Fire in My Soul

[malcolmwilde]

closed starter for @westonxdubois​

“Well, if it isn’t the dog whisperer himself.” Malcolm called out from where he was sat at a table close to the entrance of the bar with some of his fellow SSR members. He had spotted the other man as soon as he entered the place, his overall paranoia causing him to always keep one eye on the door despite who he was or was not expecting to see. “Can’t say that we have any pooches in here for you to go all Snow White on- there are a couple of girls you can try your luck on, or dudes if that’s your thing.” Malcolm told him with a grin, as if he was genuinely trying to be helpful. “Don’t know if they’ll be as receptive to your charm as Fido though. The scowl and general demeanor of hating your existence really throws humans off.”

[westonxdubois]

It had been a long and arduous day. Weston was looking forward to a cold beer and just relaxing at the bar. He really wasn’t up for any bullshit from anyone. Unfortunately this night was not one for that. He heard the voice from across the room, but planned on ignoring it. He picked up his beer taking a drink letting the words go past him. A few more words and it was too much to just ignore. He turned to face him, knowing he would regret it, but not able to just let it go. “You talk a lot for someone who looks like you do.” He said shaking his head. “Why don’t you just play with your little friends over there and leave me the fuck alone?” He said turning back to his beer.

[westonxdubois]

marissaperez​:

It’d been at the notice of a coworker that Marissa was first directed to catch sight of Weston. Already having been distracted by the client, Marissa had herself leaned over the male, hips swaying to the music as she allowed him to trace along with her form with his gaze, thankfully he wasn’t one of the more testy customers who didn’t understand the meaning of no touching. So when her friend had motioned to a nearby table, it was hard not to catch the gaze of Weston, the only inclination that she had was the slight pullback of her body from the male. But before she could completely withdraw, Weston was standing and exiting, a smart choice given she still had ten minutes left with her last client of the night. Even then though, she knew he’d be waiting for her just outside, white-knuckled on the steering wheel as he watched the exit of Paradise. But they didn’t talk about her job all that often anymore, not after their one and only fight had blown up so drastically, her own temper revealing its colors. Thankfully, it was only about twenty minutes later when she finally managed to head out, a long coat covering her sparkly attire, the lace not the greatest defense against the cold Vermont evening. But before she could make it to the car, familiar faces began to motion for her, and though she had no desire to stop and talk, she knew better than to disregard them. “It is a nice night out boys,” Though before she could finish, Weston was making his approach and she that look. “–Hey, hey!” A hand lifted to rest against his forearm as she shook her head, darting her gaze between Weston and the other males. “They were just saying hello, it’s okay.” Looking up at him, she offered a pleading look. “No harm, no foul, Wes.”

Weston wanting nothing more than to throttle men harassing his Marissa. But that was the real problem, she wasn’t his Marissa. She was just his friend Marissa, nothing more.No amount of dreaming or wishing was going to make that true, especially if he kept his feelings to himself like he was. He swallowed back his jealousy and turned to nodded at her before opening her door. “Let’s go.” He said doing his best to sound to calm and normal and the jealous asshole he was a few moments earlier. He took a cleansing breath  before getting in the drivers seat.

“You hungry?” He asked her, specifically not asking how her day was at work. They had a don’t ask don’t tell policy about her work. He usually kept that topic as something not to discuss. “I am thinking either we stop and grab some takeout or I can cook something at my place.” He said, assuming without asking that she was going to come to his place that night. It wasn’t unusual for the two to hang out all night, talking about everything. “And when we get food, I can tell you all about family dinner last night at the house of Dubois.” he told her with a shake of his head.

[westonxdubois]

@marissaperez​

Weston had dropped her off at work. He knew where she worked and it wasn’t his place to tell her what to do. He just wished he could convince her to work somewhere else. It had been one of the only things he could remember fighting about, was when he told her she should work somewhere else. He made sure never to say anything like that again. He didn’t think less of her for it, he just didn’t like the way the men looked at her there. He was supposed to pick her up at nine and he was a little early. Against his better judgement he went into the club to wait for her. It was a bad decision. When he got in, he saw her, his Marissa, ok not his Marissa because he was too much of a coward to say anything, but definitely his best friend with other man staring at her like she was theirs to take home, theirs to have as she pleased. He made eye contact with her at one point as she began a lap dance with one of the clients. That was his cue to wait outside. He sat in the car doing what he could to keep his emotions in check and not let his jealously boil over. But it was to no avail. When he saw her come out, she was greeted by one of those same men. They were just talking, probably even being polite, but Weston saw nothing but red and overreacted. He jumped out of the car. “Hey! She’s off work buddy. She isn’t yours to harass.” He said yelling at the other man before climbing back in the car, his face on fire, the jealousy having taken full control.

