I can't stop sobbing. This is by far one of my favorite episodes of the series. My favorite hands down of this season.

Things I noticed/loved.

•The young Tommy/Joel flashback. The famous green watch that Joel wears having belonged to their dad.

•Ellie burning herself and being high off pain meds: I couldn't help but laugh, and him calling her baby girl and kissing her on the head. 😭

•the dinosaur scene. 🥹

•"a lotter of kittens." Lol Ellie's innocence is so precious

•the birds/bees moment 😆😂 I died at Joel's embarrassment.

•the space capsule scene. "I do okay?" Are you actually serious? 😭😭😭 Joel tearing up. PERFECTION.

•Ellie eating her "eli" cake with her hand 😊

•Pedro singing Joel's song 🥹❤️😍😭 is there nothing that man can't do? God when I think Pedro can't be more perfect. The way Ellie was looking at Joel when he sang.

•"Some folks call this a Gee-tar." His Texas drawl I love it.

•Domestic Joel throughout. The fixing the guitar.

•"Uncle Grumpy."

•Joel thinking something was going on with Ellie and Jessie 😂 "I got a keen eye for this sort of thing." "Ahh I don't think you do." Dead 😆

•Joel trying to find a middle ground with Ellie even when she was being rebellious.

•THEY DID THE PORCH SCENE. If Pedro doesn't receive ALL THE AWARDS for this episode... For this scene alone I am RIOTING.

They way Pedro's eyes can portray so much depth and emotion. It hurts me to see him cry cause you feel it. This man can ACT!!! I was sobbing and haven't stopped. The I LOVE YOU!!!! Are you fucking kidding me??? "Because I love you... In a way you'll never understand." Omg I know I'm gonna get hate for this but I'm gonna say it. This was better than the game version. Gamers come for me idc. Pedro and Bella did this scene justice and then some. Everything said. Every shaky breath, every gulp, every tear. Superb acting. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

•Maria saying she and everyone loved Joel. I'm glad they got a moment like this. Especially after all the hate Maria was giving Joel.

•Bella Ramsey as Ellie is just perfect. they are an young amazing artist.

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Things I hated.

The slight homophobia from Joel (you just know Pedro hated doing that.) saying she was just confused... Though he had every right being mad at their age cap because yes Ellie was under age and kat was technically an adult.

Watching the drift between Ellie and Joel.

Joel lying to Ellie.. AGAIN. Then to Gail. Yes, Joel deserved that slap.

that their dad was abusive. It makes sense why Joel is how he is and why he is so protective and has a bit of a Savior complex.

How Joel handled Eugene.

How Ellie yelled at Joel that he didn't own the house or her and she wasn't his kid. Excuse me Ellie Williams-Miller you take that back right now.

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Sidenote: Pedro was beautiful in this episode not only physically but his acting in each scene. I will miss him as Joel Miller. He will forever be my comfort character... My Joel Miller.

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Hi eli🥳It's nice to see a new high & low writer.how would sword leaders be with their girly lover

How The Sword Leaders Are With Their Girly Lover.

AN | YES! I will happily do this, thank you so much! I decided to also add a wee little twist by adding 1 more character since technically he is a SWORD leader.

Cobra | Hino Junpei

Skin care

"What are you doing?" Cobra rounds the corner to your room, taking in the sight of you. Here you were, wearing a face mask, your hair pushed out of your face, and painting your nails your favorite color. "Doing skin care. Would you like to join?" You ask, a sweet smile plastered on your face. He seems hesitant before walking over and sitting next to you. "Good choice, I was gonna force you anyways."

Public affection

He does it rarely, and when it does happen you seem surprised. This is mainly because the others like to tease him. Unless Naomi is around, then they all shut up about it. (I make Naomi a hype woman, because I feel like she would definitely be one. Her and Lala.)

Date Nights

I feel as though Cobra would ask the others about what to do for date nights. This often leads to him just caving and asking Rocky or settling for a movie night. This man is half good of a cook, he never really learned. More of a take-out kind of guy, or will ask Yamato's mom to help him cook.

Getting hurt (Him)

He gets hurt a lot while fighting, which makes you kind of annoyed. Usually it is just you cleaning him up. You've started to keep a medkit on you at all times of the day.

Getting hurt (You)

Would stay calm but deep inside is worried to hell. If you didn't know how to use a medkit or how to clean your wounds, he would take you to Naomi. If you did, he'd pry the names of the people who hurt you and disappear for hours on end before coming back.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or a dress)

This man would walk behind you and give anyone who looked at you in a weird way the deadliest death stare there is. We're talking about psychopathic death stare.

Jealous

Not entirely the jealous type, but when he is, he tends to show it by wrapping his arm around your shoulder. If he is really jealous, he holds your love handles/waist.

Rocky | Mutsugi

Skin Care

"Is it suppose to make me feel like my lips are burning?" Rocky asks as he stares at his lips, the lip plumper you had put on him moments ago finally kicking in. "Yes my dear, it is." You giggle slightly as you continue to rub your face wash into your face.

Public Affection

This man does not care if someone sees him being affectionate with you, he wants everyone to know who you belong to and who is the lucky person that gets to be with you.

Date Nights

Ohhh he knows how to cook. I mean, he's been on his own since he was a teen so he's had to learn how to cook. Your date nights are typically him cooking and treating you like you're a goddess. If he doesn't feel like cooking, he'll take you out somewhere and if you're lucky, shopping spree!

Getting Hurt (Him)

Rocky rarely gets hurt since he doesn't really fight but when he does, he usually doesn't want to tell you. He doesn't want to stress you or make you worry so he talks to Koo.

Getting Hurt (You)

If you get hurt, he'll send the others out to hunt down the person or people who harmed you. He will then spend the rest of the time making sure you are okay and helping you clean up. If he's really livid, he'll tell Kizzy to stay while he goes out. Just expect him to come back a wee bit roughed up.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or dress)

He wouldn't walk behind you like Cobra would but he will make you wear his jacket. If anyone makes a disrespectful comment, he will simply make sure they never speak about you like that ever again. We're talking about this man being so unreasonable that he attacks someone.

