HIATUS

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Only the Good Die Young || Uncoeurbrave

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  Marco had gotten to take a look at this guy’s files. Just some general  information about him, a bit of medical info.. 

Let us review what he knew about this man.. His name was Jean Kirschtein.  He was an ex cop. He’d been suffering with lung cancer for quite a while.  They seemed to have been a little late on catching it.. If he could  remember correctly.. He came from a wealthy family, who had not  checked in to see him even once..

He just kept a warm smile on his lips as the other threw negative  commentary his way.. It would be okay. Honestly, it wasn’t too bad.  He’d heard plenty of stories about other patients.. Compared to what  he had heard, this guy was quite mellow.

“Sorry, you’re still stuck with me,” He laughed softly. It really seemed  like he didn’t want him there.. Well, it was kind of to be expected..  A stranger barging into your hospital room, apparently assigned to  make you ‘happier.’

Trust him, Marco knew what absolute bullshit that sounded like..  But, it’s what he’d been assigned to do. It had good intentions.  It really did.. But, were they effective?

A frown found itself wanting to shove it’s wave onto his lips.  But, he restrained it. “I'm just a regular guy.. I'm not a person  who can just suddenly make everything go away, or somehow  grant you happiness with magic or something. I’m here so  that you know.. You have someone to go to. Someone to talk to.  I’m not a doctor, I’m not a saint.. I’m just a guy.”

It was the truth, and nothing but the truth.

His next words sort of threw him for a loop. This time, the frown was  a little more pushy about making an appearance. “Well, you couldn’t  be more wrong,” He replied. “I'm a volunteer. I care.. I care a lot.  You’re a person just like me, of course I care about you. I care about  everyone..” He spoke with a sense of finality. It was a little puzzling..  Why would he just assume he didn’t care?

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"Why? don't you have anything better to do?" Okay, so this guy seemed a little too perky to the blond. How could be be so happy, so smiley around people who are dying as they spoke? 

It confused him.

"I know you're a guy. I'm just a guy. We're both guys. S'not like we can walk on water, believe me. I used to think I could, look where it got me." A bitter-sweet laugh left his lips. 

"So, don't you have some thing you wanna talk about? that I have  to - what's on the agenda today hmm? 'Cause I sure as hell ain't got no ideas."

The golden eyes belonging to the blond traveled over his artificial ray of sunshine; watching his face carefully as he mentally reviewed him.

He was pale; a brunet..  had freckles (Jean had a thing for freckles, it was like the ultimate weakness he had), a wide; bright smile.. A strong sense of justice. 

This guy is pretty cute; he will admit it.

"Why do you care about me? i'm nobody. Someone you barely know. I could be the most horrible person you've ever met. So  I wouldn't say you care about everyone. Does that mean you  care about the rapists? the serial killers? the people who ignore their own kin and leave them to die? pedophiles?                         ---- I care about the people of this town. But not                              those who do wrong."

[inboxideas]

While your character was comforting mine, in their emotionally unstable state my character kisses yours and asks them to spend the night. How does your character react?

[freckledbutthole]

Jean clings to Marco as he snores, sleeping soundly as his leg unconsciously is thrown over the freckled ones hip, dragging him closer. "Marcccc..." He whines, pressing himself as close as he could against him.

Marco being the light sleeper he is wakes up rather fast after Jean’s whines. “Jean I want to sleep too…” He grumbles as he finds it rather hard to fall back asleep with the snoring and the clinging in the middle of summer. How’s that Jean isn’t feeling it is way beyond him. 

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Jean groans again, arm lazily hanging over Marco’s side, gripping him close. “Shh… don’t speak.. sleep..” Came a low whine, the boy moving to kiss his cheeks softly. "I love you baby but you speak to much.. just sleep.. Get rid of those pesky clothes if you're too hot.."

[inboxideas]

Go anon and pretend to be my character's child,

➤ BUT HERE’s the CATCH! :

Try to incorporate in it a fact/reference to the other parent (without saying their name/URL/ship).