[westonxdubois]

lukcdubois​:

“Weston.” Where once Luke would have affectionately regarded his little brother as Wes, those days were long in the past. Years of contention brewing between the two, it was mostly Luke’s own fault. There was a layer of admiration somewhere there, buried deep, underneath the piling resentment and envy that had built up as the days passed them, and most of the time the eldest Dubois brother didn’t have it in him to fish out the remnants of the healthy relationship they’d once shared. “Mom was happy to see you tonight,” he’d say, attempting to break the awkward tension that was cast upon the two. “How lucky for us that you could take a break from playing hero.” Sarcasm coated the words, despite Luke’s active attempt to maintain a semblance of civility that evening. The irony that he’d traded more family dinners for nights at the office than could be counted was not lost on him, but it didn’t matter. 

It wasn’t lost on Weston that his family didn’t approve of who he had become. While the men in his family actively looked down on him, his mother was at least genuinely happy to see him. He took a drink of the Scotch before shaking his head at him. “There it is.” he said with a scoff. “That was what was missing from dinner. Your condescending I’m the good son and your a disappointment tone that you love to use on me.” He turned around to look at his brother, leaning up against the railing. “Did you have a reason to come out here and talk to me? Or were you just here to be an asshole like usual?” He asked him looking at him.

[westonxdubois]

@lukcdubois​

Weston found himself out on the back deck of his parents house, that was far too big for just the two of them still. In reality it was far too big when it was the five of them living there, but it wasn’t his to judge. Dinner had gone as it always had, Luke and Emmett talking about the family business with Dad, while everyone pretended like Weston wasn’t there. It was how it had been since he was  little kid. It bothered him then, but now as an adult, he preferred it that way. He stood looking out on the backyard that stretched as far as the eye could see, sipping on his dad’s 20 year scotch when he heard someone come out behind him. “Lucas.” He said to his oldest brother as he joined him on the deck.

[westonxdubois]

feyretekin​:

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“Chicks dig scars? What decade are you living in, Dubois.” Stepping back so the male could stand, Feyre swept her gaze over him. Almost as if she was personally reassuring herself he was alright, and in one piece. “I’m still insisting on ice, and checking out those future scars myself.” Even if he promised he was alright, she’d never want to risk it. 

So with a patient smile, Feyre waited off towards the side, waving to the familiar faces of the cops as Weston spoke with them. It was only once he had returned, and mentioned their photos did the brunette laugh. “They punched my best friend? If I could ban them from Burlington I would.” Drunk or not, some people seriously needed to learn some manners. “Let’s get you that ice, and maybe a whiskey. Not sure it helps much with the swelling, but it sure helps with the bite.” Reaching for his arm, she squeezed it gently as she directed them back towards the bar.  

Weston chuckled at her, but cringed immediately as the pain from the already blooming bruise on his cheek rushed through him. “Definitely ice and you can check out whatever you want Fey.” He said teasing her. Truth be told, he would do anything for the brunette, as proved by jumping into the middle of two ogres hellbent on beating each other senseless.

Once he finished with the officers, he went willingly with Fey back inside. “Yes, whiskey will make everything better.” He told her with a small smile. He sat on the barstool at the end of the bar. He took the ice she handed him and placed on his cheek. “You know, a guy could get used to you taking care of him like this.” He said to her.

[westonxdubois]

abelalvarcz​:

                    He was stationed out front and didn’t question why he was there. Abel never gave too much grief or gripes, typically doing what he was told, but now that he was witnessing some playground at the firehouse? Well, it was entertainment, sure, just not the kind he’d typically like to go for. “Yeah, yeah. Sure the hippies over west are lovin’ that water consumption. Or, y’know, tax payers.”

Weston shook his head, not even sure why engaged with the MC member in the first place. It wasn’t his usual conversation group, actually he actively avoided talking to them if he could. Although lately it appeared they were getting in his way far too often. “Did you need something or were just loitering around trying to create trouble where there is none?” He asked, the snark in his voice clear and present. “I wouldn’t worry about the taxpayers. Especially since I am sure you aren’t one.” He added.

