#dennis needs him like now more than ever

[strawhbrrries]

Movement

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: a double date that leads to mike schmidt coming home with you in the name of "helping your friend" and he ends up fucking you.

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, creampie??, female pronouns, slight degrading??, pet names, heavy cussing, mike being hashtag v hot, no established relationship, porn with no plot, not proofread

word count: 2.1k words

author’s note: listen to movement by hozier for the full experience!!! I know this fic wasn't voted to be the first mike one to be posted but I had to do it okay!!!! he's so hot n sexy in this and i need him badly...please enjoy! mwah!

Your eyes scanned the restaurant in front of your car, you were promised a very nice dinner with a very nice man and the place you ended up might as well have been a denny’s. Gia somehow managed to rope you into a double date and as the amazing friend you are, you obliged. Now, you wanted to take it back. If the guy you were set up with wasn’t just an absolute heartthrob you might consider strangling her in the bathroom.

“Gia, this better be the best damn food and the hottest men you have ever experienced or I’m never doing you another favor ever again.” You teased, getting out of your car as she walked up to it.

“I swear he said this place was nicer! Thank you so much babes, I owe you one!” She responded, slipping her arm inside of yours to walk inside. “Maybe the inside is really nice and it’s just a shady exterior.”

You’d never seen the man Gia was seeing tonight so when the two of you arrived at the table you weren’t sure which man was yours, but you knew which one you wanted. He looked gentle, shaggy hair untamed almost like he wasn’t prepared to go on a date tonight. 

“I suppose I’m your date.” He smiled softly, getting up to pull your chair out for you. “I’m MIke, you look uh, really beautiful tonight.”

After the introductions and small talk the two of you hit it off right away, it helped that Gia and her date were more interested in each other than remembering that the people they brought also existed.  The more you talked the more Mike came out of his shell, he wasn’t as shy as you first pegged him to be. Your heel was slowly caressing his calf, neither of you were quite sure when it had ended up there but he wasn’t complaining.

“A man in uniform is hot.” Your flirting was a little rusty, but it seemed to be working just fine for you.

“It’s just a security gig.” He shrugged it off, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. 

You grabbed the straw of your drink, wrapped your tongue around it, and took a sip. Mike choked slightly but covered it up with a cough, adjusting his pants under the table at the same time. 

“She’s not going to go home with him unless I go home with you.” You whispered in his ear as you leaned over the table, tangling your fingers in his hair to trick Gia into thinking you were whispering something dirty. “I’d really like to go home with you.”

You could feel the heat creep up his neck, his face was flushed. His heart might as well be on the outside of his chest with the intensity that it was beating, it’d been a long time since he’d been on a date or even gotten laid but Abby was at home and that just wouldn’t work.

“Uhm, my sister’s at home, can we go to your place?” Mike’s saliva was thick and pooling in his mouth, it felt almost impossible to swallow. He had to be dreaming, this just didn’t make sense otherwise. He was just doing his friend a favor and now your breath was hot on his neck and his jeans were uncomfortably tight.

The second the two of you walked outside he got fidgety, like he was going to take off the second you let go of his hand. Frankly he was surprised you hadn’t let go of it the second you picked it up, he was dripping sweat from the moment he realized you were his date. He quickly made a mental note to send a letter to the company who made his preferred deodorant, the fact that he didn’t smell absolutely putrid spoke volumes on their product.

“So did you mean what you said inside? Because I’m perfectly okay with just going home.” 

“I meant it, don’t be so nervous.” You smiled back at him, handing him the keys to your car.

The tension was thick, his knuckles were white as he tried to keep his focus on the road ahead and making it back to your place safely and not the fingers drawing figures on his thigh as you spoke about something he couldn’t quite grasp. 

Your place wasn’t too far from the restaurant that Gia’s date had picked, that Mike was thankful for. The longer he had to endure the torture that was your fingers on this thighs, the less his ability to be a gentleman and control himself existed. If it was up to him, he’d probably just pulled over and fucked you in the backseat of your own car but it wasn’t. He was a gentleman, he’d just met you all of a few hours ago, he knew better.

“This is the place.” You smiled softly as he pulled into your driveway.

“It’s nice.” He stated, handing your car keys back to you and taking your hand. “Suits you.”

Mike’s eyes wandered the walls, taking in every aspect of you, as you led him through the house. It didn’t take him long to notice that you lived alone, another thing he was now thankful for. His fingers trailed the zipper of your dress as he stood behind you in your bedroom, his other hand rubbing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“Are you going to take it off?” Your voice was shaky and quiet, for the first time tonight you were nervous. 

“And you thought I was the eager one.” He chuckled, tugging your hair back softly to give him just enough access to your face to make eye contact with you. “Do you get off on bringing strangers to your home and having them fuck you?”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, blessing the ears of the man behind you who responded with a groan. His lips made contact with your neck, biting and sucking at any of the skin he had access to. The hand that was holding your hair back made itself busy drawing the zipper of your dress further and further down until it couldn’t go any further, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. 

Mike detached himself from your neck and took a step back, briefly admiring how disheveled you looked despite still being fully dressed, he made a quick motion for you to turn around and you obliged almost immediately. If you got his dick any harder it might’ve fallen off before he ever got the chance to use it. 

He backed you into the bed, laying you down and sliding your dress off and into a pile on the floor. Another deep groan was emitted into the air as he took in the sight in front of him, you hadn’t worn a bra and the underwear you’d chosen left nothing to the imagination. Mike immediately started thanking whatever god was above for you and the experience he was about to have. 

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone tonight but then you saw him and your entire plan was flipped upside down. You lied about your friend not going home with her date if you didn’t leave with him, you didn’t want him to think you were desperate but he knew now. The second he touched the zipper of your dress, anything left of your facade was gone. You needed him.

“If you weren’t so fucking wet I would’ve thought you were only doing me a favor.” He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing his finger over your folds through your underwear. “ Or maybe you’re just a whore? Huh?”

“For you.” You choked out, words getting caught in your throat over his words. 

At the beginning of the night you would’ve placed money on the fact that he wasn’t capable of things like this, it was like another side of him had come out during the drive to your house. You weren’t complaining, his words were getting to you in a way you’d never experienced. 

“Yeah? For me? Mikey’s own personal whore.” He slipped your underwear to the side and slid his finger through your folds, collecting your juices and bringing them to his mouth. “You’re as sweet as you look, need a honey jar full of you.”

You cried out at him softly, trying to use anything you had to stop his teasing. He was winding you up but edging you right before you could pop, he could’ve said anything and you would’ve agreed just to get him to fuck you. Being this desperate for a man you hardly knew was an exhilarating experience. 

“Please, I need you.” You whined, grabbing at his shirt in a desperate plea. “Please.”

“Good job using your words, pretty girl.” Mike praised, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, throwing them in the same pile as your dress.

His clothes soon joined yours on the floor, a small pout emerging when you realized you wouldn’t be able to suck him off, his eyes catching yours as he climbed up your body. He kissed his way up, biting occasionally. Fingers tracing your skin just as you had done to him earlier in the night, lighting a fire on your skin as they went. It was like his body was made to fit yours, like your souls had searched for each other through every lifetime and yet this was the first time they had met.

His lips finally met yours for the first time, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away to breathily whisper something in your ear. You shook your head in agreement at whatever he said, as long as he kept touching you like that and making noises in your ear you’d agree to anything he said to you. 

Shaking your head yes was the best decision you’d made so far, you felt two fingers slip inside of you. Thrusting for a few moments before they were replaced by the tip of his cock, slowly pushing in as his mouth found one of your nipples. The gentle man you had once perceived had been replaced by a god who was hung like a horse, splitting you in half with the cock fit for a god.

“Fuck.” Mike moaned, tipping his head back when he bottomed out, taking your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “So good, pretty girl.”

Anything you had planned on responding with quickly dissipated the second he pulled out and thrusted back in, a low groan coming out insead. His fingers were digging into your thighs as he held them up where he wanted them, all you could hope for was the imprints bruising as a reminder that this actually happened. What hair that wasn’t sticking to his skin from the sweat covering it was dangling backwards freely, all his focus was on not cumming too soon and if he continued to look at you he definitely would.

Your eyes had glossed over a long time ago, tears streaming down the sides as a byproduct of the blissful state his cock had put you in, fingers gripping desperately at the sheets and your tits bouncing with each thrust. He was once again praying to every god that he would get to do this another time, then he could sear the image of you under him into his mind.

“Mike, Mikey I need..” You whined, the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, threatening to spill before you could even finish a coherent thought.

“C’mon pretty girl, you can do it, let it go.” He praised you, bringing his thumb down to your clit and drawing figure eights in time with his thrusts to help your orgasm spill over.

His words were the final piece in the puzzle, your orgasm hitting you soon after he spoke. Legs shaking, mind blowing, tears, and silent moans was all your body could do at the supernova your orgasm had proved to be. You’d never cum this hard before but if every orgasm after didn’t measure up, he had ruined you. 

“You did so good.” Was all you heard as you came down from your high, Mike’s hands soothed down your hair as he whispered into your ear. 

His thrusts continued at the same pace for only a few seconds before his hips stuttered and he painted your insides white. 

“I guess tonight wasn’t a total waste.” You joked quietly, turning to the side to smile at him as he laid down next to you. 

“We need to do this more often.”

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[capseycartwright]

every little thing the sun shows, well it’s worth it

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Buck should – he should be freaking out, right? He’d lived thirty-two years of his life without coming close to kissing another man, and it should be making him freak out that tonight, he did – but Buck felt flooded with the oddest sense of calm he’d ever experienced in his life.

He’d kissed a man.

or - after his kiss with Tommy, Buck goes to Hen.

Buck can’t help but bring his hand to his lips as Tommy leaves, fingers brushing gently against where the other man’s lips had been just a few minutes previously.

The other man.

Buck should – he should be freaking out, right? He’d lived thirty-two years of his life without coming close to kissing another man, and it should be making him freak out that tonight, he did – but Buck felt flooded with the oddest sense of calm he’d ever experienced in his life.

He’d kissed a man.

He’d kissed Tommy Kinard.

The giggle escaped his mouth before Buck could even try and contain it, and one turning into a fit of laughter faster than he could control, Buck unable to wipe the smile from his face as he grinned. He’d just kissed Tommy Kinard – and he’d really fucking liked it, actually. It had been different, that much he was certain of – the way Tommy had tugged Buck closer, two fingers under Buck’s chin, purposeful and confident as he responded to Buck’s weak attempts at flirting with a kiss. Tommy had been solid, under his trembling hands, broad and big and nothing like Buck had ever experienced before.

And he’d liked it.

Buck was moving before he could even really think about it, his feet somehow knowing where to take him, on autopilot as he slid behind the wheel of his Jeep, too lost in his own thoughts to realise that the radio had been switched to some criminally bad pop music station (Eddie’s doing, he was sure), the music background noise as he drove, replaying that kiss over, and over, the phantom drag of Tommy’s facial hair against the sensitive skin of his upper lip a feeling he was sure he could come to get very used to, if he was allowed a little more kissing.

Buck was parking up in front of Hen and Karen’s house before he even realised where he was – but, now he was actually thinking about it, he wasn’t sure where else he would have gone, there and then. Hen was – Hen was another big sister, to him, and a lesbian big sister at that, so she was the right place to come in the midst of his –

Buck didn’t want to call it a crisis. He didn’t feel like he was having a crisis. But he was definitely experiencing something – and Hen would understand, he knew.

Knocking softly, so as not to wake up Denny, Buck waited patiently for someone to answer. He hoped Hen would answer. He wasn’t sure if he had the words to explain to Karen that he needed to speak to her wife because he’d kissed a boy for the first time in his life, and he’d liked it.

“Buck?” Hen answered the door with a raised eyebrow.

“Tommy Kinard kissed me,” Buck blurted, because why beat around the bush, right? He might as well dive right into it. “Tommy kissed me,” he repeated, in an effort to sound somewhat less manic. “And I liked it. I wanted him to kiss me.”

Hen’s surprised expression morphed into something softer, and she gestured for Buck to step inside, closing the door softly behind him. Gently – always gentle, because Hen was the gentlest soul Buck had ever known – she sat him down on her couch, bustling around the kitchen for a couple of minutes before she reappeared with a steaming cup of tea.

“Chamomile?” Buck breathed in the familiar smell, knowing that Hen would have added honey – the good one that Karen always bought at the farmers market – the sweetness a familiarity he had come to be grateful for over the years. “No tequila?”

“This is a tea conversation,” Hen replied firmly, sitting next to Buck on the couch. “So. You kissed Tommy.”

“He kissed me,” Buck corrected, because he didn’t want to take credit for the way Tommy had leaned in and kissed him, confident in a way that Buck wasn’t – not yet, at least.

“And you wanted him to?” Hen repeated Buck’s own words back to him, gentle even in the way she pried.

“I didn’t know I wanted him to until he did, if that makes sense,” Buck’s brow furrowed. “I – I didn’t know why I was so jealous, that he was spending so much time with Eddie. I thought I was jealous that he was replacing me in Eddie’s life.”

“But that wasn’t why you were jealous?”

“It was, a bit,” Buck admitted with a grin. Hen laughed, and Buck felt himself getting comfortable, genuinely comfortable. He – he’d never talked to anyone about his sexuality before. An hour ago, he thought he was straight. “But I – I think I was jealous that Tommy wanted to spend time with Eddie, and not me.”

Hen’s smile was soft, her expression new – it was new, he supposed. He was Hen’s annoying straight little brother, deep conversations about queer identity were new territory for them. “Was it a good kiss?”

Buck let out a spluttering breath. “Hen!”

“Oh, come on! You look like you’ve sat down and had a beer with God himself Buck, I’ve got to ask if it was a good kiss.”

Buck had been kissed a lot in his life. He didn’t say that to slut shame himself – that usually earned himself furious glances from Hen, and Eddie – it was the truth: he had been kissed a lot in his life, by people he loved and by people he’d only just met – and kissing Tommy had been nothing like he had ever experienced before.

