#i bought the gabe pillow

[voidless7]

i am having ultrakill brainrot it is taking over

[modawg]

random headcannons abt if the seven could infact have phones

simply what i think their phones would look like/be used for if they could have them as demigods

percy: bro would have a flip phone this is just fact i think he’d also have an iphone but he uses that more like you would an ipad he normally leaves it home unless he knows he’s going somewhere where he’s gonna wanna take pics or notes or smth

id say he and sally had matching flip phones for a while since their cheap sally prob got herself one pre gabe then scavenged her money together to get percy one before he went to his first boarding school and that’s what he’s grown up using

for one of his teen birthdays 14-16 sally got him a newer phone but he’s gotten so used to his trusty flip that he only uses the newer one for games and shit

his wall paper is probably a picture of a dinner with sally paul estelle annabeth and grover it’s very cute

annabeth: she didn’t have a phone for a long while and only ended up getting one from her dad when she started hanging out with them again he got it for her as a way to probably buy her affection he probably got it in like red or something thinking it was her fav color (maybe it was when she was like 5 but be fr) it’s prob like an iphone 8 or smth it was new at the time but old asf now

her phones decked out in camp crafts home made stickers etc etc and she changes her wall paper pretty often depending on her fav pictures she has abt 100000 .5 pics of percy it’s like her fav thing

she mostly just uses it to take pictures set reminders/timer and to look things up + keep in contact with sally and paul

she’s broken it like 6 times at this point but the hephaestus cabin keeps fixing it for her

piper: new new new girlies got the newest phone only bc her dad bought it for her she probably had a phase where she continuously shattered/broke her phone to get her dads attention and was forced to have a flip phone for a while but now that everything’s cooled down her phones the most pristine out of all the seven

her phone is fully decked out with a polaroid of her trio in the case stickers bangles the works it’s probably the best looking phone you could have and she loves it but she only started doing that post chb when she first came to camp her phone was default everything bc she kept getting it replaced

leo: leo either built his own version of a phone or somehow got one like 6 years ago and keeps adding stuff to it/changing things on it to keep it alive bc that thing is holding on for dear LIFE

the most JACKED phone out of everyone like you wouldn’t know he’s a son of hephaestus bc that bitch is wrecked it’s got a cracked screen is disgusting but works probably the smoothest out of everyone’s

he mostly uses it as an extension of his work to take pics of what he’s working on write notes and maybe use the calculator if he was a mortal the police would’ve been at his door like every other day bc of the shit he looks up

jason: he had a cj mandated pager lets be fr he didn’t get a phone until piper took him and hazel to get them ones and when he did get one it was a flip phone it’s sturdy low-key and gets the job done he also just gives me the vibe that he’s feel guilty if you spent more then 50$ on him

his phone also has some stickers including a little bangle of superman that piper made him get it also has a peice of tape on there with his name on it like you would the inside of a kids shirt incase he looses it

frank: he’s got a pretty new phone it was a gift from his gma but it’s locked up in a big fat otter case and he kinda hates using it so it’s default everything until hazel gets her own phone and he starts using it more

i feel like phones aren’t things many ppl have in camp jupiter so he kept that shit under his pillow so he didn’t draw more attention to himself

once he lets himself use it more his wallpapers probably a picture of hazel and percy making goofy faces and he probably has at least one sticker or bangle that matches hazels

hazel: hazel def has an ipod touch she probably traded in a chunk of gold for some cash and bought the cheapest thing but piper got her to at least get something with a screen

her phone case is probably just a white phone case with a bunch of pictures of horses on there and her wallpaper for like a year was just the first selfie she took with jason and piper post buying the phone

once she learns how to change her wall paper she changes it every other week to different random pics she takes

she has a really bad habit of butt dialling people

nico: bro doesn’t have a phone he just seems like the type to not give af abt that and only gets one when will forces him to but it’s forever the most default shit ever he maybe changes the wallpaper to a pic of will but that’s abt it prior to getting his own he was the kid who’d show up and immediately ask if you had games on ur phone for him to play

SPOILER: he does get jason’s flip phone when he dies and uses that for a while but he refuses to change anything about the phone and only uses it for emergencies

when he’s really sad he listens to jason’s voicemail on repeat “hello! you’ve reached jason grace im not available rn but i’ll call you back when i can thanks!..uh piper is it still recording-“

[natteryaktoad]

Frat, Day 85, Part 14

Jess has maxed his logic! Not bad for someone who only became playable part-way through his teenhood.

Natasha: ♫Babe. I got you babe.♫

Gabe: When are people coming for this party of yours?

Theo: Any minute.

Gabe: Did you invite Bela?

Theo: You know I didn't... you know, Donald's the only one of us she's dating now?

It's party time! Looks like Sam's come straight from work.

Harleigh: Hi, I'm Theo's baby sister Harleigh.

Beth: It's so good to finally meet you, Harleigh. Theo's told me all about you.

Theo: What d'you think of Beth, then?

Harleigh: She's nice.

Theo: And how are you doing?

Harleigh: I'm okay. I'm worried about going to court and talking about Robbie, but I'm okay.

There were a lot of pillow fights at this party.

Someone had bought a pizza from Samuel at some point, so Theo served it at the party.

I hoped other people would come over for the toast, but apparently not.

Meanwhile, back at home, Theo threw an engagement party.

[rleonard9]

doing a fashion show for drew and the bc boys of your new dresses but you come out in a tight fitted corset dress and he forces them all to cover their eyes and immediately puts a pillow in his lap to cover his- WHORE HOURS SORRY

“Do you guys want to see what i bought.” You ask Will, Ryan, Jacob, Gabe amd your boyfriend who are all sitting down on the couch playing chel

“Yeah baby show us,” Drew calls out, you go up to his room and change into a red corset dress, you walk out of the room and immediately 5 eyes stare at you

Will coughs and Ryan and Gabe try to look anywhere but you, Drew is telling to over their eyes and he has a pillow on him instantly

“Love the dress baby.” You smile at his complement, moving the pillow out of the way, you felt him and smirked, “Wear that out and i can fight, Just so you are mine after this.” He whispers in your ear, “Now put this on so the boys don’t go into a cardiac arrest please,” putting on the sweater finally and all the boys calmed down.

[rat-loves]

i am once again, brainrotting with my babies, so heres another round of hcs 🥺

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Nico

calls gabe 'papa' in private, but at work it's exclusively 'sir' or 'father' if absolutely necessary

he's on the leaner side, but gets almost as tall as gabe- peaked at about half a head shorter than him. not nearly as broad and muscular, but still has some visible toning from his training

as awkward as he can be, he doesn't really get insecure about his half-wraith condition. he doesn't consider himself or his dad monsters, he's just... nikolai. for better or for worse 🤔

having said that, the one and only time he's really given in to anger was when someone made a comment about his mother, insisting there must be something wrong with her to have a family like that- the next thing he knew, he'd decked them square in the jaw and was ready to give them more than a few extra bruises (the whole thing shook him up alot more than he'd ever like to admit)

hoarder of soft/comfy things- his bed looks like a nest with how many blankets and pillows he has piled up

he has a separate, matching mask with gabe for going out into public- it's very simple, but he doesn't like mixing his work and private life- including his 'faces'

has a favorite cafe, orders hot chocolate religiously. might have a crush on a barista there, does not know how to deal 🙃

winds up calling his partner 'mouse' after a joke, cannot stop doing it now- also likes mi vida

he's weirdly room temperature? doesn't produce much body heat but he isn't really cold either- and when he blushes, it's almost a bruised looking red-purple

not as much of a mama's boy as gabe was, but still protective in his own way. if you say you're going out shopping, he often tags along quietly and carries all the bags. will fulfill his tall person duty to help reach things

loves having his hair played with and head scratched ☺️ will not ask for it though, gets embarrassed and thinks its too childish

his birthday is april 23rd, a little taurus boy 😳

hasn't put much thought towards children, but would probably like one- odds are he'll have a daughter 💕

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Snow

calls gabe 'padre', only really calls him 'papa' when he's not feeling well or is really upset

had really long hair for a while, refused to cut it after he lost his mom since she used to cut it for him- finally let gabe start trimming it back after he began coping with the loss better

likes shiny trinkets! discovered what 'sun-catchers' are and promptly bought an armful of them- his room's window is lined with them like a bead curtain and it casts beautiful little prisms all over the room 🥺

completely enthralled with lava lamps and fish tanks, keeps his distance so they don't cool down too much but he will sit there and STARE

interested in cooking, mostly helps prep ingredients and pass gabe things or step in for long periods of stirring. he likes feeling useful and spending quality time with him 🐀

would call his partner his starlight, 'darling' 🥹

knows how to ballroom/slow dance, does not know how to do any other modern dances

enjoys running errands and doing domestic things, would be happy to help pick outfits, makeup choices, and would learn how to do hair if asked for help with styling it

surprisingly graceful, like a little prince 🥺

not much of a reader, but has a collection of classic books he likes to look at- he especially likes leather bound books for their texture

his birthday is december 22nd, usually the winter solstice! makes him a capricorn baby

has definitely thought about kids, since he was all his dad had for a while- would likely end up with twin boys tbh 🤫

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snow and trick actually know each other, and refer to each other as their cousin! their dads are 'Tio', and they don't need to elaborate to know who they're talking about. trick calls snow 'Frosty' all the time, and when things start getting hot, snow will make the trip to aldersbrunn to see trick and his father instead of staying on his mountain 🐀 i imagine they met on accident through a witch's spell on trick's end- he just be in situations like that, but then he got too curious and insisted on talking to snow again after it got resolved

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Trick

calls gabe 'pops' and 'the old man', has somehow gotten away with it his whole life

neither he nor pumpkin really cook- trick just cant be trusted in the kitchen, and gabe can't eat considering his whole... head situation

as such, trick is a regular at local places and makes alot of sandwiches. he is NOT to use the stove or oven unsupervised by any means

hes a runner hes a track star, baby- an excellent sprinter, even though he prefers to float around. often takes naps while kicked back with his hands behind his head, just chilling in the air

loves sunflower motifs, calls his partner mi sol, and his sunflower, constantly giving them fresh flowers and potted plants, even if they can't keep them alive 👉👉

he got his hands on a cannon and has formed an emotional attachment to it. its in the backyard and he calls it the executioner, cannot wait for the day he gets to use it on something

has a weak spot for birds, bats, and black cats, keeps feeding the local strays and loves it when they follow him around + let him pet them

keeps flirting with witches, is regularly getting curses removed at angela's when he pisses one off- continues to do it anyway + pays her off with errands, as much as gabe dislikes it

while candy apples are his absolute top, he also really likes butterscotch things and white chocolate! still easily bribed with sweets lmao

gets himself into situations by talking shit, proceeds to run away from it until he forgets 😮‍💨

his birthday is october 25th! spooky month and makes him a scorpio

this man does not need to be having babies, but if he did, would probably have two girls 🤔

