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gojo-x-reader · 3 years

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Confessions in a Drunken Night

Relationship(s): Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Warnings: excessive drinking, mentions of sex (not related to drinking), getting drunk, job stress

Tags: communication is key

AO3 Link: here

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Request: “ Hey, I hope you're doing okay. I have read your scenarios and I fell in love with them They are so cute and adorable . If you take a request would you mind taking mine. About a f/reader who is depressed about her job pressure and Gojo not being home lately so she would be drinking at home not knowing that Gojo had arrived and was sleeping and he would wake up because of sound and he would find her saoul , and he would try to make up with her , with a lot of fluff please , thank you .”

You heard the door hurriedly slam from the other room and sighed. This was the third time just this week alone that date night was interrupted with you and your boyfriend, Satoru. Every time, he promised that nothing would come up, but every time something did. You didn’t understand why exactly his job was so important for him to just leave like that. He was just a high school teacher.

You sighed again, then picked up the uneaten dinner you cooked for the both of you. You placed the food in containers for later, if there was a later with him. You might end up eating both portions by yourself. You finished up cleaning up the romantic date you had prepared, now incredibly sad and frustrated.

You started pouring yourself a glass of whiskey. You weren’t a fan of the stuff straight, but tonight seemed like the night to drink. How many hours of overtime did you put in this week just to try to have an evening off to spend with your boyfriend? How much sleep did you lose just to stay ahead? How many times did your boss scoff because you asked off not one night, but three nights this week? You’d be lucky if you could get another night off in a month after this week.

You sipped on the whiskey, cherishing the warmth it brought to your core. You grabbed the bottle and glass and took them the to couch. The whiskey bottle was less than halfway finished; might as well finish it tonight. You lounged on the couch as you brought the glass to your lips and reminisced about your relationship with Satoru.

You had been together for over a year now, but it didn’t feel like it. You were practically in a long-distance relationship, despite only living twenty minutes from each other with how scarce you got to see him. He was always busy on “business trips” or whatever for his job. The thought that he was cheating on you crossed your mind a time or two, but Satoru didn’t seem like the type.

The two of you met in your favorite bakery just down the street. You had fought over the last piece of tiramisu, which he eventually gave you in exchange for your number. He was incredibly easy to talk to and within a few weeks, the two of you were going on your first date. He was suave, but you soon learned that was just a front he put up. The true Gojo Satoru was a dork with an almost insufferable personality that somehow you were able to stand.

You were sure that in the year you had been dating, you had only gone on three successful dates with Satoru and well over fifteen attempted dates. The three successful dates all had a special place in your heart.

The first successful date was your first date. It was a cozy café date followed by a nice walk through the nooks and crannies of Tokyo you never saw on your work commute. You remembered how you gained the confidence to hold Satoru’s hand on the first date, only feeling like there was a literal wall between you two for a few seconds. It was strange, but it was the only incident, so you never brought it up to him.

The second successful date was a few months later with another failed attempt in between the first and second. This one was a trip to a fancy restaurant in the heart of Tokyo. This was the date you learned that your boyfriend was loaded. Not just well off, but rich enough he could spend a couple hundred thousand Yen and it was just pocket change to him. Somehow, the reveal left more questions than answered them; namely, how did he become so rich with a teacher’s salary? Was he part of some kind of Old Money or something?

He never told you where you were dining, so of course, you dressed like it was a casual outing. Before heading to the restaurant, he bought you a dress that was worth more than two years of your yearly salary (against your protests). It was a gorgeous dress, in your favorite color. It still hung in your closet; while you wanted to sell it for some extra money, you didn’t want to upset Satoru.

The third and final successful date was your first anniversary. Neither of you wanted to go out, so you both stayed in. The two of you cooked dinner together; you were pleasantly surprised to learn that Satoru had a talent for cooking and wanted to taste more of his cooking. He insisted you were a much better cook than him, but you disagreed.

After dinner, one thing led to another until you were swept off your feet literally to the bedroom.

You smiled fondly at the memories of your first time together. It was only two months ago, but nothing had happened since then even though you desperately wanted a repeat of your anniversary tonight. Ah, you remembered why you were drinking. You swallowed the rest of the whiskey in your glass, grimacing as it burned in your throat.

You were already tipsy after one glass. You were a lightweight; you were sure you would be shit-faced before the end of this bottle. Satoru never drank, yet he always had the audacity to make fun of how much of a lightweight you were.

Who knows how long passed before you finally swallowed the last drop of whiskey. At that point, you were fighting your eyelids that were trying to close. Without Satoru there to entertain you as you were tipsy, you became a tired drunk. You just wanted to go to sleep but didn’t want to leave the couch. If you got up, you’d probably stumble and fall back anyway. So, you grabbed the blanket draped across the couch and wrapped yourself around it.

A sudden wave of sadness washed over you right as you closed your eyes. You missed Satoru, desperately. It felt physically painful being away from him at the moment. You brought a hand up to your eyes and wiped them, rolling over and finally going to sleep for good.

You woke up to the feeling of someone shaking your form. You groaned. Your head was pounding from dehydration, you were still sleepy from the alcohol; who dared interrupt your sleep?

You blinked a few times to find Satoru and his beautiful blue eyes staring at you. He appeared slightly worried, but also tired.

“Time?” you asked, not even forming coherent sentences yet.

“Almost 3am,” Satoru answered.

You groaned. “Let me sleep.”

“How much did you drink?”

“Does it matter?” you snapped back. You then realized how hostile you sounded, then started crying. “Please don’t be mad at me,” you said between hiccups.

Satoru took you into his arms, soothingly rubbing your back to calm you down. You suddenly felt worse because you were a mess, just because he left for an emergency with work? Pathetic.

Your sweet, incredible boyfriend helped you slowly sit up, then obtained a glass of water for you to drink. You chugged it, not even realizing how thirsty you were. Satoru refilled it for you, urging you to instead sip the water.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru asked as he sat down next to you on the couch.

“...Nothing,” you answered.

“Nothing? I come home to find my girlfriend passed out on the couch drunk off her ass and sad. You’re upset, and I want us to work through this. Now, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sad,” you admitted.

“Obviously.”

“I don’t feel like you--” hic “--love me as much anymore. You keep leaving during our dates, you don’t spend much time with me anymore, and my job is just so stressful because I keep having to work overtime to get days off and I doubt I can get another day off for a month now. That just makes me so fucking sad because I wanna see you every day but I can’t--”

Satoru gently placed a hand on your cheek. His gaze was filled with so much love it rendered you speechless. “That all?” he asked. You nodded.

Satoru tenderly placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ve been keeping a secret from you,” he admitted. Suddenly, your brain raced through all of the possibilities, fixating on the idea he was cheating on you. Oh, no, here it comes…

“I’m a jujutsu sorcerer.”

“Excuse me?”

That was not at all what you were expecting. What did that even mean?

Satoru backed away. “Here, try to grab my hand.”

You reached out to him, feeling the familiar wall like you did on your first date. “Oh!”

“This is Infinity,” he explained. “As you get closer to me, you slow down, unable to reach me. It’s a jujutsu passed down through my family.”

“I think I’ve felt it before. On our first date.”

Satoru sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “I always keep my Infinity going at all times, 24/7, even when I’m asleep. I only let down my guard around you because I trust you with my life.”

“So. What does this all mean? What else are you keeping a secret? Your job too?”

“No, I really am a high school teacher. For the first years, to be exact. The bunch this year are… interesting to say the least. So I’ve been having to stay late to train them, and I actually do go on business trips. A lot of them are overseas.”

“What are they for?” You were now very invested in your boyfriend’s secret life he had been hiding from you all this time.

“We exorcise curses.”

“Curses?”

“The evil beings of the jujutsu world. I have to go on more missions than the average person because I’m one of the very few Special Grade jujutsu sorcerers in the world. It’s the highest rank a jujutsu sorcerer can reach. And your boyfriend is the strongest in the world.”

“Are you really, or are you self-proclaimed?” you asked, knowing his personality. Satoru pouted. You pinched one of his cheeks gently, then dragged his face to your lips, pressing them against his cheek. “I’m just kidding.”

“I really am the strongest, though,” Satoru continued to pout. “Anyway! I think it’s time for us to sleep. Tomorrow, I can take you to see my school and you can meet my students!”

“Really?” you asked, excited. Finally, your boyfriend was allowing you into the part of his world you were always curious about.

“Really,” he promised.

You yawned. The sun was just starting to peek through your windows. Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted and carried to your room. You weren’t quite sober and made sure to warn Satoru about that, lest he moved you too fast and caused you to throw up on the two of you.

(“It wouldn’t get on me, though,” Satoru argued. “I can just activate my Infinity and I’ll stay clean.”)

Satoru tucked you into your bed, then made his way to your side. You were actually kind of glad you decided to get drunk tonight, as the liquid courage gave you the confidence to speak your mind to your boyfriend instead of keeping your feelings inside like usual. Tonight, you learned a side of your boyfriend you never thought existed. It brought you relief and curiosity to learn more about him and his life.

But for now, you needed sleep. Meeting part of Satoru’s world could wait until tomorrow.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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365days365movies · 3 years

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January 15, 2021: Casino Royale (2006) (Part 1)

So...we meet again, Bond. What’ve you been doing for the past few years?

...What. Not who, James, WHAT. Jeez.

Whatever. BrosBond had 3 movies after GoldenEye, and they were...not great, from what I’ve heard. Remember, I wasn’t as big of a fan of GoldenEye as many critics and fans were; so, I can’t imagine what I’d think of the latter three. Maybe one day, but not today!

Today, I’m focusing my sights on the revitalization of the brand. See, in 2002, Die Another Day came out, and that movie was apparently crazy. TOO crazy. So crazy, in fact, that audiences and critics accused it of losing the plot, and the production studio in charge (Eon Productions) had a yearning to change direction. And their inspiration came from...a surprising place.

See, Joel Schumacher’s campy, over-the-top Batman films were basically wiped out by Christopher Nolan’s 2005 reinvention of the character in Batman Begins. Which is, in my opinion, a highly underrated classic, Seriously. And in 2005, this film was absolutely a smash-hit. Batman was cool again, which a lot of people never thought would happen in film. Eon saw this, and thought...how can we apply that to Bond?

Out with Brosnan...in with Craig.

The first of the new, darker, reinvented Bond films is planned for release in 2006, starring Daniel Craig as the suave, sophisticated spy. And the director of the film was selected to be...Martin Campbell? From GoldenEye? The guy who kinda sorta started the modern over-the-top Bond? Really? I mean, OK. The writers this time are different...except for one. I didn’t talk about the writers last time because I don’t like putting people on blast if I don’t gotta. This time...maybe. We’ll see.

If this Casino Royale is basically Bond Begins, I’m definitely interested. Maybe this’ll revitalize that Bond-love from the Connery days. Let’s find out! We’re also gonna look at the Bond checklist again!

Gadgets: better have more cool gadgets than GoldenEye, I swear...

Bond Girl: GoldenEye’s Natalya wasn’t bad, to be honest; let’s see who his Inevitable Love Interest is this time.

Villain: Alec Trevelyan had so much potential. I need my dastardly villain, let’s do this. Oh, and let’s throw the henchman in here, too. Xenia Onatopp was...a lot...but she was a memorable henchman, at least.

Music: Of course. GoldenEye’s theme was good, and we’ll see how 2006 does.

OK, movie time. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

We start at an office building in Prague, where a man makes his way up to his office. Waiting there for him is, of course, James Bond (Daniel Craig). The man is Dryden, section chief at the British Embassy in Prague, whom M has accused of selling secrets, a big no-no. But Bond...isn’t a double-0 agent. Huh. You got me interested.

Apparently, agents get the two zeroes once they’ve killed two people on file. James hadn’t killed anyone...until recently. Which is when we get this.

OH SHIT

This is an absolutely BRUTAL fight. It’s not choreographed flashily, it’s not pretty...it’s rough. It’s intense. And it’s...oh my God, wow. Made me feel it. And what’s astonishing is that it’s SO short.

On learning this, Dryden tells him not to worry, the second one is...

...YOU GOT ME. I’M IN FOR THE FUCKIN’ RIDE

HOW??? How is it that in 3 minutes of screentime, I’m already more satisfied by Craig’s Bond than I was for the ENTIRETY of GoldenEye? That is masterfully done, right off the bat. WOW. We even get a smooth-as-silk segue into the classic bullet turret sequence, and that takes us right into the song and opening credits. And...wow.

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Here’s the thing about Bond openings, as I mentioned last time: they were all directed by one guy up until GoldenEye, and were basically all silhouetted women with themes and scenes from the movie projected around them. The Brosnan movies followed suit, always having silhouetted women in one way or another. Die Another Day used CGI women and...a really bad Madonna song. It was...it is NOT GOOD, guys. Look it up, it’s the most 2002 thing I’ve ever heard.

But here’s the fin bit about Casino Royale. This is the first Bond movie opening with no women in it. Yeah. It’s the first one. And the song is Chris Cornell’s You Know My Name, and it’s good! Not sure it’s going in my soundtrack, though.

Finally, the opening credits sequence itself: it’s once again Daniel Kleinman doing it, and it’s actually inspired by the first James Bond book Casino Royale, which had already had a TV special and unofficial Bond movie made from it! The cover had a playing card motif, and the opening carries over that motif creatively. I really dig it, if I’m honest! Definitely a welcome break from the 44 years of Bond films preceding it.

Uganda! And we meet the villain of this film: Le Chiffre (Mads Mikkelsen). And GODDAMN if that isn’t a Bond villain! He’s a banker, making a deal with a rebel leader, Steven Obanno (Isaach de Bankole), via their liason Mr. White (Jesper Christiensen). Setting up an attack by supplying Obanno with money, he sells his stocks of a company called Skyfleet, knowing that they’re about to fail.

Meanwhile, a ferret’s fighting an Asian species of cobra. In Madagascar. My zoology senses are EXPLODING, OH my God. So much wrong there. Anyway, there’s a bombmaker in the crowd watching the fight. He’s being tailed by Bond and another agent, Carter, who tips off the guy by being a bad spy. Bond chases him to a construction yard. What now, James?

Awesome. Why is this awesome when I said that the tank was dumb? Because at least it makes sense for a bulldozer to go haywire in a construction yard, just sayin’. Plus, this dude clearly isn’t the best, as he fires on construction workers and cops.

Eventually, this chase sequence brings us to the top of a crane, where this exchange happens.

I, uh...I love this movie already. That’s goddamn great.

The chase scene as a whole is also fantastic, as it continues off the bridge and into an abandoned building, then escalates into the streets, brings in law enforcement, and eventually ends with Bond at an embassy, facing down both the military and the bomb maker. He kills the guy, shoots some gas tanks, grabs the bomb, and then gets the hell out of there.

...Y’know what, that was fucking amazing, but he also almost certainly caused an international incident there. And I should be annoyed about that, but guess what! It makes sense! This is an inexperienced Bond, one who’s JUST been promoted to 00 status as 007, as the prologue explained. So, y’know what? I’m into it!

Cut to a yacht, like you do in a Martin Campbell Bond film. There, we have our villain, Le Chiffre, playing a card game. Also, he weeps blood. Yeah. HE WEEPS BLOOD.

OK, if that isn’t some Bond villain shit, I don’t know WHAT is. He’s also asthmatic, because I love it. I love it so much. He’s a mathematically-brilliant asthmatic that weeps blood. More, please.

He’s also a person aware of what Bond did at the embassy, as it’s already become an international incident! Thank you for showing consequences, movie! Damn! I love it! This has two additional consequences. One, Le Chiffre notes that the code “Ellipsis” used by the bomber may be soon to expire, indicating a connection between the two. And the second consequence? M’s pissed.

M! DAME JUDI DENCH! One of my favorite things about GoldenEye was bringing in Judi Dench as M, and she made it through the reboot! And she’s still as entertaining as she was before, calling Bond out for his stupidity, and explaining that she misses the Cold War.

In her apartment, M does her normal exposition schtick, and her interactions with Bond are fantastic here. She’s understandably angry at him, and gives him what for, but she’s also clearly impressed that he FIGURED OUT WHERE SHE LIVES, as well as her REAL NAME. Shows her opinion of Bond and aspects of Bond’s character in a single, masterful stroke.

Well. Goddamn. Done.

The Bahamas! Bond’s here to find Alex Dimitrios (Simon Abkarian), a Greek businessman who’s believed to have a connection with Le Chiffre himself. And, as James Bond is wont to do, he finds him at a party, playing cards. And here’s where the reinvention of Bond comes full circle.

See, Bond’s doing all the typical Bond things, yeah. But there are some differences present here, as well as some neat nuances. Bond isn’t wearing the suit, first of all. He actually hasn’t worn a suit the whole movie, which makes perfect sense for a spy. Suits aren’t exactly the least conspicuous thing in the world; bound to get you noticed if you don’t want to be.

And then, there’s the girl. This is Solange Dimitrios (Catherina Murino), the wife of Alex who was treated BADLY by him at the party. That gives her a reason to take Bond’s offer for a ride to his place, outside of just his raw animalistic charm that he seems to have in some of these movies. Look at that, already more chemistry than he had with Natalya in GoldenEye.

And yes, this results in her cheating on Alex. Is her cheating justified from a moral standpoint? No, of course it isn’t. And of course, this leads to the typical Bond-handsome-sex-GOOD sequence, but again, some nuance here! First of all, he doesn’t win her over with corny clever lines, like what we saw in GoldenEye multiple ties. Second, this is actually all an attempt to get some infomation from her about her husband. Bond might be enjoying it, but his womanizing here actually has a purpose. And that’s rare!

That’s further punctuated by the fact that he STRAIGHT UP LEAVES BEFORE ANYTHING HAPPENS. Yeah, she tells him that Alex just made his way to Miami, and he leaves! Dick move, yeah, but it makes sense! James isn’t here for pleasure, he’s here for work!

He follows Alex to a Bodies at Work exhibit (you know, the preserved and skinned cadavers put into poses that used to tour around the USA? I saw it in Times Square at the end of its popularity. A little ghoulish, maybe, but I think it’s pretty cool), where the two of them get in a very tense close-up knife fight in public.

Alex is dead, but not before passing off a package to someone else at the exhibition. Bond tails the guy to Miami International Airport, where the largest airplane in the world is set to be unveiled. Using the code sent to the bombers, Bond gets into the back, and goes to intercept the disguised bomber who’s set to blow up the SkyChonk (I mean it, that giant airplane is THICCC).

Time for another cool chase sequence! Some luggage is destroyed, along with a bus, the cops join in on the chase, an airplane is prevented from landing (making someone on that plane probably very upset), and Bond somehow manages to prevent the plane from blowing up. And it’s by the SKIN of his teeth, lemme tell you. Also, he blows up a dude with his own flashlight bomb.

Nice. Somehow, Bond isn’t arrested, and makes his way back to the Bahamas. And it looks like Solange isn’t the Bond girl after all. Because she was thought to be the information leak (which she was, to an extent), she was tortured to death. Whoof.

M’s in the Bahamas now, and the exposition continues. She’s done with Bond’s bullshit, and she plants a tracker under his skin. She explains that with the big boi plane destroyed, somebody stood a lot to gain financially from the stock crash to come. Except that the plane wasn’t destroyed, and that person lost $100 million by “betting the wrong way.”

That person, of course, was Le Chiffre, a manthematical genius and chess prodigy, who plays poker for fun, and plays the stock market with his clients’ money. Bond’s the best poker player in MI6 (a good addition that we already saw foreshadowed earlier! See what I mean?), and she’s sending him to a high stakes poker game that Le Chiffre’s looking to regain his money from.

