#decddnce

[dynastymuses]

dirty talk

@decddnce “How do you want me?” tim& hawk

tim hadn't thought about it much. usually he just followed hawk's lead. now he was asking him to tell him what he wanted. so much, so many things. he looked into the eyes of his lover. he knew if he said what he wanted, hawk would run surely. he sighed and said the only safe option ❝i want you on your knees❞ he instructed.

[rubiesintherough]

( ground ) : one muse finds the other having a panic attack and helps ground them / freddie and whoever wants to help him through a panic attack

@decddnce

He hadn't gotten a text back in a few hours, and that was... well, for one, insulting. The picture he'd sent was a work of art. But, crickets. And it was also, of course, a little worrying. Sure, maybe Freddie was busy on a case and didn't have time to appreciate the messages he'd sent. Though, something in Jacob's gut told him that wasn't the case.

Took a little work to track the other man down... but, he found him. And in a state the P.I. couldn't remember seeing him in before. Slow steps carried Jacob forward. Hand rose, then fell. " Oi... " He recognized the signs. Finger rose, again, to gently jab at the other man's shuddering shoulder. " What do you need? "

[rubiesintherough]

@decddnce --- liked for a one-liner starter : ksyle

" Pretty and smart... We're going to get along just fine. "

[rubiesintherough]

[ 08 ] sender discovers receiver sitting on the ground trying to attract a street cat. / reversed mags for wraith

@decddnce

He didn't understand what he was hearing. Maggie's voice, speaking to someone, but her tone much higher than he was used to. Was she scared? In trouble? Features scrunched into a frown of confusion and worry as his hand gripped the corner of the alleyway wall and he pulled himself around. Gaze found her crouched low. For all of a split-second, he was prepared for a fight.

Then, he saw the cat. He noticed her outstretched hand. And there was the smallest flicker of a smile under the assassin's mask. He was careful to move forward, steps slow as he lowered himself down beside Maggie. His fingers vanished into his vest's chest pocket and withdrew a tiny scrap of dehydrated meat... which he placed into her hand. And he nodded toward the scruffy looking feline. The poor thing looked like it needed the snack more than he did anyway.

[rubiesintherough]

@decddnce --- cont. from here

It was still bizarre, so many meetings later, having a place where she felt even remotely safe... having another soul she could talk to --- inhuman as Mahia felt herself to be --- and one the healer did not have to fear putting in danger.

Had something happened? Always. Another wound, another scar, another frantic race through thick underbrush and desperate rush of feathers lifting her into the sky. Every day. " No, nothing... only tired. "

[dynastymuses]

WAS THIS A MISTAKE ?

@thcdecddnce 'WAS THIS A MISTAKE ??' &&tim&hawk

the words that struck such a strong feeling inside of tim. he loved hawkins fuller, he'd long since stop pretending he didn't. it was useless as breathing. still hearing him say it, even though he said it often, made him want to cry, not that he ever would. ❝if you think so❞ was all he said, looking away from his lover

[dynastymuses]

tim and hawk for the ship meme ♡

Gives nose/forehead kisses.

mostly hawk to tim mostly because tim doesn't want to come off as needy

Gets jealous the most.

tim because hawk tries to "pass" more than he does, but when someone shows tim the slightest bit of attention, oh all hell breaks loose

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive.

tim can't handle his alcohol lets be real, its always hawk picking

Takes care of on sick days.

tim for sure, hawk is such a whinny patient tho.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day.

i mean... we all saw the show hehe

Gives unprompted massages.

hawk i feel, but tim will try.

Drives/rides shotgun.

tim is a passenger princess fight me on that

Brings the other lunch at work.

tim would be the one, but ya know.. they really can't

Has the better parental relationship.

i feel neither do, but tim is close with his sister

Is more likely to cry when watching movies.

tim does, but hawk sometimes but he always excuses to leave and have a cry

Firmly believes in couples costumes.

if they could do it, tim would make hawk for sure. he would be grumpy but secretly love it.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas.

hawk i feel. he would act like he didn't spend all the tim looking for his gift. like "oh yeah i spent a good 3 weeks pay and looking for this but no big"

Makes the other eat breakfast.

generally tim makes hawk but when he was at his sickest, hawk made tim

Remembers anniversaries.

both do, tim tries to play it cool, where as hawk remembers but actually plays it cool, but he is just as excited

Plans the craziest vacations/birthdays/parties/etc.

tim all the way. hawk has a lot of fun, but tim is always up for advanture

Send a ship and I'll tell you who (SFW edition!)

@thcdecddnce

[rubiesintherough]

[ 01 ] sender discovers receiver trying to take care of their own wound very badly. / reversed freddie for anyone <3

@decddnce

They got away... vanished somewhere among the empty streets and dilapidated buildings that littered this abandoned side of town. Target lost. Escaped. But, he'd put a shot into one of them, the blood trail leading the assassin further into the maze of boarded up buildings. No. Wait. Two trails... Had they hurt someone else?

It was 50/50 which one was theirs... And Wraith made a snap decision. Left. Hurried steps, boots stamping the dampened ground down and gun still braced firmly on his arm, ready to fire again in a split-second's notice. The grunts and groans of pain made his pace slow... caution had the killer peering around the wall. Disappointment furrowed his brow. He'd picked the wrong trail. The man at the end of this blood spattering wasn't the one Wraith was after. Heel pressed down into the mud to turn him around... send him down after the other path. He paused. Turned back to the injured stranger, taking in the sight of him trying in vain to tend his own injuries. He looked barely coherent enough to keep pressure applied, much less bind that up.

Wraith's target was long gone by now. And leaving would just be damning this bystander to die... Weapon shouldered, he stepped forward. Rough fingers dug into pockets for gauze, tweezers, the makeshift first-aid kit he'd thrown together for situations like this.