#idek what this is ???

[guardian-angle22]

911 lone star -> tarlos kisses rotated ↻

[eddiazx]

three's company - buddie x reader

(I blame Doctor Odyssey for this fic)

"Okay, let's play a game." You suggest from your position on the couch between Eddie and Buck.

It was a Friday night and the three of you decided to play video games and drink copious amounts of beer at Buck's, since none of you worked the next day. Needless to say, you weren't entirely sober at the moment.

"Isn't that what we're doing?" Eddie drawls, waving his controller at the television.

"No, I mean a drinking game. Come on! It'll be fun, it would be like we were in college."

"We didn't finish college." Buck deadpans.

"You know what I mean." You whine.

"Okay, fine. How about Never Have I Ever?" Buck proposes.

"Perfect. I'll go first. Never have I ever stolen a firetruck to have sex in it." You smile innocently at Buck as he takes a gulp from his beer, squinting his eyes suspiciously at you as he does.

"Never have I ever had sex in a karaoke bathroom." Eddie states next, smirking at Buck.

"Okay, why am I being targeted right now!" Buck laughs good-naturedly, as he takes another swallow of the beer. "Alright, my turn. Never have I ever... had a threesome."

All three of your beers remain untouched. Eddie and you look at Buck with your eyebrows raised, surprised, to which Buck shrugs, and says, "Buck 1.0 never had the chance."

As the three of you laugh, you admit, "I'm game if you both are."

Eddie and Buck exchange glances, before turning towards you.

"Are you serious?" Eddie questions.

"I am. It could be fun."

Your words linger in the air, making the tension thick. You're about to laugh it off, when Buck cradles your chin towards him. His cerulean eyes are darkened with lust as he leans in to press his pink lips against yours. His teeth bite down on your bottom lip, making your mouth open and gasp into his. You feel Eddie's scruff against the other side of your neck, his canines leaving little bites down to your shoulder, before smoothing them over with his tongue. You're so overwhelmed with the two men giving you attention, that you pull away momentarily. You put a hand on the back of their respective necks, bringing their faces close as you lean back against the back of the couch. You watch intently, biting your lip, as your two best friends touch lips for the first time.

When they eventually break apart from each other, mouths glistening and red, they look at you, almost as if they were asking you for further instructions. You slip your left hand into Eddie's and your right into Buck's, rising to your feet as you do. You pull them up to stand and make your way up to Buck's bed upstairs. With every step the three of you take, you're acutely aware that your relationship will never be the same.

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For someone looking in, they would probably think that this wasn’t the first time the three of you had done this with how seamlessly you moved around each other. Once upstairs, you were all down to your undergarments; you were straddling Eddie, grinding your hips against his clothed cock while making out with Buck who was seated behind Eddie. 

“Need to be inside you.” Eddie’s husky voice chokes out, and you’re not quite sure who he’s saying it to, but you nod and get off Eddie’s lap anyway. You lie on your stomach on the mattress, between Buck’s open legs, eyes now level with his lap.  

You peer up at Buck, pulling his underwear down just enough to free him. Your fingers close around his dick, running them up and down his length, before finally sucking the tip into ur mouth. Eddie takes that moment to pull down your underwear from behind you. He slips inside you easily with one fluid motion, his hands coming to rest on your hips. 

Eddie starts moving at a steadfast pace, the momentum making your body slide up the bed and closer to Buck. You moan around Buck's length. 

Buck groans at the feeling, resting one hand on your head while the other reaches up to bring Eddie’s face closer in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. 

You’re not sure who comes first, but you were definitely the first to drift off, because you’re woken up to the caress of a damp cloth running over your skin. You’re urged to use the washroom and coaxed into drinking a glass of water. When you get back into bed you’re sandwiched between Buck and Eddie, limbs intertwined and so very close, that you can feel all three of your hearts beating to the same rhythm. 

[kettlefire]

High Speed Chase (DcxDp)

Johnny 13 didn't know what happened. One moment he was revving his bike through the Ghost Zone. Performing tricks between each slab of floating rock he drove through.

