#keep thinking about how he lashed out at bobby

[itsactuallycorrine]

I see your ‘Buck gets mad at Eddie for the cheating/Kim delusions/being complicit in Eddie’s lies’ takes and I raise you:

Eddie feels cornered when confronted with his bad decisions and lashes out to push Buck away, hurting him as only a person who truly knows you can, and he essentially isolates himself

[exhuastedpigeon]

Every time Buck and Eddie go through a rough patch and Eddie gets a little mean/short/angry with Buck then end up stronger then ever.

Lawsuit Era grocery store fight and Eddie giving Buck the cold shoulder his first shift back -> they make up and Buck makes sure to apologize more than once because he needs Eddie to understand how sorry he is. Like a month later Eddie makes Buck Chris’s legal guardian. Later that seasons we also get the “this is Eddie’s house I’m not really a guest” line from Buck.

Eddie’s breakdown era where he leaves the 118 without telling Buck first and tells Buck he needs to move on because Eddie has -> Buck breaks down Eddie’s door and is there for him and Chris through Eddie’s recovery. He helps Eddie fix up his room and they come out of it even closer.

Eddie gets kind of mean when he’s in a bad place. He especially gets mean with people he loves and trusts - Buck and Bobby more than most - because that’s what you do when you’re in a bad place. You lash at the people closest to you.

What I’m saying is, I think we could be coming up on another moment where Buck and Eddie get even closer. Because Eddie is hurting and trying to keep up the facade of being fine and it’s slipping. He’s getting a little meaner with his teasing. He’s hurting and it’s pouring out of him.

This isn’t an indictment on Eddie, it’s one of the things I like most about him. He isn’t perfect. He’s human. And the people around him love him enough to keep being there even when he’s an asshole.

And this isn’t even getting into the ways Eddie is there for Buck when Buck is in a bad place, because he is. The best part of their relationship is they’re there for each other in the ways the other needs most, often without the other knowing it’s what they need.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 6: Nubbins Sawyer x Reader (Or the hitchhiker for all you TCM players) (Apple Cider)

Day 6 is here! and the first week is coming to a close for Fictober. I hope you've all been enjoying this event so far and thank you for all the support for my first tumblr fic event! <3

Notes: Minors Dni, No use of pronouns, No smut in Fictober (yet wink wink). Gender Neutral reader with nothing described in detail.

"Nubbins boy goddamn you!" Drayton's yell echoed through the house, you winced and buried yourself further into the blankets on the bed you shared with the middle sawyer brother. He had sent you up hear when Drayton and Bubba had returned home so you wouldn't be subjected to the venom that was about to spew from Drayton's mouth.

A hitchhiker pick up, something that Nubbins had been doing for years even before you came into the picture, had went completely wrong. The group of 3 college kids were much smarter then they looked and it ended with Nubbins nearly getting shot had Drayton not noticed how late the two of you were and sent Bubba out to check.

By the time Bubba reached you guys the man driving was angrily waving his weapon at you and Nubbins and yelling about what freaks the two of you were. The man had almost turned the gun on Bubba when Nubbins took him out.

The other two kids ran into the neighboring field but Drayton was already on his way to go chase them down with Bubba while you and Nubbins were sent an angry glare and told to get on home.

Nubbins sent you and apologetic glance before the two of you began to walk.

"D-do you think H-He's gonna be mad?" Nubbins asked you after a minute, You grimaced but answered truthfully.

"I'd reckon Drayton's already mad nubs"

Truthfully the two of you had fucked up big time, You couldn't imagine what would've happened if that guy had shot Nubbins. Drayton however had a way with words and could be particularly nasty when it came to his chili "Ingredients" being messed with, never mind his little brother almost dying to get them for him.

"What the hell were you thinkin'? You coulda died! Not to mention what would've happened had those kids got away and got help" You didn't like how Drayton would dress Nubbins down but if you wanted to keep your place in the family you'd stay out of the eldest Sawyer brothers way. Plus god forbid you did and Drayton said something particularly out of line to you it would cause an even bigger issue with Nubbins.

Nubbins must've made the smart choice to stay quiet and let Drayton's verbal lashings wash over him. One of the unspoken rules of the sawyer household was that you didn't argue with Drayton. Not that anything bad would happen per say but the eldest Sawyer could be so stubborn and set in his ways.

You hadn't noticed Nubbins enter your shared room till you heard the door close behind him. You sat up in bed against the headboard and looked at your boyfriend, your heart broke when you made eye contact.

Sadness etched across his face, the worst part was no matter how mean Drayton got Nubbins hated disappointing his older brother, he would never admit it out loud but he looked up to Drayton and one day hoped he would be the head of the family and match his brother is being able to take care of them. Even though that title would most likely fall to his only a few minutes older twin brother Bobby if he ever returned from Vietnam that was.

"Nubs" You said softly holding out your arms for any comfort you could offer him. He fell into your arms as soon as they opened and buried his face into your chest. You pulled the blanket around the two of you and you rubbed a hand down his back and felt him slightly untense himself.

"D-Drayton c-c-can be so mean sometimes!" He choked out trying to hold himself together, you smoothed his hair out of his face and nodded.

"I know he can baby" Nubbins then pulled a face you hadn't really seen before, it was as if he was fighting some internal battle at that moment so you decided to poke a little.

"You wanna be mad at him, but he's your brother and you love him? is that what it is?" You asked softly, He pondered a moment before nodding.

"Y-yeah, But h-he's so stubborn sometimes! I-i wish he was nicer" You nodded in agreement.

"I understand that nubs, and even though I do think Dray could be nicer you have to understand ever since Bobby got drafted his life hasn't been the best either"

Everyone in the Sawyer household took a hit when Robert had gotten drafted, especially Nubbins. With his twin brother he had never been separated from across the world fighting in a war Nubbins didn't have a clue what to do with himself.

He tried to throw himself into small projects and hitchhiking to bring in people, but you could still tell something was off.

"B-but w-we all m-miss Bobby" Nubbins said "N-not just him" You decided to use this to try and get some peace restored.

"What would Bobby say if he knew the two of you were at each others throats?" You felt Nubbins slightly tense at this.

"Bobby would be so disappointed if he knew you guys were fighting nearly every day since he left. I'm not asking every day to be perfect but I want you to try and get along with Drayton, If not for me do it for Bobby" You concluded, using your hand to bring him to make eye contact with you.

Nubbins smiled a bit before nodding eagerly.

"D-do it for Bobby" He said with a victorious smile before pressing his lips to yours.

As long as the Sawyer men were able to survive each other till Bobby returned, Then you'd consider it a win.

[tidbit-fanfic]

A/N: WOW did this take forever. Did you think I’d honestly leave Forever & Always as it was? Here’s your fix-it-fic, part two to Forever & Always, but of course you don’t have to read this if you don’t want to fix things. That’s fine.

TW: 18+ Smut, protected sex (wrap your willy silly), car sex, blood, cannon level violence, angsty angst, the l-word, Micheal, mention of castration, spanking, makeup/angry sex?, fluffy fluff

No one ever said breakups were easy. Months passed before I could even look Dean in the eye again, and more passed until we returned to how we were before the relationship had ever happened. We formed a close bond and worked together on case after case. I accompanied Castiel and Kelly when the Winchesters were arrested, and I became a major support during Kelly’s pregnancy, within the limits set by Cas. When they busted out to raise more hell? I was there to help clean up after them. 

Things became rocky when Dean began lashing out towards Jack. I slammed my fist into his jaw one time. I don’t regret it, and I don’t think I ever will. He left in a huff after, ignoring me, as Sam and I tried to make sense of everything. A whirlwind of catastrophic events later, Dean stepped forward, doing the one thing he promised he never would: let Micheal in. 

“Anyone find anything?” 

“Sam, we’ve been searching for weeks, and every time you ask that question, what’s the answer?”

The younger Winchester pushes his hand through his hair, a deep sigh leaving his lungs. “Just hoping for something.”

“I know. You miss him, but we’re working overtime to scrounge up anything on him. Have you even slept in the past twenty-four hours?” I stand from the rickety chair I’d been sitting in for the past hour, looking into Sam’s eyes. His face quickly switched to one of guilt, a shy, school-boyish look taking over his features. My hands found their place on my hips, taking on a motherly stance. “Go. Sleep. Now.”