Bond FINALLY dons his suit, and gets on a train in Montenegro, where he meets...

Vesper Lynd (Eva Green). THERE’S our Bond girl! Although, there’s a reference to Miss Moneypenny in their introduction, which is interesting. But Vesper is an agent for the British Treasury, supplying the money for the buy-in for the tournament. And their conversation on the train...wow. Now THIS is chemistry, seriously.

Vesper’s a great character, and she gives Bond NO quarter. She reads his character, and calls him out very accurately. They also explain why both Bond and Vesper are good at poker: it’s all about reading people. I’m genuinely impressed by how this movie is put together, and how well-thought out Bond is as a character. And this is the dimension I love to see in a Bond girl as well!

GODDAMN, I am in love with this movie. More coming in Part 2!

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ben-the-hyena · 3 years

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Scoob!Delilah's life and POV

So remember in my list of Scoob!Dick headcanons when I stated Delilah was a fangirl who came to meet Dick during a time the Wacky Races were happening in England right ?

She was a fan AND wanted to become a racer, she had already been wanting to for a while and trained and that's why she loved watching Wacky Races and being a villainess she loved to cheat so Dick was a model. And a HOT model at that. And soon she would be deemed worthy enough to finally have a contract at a local British race company and have a medical exam just before, so all of that makes her very happy, confident, and even more since she manages to watch the races life and meet him, he is charming, flirty, quite gentlemanly since he even invites her for dinner, and BOOM they fuck and he is good at that. Ooooh life was great. About 10 days later the Wacky Racers are still in Great Britain but just not England anymore and she thought that just had been a great period of her life but NOW life is going to be greater : her career is gonna start ! She does the medical exams and she will be ready to drive after that, she knows she is in full health ! So when she comes for the result she is confident and optimistic

They tell her she cannot

She is shocked and angry and demands to know why

"But miss you are pregnant, that would be very dangerous for you and for your baby. Come back when you would have finished your maternity leave"

She is horrified. PREGNANT !?!? SHE IS NOT READY ! AND SHE IS ALONE ! WHO CAN BE THE FATHER- OH

HIM

HE HAD BEEN THE ONLY ONE IN A WHILE

So quickly before the Wacly Races would leave Great Britain for good she drives her way to wherever they are on the big island and finds him alarmed, she feels like he needs to know before she aborts or something or to see what he thinks since she didn't know yet he would be such a jerk and thought his opinion would matter then (and in a way, her fangirl mind still thinking in priority over reason). At first he is a bit embarrassed to see her again, a mix of flattery ("oh such a fan, was I such a good lay ?~") and awkwardness (now he's scared shes gonna be a yandere forever following him while they just were one night stands) so he tries to be courteous an awkward way

"I'm pregnant"

HIS MIND EXPLODES

He demands a DNA test to see if the fetus is his, he wont have some crazy gold digger after him- OH SHIT IT'S POSITIVE ! IT'S HIS !

...his mind and boomer ways do a FULL 180 turn and now he suddenly gets curious (excited even) about the child. He's gonna be a dad !? And... she is the mother. The mother of his child ! He feels responsible and he offers her charmingly to come with him and marry back home in USA. She is so charmed and it looks like a book story so she feels like it's the good ending and that after a maternity leave she would be able to start again to be a racer anyway and that in the meantime she would be married to such a handsome evil man who assumes his responsibility, she says yes. She comes with him and they marry, and a first child was born 9 months later, after months of actually ending up falling in love with her husband

Problem is around the time of that birth, Dick would have showed his true colors. Delilah would realize she would take care of the child mostly alone, sure he does work a lot away to races but whenever he was home it was to merely interact with her, she would do the chores and take care of the kid alone while he would focus on his own things and whenever he was with the baby it was just as to play with him but no real responsibility behind like hardly changing diapers or something. And when he would interact, it would be only when she would complain by suddenly becoming suave and seductive again but only for that time. She started thinking it was not that he hated her but just thought of himself and what he wanted, taking only the fun side in being a dad and having a maid-sex doll when needed as a wife all while focusing on his career. It's true he did find his usual life changed when she came with the pregnancy test, but she would have expected her idol to do efforts, or zt lesst not give her hope

Both of them seeing the relationship going downhill, they would try to convince themselves things were going good by making another child 15 months later. But nothing changed, it would be the same, even worse since now she would take care of 2 alone. So that meant Delilah had pushed back her maternity leave again for that !? She had not trained in 2 years now ! She would end up forgetting all she learnt about racing ! She got angrier and more bitter, tired of his shit and more fights would ensue when he would be home, not letting him charm his ways out. Frustrated and bored at home with a wife he had never even truely felt like marrying but had felt "forced" to for his education, Dick would start cheating on her which would make things even worse and often make her cry when she wouldn't be enraged. He would even dare during fights stating he would have been better with that Penelope Pitstop !

They would still make a 3rd child, named Dick too, 4 years later as a last attempt at saving their marriage, him promising to change and stuff like that he didn't keep. From that point, heart definetely shattered and feeling humiliated, Delilah would hate him. Feel disdain and be bitter. She lost her former spark since she can't even feel like divorcing, for the kids but also out of pride (she wanted him ? She got him !) and desillusion (about how much she used to idolize him and how now it's too late she will not have her career since she got 3 maternity leaves in a row to take care of 3 kids almost alone instead of racing

So when the eldest would reach 18, she would finally feel the fuel to finally demand divorce. He was an adult now, her second was a teenager and her youngest was not a child anymore, one would live his life and it was not like their father was home all the time for the 2 youngest to truely notice he left (when he was home he actually was a good villain dad but they felt more and more bitter towards him when they saw how much his behaviour hurt their mum). She won the house in the divorce, hence why he has to live in his ship, but eh at least he does spend time with the kids when he wants and does pay child support. But even though she would keep the Dastardly last name, it would be more to fuck up with him (she is free BUT has his name, he is not so unique anymore uh !?) because she would forever hate him, to her POV he had ruined her life even if she did not regret any of her children (the villain way of course)

But 2 years later, Muttley would disappear. And so would he shortly. No child support, no phone calls, he wasn't seen again for 6 years. He had said he wanted to bring Muttley back, probably from the dead (the fact he had a witch mother really had made him crazy, she thought), and most likely died in trying to do so. Sad for her kids not to be able to mourn and it sounded stupid he would risk his life and leave his kids behind for a stupid dog but at least what was done was done. It was all over now-

Then come the events of the Scoob movies. HIM !? ALIVE !? ON TV FILMED STEALING CERBERUS SKULLS !? AND HE HAD NOT BEEN THERE FOR HIS KIDS FOR 6 FUCKING YEARS FOR A POOCH !? Oh never had she wanted to strangle him so much, being a bad husband when they were together was one thing but DITCHING HIS CHILDREN NOT CALLING OR PAYING FOR YEARS IN THE SEARCH OF A DOG !?!?! She wanted to take a riffle more than before. At LEAST 3 days later he immediately got arrested after having almost blown up Athens and truely brought Cerberus on Earth (what the fuck Dick !?! Was mourning that hard for you !?), brought in jail in her town (all the gold he had stolen managed to pay 6 years of child support. He cried that was funny). And he dared now wanting to speak to their children as if nothing had happened !? As if he had abandonned them !? Pretending he knew he would return anyway but was so focused he thought he would come back once he was done which he was now in a way !? That he did bring back Muttley, where is he then !? He dared lying in their face, she gladly let the eldest punch him. Off to jail where he would ROT

But some days later he had escaped !? What !? On the run !? With- with Muttley !? He had not lied, he did bring him back !?!?! Holy DRAT. Ooooh she was divorced but he kept giving her white hair. Well, all while hiding from authorities he now wanted to catch up wirh all 3 of his kids as if nothing had happened. The nerve. Well they were all adults now, their own choice to do so or not. But if he came closer to her, she would PUNCH his big nose down his throat

By the time Richard, her last little one? became a racer too after sometime and settled down too with that Pandora whore (daughter of the one Penelope his father praised. PAH. It ran from father to son), she found herself alone with her cat at home. Big home now... how boring

...well she had a passion. Yes she had, precisely why she had loved that bastard ! Racing ! And now she was free and stress free with no children left at home, what prevented her to train again ? She wouldn't make a career, at her age it was too late, but nothing prevented her to race in smaller races and private competitions. Which she did

Oh she felt alive again !

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owlsoldwritingcorner · 4 years

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Honey and Oats (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Agent Whisky x Reader

Warnings/Troupes: Not much rn except Age gap relationship for future. + Enemies to lovers. Two cowboys cant flirt for shit.

A/N: This is a bit shorter cus the next one is gonna be a bit spicy, so i wanted to give more room for that chapter!

Summary: “Mucous membrane.” Eggsy’s face scrunched up at the first thought that came to mind as he looked at the two of you.

“That’s like up the nose, isn’t it?”

“What the fuck am I gonna to do? Stick my finger up…”

“It’s not just inside the nose, is it?”

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And then there were two.

Eggsy had to say goodbye to his girlfriend and get the tickets from his contact first before the three of you could hit the road. And because that damn cowboy refused to take literally any other vehicle, you were stuck in the trunk like a sack of potatoes. If you fell off the car, it’s your fault for not holdin’ on.

The stretch of silence was long and awkward between you two. You didn’t bother saying a single word to the man. Why would you? Boring holes in the back of his head with your stare was much more preferable.

Just as the silence was starting to become insufferable, Whiskey honked his horn to tell Eggsy to hurry the fuck up already. Another second and there won’t be any more Statesman agents on the job. Soon after, Eggsy finally came back out. Three passes right on hand.

“Got the passes from my contact. You’ll love Glastonbury.”

“Well that’s the easy part kid. Take a look in the glove box.” The younger agent opened the compartment to reveal the chip. And here comes the jokes about the finger condom.

“Fucking hell, bruv. Thought everything was supposed to be bigger in America?” Eggsy looked at you both with an amused expression. “Is that why you overcompensate with these massive cars?”

“Well, Whiskey’s dick is the exception to that sayin--”

“Shut your trap, Rum. It goes on your finger,” Whiskey sticks out an index finger to emphasize his point. “The surveillance tracker is on the tip. Apply light pressure for three seconds to release it,” The cowboy then shoves his said index finger in your face.

“And you. What do you have against Jack jr.?” Before you could say another snarky comeback, Whiskey snapped his fingers and shoved the index in your face again. “You wanna ride ole Whiskey horse don’t ‘cha? Young girls like you always got trouble articulatin’ whatcha’ want.” The whole time, he just kept waving that damn finger in your face! Just right when you were about to chomp it right off, he pulled it quicker than any man’s pull out game.

“Not fallin’ for that one again.” He placed his hands on the wheel, looking at you via the rear view mirror with a triumphant smile as if he’s got you all figured out.

Okay.

You had to admit. Whiskey looked really fucking good for his age. You’ll never say it to his face though. It’d be both a hit to your pride and a major boost to his ego. Any bigger and the old man’s gonna pop. But really? It’s just too fucking bad that all that eyecandy ain’t got a good center to match!

“Now, just admit that all this pent up frustration, is cuz you’re into ‘old man’ Whiskey here?”

“In yer fuckin’ dreams.”

“You’re right. You’re less of a god damn brat in them.” He muttered as he turned the key to start the car’s engine.

Ugh. He always acts all cool and oh-so suave as if his back isn’t ready to break the moment he picks something up from off the--

Wait a fucking second.

“Whiskey, did you just-- Oh fuck!” Just as you moved closer to the drivers and passenger’s seat, you were knocked right on your ass. The familiar damn chuckle coming from the driver’s seat. That fuckin’ hillbilly practically kicked the fucking gas pedal just to laugh at your pain!

“You should really hold on kid. There ain’t no seatbelts back there.”

“And whose choice do you think it was to ride this fuckin’ car?! Achhkuot sbanh!”

“Getting the Cambodian out on me already? I’m flattered, querida.”

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During the whole trip, Whiskey’s words echoed through your mind.

You’re right. You’re less of a god damn brat in them.

Did… Did he mean for it to sound that way? Like, did he ever actually… Have those kinda dreams starring you?

You tried to mentally wave it off as him just trying to shut you up, but his fucking voice kept popping up in your head.

You’re less of a god damn brat in them.

That buttery smooth, low voice of his accompanying those words. You couldn’t help but overthink what he said.

Sure his glances are a bit longer than what’s considered a normal glance, but that doesn’t mean anything!, and when he gives you a pat on the back after and whenever you’re up in his face, he licks those fuckin’ kissable lips of his like he’s thinking of something he shouldn’t--

Wait.

Did you say kissable?

You meant to say punchable. That cowboy’s face is just… The most murderable, most stabbable, most lickable--

Goddamn it!

What the fuck’s gotten into you?! The guy admits to having, for all you know, one fuckin’ sex dream about you and you’re just readdy to turn to putty in his hands?

Just as the three of you arrived at the concert, you jumped out of the back of the trunk and quickly headed into one of the porta potties. Eggsy looked mighty confused at your disappearing figure as he got out the car.

“Do they know the concert is this way?”

“Well, considering this is a special kinda mission, I’d just say she’s dolling herself up.”

“Why? The target is straight, so it’s just going to be the two of us doing the work.”

“Yeah. But, she really hates it when she ain’t got nothin’ to do on the job.”

Eggsy just shot him a confused look until he saw you come back out from the porta potty. Then everything just clicked into place like a puzzle.

Instead of your previous much cuter looking appearance. You were (admittedly) quite handsome after your change of clothes and other fixings. You wore more masculine looking clothes, cleaned up a bit, and you--

Oh.

You did an extra step.

The three of you showed your bands to the bouncers and waltzed right in.

“According to her Instagram feed, Charlie’s ex-girlfriend is up at the VIP bar. Which one of us is gonna plant the tracker?”

“I say we both make an approach. Whoever gets it on best, goes for it.” You rolled your eyes at the suggestion. Getting a girl in bed really shouldn’t be played like a game.

“Well, it doesn’t have to be a competition, bruv. Why don’t we just go up to her-- shake her hand, pat her on the back, whatever, you know, Job done.”

“Well, as nice and easy that would be, Eggsy. Last I checked, our hands aren't a mucous membrane.” You sighed.

“Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman?” Whiskey added with an incredulous tone to his voice.

“What are you talking about?”

“Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream.” The agent put up his middle and index fingers and made an… Injection motion.

“If the trackers were attached on the back or something, that’d risk getting damaged in case the target decides to do the ole’ late night tumble.” You added.

“They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS.”

“Mucous membrane.” Eggsy’s face scrunched up at the first thought that came to mind as he looked at the two of you. “That’s like up the nose, isn’t it?” The three of you stop a few feet behind the target.

“What the fuck am I gonna to do? Stick my finger up…” Eggsy paused once he stuck up his finger, similar motion Whiskey did prior. His face contorting into realization as to where else the tracker can be placed.

“It’s not just inside the nose, is it?”

“No, Eggsy, it ain’t.” The oldest agent let out an exasperated sigh as the British man let out a just as annoyed ‘fuck’.

“All right, I’ll take the first crack.”

“You sure you won’t croak in the middle of it?” Whiskey finally popped his lid on that final quip from you.

“Know what? Since you’re so sure of yourself, you get first go.” You raised your hands in faux defeat as you walked backwards towards the target. You heard Eggsy give you a little ‘good luck’.

“My pleasure.” You quickly turned around and placed your elbows on the bar top beside the woman.

“I am so sorry to bother you little missie, but I just have to say you are the most ethereal being I have ever seen in my life.”

“Oh? Is that so?” You’ve gotten her attention at least, she’s skeptical but it’s a start.

“Course! Out of all these stars playin’ today, you seem to be the one outshining them all.”

“You should get better glasses then, it’s only daytime.”

“Are you suggesting the view is even better at night?” You mentally winched at that one. Yeah… Not your best hit.

“Nope,” She popped the ‘p’ before taking a quick sip of her drink. “I am saying that you are clearly blind. You’ve been looking at the sun for too long.” She then turned her head, all ready to ignore you. You rolled your eyes and looked at Whiskey, who looked more than ready to be tagged in, and signaled for him to come over by moving over to give him some space.

Whiskey practically had a pop in his step as he waltzed over to take your place.

He can finally rub a victory in your fucking face! You won’t steal anymore of his targets from him in the future! Take that you sexually confusing minx!

Wait that came out wrong--

“Now, I don’t wanna pester you…” Quickly distracting himself from the confusing thoughts, he got to working his charm.The woman turned her face to the new voice trying to get her attention. “But, I just had to know, what time are you playin’?” She let out an awkward chuckle. Whilst Whiskey kept her busy, you ordered yourself a Blue Long Island cocktail and not so discreetly listened in on their conversation.

“I’m not in a band-- Oh god, who did you think I was? Please don’t say someone ghastly.” she hid her face in embarrassment at the thought. Great, you can see Whiskey’s dumb smirk loom over you now.

“God damn it, now I feel like a fool.” He got a bit closer to the blond and you shivered at the husky tone his voice switched to.

He was supposed to be seducing her, not you! Get your head out of the fuckin clouds!

“I just assumed a woman with your charisma… Well, she just had to be somebody.”

Well… He tripped the landing a bit.

“Right. Thank you.”

“No, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to make me feel like a dumbass. So I’ll let you make it up to me by letting me buy you a drink,” Wow, gettin’ a teensy bit aggressive there Whiskey. The blond then rolled her eyes as she stuck up an index finger.

“Follow my finger.” Oh boy. She then swiped her finger to her left twice as Whiskey followed, confused. Wait, was that--

“What are we doin’?”

“Swiping to the left,” You almost let out an unattractive snort. She indeed did what you thought she did. “What, you don’t do Tinder in America?”

“Tinder what?” Whiskey still had a dumb smile on and was as confused as a bat during the daytime. God, he seriously is an old man.

“You know what? I think it’s a generational thing,” Eggsy smoothly cut in and leaned against the bar on the woman’s other side. Oh just in time!

You were just about to leave from the painful cringing you felt from both Old man Whiskey and little miss Tinder over here.

“It translates as,’Go away, old man’.”

Whiskey paused just before uttering ‘Be good, be cool’. Yup. You could see the biggest hit to his pride on his face yet as he walked off to a sitting bar at this outdoor concert. He just looked so pathetic and sulky you just needed to do something to fix that. Without realizing, you were already right behind the man and Champ’s words echoed in your head.

“One job together ain’t gonna kill the two of you.”

You mentally wince at what you were about to do for the rest of the day.

You gave the sad man a firm pat on the back, he turned around with hope in his eyes only for that to be extinguished when he saw you.

“C’mon Weepin’ Willow, I’ll play bartender.”

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eyesfixedonthesun22 · 4 years

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She’s So High: Chapter 8: B SIDE: ALTERNATE ENDING

Summary: 90’s karaoke and your snarky wit seem to have revived the charming side of one Bucky Barnes. Everything comes full circle the morning after. *RECORD SCRATCH SOUND* Except this is the B Side...see notes. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): Smut 18+. Swearing. Kissing, Fingering (female), Oral Sex (female receiving), Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex. No beta reader so like...typos probs. Word Count: xxx Notes: So @marvelous-meggi and @kyber-hearts-and-stardust-souls put the idea in my head when I first posted Chapter 8 of “What would have happened if they had gotten caught?” and I saw that maybe I would write this as sorta a B Side to this chapter. And Meggie tagged me today saying she was waiting still. AND while I was showering I had an idea. So....this happened. ORIGINAL chapter text is in italics. NEW chapter text is regular font.