“It was a good kiss,” he admitted, worrying the corner of his lip, his face burning as he spoke. “It was a really good kiss.”

“It sounds like there’s a but coming,” Hen drawled, taking a long sip of her tea. She knew Buck too well, sometimes. He supposed that was why he came here, to her – he could have gone to Maddie, or Eddie, or Bobby, even, but Hen had been the person he’d come to. He needed to be seen, there and then.

“But – how did I not know? How have I lived thirty something years of my life and not known I’m into guys that way?”

That was the confusing part, Buck had decided – he had never really even questioned his sexuality, shouldn’t he have questioned it long before now? Spent years being tortured with this great big queer secret he was carrying around?

Hen was quiet, for a second, contemplative. “There is no one queer experience,” she began, pausing again. “Some people – they don’t know until they know. There’s no requirement to have your big gay crisis when you’re fifteen, Buck.”

“That’s the thing – I don’t feel like I’m having a crisis,” Buck sighed. “That’s what makes it more confusing.”

At least – at least if he was having a crisis, he might be able to put words to the strange mix of feelings churning in the pit of his stomach, none of them bad, all of them unfamiliar.

“How do you feel?” Hen asked, giving Buck a gentle nudge.

He –

How did he feel?

Buck felt like he was on cloud nine, for one. He was still replaying the kiss with Tommy over, and over, in his head, remembering the way Tommy had lifted Buck’s chin, the way Buck’s heart had thudded to what had felt like a dramatic stop as the other man had moved closer, Buck forgetting how to breathe for a second when Tommy kissed him, soft, and gentle. He was excited, too, thinking about Saturday at eight. What would he wear? Where would Tommy decide to take him? Should Buck offer to pay?

Buck felt – well, he felt like every part of himself he had never understood had clicked into place, the puzzle that made up Evan Buckley finally taking shape and making a picture Buck could see himself in. Buck felt like everything in his life made infinitely more sense now, strange interactions and friendships making more sense as he looked back on his life with queer-tinted glasses, hindsight lifting a haze of confusion he’d carried with him for his entire life.

Buck felt –

“I feel like I can breathe properly, for the first time in my life,” he finally managed, tears rolling down his cheeks before he could even attempt to blink them away. That was the truth of it – Buck felt like he could breathe, his chest free of the strange tightness he’d felt for as long as he could remember. Buck felt like he was free.

Hen’s watery expression reflected his own, her voice gruff with tears as she spoke. “Welcome to the club, Buck,” she smiled, reaching for Buck’s free hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “We’re happy to have you.”

Buck couldn’t help the half sob, half giggle that escaped his throat as he let Hen’s words wash over him. All his life, he’d been searching for a place he belonged, bouncing from job to job, bed to bed, and state to state, all in a desperate search for belonging. He’d found it – mostly – with the 118, but there had always been something that was missing, something he’d never had the words for.

The something was this – queerness. He was a part of a community he knew would fill that missing piece in, colour it in liberation and freedom and wrap him up in something bigger than himself.

Buck leaned into Hen’s embrace, his tea long forgotten on the coffee table, Hen’s warmth more of a comfort than the chamomile could ever be. “I’m so happy to be here,” he replied wetly, Hen’s arms wrapped tightly around him, and, well -

It was the truth. He was happy. Happier than he’d been in a long time. The happiest he’d ever been in his life, maybe. Happy, and free – and bisexual. Evan Buckley was bisexual. A bisexual man who had a date on Saturday, but he’d have time to freak out about that later.

For now, he was going to enjoy the way breathing came easier than it ever had done before.

#911 on abc #evan buckley #hen wilson #911 fic #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic #anyway. I’m full of emotions #enjoy #I posted this from my phone forgive my formatting mistakes etc

[shelbgrey]

Hi! Could I request some Alex Karev smut? If possible? :)

Dr. Feelgood(Alex Karev)

Paring: Alex Karev x Fem!Reader

Summary: after being forced to plan a 'prom' at the hospital for Webber's niece, Alex and the reader decided to go together. They had nothing better to do, but their desire can't go unnoticed.

Warrings: SMUT, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, pull-out method, sorta public sex?

MasterList ML2

“Everyone goes to the prom!” Webber shouts. “Everybody!”

And that's when we become party planners instead of surgeons, well we became that after the LVAD wire cutting incident, but that's not the point.

And when you have someone like me who never went to prom and someone like Alex who couldn't give a shit to help plane, nothing could get done quick enough.

Camille's friends just wouldn't shut up. Alex groaned and put his head on the table. The girls continued to ramble about colors and lights and Alex groaned louder like they were stabbing him.

“we could go all white” one the girls said, but then stopped when Alex made more noise of anguish.

“are you having a Seizure?” I asked, more annoyed with his groaning than the teenagers yapping.

“Will it get me out of here?” Alex asked, setting up. “Fine. Let's go with seizure”

Then after a while George got Bailey to help. She got every decoration down to a Tee and got everything ordered. I just didn't want to deal with this lovey-dovey crap. I just broke up with Derek Shepherd because I found out he was actually married, everything was just getting to me. Even a dying guy like Denny proposed to Izzie.

I could tell Alex had had enough of everything too. He blamed Izzie for our intern group's suspension and put on decoration duty, he was just pissed. I couldn't blame him, others might but I always saw a side of him no one else was. To be honest he was my person as Meredith would say… even if he looks ready to punch someone.

I let go of an unclosed balloon full of helium, making it fly towards Alex as it deflates. “Are you serious?!” He grabs the balloon. He was very agitated.

“Calm down, I'm just messing with ya” I told Alex.

“No! Don’t mess with me, have you seen these girls? These decorations! And now this!?”

I shrugged, already accepting our fate. I looked around as the hospital slowly turned into some prom nightmare. My high school prom was hell… If I had one, guy asked me and I ever really got the full experience.

“I really don’t want to be here. I can’t believe Webber forced us to do this because LVAD shit” Alex complained.

“No one wants to do this, but it's for the chief's niece” I said gently.

“Yeah, I know, but he forced the whole hospital staff to attend is stupid as hell”

I shrugged. I didn't really care about most things these last few months because of the Derek and Addison crap. I don't know what possessed me but it turned towards Alex. “you wanna go together tonight? need to be around friends” I don't know how I felt about Derek, but I wasn't ready to see him at his damn prom with Addison.

Alex turned to me, surprised. Like he hadn't expected me to say that. He thought about it for a moment and shrugged “Sure, why not?” he said with a smirk.

“Great,” I smiled.

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The prom went off without a hitch. Y/n looked up at all the lights and decorations as her and Alex slowly swayed to the music.

“I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is nice” Alex said softly as his hands stayed on her hips, moving to the music. He was enjoying every second of this, all because of her. And he felt like he was getting back at Derek for hurting her. He felt good just being with her, seeing her in a beautiful dress instead of those blue scrubs. Even the decorations weren't pissing him off anymore, just being there with her ment everything.

“Yeah…” I looked away from Alex to look at everything around us, all the lights and colors.

“what's up?” Alex asked, she looked back at him with a soft smile. “nothing… I Just never went to prom before”

“Really?” he was surprised, in his eyes y/n was beautiful and a pretty smart doctor. He assumed she probably had a ton of guys wanting her. And he thought Derek was a complete idiot for losing her.

She shook her head. “no one really wanted to ask me…”

“I would have…” He continued to sway to the music, not breaking eye contact with her. Alex looks into her eyes. She had the prettiest hazel eyes he ever saw and the more he looked the more he could see himself falling for her. He couldn’t help but keep looking, they were like pools of honey. It was a nice way to get his mind off of work and the LVAD wire cutting incident. His eyes were locked into hers. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty.

“I was one of those nerdy girls no guy was interested in…” she said softly.

He put his hand on her cheek. She was just so beautiful, he had never thought about her like this before. And now the whole idea of her seemed so new to him and it was making him like her more. “That’s ridiculous. Look how beautiful you are. I don’t know why guys did not ask you out… I don't know why shepherd was stupid enough to lose you”

Her heart pounded against her chest when he said that. She hid her burning cheeks and rested her head on his shoulder as he moved to the music. “I got bumped up a couple of grades because I was smart… I played D&D… I was the weird kid because I didn't want to go out and get drunk”

Alex couldn't believe what he was hearing. He playfully chuckles as they slowly danced around oh... “oh, you were one of those geeks,” he said playfully.

Y/n scoffed playfully, resting her head on his shoulder gently “playing D&D isn't the geekiest thing in the world…”

Alex couldn't help but smile at her reaction. He rubbed the small of her back as they danced. “I was on the wrestling team… Who am I to judge”

“Wow, a wrestler” she laughed softly and playfully into his shoulder. “yeah... I was in marching band, school newspaper... All that nerdy stuff”

“Marching band huh?” he teased her, he lifted their arms up and he slowly spun her around before bringing her back to his chest. “you were a band geek, who knew”

“who knew you could dance” she teased back.

He smirked at her, holding her hand and continued to dance with her with zero embarrassment. “Shut up” he said playfully.

“ya know… If we went to the same high school, I would have been proud to go to prom with you.” he had a serious look on his face now. He was not messing around anymore. His friends would have made fun of him but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn’t care.

Her heart fluttered as she smiled, she wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the hair at the neap of his neck. “I would have been proud to go out with you too... All of my geeky friends would have been terrified of you though” she joked softly as we swayed to the music

He smiled softly and wrapped an arm around her waist. The other hand is still resting on her lower back. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck slightly. “I was always the scary one.” he whispered. “But you’re not afraid of me now are you?”

She ran her fingers through his hair as he nuzzled her neck. “I never was”

He smiled against her skin and kissed it gently. “Good.” he whispered before pulling back to look at her. His eyes searching hers for something, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what though. There was just something about her that he hadn't seen before, it drew him in and made him want more.

Y/n smiled as she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. Deep down she always knew there was more to him than him just being a surgery hungry asshole intern that slept around with nurses.

“Would you believe me if I said I always had a thing for nerds like you?” he said in a playful tone, he wasn’t joking. He genuinely liked her intelligence. She was beautiful and smart and that's what Alex liked in a woman.

“I don't know,” she said in a playful tone. Alex lifted her arm up and gently spun her around then pulled her back to his chest.

He leaned in to nibble on her earlobe softly, they both continued to sway to the music so their conversation didn't look suspicious. “I’m serious.” he whispered before trailing kisses down her neck. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips.

Alex smirked against her blushing skin. He loved how responsive she was to him. He lifted his head slightly to look at her once more. His eyes searching hers. "Do you want me to stop?”

She looked him in the eyes and shook her head. “N-no…” she said softly.

Alex's smirk grew as he felt her hesitation turn into desire. He leaned in once more, his lips pressing against hers with a soft yet hungry kiss, making her heart pounded against her chest . His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss as her hand held his jaw.

The loud music masked the small moan that slipped past her lips as Alex's hands slid down her back, gripping her ass. Alex pulled her even closer, his tongue slipped into her mouth, dancing with hers in a heated duel. He could taste the sweetness of her lips and it only made him want more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, they were barley dancing now and the 'prom' was forgotten.

Alex groaned into the kiss, loving how responsive she was. He felt his blood rushing through his veins, making him hard against her body. He pressed her closer to him, rolling his hips in a small motion, making a small moan get caught in her throat. Y/n slowly pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his, trying to catch her breath.

Alex closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he felt her against him. He wanted her so badly but he knew they couldn't do this here. “We should go somewhere else,” he murmured against her lips before leaning in to steal another kiss.

“Let's get outta here,” she said quietly.

Alex's hands never left her waist as he led her through the crowd, making their way towards an empty examination room. Once inside, he locked the door and pushed her against it, forcing a moan to escape past her. She tugged on his hair as his lips crashed into hers again, his tongue slipping past her lips as he devoured her mouth.

Alex's hands roamed up her thighs, hitching her dress higher. He could feel how wet she already was and it only made him harder. He slid his hand between their bodies, rubbing against her swollen clit through her underwear. “Fuck,”

“Alex” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall as his fingers danced around her most sensitive area.

Alex growled low in his throat, slipping a finger under the elastic of her panties to slowly push them down her thighs as he fell to his knees in front of her. He replaced his finger with his tongue, lapping at her folds and tasting her sweet nectar. She let out another moan, tugging at his hair and arching her hips off the wall.

Alex hummed against her folds, loving the way she responded to his touch. He suckled on her clit, flicking his tongue over it as he circled his finger around her entrance. He groaned when he felt how wet and swollen she was for him.

Her legs got wobbly and she arched her hips, moaning. “A-Alex…”

Alex kept sucking and flicking her clit, driving her wild with his expert tongue. He hummed against her, loving the way she squirmed underneath him. He placed his hand on her thighs, squeezing gently. "Shh...I got you, baby.”

Y/n’s heart pounded against her chest as felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. “A-Alex, I'm c-close” she moaned as her head fell back in pleasure, eyes screwed shut.

Alex wanted her to come undone for him. He lifted up her leg and set It on his shoulder and sucked harder on her clit, swirling his tongue around it as he thrust his finger deeper into her wet heat. “Come for me,” He growled, not relenting until she did.

“Alex!” she moaned louder, tugging at his hair as she came undone on his tongue.

Alex hummed around her clit, enjoying the sweet taste of her as she came undone. He kept sucking and flicking until he felt her muscles start to relax. “Fuck, Angel” he groaned, pulling away slowly and kissing his way up her body as her fingers trailed down his body.

Alex kissed her deeply, she could taste herself on his lips. He pulled her closer, grinding against her as he grew harder. “I need you,” he whispered against her mouth. He quickly pulled the zipper of her dress down, making it pool to their feet. He lifted her up, pushing her onto the examination table.

“Take me” she grabbed his tie, pulling him between her legs. He slammed his lips against hers, the kiss was messy and rushed as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.

Alex looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense as he quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid in slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered against her lips before thrusting deeper.

She moaned, arching her hips against his as the pain quickly turned into pleasure. “oh, fuck”

Alex groaned, feeling her walls clenching around him. He started to move faster, his hips slapping against hers as he took her hard and fast. “That's it,” he growled, nipping at her neck. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Shemoaned against his neck, digging her nails into his back. “A-Alex!” she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside her.