Jealous

Doesn't get too jealous unless the other person starts getting touchy feely, then he steps in. His way of making it clear that you are taken is by holding you real close. Unlike Cobra, he doesn't really give death stares but he does give people the stink eye.

Murayama | Yoshiki Murayama

Skin Care

"'Yama.." You whisper, he had fallen asleep with the face mask on. His sleeping face looked so peaceful, you almost felt bad for waking him up. "Five more minutes, this is really comfortable to sleep it." He mumbles, holding your hand.

Public Affection

You don't get to really see each other that much as majority of his time is spent at Oya Kou. But when you do, he's super affectionate. Not wanting to lose you of course. Even if its in public, he is still lovey towards you.

Date Nights

Murayama can partially cook, if he does, that is rare. He doesn't want to cook in case it tastes really bad so he occasionally asks you if you want to order take out and stay in all night. This dies down to cuddling and having fun.

Getting Hurt (Him)

He always comes home with new injuries, whether they come from Todoroki or from others in Oya Kou. Although it is tiring to constantly patch him up, you love him nonetheless.

Getting Hurt (You)

Let's just say that this man goes lethal. We're talking man hunts. He will have Seki and Furuya hunting down whoever hurt you while he stays with you and covers you in pink or your favorite colored bandages. After that, he typically kisses your face to make you feel better.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or a dress)

Best believe this man is walking with his jacket wrapped around your waist. Giving an ugly stare to anyone that stares for far too long. If you do this just to irk him, he'll see to it that you are wearing leggings.

Jealous

Oh boy, he's jealous. He'll act childish if someone is flirting with you or if they're getting way too close. This usually leads to him getting into a fight or him clinging to you like you are going to drift away at sea.

Smoky | This man has no first name

Skin Care

"Lala uses this too," He squints, reading the label. "Did you buy it for her?" "Yes, I've been helping her earn money from things." You laugh as you continue rubbing the lotion into his hands. His hands were not always rough, but he wanted to try your skin care routine.

Public Affection

Private or public this man don't care. He's hugging, kissing, and or giving you all his attention. Unless he's fighting. Or feels really under the weather. Then he is resting.

Date Nights

There isn't really anywhere romantic for you two to go other than hanging around in the high places. Your date nights consist of taking care of the Nameless Road children or spending the night looking at the stars. Your dinner time is spent with the other Rude Boys and or Lala.

Getting Hurt (Him)

You worry enough about him as it is, considering how sick he is and how fighting also effects his condition. The others usually take care of him while Lala takes you with her, this is by his request.

Getting Hurt (You)

If it's from someone who isn't in Nameless Road, he typically doesn't tell anyone to hunt the person down but instead requests the help from the others (Cobra, Murayama, or Rocky (it's usually Rocky)) and takes the day to spend with you. If it's from someone who is in Nameless City (as in was naturally born there) he will have the others get the person. He is a forgiving person so he'll give them a warning and that is shouldn't happen again.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or a dress)

If he isn't with you, the other Rude Boys (Mainly P and Takeshi) will walk with you, one of them giving you their jacket. If he is, he's walking behind you to make sure that his jacket isn't short either. He does love when you wear clothes that you're comfortable in, he just doesn't like it when others stare for creepy reasons.

Jealous

Not the jealous type, will feel a tinge of jealousy but he knows you are capable of handling yourself.

Takeshi | "Beat Takeshi"

Skin Care

"This won't take long, right?" He mumbles, still wanting to get to Smoky's grave in time. You nod, rubbing the scrub into his skin. His hands placed on both sides of your hips, him looking up at you.

Public Affection

He's very affectionate in private, but in public he minimalizes his affection. This doesn't have anything to do with being manly, but it has something to do with the fact that usually by the time he's running around with the others, he's already covered in dirt.

Date Nights

Just like Smoky, except instead of being around the Nameless Road children, he usually takes you to a high area to cuddle and watch the stars.

Getting Hurt (Him)

Even though he gets hurt, he takes good enough care of himself that he usually doesn't mention it because he forgets or is too busy.

Getting Hurt (You)

Best believe this man will bring up to P. In return, P and the others will go looking for whoever it was and Takeshi will stay with you to make sure you're doing okay. He worries about you even if he sometimes doesn't show it.

Wearing a skirt that is too short (or a dress)

The only and last time you wore a dress that was too short was the time that Takeshi got a jacket that was long enough to help cover your bum. You still wear skirts and dresses but you always wear the jacket.

Jealous

Definitely the jealous type, he'll boast about how you're his girl and how you're beautiful. If that isn't enough, he will take you away from the person and be super close to you.

Hyuga | Norihisa Hyuga

Skin Care

"No." He pushes away the idea of doing your skin care routine, he would like to do it but he does not want you to know that. "Fine then, grumpy." You grumble as you walk back into the bathroom. That was enough to get him to get up and do it with you. Playing it off as though he hates it, when in reality he really enjoys it.

Public Affection

You best bet this man will refuse to show you any form of affection in public, and even in private his affection is quite shit. It isn't that he doesn't love you, it's that he doesn't know how to show it quite yet. His way of showing you affection is getting you all types of gifts, which are usually small (candles, makeup (he so fucks this up), clothes, and sometimes jewelry).

Date Nights

Your date nights are spent at restaurants, but 80% of the time he has the other Daruma Ikka members there, and if they aren't there then you actually spend time alone. The rare date nights are where you both stay in and do shit together.

Getting Hurt (Him)

Actually doesn't care to tell you or bother asking you to help him. It's not about being manly, well it partially is, but its also because he doesn't want you to see him when he's like this. He cares for you.

