#j. j. | clutching at straws

[nightmarefuele]

@chaoticjoke | { hehe. }

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"You think so?" The doctor gives a little hum. Very contemplative. "Well, maybe someday you could give a speech over in Sri Lanka. Relay your experience. Might've just solved their crisis - if the elephants agree, that is."

General air of apathy about the room. That's okay; what else does a licensed psychologist expect from a self-evident case of textbook psychopathy? The professor in him would love a good look at the other potentials, of course, no question. All in good time. So Crane cants his head, breathes that abstract tinge that seems so uncanny after one has been soaking so, so (dreadfully) long in the perfume-bath to which society has succumbed.

The Joker is far from naked. Stripped of his usual fashions and fare, drugged, even so far as chained. Yet still he's a centerpiece to be thoroughly deconstructed, analyzed, criticized, brutalized. . . .

Crane's dark brow twitches of its own accord. "I think they got your height wrong." Ought to be the first matter at hand; no, all the rest is unsurprising, expected, herein is where the discrepancy lies: "Five foot ten. No, no. You're at least two inches taller. Three?"

Ice-blues that miss nothing. Eyes like carbon dioxide, frozen.

"Mmm. Such a careless lot, here at Arkham. That just won't do. No, I wouldn't be surprised in the least if you fell out of here in twenty-four hours flat. Say - do you feel that you experience fear?"

[project-sekai-facts]

The 2DMV for the Tsukasa and Rui cover of Fixer has messages in Caesar Code at a couple of points. At the start of the first verse, you see the above graphic, containing two coded messages. At the top of this graphic is

G ju xu} t ot ms gt } orr i r { zi n gz g yzxg} 444

which is written using ROT6 ASCII. When decrypted, this reads as "A drowning man will clutch at a straw...", which is an old proverb that describes someone who is in a desperate situation and will take anything to change it.

The code in the bottom left of the graphic is

Nenah qdv j wf j ut b j axdwm f rcq j l nacj rwt rwmxobdoonarwp;

which is written in ROT9 and reads in English as "Every human walks around with a certain kind of suffering;". This quote is taken from actress Taraji P. Henson, and the full quote is "Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep."

The codes at the beginning of the second verse read the same as these two do in English, but use a different ROT-N.

D gurz qlqj p dq z loof oxwfk dwd vwudz }}}

is written in ROT3 and reads as the proverb when decrypted, and

Of obi rewkx g kvuc kbyexn g sdr k mobdk usxn ypceppobsxq<

is written in ROT10 and reads as the Henson quote in English.

[since64bce]

Trumper HC: AOT CHARACTERS AS TRUMP SUPPORTERS

I'm not in Amurica or nothin so idek the guy. All I'm sayin is I think he's a funny man so lets go baby yeehaw

CHARACTERS??: CONNIE AND SASHA, MIKASA, ERWIN, REINER, BERTHOLDT, HISTORIA, PIXIS, FLOCH Warnings: Racism, Sexism, ageism, STEREOTYPING, homophobia, transphobia, swearing, soft porn, guns, terrorism, mentions of violence and molesting. (istg im nitpicking here) A/N: pls don't report me.

CONNIE + SASHA 🥹💃🕺 (Cowboy conspirators)

-I have to group them together Im sorry

-"We juhst tew keids werkin togeyther on ower dayddies raynch in teyxas"🤓🤠

-Sashas fam are a few hardened Trump veterans (it's in the braus bloodline) can you imagine her father NOT being a republican smth

-Connies fam is the same.

-Both of their dads are those weird uncles u only see @ thanksgiving once a year. NOT WEIRD IN A PEDO WAY. They the ones who talk abt the flouride makin the rats n frogs gay an whatnot. its a whole thing.

-BAsically con man🧍‍♂️ and sack nut🧍‍♀️ spend their days chewing on straw and standing outside abortion clinics. 👫

-They're probably like 12 or somthing idk

-But yes they really like trump. Hail trump✋. Worship trump🙏. Trump trump trump. Donald J trump💋. Love trump🫶. want trump👀. lick trump🫵. kiss trump🫵. Trump 4 life💪. Trump all day baby🫦. Trump👨🏽‍🦲.

-Honestly they wanna see trump more than trump wanna see them.

-Actually trump don't want to see them.

-He'd get molested, turn around and there'd be two skanky ass lookin children standing behind him how horrific.💀💀💀

-These children aren't normal

-God bless murica ✊✊ yeehaw

Mikasa es tu casa (Chilled out chad)

-Mikasa is one of them chill ones that just mind their own buisness

-Unproblematic chad😌

-She sets an example for the rest of society and shes ripped so lets all take a leaf out of mikasas book shall we

-This aint aot fr this is america 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸 so she lived happily ever after with her mama and papa ok. no weird human traffickers or nothing🖕🖕. Her parents would've been quite traditional and conservative

-I think she'd believe in the nuclear family and gender roles and what not but her beliefs would be very mild

-You can't get her fuckin forearms from making sandwiches all day babes ❤️‍🔥💪

-but yeah shes a sweetheart ilhsm💋

-And lets just say her being a trumpee is like Gods way of containing this woman

-she wouldn't have missed fr🔫

-And God forbid if she did miss cuz otherwise she'd have gone up there and done it with her bare hands baby

-casual Trump enjoyer

Erwin👱‍♂️ (Facebook warrior)

-He's one a them grandaddy Trumps💪👴. There from the very beginning.❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

-You really think old people are bad at using technology?? WRONG.

-Levi helped him set up a facebook account 💋

-And It's the only fuckin thing he knows how to use on his computer. And he plays around on with his face this🤏 close to the screen, like gurl u don't need to do that 🧍‍♂️💀💀

-just use ur monacle or whatever🤷‍♀️

-But yeah whenever he comes upon gay 🌈🌈people posts on facebook my man has a heart attack. He clutches his chest falls outta his chair as he tries to get his breathing in control. 🤯😵

-Erwin will come across a post of two girls kissing an fickin collapse istg

-And then he'll get his talons out and start producing some juicy ass hate comments👹. He can't control himself, he's like a wild beast🥴😮‍💨, its like his arthiritis stricken claws have a gravitational pull towards that keyboard

-And he doesn't understand the whole algorithm thing either

There he squats with all these gay daddies on his facebook, hate spamming ALL of them AND HE STILL DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHY FACEBOOK KEEPS SHOWING HIM THESE POSTS🤬🤬😡🫣🤷‍♀️

-He suffering multiple heart attacks a day people get this man off facebook🙌

-And then Levi will come over and see that Erwin has been writing hate comments under pictures of mens bulges on his computer🧍‍♂️

-Who gave this guy the tech knowledge to b able to cyber bully but not to close his damn tabs sheesh

-He's also become a top poster on one of the Trump groups that he follows ✊✊

-Also he uses the N word a lot 🧍‍♂️

Mr big tits (Bible, BBQ and an AK47)

-Oh my dear lovely big breasted Reiner Braun🍒🍒

-tells everyone abt how his papi went to 'nam and died when in reality his papi waz just a bich and left early🤫

-Not enough valour for him ig

-Even tho homeboy aint in the army 🫡 anymore he still stocks up more ammo than his local police department. 🫶🫰

-Hes just a🔅 cutesy little😻 hoarder with a cuetsy little collection of firearms too. 🤤🥰💖🩷🩵💙

-he will also wear cammo vests to the supermarket just to buy himself some spinach. He's a cammo boy. It's all he wears. 😮‍💨

-Aside from his gun collection and cammo obession, Reiner also loves a bit of BBQ here and there.

-believes the Founding Fathers’ original intent included God, guns, and smoked brisket.💪💪🦅🦅

-And country music of course.

-He's just a casual guy nothing too extreme😎🤠

-He owns a pair of american flag speedos tho, is confused as to why people need so many pronouns and passively aggressively competes in lawn care comps with his neighbor

-Somebody make this guy a father pls🥵😳🫃

Bechtolsheim :))))🦒🦒(Wall enthusiast)

-Oh my berty boy whom i love love love😤💕

-Let us b true with ourselves guys mr daddy long legs🕷️here has all our hearts and souls encaptured in his nice ol sweaty palms. I can tell ya now he's a man of the lord. He's down on those knees for j-dawg night'n day bro 🙏. He daps up the homeboy holy spirit on his way to bible study wit Reiner. ✝️✝️🫰

-Boy sure knows how to resist those temptations. Satan who? Sorry, B-dawg doesn't know him

-Everyone just thinks he's a nice guy 🧍🏽... which he is obv 🙄

-(In the daytime🌞, he's bertholdt, just a normal gurl💅🫦, living a normal life😸😝... but theres ✨something✨👁️👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 about him🧌🥸😱 that, no one ⁉️knows yet⁉️.... 🤨🧐cause he has secrets🤭🥵🥵👹👹👹......)

-he used to b part of a terrorist group.

-☠️

-BUT HES IS(IS) A NICE GUY HE WAS JUS A LIL BIT CONFUSED BACK THEN an thats okay baby everyone gets a bit confused sometimes.

-AND this was before he met God mkay.

-But yeah, now bertholdt has a burning descrimination against muslims.

-Its the trauma man.

-His stereotyping and racism is like a festering cancer, he fights it everyday like a champ 💃💃✊

-And what does this have to do with being a trumpee you might ask?🧐

-Immigration.

-He wants em' all deported

-SOMETIMES Berts inner darkness wins out. He wants to forget his past, he wants to throw it right outta his window!... and out of his country....🦅🦅🇺🇸🤠🍟🍔

-This boy has seen some stuff🙇🏻🥺. And he's slowly getting better with his muslophobia. He tries. The lawd is his chemo, slowly trying to vanquish this dark dark part of himself 👿🦹, bit by bit.

-Never underestimate the power of the lord. Amen.😗

(All u christians go hard tho fr, mad respect. And all u muslims out there we buddies, go snatch that Quran and be a boss kachow)

Historian Reiss (Progress? Don't you mean bull-kaka?)

-SOMEBODY CALL THE TRAD WIFES UP IN HERE👰‍♂️👰‍♂️👰‍♂️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️

-Girly says that the 1950s were PEAK even tho the closest thing to diversity back then was whether or not u liked jazz 🎶🎶😎

-Oh yeah she sure misses them polio days 🤤😻

-But in all seriousness she probs wears those big pantaloon undies😱🥶 like gurl u aint going parachuting thru the clouds just wear normal ones

-She's always googling how to make her child rearing hips bigger🤰🤰

-Not a single pair of pants in HER wardrobe. Not that she'd be able to wear them with her double storage solution underpants. Dresses and skirts ONLY.

-Also they must all be FLOOR length to hide those temptatious ankles🥵🥵😩

-Our modest queen🫡

-She aint trust no supermarket ultra processed shit food either she gets her eggs straight from her own chickens ass🦆 and she grows her own veggies n stuff. Good for her 🤙💪💪

-Although she did once collapse ffrom an iron deficiency cuz she couldn't find her own meat source poor girl

-she hit her head and was unconious for lik 3 days

-Her neighbors saw her undies before they saw her🪂🪂🪂

PIXIS (Mommy, can we put grandpa back into the retirement home now?)

-Bros worse than the braus and springer daddies👹👹👹👹

-He could not only write an entire 500-chapter-50k-words-per-chapter-ten-part book series abt gay frogs🫦, fake moon landings🙀, reptilian politicians🐸, 5G towers, Big pharma, chem trails🥵😷 ect ect ect but he could fact check the entire thing with blurry memes off facebook sent to him by his cousin randy

-He's a fuckin conspricay chad, unstoppable, admirable, irrestistable, alcoholic, crazy, cute🥺, chic, chadilicious bald man👨🏽‍🦲👨🏽‍🦲

-His children shipped him off to a home as soon as he turned 60 and his knee vaguely started hurting

-Hes too powerful

-Pixis does gets invited to special occasions tho cuz his family feel slightly bad

-He be an anti-science, pro magic, potter grade, wizard baby🧙‍♂️. Of course the government control the weather, of course climate change isn't real. 🤷‍♀️

-And he tell everryyyboodddyyy @ the dinner table baby👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

-There are actually 8 wonders of this world. His offspring. How the. frick did they turn out so normal?🤨

-Anyways he managed to manipulate his son in law once and accidently caused a divorce

-Now he only gets invited to christmas

-And somehow he sneaks flasks of whatever into his nursing home illegally seals them out to all his nursing home pals.

-He's got an army of at least 15 of them that he's planning a coup with.🥳😏

-He also owns a MAGAs hat and suffers from mild heartburn because he only eats steak

Floch (LIBERATE THE MEN, WOMEN ARE THOTS)

-Another country boy but hes a skinny country boy who doesn't own a diesel guzzling man truck or get high blood pressure from eating steak 24/7.

-He lives wit his mama and eats the pasta salad she makes him for sunday lunch. 🧑‍🌾

-But yes he's still a freaky lil fanatic👹🧑‍🌾

-Imagine he lives in a world without pimp-dawg Eren Tate-ger. Whose Floch supposed to follow??? huh??? Donald thats who. Donald trump💪🦵.

-And andrew tate of course👨🏽‍🦲

-He's one of them red pillers who can sniff out a womans virginity from a mile away

-"Wats ur body count???"

