Together

"I'm going to start going through withdrawal symptoms when this arrangement stops being so, you know, Sexy," Reecy offered as her spoon was plunged into the depths of a wickedly sweet and gooey banana split.

The smirk she received in return could only be described as devilish. "You plannin' on pullin' the plug, little lady?"

( The Southern drawl got her every time. Not only that, but he was tall, dark and handsome, and horses weren't all this cowboy knew how to ride like an expert... )


Reecy Chester
{ Original Character }

#85 FURIOUS

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#36 EMPTY

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Talent

[Modern Au]

Athos reached out fumbling for a pack of cigarettes and a battered Zippo lighter. Lit up, exhaled.

He thought about coffee. Instead he flopped back against the pillow, arm across his eyes, cigarette dangling from his lips. A growth of unkempt beard and matted hair gave him the look of someone who had just crawled into bed to die.

Self destruction was a talent. If it was a talent he came to the conclusion he didn’t have much in way of the gift for it. He was still alive. He grinned into the darkness, “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

Heart

Constance nervously plucked at the silk material of her dress. Athos watched her briefly beneath a hooded gaze. He should say something, anything; he opened his mouth and closed it when nothing of importance seemed to come out. Constance fluttered more nervously next to him and he thought frantically about what would ease a woman’s nerves on her wedding day. He should say something, anything.

“You look beautiful.”

Constance rewarded him with a beaming smile, her nervousness vanished. He took her arm then, hand in hers as he walked her down the aisle to give her away to his friend.

[Athos|BBC Musketeers|Canon]

Cold [modern au]: (Double Drabble - 200 words.)

“I have no love for their kind.” Athos’s expression settled with coldness he was famous for. No. There was no love lost there.

“They only wished to repay your kindness.”

“Kindness? This was justice and vengeance, nothing more.”

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[Athos | BBC Musketeers | Canon]

Table set #1.

1: Strength

Athos was a big man. He stood tall; broad shouldered and looked harder and meaner than most men. Some would go as far as to add even his head was big but they never said that to his face. There were plenty of whispered rumors about Athos, even though there was nothing ever firm about the validity of the whispers. As tall, broad shouldered and mean looking as he was, he never had to be heavy handed to halt the whispering. A single, hard, moody look always managed to clear a room and let him get back to his drinking.

2: Music

Once, in another life, he remembers music. He recalls the name of the genre: Baroque. He was well versed to be trained in dancing to the genre. He now can only recall one type of music, not at all proper for a high bred man like him self. The sounds were music to his heart. It was the soft way she whispered his name when they were together. The sound of his hand caressing across her skin. The way she laughed. The way he laughed with her. But that was once, in another life, when he remembered music.

[Athos|BBC Musketeers|Canon]

Silent

The silence in the darkened hotel room was calming. Billy knew he could lie there forever like that if it was possible. Many couples probably took holding your lover naked in the cosy warmth beneath the covers for granted. Many probably took sex for granted too, assumed it was a given... an obligation or an expectation. Billy never would. He knew that for people struggling with their self-image and self-worth like Ajay did, something like this could be an incredibly huge step.

( Ajay was sleeping soundly... )

BILLY WILLIS
[ original character ]
ajay bellerose used with ♥ + permission

Drabble #61: Silence

So maybe it was out of line that Isaac and Stiles talked to each other on Skype nearly every night when Malia wasn’t staying over with Stiles. But Isaac couldn’t deny hating the girl dating his ex with a fiery passion, and he felt no guilt about it. He missed Stiles… missed him terribly, and breaking up had probably been the biggest mistake they’d ever made, because the truth was, they belonged together. Which was what had Isaac in a hint of a panic when he sent Stiles a Skype message at the promised time and was met with silence.

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#21 - Grief

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#26 - Blanket

Barry was feeling the exhaustion right down into his bones. Lying on his stomach on Felicity’s bed, his Flash suit strewn haphazardly on the floor nearby. He could hear her in the bathroom, but he was barely awake.