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Paint

gabe is EXCLUSIVELY 'papi', even when he's fully grown

goes by 'niki' instead of 'nico'!

actually a little shorter than the other variants, he's about shoulder/jaw height on gabe, and still pretty lean

total daddy's boy, but loves his mama very much too!

feral for pastel and soft things, he goes apeshit over easter decorations

desperately wants an irl barbie jeep 😭

romanticizes alot of things, and gets his feelings hurt when he gets too close to someone too quickly, does NOT learn his lesson 😮‍💨

loves and drinks a ridiculous amount of fruit juice and milk. strawberry milk is constantly being brought into the house and disappears just as quickly as it showed up

has had alot of the kids he babysat ask if they can marry him, has no idea how to tell them theyre more than half his age and way too young to be on that thought process lmao

sobs at sappy romance movies, can't watch horror movies or he has nightmares

keeps trying to get gabe to wear more colors and match outfits with him

has a surprising amount of social media followers considering he just posts aesthetics he likes, has a secret account he shares with his mama to document family pictures and videos

has a hammock in the backyard, often goes and takes naps on it- has fallen out of it repeatedly

very smug about being the only boy cheerleader in a group of girls in high school, but will cringe if you ask if he dated/slept with any of them

leans more towards dating boys than girls, but likes both tbh- just wants someone who sees him as niki, not commander reyes' kid- is terrified of bringing people home for that reason + gabes protectiveness 😞

loves street art, goes down alleys to look for some sometimes (also drives gabe nuts)

birthday is march 3rd, meaning he's a pisces!

has fantasized about getting married and having kids- wants both a boy and a girl ☺️

[checkurwindow]

LoA writing team explain yourself.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Do you know if Jenny lived with Chris in Atlanta? Something about pillows that she got from his place?

*eye roll*

Yes, I saw that. That was such a complete and total out-of-context misquote.

First, the pillows. In an interview Jenny gave in 2017, between rounds one and two with Chris (heck it might even be that Vulture interview, I can't remember), she was showing the interviewer some throw pillows at the little Silver Lake bungalow she was living at. She stated she had originally bought the pillows for the house she and Dean bought together in 2016, right before she left him for Chris. However, she never got to use them because they got packed up when the marriage disintegrated. After moving in by herself in 2017, she unpacked them, and felt they fit her better at the moment then in 2016. Dean had even stopped by her little house and commented on the pillows. That story had absolutely nothing to do with Chris.

Now, as far as I can tell, no, Jenny never lived with Chris. She would spend a couple of nights over at his different houses, but she was always having to shuffle around. In L.A. she stayed with her friend Gabe, in MA with her parents in Milton. She tried to play up that she was living with Chris, but she never was. In Atlanta, she spent a few nights with him, but was mostly at her own place that Sony provided while she filmed Venom.

Minka also kept her own WeHo house while she was with Chris. Same pattern, over a few nights, then back home. They did not live together either.

If he ever lived with anyone, it was Jess Biel.

[blukrown]

The Life We Have Earned - Move In Day [NSFW]

Reaper (Gabriel Reyes)/Soldier76 (Jack Morrison)

Jack Morrison-Reyes and Gabriel Morrison-Reyes have finally retired from military life. With both earning a sizeable pension, the two men are finally able to live the domestic life they had always dreamed of.

FOOD RUN [2] - SPRING CLEANING [3]

Read it on AO3 here

WARNING! This fic features - Sexual acts

It was a warm spring day as the moving truck outside a freshly-built, two story suburban dwelling stutttered to life and drove off. Leaving the front patio covered in boxes and bags and other miscellaneous shaped packages. Two men, clearly the occupants, moved back and forth from the patio to inside the abode, moving their possessions inside as they went.

Both men, were ex-military. Soldiers who were long overdue for retirement and almost forced to take thier generous pensions and get out, before the force gave them another reason to stay. Both of them would readily admit that, if it weren’t for the other, they would have found that reason.

Two matching silver banded rings, wrapped around either of the men’s right ring-fingers as hands strained on boxes or ripped away tape and cardboard to get to what the containers held. Both wore some of the few civilian clothes they owned, t-shirts and unflattering khakis and basketball shorts made for the most suitable moving gear.

It was getting well into the afternoon by the time the last box was inside the home. Most things had been put away but there was a box or bag that was left out in most rooms, abandoned and anticipated to be done in the morning.  Overall, both men would agree moving was a long and arduous task that, if all went well, they would never have to do again.

By the time the white-haired, tanned, older man groaned and sat in the armchair in the corner of the master bedroom, it had been the first time he had sat down since the ride over. The other man, a similar age with dark skin and a shaved head let out a derisive snort.

“Really, Jackie? This is where you give up? I’ve seen you walk through desserts with a full pack on either shoulder and not see you take the knee, but moving a couple of boxes?” He then clicked his tongue, conveying his disappointment.

The first man let out a small chuckle, “Shut up,” He muttered, letting his head roll back on his shoulders. “I don’t see you finishing up unpacking all the stuff for the kitchen.”

The darker man let out a huff, “Oh please, as if we have the need for a ladle right now. You expecting me to cook after all this?”

“Well then, Gabe, you’ll be in charge of ordering then.” Jack smiled brightly, slowly getting from his seat.

Gabriel grumbled something under his breath but still obeyed, pulling out his phone to begin a search for local takeout.

“There’s pretty much just the bed now.” Jack said, hands going to his hips to look at the rest of the room.

They had already bought a bed frame, and paid extra for the deliverer to unpack it and build it. Sheets were already tucked into draws, while pillows and the large blanket waited in a washing basket at the door. All that was left was the mattress. An ambiguous, towering rectangular box that claimed to hold inside it a king size mattress.

Both men stood side by side, staring at the intimidating box.

“You know how were supposed to open it?” Gabriel asked, circling the container.

“Not really, said just to open at the tear marks and let it fall out.” Jack replied, looking at the delivery paper that came with it.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, “Well then it ain’t really that difficult,” He grumbled, pulling at the rippable tag.

“We should at least finish reading the instr-” Jack was interrupted when the rolled up mattress became free from it’s captivity. Still wrappd in a air-tight clear-wrapping, the mattress fell like a freshly-cut tree falling, landing with a loud thud right where Gabriel had been if he had not ducked out the way.

“Shit,” Gabriel swore, “What’s the point of getting a mattress if you’re gonna get killed by the damn thing.”

Jack could not help but laugh, “Well it would help if you let me finish reading the instructions.”

“You know where you can shover those instructions-” Gabriel started.

“Yes, yes, very intimidating and most definitely the first time I’ve heard that.” Jack said with a roll of his eyes. “You going to help me or what?” He then ducked down to start unwrapping.

Gabriel took a moment to deliberate, or at least pretend to, before grunting and joining Jack where he crouched.

Within a few minutes, the mattress was out of all its protective casing and placed on top of the frame. Jack, of course, immediately went to flop on top of it. Landing on his stomach he let out a deep sigh before rolling on his back. Gabriel was still standing at the foot of the bed, looking dubiously at Jack.

“You going to join me or what?” Jack asked, scootching a little to the side to give Gabriel a good place to land.

Gabriel’s nose wrinkled in a look of disgust that was supposed to be insulting but Jack only found endearing. But within a few seconds, with the roll of the eyes, Gabriel followed suit. Landing with a grunt, chest first in a flop.

Apart from the creak of the springs on impact, the room went silent. Both men finally relaxing after a very long day. Jack soon felt a hand brush one of his where it lay on the bed. The fingers loosely intertwing in a way that still warmed the skin of his face. God, he still felt like a teenager by the way Gabe treated him sometimes.

Jack gave the fingers a soft squeeze. “It’s so surreal that we’re here. After all this time.”

Gabe did not roll over but allowed his head to turn to the side as he looked to Jack. “For me it doesn’t. Its not a dream, it’s reality.” Gabe stated stoicly before then pausing. After a moment he squeezed Jack’s hand back before he muttered, “And I earned this reality.”

Jack let out another small laugh. “Yes, you sure did.” 

There was a quiet again, one of many. Warm and safe. For both, they found comfort in those silences. Not that there was nothing to be said but rather that it was ok to be quiet and let them both silently enjoy one another’s presence alone. It was something they had not had much of in the past, with one out on missions or in meetings or just busy. Now, if they wanted to, their whole days could be silences if they wanted.

Gabriel let out a content sigh, awkwardly scootching on his stomach over until their shoulders were touching. Looking to Jack, he saw a very familiar sight. Bright blue eyes, as full of light as the day he met him. Gabriel could still recall the flutter in his stomach at Jack’s first smile. Fuck, he had it bad even then.

Lifting his head, Gabriel brushed Jack’s lips with his own. Soft and caressing. They had all the time in the world, after all. 

Jack soon reached to hold Gabriel’s chin steady, keeping him close. The kiss deepened, soft touch soon fastening. A dash of tongue and a nipping of teeth and Gabriel was soon on top of Jack. Hulking over him as he pressed kisses into his mouth, then chin and neck.

Warmth and pleasure bubbled in both men’s lower abdomen, the symptom of a very familiar feeling.

Gabriel pulled his lips away, licking them seductively as he did. “You know what we haven’t done, Jackie?” Gabriel asked.

“What?” Jack responded, voice low and raspy as it did when he was sleepy or lustful. And God, was it hot.

“We gotta make sure to wear in the mattress. Otherwise we ain’t gonna have a good nights rest.” Gabriel remarked, almost matter-of-fact.

Jack’s lip curled into a smile, a thumb brushing at one of the several scars on Gabriel’s face. “Good idea. What did you have in mind?”

Gabriel gave a shrug as a rare mischievous smirk grew. “I have a few ideas.”

Another of Jack’s soft laughs made Gabriel’s chest stutter its steady beat. “Well we better get to it.”

With that being all the permission Gabriel needed, he seized his opportunity. Taking Jack’s mouth again, deepening and empassioning the kiss. Gabriel’s hands roamed, tucking under the other man’s shirt to touch at his chest. He could feel Jack’s muscle flinch slightly, as they felt Gabriel’s cool fingers dragging up his torso.

Jack let out a huff through his nose, pleased when Gabriel’s hands went to either of his pecs. Both thumbs scanted over the sensitive buds, growling when he felt them already perking as he arrived. Rolling the nipples, Gabriel was greatly satisfied when he heard a moan rumble in the back of Jack’s throat.