“But—”

“Now, Samuel.” He runs off to his room to get some sleep, hopefully. I turn back to my small team of five people. They all shake their heads, a couple returning their eyes to the screen sitting before them. With no sign of Dean, Sam and Mary have become overly stressed, constantly checking in on any form of a lead. Meanwhile, Jack and Cas are out doing their own little thing, leaving me to manage this small team, checking sources daily. Micheal must be covering his tracks extremely well because our facial scanners have reported back nothing about Dean, or any unnatural glitching. 

I walk my way into the kitchen, searching for a distraction. These past few weeks, I organized and reorganized the kitchen at least three times. It’s become my solitude after losing Dean yet again. I pulled out some ingredients and began cooking dinner for everyone in the bunker, hoping that by keeping my hands busy, I could distract my mind. 

“So, you’re going to follow this lead alone?” I cross my arms, narrowed eyes sizing up the Winchester standing in front of me, resulting in Sam shaking his head.

“I’m meeting up with mom and Bobby on the way.”

“Fine,” I say, pushing off of the table, watching as he goes to turn. “And Sam?”

“Yes?”

“Bring him back.”

Sam looks at me, a hint of remorse playing in his eyes. He goes to open his mouth before I wave him off, making my way to Jack’s room. I raise my hand and knock, waiting for Jack’s response. The door creaks as I open it, revealing the young male who has been living with us for some time. 

“Hey, buddy. How’s it going?”

“I mean, better now. Cas is finally beginning to see that I can help on hunts.”

I nod, sitting at the foot of his bed. “Did Sam tell you…”

“He did.” 

“Oh,” I state, racking my brain for ways to keep the conversation flowing when the blonde pipes up.

“You still care for him. Don’t you?”

My eyes snap up to Jack’s. “Jack. It’s difficult.”

“It’s not though. You should tell him when he’s back.”

“I can’t do that, he’s…it's…complicated.”

The male tilts his head, eyes searching my face for an explanation. I sigh, “I, well, he was the one who messed up, and I just took it. I accepted he didn’t like me enough to work through it. Then I fell apart, Jack, and I can’t live through that again.” 

“Is that truly how you feel?”

“There is no other way. We can’t, he can’t change what he did. I can’t forgive him for making me a second choice.”

Jack reached forward, resting a hand on mine, the other to wipe away the tears that fell. “But you still love him.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “But I can’t have him.”

“Y/N, I know I may not have been on this earth for long, but I’ve seen enough to say this: if you love him, give Dean a second chance. You never know how things might go this time around.”

I stand, wiping my face. “No Jack, I can’t” 

I leave his room, returning to the main part of the bunker, not before grabbing a glass of alcohol to numb the pain. I join the research team in the library, sitting in one of the few comfy chairs while Jack’s words echo through my head. “Give him a second chance. You never know how things might go this time around.”

 Heavy footsteps resonate through the bunker, Cas re-entering from Jack’s room, a look of shock crossing his features. “Dean?”

I watch as Cas wraps Dean into a hug, setting my glass on a nearby table as Dean’s voice rings out. “Hey, Cas.”

One of the few extra hunters walks up to Sam, running him through the information we collected since his departure. Meanwhile, Dean looks around at all the new bodies occupying the bunker. I turn my head away, beginning to make my way towards my room to avoid interaction with him, but it seems as if fate has other plans, with one of my subordinates stepping into my field of vision. “Cap? We have a couple of updates on that nest you asked about?”

“Show me what you have.” I look down at the tablet, littered with pins displaying the nest’s pattern of migration. I listen as they explain the situation, ignoring the presence creeping in from behind me. 

“Okay, send out a small group, maybe five? Check in with Sam to get it approved and run a couple of facial scans to ensure that they are where you’re predicting. Good work.”

“On it Captain.” 

“Captain? That’s an interesting nickname.” Jumping at the rough voice, I turn to meet a pair of forest green eyes I used to call home. I look him up and down, taking in the state of him, and maybe, just maybe, appreciating the archangel’s fashion taste, paired with Dean’s attempt at making it comfortable. As I meet his eyes, I can't help but force a smile, refusing to reveal my emotions.

“Dean! It’s so great to see you in one piece. Sam had us searching everywhere for you.”

“Sam did? It wasn’t you?” 

“He was driving himself sick.”

He nods, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “Look, Y/N, I know we—”

“Captain?” Another voice cuts through his sentence, and I turn to see Charlie holding out a tablet, nodding to Dean before redirecting her attention to me. 

“The reports you wanted just came back. Our predictions were right. Ketch’s team is nearby, just a couple of miles down the way. We’re sending them the info on the nest right now.” 

“Thank you, Charlie. And it’s really great to see you back, Dean. Especially in one piece.” I turn, heading back to my room, this time without interruptions. I close the door behind me, sliding down against it before rubbing my temples. Breakups aren’t easy, and living in the same space as your ex just makes it worse. 

The next morning, I’m up before everyone else, starting coffee and breakfast for the bunker. A sweaty Sam enters the kitchen, grabs a glass of water, and then presumably leaves to take a shower before the hustle of the bunker begins. I relax into the routine I’ve put myself into since Dean left, mundane tasks I easily get lost in. Breakfast is finished before I return to my room, a notification lighting up my phone’s screen from Sam. I flip my phone over, opting for a couple more hours of sleep before dealing with him. 

The sound of knocking wakes me up, as my door moves slightly with the action. I open it, coming face-to-face with Sam. Taking a step back, I rush to smooth down my hair while Sam lets out a low whistle. “And I thought my bedhead was bad.”

I throw a middle finger at him, glaring as he chuckles. “What do you want?”

“Just got a case in.” He walks in, taking a seat at my desk, opening his laptop to reveal a newspaper article. Man Reported Missing By Girlfriend: Claims A Giant Woman-Bird Took Him. 

“Are we sure she’s not just crazy?”

“Yes, multiple police reports of missing men in the area have a claim of ‘giant woman-birds’ taking them. Seems like an us problem.”

I look over his shoulder at the reports, showing drawn portraits of the attackers. “Jesus, those look like harpies. Tricky little buggers, but should be a ‌simple case. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

“Good, see you then.”

Ten minutes later, I cross the threshold to the garage, eyes scanning it for the younger Winchester. The passenger side window of the Impala rolls down, revealing Dean, sitting in the driver’s seat. “C’mon, we don’t have all day. If Sam’s right about the feeding patterns, they’re gonna strike again tonight.” 

I look over my shoulder to the door of the garage. “Speaking of Sam, where is he? I thought it was just going to be us on this hunt?”

“Nope. Just me and you, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” I open the door, tossing my bag into the backseat before climbing in, staying as far away from Dean as possible. He grumbles something under his breath, throwing Baby into drive and leaving the bunker. This was going to be a long hunt. 

Blood hit my face as my knife sliced through a harpy’s wing. The creature let out a screech before turning to me, its teeth elongating as it prepared to attack. I raised an arm to push back when a gunshot rang through the air. She fell to the ground, revealing a blood-covered Dean standing behind her. I dropped my arm, huffing and kicking at the dead body of the woman. We had destroyed the nest,and all the harpies within it, leaving only one last step before we could head to a hotel and get cleaned up. I looked at Dean, whose eyes remained locked on me with worry. “You ready to burn these bitches?”

A smirk broke out on his face. “You know it.”

I giggled beneath my breath, grabbing a container of gasoline before returning to the building. I poured it on top of the bodies, as well as the makeshift nests, before returning to Baby. Dean pulled a zippo from his pocket, striking it before throwing it into the door. We both leaned back onto the vehicle, watching as the building went up in flames, the adrenaline slowly beginning to leave our systems. 

I turn, looking at the man beside me. While checking him over for any wounds, noticing his shoulder bleeding. Claw marks from where the harpy attempted to take him. I reach out, pulling the torn fabric from the wound for a closer look. “Crap, Dean, this looks like it hurts.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” He shrugs, tensing as my hands work over his wound. “First aid is in the backseat.”

I nod, going to get it, ready to be done with the hunt. “Alcohol incoming.”

After I ensure he won't get an infection, I thread a fishing line into place, starting the first stitch, causing a hiss to rip from his mouth. Stitch after stitch, I tend to the injury, patching over it with some hydrocolloid bandages before stepping back. 

