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moneyndior · 1 month

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୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ you’re too sweet for me. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! luke feels as if you’re too sweet for his bitter self.

tags/warnings; luke castellan x apollo!reader, teenage dirtbag!luke, mutual yearning for each other, luke being kinda insecure, luke taking reader’s innocence as a bad thing, grape and wine mentioned a lot, my interpretation of ‘too sweet.’

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ go listen to too sweet by hozier tmrw. also i threw this up because i fear i might leave for the week next week since it’s spring break and i wanna see my friends

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you watched as luke walked past you. again.

what you did to deserve such treatment like this—you’ll never know. you truly did all you could to seem sweet, kind, gentle—loving. but it’s like none of those qualities appealed to him.

it’s like it pushed him away. like you being too sweet was too much for him. you tried to not be overbearing, overly clingy, too sensitive, everything. because you genuinely liked luke.

and you genuinely liking someone was rare. you treated your body like it was sacred—something that not even the gods above could touch.

luke seen the disappointment in your eyes as you bit your tongue. he’s doing this for your own good, he’s doing this for your own good. he swears it up and down.

he’s too much of, well, an asshole if we’re being honest. you’re a deity he’d hear about from stories passed down from generation to generation. he’d pray and worship you if you weren’t actually in the same camp as him.

luke wants nothing more than to protect you, truly. corrupting a girl like you was the last thing he’d want.

he wants nothing more than to be the guy to hold you, to kiss you, to brush your hair, to be your assistant when your fixing up another broken nose. luke prays to experience such a thing in another life.

his bitterness and your innocence were just something that were never meant to be. and luke took that harder than you did.

you were as soft as rain, as bright as the morning, pretty as a vine and as sweet as a grape. luke would wait forever for you to, inevitably turn bitter. slowly but surely, he believed everyone did. he wished that he could sit you gently on a barrel and wait for you.

but watching you patch up percy with the most careful precision he’d ever seen made him feel different.

like he’d take his whiskey with a chaser instead of neat like luke normally would. he’d throw out his plain black coffee and take whatever iced latte you prefer.

seeing how well you are with kids would make him hear wedding bells. luke pushed the chimes to the back of his head and finally took his eyes off you as he seen a younger aphrodite girl rush up to you, frantic.

“y/n! help me, please! i got a paper cut and it’s bleeding and it hurts! will it scar? be honest!”

you couldn’t help but giggle at lottie as she looked like she was on the verge of tears. for a moment, you didn’t think about luke. you rushed her into your cabin, under the premise that ‘you’ll do everything you can to make sure it doesn’t scar her pretty finger.’

lottie felt you put a band-aid on her with the utmost gentleness she’d ever felt. a thumb wiped away the tears that couldn’t seem to fall down her cheek.

as you guided her back to her cabin with a smile across the blond’s face, you felt a pair of eyes watching you.

luke wanted to be right there with you, helping lottie, praising you as he kissed your temple. but he stood several meters away with a clenched jaw as his brows in their normal furrowed state.

he knew he couldn’t go up to you like he prayed he could. maybe in a few years, months even. if he prayed to you hard enough. if he clenched his hands together harder.

luke castellan would rather hold the 7 realms with his pinkie than ever corrupt what he grew to love about you. even if it meant pushing you away, pushing you to love another, he’s doing it for your own sake.

maybe he would have to forget praying to the gods for a day and be selfish. just this once. he’d pray that the grape he loved so much would turn to wine faster.

things that were too sweet for luke were simply too much.

#—LUKE CASTELLAN #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan blurb #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #apollo!reader #luke castellan x apollo!reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #i love you hozier #hozier you lyrical genuis you

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lexluvswriting · 9 days

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☆ Too Sweet for Me - Loki x Fem!chubby!Reader

- "I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me..." -

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader! she/her prns used, fem genitalia used. chubby reader!

-> TW: Shibari! Consent discussed beforehand, (light) dubcon bc like reader is tied up, no use of y/n, porn with slight plot, p in v, gagging, bondage, praising and light body worship? Loki likes thick girls. argue w the wall. Mentions of sex in front of a mirror at the end !! <3

W/C: 1.8k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: okay... is this totally self indulgent? yes. have i gone down a massive Loki spree? yes. Hozier, the man you are.

YES, fans, I HAVE been listening to 'Too Sweet' by Hozier on repeat for the last 10 minutes. How did you know aha ha.

Erm, I hope i ate w this. i think i did? but id nobody reassures me as soon as they read this then ill probably die (joke). lmk how we feel about this!!

Your eyes were captivating- the colour seemed to look correct only in your irises, Loki believed. He loved you. He loved every breath you stole, and every breath you gave. He loved looking at your lips and zoning out on them when you'd babble inanely on a topic you thoroughly enjoyed. Loved the way you'd bite at your lip when you tried to hide a cheeky smile. Loki loved the way you fidgeted with the jewellery you wore- the many necklaces layered, the many bracelets with charms that jingled and clinked together softly every time you waved your arms around. He especially loved the way you styled yourself- he was always thoroughly amused and interested in the way you expressed yourself through your choices of fashion. The colours you used seemed to look good on you only. As well as on the bedroom floor after he'd tear them off you.

There was once a time where Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, thought you were too sweet for him. You were sweet cocktails, and milky brown coffees with a pump of sugary syrup. You were fresh fruits and cream, an innocent treat on a lovely summer's day. While he was the absolute epitome of bitterness. Whiskey, neat. Coffee, black. Black as the hole in his heart every time he'd be distant from you. So he made you his muse- he became your shadow.

And he didn't regret it one bit- not with the way you looked beneath him.

Your glossy lips were smudged and puffy from being kissed before a ball gag split them apart, nestled comfortably in between to make your sentences a mumbled whine. The rope that wound around your body and held every bit of fabric from your clothing in place was tight, as if it was there for one purpose only. He was a firm believer in having a bit of meat in his meals, always. So when he saw the way the soft fat of your thighs bulged against the snug of the shibari rope, his cock twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh softly. Look at him, cock jumping in his pants like a virgin. How laughable.

It was your fault, of course. Your hazy, lust-filled eyes as you happily squirmed while he pulled the rope around you carefully, the process slow and calculated, pressing his lips over every curve, every surface of skin like worship at a temple. The temple he was about to destroy.

"My pretty girl... my goddess." He couldn't help but gush sweetness when it came to you, cupping your face as he stood in front of you, his legs hitting the side of the bed. You were on your knees, calves tucked under you as you sat on your haunches, bound prettily with dark green rope that contrasted your skin with a soft glow- his choice, of course. When you suggested the concept of 'shibari' to him, he was sceptical at first. But when he saw why it was revered as an 'art', he practically frothed at the mouth, cock rising in his pants at the ideas that formed.

You, currently bound, gagged and absolutely loving life, hummed in response to his cooing praise, leaning into his touch as you wiggled happily on the shared bed, looking up at him with hazy, lustful eyes that were glazed over with adoration- and an insatiable need for him. Your cunt clenched eagerly around nothing, but his fingers running over the line of your jaw, down your throat, and over the rope that cut into your skin gently was promise enough that he'd give you the attention you craved so desperately.

"You drive me mad, darling. Do you like that? Do you like knowing this," He ran a hand down his chest, over his bulge, which was not discreet in the slightest with the way it tented in his pants, "Absolutely aches for you? This is what you do to me." He hissed as he pulled himself free from the confines of his trousers, and he inwardly grinned at the way your eyes widened in delight as you whined, watching him stroke himself.

He wore a dark green button down shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbow with the two top buttons undone. His hair was mussed in that attractive messy way that you always talked about. He didn't know what you meant, but he figured it was something good if you were always 'jumping his bones' about it. He had set the scene perfectly for you both tonight, but the look in your eyes was enough for him to give in already. He felt warmth tingle through him as he stroked himself, glancing down at the way he leaked for you. Always for you. Such a spoilt girl. His girl.

Loki grit his teeth, before pulling you close by the rope harness around your torso, his cock nudging against your stomach, pre cum smearing against your skin, making you whine through the ball gag. Drool began to run down the sides of your lips, and the God let out a mirthful chuckle, stroking the side of your face before pulling your chin up, making you look at him. "Such a needy little thing. So spoiled. Shall I spoil you more, hm?"

He forced you around gently, your naked back against his clothed chest, your body squirming against his eagerly, your pretty eyes blinking up at him as you whined garbled pleas, rocking your hips back impatiently. Your restricted movement made Loki smile, and he chuckled as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, before kissing straight down, over your spine.

"My sweet girl. My pretty goddess. A delicacy, all for me." He cooed, and you shuddered, eyelids fluttering shut as you keened softly for him, for the way his hands groped you, running over the soft pudge that shaped your body. Loki lost himself, almost completely forgetting his weeping erection as he kissed down your back, over your shoulders, around your neck. Then, with a wave of his left hand while his right hand pushed you down, the ropes shifted, freeing your thighs to be spread before you were tied again, ass arced up in the air on display for him.

His hands roamed over the globes, and he pressed his kisses- as well as a few loving nips that made you squeak, before he leaned down to what he was looking for. His eyes honed in on your glistening cunt, your folds wet and twitching prettily as he blew cold air before chuckling to himself, like you were an amusing little toy. He had to stop himself from being too cruel, and licked at the nectar that seeped from your slit, enjoying the way you whined for him. "Very vocal tonight, my love." He sighed mockingly, as if you were troubling him. Of course you were, when you tasted as sweet as you did. Almost too sweet.

He knelt in front of the bed and lapped at you hungrily, hands gripping at your bound flesh enough to leave red lines from where his large fingers marked you. He let out a soft growl that dissolved into a groan- how could something as sweet and gentle as you get him so riled up? The depravity that tore through him would scare away any normal partner.

He supposed he should've sent a little 'thank you' to whatever higher power decided you'd be absolutely perfect in creation then. His tongue was hot against your sex, and his soft pants made your toes curl and sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pulled you apart with his mouth. He absolutely loved eating you out- loved the way he could feel you fall apart on his tongue. That was his power. Putting you on the throne of the world with his love. Your body flinched and twitched as he ate you out so desperately, and you whined in response to the image that procured in your head- chin glistening, lips smudged from how intensely he focused on his craft; the craft of making you cum. He licked and sucked, and from the way you got wetter, he could tell you were thinking about him. He toyed with you a bit more before finally letting you cum, directing his tongue to work and stroke

"Getting restless, my love?" He hummed, licking his lips and wearing a fox-like grin as he lifted his left hand, slipping two careful fingers into you to scissor and stretch your weeping cunt in preparation for what you had been craving for the past hour and a bit. His other hand was spent working himself, though he was stiff as a pole from the moment you had shyly offered him the rope and the salacious proposition. You both had been craving this for the longest time- of course, you had spent all day together anyway, but the magic in the intimacy that happened once night shrouded your part of the world as indescribable.

Usually, he could lovingly torment you for hours, watching you helplessly drip your arousal onto the sheets below, but tonight was all about you. You wanted him to be rough, and mean, the facade he usually liked to put on- but he couldn’t help but worship the curves that made up your body, his gentleness a refreshing buffer from the depravity you two usually indulged in. So when your garbled moans sounded, Loki immediately removed his fingers and aligned himself at your sopping wet entrance, substituting his digits for his godly cock, pushing himself in and releasing a guttural groan- one that came from the depths as he felt your cunt greedily suck him in, enveloping him in your warmth, as if you were seducing him to never leave as he sank deeper within you. He’s completely drunk on you, losing his cool as his eyes hone in on where you two meet, enjoying the feeling of your clenching as he repeatedly sinks into you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

He glances up to see your face, only to notice your head facing forward, your darling eyes transfixed on- Ah. He understands and leans forward to wrap a careful hand around your throat, holding it gently as he pulled you up, both of you watching the mirror that was ‘coincidentally’ placed in front of your bed- you had no regrets, and he certainly put it to use for you the first night you two shared the room. Your eyes met in the reflection, and his head tilted coyly, nudging the side of your face gently as he humped into you, while you were still tied up all pretty for him. Your gagged moans and whines were music, and he swore that with every thrust, he could hear the sound of wedding bells somewhere off in the distance.

Sometimes Loki wonders if you’re too sweet for him. But when he sees your perfect eyes rolling into the back of your head as his calculated thrusts send his cock stretching you out for him, he’s content. When he sees your sweet little cheeks flushed pink as you eagerly watch with glossy, lust-glazed eyes, the image of yourself being impaled on his cock over and over, Loki realises that you’re perfect.

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: AH i didn't go too crazy w this pls forgive me, i was in the mood for somethin soft 🙂‍↕️ BUT ! i will HAPPILY take requests for more 😗

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fortunatelyandrogynousheart · 1 month

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Too Sweet - Hozier

You know, a lot of people think that the lyrics to Too Sweet just entail her being too good for him. But for me there are certain lyrics that make me think of like an age gap.

"You know you're bright as the morning / As soft as the rain / Pretty as a vine / As sweet as a grape / If you can sit in a barrel / Maybe I'll wait / Until that day"

That feels like he's waiting until she's gotten older and colder, specifically the barrel part, like perhaps he wants to wait until she's aged (like wine does, in case you didn't already know.)

Plus the very first lyric, the "bright as the morning" maybe could be like, the brightness of youth, or maybe she's just a sunshine.

THEN there's the other part.

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat / My coffee black and my bed at three / You're too sweet for me"

I'm getting like a bitter, cynical-ish older man vibe from that, anyone else?

Coffee is bitter.

And the whiskey in his bed at three? Maybe he's seen too much and needs to drink to fall asleep. (Possible military or police background?)

And don't even get me STARTED on the wedding bells. The fact that he hears wedding bells when he looks at her makes me feel like he wants to try for her. To make her happy, you know?