You’re taken aback by the bright wash of sunshine flooding the room as your eyes flutter open. A room that is clearly not your room. Your half-awake brain remembers the events of last night sluggishly. This is Bucky’s bed… which would explain the large arm draped across your middle.

You savor the warmth from the sunlight spilling across the bed coupled with the warmth radiating from his body next to you. The soft sheets caress your naked skin as you stretch your muscles; careful not to wake Bucky.

You study his face. All the tension it normally holds during the waking hours is absent. His hair is strewn across his pillow. His limbs, all but the one anchoring you to him, seem to be splayed in every direction. You crane your neck to see the clock.

“Fuck.” You allow another five minutes to enjoy the proximity with the man beside you before carefully sliding under his arm.

You curse once more for sleeping in this late but allow it remembering fondly why you were so exhausted. Bucky had woken you up throughout the night. The first time he had ground gently against your backside. He nearly came from the wanton whines that permeated your dreams. When you stirred awake, he slid into you from behind; relishing in how soaked you had been for him.

The second time you had protested a bit, citing lack of sleep. Not easily deterred, his mouth worked your breasts with lavish kisses. All complaints died on your tongue when his head disappeared under the covers with his apology of “just once more for me, darlin’?” You could have sworn you heard a series of knocks clearly coming from the room next door. All worry dissipated as Bucky tongue fucked you through not one but two more orgasms.

The third time was entirely your “fault”. You had woken with your throat parched. Returning from the bathroom with a glass of water, you noticed a tempting tent in the sheets. Thinking you’d have the element of surprise, you were certainly shocked (though not complaining), when things ended with you bent over the side of the bed with Bucky’s cock pounding you into the mattress.

You smirk at the memories, attempting to find your clothing from the night before. Quickly giving up, you opt for Bucky’s flannel as a dressing gown. You’d be able to start breakfast in privacy and come back in normal clothes once the team was awake. Which would be soon if you didn’t hurry; you thought, stealing a final glance back at Bucky’s sleeping form.

You’d settled on a batch of breakfast quiches for the team. You press play on your favorite playlist, letting it provide a pleasant background soundtrack. Once the egg mixture was ready, you could throw it in the oven and probably catch another half hour of lazy morning cuddles with Bucky.

All the vegetables were chopped and ready for the filling. The only problem was you couldn’t remember the ratio of cream to egg. Pulling open the cabinets you see the cookbook you need propped on one of the top shelves. Clearly someone else had used it last. You would never have put it so out of reach. You stand on your tip toes and attempt to swat it down from its elevated prison.

You must have been engrossed in getting the cookbook down because Bucky is able to silently creep into the kitchen. He enjoys watching you struggle; finding your little frustrated cursing adorable.

You see the cookbook teetering, almost within reach, when a pair of hands land on your hips. You freeze but relax once you smell the familiar scent of him behind you. His head drops on your shoulder for a quick kiss behind your ear; hands dipping under the hemline of the flannel.

“You skippin’ out on me, dollface?” He mumbles into your skin.

“I needed to get breakfast in the oven before everyone is up. I was gonna hop back in bed with you while it bakes.” You resume your struggle to get the cookbook down as Bucky chuckles at you. “Would you quit laughing at me?! I need this cookbook. I can’t remember the ratioooooooohh-”

Your reply turns to a moan. One of his hands detaches itself from its place on your hip, effortlessly grabs the cookbook, and tosses it on the island behind you; the other is occupied ever so softly stroking small circles into your clit. You collapse back down off your tip toes and let your weight fall back into his chest.

“Doll, you can’t go around stealing my shirts and making them look ten times sexier than I ever could.” His voice seems entirely unaffected but the sudden shift in mood. “I’m incredibly insecure and you’re showing me up.”

You can hear the smile in his words even if you weren’t feeling it in his lips which are now sloppily and lazily kissing up your neck. You sigh deeply, enjoying the teasing sensations he’s sending through your body.

“Buck-” you whine gently, remembering where you are. “Someone is gonna hear us.”

He pulls back from you to quickly jab at the volume button; increasing the music so others don’t hear you. “Then you better be quiet, sweetheart.”

Needing to see his eyes, you turn around to face him. His hair is mussed. It looks like he’s thrown on the same black jeans from the night before. They hang obscenely low on his hips unbuttoned. He’s deliciously shirtless. Warmth from the bedroom still clings to his skin.

“I distinctly remember a grumpy old man yelling at me for too loud of music this early in the morning.”

The pressure on your clit relents only to feel a digit slide into your core slowly, his thumb takes up the circles on your clit.

“Come back to bed darlin’. Sleeping in isn’t as fun without you there.”

“I have to make breakfast-” Your reply is choked off by a particularly strong wave of pleasure as his finger pushes pressure onto your g-spot. You open your eyes only to see a perfectly smug and unbothered face. If you didn’t feel his motions deep inside your now pulsing cunt, you would have guessed he was almost bored.

You try again to defend your actions, “Everyone will go hungry if-”

With his eyes locked on yours he adds a second finger into you. “Fuck.” He cocks his head to the side slightly and gives you his best shit eating grin.

“You were saying?”

“I’m out of excuses.” You mold your lips to his, giving into the pleasurable sensations. You attempt to walk him backwards out of the kitchen towards the bedroom.

“Nuh uh,” he says with his mouth now sucking deep hickeys into your collar bone. “Wanna see you cum right here.”

You want to protest but the clench of your walls around his fingers betrays you before you can get a word out. You pant small breathy moans into his shoulder as he brings his lips to your ears.

“That’s it, darlin’. I can tell that turns you on.” You suppress another low moan and it comes out more of a whimper. “Knowin’ anyone could walk in… see you becoming a panting little mess stuffed with my fingers.”

At this point, you’re relying completely on Bucky for support; your legs have gone to Jell-O. “I can tell you’re close, doll. I feel you fluttering around me.”

The stretch and glide of Bucky’s fingers have you forgetting about the residual soreness. You bite your bottom lip; hoping it will keep you quiet enough. You’re ready to let go with your release-

“Holy fuck, Barnes!” You whine all vestiges of anger about him teasing you previously slipping away. “Don’t stop.”

His pace is measured and calculated hitting unrelenting on your g-spot with perfect pressure. Perhaps any other time you’d be embarrassed by the slick squelches coming from his motions but all you care about was that they didn’t cease.

“Oh I’m not stopping baby. You’re gonna cum for me right here,” his words are hot and low in your ear as your vision goes white. “And then I’m gonna spread your legs and have my breakfast.”

With those final words you’re a panting moaning mess into the crux of his neck and shoulder; cookbook and quiches long since forgotten while your release rips through you.

“Now I do fully appreciate the suave nature of that line you just laid on your lady there, Barnes; but can the both of you move this to a more suitable room?”

“Yeah like literally ANY other room!” Steve chimes in staring at the two of you pink faced and bug eyed.

“But maybe bleach the countertops first.”

“I’m not letting them get off that easy, Tony.” Steve stands with his shoulders squared, a giant wall of muscle blocking the escape. “ James Buchanan Barnes! Agent! What the hell were you thinking? Engaging in…”

“Fucking seems more apt a word”

Steve presses on ignoring Tony’s interjection. “Being intimate in shared common spaces. Did you want to get caught?”

Perhaps it was the tingles of aftershocks still moving through you but you felt your pussy throb as Steve voiced aloud the very words about the situation you were in. Tony, ever the joyful observer of others misery, locks eyes with you. Whatever state of flushed you were went a shade darker at him noticing your state of rekindled arousal. There was something about being caught that just shot jolts straight to your core. You knew it was risky but that was half the fun. Now to have Steve calling you out on the very thing that turned you on really only amplified the situation between your legs.

“I mean anyone could have walked around the corner at any second to see Bucky and you.”

You can’t help but shift your thighs back and forth aching to get back to Bucky’s room and let him finish his earlier promise.

Tony raises and eyebrow before speaking. “I think they’ve had enough lecturing, Cap. But just think about how much worse it would have been if we came in any later.”

“Yeah yeah we get it,” Bucky comes to your rescue, placing his hand in the small of your back to nudge you back to his room. You quickly duck under Steve’s arm, out of the kitchen hoping Bucky is right behind you. You turn only to see Tony pull him aside, no doubt for one more talking to.

***

“Look, hear me out and try to remember I’m only saying this for your benefit as I’m obviously off the market,” Tony says to Bucky while wiggling his wedding band clad finger. “That girl has a thing and it’s a thing you need to look into.”

“A thing?” Skepticism clouds his voice.

“Obviously get her consent but I think you have a bit of an exhibitionist on your hands there Buckaroo.”

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“We’re gonna be late.”

You can’t help but laugh as he pushes you into the more discreet alley behind Pastimes; pinning you beneath his strong frame while he assaults your neck with wet kisses.

“Let them wait. I haven’t seen my girl all day.”

Nips and pecks turn to hot, open mouthed kiss and gasping embraces. His fingers quickly trace the cleft between thigh more needing places of yours. You mouth a silent thanks that you’d worn a skirt tonight.

“Bucky, we should go a bit further into the alley.”

“Should we?” His words might as well have been a growl. “Afraid we’ll get caught again, little one?”

He pulls your panties aside and presses into your wetness.

“I’d love it if Stevie came out looking for us and caught you stuffed with my fingers, mid-orgasm once more.”

There’s no hiding the tattletale clench of your walls and renewed gush of slick.

“Maybe he’d give you another lecture about proper conduct and soiling the good Avengers name. But you just can’t help it. You love me finger fucking you where anyone could see us. Don’t you?”

You’re certain he’d wanted to force your response but the sudden turn in your boyfriends demeanor was all too much for you. With his question and recent push of fingers inside your tight channel you’ve gone and cum; walls fluttering, eyes going shut, body tensing in Bucky’s arms.

“Holy shit, doll. Just from that?”

You nod sheepishly at him once the afterglow of your release sets in and you can think again.

“I can’t wait to see what else you can do, darling.” He kisses you gently on the forehead and then the lips before helping you get straightened up. “Now let’s go sing some karaoke.”

Bucky plops down across the booth next to Sam like nothing out of the ordinary just occured. You attempt to make conversation with Wanda but you find it hard to focus after Bucky’s little surprise. Your eyes wander and meet his across the booth. They glint playfully. Your gaze moves to his hand holding his drink. Two of the fingers are obviously coated in your slick. Noticing your gaze, he moves the finger up to his mouth and licks it clean. You let out an uncontrolled gasp.

“You okay there?” Tony says. You pry your eyes away from Bucky’s face you manage a nod. You refuse to look back at him, knowing full well he’s got the largest shit eating grin plastered on his face. Just this once you let him have it; he’s earned it.

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ellie-scribble · 5 years

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Ruin Me

A Bucky x Reader fic written for @littledarlinhavefaithinme‘s marvelous writing challenge. I had the prompt:

“Why aren’t you dating him/her?”

“Because I’d destroy him/her.”

“He’d/She’d be into that.”

Summary: You want Bucky Barnes to ruin you, and he wants to ruin you. You let your best friend Nat know this, and she tries her hardest to get you together. Some mutual pining and minor angst?

Warnings: Smut. That’s what this fic is. Language, I guess? Is thigh-riding a warning? Yeah, that’s it.

Word Count: 3441. oops. i went a little overboard

A/N: this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so I hope it’s alright. feedback would be great. if you want a playlist to listen to, I listened to this while writing it. the gif isn’t mine.

“Okay, okay. Barnes, Rogers, Wilson.”

You and your favorite Avenger, Nat, were currently playing fuck, marry, kill at 3 a.m. in her room. You had recently joined the Avengers and had become fast friends with this feisty redhead. You’d probably be into her- if it weren’t for your current obsession with another Avenger.

“Fuck Barnes, marry Rogers, and kill Wilson,” you respond, almost too quickly.

“Barnes, eh?”

Your cheeks redden slightly, but you don’t back down, “Have you seen those thighs? He could strangle me with them and I’d thank him.”

“Are you ever gonna do anything about that? It’s pretty clear that he’s into you too-”

“First of all, not true. Second of all, I don’t have the balls to do anything about it,” you reply. You and Bucky have had this thing going on. You would flirt back and forth all the time, you would sit by each other on movie nights, and you worked flawlessly together on missions. But whenever things got too serious, he would back off.

“This is coming from the person who told the leader at HYDRA to, and I quote, ‘suck my dick and choke on it, I’m a fucking avenger.’” Nat did have a point. During missions, you tended to have quite the filthy mouth. Steve may not have like Tony’s language, but boy did he hate yours.

“That’s different. I want him to literally ruin me, but if he doesn’t want to-”

“He does,” Nat interjected, “And I’m going to prove it to you.”

“Nat-,” you warned.

“Y/N, if you won’t do anything about your obsession with Bucky Barnes, I will. I know all about your freaky sex kinks-”

“They’re not that weird,” You try to interrupt.

“-And I will willingly play your wingwoman for Barnes,” she finished with a flourish. You sit back on the couch, pondering what this means. Will you finally get to fuck the super soldier who’s been haunting your dreams? To be completely honest with yourself, you had been hoping someone would do something to help your relationship with Bucky move along.

Thank god for redhead assassins.

Sam picked the movie of the night. Sam being Sam chose How to Train Your Dragon. When you arrived in the mini-theatre, almost everyone was there already. Sam was standing by the tv, fiddling with the cable box while Tony stood next to him, assumingly making sure he didn’t break anything. Steve and Wanda were setting up the usual snack table, complete with salty popcorn and tons of alcohol. Nat was seated next to Bucky on the loveseat and was talking softly to him. It seemed normal, but then you remembered the conversation you had had yesterday.

Oh shit.

When Nat saw you come in, she stood up and moved to sit next to Steve, opening up the seat next to Bucky. She knew what she was doing.

“Y/N, come sit by me.” Bucky waved you over, and you mentally prepared yourself for another night of teasing, with no real outcome. As soon as Clint arrived, the movie was started and opened up onto a dark island with Hiccup voice-over.

“You’ve seen this before, doll?” Bucky whispers in your ear. You almost shiver, like you usually do when he calls you that.

“Yeah, it came out like, 10 years ago. The third one is coming out soon,” you whisper in return. When you originally met Bucky, you had made it your goal to educate him on the most important things that had happened while he was gone. This meant many late nights spent with just him watching old Disney movies and reruns on the tv. How to Train Your Dragon was on the list of things for him to watch, but you were still working through movie musicals. Bucky’s favorite so far was Newsies, because of obvious reasons. He said that Steve was just like that Spot Conlon guy, except people weren’t afraid of him.

“I see. Was this on our watch list?” Bucky asks, scooting closer to you. Your thighs are touching. Just yesterday you were talking with Nat about how you’d love to ride those thighs into the sunset. Your face turned beet red at the thought and you coughed to cover up any noise you might have made. “You okay, doll?” Bucky asked, concern written all over his face. He placed his hand on your thigh, which only made you blush harder. You silently thanked Tony for the dark room.

“Yup. 100% okay. Couldn’t be okay-er.” That sounded normal. Way to go Y/N. Bucky turned back to watch the movie, but thankfully didn’t lift his hand from your leg.

For the rest of the movie, Bucky occasionally leaned over to whisper comments into your ear, but that was normal. By the end of it, you and Bucky were basically cuddling, which only made you more frustrated. Sexually and emotionally. The credits rolled and the lights were turned back on, which brought groans from everyone.

“Who’s up for some drinks?” Nat asks, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I’m gonna head to my room, I’m tired,” you say, knowing Nat has something planned. Clint nods along, and Tony and Wanda make their way out of the room as well.

“Come on, Y/N, it’ll be fun!” Now Nat was desperate. She wanted you to stay, and to be honest? You were terrified of what lengths she would do to get you and Bucky to get together by the end of the night. But, on the other hand, you were also terrified of what she would do if you didn’t get with him. So, you stayed.

“Fine, but only 2 drinks,” conceding to her plans. She gave you a wink and started to speak again.

“Alright, how about we play a little game? Truth or dare, huh?” Uh oh. She’s definitely got plans for you and Bucky.

“I don’t know if it’s changed from my time, but I’m in,” Steve says. He had no idea what was coming. Natasha smirked at his response, and he noticed. “Well you just have to tell the truth or do something, right?”

“Sure, Steve. Sure.” Sam was gonna torture Steve and Bucky. Those super soldiers may have been ready for anything on the battlefield, but drunk truth or dare with Nat? No fucking way.

“Alright, rules are as follows: you say truth, you gotta tell the truth, dare, you have to do it, and if you can’t, you drink. Got it?” We all reply a short ‘got it’ so that Nat is satisfied. “Alright, I’ll go first. Steve! Truth or dare?”

“Truth, I guess. I have nothing to hide.” That was a mistake.

“Okay, goody-two-shoes, who and when was your last good fuck?” Steve spit out the sip he had taken from his drink. He sat with his mouth open for a few seconds, then chugged his beer. It had no effect on him anyway.

“I am most definitely not answering that.” Steve’s face was bright red, which made you wonder what might have happened.

“So now we see where the game is headed, huh?” Bucky seemed unfazed by Nat’s question, and even looked eager for his turn.

“I guess it’s my turn then. Um, Sam. Truth or dare?”

Sam had no hesitation, “Dare.”

“I dare you to,” Steve started. He was spluttering. You could tell he was trying to think of something raunchy, as stated earlier. “Jump in the pool!”

You snorted. You didn’t want to laugh, because Steve looked so proud of himself, but then Natasha started laughing, so you let it loose. Pretty soon, the whole room was in shambles.

“What?” Steve asked. He looked so sad and confused, like a teddy bear.

“Jump in the pool? That’s the best you can do?” Sam laughed.

“I’d like to see you do any better!” Steve challenged.

“Fine. Y/N, if you could have anyone in here go down on you, who would you choose?” You had known Sam was going to ask a sexual question, but this one was a little too specific. You knew your answer right away, of course, but you made it look like you were thinking it through.

“Well, if I had to choose, I’d probably say Bucky,” you slowly get out, “That beard would probably feel amazing down there, and I’ve heard he was quite the ladies man back in the day.”

Bucky’s cheeks flushed, but he answered with a suave, “Well you’re not wrong. All the dames love me.” Bucky looked at Y/N and waggled his eyebrows.

Nat on the other hand just became more pissed, as it was obviously an opportunity for something more to blossom. She wanted things to move quicker. After more embarrassing truths and dares, it was your turn again.

“Alright, Y/N, your turn.”

“Okay, um. Nat, truth or dare?” You asked.

“You already know I’m picking dare,” replied Nat. She never refrained from doing even the most insane things. One time, when you all were very drunk, she had gone onto the roof and performed an old ballet routine. She was sloshed at the time, so it wasn’t very good, but it was fucking hilarious for the rest of the team.

“I dare you to show us some more of your so-called ‘dance moves’,” you say using finger quotes. Nat, never one to back down, does just this. Then, she sits down with an evil glint in her eye. You know what’s coming.

“Bucky, you know the drill.”

Bucky hesitates for a second, but then says a confident, “Dare.”

“I dare you,” Nat’s eye flitted to yours, then looked back to Bucky, “to kiss Y/N.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and you swore his cheeks were flushed. You looked into his blue eyes for a second, then your eyes darted to his lips. You saw him do the same, and in that moment you both saw what could be. You saw his smooth lips and thought of all the nights that could have been dates. You saw his eyes darken, and you thought of all the laughs, sweat, and tears you had shared. You saw his tongue wet his lips, and you thought of the long nights spent holding each other, and wishing for more. You wanted this more than anything, but a small part in the back of your mind kept screaming “This will change everything.” You wanted to lean in, but you were terrified. Not just of how this would shift your relationship with Bucky Barnes, but also of how he was processing this.