Getting Hurt (You)

Let's be brutally honest, he'll act as if he doesn't care but in secret he gets his right hand men to hunt and possibly kill the person who hurt you.

Wearing a skirt thats too short (or a dress)

He doesn't really care if anyone is staring because he wants to flaunt you. Granted the people that cat call you annoy him, he's too proud that he landed you to really give a shit.

Jealous

This mf.. if someone is getting too close or touchy feely with you, he'd act as if it didn't bother him but he's secretly grabbing you and holding you close. Not in the affectionate way, more so of in the "she's mine" way.

Masterlist High&Low Masterlist

[yourcuteweirdo8p]

A/N: I'm getting so much more support on this account than I thought I would 😭 ty all! Here's the second character card, Felix! And let me tell you, he is not as nice as Eli LOL. Not quite sure I like how well the full color turned out, but whatever.

Felix had always been an outsider, of sorts. Never saw the point of working in a team. Why would he bother with other people who might mess things up when he was so much more efficient by himself?

He's come to terms that he has... friends, now, but he's still very independent.

Maybe he wouldn't have to be if Sparkling Heart would just let him take care of you-!

He has a very black and white mindview. Normal people, civilians, are protected, Heroes work together and have comradery, and villains spit insults and hurt people.

So why does Heart keep insisting on protecting you?!

He's always trying to find your secret identity, to the point of obsession. Has a whole shrine conspiracy board in his room.

"Um, Wind, don't you think this is all a bit... much?"

"Shut up! I'm trying to protect the city!"

He's already kind of a control freak, and it only gets worse the longer you evade him.

Gets easily flustered, despite his feelings on the matter.

"You wanna pin me down real bad, eh pretty boy?"

"WHA- SH- SHUT UP!"

Maybe he finds you attractive, but that only worsens his neurotic tendencies. He's not supposed to feel this way towards a villain! This is all your fault!

Only makes him more brutal the bigger his crush is LOLLL.

His friends are worried about him.

"It's fine, it's fine, It'll all be fine once I FIX things! Just let me figure out who they are, and everything will be great! Just keep your nosey ass out of my buisness! I know what I'm doing!"

If he ever does capture you, you're going in his basement a long time. He can't hand you over to the police, they couldn't possibly handle someone as dangerous as you!

He would never admit it, but he's grown possessive over you. There's no love there, don't get me wrong, but he no longer just wants to defeat you. He wants to own you. He wants to destroy you and rebuild you in an image of what you should be. As he reminds you, frequently, you are below him. You are a sad little basket case who he has taken pity on.

You are his new pet, and Felix doesn't like to share.

"Ahah... look at you, right where you belong, under my heel. Don't worry, pet. I'm going to fix you. I'm going to fix everything."

[faerlygraceful]

So I rewatched all of the “Begins” episodes last night and it only managed to cement my head canons about Tommy, which began forming after we saw him again.

Of course I don’t know if they thought this was going to be where the character ended up when they filled the firehouse back in season 2. I don’t know what Lou thought about his character. I don’t know what the intentions were. What I am doing (since this is my head canon), is taking new knowledge and using it to recategorize previous interactions. I’m queer, it’s what we all do.

So I’m going to share my analysis with all of y’all cause this is the internet, and I’m allowed.

Spoilers for… well everything.

Tommy is one of the three characters who shows up in all three Begins episodes, the other two being Athena and Sal DeLuca. His first appearance in the show is Hen Begins, but as we know Chimney Begins is chronologically first, so we’re starting there.

Chimney Begins

1) We first see Tommy when probie Howie walks in. He doesn’t seem to notice that Howie is a probie, asking who didn’t tip the takeout guy. Gerrard quickly takes the role of antagonist, and that’s when we move on.

2) At one point when they’re coming back from a call after Howie has been there a while, Tommy says, in a surprised tone, “You’re still here?” I think this is less of a, “You don’t belong here,” and more of a, “You’ve been here for weeks/months and haven’t been out once, I would have quit, why haven’t you?”

3) While man behind, Howie helps a guy who was having indigestion and a panic attack at the same time. When the rest get back, Howie tries to bond with them over the call, but is ignored. They are talking about takeout options and Gerrard asks Tommy, when his girlfriend is supposed to come in and cook. Tommy sounds extremely contained during this interaction, gives a a day, and when pressed he stammers and promises. The conversation fades off so we don’t hear what he promises, but he didn’t seem all that enthusiastic about his girlfriend coming in.

- Now this is where we really start getting into my hcs. Either Tommy is bi (which we’ll hopefully find out tomorrow) or he’s closeted. The tightness in his voice (which is all we have to go on because the camera is focused on the POV character), tells me that he’s extremely uncomfortable with the interaction. He’s been put on the spot, and he doesn’t like it. I think the girlfriend is either a) a friend he’s brought by the house once and everyone inferred or b) someone he manufactured in order to get out of team events ie, “Oh I can’t go out tonight, my girl is cooking.” He is uncomfortable with what his boss (a confirmed bigot) is asking for, and the man is pressuring him to produce his beard. If she was actually his girlfriend and Tommy is also bisexual, it could just be that’s he’s uncomfortable exposing her to the environment that the 118 is at that point.

4) Howie starts to try and broach the barriers between himself and the other firefighters, only to be rebuked. At one point he corners Tommy in the locker room, and starts naming off all these topics, stating, “Tell me what your thing is and I’ll make it mine.” Talking about his formidable people skills and asking if that means Tommy just didn’t like him that much.

Tommy tells him, “If I thought about you at all, I probably wouldn’t.” Which tells me that Tommy has already built his mask, his persona, and since the others don’t try to look beyond the surface he’s able to maintain it, but he can’t afford to let anyone in. He can’t think about the new guy on the squad, he’s too busy making sure Gerrard doesn’t find out about his closet. That would be just another person to have to hide from anyway.