And if it is a death knell, like I've been seeing some people say it is, then maybe it's the classic, "oh, God, this girl is going to be the death of me."

There is also this part at the beginning that really gets me in my feels.

"It can't be said I'm an early bird / It's ten o'clock before I say a word / Baby, I can never tell / How do you sleep so well? / You keep telling me to live right / To go to bed before the daylight / But then you wake up for the sunrise"

She's his opposite. She's an early bird, probably the first one asleep and he gets into bed with her HOURS later. Naturally, she worries about him, but he doesn't think she needs to.

I don't know, hearing that song for the first time awakened an urge to analyze it and maybe write something based on it. What do you think of Too Sweet? Let me know!

#hozier #too sweet #new hozier #song analysis

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x3kristax3 · 1 year

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Eternal love - Chapter 3

It's been a few weeks since the drunk night with Dan and Jessy, things seem to be going back to normal. Surprisingly Hannah and Lilly still reach out to talk to me and check on me. This I wasn't expecting as he is their brother. We decided to all meet up at the Aurora and honestly I need this night after the weeks of working nonstop to keep my mind busy. I haven't thought about dating but Jessy keeps telling me that Phil is asking about me.

I throw on a pair of black jeans and a croptop with my hair curled and knee high boots. I look in the mirror and let out a sigh. I would normally wear a leather jacket with this outfit for him but tonight I decided against it as it's a bit warmer than it's been. I touch up my makeup from the day and call a cab to head over there.

I walk in to the Aurora and I instantly hear the gangs laughter and I can't help but smile. I head up to the bar and Phil is serving this blonde girl and his normal flirts. I roll my eyes as I tap the bar to get his attention. He finishes dealing with her and walks up to me. His hair is pulled back and he has on a simple black tshirt that shows off his the bit of muscles he does has. I never noticed until now he good he actually looks. 'Hmm maybe I can have some fun after everything' i say to myself.

"What can I get for you gorgeous?" He asks.

Normally he calls me MC or love but tonight he seems different. He's definitely flirting differently with me than normal as I feel him grab my hand to get my attention.

I snap back at his touch "rum and coke, extra strong please" I say with a coy smile. I know he won't say no to me when I ask for that. He's told me I'm the only person that asks that he actually makes it extra strong.

He makes it up and puts it down "this one is on the house as it's been too long. Why don't you stick around tonight until closing? I miss that smile of yours."

"Hmmm, can I get a kiss right now?" I say slightly leaning over the counter.

He leans in and kisses me deep but quick and it's lustful. I smile at him as he pulls away and I see thd blonde from earlier staring. "Sure I'll stay to closing, Phil." I grab my drink and head over to the gang.

I get shit all night from Dan for the way Phil and I are acting but honestly its all just fun. He's glad to see me happy for the first time in weeks.

*****

It's the last call and everyone leaves except for me. He won't let me even go sit outside while he closes up for the night. As I wait for him I ppur myself a whiskey neat and he shakes his head as Ive had more than enough to drink but he won't tell me no.

He grabs my hand and takes me upstairs to his apartment. Feeling his touch is toxic to me, or maybe it's all the drinks but I lean into him and we kiss. I feel his hands on my body and I don't stop him.

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I wake up with a pounding headache, my eyes are still closed and I groan as I see the ligjt coming through my eyes. I don't remember much from last night but I feel a weight next to me and my eyes open and I see Phil sleeping still. I realize we are both naked and I realize what happened. 'Ugh, how could I let myself get that drunk' I groaned to myself, or I thought to myself.

"Well I never stopped you from drinking either" Phil says half asleep as he pulls me closer and kisses my cheek.

I blush at this moment and curl up against him. "Well you should have stopped the drinks sooner" I giggle.

"Maybe I wanted this. However I think coffee and pancakes are in order" he says, standing up and putting on boxers.

He tosses me a shirt and I watch him walk out of the bedroom. I throw on the shirt and it smells like him but also of smoke and I crunch my noise. That's one thing last night I wasn’t thinking of, this man smokes and the smell drives me insane and not in the best way. I sit up and reach for my jeans and grab my phone out of the back pocket. I see all the messages in the group chat of pictures from last night and there is someone one of me leaning across the bar and kissing Phil. I also see a text from the last person I want to talk to. He left me in the middle of the night weeks ago and now wants to check in on me. I delete the message as I don’t want to deal with him or that drama right now. My heart is finally in a good place and the last thing I need is to go back down that rabbit hole with him again. I put my phone back into my jeans pocket and head out into the kitchen with Phil.

As I walk through the door I instantly smell coffee and bacon and I see him mixing up pancake mix. I smile as I never imagined him to be like this, but everyone says he’s different when it comes to me. I hope he realizes this is just a rebound thing, something fun and he’s not looking for more. He pours a cup of coffee and makes it up for me like I ask for when he see’s me at the coffee shop and I smile.

“So what's your plans for today?’ He asks with a smile and takes a sip of his black coffee.

‘Well, I'm off work for a couple days so I don’t really have any plans. Why were you thinking of something?” I ask

“I know this walk in the forest that leads to this amazing spot and then i thought we could get lunch somewhere.” He says as he starts cooking the pancakes watching them to make sure they don’t burn.

“You mean like a date?” I ask with my headache still there.

“Yeah, a date. I can take you back to your place so you can shower and get ready.” he turns around and as he does we hear my phone from his bedroom go off.

I sigh as I stand up to go get it and grab it, answering it before I say hello or look at it. I look at Phil “It’s a date” I say with a smile.

“MC” I hears Jake's voice from her phone

I pull the phone away and realized I answered without looking at it. “What do you want? You walked away from me.” i say annoyed with myself.

“Are you home?'' His voice is weak and I want nothing more than to forgive him but I can’t.

“No, and I don’t want to see you.” I hang up the phone and put it down. I sit down on Phils couch and he sits next to me.

“Everything okay?” he holds my hand.

“No, my ex and I didn't realize it until after I picked up the phone.”

“Well let's go get you home so you can clean up and then we can have that date.” he smiles at me.

He drops me off and walks me to my door. He kisses me softly and leaves while I go in and get ready for the day out. He picks me back up with another cup of coffee and I can’t help but smile. We enjoy the day taking a walk talking and looking out over Duskwood from a cliff before heading to where he wants to take me for lunch. We enjoy a simple cafe lunch while talking and laughing. I realize that while most people think of him as a player or a womanizer he really is more than that. He puts on that act for the bar but when you get past that there is more to him then you see.

Jakes POV:

It's been weeks on the run and I miss her just as much as when I left her. I’ve told myself I wouldn’t reach out to her but I notice my pursuers are close to her which worries that they will take her to draw me out. I reached out in a text but no response. After a while I call, as I’m outside her place and she answers. She’s going on a date with someone, but who. No I can’t let it consume me, I walked away. She tells me that and she doesn’t want to see me and hangs up. I stay until I see a car pull up and I see her with Phil.

Of all guys in Duskwood, she really goes for Phil? I can’t let that get under my skin though so I walk away from her. I go back into hiding even though the last thing I want is to see her with him of all people.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #mc x jake #fanfic #everbyte duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fandom #jake duskwood

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babeczka415 · 1 year

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Eternal Love

Chapter 3

"What can I get for you gorgeous?" He asks.

Normally he calls me MC or love but tonight he seems different. He's definitely flirting differently with me than normal as I feel him grab my hand to get my attention.

He makes it up and puts it down "this one is on the house as it's been too long. Why don't you stick around tonight until closing? I miss that smile of yours."

"Hmmm, can I get a kiss right now?" I say slightly leaning over the counter.

He leans in and kisses me deep but quick and it's lustful. I smile at him as he pulls away and I see the blonde from earlier staring. "Sure I'll stay to closing, Phil." I grab my drink and head over to the gang.

I get shit all night from Dan for the way Phil and I are acting but honestly its all just fun. He's glad to see me happy for the first time in weeks.

*****

It's the last call and everyone leaves except for me. He won't let me even go sit outside while he closes up for the night. As I wait for him I pour myself a whiskey neat and he shakes his head as Ive had more than enough to drink but he won't tell me no.

****

"Well I never stopped you from drinking either" Phil says half asleep as he pulls me closer and kisses my cheek.

I blush at this moment and curl up against him. "Well you should have stopped the drinks sooner" I giggle.

"Maybe I wanted this. However I think coffee and pancakes are in order" he says, standing up and putting on boxers.

“So what's your plans for today?’ He asks with a smile and takes a sip of his black coffee.

‘Well, I'm off work for a couple days so I don’t really have any plans. Why were you thinking of something?” I ask.

“You mean like a date?” I ask with my headache still there.

“Yeah, a date. I can take you back to your place so you can shower and get ready.” he turns around and as he does we hear my phone from his bedroom go off.

I sigh as I stand up to go get it and grab it, answering it before I say hello or look at it. I look at Phil “It’s a date” I say with a smile.

“MC” I hears Jake's voice from her phone

I pull the phone away and realized I answered without looking at it. “What do you want? You walked away from me.” i say annoyed with myself.

“Are you home?'' His voice is weak and I want nothing more than to forgive him but I can’t.

“No, and I don’t want to see you.” I hang up the phone and put it down. I sit down on Phils couch and he sits next to me.

“Everything okay?” he holds my hand.

“No, my ex and I didn't realize it until after I picked up the phone.”

“Well let's go get you home so you can clean up and then we can have that date.” he smiles at me.

Jakes POV:

#duskwood fandom #duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwoodlover #fanfics #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #i love jake #jake x mc #duskwood phil #phil x mc

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bbysamu · 3 years

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It ain’t Me - a series

✎ Featuring: KUROO Tetsurou x you

✎ Now Playing: It Ain’t Me by Kygo & Selena Gomez

✎ Genre: Angst

✎ Word Count: 1,573

✎ Preview: You and Kuroo are high school sweethearts, you thought your love was as strong as whiskey, burning and sweet. What happens when adult Kuroo develops a bad habit of clubbing too frequently and you find it harder and harder to reach him?

Ch. I

Ch. II

Ch. III

Ch. IV

Ch. V

Epilogue

a/n: no underage drinking please, don’t hinder your brain growth

♫I had a dream We were sipping whiskey neat Highest floor, The Bowery And I was high enough♫

“shhh, you have to be quiet babe, we’re not exactly allowed up here”, your boyfriend whispered as he pulled you up, guiding you to the rooftop. You nodded, slowly steadying your breath.

The dark sky was empty with the exception of the half covered moon and some stray stars. Today was you and Kuroo’s second anniversary, your relationship lasting much longer than typical high school romances. Kuroo had texted you today saying he had a surprise for you.

And the said surprise was a late night picnic on the school’s rooftop surrounded by big fluffy pillows and dimly lit candles.

“when did you have time to organize all these?”

Kuroo smiled proudly, “I had the boys bring over some spare pillows and Lev and Kenma hauled them up here during their free period”. You smiled at the image of the two boys bringing up pillows to the roof, giggling at the thought of Kenma complaining as he climbed the stairs to the roof. You made a mental note to thank the two tomorrow.

Kuroo gingerly picked up your hand and led you over to the picnic blanket. The two of you quickly settled down, his arms around your waist, as you laid your head on his shoulder, talking about both everything and nothing.

Kuroo suddenly brought out a bottle of light honey liquid.

“Happy 2 years to the love of my life.” He said, delicately pouring the golden liquid into a small glass.

“only one glass?” You raised your eyebrows.

“of course, you’re not 18 yet!”

“I’m literally turning 18 next week and you just turned last week!”

“exactly! no underage drinking in this relationship.” He smiled cheekily at you before taking a swing at the liquid. You laughed out loud at his expression.

“ew people actually like this stuff? my throat is literally on fire.”

“wait, let me try!”

“okay.”

And instead of handing you the glass, Kuroo leaned in.

You smiled as his tongue met yours, giving you a taste of the sweet whiskey.

And that’s how the both of you will always remember your second anniversary, the empty night sky and the sweet, burning taste of whiskey.

In the years since high school graduation, the two of you have settled into a comfortable pace, no longer the young teenagers, but hardworking adults in a cruel society. The honeymoon period was a distant phase, but that didn’t mean the love between the two of you dwindled.

You shot a quick text to Kuroo. His lack of response brought a frown to your face. You tried to call him for the third time, this time directly reaching his voicemail. You sighed at the thought of him pressed up against another body and glared at the laptop in front of you.

Halfway across the town, Kuroo stepped into the dimly lit club in a pressed black button up and some black pants. He lived for nights like these, the mingled bodies on the dance floor and the beautiful ladies.

Kuroo loves you and he’s been warned by Kenma a bunch of times but he just couldn’t help himself. Kuroo knew you hated the club but he could never bring himself to stop coming. Week after week, especially since you started being asked to work overtime, Kuroo found himself and some of the boys at the club, drinking and dancing with the girls in the short skirts and bodycon dresses.

Yamamoto wolf-whistled at the sight of the girls walking by, “dang, look at that girl in the black mini”.

Kuroo whipped his head around and checked out her long legs and low-cut dress before turning to Yamamoto, “I need a drink first”.

Yamamoto shook his head knowing what this meant. A drink then another was what Kuroo needed to numb himself from the growing guilt eating him away every time he was at the club. With enough alcohol, Kuroo was always able to convince himself he did nothing wrong as he gripped the waist of another woman, his lips on hers.

He winked at the bartender and a shot was served up. The burning, sweet liquid brought him back to that picnic on the rooftop. He shook his head, chasing away the memory and shot a smile at the girl in the back dress, before making his way over to her.

♫Somewhere along the lines We stopped seeing eye to eye You were staying out all night And I had enough♫

It was a little past midnight when you made your way over to Kuroo’s apartment, spare key in hand. You knew he was probably at the club, but he promised he’d be home around midnight. Things have been tense between the two of you lately. You sighed at the memory of your fight last week.