I’ll answer the anon and then also try to guess the ship, or say which one I think the child would belong best from.

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Marco sleepily stumbled into the kitchen. He'd only woken up a couple minutes ago and he was.. A bit groggy. But not so much so as to not take notice in the empty space next to him in bed. He spotted the man who had been missing in action cooking something on the stove. The taller of the two clumsily maneuvered his way over to him, wrapping his arms around bare shoulders. "Mornin'" He mumbled, pressing his lips to the back of the other's neck.

Jean was humming softly cooking their breakfast as he made his way around the kitchen; dancing around to his music { Freaks by Timmy Trumpet & Savage } before being startled out of it by a pair of arms around his shoulder, but he doesn’t mind, he just leans back with his hands against Marco’s. 

“Good morning, dear. I see someone is tired.. Did you sleep well?”

[speckledbodt]

Only the Good Die Young || Uncoeurbrave

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  Marco flinched as a gruff voice responded to him.. They didn’t exactly  sound happy that he was here.. But he just nodded and turned the doorknob,  pushing the door open.

He’d managed to keep a smile on his face as he walked into the quaint,  white room. It was pretty plain, like the rest of the rooms. But, this one  did seem a bit bigger. Perhaps a bit more well-kept.

His eyes flitted over to a man sitting in a large lounge chair. He was about  to introduce himself but the other began to speak first.. The words took him aback.  It seemed.. He really wasn’t happy that he was here. Well, in a way, it was to be expected.  When you know you’re dying.. It’s a hard thing to cope with.

The brunet simply shook it off, maintaining a slightly weaker smile.  ”Artificial ray of sunshine?” He asked with a light laugh, “If that’s  what you’d like to call me, then sure.” A light shrug of his shoulders was  then given. “I'm afraid I won't be leaving so easily.” He murmured,  bringing a chair up to sit across from the other. “And, aside from my  new, wonderful nickname.. It’s Marco,” 

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Jean eyed the brunet, watching the way he walked. By his judgment, he had a kickin' set of hips.

Hey, don't judge him. He's allowed to check people out - he never had  visitors.

His own family really couldn't give a shit about him; an ex-cop who had to quit because he had cancer? hah; he was a laughing stock, honestly. Nor hair nor hide of his family had been present, not even helping with the bills. He was paying for it all by himself, using all the savings he'd worked hard for.

It was shitty. He was saving for a new playstation or something.

"Alright then; if you don't mind. I suppose you already know mine? it's Jean. Nice to meet you. There, your day's done already." 

A sigh sounded; leaning back in his chair before glancing at  the freckled male. 

"So, what are you going do to make me happy; just gonna sit there and smile? or babble on about nothing? I mean; it's not like i'm gonna listen to what ever shit you sprout anyway,  no offense."

"It's just not like I really care. I mean; it's not like you really care either."

[taste-your-lips-allow-deactivat]

Send me a character name and i'll name...

[uncoeurbrave]

Attraction level: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10 Love for the Character:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10 How much the char has grown on me: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10 Badassness level:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10 How upset I’d be if the char got killed off:1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10

[queenofspies-archived]

SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER

[uncoeurbrave]

bonus points for the reason

[uncoeurbrave]

{ If we are mutually following each other; could you be dears and tag anything containing Depression; suicide or self harm as TW; Depression, TW; Suicide, and, TW; Self Harm for me please?

I don't ask for much and tagging triggers that myself and others would make our tumbling experience that little more nice and less stressful; thank you <3 }

[speckledbodt]

  To ; Jeanboo

[ sent;; ] God, Jean. You know I’m at work.

[ sent;; ] This isn’t fair.

[ sent;; ] You know you look good. Don’t rub it in :(

How his lover could treat him so cruel was beyond him. Did he really have  to send him such provocative photos while he was at work?

Marco could feel a familiar warmth spread throughout his gut, and it would  seem his pants had become a bit tighter. This really wasn’t fair.

