17 Works by captainquint
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Prompt: Hawk is the one to pick Tim up from prison or visits SF soon after. Smut ensues.
“Good to see you, Skippy,” Hawk said, that maddening smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took another drag from his cigarette.
“What are you doing here?” Tim asked. He didn’t try to mask the tension in the question.
“Marcus called me,” Hawk replied, “or rather, your sister called Marcus, and Marcus called me. Your niece seems to have come down with something, and she had to stay and look after her. So I’m your getaway driver for today.”
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A pinch of teeth at his neck made it known that Tim had heard him. He seemed restless tonight, rowdy in a way he got when too worked up about something. And it usually ended in one of two ways. Either an explosive argument that ended with one of them storming out, or fucking until they both lay exhausted, sweaty and sated.
He could work with that.
“Skippy, are you trying to ask me for something?”
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bathroom blowjobs at the Cozy Corner
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Hawk tipped his hat politely towards Tim, the way he always did when he rode back into town and stabled his horse at the Liberty Bell, where Tim worked as a stablehand. The pay wasn’t much, but it was steady work, and the off-chance of spotting Hawkins Fuller in leather chaps astride a horse sweetened the pot considerably.
Hawk flashed Tim the look that he understood meant “Meet me around the back,” so Tim dawdled for a few moments more, trying in vain to wipe off as much dirt and muck as he could from his shirt before oh-so-casually strolling to behind the stables, where it met the treeline and provided just the right amount of cover.
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making a collection where i can put my fellow travelers drabbles!
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yeah your boyfriend's cute, he can come too by captainquint
Fandoms: Challengers (Movie 2024)
05 May 2024
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Patrick was coming to visit for the Pepperdine match, Tashi had told him.
She suggested that they all get dinner together or hang out, and Art had smiled and nodded, concealing the inner roiling feeling in his gut at the idea that Patrick was there just to visit her, though he knew that Patrick wouldn’t ignore him the whole time.
“Yeah, we’ll have to get together,” Art agreed, and stabbed his fork into his salad with a bit more force than necessary.
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Tashi/Art/Patrick getting together at Stanford
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It didn’t make sense. Kenny wasn’t in Italy, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sent somewhere in the Pacific, Hawk wasn’t quite sure. That was the last he had heard. So how could Kenneth Willard be bleeding out at his feet in Velletri?
“You did this.”
The blood in Hawk’s veins turned to ice at Kenny’s words.
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Hawk has a nightmare about his time in the war.
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He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had.
The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.
An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one.
“What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”
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Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.
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“Are they too tight?” Hawk asked, tugging on Tim’s wrists.
Tim’s wrists were, at that moment, bound to the headboard of Hawkins Fuller’s bed by some carefully knotted neckties. Tim was struck by the thought of Hawk wearing one of these ties to work on a later day, becoming distracted in his office thinking of what they had done with them on this night. His mouth twitched up at the corner.
“Hey, are you listening to me?” Hawk placed a hand under his chin and tilted Tim’s face towards Hawk’s own. “This is important, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tim rolled his wrists and wiggled his fingers to show they were fine. “I’m not made of glass, Hawk, you don’t have to treat me like I’ll break.”
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Hawk teases a tied-up Tim
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- Part 2 of FT Valentine's Day 2024
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“There we go,” Hawk said, as he found the jazz station he often liked to tune into. Billie Holiday crooned through the static, singing They Can’t Take That Away From Me. Hawk tilted the bottle toward Tim in offering, who took it and tossed back a large swig before coughing and spluttering on the sharp taste of the alcohol.
“I don’t know how you do that,” Tim said, shuddering and sticking out his tongue.
Hawk laughed and took the bottle back, placing it on the desk near the radio. “Lots of practice.”
“Dance with me, Skippy?”
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Valentine's Day, 1954
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- Part 1 of FT Valentine's Day 2024
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Tim Laughlin stood in front of Hawk, one hand still raised as if to continue banging on the door, his tweed jacked dotted with snowflakes. Water droplets were trapped on his glasses, maybe from melted snow. But with how red-rimmed his eyes were, there might have been teardrops on his glasses as well.
Hawk’s slightly intoxicated reflexes took a moment to spring into action upon seeing Tim. “Skippy,” he grinned, “what, did you miss me that much? I’ll still be here after New Year’s."
Tim’s face screwed up in a look of righteous fury that Hawk knew meant an argument was coming. And before he could react, Tim was shoving Hawk backwards and into the apartment, slamming the door behind them.
“You absolute ass!”
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Tim confronts Hawk about his being investigated by the M Unit.
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It's the beginning of Lent in 1953.
"During Lent, we’re supposed to give up earthly pleasures so as to better reflect on Christ in the desert, and his overcoming Satan’s temptations. Speaking of which, you should probably be going.”
Tim slid away from Hawk’s grasp and moved to gather his hat and coat for him. He turned to find Hawk still seated on the bed, staring back at him with a slightly confused look on his face.
"People give up lots of things for Lent, things they consider indulgent or pleasurable. Booze, cigarettes, chocolate.
I guess what I’m trying to say is I gave up… you.” -
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"When Beau opened her eyes again, she was back in her bed at the Xhorhaus. As soon as she realized this, she sat straight up, drawing a sharp breath as the pain in her side flared. The next thing Beau noticed was that Jester was sitting at the foot of the bed."
Jester looks in on Beau after a tough battle.
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- Part 1 of Beaujester Week 2019
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if i told you this was special, that love is more than chemicals by captainquint
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
29 Jun 2019
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“Jessie?” It was Beauregard, squinting into the darkness, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. “Is that you? Why are you out here all alone? Are you okay?”
Jester sniffled and wiped at her nose, her voice sounding wet and choked. “I’m fine, Beau. You should go back to sleep.”
“I’m not going back inside unless you’re with me, Jes. I know I may not be the best person to talk to about feelings and shit but… can you tell me what’s wrong?”
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At that moment, the bell clanged as the door was slammed open. A blur of a blue hoodie came rushing in, skirting around a table but catching his foot on a chair, knocking it to the ground. Quickly glancing around, he spotted the counter where a dumbstruck Caleb stood staring. He rushed behind the counter, ducking down. Caleb grabbed a bottle of caramel syrup from a shelf and held it above his head like a baseball bat, poised to strike.
“Who the hell are you?!”
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Sackett chuckled, tossing Robert another pile of papers. “Seeing as you work for an intelligence agency tasked with protecting the country, Agent Townsend, I would hope to find you more enthusiastic about doing your job.”
Anna yawned, rubbing her eyes. “Can you just tell us what we’re working on?”
Sackett nodded, opening the file folder on the table. “Benedict Arnold has resurfaced.”
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it's ben's birthday party and the gang decides to play chicken (based off a headcanon numrich on tumblr had mentioned)
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People can die, but memories don't.