“What do you mean it was nothing?” You shouted, exasperated at the man sitting across from you. “She was all over you!” You sighed internally, tired of always fighting with Kuroo about his clubbing behavior.

Kuroo shook his head, “babe, I told you, I literally pushed her away, but the video caught the seconds she came on to me before I could even react. I love you, you know that. Why would I ever want someone else?” Kuroo knew he had you by the way your eyes softened, he mentally winced at his lie, memories of making out with the woman fleeted by in his mind. He quickly pushed them away, the guilt barely lingering. Kuroo notices he’s better at doing that.

“you’re the only one for me” He said pulling you into a hug, his words trying to convince himself more than you. Tired of fighting, you chose to believe him, after all who would you believe, your boyfriend of five years or a 10 second video?

The turn of the knob brought you back to reality. You smiled at the thought of his surprised face when he comes home to you later. You quickly changed into one of his spare t-shirts and settled down in his bed. “12:30 am” your phone read before you drifted off to sleep.

♫ No, I don't wanna know Where you been or where you're goin' But I know I won't be home And you'll be on your own ♫

The soft light of sunrise woke you up earlier than your alarm. Your body feeling unexpectedly light as you turn to face the empty space. You thought you would wake up to a Kuroo cuddling you.

“6:27 am” and no notifications on your phone. You got up, unable to sleep anymore, anger and frustration bubbling at the lack of communication from your boyfriend.

You look in his fridge, empty except for some leftover boxes. Despite your feelings of anger towards Kuroo, you made a mental note to bring over some groceries next time. You decided to make some tea, mindlessly scrolling through the news.

A sudden click of the door got you looking up from your phone to see two figures, one unfamiliar, the other as familiar as the back of your hand.

“You know we could just stay at my place. Why’d you have to insist on this weird coffee?”

You knew exactly what coffee the female voice was referring to. It was the same one you got him from Vienna that time you studied abroad and he’s been hooked on Viennese coffee ever since.

You heard his voice, “once you taste it, you won’t ever be able to go back I’m telling you”.

“where’d you get it from?”

The two figures stepped into the living room just as Kuroo answered, “oh, just from a frie...” he trailed off as you entered into his field of vision.

The colors draining from his face, the same look of shock mirrored on your features.

The woman came into view a second after, confused, “wait, who’s this?”

The look on both of your faces and the tension in the air got her scrambling to the door embarrassed, mumbling a quick apology on her way out.

Smart woman, you thought.

You looked at each other in silence. You took him all in. The ruffled hair, the faint hickey on the side of his jaw, the same black button-ups he wore to the club yesterday.

Kuroo did the same. You standing across the room, dwarfed in a shirt he bought at nationals, a thousand hurts and emotions in your big tired eyes.

You broke the silence first, too shocked and hurt to even register what had happened five minutes again.

“I’m leaving.”

“Y/N wait...” he reached for your hand and pulled you close. You recoiled as soon as you smelled the cheap perfume intertwined with the same whiskey he’s taken a like to after high school.

“please I can explain.” He search your eyes desperately.

You shook his hands off yours and quickly gathered your stuff.

“I’m leaving...”

He cut you off before you could finish, “yeah I heard the first time, please just give me a chance to explain.”

“you.”

The shook on his face made it hard to look at him. You cleared your throat.

“I’m leaving you”.

You rushed past him, but not before he caught the glimpse of tears running down your cheeks.

You realized Kuroo was like a bad shot of whiskey, burning, yet all signs of the sweet aftertaste disappearing.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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kiss me in the d-a-r-k .epilogue v.

just another tuesday

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Warnings: dub con sex (oral, intercourse)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Things get a little more complicated.

Note: So this will be the last part for this week (probably lol). As Rebecca Black said, It’s Friday, Friday! And unfortunately that only marks the middle of an 8 day stretch of work for me. I’m tired, I’m hormonal, and I’m gonna try to actually relax in my short hours off. But thank you to everyone who’s been reading along and thanks for the support. I really hope you enjoy (my porn).💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply!

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The school cafe was bustling as you sat alone at the table, two lattes steamed in front of you. Kylie said she was five minutes away ten minutes ago. You yawned as you checked the time again and looked to the door. She was always fashionably late though you would’ve preferred her on time in rags.

You hoped her skinny, no foam latte was cold when she arrived. At the same time you didn’t because you had spent five bucks on it. Your leg shook under the table and you looked at your phone. Another missed call. Steve knew you were supposed to meet Kylie but he was calling you anyway. The two of them were bound to drive you wild; Steve’s presence and Kylie’s absence were too much to deal with at once.

You sensed a presence and glanced up expecting Kylie. Your lips parted in surprise as Bucky stood across from you. He held a paper cup as he smiled down at you.

“Having a little wake me up before you start on those edits?” He mused.

“Uh...yeah, I…” Your tongue was clumsy though you couldn’t even think of words to say.

“Classes today?” He asked.

“Um, yeah, noon til seven,” You batted your lashes unthinkingly. “Midterm tomorrow morning.”

“So...I guess you’ll be busy studying then,” He lifted a brow. “No time to waste.”

You realized what he was hinting at. You’d already allowed Steve to weasel in on a study night, you really didn’t want to make your mistakes habitual.

“Not really,” You said nervously. “I--”

“Sorry I’m late, I--” Kylie stopped just beside Bucky and looked over at him. Her eyes brightened and she smiled as she dropped her phone on the table. “Uncle Bucky!” She threw her arms around him.

“Uncle?” You echoed as she parted from him.

“You know Kylie?” His blue eyes narrowed as he thought.

“We’re friends of course,” Kylie trilled. “You do know I have more friends on campus than you, don’t you?”

“Well, it just so happens, your friend is in my communications class,” He countered. “Smart girl, wonder how she ended up with you.”

“Pfft,” She scoffed and pulled out the chair to sit. “Sure. You seen dad? He’s in town to see you, isn’t he?”

“Business. I just happen to be at a convenient distance now,” He returned. “I saw him the other night.” His eyes flitted over to you and you looked away. “He seems well.”

“Yeah, didn’t see him much this summer but when he drove me up in September he was...less of an ass than usual. Not so much when he dropped in a lectured me at my dorm.” She rolled her eyes.

“You know me, I never give a lecture off the clock,” He chuckled. “And he never does without reason.”

“Well, you know,” She sighed, “I used my emergency card for a Louis Vuitton but it really was an emergency.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, it matched my shoes,” She snickered.

“Hmmp,” He shook his head. “Well, I’ll leave you girls to your coffee. I’ve got a class to get to.” He looked between you. “Oh,” His eyes fixed on you and his tone steadied. “Don’t forget our meeting at seven-thirty. Right?”

“Uhhh…” You peeked over at Kylie as she sniffed at her latte. “Sure. Y-yeah. I’ll be there.”

“Good. We have a lot to talk about.” He cleared his throat. “Regarding your paper.”

You nodded and he said one last goodbye. You watched him go and your stomach turned. Shit. He was smart, he was a professor after all, and you knew he must’ve connected some of the dots. Kylie was too invested in her phone to notice your discomfort. You sipped your latte and shook off the butterflies.

“So, how was the midterm?” You asked and she lifted her head, a momentary pause before she registered your question.

“Oh, you know what? I don’t think I did half bad.” She perked up. “Sat next to this guy who’s gaga over me. Still got acne but he’s also first in the class. Very neat writing.”

“Christ, Kylie, you always find a shortcut, don’t you?” You snorted.

“Oh, shush, if you’d helped me study I wouldn’t have been so worried about failing.” She chided. “What was it that kept you? You’re rarely too busy for a study date.”

“My own schoolwork,” You retorted. “And my preference for peace and quiet.”

Your classes went quickly to your chagrin.You dreaded your impromptu meeting with Professor Barnes. Had he guessed everything? What did he think of you now? Did he regret what happened in his office? Did you?

As you climbed the stairs, you recalled the previous day. How he’d walked beside you up the flights and led you into his office. Closed the door even. He never sat but stood close. It had all been so deliberate. Calculated even. If you had deceived him, surely he had done the same. Enticed you, at the very least.

You knocked on the door. The halls were empty. The other professors were either in a lecture or at home with their stack of student papers and glass of aged scotch. The door opened and you flinched. He checked his watch and stepped back.

“Early, as always,” He waved you in. You placed your bag beside the chair and sat. He moved around and glass clinked as he neared the other side of his desk. He set down two short tumblers and opened his drawer. “Whiskey?”

“Whiskey?” You repeated.

“The least of your sins in this office,” He kidded and poured. He slid a glass over to you without awaiting your ascent.

“Thanks,” You took it and stared into the dark alcohol.

Your fingers tapped on the glass nervously. He took a long drink and set his back on the desk. You avoided his gaze as you waited. Silence.

“I was gonna work on the revisions toni--”

“You knew Steve already, didn’t you?” He asked. You nodded and looked at him. You took a sip and winced at the burn of the whiskey as it trickled down your throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged and took another gulp. “I don’t know, I...was nervous. I wasn’t expecting to see you there--”

“Wait,” He leaned forward as brows drew together in realization. He blinked and his lips twitched. “Was he the friend you were meeting?”

“N-nooo,” You said. Even you weren’t convinced. He slapped the desk and laughed.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucking your friend’s dad,” He grinned and grabbed his glass. “How fucking precious. I knew--” He took a swig. “Especially after yesterday, you’re not such a good girl after all.”

You stared at him. Mortified. The glass slipped from your hand and you pressed yourself back against the chair as you watched the whiskey splash across the carpet.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” You bent and picked up the glass. “Shit.”

You looked around and he stood calmly. He grabbed a wad of kleenex from the box on his desk and knelt to dab the carpet around your feet. He didn’t say anything until he finished. When he stood, you tried to as well but he caught your shoulder and pushed you back down.

“Stay there,” He tossed the tissues and slipped between you and the desk, leaning on it as his eyes bore into you. “So, are you sorry for spilling the whiskey or lying to me?”

“Both,” You pouted. “I didn’t--I only...followed his lead.”

“Does he know about us? Or have you lied to him too?” He tilted his head.

“He knows,” You admitted. “He didn't really care.”

He nodded and his eyes wandered as he thought. A smirk spread slowly beneath his beard and he stood. “You remember how I fucked you. I want your hands on that desk. Just like before.” He sidled away from you. “Now. And don’t you move them.”

“What--”

“Quiet.” He snapped. “Now, be a good girl.”

You looked up at him and he crossed his arms. You pushed yourself to your feet and nudged aside your empty glass. You set your palms on the desk and slid your feet back just a little. He moved the chair as you craned your head to watch him.

“Eyes forward,” He said sternly. “You see, when you’re bad, you have to be punished. That’s just the way this has to work.” He neared and reached around you. He unbuttoned your fly and pushed your zipper down. “Now, I’m not mad that you fucked him. You obviously have a certain taste in men. I’m upset that you lied to me. Disappointed.”

He shoved your pants down around your thighs.He spread his large hand across your ass. You blinked and resisted the urge to look back. He pulled his hand away and your brows furrowed in confusion. He slapped your ass and you yelped.

“Shhh,” He rubbed your ass and smacked you again. “Don’t go getting yourself into more trouble.” He struck your ass a third time. “Good girls take their punishment. Quietly.”

You bit your lip and hung your head. As he continued, you breathed in time with each impact. Your nails scratched the wood of his desk and you shuddered as it stung a little more with each smack. You counted twenty before he stopped. You were trembling and out of breath. Your body was on fire.

He pulled your pants up over your ass and you flinched. He backed away and strode around the desk. He sat heavily in his chair. He grinned at you as he unbuckled his belt. “Now, show me your sorry.”

He pushed his fly open and pulled out his cock. He pointed between his knees and tilted his head. You hesitantly pulled your hands from the desk and stood straight. You buttoned your fly and stepped around the desk numbly. As you neared, he rolled his chair back just a little and tapped his toe.

You knelt before him and lowered your eyes to his lap. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock. His hand rested on his thigh and his cock twitched. He rubbed circles on his thigh and brought himself closer to you. You wrapped your fingers around him and pressed your lips to his tip. He let out a long breath.

You took just his head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. He gasped. His hand gripped the arm of his chair and you took more of him, a little at a time. You pulled back at every inch as your saliva slickened his length. Your lips met your hand and you slid your mouth and hand along his cock.

He groaned and you kept your motion steady. He spread his legs and lifted his hand from his thigh to grab the back of your head. He guided you faster as his breath hitched. He hit the back of your throat over and over and the sloppy slurps and gags filled the room.

“Fuck, fuck, stop, stop,” He rasped. “Whew.”

You sat back on your heels and let him slip out of your mouth. He leaned his head back as he gathered himself. You looked up at him hungrily. You didn’t want to stop. You wanted him to cum in your mouth. You wanted more.

“Sit in my lap, baby,” He sat up and patted his thigh. “Come on.”

You undid your pants and rolled them back down. You were only too eager to listen. You’d thought the first time would be the last when you arrived. You were glad it wasn’t. You moved back and reached behind you.

You grabbed the arms of the chair and he lined himself up. He slid between your folds and you sank down on him entirely. You moaned and he gripped your hip. You lifted your pelvis and crashed back down. He helped you as you moved atop him and he snaked his hand around you.

He dipped his fingers down and played with your clit. He drew circles as you rode him and gritted your teeth as you tried to stifle your moans. The chair squeaked as it rocked below him and you felt the flurry as it filled your core. You quivered and quaked as he forced the orgasm from you.