-and hes very patriotic too:

-TRUMP IS JESUS 2.0, MY MAN THONG HAS AN EAGLE ON IT,CKAWW CAWW CAWWWW SAY YOU CAN SEE BY THE DAWN EARLY LIGHT WHAT SO PROUDLY WE HAILED AND THE TWILIGHTS LAST GLEAMING🦅🦅🏈🏈🇺🇸🇺🇸???!!!!???? DADDY TRUMPS TAN IS NOT FAKE GUYS WTFFF😡😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🖕🖕🖕

-He's like a freaky little jehovah's witness guys

-he's so alpha dont you think?🐺🐺🐺

A/N: Sorry I think i fell off a bit at the end but I couldn't b bothered. Also yes ik the bertoldth one was a little wild but dont report me babes thank u very much. later losers.

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬♡︎

pairing(s): JJ Maybank x gn!reader, Pope Heyward x gn!reader, JJ Maybank x Pope Heyward

summary: You, Pope, and JJ stay the night in and have a gingerbread house contest even if you didn’t win being surrounded by the embrace of your lovers was enough to make your night

word count: 660+

warning(s): Gingerbread house making, pet names, kisses, fluff, Shrek references, Poly relationships, and language

A/n:—GIFS; @obxhub— “Denial is a River and Egypt your husband is gay.” 🤨

Your back pressed up against the leg rest of your couch while you sat on the floor a piping bag filled with uncolored white frosting sat in your hand as you used the piping tip as a glue for your last touches of candy

“No, no, no forget that. The real question is… is the Nightmare Before Christmas a Christmas movie or a Halloween movie?” JJ redirected the debate him and Pope were having for the fourth time in an hour

“It’s both!” You and Pope exclaimed in unison

“It’s both!” You and Pope exclaimed in unison

“How can a movie be two completely different genres!?” JJ argued a pack of marshmallows in his hand as he munched on the sweets rather than using them to decorate

“J There’s so many examples like romance comedy’s, supernatural and action, or Sci-fi and fantasy” You listed as Pope nodded along with Your statement in agreement

You had all been laying around your house like this for a while four hours at most you had a pretty short day at work but it was first shift and you only worked six hours 9:00am to 2:00pm so it wasn’t that bad

Or so you thought.

You had one of the worst customer experience’s ever with a women yelling about not getting the right straw for her very plain hot coffee followed by a very well overage man who couldn’t take the hints that you had quite literally turned into down right telling him to fuck off and he was being a pedophile

Once you got off you shift you couldn’t bring yourself to go to chateau you were too overwhelmed to deal with social interaction with this unusual behavior and hour after your shift you had your two boyfriends on your doorstep with reassurance and open arms

So now here you all were sitting in your living room making gingerbread houses and you were quite sure of yourself that you wouldn’t rather be anywhere or be with anyone else

“I’m almost done” Pope stated into the open not taking his eyes off of his house adding a few more swipes of frosting along the border of the cookie home you hummed just then adding the last candy on the side of your roof your house making coming to an end

JJ not paying attention finished first abandoning the idea after twenty minutes and settled on eating the sweets rather than decorating them his house was… something for sure now he just played with the string of your his sweatpants that sat on your hips

“Anddd… done!” Pope finished with a smile on his face proud of his work while you clapped for his creativity and he playfully bowed putting a hand over his heart a whipping a tear from his eye while You giggled

“You guys suck” JJ mumbled rolling his eyes while you pouted at him before pinching his cheeks as is he were a toddler smiling bright at a candy store

JJ playfully glared at you before leaning towards your face thinking the blonde was going in for a kiss you didn’t think anything of it until he took a full you turn swiping his head down taking a bite out of one of the gummy candies

“Not my gumdrop buttons!” There was a moment of silence before you all burst Into laughter the type that made you haul back and cry tears

“W- what was that” Pope forced himself to speak which only lasted a few seconds before he was back to clutching his stomach doubled over

“Y-you just gave Gingy a run for his m-money” JJ laughed once more before finally sighing his heart beating and banging against his chest without remorse lying his head down on your shoulder

You followed behind him lying you head down on popes shoulder while he laid his head on top of yours the random Christmas movie playing as background noise you all Falling into a sleep to each it’s own.

[ink-flavored]

P&J: Hate the Sin, Not the Sinner

I just realized I've never posted a full excerpt of Pride & Justice here before. Clearly this is a mistake that must be corrected. warnings: generic patriarchy and misogyny P&J Taglist: @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zonnemaagd you can also read this on my neocities site!

Like wandering in a dream, Pride paced the little dirt path that wound around the grassy field. Humans went about their little human tasks, the human spawn shrieked and ran around the brightly colored plastic castle. They didn’t notice him, their eyes clouding with a convenient fog of forgetfulness when they tried. Pride swung his tail side to side while he aimlessly walked, painting a curious arc. He hadn’t been to Earth since… how long had it been?

A human man stomped down the footpath toward him. A deep scowl marred his face, leash clutched in a tight fist, attached to a bouncing straw-colored dog that couldn’t have been happier. The closer he got, a tingling sensation on the tip of Pride’s tongue grew. Appearing out of nowhere, a tart flavor washed through his mouth, puckeringly sour and saccharine sweet all at once. Pride grinned through the overwhelming taste, relishing a feeling long unfelt. The taste of the sin of pride, and a soul that needed a bit of a nudge down the stairs.

Pride stopped walking. The human approached, marching along with his dog, oblivious to the demon lying in wait. The closer he got, the stronger the sharp taste of his uncommitted sin. As if he wasn’t there at all, the man stalked right past Pride, not even sparing him a glance. Pivoting on his heel, Pride followed until they were step-in-step, until the smoke curling off his horns tickled the human’s nose. No reaction to that either. Pride forgot how fun it was to be able to hide in plain sight.

“Alright, buddy,” he said, giving the man a friendly clap on the shoulder. “What’s going on?”

For a split second, the man looked bewildered to be addressed. Pride pushed out with his tendrils of influence, latching onto the potential to sin that radiated from his soul. The confusion evaporated as his eyes flashed a crimson red, matching the glow of Pride’s and the flickering flames of Hell.

“Trouble in paradise,” the human grumbled, talking to him as if he were an old friend. “Can’t get two seconds into the weekend before my wife starts bombarding me with a list of chores to do.” The dog trotting at his heels whined, tugging on its leash. He made a harsh noise and pulled it back.

“She wants you to do chores?” Pride repeated. “After everything you do for the family already?”

“That’s what I said! I work all goddamn week to provide for my goddamn family—the least a guy can do is get a break every once in a while.”

“It’s awful that she can’t see everything you do for her. For your kids.”

“The kids—that’s another thing. She said I need to be spending more time with the kids, but how am I supposed to do that when she’s giving me all this extra work? I’m in the office enough as it is. For the family.”

“Isn’t that enough? You’re putting a roof over their heads, aren’t you?” 

“Not sure who’d be paying the bills without me, I’ll tell you that.”

“Exactly. And she’s not grateful? She wants you to do more work?” Pride clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You’re not getting the appreciation you deserve, my friend.”

The dog barked, low and aggressive, tugging back on the leash again. “Hey!” the man barked back. “No, Butterscotch, sit.”

Butterscotch did not sit, stopping in its tracks and growling. Pride jumped in front of the human, putting space between himself and the animal that was too smart for its own good.

“You want to know what I think?” he asked, and the man faced him with rapt attention. “I think you should tell her everything you’re thinking. You’re the reason they have it so good. You don’t deserve to be treated with all this disrespect.”

“You know what I think?” the man asked in kind, digging his phone out of his pocket. “I think I will.”

And oh what a sweet thing it was for a sin to be realized and acted upon, to see a soul condemn itself in real time. Pride grinned ear to ear.

“And hey,” he said, leaning in to make one last suggestion, “just between us?”

The man paused, watching him intently. His dog barked and tugged.

Pride put a hand to the side of his mouth and pretended to whisper. “She’s kind of a bitch.”

Butterscotch tore free of its leash and lunged for him. Pride jumped off the path into the grass and snapped the cord of his power short. The red glow vanished.

Phone pressed to his ear, the man stopped seeing him, eyes clouding once again. The dog continued to bark up a storm, but aimlessly, unable to find the target it once despised. It wheeled all around searching, until the human jogged over, empty collar and leash dangling from his fist.

“Come here, Butterscotch,” he scolded. Butterscotch dashed to his feet, whining and hopping on its back legs. The man wrestled the collar back on, phone pinched between his ear and shoulder. “Yeah—I’m still here, honey, the dog got loose. ”

Pride slipped away, a new spring in his step. It had been so long since he flexed his muscles up here, face-to-face with potential sinners. All he had to do was convince them their worst instincts were good ideas, and suddenly there was nothing even God could do to stop them. It wasn’t even that hard. He forgot how much fun it was to urge them into their egos, to be the whisper in their minds, and disappear without a trace. As far as they knew, he never existed.

The plastic castle squatted in the distance, crawling with humans and their offspring. Teeming with potential, if Pride had to guess, for sins of all kinds. And as the root of all sin himself, how could he possibly refuse?

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

Okay I'm finally getting round to typing this out. I have so many people who just refuse to believe me or even consider what I'm saying (aka lack critical thinking skills).

isn't it freaking sus that there is a HD picture of tae and his manager, but the video looks like its filmed on a Nokia brick? Surely if they had their fancy camera out to take a clear as day pic (but not a video) of tae's face when he wasn't with that girl, they would have got the money shot to pin tae and j together? Is it no one else but you and I who thinks that this isn't just them revealing their relationship, and whoever has planned this have left enough room for plausible deniability?

isn't it interesting how this video and the pics came out after the non-taekookers started to really question whether taekook might be real after the dreamers premier? It really did have a lot of people thinking... funny how this video is what came next. seems almost like someone was trying to cover something up, especially if this video was taken some months ago.

someone said t and j were leaving nice at the same time, and they were at the airport together. only, she has a concert literally tomorrow, so has to get across the world before soundcheck at midday (where there is a forward time difference from France), in like 12 hours? bffr. also they weren't anywhere near each other, he's going to Korea and she's probably going to her next stop on the tour, and tj's are just clutching at straws to prove something...

tae wearing the yogi bear jacket, as well as his Oscar Wilde top at the dreamers premiere etc. all very telling.

It makes me so mad that people just don't use their brains.

Welcome to the land of the sane ones where we think rationally (most of the time lol) and where we too see what you see. You have spoken, and you've been heard.

[viewfromthelake]

Doing a web search for some 7th Doctorisms, I came across this vintage 1993 post from rec.arts.drwho:

Thomas J. Lee:

Greetings, Whovians,

At last I've remembered to bring from home the list I made of all the Seventh Doctor's confused sayings from "Time and the Rani." These are all I heard. (I also drew a neat picture of Sylvester McCoy, but that doesn't translate to ASCII too well.)

Fit as a trombone A bad workman always blames his fools It's a lottery, and I've drawn the short plank A little portentious, perhaps, Mel? Absence makes the nose grow longer More hasta, less vista A kangaroo never forgets The proof of the pumpkin's in the squeezing Fair exchange is no mockery Where there's a will, there's a Tom, Dick, and a Harriet A bat may look at a Time Lord All good things come to a blend Here's a turn-up for the kook! There's none so deaf as those who clutch at straws A bird in the hand keeps the Doctor away Out of the frying pan, into the mire A fool and his theory are soon parted Blessed are the piemakers, for they shall make our pastry Every dogma has its day Two wrongs don't make a left turn! Right! He who dares, spins As you snore, so shall you sleep Waste net, want net Where there's a will, there's a beneficiary A miss is as good as a smile Memory like a dromedary Time and tide melts the snowman

-- Thomas J Lee -- tj...@columbia.edu --

"Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly." -- G. K. Chesterton

[odinsson2021]

The Playlist of my Tonights Show!

Thank you for listening!!!