He had left Shadow with Kitty. His girl was having some kind of girls' night with a few other specters. Johnny was enjoying a bit of alone time, letting his mind wander and his body go on autopilot.

That was until he felt a strange force pulling him, trying to drag him and his bike in a different direction. Johnny tried to fight it, he really did.

With a flash of light, a vacuuming feeling, and moment of disorientation, Johnny was suddenly on a road. A real road. A solid road from the living world.

His wheels jostled and stuttered over the sudden texture change, and Johnny had quickly gotten his bike back under control.

It wasn't Amity. That was the first thought that crossed his mind as Johnny doubled down. His bike roared with life, and he made no move to stop. Not until Johnny knew what the hellw as going on.

In the first few moments, Johnny let his eyes wonder. Taking in the space around him. There was a strange machine that was quickly getting smaller behind him.

Something made of metal and wires, a ball of red energy suspended between a circle. There were cars around, and many of them seemed to have been abandoned.

Then there was the vehicles not so abandoned.

A large black car that seemed close to a modernized tank. Two bikes speeding down the street beside Johnny. He couldn't see through the window of the car, but Johnny could guess what would be in the driver seat.

Someone dressed up in a costume just like the two men on the bikes. The dipstick flashed through Johnny's mind, but he was too distracted to make any connections.

He had no clue where he was or why he was suddenly spit out into this world. He didn't know why he was being chased down by these three masked vigilantes.

So Johnny did the only thing he could think to do, he sped up. He slightly regretted leaving Shadow with Kitty, knowing just how much his friend could help right about now.

Johnny didn't know what these living people wanted with him, but he wasn't about to find out. Humans never wanted anything good from ghosts. The dipstick's friends were an exception. An exception that doesn't happen.

Johnny locked in, speeding up as he weaved through the streets. He wasn't going to get caught, he refused to let himself.

He needed to get back to the Zone. Back to Kitty and Shadow. He needed to tell the counsel about this. About the way he had been suddenly forced out of the Zone.

This could be dangerous, extremely dangerous. Amity Park was one thing, a town the ghosts were the safest to explore. Anywhere else was like a mine field, safety was an unlikely thing to find.

Especially if Phantom wasn't in this city.

It was a chase that Johnny hadn't felt since he was alive. Weaving in and out of traffic, phasing through obstacles, and even going invisible at some points.

Yet everywhere Johnny looked, one of them was hot on his tail. It was getting harder and harder for Johnny to keep his cool.

He didn't know these streets, these buildings, this traffic. How was Johnny supposed to lose these guys if he was in their home terrif?

Johnny didn't even have the chance to think over a solid escape plan when he found himself skidding straight into an 18-wheeler.

It happened too fast for him to even think of going intangible. One moment, he was speeding down an empty road. The next thing he was staring up at the night sky.

Out of all the things Johnny had expected, he didn't expect the sudden appearance of a man beside him. Concern radiating off the masked man as the vigilante searched him for any wounds.

[fireballazalea]

[irishmammonagenda]

"Mams-" You grab his attention, squirming out of the mass of pillows and blankets in your first man's nest.

"No." He cuts you off, cuddling further into you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"Mams." You try again, this time pushing his head away, immediately regretting it, he looks like a kicked puppy.

"No." He says, much poutier now, trying to cuddle back into you. "Yer not gettin' out of the Great Mam'n's nest, Human."

"Mams. I need to go to the bathroom."

Grumbling he lets go of you and folds his arms. "Fine, but ye better be quick, Human."

"I will be."

"Good." He grumbles, moving to cuddle the pillow that smells most like you in your absence

[vessel-token]

in this light, you are mine

‘til the sweat turns to blood

won’t you say that you will?

even if you won’t

[helloliriels]

BBC Johnlock community approved?!?!?!!

How to get you all in here fast enough???!?!?