This is when Howie gets pulled for the ambulance. Eli tells him that it’s not personal, because friends die and funerals are held. Which makes me also think that Howie stepped into the shoes of a firefighter who died. Maybe one who Tommy was particularly close to? Eli goes on to call Howie a puppy who doesn’t get a name until they know it’s gonna come through.

The next thing that happens is Kevin Lee’s death. Which is incredibly sad and is a big part of how Howie develops as a firefighter, but this meta is Tommy focused so moving on.

5) The garage collapse at the mall, and Tommy almost dies. More to it, Howie saved him. So Tommy decides to share some things with Howie. “Love Actually, monster trucks, and craft beer”. Maybe not a coming out story, but he did declare that one of his favorite movies is a rom com. It’s a start.

Hen Begins

1) Tommy is first seen when Hen walks into the house. He’s comes up to the railing after Gerrard calls for everyone and is positioned between the captain and DeLuca. Now it’s my personal opinion that DeLuca is an ass and that’s backed up by these episodes but even Hen defends him in Bobby Begins Again, and that started with this episode. But again, we’re not here to get into Sal DeLuca’s headspace, this is about Tommy. When Gerrard calls Hen an “diversity” hire, we see Tommy looking very uncomfortable, and Sal is the one to take up some of Captain’s dirty work for him (“For real?”). This is the episode where I truly see Tommy as “falling in line” with the captain. He’s opened up a little to Howie (no nickname yet), a little more inclined to joke, but still is holding these boundaries.

2) DeLuca talks about taking his girl to see some vampire movie and Tommy immediately knows it’s Twilight. DeLuca talks about how he likes Kristen Stewart (with Hen agreeing) before saying something about getting behind that, which makes Hen uncomfortable. (According to this, it would put it in 2008, which means she’s a paramedic for ten years prior to Buck joining which I hate. All those movies came out rather fast but could all be classified as “Twilight” so it was probably at least Eclipse in 2010 especially with the references made…. But then we start to go into how much I hate this timeline because nothing makes sense ever) Tommy talks about how he doesn’t understand the attraction to KS because she’s too… (Sal puts in hot here) broody, and Sal asks him if that means he’s Team Jacob (which is what makes me think it’s at least during Eclipse, I don’t see DeLuca being a Twi-Hard, and so his frame of reference would be movie based), and when Tommy acts confused (not sure if an act or not, he knew what Twilight was, but that doesn’t mean he knows about Team Edward vs Team Jacob), Chimney confirms that he’s implying that Tommy is gay. You. See. Him. Freeze. There is a few seconds where Tommy freezes in place like he’s processing before he makes a joke, blowing a kiss at Sal before laughing. Gerrard puts a stop to the conversation, and Hen takes a seat.

— Remember when Tommy has buried himself in the closet? What happened when someone rattles the door with a gay joke? One where it’s being implied that you are gay? When you’re bigot of a boss is sitting not five feet from you at the same table? You freeze to not immediately deny the accusation in a way that would make you look sus, and then you make a joke out of it. It hurts, so much.

———-Ah shit I’m going to timeline this———

From what we know, Tommy was in the army as a pilot. For Timeline purposes we’re going to assume that Eli leaving is the reason Hen went to the 118. During her med student arc it talks about how she was a paramedic for 10 years, so 2012 makes sense there. It doesn’t make sense with other thing’s because in Lonestar’s Hold the Line (2021 would make this make sense), Hen tells Owen that Denny is 10 and she and Karen and her were married for 8 years, (Same sex marriage has only been legal in CA since 2013). Bobby was their captain for a year in Worst Day Ever, they had a captain parade for two years (six captains) and before that they had a someone who was cleaning up after Gerrard. Also Hen and Karen were freshly back together when DADT was repealed. That makes Denny a baby on September 20th of 2011.

Enlistment periods are 8 years but that’s a mix of active and inactive duty. If Tommy signed up out of high school (18), was an active duty pilot for 6 years (24) and then moved to the reserves for the remaining two while he became a firefighter, it means he could have been a firefighter for two years longer than Hen or Chimney while being less than 10 years older than Buck.

Now none of this helps in placing where these episodes fall in the timeline, but I would say that Bobby’s first day falls about a year before the pilot, and Chimney Begins and Hen Begins butt right up together. Also I have no more information on Eli and how long he stayed after training Chim, and I probably never will because I cannot watch Boston.

More timeline BS. Hen and Karen had to have gotten together during the captain parade because Gerrard would not have let her on a call where she got hurt enough that Chim would make the call to Karen.

——————— Timeline bs over ——————

3) Tommy asks about how “New York bitchiness” could be a compliment after Howie mentioning that she has an East coast vibe, and Hen thanks him for the compliment. And then Howie makes it seem like Tommy’s calling her bitchy, but I don’t see it that way. What’s more likely is that’s the only vibe he knows from the east coast, so when Howie suggests she has it, he’s like, wait you think that’s a compliment? Howie treats it like Tommy’s calling Hen a bitch, but it honestly didn’t come off that way, more like Tommy trying to clarify that Howie wasn’t calling Hen a bitch by saying she has an “East Coast Vibe”. Anyway this conversation quickly devolves in Gerrard being a misogynist, and Tommy and DeLuca quickly scamper off.

4) Not Tommy related, but we do have someone with insight into being an openly gay firefighter now. Casey with the 115. He says that they knew he was gay from the moment he walked in, and it didn’t matter that he was the strongest guy in the firehouse. Here we have proof that it doesn’t matter your qualifications, if you’re perceived as gay, you’re automatically singled out. He said it was so hard that he was told to quit and find a new dream by his partner. Now, there is a red flag about your SO tellingly you to give up your dreams, but can you imagine how bad it would have been for the boyfriend to get to that point? The person you care about coming home every night defeated and downtrodden over something that’s supposed to be his dream? The ease in which Casey shed the boyfriend makes me think that they weren’t together long enough to earn those privileges, but the job also gets a red flag for being so bad that you’d advise your short term boyfriend to quit.