He pulled his hand away and grabbed your other hip. He stood, still inside you and pushed you against the desk. He grasped the back of your neck and forced you down until your cheek was to the wood. Your legs were trapped in your jeans as he fucked you relentlessly. Each thrust was harder and deeper. He grunted as the desk groaned beneath you.

He slapped your ass as he pounded into you. You buried your head beneath your arms as you held in your murmurs.

“Are you sorry?” He growled.

“Yes,” You rasped. “Yes, I’m sorry, Professor. I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry I lied, Professor,” You whined as you lifted your head. You were cumming again and your entire body radiated with suffocating heat.

“Good girl,” He squeezed your ass and rutted into you.

He gave several long thrusts as he snarled and pulled out suddenly. He came on you, his cock against your pussy as he bent over you and panted in his release. He rested his weight on you as you laid breathless in the warmth of his body and the afterglow.

“I forgive you, baby,” He kissed your cheek softly. “Now go study,” He lifted himself and smirked down at your dripping pussy. “And get those edits done.”

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Hello :) Can you write a Carol x R imagine where the two are dating/in love w/ each other but apparently neither of them has realized it yet. The other Avengers/Fury/Shield/even some of the public are all like "the two of you need to get married already!" They already spend a lot of time together, go out on "friend" dates, are overprotective of one another, get jealous if someone flirts with the other, kiss/make out- which is only "friendly" or happens when they're tipsy/drunk etc

A/N: Interesting, very interesting ;)

"the two of you need to get married already!" Tony yelled from the outside your door, you turned around to glare at him, the clothes still in front of you. Carol also turned to glare at him, her face matching your pink face.

This was only the 29th time today someone had said the two of you should get together, it was almost a daily routine at one point. You loved Carol, and Carol loved you, just not in a romantic way. Though, the flirting would say otherwise.

“Fuck off Tony!” You yelled after him as he walked away, you rolled your eyes with a slight blush and picked up the more skimpier gold and army green dress with cutouts rather than the simple brown one.

“Definitely this one.” You stated with a grin, Carol frowned slightly.

The two of you were getting ready for one of Tony’s galas together, there were vague plans to go over to Carol’s favorite bar after if no one was drunk yet. But as always, Carol couldn’t decide what to wear and asked you.

“But the brown one looks so comfy.” Carol whined, reaching out for the brown one only for you to swat her hands away.

“Gorgeous and stunning,” You began, raising the gold and army green dress. “Or just pretty Captain Danvers?” You raised an eyebrow, Carol muttered something and took the army green dress and went into the bathroom to change.

You frowned as you decided what to wear, eventually deciding on a stunning fav/color dress with golden jewelry to match Carol’s. Shrugging, you decided to put it on while Carol was changing in your bathroom. You managed to get into the dress alright, the zipper on the back wouldn’t budge, you struggled with it just as Carol came out of the bathroom.

The dress looked absolutely stunning on her, much better than it did on the Macy’s mannequin. It was a body con, crepe material with cutouts on the sides just above her belly button. The cutouts as well as the sides were surrounded by embroidered golden rose patterns.

“How does it look?” Carol asked timidly, pulling the dress down slightly and fidgeting with the cutouts.

“Stunning,” You said, almost breathless, Carol blushed slightly at the compliment and thanked you before picking up the jewelry you had lent her. “Hey can you help me out here?”

“What’s up?” Carol asked, setting down the jewelry and turning around to find your entire upper back exposed by the zipper. You quickly answered you needed help with the zipper, your hands still on the zipper trying to get it up.

“Uh, um, okay.” Carol answered, swatting your hands away before trying to pull it up. She saw the tension fade from your shoulders, you were completely relaxed in her presence. Carol tried to pull it up but the zipper came off in her hand.

“Any minute now.” You quipped, shifting your weight slightly.

“Uh, it broke.” Carol confessed, before you could turn around and probably scold her she cut you off. “Lemme try something though.” You grumbled a fine and stayed standing.

Carol gently slid her finger next to your back, trying to manually pull the zipper up. It wasn’t working, she could feel the tension in your back from the sudden touch. Carol smirked and warmed up her fingers, hoping to get the zipper loose.

You gasped slightly from the sudden heat along your spine, sending tingles everywhere before you felt the zipper being pulled up, the heat traveling all the way up to your neck, you shivered slightly as Carol took her hand away from your neck.

“Cold?” Carol asked innocently, you smacked her arm jokingly and rolled your eyes, then sat down on the bed across from her trying to get your jewelry on.

Carol couldn’t stop staring at you, the dress was also body con, fav/color cotton and polyester with black velvet patterns adorning every inch of it. It was strapless and almost backless, the top revealed a bit more of your cleavage than most of the dresses you wore did.

“Need help?” You asked after finishing getting on all of your black and gold jewelry. Carol nodded slightly, oblivious to the question you had asked. She handed you the necklace though, it was almost a ritual for you to put on her makeup and jewelry and she wasn’t planning to end up.

“You really need to start getting these on yourself.” You retorted, picking up the earring and gently reaching one hand up to her earlobe while putting the earring on.

“And miss out on this private care?” Carol joked, swallowing hard to prevent herself from blushing. “I don’t think so.” You rolled your eyes and told her to stay still.

Carol’s breathing hitched slightly when you touched her but said nothing, instead focusing on your gentle touch on her ears. You got on the earrings in no time, the necklace had a slightly different, well, weirder clasp on it.

“This might take a minute.” You muttered, leaning closer to her neck to see the clasp better, your breath on Carol’s neck.

“And here you were telling me to do this myself.” Carol retorted, swinging her hair over her shoulder so you could see better, she heard, no, felt your breath hitch on her neck and smirked.

You rolled your eyes and leaned in a little closer, nose mere inches away from her neck as you couldn’t help but stare at her neck and back. She was slouching, in front of everyone else she had this perfect posture but around you, she slouched and let herself just be Carol, instead of Captain Marvel.

You sighed heavily when you got the clasp done, smirking at Carol’s shiver at the action before pulling away, gently patting her shoulder and ‘accidentally’ brushing her neck while doing so, drawing another shiver.

“You two seriously need to date.” Natasha commented from the doorway, wearing a dress similar to yours but much more revealing and in a blood red shade, her hair and makeup was done heavily, showing off her features and emerald green eyes.

“I swear that’s the thirtieth time I’ve heard that today!” You groaned, sitting in front of the mirror with your makeup set as Carol waited.

“I wonder why,” Nat muttered, then came inside and helped you put the makeup on.

“You counted?” Carol asked, trying to take her attention away from how Natasha was constantly touching your face while putting your makeup on.

“You didn’t?” You joked before Nat chastised you to stay still.

“We have 15 minutes left.” Nat stated after finishing your makeup, she had given you a fairly natural look, similar to the one you usually had but she emphasized your features much more than you did, and put on a shade of lipstick the same color as her dress, making Carol burn with jealousy but at the same time, it made you look just that much more attractive.

“We’ll be there.” Carol answered, practically telling Natasha to go away. She smirked and took the hint, bidding the two of you goodbyes before heading out. Carol knew the two of you were just friends, but still, it made her blood boil to have anyone touch you.

“Someone’s overprotective.” You dang jokingly, making your way over to Carol with your makeup set in your hand.

Carol shrugged and didn’t answer as you started doing her makeup, giving her a Smokey eye look and golden everywhere. Doing her makeup was almost a bit awkward this time, she kept staring at you instead of joking or anything else.

“Nat was right you guys need to get together.” Tony commented from the doorway as you finished putting Carol’s makeup on. You groaned. “I know, thirty first time right, but we have got to get started, you guys take the Audi, we’re all carpooling in the others.”

Tony threw you the keys and left. This was the fifth gala he had tried to set you up withCarol by making sure the two of you got maximum Time alone, and carol couldn’t be more oblivious.

“Well, we better go.” You stated, walking out the door with Carol, elbow locked with hers, causing more whistles.

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“This is more boring that any of the other ones.” You stated, plopping down next to Carol on one of the couches. Carol nodded and sat next to you.

“Least we can do is drink.” She answered, taking to glasses of neat whiskey from one of the waiters, handing one glass to you.

“Whiskey isn’t really my thing,” you said, setting the glass down on the coffee table and calling over one of the waiters carrying fav/alcoholic/drink. “Plus you can’t get drunk anyway.”

True, but Thor gave me two flasks with some really strong asgardian stuff in it.” Carol answered, pouring a few drops from the flask into the whiskey. “Mm perfect.” She praises, sipping it.

The two of you chatted over random things, mostly making fun of all other people at this stupid gala. A few random girls came over with drinks for the two of you, you looked at carol and Carol shrugged before giving one of the girls a beaming smile and accepting the drink, you mirrored her actions, scooting closer to all the while.

After about half an hour, the two of you were squished against each other by trying to get away from them but the two of you loved the attention. You were starting to get a bit nervous from one of the girls and sipped your drink while almost glaring at her. It was then you noticed one of the girls carol was flirting with her a little too close and slide a hand up her thigh, Carol suddenly squeezed your hand, you knew carol had a much shorter temper than you and decided to deal with it yourself.

“Back off.” You said sternly, squeezing carols hand back. Carol shot you a quick grateful smile before returning her attention back to the girl.

“And you are?” She spat, sipping Carol’s drink.

“Hi, I’m y/n, y/n l/n and it’s delightful to meet you.” You said sarcastically reaching a hand out for an unreturned handshake before continuing. “Unfortunately, Carol here isn’t as delighted by your presence so could you please leave her alone.” The girls flirting with you laughed harder than they needed to at your sarcasm.

The girl flared at you and got up, swaying her hips more than necessary to try to get Carol to chase after her, which she thankfully didn’t. You returned your attention back to the girls flirting with you, beaming at them once in a while and accidentally making Carol jealous.

You noticed when she let go of your hand and stomped offC leaving you surrounded by a bunch of flirtatious and yet rather pretty girls you didn’t know.

“Excuse me ladies.” You said politely, a few of them waved at you before I at you before involving themselves in a conversation you didn’t really care for.

“Carol! Wait!” You yelled after her, trying your best to run in stilettos after her, somehow she was much faster than you at running in high heels than you were. She didn’t stop but you managed to finally catch up with her grabbing her wrist and forcing her to stop the best you could.

“What do you want y/n?” She demanded, turning to face you, anger and jealousy written all over her face. You could feel her hand heating up but you held her there, trying not to make a scene at the entrance of Tony’s gala.

“Be with you.” You answered quickly, her hand was heating up a bit too fast.

“Hmm I’m pretty sure all of the other apparently gorgeous girls are waiting for you back there.” Carol commented angrily, struggling slightly against your grip.

“Do you really think I care about them?” You asked, Carol shrugged as her hands heated up more. “Damn.” You hissed, pulling your red, almost blistering hand away. You didn’t look at your hand, instead up at Carol whose face expressed more guilt than you’ve ever felt in your life.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?” Carol asked timidly, irritation almost gone from her voice.

“I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.” You assured her, then held the doorknob closed, effectively trapping Carol between the door and you. “Look, I’m sorry for giving a bunch of random girls attention instead of you, tell you what, let’s ditch this stupid gala and go to that bar you like in Tony’s car.”

“Spicy,” Carol joked, a smile on her face and you knew you were forgiven. You opened the doorknob, leading Carol out of the gala.

“Oh they are definitely going to end up dating today.” Clint commented, sipping his drink.

“You said that last week.” Maria added.

“They kissed.”

“‘Only to get away from the bad guys’ as y/n puts it.” Natasha said.

“It looked too intense for that.” Tony retorted.

“You were watching?” Pepper asked, watching the two of you head out.

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“Carol I swear the last time we did shots I ended up too drunk to walk.” You whined, leaning back against the stool at Carol’s favorite bar the city. It was fairly large to be honest, you were a bit overdressed but there were definitely people more overdressed than you.

“You won’t this time I promise.” Carol assured you, nudging the tequila your way.

“Fine,” You grumbled, watching Carol add some liquid from the flask into her drink before taking shots, repeating the action 2 times before you were almost drunk. You had enough to drown out all of your anxiety but any more would make you too wasted.

You settled for talking at the bar with Carol, until some creepy overdressed guy came over and started flirting with you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and inched away, only for him to slide a hand up your thigh.

Carol grabbed his wrist from across you, you leaned back on instinct as Carol slammed his hand on the counter forcefully, breaking one of the glasses in doing so. He said he would sue her, she shrugged and made sure he had a few more shots to forget before leaving him drunk at the bar.

“That was hot.” You joked, sipping some water thoughtfully as Carol sat down after making him chug vodka. She paid for the two of you and thanked the bartender for cleaning up. A song you didn’t know came up, it had a really slow beat, a lot of the dance floor paired up and slow danced.

“I love this song, we have to go dance.” Carol said excitedly, getting off her chair and grabbing your wrist before dragging you over to the dance floor, leaving you no time to answer.

“I don’t really dance.” You commented after Carol dragged you to the center of the dance floor.

“C’mon, you taught me how to.” Carol said, sliding one arm around your waist and joining your hands and holding them up with her other hand. You sighed and put your hand on her shoulder, looking into Carol’s eyes.

Her hazel eyes reflected all of the neon lights in such a way it made them look like they had a whole different, beautiful world in them. You smiled at her and leaned up to peck her cheek, making her blush. You decided then and there, you were in love with her, and you were probably the last person to find out.

“I love you.” You confessed, looking up at Carol intensely. Her heart melted as she gave you a soft smile, thinking you meant it platonically.

“I love you too.” Carol whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“No, not in that sense.” You muttered, trying to find a proper way to explain as Carol frowned down at you. “In the way that Tony loves Pepper, or in the way that, damn I can’t think of another romantic couple we know.” You muttered, trying to think of another couple and ignoring Carol’s shocked face, a tear slipped down her cheek, she couldn’t help it.