Luckily, some god had looked down on you, because he leaned in. As you got closer, your eyes fluttered shut. During the seconds that it took for your lips to touch, you were hyper aware of everything. The sound of the generators running. The lights flashing outside the Tower window. The feel of Bucky’s thigh against yours. And then, the taste of his lips.

Was it cliché to say that it felt like fireworks went off? Probably. But it still felt like that. He tasted of Asgardian liquor and salty popcorn from the movie. You kissed him for what felt like long hours and only mere seconds at the same time. When he finally pulled away, you couldn’t help but be disappointed.

You heard Steve cough, and then remembered that there were other people in the room. Nat had a smirk on her face, and looked very self-satisfied. Sam was in disbelief. Steve, on the other hand, kept coughing and looking away, a blush staining his cheeks.

You looked back to Bucky. He quickly looked away and cleared his throat. Did he not like it? Was it possible he truly only thought of you as a friend? You had always listened to Nat when she said that he liked you to, but even Natasha Romanoff is wrong occasionally. You cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna go.” You felt sick to your stomach. How had you not noticed? Obviously, Bucky wasn’t ready for a relationship, or at least not one with you. You drank the rest of your drink and left. You heard Nat start to complain, but your disappointment clouded over everything. You could feel tears surfacing, but you refused to let them fall. How could you have thought Bucky Barnes, former Winter Soldier, could have possibly liked you? You felt the walls closing in. The generators you heard before suddenly started to sputter out. The lights were blinding you. You had only had two drinks, but it felt like you had been drinking for days. You stumbled down the hallway towards your room.

Back in the living room, Nat was questioning Bucky.

“You like her, don’t you? You want to be with Y/N?”

“Well, yeah, I guess. But she would never-” he was cut off.

“If that kiss shows anything, she definitely would,” Nat replied. She wanted Bucky to realize that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“Yeah, man. I never thought someone would be into you, but I guess the ladies are into metal arms,” Sam imputed. Nat snorted at this, knowing that for you it was true.

“Why aren’t you dating her?”

“Because I would destroy her,” Bucky said, very seriously. He liked Y/N a lot, but he had a dark past. He was scared that he would hurt her, and told himself to stay away. He had loved her for a long time, but held those affections back in fear that she wouldn’t want them.

“She’d be into that,” Nat snarked. Steve choked on the drink he had just taken.

“I say just go for it, Buck. What’s the worst that could happen?” Steve suggested. Encouraged by Nat and Steve’s words, Bucky stood up and headed in the direction of your room.

As he was leaving, he could hear Nat’s voice yelling, “Don’t forget to use protection!” at him. Of course her mind went there.

The whole walk to your room, Bucky was second-guessing himself. What if you didn’t like him back? He had listened to Steve and Nat, but they could be wrong. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he had stopped in front of your door. He raised his arm to knock, and gathered the courage he needed.

You sat on your bed, flipping pages in a book. Your eyes scanned over the words, but you didn’t read a single one. All you could think of was him. A knock sounded at your door.. Maybe it was Nat here to offer her condolences. A small part of you hoped it was Bucky, but after how he reacted, you didn’t want to think about him. You opened the door, and your eyes met bright blue ones.

“Y/N-”

“Save it, Bucky. I know you don’t want anything from me. Just- just forget about it okay?” You were tired, and emotionally drained. You couldn’t deal with another rejection tonight. You started to close the door again, but Bucky’s metal arm stopped it.

“I don’t want to forget about it. The kiss,” Bucky stated. You were shocked. Your mouth was probably hanging open like a dead fish, but you had just heard the best words in your life. “I know you might not feel the same, but, I mean- well, if you wanted to-” You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. That firework feeling? It was nothing compared to what you felt now.

At first Bucky hesitated, not wanting to wake up if this was all a dream. After a second, he began to move his lips on yours.

You pulled Bucky into your room and shut the door. He grabbed you by the hips and shoved you against the wall. You mind was only slightly aware of the pain in your back, but it was ever so aware of the hard length pressing into your inner thigh. You groaned into Bucky’s mouth and ground yourself on him.

“Y/N,” Bucky groaned. He moved his lips from yours, panting heavily. You both took that second to breathe. You ran your hands down his muscular back, feeling every ridge. He latched his lips onto your neck. You threw your head back and distantly heard it hit the wall. All you could feel was Bucky. You knew this wasn’t going to be soft and gentle. You wanted Bucky to ruin you, and that’s what he was going to do. You felt him tugging on the hem of your shirt with his right hand, his left being used to hold you up. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, and as soon as it was off, he brought his lips back to yours.

Bucky started moving and shifted both of his hands to your thighs. You rested your arms on his shoulders. You pulled your head back from his and looked deep into the blue. He seemed to have a moment of clarity that cut through his lust blown pupils.

“Вы согласны с этим?” Do you want this?

Without thinking, Bucky had reverted to Russian. Luckily, you spoke the language.

“Да, Bucky. Я хочу этот. Я тебя хочу.” Yes, Bucky. I want this. I want you.

“Are you sure?” Ever the gentleman, you thought.

“Yes.” You looked up into his eyes, and for a moment it seemed like he was going to regret kissing you.

Then, his lips slammed into yours. They weren’t there for long, though. He trailed his lips down your chest and reached underneath you to unclasp your bra. As he pulled back, he stared in amazement at you.

“Doll, you are the finest dame I’ve ever seen.” You blush at his words and start to say something, but a gasp leaves your mouth instead when his mouth latches onto your nipple. You arch your back in an attempt to get more friction. Bucky chuckles at this. “Impatient there, are we?”

You whimper as an answer to his question. Thankfully, he puts his mouth back on you. He slowly begins to trail his kisses lower and lower, past your stomach until he reaches the band of your pajama pants. He looks at you, and the blue is almost disappeared from his eyes, darkened with lust. Lust that you created. Until this moment, you hadn’t really convinced yourself that Bucky really wanted you. But the way he looked at you like a dying man and you were his last meal, you knew. He drags your pants down your legs and you are left on the bed in only your panties. Suddenly, it hits you that he still has his goddamn shirt on.

“Take your fucking shirt off,” you say breathily. Bucky lets loose a low chuckle at your forwardness. He can’t say he’s not into it, though. He shucks his shirt off, then returns his face to the apex of your thighs.

You can feel his warm breath on your center. Which is soaked. He licks a stripe up you clothed core and you shudder.

“Bucky…” you trail off, “Don’t tease me.” At these words, he tears off your panties and dives in. He’s licking and sucking and you’re getting closer to an orgasm with each stroke of his tongue. He teases your entrance with his tongue, before entering you with a metal finger. You moan at the difference in temperature. His tongue attacks your clit while his hand finds that one spot that pleases you above all else. The noises you’re making are purely pornographic at this point, and Bucky loves it. You reach down, unable to keep your hands to yourself. Bucky groans when you pull his hair.

He adds another finger, and within a few moments, your orgasm is washing over you.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper. “That- that was amazing.”

“We’re not done yet.” Bucky knows exactly which buttons to press to get you responding.

“I sure hope not,” comes your snarky reply. You love how, even in these intimate moments, you and Bucky can still crack jokes.

You wrap your legs around his and flip Bucky onto his back. He groans as he hits the mattress. The sight of you in all of your naked glory above him is more than enough to make him come, but he holds it off. But then you grind yourself into his thigh, and he becomes the moaning mess.

Riding Bucky’s thigh had always been a fantasy of yours, and it was finally becoming a reality. You pressed your core harder into his leg, feeling every shift of his muscle against the fabric of his pants. It created a delicious friction, and you weren’t going to stop. Bucky was enjoying the sight of you writhing against him. He loved the view of you growing closer to your completion by using him as a sex toy. Pretty soon, you reach yet another orgasm, and Bucky takes over again.

He stands up and takes off his pants and boxers, and you can’t help but stare. Bucky Barnes is fucking hung. When he notices you staring, he winks and chuckles, “The serum affected everything, doll.”

He reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a condom. He rolls it on and lines himself up with you, his eyes silently asking for permission. You nod, and he slowly pushes himself in.

Now, you were by no means a virgin, but Bucky was so big that it felt like you were.

“Doll, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.” He buries himself to the hilt and stays unmoving, allowing you to adjust to his massive size. You are filled to the brim, and you finally understand why sex toys are made with veins and ridges. You can feel every inch of Bucky, and when he starts to move, you feel the friction that each ridge creates. You feel impossibly whole with Bucky inside you.

When Bucky begins to pick up the pace, the pleasure you felt is multiplied by tenfold. You already had two orgasms that night, and you were well on your way to a third. Bucky made you feel things like you never had before. You thought you had had good sex before, but it was nothing in comparison to this. As you neared your orgasm, you looked into Bucky’s eyes, and he was staring back at you. There was something so intimate about the act, so loving, that you came right then and there.

“Bucky!”

When Bucky felt your walls clench around him, he was done for. He came hard, just as you had.

“Y/N.”

Bucky thrusted a few more times, to ride out both of your orgasms. Then, he fell on top of you.

After a moment of silence, you groan.

“You’re heavy.”

“Well sorry that I’m tuckered out, doll,” Bucky chuckles. You knew he wasn’t really, that serum could keep him going all night, but you liked to think that you wore him out, even just a bit.

Bucky shifts over, and in doing so, slips out of you. You both groan at the loss. Bucky then stands up, ties off the condom, and throws it away. He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a wet towel to clean you up. When that is all done, he lays back down next to you, and draws you into his arms. You knew you needed to talk with Bucky, but that could wait until the morning. You don’t think you could talk coherently right now anyway. After all, Bucky Barnes had just ruined you.

A/N

alright folks that was it so far. if you enjoyed please let me know! my requests will be open because i want to write more, so drop one of those down. thanks babes!

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obscure-imagines · 6 years

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-being Sabrina’s friend

-you come to the house for a girls night

-meeting Ambrose in the kitchen

-he is just shooketh by your beauty immediately

-he makes you laugh and you end up just staying in the kitchen talking

-the other girls come to find you and stop in the doorway and just watch Ambrose flirting with you

-they manage to get you back to their girls night but when you go and Ambrose comes to ask Sabrina about you she gives him your number

-he’s afraid to message you at first because he can’t really go on dates with you, even though he wants to, he wants to take you places and spoil you but he can’t leave the house

-so you come over to visit Sabrina two more times before he makes a move

-he makes up some excuse like he’s a home body and would rather hang out with you at his place if you’re cool with it. you are cool with it so the next Friday you show up for movie night with him

-he’s super suave

-sitting next to each other and watching the movie

-getting closer until his arm is over your shoulders.

-you both start talking about the movie and end up pausing it

-you spend the entire night talking and laughing and cuddling until the sun comes up

-Sabrina and her aunts kind of freak when they see you the next morning in the kitchen as you leave and as soon as you’re gone Ambrose has to assure them that nothing happened

-after that movie night becomes tradition

-the cuddling is normal but its the third night before he actually kisses you

-its fireworks and after that you’re definitely a thing

-Sabrina freaking out about how cute you and Ambrose are

-she loves having you around so much

-him finally telling you about being a warlock and being confined to the grounds

-Ambrose just gushes about how much he loves you

-waking up next to this gorgeous man

-his smile

-he’s always smiling for you

-he piggy backs you around the grounds

-stealing his amazing clothes and robes

-wearing just his robe

-being caught by Sabrina wearing just his robe and you and Ambrose have to pretend everything is chill and you think you’ve gotten away with it but she confronts Ambrose about it later

-he just wants to see you smile

-this precious love bug needs some hugs and stability

-long hugs and cuddles

-he is so warm

-dancing together

-can this baby just please be happy? holy shit, is it too much to ask for?!

-morning voice all sexy and shit

-wearing his clothes. i mentioned it already but please though

-cuddling and he plays with your fingers

-he just has the prettiest smile, if you touch his lips he’ll playfully bite your fingers

-its just super playful

-can he call you kitten and you call him puppy cuz yes

-we all need a guy who can just pause during sex to laugh or smile or appreciate you

-yeah, i feel like he could go super slow and passionate or hella rough

-can he have a hair pulling kink

-that groan though

-intertwining fingers

-so many cuddles against his perfect chest

-tracing your fingers against his skin

-he’s a face grabber during kisses because yes please baby

-theres too much cuteness it makes his family gag even though they’re all super happy for him

-Hilda would adore you so much though, but it would become kind of too much, like her constantly knocking on Ambrose’s door to see if you want cookies or something to eat

-”how did you get to be so pretty?” -is this you saying it or him? we will never know, you’re both gorgeous

-he loves praise so much

-talking about philosphy

-him writing poetry about you

-i want to date him so bad

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shahedam · 6 years

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Queen of the South episode 8 & my “Godfather” feels

Ok so I rewatched it today....Some interesting things. I have watched a lot of gangster movies/tv shows and one of my favorite gangster movies of all time is Francis Ford Coppola’s The Godfather. In no particular order.

1. James is always prepared. He had a fire extinguisher y’all. He is a very intelligent man. But James the next time you are trying to put out a fire you aim at the base of the fire. I loved that he is a mature guy. He showed us that a man can be a gangster and a gentle man. My heart almost burst when he had the finger on the trigger and she said no, we will kill them all when the time is right. Who the hell does the sound track the music just has me in a mood. Like yes. For James he gives me Young Vito Corleone (DeNiro) feels.

2. Sherriff Mayo is a sad man. Remember his conversation with Teresa. He was beaten and bullied so much that it changed him into a sadist psycho.

3. Pecas is not a bad guy. He is a boss. He is the biggest narco in La Comision. He is trying to protect his spot. He sided with Boaz who disappeared so that connection to the Colombians went to Camilla so now he is working with Camilla who is supplying him with coke. He never wanted Teresa in Arizona and he tells her that at the meeting. Teresa wants the throne so she is going to have to get on some murder mami shit so it is what it is.

4. Taza. I like Taza. He seems like a good dude. He wants to build schools and hospitals. Too bad they can’t get the casino up and running. Vegas is like 4/5 hours away from Phoenix so I don’t know why they can’t get it poppin but whatever. Those cars were awesome. I liked that him and Pote led them down Death Highway.

5. Pote. Pote. Pote, if that is not a ride or die I don’t know what he is. He is a soldado. He is loyalty at its finest. I love Pote. Teresa and Pote have both been through a lot together. The bond that they have is awesome. At first when I watched the episode I was like wait a second Pote you done gave the green light and then the red light but as I watched it again and from feedback from other QOTS Jeresa fans, I realize that Pote was giving her his blessing. I see now that he needed to know what was up because it is important. I also realized that he has never witnessed how the two of them get down for real. I think in Chicago he saw it a little but he was kinda giving them the side eye but Guero was there...Pote was at the crib in the kitchen in Dallas mostly when they was on their day to day Bonnie and Clyde thing and when they bounced to Malta James wasn’t with them. He doesn’t know that before the sex these two were always risking their lives for each other?*%! He would die for you was what Teresa needed to hear just like James needed to hear that she didn’t regret sleeping with him. He gives me Clemenza feels...

6. Teresa. I am a little torn about how I felt about Teresa. She showed her grown ass woman side, sweetly checking both Pote and James for locking her in the cellar. But, I didn’t like that she laid out the plan at the reservation after so many of them were against her plans which ultimately led to one of the tribe losing their life because he snitched the whole damn plan, she could have just left it at the I just want to let y’all know that we just gonna get this money and that’s all this is, we appreciate y’all help. Ok Taza, back to what you were saying. Feel me. She up there talking about transporting coke, just doing too much. Then ok just 48 hours prior Pecas sent a sicario to your place of business, said sicario killed your delivery driver on your property, you carve his tattoo from his arm and Fed Ex the skin tag to Pecas with a dove (I peeped you jumping Pecas when that bird flew out the box), that wasn’t a peace offering that was a message, you didn’t stop there you even put a little note up in there. So fast forward to 48 hours from that delivery time stamp you actually sent your people over to negotiate some El Santo coke, I wasn’t surprised that he killed Tonto (RIP Tonto fly with the other silent sicarios, I don’t think I ever heard him talk except for when he busted Teresa in the mouth with the gun or was that The Charger. My bad I digress) Anyway. Teresa you shouldn’t have sent them to do that. Lil T need to be in the ICU right now, no offense Taza. I feel for that young girl. When James said she knew the risk I felt like I felt when he asked Teresa did you see what Batman hit you with I need to get me one of those. Too soon babe. Teresa was dead ass wrong for doing that I could see if it had been a couple of weeks ok maybe after Pecas got him some sweets (he love to eat) but nope that young girl might die and if she doesnt she has a Return to Sender tattoo on her back and that sucks. Uh duh. Michael Corleone feels. Everything from the tragic death of her first love to her rise to become the Queen.

7. Camilla. I just have to give a hand clap to who ever dresses Camilla because I love her style. Classy and always on point. Loved that black kimono. But forget all that jumping right into it, Camilla knows who the General is, but allowing him to record her that was sloppy. Also the whole conversation with Pecas had me nodding my head because she wants her money. She basically told him bitch better have my money. Isabella was lying then coming and trying to ask for help but I thought you said that you ain’t seen Kique, he wasn’t taking your calls (meanwhile you in dusty ass garages running up on Kique talking about mi amour, go sit yo fast ass down somewhere don’t you got some homework to do. Damn Isabella gets on my nerves). I think that they should have just killed both the young lovers and put us out of our misery that is Isabella. Kique was sad but, damn it, you sitting in a car in a dark ass garage and you didn’t have enough sense to have the doors locked I mean to me you was asking for it. So stupid. Then if General Cortez wasn’t going to kill you hell you gave him the idea telling him that he could kill you but that will not take your love away from Isabella, you out here giving the killer ideas...and then what took the entire cake was you bringing up Camilla playing him out. Cortez is a horrible person and a straight pedophile. I don’t like him. He was always checking Isabella out. Remember when Epifanio had to tell him to chill talking about her at her party. While I might not like Camilla’s ways she is still a boss. She still runs the south and she is about to be dealing with her crazy ass daughter who I wish Manuel son had killed but then Teresa wouldn’t have gotten the 10 million from Camilla and she wouldn’t have been able to pay El Santo and the little angel would have came back with Thanos to kill Teresa ass, that’s not his name but he was scary. I’m excited to see how she gets out of this thing with Cortez and Isabella because he has definitely played his hands since he didn’t kill Isabella when he showed her Kique’s body. Camilla gives me Don Vito Corleone (Brando) feels, the end is near for her but she is still running everything.

8. King George. Ok I love James. I love Pote. I like Teresa (see above). But like I really ride for George, he is like all your day 1s he just has your back. Again, Teresa is being extra sloppy. You start a war and you got dough. You need to tighten up on security for your whole squad that’s what a boss does. Nobody ran up on none of them when they was with Camilla because like Camilla said it’s her job (The boss) to keep them safe. Teresa killed the governor of Sinaloa and knew it was gonna be retaliation, stole Rocco’s girls, put a hit on someone Sherriff Mayo who survived said hit and all I see is that same little ass squad (no offense James and Pote) but there has to be some number that you can call and get you some killers, like the Continental Hotel or something for the cartels...George and Bilal should have had a squad with them not no whack ass phone call talking about be safe. Now I know George got his own thing going on but I’m just saying they snatched him. I guess that’s the friend in the cage. He’s my Santino “Sonny” Corleone feels. That is not a parallel or foreshadow of how I believe that King George’s character will play out on the series. Because I loved Sonny’s character like I love George. He is a mess but a beautiful mess. Remember when George shot his shot at Teresa...You can be my Pocahontas or I can be your Pocahontas...I would make you my queen if Rico Suave didn’t already have dibs. He called James Ken Kardashian. I can’t. I am hoping George AND Bilal survive...Until next time kiddos. Bless

#spoilers #james valdez #team james #teresa mendoza #james and teresa #queen of the south #qots season 3 #qotsedit

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chimmychanga1225 · 6 years

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It was 1 AM when I wrote this: A Spideypool Fanfic

Chapter 1 (?)