5) Hen’s speech. During this we don’t see him often, because he’s off to the side. The camera is more focused on Gerrard, DeLuca and Howie for the most part. But he does seem very closed off, when you do see him, his arms crossed, not standing defensively or challengingly like DeLuca, but like he’s trying to shrink. Actually it kind of reminds me of another queer firefighter that we all know.

6) We don’t get to see much more of the reactions because we go immediately into a call where a party limo crashed into a flower truck. Which we only know about because Hen went looking for it, saving the life of a little boy. Tommy tells her good job, that they would have discovered the secondary wreck eventually but that it would have been too late. She also has now earned Sal’s respect.

7) When they get back the Chief is there. Now remember, she gave her speech, they went out, they come back out and Gerrard is being removed. Nothing that happened on that call or involving her speech has anything to do with this. She thinks she’s being fired, that Gerrard called while heading to or back from the scene to have her removed, but that’s not the case. Her speech wasn’t actually necessary because everyone was already complaining about how Gerrard treated her. They even talk about someone who compared Gerrard and his behavior to hemorrhoids. Which I’m not saying could be from the army pilot who was probably deployed and had to undergo long-term constipation or diarrhea, but it could be.

Now all in all, there nothing really bad about Tommy’s behavior that we’ve seen. He doesn’t approach Hen, but we’ve seen from her interactions with Howie that she barely accepts his overtures of friendship in the beginning, and Tommy is much more closed off, remembering how he only opened up to Howie after he saved his life. He also doesn’t stand up for Hen to the captain’s face, but as an Army guy, he follows the chain of command. Doesn’t mean he won’t file one or two or three complaints through the proper channels. He just can’t afford to put himself in Gerrard’s crosshairs, can’t afford to undergo his scrutiny.

Bobby Begins Again

1) Hen has started a betting pool on the newest captain. Over under is 6 weeks, making me think that that’s the least amount of time a Captain stayed (about a month and a half and if they had 6 captains in 2 years that’s an average of 4 months). Tommy gives Nash a month and has to run to the ATM. DeLuca is obviously the main antagonizer, it sounds like he wanted the 118 and was denied (Also ABC, maybe bring him back ala Billy Tyson? Might be fun.).

2) Tommy has never worked on a farm, or dealt with toddlers. Cause he was floundering and falling all over himself when trying to catch Maurice the rooster. All in all these calls don’t show much. Tommy follows Bobby’s instructions, even though part of time he’s just parroting what Sal says, no arguments. Adds further credibility to the fact that he follows chain of command. It doesn’t matter that this guys only going to last a month, he’s my captain now.

3) During the Guillermo’s fire, Sal breaks rank to save the kid (which considering who that kid grows up to be, it sucks that he was successful). But when Bobby takes him to task for endangering them all, Sal doubles down. I thought I was paying attention during this scene, but it’s hard with the yelling. At least two people try to get him to cool it, one of them being Chimney who calls DeLuca “Fredo”.

4) They’re all at the bar, talking about Sal getting fired when Bobby shows up and the vibes change. Now sometime over the past twoish years Tommy is single, and it seems chronically at least to the house. Maybe because Gerrard is gone he doesn’t have to maintain a beard anymore, but with the endless captain parade and DeLuca being a tool, he doesn’t feel comfortable coming out? I think he’s also classified the 118 as unsafe, so maybe this lended a reason for his later transfer. But as he says, “Single is easier. Having the scars impresses women, getting ‘em freaks ‘em out.” Which gives heavy implications that like Buck in season one, Tommy isn’t dating but hooking up. If he’s gay, then his partners would have to be okay with the fact that he’s still closeted. And mention of women aside, it’s implied that a longer term relationship ended because he got hurt on the job. (This is why I don’t ascribe to the Tommy dated Abby theory. She implied that her relationship ended because of Patricia, and Tommy implies his last was due to injury. Which could be. He got hurt on the job and she couldn’t handle care giver burden for both of them? But that’s also turning Abby into Shannon Diaz pt 1 and while I dislike both women, they don’t need to be same character different font.) Here’s what I think. He got hurt on the job, and his long term boyfriend couldn’t even go to the hospital to check on him because he wasn’t out to his crew, causing them to break up.

Also for all you Buck/Tommy writers, Tommy canonically has a scar on his right side from a piece of shrapnel that he caught. He says it’s from a factory explosion. I don’t have the ability to get screen shots atm, but it’s pretty.

5) Tommy quotes Fight Club with Chim. So maybe another victim of the Han School of Movie References?

6) Bobby starts with family dinners. Tommy decides to transfer. The cake says, “The 217’s lose is our gain,” and they push his head into it.

The very next scene is Buck walking into the 118.

So all in all, we see Tommy as a deeply guarded character. He doesn’t open up easily, he follows orders, he has a soft side. I don’t really know how to conclude this because I sprinkled my impressions throughout, but I hope that this helps anyone who’s looking for Tommy characterization, and we’ll see tomorrow if any of this is right.

[scarscribblesstuff]

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Pairings: Elliot/Sunshine

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0TqRpAZNwIcqi5troJpzt8?si=3oZlhAXSRRi-PziYWXjsLw

TW: unwanted advances from a creep at work, nightmare, mentions of car crash experiences, angst!! with a non happy ending

A guy at work is driving me up the wall by being super creepy and I've been missing Elliot so I thought why not combine them for an angsty lil fic! What more could you want.

As always here it is also on ao3 if that's easier! Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work.

(Fic below cut)

Another day at work and the day was just dragging. How long had they been here? They weren't too sure actually.

“Hey there.” The rather tall guy slides over towards Sunshine, mini golf uniform clearly new sitting awkwardly on his shoulders. “I'm new here, can you help?”

Sunshine startles, “oh! Yeah of course - you're Archie right?” 

“That's me!” He grins down at them, moving a little closer. “Pleasure to meet you.” He holds out his hand.