She came to bed just as his eyes were closing, and tenderly pulled the blanket up over him. She was quiet and gentle crawling in beside him, careful not wake him when she tucked the edges in around him. The last thing he was aware of before sleep fully claimed him was a soft kiss to his forehead.

Finally, he could relax.

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the flash (tv series)
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#26 - QUIT
I can’t quit her, I don’t want to. She’s my life, my world. She owns my heart. She was the only thing that kept me going when I was trapped within my own bod, but controlled by another mind. After everything that’s happened, being away from her is still the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with.

I don’t know why she didn’t move on. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she did. But I never stopped loving her, not even for a moment. We’re going to set things right one day. That I’m going to make sure of.

Ronny Raymond
~ F I R E S T O R M ~
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#13 - Queasy

Nightmares weren’t foreign to Barry. What was foreign was dreaming that the woman he loved was being tortured and murdered by the person who had killed his mom and very likely wanted him dead too. The nightmare was so vivid, like he had been right there watching it and he woke abruptly, heart pounding, breathing shallow.

He sat up in bed, blanket pooling around his waist. Sweat was dripping down his temple, and he wiped a hand over his face, feeling queasy and woozy. Lines were so blurred right now; what if this was a memory of an alternate reality?

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the flash (tv series)
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#34 – Wish

Every truck stop had its share of prostitutes, and Mickey knew a lot of them either from telling them to fuck off, or taking them up on their offers. But there was one truck stop that he never missed an opportunity at.

He wasn’t Ian. Not even close, no matter what Mickey might wish. But his hair was almost the right shade of red and his build was similar to Ian’s. Every time Mickey stopped here, the kid came right to his truck. He never questioned the name that fell from Mickey’s lips when he came, and Mickey never offered.


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#32 - Snuggle

The first time Barry surprised Felicity for an impromptu snuggle when they first started dating, he was second-guessing his choice, wondering if she would think he was a creeper. When she woke, he was lying on the bed beside her dressed in a cow onesie to match her PJs with a bunch of pink roses.

“Uh, is this okay…?” he asked sheepishly when she definitely got a fright waking up to a surprise bed warmer.

She broke into a goofy giggle with an inelegant but adorable snort. “More than,” she confirmed, paving the way for many more surprise Flash visits.

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BARRY ALLEN
the flash (tv series)
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#40 RUN

Ian hadn’t been running away. He was trying to run to something. He had such high hopes that maybe he could have his mom back and she would understand the pain he was going through. They were the same, everyone kept saying that.

He should have known she would still be messed up. The track record was warning bells enough. Time and time again they had hoped Monica would clean up and be a good mom. He just couldn’t shed the false hope he had of maybe – just maybe – he wouldn’t have to feel so alone with this horrible illness.

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#81 HOMESICK

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#48 PICTURE

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#61 SILENCE

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#10: Walk

There were so many milestones that Mickey had missed with his son… First words, teething, things that most parents tripped over themselves to be a part of. But after a long day in training to start his career as a trucker, he was home just in time.

Svetlana called him over to where his son had pulled himself up to standing, holding onto the couch cushion. The little guy turned to his daddy, blue eyes a perfect match for Mickey’s, as he slowly put one foot in front of the other, wobbly for a few steps before he fell down.

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The Blacklist

#27 - Shiver

It was easier these days to visit his mom’s grave, so he visited more often. That morning, when he was crouched there placing some roses on her grave, the winter chill caused a shiver to sweep down his spine, goosebumps prickling his skin beneath his Flash suit.

His head whipped around with a suspicious narrowing of his eyes that skimmed over the sprawling cemetery. Was he being watched, or was he just even more paranoid than usual now? “You took her goddamn life, at least give us some privacy!” he shouted into the nothingness.

He had to get her justice.

BARRY ALLEN
the flash (tv series)

#29 SOLITUDE

Sometimes Ian needed to be alone. He didn’t even always know exactly why. Those necessary minutes where he didn’t have to think and he could quiet his mind down, reduce the pace of his thoughts.

Sitting on the back step, taking a drag from the cigarette tucked between two fingers, and then ashed it onto the grass. When Mickey came out, shoving the door open with his characteristic roughness, Ian smirked around the cigarette and then passed it over to his boyfriend when he sat beside him. Just because he sometimes needed solitude didn’t mean he wouldn’t soon welcome company.