She had loved you, romantically ever since you stated she was your best friend, she knew she loved you whenever you were with her basically. Any time you cared for her, the way you treated her, she knew you were the one when you found out about her Kree past and instead of treating her like a monster, compared her to Darth Vader but quickly apologized, realizing that was insensitive and hugged her, terrified you’d hurt her.

Carol had always thought her love was unrequited, so she settled for being best friends. It was the closest to you she could get without messing anything up.

“I still love you too.” Carol answered, grinning at you. You frowned and caught her tear with the hand which was previously on her shoulder.

“Then why are you crying?” You questioned innocently, frowning at the tear before looking up at her.

“Because a few minutes ago, I was in love with someone who didn’t love me back,” Carol explained, her grin growing all the while. “Now, I’m in love with someone who loves me back.”

You grinned and leaned up to kiss her on the lips, like you had wanted to for some time. Carol kissed you back feverishly, hand letting go of yours and embedding itself in your hair. Your hands wrapped around her neck, pulling your bodies together as close as you could.

Carol’s lips tasted like whiskey and whatever liquid Thor had given her and the lipstick you’d lended her. You kissed her until you couldn’t breathe anymore, then leaning her head on her shoulder and swaying as she rested her head on top of yours.

“I’m so happy you’re mine.” You whispered against her neck, kissing it softly before pulling away and facing her, the neon lights lighting up Carol’s face beautifully.

“I was always yours.” Carol whispered back, pecking your lips as the two of you continued to dance the entire night.

A/N: This took me almost an HOUR, jesus christ. This was hardly what the anon wanted but i spent too long to delete it so it might be kinda bad.

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maggotzombie · 4 years

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LIEBE LIESE: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪ – 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇

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LIESE SIGHS and blows a loose strand of hair from out of her face. She’s bored out of her mind.

The association she works for is throwing a benefit gala to raise funds for the treatment of children with leukemia and research of the disease. It has been draining since she had to prepare a speech but she’s just a doctor, only good with medicine, not words. So, speaking beautiful and meaningful things in front of people and a bunch of celebrities is worse than sitting through a film from the Saw franchise.

She’s probably just overreacting, though. But it certainly isn’t fun going to events like this straight from a 13-hour shift. Liese hasn’t slept in the last nine hours, she hasn’t eaten in forever and the remaining three hours of the shift had been a hellish roller coaster. Try to do that and hold a smile while mingling around to talk about the wonders of the project. With a bit of luck, she could get two or three signed checks.

Liese approaches the bar area and sits down the empty glass of liquor. “Whiskey, neat,” She orders, glancing at the bartender before looking back at her phone.

The woman had long abandoned the champagne.

“Same as the lady’s,” A male voice says from her side.

Out of politeness, Liese acknowledges the man’s presence by looking at him and smiling briefly. He stares at her with interest as she thanks the bartender for the drink and simply moves away, without even taking a second look at him.

‘Just more thirty minutes and I’ll finally leave’, Liese thinks to herself, stepping out on the empty balcony.

It’s freezing, that’s why it’s empty, but the woman isn’t bothered by it. She walks towards the railing, resting both hands on the cold stone. The chilly wind makes her realize she’s a bit drunk which is no surprise since she’s been nursing glasses of champagne and whiskey for the past two hours with an empty stomach.

“What a lady like you is doing all alone in the cold?” The deep voice makes her turn as the man from the bar approaches.

“What does make you think I’m alone?” She asks, looking at him and accepting the flirtation. “I’m with you, am I not?” The woman raises an eyebrow, sipping the brown liquor, and he smiles.

“Yes, you are,” He agrees. “I’m Henry Cavill and I believe you are Dr. Liese Hartmann, correct?” He frowns.

“I am,” She nods. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cavill,” Her light brown eyes stay focused on his face.

Henry gives her a warm smile. “I must congratulate you. It was a brilliant speech.”

“Oh, please,” Liese scoffs, rolling her eyes and looking away. “Now I know you really want something from me because praise that tells a lot. And it’s desperation,” She chuckles to not sound as rude as her words seemed.

The man chuckles as well, taking a step closer to her.

“Not at all,” He starts. “I can tell how passionate you’re about your work from what you’ve said.”

“Well, I’ll give you that,” The woman nods, raising her glass.

Henry clicks their glasses, and they sip their drinks without breaking eye contact. Liese licks her lips, and the man stares at it immediately as she places her glass back on the stone railing.

“So what kind of lady am I?” She asks, eyes focusing back on his.

He panics slightly as he minds go blank but before he knows, he’s talking. “You’re very smart, witty and you obviously pour your heart into your work,” The man wets his lips quickly and Liese part hers, tilting her head slightly and resting her glass in front of her chin. “Besides all of that, you’re gorgeous. You change the atmosphere of the room you’re in and it isn’t the red dress nor the silver hair,” He says. “Don’t get me wrong, they’re very interesting but you’re much more than the beautiful exterior. You’re simply genuine about everything.”

Liese keeps a stoical gaze until she cracks a side smile. “So you can read people?” She raises an eyebrow and he shrugs with a smirk. “Very well. So you understand why a lady like me sees no problem in being alone. In fact, our own companionship is more than enough,” Liese finally sips her drink.

“I do,” Henry nods.

“However, it doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy being with someone else at times,” The woman adds, moving to sit down at the sofa on the edge of the balcony.

“That’s good to know,” He says, following behind her.

She crosses her leg, adjusting the fabric to cover a bit more of the exposed skin from the split.

Henry simply pops open the button to his suit jacket. “Are you cold?” He frowns again, gazing at her uncovered shoulders and arms.

“I’m hungry,” She says confesses right away.

The man laughs heartily, tilting his head back, shoulders shaking and all. “Is there something I can do to help with that?” He asks.

“I don’t think so,” Liese replies, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Why is that?” He keeps the handsome smile on his face.

“Because you seem too fit,” She boldly pokes his chest with her index finger and his eyes follow it before he erupts in laughter again.

“Wow,” The man wiggles his eyebrows. “Nobody ever insulted me by saying I’m in a good shape,” He points out.

“Well, I’m craving for a burger and it doesn’t seem your choice of food,” She says with a slight head shake, and he gives her a weird look. “Women don’t need to be pregnant to crave food,” Liese explains, rolling her eyes.

“I eat burgers,” Henry defends himself. “Not always, but I do,” He emphasizes it.

“Is it cheat day?” The woman smirks at him, flirting hard.

“If you want to,” He says, keeping her gaze until he stands up. “Come on, we can get it on the way.”

“To where?” She frowns, looking up at him.

“Why don’t we find out?” He replies, offering a hand.

Liese stares at him for a second before slowly opening a smirk and accepting his hand. She picks her clutch and leaves her glass of whiskey on the coffee table by the side of Henry’s before taking his hand. Once standing up, he motions for her to lead the way, and she does.

The ballroom now seems extremely too hot and it’s hard to breathe. Liese doesn’t bother to say goodbye to anyone, she simply walks towards the exit with the man following behind her.

“Dr. Hartmann,” Someone calls, and she halts, raising her head to look at the source: a photographer. “Mr. Cavill,” He says, after recognizing the man. “A photo, if I may?” He asks.

Henry looks at Liese, waiting for her answer as he puts his phone back into the inside pocket of the suit jacket. “Of course,” The woman politely smiles, back into the sweet doctor persona.

She transfers her clutch to the left hand and adjusts her skirt, making the split side of it more apparent. Liese looks back at Henry, and he gets closer, placing his hand on the small of her back. They look at the camera and a photo is taken. The woman then leans back against Henry’s body and puts a hand on her waist, sticking her exposed leg further out. This time, the photographer takes several photos of them.

“That’s it. Thank you so much,” The man with the camera says with a nod.

“Sure,” Liese smiles again.

“Very nice speech, doctor,” The photographer continues.

“Oh, you’re very kind,” She looks down, holding her skirt to not stumble upon it. “Have a good night,” She offers another smile.

“For you guys as well,” He says.

“Thanks, mate,” Henry nods at him, following the woman. “It looks like our getaway is no longer a secret,” He whispers to her, keeping his hand on her back.

She looks at him with an amused smile. “Is that a problem?”

“Oh, not at all,” He shakes his head. “I am lucky that a lady like you wants to be seen with me,” Henry keeps up with the joke, and she actually laughs for the first time.

“Well, I will be seen with you, yes,” Liese gives him a look with a smile, then motions to the expecting fans waiting outside with her head.

“Oh,” He says, looking at the crowd that hasn’t recognized him yet.

“Yup,” The woman nods, turning to face him. “Did you drive here?”

“No, but I have a car waiting. He should be here by now,” Henry replies, looking around as people start to scream for him. “There he is,” He motions to a sleek black SUV with a driver waiting outside, looking at them.

“Oh, Chris,” Liese smiles at the sight of the driver and waves, getting a small smile and a wave back.

Henry is surprised by two things: first, she knows him, and secondly, he never saw the man’s features change from the permanent scowl. Oh, and they work together for quite some time now.

Girls scream his name louder and security has to stop them from getting to him. “I’ll be there in a second,” He says to her.

The woman nods and lets him to his devices, walking towards Chris. “Dr. Hartmann,” The driver greets her, opening the backseat door for her.

“You know you can call me Liese, Chris,” She chides him but with a smile, giving him a quick kiss on the cheeks. “How are you? It’s been quite some time!”

As usual, he accepts the warm greeting awkwardly. “It does, dr Har…” He stops himself at her raised eyebrow. “Liese,” He concedes with a contained chuckle. “I’m very good, thank you for asking. How about you, ma’am?”

“Not even my mum likes to be called ma’am but I’m fine as well,” She replies and the driver chuckles more naturally.

“It’s nice seeing you,” He confesses.

“Yes, I couldn’t agree more!” Liese smiles widely.

“Uhm…” Chris pauses, glancing at the celebrity who employs him. “If you don’t mind…”

The woman interrupts him by shaking her head and waving her hand dismissively. “You know I don’t. Speak freely,” She says, looking at him with the same smile.

“Are you joining Mr. Cavill tonight?” He asks, focused on her.

“Only if you say it’s fine,” Liese replies truthfully.

The driver’s eyes almost pop out from its sockets. “Dr. Hartmann!” He says in astonishment.

She smiles. “You know what I mean,” The woman moves a strand of hair to the side. “You probably know him better than I do. Is there something that I should know?” She raises an eyebrow.

“No,” Chris shakes his head, understanding her concern. “He’s a very nice guy, humble. Definitely different from other famous people I worked with but in a good way,” He informs her.

Liese nods and smiles. “Then, yes. I’m joining him,” She confirms, and he nods. “How’s little Michael, by the way?” Liese frowns slightly.

They didn’t realize the man approaching him and, gladly, he only catches the last sentence. ‘Who’s Michael now?’ Henry thinks to himself as he walks towards the woman and his driver.

Chris doesn’t have the opportunity to answer as he looks at the actor. “Are we ready?” He asks.

“Yes, sir,” The driver nods.

Henry gives him a look. “I told you Henry is enough,” He says.

Liese chuckles at it and Chris looks at the couple. “My apologies, sir.”

“That is also prohibited,” The man says, reaching out a hand for Liese. “Let me help you in.”

She gathers as much of the dress fabric as she could, accepting Henry’s hand. He, too, raises her skirt to free her feet but careful enough to not expose her. Liese scoots over to behind the driver’s seat and adjusts her dress as Henry slides in by her side.

“How do you know Chris?” He asks quickly as the man walks around the vehicle.

“We worked together,” She replies promptly, putting on the seat belt. “He’s an EMT and a great one,” Liese adds.

His eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “I didn’t know that,” He confesses as Chris opens the door. “Chris, why didn’t you tell me you’re an EMT?” He asks the man right away.

“Oh, I thought you already knew, sir,” The man says, putting his own seat belt. “I’m also an Army veteran. That’s exactly why miss Garcia hired me.”

“Whoa. I don’t know shit,” Henry says, shaking his head and the woman chuckles. “Oh, don’t call Dany ‘miss Garcia’ in front of her.”

“I wouldn’t do that again!” Chris shakes his head, remembering what happened when he did that for the first time. Henry chuckles. “Where should I go?”

“First food for the lady and then straight home,” He instructs. “I think the only place open right now is McDonald’s, though,” He looks at the woman by his side.

“McDonald’s it is,” She says and the driver nods once again, moving the car.

“So you two met when Chris worked as an EMT?” The man asks her with a slight frown after they pull out the ballroom.

“I convinced him to become an EMT, actually,” Liese replies. “Many years ago Chris and his wife rushed to the ER with their infant son, Michael, who choked on food. I was the attending physician but Chris was the one who saved his son. He cleared Mike’s airways as much as he could until I got him.”

“Wow. And then you become an EMT?” Henry looks at his driver.

He nods. “Dr. Hartmann doesn’t take no for an answer,” He says.

At McDonald’s drive-thru, the doctor orders food for her and the two men – against their will, for the record – saying to Henry that she won’t share hers. Beside the Big Mac, the woman gets herself a mint Matchmaker McFlurry which she manages to eat it all before getting to wherever they’re going. It wasn’t planned, but she saw an advertisement and got curious about it instantly. For Henry, she gets a Big Tasty with Bacon and large fries with coke for Chris.

The car parks in front of a mews house in South Kensington and Henry hops out of it, reaching out a hand for her. Liese struggles to hold the empty foam cup as well as the brown paper bag with her food without tripping over her dress.

“Oof,” The woman breathes out, clutching on to Henry’s shoulder to steady herself on five-inch stiletto heels.

The muscular arm around her waist also helps a lot.

“Allow me to take this, Dr. Hartmann,” Chris says, picking the empty foam cup from her hand.