[westonxdubois]

feyretekin​:

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Everything moved so quickly that Feyre barely had a moment to react. One second the pair had been deep in conversation, something important about to escape Weston’s lips, and the next he was moving into action. “Weston–” Pushing off the bench, she chased after the male, though before she could reach him, he was breaking up the fight. The two males that had been dueling out were shouting, a strong of curse words and the brunette flinched in response. Then as if in slow motion, she watched as an elbow collided against Weston’s features, and then was taken down by his own fist. 

“When you promised me excitement, I didn’t think you meant this.” Quickly pulling out her phone, she dialed in the number for the local police station, though her gaze never left Weston. “I’m outside of the Tipsy Crow, there’s been a fight, please send someone.” Hanging up the phone, she moved to the males side, glancing down at the stranger on the floor as the security guard handled the other guy. “You’re bleeding,” Carefully she raised a hand to touch her fingers gently against his cheek. “Wes…”

Weston chuckled at the others statement about excitement. “Well next time you will have to get specifics.” He said with  grin as the man below him struggled trying to get up. “I’ll be ok. Chicks dig scars right?” he said attempting and failing at bringing levity to the moment.When her hand touched his face, he couldn’t stop the sight wince, from the pain and also from the feeling of her hand on his skin.

Being a small town, thankfully it was a only a few minutes before the town police arrived. Weston gave his statement quickly to the officer and returned back to Fey. “I need some ice.” He said with a small chuckle. He knew his face was going to be a mess tomorrow. He hoped he could at least keep it from swelling too bad. “Oh, John is gonna send me their pictures so you can put them at the door, since I am assuming their are banned.” He added as he draped his arm around her shoulders walking back into the bar.

[westonxdubois]

arslanaleya​:

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          It wasn’t exactly often she stopped by the fire station, but considering she was out for some fresh air, it just so happened to be on her little detour. Alas, she wasn’t mad about it. Especially as she lay witness to their extensive tasks out front, sopping wet from washing the trucks, evidently. However, before she could utter a witty introduction, words were caught in her throat as a voice rung over her. “I can confirm it’s just as much fun this side, watching.” The brunette admitted with a smirk, eyes darting to the two continuing on their task before diverting back to her now-present company. “I can see why watching girls in bikinis washing cars turns people on now.” She teased, before laughing the matter off, a clear indication she was messing with him. But, admittedly, she was enjoying the show.

Weston chuckled. “Glad we could provide some entertainment.” He shook his head unsure what to say at her next comment. “Was there something you needed help with or just out enjoying the warmer weather for the day?” He asked as a small wind blew through the air, causing his body to tense up at the slight chill.

[westonxdubois]

malcolmwilde​:

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“Ooo, and here I thought that Burlington was supposed to be one of those homely friendly ass cities.” Malcolm said with a teasing smile, unperturbed by the other’s attitude. After all, he was a Boston native. If anyone knew how to be rude to strangers for no reason, it was a Bostonian. If anything, the guy was just making him feel more at home. Malcolm watched as the man walked the fence, coaxing the dog out further so that it was obvious he was attached to a chain. He wasn’t sure how long the thing was until the other man’s activity at the fence led to the dog running to the end of it, barking.

Still, Malc had to give the guy props. He had dealt with more than his fair share of guard dogs in his lifetime and it was never pleasant. He like dogs well enough, but the ones that were born and raised by the kinds of people that Malcolm dealt with were not just your run of the mil house dogs and he had the scars to prove it. Malcolm leaned his arms over the chainlink fence as he watched the other slide the food bowl into the dog’s range before retreating a step. Immediately, Malc noted his new dilemma with the bowl. “Nah, just interested, but it seems like you’re gonna need something to get that bowl back.” He commented.

^^

“Clearly you misread the pamphlet.” He said as he looked the other up and down, noting the patches on his jacket. “I believe there is a new one you probably want to get your hands on. Might give you a little more understanding why the town isn’t as kind and generous to you. Maybe a new jacket might help.” He said, his clear dislike for the MC in his voice. He had lived in Burlington his whole life and it had always been a quiet friendly town, but the MC brought an element now that he wasn’t a fan of.

Without acknowledging the others words he went to the back of the truck from the fire station and opened the tool box in the back. He was in luck. There was fire axe in it, it looked like it would be just long enough. He grabbed the axe propping it on his shoulder before coming back to the corner. He waited patiently for the dog to finish, now trying to decide how he was going to get it away from the bowl. He looked around and found a tennis ball with in his reach. When he picked it up, the dog looked at him, ears perked, almost not like the crazed killer he had seemed a few minutes earlier. Weston threw the ball far enough away from him so that he could get the bowl, but not so far the dog couldn’t get to the ball. He quickly used the axe to pull bowl closer to him. He grabbed the bowl and moved back outside the yard behind the safety of the fence.