They shake it with a professional smile. “Well, Archie, I'll be happy to show you the ropes! I've been working here almost every summer since I was 16, and it has gotten me through college.” They laugh.

“Oh really? What’d you study?”

“Currently studying production arts with a specialisation in lighting and rigging.” They correct politely, keeping an eye on the mini-golfers.

His eyes light up with interest and he moves a little closer again. “Wow, that's so different! I love that. I studied computer science which is like a more advanced level of what you did.”

“Uh huh.” Sunshine’s smile becomes a little more strained the closer he gets. “Well anyways, there's a group on its way now so we can-”

“Wait, do you like Doctor Who?” Archie points to the small badge on their shirt under the fluorescent Minigolf Funhouse jacket. 

“Ah yes!” They relax a little at an easier conversation subject. “I'm guessing you do too?”

“Totally.” He grins. “So rare to find another decent fan nowadays.” 

“Well, there are some more positive spaces at the minute. I liked-”

“Who's your favourite doctor?” Their irritation flares up as he cuts them off again.

They're hesitant to answer since they doubt he's actually interested. But they decide to give him another chance. Keeping an eye on the group getting closer; they're relieved to recognise two members who came here before, and were both easy customers to deal with. “I mean I really liked Peter Capaldi, and Ncuti Gatwa is doing a fantastic-”

“Well I really liked all the doctors but particularly in-” 

Sunshine gives up, deciding to zone this guy out after he cuts them off for a third time. Pulling out their phone covertly under the desk, they see a text from Elliot.

‘How's work my MF champion?’

‘You know the joke on my employer’s terrible naming choice is only funny the first six times right?’

‘Nah, this will never grow old’ they roll their eyes affectionately. 

Next to them Archie is still listing every doctor and his opinions on them. They couldn't focus on what he's saying even if they wanted to, his voice coming across as tinny and distant. Their focus is pulled back to their phone as it quietly announces a new text with a buzz.

‘Srsly how's work tho, all ok?’ They fight the smile as best they can at him checking in on them.

‘Yeah, new guy seems… enthusiastic… to get to know me.’

‘Ouch, damning.’

‘He seems alright just keeps cutting me off and getting closer than I'd like.’

‘Need a fake bf? ;)’

‘Maybe :/ I'll just use that old pic of us.’

‘I’ll do u one better.’

‘Wdym?’

This time there's no reply. Their heart drops, and they pause wondering why they panicked so much at that. It's not like he's gone or anything, he'll message soon.

‘Eli what are you up to??”

They put their phone away, noting the group is almost at their booth. They give a small wave to greet them.

“Hiya! Welcome to the Minigolf Funhouse - is that six in your party?” They cut through Archie rambling about his ‘superior opinions’ to greet them.

“Yes, that'll be six; and I have a return card for a 10% discount.” Damien smiles politely, return slip and card  already prepped in his hand. 

“Awesome - welcome back! Thank you for returning to us.” Sunshine turns to Archie who has somehow gotten even closer in the ten seconds they looked away. “So here the customer has been super organised.” They flash him a grateful smile, “so we just need to-”

“Yeah, scan it - right?” He flashes what they think he believes to be a winning smile. “Told you, computer science.” And he winks.

Fighting everything in them to let their true expression show, Sunshine takes some small solace in the way the group seems to do the job for them. “Right. First you need to press this button here.” They gesture to the older monitor over the till.

“Which one?” He's now right behind them, looking intently at the screen.

They take another clear step to the side, away from him. “Minigolf Funhouse Returner, it says ‘MF - Returner’. It's bad; don't question it.” 

Gavin snorts appreciatively. “What a name.”

“What?” The tallest turns to him, tilting his head curiously.

“Don't worry about it Huxley.” Dear pats his arm. 

“Okay! And that’ll be $42 including tax, are you paying together or separately?” Sunshine continues the transaction, desperately trying to ignore Archie’s very unsubtle flirting attempts as they run the card.

“If you head to my colleague in that building over there, you can grab your putters and golf balls. Thanks so much!” 

Freelancer elbows Gavin as he opens his mouth to make a joke about grabbing sticks and balls to Lasko.

“T-thanks a lot!” Lasko beams with a wave.

“Uh dude?” Huxley hangs back as the group moves ahead, addressing Sunshine. “Can I ask you something real quick, uh just to the side here?” 

“Sure thing sir.” They chirp, leaping at the opportunity to duck out away from Archie.

A few paces away from the group, he bashfully rubs the back of his neck. “I just wanted to check if you're doing okay. I can totally back off if you want, but that guy seemed to be getting kinda close.”

“Ah, yeah.” They sigh for what feels like the hundredth time since meeting Archie. “He’s… uh, friendly? But I'm training him today so I don't have much choice.” 

“Well, know we've got your back if you need it bro, any of us would be happy to help out. Just give us a wave!” He grins giving them two thumbs up. The image of a very large, very cute dog comes into Sunshine's mind unbidden.

Sunshine is genuinely touched by this. “Thank you, that means a lot. I'll bear that in mind.”

“Cool.” He grins. “Do you do hugs?” 

“Sure thing!”

And he wraps his arms round them before heading back to his group. Pressing a kiss to Damien’s head and giving Sunshine a wave, the crew head towards the course.

“We doing hugs now?” Archie's voice appears from behind them, and the peaceful moment pops like a balloon in an industrial blender.

“Oh he was just being nice-”

“Come onnnn.” He opens his arms.

“No really I'm okay Archie.” They put their hands up, backing up. Their foot catches on a crack in the concrete and they fall backwards into waiting arms.

“Woah, careful there Sunshine.” The familiar voice coos. “Can't have you falling for me twice.”

They look up to see Elliot, silhouetted by the sun behind him. Their entire face lights up unintentionally. “Eli!” 

“Hey baby.” He winks. “Thought I'd stop by to visit you at work.”

“My hero!” They proclaim, cuddling closer to him. Trying not to giggle and blush too hard when he kisses the top of their head.