Mouth still busy debauching Jack’s own, occasionally pulling away to kiss at the rest of his face affectionately. Gabriel squeezed either pink bud between his thumb and forefinger, smirking into Jack’s lips when he felt him wriggle beneath him. Bucking his hips, Gabriel felt a erection brush against his thigh.

“Already so excited, Jackie?” Gabriel asked, teasingly. 

“G-God, how could I not be?” Jack mumbled back.

Gabriel chest rumbled with a heavy chuckle, leaving Jack’s chest alone, his hands went to the waistband of Jack’s khaki shorts. The other man lifting his hips was all the consent he provided, allowing Gabriel to easily pull the shorts down and off his person.

Still amidst Jack’s lips, Gabriel took the growing, tented shape in Jack’s boxers in hand. Cupping the length and holding where possible through the cloth to give it a few jerks. He could hear Jack’s hitched breathing through his nose, the other man’s hands forcefully holding Gabriel’s face steady. Taking the reins in the kiss, Jack ravished Gabriel’s lips with lapse of his tongue and playful nips of his teeth. All of this being more than enough for Gabriel’s own crotch to stand at full attention at this point.

Gabriel reluctantly pulled his head away, still keeping his hand busy. “Do you want me to get you ready?”

Jack let out a gasp of pleasure as Gabriel’s thumb touched the tip of his cock through his undewear, dampening the cloth with precum. “N-No, I’ll be fine. Just put it in.”

Gabriel smirked a mirthful grin, “Gettin’ impatient, huh?” Purposefully lowering his hips the grind against Jack’s thigh. “You want this dick so bad.”

“Y-Yes,” Jack muttered, gritting his teeth as Gabriel gave an experimental squeeze of his balls. “Now shut up and get on with it.”

Gabriel chuckled, “Yes, sir.”  Getting one last kiss from Jack, sat up. “Lubes in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, uh, still in the bag.” Jack replied.

“I’ll get it, you strip.” Gabriel ordered, getting up off the mattress and heading straight to the bathroom.

When he was back, Jack was naked. Fuck, even in Jack’s old age he looked fine. Broad shoulders, strong core and muscles that were covered with occasional pink and white scarring. Jack’s cock was at full mast between his legs, visibly paler than the tanned skin of his hands and coloured pink around the tip with a few garish veins popping from the sides. The sight made Gabriel’s mouth water.

Gabriel climbed back onto the bed, slotting in between Jack’s legs. He was just about to open the bottle when Jack gasped.

“Shoot, shouldn’t we at least put the sheets on the bed?” 

Gabriel glared at him, “You’re seriously tellin’ me to stop what I’m doing and make the bed?”

Jack gave a guilty smile, “Could you at least get a towel? I don't want to make a mess.”

Gabriel glowers but goes, grumbling as he did, “Imma make more than just a fucking mess.”

“I heard that,” Jack called, not restraining a laugh.

Gabriel found a scrappy old beach towel, large enough to cover the mattress, and returned. “Anything else your highness? Want me to get you a fucking coffee as well?” Gabriel asked, his temper flaring a little. Perhaps not sensible, but he was sexually frustrated so running his mouth was a common symptom.

Jack took the snideness in his stride, “I’ll be fine for now, just get over here.”   Taking the towel and setting it down, Jack lay down again on his back. Urging Gabriel to climb above him and to come down to kiss once more.

Getting a towel and Gabriel’s bitterness may have been a bit of a mood killer but Jack soon got them back from where they left off. Passionate kisses and heavy breaths soon hurrying the flames of arousal to full flare once more.

Gabriel pulled down his shorts and underwear in one push to the floor, getting the bottle of lube and pouring a healthy amount on his fingers. Gabriel kissed one of Jack’s bent knees, a silent signal of what was to come. His finger’s touched at the puckering hole below Jack’s twitching member, coating the area with lube before pressing a single forefinger inside to spread. His entrance was tight but not constrictive, eagerly taking the finger to the end knuckle with ease. Jack let out a groan, laying his head back on the sheets, wetting his lip and trying not to bite down.

Not in the mood to tease, Gabriel pulled his finger out, enjoying the way Jack’s ass squeezed as if reluctant to let him go. Covering the rest of the lube over his own cock, he gave his length a few pumps with his own hand, feeling gratified to get some much needed friction.

Adjusting his position and lowering himself on his knees, he pressed the tip of his dick to Jack’s hole. Both men let out heavy, gratified breaths as Gabriel pushed in the first inch.  Gabriel knew Jack could take his full length straight away, but he felt no need to hurry, he also did not mind the time to adjust to the feeling that soon surrounded him. Just in case he went off the handle immediately, which had once happened to his great shame.

Soon bottoming out, Gabriel lowered to get a few kisses from an eager Jack. The other man was already starting to sweat, arousal had always done that to him, and Gabiel had the thought to say something sneering but thought better of it.

“Gonna move now,” Gabriel said gruffly, looking into those pretty little eyes.

“Go on then,” Jack urged, his hands going to either of Gabriel’s hips.

Both of Gabriel’s hands went to hold at Jack’s legs near the knee, holding them away so that he had full access as he slowly dragged out. Not helping a smirk as Jack let out a languid groan at the feeling of his cock dragging against the sensitive wall.  Fuck, he felt good inside him. Some nights when they had sex, Jack would just ask him to stay inside him for a while longer, even after he went limp, just to feel that closeness just for a few minutes more.

Gabriel soon made for a comfortable pace, neither too slow nor too fast. Just enough to go deep to press the space that made Jack gasp, while also timely enough to savour the afterglow everytime.  Gabriel had to thank his hips for not giving out on him in his growing age. As he could still fuck Jack like he was 25. Thrust steady and strong, Gabriel took his time, enjoying the feeling of Jack enveloping him and the debauched noises of where they touched. 

Jack was at first quiet, either by choice or by habit, only letting out sharp breaths or a choice moan at a well place thrust. But as always, when he began to unravel, he made more and more noise. Soon gasping for air and grunting with each full sheathing of Gabriel’s cock. Jack’s hands at Gabriel’s hips squeezed and urged him to go deeper each time. This almost animalistic want for Gabriel to be closer, even more inside him than he already was.

“G-Gabe,” Jack soon moaned, chest heaving. “I’m getting close, Gabe.”

Gabriel watched as one of Jack’s hands moved from his hip to touch his own cock that had been abandoned this whole time. Gabriel thought to stop him, make him cum untouched but he did not feel that cruel right now. He felt soft, warm, loved. Even his early bitterness had washed away so soon as it came. Fuck, it still surprised him how much he still loved this man. After so long, after everthing. 

“Go on then, Jackie.” Gabriel replied back, feeling his own release approaching. “Go ahead, ‘m right here, babe.”

Jack’s hand was then wrapped around his own shaft. Pumping it feverishly, not to savour or to stimulate but to hurry his own end.

Jesus, it was a sight Gabriel saw often but it still was so fucking hot to watch. Almost irritatingly so. Gabriel suspected Jack knew this, especially now. Jack made even more noises now, near to whimpers with each thrust as the hand on Gabe’s hip was near to bruising by the vice-like squeeze he had on him.

“Fuck, fuck, Gabe.” Jack moaned, “You’re so good to me, god, you’re so good.”

Perhaps, long ago, Gabriel had told Jack that he was into the idea of a partner who gave him praise in bed. Or maybe, Jack had just caught on. Either way, from early on in their relationship, Jack would flood Gabriel with compliments and praise and expressions of love that it almost overwhelmed Gabriel sometimes.  It was now, Gabriel realized.

“You like my cock that much, huh?” Gabriel growled, pushing Jack’s knees forward until his legs were near his head. Jack still somehow retained some flexibility that Gabriel very gladly exploited. 

“Uh-huh,” Jack gasped a reply and Gabriel could see his finish in his eyes, the way they crinkled the skin at the sides. “Oh, fuck, Gabriel. I love you so much. God, I love you so fucking much.”

Gabriel’s skin burned, the praise and words warming his bloodstream and going straight to his dick.

“I love you too, Jackie,” Gabriel puffed, his rhythm stuttering as he felt his body weaken with the encroaching wave. “I love your tight ass and hot dick. I’d fuck you all day if I could. I’d fuck you in the kitchen, in the shower, in the fucking backyard. I’d let everyone in this neighbourhood see how much you like me fucking you.” 

“God, Gabe, I’m close.” Jack groaned, “So close, don’t stop.”

Gabriel was now just running his mouth, not restraining from conveying his most lewd thoughts to words. Feeling his own end just at the precipice. “Jesus, I’ll never get sick of you. Your gonna make me want you all the fucking time now that you're stuck here with me. I’ll be chasing that cute little ass of yours all day if I have to. I doubt I’ll get any shit done, you’ll just distract me all day.”

Jack’s body started to seize, muscles bunching and tightening and squeezing as a orgasm ran through him. His insides tightened around Gabriel, enough that he just needed a few more thrust to get there. White cum then splutting out into Jack’s own hand and dribbling onto his stomach.

“C-Cum inside me, Gabe. Please,” Jack emplored, eyes misted and mind surely up on cloud nine. “I wanna feel you cum inside, you feel good when you do, p-please.”

“Fucking, of course,” Gabrile grunted, jaw clenching as he felt his end come like a train hitting him at full speed. He felt his release come, the sweet sensation of his cock twitching as it spilt cum straight inside Jack. Who he heard groan gratefully.

With that, the only noise was then the huffing and puffing of the two older men. As they relaxed, their bodies now covered in a fine layer of sweat and Gabriel was secretly grateful Jack had gotten a towel.  Gabriel leaned forward, kissing Jack’s cheek before resting his forehead against the towel-covered bed. Taking his sweet time in catching his breath.

Jack was the first to speak, letting out a gratifying sigh. His unsoiled hand wrapping around Gabriel’s chest to rub at his back where he could reach. Lifting his head he gave a few kisses to Gabriel’s neck, affectionate but not impassioned.

“As much as I would love lying here all sticky and sweaty, I might go have a shower.” Jack said, and Gabriel could already hear the small smile.

Gabriel grunted, slowly pulling out from inside Jack and lifting himself to sit on the bed to allow Jack to get out from under him. The other man got up and took steps to the ensuite but paused.

“You not going to join me?” Jack asked, smile still ever warm on his lips.

“If you insist,” Gabriel offered in reply, getting up from the couch. Trying his best not to smile like an idiot.

[keoity]

I bought gabes body pillow while I cried making this

[goldenraeofsun]

4:01 PM

Dean sips his whiskey and glowers across the bar at his own reflection. His wrist is burning like a brand, but it’s probably all in his head. The stupid timers don’t cause physical pain when they reach T-minus zero, Houston we have a problem. The numbers freeze, and that’s that.