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED INVITE

[lilquokka04]

🖤Watching🖤

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-warnings- smut, sub hyunjin, sub felix, pegging, oral (m receiving), mxm interactions (kissing and oral), mentions of a poly relationship

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"Doesn't he sound pretty felix?"

Hyunjin lets out a gasp as you tug on his nipple, cheeks burning as he glances over at the boy on the end of the bed. Felix eagerly nods as he looks Hyunjin up and down, hands clenching around the sheets to refrain from doing something that he shouldn't.

You grin at Felix's reaction and nibble on the older boy's shoulder, alternating between biting and leaving small kisses along the soft skin. He lets out a whine as you run your hand down his back and start kneading his ass.

"So sensitive." He starts to grind back against your hand. "Does my baby want me to take these off?" You slip two fingers into the waistband of his boxers and lightly tug on them.

Hyunjin bobs his head as he leans back against your shoulder.

Placing a kiss to the side of his head, you gently push him forward so that he's on all fours in front of you and face to face with Felix. Planting a kiss to the small of his back, you remove the last piece of clothing on him and run your hands over his ass, squeezing and playing with the flesh.

Hyunjin turns his head over his shoulder to watch as you start rubbing your thumb against his hole. He moans and squeezes his eyes shut when you grab a hold of his dick, pumping him a few times then collecting his precum to prep him. He drops his head and bites his lip as his face is right in front of Felix's bulge, precum seeping through the fabric of his underwear. Both boys make eye contact and Felix starts to squirm as he can feel the older boy's hot breath on his dick.

Hearing Felix whine makes your fingers come to a stop as you assess the situation. Smiling at how desperate they both look, you decide to let Felix in on the fun.

"Do you wanna fuck his mouth lix?"

His head snaps up at you and he practically cries as he nods his head.

"Please?"

Pushing a second finger in, you give him permission.

"Go ahead baby. Fuck his mouth for me."

The blonde boy yanks his boxers off and gasps as he wraps a hand around himself and pumps a few times, coating his dick in precum.

Practically drooling from your fingers, Hyunjin glances up at the boy and sticks his tongue out. Felix wastes no time and eagerly pushes his dick into the older boy's awaiting mouth. Both boys whine at the feeling, making you chuckle as you pull your fingers out. Before Hyunjin can even protest, your strap is pushing into his rim, pushing his body forward and making him gag on the younger boy's cock. Felix bucks his hips at the feeling and places a hand on the older boy's head, fucking his throat as he feels his stomach tighten. Hyunjin whines and looks up at the younger boy with tears in his eyes. The tears are enough to send the blonde boy over the edge. He bucks his hips one last time and cums down the older boy's throat, eyes rolling back at the feeling.

Noticing the lack of movement, you glance up and see Felix pulling his softening cock out of the boy's mouth.

"Did he swallow?"

Felix gives you a little grin and nods his head before he leans down and gives his boyfriend a quick kiss on the lips. The older boy drops his head as your hips start snapping against his, pushing the strap as far in as it'll go.

"Return the favor baby." You beckon Felix closer.

"Make our sweet Jinnie cum."

The younger boy eagerly makes his way under Hyunjin's body, sticking his tongue out and cleaning the precum on his stomach before wrapping his lips around the older boy's cock. He jolts and cries out as Felix sucks him off, trying and failing to keep quiet as he's stimulated from both sides.

"C-cum- can I-"

Smiling at how fucked out he sounds, you lean over him and place a kiss to his shoulder blade, accidentally making Felix choke on the boy's cock.

"Go ahead baby. Felix will take it all like a good boy."

Rolling his hips on the other boy's face, he lets out a loud moan as he starts cumming down his throat. His whole body shakes as he comes down from his high. You gently pull out and watch as Felix pulls off of the boy's cock, spit and cum covering his lips and chin. Hyunjin collapses on the bed and pants into the mattress, trying to catch his breath.

Felix, being the sweetheart he is, runs to get a cloth and cleans the exhausted boy while you put the toys away. Once thats done you climb back onto the bed and run a hand through Hyunjin's sweaty hair and press a kiss to the other boy's temple.