So this is one of my first fanfics on this site, so sorry if it’s not the best, but, regardless, I hope you enjoy. (Btw I’m not really sure if tumblr is a site for posting fanfics, but I guess we’ll see.) (also, I swear this isn’t how I usually write, but writing Deadpool into a fic is like welcoming the demolition of the fourth wall, so, yeah)

Warnings: Major fluff, some vulgar language, and some serious keyboard hijacking

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It was just your average bright cloudy day at the morgue when Peter started seeing dead people. Now you may ask yourself, is this man being portrayed by Bruce Willis, but, rest assured, this coroner was much more less bald than our DC universe older than middle aged sex fantasy, but we’ll get to that later.

No, Peter was probably one of the most brilliant minds in his field, if the field also included the requirement of building a scaled model version of the Death Star. And also a semi-decent Chewbacca impression. Geekdom aside, the guy was average, so he definitely probably didn’t deserve a red and white striped 1978 station wagon driving through the walls of his morgue.

As the dust cleared, the light revealed a half demolished wind shield with a few corpses chilling around the messed up room. The windshield wipers turned on for a moment to push away a dismembered shoulder, allowing Peter to have a better look at the driver.

Peter didn’t even have a moment to process what happened or who he had see when the originally dead man behind him jumped off the observation table, in his full naked glory, but still wearing his mask, somehow. “Jesus Christ”, Peter exclaimed tumbling to the ground.

“Close but not quite.”

“I don’t even need to be able to see to know you’re being stupid right now.”

“Lovely to see you too, Al. How’s the roomba working out for ya?”

“Are you always this much of a dick when you revive”, the lady responded. As Wade was about to respond, the previously forgotten coroner returned to their attention.

“Y-you’re supposed to be n-not alive”, Peter stuttered, making eye contact with the butt naked but ever sexy Wade W. Wilson.

“And who might you be”, Wade asked crouching down to the other man’s cowered form. “White jacket. Really awkward looking? You must be a coroner”, he said in a snobbish voice.

Peter felt himself finally come over the shock of the car crash and now finds himself having to deal with shock and trauma from the terrible movie reference. “Did you just quote Drac-“, Wade placed his hand over the other’s mouth.

“Wrong, fanfic sweet cheeks. But anyways, I gotta skiddadle”, and with that, the man, the myth, the legend merrily skipped his way to the semi-thrashed vehicle. Once reaching the driver’s side he leaned down to the barely visible woman who had been driving earlier. “Alright, short stack Sally, hand them over.”

With some grumbling and quiet curses, Blind Al digged out a wooden door stop and a metal rod along with a pair of... crocs? “Remind me to dip my hands in windex when I get home”, Al announced with disdain.

“Oh please, you know you love the after masturbation scent to them”, Wade coyly replied back. He walked over to the passenger side and opened - picked the lock to - the door. “Petal to the metal, Al. Let’s go!”

The car pulled out as quickly as it came in, showing all the damage the uncertified driver had made to the city. Even while assessing the damage, Peter couldn’t keep the man off his mind.

“Does he not want his liver back”, he asked himself mystified by how the walking talking crisis didn’t even notice.

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“Uugh”, Wade whined as he collapsed on his mysteriously stained couch. He looked over to the kitchen, disappointed to see the Blind Al didn’t have a reaction to his current crisis.

“UUUgh”, he complained slightly louder in hopes of getting her attention but still nothing.

“UUUUUuuuuuUuuuUuuuuUUUggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh”, he practically yelled.

“I’m not a dog, so why don’t you call me over instead of making some stupid ass whine”, Al said, already exhausted by the thought of the following conversation.

“You know, Al, I thought we had a real connection through that Craigslist Ad but, in all honesty, I’m feeling a little attacked right now.” Al gave a sigh of exasperation before making her way towards the overgrown child in red spandex.

“What’s wrong”, she asked, regretting the fact that his name was on the lease for their apartment.

“I can’t stop thinking about the bubble butt coroner from earlier. I left him my number but he hasn’t even texted me yet”, Wade whined looking at his heavily Hello Kitty decorated iPhone. Still nothing.

“When did you get the chance to give him your number?”

“I scratched it into my liver before I left”, Wade said casually picking at his finger nails.

“Maybe he didn’t notice.”

Wade’s persona did a complete 180, as he dropped his phone and threw off his crocs. He jumped to his suit, which was still riddled with holes and slashes from his last fight, and ran to his room. He exited an unrealistic minute later and grabbed his ammo bag.

“Don’t tell me your going to go kill him. He seemed okay”, Al said without much conviction.

“Not today, negative nelly. No, I’m going to go to him, with my unalderated feelings, raw and true, and ask him, sincerely, if he’d let me put it in his-“, Al put up a hand to stop him.

“I don’t need or want to know. Go do whatever and try not to die again. It’s getting annoying to pick you up all the time”.

“Okay, mom. I’ll hopefully return with bubble butt boy in hand or die a hero.”

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Peter’s feet dragged as he finally reached the enterance to his apartment. The day was wild from start to finish. And of course, Peter was blamed for losing a body. “Why do these things only happen to me”, he groaned placing the key into the lock.

Peter opened the door to his apartment and immediately went to the couch and collapsed, too tired to comprehend his surroundings. “This couch sucks”, Peter grumbled, making a mental note to invest in better furniture, after the million other things he has to pay off.

The couch laughed, shaking Peter slightly. “At least take me to dinner first”, the couch chuckled. Peter slowly came to, realizing that his couch was not talented enough to talk to him, or act so annoying if it did.

“I remember couches being a lot more quiet”, Peter said with a sly smile. He knew it wasn’t over between him and Bucky. Peter slid his arms around the man and hugging him tightly. “I’m sorry about before, I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. And I didn’t mean to ignore you either, it’s just that you’re always out with other people and I get worried.”

“Um”, the other began but Peter interrupted him. “Please let me get this out. I can barely manage to say it now”, Peter said, neck and cheeks burning. He was glad the other couldn’t see his face or else this would be even more embarrassing.

Peter took the man’s silence as a yes to his request. “I’m sorry for being so jealous and petty. I get now that you and Steve are just good friends and I’ll give you space if you need it. Just please don’t leave me”, Peter finished, giving the other a tighter hug at the end of it all.

“I love you too much to lose you”, Peter capped it all off. “I’ll prove it.”

The moment Peter was about to go down on him, Wade figured it was best to stop the kid before he did anything reckless. “Slow down there, hot shot. Didn’t you hear me earlier? Dinner first then the hanky panky. Or during dinner. Or pregame the dinner. I’m fine with either.”

“You”, was all Peter could exclaim, scrambling off the leather clad and unbelievably sexy hero mercenary.

“Me”, Wade said cheerfully, but, in reality, felt a lot of disappointment. Jokes aside, he really liked Bubble Butt boy. So much that he even broke into his apartment, like the suave heartbreaker he is. “I see that you’re kind of busy, so I guess I’ll be going now.”

Peter remained unmoving from his position in the couch, even as Wade began to get up. But just as soon as he left the couch, Peter reached out to grab Wade’s hand. “Stay... please.”

As much of a cold hearted killer that he was, Wade just couldn’t find it in him to say no to the boy sitting in front of him, trying his best not to cry. “Um, okay”, Wade said, miraculously not being annoying.

Wade sat back down, letting the other curl into his side. Peter let out shuddering breaths but refused to let out any tears. “Sooo.... exboyfriend problems?”

Peter laughed lightly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Wade frowned once more before putting on an award winning smile. “Well I know half of it can be resolved with some of Grandma Al’s macaroni cheese, going light on the cocaine, of course.”

“Cocaine? Damn your grandma was wild.”

“Oh she’s not my grandma. She’s my roomie. She is old, blind, and I’m pretty sure she is secretly in love with me.” Wade started digging through Peter’s pantry looking for anything pot like cooking thing to make the cheese heaven. “Grandma Wilson, on the other hand, was more of marijuana-macaroni type of gal. Oh Satan bless her soul, since she probably burning in hell with the rest of the Wilsons.”

Wade felt himself smile when he heard the other stifling laughs behind him. He was probably gonna get cursed by the bat shit crazy ghost of his long lost Grandma, but it was fine with him, if he got the bubble butt boy to laugh even for a moment. Speaking of bubble butt boy...

“Bubble Butt Boy, as much as I love alliteration, I need your real name to start working on our shipname.”

Peter blushed at the nickname, becoming a little more conscious of his butt than he was before. “I-I’m Peter. No, uh, Parker. Peter Parker. Like, together.”

“Of course you have an alliterating name, Jesus Christ, Stan, no one actually has names like this”, Wade yelled at the ceiling, confusing Peter further. When Wade faced the kid again, he gave him a toothy grin, which translated well through his mask. “‘Name’s Wade W. Wilson. Mercenary and certified love expert at your service.”

“Nice to meet you, mercenary and love expert Wade W. Wilson”, Peter said with a cheeky smile.

“Emphasis on the love expert. Now who’s the boy toy?”

Peter gave a sad sigh as he stood up from his spot on the couch. He glided over to Wade and gave him a small tap on the shoulder to get his attention. “The Kraft Mac and Cheese box is over here. Unfortunately, I’m fresh out of cocaine”.

There was a small pause before the younger continued. “And he wasn’t really my boy toy, but I was his.”

Wade had to bite his lips to stop himself from making a sarcastic comment and just listen. “His name is Bucky and he’s actually a really nice guy. It was kind of my fault we broke up. I mean, he was always really lax and let me do what I wanted, but I felt like he didn’t really care what I did. And when I started getting worried about him or jealous over the amount of time he was hanging out with his friends, he would always get mad.“

“I- at one point I thought he was cheating on me so I followed him out. Before he even got past a block I was caught by him and he hadn’t talk to me or even seen me since.” Peter was crying now, regretting who’s he acted and how jealous he was of Bucky’s and Steve’s relationship. “I j-just want t-to say I’m s-sorry”, he barely pushed the words through his lips before his crying took over him.

Wade walked over, Macaroni made in a nice Adventure time themed cup (which he totally wanted to steal) and led the crying boy back to the couch. “Don’t you worry your little bubble butt over him, Parker. He doesn’t deserve you affection and you don’t deserve all the stuff he put you through. And that’s my verdict.”

“But-“

“Sorry, baby boy, but it can’t be changed. Love expert, remember?” Peter laughed and rolled his eyes, which were still a little red, but mostly tear-less.

“You know, I don’t think I have ever met a love expert that was so modest”, Peter said gesturing to the Wade’s apparel. I don’t think I even got a chance to see your face...”, Peter trailed off, raising his hand toward the mask.

Just as his hand slipped under it a bit - allowing him to feel the damaged skin - Wade jerked back so much he fell off the couch. “I know I’ve made you dinner, but, Peter, you have to be delicate with me”, Wade said jokingly, but his heart was pounding and he was sweating under all the leather.

“I have to protect my innocence”, Wade said continuing with the joke, but eventually stood up from the ground and grabbed a blanket over on the other side of the room. He came back to Peter and put the blanket on him but made no move to sit back down. “I’ll check in on you later, Parker. So don’t do anything stupid”, Wade lectured and just like that he hopped out Peter’s window.

“What the fuck”, Peter exclaimed running over to the ledge, but it was too dark to see the ground. He only heard a quiet “watch your language young man” before he headed back to the couch smiling broader than ever.

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neokollection · 7 years

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Tender Tending - Taeil

Bartender!AU

A/N: I was really in a Doyoung mood- And I’m sorry, but broad-shouldered bartender DY has me weak in the knees- Him in one of those aprons- Anywho, it became Taeil... There’s no real plot... Just awkward mutual attraction that develops. fckme in the ass for that title

Word Count: 1.7K

ㅡ Genre: Awkward Fluff

ㅡ Teaser: Coworkers can be friends, right? Your new senior shows you the ropes in an attempt to become closer- Who would have imagined just how close he wanted to be...?

The blaring melody had his ears ringing, his head throbbing with each thud of the heavy bass. His vision was reeling as the strobing lights illuminated the mess before him. His ears perked as he heard the all-too-familiar shrill sound of glass shattering.

“…Taeil-”

He placed the glass he was cleaning upon the counter, glancing down at the shimmering shards of glass at his feet. He offered you a gentle smile, tossing the rag he held over his broad shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured hastily, dropping to your knees.

“Don’t,” he began, kneeling before you, one of his warm hands colliding with your own as he advised you against plucking the gleaming shards from the dusty concrete-flooring. Your gaze settled upon his forearms, his golden skin exposed as he rolled up his sleeves hastily.

“Hey!”

Taeil’s gaze momentarily flitted to the counter.

“Take care of the customers,” he directed, opening one of the cabinets in search of the small dust-pan and brush the bar kept stored.

Awkwardly, you shot back to your feet, meeting the gaze of the probing customer.

“Y-Yes?”

“What can we help you with, sir?” Taeil interjected, standing as he fiddled with closing the cabinet before him, unable to find what he was in search of.

The man sighed audibly as he leant against the counter

“Can I just have some water?”

You offered the man a kind smile, hurriedly reaching for a glass.

“Twenty minutes,” Taeil informed, resuming his task of cleaning several glasses.

To be exact, the two of you had twenty-two minutes and fourteen seconds until your shifts ended. It felt too soon. You enjoyed your work, although you had only been a bartender for several days- You found it befitting, unknowingly looking forward to each long night of work due to your interest in your coworker.

“Yo!”

You jolted from the sudden holler sounding behind you, glancing over your shoulder. He stood tall, the snug grey dress-shirt exposing his collar as the first several buttons were left undone. His apron hung lazily along his lithe hips, threatening to cascade to the floor.

“Johnny? What are you doing here?”

Taeil wore an expression of bewilderment, once again tossing his rag over his shoulder.

“I came early-”

“That’s not like you,” Taeil muttered, snatching the glass of water you had only moments earlier put before the man whom requested it, whom had now seemingly vanished.

“Dude,” Johnny began, quirking a brow as he inspected his coworker’s expression, “You look like shit-”

“I feel like shit-” Taeil chided to himself quietly, his gaze momentarily flitting to your features strewn together in worry.

“You must be (Y/n)!” Johnny exclaimed, offering you a hand.

With your peripheral vision, you had noticed an influx of women to the bar counter, their gazes fixated on the suave man before you.

“Why are you here early?” Taeil inquired, interrupting.

“I was bored.”

A quiet chuckle escaped you at his admirable honestly.

“You can go though, I’ll take over,” Johnny beamed in response to Taeil.

Taeil’s lips parted momentarily, as if he had something he wanted to say, yet couldn’t. His warm gaze met your own once more before a sheepish smile graced his soft lips.

“That’s okay- I’ll stay and help out.”

The tall man saddled beside you, grinning down at you suddenly.

“It’s our first time working together, newbie-” he mused, “We should put in shifts next week to work together-”

“You and Taeyong are the reason ladies come here,” Taeil interjected, grinning wickedly, “We couldn’t do that- It’d be bad for business if the dynamic duo were a no-show.”

“She’s pretty cute,” Johnny jabbed, elbowing you gently as he reached for a glass, “I’m sure she could pull a crowd.”

You felt your cheeks flush, lowering your gaze as you tried to hide your grin.

“Johnny! Where’s Taeyong?!”

“I came here early!” Johnny informed, leaning across the counter to wink at a gawking woman.

You assumed she must be familiar with the staff. She must be one of the women that frequents the nightclub.

You noticed Taeil beckon to you from the other end of the bar, obediently striding toward him curiously.

“I’m making ‘Sex on The Beach’-” he hollered, the speakers seemingly louder.

“S-Sex?”

He chuckled at your confounded gaze, “Sex on The Beach” he informed, emphasizing the last part louder before glancing at the trio of women propped against the bar, they gaze transfixed on his hands. You watched as he poured one-part vodka over the ice, barely batting a lash as he skillfully poured the glasses in a row, the women jeering for more. His adept hands made quick work, skillfully drenching the ice in the glasses in a coat of orange and cranberry juice.

“Do you remember where I told you the fruit slices were?” he prodded.

“Uh- Yes!”

“What do you think would suit this?”

You pursed your lips in thought, feeling both his gaze and the women’s upon you.

“Orange?”

He gave you a gentle nod, softly grinning in pride as his pupil adapted to follow his guidance.

“Taeil!” Johnny hollered, “It’s three minutes past your shift now- You can go-”

Taeil gave Johnny a nod of acknowledgment, turning his gaze to you once more as he set the garnished drinks before the women.

“Taeyong’s not here yet…” Taeil murmured.

Taeyong was the one who was supposed to relieve you of duty for the night, just as Johnny had done for Taeil. He felt inclined to stay with you, his lips pursing in slight irritation at the thought of his newbie coworker working overtime.

“I’ll take your place until he arrives,” Taeil confessed.

“N-No! You should get some rest- You didn’t seem to be feeling well earlier…”

Silently, he ran a hand through his tresses before slinking through the door behind the bar. He was itching for a smoke, wanting to get his mind off the irritation he was feeling and have his thoughts to himself. Swiftly, he removed his apron, tossing it in his locker before shoving his necessities in his pockets.

The back door of the club creaked obnoxiously as he opened it. He fumbled to wrench the pack of cigarettes from the back-pocket of his slacks, fishing his lighter out next.

The sky was obsidian, vast and black, soft hues of gold radiating off the towering skyscrapers and glowing city. There were no stars in sight, only several planets that seemed to be brilliantly shining stars. His vision was clouded as he removed the cigarette from his lips, a wispy trail of smoke escaping into the night. Taeil lowered his gaze from the sky, instead focusing on the neon embers that left the ashes of his cigarette with each flick. Quick steps caught his attention.

“Ass,” Taeil murmured quietly as Taeyong rushed past him, the door once again creaking ominously.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself boyishly. It had been the first time he was ever relieved before you; usually, Johnny was the one late. He had never gotten the opportunity to see you after work or walk you home. You were always gone before he had the chance to even remove his smock.

He would have to put out his cigarette soon, he thought to himself, taking his last drag.

You burst through the door, adjusting the strap of your bag.

Taeil sputtered, coughing suddenly.

“You surprised me,” he managed, attempting to clear his throat as he dropped the butt of the cigarette to the wet cement, stepping on it.

“Those things will kill you,” you retorted, tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder as he muffled a cough once more.

He smiled at your words, nodding in agreement.

“You shouldn’t smoke,” he began.

“...Why are you still here?”

Your question was met with silence, his lips parting before closing once more as he rethought his reply; your gaze awkwardly darting around in an attempt to relieve the stifling silence.

“I- Uh… I was waiting for you…”

“Me?”

You struggled to clear your throat as well, noticing your voice had cracked suddenly.

“Yeah…” his voice trailed off, his conscious clawing at him to ignore his intentions before he embarrassed himself.

“Could I walk you home?”