Alex cried out, feeling her tighten around him. He lost himself in the sensation, thrusting harder and faster as they became one. His hips slapped against hers in a rhythmic cadence that echoed through the room. “God, you're so fucking tight,”

She tugged at his hair. “Alex, I'm gonna cum!” she cried out desperately and tugged at his hair.

Alex groaned, feeling her inner walls pulsing around him. He slammed into her one last time, she cried out and bit his shoulder. He slammed into her one last time before pulling out, shooting his hot seed across her stomach and chest. “Fuck,” he panted.

Alex collapsed on top of her, their bodies sticky with sweat and each other's fluids. He nuzzled into her neck, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. “That was... intense,” he murmured with a chuckle.

“A-amazing” she moaned breathlessly.

Alex grinned against her skin before slowly pulling out of her. He reached down and gently wiped some of his seed off her stomach with his tie, chuckling softly. “You're a mess,” he teased as he knelt down and picked up her jumbled up dress.

“It's your fault” she teased as Alex helped her step into her dress.

Alex laughed softly, his eyes trailing down her curves as he zipped the dress back up for her. “I suppose it is,” he agreed as he placed a kiss on her neck. “But I'd do it again in a heartbeat.” He smirked, pulling his shirt back over his shoulder, before he buttoned it back up he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Alex pulled back and smiled back at her, his gaze softening as he studied her face. “You're beautiful,” he murmured before leaning in to capture her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. He savored the taste of her on his tongue, wishing this moment could last forever.

She pulled away, smirking. “who knew Alex Karev was such a softie”

He let out an airy chuckle. “only for you” he smirked, kissing her on the nose.

#Alex Karev #Alex Karev smut #Greys anatomy smut #Alex Karev x reader smut #Alex Karev x reader #Alex Karev imagines #Alex Karev smut imagines #Greys anatomy

[very-feral-lesbian]

the season six finale has officially become the lowest rated episode of 911 ever. here's my thoughts as to why season six as a whole is bad. this is long. it is needed.

objectively, the show has become repetitive.

kirsten reidel has no creativity when it comes to the storylines of buck and eddie. i am going to be focusing a lot on buck and eddie during this talk due to the fact that they have been the most neglected characters when it comes to relationships, and because there has been some serious, queerbaiting throughout the season alongside the worst of the show's writing.

this is our third love interest that buck has had that was representing one singular aspect of himself that becomes suddenly prominent due to the plot at the time. ali made buck realize that he needed someone who was going to appreciate his line of work and that it was a non-negotiable part of himself. abby served as a tool for buck to realize he could be in a serious relationship involving something more than sex. and now with natalia, she just represents this part of his life where he gets himself into near death situations and how to deal with them. these are all important aspects to buck’s personality and life; however, they don’t represent him as a whole.

buck deserves someone who knows him for all parts of who he is, and this show refuses to do that, because if we go from a logical standpoint, if eddie was a woman, and they still had the kind of relationship that they have now, they would be together. their personalities match, they are fucking coparent, and their lives are parallel to one another. 75% of their storylines outside of the emergencies at work are intertwined and coexist with one another.

the only other people with such interconnected storylines are the other couples and the families.

yes, hypothetically if they introduced a character who is basically like a woman version of eddie, and genuinely had this chemistry with buck then i wouldn't be mad. yet they actively choose people who do not have chemistry with him. especially with natalia having chosen a woman who failed a chemistry read with him (oliver) for a fucking romance movie. how are we, as an audience, supposed to ignore their lack of chemistry?

and i will say there was also something that happened in an interview with oliver that made me mad. as we have seen throughout the show, chris has become one of, if not the most, important person to buck outside of his sister. he fathers chris like he wished his father did to him. and oliver has even discussed this in interviews before, stating that buck is coparenting with eddie. but in his most recent interview, he made it seem like the idea of parenting is completely new to buck.

i don’t wanna put the blame on oliver, but the way that he is speaking so differently within such a short amount of time about these relationships, indicates that there was a change at some point. because during the second interview, it was very obvious that they were treating Buck like a second parent to christopher. they said that he was giving him the parental love that he never had. and now they are acting like buck has never experienced what it’s like to be a parental figure, which we have seen (and been told in the past) is the furthest thing from the truth.

before i get into eddie’s relationships, i do want to point out a couple things that also did make me mad this season that are smaller, but still important.

there was a scene between hen, karen and hen's mom when denny was trying to have a relationship with his father. hen's motherly "said that a boy needs his father". this is homophobia. it’s not even subtle. saying to two fantastic mothers of a child that that a child needs a father figure to grow up correctly. this show prides itself on having diversity, although a negligent amount. having a black lesbian family can go so far and be great representation. but now they are just throwing all of their work away by having this character say the most homophobic shit.

in general, the show is very good at not including repercussions of actions or situations. we have not gotten discussion about athena‘s father since the episode about him. they completely abandoned hen's medical storyline, giving an unjust ending that felt incomplete. and bobby’s storyline about that sponsor of his was just dropped like nothing. yes this happens a lot in procedural dramas. however, that doesn’t mean it should happen. this show is nothing without these characters, they make the show. yet, they set up all these gigantic plot lines only to not follow through or provide any insight about how it’s impacting the character going forward, leaving so many things feeling incomplete. and this leads me to eddie.

last time that we saw eddie date, christopher literally ran away from home to bucks because he was upset. and now, with zero resolution about christopher‘s feelings, with little to no talks about it, eddie has allowed chris to have information regarding a woman that he might possibly date before even dating her. this makes no sense for who eddie is as a person. his number one priority is his son, and he has made that clear several times that his son comes before dating. why suddenly is he spreading this information to christopher like it’s nothing? yes, chris has grown up a lot since then, but it was still an unresolved plot line that heavily impacted two of our main characters, but it was dropped like nothing.

i want to talk about the couch theory. oliver had hinted that the couch theory was very important and was going to come to a head at the season finale. i find it extremely difficult to believe that the couch theory that has been set up since the beginning of this season was created to be finalized with a character that we have seen for less than 10 minutes of screen time and has been in less than three episodes. you cannot begin to tell me that all of this work towards this metaphor that has been beautifully written is now just finished with a random character, that we know little to nothing about except her job. hypothetically, if we go with the idea that this was what it was meant to be from the beginning, they did a terrible job doing it. that is really undeniable. but if the originally story involved buddie due to the heavy involvement of eddie and chris in this metaphor, why change it? there have been undeniable parallels throughout the season and an almost frame by frame shot of buck and christopher doing the exact same thing on eddie’s couch, only for the answer to buck's "couch problem" to be natalia? i dont buy it.

as for this season six finale, it was a fucking disaster. for a drama about fire fighters, for all they have been through, a bridge collapse is nothing. there was no moment where i thought one of our main characters were dead. there was no intensity and very little emotion about the scene, except from maddie.

it was only made worse by the jumpcut at the end where all the characters are just fine. eddie had several broken ribs? nope, he's all healed, let him cheer and jump in the air. chim had a rod through his abdomen (that he proceeded to pull out because despite him being a paramedic, he definitely wouldn't know proper procedure)? he's perfectly fine, no mention of any repercussions of that injury. and cap had no injuries after being crushed by a literal bridge? of course, makes perfect sense!

when comparing this season finale to other plot lines like the tsunami, the earthquakes, the texas fires, the lightning strike, the firetruck on bugs leg, and countless others, this felt so subtle. and it was only exasperated by the last 20 minutes of the episode feeling incredibly out of place, like someone wrote it without seeing the first half of the script.

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in general, i think that if 911 continues to have the same show runners and writers from this point forward, it is going to be a repetitive nightmare of a mess of a procedural drama. it is no longer good, there is no creativity in the show anymore, they have created these backstories for all of their characters and refuse to follow through with them.

i have loved this show and the community of 911 since season two when I started watching it, and it is undeniable that there have been some masterpieces of storytelling in the show. nothing will ever beat the tsunami, or any of the "_____ begins" episodes. that is where they peak. they peak when they focus on their main characters and showing their history and how human they are. and yet with every new episode, they undo the work.

i don’t like to throw queerbaiting around for a plethora of reasons, but season six has changed my mind on that. if they truly created the couch theory just to have it end up with natalia, then why include buck being on eddie’s couch then parallels it to their son? why would you cast someone who failed a chemistry test with your main character to be that character's love interest? i legitimately want a reason. because at this point it is just homophobia. they don’t want to do the storyline because it would mean that two more of their characters are queer. and it seems like they want the minimum diversity possible. they already have one gay couple, so why have another? they already hit the gay diversity mark.

there’s a reason that this episode is the lowest rated episode of 911 of all time. If ABC does not listen to 911 fans, season eight will be the last season of the show.

#i could honestly go on but this is long enough as is #even if no one reads this #its nice to get all of my thoughts out #911 #911 fox #911 rant #911 on fox #911 on abc #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #henren #henrietta wilson #chimney han #captain bobby nash #911 season 6 #911 season six finale #911 spoilers #911 show #buddie #lindz rants

[moondustinfj]

MBTI AND ENNEAGRAM ANALYSIS OF INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE CHARACTERS

Part 1

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Mbti

Introverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving

Infps are highly idealistic, sensitive and driven by their values

Especially because their leading function Fi (introverted feeling) allows them to be in tune with their emotions. Very much so that they are driven by their inner compass. They have a clear sense of right and wrong and it's not likely or easy for them to change their mind about something, especially moral issues

Armand: I would have made this woman a vampire. But I thought it best you have a hand in it. Otherwise you would not give Claudia up. You must know you wanted it

Louis: I loathe what I did!

Armand: Then loathe me, not yourself

Louis: No, you don't understand. You nearly destroyed the thing you value in me when this happened. I resisted you with all my power even when I didn't know it was your force which was working on me. Something nearly died in me! Passion nearly died in me! I was all but destroyed when Madeline was created!

Armand: But that thing is no longer dead, that passion, that humanity, whatever you wish to name it. If it were not alive there wouldn't be tears in your eyes right now. There wouldn't be rage in your voice

Infps are very emphatatic and sensitive. They want to make the world a better place and they try hard to help others

"But why, with this passion and this sense of justice, do you wish to call yourself the child of Satan!" - Armand

Louis: I'm incapable of your detachment. I know what it is, and I do not possess it and I doubt that I ever will. I accept this

Armand: I understand. I saw you in the theatre, your suffering, your sympathy with that girl. I saw your sympathy for Dennis when I offered him to you; you die when you kill

They are introspective and they desire to find their meaning in life

"It's a terrible feeling, not knowing, not understanding, not being in control of your own destiny" - Louis

"I would have to know from what... from what it comes. Whether it came from other vampires...or elsewhere" - Louis

They focus on the big picture and are very intuitive

"No need to tell him what to observe, or what to remember. He always knew such things. Years ago, when I'd done the dark magic on him, I hadn't had to tell him anything; he had savored the smallest aspects of it all on his own. Then later he said I'd failed to guide him. Didn't he know how unnecessary that had always been?" - Lestat

With their strive for authenticity and their sensitivity, they look for ways to express themselves through art and stories

Enneagram

Basic fear: that they have no meaning or significance

Basic desire: to have their own identity and purpose, their meaning

Type fours are sensitive, self aware and reserved. They are also prone to be moody and self conscious. They can suffer from self pity and melancholy

Type fours see themselves as fundamentally different from other people. More than any other type, they are acutely aware of their weaknesses and defiances. They see themselves as uniquely disadvantaged or flawed

And because they see themselves as so different, they feel like nobody can see their true selves and therefore no one can love them for who they really are

"For the first time in my life, I was seen"

They might romanticize pain and bittersweet feelings

"I think to be this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn"

Type fours often feel like there is something missing in them that others possess. This thing can't be properly identified but they feel like there is a hole in them that can not be filled

"If I ever thought we have souls, mine is gone forever"

So they feel like with this thing missing, everyone but them can fully understand who they are and their meaning

Type fours struggle to let go of their feelings from the past. They nurse their old wounds and hold onto their feelings about people who hurt them

4w5 (four wing five): The Bohemian

This subtype is combined with type five. So they're more reserved than the usual type four. But they're also more observant and speculative

"Louis, the watcher, the patient one, was there on account of love pure and simple"

Overall, infps and type fours are generally sensitive, creative, melancholic, empathatic, understanding, authentic, emotionally expressive and introspective people

"Louis, whose green eyes are soulful, the very mirror of patient misery, soft voiced, very human, weak; having lived only two hundred years, unable to read minds, or to levitate, or to spellbind others except inadvertently, which can be hilarious, an immortal with whom mortals fall in love" -Armand

" And it occured to me. If Louis does end his life, if he does bring his supernatural journey to conclusion, how will I ever answer for it to Lestat or Armand? It was the love of Louis which had at times crippled Lestat, and enslaved Armand" - David

"The first thing I'd ever noticed about him-well, after his green eyes that is- was his black hair. No, all that's a lie. It was his expression; the passion and the innocence and the delicacy of conscience. I just loved it!" - Lestat

"If I knew a mortal of that sensitivity, that pain, that focus, I would make him a vampire in an instant. But such can rarely be done. No, I've had to wait and watch for you. And now I'll fight for you. Do you see how ruthless I am in love?" - Armand

"Louis, my handsome Louis, in his dark wool and old fashioned high-collared linen, gazing down on us with a look of thinly veiled amusement, but with a secret in his hypnotic green eyes" - Lestat

#if people enjoy this i will make lestat armand and daniel as well :) #and claudia #louis de pointe du lac #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #loustat #iwtv #iwtv books #armand #loumand #character study #character analysis #mbti #enneagram #enneagram 4 #4w5 #infp #louis x lestat #louis x armand #amc #melancholic

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

For the next night nurse, maybe do the reverse of neighbor and gentle giant? She finds out he's Jason Todd after he get a stupid injury trying to show off and Bruce makes him go to the actual doctor's because yknow civilian appearances

"Why do we have to do this?" Jason muttered, "It's not even-"

"Because," Bruce said smiling wryly, "if we keep showing up with stitches and bruises but no one ever sees a doctor it looks suspicious."