Dean’s had counted down to nothing at exactly 4:01 PM, fifteen minutes ago. Fifteen minutes of running into his soulmate, getting his number, continuing on his way to this bar, and telling the bartender to keep ‘em coming.

He refuses to look at the far corner of the room, the booth he had reserved like an idiot. Four PM, party of two, under the name Winchester.

On the bar by his glass, his phone is still lit up with Cas’s texts from the past hour.

Cas 3:11 I’m so sorry I have to move our appointment. My client just unexpectedly switched our time to 4pm.

Cas 3:21 I think I’ll be able to escape by 4:30. Can I meet you then?

Dean had responded with a thumbs-up emoji. He didn’t have it in him to say any more.

Cas 3:50 This city is impossible to navigate. How does anyone live here?

Cas 3:58 You were right, I should have rented a car.

Three minutes after Cas’s last text, Dean ran into his soulmate. Right on schedule.

As far as first meetings go, it hadn’t been as much of a shitshow as Dean had expected.

The dude was attractive, at least, and the first thing he did after bumping into Dean was apologize. But he was wearing a tailored suit and glued to his phone, so it definitely could have been better.

His soulmate would’ve run off none the wiser, except Dean had to blurt, “Wait!” because, despite his disappointment, Dean couldn’t let his soulmate disappear into the throngs of Michigan Avenue. Dean wasn't about to fall to one knee, but he also couldn't let his best shot just go.

The man stopped, irritated. His gaze refused to linger on Dean, instead fixating on a building at the end of the block.

Head swimming with too many thoughts to name, Dean couldn’t get the right words out. He gestured mutely to his wrist, pulling up the flannel to show him.

Eyes widening with understanding, his soulmate quickly tugged up the cuff of his sleeve, only sparing a second to verify his own timer stopped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice.” he said, distracted. “My name is James. Here,” he fished out a pen and something to write on from various pockets of his trench coat, “my number. We… should talk. Later.” He scowled, raising his other wrist to check at his watch. “I need to go.”

“Sure, man,” Dean said, mostly grateful he didn’t have to stick around and have some heart-to-heart with a stranger that was apparently meant for him. Whatever the fuck that actually meant.

“Thank you,” James said swiftly. Without another word, he took off back down the street.

Dean didn’t bother to watch him go. He had a barstool waiting with his name on it.

Sam will laugh himself silly once Dean tells him his perfect match wound up being some corporate suit. Dean once told him he’d rather microwave his own head than set foot in an office cubicle.

Sammy was the big soulmate skeptic in the family. He found his non-timer approved other half while he was protesting an illegal dismissal of a disabled employee. Three years later, when Sam bumped into Gabriel Crawford in a strip club at midnight on Dean’s birthday, he discovered Gabe was perfectly happy to let Sam live his apple pie life while Gabe continued to party like it was 1999.

Gabe made Sam promise to look him up if Eileen was ever down for a threesome.

Turned out, Eileen was.

Sam most certainly was not.

He still sends Gabe a card for the holidays, and usually Gabe sends him back candy samples from wherever he’s vacationing for the winter.

But everyone else Dean knew bought into the soulmates game, hook, line, and sinker. His parents were soulmates. Benny and Garth both settled down with theirs. Charlie and Aaron were holding out for theirs. Hell, even Jo had her weird thing with Bela Talbot.

Dean would’ve counted himself among their number - until he met Cas.

Well, until Cas messaged him on Bobby’s new ask-a-mechanic feature on the garage’s website. Cas had inherited a banged up 1967 Mustang and had no idea where to start with restoration. Apparently Gabe of all people was staying with Cas at his place in southern California, and he recommended Dean.

Why Cas couldn’t just look up a local place still baffles Dean to this day, but he has never been more grateful for Cas’s weird-ass logic.

Their relationship had stayed strictly professional until Cas’s actual car broke down on some random highway in California. Dean had tried to talk Cas through the repair himself, but it was no use. Cas either didn’t have the equipment for the fix, or Dean didn’t diagnose the right problem. Dean was about to hang up, when Cas had asked, clearly embarrassed, “Would you please stay on the line? I have this irrational fear of being murdered in the middle of nowhere where nobody can find my body for proper rites.”

Dean, almost surprising himself, didn’t laugh. Instead, he said, “Sure thing. Wanna put me on hold while you get in touch with Triple A?”

He spent an hour and a half on the phone with Cas, telling him stupid stories about the worst things people have done with their cars.

In return, Cas told him all about the stars that were just coming out in the darkening desert sky.

The week after, Bobby’s garage received a gift certificate in the mail. It was for a weeklong stay at the Chicago location of the five-star hotel chain Cas works for, in Dean’s name.

Those little chocolates on the pillows ruined Dean for motels everywhere.

At the bar, Dean signals the bartender for a refill. He glares down at his phone. The little rectangle contains his entire history with Cas, call logs, text receipts, everything.

He can’t look at it any longer. He shoves it in his pocket, and the receipt with his soulmate’s phone number crinkles in protest. With a sigh, Dean takes out the flimsy piece of paper.

James’s handwriting is neat, so Dean doesn’t even have the excuse of not being able to read a digit or two.

Maybe Dean will give him a call after his drink with Cas. Hopefully, once James finds out that Dean’s just a mechanic, lives in a shoebox apartment in Bucktown, and has never been to Aspen or the Alps, he’ll tell Dean to take a hike.

Dean flips the receipt over, and his stomach gives a sickening lurch. In pretentious curlicue lettering, the first words Dean reads are, The Nine Spheres.

James is staying at Cas’s hotel.

Fucking great. Dean crumples the receipt and shoves it back in his pocket. With his luck, James will probably want to meet in the restaurant on the first floor, the fancy-ass place with the steakhouse burger and truffle fries Dean would actually sell his soul for.

Dean actually dreamed about that burger, a few months after his Cas-sponsored stay. When he told Cas about it, Cas let out a bark of laughter.

In the next breath, though, he told Dean he does the same when he’s scoping out a new location and can’t stay at a nearby Nine Spheres.

Dean tips back his glass of whiskey. It’s stopped burning on the way down his throat, a good sign.

He was so stupid, thinking he could fuck with destiny, fate, or whatever shitty power up there decides soulmates.

Once Cas told him about his business trip to his neck of the woods, Dean had taken one look at the numbers on his arm counting down and did the math. He would meet his soulmate smack dab in the middle of Cas’s window in Chicago.

He could make Cas be his soulmate. Cas never brought up his timer, if it was still ticking, if he’d already met his other half. And Dean, coward that he was, never asked. If he didn’t know for sure, then there was that slim, slim chance that theirs matched up after all.

But no, Cas had to go and switch up their meeting time at the last second, and Dean had run into James instead.

His pocket buzzes with a new text. Mood lower than Cas’s voice register, Dean slides his phone out.

Cas 4:38 My meeting is over. Should I still meet you at the same place?

Dean 4:39 Yeah Hope its okay I got started without you

Cas 4:40 More than okay, considering my scheduling difficulties.

Dean 4:40 See you soon

Dean sighs and drains his glass.

Foot jiggling on the barstool and eyes trained on his hands clasped in front of him, Dean deliberately does not look around as the door opens.

And opens again.

And again.

Confused and irritated, Dean takes another look around. Above the bar, a chalkboard clearly proclaims Happy Hour from 4:30-6:30 PM. Dean ducks his head, scowling into the remains of his drink. He probably overlooked the sign before because of his single-minded quest to get shitfaced like a freshly-dumped senior at prom stuck next to the spiked punch bowl.

His phone obnoxiously tells him it’s 4:43.

That’s just great. Dean hops off the stool, meaning to ask the hostess if anyone’s asked for Winchester, when James pushes open the door.

Dean stops dead in his tracks.

James freezes, his eyes going wide. His trench coat swishes ominously to a stop.

Should Dean turn around? Pretend he didn’t see? Cas is going to be here any second.

Before he can make up his mind, James is walking towards him. “Hello,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting to run into you here.”

Dean swallows. “Me neither,” he says honestly.

James scans the small crowd now gathered around the bar, brow furrowing in concentration. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”

Dean lets out a silent exhale of relief. He musters up a weak smile. “No problem, man. I’ll leave you to it.” As he turns back around, James steps up to the hostess stand.

James says, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the din, “I’m a bit late, but is there a reservation for Winchester? For 4:30?”

Dean could not possibly have heard what he thinks he did. But the timing is right - for once. He spins around, practically losing his balance thanks to the booze he already drank.

The hostess scans her sheet of names, shaking her head. “There was a reservation for Winchester at four PM, but that’s it.”

James’s face falls. Shoulders slumping, he pulls out his phone, squinting as the screen lights up. “He said he was here,” he mutters.

He can’t be Cas. That would be crazy - like, dingo ate my baby, crazy.

“Could be at the bar,” the hostess says flippantly, tilting her head to the crowded area. “Most of ‘em don’t check in.”

James’s lips press together. “Thank you,” he says to the hostess, his tone clipped. “I’ll wait there.”

Dean steps in front of him before James can get lost in the throng of people. “I heard you’re lookin’ for me,” he says with a confidence that’s only 99% bullshit.

James blinks. “You?”

“Dean Winchester, at your service,” he says, spreading his arms wide.

“Dean,” he echoes, his gaze raking up and down Dean’s body, drinking him in with his new eyes.

“Gotta say,” Dean drawls as his heart pounds with nerves. Doubt niggles at the back of his mind like an itch he can’t scratch, but he’s already made his memory foam bed. Might as well lie in it. “Cas is the weirdest nickname for James that I’ve ever heard.”

“My full name is James Castiel Novak,” Cas says, flushing. “James - that’s what I go by professionally. My family calls me Castiel.”

Dean can’t hold back his broad grin. “Family, eh?”

Cas’s expression takes a swift dive from embarrassed to mortified. “And friends,” he tacks on. He takes a step closer, staring at Dean’s face in wonder. “But you’re also my soulmate.”

Dean laughs giddily. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t beat around the bush. Not your style.” He jerks his head towards the bar. “I think I see an open seat. You wanna have that talk now?”

Cas hesitates. “Would you like to go to Nine Spheres instead? I’ve had business dinners every evening I’ve been in Chicago so far, and, while the food has been good-”

“It’s not the steakhouse burger?” Dean finishes for him.

The corners of Cas’s mouth turn down into a slight grimace. “Last night, a client treated us to tapas. I woke up starving.”

Dean smiles. “You know I’m always down for that burger.”

“Excellent,” Cas says with relish as he pushes open the door.

They walk onto the street, and it’s almost offensively quiet after the noise of the bar. It’s a balmy Spring evening, the sun still relatively high in the sky.

“You don’t seem disappointed anymore,” Cas says out of nowhere as they reach the end of the block.