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"Clara. My strong, brave Clara."

He's called her that so many times. Strong, brave. But she doesn't believe it now.

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Muse: Clara Oswald
Canon: Doctor Who
Word Count: 217
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He has the same eyes.

The same big, sad blue eyes.

They look a bit different, of course. Slightly different color, less gray and more blue. Different face, with a pair of angry, owl-like eyebrows hovering over them. But more or less, they are the same, and she can still read them, much to his dismay.

She remembers the way he used to look at her. Before, when he was young. When he flirted with her, when he played with her. When he didn't mind being mistaken for her boyfriend. So much admiration. So much tenderness. She remembers him touching her more then. Her cheeks, her arms, the small of her back. All those sweet little joyful hugs. His actions, and a look in his eyes, and she could see. She could see how much he fancied her.

Now when he looks at her, she still sees admiration, but there's other things too. Hesistation. A bit of fear. Sometimes, anger, but that more or less comes as a side effect of his new personality. He doesn't really flirt with her anymore, though he does play with her now and then. Not as much touching, though, and usually if there's a hug, it's her who's giving it. Maybe with this new personality, and with his physical age, he feels all that is improper, or something of that sort. But every now and then, when he looks at her, she can see. The tenderness that once came through in his actions. The sweet man who used to sweep her up in his arms for a hug. He fancies her still, he's just hiding it, behind those big, sad blue eyes.


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Canon: Doctor Who
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#44 RING

Walking into the jewellery store, Ian knew a Christmas gift for Mickey couldn’t be any cheesy bullshit. Ian only just started pushing his luck on the romance stakes. Whatever he chose, he didn’t want Mickey to get the wrong idea and freak-out. He wanted it to have some meaning, though.

Standing in front of one of the glass cabinets, it was only a few moments before Ian spotted a ring. Normally that would be a no-go zone, but when he saw the inscription, his lips curled into a knowing smirk. For their first Christmas as a couple, it was perfect.

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#09 - Bed

Barry was discovering yet another perk of being the Fastest Man Alive. The morning after a super hot date the night before, you could make a romantic breakfast in a flash. Collectively, he was absent from Felicity’s bed all of two minutes, now he was proudly carrying through waffles, juice, coffee, strawberries, and a single red rose, proud grin in place… which was all he was wearing.

He set the tray on her dresser where it could wait for a few moments longer. Instead of serving it up, he slipped back under the covers with her for a morning ‘snuggle’.

For Barry/Felicity AU: Felicity used with permission.

BARRY ALLEN
the flash (tv series)

LAUGH

Chase would never admit that he missed House. It wasn’t in a way that people missed lost loved ones. More in a way of House being such a giant pain in the arse constant in his life for so long that there was a void. Maybe there always would be.

After lingering suspicions that House faked his own death, suddenly out of the blue he received an unsigned Christmas card in the post with Santa mooning the receiver with his giant pale arse. Chase just closed his eyes with a long-suffering shake of his head. All he could do was laugh.

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#38 TONIGHT

Tonight, Ian had volunteered his babysitting services. Mickey’s son was an innocent factor in this whole arrangement. As much as Mickey was fatherly-challenged (probably because his own was a fucking bastard), Ian loved kids and wanted to help Mickey accept it better.

He wanted them to be a family.

There was a genuine smile as Ian nursed Yevgeny in the baby bath, splashing some of the bubbles over his belly as he kicked his feet. Maybe he was naïve thinking this could be a thing, but the baby was part of Mickey which meant he was part of Ian too.

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#43 - Surprise

Barry just arrived in Felicity’s living-room to surprise her when his phone started ringing with a call from Cisco. His arm still wrapped around her waist, he brushed a kiss to her a lips and then answered the call. Something was going down, he needed to get back ASAP.

He stifled a groan, giving Felicity a mischievous smile. “Can’t. Bad stomachache. Really bad diarrhea,” he lied. Before Cisco had a chance to ask him if it was at turbo rate, he ended the call. The inside joke had them both laughing as Barry caught Felicity’s lips in another eager kiss.