Your mind took only a moment to register his words, your lips stretching into a divine smile. You brought your hand up to your lips to hide your excitement.

There was a gap between the two of you upon the sidewalk, an awkward no-man’s land that neither one of you mustered the courage to invade.

“Do you like working at the club?”

“Yeah…”

The night breeze seemed to mock the silence that followed your reply, rustling the leaves and litter upon the streets.

“I like working with you,” you piped up, fiddling with the strap of your satchel once more.

“Me too-”

Taeil suddenly chuckled to himself, glancing up at the moon. Your gaze traced along his profile, swooning at the sight of his defined jaw.

“I’ve actually wanted to do this each night,” he confessed, slowing his steps.

“Walk with me?”

He hummed, before suddenly breaking out into a flustered chuckle once again.

“I must look lame, right?”

“No! I wanted to spend more time with you as well-”

“Then you’re a coward too,” he mused, his airy laugh setting your heart alight.

“A coward?!”

You closed the gap between the two of you, elbowing him sharply.

“You should have told me,” he beamed, “We’d probably already be dating by now-”

You scoffed at his haughty attitude in an attempt to quell your throbbing heart.

“Taeil,” you called out softly, your sudden change in demeanor making him slow, his expression perplexed.

“I’d like to get to know you better,” you admitted shyly.

“Is that code for you’d like to go on a date?”

He grinned, his teasing nature stunning you.

“I know a really cool club we can go to,” he began, “I work there actually-”

You broke into a fit of giggles, knowing he was in fact referring to the very place the two of you had just left. Already, you had spent ten minutes together after work and you were seeing another side of his- You were excited to uncover the rest of him, intent on understanding the sweet but quiet coworker.

“Yes, you can take me on a date, anywhere but there.”

#yea idk #welp #here it is #taeil #moon taeil #nct #nct scenario #nct imagine #nct fluff #nct taeil #taeil scenario #taeil imagine #taeil fluff #moon taeil fluff #moon taeil scenario

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devilraised-blog · 7 years

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HELLO, HELLO, HELLO ! i’m ale and i’m casually just dead inside FLKDSF like, i have been sitting here watching hemlock grove for two days now ( don’t @ me for his last name i was inspired ) while eating kit kats, which might as well get this intro done while i do it ! so let’s get this show on the road then, lemme introduce you to lucian godfrey, a high class piece of shit. if you wanna plot, just hit that lil heart button and i’ll come to you or you’re welcome to come to me !

☾ —— have you met lucian godfrey, the twenty-seven year old cismale that looks a lot like dominic sherwood? he has been in the syndicate as a robber for three years now and is known around as the crimson, because he is debonair & nonchalant, as well as bellicose & morbid. not just a gang banger, zero is also a mechanic.

information.

lucian grew up in a very interesting situation. his mother, a wonderful woman full of love that wished to raise her son to be the same, had married a man who would bring nothing but destruction to her life. he had been wonderful to her at the beginning, giving her a son she had always wanted and a family she had never had. never been given love in her life, she chased it and held onto it, even if it wasn’t good for her. she believed him to be good, with all of her heart she believed it.

in the end of it, he wasn’t and it still didn’t deter her away from him. his mother had soon realized after the birth of her son that her now husband was a monster. she realized it, but had never done anything about it. he would come back and tell her he loved her, tell their son he loved him. as time went on, she wasn’t sure if he was capable of love. wanting to raise her son to be compassionate and kind, full of love--- the exact opposite of what her husband was and it started out that way.

lucian was a happy child, full of light and love, dichromatic hues shining brightly. it made his mother’s chest fill with hope that her son wouldn’t turn out like his father. she shielded him from the abuse, let herself take all the hits, let herself take his rage away from him. even if all his rage was directed at the young boy, wanting to know why he wasn’t strong, why he was so weak. that wasn’t his son, his line would be better than that.

the only way to make sure that happened, was to remove his mother from the equation and that’s what he did. killed her in cold blood thinking he would get away from it, he didn’t and he was sentenced to life in prison. but, lucian had gotten the short end of the stick. being alone in the world without his parents, his father being what he hated most, vowing he would never turn into him. vowing that he would make sure his mother would be remembered.

nothing ever turns out at is seems though. after her death and his sentencing, lucian was sent to live with his grandmother. but, the boy that was sent to live there wasn’t the boy who had left his childhood home. he was filled with rage and hatred towards his father and guilt when it came to his mother. the rage had overtaken him though, flooding his body until it was all he could think about. vowing that he wouldn’t be his father, that he wouldn’t be a monster. but rage overtakes someone, especially in lucian’s case.

following in his footsteps without even understanding it, at the age of fourteen, lucian had joined his first gang. instantly liking the unity it gave him to others, feeling like he finally had a family again. he was raised up from then on out to be cruel, taught how to hold a gun, how to fire, how to kill. the years after was where he earned his codename, ZERO. giving no victim time to say their goodbyes, lucian didn’t hesitate when it came to pulling a trigger. what he didn’t understand, so focused on his negative emotions, was that he was becoming his father.

the one thing he never wanted and finally, when he turned eighteen, he was busted. thrown into jail for being an accomplice to murder ( which one honestly ) and gang banging. lucian had spent five and a half years in prison, getting let out when he was twenty-three for good behavior. even if his behavior wasn’t anything close to being good, but he had connections on the outside and inside. one being his father, a fact he didn’t know.

a little while after he got out of prison, he ended up joining the syndicate as a robber because of his very trigger happy finger, not afraid to get his hands dirty as he had been doing for a long time. while being in the gang, he also works as a mechanic. enjoys working with his hands, even if he’s fantastic from far away, he’s also very nimble with his fingers.

along with that, it was recently that he had received a letter from his father, telling him how proud he is to see him in the gang life, that he was following in his footsteps and that has really shaken lucian. memories flooding back and bringing out a very ruthless side of him because he never wanted to be his father and now here he is.

SMALL TIDBITS ! he doesn’t love easily, especially now, afraid he’ll love someone to death like his father. he drinks and smokes a ton. loves the concept of death ? finds it very fascinating. he’s bisexual, loves any type of fucking with whoever is willing. is very good with a gun and essentially killing people. likes chocolate a lot, a good way to bribe him. he can be very physically affectionate when the time is right. most likely ! has a daddy kink don’t @ me !

personality.

lucian is not the best person in the whole world. before, what used to be a sweet, caring, kindhearted boy just looking for a little brightness in his life was completely taken over by this cruel, calculating, and cold person. he’s someone who get angry and real angry, reddening face with fists clenched and jaw tight angry. when he’s angry, there’s nothing that can stand in his way, he’ll tear you down bit by bit until he has what he wants. it makes him an excellent interrogator. he’s also known, despite his anger to be very calm. he’s not someone who’s necessarily fazed by anything, but if he doesn’t like something he’s going to be blunt about it. lucian is a charmer, he’ll use his words and suaveness to get things and manipulate people. he can be quite sarcastic, likes to joke more than anything unless you make him mad, get under people’s skin. and deep down, the bright boy is still there, but he’s definitely not coming out any time soon, he has a heart, but he hates showing it even if that would make him unlike his father--- he can’t escape him.

connections.

i need an ex for him tbh ? he’s not so into love, so this person would have meant a great deal to him.

def . .. ... want a cellmate from his time in prison. just a really good bond that the two have and they’ve just always had each other’s backs.

a best friend tbh ? bc that would be adorable and fantastic.

a ride or die ? partner in crime type sort of thing ? which can be taken quite literally. someone who sticks with his ass and the two either ride together or they die together.

any kind of hook-up, fling, fwb ? i’m def a sucker for these types of plots and since lucian doesn’t care much for relationships deeper than sex, he’d probs have a lot of these.

a cuddle buddy bc i’m a fucking sucker for sweet plots like this ? just cuddly and affectionate.

maybe a confidant of some kind ? someone that lucian can oddly trust and he doesn’t have a problem with it ? it can totally be some secret thing that no one knows they’re that close.

old friends from the old gang ? or even from school when they were younger. and it can kinda be an awkward thing or like i can’t believe we both ended up in this kinda thing.

hate fucks or enemies with benefits ? the two can’t fucking stand looking at each other unless it’s in the bedroom. and as much as they can’t stand each other, they can’t ignore the attraction.

a love/hate . . . like i’m so weak for these types of connections. bc they end up getting into so many arguments, but then get protective like i can only be mean to them wtf ?

good influence and a bad influence, the former being someone being one on lucian and the latter would be lucian influencing them to let that darker side out.

smth based off THIS ? where like this person tries to connect with lucian .. .but it doesn’t work and they keep doing their best and he keeps ignoring them

gIVE ME ANY NEGATIVE PLOT like rivals or enemies or annoyances or frenemies ? just to add some angst bc every char needs angst. plus .. . these are my fav types of plots tbh.

also anY OTHER PLOT U WANT like maybe will they/won’t they, a family connection somehow ? or an unrequited crush of some kind ? or someone who comes into his shop regularly bc their car is shit ?

#mon:intro #⟨ / / 𝑴𝑼𝑵 ▬ OOC : 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒. ⟩#abuse tw #idk love me nd this baby LKFJDS he needs it

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The Killer Must Kill Again (1975) (AKA L'assassino è costretto ad uccidere ancora, The Dark is Death’s Friend, The Spider)

Directed by Luigi Cozzi

Screenplay by Luigi Cozzi and Daniele Del Giudice

Story by Luigi Cozzi and Daniele Del Giudice

Dialogue by Adriano Bolzoni

Based on the novel Al mare con la ragazza by Giorgio Scerbanenco.

Music by Nando De Luca

Country: Italy, France

Running Time: 86 minutes

CAST

George Hilton (Jorge Hill Acosta y Lara) as Giorgio Mainardi

Antoine Saint-John as The Killer Who Must Kill Again

Cristina Galbó as Laura

Alessio Orano as Luca

Femi Benussi as The Unfortunate ‘70s Blonde Stereotype

Eduardo Fajardo as The Inspector

Tere Velázquez as Norma Mainardi

The Killer Must Kill Again is a not exactly thrilling giallo in which a botched murder plot ruins a young couple’s romantic antics. There’s a bit more to it than that, but not much more. Lumped in with giallo by finer minds than mine, The Killer Must Kill Again lacks pretty much all of the defining characteristics of a giallo apart from sleaziness, murder and, uh, George Hilton. It’s either a crime thriller with an excess of unpleasantness or a very weak giallo. The strongest case for it being a giallo is the lurid yellow interior décor of the main couple Giorgio and Norma Mainardi; an architectural symphony in custard.

As well as having frightful taste, Giorgio (George Hilton) and Norma (Tere Velázquez) squabble from the moment the movie starts; Norma has the money and Giorgio has the affairs but Norma’s had enough of his alleycatting, so she’s cutting Giorgio’s cash flow off. Giorgio petulantly strops off to see one of his lady friends, unfortunately she is out when he phones. Giorgio’s cogs start whirring when he spies a killer (Antoine Saint-John) dumping a body in a river. Despite Giorgio being stood in full view in a fully lit phone booth in the black of night-time the killer does not notice him. Ignoring this indicator of the killer’s efficiency Giorgio strikes up a deal; if the killer kills the missus for cash Giorgio will keep schtumm. After all, how can the two be connected? The perfect crime! Soon Norma is in the killer’s trunk, but the killer’s car is stolen by a young couple, Luca and Laura (Alessio Orano and Cristina Galbó) as a prank. The thrill-killer pursues the thrill-seekers while Giorgio tries to avoid The Inspector (Eduardo Fajardo) figuring things out, despite the fact Giorgio himself has no idea what the hell is going on.

This is not a bad plot; there’s plenty of scope for suspense, unfortunately The Killer Must Kill Again is too erratic to fulfil the promise of its premise. Cozzi flawlessly displays a kind of anti-skill when it comes to pacing and suspense. The pacing fares worst with far too much of the runtime engaged in the killer trundling impotently in the wake of the two kids. These two seem be accompanied by a soundtrack from a 1970s hairspray advert and a complete lack of common sense. Luca is almost too horny to function in polite society and Laura is just irritating and whiny; ideally we should spend as little time as possible with these two charmers, but…we don’t. Luckily for Cozzi, Antoine Saint-John is good value as the killer, blessed as he is with a face that lends itself to the part. Giallo regular George Hilton basically answers the phone a lot and displays all the emotion of someone wondering if they let the cat out that morning. Which means either “Giorgio” is a good actor, or George is a bad actor; if you see what I mean. Eduardo Fajardo as The Inspector has to fill his time mostly by sitting in front of a map, asking Giorgio if the kidnappers have called and preparing a ransom no one has called for. I don’t know what movie The Inspector thinks he’s in, but apparently he was told it involved a ransom and by God he’ll get that ransom. He was probably also hoping his movie would have a better sense of pacing. I know I was. As for suspense, there is some; but it feels accidental. Still, beggars can’t be choosers and the bit in the beach house is quite taut. And I could have done without the sledgehammer subtlety of editing the rape and the consensual sex act together. I mean, could it be any more on the nose? No.

However, partially in it’s defence, the copy I watched was dubbed (which I hate; subtitles 4ever) and looked like it was being viewed through a thin film of mud. Neither of which are the movie’s fault. Maybe subtitles and a crisper print might ameliorate some of the tedium. And, frankly, I think the budget for The Killer Must Kill Again was a bit sparse. Actually, it’s obvious the production was a bit cash-strapped. There is fantastic bit of filmic frugality at a toll booth when the image freezes on a longshot, irises in on a tiny car next to a booth, and an unconvincing voiceover runs: “Have you seen two young people in a car?” “No, sir, I’m Afraid I haven’t.” “Okay, thanks.” Then the film starts running again. This would be merely funny, but it happens twice (twice!) which bumps it up to hilarious. It reminded me of Michael Bentine’s Potty Time (ITV, 1973 – 1980), which, admittedley, isn’t something many giallo can claim.

The Killer Must Kill Again also reminded me how awful the 1970s were. I think we’re supposed to sympathise with Luca and Laura, but it’s 2019 not 1975 so that becomes quite difficult. She’s such a shrinking violet and he’s such a boorish pig, it’s startling to see what was accepted as “cheeky” behaviour back then. Maybe there are still places where its acceptable for men to browbeat their girlfriend into reluctantly exposing her boobs to distract a gas station attendant? Parts of Cleckheaton, maybe? And while Laura is left alone in a decrepit beach house, Luca wanders off for some eats, but ends up banging a dizzy blond stereotype as thanks for his fixing her car. Even better, even more suave, even more saucily, sexsationally ‘70s, Luca drives back with the empty-headed cipher with the aim of cajoling Laura into a threesome. Events violently take the wind out of his engorged sails, obviously; but he’s still a bit of a priapic shit, yeah? And after the horror has ended there’s a lovely bit where The Inspector dismisses the couple saying they’ve suffered enough; given the disparity of their experiences at this point this seem more than a little brusque. Particularly for Laura.

The Killer Must Kill Again isn’t an entirely terrible way to kill time, but as giallo go it’s a bit mediocre. It does accidentally luck into some suspense, particularly near the end when things get gritty in the beach house, and there is a satisfying finale when The Inspector shows he’s not as daft as you look. It isn’t terribly stylish or fetishistic so The Killer Must Kill Again is probably more valuable as a historical artefact of attitudes best left in the past than as an example of a giallo. But giallo fans gotta giallo, so if you’re into giallo take a look see.

#The Killer Must Kill Again #L'assassino è costretto ad uccidere ancora #The Dark is Death's Friend #The Spider #Movies #Giallo #1975 #The 1970s #Luigi Cozzi #George Hilton #Cristina Galbó #Italy #France #Alessio Orano #Antoine Saint-John

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Mr. Fixit met his match Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Summary: Suave, charming the man every woman wants and every man wants to be like. That is till he meets his match.

Setting: AU Lawrence, Kansas

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Dean x Lisa, Sam x Jess, Mary x John

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Lisa Braden, Ben Braden (later) Bobby Singer, (possible Rowena, Jodi Mills, Donna Hanscum)

Warnings: Name calling, body issues, self-hatred, smut (later), unprotected sex, fighting, yelling, disappointment (father/son), past indiscretions, cursing

Setting: Lawrence, Kansas. First couple of chapters are set in between 2005 and 2008.

Notes: Originally @smoothdogsgirl asked for a request using the song The Fix by Nelly, the idea kinda took off from the song and has grown into a monster which is all Dean’s fault I might add. So there will be more than one part to this little ditty.

Note on the story: for those who like Lisa Braden I’m sorry, I liked her as well in the show but she fit better for what I have in mind to come. Also while we know in the show John was the best father he could be with Mary gone, I’ve changed a few things up. He’s a better father with Mary but there were some rocky things that happened in the past when they were first married.

Tag List:

Forever:@winters-buck @angryschnauzer @feelmyroarrrr @fandommaniacx @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @aquabrie @marvel-lucy @supernaturallymarvellous

Supernatural: @smoothdogsgirl @ruprecht0420 @policeofficerdean @vougebandit @hell-bound-angel @aprofoundbondwithdean

Mr. Fixit tag list: @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian

Mr. Fixit match his match Masterlist

Not believing your luck or lack thereof at being in the same town, no knowing his very family for the last five years and to think all those years ago your editor and boss demanded that you set out to destroy his life. You hadn’t thought twice about rejecting the assignment, hadn’t started your career to destroy someone else and you’d been damn sure not gonna start then. In the long run it’s what got you fired and reduced to this small town away from everyone in Topeka. No one but Castiel new of your past, not having the balls to tell anyone, not that it would or should make much of a difference. But you’d decided to keep certain things a secret. Cas knew because he’d managed to worm his way passed your defenses, trusting someone for the first time in a long time.

Now however you wonder, while sitting in the Blue plate diner, breakfast menu and coffee hardly touched, eyes staring out into the murky morning. Storm clouds rolling in from the south promising rain and a dreary day, much like your thoughts. You had no reason to worry, it’s not like you wrote that article. No that’s been Lisa’s pleasure taking someone apart piece by piece; butchering their lives for profit and you’d always thought some sick amusement.

“Weather ain’t gonna change no matter how hard you stare at it babe,” slightly rough female voice sounded to your right.

Head snapping around to stare up at Jodi, who’s smiling down at you, “Willing it to turn with the power of my mind.”

“You’re a goof,” is her answering words while taking the booth opposite. “Gonna tell me what has you in such deep thoughts?”

“It’s nothing Jodi, just lost in my own mind for a moment to long is all,” smiling to dispel the thoughts you’d been having and to reassure Jodi, “What’s for breakfast?”

Sensing there’s more to the subject than you’re willing to admit to, Jodi files that little nugget away for later. “Usual, stack of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, side of fruit and a biscuit?”

“You know me so well mama bear,” you cooed patting her hand affectionately.

Watching as she walked off, short brown hair tossed a bit by the door breeze signaling someone new has entered. Not bothering to look around at the newcomer instead focusing on the chipped baby blue Formica topped table and the laundry list of things you had to get done.

“Shame such a pretty girl to be eating alone,” whiskey roughened voice stated of the man sliding into the booth side Jodi just left.

Scowling, “What’d ya want Crowley I’m in no mood for your shit today.”

“How you wound me pet and here I thought we could be besties,” tipping his top lip up in a smug smirk, chocolate brown orbs watching your every move.

“Maybe when hell freezes over,” an unlady like snort issued from you while glaring daggers at the English man. “So I ask again what’d want?”