So Cas caught on to that, back when they first ran into each other. Dean shrugs. “I just got stood up by the guy I’d specially set up to meet me at 4:01. Wouldn’t you be?”

Cas clears his throat, asking hoarsely, “You wanted it to be me?”

Dean throws him a look. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Cas just shrugs. The light changes, and they step off the curb.

“Were you… disappointed?” Dean asks hesitantly.

Cas lets out a surprised laugh. “Of course not. I didn’t even think - well,” he falters, casting a sidelong look at Dean, “I’m not disappointed. Believe me.”

The automatic doors to Nine Spheres open, hitting them with a burst of perfectly conditioned air. Dean hasn’t stepped foot in the hotel since Cas paid for his stay, but it hasn’t changed one bit. The same tiered giant chandelier glitters overhead. Giant pillars bracket the concierge desk to the left and the enormous staircase to the right that leads up to the second floor rooms. The tiled floor, so polished Dean can practically see his reflection, stretches the length of the lobby.

Dean sticks out like a flannel-wearing sore thumb. “Cas,” he hisses, “hold on. I don’t think I’m dressed right for this place.”

Cas sucks in a breath. “No,” he says as Dean’s heart sinks, “I suppose not.” He jerks his head towards the elevator bay. “Room service?”

Dean blinks.

“I’ve called for the burgers on several occasions at other locations,” Cas assures him. “It tastes as good.”

Was Cas actually trying to convince him to go up to his room? What a dumbass. Dean laughs.

Cas colors, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Forget it,” he mutters. “We don’t-”

“You know, if you invite me up to your room,” Dean cuts him off, “you’re going to have a bitch of a time getting me to leave, right?”

Cas stares at him.

“Dude,” Dean says, “I’ve never stayed anywhere this nice in my life. Between the food, the water pressure, and the robe that felt like I was fucking a cloud, I had enough of a hard time leaving last time.”

“I’m glad,” Cas says stiltedly. “We strive to provide the optimal experience to all our guests.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “’M saying, add you to the mix, and they’re gonna have to drag me out of here, kicking and screaming.”

“And if I don’t want you to leave?” Cas asks in an undertone as he pushes the up button for the elevator.

“Then I guess we don’t have a problem,” Dean says, winking.

Cas’s responding grin falls as the doors close behind them and the elevator starts moving. He shakes his head. “It’s a shame there are cameras in here.”

Dean leans in closer, whispering in his ear, “Doesn’t bother me much. Whaddya say to giving the peeping toms a show, then?”

Cas bites his lip, and this close, Dean can see how his eyes have blown black with want. “I - I can’t.”

It’s like he’s been doused with a bucket of ice water. Dean steps back, shame filling him. That’s fine. He can regroup. Hopefully Cas will be more receptive behind closed doors. It’s not the first time this has happened, anyway.

“Dean, I have to work with these people every day,” Cas hisses, wringing his hands. “The last time an executive got… busy with a coworker in the pool, the mocking didn’t end for weeks. Not to mention her rebuke from upper management.” He throws Dean a desperate look. “I would like for you to be fully clothed by the time you meet my coworkers for the first time.”

Cas is already planning for Dean to meet his people?

The elevator dings, and Cas steps out. “Are you coming?” he asks hesitantly.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean says quickly. As he follows Cas down the maze of rooms, he has to ask, “You were planning on introducing me to your coworkers?”

Cas’s cheeks pink. “Unless you were opposed to it,” he mutters as he stops in front of Room 1518. He sighs, making no move to insert his keycard. Instead, he lifts his head to meet Dean’s gaze squarely. “I’ve put in a transfer request to Chicago.”

“What?”

“It was before I knew you were my soulmate,” Cas says quickly. “I’ve never felt like I fit in in California, and my parents live in Pontiac. The Chicago office is decently large, and, well, I knew you were here,” he says, his voice going quiet near the end. He straightens. “So there were many reasons.”

“You’re staying?” Dean says, his mouth dry.

Cas bobs a nervous nod. “I hope that’s okay.”

Dean grins. “Sure is.”

Cas touches the inside of his wrist, his expression turning almost shy. “Of course, when I first pictured introductions, it was strictly as a friend. I don’t really know anyone else in this city well, and I’ve told you about my difficulty in social situations, so it would’ve been more for moral support than anything else. But after this evening -”

Dean interrupts his rambling. “Are there cameras in the hallway?”

“What- oh,” Cas says, his eyes flicking down to Dean’s lips before back up again. “Yes?” He points. “They’re all the way down there, though, so they can’t -”

Dean cuts him off with a heated kiss.

[anotherspnfanfic]

Overloaded

Pairing: Dr Dean x nurse reader

Word count: 1584

Warnings: minor injury

Squares filled: Hospital AU for @spndeanbingo and Doctor AU for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me a Story Bingo

Summary: Working too many hours and being short handed leads to a breaking point.

~~~

Gabe pushed the wheelchair off the elevator into the ED. She bit her lip to muffle her whimper as the small bump jostled her foot. “Sorry,” Gabe murmured as he wheeled her towards the nurses station. “Hey, Charlie, you got an open room? She needs an x-ray.”

Charlie turned to see who Gabe was referring to. “Oh, what happened?” she asked, seeing the pain on her friend’s face.

Before either of them could explain, Dean came out of an exam room and spotted her. “My nurses are not supposed to be in wheelchairs. Especially not my favorite one,” he said as he walked over and squatted down to her level. He noticed her puffy eyes as he carefully pulled up the pant leg on her elevated foot. He echoed Charlie’s question, “What happened, sweetheart?”

She rubbed a hand across her forehead as she glanced at the floor. “I missed a step, or maybe two. I landed wrong on my ankle. I'm pretty sure it’s broken. It hurts a lot.”

Dean raised an eyebrow as he stood and moved to take over Gabe’s position. “Okay, let's get you checked out.”

“Exam 4 is open,” Charlie said.

Dean turned to Gabe as he pushed her toward the room. “Can you go grab the portable x-ray and 25 mcg fentanyl, please?”

Once they were in the exam room, Dean offered his hand to help her stand on her good leg. He leaned over and lifted her carefully and then set her on the bed. She tried not to whine as the movement sent pain shooting up her leg. “Damn it. This sucks,” she said.

He situated the bed so she was laid nearly flat and got her foot elevated on a couple pillows. “1-10—how’s the pain?” Dean asked, as he tossed a blanket over her.

“Uhh, about a 6.”

Dean nodded. “Gabe should be back with the pain meds in a minute. So, you missed a step?” he asked as he started to check her vitals.

“Yeah, I was playing with my phone and I missed it,” she explained. He gave her a skeptical look.

Before he could say anything more, Gabe appeared and handed Dean a syringe. “I figured you’d want that first. I’ll be right back with the x-ray.”

Dean finished recording her temp and BP, then pushed the sleeve of her scrubs up her shoulder and cleaned a spot with an alcohol wipe. “Little pinch,” he warned. “Babe, you can maneuver all the stairs in this building backwards, hands full, and with your eyes closed. You sure you just missed it?” he asked.

She broke eye contact as she contemplated her answer carefully, knowing he could tell when she was lying. “No,” she mumbled. “I might have been a little dizzy, too.”

He reached his index finger under her chin to force her eyes to meet his. “Any guesses why you were dizzy?”

She pulled away enough to drop her gaze back down to the bed and shrugged almost imperceptibly. “Low blood sugar, maybe? Probably,” she mumbled the last word. She fiddled with the corner of the blanket almost nervously, not wanting to see the disappointment and concern on his face.

He hummed. “So you didn’t miss a step. You fainted?”

She sighed in defeat. “Yeah.”

“Have you eaten anything since the granola bar I brought you,” he paused to check his watch, “five hours ago?”

She shook her head and pulled the barely-touched bar from her pocket. “I got busy and then I forgot it was there.”

“What about water? Have you been drinking?” he probed. She simply shook her head, still refusing to make eye contact. “So you’re probably dehydrated, too.”

She shrugged.

He sighed. “You really have got to take better care of yourself. I love how much you care for everyone around you, but you have to come first once in a while. Otherwise, you won’t be able to help anyone.”

“I just get so busy that I forget sometimes.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. “We are going to work on that.”

Before she could add anything, Gabe pushed the x-ray into the room, and within a few minutes, they had all the images they needed of her ankle.

“Definitely very broken,” Dean stated. “Gabe, can you run a CBC and BMP and then start an IV of normal saline while I go page Sammy, please?”

“You got it, boss.”

“Wait!” she yelled before he could disappear out the door. “Why are you paging Sam?”

He turned back to face her. “Did you hit your head, too? You broke your ankle; we need an ortho consult. That would be Sam.”

She let out a frustrated groan as Dean left.

Gabe patted her shoulder before wrapping the tourniquet around her arm. “Maybe try not falling down the stairs next time.”

She rolled her eyes and looked away from what he was doing. “Oh, my god. Why didn’t I think of that?!”

He finished the blood draw and got the IV set up. Next, he carefully fluffed the pillows under her foot to ensure it was elevated enough. “You are all set. Do you need anything else right now?”

“Not unless you have a time machine.”

“A day do-over? Let’s see.” Gabe snapped his fingers and then spun around. “Damn. It was worth a shot.”

She tried to contain her smile as she rolled her eyes at him. “Thanks for trying, I guess.”

Ten minutes later, she was dozing off when Dean returned with Sam close behind. Dean ran a comforting hand over her head to ensure she was awake.

Sam took a few minutes to read over the x-rays. He turned away from the light board and walked over to the foot of the bed. “Unstable bimalleolar fracture,” he stated as he inspected her ankle. “You just bought yourself surgery and a vacation.”

“No way,” she blurted. “I can’t. We’re already short staffed.”

Sam shrugged. “It’s not exactly optional. Good news, though: the swelling isn’t too bad yet, I happen to be free in 45 minutes, and you haven’t eaten anything in hours. So we can do this today.”

Charlie joined them to give Dean her lab results. He turned to address her. “Just like I thought: mild dehydration and your blood sugar is at 58.” Dean flipped through the info again before handing it over to Sam. “Okay. So I’ll add glucose to her IV and get her up to pre-op.”

“Perfect. Make sure you keep her foot elevated.”

Dean rolled his eyes dramatically. “Do you think this is my first day?”

Sam shrugged. “Just making sure, Jerk.”

“Bitch,” Dean grumbled quietly.

Sam turned his attention back to her. “I’ll see you soon, Shortie. I’ll getcha all fixed up. Sound like a plan?”

She gave him a lazy thumbs up. “Thanks, Gigantor.”

“Can you send Gabe back in here on your way past?” Dean requested. Sam simply nodded as he turned to leave.

Dean returned his focus to her. “How’s the pain now?”

She scrunched up her nose as she considered her answer. “Um, about one and a half.” She laughed at herself.

“That’s good. I see you’re loopy, too.”

She scowled at him. “You’re loopy.”

He just shook his head. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Gabe returned and Dean gave him the med order and asked him to take her up to the OR.

“You’re not coming up?” She pouted.

He shook his head. “I can’t. I’ll be there when you wake up, though, I promise.” He took her hand and placed a quick kiss to her knuckles.

As if on cue, Charlie leaned into the room. “Dean, trauma incoming. MVA car vs pedestrian. Ambo is two minutes out.”

“Okay, I'll be there in a second.” He gave her hand one more squeeze before he turned to leave. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

~

Roughly three hours later, Sam found Dean in the lounge pouring a cup of coffee. He nodded and offered over the now-full cup.

“Thank you.” Sam took a sip of the dark liquid. “We got her all set up in recovery. She should be awake soon.”

“Okay. I’ll head up there in a minute.” Dean took a sip of his own coffee. “Everything went smoothly?”

“I’d have paged you if it hadn’t.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

Sam nodded. “Yes, it went perfectly. It’ll heal up just fine.”

“Thanks, Sammy.”

Wandering into her room, he couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful she looked. He placed his hand softly against her cheek, sweeping his thumb slowly over the skin. She nuzzled into the touch as she lazily opened her eyes. “Hi, sweetheart.”

She gave him a goofy smile. “I like when you call me that.”

“I know you do.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Sleepy.” She yawned. “And I’m starving. Can you bring me some fries?”

He chuckled. “Well, I’m glad your appetite is back. You get a little more sleep and I’ll bring you fries.”

“And pizza,” she added. Before he could agree, she gasped. “Ice cream!”

“Tell you what: I will get you fries from the cafeteria for you to munch on on the way home and then we can order pizza.”

She pouted as her eyelids started to droop. “What about ice cream?”

His eyebrows scrunched together as he asked, “When do we ever not have ice cream at home?”

“Oh. Yeah. Okay.” She smiled as she finally let herself drift off once more.