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BARRY ALLEN
the flash (tv series)

CARESS

Chase had spent many nights lying awake alone with his thoughts as he stared blankly at the ceiling, sleep evading him. Insomnia had attacked again, only this time, he wasn’t lying in his own bed. He glanced over at the naked, sleeping body beside him for a few moments, pausing in the absent-minded toying of the St. Christopher’s Medal on the chain around his neck.

He rolled onto his side, shifting closer to Connor and softly caressed his bare shoulder. He missed this intimate and peaceful solitude with someone, and now he really didn’t want to let it go again…

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- Connor is theyremembermine, used with super love and permission

#95 BEER

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#02 ROSES

Ian told Mickey a few times that he didn’t need “any fucking roses”. There were a lot of things conventional relationships seemed to have that Ian didn’t – or never would – need. Maybe that was why he and Mickey worked. There were no airs and graces, no bullshit.

But coming home after a long night at work with a pounding headache, he found a small bunch of roses (that looked like they were stolen from someone’s garden) sitting in a ‘FUCK U’ mug full of water with a note that said, Say one word and I’ll fucking punch you – M x

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#22 FIX

Ian knew that Mickey would give his left nut to be able to fix him. On the outside, he was a complete hardass who would fuck you up in a heartbeat. That was why Ian fell hard for him in the first place, but it was the soft side Mickey had towards him that turned lust into love.

Lying there quietly, watching Mickey sit naked with a beer and a cigarette trawling through Google for something – anything – to understand better, Ian wished he could give him the answers. In a rare moment for him, he wished they could be normal.

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#20 BABY

Ian was the third-born of six children to the Gallagher clan, so he was used to growing up around kids. He liked kids, and maybe even wanted some of his own some day (though since the bipolar bullshit, he was having second thoughts because of crap genetics).

With Mickey becoming a father, Ian would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he had been entertaining thoughts of maybe having an input into raising Mickey’s baby son together. He even tried to coax Mickey into being a more active father, but to no avail. Nothing more than empty fantasies really.

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#60 GAY

Ian never had a dramatic realisation he was gay. He was just never into girls, and when puberty hit, he was jerking-off over pictures of guys, and boobs never turned him on. He never had any sort of dramatic coming out either. Lip found his porn stash, and when push came to shove, his big brother was fine with it, and he directly told Fiona, who already knew. He was comfortable with what he was and wasn’t ashamed of it. Maybe ultimately it was that ownership over who he was that gave Mickey the firm nudge out of the closet.

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#32 AGGRESSIVE

When the doctor confirmed Ian’s bipolar diagnosis, he had been angry. He hated his mother for passing it on to him, hated that he was raised in a shitty environment, and hated that he felt like his whole life was doomed one way or another.

When Mickey had cornered him to try to get him to talk about it, he aggressively slammed him up against the wall and told him to stay the fuck out of his private shit. Typical, Mickey just told him to get fucked, he wasn’t going anywhere, and pulled him into a rough but secure hug.

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#31 CRY

The news about the fire and the death of his mother and sister, Laura, hit Derek extremely hard. First, he had just been in shock. Once that passed, he felt sick and locked himself in the bathroom, not wanting anyone near him.

Eventually, Scott’s mom managed to coax him out to offer a hug, and gentle suggestions that maybe he should try to sleep. Now, lying in bed on the bottom bunk, he curled up in a ball with his face buried in his pillow and started to cry, trying to keep the sobs stifled so Isaac wouldn’t hear him.

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UNSAID

Sometimes there were moments in your life where things weren’t really left unsaid, but words became surplus to requirement. Stiles had still been recovering from his ordeal with the nogitsune when they suddenly found themselves in Mexico. He was exhausted, he was confused, he was frustrated, and he was overwhelmed.

He sought out Isaac, and instead of saying anything, just pounced on him with a hug so intense it nearly managed to knock his werewolf boyfriend over. He buried his face in Isaac’s shoulder and just stood there holding him for a much-needed timeout on more crap hitting more fans.