Stormwitch-Rondo ala Turca-Eye of the Storm-1989-(Hot Blood Records) Zinny J. Zan-Heartbreak City-Lullabies for the Masses-2022-(Wild Kingdom Records) Thunder Rising-Scratches on the Hood-Back to the Time of Rock-2022-(MFTM Records) Steve Dalton-Bloodstained-Primitive-2022-(Pride&Joy Music) Squared-Clutching at Straws-Strange Affairs-2022-(Eigenproduktion) Skid Row-The Gang’s all here-The Gang’s all here-2022-(earMusic) Michael Monroe-I Live to fast to Die young- I Live to fast to Die young-2022-(Silver Lining Music) Love in Chains-Darkness falls-Everyday Heroes-2022-(Idora Entertainment) Lessmann/Voss-Smoke without a Fire-Rock is our Religion-2022-(Atomic Fire Records) Tragedy-Venus-I am Woman-03.03.2023-(Napalm Records) Journey-United we stand-Freedom-2022-(Frontiers Records) Jeff Scott Soto-Love is the Revolution-Complicated-2022-(Frontiers Records) H.E.A.T.-Back to rthe Rhythm-Force Majeure-2022-(earMusic) Graham Bonnet Band-Brave New World-Day out in Nowhere-2022-(Frontiers Records) Drive at Night-wake up-Echoes of an Era-2022-(Pride&Joy Music) Katatonia-Austerity-Sky Void of Stars-20.01.2023-(Napalm Records) Supreme Unbeing-Judgement Day-Enduring Physicality-2022-(Eigenproduktion) Mentalist-Forbidden Fruits-Empires Falling-2022-(Pride&Joy Music) Xandria-The Wonders still Awaiting- The Wonders still Awaiting-03.02.2023-(Napalm Records) Visions of Atlantis-Master the Hurricane-Pirates-2022-(Napalm Records) Unchained Horizon-Through the Storm-Fallen Kingdom-2022-(Pure Steel Records) Ozzy Osbourne-Patient Nr. 9- Patient Nr. 9-2022-(Epic Records) Jorn-Dead London-Over the Horizon Radar-2022-(Frontiers Records) Ironflame-Where Madness Dwells- Where Madness Dwells-2022-(High Roller Records) Fozzy-Omen-Boombox-2022-(Mascot Records) Blind Guardian-Mr. Sandman (Single)-1996-(Virgin Records)

[nightmarefuele]

@chaoticjoke || { a scarecrow, for the lovely joker }

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Sound of the overhead entry/exit detector coming on. Red sound, red as its light and just as angry.

"You know," as he was closing a door that bore an uncanny similitude to the inside of a vault, "they told me I wasn't right to come in here alone. Said I would have to come with an armed escort - well-meaning, but incorrect, of course. I have all the clearances."

Dr. Jonathan Crane relaxed both hands around the handle of his metal briefcase, in front of his body. The expression he wore was one of transparent, nigh on blissful triumph. He almost looked peaceful.

"The Joker," he said, velveteen voice welcomed by claustrophobic walls in a little white box. "In the very conspicuous flesh." One table. Two chairs. Handcuffs - and the hands they held were, somehow, still smeared with paint. "You've been in Arkham eight hours, without a single incident or conflict with inmates, staff, or guards, and you've already set off a stir."

You could feel it. Step inside the premises and it was like the place itself had been reconfigured on a chemical equation of unease.

"I think they're more afraid of your inactivity than anything they've heard on Gotham News. Well," little smirk; coy shrug. "- so far."

[demi-raven]

It was a scene from a movie on a screen, but also I was living it from within the body of Michael J Fox, so when I say "I/me", that's who I'm talking about.

It's set in olden times, almost like a Western type film. It's late at night and there's a cabin in the middle with lights on inside. I'm approaching it and I know the bad guys are in there. Surrounding the cabin are many trees and shrubbery, throwing long shadows on the sandy, dusty ground. Where the cabin light ends, the surrounding night is pitch black.

As I approach, one of the bad guys looks out and spots me. There's an exchange of words, but then he shoots me twice in the shoulder. "I got him!", he shouts and the others rejoice.

It hurts like a motherfucker but I know exactly what I must do to save myself (because I've seen the end of this movie before (?)). I stumble into the darkness and out of sight. In my pocket I'm carrying the Thing. It's extremely valuable, irreplaceable, and I know they want it badly.

While the hot blood gushes down my torso, I sneak as quickly and silently as I can, looking for a good hiding place which I could memorize. There's a funny-looking shrub. I'll choose the tree diagonally behind it. When I'm behind the tree, I fall on my knees and bury the treasure between the roots with my bare hands, covering it with sand and straw. Then I quickly loop around to approach the cabin from a different direction.

They open the door to see me approach. I clutch my shoulder, I'm loosing quite a lot of blood now. "There's no way you can fight", says the biggest baddest man, smiling. "Just hand it over".

"It's not here", I say and I can see his smile freeze. "There's no chance you'll find it without me. Never. So we best hope that I don't bleed out, eh?"

I fall painfully onto the floor, but I smile. He swears loudly, shouting instructions and blame at his minions. They carry me inside and get to work at saving my life, pulling the two bullets out with tweezers.

I had a dream during the night and it was a movie starring Michael J Fox. Even while dreaming it I couldn't figure out if this is a real movie I've seen before (it felt so familiar) or if I was literally making it up as I went.

[sohin-ace]

Josuke & Okuyasu - Magazine

Inspired by that one fanart I can't use because I can't find the artist.

Enjoy~

'Boys will be boys'.

We don't count the times this excuse was used to justify the hormone-driven and often stupid decisions or behaviors of male teenagers.

This applies to our two protagonists, Josuke and Okuyasu who just happened to be at that age where boys were curious about their own selves but most importantly of course, curious about the opposite sex.

They couldn't really be blamed, sexuality was a normal part of a teenager's life after all. Which may or may not imply them oogling questionable things here and there or watching specific videos, for instance.

Josuke and Okuyasu decided to feast their eyes as a part of their numerous 'bro dates' as they called them, and made it a regular thing.

Of course, they made these moments very secret. Only them could know what sinful things they were doing after school. They trusted no one else than each other and nobody should ever know about their activities.

They especially couldn't let a girl know about their shenanigans. Oh no, that would be an absolute disaster if they were to be caught red-handed by a girl from their school. They would have to carry the heavy title of 'disgusting perverts', stamped right on their foreheads for the rest of their highschool years, if not their life.

One day as they got out of school, they decided to check out the X-rated section of a local konbini, section placed strategically in the far corner of the shop, and opened some nice porn magazine for their needy eyes. As one does.

"Yoooo Josuke check this out!" Okuyasu exclaimed to his friend while pointing to one of the pages, already blushing madly and coughing up an impressed chuckle.

"Oh my god!!" Josuke whisper-yelled to his friend, trying to not catch people's attention. "That's hot! You think those boobs are real?"

They kept on drooling over pictures of sexy women in bikinis or underwear and posing suggestively for 10 more solid minutes, completely forgetting about their surroundings.

They weren't really worried about getting caught as the section they were in was pretty far away from the entrance of the store and nobody really passed by this corner of the shop anyways.

As they were in their own little fantasy world, they didn't notice a certain H/C haired female coming up behind them.

"Hey isn't that the red head girl from last time?" Josuke commented as he pointed at a certain picture.

"The one who was licking a cherry? Yeah I think so." Replied his tan best friend who started chuckling.

"Who even licks cherries like that?"

"I don't know but she can lick my cherry if you know what I'm sayin'~"

They both snorted obnoxiously and stupidly to themselves until they suddenly heard a very familiar someone right behind them.

"Hey guys! What's up!"

The boys jumped, screaming high pitched 'Eeeks' and 'Uwahs' at the sound of your sweet voice startling them into the worst heart attack they'd ever experience, threatening to cut their short lives even shorter.

Josuke nearly dropped the lewd magazine from his clammy hands and they both turned around abruptly, sweating bullets as they desperately and clumsily hid the piece of dirty evidence behind their backs.

'Oh no. God, everything but not this...' They both thought in unison, as if connected.

The last thing they could have ever expected or wanted, was seeing YOU, of all people, here out of all places and now, out of all times. They really had the worst luck. Suddenly, getting struck by thunder seemed appealing.

"O-o-oh hey Y/N-chan..." Okuyasu stuttered shakily, still sweating profusely.

"What uh... Ahem... What are you doing... here...?" Josuke continued clearing his tight throat and eyeing his best friend with rising anxiety.

The boys were silently communicating, trying to come up with anything, any excuse to either hide their shameful crime from you, or make you leave as soon as possible. They had to work their so-called 'bro-telepathy' like they never did before.

"I was passing by to get some strawberry milk, but then I recognized your hair in the distance! I'm so glad to see you!" You smiled angelically at them while showing them your little pink carton of strawberry milk like it was some prize.

You were beaming so brightly at them, they almost had to squint at your radiating light and beauty. Oh no this was bad, they were both striked by you like an arrow right through their heart.

'She.... SHE'S TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD!' They both screamed in their heads.

You, in particular, should never know about what they were doing. EVER. You were way too pure and too innocent for this. Who knows what your reaction would be if you discovered their lewd secrets? Would you judge them? Be disgusted by them? Never talk to them ever again? They couldn't possibly risk that.

Sadly, they were not as glad to see you here as you were to see them. You eventually asked them the oh-so-dreaded question that they wished you'd never ask.

"So, what were you boys doing? Reading manga?" You leaned over to the side slightly trying to see what they were hiding behind their backs and they both panicked.

Obviously you didn't notice the big 'R18' sign over all three of your heads and surely, you couldn't know what this part of the store was since you probably never checked it in your entire life.

In an amazingly coordinated moment, Josuke swiftly handed the magazine to Okuyasu while walking towards you, passing in front of the Jobro, the action completely hidden from your sight.

Josuke came in front of you and grabbed your shoulders, smiling big and trying to act as natural as he could.

"Aah um yes! Manga! Actually there's this one manga I wanted to show you, good thing you're here!" The pompadour-haired haafu was still obviously in utter panick, even if he tried his best to play it cool.

As Josuke was trying to deflect your attention from their guilty pleasure, Okuyasu took this advantage to turn around and scurriedly hide the magazine back in it's original shelf.

You were confused at their shady behavior and furrowed your eyebrows a little bit. You noticed Josuke was sweating and panting slightly, but your eyes traveled to Okuyasu fumbling with the magazines behind and you tried to make out what he was doing.

But Josuke wouldn't let you discover their evil plan for anything in the world, and so, he cupped both your cheeks in his large hands earning a gasp from you as he almost squished them, and turned your head back to face him.

He leaned down to your height and your eyes widened, puzzled by his spontaneous actions.

"Y/N Look at me! Look at my eyes!" He stared at you with a serious expression and you blushed at his sudden bold act and how close he was.

"J-jojo...?" You yelped as your heart was beating fast in your chest.

You were so confused as to what the hell was going on and why they were acting so weird. You knew the two could be up to some truly bizarre adventures sometimes, but that was just so strange.

Whatever they were trying to distract you from, it was working. His face was so close to yours, and his big hands were so warm, you subconsciously put your small ones over his wrists in response, face now red with blood and adrenaline.

You were beyond puzzled at everything that was happening, but you were so lost in Josuke's ocean blue eyes, you completely forgot about what Okuyasu was hiding so clumsily.

Speak of the devil, the tan male suddenly came up to you both, and Josuke released you from his grasp as his best friend made a surprisingly genius offer.

"Ohh Y/N, you didn't pay for that milk yet, right? Good, it's my treat then! Josuke, let's get some too! I'm thirsty."

The scar-faced boy casually wrapped a large arm around your shoulders and swiflty turned you around in his strong hold, effectively dragging you away from the adult section of the store, and barely letting you any time to even glance at the overly sexual display around you.

"Eh? What about that manga you wanted to show me?" You looked back at Josuke, regaining your composure slowly.

"Oh that? Never mind, it's not important anyway- Hey Okuyasu, do you want banana flavor or chocolate?" The fourth Jojo quickly changed the subject as he opened the fridge doors and picked up some drinks.

"You guys are acting so weird today..." You loved the boys, and they usually brought you into their messes, that wasn't anything new, but sometimes you really couldn't understand them. "I'll go wait in line while you guys make up your minds."

You gently patted Okuyasu's chest who almost forgot to let you go and you walked away towards the cash register.

When you were finally out of earshot, they both stared at each other, thinking of how they just dodged a bullet so big, it might as well just have been an atomic bomb.

"D-dude... That was so clutch man...." Josuke sighed, still swallowing his stress out and his best friend only shut his eyes and cringed before grabbing his drink.

"Just shut up, let's not talk about it..."

"Aaahh!!" Okuyasu let out a loud sigh of delight as he sipped his banana milk. "Man, that hit the spot."

"Yeah! Nothing better than some fresh milk in the summer. Great idea Y/N."

You three walked out of the store and headed back home, enjoying your drinks. You giggled at their over-the-top reaction and handed them your own carton.

"You guys want to try strawberry flavor?"

"Oohh~" Okuyasu gushed before smirking and taking the item from your hands. "An indirect kiss from my little Y/N! Lucky~"

Josuke gasped and snatched the drink as well, snickering when he was done. "Can't say no when she's the one who proposed huehue!"

"Well you both drank from the same straw, so technically you two kissed too!" You laughed at their priceless shocked facial expressions.

"WHAT?!"

"Naah dude, no homo, no homo." Josuke patted his friend's back, reassuring him with the holy expression famous for saving countless men from potential homosexuality.

Okuyasu sighed in relief. "Yeah, no homo! Still in the bro zone, bro."

You snorted at their questionable reasoning and kept on walking when you suddenly saw two familiar faces coming towards you.

"Oh! It's Koichi and Yukako!" You waved and smiled at the couple who approached you.

"Oh hey guys, what are you doing?" The short male greeted with a smile.

"Oh nothing much, I bumped into them in the konbini." You sheepishly answered and Yukako quirked an eyebrow at the two suspicious looking males next to you.

"Really?" She feigned, still staring at them. "What were they doing without you I wonder..."

"I don't know, reading manga I think? I'm not sure, they wouldn't tell me." You tried to look between her and them and they seemed to glare at the girl as hard as she did them.