"Good boys."

@conwunder 🖤

[scullysexual]

She’s already in the water when he climbs in, the cold a welcome relief from the heat of the day and the humidity of night. He sits on the ledge, the water coming up to just above her chest, the perfect height. Scully is submerged, the water sitting just below her chin. She doesn’t seem to mind it, however.

Mulder takes her in. He yearns to see her bathing suit, to see the way it hugs her body, cups her breasts. It’s black, he knows, he can see the thin straps, the way they travel up her shoulders and disappear behind her neck.

Her hair is up. Twisted in that way he oftens sees after she’s had her bath. Freshly washed hair kept away from the chlorine and he knows it’s freshly washed because it’s thicker, brighter. The strands that don’t quite reach or stay in their clips float about in the water around her neck . The night air is still humid and the smaller hairs that frame her face curl around.

And her freckles. She is bare faced tonight, a rarity he sees, and the sunshine today has made them pop. He asked her once why she covered them, her response was to pull a face and say, “Because I already look younger than I am, Mulder. I don’t need to be looking like a child as well.”

He didn’t think she looked like a child, she looked carefree. He wanted to reach out and kiss each one, pull her clothes away and discover the hidden ones, kissing and naming as he goes, drawing the constellations between them.

Looking at her now, he is aching for her and he is achingly hard staring at her.

“It’s nice out here, at least,” she says looking around.

“Yeah, it is,” he says back, not referring to the scenery surrounding them at all.

And maybe he’s looking at her a bit too closely, a bit too lovingly, for she turns back to him, eyes narrowing.

“Do we have something to talk about, Mulder?”

Mulder blinks, swallowing, sitting up a little straighter. “I, um…Do we?”

She is suddenly before him, close enough to touch. He can see more of her now, no longer obscured by the water. His gaze falls down, brain short-circuiting, eyes almost popping out of his head.

Cleavage. Lace criss-crossing over her breasts.

“Mulder?”

There’s a note of desperation in her voice. Mulder begrudgingly pulls his eyes away and looks at her. Suddenly the number 36 hits him like a brick.

36 freckles on her face.

“36!” he yells out.

She looks at him puzzled.

“Sorry,” he apologises, looking away, unsure why he said it.

She’s closer to him now, a knee either of his hips, straddling him. He can smell her body lotion and it makes his brain go fuzzy, blood rushing south as he sits in pure torture.

“Mulder?” she asks again. He looks at her so goddamn close.

Her hands touch his shoulders tentatively and he jumps at her touch, heart hammering. He wants to ask her what she is doing but whatever she’s doing is incredible and he doesn’t want the spell to break.

“What is it, Scully?” he asks instead, his voice sounding hoarse. He resists the urge to touch her, clenching his fists instead under the water.

Her eyes briefly flick down to his lips, her own parting slightly, before they return to his eyes.

“Kiss me.”

His body acts quicker than his brain can respond. In an instant his mouth is crashing down onto hers. The hands that fought so hard not to touch her grip her sides. It’s game over when his fingertips touch the bare skin of her back.

Mulder pulls away and is momentarily distracted by how flustered Scully looks: cheeks slightly pink, lips swollen…He’d be impressed with himself if he wasn’t currently pushing her into to him, desperate to see what his hands are touching.

There was clearly a theme going on with this bathing suit she’s chosen. The back criss-crosses in the same way it does at the front, leading all the way down until it reaches the small of her back.

“Fuck, Scully…” His head falls onto her shoulder. He’s hard. So hard it’s painful.

“I was hoping you’d like it,” she says shyly. “I bought it for you.”

He’s died, he thinks. He’s died and gone to heaven because there’s no way Earthling Scully would say something like that.

He starts to press kisses to her collarbones and the base of her neck.

“I love it,” he says though his speech is slightly muffled against her skin. “You should wear it all the time.”