"Right," Jason snorted "But-"

Before he can say anything his heart stutters in his chest. You would be picking up today. Damn it. And Of fucking course, Dick would have hurt the arm you JUST put a tidy row of stitches in for him after one of Penguin's goons got the drop on him with a knife.

"What brings you in to-" The question dies on your lips and he KNOWS. The second your eyes lock on his arm, bouncing from the arm to his face in less time than it takes him to assess a threat. He understands now, the tension in a Mexican standoff. It's only a moment but he feels like he's trying to balance on a razor blade. To anticipate your reaction. Are you going to freak out? Are they all caught out? Is this how it all ends?

"Roughhousing," Bruce said quickly. "Boys doing... well frankly stupid things. For the Vine? Is that still a thing?"

"I think it's tik tok now," you hum. And Jason can see you forcing the tension out of your shoulder. The sickly bruising across your cheekbone is fading a little finally and Jason wonders if you force yourself not to wince when you smile at them or if it finally stopped hurting.

"It all changes so fast," Bruce said, "There's no keeping up."

You make a noncommittal noise and step up closer to Jason to inspect the hand he's holding ice on, "What happened there?" you ask innocently. "Another tik tk gone awry?"

"Heated game of Mario Kart," Jason said, forcing a laugh.

"Someone did some nice work on it," you tut, inspecting the row of stitches like Jason hadn't climbed through your window two nights ago growling and snarling until he realized he was putting you on edge.

"Stephanie is a medical student," Bruce supplied, "She wanted the practice- but we thought the hand would need an x-ray."

You hum and try not to think about that hand cradling your jaw to look at the side of your face. Or brushing hair out of your eyes. "How did you hurt the hand?" you ask Jason.

"I uh- we were trying to do the kung fu thing where you break boards and shit-"

"Did you punch it or use the side of your hand?"

"Punched it."

You make a thoughtful noise and nod, "I'll put in for an x-ray. It might be a boxer's fracture but we won't know-

"Boxer's fracture?" Bruce asked, sounding worried.

You hold up a hand in illustration, "When you punch something, you can fracture the bones in the back of your hand- And then every impact after that shoves the bone back together. We see it a lot. Most of the time they don't take surgery as long as you take care of it quickly and don't go punching things for a while."

Bruce nodded sagely and you're struck by how fucking absurd all this is. If this is Redhood then- What the fuck? You turn and pretend to double-check vitals for just a second to school your face back into cheerful neutrality, "I'll go put in the order and we'll know more-"

"Thank you," Bruce said, and taking your cue, you slip out of the room and try not to think about it. Thinking about it was just going to make it even more surreal.

"Care to explain what that was about," Bruce whispered once he was sure you were out of earshot.

"No," Jason mumbled, cheeks heating.

"Jason-"

"She's a good person Bruce," he said, "Just leave it alone. I'll handle it."

Bruce grunted, "Quietly, then."

"I thought we'd have it out in the middle of Dennys. You know. Add to the Ambiance-"

"Jason."

"Don't start old man. Not when we all heard you and-"

"Jason," Bruce growled.

"Whatever."

#Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd #night nurse!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[spotsandsocks]

Fuck it Friday

Here we go- a bit of self promo putting a touch of F in your Friday with one of my E fics that I was quite pleased with. 😏

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @heartshapedvows @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @loserdiaz with wonderful snippets

Coming Home 8.5K first kiss to first time (sequel to I Missed You 11k an angsty little number where Buck leaves for several months until Eddie finds him and finally tells him how he feels but can be read alone) A bit from each chapter to tempt you in

Chapt 1 😚

“Buck we can’t.” Eddie doesn’t sound completely convinced.

“Why?” he tries not to whine

“Because if you kiss me I’m not going wanna stop and we’re at work.”

“I’m not, not back yet.” Eddie considers this a persuasive argument.

“One kiss Eds, please”

Eddie groans, moves infinitesimally closer then pulls back again, head thunking against the wall. His pupils are blown he’s panting and they haven’t done anything.

“We’re waiting.” he says but he lifts his hand and runs his fingers slowly over Buck’s parted lips. Buck closes his eyes and chases after them, catches Eddie’s hand by the wrist, if that’s all he gets he’ll take it. He pulls his hand to his mouth and kisses the palm, drags his lips up to a finger and slides the tip into his mouth.

Chapt 2 ☺️

Chris is already sat on the bed, he pats the spot next to him and Eddie eyes narrow suspiciously, half amused, half concerned.

“Everything ok?”

“Just sit down Dad”

“We need to talk.”

Eddie frowns, well that is a worry, few conversations that start with that end well. “We do?”

“Yes” Chris sounds serious. “It’s about Buck.”

Eddie sits down a little harder than he intended, oh God what if Chris has worked it out and disapproves, he never thought of that. Chris loves Buck so much he never thought he’d be unhappy if they got together. He keeps the nervousness out of his voice when he asks the tentatively, “What about Buck?”

“I don’t want him to go away again.” Some of his anxiety fades, that’s somewhat reassuring at least.

“Neither do I” Eddie reassures him quickly “but I don’t think he will bud.”

“He was sad before but he’s not anymore.” Eddie can’t work out what Chris is trying to say to him.

“No, I think he’s happy to be back.”

“With us?”

“Yes.”

Then Chris gets to his point.

“With you?” Chris fixes him with a look far more penetrating than a preteen should be capable of.

“Um” Eddie’s horrified to feel his cheeks start to go red.

Chris nods thoughtfully, taking his father’s embarrassment in his stride “That’s what I thought.” Then he follows up with a crushing statement, “Dad, why are grown ups so silly That makes him laugh and he bumps shoulders with his son, “no idea.”

Chris has another question, “Denny asked if I can go to his for a sleepover tonight. Can I?”

“That’s a bit short notice Chris” Eddie’s reluctant to agree and anyway he’s already asked Carla to babysit tonight while he’s out with Buck.

“Denny said it was his mom’s idea so it’s fine.”

“Was it now?” he mutters and thinks about his meddling friends fondly.

Chapt 3 😏

Buck pulls away to breathe deeply, mutters his name in a reverent tone with his eyes closed. Eddie’s dizzy, he doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed quite like that, like he was the oxygen necessary for Buck to breathe.

He thinks its finished but then his lips are taken again, harder, faster and he’s being moved backwards until he hits the door of the fridge with a thump. Eddie meets the fire from Buck eagerly, hands coming up and burying themselves in his curls. He tugs slightly and Buck groans, kisses him harder, presses then closer together. He can feel the aching hardness between his legs matched by Buck, pressed up close like this there is just enough friction to tease but not satisfy.

The kisses were a lot but then Buck shifts to his neck kissing downwards, when he bites lightly into the muscle Eddie cries out and his knees actually do stop working he slides a little down the refrigerator door. Buck stops to laugh his breath tickles and Eddie’s squirms. Buck bites again making him gasp once more.

“Like that huh?”

“Take a guess.”

“Nuh huh we said we’d talk,” he’s peppering more kisses along his skin “you gotta tell me these things Eds, I gotta know what feels good”

“You, you feel good” he’s arching back against the door, pressing himself harder against Buck, giving him more access to his neck. Buck hums a pleased little noise. When Eddie looks at him he’s blushing.

“Yeah?”

Eddie pushes his hip forward again to prove it and Buck takes a stuttering breath at the pressure against his cock, eyelids fluttering shut.

Eddie licks his lips “Wanna go somewhere more comfortable?”

@monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @hippolotamus @buddierights @stagefoureddiediaz @thekristen999 @like-the-rest-of-la @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @elvensorceress @bekkachaos @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck hope I didn’t forget anyone

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #buddie fic #911 on fox #911fic #911 fic

[foxilayde]

22. “Look how good you take it.”

26. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

73. “God, you love it like this, don’t you?”

with sub cecil i beg of you🧎🏼

Well since you begged 😈

26. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

[Cecil Dennis x Fem Reader]

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ only smut. Sub Cecil.

“Baby. Oh fuck. You’re so hot right now.” Cecil bites his bottom lip and gulps heartily, adjusting himself as best he can against the restraints that you’ve locked his wrists into on the headboard.

You’re not sure if he’s referring to the feather in your hand that you’re using to tickle him hard or if he’s remarking on how hot your black vinyl outfit looks on you, pushing up your cleavage in the intimidating corset, complete with black fishnets and thigh high patent leather boots, or if its a combination of the two sights.

You’ve never put him in this position before, tied up, buck naked, laying flat on the bed, splayed in such a vulnerable fashion. It’s not like he needs the handcuffs, he’s perfectly happy to follow any order you give him on any given day, but there’s something about the way he jolts and jostles against the handcuffs, the metal clinking against wood, that gives you a self-assured satisfaction at having this pretty boy at your command.

His cock is stiff as can be, undervein pronounced and protruding, he twitches and leaks when you delicately trace the feather up and down his chest, teasing his peaked nipples and fluttering the feather town to tickle his balls.

“Uuuughhh” Cecil cries, bucking his hips into the fluffy tickler, trying with all his might to eek out any kind of friction.

You slap his cheek gently with the feather.

“You want more, desperate boy? Is my feather not enough for you?”

“More. Yeah. Please, more.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Cecil?”

Cecil whines out of his nose, his only response is to hump the air again and clang his restraints. You tut your tongue.

“Suit yourself.” You say to him sweetly, placing the handle of the tickler in his mouth like a horse’s bit. His teeth bite around it, eyes going wide and round, watching you intently as you climb onto the bed, running a vinyl gloved finger from his sweaty forehead down to his nose. You pat his cheek. “I’m keeping that in there so you don’t talk back to me, baby.”

You snuggle up to his side, thigh hitching up and over his leg, Cecil hisses and drools against the handle, eyes rolling back into his head when you slide your your stiletto boot clad leg up his thigh and over his groin, pressing your heel lightly into the base of his cock. His whole body shakes and breaks out in goosebumps.

“You like that, don’t you, pretty?”

He’s harder than ever before, you can practically see the pulse of his heartbeat pounding through his cock when you dig your heel in deeper.

“Answer me Cecil.” You pinch and pull one of his nipples in between your gloved fingers.

“Eehhhhpphfff” his reply is wet and nearly unintelligible behind the object between his teeth.

“Good boy.” You run your hand lovingly up and down his chest, making him buck into the heel of your boot.

“More?”

Cecil doesn’t wait for you to force an answer out of him, his neck strains with emphatic nodding and you take great pleasure in getting up and standing on the mattress between his legs. With utmost care you brace your hand against the ceiling for balance and toe the tip of his cock with your the bottom of your boot, letting Cecil lift his hips up into the sole of it, grinding himself pathetically between his lower abdomen and the black sole. You twist your foot down, causing his hips to drop to the bed and a breathy whine to hiss between his teeth.

“Hold still.” You command. Cecil is a good boy, for now, and doesn’t move his hips, but he does flex his fingers in a subconscious grabby motion. His cheeks are so pink now and you just want to bend down and kiss him on the red patchy flush spreading over his chest and face. He doesn’t buck up any more, you press your foot down firmly, and hold still for a moment before slowly dragging the sole up and down the length of him, occasionally pressing the point of the stiletto to the base of his shaft when the angle is right.

It’s precarious fucking work; balancing on one stiletto booted leg and jerking off your lover with the other, standing on a mattress. Thank god you have a steadying grip on the ceiling.

Cecil moans something indecipherable behind the bit of the handle.

“What’s that, pretty baby, what do you want?”

The phrase is garbled nothingness with his mouth restrained the way it is, and after a few pathetic attempts of his, you decide to practice benevolence and tell him to, “spit it out!”

He spits out the handle and gasps gratefully before whining, “Faster! Please let me come!”

There are fucking tears welling up in Cecil’s eyes and you decide to take pity on your pretty boy, he’s suffered quite enough with your teasing.

You lift your pointed patent black boot off of Cecil’s cock and fold down to your knees between his legs. You extend a shiny gloved hand to Cecil’s mouth. “Spit.” You command.

He breathes brokenly for a few beats, Adam’s apple bobbing— exhausted, before lifting his head and spiting into your palm pitifully.

“Good boy” you smile, he hums at that, letting his head fall back, and when you wrap your hand around his cock, using his own spit to stroke him firmly with the slippery glove, twisting your wrist up and down, Cecil shivers in appreciation.

He’s unrestricted from his vocalizations now, bucking his hips into your grip, profuse adoration spilling out of his lips, “thank you thank you thankyou ohh fuck ahhh ahhhhh!” When Cecil cums, you point his tip towards his chest, creamy white ropes spurt onto his abdomen. You squeeze him from base to tip in your slick gloved fingers, forcing every last drop out of his weeping head.

He shivers in relief, panting out of his pretty lips, eyes going dumb and blinking heavily at you, watching with dumb sated curiosity as you spread his slick semen all over his belly with your gloved hand. He knows what’s coming when you bring your fingers to his mouth, his chin already tipped open in anticipation. He sucks and licks your glove clean, clanking against his restraints once more when he attempts to follow your hand with and eyes-closed sucking motion like a baby searching for a nipple.

“You’re such a good boy, Cecil.”

He grins almost drunkenly, going slack against the restraints, a little streak of his own cum on his chin, “I’m your good boy.”

#Cecil Dennis x Reader #Cecil Dennis x You #Revenge for Jolly fanfiction #smut #oscar isaac characters

[sylkiddsey]

Proving A Point

Sylvie fixes Matt a drink and joins him in the living room. Julia’s been going through a sleep regression, and they have both realized they aren’t falling asleep anytime soon. Instead of struggling to get her to sleep, they’ve decided to let her stay up.

It’s easier and this way, they can spend extra time together. The boys are both staying with friends, so they like to take advantage of the quiet.

“She’s out,” Matt whispers.

The problem is, she fell asleep in her swing chair. They both know if they move her, she’ll wake up screaming.

“At least she’s finally sleeping,” Sylvie replies, sitting on the couch. “We’ll just keep her there for now.”