“Feisty, just how I like my women,” giving you a wink before glancing around. His eyes came back to settle on you making you wonder what’s going on in his twisted mind. “I have a proposition for you love one that could benefit us both.”

“I’ve had my quota of dating snakes thank you very much so the answers no,” arms crossed you send another glare his way that could peel paint off a wall.

Never one to judge people by how others speak of them, you’ve always waited and figured them out on your own. Having given Crowley the benefit of the doubt when first meeting, almost five years ago now, you knew better having had a few run ins with the Englishman. His dealings whether it be through his business as owner of one of the biggest garages, besides Winchester and son, in the area or personal favors and deals Crowley can't be trusted. You’d seen that with your own two eyes and wouldn’t be going down that pothole infested road ever.

“You may want to rethink your tone pet, one never knows when you might need a friend,” his oily smile giving you the need to go take a long hot shower, scrubbing with bleach to disinfect.

“What exactly are you talking about Crowley?”

Dark eyes flicking up towards the entryway, quickly filling with disgust then gone, replaced by a smug smile as he refocuses on you. “In due time, all will be revealed till then think about having a five figure bank account, job security and a better life.”

Soft growl leaves your lips. “If you think I’d come to work for you, your even crazier than I thought.”

Tsking, shaking his head, “You say that now love but give it time you might see things my way soon.”

“Your ways the highway Crowley now get to steppin’ before you ruin her appetite,” very seldom had you heard the harshness in Jodi’s voice till now, as she sets your breakfast down.

Slipping out of the booth he gives her the once over, “Don’t worry I was just leaving wouldn’t want to eat anything from this rat infested place anyway.” Turning his eyes back to you, “Think on what I said love it could be very beneficial for you.”

“Nothing good ever came from knowing you Crowley,” deep male voice stated from behind you, back going ramrod straight at the menacing tone.

“You would know right Winchester? Worked for then burned me by leaving, taking my costumers with you,” anger simmering in his tone while stepping up to Dean.

Smug smirk pulling at those full lips, “Can’t help they wanted perfection and not deception. Once you have a Winchester you never go back.”

Couldn’t help the eye roll you gave at Dean's words, this guy sure is full of himself, you think while sipping cold coffee.

“All right take your testosterone filled selves outside there’s no fighting on my diner,” Jodi yelled snapping her towel at both men, her own angry scowl gracing her features.

Sitting quietly during the whole exchange, wondering how much Dean, if any, had overheard. You couldn’t afford to lose your job it paid when your journalism career didn’t. Not to mention you loved working for Mary and John they’d become family when your own didn’t exist any longer.

“Slumming it are we?” Dean asked sliding into the booth, giving you a gimlet look while silently accepting the cup of black coffee Jodi sat before him.

Crossing your arms your own glare in place, “What’s it to you Winchester?” venom lacing your tone.

“You happen to be an employee sweetheart it doesn’t look good to be talking with the competition,” he returned features having settled into a neutral expression.

Snorting, turning your gaze to a breakfast that’s cooled by now, “Again none of your business.” Looking up to see him staring at you with an unreadable expression on his handsome face, you tip your head to the side, “Something crawl up your ass?”

Leaning forward, voice low and laced with contempt, “Listen here Benedict Arnold you work for me and faster than you can snap those little fingers of yours I can have you fired.”

“John Winchester hired me asshole not you,” you growl pushing your plate away, pulling your wallet out and landing a twenty down before sliding from the booth. Raking him with a sneer plastered on your lips, “Mind your own damn business and quit ear hustling.”

With that said, you storm out of the diner gaining a few stares on the way out. “What’d you say to her, Dean?” demanded Jodi, who walked over right as you left.

“Nothing,” he spat raising as well, mind turning over what just happened trying to cool his temper.

“Sure didn’t look like nothing to me,” shaking her head while tsking under her breath about how you didn’t eat. “Been back in town just a few days and already stirring up trouble.”

Raking a hand through his light brown hair, muttering to himself, “Would've been better to stay gone.”

“And how’s that working out for ya Dean?” having heard his muttering. Dean goes to answer but Jodi comes back at him with more, “Not too well huh? This town, it’s people have changed and forgotten what happened. Not like many truly cared beyond the gossip, only ones been hurtin’ is your family and you, Dean. Instead of lashing out at folks why not take a step back and try to mend some fences instead,” giving him a sympathetic smile before walking off.

Watching her go, Dean knows in the back of his mind Jodi’s right, lashing out like he had wasn’t the answer. However, coming into the diner and seeing you sitting with Crowley raised his hackles. Bringing back memories of a different time, different woman and a whole nother set of issues he didn’t want to examine in the light of day or at any time truly. But he couldn’t, shouldn’t compare you to her not when he doesn’t know you from Adam. Taking a breath, claiming his anger, Dean left the Blue plate heading for the garage to apologize for his attitude.

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Trying to cool your own anger, having peeled out of the parking lot headed towards work, you have every intention of telling John what happened. Stupid’s never been your deal, crazy hell yes, but not stupid. Not when much more hung in the balance than just your job.

Pulling your car to a stop, taking a couple of deep breaths before getting out, purse slung over your shoulder, a purposeful stride to your step. Barely acknowledging Benny’s good morning, or the frown forming on Bobby’s lips, your focus solely on the big man himself, John Winchester.

Feet propped on the edge of his desk, cup of coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other, he doesn’t bat an eye when you walk in, door slamming shut behind you. “Mornin’ sweetheart, what’s crawled up your butt this early?”

Pacing, fingers picking at the small fuzz balls on your soft heather grey sweater, lip caught between your teeth wondering how exactly you should approach the subject. “You know I’d never leave you right?”

Brow lifts as the newspaper drops in half backwards to rich brown eyes staring straight into your soul. “Yeah, now what exactly is this about Y/N?” all playfulness gone from his demeanor as John put his coffee down.

“Your jackass of a son for one,” the words coming out in a huff as you pause and lock eyes with the eldest Winchester.

Puzzled, he sits forward in the high back leather computer chair, “I thought you and Sam…”

Waving him off, “Not Sam, who’s a sweetie FYI,” color flooding your cheeks as anger returns and you spit out, “Dean.”

Even more confused than before, John raises to come and stand before you, “What about Dean? You don’t even know him.”

“I know his kind,” you mutter low enough that John doesn’t catch your words. “He’s an ass, barges into other people’s business when it’s not asked of him. Thinking he has rights when he’s been absence for so long.” Starting to pace again, missing the frown marring his features as he watches your steps.

“Stop pacing before you wear a rut in my floor Y/N,” there’s a command to his tone that has you pausing and looking up at him. “Start from the beginning and explain.”

For the next ten minutes you break down everything that happened at the diner, leaving nothing out. Fingers tapping out a soft rhythm against your leg that your foot takes up, a nervous habit you’ve had all your life.

“So he wants to pouch one of my best employees now and not just the costumers he’s already taken,” shaking his head, he runs a callused hand through his hair letting it rest on the back of his neck. “You didn’t have to tell me this. But I’m guessing you’re afraid Dean would say something and you’d be tossed out on your ass.”

“Not exactly John,” starting to pace again. You seen the dark shadows under see his eyes, the rumpled black Carhartt over shirt, the weariness in his posture, so much is already riding on his shoulders you curse yourself for adding more. “I’m mean yeah that’s part of the reason, but the biggest fact is I didn’t want to keep that from you. Knowing Crowley’s out for the garage,” pausing you look back up at him. “You protect family no matter the cost; I mean I’m not implying we’re family, more friends but still…”

“Y/N,” voice stern to catch your attention, “you’re babbling.”

Giving him a sheepish grin, bringing your bottom lip in to chew at, “Sorry.”

Chuckling, “S’okay sweetheart,” sobering his stare piercing you, searching before speaking again. “You’re wrong.”

It’s your turn to be puzzled, “About?”

“You’re family kid just as much as Bobby or Benny. You’ve seen us through more shit than I’d care to discuss and yet stood by us,” unexpectedly he brings you in for a tight hug.

Which you return, resting your head on his chest, “Thank you John you don’t know how much that means to me,” emotions clog your voice making it quiver. Pulling back, after returning the embrace, “What about Crowley?”

He did have some idea, back ground check and all, but right now that’s not the pressing topic. “We’ll deal with him Y/N, for right now put him and his slimy offer out of your mind.”

“Will do boss man,” giving him a smile before turning to leave. “Best get to my post before the whole place falls apart,” you toss over your shoulder while walking out hearing the deep booming laughter of Johns. Smile fading when you see who’s standing at the door, “Winchester,” comes out on a growl as you make to pass him.

“Have a minute?” Dean looks from you to his father and back again.

“For you,” raking him with a scathing look, “I don’t even have a second,” pushing passed the wall of muscle blocking your way out. It doesn’t budge even a fraction of an inch.

“Listen cut the crap sweet cheeks I’m trying to apologize here,” arm coming out to impede your journey as you try to side step him.

Cutting your eyes at him, “You can take your apology and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine Winchester,” forcefully pushing his arm and body out of the way. “And stop calling me those ridiculous nicknames; I have a name use it. Better yet don’t speak to me at all, don’t look at me, nothing just pretend I’m not here and we’ll be good. Because that’s how I’m gonna treat you.” With that said you twirl around, your H/C tossed over your shoulder, booted feet making noise as you leave both men behind.

Both John and Dean are left standing there watching as you walk towards the receiving desk to get things set out for the morning rush, along with brewing two pots of coffee and tiding up the waiting area. Dean didn’t know if he should be elated, offered or turned on right then as very few women could withstand his charms.

Whistling low, “Someone sure put a bee in her bonnet this morning,” grimacing, Bobby came to stand before both men. “Would hate to be on the receiving end of her tongue lashing, but wait you already have Dean,” chuckling the older man patted him on the shoulder. “Give it time she might thaw towards ya boy.”

Snorting John turned to go back into his office, “You know Y/N better than that Bobby, she still holds a grudge against Gab for that stupid trick he pulled on her a few years back.”

Dean’s always loved a challenge and you’ve just become his next one.

#Mr. Fixit met his match #Dean Winchester x Reader #Dean x Reader #Dean x Y/N #Dean x You #Supernatural Fiction #Dean Winchester fiction

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Once In A Lifetime Chapter 14 Good Friends, Good Times

Melissa's POV

Opening night was here and I was nervous. Seth had to finish something at work but promised to be there. He also asked if a few friends could come. I was all for it as I would have my friends there as well. I knew this type of bar wouldn't be his scene. But he was going to be there supporting me. It meant the world to me. Everything took off great and the bar was packed Everyone including my friends, were having a great time. Everyone that was but me. Everything was perfect, except Seth wasn't there. It had been a couple hours since it opened and Seth still wasn't there. I was becoming slightly worried. I was sitting with my friends in the VIP section when Cindy said as she noticed my demeanor, "He'll be here."

"I hope so." I said, softly.

I looked at my friends as they were laughing and having a good time. But I wasn't. Just then, I felt two hands more over my shoulders and across my chest. I looked up over my shoulder and saw Seth's smiling face. I smiled. "You made it!"

I quickly moved out of my chair and kissed him. "I said I would be, didn't I." He said to me.

I hugged him as I was so happy to have him there. When I pulled away, I noticed he had a few people with him. He quickly went to introduce us. "Lissa, these are my friends Mila, Alex, and Mike. Everyone this is Lissa."

I quickly said hi and I knew exactly who they were. Mila then said, "Wow, you are a lot prettier in person. How did Seth ever snag you?"

Seth quickly said, "Ha, ha."

I moved an arm around him and moved my other hand up his chest. I looked up at him then back at her. "What can I say, between his charms, looks, and suave personality, what was not to love. Plus, he knows how to keep a girl, well, quite happy." I gave a little sexy grin.

I looked over at Seth and his face looked flushed. I just silently laughed. Then Mila smiled. "I like her, Seth. Keep her. She fits in well with us."

I chuckled. Seth still seemed slightly flushed but gave a small smile. I then introduced them to my friends and asked them to join us. We all did as I sat next to Seth. I took his hand and intertwined our fingers. I leaned into him. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

He shook his head. "I think I was just thrown off." Then he looked at his friends. "But I think you threw them off as well."

I looked at the group and slightly chuckled. "Why is that?"

"Cause." He said with a slight smile. "Girls, I've dated before, would get mad if someone joked about our sex life. They have seen it happen first hand. But you, you are not afraid to be the one to do it. I think they are not use to that. I am barely getting use to it."

"Well, I told you, Seth. I'm not like those other girls." I just smirked.

He let of of my hand and moved an arm around her. "Nah, baby. You are definitely different. Better."

The night kept going and we had a blast. Opening night of my bar was a huge success. I also had a blast with Seth's friends. After sometime, I snuck away and went outside. I got out to the back parking lot. First time I had a breather. I needed it. I was happy but I didn't get to bask in the moment as everything was fast pace in there. So, I stepped outside to slow down. To take in the moment. I walked over to my truck and leaned against it. I took a deep breath in and let it out. Just then, Seth stepped outside. "There you are. Why are you out here?"

I smiled. "I needed a breather. I needed it to slow down for a moment. So, I could take it in."

Seth walked over to me and put his hands on my waist. "A little overwhelming?" He asked.

I shook my head. "More like the aftermath, the moment of basking in it all. Was overwhelming before but now I am relieved, happy." Then I moved my hands to his shoulders. "Kinda like how we first were when we first started dating and we felt overwhelmed all the time cause we had a lot of pent up sexual frustration." He only nodded and I moved closer to him as I leaned into him, moving in so our lips were closer together as I continued as my tone became more seductive. "Then we finally took each other and..." I gave him a small, sexy moan and I saw his breathing hitch. God, I was turning him on. "Remember how it felt afterwards, the calm, the happy feeling." I pulled my lips back as I wanted to tease him. "Kinda how I feel now with all this."

He narrowed his eyes at me as I grinned at him. "You know, you are an evil woman."

"What do you ever mean, Seth?" I asked, coyly.

"You know what you are doing? And it's torture." He then grind his erection into me and I gasped slightly. He smirked as he was getting me back. "Don't you feel what you do to me?"

God, damn it, he turned the tables on me. I wasn't happy about it. He knew it as he continued to smirk. He knew I wasn't. He leaned into my lips and I breathed, "I hate you."

"No, you don't." He said against my lips. "You just hate what I can do to you but then again, you love it."

He then took my lips and kissed me, deeply. He moved his arms around me and his hands moved up my back. His tongue slid into my mouth and I moaned. I moved my arms around his neck. Then I heard Mike say, "I swear, they are now stuck like that."

We broke the kiss as everyone laughed. Seth seemly was embarrassed. I went to move but Seth, discreetly, stopped me. I looked at him and I noticed he was discreetly trying to button up his jacket. He was trying to hid the massive hard on he had. Then I looked at the group and cracked back, "Mike, don't be jealous cause he is actually getting him some as you are in a dry spell cause you pissed your girlfriend off." When I noticed Seth was situated, I moved away. "Maybe you should ask him what it's like to get laid on a regular since that is not happening for you."

Everyone laughed again and Lucas said in laughter, "Oh, man, she dogged you."

Mike just pushed him. He has nothing to say but was unhappy with my comeback. "So, what's up?" I asked the group.

"Getting late, we thought it be time to head home." Amy said.

"Ah, I guess we should get going." Then I looked at Seth's friends. "It was nice to meet ya'll."

Mila said with a smile, "You too."

Then Alex added, "It's nice to meet a girl Seth is with who isn't uptight and rolls with the punches."

"Well, I'm from the South. With our humor, you're either laughing your ass off or cringing. So, I think nothing shocks me." I said with a smile.

Mila looked at Seth cracked, "About damn time, Seth. All these other girls couldn't hang with us. Finally got it right with this one." I beamed. Then she said, "By the way, I love you accent."

"Thank you." Then I looked at Seth. "I love your friends." He smiled at me. Then I quickly said his friends, "Oh, I am having a get together at my house tomorrow. There will be food, drinks, and just us shooting the shit. Ya'll are more then welcome to come. It's kinda a way to celebrate the work I put into this place. My way of saying, I did it."

Seth put his arm around me from behind and said, sweetly, "And it's amazing, Lissa. You did a great job, babe."

I smiled back at him and then looked at his friends. "What do you say?"

Mike Henry quickly said, "I heard food so I am in."

Seth and I laughed. Then Mila said, "Well, I will have to talk to Ashton, but since there will be food there, so I am pretty sure you can count us in as well."

Alex said, happily, "I'm in."

"Great." I was excited. Then I heard Lucas complain to Cindy, "When are we going?"

"That's my cue to go since I am their ride." I turned to Seth. "See you soon."

"Your place?" He asked.

I nodded then gave him a small peck. I went to turn to walk away but stopped and turned back to him as realization hit me. "Shit, I forgot." Seth looked at me. "My dad flew back in tonight as he will be checking the books tomorrow and inventory. It was a last minute decision."

Seth seemed to be confused what I was getting at. Cindy noticed. "In other words, she doesn't want you to crash at her place as she doesn't want to chance that her dad will hear you two banging." She blurted out.

My eyes widened and I moved my face in my hands as I groaned. Then I looked at her as everyone was laughing. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What?" She really didn't understand why her bluntness would upset me.

"Are you dence?" I asked her. Then I turned to the group, I noticed Seth was blushing again. I said to them, "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Peter Griffin if he was a woman, skinnier, and hotter." As I gestured to Cindy.

Everyone laughed again but Cindy seemed confused. "I don't get it." She said to me. This only made everyone laugh harder.

"Hey, babe. I think there is a version of that on our show. And I think she fits that character more anyways." Seth said, laughing.

I knew who he was talking about. "Jillian!" Then turned to Cindy. "You're Jillian."

Cindy finally caught on as everyone was laughing. "Hey!"

Everyone finally calmed. Then Seth asked, "My place then?"

I nodded. "I'll be there as soon as I drop dumb and dumber off."

As I went in and gave Seth a kiss, I heard Cindy say, "Um...Lissa, you need to see this."

I rolled my eyes as I moved away from Seth. "Wha..."I started to ask when I looked over and my voice trailed off. I saw what she was looking at. I was in shock as I looked over to a familiar face and he was smiling at me. Tears quickly built up and streamed down my face. "Oh my god, Max!" I almost yelled out. I quickly ran over to him and hugged him tightly as I cried in happiness.

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Seth's POV

Without explanation, my girlfriend ran into some strange guy's arms. I didn't know what to think. I looked at my friends as they didn't know what to think as well. Mila asked, "Seth, who is that?"

I shrugged. "I have no clue."

Then Cindy quickly said, "That is Max, Lissa's kid brother. He has been in Afghanistan the last nine months. I guess he's back now."

I then remembered that Lissa mentioned she had a brother who was deployed. I watched as she talked with him and I saw her look back at us as she was talking to him. Then she looked back at him and gestured our way. She started to move towards us as he followed. Then her friends went over to him as they welcomed him back. Then she grabbed him and walked him towards me. "Max, this is Seth. My boyfriend." Max eyed her as she continued, "Seth, this is my kid brother, Max."

I held out my hand as he took it and shook it. He had a strong grip. Lissa wasn't kidding when she said he could hurt me if I hurt her. "Nice to met you, Seth." He gave me a genuine smile.

"Nice to met you too. And welcome home." I said, sincerely.

He let go of my hand. "Thanks." Then he looked at Lissa, "So, you and Seth MacFarlane, huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Do not start, Max." She warned.

"Or what?" He dared as he grinned.

"Remember, I'm older." She told him.

"And I'm bigger." He walked up to her to tower her.