His erection strains against his shorts and so badly does he want to pull her down and grind himself against her but the water is too deep for her and a drowning Scully would be an inconvenience to him right now.

“Can we get out of the pool please?” he asks.

“God, yes.”

She climbs onto the bench and hoists herself out, sitting on the ledge, legs still dangling in the water. He gets a good full look of her bathing suit out of the water now and briefly closes his eyes, committing it to memory before he climbs out of the water himself.

They go the closest room which happens to be hers, forgo any towels or drying off. He kisses her again, letting, his tongue exploring her mouth while his hands explore her body. She sighs and moans while his hands stroke up and down her back, fingers catching on the lace.

“This isn’t a complicated contraption to take off, is it?” he asks against her lips.

Scully takes his hands, placing them off the back of her neck where the straps are tied in a bow.

“Just pull on that,” she says.

Mulder follows her instructions, yanking on the end and the bow breaks apart, straps separating.

They pull apart so she can take it off. The wet suit clings to her body as she forces it off but Mulder can barely focus on that as more and more new Scully is revealed to him. He’s never came just by looking at a naked body before but he can’t be certain it won’t happen now.

She kicks the offending item away and it sits crumpled on the floor, already soaking the carpet below it. Mulder’s eyes remain on her body until her hands go up into her hair and he snaps them up.

“Let me,” he says reaching out to pull on the clip. Her hair, curly from the shower, tumbles down.

Mulder doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful.

He stands there just staring at her, his jaw hanging open.

She smiles shyly. “Like what you see?” Her hands fall in front of her stomach, fingers nervously fidgeting with each other.

“Fuck yeah…” he answers, eyes still roaming, unsure what to linger on.

“Are you…?” she gestures to his shorts.

Why the fuck is he still wearing his shorts?

“Oh yeah.”

He pulls them off and kicks them away as quickly as he can while she sits on the edge of the bed. Her eyes widen slightly when she catches sight of him and it’s her turn to swallow.

“Mulder, it’s…”

He looks down at his own penis and tries to keep the smug smile away. “I know,” he answers. “It’ll fit, Scully.”

She frowns at him. “I know that. Just…go slow, okay?” She looks down at him again looking almost…fearful.

Mulder approaches the bed, his hands circling her thighs before parting them and kneeling between them.

“Hey,” he says, looking a finger under her chin and lifting her head up. “I’d never hurt you, you know that.” She nods and he presses a kiss to her lips and pulls away. “If you don’t want to do this just tell me.”

He waits for her answer, not moving.

“I want to do this,” she says.

Relief spreads through him because he wants to do this too.

He really wants to do this.

He kisses her once more.

“Then budge up a bit, baby.”

She moves, twisting so she’s laying against the pillows. Mulder hovers above her, her kisses her again, allowing the kiss to grow deeper than the last two. His hands start trailing down her body, venturing towards that place both she and him long to touch. He gets so close, just inches away before he trails his fingers back up the opposite way. She groans into the kiss.

“You’re an ass,”

Mulder chuckles. “You know you love it really, baby.”

“Call me baby one more time and I’ll shoot you.”

“But then I wouldn’t get to do this.” He touches a finger to her slit, slowly drawing downwards. Scully sighs, pressing deeper into the pillows.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yeah…” she sighs.

He gathers her wetness, circling her entrance and pushing a finger, then two, inside. She feels incredible, clenching around his fingers, the little sighs and moans exiting her mouth. He uses his thumb to swirl her clit and she jumps a little at the contact. He grinds into the edge of the mattress hoping to relieve some of the tension when she makes a noise, hips stuttering against his fingers.

“Mulder?” she says, her hand trying find him.

“Yeah?” The hand not currently inside her finds hers.

“I need…” He listens. “Inside…please.”

He moans at her request, fingers fucking her harder.

“Fuck, Scully…”

“I’m so close,” she says, her voice hoarse. “I want to come with you inside me.”