Matt climbs off the floor and joins her. He grabs her legs and swings them into his lap, massaging her calf. “I think that’s wise.”

Sylvie cuddles into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I miss this.”

“Staying up till three in the morning?”

She chuckles. “No. Not that. You and me. You know, just us together without any distractions.”

Matt kisses her. “Me too. Now that we have all this down time, I’ve been meaning to ask how the new candidate has been?”

Sylvie grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. “He’s great. He seems really nice and he’s also freakishly strong.”

“What do you mean freakishly strong?” Matt asks.

“The guy is very muscular, Matt. He’s jacked. He practically lifted a car on his own,” Sylvie explains.

It was super impressive. The new guy, Denny, isn’t even in his thirties yet and he’s already ripped. She didn’t know a human could be that strong.

Matt scrunches his face. “You sound so surprised a firefighter could be so muscular.”

“Trust me, you’d see where I’m coming from if you met him. He bench pressed my partner at the station like it was nothing. He did like fifty reps, Matt.”

Denny offered to lift her, but she politely declined. It felt too awkward when she barely knows the guy.

Matt squeezes her thigh, grazing his fingers against the skin exposed from her night shorts riding up. “Should I be worried you’re so impressed with this guy?”

Sylvie nudges him. “Oh come on, baby. You know it wasn’t like that. I just didn’t know a human could do that so easily. That’s all.”

“Okay, I’m starting to take offense here,” he chuckles. “May I remind you that your husband happens to be a pretty capable firefighter?”

He’s such a dork. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him until she needs air.

She brushes her nose against his. “You definitely don’t. I know just how capable you are. Denny’s just younger. He probably has more stamina.”

Matt scoffs against her lips. “Hang on. First, you're talking about how jacked this guy is and now I’m old? Yes, I’m probably quite a few years older but I’m not ancient.”

Sylvie can’t help but laugh at the genuine offense on his face. She didn’t mean it like that.

“I never said you were,” she says. “Matt, I’m just saying that Denny is in his twenties. He has youth on his side but you’re not old. Not old at all.”

“You honestly believe I can’t do what he did, can you?” He asks.

Sylvie doesn’t say anything. Matt’s very strong. She knows that but he’s also a bit older than the candidate. It doesn’t make him inferior, just a little bit at a disadvantage.

Matt moves her legs off his lap.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sylvie asks, slightly panicked. She thought they were just playing around but maybe he’s genuinely upset? “Matt, please.”

He stands and holds out his hand. “I’m proving to my wife that I’m not a washed-up firefighter.”

“I never ever said you were.”

He flexes his fingers. “Stand up, babe.”

She grabs his hand and lets him haul her to her feet. “Matt, you don’t have to do this. I think you are incredible. This is silly.”

“I need to get that other firefighter out of that ridiculously beautiful head of yours.”

“He is not in my head. Trust me, you are the only man on my mind. There’s no reason to get jealous.”

He gives her a look and then sits down on the rug. “This isn’t about jealousy, Sylvie.”

It sure looks like it. She has no clue what he is trying to prove from the floor.

Matt grabs her hand and tugs her down with him. She gasps in surprise when she lands on his chest.

“What on earth are you doing?” Sylvie laughs, trying to keep her voice down. “Is this what sleep deprivation does to you?”

“I’m proving a point,” Matt grins. “Lay flat.”

“I’d rather lay like this,” Sylvie charms, hovering her lips over his. “We could make out like teens on the living room floor.”

“Yes, to that but we’re doing my thing first. I’m benching you. Stay still.”

Before she can process, Matt has one hand under her breasts and the other on her thigh. He pushes her into the air which leaves her giggling. She goes up and then back down against his chest.

“You are crazy,” she laughs. “And your grip on my thigh tickles.”

“Still thinking about the candidate?” Matt teases, pushing her above his head.

“I was never thinking about him, but I am impressed.”

“I might push around a lot of paperwork these days, but I still have a few moves.”

Yeah, she’d agree. Although she never once thought he was losing his skill.

“Will you put me down?” She chuckles.

“Not until I out do that amateur.”

“Baby, I can’t make out with you and prove to you how impressed I am from the air. Put me down so I can kiss my hot firefighter husband.”

He lowers her onto his chest, wrapping his arms around her. “That’s more like it.”

“You know I love you.”

He nods. “Yes, I do. It just doesn’t hurt to remind you that I’m not that old.”

Sylvie kisses him, moving her lips to his neck. “I have never thought that. You look as good as you did the day I met you.”

“Okay, now you’re definitely sweet talking me.”

“Okay fine. That’s not true.” She skims her fingers through his hair. “You actually look better. I’ve always been a huge fan of distinguished Captain Matt Casey.”

He smirks. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

He runs his hand down her back, resting it on her ass. “I happen to really love PIC/hot mom Sylvie, so I guess we are on the same page.”

He knows how she feels about his hand placement. He’s starting something they probably won’t finish.

“How long do you think we can make out before our sweet daughter ruins the fun?” Sylvie asks.

“Probably five minutes if we are lucky.”

She pulls him closer, mumbling against his mouth. “Oh well. I’ll take it.”

#brettsey #sylkiddsey prompts #matt casey #sylvie brett #I’m so sorry for being so inactive #I have started dozens of stuff that never goes anywhere #i don’t know what this is #married Brettsey fluff #where did my writing talent go? 😫

[ricketycr1cks]

Dennis is constantly plagued by awareness that the rest of the gang doesn’t have and I gotta talk about it!!!

Okay so the gang has always spent their lives together, there have been gaps but I don’t think they ever spanned longer than months and clearly they are all.. unconventional about how attached they are.

While the rest of the gang seems completely fine and content with this Dennis is the only one who feels he needs to stick to a conventional expectation of life and is almost always the one pointing out said unconventional-ness.

There are a lot of examples of this for one when Dee points out Mac and Dennis having codependency issues. While Mac is fine continuing this routine Dennis suddenly becomes self conscious and starts to distance himself. We also see this during the Valentine’s Day episode where Dennis just wants to tend to the bar, now obviously this is related to other issues but Dennis can easily slip into doing normal things and living a conventional life for the most part.

Dennis does a similar thing with Brian jr, Dennis knows what’s expected of him and is the only one who feels like he has to put himself into that role still. The rest of the gang are content with being single, having no kids or stability, etc, but because Dennis is so afraid/ convinced he has to be this person he tries more than anyone else in the group(also I think he’s holding onto the ideal that is the most sane or rational and that he’s the “normal one” this always falls apart when he is outside of the group however, because he only seems most rational around a group of horribly insane and irrational people)

The thing is though, he isn’t normal and while the group definitely accentuates the terrible people in all of them, it was also always there to begin with. Dennis can pretend for a day, a week, a month, or even a year but eventually the careful shell he has built around himself breaks. Dennis is just as bad as the rest of the group but he’s the only one aware that this is an issue.

The thing we see though, through characters like rickety cricket and the gang themselves is that they truly don’t have anywhere else to go. They have all ruined each others lives so much, gotten so tangled in everything and are already such terrible people that the best thing for everyone is that they keep this balance.

Anyways TLDR: the gang is codependent on each other horribly but it isn’t necessarily a bad thing and while Dennis is aware deep down he has no desire to change this, they are healthy for what they can be which is terrible and awful but also kinda the only way they can be and why would we want them to better themselves when they certainly don’t want to??

#is this too niche #i feel like im going insane #I don’t even know if this makes sense but I had to say it #Dennis never change (he couldn’t even if he wanted to) #iasip shitpost #iasip #iasip dee #iasip charlie #iasip dennis #iasip mac #iasip Frank #rickety cricket #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #its always sunny in philly #it’s always sunny #dennis reynolds #dee reynolds #charlie kelly #mac mcdonald #macdennis #macden

[good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic]

A whole piece on our Glenn being underrated and overlooked!

The article gets into some of his school days, Juilliard and his perspective on acting, his work on Sunny, leaving Sunny after season 12 when he'd thought the show should end (can't wait for that podcast conversation in 3 years or maybe even in Season 6 if they ever address Glenn Howerton Burnout No. 1), and later coming back, continuing to push his boundaries in acting in season 15 with the Ireland arc, and working with director Matt Johnson on Blackberry.

(Gonna use colours now to better distinguish screenshots of the article from my stuff for anyone not using dark mode)

A lot of it is quotes from Charlie and Rob, who are properly frustrated that he's been so overlooked (them, the original Glenn girlies!), his wife Jill, Megan and other people he's worked with, like an old drama teacher from school and Mike O'Brien from AP Bio.

(ok seriously who airbrushed and smoothed the shit out of his beautiful old wrinkly face in this photo, they need to be flogged)

There's also quotes from people, like the Lost writer who's a known Sunny fan and also co-wrote The Hunt, who watched him do his thing in Blackberry and think it's finally going to get him the recognition he's deserved all along.

CALL. THEM. OUT.

Honestly, all of this is just giving me a lot of respect for Matt Johnson, who was looking for comedic actors to play dramatic roles, specifically wanted Glenn to play Jim in Blackberry and had to fight to get him the role because Canadian productions with Canadian funding don't like using outside actors. This guy saw the vision and he was cool with Glenn getting that stupid haircut too.

Apparently, when Glenn received the script, his first thought was why me, shouldn't some bigshot do this role... he's such an idiot.

Something we've always known and the article confirms again is about how he's clearly grateful for the opportunities they have with Sunny, the kind that few writers/actors ever get with that level of creative control (something they get reminded of by other people in the industry a lot) but he's also been the most stifled by it of anyone in the cast because of his goal of being an actor more than the others, and so it gives him these mixed feelings about the longevity of the show.

I don't know if they've ever confirmed that RCG talked about ending the show around season 12.

He's not wrong. We know that once he came back to season 13, he did his rewrites on all the scripts featuring Dennis even though he wasn't fully back to writing yet. I personally don't think they should continue the show if any of them leave. They're better off taking longer breaks between the seasons like Curb does.

Good on you Rob. You tell them.

Seriously, they'd better now give him something good and interesting, so that it's not just us Sunny stans screaming into the void like usual.

#glenn howerton #charlie day #rob mcelhenney #iasip #blackberry movie #matt johnson #dennis reynolds #ap bio nbc #this whole thing makes me feel like a proud parent seeing their kid finally get the kind of promotion they deserve #i feel like i'm keeping a scrapbook of his achievements and gathering newspaper cuttings of all his Big Days like a mum might #ok that's not a great analogy as a self-professed dennisfucker (ace edition) #but i also desperately want to give him a sticker for getting his recognition like this and making steps towards his dreams #of acting in a variety of projects in all sorts of genres and having a career he can feel proud of #blackberry 2023 #juilliard #iasip cast #ap bio #rcg #washington post #glacting #sur rambles #sur #i said it on discord and i'll say it again

[hmslusitania]

Sharing different heartbeats in one night

5x18 spec! Spoilers for the things we know or can guess accurately about 5x17 and 5x18

"Penny for your thoughts?" Eddie asks, handing Buck the beer he'd gotten from the bartender. Buck is leaning against one of the trees in the park, staring into the middle distance, and he doesn't look particularly anything. Not happy, not sad, not...

"A whole entire penny?" Buck asks, taking the bottle while the corner of his mouth twitches.

"Eh, I was rounding up," Eddie says and Buck knocks his shoulder into Eddie's in reprimand. "But seriously, you look very out of it."

"Oh, yeah, just thinking," Buck says. Eddie opens his mouth and Buck cuts him off with a quick, "I know, I know, always dangerous."

Eddie snorts and sips his beer, scanning the party. Hen and Karen are absolutely absorbed in each other on the dance floor, and near them, Maddie and Chim are having a tentative slow dance that doesn't quite match the tempo of the song, but it looks hopeful anyway. Near death experiences will do that, Eddie supposes. Bring people back together.

"Where's Taylor?" Eddie asks, forcing himself to sound neutral. Neutral is the best he's ever been able to get.

"We broke up," Buck says.

Eddie has to remind himself a few times that "congratulations" is not the appropriate response to someone ending their longest ever relationship.

**

The party continues late into the night. Hen and Karen leave for their second wedding night sometime around sunset, but the rest of their group stays to dance the night away. At some point, Eddie loses Chris to Toni and Clive's offer to take all three boys -- Denny, Chris, and Harry -- for a slumber party, and Eddie gets to stay and have fun. He dances with Maddie for a minute, and takes a turn with Athena while Bobby laughs, and with some of Karen's friends, and the entire time it weighs on him.

Buck is single now.

Buck is single. And Eddie is single. And Eddie's in love with him.

Not only is he in love with him, but he's doing well enough now that he can admit that to himself, he can hold that thought in his mind -- in his heart -- and it doesn't feel like a live wire anymore. It feels hot to the touch still, sure, but more like cupping a warm mug of coffee in his palms than something deadly.

And Buck is single.

And Eddie could tell him.

"Come dance," he says instead when he finds Buck sitting by himself at one of the tables. It's a relatively safe request, since it's a fast song, and Eddie's been dancing with a group of people that includes Chim, Ravi, May, and someone who might be in charge of the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter.

"Yeah, alright," Buck says, and allows himself to be dragged to the dance floor.

There's a pervasive sense of joy that seeps through the whole reception. A happiness and acceptance and general wellness that settles in Eddie's bones. And yeah, he's still got some shit to work through, but he's doing so, so much better.

He could tell him.

They share an Uber home -- Taylor's keeping the apartment and Buck's been sleeping on her couch, so it makes good sense for him to just come home with Eddie -- and they're about to turn onto Eddie's street when he finally works up the courage.

"Buck--"

"I've been thinking--"

They both fall silent and do a shuffle of you go, no you go first that results in Buck going first.

"I've been thinking I need to try being single," Buck says and Eddie's stomach falls out through his ass while his heart jumps to his throat. "I -- I think the only time I've really been single, it wasn't my choice, right, because Abby left and then Ali broke up with me, and it definitely wasn't like it was something I chose and so I didn't want it and I didn't try to use it. But now, now it's like, I broke up with her, so I should try to embrace it, right, and I should, like, figure out how I can just be me. With-without trying to be a certain version of myself just to try and make someone else happy. I have to figure out how to be happy with myself. You know?"