My eyes flutter open, revealing unfamiliar scenery. Dean looks up from his phone. “All good. Just taking a pit stop. Showers are over there.”

“I thought we were going to a motel?” I rub my eyes, reaching over the seat for my bag. 

“I thought it’d be pretty stupid, considering we’re only five hours from home. I was just gonna clean up and nap a bit before finishing the drive.”

I nod leaving the Impala and making my way to the shower building, clutching my pocket knife in my right hand as a safety precaution. I knew Dean had parked in an area where he could see the entrance, but it never hurt to be a little extra cautious. I entered the station, locking myself into one stall and starting the shower. Peeling my crusty clothes from off, I rinsed them in the water, hoping to remove some of the blood. I climbed into the shower, scrubbing away the gore painted on my body. My mind wandered to our situation. 

I had slept in the Impala with Dean many times, mostly when the motel was out of vacancies, leaving us to find a station similar to this. Sam would stretch out in the backseat while I cuddled up to Dean, safe in his arms. Back when I trusted him with my life. Now, I can’t trust him as far as I could throw him. ‘Give him a second chance.’ If only it were that easy.

I return to the Impala, devoid of monster blood. Dean’s head was lolled back, resting against the seat. I knocked on the window before opening my door, ensuring he wouldn’t shoot me. He opened his eyes, a strained smile covering his features when he saw me. I climbed in and curled up against the door, hoping to catch a little more sleep. Minutes passed before his deep timbre echoed through the car. “I know you’re still up.”

“Not the point Dean. I’m trying to sleep, what you should be doing.”

“I can’t.”

I opened my eyes, turning to him. “Why not?”

“It’s,” he swallowed. “Nothing. Sorry.”

“No, it’s not nothing. What’s wrong?”

He scrubbed his hand down his face, looking out his window. “Micheal fucked with my head.”

“I thought you couldn’t remember anything?”

“I lied somewhat. He was awful Y/N. Showing me the things he would do if I didn’t obey. I—I can’t get the images out of my head.” His voice became tight with emotion.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. He’s gone now.” 

“That’s not the point. Micheal threatened Sam, mom, Cas, Jack, but the worst? He threatened you. God, Y/N, if you saw half of what he was going to do to you, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me.”

“Dean. He’s gone. We’ll find him, kill him and you’ll be fine.”

“Damn it Y/N, you don’t get it do you?”

“I don’t get what?”

“I love you! That’s why he threatened you.” I look into his forest-green eyes, studying the pain and anguish hidden behind them. 

“You don’t get to say that.”

“And why not?” 

I rest my back against the door, as far from him as possible. “You dumped me, remember? For a one-month-old? Not to mention how much of an asshole you were during the whole Amara situation.”

“I’m—”

“No Dean. You hurt me. You showed me just how little you care about me. You wouldn’t have even thought about her twice if you actually loved me. When Micheal convinced you to say yes, and you disappeared, I knew there was no fixing this. One day you're gonna find someone else and leave me just like you did the first time. I can’t go through that again. It would kill me.” I look at him, tears threatening to break through. “I love you. But I can’t do this to myself again”

“I won’t do it again, baby. Forever & al—”

“No!” My sob catches in my throat as I hug myself. “Forever doesn’t exist. Always means occasionally to you Dean.”

“Baby—”

“Stop.” I close my eyes, the pain slowly turning into anger. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Silence envelopes the space between us, leaving an awkward feeling between us.  

A sigh echoes from him, his hand running through his hair. “I know I fucked up. The Mark made me an absolute asshole, and I knew you deserved better. I tried real hard to bottle up those emotions I had for Amara, knowing they were only because of some weird mark-magic shit. After the whole demon ordeal, I knew you deserved better, so I quit trying. I had to hurt you to get you to leave me. I couldn’t run the risk of hurting you again.”

“Dean, that's not your discussion to make.”

“Isn’t it? I’m the one who was going to hurt you. It was me who took the Mark.”

“You don’t think I would’ve done the same to save the world? You’re really fucking dense if you can’t see I would’ve done the exact same thing. The only difference between you and me? I wouldn't have pushed you away for some random creature. Especially a baby!”

“Damnit Y/N. You don��t get it.”

“Then help me understand.” 

His eyes flicker from mine to my lips. “I love you so goddamn much, that hurting you would be hell all over again. And this time, not even Chuck could pull me out.”

My breath caught in my chest. “You don’t mean that.”

“Evey fucking word.”

I look out the window, mulling over his words. “Dean. I—”

“Fuck it.” Dean undoes his seatbelt, grabbing my jaw and forcing his lips to mine. Gasping, I open for his tongue, our saliva mixing into an intoxicating elixir. I throw my arms over his shoulders, pulling on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls back exposing his neck, as I kiss along his jawline. I nip and suck beautiful bruises into his skin, pulling at the neckline of his shirt to reveal more of his skin. His hands go to grip my ass, pulling me over to straddle him. I lean back, making contact with his lust-darkened eyes and swollen lips. My hips grind down, a familiar ache developing in my lower stomach. Dean bites his lip, watching my hips as I rock against the zipper of his jeans, his erection pulling the fabric taut. I bring my lips to his again, small pecks while his hand rests around my throat,wringing a whine from me. “Princess, get your ass to the backseat now.”

I climbed into the back of the Impala, Dean following right on my tail, grinding his clothed cock against my ass as the door shut behind us. I went to turn around, stopped only by the sting of his hand meeting the meat of my ass. “Nuh uh, pretty girl, hands and knees.” 

“Asshole.” A crack rings through the air, his hand meeting my butt once again. 

“What was that again? Couldn't hear it over your bratty attitude.”

I lean my head on my arms, biting my lip to keep from saying anything else. Dean played with the waistband of my leggings, pulling the band just to let it snap against my skin. I push back into him, needing him urgently. Finally, he pulls my leggings and panties down, leaving them tangled up in my knees. Hands trace up my thighs, thumbs spreading my lower lips apart. “Jesus. Why’d I give this up? Such a pretty pussy, just begging for attention” 

“Don’t tease.”

“‘M not baby, just enjoying the view.” He trails his fingers through my folds, fingertips catching on my clit with each drag. Returning to my entrance, he slips his ring finger into me, curling it upward before he adds another. Suddenly, he pulls away, the sounds of his belt being undone sending a rush of anticipation through me. Dean slides his cock along my cunt, coating himself in the wetness fund there. “Wait, wait.”

“What’s wrong?” He leans back, removing his hands from my body. 

“Condom?” 

“Right, right, shit.” Dean climbs over the seat, popping open the glove box to get the needed protection. His jeans and boxers sit on his thighs, cock bobbing as he rolls the condom over it. “Good?”

“Good. Now get in here, cowboy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He breaches my entrance, pushing into my heat, causing a whimper to leave my lips, shaped into his name. The cool metal of his belt buckle presses against the back of my thigh when he bottoms out, his groan vibrating against my back. “Dean, move.”

He tucks his head into my shoulder, a deep groan releasing from his chest. “Sweetheart, if I move, I’m gonna cum like a goddamn pre-teen. Give me a second.”

Rocking my hips back onto him, I earn myself another breathy moan. “Please, Dean?”

“Shit. You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He pulls back, my pussy encouraging him to return home. His hips snap to mine, balls tapping at my clit. I arch my back, panting as I meet each of his thrusts. He sits back, hands finding their place on my hips, dragging me back. “Look at you, such a perfect slut for me, aren’t ya? All for me.”

I moan as his hips speed up, the tip hitting the spongy spot inside me. Dean lands another slap on my ass, leaning forward to kiss the place under my ear. “You’re dripping, soaking my cock so well. And you said you didn’t miss this.”

He grinds into me, the icy feeling of the buckle pressing deep into the heat of my thigh. Baby’s windows fog up, our breaths intertwining in ecstasy as he speeds up, going harder, faster, deeper. Dean’s hand slides up my back, knotting into my hair, pulling me up to my knees, without slowing down. “God baby, your pussy is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever felt. Fuck. Such a good girl for, shit, for me.” 

  I clench around his cock, my orgasm within reach. “Dean, I, I need—”

“I know, princess, I know.” His other hand wraps around the front of my waist, slipping between my folds as he finds my clit, circling it with the right amount of pressure. My head falls onto his shoulder, shameless moans exchanged between us as my climax comes closer and closer. “Dean.”