~~~

Tags: @deanwasscaredbyacat @babypieandwhiskey @muchamusedaboutnothing @defenderrosetyler @akshi8278 @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

[the-void-writes]

GOOD I WANTED TO SEND YOU MORE!!!

Kisses 26, and 48 >:3

@bloodlessheirbyjacques ✨❤️✨🥺

@bloodlessheirbyjacques 🤣 Thank you! I went with Rio and Jason, and since we were talking about Paradise earlier, have some Javi and Alex. I'm putting them below the cut because they're long.

26. Giggling While Kissing (I lost focus with this one so many times and I'm sorry)

“Rio?”

He grunted into his pillow, the only indication that he was awake. Jason smiled and rolled him over.

“Are you gonna get up?”

“Nope, I’m retiring.”

“Avery got his hands on a slip-and-slide.”

Rio opened his good eye. “How big?”

“It reaches both ways across the training lab. He’s trying to make it loop in the center.”

That made him grin. “Who needs TV when we’ve got that kid?”

Jason shook his head. “Is it impossible for you to be nice to him?”

“The fabric of reality depends on our mutual annoyance.”

“Ooh, fancy words for a brute.”

Rio pulled him down for a kiss. Jason relaxed against him, already losing himself in the warmth of Rio’s touch. He reached for Rio’s hands and placed them over his head, resulting in a deep chuckle that vibrated against Jason’s lips. Rio pulled away, his face as red as Jason’s hair. Jason stared back at him in confusion and amusement.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can we start over?”

“Why, because you laughed?”

“It’s just stupid. I’m supposed to be the suave one here.”

“Rio, I’ve watched you eat barbecue. If I wanted a stuffed-shirt from the eighteenth century, I’d date Gabe.”

Rio slapped his hand over his mouth, unable to fight his laughter. Jason smiled triumphantly.

“See? I love when you let yourself have fun.”

“No more, Jay. I’ll choke like this.”

Jason bit his fist. “Rio, you are begging me to make a joke there.”

With a smirk, Rio sat up and pulled him into his lap.

“What a dirty thought, angel. Maybe Avery can wait.”

48. Kisses With Trembling Lips

Javi shoved the bedroom door so fast that it echoed through the palace. Not that anyone would care, of course, with the grand party taking precedence over everything else. How his father could afford to host these parties night after night was a mystery. He must have been desperate to find his children some suitors, to pawn Javi off to some prince from afar… a prince for his precious princess.

It had been another of those wretched nights, forced into a corset that accented all the parts of Javi that he despised. The makeup, the curves, the dress skirts, it was enough to drive him mad. If he were more reckless, and he wished he was, he would jog across the halls in his special riding outfit, with the pants Ezra had bought just for him. Even if they were loose and baggy, and he couldn’t walk in them without a belt, they made him feel more human than a blasted corset.

As the ball continued downstairs, Javi let himself cry. He hated the emptiness in his soul, the agony of feeling trapped in his own flesh. Long ago, he would have thought himself mad, striving for a dream that no one had ever reached. But now, he knew it was possible. The proof was currently climbing up Javi’s balcony.

“Your highness?” Alex’s voice was soft, like the wind, just in case anyone was ever with Javi when he tried to check in.

Javi dried his eyes. “Come up, please.”

Alex’s square, freckled-dusted face peeked up over the railing. He hoisted himself over, falling onto the balcony with an “oof” before dusting off the evening’s dirt that had caked onto his shirt.

“I think your window’s getting taller, love.” His eyes fell on Javi’s crestfallen face. “Javi?”

His gentle voice was all it took to get Javi crying again. Alex rushed to his side and cupped his face.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Which of those morons do I have to punch?”

Javi hiccuped. “No one. It’s just… one of those days.”

Alex stroked his cheek. “Hey, I get it. I had them, too, remember?”

“And a witch gave you everything you wanted.” He flinched. “I’m sorry, that was rude.”

“No, love, you’re allowed to be frustrated. I wish I could just give you what she gave me. If I can figure out where her books are, or who she learned from, I can take you there. I swear, I’ll find a way to help you, okay?”

Javi sniffed and nodded. Alex leaned up to kiss him, and the quiver in Javi’s lips started to fade. How a gardener from Ireland could end up with a future monarch, Alex had no clue, but he was more than grateful for it. He took a seat by Javi, letting the prince rest his head on his shoulder. Javi played with his hands as they sat.

“Taking a royal heir to Ireland on a secret errand… How scandalous, Senhor Whittaker.”

Alex grinned. “I’m just serving my kingdom, Your Highness.”

“Please, meu querido, we’re alone.”“Of course.” He kissed his prince’s forehead. “I only serve you, Javi.”

[onlylivinboy]

He knows, he knows. 

Josh told Darcy that he’s in rehab. There’s probably, nothing to find here.

because it’s not like he lies, right? not like that’s, what he does. 

So here’s Gabe, standing at the door to the apartment that Josh bought, rather than let his family know that he’d made it home alive. It’s not that he’s entirely without reason for being here. 

It’s just, Chick. How she’s been sniffing around, always checking Josh’s room. He figured, grab one of his pillows or something and bring it back to her to cuddle up with. She was such a good dog, it was the least she deserved. 

He knocks once, no answer. 

Twice. 

“Yo.” 

Nothing. 

Right. He checks under the mat for a key, but isn’t surprised to find nothing there. He thinks about Chicken waiting at the door. yeah, yeah. i got you, Chick. 

He lets out a breath, and unclasps the inhibitor cuff from his wrist, that instant rush of relief washes over him that he has to reach out to steady himself for just a second against the door. Hand settles against the knob, and with a small huff of happiness to have an excuse to use his abilities, to let go, he holds fast until the very metal of it turns red, then orange, then- 

It opens. 

[hockeylvr59]

Secret Love Part 4 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: 

Warnings: cursing, discussion of sexual activities

Word Count: 3,911

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You’d tossed and turned for almost an hour before you had eventually drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken by the Denver sunrise spilling through the window. Groaning softly you made a mental note for the shopping trip...curtains...Cale definitely needed curtains. Laying on the couch, you played on your phone for a few minutes before the need to use the bathroom finally took over. 

After knocking quietly on Cale’s door with no response, you cracked it open hoping to sneak through to the bathroom without disturbing him. As you tiptoed across his bedroom floor, you couldn’t help but let your eyes fall on him. As expected, he was shirtless, blankets falling only midway up his exposed chest. His hair was a mess, and a relaxed expression covered his face. Quietly closing the bathroom door behind you, you chastised yourself for the heat that flooded through you. You were just friends and despite his now single status, that was all this was ever going to be. 

Relieving yourself, you then quickly brushed your teeth before quietly moving back to the living room, easing his door shut behind you. His parents were going to be here in about an hour and after starting a pot of coffee you examined the contents of Cale’s fridge and cabinets. Finding bacon, eggs, and pancake mix you decided to make everyone breakfast. It was as you were moving around the kitchen that Cale finally appeared, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“You’re making breakfast?” He murmured, leaning in to kiss the top of your head. 

“I am…” You smiled, checking on the bacon in the oven as you scrambled eggs in a pan on the stove. Cale poured himself a cup of coffee and you felt his eyes on you once more. 

“Anything I can do?” He questioned after a moment. 

“Get some plates?” You requested. “How do you want your eggs?” The clatter of plates filled your ears for a moment as Cale set plates beside you. 

“However you’re making them is perfect.” He insisted, sharing a warm grin now that he was a little bit more awake. Nodding you took one of the plates and scooped a hefty portion of eggs onto it before pulling the bacon from the oven and the pancakes from where they were keeping warm in the microwave and piling those onto the plate as well. 

“Eat up.” You grinned, turning to place the plate in front of one of the bar stools at the island. Doing another batch of eggs quickly you set everything aside to keep warm before serving yourself a much smaller portion. Taking a seat beside him, you shook your head as you watched Cale continue to dig into his breakfast. The moment felt a little too domestic and natural so you were thankful when there was a knock at the door that signaled that Laura and Gary had arrived. 

It wasn’t long after that before you were quickly getting ready and heading out with Laura to go shopping for things for Cale’s apartment. The first place you stopped was Starbucks and then you were off to a local shopping center to do some damage. 

“You seem more relaxed…” Laura mentioned as she sat waiting for the light to turn green. 

“Yeah uh...we talked after dinner last night. We’re good.” You shrugged. Yes you were close with Laura, but you really didn’t want to tell her the details of your friendship with her son. She seemed to accept that because she nodded and smiled. 

“Good. I’m glad.” Her response ended the subject and instead she focused on the task ahead. “So you’ve spent a decent amount of time in Cale’s apartment...what does he still need other than what he mentioned to me?” 