[ghostsandgoblins]

[westonxdubois]

@burlingtonstarters​

Weston rolled the fire truck out of the garage, just far enough for it to be out in the open and not be inside. The truck was in need of a good wash down after their last call He had the two rookies working on filling buckets with soap and water.  It was an unusually warm day so Weston made sure to take advantage of it. He was supervising, but before he realized it, he was in deep with the rookies and he was soaking wet from head to toe, laughing and having a great time. “Gotta have fun while you work right?

[westonxdubois]

glitter

glitter: describe someone special to you.

“Well, they are kind an generous and beautiful. They put up with my bullshit and call me on it too. They have always been there for me and if I was honest with myself and them....I love them.”

@feyretekin

[westonxdubois]

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

“Yes. What else am I supposed to use my charm for? There is are a few timea that it was mostly harmless, like in high school when I charmed the clerk that sold us alcohol. Or in college when I charmed the TA in my Econ class to let us go open book on the final.” he shrugged.

[westonxdubois]

feyretekin​:

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Ever since they had been younger, Feyre knew she could rely on Weston. It didn’t matter the hour of the day, or where she was, he was always just a call away. It was a fact that brought the woman a humble bit of bliss, even if it was naive to harbor it. It appeared she just couldn’t resist, and so Feyre clung to it during her darkest hours.

“And a fine last name it is.” She retorts, winking at the male though she knew their conversation was taking a more serious turn. “Hey, hey…” drifting off, she turned towards him, studying his features. There seemed to be something there, just under the surface though Feyre wasn’t one to normally pry. Especially on subjects that seemed personal, and Weston shared everything with her. So if there was something he was keeping to himself, it must be big. “Something on your mind there, Wes?” But before she could go on, there was a loud banging echo from behind them as the brunette directed her gaze towards the bar. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Weston shook his head and was going to say something else to her, but then a sound crashing behind them. He looked behind them and saw some idiots fighting in the bar. And without thinking, he jumped into action. It was what he did. It was what he always did.

He made it to where the two idiots were and attempted to grab one of them, but he wriggled out pretty quickly from Westons grip. He grabbed him again, this time the other bringing up his elbow right into Westons cheek. “Mother Fucker.” He exclaimed as the pointed end of the mans elbow made contact with his face. He knew that was going to bruise. He had not intended to hit either one of them but, it seemed like he was going to have a choice. “Marco!” he called out to the security guard who was heading their way. Weston punched the man in front of him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him long enough for Weston to get him on the ground.” Fey will you call the police please.” He asked her, attempting to calm himself despite the adrenaline racing through him now.

[angelface1991]

🌹 luxury asks. 🌹

[andrewcodysgf]

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

glitter: describe someone special to you.

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

pearls: what’s something about your personality that surprises others?

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

sheet mask: what’s your favorite lazy activity?

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don’t drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

[westonxdubois]

malcolmwilde​:

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As the other guy rounded on him, his tone enough to have Malcolm scoffing lightly, the man took a moment to give the stranger he had approached a once over. He was a good looking dude, for someone who so obviously had a stick shoved far up his ass, and he looked like he was used to taking command of a situation when it was presented to him. Obviously, the dog was a situation he had been wanting to command without an audience but Malcolm had no interest in making things easy for the guy. Besides, he seemed like he would be fun enough to get riled up.

“Ah, well aware, are you? My mistake- I took that hesitation as confusion or curiosity but it seems it was just you being a pussy.” Malcolm commented with a smile that read playful on the surface though the challenge was clear within it if you looked hard enough. “You doing this shit daily? How low are you on totem pole that you’ve got this shit deal?” He wondered.

Weston did his best to ignore the asshole that seemed set on inserting himself in the situation that was in front of him. He had dealt with this particular dog on more than one occasion and as such that was why he was volunteered by his captain to deal with him again. He was the only one in the firehouse to not have been bitten by it. Some of the others called him the dog whisperer after their last encounter.

“Your mistake was talking to me at all.” He bit back before reaching into the bag he had to pull out the prepared food for the dog. He walked the length of the fence looking at the length of chain the dog was attached to, the fresh prepared food in his hand. The dog pulled himself to the end of it, where Weston saw he had the ability to get into the yard and set up the food, siding it in to range for the pup. What he still had to figure out though, was how he was going to get the bowl back out. He ignored the others statements, it was really none of his business why he was doing it. “Did you need something?” He asked in irritation.