“Thanks,” She smiles. “Oh, my clutch,” She turns back to the car, bending over the backseat to retrieve the small purse.

“Got it?” Henry asks, trying his best to not stare at her rear.

“Uh-huh…” The woman replies before even reaching the purse. Raising her leg a little bit, she finally retrieves the item. “Got it,” She says, pushing herself back into her feet.

“Wonderful,” He says, holding her at arm's length and turning to the driver. “Thanks, Chris. Have a good night.”

“Bye, Chris. It was nice seeing you,” She says to the man, holding onto Henry’s arm.

“You too, Dr. Hartmann,” The driver replies, closing the backseat door. “The new hair color is very nice, by the way.”

“Thank you,” She genuinely smiles at him. “And it’s Liese.”

Chris chuckles. “Have a good night.”

The woman waves as he gets into the car, walking alongside Henry towards his front door. As he unlocks it, an eager dog whimper can be heard from outside and the massive bear greets them with a wagging tail. The man sustains his weight as he jumps on him and Liese slips inside the house. The dog quickly shifts his interest from his owner to her which she gladly accepts.

“Oh my God, hey!” She smiles, immediately kneeling down to pet him. “Du bist das Bärchen, nicht ich,” Liese whispers to the pet in her native language and the man frowns at it. “Nein, McDonald's kann du nicht haben. Es tut dir nicht gut,” She says as the dog gets interested in her food bag.

“Ok, Kal,” Henry starts. “Give her some space,” He says to the dog and he obeys, walking away.

“He’s so adorable,” The woman says with a smile, accepting the hand to help her stand up.

Once she gets to his eye level, Liese gasps in surprise as the man pushes her against the door, pinning her. His lips cover hers immediately and she melts into his mouth. A small moan escapes her mouth when Henry’s tongue slips into it. At the sound, he squeezes her against the wood even harder, almost feeling every inch of her small frame with his body. The kiss is slow even though they both want it desperately since they were at that freezing balcony.

“That ice cream does taste good,” Henry whispers into her lips. “Who would have thought that mint and whiskey are a good match?” He adds and Liese chuckles.

“Well, I told you so,” She says, eyes locked on his and that’s when she notices it, even in the dark. “You have sectoral heterochromia!” The woman muses, surprised to not have seen it before.

“What?” He chuckles.

“The brown bit in your beautiful blue eyes,” The doctor explains. “That’s sectoral heterochromia.”

“Oh, that,” Henry smiles, moving to turn the lights on. “I forgot you’re a doctor,” He adds, looking back at her. “You really like your ridiculously difficult words.”

“I’m a consultant physician. You should see pathologists,” Liese shakes her head slightly, making him chuckle. The man grabs her hand and leads her to the kitchen. As Henry turns the lights on, the woman’s stomach rumbles loudly. “Oh, God,” She makes a face, putting a hand over it.

“When was the last time you ate something?” He asks, watching her sitting on the countertop.

“I’ll sit here,” She informs instead of asking. “I don’t know,” The woman answers the question, crossing her legs and searching for her food into the bag. “I was working a thirteen-hour shift and then went straight to the gala.”

“Are you serious?” Henry asks, peeling off his jacket suit.

“Uh-huh,” She nods, finally biting into the big burger.

The man proceeds to take off his tie, leaving it over the sofa’s backrest, and then unbuttons enough of his dress shirt to see muscle under it. “Kal, don’t,” He says to the dog who eyes the tie in interest. “Get out of there,” Henry tells him, folding his sleeves.

The dog has ruined enough amount of his ties since Henry got him.

“Kal,” The woman whispers. “Why do I recognize this name?” She asks to herself with a frown before shaking her head.

Henry turns back to her. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Milk,” Is the prompt answer.

He frowns. “Milk?” He says, getting it from the fridge anyway. "That's an odd combination."

“Well, I had enough of liquor today. This is supposed to make me not have a hangover tomorrow morning,” Liese explains, accepting the full glass he’s offering.

“Smart,” He leans against the kitchen island right in front of her and grabs one of her ankles.

Liese watches as he starts to unfasten the stiletto heels’ strap from her ankle. “I’m a doctor, right?” She raises an eyebrow as he looks up at her with a smile on his face.

“You say you are,” He replies, massaging her free foot with one hand while the other puts the shoe on the counter beside her. “But how can I be sure?” Henry asks playfully, grabbing her other ankle and doing the same thing.

The woman gently puts her burger down, reaching out to her clutch and getting her hospital ID from it. “How about this?” She puts it on his face as he massages her other foot. “Oh, that feels so good,” The woman moans unintentionally.

“St. Thomas, you’re fancy,” He teases her, smiling widely. “It can be fake, though.”

Liese rolls her eyes. “Okay,” She looks up, trying to think of something while chewing. “Ask me anything then.”

So he does. “Will you sit on my face tonight?” Henry looks at her with the most innocent eyes and squeezing her calf.

She laughs. “Is that what you wanted to ask all this time?”

“Maybe,” He blinks naively at her.

“Then eat your burger so you can be strong enough to bear me,” She says, motioning to the junk food sitting on the counter.

“Oh, you are this feisty?” Henry continues teasing, picking the boxed burger.

“Don’t you wanna find out?” Liese teases him too, running her foot down on his abs.

She reaches really low but never gets to his crotch then crossing her leg again in a much sexier way. The expression on his face when he looks up at her again is so amusing that Liese can’t hold her laugh.

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— CHAPTER II: PILLOW TALK

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x ofc #the witcher #geralt #geralt of rivia #Mission: Impossible Fallout #august walker #man of steel #superman #clark kent #captain syverson #sand castle #liebe liese

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galadrieljones · 4 years

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As You Were (Chapter 7)

Fandom: The Last of Us | Pairing: Joel x OC | Content: Fix-it | Rating: Mature

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When Joel and Ellie take a wrong turn on their journey from Pittsburgh to Wyoming, they find themselves lost in what feels at first like a time warp: a beautiful place with a dark and dangerous secret. While there, they meet Cici and Noah, a mother and son fighting tirelessly for survival, and who have recently endured a terrible tragedy on their family farm. Amidst their joint desire to find hope for the future, the two groups decide to set out west together, changing the course of the story (as we know it), and the very course of their lives.

This is an AU, starting after the events of the Summer chapter in the first game, and extending into the timeline of the second game. Joel lives.

Chapter 7: Interlude I (Storm)

“Just admit you love it,” said Ellie. “Don’t be a bitch.”

She and Noah were in the back house as the rain pounded down on the roof. Neko Case was playing. In the past two weeks since arriving in Jackson, they had rigged up the stereo but not the space heaters. It was still the dog days of summer. Noah would just light a fire in the stove at night, because it was faster. And if it got too cold, they could just go to the main house and crash on the living room floor anyway.

“I will not deny that this is good shit,” said Noah. They were talking about the music, on the stereo. “You can count on me.”

“I love this music,” said Ellie. Every dial tone, every truck stop, every heartbreak, I love you more. “It’s pure.” She flopped back onto the bed and closed her eyes. “It sounds like water. I wonder if Joel knows about Neko.”

“Probably,” said Noah. He was on the floor, sawing two-by-fours. He wanted to make an end table. It had been a while since he’d done any sort of carpentry. “He knows a lot of weird shit about music.”

“Does Cici know Neko?”

“Maybe? Though we didn’t have any of this back at the house.”

Ellie stared up at the ceiling. They had stuck a bunch of glow-in-the-dark stars up there, loot from the Wal-mart back in Nebraska. Elsewhere on the walls there were posters and drawings by Ellie and maps that Noah had collected from their various stops, all along the I-80.

“Do you think this place will last?” said Ellie. “Jackson. Do you think it’s legit?”

“I hope so,” said Noah.

There was a knock on the door then. Ellie sat up straight, had switched her knife open just to look at it. “Who is it?” she said.

“It’s Dina. From the bonfire?”

Dina was a surprise. Ellie swung her feet around, over the side of the bed, electrocuted, and failed to speak.

“Hang on,” said Noah. He got up, set the saw on the kitchen table, which was stacked mostly with books. He opened the door, and there was Dina, standing like a picture, hands shoved in her pockets in her green hoodie.

“Hey,” she said. “You’re Noah, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “And you’re Dina.”

“Is Ellie here?”

“Yup. Come on in.”

Dina stepped inside, shook off the rain. Meanwhile, Ellie was just standing there with her knife still out, like she was going to stab someone. “Hey,” she said.

“You okay?” said Dina.

“What?” said Ellie. She looked down at the blade, blushing awkwardly, then she put it away into her pocket. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. What’s going on?”

“I just came because Maria got a call on the radio,” said Dina. Her hair was tied back tightly off her face. “Joel and Tommy are stuck at one of the lookouts over in town, because of the storm. They’re fine, but they’ll probably be gone till morning. She wanted me to let you know.”

“Why didn’t she just come herself?” said Ellie.

“Oh,” said Dina. “Well, I was there. I offered.”

“I should go tell my mom,” said Noah.

“Why don’t you just call her?” said Ellie. “On the walkie.”

“I could,” said Noah. He put on his sneakers. His hair was getting longer. Kind of floppy behind his ears. “But with it storming like this, she’s probably already worried.”

“Yeah,” said Ellie. “Nevermind. You’re right.”

“I’ll be back,” he said.

“See ya,” said Dina.

Once he was gone, Ellie and Dina stood in the room, just looking at each other. The thunder went off in the distance, bellowing somewhere over the mountain, low and mean. But it was just a storm, thought Ellie. Just a storm.

“So, how’s it going?” said Dina, eventually. She had her hands behind her back.

“Pretty good,” said Ellie. “How’s it going with you?”

“Not bad. Do you remember me, or…?”

“Of course,” said Ellie. She went over to the makeshift kitchen. There were some cokes in the cooler that she and Noah had salvaged a few days before. “You want one?”

“Hell yeah,” said Dina.

They opened their cokes and drank them sitting in bean bag chairs, listening to the music and the rain for a while. The soda was sort of flat, but they didn’t care. It tasted delicious. “This music is good,” said Dina. “It’s pretty, kind of country. What is it?”

“It’s this lady, named Neko Case,” said Ellie. She was wearing an old shirt, blue, with a surfer on the front and the words Cowabunga, dude. “I just discovered her actually. She’s really awesome. I think this album came out like, a week or so before the shit hit the fan in 2013?”

“Seriously?” said Dina.

“Yeah,” said Ellie. “Me and Noah have actually been scavenging all the best albums from that year, from like music stores and stuff. We’re trying to get as complete of a collection as possible.”

“That’s so neat,” said Dina. She held her coke with both hands, looking down at her thumbs. “You’re like really cool historians.”

“Sort of,” said Ellie. “But that’s being generous.”

They sipped.

“So, tell me something,” said Dina after a little while. Her voice changed, like she had gained confidence all of a sudden. “What’s the deal with you guys. Is Noah your real brother who you magically found after ten years of separation, or is that just a rumor?”

“It’s a rumor,” said Ellie. “Noah is just…we’re not related.”

“Well you guys seem like siblings.”

“We’ve been through a lot,” said Ellie. “Maybe that’s what people are sensing.”

“There’s definitely a bond there.”

“I don’t have any real siblings, that I know of at least,” said Ellie. “Do you?”

“Not anymore,” said Dina. Her eyes were very brown, like little mud puddles. Dina was an open book.

Noah came in the door then, loudly, and soaking wet. He was like a giant dog sometimes, stomping through the house. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “It is fucking pouring.”

“Yeah, we know,” said Dina.

“I’m gonna head out,” said Noah. He started rummaging through the bureau by the door, tugged a gray hoodie over his head, and then he yanked the drawstrings until the hood closed almost totally around his face so you could only see his nose. He looked like a too-tall alien. It was funny.

“Head out where?” said Ellie.

“To Jesse’s,” he said, loosening the hood. “You guys wanna come?”

“What about Cici?” said Ellie.

“She’s already on her way,” said Noah. “She was getting ready to leave when I went over there.”

Dina was looking down into her can again, as if it were full of secrets.

Ellie said, “Dina, you wanna go?”

The rain kicked up outside. It seemed like it wouldn’t let up for hours. Dina drank the last of her coke and set the empty can down on the floor. She stood quickly and smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt. “Sure,” she said. “Let’s do it.”

“Sweet,” said Noah.

***

“So you just went on up there, to La Crosse, with the boy,” said Tommy, feet crossed up on the coffee table. They were getting old and half-high from the cigarettes. “No questions asked.”

“No questions asked,” said Joel, finishing his cigarette. “It wasn’t like back in Boston.”

“What changed?”

“Noah kind of—he reminded me, of me. He needed to convince himself of something, maybe it was just to do with figuring out what was happening to his town, maybe it was a test. I don’t know. But he’s a good kid, and I didn’t want him going down the wrong path.”

“And Cici, what was her deal, back then?”

Joel leaned back in the chair, sinking. It was in tatters and the bottom was practically falling out. He said, “To be quite honest, she was a complete mystery to me. Still is."

"Ain't they all."

"Noah's much more forthcoming," said Joel. "Maybe too forthcoming, I don't know. Maybe it's a good thing, because he gets Ellie talking, even when she don't want to. Cici and me, we got along fine in the beginning, but it was like anything in a situation like that. It took us a while to become friends.”

Tommy started laughing. “Guess it must be hard for you, big brother. Meeting your match like that.”

Joel just ashed his cigarette on the table as the storm raged outside.

“Well, I am glad you came back,” said Tommy, quiet. “To Jackson. When you all came through the first time, I really didn't know. I didn't know if we'd see you again. But we really needed you guys. And it’s good to—well, it’s just good to be together again, ain’t it?”

Joel took a drag, looking down at his knuckles. “This is a nice place you’ve built here, little brother. I'm sorry if it ever seemed like I doubted you. You and Maria have done good work.”