"Yeah," Eddie says softly. Because it makes sense, it definitely makes sense, even if it takes that nascent shred of joy and courage that had been bubbling in Eddie's chest and smashes it like a bug on a windshield. "Yeah, that sounds like a healthy and mature decision to make."

Buck smiles, ducking his head in that bashful way he does.

The Uber stops at the foot of Eddie's driveway.

"What were you gonna say?" Buck asks while they slide out of the backseat and simultaneously fish for keys. Buck finds his first and lets them in to Eddie's house.

"Nah, nothing much," Eddie says. He swallows the lump in his throat and warms his hands on the cup of coffee in his head. It'll still be there, when Buck's ready. "Just that you can stay with us as long as you want."

#the ghost ship scribbles #9-1-1 #911fic #buddie #buddie fic #anti bucktaylor #cue season 6 Extreme Pining Era #911 season 5 speculation #911 spoilers

[applcrumbl]

Joy Rider

Just Friends

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Original Female Character Warnings: Strong Language, Mention of abuse (no direct description, just in passing), Mention of ill mental health and suicidal thoughts, (again, only in passing), JJ just Pining over Avery. Word Count: 2K Author’s Note: please bare in mind that these are not chapters! You can read them however you like, skip the ones that don’t interest you etc. It’s okay not to read absolutely everything.

Summary: A glimpse into Arden and JJ’s friendship.

There is blue as far as she can see to one side, and the comforting scenes of Kildare island to the other. She can taste the salt from the ocean as it sprays her in its path up to the sandy shore. With it wafts the smell from the barbeque that her friends cook. She feels the cold water up to her knees, her inner thighs burning with friction from the board. Waves crash against sandy shores and the sound of gulls fly over her head. Arden sits on her board, back to the beach and once again in her own world.

It’s peaceful, relaxing, and exactly what she needs after a day out on the surf. The waves had died down now, so she only rocked gently on the water.

“Hey Denny,” John B shouts from the beach, tongs in hand like a proper BBQ dad, He calls louder, fighting against the sound of Kiara and Pope laughing, “Whaddya want? There’s a burger left?”

She doesn’t answer, not hearing the calls of her name from the coastline. 

“Arden,” He tries again, to no avail, “Jesus Christ, will you go get her?”

“Why do I have to?” JJ asks, sipping his freshly opened beer, “I literally just dried off.”

“You’re still soaking wet.” Kiara deadpans, spooning coleslaw onto a paper plate.

JJ huffs and walks along the pier, handing his bottle to the girl before jumping off the end. He swims to Arden, hands clinging to her board for stabilisation.

JJ Maybank was a caring person, but never one that particularly showed it. He did everything for his friends, and would always be there for them, but he wouldn’t tell them that. He wouldn’t chase you up when you didn’t answer a message, but he would plan a stop past your house to invite you out. He wouldn’t specifically say to call him when you got home safe, but you’d know that you probably should. 

It was different with her, his twin flame, his best friend. They’d grown up together, Arden living in the house next door to his. They were each other's first sleepover, first fight, first friend, first kiss - though Arden swears that hers was with Colton Ashby in the first grade.

She’d always been there, so there was no need for defensive JJ. She’d seen it all, and he’d seen all of her. Of course, there were secrets. She never knew how bad it got after his mother left, the bruises that littered his skin from the age of 13. He never knew about the nights she cried herself to sleep with the want to never wake up. But, neither of them felt like there was information lacking. They had one another, at any time, any place, any point.

He was more caring towards her than he ever had been towards the rest of the Pogues. And his opinions never changed when she moved from the cut to figure eight - despite his inherent hatred for the rich southern side of the island. He was happy that she’d crawled from the depths, and that her uncle had invited her to stay with him whilst her parents were gone. Gone where? Nobody knew. Yet Arden didn’t really care.

She was the glue that bound the group together. Without her, he never would have spoken to John B - much too territorial over his one best friend. If she hadn’t got her first job at Heywards, then Pope wouldn’t have been in the picture either. And even though he can’t quite remember how Kiara got involved, he’d happily put it down to Arden’s doing too. She was the exact definition of both a Kook and a Pogue.

He owed her everything, but she was the only person that he would ever let know that. But, even then his mouth kept shut.

“Foods ready,” he says, prodding her thigh on the open water, “time to come in.”

Her eyes don’t open, “Gimme 5 more Jayj”

“Dude, you’re literally turning into a prune,” he jokes, lifting her leg from the sea, toes wrinkled from the water, “Your age is finally catching up to the rest of us”

There were precisely 3 days of age between the pair of them, but JJ would never let her forget it. Probably because without her, then he’d be the youngest, and something about that just didn’t sit right with him.

“Stop, I'm gonna fall off my board,” She laughs, to which JJ makes a face, “Don’t-”

In one fell swoop, the blond lifts her leg higher, tipping over their buoyant aid, and knocking Arden into the water. She pops up from the depths, gasping for air.

He smirks, “I said it was time to go in”

The girl glowers at him, eyes thin and testing. She climbs back on the board and begins to paddle back to shore, leaving JJ in the sea.

“You can swim back yourself.” She shouts behind her.

-

“I don’t see what the problem is!”

“Of course, you don’t.”

“Then enlighten me, JJ.”

The Maybank boy scoffs, running his hand over an open jaw. “Colton Ashby?”

Arden doesn’t reply with words, instead an expression on her face. ‘Yeah, and?’ It reads, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide.

“He’s a Kook!”

“I’m a Kook?”

“You haven’t always been, you don’t count” He bats back her attempt to change the conversation topic, “I can’t believe you’re going on a date with Colton fucking Ashby. That is so dumb.”

Arden’s eyes roll so hard to the back of her head that it looks as though they may never come back around again. “Oh my god!” She exasperates, “It is not dumb! It’s sweet, and I’m excited to go.”

JJ sits on her barely-made bed. Her family circumstance may have changed, and he uncle may have provided a new life for her, but nothing about the girl had changed. She was still the same messy teenager that she’d always been. Arden grabs the dress laid out on her desk chair. She was never one for dresses on a casual day, but that night felt special. She wanted to put in the effort.

“He was my first kiss, y’know” she points out, sliding into her bathroom to slip into her outfit. “It’s like a full circle moment.”

“First of all, he wasn’t your first kiss. I was. Second of all-”

“You were not my first kiss, stop saying that!”

“Uh, yes I was. We were 4 and sat on your old tyre swing.”

The bathroom door opens, and Arden steps out, clothes in hand. She dumps them in the hamper next to her. “I smell bullshit.” She sits at the vanity direct from the bed, watching JJ in the mirror. He takes in her floaty dress, almost shocked to see her ins something so, girly.

“I smell truth-shit” He tries to counteract but fails miserably. “So many women would kill to say that they kissed me. You should really jump on that. Maybe you’d get a better date than Colton Ashby”

She stops her lipgloss application to eye him in the mirror. “This is really bothering you.” She observes, smacking her lips together and reapplying the cap. 

“I don’t want my best friend running off with some Kook, just because he was her first kiss” He moans, throwing his body back onto her bed, “By that logic, you should be running away with me.”

‘Yeah and I’d bet you’d love that,” she replies, “Can you put this on me?

She holds out a necklace. Small, golden, expensive from afar. But, up close you could see where the colour was tarnishing, and the plastic seed dull. JJ had bought it for her 15th birthday. The first and only gift he’d actually bought her, not stolen. A cheap tourist shop shell pendant with a fake pearl in the middle. But Arden loved it.

And she was going to wear it on her date with one of the richest Kooks in Kildare.

JJ’s fingers struggle with the clasp for a while before it finally hooks to the small chain link. Arden adjusts the pendant on her chest, making sure it lines up perfectly with the V-neckline of her dress. She stands to observe herself in the mirror. “This is fine, right? We’re not going anywhere too fancy I think”

He can only stutter a response, still taken aback by the fact that she’s actually still going. Taken aback by the fact that she’s put effort into the way she looks, for him. There is a hint of jealousy too, but he swiftly ignores it. “Yeah, you, uh- You look great.”

“Man of many words, Jayj”

-

The date was fine, not that Arden was avoiding another opportunity to go out with the dark-haired boy, but not that she was gasping for one either. It was simply an experience that she had and one that she probably wouldn’t ask for again.

Colton was nice, he paid for their food, he picked her up and dropped her home. He even complimented her looks several times throughout the night. She was extremely flattered - but there was nothing else there.

You can really tell when you’re not into someone, because it doesn’t matter how kind they’re being, or attractive they are, or if you have boatloads in common, you will still only notice the negatives.  And they will still be made much bigger than they actually are. You will still ‘get the ick’

Arden hated the shoes he wore. They were too polished and clean. He had loose hair sticking from his gelled-back quiff. She didn’t like that he ordered wine for the table. He mentioned JJ’s necklace, and how it looked like it was a little past its prime. Albeit, this was his way of flirting - offering to buy her a brand new, more expensive one - but everything just rubbed Arden the wrong way. 

“So I doubt you’re meeting him again?” Kiara questioned, using the tree as an anchor to rock the hammock they were both laying in. 

“Yeah, definitely not.” Arden sighs, “Should’ve kept him as my first kiss and no more”

“JJ will be happy then.” Pope pipes up from the camping chair next to the hammock. His flat-brimmed cap was pulled down over his eyes to shield him from the sun.

Kie shoots him a look with her eyes that Arden misses, it’s a shock that Pope catches it.

“How do you mean?”

Pope stutters, ”I just mean that he’s quite territorial,” His words are danced around, like he has more to say - but won't, “He likes his time with you, and a boyfriend would take that time away.”

Arden exhales through her nose, “Yeah, I suppose.”

A loud smash erupts from inside The Chateau, causing the three to jump. John B shouts out not to worry, and that JJ had just dropped a mug. They return back to the conversation.

“Man, that’s Arden’s favourite mug - she’s going to kill you” John B continues, directly to his friend, “You’re supposed to be courting the girl, not pushing her away”

“I’m not courting her, we’re just friends!” JJ exclaims, kneeling to pick up the broken shards of ceramic. Though John B was right on one thing, this was Arden’s favourite mug. “I’ve literally known her my whole life, it’s not like that”

“Are you sure? Cos, her date pissed you off a whole lot”

“Ashby’s just a dick. She can do better.” He explains, “Besides, the date didn’t even go well. She told me.”

A horn honks twice from outside, catching John B’s attention. He looks through the dusty panes of the window to see who it is.

“Is that why he’s just come to pick her up?”

JJ pushes past him, eager to get a glimpse from the window. John B laughs at him as Kiara climbs into the passenger seat of her mother’s car. JJ kisses his teeth, “Ha. Ha. Funny”

“Y’know for someone who is strictly friends with the girl, you sure care a lot about her being with anyone that isn’t you.”

A feminine voice calls his name from outside, and JJ jumps at the opportunity to answer it, practically sprinting outside at her back and call.

“And will jump to her every move.” He observes, speaking only to himself.

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[slxsherwriter]

Make Bad Decisions With Me

Fandom: Lake Placid

Pairings: None. Hinted at potential Jim Bickerman x Reader

Word Count: 5,248

Warnings: Injuries, death, blood, animal death, crocodiles, poaching

Author's Note: Apparently, I've been possessed by the muse, and this man's characters are just letting it all flow. If wanted, there could be a follow-up to this. I liked the way it ended up even if it's longer than expected. Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta Hope this one is just as good as the last one.

A warm shower. Scratch that. Scalding. A scalding shower was the only thing that you wanted out of life right now. Wash away the dirt, the blood, the guilt that pierce you in the gut over the lives that had been lost. How the hell did you get here?

*****

Dennis was an old colleague of yours, and when he had asked for help up in Maine on his study of the giant crocodiles of Black Lake, you agreed with some trepidation. There was a difference between doing work with dangerous animals and doing work with things that might as well have been prehistoric creatures. Experiences with crocodiles and alligators in your past could not have prepared you for seeing the massive, monstrous reptiles that resided in the lake.

What he had failed to tell you were the regulations and background checks and restrictions to be able to even get on site. The offense wasn't the most serious. It was more of an annoyance than anything else. Something that you would have dealt with as you collected the samples. Five foot? Not all that unusual. Manageable when it came to a croc. Hell, you were used to handling snakes now that were far larger. The EPA and police escort? Not the most common place but not exactly something brand new. All things that you could work around in an effort to help him out and give an idea of what these crocodiles actually were, if they were truly crocodiles or another species that was somehow an offshoot. Nothing occurred that you couldn't handle. Right up to the point of the twenty foot giant chased you all as you headed out. Now, that? That really got the heart rate going.

It was what happened after that threw you for a loop. You understood the need for additional samples and data. It was a commonplace problem that most researchers faced at one point or another at least once in their careers. Hiring poachers in exchange to collect that needed data and sneaking into a secured government site? That was not something that you could say you had ever come up against.

Yet, you had agreed to it. Even after being in there during the day and seeing what the crocs could do. Not without giving Dennis a dressing down over it all and dragging you into it. Because while you had agreed, even if you hadn't, it would have been too late to get yourself out of it. And, well, you didn't want to see him dead. Dennis was a good man.

The group of men that Dennis had hired looked pretty much as anticipated and expected. Maybe a little stereotypical, but if they could hold their own and were decent shots, then so be it. Hopefully, they were decent shots.

“I have the code to get in the gate. There shouldn't be any workers around the fence by now, so we should be in the clear.” Too many shoulds to instill a great sense of confidence. The men were arming themselves, and you waited for a rifle of your own. As much as you didn't want to kill an endangered and protected species, you weren't about to walk in there just armed with tranquilizers. There wasn't enough sedation in the world that could be jammed into these to stop a twenty foot croc. Not that a handgun would do the job either, but it would at least slow it down or cause it to second guess an attack if you could manage to hit the mark.