“Well curtains would be good. Waking up to the sun isn’t always ideal.” You said, a yawn slipping from your throat. “He could also use a throw blanket for the couch.” You added, pondering over what comforts Cale’s apartment seemed to be missing that would make it feel more like a home. 

Wandering through aisles, Laura did most of the shopping, occasionally asking for your thoughts on something before either tossing it into the cart or putting it back on the shelf. As you walked through the aisle containing photo frames you paused. 

“What do you think about surprising him with some pictures?” You suggested. He had a couple pieces of ‘artwork’ but there really weren’t any family photos to be found as far as you could see. 

“Why don’t you take the reins on that?” Laura replied, a soft look you couldn’t place filling her eyes as she handed you her phone. “Text yourself anything from my camera roll.” As she looked through possible throw pillows, you quickly scanned through the pictures, texting yourself a half dozen that would be perfect. Agreeing to meet up in about fifteen minutes, you headed back to the instant photo machine, plugging your phone in to print the pictures from Laura’s gallery as well as a couple from your own. Satisfied with what you had, you moved back to the frames, picking out one for each photo before moving to find some command strips to hang them with. 

On the car ride back to Cale’s place, you worked to get each photo into a frame. By the time Laura pulled back into the garage you were finished and you helped her carry all of the shopping bags inside. Cale had given his mom the spare key in case the two of you were done before he got back and after letting yourselves inside, you went to work on making Cale’s apartment feel just a little cozier. Together you hung curtains up in his living room, tossing pillows and the sherpa throw onto the couch. Then Laura helped you with hanging photos on his bedroom wall while a few of them were placed stationary on a side table in his living room. Laura unpacked the rest of the things Cale had asked her to buy and then the two of you settled onto the couch to watch tv until the guys arrived. 

Gary and Cale had picked up lunch on the way home, so the four of you sat down to eat. When you finished, Cale handed you a gift bag and though you had a feeling you knew what it was, you were still anxious to open it. Navy fabric accented with maroon and white spilled around your fingers and you gently ran your fingers over the number 8 and lettering of the nameplate. 

“Can’t have you come to the game tonight without proper apparel.” Cale murmured and you jumped up quickly, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. 

“It’s perfect.” You agreed. You’d packed the Makar home jersey that you’d bought yourself at the beginning of the season, but you had to admit the thirds were your favorite jersey and getting the jersey from Cale meant just a little bit more than buying one for yourself. 

As you cleaned up lunch, Cale started to settle in, getting ready to take his pregame nap. He had acknowledged the curtains, blanket, pillows and other things his mom had gotten him but it wasn’t until he disappeared into his bedroom for a moment that his eyes must have caught the photos. He’d only been gone maybe 30 seconds when he returned, pulling his mom into a huge hug, his eyes soft. 

“You framed pictures for me?” He muttered softly. 

“That idea was all Y/N.” Laura quickly clarified and immediately Cale turned to you, his arms wrapping around you just as tightly. 

“That’s incredible. Thank you.” He whispered into your ear, and when he pulled back his hands lingered on your hips for a moment more. 

Soon you were grabbing everything you’d need for the game because you were headed with Laura and Gary to play tourist while Cale napped and then headed to the rink. Laura and Gary had already headed downstairs while you debated on a shirt to wear and you didn’t even notice Cale come up beside you as you dug through your bag. 

“Wear that one.” He instructed, pointing to a wine red long-sleeved off-the-shoulder blouse. “We’re going out after the game if we win.” He clarified, rubbing the back of his neck. You were already wearing your favorite pair of jeans and had thrown on a cute pair of tennis shoes for running around. You weren’t exactly a club type of person but going out with Cale and his teammates did seem fun. 

“Okay.” You agreed, disappearing into his bathroom to change tops before returning. “Have a good nap. And kick some ass tonight.” You teased, grabbing your makeup bag because you’d barely put any on to go shopping and if you were going out tonight you were going to need to rethink your current makeup. With everything you needed, you snuck a kiss to Cale’s cheek before disappearing out the door to meet Gary and Laura down at the car. 

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The last time you saw Cale play live was versus Calgary during the playoffs. So sitting in the stands of the Pepsi Center watching him warm up was an entirely different experience. You’d watched him on tv many times but in person it was clear to see just how much his game was growing every day. He was almost mesmerizing to watch and tucked in next to Laura, wrapped in his jersey, you felt at peace. Well, at least until the puck dropped for real. 

During a commercial break in the first period, the Avs announced a promo game. After the participant was introduced and the game was explained, a baby picture popped up on the screen. In it, a little boy, no more than 9 or 10 months old, sat between the legs of a little girl around the age of five who had a book in her hands. Immediately your own cheeks flushed as you recognized the picture, it was one of your favorites from when you and Cale were super little. The fan playing got one guess of who it was with no options to win an autographed jersey, but they were way off and guessed Nate for some reason. Then multiple choice popped up with Cale’s name, JT’s, and Gabe for a chance at an autographed puck. You didn’t even pay attention to the guess beyond hearing the boos signaling they got it wrong, but instead your gaze landed on Cale who was looking up at the screen, hiding a smile as he took some ribbing by his teammates. Eventually his eyes drifted up to where you were seated and he sent a little wink that you would have missed if you weren’t looking at him. From beside you Laura just smiled and bumped your shoulder, signaling without words just how strong your friendship with Cale really was. 

The Avs played a solid all around game and you cheered with each goal scored. Cale had two assists on the night and with the team coming out with the win you knew he was going to be in a good mood. Heading down to the locker room, you listened as Gary rambled on about the game as hockey dads do while sharing looks with Laura that made you burst into laughter. 

When Cale finally stepped out of the locker room he hugged his parents before lifting you up and spinning you around. 

“You ready to go have some fun?” He inquired, boyish smile on his face. 

“Don’t get into too much trouble.” Laura warned, though her expression wasn’t all that serious. 

“As if I’d let him.” You joked. For years Cale’s family had the running joke of you being the more responsible one keeping Cale in line. It wasn’t always true obviously, but for the most part the point stood. Still after the past few weeks Cale had had, you were willing to let him go just a little bit crazy tonight, knowing that you would be there as his safety net. 

“We’ll see you both tomorrow.” Gary grinned. “Go relax and have a good time.” Cale’s arm drifted around your waist as he tugged you to his car. Once there, you stripped off the jersey leaving you in just the blouse and as he pulled out of the garage you mussed up your hair just a little bit. Using the mirror, you carefully added a little more eyeliner before throwing on a dark lipstick, tossing both cylinders into the cupholder beside you. 

By the time you stepped out of the car at the club you felt ready for a night out and as you watched Cale shed his jacket, you felt his eyes on you once more. 

Waiting for him to be ready to head inside, you watched as a tall redhead approached, beautiful woman tucked into his side. 

“Y/N...this is JT and his girlfriend Lauren.” Cale introduced and you reached a hand out to shake theirs before tucking your hand back into your pocket. 

“So this is the best friend.” JT said, smirking. “Bout time Cale finally brought you around, he’s been talking about you for forever.” 

“Really?” You teased, ready to throw out a semi-embarrassing tidbit until Cale grabbed you by the waist, his finger falling to your lips to shush you as he guided you inside. 

“Can you at least let me get a drink or two in me before you start spilling the embarrassing stories?” He pleaded jokingly. 

“I suppose.” You conceded, smiling as he guided you up to the VIP lounge and over to the bar. Settling for a glass of wine, you watched him order a beer for himself before leading you over to one of the many couches. It wasn’t long before you were being introduced to all of Cale’s teammates.  

Gabe was boisterous and funny and the way that he looked at his wife Mel made you smile brightly. Josty was a character, he had you laughing almost immediately as he told stories about all of the media events he’d done with Cale and what he’d learned from residing in the same building. He was definitely giving you ammo to use later. Then again they all were, chirps had been flying left and right all night. 

You’d been nursing the same glass of wine for about an hour, watching as Cale downed another 2-3 beers as well as a shot that Burky handed him. It was nice to see Cale out with people that clearly cared about him and you knew this was probably the first time he had really been able to let go of all of the stress since the pregnancy scare. 

Eventually Mel and Lauren dragged you out onto the dance floor with the other better halves and even though you’d barely had anything to drink, the beat of the music had you relaxing, enjoying the time you had getting to know the people who were part of Cale’s other family. 

“You know his eyes haven’t left you all night.” Mel eventually declared, her voice barely audible over the loud music. 

“He’s always been a little protective…” You simply shrugged. The look Mel and Lauren shared suggested that they weren’t buying that logic but they didn’t push things. After a few more songs, you left the dance floor to head to the bar for a bottle of water. While there a tall….like really tall, dark haired man who looked like he should star in the next hollywood vampire blockbuster, slipped up beside you, his arm brushing against yours lightly. As you placed him as Cale’s d-partner you smiled up at him before looking back at where the bartender was rushing back and forth. 

“You know none of us have ever seen him like this before…” Ryan murmured. “He comes out but he never really lets loose. Now I don’t know whether that’s because it’s the first time we’ve been out since everything happened or if it’s because you’re here but I suspect it’s more to do with the latter.” You didn’t really know what to say to that so you shrugged. “And I’m not saying that in the manner of he feels like you’re the babysitter who will take care of him, I’m saying that he feels comfortable because you’re here in a way he was never comfortable either by himself or with Sara.” Ryan finally managed to get the bartender’s attention and he ordered your water along with whatever he was drinking before continuing. “And I’m sure Cale never said anything and neither did anyone else but...you should know everyone really likes you. And I can’t say the same for Sara.” Just as quickly as he’d appeared, Ryan had walked off and you glanced over at Cale to see his eyes planted firmly on you, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol. 

Water in hand, you moved to Cale’s side, his arm wrapping around you immediately. The redness in his eyes told you he’d had a little bit more to drink than he probably should have and you pushed your water his way, not wanting him to be completely impossible to drag home. The grin on his face was lazy as he took the bottle, showing how completely relaxed and at ease he was. 

His Adam's apple bobbed as he took a long sip of the water and you tilted your head to observe him, tie gone and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. His fingers slipped just under the edge of your shirt along your hip and you took your own sip from the bottle of water trying to hide the flush that filled your body at the feeling of his fingertips on your bare skin. Passing the water back to him, it was soon gone and once the bottle was empty you stood, looking over your shoulder. 

“Are you going to sit there all night or are you going to come dance with me?” You inquired, your tongue running against your bottom lip. Stumbling just slightly, Cale slipped out of the booth and his hand fell to the curve of your back as he guided you over to where his teammates and their significant others were dancing. 