“C’mon babydoll, cum fr’me.” With that, I reach the heavens, Dean following close behind with a couple of thrusts before he spills into the condom. We lay there, breaths intermingling as he tucks his head into my neck again, pressing soft kisses to the skin there. I pull him away, looking into those enchanting green eyes of his. 

“Fuck you, Dean Winchester.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to my lips. “You just did, sweetheart.”

After cleaning up, again, I curl up on his chest in the back seat, satisfied and secure, as Dean traces patterns along my back, his breath evening out. 

“Dean.” He hums. “I meant what I said earlier. I truly love you.”

“I love you too sweet—”

“But if you break my heart this time, I will cut off your dick.”

“Fair. Now can you go to sleep? I fuckin’ exhausted.”

I giggle at his wording, snuggling into his chest again. Breakups are hard, but when you’re hopelessly in love, it’s hard to remember the pain. Unfortunately, I fell in love with Dean Winchester, and by fate’s design, he fell in love with me. 

[delopsia]

Still stuck thinking about how, after the wedding, Bobby decides to get your and Rhett's favorite flowers tattooed on his hips. It's supposed to be a surprise, but the night before, he winds up telling his own secret because he's afraid of going alone. Squeezing your hand when the tattoo needle touches his skin for the first time. Rolling his eyes when Rhett teases him for getting worked up over nothing.

They're simple little things, two or three inches long at most, your flower on his right hip and Rhett's on the left one, but for Robert I-Don't-Do-Tattoos Floyd, it's a lot.

He's fine until the waistband of his sweats rubs across the sensitive skin afterward, sucking in a sharp breath and squeezing his eyes shut. In fact, he spends the next week and a half wearing nothing but boxers and soft shorts. It's hard for you and Rhett to resist grabbing greedy handfuls of his ass; it's right there.

And he whines so, so much when you gently massage lotion into those flushed red spots. A little bit sore and incredibly distracted by how you felt the need to get down on your knees to do this.

The markings are sensitive to the touch for the longest time, but Rhett figures out that his lips are softer than his hands are. Sends Bobby into a fit of giggles when he peppers the little flowers with kisses for the first time. Even when they no longer hurt, it's still customary to love on them every time you can.

He always hums when a wary finger traces across them, lashes fluttering, so content with the feeling that he nearly forgets what he was doing.

The tattoos are low enough to hide beneath his waistband, and for the longest time, you and Rhett are the only ones aware of their existence. He has no shame in them, but when his shorts ride too low during a game of dogfight football, and Jake loudly asks if that's a tattoo on his hip, he turns cherry red.

It was Nat who affectionately began to call him Rosehips, a little inside joke between the group that slowly leaked into the household. Rhett loves to say it in playful greeting; you murmur it in between kisses down his belly; it's his name in at least four contact lists, and he's teetering wildly close to it becoming a secondary callsign.

The name never gets out of his close-knit groups. Some folks have taken to calling him by it, but the meaning behind the name has yet to fall upon the wrong ears. Less than a dozen people know about the dainty flowers decorating his hips, and he's more than content to keep it that way.

It's been four years, and Maverick still can't figure out why the hell everyone keeps calling Bob 'Rosehips'. Since when did roses have hips?

[jackwhiteprophetic]

Thinking about how terrifying it would have been for Bobby to wake up after his relapse and see Buck, who he's already lashed out against BC of his past and his addiction, there, trying to help save him and how much that would have fucking TERRIFIED him because it would remind him of himself as a child, and how this bleeds into their relationship and Bobby keeping Buck at arm's length slightly, because if Buck is gonna be there to help him he CANNOT be Bobby's child, because Bobby believes he will destroy him, and then S2 ends with Bobby's notebook and past (with Guillermo being the first name on the list?) almost killing Buck, and Bobby takes care of Buck and blames himself and now because Bobby let himself see/treat Buck as his kid, he can't let Buck go back to work and be destroyed by Bobby again. But Buck almost destroys himself to stay at the 118 (like how baby Bobby chooses to stay with his dad) because he has nothing else. Bobby is so fucking terrified of admitting to himself that Buck is like a child to him, because he thinks he's destined to destroy everything that is close to him.

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

Alastor my favorite, but Vox is not close behind. (Story of Vox afterlife amrite?) I just find this guy intriguing. Mostly his dynamics with the other overlords.

I would like to share some ideas I have on this guy. I only know Vox from the one episode he appeared in. Some of these ideas might have been said by someone else. I haven't been following anything, so as far as I know, these are been unsaid and I figured to share my ideas. I already mention my thoughts about his and Alastor dynamic last week so I won't go on with that in this post.

Vox seems to be the most level headed, patient, mild one (Alastor trigger aside) out of the three Vs that we seen so far. Val is volatile and violent. Velvette is rather level headed but she also a bit hot headed as well. Granted we haven't seen too much about the V's, but Vox seems to be the "nice" one out of the three. We seen the other two yell and berate their employees. Vox, we haven't seen lash out at anyone but Alastor. I'm sure Vox is guilty of cruelty. He did climb up to become an overlord in Hell after all, so he screw over A LOT of people to do so, if not straight out disposed of.But I think he went about it more strategically and intelligently over brute strength or force.

I find his relationship with Val interesting. They are definitely friends with benefits. But Val being...well..Val-volatile and violent. I have no doubt Vox had been a victim during those moods. I'm really curious on the dynamic of that. Val is use to taking his aggressions on weaker demons. So I wonder how it goes with someone own power level. Why Vox just let it keep happening? I do think Val does get Vox hooked up on the same "poison" as Angel Dust but Vox has a greater immunity by being an overlord so the affects are dampen or its just used sparsely on him.

I think Val alive is very similar to how he is in Hell. A abusive pimp and a slew of criminal activity. He just a lot more successful in his after life. It's easy to see why he's in Hell.

Vox on the other hand, I don't think he really committed any crimes. If he did, it was white collared stuff. But he did sin, Either by pride or greed or both. I think Vox lied heavily while alive which may lead in why his motto is "Trust us with..." with whatever service he selling. Sadly, when someone ask you to trust them, its usually someone you shouldn't outside of someone you know well.

I have a few ideas what he may be doing while alive.

We know he died during the 1950s and its life was more likely involved with tv. With his charisma, Vox screams showman or salesman, since he seems most concern about the Vs brand.

My first idea is he a Tv salesman. Think sketchy car salesman but with Tvs. He lies, he bait and switch. He knowingly sells knock offs for brand name prices...etc. The deceiving and the greed can easily land him in Hell.

My 2nd idea is he's a appliance repairman, mainly tvs. His business model is similar to example one but a bit more honest work. But having knowledge to repair items might explain his interested keeping up and ahead on the technology field. I like the idea having a more tech savvy trade job while he alive but in the 1950's I think tech support knowledge was rather limited for common folk.

His death was accidental electrocution fixing a faulty tv.

Now my last idea and one I lean heavily one over the other two is, he was a tv host. Which would add another level to his and Alastor rivery. Both being host of a program on their preferred media.

I'm not entirely sure what played during the 1950s. But from the top of my head, his hosting choices would be news anchor, Talk show or game show (possibly game show announcer). I'm going with, he was a very popular game show host, going by the game winning noise he emitted when Val guessed correctly.

It would fit his showmanship. It would also explain his salesman side as well. Back in that era, game shows was basically huge advertisement.

"Bobby, tell him what he won!"

-"He won a brand new kitchen! Complete with 'brand name here' wood cabinets and mint green appliances! Above is 20 feet of smart modern cabinets of maple covering the full length of the kitchen. Which includes a new 'brand name here' 13 cubic foot refrigerator freezer....etc"

I'm guessing his sins would be lying and stepping on anyone to get to the top to where he is. Maybe he committed some low fraud or embezzlement etc... for his show or his personal life.

He seem youngish/prime of his life 30s to have a natural death. Not that he exempt from that but lowers the possibility. I'm guessing he had a quick random accidental death. I'm still going with electrocution to help explain his powers. I have no idea what the 50's electric grid on stage is like but I'm sure they're not always OSHA approved. Or maybe a stage light fell on him, who knows?

That's all my thoughts and ideas on the Tv man. Hopefully it seems logical and interesting.