"Huh?" She scoffed and shifted her weight on one leg." I bet you guys were reading porn again. Y/N I can't believe your patience around those guys."

"HUUUHHH???" Koichi yelled in pure surprise at the revelation and you three widened your eyes.

"YOU FREAKIN- OH MY GOD SHUT UP!" Okuyasu gasped and screamed at the girl who was smirking in victory.

"W-what?" You stuttered and looked at the two visibly stressed boys. "Po-... I don't- ... What??"

"Y/N DON'T LISTEN TO HER SHE'S LYING!" Josuke guiltily tried to reason as you covered your mouth in shock.

"Well it's the truth, right? Did I hit a sensitive subject, perhaps?" The brunette chuckled cutely, infuriating your friends even more.

"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"

Josuke sprinted towards Yukako who easily hoisted her awe-struck boyfriend over her shoulder and ran for dear life, having no regrets whatsoever.

An old one. A very old fic, it hurts to read it. I'm going to go ahead and post some old stuff I wrote just to get them out of my drafts. I hope they'll be enough for my beautiful gangsters.

[eddieeatsass]

If you’re accepting prompts can I get a small smutty Bichie one shot? Preferably including a lollipop and Bill with an oral fixation

I clearly don't know the definition of "small"... so here's 4k words instead uhhhhhhI'msosorry please enjoy this debauchery

Read over on AO3 or under the cut ♡

A lollipop is simply a lollipop until you give it to Bill Denbrough; when in his clutches it becomes a weapon of arousal. It would be fundamentally impossible to see Bill sucking on a lollipop and not pop a boner. Well, maybe it would be possible if you didn't have a dick, and oh what Richie would give to be in that category right now.

The thing is, Bill always seemed to have something in his mouth. He was a chronic nail biter, went through two packs of gum a day, was known to bum a cigarette off Bev every once in a while, and Richie's pretty sure he even caught him sucking his thumb one time at a sleepover.

But lollipops were by far the worst.

"My mom is gonna kill me."

Richie was snapped out of his hyper fixation, his attention pulled back into the conversation as Eddie voiced his newest worry.

"You can borrow one of my shirts if we stop by my place on the way back." Stanley offered, eyeing the big brown stain that now interrupted the pink of Eddie's sweater.

"She'll notice if I'm wearing a different shirt." Eddie objected, scrubbing at the spot with a napkin.

"We can throw yours in the wash and you'll be wearing it again by the time you go home." Beverly suggested, trying to defuse Eddie’s heightening anxiety.

"Yeah, my parents won't mind." Stan added encouragingly.

"This is the last time I ever order a chocolate shake. From now on, vanilla only." Eddie grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly.

"Awe come on Eds, we all know you’re anything but vanilla.” Richie joked, jumping at the opportunity to think about someone else’s sex life instead of his own.

“Fuck off, Rich.” Eddie snapped back with little bite.

“It’s not a secret, we all know you’re a little freaky-”

“You’re the freak! Quit talking about my personal business!” Eddie was getting red in the face, but around him the rest of the Losers were doing little to hide their snickers. Even Bill, whose mouth pulled into a grin around that fucking lollipop.

And Richie was back to square one.

“My parents are gonna be home in a couple hours so if we want the house to ourselves, we should go now.” Stan mentioned, standing up from his spot at the corner of their booth, allowing Bill, Beverly, and Eddie to file out after him.

“So, we’re not going to the Quarry anymore?” Ben asked, sliding out of the other side of the booth and throwing an extra ten dollars on the table as a tip. He grabbed one of the complimentary lollipops that had been left with their receipt and began unwrapping it.

“We won’t have time if we want to keep Eddie alive.” Mike mentioned.

“Then perish.” Richie said, straight faced.

“We don’t all h-have to go to S-S-Stanley’s.” Bill said, drawing Richie’s attention back, once again, to his sinful mouth.

This was becoming a problem.

They ended up splitting three ways; Eddie, Stanley, and Mike went off on their attempt to save Eddie’s shirt, Ben and Beverly decided to go on to the quarry, and Richie ended up sticking with Bill after they’d both agreed that it was too hot to stick to their original plans.

Though, Richie would probably have agreed with Bill no matter what he’d decided.

They arrived at Bill’s place twenty minutes later, heaving hot breaths from their trek in the summer sun.

"You want s-s-something t-to drink?" Bill panted, toeing off his shoes at the doorway but not bothering to chastise Richie when he kept his on.

"Depends whacha got, Denbrough." Richie followed him into the kitchen, hopping up on the countertop as Bill opened the fridge.

"Coke, orange j-juice, and m-milk." Bill announced, his head hidden behind the big metal door.

"Toss me a coke." Richie decided easily, never one to pass up the opportunity for more sugar.

Bill resurfaced with two cans in hand, passing one to Richie and carrying the other across the room where he reached into the cabinet that held the straws.

"Why do you drink everything through a straw?" Richie asked, his cock giving an annoying twitch as Bill brought the straw to his lips and took a sip before answering.

"It just tastes b-better that way." Bill shrugged.

Richie could feel the joke forming in his throat before he could think better than to speak it.

"I know something else that tastes better cumming straight from the straw."

Damn his quick wit.

Bill froze, straw caught between those pretty pink lips as he stared at Richie with an unreadable expression.

"It's your penis, isn't it." Bill deadpanned.

"Yep." Richie responded, popping the 'p' at the end of his statement in sync with him hopping off the counter.

"N-not some of your best work, Rich-ch-ie." Bill teased, biting down around his straw with a flirty grin.

Richie's face flushed a violent shade of red, having to do a double take just to check that his mind hadn't hallucinated the way Bill had smiled at him. But before he could dwell on it too much, Bill retreated to the other room.

The next few hours were torture on Richie’s dick. Bill seemed to find something new to stick in his mouth every two god damn minutes. He was like a badly trained dog.

After the straw, Bill produced a box of pocky which he spent the next hour idling chewing and sucking on. When they finished off the box, he chewed on his fingernails as they watched TV. His pencil was the next victim when they decided to try and do some homework. And finally, as they abandoned their homework for video games, Bill found a toothpick, rolling it around in his mouth like he was fucking Tom Hardy.

But at least things were contained until Richie lost the game of Mario Cart and flopped back on the bed dramatically, resulting in his lollipop from earlier tumbling out of his pocket.

“You n-never ate y-y-your lollipop?” Bill noted, picking up the small, wrapped item and twirling it in his fingers.

Richie’s not sure why his throat immediately went dry.

“I sort of forgot I had it.”

Bill eyed it with interest, which interested Richie far more than it should. He cocked an eyebrow and proceeded cautiously.

“Do you want it?”

Bill’s eyes darted back to Richie’s, quickly schooling his expression as if he’d been caught.

“Only if you d-don’t.” Bill said, trying for nonchalance, but the catch in his voice betrayed him.

A long pause stretched between them, their eyes locked in an unspoken challenge.

“I’m starting to think I do, actually.” Richie responded with much more fervor than the topic demanded.

Bill watched as Richie took the lollipop from him and began unwrapping the small red sucker. The sound from their video game’s pause screen faded into the background as blood rushed past Richie’s eardrums.

Richie was vulgar, all the Losers knew that; he’d been making jokes about his dick since he first learned he had one. But this was something different. Richie wasn’t trying to be vulgar, he was trying to be… something new.

He popped the lollipop into his mouth, keeping hold of the stick so he could hollow out his cheeks and pull it back out, allowing the round candy to stretch his lips as they parted for it.

Richie continued his ministrations for another minute, keeping his eyes locked on Bill’s, whose own were locked on Richie’s mouth.

Richie, self admittedly, had no idea what he was doing. He tried to channel the pornstars he'd watched, to summon some of their sex appeal to guide him along this unfamiliar experiment. But after a moment, he realized the best person to model himself after was already sitting right in front of him.

Richie thought back to how Bill had been devouring his lollipop back at the diner, how his eyes had gone hazy, his attention far away as he moved his tongue around the sucker like it was second nature. His lips had been shiny with saliva, tinted redder than usual by the cherry flavoring.

Richie took the lollipop out of his mouth and dragged it across his lips lightly, as if he were applying lipstick. It glided easily, sticky with spit, and did the job as it left Richie with a tinted smirk.

He loosened his jaw and let it fall open, allowing his tongue to loll out to lick a stripe up the lollipop in what he hoped was a good imitation of what one would do with a cock. To be fair, Richie had never sucked a cock before, so he was blindly guessing. But it seemed to do the trick, because Bill's eyes suddenly broke from their trance, squeezing shut.

"Not f-f-fair, R-Rich..." Bill's voice was broken, mimicking something between a whine and a whisper.

"You want something to suck on, Billy?" Richie asked, surprising himself with his sure-fire tone.

Bill was still for a moment, but when he opened his eyes again, there was something new behind his blown-out black pupils. He nodded meekly, as if scared to admit anything aloud just yet.

"Well jeez, Bill. I've only got the one." Richie gestured with his lollipop, as if to prove his point. “I may have something else for you to suck on though.”

It was a poor attempt at a joke, absent of the usual air of humor that accompanied Richie’s jests. But maybe that’s because it wasn’t much of a joke at all; even though neither of them were quite ready to admit it, they could both feel the change in the air between them.

“Anything.” Bill’s voice was still quiet, but it had steadied out as if the prospect of Richie’s suggestion had sated something in him. Richie had to suppress a shiver.

Richie twisted his body to spring off the mattress, and the sudden action caused Bill to follow, moving himself to sit up on his knees and face where Richie stood at the end of the bed.

Neither of them knew how to proceed, cautious to cross the other’s boundary but excited by the new thrum in the air. Richie was the first to move.

He removed the lollipop from his mouth and place it on Bill’s nightstand before reaching forward and cupping Bill's chin, tipping his head up to lock their eyes. Moving slowly, allowing Bill time to move away if he wanted, he let the pad of his thumb gently trace the outline of rosy red lips, and Bill obediently opened under the touch. He darted his tongue out to lick at Richie's finger, wrapping around it and leading him back into his open gape. Once Richie's thumb was resting inside the warm entrance, Bill closed his lips around his knuckle, and with the most confidence Richie had ever seen on Bill, he began to suck.

It was the filthiest thing Richie had ever fucking witnessed in person, and for a moment he was sure he'd been transported to some alternate porn dimension. Bill moved like he knew exactly what he was doing. Richie wondered absently if Bill had done this before, not sucking the life out of someone's thumb, but sucking the life out of something else.

Bill's tongue licked up the sides of his finger like he was trying to catch the drips from a popsicle, and then he was biting down gently into the pad of his thumb, making Richie shiver delightfully.

He pulled off with a heave of breath before uttering four words that were enough to leave Richie speechless.

"Let me taste you." Bill begged.

Richie could have cum on the spot at the mere fact that Bill was so lust-drunk just from sucking on his finger that he didn't even stutter. But if he did, he'd miss out on probably the best blowjob of his life (the only blowjob of his life, thus far), so he had to keep it together.

Now, let it be known that Richie isn't proud of how quickly he whipped out his dick. There was no grace, no sensual teasing or tantalizing movements; it was all fumbling fingers and uncoordinated shimmies as he struggled to get his dick to hit the air before Bill somehow decided to change his mind.

"Uh... Taa-daaaaa." Richie pointed in the direction of his erection with two unsure hands, an awkward moment passing until Richie glanced upwards.

Bill wore an amused smirk when Richie reverted his attention back to him. It was endearing, but Richie already missed the blissed out, desperate expression he'd had not mere seconds ago.

So, Richie decided he would just have to do better. If he wanted to wipe that smirk off Bill’s face, he’d have to step up. No more awkwardness or unsure movements, Richie needed to take control.

Besides, his life moto was "fake it 'till you make it", why couldn't it apply here as well?

Richie willed his hand to stop shaking before he reached out and carded his fingers through familiar auburn locks, pushing them off Bill's forehead and holding them back with a firm grip. That same grip allowed him to pull Bill's head forward, leading him until he was right in front of Richie's cock.

That look that Richie was chasing slowly began to filter back in. Bill's eyes glazed over as he gazed down at the leaking head being offered to him, his jaw going slack as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, and finally his whole body followed as it slumped forward with the first lick to Richie's head.

Richie felt drunk, his own head swimming with arousal and a lack of blood flow. Bill looked so good like this; Richie wasn't sure he would ever recover from the image.

But if looks alone were enough to kill, the feeling of Bill's mouth must have summoned him back from the afterlife just to murder him a second time.

When this was all over and Richie had had his brains blown out of him, literally, he was gonna have a lot of questions for Bill. Mainly, had he done this before, and if not, then where the hell had he learned to do that thing with his tongue.

It wasn't long before Bill ceased his lapping and moved to take Richie into his mouth in full. Richie wasn't one to brag (a lie he told himself) but he could physically see the strain on Bill's jaw as it struggled to open wide enough to take his whole cock. Though, if Richie were being honest with himself, it probably had more to do with the size of Bill's mouth than the size of Richie's appendage. But for the moment he allowed himself the ego-boost.

"Bill, jesus fuck, that feels good..." Richie's own voice came out unfamiliar to him, wavering far more than he'd have liked. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"You've always looked good with something between your lips, but fuck, it's like you were made for this."