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DANCE

Stiles really wasn’t much of a coordinated dancer. He got that off his dad, who had apparently been subjected to dance lessons by Stiles’ mom prior to their wedding so he could at least pull off their first dance without face-planting the floor or crushing her toes.

Now here Stiles was in exactly the same boat, trying to learn how to do the waltz for his own wedding because – apparently – twerking or the sprinkler dance weren’t viable prospect for one’s first dance as a married person. But really, Stiles was sure everyone should be grateful he didn’t want the Timewarp.

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CRAZY

“Crazy” was the only word that could describe what had happened to Derek. There had been friggen movies made about how people got aged regressed. And remakes of the movies made about it. It was one big mindfuck for Stiles, because Derek as a teenager was so different to what he was an adult. Fucked up things had changed him… but now Stiles could see that it was for the better.

Derek had let anger and vengeance change him so much. Seeing the outfall of all of this made Stiles realise he never wanted to fall into the same trap.

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ENOUGH

One week in, Stiles had already had enough of wedding-planning. He thought it was going to be fun, but there was about 80% of things on the list he had no interest in. He was now sitting in a stalemate with his fiancé sitting across from him trying to get him to at least pick a colour theme. Stiles was procrastinating. Stiles was exceptionally talented at procrastinating…

In fact, he only had to look up from the colour samples and give Isaac a wicked smirk to have his other-half pounce on him for something entirely not wedding related at all.

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BATTLE

There was always a constant battle with something. Stiles was beginning to become convinced he would end up with ulcers and heart problems by the time he was 21. Just when they managed to get rid of one force of evil (including his own possession), another cropped up with seeming more intent to cause more death.

He just wanted some days to his feet up, lay around in his underwear watching cult classics, and ploughing down as much sugary junk food as he could get his hands on, because he couldn’t remember the last time he was a normal kid.

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UNCOMFORTABLE

When you’re a kid, breaking a bone was an awesome achievement. You got to have a cool cast everyone could draw all over, and regaling the tale of your war wound to your mates was even better.

But as an adult, a broken ankle was just a pain in the ass. It was uncomfortable, crutches were awkward, and getting laid demanded fast learning of a whole new skill set just to manage to get things where they were supposed to be. Stiles had never been a fan of sitting still, so a medically-induced go-slow for six weeks was a nightmare.

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SPEECHLESS

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MAIL

Stiles sat on the floor of the living-room looking at the small pile of mail nursed in the palm of his hand, mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief. The envelopes were yellowed from age, each one had his name scrawled on the front in his mom’s handwriting.

They were all unopened. All written to him before her death. All unknown to him.

Until now. Until he found them tucked away in a wooden box on a shelf in the basement. Did he want to read what was inside, read the words she penned just for him? He had no idea.

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BURY

Stiles had racked up many hard days in his life, but none really came close to as hard as the day he had to watch them bury his mother. He hadn’t slept in days, and it was the first time he ended up catatonic by the time the casket was lowered into the ground. His dad had to dress him, when people talked to him, it was like his ears were blocked and he couldn’t hear.

Sometimes, he still couldn’t believe she was gone. Sometimes, he didn’t know how he really picked himself up and just kept going on again.

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FALL

Stiles had always been accident-prone. It had been a long-standing joke to everyone he loved since he was old enough to move independently. Whilst it had somewhat decreased the older he got, he still seemed to have the worst luck plague him now and again.

Which was why he was now sat in the busy Beacon Hills Hospital ER waiting-room with an ice pack on his elevated ankle after falling off a ladder painting his and Isaac’s new room to match the flurry of interior decorating going on in the rest of the house. He really hoped it wasn’t broken…

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PARANOID

Maybe he was just paranoid, but Stiles found lately he had this constant knot of apprehension in his gut about something bad happening all over again. Maybe it was simply the knowledge of being caught in this never-ending war against the forces of supernatural evil. He still lay in bed many nights staring up at the dark ceiling and wondering how the hell this had become his life.

This was his purpose. He knew that. He knew as long as there was a danger to the people he loved, the fight would continue to never have an end in sight.

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