She stepped up to him and narrowed her eyes. "And I'm meaner." Max didn't step down. He just seemed amused. Then she said, "And remember, I don't fight fair."

I seen his expression change and he stepped back, like a dog with his tail tucked. I was amused at how such a small girl made such a big guy to back down like that. She chuckled to herself. Then she introduced him to my friends. We talked for a few minutes. Then Lissa said, "I have to go and get them home." She motioned to Lucas and Cindy. "I guess, I'll see you at the house." She was talking to Max.

I felt a pang of disappointment as I realized I probably won't stay the night with her. "No, dad got us a hotel." He told her. Then he frowned, "Apparently, you two are not really talking."

She exhaled and rolled her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it." Then she turned to him. "But is he really going to stay in a hotel then with his daughter, free of charge."

Max just shrugged. "You know how stubborn he can get. He's like a stubborn ox. Remember how mom would always yell that at him."

She nodded as she smiled at the memory. "Oh, you just a stubborn, old ox, Ralph!" She attempted to imitate. The siblings laughed.

Then they calmed and he said, "I have to go. Dad is waiting on me. We plan on getting a very late dinner. I'll see you tomorrow, sis." He hugged her and turned to the group. "And it was very nice to meet ya'll."

We said our goodbyes to the man and he left. I quickly walked up to her and asked in a hush tone, "So, what's the game plan?"

"Original plan. My place and be prepared for a very little sleep."

I grinned at her. "I can't wait, love."

We finally parted ways. As she got her friends home and I got mine. Once I did, I rushed to her house. She got me turned on in the parking lot earlier and I needed her, bad. I pulled up and saw her truck there. She was home, thank god. I quickly got out of my car and rushed inside the house. I went to her room to find her undressing. I grinned as I couldn't think of it as more perfect timing. I walked over to her and put my arms around her midsection. I quickly began to kiss her neck. She leaned against me and asked with a grin, "What do you think you are doing, Seth?"

"Finishing what you started in the parking lot." I smirked into her neck.

She yawned. "I'm tired, Seth." I looked over at her and see a smirk on her face. I knew she was playing hard to get.

I quickly picked her up in a bridal carry and she let out a small scream as she was surprised by it. I walked over to the bed and dropped her on it. She giggled. I quickly undressed and moved over on her. "Love, it's cruel to turn someone on and leave them hanging."

"You did it to me for weeks." She reminded me.

She was grinning. She wanted to give me hell. I didn't say anything. I just kissed her, hard. She quickly pushed me off of of her and I was on my back as she straddled me. It turned me on how she took charge. She and I quickly removed the remaining clothes she had on her. We kept touching and kissing. She broke the kiss and sat up on me. She looked at me as I looked up at her. She reached down and grabbed my shaft. She positioned herself and lowered herself on me. I watched her gasped at the feel of me and closed her eyes. She doesn't move for a moment. She finally opened her eyes and she looked down at me. She slowly started to move on top of me. My hands moved up her thighs to her hips. I grabbed a hold of her hips as she moved on top of me. Her hands moved on top of my hands and she gripped them as she continued to ride me. I looked at my woman as I was going for the ride of my life.

We made love twice, then sleep took us. I slept and I woke up a little breathless. I had an erotic dream. So erotic, I was excited. I laid back in bed and groaned a little. Then I looked over at the sleeping woman next to me. I moved over to her as she back was to me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me. I began to kiss her neck and started to grind myself against her. My hands go to her breast and massage them. She doesn't react for a moment. But as I continued, I hear her breathing change. Then I felt her move her ass against me. Her hands go to mine that are on her breast. Then she moaned out. "Seth." She breathed out.

She wanted more. I moved my lips to her ear. "Get on your hands and knees."

I saw her smile and bite her lip. Jesus, that was hot. She moved out of my arms and did as I told her. I got up on my knees and got behind her. I grabbed her hips as I positioned myself. I pushed into her and quickly moved inside her. She had her face in a pillow which muffled her moans. I just kept moving and in no time we were both on the verge. I closed my eyes as I pumped into her. Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door and I instantly stopped as my eyes snapped open I don't move from behind her as I had planned to going back at it. I asked, "Expecting anyone?"

She propped herself up and said, slightly confused, "No."

Then Cindy's voice came from the other end. "Hey, bitch!" I rolled my eyes. "Rise and shine. Get your ass out of bed. We got to start preparing everything for the barbecue"

I saw her look at the clock and tried to move away from me as she mumbled, "Shit."

I gripped her hips tightly to keep her close and bent over as to get closer to her ear. I almost growled, "I'm not done with you."

I can tell this turned her on more as she looked back at me with a smirk and bit her lip. Then I sat up and made slow, shallow movements in her to keep her turned on. I yelled at the door, "She is a bit busy at the moment. I promise, I won't take much longer." I grinned at this point.

I heard Lissa giggle. "Oh my god, I didn't need to know that." I heard Cindy say from the other side.

I didn't know if she moved away from the door or not. I didn't care. I wasted no time pounding into Lissa. She moaned out as I set out to finished what I started. I kept moving as to set the pace. We quickly were back at it, all hot and heavy. I moved a hand up her back, to her hair. I took a hand full of her hair. I pulled it gently. She moaned out in pleasure. I bent over to her as I kept moving. "Does it feel good, baby?"

"Yes!" She hissed.

I moved my other hand to the bed as to hold me steady. My movements only went faster. "What do you want?"

She moaned out, then breathed out, "I want to come. I want to feel you come."

I grinned as I only found this hot. I let go of her hair and moved my arm around her waist. "Tell me how good I feel baby." I wasn't normally into this, but this was turning me on.

"So good." She breathed.

"No, I want to know, what makes you feel good." I wanted to hear her.

"Your cock." Then she moaned out loudly. We both were so close. "Your cock feels so good."

I again smirked. God, I was close. And getting her to talk like that, made me almost lose it. "Are you close, baby?" I breathed into her ear.

"Yes!" She moaned out. I kept moving inside her. God, I was close too.

"Do you want to come for me, baby?" I asked her.

"Yes, please, Seth. I want to come so bad. Please, make me come." She begged.

God, how much that turned me on. "Your wish is my command." I almost whispered.

I moved back up and gripped her hips. I began to plow into her, harder and faster. She moaned out, loudly. I wouldn't be surprise if her friends heard her. But I didn't care at this point. I kept moving inside her as I groaned out. I felt so close. She moaned again. "Please, Seth!"

God, I didn't stop. I wanted it. I began to breath rapidly as I was feeling the pleasure build up. Then she moaned out, "Oh, god, Seth!" And I felt her come around me.

I lose it. I grunted, loudly as I came as well. In no time, we both settled as I stopped moving. I moved my hand up her back and bent back over. I then whispered in her ear, "Jesus, baby, that was hot."

She then smirked. "That it was. I didn't know you were into talking dirty."

"I'm not. Not usually. Just was in the moment. But god was it hot." I only said.

I then moved out of her and laid in the bed. She moved to her side and relaxed as she looked at me. "It was hot." She smiled at me.

"I think your friends might have heard us." I said with a smile.

"And?" She said with a grin. "They probably know what real pleasure sounds like now." She joked.

I laughed then I moved to my side as I looked at her. I looked down her body, then moved my hand to her hip as I moved my hand up the side of her body. "God, you are beautiful." I looked at her in her eyes. "I just can't believe how lucky I am. I can't believe I am so lucky to have you as mine."

She smiled at me and moved closer to me. Our lips were inches away as she said, softly, "I am yours. And baby, I am the lucky one."

I smiled into her lips and took them. We kissed for a moment and I moved closer to her as I moved my arm around her. She quickly broke the kiss and pushed my arm away. "No, sir. No starting another round. I have to get out there and start everything up. I need to shower and get going."

I smiled in amusement but went in for another kiss. She pushed me away as she knew what I was trying to do. She quickly moved out of bed as I watched her. She was beautiful and she was mine. I didn't understand why but I was happy to have her. She got into the shower and I quickly joined her. We took a quick shower and dressed, we finally emerged from the room, both of us prepared for the jokes as we both knew they had to had heard us. We walked into the kitchen as she found the group already preparing for the barbecue. Cindy looked at us and smirked, "So, you two were able to pull away from one another to join us?"

I grinned. Lissa said to her friend, "Well, what can I say, I thought we should show our faces."

"Sounded like you two were having..fun." Her smirked got bigger. Yeah, they heard us.

"What can I say, I'm just that good." I quickly cracked.

Cindy looked at me a bit shocked by the joke as I usually got embarrassed talking about my sex life and they knew it. Then Lissa walked over to her and put an arm around her waist. She said, almost softly, "The things that man does to me...mmmm. Can't help it but yell out in pleasure."

Cindy groaned in disgust and Lissa and I laughed. Then Cindy said to Lucas, "Maybe you should ask Seth for a few pointers."

"Hey!" He only said.

Everyone laughed again. Lissa quickly went to help. Then Cindy looked at me as she was cutting up the vegetables. "I was surprise to hear your voice coming from behind the other side of the door. Usually Lissa is quick to tell me to buzz off, not you." Yeah, wasn’t the first time Cindy interrupted us.

I moved over to the counter and sat on one of the bar stools next to Lucas. "I was in the middle of something and well, was about to finish, if you know what I mean." Cindy just cringed, and I smiled. "When you came knocking. And when you pointed out she was late, she wanted to stop. Now, as any man can tell you, you cannot do that."

"No, shit. That's painful." Lucas added.

I smiled again. "So, I told you to buzz off as I was going to finish what I started."

Cindy looked over to Lissa. "Seth's really fitting in with us. I think we corrupted him."

Lissa looked at me as she smiled. "Nah, he has that side of him. He just had to get comfortable with you guys to let it out."

I was okay with talking about sex and making jokes about sex. Even don't mind my friends cracking jokes about my sex life. But talking about my sex life, I became a little shy about that. If I did an interview and someone joked about the fact I should be getting more tail with my success, I would laugh and get flustered. I didn't like talking about my sex life to just anyone. But I got use to Lissa's friends and how they were. They cracked on each other about their sex lives and well, were very open about it. I hated it at first that Lissa's friends were always cracking jokes about our sex life. But Lissa would always hit them back with their own crack. She knew I wasn't shy about a lot of things but knew that was the one thing I was shy about. So, she was quick to take the focus off me when they did. She knew how to handle them as I was getting use to them. But now, I have, I was quick to let the jokes fly. Which they welcomed, I finally didn't feel like an outsider. I looked over at Lissa as she was smiling at me. I knew she was happy I was becoming more apart of the group.

A few hours later, the barbecue started. People showed up. My friends, Lissa's friends, and some of her friends in the industry. Her brother even showed up. It was a great time. Lissa cooked on the grill as a couple of her guy friends made jokes like 'Move over, that's a man's job' or 'Men grill, woman cook.' She would eye them and threatened to shove the spatula up their ass if they didn't leave her alone. I knew better. She was independent and hated to be told she couldn't do something cause it was a man's job. So, I knew better then to get in that mess. As the day turned to night, some people left. The rest of us, well, the group of friends got a fire going. I had to ask since this seemed to be a regular thing for these four friends. "So, why the fires? Why is this a typical thing for you all?"

"First of all, Seth, if you are going to hang with us, it's ya'll, not you all." Mike cracked.

"Not happening, buddy." I retorted.

Everyone laughed and then Lissa looked at her friends then at me. She sat next to me as she took my hand. "Well, you know how Mike, Amy, Cindy, and I have all been friends since we were kids, right?"

I nodded and Mila seemed shocked, "Really, you all have been friends for that long?"

"You betcha butt, we have." Mike chimed, sounding as hillbilly as ever. I laughed softly.

Lissa continued, "Well, in high school, we did these huge bonfires out in the woods, where everyone from school came to, and we drink some beers and had a good time. Some of our best stories come from those nights. And some of not so best. Those nights were filled with happiness, tears, heartache, laughter, and joy. But no matter what happened, we had each other. Then graduation came. Again, another bonfire, and everyone was there, including us. But that night was different. As after that night, we would move in different directions. Amy and Cindy were going off to college in different states. Mike, well, Mike was just a bum." Lissa joked.

"Hey!" Mike quickly yelled back.

Everyone laughed as Lissa continued, "And me, well, I was getting married over the summer as Kevin was leaving to go to a new duty station and I was to follow him. Our lives were all going in different directions and we all were afraid that we would drift apart. So, that night, all four of us made a promise to one another. That no matter where life takes us, we would come together once a year and light a fire and just sit around it, have a few beers, and catch up on life."

"And we did." Cindy chimed in. "We always came together and did just that."

"No matter where we were at in our lives." Amy added.

"Until our girl got famous." Mike quickly said.

"I got tired of it only being a once a year thing. I love these guys, even if they are a pain my my ass." I slightly chuckled. "But I love them. I asked them to move out here with me. So, they did. Now, we use every occasion to have a fire and come together." I watched her as she looked at her friends and smiled. Then she looked at the fire. "I guess to us, the fire is like our bond. It honestly kept us together and never let us forget what our friendship means. Cause it allowed us to come together to slow down so we do not forget what truly matters."

"That's amazing." Mila said in awe.

Alex then said, "That is. How many people these days can say they are still friends with their childhood friends, especially in the industry. It's rare to have those friendships anymore."

"I know." Lissa said. "This is why we do this. Cause no matter how hectic our lives are. We always make time to get together for moments like this."

I looked at Lissa as I loved how close her and her friends were. I also understood, now, why the day we were suppose to spend the day together, she was quick to change the plans when they decided to have their get together. Cause it was important for them. It was a way for them to say, stop for five minutes and focus on what most important. I really was learning a lot from this woman. Then Mila asked, "So, what are some stories you can share?"

"Oh my god. There are so many. About eighty five percent of them involve the men in our lives doing something stupid." Lissa grinned.

Mike quickly asked, "When?"

"Really, Mike?" Cindy chimed in. "When are ya'll not doing something stupid?"

"Name one time." Lucas backed Mike up.

Lissa quickly said, "How about just a couple months ago, when you guys did the cinnamon challenge. Cause you swore it was possible."

I then asked, "What is the cinnamon challenge?"

I was really out of the loop. Lissa looked up at me and informed me. "It is said that it is impossible to swallow a spoonful of ground cinnamon without any water. So, they decided to try it."

"How did that go?" Alex asked.

Lissa laughed slightly. "Honestly, one of the most entertaining things I've seen."

Cindy said with a smile, "Poor Lucas threw up."

I laughed so did the group. Then Mike said, "I still think it is possible."

"Oh my god! You can't be serious!" Lissa was surprised by his lack of common sense.

Lucas said, "I betcha you I can do it this time."

Cindy interjected, "You got sick last time. No way!"

Lucas ignored her. Mike said, "Come on, let's find out."

"Are you fucking serious? After the last time!" Lissa asked but seemed amused.

They ran inside as they ignored the women, a few minutes later, they reemerged with ground cinnamon and several spoons. Mike asked, "Who's in?"

Max quickly got up. "I am."

I noticed Lissa rolled her eyes. "What is it with men of the South wanting to do stupid shit?"

Ashton quickly said, "I'm in too."

I busted out laughing as did a few others. Mila looked at Ashton as he joined the men and her face had the look of 'what the hell just happened?' Lissa shook her head, almost embarrassed. Then said to Mila, "I'm so sorry. Apparently my friends are bad influences. They should come with a warning label." Everyone laughed. As she brought her beer up to her lips, she yelled at them, "See! This is why people like Seth make fun of people of the South! Cause of dumb asses like you! You give us rednecks a bad name!" She took a drink.

"We just know how to have fun." Mike quickly retorted.

"That isn't fun. That is just stupid. Why can't you have fun without doing something stupid?" She asked.

I then said, "I know you are not talking."

"What?" She tried to look innocent. "What do you ever mean, Seth?" She started to smirk and quickly took another drink of her beer.

I eyed her. "Do you recall our second date?"

"Nope." She smiled. She really was trying to play coy.

"Oh, you don't." I just pressed my lips together.

"What happened on your second date?" Mila was now curious.

Lissa grinned as I said, "This woman, right here, was adamant about setting our second date."

"Well, that is cause our first date was a disaster" She quickly chimed in. "You're lucky you got a second date, bub. So, I made our second date a little more fun."

"Anyways." I continued. "She took us out to the Hollywood Hills after dark and we hiked a little bit, in the darkness." I looked at Lissa as I remember how I hated it. She just smiled. "Well, we got to a fenced off area that had a no trespassing sign. And what does she do, trespass."

Lissa laughed. "Hey, ass, as I recalled, you followed."

"After I tried to protest. In which you called me a pussy, so I had to prove you wrong." I quickly said.

"Well, you whined and acted like a pussy that night." She cracked.

Everyone laughed. Mila looked a little surprised as me and Mike Henry asked, "Where did you guys trespass at?"

I smiled and looked at him. "The Hollywood sign."

She smiled and asked, "But it was worth it, right?"

"Yeah, it was." I quickly said to her as I looked at her, smiling.

"See, I know how to have fun." Then she pointed to the guys who were finishing setting everything up. "But that is just stupid."

We all laughed. "Alright. I think we are ready." Mike said.

Lucas quickly said, "I betcha fifty bucks that I can do it this time."

"You're on!" Mike quickly accepted.

"And I bet a hundred that Ashton is the first one to spit it out." Lissa yelled out.

"Hey!" Ashton was slightly offended.

"What can I say, Ashton. Compare to these guys, you are a kitten." She stated.

"And this kitten has claws, damn it." He hissed like a cat and curled his fingers like he had claws.

Everyone laughed. Then I asked, "If Ashton is a kitten, what does that make me?"

She looked at me as she thought about it for a minute. "A dwarf hamster." Everyone laughed again and I playfully frowned. She smiled at me, then said, "But your cute, so it's a win."

I smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss. Then Cindy quickly said, "I'll take that bet, Lissa. I bet Max will be the first one down."

She said to her friend, "Oh, not my brother, our genes are superior."

"Damn right!" Max quickly said.

"Well, then it is a bet." Cindy smiled.

Then Mike said to Lissa, "Okay, can you count us down."

She nodded. "Alright. Three, two, one, go!"

They all put the spoonful of cinnamon in their mouth. Then it got entertaining. Then men made faces as they tried to swallow the cinnamon. Everyone was laughing as they struggled. Then Max started to cough and spit it out. "God damn it, Max!" Lissa was upset she lost the bet.

"Pay up, bitch." Cindy stuck out her hand as she grinned.

Lissa frowned and rolled her eyes as she pulled out her phone, which her case was also a wallet, and opened it. She pulled out the hundred bill and handed it to Cindy. "Thank you." Cindy said, happily.

Then Lissa said to Max, "What the hell, bro! What happened to the whole superior gene thing?"

"I choked." He only replied.

"No shit." She said. I took her hand as to calm her a bit. She was unhappy to lose the bet.

Then Ashton was the next one down. It was only Mike and Lucas. They, almost at the same time, spit their's out. "Why the fuck is that so hard?" Mike seemed annoyed.

"But you guys had to do it again, didn't you?" Cindy asked.

Then Ashton quickly asked, "How could you do that a second time? I regret my first."

Mike walked over to him and patted his back. "It's okay that you can't hang with the big dogs."

Ashton rolled his eyes as we all laughed. Just then, three small boys ran over to Lissa and hugged her as they yelled, "Mommy!"

Lissa quickly let go of my hand as she hugged them but seemed surprised to see them. "What are you guys doing here? Daddy wasn't suppose to bring you home for another week."

She was definitely thrown by the sudden appearance of her children.

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