Bill disconnected from Richie's cock with a wet slurp and Richie had to swallow down the noise his body tried to make in response.

"S-s-so you w-were staring at the d-diner earlier." Bill's gaze was mischievous, as if he'd caught Richie in a lie and now he'd earned himself a prize.

"I'm pretty sure everyone was staring, Billy. You were basically fellatio-ing the damn lollipop."

"F-fellatio-ing isn't a word R-Richie."

"I'm the one getting fellatio'd right now, I think I'd know."

"Well, you won't be for m-m-much longer i-if you keep making up w-w-words."

"How do I shut you up? Where's your off button."

Bill glanced down at the cock still held in his hand, and then slowly raked his eyes back up Richie's form. The implication was clear, and Richie was more than happy to oblige.

Richie replaced Bill's hand with his own, his other flying back into Bill's hair to pull him closer. He led Bill back to the head of his cock, taking a moment to paint his lips with the pre-cum that had pearled at the slit. Bill's lips felt like velvet as he rubbed himself against them, but it wasn't nearly enough.

“Open.” Richie commanded, honestly surprised when he was met with obedience instead of a snarky remark. It made his cock twitch as it entered Bill’s mouth.

No more accurate definition of euphoria came to mind as Richie sunk into the heat of Bill’s mouth, shuddering as every inch of his cock was enveloped. Bill kept his eyes squeezed shut as he willed his jaw to take everything Richie was giving him.

When Richie felt the head of his cock reach resistance, he still had about half of his shaft exposed. There was nowhere else to go unless Richie was going to start feeding it down Bill’s throat, and while that thought did make a new rush of arousal flood his body, he didn’t think now would be the best time to try it.

At the pause in movement, Bill opened his eyes, blinking away tears that had gathered along his eyelashes. Richie could see the cogs turning in Bill’s head as he assessed the situation in front of him in the same way Bill problem solved every roadblock he encountered: with reckless determination.

Bill tried to move himself forward, quickly realizing his mistake as his gag reflex kicked in. The resulting noise was so much hotter than it had any right to be, and Richie had to physically hold himself back from trying to trigger it again.

In stubborn acceptance, Bill brought his hand up to circle around the rest of the shaft he couldn’t fit inside his mouth. Richie loosened his grip on Bill’s hair to allow him to move however he needed, and instantly Bill’s head began bobbing in tandem with small twists of his wrist.

“Holy shit, ahhhhh- what the fuck D-Denbrough.” Richie’s words spilled out in a rush, tripping over themselves with a quiver.

Bill pulled back until only the crown of Richie’s cock laid between his lips, setting his tongue to work at the slit as if he could coax out more of Richie’s pre-cum just like that. When Richie’s thighs began to quake, Bill tilted his head and moved ever so slightly so his tongue could lap at the soft tissue that connected Richie’s head to the rest of his cock.

Richie released a sound that would have been embarrassing in any other circumstance, high-pitched and needy in tone. It only seemed to make Bill move faster.

Bill moved back down the shaft, running his tongue along what he could reach, his hand working the rest. He began picking up pace, flitting his eyes open and gazing up at Richie with pure lust-blown pupils.

Richie had a flashback to earlier that day, watching Bill suck on his lollipop with poorly feigned innocence, juxtaposed with the debauched expression he wore now. There was no fooling anyone, Bill wanted this. He needed this. He’d probably needed it for a long time, and that thought spurred Richie on.

“You wanna taste me, huh?” Richie began thrusting in time with Bill, punching a pleasured moan out of him. He chanced a glance down at Bill’s lap for the first time since they’d begun fooling around and noticed the bulge straining to escape his jeans. It gave Richie even more satisfaction to know Bill was deriving just as much pleasure from this as he was.

“Bet I taste better than that fucking lollipop, ahhh, fuck-” Richie’s thrusts were getting unsteady. He could see drool escaping the corners of Bill’s mouth as he struggled to keep up with Richie’s pace.

Richie was getting close, the warmth in his belly coming to a boil as the heat around him become too much to bear. Richie pulled his shirt up, holding it bunched to his chest so he would have a better view of Bill’s face as he swallowed Richie’s cum.

That thought is what finally pushed Richie over the edge, screaming out a delayed warning that did neither of them much good as Richie’s cock was already emptying into Bill’s mouth.

Thankfully, Bill didn’t seem to mind the lack of a warning, doubling his efforts to suck Richie through his orgasm, taking more of him in than he had been able to before.

Reckless determination.

Richie was squeezing his eyes so tight that stars began to illuminate the black sky behind his lids. A fuzzy feeling accompanied them, starting in his head and spreading through his limbs. It mixed with the overwhelming pleasure in each of his nerve endings, dizzying him with overwhelming sensations, and then there was nothing.

Richie thinks he must have blacked out for a second because suddenly he’s splayed across Bill's bed, staring up at the ceiling. His fingertips were still tingling, and his throat was dry and hoarse, but those were the only indications that what just happened hadn't just been a dream.

Richie propped himself up on his elbows, looking around the room in an attempt to piece things together. Bill was nowhere to be found, which made Richie entertain the dream idea even more. He could have fallen asleep on Bill’s bed, had a wet dream inspired by Bill's casual affair with lollipops… he probably moaned in his sleep and scared Bill off, even.

“Drink.”

Richie nearly jumped out of his skin as Bill suddenly appeared beside him.

“Holy fuck, Casper! Warn a guy!”

A cup of water was thrust into Richie’s hands, and without having to think much about it he brought it to his lips and downed a generous amount. His throat thanked him immediately.

“What were you m-m-mutt-ttering about?” Bill asked, hopping on to the bed beside Richie and causing the mattress to wobble them both slightly.

“I was just… trying to figure something out…” Richie raked his eyes up and down Bill’s form, trying to find any sign that he’d actually had Richie’s cock down his throat not even five minutes ago, but the boy looked as kempt as usual.

“Okay, w-well once you figure it out, can y-y-you put your dick b-back in your pants? Georgie is gonna b-be home soon.”

Richie blanched, moving comically slow as he looked down at his lap, revealing that his dick was, as stated, very much not in its confines.

Bill shifted beside him, and it was enough to shake Richie out of his ‘holy shit that actually happened it wasn’t just a dream bill denbrough is a fucking dick sucking god’ epiphany.

Once he was all tucked back in and had finished the glass of water Bill had generously (and forcefully) provided, he finally allowed himself to look at his friend again.

Bill was already watching him, a gentle smile playing on his features as he rolled the lollipop from earlier around in his mouth.

“You’re fucking insatiable, you know that?” Richie’s heart was thrumming in his chest, unanswered questions clawing to get out. But before he had a chance to ask them, Bill removed the candy from his mouth just long enough to lean forward and capture Richie’s lips in a kiss.

It was a little shy, a little tender; the complete opposite from the way Bill’s mouth worked itself along his cock. Richie decided that he liked it that way.

When Bill pulled back, they were both red enough to rival the lollipop in Bill’s hand, which he wasted no time in replacing between his lips.

“By th-the w-way,” Bill began, settling into Richie’s side and reaching for his controller to unpause their game. “You d-don’t taste better th-th-than a lollipop.” That playful smile was back on Bill’s lips.

“I guess I can’t compete with artificial cherry flavor.” Richie conceded, following Bill’s lead and retrieving his own controller.

“I still like you b-better.” Bill stated with so much certainty that Richie felt his whole world solidify.

[j-casper]

Emily Prentiss x Alex Blake x Jennifer Jareau

alternate au: emily comes from Interpol to help the BAU with another case, and, along the way, the team learn something new about Emily and Emily learns something new about two of the members

note: for this, we shall pretend that JJ and Will + Alex and James were never a couple

many thanks to @criminalrainyxx for the help :D

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“Statistically, only seven out of every 100 students get into Yale. That’s roughly less than 6.5% of applicants every year.” Spencer’s voice droned on, excitedly informing the team about Ivy League schools due to the victims all having attended one.

“I attended Yale,” Emily mentioned offhandly to them as she read the file carefully, not even realizing what she said until silence overtook the room and she froze, looking up to see everyone staring at her, different expressions of shock on their faces.

Morgan blinked, “you attended Yale?”

“For what degree?” Spencer blurted out, wide eyed.

Emily faltered, eyes shifting from each of her team members before finally sighing as she realized that there was no taking back what she said and they wouldn’t drop it anytime soon.

She cleared her throat, smiling nervously, “I went there for my doctorate in Criminal Psychology.”

“Prentiss, you have a doctorate?” Rossi’s eyebrow raised, impressed and Emily nodded shyly, ducking her head to avoid their gazes.

“Yeah, it was after I got my bachelor’s and master’s in Criminal Justice at Chesapeake Bay University.”

“Why don’t you make us call you doctor, like pretty boy over here?” Morgan asked confused, slight hurt on his face showing from not knowing this about his (ex)partner.

Emily sighed softly, “because, I don’t want my education to speak for my worth. I’m just Emily Prentiss guys and a degree won’t change that.” She ran her fingers through her hair frustratingly.

“Still,” Blake interrupted, piercing dark eyes meeting Emily’s own and causing the younger woman to shift in her seat, “it’s something to be proud about.”

Her voice was soft, careful, as if Emily was a timid deer that would take off at any moment at even the slightest moment, and with the way Emily had been acting around the older woman and JJ, it wasn’t far from the truth.

Emily had been devestated when visiting from London and discovering that JJ had entered a relationship with the professor / new team member on the BAU.

That was until Emily met Alex Blake and realized she was utterly screwed when she found herself falling for the older woman’s charming wit and spark of sass.

She fell for a couple—two people unattainable and together with each other.

Needless to say, Emily grew even more devestated and resolved herself to never confess her feelings.

In her mind, she didn’t stand a chance with the two people that clearly were so into each other that they didn’t see anyone else.

So, she resigned herself to acting much like the timid deer Alex was speaking to her like: shy and withdrawn around the couple, and running off at the first instance she’s able to get away once they try engaging her in conversation together.

“I guess,” Emily murmured, eyes meeting the table as she shrugged. Then, she shook her head and looked up before clearing her throat, “we should worry about our unsub though.”

The BAU team was smart enough to take the hint and left her alone, them quickly falling into discussing the case and victims.

Emily never did notice the two sets of eyes watching her as she fidgeted with her pen.

Nor did Emily notice the soft and awe-filled look in said eyes.

No—

Like always, Emily Prentiss remained oblivious.

...

“So a doctorate, huh?” JJ said out of nowhere, breaking Emily’s concentration on the book in front of her, “fancy.”

Emily looked up from her book, watching as JJ and Alex took a seat across from her on the plane.

She smiled nervously, “I mean, yeah.”

“Much have been a lot of work, Dr. Prentiss,” Alex comments, small smile on her face as she teased.

Emily ducked her head, feeling her face briefly heat up. She tried willing her blush to go away, eyes carefully avoiding the other women’s eyes when she finally looked up.

“A little bit,” Emily admitted at last, remembering the long nights in the library to study and the times that she almost quit and gave up from the pressure.

“My mother wasn’t very happy when I admitted to wanting to go into Criminal Justice, much less a doctorate in Criminal Psychology,” Emily muses, shrugging her shoulders casually as if her mother’s opinion didn’t matter. A small smile curled on her face though as she answered a few seconds later, voice full of fondness, “my old nanny, Carla, was so proud though. She called practically all of her family to announce that I was getting a doctorate.” She recalled the cake that Carla made for her in congratulations and the celebration dinner with Carla’s family she attended, the playful jokes exchanged in between everyone and the teasing she was on the end of about whether or not she finally had a girlfriend. She chuckled quietly at the thought and shook her head, looking up as her smile widened.

“She sounds amazing,” JJ told her softly, smiling back.

Emily gently set aside her book, “yeah, she is. I still attend most Christmas dinners with her and her family actually, and I send a bunch of letters and post cards.”

“She raised you,” Alex guessed, eyebrow arching.

Emily nodded, “more so then my actual parents. Mother was too busy being a diplomat and Father was...” She trailed off, eyebrows furrowing before eventually just shaking her head in an attempt to shake away the thoughts of her father. She didn’t comment or think further on him, instead quickly looking over to the case file beside her.

“So, what do you think about our unsub?” She asked, trying to change the subject and eventually relaxing when Alex and JJ didn’t question her further.

“Well, he seems to—”

...

“—and this is Agent Prentiss from Interpol, who has agreed to help us out for the case.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Emily responded, shaking the lead detective’s hand firmly. The man smiled.

“Pleasure is all mine, Agent.”

He turned towards the others, “I really hope you can catch the son of a bitch that did this.”

Hotch nodded, “well, that’s why we’re here. Tell us what you know.”

...

“So, Interpol is in London, right?” The lead detective asked curiously.

Emily kept flipping through the file as she answered offhandly, “yeah.”

“Must be interesting. Do you enjoy it?”

Emily paused, thinking carefully, “it’s not too bad.”

He smiled, “I bet.”

Emily hummed, eyes scanning the file.

“Is there much dating in London?” He asked and Emily paused, feeling his eyes on her.

“Not much. I don’t really date,” she admitted, looking up.