“Thanks,” said Tommy, placing his boots back on the ground. “Now, tell me what the hell happened next. Who the hell were these Circle of the Holy Signal motherfuckers? And what the hell did Cici say happened back at the farm—with the Amish girl?”

Joel smiled to himself as if recalling a joke out of the blue. “Brace yourself,” he said.

***

At Jesse’s, Cici sat alone on the covered back porch, looking up into the storm. She had a glass of whiskey, locally distilled in a barrel on the other side of the compound. Jackson made her think of home, filling her with unwanted memories, and a mild anxiety. Jesse’s parents had a dog named Cinderella. She was a black Schipperke mix, little and spry. She came along and licked Cici's hand where she sat, looking up at her expectantly, all wet from the rain.

“You want to be inside, don’t you?” said Cici. She smiled and patted the dog behind the ears. The little dog had brought her back down to earth, out of the raging sky. “Me, too. Let’s ditch this weather.”

Back in the house, the kids were in the living room, drinking soda and exchanging stories of the past. Noah and Ellie had arrived. They were sitting on the couch and waved when she came in. He had his arm slung around Ellie. She shared little of her life with the group, as usual, thought Cici, but she was always responsive and encouraging of others to share their lives with her. Dina was telling a story about New Mexico. Jesse watched her closely while leaning against the fireplace. There was music on the stereo, Fleetwood Mac.

Robin, Jesse’s mother, came along with a plate of chicken wings. “You want some?” she said.

“I'm good,” said Cici.

Robin took the plate out to the living room instead, set it on the coffee table where it would be devoured. Robin was a really nice woman and an excellent cook. She had always made Cici feel welcome. She pioneered most of the potlucks in town, and Jesse and Noah were becoming friends. That night, she had her hair down. She wore a hooded sweatshirt. She was a few years older than Cici, but that was inconsequential. “Where’s Joel?” she said.

“Him and Tommy got stuck at the lookout,” said Cici, sipping her whiskey. “Maria said they radio'd in. They’ll be back in the morning.”

"You worried?"

Cici shrugged. "I'm trying not to be. Maria said everything was all clear. It's just the storm."

Robin seemed to understand this. “Jonathan is working in his greenhouse,” she said. “Guess it’s just the the women and children tonight.”

“What’s he up to?”

“They want to expand the soy crop,” said Robin. “They need to build more space. With summer running out on us, there’s a crunch.”

Cici had helped out some, with the farming. Though she was not as familiar with greenhouses. “Are storms common in the mountains, in late summer?”

“Yes,” she said. “What about in the midwest?”

“Very much,” said Cici. “The changing of the seasons bring chaos everywhere.”

“I hear that.” Robin’s laugh was deep. It was reassuring. “Jesse likes this group,” she said, looking at the kids in the living room, sniping at one another and eating chicken. “He fits in with them. I like them, too. They’re rascals, all of them.”

“It’s good,” said Cici, “to see Noah, like this. With other teenagers. Just hanging out. For a long time, I was worried he would never have the chance."

“What about Joel?” said Robin. “How is he with Joel?”

Cici was staring at Noah. He had gotten taller, again. Just in that past year. She thought he might keep on growing forever, like one of those Giant Redwoods she had read about in childhood, the ones that lived way out in California. “He’s actually good,” she said. “He's always liked Joel. Joel was there for Noah, early on."

“That’s good.” Robin leaned past Cici to pick up a bottle of beer from the counter. She popped off the top and said, “Cheers. I’m glad you came tonight.”

“Me, too,” said Cici. They drank.

“Are you guys going to the softball game tomorrow?” said Robin.

“As long as the rain stays away, probably. Ellie mentioned something about making tee-shirts. She's pretty enthusiastic.”

Robin thought it was unironically a good idea. "I can help," she said.

Then the lights flickered, again, and then again. The rain was still heavy on the roof, and a hush fell over the room. Everybody looked around as if waiting for something to happen. Jesse paused the music and straightened up off the mantle. Noah was up, looking out the window. Ellie and Dina were looking at each other, as if making calculations in one another’s eyes about what to do next.

“It’s just the storm,” said Robin, as the tension died down. Jesse turned the music back on, and the talking resumed. “They are used to the worst case scenario. But you remember, don’t you, Cici? A time when a storm was just a storm.”

Cici watched Noah and Ellie. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it looked like he’d made some sort of stupid joke, and she was rumpling his hair, and they were laughing on the couch beneath the faint, white glow of the Christmas lights. They reminded her of puppies. When she was eighteen and pregnant, sitting on a river bank in Viroqua, WI, what had she imagined her life would become? Joel had said the same thing once, in a manner of speaking. When I was eighteen, I had a GED and two jobs, he’d said. Three, if you counted Sarah. She tried not thinking about him when he wasn't there.

There was a knock on the door then. It was Maria. At first, Cici was worried. But that was just the storm talking. Maria had a bottle of wine and a bowl of potato chips. Her hair was down, and she looked tired but pretty.

“Took you long enough,” said Robin.

“No rest for the wicked,” said Maria.

When Maria came into the kitchen, all the kids shouted HEY MARIA as raucously as possible, and everybody laughed and asked for her to hand over the chips. Maria was a stern woman but even she could not resist them.

***

Outside, later on, Ellie and Noah were sitting out on the porch. Noah was scratching Cinderella the dog behind the ears while Ellie sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, staring hard into the dark as if parsing its atoms, which screamed.

“So," said Noah. “What's going on with Dina?"

Dina was still inside the house with Jesse. They had gravitated toward one another as the night drew on.

“Nothing,” said Ellie, sighing. “I don’t know. Does it seem like something's going on?"

“She's nice,” he said. “You could tell me."

“I hardly know her,” said Ellie.

“That doesn’t always matter.”

“She likes Jesse anyway,” said Ellie. “I’m just some girl. I don’t fit.”

“Fit where?” said Noah.

Ellie laughed at this and shoved him in the shoulder. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” said Noah. “Where are you trying to fit?”

“I don’t know, Noah.”

“Is this a Riley thing?” he said.

“Please,” she said.

“Fine,” he said. Ellie was not an open book. “Well, I’ll still be your friend.”

“Oh, ha ha,” said Ellie, shoving him again, harder this time. He almost tipped in his chair, but that was on purpose. “Like you could unfriend me. You need me.”

He thought back to Moline, when they had found that arcade. It had been raining that night, too. He remembered the blood, gathering and running down the drain pipes, as if that's what they were meant for. “Let’s go inside before this storm gets the best of us,” he said.

***

On the Stereo:

"Calling Cards" by Neko Case "Magpie to the Morning" by Neko Case "Storms" by Fleetwood Mac

#the last of us #tlou #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #ellie tlou #joel tlou #dina tlou #jesse tlou #as you were #flash FORWARD

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katymacsupernatural · 5 years

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Providence

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Written For: @spnfluffbingo and @spngenrebingo

Squares Filled: Interior Designer AU(Fluff) Jensen Ackles (Genre)

Warnings: Little bit of angst, mentions of a previous assault

“Today’s the day,” you muttered to yourself as you poured your tumbler full of coffee. Your nerves were running high, but you were so excited as well. This job you had landed could make or break your entire interior design company, and you needed everything to go well. “Everything okay in there boss?” Your assistant, Emily, asked. “We’re needing to leave in five minutes to make it to the house on time.” Placing the lid on your coffee, you made sure you had everything you needed. Your tablet with all your ideas. Fabric swatches and paint samples. You had spent the last three nights staying up, making sure that this was going to be perfect. Emily walked with you down to the parking lot, climbing into the passenger seat while you slid behind the wheel of your sleek, black, Volkswagon. It wasn’t exactly prestigious, but it looked nice and had amazing gas mileage. It was only a ten-minute drive to the neighborhood where your potential client lived, and you went over the information with Emily one more time. “So we do not know this man’s name, they wanted to keep it private. But he is a well-known actor, moving back to Texas after a divorce. He bought this house, but wants it decorated to better suit him.”

“I wonder who it is?” Emily asked, clutching the paperwork tight in her hand. “Who’s had a divorce?” Shrugging your shoulders, you pulled into the subdivision. “I don’t know. I don’t keep up with all of those fake celebrities. But remember, we are here for business. We aren’t going to act all wide-eyed and nervous just because they’ve made a couple of movies.” “Of course,” Emily gulped. “But just imagine. A famous celebrity telling everyone else that 5 Point Designs made his house look absolutely stunning.” “I hope it happens that way,” you agreed just as you parked in front of the house. It was a large house, not that you expected any less. You had been sent pictures of the inside, but pictures never really did houses justice. It wasn’t ostentatious like you had expected. Instead, the large, two-story house was warm and inviting, with it's worn wood and stone design outside. Smoothing down your pantsuit, you let Emily carry the paperwork while you rang the doorbell. Pasting a smile on your face, you told yourself it was all going to go great. He was going to love your ideas, and this house would put your business on the map. The door opened, and you stuck your hand out, ready to shake hands and introduce yourself. But you froze when your name was uttered by a man you had never expected to see again. “Y/N?” “Jensen?” You whispered, your eyes searching the familiar angles of his face, your heart pounding in your chest. “What are you doing here?” He chuckled, his voice deeper, smoother than you had remembered. “This is my house. Come on in.” He stepped to the side, letting you inside the massive foyer. But the house isn’t what had your attention. It was focused solely on Jensen. He was dressed casually, in a lightweight henley, and faded ripped jeans. His feet were bare, his hair mussed as if he had just woken up from a nap. A beard was just forming on his face, framing his plump lips that you remembered so much. “It’s good to see you,” he spoke softly once you and Emily were inside. Emily was glancing between the two of you, no doubt trying to figure out what was going on. “Emily, why don’t you go get some coffee,” you found yourself saying, your eyes still caught in Dean’s gaze. “I think I have this handled.” She handed off the paperwork, taking your car keys, leaving you alone with the man who had once held your heart in his hands. “Let’s go into the den,” he suggested, leading the way. It gave you a chance to calm down. His shoulders were broader than you remembered, tapering down to those legs that had driven you crazy all those years ago. Once he had you sitting down on the grayish-blue couch, he strode back over to a liquor cabinet. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.” “Sure,” your voice warbled. “Still take it neat?” He asked, making your whiskey exactly as you liked. Handing if off to you, he sat down in the black armchair across from you, crossing his leg, acting as if your meeting again wasn’t affecting him at all. “So, you’re the interior designer Jared hired for me.” “Jared?” “My coworker. His wife knew of an interior designer, said she was new but did an amazing job. Didn’t realize it would be you,” Jensen spoke, his green eyes more like moss than you had remembered. “I can find someone else if that would be easier for you,” You started to say, utterly discombobulated. “I know there is a history between us and I…,” “Y/N, why did you leave all those years ago?” He asked, leaning forward, his whiskey glass barely hanging from his fingers. “We were good together, weren’t we?” "We were," you started carefully. "But we wanted different things. Jensen, I didn't want to hold you back." He stood up suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck as he started pacing. "Why would you have held me back?" You had never considered that this conversation would happen. The words were hard to come by. "You had found acting, and you were so good at it. You were going to California, and I knew things were going to go well for you. But that life wasn't for me." "That's a horrible excuse, and you know it!" He exclaimed, turning to face you. "We could have made it work. What was the real reason you left me?" You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, burning before they slid down your cheek. His face softened as he dropped to his knees in front of you. "Jensen, I wanted to tell you. Really I did. But I didn't know how to get the words out, so I just left." He reached up, brushing the tears from your face. His face was full of pain. "What couldn't you tell me? Y/N, I never got over you. I tried. Hell, I even got married. But she wasn't you, and I felt like I was living a lie." Sniffling, you dropped your gaze to your hands. "Jensen, do you remember the school's bonfire?" "Our senior year? Yeah, that's when I asked you to move to California with me." "Well..," you started crying then, the memories still painful. "I was assaulted. By the football captain." Jensen seemed shocked by your words. Kneeling back on his heels, he stared at you in dismay. "Frank? Why the hell didn't you say something? I would have beaten the bastard into a pulp." "That's why I didn't say anything," you whispered. "I knew you had big plans, and Frank's dad was the sheriff." "Damn it Y/N, I'm so sorry." Jensen's eyes were full of grief. "But Y/N, I wish you had told me." "You had this new life you were looking forward to. I felt broken, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't be happy and excited with you, so I did the only thing I could think of. I ran from you, from my problems. But my nightmares followed me, and it wasn't until a couple of years ago I finally started to feel like myself again." "And now?" He asked, sitting beside you on the couch. "Is there a boyfriend…," "Nothing. There had been. But there was always this one thing wrong with them," you said, staring up at him. "What was that?" "How could I give them my heart when you still had it?" Jensen's eyes widened slightly before he was pulling you towards him, his lips searching for yours. And you knew that this job was the big break you were looking for. Maybe not business-wise, but it had brought closure to one part of your life and hope for the next.

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destiel-love-forever · 4 years

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15.3 CODA: Part 2

Read part one [HERE]

Castiel wakes just as the sun is rising. Despite not getting much sleep, he feels rested and ready to take on the day. As rested and ready as possible under the circumstances, anyway. The coffee pot is full of dark liquid that’s still warm. A yellow sticky note is stuck to the front of the machine, neat writing informing him that Jody had to go into work early, and telling him to help himself to anything he needs until she’s back at four P.M.

After pouring himself a cup of coffee, Castiel walks over to the two large sliding glass doors by the kitchen table and heads outside. The air is cool and crisp, but it feels nice. Refreshing. Castiel leans on the railing of the wooden deck and looks out at the brilliant colors of the back yard. The leaves are breathtaking.