“Really?” Archie pouts, but sounds… off somehow. There's an underlying threat to his voice now.

“This is the memory you retreat to? You being pathetic, and him being a simpering loser. Both too cowardly to ask each other out?” Blake's sneering voice cuts through the illusion as Archie’s face disappears.

It all floods back. Brachium. Closeknit. Every memory with Elliot feels like a gut punch when they remember his expression as he was dragged out of the cell.

Sunshine feels their whole body deflate, exhaustion settling into them quickly. Painstakingly slowly, the fake version of Elliot drifts away to dust in their hold. “No, please.” They whisper weakly, cradling him close to their chest as long as they can before the wind sweeps him all away tidily.

“Enough. Just because I allow you to sleep doesn't mean you get to indulge in bullshit like this. Especially since I'm stuck here babysitting a deathwalker’s pet instead of spending the precious time I have left with the love of my life.”

“Oh just fuck off and see them then!” Sunshine spits, silent tears beginning to soak their shirt through. Anger a bitter taste in their mouth, spurred out by frustration. “Leave me alone. I bet that's what your sweet darling secretly wants.”

Blake’s face contorts at the mention of his new partner. His love, his. “Not until Brachium is brave enough to show his cowardly excuse for a face here again and TALKS TO ME.” He kicks angrily at what little physical presence is left of Sunshine’s dream.

They flinch at the anger instinctively, before turning their back on him. Refusing him the satisfaction, and enjoying for a small moment the inevitable tantrum that proves they got to him.

But it doesn't come. The space falls dark and silent. They're not in their cell so Blake didn't wake them up. The slimy discomfort of unease settles on their skin, he’s not normally like this. They haven't felt this for years.

They turn around just as headlights round the corner in front of them. As the horn blares out, they imagine the crumpling metal of the hood is Elliot’s arms embracing them once more.

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 8

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Monday Morning

Kiyana walked into work that morning feeling like shit was going to hit the fan. Her date with Eli was… wonderful.. It took a while for her embarrassment to go away from Josh showing up and showing his ass but after getting over that they had a great time. If she was being honest, she could see herself settinging down again with him. She had a soft smile on her face as she walked over to the nurses station after checking in on a patient. 

Kiyana jumped as Debra plopped down on the chair next to her. “Spill the tea, tell me everything.” Kiyana laughed at her use of slang that she definitely learned from one of her grandchildren.  Kiyana smirked and contented to chart, laughing when Debra reached over and turned off the computer monitor. 

“Debra!.” She chortled, turning her chair to she was facing Debra who flagged her off.

“It was only the monitor, your work is good.” Debra rolled her eyes. “Spill!” Kiyana rolled her eyes aswell before telling Debra all about her and Eli’s date, minus her ex-husband showing up, she did not want to relive that, at all.  

Kiyana told Debra all about her evening with Elijah, how he took her to The Grand Marlin, how they took a nice stroll on the beach after dinner and when Kiyana told Debra that she and Elijah had gone back to his place, Debra’s eyes were as wide as saucers. 

“Wait, stop” Debra whispered, leaning in closer to Kiyana so none of the other nurses could hear what they were saying. “You guys didn’t… you know.” Kiyana bit her lip before she responded to Debra. 

“No, I mean we didn’t go all the way, if you know what I mean.” Debra’s eyes were still wide but there was now a smirk on her face. 

“Oh, I'm catching what you’re throwing.” she responded, making Kiyana laugh. “Was it good, better yet, was it better than your ex-husband?” 

“Oh my god, Debra!” Kiyana mutters as she placed her head in her hands, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment.  Debra stared at Kiyana as she awaited her answer. “Oh my god” Kiyana muttered again “it was good, but no, nowhere as close.” 

“Sorry to interrupt ya’ll.” One of the new nurses Arin, spoke up as she hung up the phone. “But we have a new patient coming into room 302. EMT’s said her contractions are 8 minutes apart, but she still wants to be admitted.” Kiyana nodded and stood from her seat to go get the patient’s room ready.

“We’re not done talking Nurse Jackson.” Debra called out after her and Kiyana made a yeah-yeah motion with her hand before walking away. Just as Kiyana finished putting a new sheet on the patient’s bed, the expected mother-to-be was rolled into the room. 

“Hi, I’m Kiyana. I'll be your nurse today.” She says as she walks over and helps the patient into the bed. 

“Nice to meet you.” The patient says, wincing in pain as another contraction hits her. Kiyana offers her hand so the patient could squeeze it. “Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem.” Kiyana smiles, “I’ve been in your position four times, I know them contractions hurt. Can I get your name and date of birth?”

“Alexis Daniels.”

'What a small world, Daniels isn't really a common last name.' Kiyana thinks as she logs into the computer to chart Alexis’ vitals.

“December 15th 1989” 

“Perfect, and what is baby boy's name?” 

“Me and my husband still haven’t fully agreed on a name yet, but I like the name Carter.” 

“That is such a cute name. It was my top choice for my youngest as well, but me and my - we went with Kairo.” Kiyana said, smiling at Alexis as she chided herself in her head for almost getting too personal with the patient, not everybody needed to know she was a divorced mother. “I can still put Carter in the chart or we can just call him baby Daniels until you and your husband come up with a name.” 

“Baby Daniels, is perfect. This is our third child but first boy and he really wants to be a part of the naming decision.” Alexis breathed out as another contraction hit her, she then cursed and threw her phone down next to her. “Speaking of husband, can you do me a huge favor.?” 

Kiyana stopped typing and turned her attention to Alexis. “Sure, anything you need.” 

Alexis smiles. “My husband actually works in this hospital, he’s a surgeon on the trauma floor. Do you think you can page him for me? He’s not answering his phone.” Alexis says, holding up her phone and Kiyana felt her stomach twist at Alexis’ words. 'Just a coincidence,' Kiyana thought. 'Just because her last name is Daniels doesn’t mean shit.'