He never ever in a billion years think he would hear her say those words to him. He pulls his fingers out of her and puts them into his mouth, eyes closing momentarily at the taste of her. One day, when they’ve got time, he’s going to spend hours tasting her properly. For now, though, both he, she, and his dick want nothing more than to be inside her.

He lines himself up, is about to push in when suddenly—

“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” he exclaims but Scully shakes her head.

“We don’t need one. Please, Mulder,” he begs and how can he say no to a begging Scully.

He ventures in as gently and as slowly as he can manage, remembering his promise not to hurt her as he pushes it way in, feeling her stretch further than she did around his fingers. She’s tight and hot and wet, smelling of body lotion and chlorine and Scully and it’s that final realisation that he think causes him to black out.

He comes to seconds later to Scully pushing on him.

“Mulder, I really need you to get off me and move.”

“Fuck, shit, yeah,” he says, hoisting himself up, still dizzy. Slowly he starts to move. “I think I blacked out for a second.”

She laughs.

A wonderful, belly laugh which is incredible to hear but he is balls deep inside her and she is laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

“Can’t say I’ve never made a guy black out during sex before.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a first time for everything, baby.”

He starts moving in and out of her, sliding easily each way. He thought she felt incredible around his fingers but he had no idea what he was missing.

“I will get my gun,” she says but her threat is hindered slightly by the sigh that follows it immediately after.

“What’s stopping you?” he asks.

“You feel so fucking good it’d be a shame to kill you.”

It’s his turn to laugh then.

Soon all laughter dies and Mulder feels the familiar jolt.

“Are you close, Scully?” he asks.

“Yeah, just…”

He touches a finger to her clit once more, circling the bud until he feels her clench around him, her hips rising off the bed, and the fluttering of muscles as she comes all around him.

A orgasming Scully becomes his favourite Scully. It sends him over the edge, spilling into her.

He wants to stay like this forever.

Scully on top of him, covering him like a blanket, sleepy, naked, and soft in his arms.

He never wants to leave this room.

There is something on his mind, however. A question. What happens when they do eventually leave this room?

He spirals.

He can’t go on pretending he’s not been inside her, that he hasn’t sat in the front row hearing her moans, felt her coming around him, felt her skin soft and warm as it is, circling the cluster of freckles on her hip and thigh.

He can’t leave this room like none of it happened.

He won’t.

“I suppose it’s time to have that conversation now.”

“What conversation?” she asks. Her own fingers are making their own circles on his chest.

“This. What just happened.”

Scully sits up, albeit sluggishly, sighing and pushing her hair out of her face. Mulder thinks he should stop touching her but taking her hands off her body requires more strength than he has right now.

“Mulder—”

“I can’t act like this didn’t happen, Scully. I won’t.”

Her hands touch his face like it’s the last time she’ll ever touch him and he holds onto her tighter hoping that it isn’t.

It’s not.

“Later,” she lays back down on his chest, adjusts herself more comfortably. “Later, I promise. I just want to stay like this a little longer.”

Later. He can give her later.

@today-in-fic

[yureismellslikefanfic]

(tw: REALLY short, unprotected sex)

short imagine:

just scara fucking you hard into the mattress, stuffing you full until you can't take any more of his seed.

[triona-tribblescore]

for the eepy suggestions, maybe one of the brothers comforting the other after a long day? :]

This is entirely self projection im sorry

Love the HC of leo working in Hueso's, but its tiring sometimes you know? :') luckily his bros can help restore a lil bit of that energy again <3

[slarxsa]

So like, yk how much Adam hates conflict? Like everytime he's not fighting with his friends all he's thinking about is how glad he is that they're not fighting and how he can stop them from fighting again? But he still ends up having the worst fights of any in the series? And like, how he's less freaked out about fighting with Ronan than he is with Gansey or blue bc he knows it's inevitable and accepts it. And he's so afraid that every time he fights with someone he becomes a little bit more like his dad and he tries so hard not to but he still ends up hurting people's feelings and he has all these destructive behaviours that he tries so hard to repress. And on surface level he seems like a bad person and an asshole and overly stubborn and easily offended but nobody hates him for it.