He found that he couldn’t even focus on his work anymore. His mind  had started to wander.. Was he home alone doing that? Was he waiting  until he got off work? Did Jean have that much patience?.. Probably not.

The thought of the other getting started without him made a frown form on his lips. 

[uncoeurbrave]

To ; Marcbae

[ Sent ;; ] Mmh; but we have reservations for tonight and I want to be ready when you come home.

[ Sent ;; ] Not having you here isn't fair.

[ Sent ;; ] Awe; thank you baby <3 don't worry, i'll save some for you ( ;

[User is sending a photo]

Jean couldn't help but grin at his lovers response, he was so cute. Admittedly, he was a little mean for teasing him; but hey, it's revenge.

So he sends a photo; hand fully under his lace panties; showing his manhood with his hand wrapped around it. 

[ Sent ;; ] Hurry baby, or I might finish without you ; )

[bagelfraud]

a self portrait

[edhelernil-a-deactivated2018020]

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound...

[speckledbodt]

Only the Good Die Young || Uncoeurbrave

Today was the day Marco was getting a new patient..

Well, that wasn’t quite the right way to put it.. As some may or may not know,  depression isn’t a side-affect of cancer.. It’s a side-affect of dying.

Marco was part of a group who specialized in meeting patients at  the hospital and try to lighten up their days. He was.. a volunteer.

Today he’d been assigned which patient he would be meeting with..  The name on the papers had read ‘Jean Kirschtein.’ While this entire  thing was new to him.. He was looking forward to meeting this person..  To just be there for them.. It was just the kind of guy he was.

So, there he stood outside their hospital room.. He was still a bit anxious.  Hazelnut colored eyes bounced around the many white surfaces of  Trost hospital.. He took a deep breath before knocking gently.

“H-hello?” He called, smiling nervously.

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Jean had been sitting on a very luxuriously requested chair, when he heard a knock at his door. 

He was meant to be meeting his 'councilor' today. Well; he says councilor. Apparently they were going to try and keep his spirits up.

Heh; good luck trying to cheer up an ex-cop  with stage 4 lung cancer.

He shook his head; clearing his thoughts as he growled out, "You can come in. It's not like I have a choice anyway." Well, let's see what other surprises the world had in store for him.

It didn't take long for a smiling brunet to step inside, and golden, bored eyes met a pair of lively hazelnut. Jean had to admit, he did look quite.. cute.

Well, shit.

"Well, are you my artificial ray of sunshine? hate to break it to you; but I don't need it. The door is there; if you forgot." 

[speckledbodt]

  Marco watched as the photo began to load.. What would he send him that  would require no one else being around him?      Oh wait..

Dear god. 

To ; Jeanboo

[ sent;; ] Oh my god, Jean!!

[ sent;; ] Are you seriously sexting me right now?!

His face had promptly turned a bright red.. But, he couldn’t deny that  he did look pretty good.. But he wouldn’t admit that he maybe..  Saved the photo.. and stared at it for a bit.. multiple times.

Damn it. 

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To ; Marcbae

[ SENT;; ] Hmm~?

[ Sent ;; ] Well; if you want to put it that way...

[ Sent ;; ] Do you like it~? or should I change?

Jean grinned to himself, rolling over on his bed. He honestly wished he could see his face right now; how adorably flushed it would be.. how those brown eyes would look gazing at that photo.. 

So just to be a pain; he sends another,  camera catching his finger tips gently nudging under the brim, revealing quite a lot of his well-kept happy trail; as if trying to give Marco a glimpse of what lies underneath his underwear.

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"No, that can’t be my baby."

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          She squints slightly, and crosses her arms over her chest, already regretting telling him. Of course he would deny it. There’s little patience for the blond, and quickly she finds herself getting furious with him as every second passes. When she does speak, its in a low voice, full of every ounce of fury building in her.

          "I said i’s yours, d’ya want a fuckin’ test for it or somethin’?"

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"No I don't wanna' test it, I jus' don't see how it's mine!"