[muffinsandstardust]

Roier and Foolish: Father and son, one in the same.

so! roier and foolish, family that have a lot in common. let's start with what everyone can see on the surface: they're both silly, comedy reilf characters who act goofy without seeming to take things seriously. this is an act they both put on, a mask. the mask does a lot:

1. it keeps others happy. foolish and roier both are notable for valuing other's happiness above their own. by acting silly, they relieve the mood and lift other's spirits which is very needed on an island where so much trauma is happening continuously.

2. it distracts from their own feelings of loss and dispair. roier and foolish are arguably the people who have lost the most on the island over the longest period of time. they both lost Vegetta and Leo, Roier also lost Spreen, Quackity, Bobby, and Tilín. That pain weighs on them constantly but pain is scary, vulnerability is scary. Especially when that pain and vulnerability has been used against you. (Mike targeting leo, the federation dangling the possibility of bobby being alive) no one enjoys hurting, and feeling numb isn't much better, so it's easier to run from the pain (literally in foolish's case). saying a joke or being the joke offers a distraction, keeps their minds away from the pain. cheering someone up allows their joy to become your joy, temporarily. also it's not just pain they're masking, it's anger. burning anger at the justice of it. because how is it fair they're left waiting with no end in sight. how is it fair they're to go on goose chases with no reward. they're hurting and they want others to hurt but right now they have no outlet to lash out at so better to feel nothing than to burn themselves on their anger.

3. the third reason they wear the mask is to hide their skills. if they (seemingly) take nothing seriously, no one will take them seriously. if they act happy all the time, people will think they ARE happy all the time and won't bring up their more risky emotions. no one can take advantage of vulnerability if they don't see any, don't think to look. if no one look closer, no one will see how capable and how dangerous they are. for instance, they're both very good at PvP but they hide it. no one knew they were skilled fighters. etoiles and cellbit were the only ones who knew about roier, and until yesterday no one knew about foolish. he's not up to etoiles level, but he is still a skilled pvper. they both know how to kill people but they are very careful about showing it. they also use this mask to hide their intelligence. by acting foolish, people underestimate how smart they are. for foolish, it's typical intelligence. foolish is an incredibly smart character/person, he is constantly thinking through the possibilities of everything to the point he's overthinking. he is able to spot and create codes to the point everything he says is a carefully crafted code. "I never lie, but I try not to tell full truths." if you've ever heard the foolhalo fish code conversation, you know how much he thinks about his moves ahead. he thinks so far ahead his fans call him psychic because of how many of his predictions come true. something about foolish I'll expand on later is foolish doesn't like how much he thinks so will go out of his way to not think or use his inteligence. roier uses his mask to hide his emotional intelligence. people forget roier was the therapist of the server before niki arrived. he is incredibly good at reading people and understanding them. and he's used that against people. i won't talk on the spreen situation, I know very little about that, but I will talk on the quackity situation. quackity told his therapist that he had a plan to kill the eggs but changed his mind. roier used that information to manipulate not only quackity, but the rest of the server to turn against quackity for revenge.

now i want to point out the father son dynamic and how much it comes across as not only roier and foolish being similar, but roier taking after foolish. foolish considers roier his son and roier calls foolish his dad, and they care about each other a lot. Foolish is roier with the mask refined, roier is foolish with less restraint. Roier is foolish without restraint. not to say roier has no restraint, but foolish restrains himself to an absurd degree. foolish is almost too paitent in how he acts and holds off on retaliating. roier in contrast, didn't hold back from ruining the lives of the people who hurt him. he spent literal months plotting how to torture someone he previously considered a friend. i fully believe hfoolish is capable of the same acts if not worse, and we saw a glimpse of that with mike's prank.

"Not just you. everyone. hell will rain down."

but foolish won't act on it yet. foolish needs a reason to act, roier needs a reason to hold back. the reason I say foolish has refined the mask, is because while roier is good, people have been able to catch on. etoiles being the main one. foolish has perfected his mask so well, it's a detriment to him. he will try to allow people behind the mask and is ignored or rejected.

"that's 3 out of 3 people who think you're not smart enough to pull this off." "he doesn't care about his kid! he's having too much fun arresting people!" "I think if you like the people you work for and agree with them then you're not influtrating you're just apart of them." "I don't think you know what you're doing." in trying to convince himself and ignore his feelings, he's convinced those around him to the point very few people actually understand him or try to see behind the mask. so even when he tries to trust, and rely on others, he is very limited on who will believe him if he turns to them.

so because of foolish's paitence, it comes across that foolish's mask is older (and more worn) than roier's. with the father son dynamic ontop, it comes across that roier's mask is less experienced and like he's learning/mimicking foolish. i don't think that's what's happened as roier was like this before he was adopted, but it's interesting how much the masks mimic each other.

except the masks have been cracking. the eggs have been gone for over 50 days and people are starting to notice. people are noticing the mask isn't holding up. people are noticing roier becoming more and more tired, he's sleeping more and his eyes bags are worse. people are noticing when foolish's voice cracks, when he goes quiet or suddenly gets angry.

the thing about foolish and roier is that they can read people very well, and they're family. i think it'd be wrong to assume they don't notice the way the other is deteriorating. so we come to the three reasons why they were fighting before purgatory. 1. foolish words, lashing out when the wound was still raw and he was still in shock was the catalyst and that shouldn't be brushed aside. that's a truth he should have kept to himself. (and what hurts is it is the truth, one they both agree with but hurts all the same.) the second reason is they're different methods of coping. because roier has lost everything and had his hope dashed so many times, he believes the eggs are dead. because foolish has lost so much, but seen so many twists and surprises, he believes the eggs are alive until a dead body is before him. for roier, to have hope would crush him. for foolish, to lose hope would crush him. the 3rd reason I would like to circle back to how easy they can read and understand people. now imagine your family, who you know is hurting so badly (and so are you.) daring to smile and act like they're happy. they want the other person to break and admit they're unhappy (maybe so they have permission to break). it's infuriating to see someone (you) acting like it's fine when you know it's not, that they (you) are not.

but all this was before purgatory. the egg wars event has forced them to show how capable they are. how deadly they are. people know now how good at fighting they are. they may try deny it (they both did and are) but people know now. the mask has slipped and there's no putting it back. it excites me thinking what that could mean for both of them. what does it mean when people take them just a bit more seriously?

[thegreatirene]

Babydoll (Jack Mercer x Latina!reader)

Rated: Mature(language)

Summary: you get to see Jack again after three years of being apart. Sucks it has to be at his mother’s funeral.

This is gonna be in 2024 cuz 2005 is too far for me to remember lol. It’s a Latina reader cuz I’m Latina. Probably won’t be much Spanish cuz I barely speak it in my household.

Part 2

“There goes your girl Jackie” Bobby says as he elbows him on the side and gestures his head. Jack quickly turns his head and sees you. Standing there in a black puffer jacket and two men standing at your side as you talk to a older lady.

You move your hair to the side of your face as you smiled at the woman and then turned to look around. You make eye contact with Jack and he straightens his back.Bobby chuckles as he watches Jack.

“She got her brothers with her. You know they don’t let her get near us when they’re around.” Bobby says as he looks around the backyard.

He watches as you turn to the woman and give her a hug and then talk to your brothers. They each gave you a look and you point your finger at them. One of them rolled his eyes and they both backed off.

You walked over to Jack and stood in front of him. He looked at your face for a moment. Taking in how much you changed but were still just as beautiful. You smiled at him and fluttered your lashes at him as you spoke.

“Hi Jackie, it’s been awhile. You look good”

Jack gave you a goofy smile as he smoothed his hand through his hair. Bobby cleared his throat, “no hello to one of your brother-in-laws y/n/n.” He sucked teeth “don’t know if I want to give my little sister away if you gonna be like that” he said as he smiled at you. You laughed as you rolled your eyes and went over to Bobby and hugged him. He patted your back as he looked over at Jack and winked at him.

“It’s good to see you too Bobby. Didn’t think you’d come back”

“Yea I was debating but I didn’t like how things are here” he stuffed his hands back into his pockets as he nodded his head to your brothers.

You looked down at the little girls that were playing in front of the two brothers. “Hey girls”, you crouched down as you smiled at them “ you girls probably don’t remember me since you were younger but I’m y/n l/n. I’m a friend of your daddy’s.”

Both girls said hello and pointed to Bobby and Jack. “They said they are daddy’s brothers. Is that true?”

“Yes that’s right.”