“Mmhm, keep telling yourself that.” That other voice called out, making Kiyana frown. 

“Sure, I can.” She finally responded, plastering a smile on her face. “What’s his name?” 

“Elijah Daniels.”  Kiyana digs her fingernails into her thigh to stop herself from cursing. She was hurt. She felt sick to her stomach as she thought about what she and Eli did last night. 

“Shit, you got such a pretty pussy ma’” Elijah breathed out as he used his index and middle finger to spread her lips and suck her clit into his mouth. Kiyana moaned, lifting her hand to his head before frowning when she realized there was nothing there for her to grab on to. That thought quickly leaves her head as he thrust two of his fingers in her

She felt betrayed and played. Then she started to feel sick to her stomach. ‘Oh my god,’ She thought ‘I'm no better than that woman Josh was sleeping with.’ 

“Kiyana, are you okay?” Kiyana snapped out of her flashback, her voice shaking with anger as she responded back to Alexis 

“I’m fine. I’m gonna go page your husband for you.” Kiyana turns her back to Alexis and storms to the nurses station, snatching the phone off the hook she - as calmly as she could - pages Elijah to the labor & delivery floor. 

“Dr. Elijah Daniels to labor & deliver, Dr. Elijah Daniels to labor & delivery.” Debra arches an eyebrow at Kiyana. 

“You missed him that bad?” She jokes, laughing then stops as she feels the anger radiating off of Kiyana. “Sweetly what happened?” 

“That asshole is married with children! His wife is the patient in 302.” Debra’s jaw dropped open. “I feel so freaking stupid.” She hissed out just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing a cheerful Elijah who was smiling brightly as he made his way towards Kiyana. 

“I knew that was you, are you okay? Is everything good?.” He smiled, and Kiyana struggled to maintain her composure, because at that moment, all she wanted to do was to smack that smile off his damn face. The more she looked at him, the angrier she got. 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Your wife is in room 302 waiting to deliver your third child.” She felt a sick satisfaction flow through her as the smile slowly left his face. Debra quickly decided to leave them alone, deciding it was time to go check on her patient. 

“Wait, I can explain.” Kiyana held her hand up, cutting him off. 

“I don’t wanna hear shit you have to say to me Elijah. Think about how your wife will feel once she finds -'' Elijah gripped her arm and pulled her down the hall, away from the nurses station. 

“She aint finding shit out, Kiyana. What I do ain’t none of her damn business.” When she tried to pull her arm away, he gripped it tighter, “You don’t know what I'm capable of Kiyana. You’re gonna go back in that damn room and help my wife through her discomfort and when the time comes, help deliver our child okay?!” He sneered at her, when she didn’t respond he squeezed her arm until she cried out in pain. 

“Ow! Stop. Okay! Okay!” She cried out in pain, feeling her tears sting her eyes. Elijah let go of her arm and straightened out his lab coat. 

“I’m gonna go check on my wife. I’ll see you later.” He brushed past her, leaving her rubbing her arm, where she knew she would be bruised, pulling his wedding ring out of the pocket and sliding it onto his finger. 

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Ooh just thought of this one: How do the members of the Holbrook Character Union feel about marking their partners? Are there any ways they particularly like or don't like to do it?

Steve Murphy: You know, I bet he felt kind of weird and uncomfortable seeing marks he left on Connie, and he’s sort of surprised how unexpectedly hot he finds it with Javi! He gets such a thrill from raking his hands through his hair right before they get out of the car, or leaving little hickeys on his throat. He likes smugly watching Javi have to explain them away as some girl, and catching his gaze afterwards.

Donald Pierce: It’s a fraught thing for him! He’s generally more private (and paranoid) about his sex life, but he does sometimes find it really hot giving his partner a nip on the neck before they go out in public, or having them do the same for him. The shame is (occasionally!) sexy!

Cap Hatfield: He likes markings as a way to almost… display allegiances. Modern Cap would be very into the idea of matching tattoos, or giving his jacket or sweater to his partner. He also gets a little starry-eyed imagining ladies giving tournament knights tokens of their favor. The idea of the knight going around with her glove or scarf! For the same reason, he also really likes family crests.

Clement Mansell: Oh totally! His favorite ways to mark his partner are via the classic hickey, but he also loves decking them out in expensive jewelry they can show off to their coworkers and friends. He also really likes marking himself in pretty permanent ways too - it’s really the only reason he gets tattoos! (I think canonically something like 5 of his tattoos are “for” Sandy?)

The Corinthian: 1000%. Biting, scratching, scarification, the whole nine yards. Giving and receiving are both hot for him, but I think he gets a special thrill in giving. It feels more taboo!

Eli Klaber: He loves leaving lipstick marks on shirt collars and ruffling someone’s hair right before they leave so they’re visibly disheveled! He also loves the idea of his perfume or cologne lingering on his partner, and vice versa. For himself, he really likes his partner cumming on him and not letting him clean it off; both of them knowing what’s underneath his clothes as he goes about his day.

Danny Maguire: He’s not really into giving marks, but he really likes *being* marked. It turns him on like almost nothing else, but it also feels so taboo - it’s directly in conflict with the mob princeling he’s “supposed” to be, someone who doesn’t answer to anyone but his dad, and who certainly doesn’t *belong* to anyone else either. He actually feels genuinely at odds with this kink, but goddamn does it get him so hard.

Ty Shaw: Oh boy, this is one of his absolute biggest kinks. As a little kid, he used to like to write his name in permanent marker on his crushes before a teacher made him stop. He loves giving and receiving hickeys and bruises, and he even occasionally jerks off to the idea of branding his partner with his initials.

Quinn McKenna: He’s not big into PDA! He actually gets secondhand embarrassment from seeing someone’s hickeys! That being said, if him and his partner are holed up somewhere private for an extended period of time… yeah, he’s leaving *all* kinds of marks on them.