Watching the brunette carefully, Jean shook his head. He couldn't believe it - on their first.. 

He ran his hands over his face, carefully, weighing his options. Did he want a child?. Yes. Was he ready for one?. He'd like to think so. Would he make a good father..?. That; he.. he wasn't so sure. 

"Look. If ya' say it's mine..I'll believe ya', but I'm not.. I'm not gonna' pretend to have different emotions then I actually have, a'ight?. I'll help ya' through this, Sash', but.. but.. I'm not the best 'round kids. ya' know that, right?. I still.. I get how it's mine I just.. I can't believe it."

[jeanintheskywithdiamonds-blog]

  "Jay, please that’s bullshit." Yes, he may have been more tired lately but if it was something to do with Jay’s health he was going to wake up at whatever time he had to or not sleep at all, he didn’t care. "So you say…" He looked at his eyes and wanted to hug him when he heard him sobbing. It was the sound that would carve holes in his heart, he hated it.

"No you didn’t have to go this week. Jay please, I’d like to think that you are not lying to me. You know damn well you don’t have to hide things from me-" And before he could finish talking he had Jay storming out of the kitchen towards the bathroom.

"What the fuck…"

Quickly Jean ran after him and tried to open the bathroom door, of course not being able to. “Jesus Christ, Jay. Open the door!  Are you okay?” He banged on the door, growing worried by the second. “What the fuck is going on?” He pulled away of the door. “Jay if you don’t open that door right now and tell me what’s going on I’ll kick it down.”

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When Jay was done with the bout of heaving, he fell back against the bathtub, clutching his stomach gently as he snickered softly. This.. this was going to be a long, long time. He was weak, a light sheen of sweat over his forehead before he managed a grunt in response to his lover, way too exhausted to even think of getting up and unlocking the door. 

Honestly, at the rate this was going.. he didn't think he could hold off like he wanted.. but.. but did Jean want a child..?

Were they ready to have one?

Curling up on the floor, Jay did his best to make sure he wasn't squishing his stomach, but that it wasn't exactly unprotected either.. he was getting anxious, he loved this child already, regardless..  

He didn't really care if Jean kicked the door in, he just wanted to lay here and sleep, to get his emotions and stamina back in order. To just pretend he didn't have to break this news to the man he loved that it wasn't just them anymore, even if Jean didn't want the child.. Jay was going to keep it. Even if it tore them apart. Why would he give up something as rare and miraculous as a child.. a biological one at that?

He felt a little better around five minutes later, a soft whimper of the other blonds name on his lips, backing up against the tub further. "Jean... I.. I'm fine.."

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"Pumpkin, I have a boo boo here." He pouted pointing at his lips where he had absolutely nothing.

                                “Then come here, dear.. let me fix that for you..”A whisper sounded as he goes on his tippy-toes, soft, pale hands leaning on a broad chest for support as he gently presses his lips to the other’s. 

                                “Does that feel better sweetie?”

[jeanintheskywithdiamonds-blog]

  Jean chuckled as the other blond jumped on him, catching him tightly so he wouldn’t fall. He kissed him back and nuzzled his cheek and neck, placing small kisses around it. He really liked it when Jay would jump on him like that out of the blue, it was so adorable.

"You comfortable?"

As Jean asked that he moved to the closest wall in the room and leaned Jay there, pressing himself against him with a teasing grin.

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"Mhm; kiss me more; my lips aren’t there baby.." He murmurs softly, chasing after his lips to kiss him rather passionately, hands moving grip his cheeks and move up slightly, making sure to be able to claim those lips more fully.

Humming in bliss, Jay didn’t fight Jean as he started moving them, eyes slipping closed as he continued to kiss him hungrily, golden eyes that fluttered open every once in a while alight with a blaze that ran through his veins every time they touched. The sandy blond boy pressed his body -or rather his lower half- closer to Jean as he felt that grin, pulling back eventually to gaze into his eyes.

"So, what did you have in mind..?"