“But how? They’re white”

“Well grandma evie is white but she’s still your grandma, right?” Both girls nodded and continued to play.

“How thing one and thing two doing” you looked back at your brothers. Both men were busy talking to some women as they smiled at them.

“Annoying as fuck. This whole thing with eve has got them on edge and they worry about me.” You took out your vape from your pocket and inhaled. A puff of smoke came out slowly as you turned back to Bobby and Jack.

“It’s been shit here lately. Things changed since you left Bobby. My brothers and I try to keep it at peace but we can do so much.” You offer your vape to Jack and he takes it.

“You know anything that-“

“You’re a policeman” one of the little girls said as she pointed.

All three of you turned to look and see two cops come over. You moved a little closer to Jack as Bobby chuckled.

“That’s right and you’re all under arrest, so don’t nobody move” said one of the cops as he and his partner made their way over to you guys. The two little girls ran away giggling as the same man asked where they were going.

“What about me, green? You gonna arrest me, too?”

“All depends, Bobby. You keeping straight?” You scoffed as Bobby reaches around Jack and bops you on the head. Green laughs and shakes Bobby hand as he brings him into a hug, doing the same to Jack. He looks to you and raises a brow, “y/n, haven’t seen you in a while. Your brother’s keeping you in line?” He says as he hugs you too.

“You guys need to stop thinking my brothers are my keepers. It’s getting old” you rolled your eyes as you went back into jack’s side. Green smiles and looks between the two of you and then back to Bobby.

“Thanks for coming green. Mom would’ve been happy you made it to the service.”

“Shit, your mother would’ve been happy you made it back for her funeral.”

“I didn’t come back for no funeral.”

The air between the men became still has no one spoke. Both cops looked at each other and then back to Bobby.

“Thanks for the offer, but we got it under control.” Said the man next to green.

“Yea I know, I could tell by the looks of things when I drove in. The place looks completely different. Detroit’s finest cleaned it up, huh?” Said Bobby.

“Yea, be easy, Bobby. We got these punks. Kid playing basketball across the street witnessed two gangbangers running in there, shooting up the place-“

“Come on, green. I used to make a good living around here because cops like you guys couldn’t find tits in a strip joint.” You giggled softly into Jack’s arm.

“Why don’t you come inside, have some coffee and some donuts…and then take your boy and get the fuck out of here, okay? Come on.” He tapped Jack on the arm. Jack in turned laughed and grabbed your hand pulling you along with him.

“Bobby you play too much” you laughed as you walked hand in hand with Jack. Bobby sucked his teeth as he walked over to an empty couch and sat down.

—

“I’d offer if you want to spend the night but I know you guys want some brother time, so I’ll get you tomorrow? If that’s ok with you?” You asked as you stood outside of Jeremiah’s house sharing the vape you had with Jack.

“I’ve missed you” he says as he got closer to you. You could feel his body against your arm as he slid his hand under your chin and turned you to look at him. You looked at him with darkened eyes as you looked at his lips and then looked at his eyes.

“Show me how much” you whispered as your lips grazed his.

Jack closed his eyes as he brought his lips onto yours. He pulled back looked into your eyes and went back in. His hands went into your hair as the other went around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as best as you could.

You moaned as you felt him grind into you. Jack moved to kiss your cheek and nip at your jaw and moved down to your neck. You moved your head to side as he sucked a hickey on your neck.

“Alright Jackie” shouted Bobby as he and Jeremiah walked out of the house and towards the pair of you.

“Fucking Bobby” you said as you rest your head on to Jack’s chest. You felt his laugh vibrate through his sweater as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his head on top of yours and rocked you softly side to side.

“Come on Jackie. Say bye to your baby mama and let’s go home.” Bobby said as he patted his brother’s shoulder.

“Bye y/n see you later” he said as he patted your head and walked towards his car. Jeremiah smiled at the both of you walked behind Bobby.

“If you want, come tomorrow and we can spend some time at the house” Jack looked down at you. You rested your chin on his chest as you agreed to meet up tomorrow. He kissed your lips one more time and slowly let you go as he walked backwards towards the car. He stood at the car and took his phone out. You posed as he took a picture of you and pocketed his phone and got in the car.

[yiiyiiwrites]

JJ's Older brother - Headcanon

Bobby Maybank - 23

Six years older than JJ, still living at home because he's paying off debt that his father put in his name.

Hot-head, anger can get the better of him but he's trying to think more before he lashes out.

Works part time as a firefighter and does odd handyman jobs for extra cash.

Always looked out for his little brother, but can't be there for him all the time.

keeps his dad at arms length, tries his best to put himself in the crossfire of their fathers anger instead of JJ.

Thinks JJ is the better Maybank and hates how he get judged for his father/older brothers mistakes.

Takes the blame for most things.

Bails JJ out of trouble every time. "You gotta stop with this shit, J. No ones gonna care soon and you'll be just like him."

Tries to give JJ as much stability as he can, even when he's never had it himself. He makes more mistakes than wins when it comes to his little brother.

Shoved JJ once during an argument and vowed never to lose his temper with him again, even if his younger brother does push his buttons or do something stupid.

They argue a lot, but always resolve it quickly.

JJ's definitely been lectured about not putting out a cigarette and fires. "Start a fire one time man."

Pulls JJ out of fights with Kooks, sometimes to squares up to them so they leave him alone (but doesn't throw a punch).

"You used to punch first and ask questions later," JJ scoffed. "Yeah, but I was swinging at guys my own age. I'm not going to punch a kid now, go to jail for that shit."

Used to sleep in his truck when he had nowhere to go, least he knew JJ had John B's to go.

People in the outer banks can't seem to get past his last name and judge him for being a Maybank, even if he's trying to do better for himself.

used to be close friends with Barry, they still have respect for each other but don't go out of their way to be friendly anymore.

Sticks up for JJ if anyone bad mouths him. "Don't say shit about my brother." "Watch your mouth." Points figure.

Listens to his younger brothers strange ramblings and just nods his head as if he understands.

Pogues have a bet on who can get a smile out of him...which is still running.

keeps to himself and works a lot.

✨Just some extra's to JJ brother prompts - Yiiyii

Please do not take and post my creations, you may reblog/like but do not take and claim as your own.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Once you start thinking about the psychology of the Winchesters you can't stop, literally rewatching the series now is super different than the first time, but I still love it

Now, imagine this, Sister Winchester, after Sam's death, left with Dean and was living with him, Lisa and Ben, but touching on the previous points, she was beginning to want to have independence and also felt that she did not fit in with "the new family." "Dean" for his part Dean was suffocating his little sister for fear of losing her, something similar to what he did with Ben and Lisa who overprotected them too much, I mean, Dean knows that his little sister can take care of herself, she's almost 18 and She is an excellent hunter but she has already lost one brother and she is not going to lose another.

Dean's overprotection and need for independence from his little sister makes these two fight about everything, they are in a very tense time, and everything ends in a fight that could be similar to the one John and Sam had, only Dean is not an idiot like John was, but the concept is the same, the Winchester sister is going to "find her own way"

What would happen when Sam returns?

I think Dean wouldn't look for his little sister while he's with soulless Sam. Dean knows that his sister was deeply hurt by the loss of Sam and he doesn't want her to have to see Sam being indifferent to her, so I think he would wait until Sam has a soul.

Sam with his soul back would also need to see his little sister, so how do you imagine this reunion of brothers?

On the one hand Sam (who was dead) and his little sister

And Dean (the last time they saw each other they fought) with his little sister?

Or do you think that the separation of the sister with Dean is with a fight or is more "healthy"?

Would Dean hide from his little sister that Sam came back because Sam has no soul?

Ooh those are some good questions.

Ok so I imagine the reunion with Sam would be a lot of tears and a lot of hugging—just about completely wholesome.

I think when the little sister found out he was alive, she wouldn’t blame him—he didn’t have a soul, after all. But she would definitely blame Bobby and Dean so much for not telling her (if they didn’t), because she would’ve wanted to know and help get his soul back.

I think the reunion with Dean would be a little strained, just because he didn’t tell her about Sam. I think she would’ve gotten over their fight, understanding that Dean was just scared to lose her like he lost Sam, but she would be mad again about him keeping Sam from her.