“A shame, but maybe I can take you out sometime?” He flashed her a crooked grin and Emily shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Umm—”

“Emily, there you are,” JJ interrupted, walking in with Alex trailing behind her, “we need your help.”

Emily barely managed to hold in her grateful sigh, and quickly gathered up the files in front of her, not noticing Alex’s silent stare towards the detective causing him to look away quickly.

“So, what do you guys need?” Emily asked as soon as the door behind her was shut, files piled in her hand.

“You looked like you could use saving,” Alex told her bluntly, amusement written across her face.

Emily flushed and quietly grumbled, “I would say.”

“So, you don’t really date?” JJ asked curiously and Emily stiffened.

They must have heard her exchange with the detective.

“Not really,” Emily admitted before pausing and deciding to be truthful, “I try but then it usually goes wrong.”

She recalls the multiple dates in the past with several women where she tried to make it work but something always went wrong: they cheated on her, they couldn’t deal with her job’s long hours, or even that they just couldn’t work out.

It probably didn’t help that Emily had hopelessly been in love with JJ for years, and now Alex.

“That’s a shame. I’m sure anyone would be lucky to have you,” Alex commented and Emily flushed at JJ’s nod of agreement.

“Yeah, I guess,” she admits at last quietly and thoughtfully, clutching the files in her hands closer to her body.

...

Morgan’s eyes silently met Emily’s own and she nodded, gun ready as they split ways.

Carefully she walked around the downstairs part of the house, flashlight assisting her vision.

She entered each room after the next until arriving in front of the shut bedroom door and paused, hand quietly turning the knob and pushing the door open.

“Chris Anderson?” She spoke, gun aimed towards the back of the figure facing the bedroom window as she entered, “turn around, slowly.”

The figure spun around.

Bang.

Emily stumbled back, a searing pain shooting through her leg as she crumbled to the ground.

She had never even seen the bullet coming.

...

Beep...Beep...Beep...

Emily groaned quietly, eyes fluttering open and immediately squinting at the bright white ceiling of her hospital room. She winced, arm coming up to cover her eyes.

“Emily?” A soft, familiar voice filled her eyes and her head lolled to the side, blinking.

Her voice came out, soft and croaky, “J-Jayje? A-Alex?” Her throat was dry, scratchy, and she barely resisted the urge to wince as sat up in the hospital bed.

In the next instance, Alex held out a cup of water, guiding the straw towards Emily to allow her to drink from it. She took a few sips, sighing in relief at the cool sensation going through her sore throat.

“What happened?” She asked finally, looking up from the drink.

“Unsub shot you in the leg. By the time the paramedics arrived, you had lost a lot of blood,” JJ told her quietly.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” JJ spoke, eyes narrowing, voice rising slightly in pitch, “you get shot and all you have to say is oh?” Her voice sounded distraught and angry, and Emily barely resisted the urge to flinch.

Alex’s hand gently laid itself on JJ’s shoulder and the blonde visibly relaxed, and Emily shifted then in the bed nervously. Her shoulders fell at the look the two women exchanged, full of love for the other.

It was bad enough that she had been shot, but now she had to watch the two people she had feelings for practically, and unknowingly, flaunt their relationship in front of her.

“—Emily?” Alex’s voice broke her out of her thoughts and she shook her head, not meeting either of their eyes.

“I’m fine,” she muttered half-heartedly.

Yet, she was anything but.

...

She’s been ignoring the team.

It’s three days after the case ended and Emily had been shot in the leg, that Emily decides to go back to London despite having a few weeks off due to her injury.

Slowly, she packed everything away into her suitcase on her hotel bed before carefully zipping it up. She stepped back and sighed softly, taking a quick glance at her watch.

“Two hours. I have time,” she mumbled to herself, hand reaching towards the remote and flipping through the channels before stopping on the first thing that remotely interested her.

For an hour, she got lost in the world of Tom and Jerry, laughing softly everytime Tom was thwarted from catching Jerry.

A knock on her hotel door bought her out of her show however, eyebrows furrowing as she stood up and walked to the door. She leaned in, cautiously looking through the peep hole and sighing softly at the image of the people on the other side.

She stepped back, turning the knob.

“Hi,” she gave a timid smile and JJ sighed.

“Hi. Can we come in?” JJ asked her softly and Emily hesitated before finally nodding, opening the door and allowing them to enter.

“Is everything okay? Is there a new case or...” she trailed off, cocern sprawled across her face at the indecipherable look written across their faces.

“You’ve been ignoring us,” Alex interjected, eyebrow arched and Emily barely resisted the urge to flinch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t been—”

“Emily,” JJ interrupted, eyes cutting to hers and Emily immediately looked away, quieting.

“And you’re about to leave without saying goodbye too,” Alex commented, eyes taking in the packed suitcase on Emily’s bed.

Emily shrugged, “missing my apartment.”

JJ scoffed, “more like ignoring us and running away like always.”

Emily flinched, throat tightening as she tried to answer.

JJ’s eyes shun with anger and sadness as she met Emily’s own, “why?” She mumbled softly, voice almost begging for an answer.

Emily shook her head. “I can’t,” she said, half-heartedly.

“Can’t,” Alex asked, “or won’t?”

Emily winced.

“Come on, Em, this isn’t like you,” JJ whispered, “what’s going on?”

Alex’s and JJ’s eyes carefully bored into Emily’s own and Emily couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“I—I love you guys, okay, and I can’t,” she choked out finally, the truth spilling out as tears gathered in her eyes, “I can’t pretend that it doesn’t hurt seeing you guys together because I know I would never have a chance with either of you, much less both of you. I thought that seeing others would help but it doesn’t and I don’t want to ruin my friendship with either of you. I have to leave.” Her voice caught at the end as a choked sob burst out of her throat and she blinked rapidly, willing the tears to go away as she tries desperately to compose herself.

“Emily,” JJ’s soft voice interjected and Emily shook her head rapidly, backing away when both women stepped foward to approach her.

“No,” Emily stated, eyes lowering to stare at the floor so she can’t see their reactions, “you should both leave.”

“For a profiler, you sure are oblivious,” Alex stated and Emily blinked, shock and confusion filling her as she titled her head up slightly, still not meeting their eyes but listening closely.

A hand met her chin, tilting her head up. Her wide eyes met Alex’s and she blinked in confusion and her eyebrows furrowed, “What—”

Before she could finish, warm and soft lips met her own and before she could think further, her eyes fluttered shut, gently leaning her body into Alex’s as she returned the kiss.

Careful hands settled on her waist from behind and Emily squeaked softly in Alex’s mouth as JJ pressed up against her behind, before the blonde’s soft humming lulled her to slowly relax.

She breathed heavily when the kiss ended, chest heaving and hair mussed as she tried catching her breath. Her mind racing as she tried registered what had just happened.

She licked her lips, “W-what was that?” Her voice came out soft and timid. JJ’s soft laugh sounded in her ear.

“It means, we like you too, Em,” JJ told her warmly into her ear and Emily’s eyes widened.

“Really?” She squeaked, and Alex hummed.

“Like I said, for a profiler, you are very oblivious, sweetheart.” Alex’s fingers carefully tucked a strand of hair behind Emily’s ear and the younger brunette melted.

“Oh,” she breathed out softly.

“Yeah, idiot,” JJ teased, before her voice lowered, full of warmth, “now, it isn’t fair that Alex got a kiss and I didn’t.” Even without looking at her, Emily could tell the blonde was playfully pouting and she laughed.

She turned around in their arms to face the blonde and grinned, hands coming up to loop around the back of JJ’s neck.

She leaned in. “Now, we can’t have that, can we?” she whispered fondly and amused before closing her eyes, lips meeting the blonde’s at last.

[xo-phile]

Tides (M!Mer x Fem!Reader) p2

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Excerpt: “Why are you telling me this now, Willow?” you asked, chewing on your straw.

“I can’t keep my nose out of other people’s business.”

You glared at your friend and she snickered under breath, elegantly swirling her drink with a perfectly manicured hand.

“I just want you to be happy. And I don’t want to see you missing out on a good thing.”

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: thalassaphobia, situational anxiety, some spice

Author’s Note: To the readers who left such sweet messages, liked, followed, reblogged, and to the person who sent me my first ko-fi ever... YOU LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE ಥωಥ. Life has been crazy with job interviews and school starting soon, so I appreciate your patience! If you would like to be tagged so you get notified for the next update please let me know!

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Ancient skeletons of long dead trees haunted the sands of Driftwood Beach. Petrified branches bent in all directions, reaching toward the sky, celebrating that even in death, their bodies served as an organic playground and haven for the living. Children and adults alike climbed along the writhing branches of trees fallen centuries before. Even in death, the haunted were kept loving company by the living.

You stood at the edge of the water, relishing in the way your toes pressed further into the sand as the cool water rushed past your ankles. The sun was low, coloring the skies a soft sorbet pink and orange. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Teddy victimized the seagulls making their way inland for the night.Your eyes drifted toward the open water of Lake Obsidian, its deep blue darkening as they day neared its end. From your point of view on the beach, the water was calm. Inside, you felt a tumult in your stomach, churning at what Dresden could possibly have planned when he asked to meet you.

Suddenly, Teddy was yapping at the water and in the distance you saw a familiar, finned form waving in the distance.

"You gonna stand there all day? We're gonna lose sunlight!"

You shuffled your feet in the sand.

"I was thinking we could start small! Here seems like really good progress already!"

Even from yards away you could see the exasperation on Dresden's face. You turned to see Teddy run head-long into the crashing waves, doggy-paddling toward Dresden, big brown head bobbing happily in the water.

"You're really gonna let your beast show you up like that?" the merman chided.

Show off, you thought ruefully. You stripped yourself of your jean shorts and jacket, down to bikini bottoms and rash guard. Despite the buzz of anxiety in your stomach, you picked up your paddle board and made your way out into waves. With every step you took the water rose higher and higher, until you stopped in your tracks. Waist deep in the water, your body refused to take a step further, muscles locking up in place.

"You're doing great! Keep coming towards me!" You looked up to see Dresden’s lopsided grin cheering you on.

"Dresden, I can't do this," you blurted clutching desperately at your floating paddle board, "I want to go back."

The water around you ebbed and flowed, swaying you with a force you weren’t familiar with and there was a gentle push at your back that you resisted. If it weren't for the death-grip on your board, your hands would have no doubt been shaking. Even when you were a kid, there was not enough candy or promises of gifts in the world that would have cajoled you into swimming in deep water. This was the farthest you had ever been and the newfound sensations were overwhelming.

"Wait wait wait! Just wait for me! I'll come to you, don't move!" He dove below the surface of the water, his flukes flashing before disappearing completely. Moments later, his head resurfaced in front of you.

"How're you feeling?" Dresden asked, eyeing the no-doubt panicky expression on your face.

"Like I'm about to crawl out of my skin."

He let out a little chuff at which you glared at.

"You're making jokes. That's good," he laughed. You held his gaze, trying to ignore the vast expanse of water around you. But also out of sheer resentment.

"I feel like if I say anything else, we won't be friends anymore," you ground out through gritted teeth. A stray current, made another push at your back and you clenched even tighter to your board for what little semblance of stability it could find.

"Okay, well I swear on our friendship that I won't make you go out any farther today. Climb on your board."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you still clambered on, lying on your stomach like a surfer would. With your body out of the water, the overwhelming apprehension subsided. The board still rocked as it floated in the gentle water and your body tensed nervously. Dresden was beside you now, a large hand on the nose of the paddle board keeping you from floating away.

“Good, now take a deep breath and close your eyes," he said. You looked at him, aghast.

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," he promised.

"Dres, I don't know about this," you faltered. He considered your expression for a moment and instead of acquiescing, his bigger hand took yours and wrapped around it tight.

"The worst that will happen, is that you feel a little stupid.”

You looked at him once more with doubt but promptly shut your eyes, laying your forehead down on your arms. The board's unstable rocking made your stomach turn and the occasional wash of water sent shivers up your spine.

"Okay, now tell me everything you're feeling right now," came Dresden's calm voice. You gripped his hand tighter, the only source of stability you could feel.

"Scared. I'm really scared. I don’t like that everything’s moving.”

"Okay, that's okay. Tell me why."

“I-I feel like, I’m gonna get washed away. Or that I’m gonna get pulled under.” At your words, Dresden’s hand tightened in yours and you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Self-consciousness washed over you at your admission. Dresden was right, you did feel stupid. You felt stupid for your irrational fear, for coming out onto the water. You should have stayed on land where things didn’t move beneath your body and the world wouldn’t threaten to swallow you up.

How lame.

“You know it’s okay to be scared right? There’s nothing wrong with how you’re feeling right now.” Dresden’s voice was much closer now, his breath ghosting your ear and calming your unwelcome thoughts. Now all you could hear was the crash of the waves on the shores behind you and your heart thumping in your throat.

“Okay, now take a deep breath in. Three-two-one.” You inhaled through your nose, the rush of cold air of the dusk filling your lungs.

“Deep breath out. Four-three-two-one.” You pushed out a controlled breath, your diaphragm straining. Your heart was not not so loud but there was still a pit in your stomach.