With Cale’s chest pressed against your back, his hands fell to your hips once more and the pads of his fingers wandered over every inch of skin they could reach. His touch had never affected you like this before, he’d never been this brazen before, but you chalked both of those factors up to the alcohol. Though you’d only had two glasses of wine since you arrived, wine had always made you far warmer than any other form of alcohol so the heat in your skin was definitely just from that. 

“So I have a question…” Cale’s breath fanned over your ear as he leaned down to whisper yell at you, allowing you to hear him over the rap song that was playing. 

“Yes Cale?” You replied, tilting your body back against his so that you could see his face. It was even rosier than before and his soft smile was replaced by a serious and focused look causing your eyebrow to quirk at the sight. 

“Women like having oral sex performed on them right?” For a split second you were certain that it was only Cale’s hold on you that kept you from falling right over. Choking on your own saliva as you tried to swallow you quickly coughed, your cheeks even more flushed than you could attribute to the wine. 

“I...I mean from what I’ve heard yeah…” You finally stumbled out an answer. “Why?” Your question was ignored as Cale’s hands tightened around your hips. 

“You’ve heard?” Cale prodded. “You don’t know?” Cursing under your breath you shivered as Cale’s thumb stroked a sensitive spot along your side. 

“Cale…” You mumbled, not drunk enough for this conversation. He poked you in the side though signaling you to continue and you groaned. “I mean...I had sex for the first time freshman year of college and we didn’t exactly know what we were doing…” You explained, softly enough that only Cale would hear you. “And I mean I’ve only had sex one other time...it was a one night stand and we were both way too drunk to do anything but fuck. So yeah...I’m just taking other people’s word on it...why are you asking Cale?” You finished, twisting in his arms so that you could look at him properly. His head ducked to press against the crook of your neck and he hissed quietly as you drug your nails along his lower back. 

“Just curious…” Cale breathed. “Sara never let me...I mean I wanted to but...she told me she wasn’t interested.” For a moment you didn’t know what to say as that little piece of you celebrated the fact that it seemed there were a lot of things he didn’t do with his ex girlfriend. 

“Oh...I mean everyone has their own likes and dislikes…” You reminded him. “But generally equal reciprocation is definitely appreciated.” 

As the song ended, Gabe called Cale’s name to go take another shot and you pushed him to go murmuring that you were going to run to the bathroom. By the time you returned, you suspected it was definitely time to get Cale home, so you sidled up to his side, slipping your hand in his front pocket for his car keys. 

“I think it’s time we get you home and to bed rockstar.” You declared. Thankfully Cale didn’t put up much of a fight, closing his tab before letting you lead him out of the club. By the time you had parked in his garage, you could see how sleepy the alcohol was making him and you moved around to help him out of the car, his body nearly dragging yours down with its weight. 

Stumbling through the door, you urged him to start to bed while you got him more water and some pain killers. Gathering both, you moved to his room after checking to ensure the front door was locked. You found him sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in only boxer briefs and though you tried not to stare, your body couldn’t help but notice that gone was the teenage boy you once knew and in his place was a man plain and simple. Setting the water and pills on his bedside table, you urged him to take his contacts out. 

Once you were certain he was fairly settled, you turned to make your way to the couch. Instead, Cale’s hands reached out to pull you back to him and as he scooted to the far side of the bed, he drug you down with him. 

“Cale…” You mumbled in complaint but his eyes were already closed and his breathing was starting to steady out, his hands keeping your body pressed tightly against his. Sighing, you managed to work yourself out of your jeans before giving in and settling in his arms. 

Between your conversation with Gravy, the looks Mel and Lauren were giving you, Cale’s inquiry, wandering hands, and this, so many lines had been blurred tonight that it was making you dizzy. 

For the second night in a row...your mind reeled as you fell into a fitful sleep. 

Blouse:

[renywrites]

I’ve been watching a lot of Mad Men because Jon Hamm and I cant stop thinking of like a sixties AU with Gabe and Beez, or just switching out broody Don Draper for Gabriel so could I suggest a domestic 60s set Ineffable Bureaucracy thing?

I decided to do 1968 because of the Apollo 7 mission (I think Bee is just a huge space nerd) and also because I have no idea what Mad Men is (thank you for giving me a new show to watch though, holy shit!! Jon Hamm is a gift). I tried very hard to do this in a 60s setting but it may come off more as 50s themed- I pulled some familiar stuff I know from The Help and read up on some careers before I hopped into this. Bee’s name is Beatrice in this because reasons.

*

Gabriel loved his life. He had a good job working as a Creative Director in a big advertising company, made enough money to be comfortable, got the weekends off to do whatever he pleased, and had a lovely wife to go home to. 

Wife. The concept was still foreign, still made him shiver and smile and feel mushy as could be. Bee would tell him to shove a sock in it, if she were here.

He and Beatrice Romanov had gotten married only a month ago, but only because she had insisted she was going to finish her college degree before he was allowed to strap her down. Gabriel would have liked to have married her the minute he had seen her under those trees in the college courtyard, but she had put her foot down. 

It took a lot more to court her than just a charming smile and a compliment, he had learned very quickly. In fact, the first time he’d done that, he’d ended up with a milkshake in his lap. 

“I’m not a cheap whore,” the soon-to-be love of his life had snapped, her dark eyes blazing with hellfire. “Don’t treat me like one.”

Gabriel had never been spoken to like that by a girl — or anyone — before. At first he was offended, so he made it his duty to try and outdo her in each of the classes they had together. Unfortunately for him, he’d found his match. She was whip smart, mean as a junkyard dog, and took shit from absolutely nobody. Many men had walked away with tattered dignity and a broken nose after attempting to tame this wildfire of a girl. 

He quickly found that instead of wanting to defeat her, Gabriel wanted to impress her. He wanted her to give him that sharp little smile she got when she won. He wanted to hear that laugh, wicked and graceless, that she would let loose on occasion when she was around her friends. He wanted those dark eyes to be on him, always. He wanted.

That wanting turned into a game of cat and mouse very quickly, both of them doing things that had society frowning and the other taunting them to continue. Heated looks across classrooms. Stolen kisses against the bookshelves of the library. His hand on her thigh, her back pressed to the cold stone wall of her dorm building. 

One night, Gabriel took the bait, and had his world shattered by his name broken on her lips, her body bare against his, those eyes looking up at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. 

Gabriel woke up the next morning with his vessel of hellfire next to him in bed, her inky black hair spilling over his pillow and tickling his nose. The sunlight streaming in the window made her skin look like porcelain, her body ethereal and too perfect to belong in even Heaven. The frustration and pent up tension that remained in him quickly gave way to something that melted his insides, took his breath, and made him pull her closer and press a kiss to her hair.

Three years later, he knelt in front of her with a small velvet box and watched those beautiful dark eyes glisten with tears and love and the promise of a future.

And now he got to go home to his future every single night.

“Leaving already?” Comes a teasing call as Gabriel packs his things up for the weekend.

He looks up, then gives his co-worker a polite smile. “Ah, Sandalphon. Yes, it’s my night for the dishes and Bee wants to watch the Apollo 7 launch with me.”

“You’re whipped, you know.” Comes the predictable laugh, accompanied by others in the office who were bad at pretending to not listen in on conversations. “That wife of yours has you on a leash.”

Gabriel shakes his head, unable to help his smile. “What can I say? I like a girl who takes charge. Evening, gentlemen.”

He leaves with wolf whistling and whoops following him out, but his mind is focused on calculating how much more time it would be until he got to go home to his wife. If he stopped at the supermarket and bought her favorite bottle of wine and some flowers, it would only add another fifteen minutes…

*

“You’re late!” Comes the call when he closes the door. He winces — he had been trying to be quiet so he could surprise her. Nothing got past Bee. 

“Sorry, my love.” He calls, slipping his shoes off and treading carefully into the kitchen. 

The sight that greets him is one he’d come home to for the rest of his life, but one that would always make his heart swell and his knees weak. 

His wife was standing at the stove, stirring what smelled like spaghetti sauce, a red gingham apron tied around her neck and waist. Her hair was pulled back from her face, piled messily on her head and stuck through with a knitting needle (his mother had gotten them for her, trying to insist she needed to be more ladylike. Bee wore them in her hair out of spite. Besides, they did well in a pinch).

“Hello,” Gabriel walks over, pausing to kiss her cheek before fetching a vase to put the flowers in. “I brought you something.”

Bee glances up, surprise flickering in dark eyes, before she smiles. “Sap. Put the wine on ice, we can have it with dinner. It’ll be ready in a little bit.”

“It smells good, Bee.” He does as he’s told, then pulls up a chair at the table to sit and talk with her while she finishes dinner.

His wife blows a stray hair from her face, her brows creasing. “Your mother sent the recipe to me. No, she showed up to my work to give it to me. Spent twenty minutes going on and on and on about how a good housewife always makes her husband’s favorite things…” Bee makes an irritated noise. 

“At work?” Gabriel sits up, frowning. “I’ll talk to her…”

“No need,” she says, with that grin she used to give him just before she dragged him behind a building at school and kissed him senseless. “I took care of it.”

“Bee,” he says, a rush of fondness and exasperation rolling over him. And maybe a bit of dread. “What did you do?”

“Oh, she’ll call you about it later.” She waves a hand, her smile growing. 

Gabriel didn’t even have it in him to be upset — his mother was insufferable about everything Bee did. About how she dressed, how she behaved, how she treated Gabriel. When Bee’d refused to marry her son in a church, that was when Gabriel accepted that he was going to be stuck in the middle of an eternal feud.

But watching his wife move around their kitchen and complain about her day, he found he couldn’t mind. It was amusing to see his wife come up with petty ways to get back at the people who annoyed her. It was definitely a good reminder that she would put up with none of his shit, not ever. 

“Are we watching the launch during dinner?” Gabriel asks when she turns the stove top off. 

She brightens. “Yes! And the newest Star Trek comes out tonight, too. You don’t mind if we watch both?”

Gabriel gives her a fond look, getting up to get them both some wine. “Not at all. Whatever makes you happy, darling.”

Bee grins, blocking his way and leaning up on her tiptoes for a kiss, her fingers snagging and wrinkling his work shirt. He bends to meet her, his hand resting against the curve of her spine and tugging her closer against him as their lips meet.

The chase had been well worth it, Gabriel reflects, as his wife hooks a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him down farther to her mercy with a wicked smile. He wouldn’t trade any of this for anything.

[textsfrombandom]

Gabe: the last thing is remember is that strange guy in the leotard...i woke up in my bed, naked, with a half eaten grilled cheese on my nightstand, a six pack in the fridge, a new pack of cigarettes on my pillow and coke in my purse. apparently i bought some drugs, shopped and cooked. typical.