I think the separation could’ve gone either way—there’s a possibility that Dean would understand that his little sister didn’t fit in with Lisa and Ben, but I think it’s more likely that they fought. He would’ve been desperate to protect her, and he can’t do that if she leaves, so I can see him lashing out.

I also think that Dean telling the little sister about Sam could go either way. Bobby didn’t tell Dean about Sam, and he hated it, so I can see him finding her right away so she can reunite. But I also would understand him keeping it from her, especially when he starts to view Sam as kind of a threat because of how he acts.

[pe0ple3ater]

Okay Roier's RP has me fucked up so I wrote some angst. It's my job, I can't help it. It's too short to post on my ao3 so I'm shoving it here

Based on Cellbit's 2/4/24 stream :))

There’s something wrong with his husband.

If Cellbit knows one thing after being returned to Quesadilla Island, it’s that there’s something very wrong with his husband. At first, Cellbit thought that Roier was just mad at him for staying on Egg Island. Now, though, Cellbit is sure it’s something else entirely.

The first thing Cellbit notices is Roier’s posture, he’s holding his shoulders a little too high, back a little too straight. More than that, there’s a glint in his eyes that makes Cellbit uncomfortable. It’s the same look Cellbit sees reflected back at himself when he looks in the mirror, searching and analytical. A look that’s cold and the complete opposite of what Roier is at his core.

Roier’s gaze makes Cellbit feel observed, like a bug pinned to a board, like a lab experiment. It reminds Cellbit of how he felt when Cucurucho stared him down, the same cold gaze he sees in his nightmares.

Then he attacks Cellbit, bringing him so low that Cellbit is scared. Even in purgatory, even with their lives on the line, Roier had hesitated. He’d felt so bad that he’d spent the whole night when the green team was split apologizing. Now, Roier holds his sword lazily and laughs as Cellbit stumbles back to heal, stares directly into Cellbit’s wide and scared eyes and laughs.

He can’t stop thinking about it as they explore, the feeling of Roier’s eyes on him making his fur stand on end.

It’s set in stone when Roier mentions Bobby. He uses his son's death like a weapon, speaks of one of his deepest traumas with no hesitation. He doesn’t stumble over his words, there isn’t the familiar glint of a sadness in his eyes. Roier speaks Bobby’s name and his eyes are empty.

Cellbit barely suppresses a growl, ears pressing tight against his head and tail lashing behind him. His hand tightens around his sword and he takes a deep breath, running his tongue against his teeth to keep himself in line. Roier places a hand on Cellbit’s shoulder and Cellbit’s tail puffs up. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He laughs, higher than normal and tinged with an unfamiliar mania.

Cellbit holds back from sinking his teeth in Roier’s hand.

Roier, Pepito, and Richas move on. Cellbit follows, he doesn’t trust Roier to make a portal to get them back to spawn so he digs them out himself. He tries to joke, tries to keep the facade up. He thinks he does a good job, pretending in front of this caricature of his husband. They say goodbye, Cellbit tries to tell himself that he’s paranoid. He tries to push down the feeling, the itch of something wrong. He walks with Richas back to their little house and tucks the kid in for the night. He kisses his forehead and then hesitates as he’s pulling away.

“He was there, right Richas? Roier, I mean, he was there right?” Cellbit asks, voice breaking a little. Richas stares up at him with his big eyes and nods slowly, frowning a little. He’s old enough to recognize instability, he’s seen enough to know that Cellbit isn’t doing good. They both know that. Richas reaches up and hugs Cellbit tight. Cellbit hugs him back and presses his face in Richarlysons’ hair, choking down the tears that suddenly threaten to escape his eyes. His grip on his son tightens and he takes a shaky breath.

“Good, good. I’m glad. Just-” Cellbit shivers and pulls away gently, kissing Richas’ head again “-just needed to check” Cellbit mumbles and tucks the sheets in around his son again. He pats his head affectionately and smiles as genuinely as he can.

“Get some sleep, son” Cellbit says and sits down on his own bed. Richas nods and curls up, falling asleep quickly. He’s most likely exhausted after running around all day. Cellbit watches him for a bit, counting his breaths, afraid that when he looks away he’ll be back in Egg Island and Richas will be gone.

Cellbit knows he won’t sleep tonight, not when he can still feel Roier’s eyes on him like a physical thing. Not with the sound of his slightly-wrong laughter still echoing in his head.

He lays down and stares at the ceiling, he tries to convince himself it’s all in his head.

Cellbit might be losing his mind, but he’s always been too smart to lie to himself.

There’s something very wrong with his husband, and it scares him.

[the-ace-with-spades]

Buck has just one New Year's resolution --- get over whatever he feels for Eddie.

He's thought about it for some time before the New Year's Eve party at Bobby and Athena's, mostly because he didn't know what to do with himself since he and Natalia broke up --- and Eddie and Marisol haven't --- and the more he thought about it, the more he felt trapped with no escape route.

Eddie will always be his best friend, Chris will always be his best buddy. But there's no way further, despite what his heart keeps imagining.

Marisol isn't at the party --- Eddie said she is celebrating New Year with her brother --- but Buck can't stop thinking about how the party will look next year. How she'll be here, giving Eddie the midnight kiss along with all the other couples and Buck will be there, the only person on the sidelines, still waiting for something that will never happen.

Even now, with Chris in Harry's room, completely de-attached and uninterested in spending time with the adults, Buck feels... numb. Like he is missing on something but not being missed.

Buck goes to the kitchen five minutes before midnight, intending to wait out the actual countdown and the midnight kisses. Eddie tracks him down a minute and twenty seconds to midnight.

"Why're you sulking in here?"

"Not sulking," Buck says and it's technically true. He's just feeling a bit raw. "Just needed a minute alone."

Eddie steps closer to him, leans on the counter next to Buck, so close their hips keep brushing up, but still turned towards Buck, enough that Buck can see his lashes fluttering, the little beauty marks on his tanned skin, the warm shade of his eyes, the soft creases around them as he raises an eyebrow at Buck, waiting for Buck to explain himself.

The timer says fifty-one seconds when Buck makes up his mind.

It's forty-six seconds to midnight when Buck leans down, his hand landing on Eddie's collarbone as he kisses him.

He closes his eyes, lets his nose brush Eddie's, lets himself taste the strawberry cheesecake he ate a few minutes ago, breathe in Eddie's sandalwood aftershave, stroke the broken skin on his bottom lip.

Buck steps back when there's no response. Blinks the wetness away from his eyes.

Four...

Eddie stares at him, wide-eyed and silent, leaning back on his hand on the counter.

Two...

There's nothing but surprise on his face, coarse and unprocessed.

One...

The fireworks outside start erupting and there's an echo of cheer from the garden when the whole team watches the New Year begin.

Buck smiles but looks away. "Thought I'd leave that behind with the year."

[gingerfale]

Fuck it, I haven't posted anything in too long, have a snippet of my Destiel camping fic coming out this summer!

Castiel is a little miffed that he's learning the proper way to steer from the front of the canoe on his third day on the water, but he's mollified by the fact that Dean has decided the best way to teach him is by correcting his form manually.

He's not interested, Castiel chants internally as Dean stands beside him and positions his hands on the paddle. The rest of the group is down on the rocky shore, readying the canoes to go so they can catch the morning release at the dam.

"Alright, you're not going to change hands while you paddle in the rapids. Cuts down on the chance of you losing your paddle. If you do, just grab the spare from the bottom of the canoe."

Dean smiles as he gets Castiel to hold the paddle out to his side. Right hand on the top to direct the motion, and left hand on the shaft (don't think about shafts) to do the heavy pulling. Dean continues as he guides Castiel's hands as he paddles the air.

"Alright, so to turn left you're going to want to lean out over the left side, but keep your center of gravity in the canoe, and you're going to turn the flat of the paddle broadside with the canoe and pull in as hard as you can. Like you want to slap the side of the canoe with the flat of the paddle, but don't actually do that."

Castiel mimes the motion. Pull in to his side with the flat of the paddle. Easy enough. Dean nods approvingly, continuing. "To turn right you're going to reach over to the other side. It's going to feel weird."

It doesn't feel right, crossing his left arm across with the paddle. It's not possible to paddle properly this way, and he jerks his sore shoulder as he tries.