“Before we head in, what's the plan exactly here?” You spoke up, having joined in late, after everything had been sorted out. The men with you and Dennis were after the animals and animal parts while you and Dennis had the idea to collect data. One of the men shoved a gun in your hand without a word. Taking the rifle, you quickly shifted to shoulder it and check out the scope. Getting a feel for the sight was important if you wanted to actually be able to hit whatever you were aiming at.

“We aren't taking any more crocodiles. But we need eggs. And they are going to take what they want.” Multiple felonies. Good. That was great. The rifle dropped, and you let out a small sigh. Nothing about this was a good idea, but the turn back point had long passed you by.

“You aim that at something, you best be willing to shoot it.” Your eyes shot to the older man who seemed to be leading the group of poachers. A hat pulled low over his head and his rifle against his shoulder. He seemed fully relaxed. Far too relaxed for what was about to happen. Confidently, you chambered a bullet without looking. The safety was still on, but you didn't bother pointing it at any of them like there was an urge to do. There was no need for any accidents before you even got in there. Though it would have been amusing to see rheir reactions.

“If I'm aiming this at anything, I'm intending to kill it.” A wide smile appeared on his face at the comment before he was laughing.

“Well, shit. Don't think I've met a tree hugger like you before.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to comment.

“Let's get this done.” The sooner you could get in there, the sooner you got out and were able to head back home. Rid your mind of all of this and try to get back to normal.

Getting in the gate had been far too easy. The lack of security was astounding. Maybe that was because they didn't expect anyone to be stupid enough to break into the site. It was meant to contain. Though with people like Jim, the older man's name was Jim, and his ragtag band of money hungry hunters, it really should have been a consideration.

Apparently, there was a cabin on the property that was going to be a rendezvous point after the group split a little bit later. You didn't know the land all that well, but Dennis had a decent idea, having worked here longer. For now, the group was sticking together. As you reached the edge of the water, the hair on the back of your neck stood. Immediately, you paid attention to the feeling and lifted your rifle. The men followed shortly after as you inched forward.

Jim called out to the thing like it was a damn cat. Both one of the most ridiculous and hysterical moments that you had ever bore witness to, admittedly. But, the thought was wiped away when a hissing sound came from your right. The crocodile that came crawling through the rocks had to be close to ten feet. The men all shot off rounds. A few hit but not enough to kill it before you squeezed the trigger and quickly fired off two rounds into the skull of the animal. That was abysmal and destroyed any sense of confidence that you had in any of them to actually make it through this. Or yourself for that matter if this was who you were with. At least Theresa and Reba had been good shots. Really damn good shots.

You stepped back and glanced at the men who were all looking at you, slightly wide-eyed. Yep, they definitely needed to get out more.

“Did you want anything from that, or are we leaving it for the other crocs?” It took a second for a response, but one stepped forward and began to harvest whatever was wanted from the animal. Guilt curled, but you pushed it back. Survival from this place meant this, and you had to be complicit.

“Gotta say, that's some impressive aiming, sweetheart.” You turned your attention from the sight before you to Jim. The smile held a hint of sleaze, not something that surprised you after spending three hours with the man.

“Just because I'm a scientist doesn't mean I don't have other skills….”

“Maybe you would like to show me some of those other skills.” That went from zero to sixty real fast. While there was a certain charm, if that was the word to actually use, about the man, there wasn't a chance that you were going to entertain such comments. Even more so because of the other men in the group. No need to be fighting them all off.

“You aren't even lucky enough for me to entertain that in your dreams.” His eyes seemingly brightened at the snap back. As if it was an invitation itself. You could have groaned.

“Oh, I don't have a doubt. I'll be dreaming about you.” Without a comeback ready, you simply opted to roll your eyes and walk off. Seems that he could get the best of you on occasion. That was twice now.

“I say we set up camp and then start on what we need to do.” That wasn't a bad idea. Though the one that had you rest on ground level with these crocodiles around wasn't all that comforting.

“We should start moving. Made a lot of noise there.”

***

Setting up camp proved to be a fairly quiet and mundane activity. As if you were all really out here just camping and hunting. Funny how going through the motions was like that. Dennis wanted to break off into your groups so that you could accomplish what he needed done. Making sure your backpack was ready, you grabbed some extra ammo when the men weren't looking. They had brought plenty. Though, with the way that they had shot, maybe not. Frankly, either way, if it was just you and Dennis, you weren't going out there without extra protection.

The day went fairly smoothly from there. No more run-ins with the crocs and a rather peaceful existence between you and the rest of the group. With camp set up, you were all led towards the older Bickerman cabin to know where it was since it was the decided meet point for when you split up. Jim and Dennis stayed behind for something as the rest of you made your way back to camp. That was not something that you were going to touch with a ten foot pole. Already, you were neck deep in this shit. The less you knew about whatever was going on between them. Some deniability would be nice.

Nighttime came, and straws were pulled to figure out a guard duty rotation. All of you sleeping at once was not the smartest of ideas unless you wanted to end up in a croc's belly. You had drawn the first shift, which was fine by you. You weren't entirely sure that you were going to sleep at all, trust lacking in everyone around you.

The fire crackled and kept any sounds from making you too paranoid as you settled down in the seat, rifle resting in your lap. The quiet of the area around you was settling and familiar, even if the threats out there were not. It gave you time by yourself to think through everything that was happening and where it was going to ultimately land you if you got caught. Not in a regretful sort of way but in that way of preparation so you wouldn't be thrown off or blindsided.

It was only about three hours before you were relieved of your duties. Sleep didn't come easily, and when it did, it was interrupted and not all that restful. You maybe got two good hours by the time the sun rose. Up and moving around, you grabbed your bag and tossed it over your shoulder, ready to get moving and get this all over with.

“We'll meet at the Bickerman cabin as planned.” Dennis agreed. “Try not to let yourself become a snack for the crocs kids.”

“Yeah, yeah. We'll see you there tomorrow.”

“Don't try to miss me too much, darling.”

“Dennis, let's go before I end up shooting an old man….” Dennis actually laughed at that and motioned for you to follow.

“Aww, no need to get that violent, darling.” His laugh followed the both of you out of camp.

“This was a really god damn stupid idea.” Dennis sighed.

“I know. I'm sorry I drug you into this. I just knew they wouldn't let me back in to get what I needed.”

“For good reason here, Dennis.” You rubbed your eyes. The sound of a branch breaking caught your attention, and simultaneously, you both raised your guns in the direction it came from. Nothing stood out or moved. You checked behind you just in case, trying to make sure that nothing snuck up on you. When no crocs appeared, there was a matching sigh of relief before you could continue onward. “It's dangerous. And I'm sure some liability with the town and the government. You know how they feel about that. Not to mention, the risk of death for the sake of research isn't worth it to the Sheriff's Department nor the EPA. They have other things that they could allow their officers to work on.”

“You're right.” He glanced back towards you as you worked your way down closer to the water. The search for a nest had begun. If you had guessed how badly things were going to hell from there, you would have hightailed it back to the fence.

It happened fast, far faster than you would have expected it. You were barely able to get out of the way of the crocodile that came lashing out of the water, while Denni wasn't so lucky. Thrown back, you came crashing down hard on the rocks, sending a jagged stone deep into your forearm. Dennis was struggling with the croc, and from the screams, he was not doing well.

“Fuck!” Doing your best to ignore your own pain, you scrambled to your feet and fired off a round. It missed and with the tingling in your left arm, it was hard to keep the injured arm lifted and aiming the rifle properly. The fumbling few seconds was long enough for Dennis to lose a few fingers. The second shot hit true and at least got the croc to back off into the water for now. “Shit…” Adrenaline kept you moving, quickly swinging your pack off of your back. You had to get his wounds bandaged before he potentially lost too much blood.

“Oh, god…”

“Dennis, look at me.” He was focused on his hand, the right missing all but his thumb and index finger now. “Stop and look at me. It's going to be okay.” The numbness and tingling were extending down to your fingers now. Something was damaged, and it wasn't good, but you could deal with your own wound after his had been bandaged, at least. You would need to use the tourniquet for his arm. It wasn't going to feel good, and as much as you attempted to relay that to him, he was too caught up in the moment.

You worked as quickly as you could, thankful for that class that you had taken all those years ago when you first started going into the field. He had passed out at some point, and you couldn't tell if it had been from the sight of his own blood or the shock and blood loss. It hadn't seemed like enough, but what did you know? There wasn't a chance that you would be able to carry him, and leaving him sounded like a horrific idea, but you weren’t sure what else you could do.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You groaned and worked the best that you could to wrap your own arm. Waiting here didn't seem like the smartest idea. Leaving him made you feel sick, but the best chance of getting help was moving. You agnozied over the decision for a few minutes, moving back from the water so that you were ready for another potential attack.

Ultimately, the best chance for survival for the both of you would be to get help. Hopefully, he would wake up soon and be able to get himself moved more. You had dragged him back the best that you could.

Picking your way through the woods towards where you had found the cabin yesterday took a little work and some second guessing of the direction, but luck seemed to be on your side. The clearing came into view, as did the dilapidated cabin.

“Thank god…” You murmured to yourself. Bodies were moving around, you could see that much. There wasn't mistaking Jim as he came into view.

“Dennis?” He called out before his eyes landed on you. it didn't take him any time to recognize the fact that you were alone. “What the hell happened?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” You had noticed the limp and the blood on his lower pant leg. It looked old and dried though.

“Shit, you're bleeding.” Glancing down, it was easy to see that he was right; blood was dripping off of your fingers, but you couldn't quite feel it.

“Not the easiest to wrap it myself.”

“Sit down.” He motioned towards the edge of the platform that had been built around the cabin. “Ya got any more bandage left?”

“Think a little.” Carefully, you shrugged off the bag, trying not to grimace as the motion brought about a lot of pain, fire burning in your upper arm. “Big pocket.”

“Where's Dennis?” Jim didn't bother asking and used a knife to tear the rest of your sleeve off of your shirt to get better access to the wound.

“He was worse off than I was and passed out. Couldn't carry his dead weight, so I had to leave him, figuring it was better to find help than wait for it to find us.” Not that you thought he would come looking for you at all. Finding help had really been Bickerman and his group first and getting to the fence second.

“Ah, shit.”

“Seems to be the theme of the day,” you offered, trying to use the conversation as a distraction from the pain as he used some of the bandage that you had already placed and the remaining that you had in the bag to properly wrap up the wound on your arm the best that he could. “Where are the rest of your guys?” He simply shook his head. No words were needed for that. Blowing out a slow breath, you felt like crying, but that wouldn't do any good right now. A breakdown could come after. So, instead, you bit down hard on the inside of your cheek and looked out towards the water.

“I'm going to look for eggs.” It shouldn't have been a surprise that he was still focused on getting something out of this. Money seemed to be his biggest driving force.

“Fuck that. I wanna get the fuck away from this lake.” He shook his head.

“I ain't letting this be a waste of a trip. That out there is a damn jackpot, big payday that I’m not walking away from.”

“Wouldn't expect you to.” It wasn't mean spirited when you spoke. It was simply one of those "of course" sort of statements. He blinked, eyeing you almost as if he was trying to make the determination if he was offended or not. “Just go on.” A quick wave indicated that he should get moving. Dennis was waiting for you to come back, and the sooner he got what he wanted, the sooner you would be able to go back for your fallen friend. He nodded, grabbing his own bag and headed off.

Sitting there in relative peace, something that couldn’t be trusted to remain, you felt the weight of everything come crashing down on you. It was a bad thing to be sitting there in the quiet. Your hand was shaky, something that was impossible not to notice, as you raised it to run it through your hair and then down your face.

A warm shower. Scratch that. Scalding. A scalding shower was the only thing that you wanted out of life right now. Wash away the dirt, the blood, the guilt that pierce you in the gut over the lives that had been lost. How the hell did you get here?

Before much more thought could be given to it, there was a lot of shouting. Far too many voices or it to be Jim. Jumping to your feet, you quickly made your way towards the front of the cabin to see a group of four teens running towards the dock. Their shouting was mingling with that of the group of people coming from the dock. You immediately recognized the three adults. Ryan, Reba, and Theresa. You weren't sure that you had ever felt any sort of relief close to what coursed through you at that moment. There was a chance of getting out of here.

The loud hissing roar came, signaling that another crocodile was going to make itself known. Quickly, you raised your gun and fired at the beast that came flying out of the water at the same time as Reba did. As difficult as it was with the barely functioning arm. At least you could lift it and have it act as a bit of a brace for the rifle.

You joined the group.

“I would ask what the hell you are doing here, but I'm going to guess you came back with Dennis.” Reba glanced towards you.

“Might have been the worst decision of my life.”

“Wouldn't argue with that.” Theresa was hugging what you assumed was her daughter while one of the other girls seemed injured, chomped on by a crocodile given the blood coming from her abdomen. How she was standing was beyond you, but adrenaline was a wonderful thing.

“I just want to get the hell out of here and never see another crocodile again.”

“You and me both.”

“We'll find a way out.” One of the boys that was with Ryan turned and spotted Jim.

“Did you find Dennis?” Now that was odd. Had he said he had been looking for Dennis? You hadn't seen him with the teens when you had found him here.

“Dennis is dead.” The comment sent your stomach plummeting through your feet and bile rising in your throat.

“Who the hell is this?” Before you could offer any information, Theresa's daughter, Chloe, was speaking.

“He's a poacher. Jim Bickerman.” Well, she had that information correct. “I saw the picture of you with your mother. “Delores and Jimmy, 1960.” That was news to you. Though, it made sense then. Jim limped forward, rifle shoulders, but he still hadn't said a word. That was unusual, at least from what you had learned from him over the last day and a half.

“Oh, you're the nutbag cousin.” The comment from Reba brought a small snort from you before you could help it, too amused after everything. It sort of fit now, didn't it? Jim shot you a glare before responding.

“With all due respect, Miss Fish and Game, I'm the son of a bitch that saved these brats. Nutbag…” That comment had really irritated him. Though, you supposed if you were in his place, you would feel pretty irritated with it as well. “Is that what they're calling me back in town now?”

