#deuc

[claryeverlarkf]

H i d e a n d S e e k

Writer’s Month - August 2nd

Pairing: Deucalion Blackwood x Reader Prompt: Playground Synopsis: Late at night, playing hide and seek with Deucalion, testing his skills without having to see. Tags/Warnings: Deucalion/GN!Reader, fluff, already dating, sfw, age gap (Deucalion is 40ish, Reader is in their 20s) Word Count: 912 Notes: This fic was inspired by a ship I really love, Deucalion x @mermaniaa 's oc. I wanted to write this for you, Merm, a little playful fic, about Mara and Deuc. Fic is completely gender neutral, with no body descriptions! Enjoy.

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“You are not gonna find me!” Giggles spilled out, slipping through the playground found on a late-night walk with Deucalion. He was leaning against a tree, offering you time to hide—or run as far as you could— even if half of the time that didn’t change the fact that he could find you in a heartbeat.

“I like the challenge, dear, “ he replied, loud enough for you to hear, a hint of his smug, teaseful tone showing in his words. He was confident about his skills—eyesight or not—he had promised once that he would always find you. Or he would die trying. A dramatic thought for such a playful night, but Deucalion stayed vigilant. Danger was around the corner everywhere they went.

It was dark enough that you had to focus on your surroundings more than usual. The lack of light around you forced you to tread carefully, avoiding unseen branches or benches.

To outsiders, two adults playing hide and seek might seem odd, but you never cared about others’ opinions. What mattered most to you was that Deucalion had always encouraged you and played along with anything you wanted, even if it was the last thing he could’ve seen himself doing.

Behind the playfulness that you shared with him was something else, something that he understood without needing to hear about. He knew that growing up, you never had chances like this to enjoy the day, to play, to do things without overthinking them. You had been locked away, forced to face reality far too young. If playing hide and seek, or any other games you could think of, could bring back some sort of happiness for you, he would do it.

The Big Bad Demon Wolf, the one who was feared by most, but never by you. He had never expected to meet someone like you— someone who shifted his plans and made him want something other than power. He had never expected to fall in love with you. Yet, he had.

His eyes were closed ,and the cane he used to seem normal around people was left at home. When it was dark you knew that no one would see you, and if they did, he could always grab your arm and pretend as if you were guiding him and not the other way around.

Not having his eyesight was something that had made him stronger. Something that had made him even more aware of his surroundings. You joked sometimes and told him that he must have eyes on his forehead or something, because even without his red—glowing alpha eyes, he never stumbled.

It was one of the things you found fascinating about him. That, and everything else he had done and become for you.

You wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t someone who could kill others without hesitation anymore, but you could see behind his actions and reasoning now. And you were safe with him. You were so sure about that.

“Ready, my love?” he asked, voice teasing. You bit back a giggle, staying silent behind your tree, heart racing with anticipation. It was one of his tricks that you had once fallen for. He could recognize where your voice had come from and found you so fast, but not this time, you stayed quiet and hidden behind the tree you had chosen, trying to control your rapid heartbeat.

Even in the safetiness of your relationship your heart jumped at the feeling of being chased. It wasn’t a bad thing now. Not with Deucalion. It was thrilling.

He walked slowly around the playground, listening to the sound of his own footsteps to make sure he was stepping on steady ground, using the tip of his shoe to find any surface that could be in his way. Then he heard it—the familiar sound of your heart, a rhythm he’d nearly memorized.

Deucalion moved slowly, his footsteps soft on steady ground, senses sharp. ‘We should have discussed my prize for winning,’ he teased, voice carrying a playful edge. “Although, considering I win every time, I think we should establish a prize that applies to any game.”

He’s too cocky, you thought, though his confidence was justified—he always won.

“Maybe a kiss?” He kept going, his footsteps closer to you now, which made you try to keep your breathing as quiet as possible. “No, I would kiss you either way, you know I can’t resist you, angel.” Now, that was what made you giggle. You quickly covered your mouth to stop the sound from being too loud, but it hadn’t mattered. A second later, Deucalion was standing right next to you, leaning against the tree that had been your hiding spot.

“That’s my prize. Hearing your laugh. Most beautiful sound.”

Your face felt warm at the compliment, and you reached for his hand before moving closer to kiss his cheek. “That’s not fair, you made me laugh on purpose, that can’t count as a win,” you said with a pout, even if you were not mad about it. “Oh, it can’t? Then maybe we have to try again,” He smirked and with a hand he guided your face closer to kiss your lips for a sweet kiss, his thumb caressing your cheek. “And this time you’ll choose my prize.”

“What if it’s ice cream and a hug?” you asked, eyes sparkling.

“Then I’d say it is the perfect prize. Having you with me is,” he murmured, his embrace already promising it.

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[wonderstrevors]

SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY ARE DOING THE FLASHPOINT MOVIE

[brooklynhudson]

From @garry_pastore ・・・ SHOOTING HEROIN IS AVAILABLE ON MOST STREAMING SERVICES APRIL 3 The United States is a country of laws. What happens when lawmakers are too slow to act, and politicians have other “more important” priorities? Writer/director Spencer T. Folmar takes us directly into the opioid war in his feature film, Shooting Heroin. Set in the Rust Belt of Pennsylvania, military veteran and new father Adam (Alan Powell) returns to his hometown to tend to family business. At the request of his mother, Beth (Cathy Moriarty), Adam checks in on his sister to see whether she’s clean or at least out of trouble. Though she says she is, the reality is she’s in too deep, and OD’s not long after Adam leaves. “As more and more citizens of this small town die from opioid abuse, law enforcement is spread thin.” As more and more citizens of this small town die from opioid abuse, law enforcement is spread thin. In fact, it’s all on one guy, Officer Jerry (Garry Pastore). He means well and wants to help, but again, he’s one guy, and he’s bound by the constrained of the law and due process. He’s got to catch the dealers in the act of selling if he wants to make an arrest. After a meeting with Adam at a local bar, Adam convinces Jerry to let him form a volunteer drug task force. Included in this group is Hazel (Sherilyn Fenn), a mother who knows tragedy all too well and speaks to high school students about the subject and Edward (Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs), a corrections officer whose fed up with the city’s inaction and wants to take things into his own hands. Shooting Heroin, at this point, becomes an escalation of frustration amongst its characters. The harder they try to fight the war, the law is there to restrict their ability to enact real justice. Eventually, someone’s going to cross the line, and things won’t end well. The opioid crisis in America is real, and director Folmar makes an earnest attempt to tell a story of mob rage concerning this problem. Incredible performances from Alan Powell, Cathy Moriarity and Garry Pastore a two time Best Supporting Actor Award Winner for his outstanding performance! #shootingheroinmovie #garrypastore #deuc #indyfilm https://www.instagram.com/p/B-h7W0LJpWY/?igshid=18p975vi5g2f2

[danieltheundeadpsycho-blog]

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[deathinnumbers]

I swear to Chuck that if they fuck up Deuc’s story line any more than they already have I will be so pissed. Head will roll, fuckers!

>: I 

[deathinnumbers]

One, I love hurting you Two, I love your pain Three, let’s get together and Play the sinner’s game Four is for the torture and Five is for the shame Cause every time you want it I get off on this game

[deathinnumbers]

[deathinnumbers]

Sometimes when we're young, and always on the run It gets so dark and I know that place yeah So don't be too concerned, you've got a lot to learn Well so do I and we've got plenty of time yeah Don't fall off the track yet with so many races to go Hold on