"Easy sunshine. You're not trying to propel the canoe forward, the current'll do that for you. You're just going to guide the bow." Dean moves to stand behind Castiel, his arms sliding around him. They're warm, with sun browned skin dotted with freckles. Castiel tightens his grip on the shaft (goddammit) of the paddle to keep him from pulling Dean's arms closer, getting him flush against him, and investigating his skin with a closer eye. Dean doesn't notice this, placing his hands over Castiel's and guiding him gently, fanning the paddle in towards where the front of the canoe will be.

"Think of it as pulling the water towards the bow." Dean says, low into his ear. Castiel copies the motion. "There you go." Dean's breath is warm on his neck and Castiel forgets how to paddle again, his hands floundering. He chances a glance at the other campers getting ready on the other side of camp. Sam is demonstrating for Rowena, Eileen, Donna, and a perpetually distracted Gabriel with his own paddle, while Jody and Bobby chat casually with their backs to them. Rufus reclines in the back of his canoe with his arms crossed and cap pulled low over his eyes.

Only Castiel is getting the hands on treatment. He'd appreciate it more if he knew if this is the best way to learn or if it was reserved only for the most hopeless cases.

He focuses on the motion, trying to make sure he understands enough of the mechanics of what Dean is teaching him that they won't get swamped in the rapids. They move together. Warm skin on warm skin. A mosquito lands on his wrist and he ignores it, too determined to keep Dean's hands on his. Dean notices though, and he makes a soft grunt of disapproval, and slides his thumb down across Castiel's skin to dislodge it. Doesn't swat it flat and smear it, just nudges it away. He rubs the spot it had bitten down, presses the pad of his thumb down just hard enough that when he adjusts the grip back to focus on paddling that the white imprint of his finger ghosts Castiel's skin for a moment before blood rushes back in and it fades away.

Castiel carefully steels his expression before looking up to meet Dean's gaze. Up close he can see where Dean's long lashes have been clumped together by a sleepy hand. There are even smaller freckles on the soft skin under Dean's eyes and hidden in the stubble around his lips, which are a very pleasing color this close up.

"How dangerous is this exactly?" Castiel asks.

Dean's tongue quickly wets those lips and he clears his throat, Adam apple bobbing slightly before answering. "Every couple of years we have somebody dump in the rapids, it's possible to get hurt bad but just remember to point your feet downriver if you fall in, and don't fight the current."

"Don't fight the current?" Castiel asks, eyes still on Dean's mouth.

"Nah, you're gonna end up where the river wants you. Getting swept away is scary, but you have more control than you think," Dean shifted on his feet, "you know, uh, swimming and all that."

Castiel looks up to meet Dean's eyes, unsurprised to find he's being watched. He wonders if Dean minds how close they're standing, with Dean's arms still around him.

"I'm an excellent swimmer." Castiel says in a low but steady voice. Dean huffs out a laugh that may just be a deep breath, finally pulling away. He shakes his hands out like they've gone numb.

"I bet you are, Rainman."

[writefullyrobin]

No spoilers past 1x10 if possible folks!

1x03 – Next of Kin thoughts

I really hope that bouncy castle is tied down… of course, it isn’t…

Gosh it was tough to watch Athena and Michael in the hospital with May. Made ever so slightly more awkward by Michael’s date being there.

My heart hurts for May. I know she’ll come out of this stronger but jeez did she look so small in that bed!

Athena is trying desperately hard to keep her family together but I think she’s going to have to accept that how her family looks is going to have to change a bit if they’re going to remain friendly. Or resentment on all side is just gonna build up.

From one awkward moment to another, I got second hand embarrassment from Chim’s proposal. A proposal should be a surprise. What shouldn’t be a surprise is the idea of being engaged at all. Do these two not talk to one another at all? He didn’t even know she’d been engaged previously? Actually, that entire scene was cringey. Chim obviously didn’t cook that meal, he didn’t repel down in that bouncy castle rescue. He’s lying just as much as she is my omission.

I think Bobby was completely right to call Chimney out on his relationship, he’s just looking out for him, but maybe he could have picked a different moment to do it. In front of everyone where he’s just gonna lash out in embarrassment isn’t great. Chimney wasn’t wrong in that argument either though. What do we actually know about Bobby at this point? He can cook and he has a black notebook.

Holy cow… how is Chimney alive? Also, I think I’ll have to suspend real life a little with this show going forward. No way would the 118 have been able to work on Chimney’s crash otherwise. Buck made me choke back a laugh when he responded to Chimney’s question with “it’s not good”. So glad this show has some humour. And humour that’s done right. Gosh what an awful injury. And worse still, Chimney knows that. He’s a paramedic. He will know all the scenarios in this situation and all the risks of surgery.

I thought Hen was being exceptionally calm following Chimney’s accident considering he’s her work partner but that sort of bubbled over at their next emergency. Her tackle of the lorry driver was A star!

I’m genuinely relieved Chimney survived. I hope this is a new start for him. That little scene at the end, where Bobby called them a family. Ugh. Brilliant. Although I agree with Hen, maybe don’t let Chimney do the manoeuvre…

[melodramatic-orchestra]

you know what everyone struggles with, in 5x04? the episode where after maddie leaves, and esp the scene where chimney meets up with buck (and ends up punching him...)

it's no one's fault, and also everyone's fault.

1. Maddie : maddie's incident with jee yun makes her believe that she's a bad mother, when in actual fact, she's done the absolute best she can, especially when she wasn't with Chimney.

Maddie leaving jee yun at the firehouse with only ravi there, was a bad move, she left her with someone who she doesn't know, looked like he doesn't have any experience with taking care of a baby, unloaded that responsibility on him. She left with everyone in the dark, especially chimney. She only told Buck, which was also unfair because now he's in an awkward position as maddie's brother and chimney's friend.

She left to get treated for her postpartum in the end, after trying to her own life in the ocean. She left out of suicidal thoughts. She made sure to come back, getting herself treated the best she could with help.

Chimney: Chimney unravels after maddie leaving. Being left with only a short video that has undertones of her voice sounding like even she doesn't believe herself, he struggles with work, the house and jee yun.

Chimney wasn't there. That's something he knows, too. He did it once in the beginning of the pregnancy, and what the audience doesn't notice is that he repeats it. It's not on purpose, of course. The blackout was troublesome, having him leave days on end, maddie and jee yun alone. He should've stayed with them, that's it. It went on for days, and the minute it went on longer, he could've pit in a request to leave, something most of us knows bobby would've approved. But that didn't happen. This isn't really a fault, more of something he could've done. Which is probably what he overthinks and ends up lashing out on buck for. He punches buck and lashes out on him for being in the dark about maddie, even though Buck could've told him, which he eventually does only because Chimney figured out Buck already had known. He shouldn't have punched buck full stop. The relationship between them got strained from there even though Chimney has done something similar to buck as well in the past. But I'm not going into that.

Chimney's words when he was talking was right though, maddie is scared and alone, only because she's being led on by her own fear, which knows because she's opened up to Chimney about it, not buck (which chimney doesn't realise) coming to my next point.

Buck: Buck keeps a huge secret for maddie from Chimney because she asked him to. Possibility on him negating the entire thing the entire time, maddie is telling him this is high. My own prediction is that he was unable to do that also because he was on shift. Chances are that maddie told him on the phone, due to the long shift.

Buck should've told Chimney immediately. I mean, he does, because even he can't take it seeing his friend like this. But he does, and that'sonly because again Chimney figures it out, so he'll leave maddie alone, which isn't right. Buck's response to Maddie leaving as we all know is, she'll come back. Whether he's blinded by the relationship that's been set from how they grew up together or from wishful thinking is an unrelated story for later.

Buck does his best to help Chimney later by telling him where he thinks she is, from her phone call, where she asks him why he told Chimney. His own talk with Eddie helps him in realising that his sister isn't just his sister. She is someone with other faces and has flaws.

Maddie left in her own breakdown after her catalyst freak accident with Jee Yun but went to get treated for her and Chimney. Chimney punched Buck, but his own words after that say how scared he was his partner is out there alone, when she needs someone more than ever. Buck should've never kept this secret from Chimney, but he ended up doing that from his past experience with Maddie.

When i say no one's at fault and everyone's at fault, i mean, i can blame everyone, but i can't one person individually cause it's a ripple effect of faults from here and there. If i played the blame, I'll never get to the bottom of it and fail to see and support the characters' decision to do what's best for them.

Maddie Buckley, Howard Han, Evan Buckley, they could never make me hate you.