“No, that's what I'm calling you.” All right, maybe you liked Reba. She didn't take shit. First impressions weren’t always correct. Jim didn't seem to know how to take that right away. He didn't have a response. “Nathan Bickerman owned this cabin and before he skipped town, he told me that his cousin was suing him for it.” He probably hadn't been suing for sentimental reasons. You glanced at Jim and tried to determine where his mind was at but it was hard. Reba continued on, this time addressing Jim once more after she had explained what she knew.

“You’re not honestly pissed because you didn't inherit this shit house? Jimmy….can I call you Jimmy?” His shoulders relaxed, and lips twitched into a smile. You rolled your eyes, something that was commonplace it seemed when this man was around.

“Yeah…” The word was barely whispered, but the permission was there.

“Jimmy, the way I see it, not leaving you this place is about the nicest thing anyone could do for your crazy ass.” The hair on the back of your neck stood once more, and the hissing sound of the crocodile sounded out once more. You swung your gun towards the water, ignoring whatever else was going on once more.

“You tie that thing up?” Looking back, you realized that the crocodile was indeed chained to the dock. How the fuck did that happen?” Jim hesitated for a second.

“Um, Dennis did. I sorta helped.” Christ, this entire thing was going to sound utterly insane to an outsider. It sounded insane to you, and you had lived through it.

“Seriously?” He gave you a shrug, as if it hadn't been a big deal.

“Yeah, whatcha do that for?”

“Whatever, let's just get out of here.” Theresa was right. It really didn’t matter. What was done was done. There was nothing to do about it now, and considering that Dennis was dead, the reasoning behind it was rather moot. Getting out of there alive should be the focus of everyone here.

“You don’t want a full confession? Maybe you have changed.”

“It doesn't really matter much now, does it? It's done, and Dennis is dead. We should be getting out of here.” You still had your gun trained on it, but everyone suddenly did when the crocodile let out a roar and began to thrash around. The chain around its neck made a horrible sound as the movement tested the strength of the metal. But it wasn't able to get free just yet. Jim began to laugh, the first to lower his rifle. Old man really was crazy.

“Well, well, well. Now, that was some kind of fun, huh folks?” The tone of his voice had changed, like when he had been flirting with you. He was trying to get something. And as suspicious as it made you, you weren't comfortable moving your gun off of the bigger threat. “Listen, I’d love to just, huh, hang out here and chat with y'all but…Max!” He lunged forward and grabbed a hold of one of the teens. Was this really what we were doing? The muzzle of the rifle was settled just shy of Max's neck. Ryan immediately shifted forward but wasn't able to do anything about it right away. Now, with the gun trained on his son.

“You're coming with me.” Ryan demanded to have the boy let go, but you knew that Jim wasn't going to do that. “Excuse me, Daddy. I'm not going to get very far with just one wheel here. I need this tough guy to help me along the way.” Ryan drew his gun, but Jim promised that Max would be dead before he pulled the trigger. Finally, you forced yourself to turn your gun away from the crocodile, training it on Jim.

“You too, sweetheart? I'm hurt.”

“You want someone, take me. Not the kid.” Slowly, you inched forward, though not stepping close enough to appear a threat. Testing that line was something that you were not willing to do. Enough death had occurred because of stupid decisions that you had made. The kids needed to get out of here. The gun was carefully lowered before you set it down and held up your hands. Jim seemed intrigued for a moment. But he was still backpedaling. Max was trying to assure his dad that he was going to be fine. Just as you made one more attempt, the chain and the wood that it was attached to made the sort of sound that had you all turning your attention back to the massive crocodile that was letting it's displeasure at being chained known. Everyone was unloading their weapon onto and into it. It snapped off its anchor in the wood and snagged one of the boats that was just off shore. When everyone turned their attention back, Jim and Max were gone.

“I'll go after them. You get the other kids back to safety.” Though it seemed like panic was on their minds, one of the kids decided that he could outswim the croc, launching himself into the water like an idiot. “Get the hell out of the water, kid!” Max and Jim hadn't gotten that far away as you heard Max's voice shout out, asking the same damn thing.

Everything from there happened in a blur. Drew, the young man that had thrown himself into the water, ended up dead. Ryan knocked out Jim, got Max out of the water himself, and everyone was ready to move on.

“Are we really going to just leave him there?” You looked between Ryan, Theresa, and Reba. None of them seemed to have any issue with leaving Jim behind. As much as you wanted to leave, the idea of leaving the man to die didn't sit well. “There's been enough death hasn't there?” That seemed to catch their conscious, and Ryan groaned before turning around and heading back to where you had left the man. You would figure out how to get him out while Theresa and Reba got the kids back to the fence.

What you found when you arrived made you a little queasy. Jim was lying on the beach, bleeding severely. Son of a bitch. Quickly, you rushed forward. His left arm and left leg were mangled beyond recognition and something had happened to his left eye. You weren’t sure how that even happened.

“Can you get an evac out here?” You looked up at Ryan as you began to pull off your flannel, reaching for the knife that Jim had kept so that you could try and dress the wounds. The man was going to die of blood loss before you could get him out, likely, but guilt was going to make you try to get him out of there.

“It won't be quick enough.”

“I know he threatened your son, but we left him here.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll try. You're going to have to stay with him.”

“I got it. Just enough ammo to hopefully keep us safe. Go.” He nodded, giving you one more hard look and a chance to back out of it, but you were steadfast in your decision. Carefully, you pulled Jim as far away from the water as you could while Ryan took off running back in the direction of freedom.

“You're going to end up getting me killed, you crazy old bastard.”

“I knew you liked me…” He wheezed out with a laugh. If he kept talking, even if it was painful to listen to, it meant that he was alive. So you would take it.

“Yeah, I'll let you run with that right now because you look like utter shit.”

“Way to make a man feel good, sweetheart.” A small laugh left you, something you couldn't help as you settled his head in your lap, a small concession to try and offer some comfort. You just had to keep him conscious and talking until Ryan showed back up with an evac team.

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[manykinsmen]

Rosberg did not achieve the impossible. He had everything handed to him to beat the black driver in a German team. And he still barely did it while destroying everything.

That’s childish and unfair and you know it is.

Lewis came from a far less privileged background, yes. And Lewis has faced many difficulties in Formula 1 because of his blackness, yes. But he is also the greatest Formula 1 driver of all time just mathematically, without putting any kind of personal feeling onto it. And he proved that at Mercedes, quickly. He almost won his rookie season, Lewis has something magical and people have always been able to see that in him. Toto has always seen that in him. Ron Dennis saw that in him. Eddie Jordan saw it in him. Nico and Keke saw that in him. Everyone that got close enough saw that in him in, and it’s the case now. Yes the establishment of the FIA has never liked him, probably for racist reasons among others, but lots of important people and players always have done.

I don’t know how long you’ve been watching F1. I’ve been watching since the 90s. My first crush age four was on Michael Schumacher. And I’m a Brit - I cannot convey to you what a Prince that was Promised Lewis was when he arrived in Formula 1. He almost won the championship in his rookie season - he did in his second! He swooped right in to a top team with a seat at McLaren and started fucking shit up. That was exhilarating to half of F1 and terrifying to the other. People have said this shit about Max before his championships and Charles and now they’re saying it about George and Oscar. Let me tell you that they aren’t even in touching distance.

Nico scrapped it out at Williams and then scrapped it out at Brawn-era Mercedes. In F1, having a championship to your name immediately puts your over anyone that doesn’t. Immediately. You may not realise this with so few champions on the grid now but back in the days of the five world champions grid line up, it was a lot. Everyone else was fighting for crumbs - the world didn’t want or need more champions.

Nico had an easier path into F1, that’s more than fair to say. But once they were both there, Nico was fighting an uphill battle in a way that Lewis just wasn’t. It was like Lewis swooped in from above. Nico almost had a seat at McLaren next to Lewis, did you know that? But Button took it because he was world champion and Nico was something and nothing in a Williams. You should read up on that.

If you give Lewis his due, as you should, as we all should, then you have to accept the enormity of what Nico achieved. Lewis is the best there has ever been and Nico beat him, even if it did take everything and more, even if there were horrible consequences. And it was close, incredibly close, and there was some luck in there. But it’s disrespectful to Lewis as much as Nico to say that there wasn’t also skill.

#brocedes #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg

[bieddiediaz]

swaying as the room burned down

buck/eddie, 1169 words, 5x18 spec

as always, i am incapable of writing without @tawaifeddiediaz ​ 💜

Buck is happy. Buck should be happy. Everyone he loves most is in one place, there’s enough food, drinks, and laughter to go around, and he can feel the joy in the air. Hen and Karen, brimming with love, are taking turns dancing with each other and with Denny. Bobby and Athena have bright smiles as they look over their little family. Jee-Yun was being cooed at by everyone in the room before Maddie put her down for a nap, and Christopher was dorkily dancing with his dad and now he and Harry have their heads together over a video game. Buck even spotted Maddie and Chimney in one corner of the dance floor.

And Eddie. Buck has been unable to take his eyes off Eddie all day - Eddie making Christopher laugh, Eddie spinning May around the dance floor, Eddie with his suit and his jacket and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows that are destroying what’s left of Buck’s sanity. Eddie has been so much happier lately, lighter than Buck’s ever seen him - like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders and he’s finally learning to live without it.

Buck is so, so proud of him, and so, so happy for him. He watches Eddie, who can dance, apparently, smile brightly when he twirls Maddie and she kisses his cheek, and laugh as he waltzes with Karen, and circle the floor with Jee-Yun in his arms, and thinks all I need is for him to be happy. He looks around, and he sees healing, and happiness, and everyone finding themselves and rediscovering love, and he thinks what more could I possibly want.

But it’s tainted - his heart feels heavy with his breakup, with the knowledge that trying to build something won’t matter if he and his partner love and appreciate and want different things, with the realisation that it’s never going to work out for him if it isn’t with the one person he can never have - even if his traitorous heart refuses to quit hoping. Because sometimes, he thinks possibly - especially after Eddie came out, quietly one day, and shyly told them all he was queer, even though he hadn’t settled on a label yet. When he catches Eddie looking at him, or smiling fondly, with the smile Buck likes to pretend is just for him, or trusting him with Christopher, again and again, he thinks maybe and what if.

He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t realise he can’t see Eddie on the dance floor anymore, doesn’t realise until a shadow falls across the table he’s sitting at all alone and there’s a hand in front of him. Buck will take to his grave that that is all it takes for him to recognise it’s Eddie. He looks up just in time to catch Eddie’s smile and, “Are you going to mope here all day or are you going to come dance?” 

Buck bursts out laughing. “Hate to break it to you, but I can’t dance. Not all of us have hidden talents - when did you learn to dance like that?”

Eddie, apparently, elects to ignore the jab about his dancing skills. “Oh, I’m aware. Doesn’t mean you need to sit here and sulk.”

“I - wha - I’m not sulking!”

“Sure you aren’t. Come on,” Eddie smirks, wiggling his fingers.

Buck heaves a put upon sigh, but he’s having trouble keeping his amusement in check. “Fine.” He takes Eddie’s hand to pull himself up, but Eddie doesn’t let go - just grins, bright and beautiful, before he starts pulling Buck towards the dance floor. They come to a stop just as the upbeat song finishes and a slow song starts playing in its place. Buck, very aware that Eddie is still holding his goddamn hand, raises his eyebrows. “Come on, we’ll come back when there’s a song we can actually dance to.”

Eddie levels him with a look. “Oh, no. Now that I’ve got you here, I’m not letting you go. You’ll find an even darker corner to sulk in and I won’t be able to find you again.”

Buck’s brain gets stuck on not letting you go. Before he can say something stupid like there’s nowhere I would go from where I wouldn’t come running if you call, Eddie has used their still joined hands to rearrange them into something that resembles a traditional dance pose. Their hands stay clasped together, but Buck now has one arm around Eddie, and he’s very, very aware of Eddie’s arm around him, the searing heat of Eddie’s hand on his waist. “I still can’t dance, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles that just-for-Buck smile at him again. “This is a slow one. I’ll teach you. Watch me - step back here, and…”

Buck, again, can’t take his eyes off Eddie’s face as he gently coaches Buck through simple steps. To his surprise, they fall into something resembling a pattern, and he even manages not to step on Eddie’s toes. Eddie looks proudly at him. “There you go. I knew you could do it.”

“Yeah,” Buck murmurs, “Guess I never had the right teacher before.”

Eddie meets his eyes, fond. “Guess not.”

They sway. They hold each other, and keep each other’s gaze, and circle around the dance floor until the song finishes. They stop in place, but Eddie doesn’t seem to want to let Buck go. And Buck - Buck has never, ever, been the first to let go of Eddie - but especially now, with Eddie’s arms around him like they belong there, Eddie so close to him that Buck’s sure he can hear Buck’s heartbeat, Eddie looking into his eyes like he never wants to look away.

And suddenly - suddenly - Buck realises what it all means. The smiles he’s never been able to place, the way Eddie glanced at him when he came out, the way Eddie’s eyes seem to find his in any crowd, the dancing - suddenly, Buck feels like he’s been hit with a hammer and blinding light all at once. He’s not sure what expression his face is making, but he’s certain that every single emotion he’s tried so hard to hide are all swimming to the surface. He can feel Eddie freeze in his arms, see Eddie’s eyes fill with tears, just as he hears himself whisper, “Oh.”

Eddie’s still holding him, still looking at him, and his smile is bright even as a tear drips down his face. “You too, huh?”

“I - Eddie. So long.” Buck thinks he sounds strangled.

Eddie closes his eyes, then. Tilts his head forward until his forehead rests on Buck’s. “Me too.”

And Buck can do nothing but close his own eyes, drop Eddie’s hand to bring his arm around and hold Eddie properly, start moving again when he feels Eddie do the same. Eddie pulls him closer, moves closer to rest his temple against Buck’s, and Buck feels he’s dancing on air.

A new song plays. Everyone he loves most is around him, Buck is happy, and they sway.

#ishawrites #911 #911 fox #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tuserad1thi #userdahlias #tuserzee #tuserksn #usersiren #usergary #usernymika #useralie #userceecee #if you saw this with typos no you didn't