[greyrain23]

The woman laid in his arms, her eyes blinded from the attacks in battle. She bled out from the sword embedded into her stomach, but it had been so long that she couldn't feel the pain anymore. He had long since ordered his soldiers to find the medic back at camp, but it was taking too long.

The light, slow, gentle snowfall had been ongoing since the night before, covering the ground in a thin layer of white that was now dyed red all around the two of them. Her sightless eyes gazed up at the snow-filled clouds, a few snowflakes landing gently on her face and melting faster than she could tell.

He promised her that he'd keep her safe.. that he'd protect her, but he couldn't make to her in time.. he was on the other side of the battlefield, but the moment he saw the enemy raise their sword against her, he shoved away the one he was fighting and ran. He ran as fast as he could but he wasn't fast enough.

Now the enemy was gone, leaving a battlefield littered with different bodies of both his team and the opposing, but they didn't even cross his mind when she was bleeding out in his arms. He couldn't even do anything besides press his already blood covered hands against her wound.

She called out his name, her voice holding a small tremor. He immediately looked over at her blood-stained face that was still so beautiful, even with the cuts and show of war..

"It's quiet.."

so was her voice.. he had to lean over to hear her better. He slowly lifted his hands away from her wound when he realized that she wouldn't make it out of this place..

"..Is the snow pretty..?"

he pressed his lips together as he held back tears.. she always loved the snow, but she couldn't even see it once more before she passed. Without even raising his gaze from her face, he spoke gently. His voice was always gentle when he spoke to her, such a difference compared to when he ordered around his other soldiers.

"..mm.. it's breathtaking.. it always is.."

She gave a small, serene smile. She knew he didn't look, and she also knew the hidden meaning behind his words.. he took her hand in his, giving a gentle squeeze, which she was too weak to return.

"I'm glad.. I've always liked the snow"

..'I know'. He let out a shaking, pained breath as he watched her let her eyes fall closed before she whispered one last time.

"I hope you see me when it snows.. I'll be there.."

As he watched her, he could only give a small nod even though she wouldn't see it. The tears finally fell from his eyes when he could no longer see the small cloud her warm breath created against the cold air. He leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers, letting out quiet sobs as he hugged her limp body against his chest.

[internetada]

does this make sense

[nsharks]

DUDE dad ghost makes me soooo happy lol

i love to imagine him listening to his kid's obsession. like vid games, TV shows, etc.

LIKE... IMAGINE him listening to his son rambling about fnaf lore and he just sits there n be like "...what did this kid watch" 😭😭

lmao I love this ☠️

Ghost is a good listener. With you, with your kids. There’s always a lot of catching up to do when he gets home. Right now, he’s got a heavy arm slung over your shoulders as you sit together on the couch.

The whole family is in the living room but there’s multiple things going on at once.

Your daughter’s got a show on the telly.

Simon is fighting to keep his eyes open, because he’s fucking exhausted.

And then there’s your son, standing in front of the two of you and bouncing on the heels of his feet. Eyes bright and his voice rambling because he’d been waiting to tell his dad what he’s been up to in his absence.

“But dad, there’s like no way The Crying Robot could be Gregory because the Security Breach happens after 2023, so he’d be really old, right? And do you remember how I said that the fourth one takes place in 1983?”

Simon rubs his jaw and lies, “I remember.”

But as your son continues his rambling, Simon’s lips are grazing your ear. “What is this kid on about?”

Discreetly, you whisper back, “It’s a video game, I think.”

He groans low, only for you to hear, and gives your shoulder a squeeze. “This what you’ve been letting him get into?”

“It makes him happy,” you mutter in his ear. “He was excited to tell you about it.”

“I can see that,” he grumbles.

And although you can tell Simon is utterly confused, he keeps listening, lazily nodding along and adding in little comments to make your son happy.

“So what ‘bout the Purple Guy then?”

[palioom]

Javier Peña Narcos (2015-2017)