"Now I want you to name three things you can smell."

You hesitated at his words for a moment but focused on finding any scents you can trace. With your head buried arm, you smelled the faint coconut scent of your sunscreen. In the air, a soft sharpness of pine wafted through the breeze. Finally a scent of clean, crisp water filled your senses.

"Sunscreen, Pine Trees, and Water."

"Okay, now what can you hear."

Blood was rushing through your head and your heart was still loud, but you pushed past the sounds of your anxiety to listen to the sounds of Driftwood Beach. Beneath you, water lapped against your board, causing a soft hollow knock against plexiglass to echo under you. Above, you birds called out to each other as they soared overhead, crying into the open sky.

"Water under my board and birds."

Despite the darkness behind your lids, the world around you came into clear perception through your senses. You lifted your head and opened your eyes to find Dresden watching you intensely, mossy green of his eyes darkening faintly.

The moment between you twisted like a knot tightening with every quiet second that passed.

“You’re not gonna ask me what I see?” you murmured softly. Dresden’s hazel eyes went and wide blinked, snapping out of his reverie. He let go of your hand, and for a moment, you mourned its warmth.

“No-no, I think that works,” he stuttered, a faint blush warming his sharp features. “How are you feeling?”

The sky above you both was now fiery orange set behind the darkening green of sequoias. The water around you moved with calm purpose, still but teeming with a quiet life. A faint sense of calm overtook you and you allowed your body to feel the gentle rocking of the water with the board between you.

“Better. A lot better.“

A comfortable silence settled and you sat up on your board, admiring the white moon in the sorbet sky. The idea of leaving your board still terrified you but your gorgeous surroundings were a welcome distraction and made a mental note to come back with your camera and a sketchpad.

From the shore, you heard aggravated squawks and a sudden burst of flapping wings. You and Dresden turned to see a sopping wet Teddy, galloping across the sand chasing a flock of irate seagulls.

"I better get back. If I don't feed Teddy soon, one of those seagulls might turn into dinner."

"Right, we wouldn't want that…” the merman averted his eyes, nervous to look you in the eye. “This was probably a lot for today, so I was thinking we could meet up again in a couple days? Whatever works-"

"No let's meet again tomorrow," you blurted, "This really helped a lot." Your face reddened. Your mouth had spoken before your mind had a chance to process what you were volunteering to do. Still, Dresden’s face lit up in a big grin.

"Okay, great. I'll see you tomorrow."

The two of you said your goodbyes and you made your way back to the shore. You could feel Dresden's eyes on you as you paddled towards land. It wasn't until you were standing on the solid shore did you see him wave from a distance and then disappear under the water.

You replayed the last half hour in your head. You had always known Dresden to joke and laugh at the expense of other people and you weren’t used to the care that he took with you and the warmth of his large hand in yours.

As you walked to your car, with Teddy in tow, you wondered how you never noticed that the soft curves of his boyish face turned into angles and edges.

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Despite every ounce of fear screaming at you, you spent each sunset with Dresden, wading out into the water, pushing yourself farther and farther from the shore. And like the tides, your fear ebbed and flowed. On bad days, you would be paralyzed, muscles stiffened as you lay on your paddle board. Dresden would always hold your hand, his grip firm and solid with a silent pledge to keep you safe. His voice, coaching you through the worst of your panic, would be uncharacteristically gentle.

On the better days, you two would work through the breathing exercises and then spend time reminiscing on childhood memories or talk about your respective work. You would sit on your board, mindfully allowing yourself to drift on the water, and talk about your growing frustration with your paintings and the inescapable deadline of the gallery opening. Dresden would then tell you about how his work mapping the underwater caves of Lake Obsidian was going with the local university, complaining about one particularly grumpy selkie lead researcher and the various ineptitudes of the doctoral students.

"Wait, wait so even the mer don't know how deep the lake is?"

"Nope, at some point it gets too dark to even see. Makes it dangerous. You lose your sense of direction." The thought of endless darkness and thousands of pounds of pressure on your head gave you a full-body shiver. Dresden laughed.

"Still it's not a bad gig. Helps with relations with the land folk and sometimes, you find cool stuff you can keep for yourself."

You thought about the fossilized ammonite that sat on the mantelpiece in your living room. The opalised fossil shimmered in the light when the sun beamed through your curtains, and you would stop to admire it when the stress of emails and showing dates overwhelmed you.

You tried not to think too much about how Dresden saved something that special just to give it to you.

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It was an early Sunday morning, a misty fog was just dispersing as the yellow morning sun warmed the chill in the air. You were wandering through the stalls of Talon Point's farmers market, admiring the vast variety of produce. Some you recognized: bright red and orange tomatoes, plump as a baby's cheek, broccoli and sprouts green and freshly picked, but there were also other varieties you didn't recognize, bright purple and magenta spices that sat in a pile as tall as you were and some sort of blue fruit perfectly cubed and shiny.

Even with your giant grocery tote filled to the brim with your usual fare, you still liked to wander through aisles, admiring the strange sights and shiny crafts of the local artisans. With a sudden pull, Teddy tugged you by his leash towards the specialty bakery that made treats for humans and non-humans alike. Warm smells of fresh croissants and chocolate eclairs wafted through the air and he made a dead stop just outside the door plopping his giant behind in an obedient sit, knowing better than to barge into a doorway without your express permission. You had to chuckle lightly at his polite adamance.

"Alright, but only one today. You're starting to look a little fluffy and I don't mean the fur," he seemed to harumph in protest but stood his ground. Inside the bakery, you saw a vast array of baked goods: doughnuts, croissants, tiny cakes, and even dainty cake pops. Behind the glass counter was an orc with an immense frame, balancing two gigantic trays of honey buns in both big arms.

"I'll be with you in a moment, miss," he gruffed, sidling his way through what looked like tiny walkways.

"That's okay, take your time. Just browsing." The orc let out a soft grunt in response and made his way to the back kitchen. As you made your way down the aisles, you started to realize the variety of baked goods was immense: green pandan waffles, taro puff pastries, and Mexican conchas in a variety of colors lined the trays in the glass case. Finally, you came upon some pastries in the shape of fish with ogling eyes.

"Any questions, miss?" You looked up to see that the orc had returned and was waiting patiently behind the register for you to make a decision.

"What are in these fish pastries?" you asked, shyly. He made his way over to you to check the display.

"Ah, those are taiyaki. Normally made with red bean paste inside, but this batch has Nutella." You smiled to yourself, wondering if Dresden had ever tried chocolate before.

Can merfolk even eat chocolate? you wondered, absently, already coming up with ways to make fun of him for having the hazelnut paste stuck on his teeth.

"Can I get two of those and one dog treat, please?"

You watched the gigantic orc as he packaged your pastries, large chords of muscle sliding under smooth green skin, delicately placing your order in a crisp paper bag.

Behind you, you heard a familiar voice call your name and you turned to see Willow dressed in a baby blue sundress and gigantic sunhat.

"Fancy seeing you out and about, stranger," she smiled and pulled you into a hug. Before you two could even make conversation the orc behind the counter cleared his throat and you turned sheepishly to pay for your order. Willow smiled up at the orc coquettishly, and requested an order of a dozen cheese croissants, and then proceeded to brazenly leer at his admittedly toned behind when he bent over to pick out a cardboard box.

"Thanks, Gil," she winked as you two exited the shop. The aforementioned orc rolled his eyes at Willow and gave another huff before making his way to help out another customer. Your ears warmed and you hid your face as you exited the store.

"Excuse me, I seem to recall that you have a whole-ass husband," you chided, teasing her as you made your way through the main street, passing shop displays filled with antiques and other handcrafted arts.

"I'll have you know Romero and I have a mutually agreeable 'look don't touch policy'. Like window shopping!"

You rolled your eyes but smiled at her antics. “Is that what we’re calling it now?” You chuckled softly when her lips formed a pout at your chiding.

“Maybe you ought to consider shopping around, yourself.”

“I really don’t think I need more clothes.”

“Okay, now you’re being obtuse on purpose,” Willow huffed exasperatedly and you couldn’t stop the smug smile from tugging at your lips.

“Will, I already have the exhibition breathing down my neck. I don’t really have time to entertain any gentlemen suitors,” you sighed, stretching the tell-tale tingle of anxiety out of your neck.

“Who said anything about dating though? A fun little romp does the body and mind wonders. It’s a wonder how you stay sane when you never leave the house.”

“I leave the house! I walk Teddy all the time and me and Dresden-”

You clapped your hand over your mouth before the last of your words could tumble out. But it was too late. Willow didn’t miss your words and she honed in on you like a hawk.

“You and Dresden? You two have been hanging out? How?” Willow probed, a wickedly gleeful expression on her face.

“Oh my god, Willow it’s nothing like that. He’s been…” you sighed, trying to find your words, “We’ve been doing exposure therapy out on the water. He’s been helping me after the accident.”

Willow studied your face thoughtfully and smiled like she knew something you didn’t. You grabbed her by the elbow to look her in the face.

“Willow, what?”

“Nothing! I just didn’t think he had it in him to make a move.”

You sputtered, ears warming again with embarrassment.

“He’s not trying to make a move!” you cried indignantly. Willow smiled at you like a child who still believed in Santa.

“He looks at you like you put the freaking sun in the sky. Like, he’s literally had a crush on you since we were children.”

She smiled wickedly at your stunned silence. Despite her deceptively air-headed appearance, you knew Willow to be highly perceptive. And blunt. Willow pulled you by your wrist to the nearest cafe and sat you down in a chair of a patio table. A young tiefling waiter rushed out with menus and a water bowl for Teddy and Willow ordered two iced coffees while she waited for your brain to reboot.

“I feel like I would have noticed,” you quavered, still processing this revelation.

“You’ve been hung up on Micah for years. We didn’t think it would matter.”

The young tiefling came out with your orders, setting the sweltering cups on the table before, making his way back into the cafe. You and Willow took several silent sips.

“Why are you telling me this now, Willow?” you asked, chewing on your straw.

“I can’t keep my nose out of other people’s business.”

You glared at your friend and she snickered under breath, elegantly swirling her drink with a perfectly manicured hand.

“I just want you to be happy. And I don’t want to see you missing out on a good thing.”

You looked her in her icy blue eyes, earnestness shining through.

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All through the ferry ride back, all you could think about were Willow’s words. How could you have possibly missed something so huge? Your relationship had always seemed so simple and easy…

Or so you thought. Your mind wandered to all the sunsets you two spent together out on the water and the soft looks of concern he gave you on your worst days, when you couldn’t handle the anxiety.

You thought about the day of the accident, when he pulled you out of the water and held you shivering and wet, murmuring reassurances that you were safe. And then you thought about how angry he got at Micah, his oldest friend.

“Why else would he have gone ballistic like that?”

Willow’s words echoed in the back of your mind as you unlocked your door and made your way into the kitchen to put away your groceries. As you put away the produce you’d found the white paper pastry bag holding the Nutella taiyaki you had bought for Dresden and you eyed the crumpled paper bag cautiously.

Dresden would probably laugh when he saw the funny looking pastry. Maybe his dimples would show and the coppery fins that framed his face would twitch as he tried it.

Your thoughts halted to a stop. Why were you daydreaming about your friend? Instead of letting your thoughts whir along, you decided to do what you did when you couldn’t feel at home in your own head: you painted.

You padded to the art studio and rifled through your things for an empty canvas and acrylic paints. Instead of your usual set-up with an easel and a stool, you set the 18x24 on the ground and squirted paint onto a plastic palette. You started with a soft sand color, not unlike the sands of Driftwood Beach at sunset, and let your arm guide itself across the blank canvas. Lately, you rarely ever let yourself waste paint and a canvas without a plan, but right now you didn’t feel like thinking anything through.

You added purple shadows, painting in subtle planes of an angular face, detailing in soft cheekbones and an elegant jawline. Blues showed soft shadows cast by dark curly brown hair and a proud nose, while reds added depth and dimension to a clever face. For a playful arch of dark brows, you added grayish black to brown and touched up the curve of a playful smirk with pink an white.

When you started work on the eyes, your mind wandered to strong hands gripping tightly at your hips and back, keeping you from getting swept away. You remembered how warm hazels watched you, dark with concern and then intense with yearning.

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine at the memory. His inner irises were a rusty brown that glittered when he laughed and outer irises flashed a brilliant coppery green when serious.

You painted his facial fins to match with eyes, a uniquely striking coloring.

By the time you finished the piece hours had passed and the sun was lowering in the sky and you cursed to yourself before changing quickly and rushing out the door.

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You made your way out into the lake, this time paddling out on your knees, carefully balancing the bag of pastries on the tail of your board. It had been a few weeks and you weren’t scared to navigate your way farther and farther from shore anymore. Still, fear overtook you whenever you tried to swim out so you settled for adventuring through the water safely on your board. As you waited for Dresden, you straddled your board, letting your feet kick gently in the water, an accomplishment won once Dresden convinced you that plesiosaurs didn’t survive past the Cretaceous Period and wouldn’t try to take a bite out of your calf.

You watched as idly as the soft clouds rolled through the pink sky, noticing how the breeze shook the tips of gigantic redwoods. The final days of summer were flying by and soon Autumn would be upon Lake Obsidian. As you mused quietly about another year passed in this bustling little town, you saw a flash of a shimmering tale and a hand ghost up your ankle and calf. A surprised yip escaped your mouth as you flinched. Dresden popped up on the other side of your board shaking water out of drenched curls.

“Jesus Christ, Dresden, give me a heart attack why don’t you?”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. You didn’t faint. I’d take that as a win.”

The merman smiled up at you with a big lopsided grin and you couldn’t help but notice the soft divot of dimples in his cheek. You looked away before you could get flustered, remembering your earlier conversation with Willow.

“I was in town earlier today and I saw something you might like.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the way the merman lit up and your ears warmed at his adorable expression. You reached behind you to grab the white pastry bag and reached in to hand your friend the little fish pastry, “It has chocolate in it though. I wasn’t sure if mer can even eat hazelnut spread.”

He hung onto your board while he observed the fish-shaped confection, turning it every which way before taking an eager bite.

“It’s wonderful,” he moaned, mouth full. You giggled as you ate yours, enjoying the crisp outside and gooey inside. You two munched in comfortable silence and you folded up the white paper bag and tucked it into the shoulder strap of your bikini under your rash guard to throw away when you got home.

“You humans are creative, I’ll give you that. Bring me more of those. I’ll consider it compensation for my services,” licking the remnants of chocolate off his lips.

“Excuse me?! This was your idea!” you cried, indignantly.

“And yet, you reap the benefits and get to enjoy the pleasure of my company,” he smiled up at you cheekily. Like you predicted, chocolate had dripped down onto his chin and you let out a soft snort.

“Pleasurable company with questionable table manners. Dres, you have something here,” you pointed on your own face where his face was dirtied and Dreden swiped on the wrong side of his own. You let out a little giggle at his confused expression.

“No, other side,” you tried again, laughing even harder when he wiped his arm across his jaw and made an even bigger mess. Dresden pouted but smiled nonetheless at your laughter.

“Why don’t you come down from there and help me,” he teased, splashing some water up at you making you shriek indignantly.

“Catch me then!” Before you realized what you were doing, you swung a leg over your board and pushed yourself off, awkwardly hopping into Dresden’s surprised arms with a big splash. Your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders as you got used to the chill of the water, and you enjoyed the way his arms instinctually wrapped around your waist and under your ass to keep you from sinking in the still waters. Your legs wrapped around his waist, steadying you in the gentle current.

“Good catch,” you joked teasingly, although you felt your heart rabbit in your chest a mile a minute. Still, you couldn’t help but grin at the dazed expression on Dresden’s handsome face, eyes wide in confusion and mouth agape. You reached up to his face with a wet hand and wiped at the chocolate staining his chin until it was clean.

“Thanks,” he murmured softly. You looked up to see his hazel gaze locked on yours, waiting in anticipation for your next move. Your fingers moved on their own, tracing the sinewy muscles under the smooth, tanned skin of his shoulders and you found them making their way up to a strong neck where they traced the delicate slits of flattened gills. At your soft touch, the merman let out a low moan that sent molten heat straight between your legs. His arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against a hard torso in an iron brace. You gasped softly, a whimper threatening to escape your throat.

Dresden dropped his head onto your shoulder and let out a deep shuddering breath. With strong, wide hands gripping your hips, he gently hoisted you back on your paddle board and pushed you to arms distance.

Embarrassment and self-consciousness crashed down around you, shocking you out of your haze.

Was Willow wrong? Did you make a mistake? He doesn’t actually want you like that.

“Oh god, Dresden, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have…” you tried, but the merman was already shaking his head, a warm flush flooding his face.

“We should take a break for a couple days,” he ground out firmly. Your heart dropped to your stomach at his words.

“O-okay… Dresden, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you around,” he blurted, before diving under the water and swiftly swimming away.

You didn’t remember paddling back to shore or making your way back to your car. All you felt was the sting of rejection and the burn of tears as they filled your eyes.

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Post-Op Care

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dr. Ackles is off duty as he brings his wife to the hospital for an appendectomy. He takes care of her post surgery and helps her through the recovery.

A/N: Feedback is always welcome!!

Words Count: 1830

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It was a tense few hours for Jensen. He spent it pacing around outside Y/N’s hospital room waiting for an update. She had gone into the operation room two hours ago. Her appendix had ruptured and she had to go into immediate surgery.

It all happened so suddenly. Y/N came home from work in a rotten mood, and suddenly she collapsed in pain clutching her stomach. Jensen freaked out when she yelled for him and rushed her to the hospital. The doctor part of his mind knew exactly what was wrong, but the part that loved her to bits was freaking out. It didn’t help that Y/N was crying. She panicked even more when she found out that she had to go into immediate surgery. He reassured her that it would all be fine.

It was a simple procedure, but it was taking longer than expected. He was worried something had gone wrong. He knew he should’ve fought harder to be the one performing it. But the stupid policy said that you couldn’t perform surgery when you’re too damn close to the case. In this case, it was his wife. So he could do nothing but pace around and feel helpless, a feeling that was quite scary for a surgeon.

He finally saw the elevator doors opening and Misha and a couple of nurses rolled her out and into the room.

“She’s fine Jensen. There was a small complication, but we handled it. She’s just fine.” He reassured his friend and went ahead to explain in detail. After everything had been explained and sorted, Jensen was alone in the room, sitting by her bed waiting for her to wake up.

30 mins later Y/N woke up with a small gasp, sending Jensen into a frenzy. She was having a minor panic attack. A nurse rushed in to help, but Jensen was having none of it. He knew his wife and knew what would help her. It wasn’t her first panic attack.

“I got this!” He said, a bit harshly to the nurse, and she left understanding his intentions. “Baby, calm down. You’re okay. You’re just fine, honey.” He tried to calm her down. After 15 mins of holding her and whispering sweet words, she managed to calm her breathing. A couple of tears escaped down her face and Jensen wiped them away. The nurse brought in a glass of water with a straw and he helped her take small sips to ease the pain in her throat.

“J-Jay…” She whispered. “What happened? I couldn’t breathe.” God he hated how small and weak her voice sounded.

“There was a minor complication, but Misha handled it. The surgery went fine otherwise. You just had a small panic attack when you woke up, sweetheart. Your emotions were all over the place before you went into surgery so your mind focused on the last thing it remembered before the anesthesia took effect. You’re fine now.” He said, placing a kiss to her forehead.

Misha came in to check on her, and by the time everything was done, it was evening and Jensen got something to eat from the hospital canteen while Y/N took a nap.

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An hour later, Y/N woke up from her nap, “Jay, I need to pee.”

Jensen gave her a small smile and removed the IV tube from her hand and helped her up. She hadn’t tried walking yet and she was nervous. “I got you, baby.”

“My legs are so wobbly” She chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, they’ll be that way for a day. It’s because of the general anesthesia. It’ll get better as it wears off.” He explained gently. He led her into the bathroom and gently lowered her onto the toilet. Once she was done he helped her to the sink to clean up and then led her back to the bed. He raised the bed slightly so she was sitting up instead of lying down.

“Jay, you do realise that there are nurses to help with my bathroom needs right?” Y/N said amused. Jensen was busy fixing her IV back and massaged her hand as she flinched a little.

“Well lucky for you, your husband is a surgeon in this hospital and you get top notch service for post-op care.” He grinned at her cheekily making her giggle.

“How long do you have off?”

“As long as it takes to get you better, Sweetheart. Misha has got someone to cover my shifts.”

“Bless him. We should invite him and Victoria over for dinner sometime. Oh Jared and Gen too.”

Jensen chuckled at her, “Baby let’s first focus on getting you better before we throw a party.”

“Yeah, good idea.” She smiled tiredly at him.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be right here.” He smiled softly at her, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers.

“You don’t have to stay here Jay. That bed looks far from comfortable.” Y/N frowned at the bed.

“Hey you just worry about healing. I’m not leaving you alone, Y/N. I’m going to be right here.” He said pecking her lips softly. He watched a soft smile come on her face as she soon drifted off to sleep.

Jensen stayed awake for a while. Misha came to check on them and they chatted for a while before he had to get back home. He then watched TV for a bit before climbing into the too small bed. Just as he was about to sleep he heard a small whimper from Y/N. He quickly went to her and saw her face scrunched up in pain.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” He whispered, gently waking her up.

“My hand” She said, wincing in pain, “The IV hurts Jay. I want to take it out.”

“Oh baby, just two more days” he said, frowning, “It’ll be over before you know it.”

Y/N always had a low tolerance to pain. She did anything possible to not feel it. And watching her even in slight pain had Jensen worried about her. But now with the surgery and the horrible day she had, he knew she was emotionally exhausted too. He pulled up a chair and sat beside her bed and placed her hand on the bed and began massaging the area around the IV tube with one hand. He was gentle so he wouldn’t move the needle in her veins. He saw her face slowly relax at that.

“Is that better, honey?”

“Y-yeah, it is.”

“Sleep, Y/N. It won’t hurt anymore. I promise. I’m right here.” He said, still massaging.

“I’m sorry I’m such a wimp.” She said sniffling.

“You just had surgery and you’re in pain and exhausted. You’re not a wimp. You’re dealing with this like a champ, sweetheart.” He said, stopping for a minute to wipe away her tears. “I’ve got you, love.”

Jensen massaged her hand until she fell asleep and then placed a gentle kiss on her head before going to bed to himself. He wished she was never in pain in the first place. It hurt him to see her like this even if it was a simple procedure. She’d gone through enough pain for a lifetime.

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The next day was much better. Y/N was recovering from the surgery. She was beginning to walk by herself now and that was exactly what they were doing at the moment. Jensen was helping her take a round on the floor they were on, bumping into colleagues and old patients. Y/N’s mood had improved greatly as she got used to the stitches on her abdomen. The IV tube in her hand was much bearable during the day since she had a lot of distractions.

Jared, Gen and Victoria were a godsend. They spent the afternoon entertaining her and occasionally Misha would pop by and make sure everything was going smoothly. But things got a bit tense after they left. A nurse arrived asking Jensen to leave so she could give Y/N a sponge bath.

“Dr. Ackles, please understand that it’s policy. You know this better than anyone.” She said pointedly when he refused to leave Y/N alone.

“But I’m a goddamn doctor here! I can do this myself!” He glared at her.

“Jay, please” Said Y/N tiredly. She was getting annoyed with his overbearing behaviour. It was one thing for him to take her to the bathroom, but to give her a sponge bath in the hospital? Married or not she ain’t letting that happen!

“Y/N, I just want to make sure you’re fine.”

“How can I not be fine with a nurse, Jay?”

“But-”

“Dr. Ackles, I promise to take good care of your wife. Now please let me do my job.” She said sternly.

Right then Misha walked into the door, “What’s going on here? I was walking by and I heard arguing.”

“Mish, I’m just trying to take care of my wife! I don’t want anyone else giving her a bath!” Exclaimed Jensen.

“Misha, please tell my husband that he’s being an absolute idiot and take him away.” Said Y/N rolling her eyes.

“You heard her Jens, come on, out you go. Doctor’s orders.” He said, smirking a little.

“You can’t order me, Collins! You’re not my boss.” He glared at him.

“Well, right now you’re just the husband to my patient caz you’re not on duty. So I can tell you what to do, Ackles. Move it, let Arya do her job.”

Jensen glared at Misha and very reluctantly left the room with him. He didn’t have a retort to that because he knew Misha was right. He was just being over protective. It wasn’t that he wanted to be this overprotective husband. But everything about this whole situation was bugging him. It was just highly emotional and the anxiety levels for both of them were high. It was his job to take care of his wife and as a doctor he felt the need more than anyone. Misha patted his back with a smile and left in a hurry to go about his business.

After what felt like an eternity, the nurse left. Y/N, now freshly dressed in a new gown looked much better. Jensen too had calmed down considerably.

“How’re you feeling, honey?”

“Much better, Jay” She smiled at him.

He carded his fingers through her hair as she closed her eyes in bliss.

“Wanna take a nap?”

“Only if you take one with me.” She scooted over, making space for him.

“Y/N…”

“Please, Jay. I just need you here.”

He tried really hard to resist, but he just wanted her to be comfortable and happy. So he climbed in next to her and she put her head on his chest and they both fell asleep tucked into each other. As long as she was in his arms everything was going to be fine. He’d make sure of it.

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“Merry Christmas, squirt,” he said between jagged, pant-like breaths — his robust, muscular chest heaving up and down as he attempted to catch his breath. Softly, he placed several sweet and tender kisses against her swollen, rosy lips before he bowed his head, and nuzzled his blonde, straw-like waves into the crook of her neck. The very tips of his thin, light eyelashes grazed against her perspiration-laced skin as they languidly fluttered shut and he took in her saccharine musk, his recovering breaths still long and deep.

“Merry Christmas, J,” Indie echoed back a response, her voice a soft and gentle whisper as she too took heavy, jagged breaths. Her calming, manicured fingertips attentively combed through his messy locks once more — the tender motions soothing him back towards the deep and calling clutches of another slumber — as her wide, mocha eyes peered down at him.