“It’s freezing out here,” Castiel hears from the sliding doors. He glances over his shoulder and forces a smile when he sees Claire standing there.

“I don’t mind.”

She gives him a critical look before stepping out onto the porch and offering him a blanket, hat, scarf, and mittens. When he stares at them instead of taking them from her, she rolls her eyes. “You’re such a doof. Come here.”

When Castiel approaches her, she tugs the burgundy hat over his head, then winds the scarf around his neck. He gets with the program and gives her his coffee so she can hold it while he puts the mittens on as well. After, she wraps the flannel blanket around his shoulders and pats him on the shoulder.

“Much better,” Claire declares. Castiel just now notices that she’s dressed similarly, her black jacket matched with a black hat, a gray scarf, and a pair of mittens that are black with white and gray polka dots. She gives him his coffee back and smiles. “Now, you go ahead and do your weird staring off into space thing that you were just doing, but when you’re done, come inside. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“We do?”

“Yup. All sorts of plans.”

“We have plans? You and I?” Castiel asks, trying to clarify.

She rolls her eyes. “And Alex, too, yup. Chop chop.”

With two claps of her mitted hands, she heads back inside. He stares at the sliding door for another moment before turning his focus back to the trees.

“What in the world could they have planned with me?” he asks the myriad of red, yellow, and orange.

The trees don’t answer.

Just another reason to hate Chuck.

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The first stop on their schedule is to a bakery. Castiel, Alex, and Claire all get something to drink and eat before hopping back in the car. As they drive, Claire and Alex talk to each other in a constant babble, letting Castiel be as he enjoys his hot cocoa and blueberry muffin. He's feeling much better now that his stomach is full and he's decently rested. Claire must be able to sense this, because she broaches the subject they've all clearly been avoiding as Alex pulls the car into a store parking lot.

"How are you, Cas? Jody said it was a rough night?"

"Rough few days," Castiel says quietly, looking down at his empty to-go cup. "I'll be fine, though. I am always fine."

There's a pause long enough for him to glance up. He finds that both girls are now frowning at him. "What?"

"Well, you're talking to two experts on pretending to be fine when you're really a fucking mess, so don't bullshit us," Claire says matter-of-factly.

"What Claire meant to say in a much kinder way, I'm sure," Alex says with an eye roll, "Is that you don't have to pretend with us. We don't have to talk about it, but feel free to do so. Or to just be sad or whatever else you feel like being. Okay?"

Castiel nods, understanding. "Okay."

"Great. Now, let's fix your coat."

Looking down at his trench coat, Castiel asks, “What’s wrong with my coat?”

“First of all, it’s thin, and you’re clearly more human now considering the way you scarfed down that muffin, so you need something warmer,” Alex explains. “It’s nearly winter now. You’re going to be too cold in that, Cas.”

“Oh.”

“Plus, that thing is atrocious, and old. My dad got that for Christmas when I was like… five. Time for a change, dude.”

Castiel doesn’t like change. He’s had enough damn change in his life recently. Eleven years ago, he commanded a garrison. He was one of Michael’s chosen few. Was given the privilege to save the righteous man. Michael’s true vessel. It was one of the highest honors.

He was respected.

He was feared.

Then he fell in love with humanity. With Dean, if we’re being honest. Those freckles that were like a galaxy on pale skin. Those green eyes that held so many questions and even more answers.

Castiel lost it all.

But he’ll tell ya what - he still has this trench coat. It’s been to hell and back - more than once. It’s all he has left.

That’s why, even though he’s shown multiple options, given at least a dozen eye rolls, and told twice that he’s a doof, Castiel walks out of the coat store with something very similar to his trusty trench coat, just made of wool instead so it’s warmer.

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Pumpkin patches are wondrous places. Castiel had assumed it'd be a small farm with pumpkins everywhere, but that's not the case. At least not here. Yes, there are pumpkins. Many, many pumpkins, all of different shapes, sizes, and even colors. But there are also apples - an entire orchard of gorgeous red apples. There’s a corn maze, which Castiel finds both entertaining and frustrating. He gets lost so many times before a five or six year old child takes pity on him by leading him out. It was still a lot of fun, even if Alex and Claire teased him for being terrible at it.

They went for a hayride, too. The farm provided them with big flannel blankets and hot cocoa as they rode in the back, brought around the entire farm, the man driving telling them fascinating information on the crops and harvest, as well as the history of the area and the farm. Then they got to pet the farm animals. Castiel became fond of a horse that enjoyed licking his face. He even giggled, which felt very good to be honest.

Of course, Castiel’s favorite part of their day at the farm was the Bakery & Farm Store. He’s never tasted anything so delicious. They sat at a little table for over an hour, stuffing their faces until Castiel nearly got sick. Between the three of them sharing their treats, they all tried apple cider donuts, cinnamon rolls, strawberry crepes, apple pie, strawberry cream cheese danish, chocolate covered croissants, strawberry rhubarb pie, blueberry muffins, and caramel apple pie. The little old lady running the place liked them so much, she shared her pumpkin pie recipe with Castiel, who promised he’d go home and make it that night.

They left the farm with seven pumpkins, two bags of apples, a dozen apple cider donuts - which were Castiel’s favorite - and caramel apples to-go. By the time Castiel got to the car, he was full, happy, and exhausted. It was the perfect combo to curl up in the backseat and take a little snooze during their long ride home.

He fell asleep smiling.

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Dean is wide awake despite it being the middle of the night. He's been stalking Castiel's Instagram. Yes. Instagram. Apparently Claire and Alex thought he needed one. Dean only has the damn thing to stalk Dr. Sexy MD actors, but now he's using it to stalk a certain falling angel he can't stop thinking about.

Since he saw the first picture, Dean has been refreshing the page every other minute. It had been a picture taken by Claire, which is how Dean originally came across it, with Castiel tagged in it. He was standing outside, wrapped in a flannel blanket and drinking something from a mug as he stared off at the colorful backyard. Claire's caption had been: Finally finding his peace.

That was at 4:07 P.M, though clearly it had been taken much earlier in the day.

Suffice to say, Dean has gotten nothing accomplished tonight. He hasn't even eaten dinner. All he's done is sit in his room, drink whiskey, and refresh the page.

At 4:37 P.M, there had been the first two photos uploaded by Castiel himself. One was of him reaching up to pluck a leaf off of a tree. The other was just his mitted hand holding the same leaf. The caption for the two was a simple: My favorite.

Dean ached at the fact he wasn't there. He wondered what Castiel's face looked like when he caught sight off this one perfect leaf. Wondered if he had smiled when he finally got it in his hands. Wondered if Castiel still had the leaf, or if he had easily tossed it onto the ground after the photo, just like Dean had done to him.

At 4:42 P.M, Claire uploaded a few photos. One was of Castiel in his new coat and winter gear Dean noticed in the previous photos. He was smiling at something off to the side, a pumpkin patch lined by colorful trees behind him. The next was of Castiel's mittens holding a blue travel coffee mug. Then a photo of Castiel's torso as he holds a pumpkin. Dean knew it was Castiel because of the tiny scar on his thumb. It was from nicking himself with an angel blade last week. With his lowered grace, it hasn't healed properly. Dean had to choke down a new wave of guilt at that reminder before he could look at the final photo. It was of the girls and Castiel around a table where they seemed to be carving pumpkins. They were laughing.

Castiel was wearing a new sweater.

At 5:13 P.M, Castiel posted a photo of a carved pumpkin. It was quite awful. The eyes were different sizes, the nose was partially cut out, but the piece of pumpkin was still stuck inside of it for some reason, and the smile was… unique. The caption was: Claire said I 'nailed it.'

Dean had to wait two hours for another photo. And that's what he did. He waited. Did nothing but drink and hate himself. And, of course, refresh the page.

At 7:22 P.M, Castiel finally posted another photo. It made Dean's heart skip. Well… the caption had, anyway. The pumpkin pie itself was a bit shaky, considering the darker-than-they-should-be edges. But the caption had brought tears to Dean's eyes. It would have tasted better with you.

Dean had tried calling Claire after that. Then Alex. Then Claire again. They ignored him. When he tried calling Jody, she sent a text back saying she was at work, asking if it was an emergency.

With a fresh glass of whiskey, he had waited.

At 8:36 P.M, Castiel posted two more pictures. One of someone making a s'more, a bonfire in the background. The other, two pairs of feet wearing wool socks as they rest up against the side of the fire pit. To the right were blue socks with little snowflakes on them. To the left were bright yellow socks covered in bumble bees.

Dean knew which one was Castiel.

The caption was a simple: Happy.

It made Dean curl into his pillow and cry.

The last one that Dean saw was at 11:57 P.M. It showed Castiel sitting on a bed, holding a purple mug with Witch Please written on it in one hand, and holding an open book in the other. He was in a gray hooded sweater, his legs covered with a blanket the same color as his gorgeous eyes. It was captioned: "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

It's at 3:09 A.M. that Dean realizes Castiel must have fallen asleep.

He crawls under the covers and closes his eyes after, heart racing even though it has no reason to be. It takes a while for the whiskey soaked exhaustion to win over his mind, but eventually Dean slips into a dream.

Castiel is there. In a pumpkin patch. He looks at Dean with a smile and hands him a beautiful leaf. "My favorite for my favorite."

And Dean kisses him.

He kisses him like his life depends on it.

He kisses him like he knows, deep down, that he'll soon have to wake up.

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strawberrymigraines · 5 years

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Whiskey, Neat

Pairing: Jesse McCree X Reader

Prompt: McCree is dragged to a club, and is instantly drawn to you. (Based off of a dream I had.)

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Swearing

Word Count: 3,842

Tagging: @billsexual @brykortreat

Jesse McCree hated these damn clubs.

They were always stuffy, filled with far too many people, and the drinks always cost an arm and a leg. He was dragged here by a few friends, who almost instantly ditched him to dance with a group of girls at the center of the dance floor. So, he stood against a column, sipping on his overpriced whiskey. Despite how uncomfortable he felt, he looked like a natural. He wore a dark red button up with the first two buttons undone to expose a bit of his chest, a pair of black tailored dress pants, and expensive leather dress shoes. His metal arm had just been polished, so it glistened brilliantly with the colors of the neon signs hung on the walls and the bar. The song playing was decent, and definitely better than what had been playing beforehand.

The club was relatively dark, but McCree was somehow still able to spot you in the crowd. He froze, his eyes focusing on your while you danced with his group of friends. The dress you had on was a beautiful royal blue, and the tiniest thing he had ever seen on a lady before. It was revealing, needless to say, and he almost felt guilty for staring at you in that article of clothing. Your hair was in your usual style, something carefree so it bounced with your movements. The stilettos you wore made him swallow, picturing the pointed heel of your shoes digging into the small of his back. You danced like nobody was watching, swaying your hips to the rhythm and grinding on his friend. The air felt electric when you finally glanced his way.

The hairs on the back of McCree’s neck stood straight up when your eyes locked together. The music seemed to stop, and everything else around you became a blur to him. He couldn’t see anyone else but you and your stunning face. His heart raced, and his ears became hot. He realized he had been staring for too long, and awkwardly raised his glass to you in a greeting. You flashed him a brilliant smile, lifting your hand and giving a small wave. You wiggled your fingers at him, and he found himself trying not to choke on his drink. You were just so damn cute.

Panic began to settle in as you excused yourself from your partner. You walked over to him, going through the crowd and to where he was leaning against the column. McCree knew you weren’t walking towards him. You couldn’t be. Someone as beautiful as you wouldn’t ever give him the time of day. But, his blood pressure shot up when you continued to make your way directly towards him. You reached him shortly, and gave him a beautiful smile.

“Hi!” You spoke loudly over the sound of the music. You gestured him forward with your hand. He leaned in so you could talk into his ear. “That looks almost empty, can I buy you another?” You offered.

God, you smelled amazing to him. The perfume you wore was floral, and not too heavy. It was the perfect compliment to your natural scent. McCree tried desperately to keep a level head, ignoring the urge to pull you by your hand and take you back to his condo. McCree cleared his throat, and spoke into your ear. “Sure. Whiskey, neat.”

You smiled, happy he accepted your offer. “Come with me, or I’ll get lost in this damn crowd!” You reached over to grab his hand gently. He felt goosebumps instantly rise on his arms at your touch. Your hand was so soft and warm, and gently held onto his own. Your rubbed your index finger against his calloused palm, tracing a small circle pattern into it as you led him to the bar. He wondered if you were touching him this delicately on purpose, trying to get a reaction from him.

Because it was working.

All McCree could think about was your delicate finger tracing along the growing erection in his pants. The way your warm fingers would glide against his veins, or how your hand could barely fit around his girth. He couldn’t help but imagine you down on your knees in front of him, your tongue rolling against his throbbing head.

McCree had to clear his throat once you two reached the bar. His mind had wandered too far. He was surely getting ahead of himself. You were just going to buy him a drink, and that was probably going to be it.

“Excuse me! Could I get a whiskey neat and a Shirley Temple?” You ordered, still holding onto McCree’s hand.

Someone was trying to walk behind the two of you, so he let go of your hand. McCree came to stand directly behind you as you leaned against the bar, putting both hands on the counter so the stranger could fit through. McCree was mindful to make sure you had a space between you two as to not make you uncomfortable, but you surprised him by arching your back and sticking your ass out. Your ass came to firmly press against his crotch, and you leaned further against the counter. You made yourself comfortable, shifting your weight from leg to leg. Your ass cheeks grinded against the growing bulge in McCree’s pants. His cheeks flushed, and he finally smirked. Looks like the two of you were on the same page.

“A bit impatient, aren’t we?” He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I know what I want, cowboy. And that’s you.” You turned your head to smile up at him. McCree’s member throbbed at the smug look on your face. You knew exactly the kind of effect you had on him, and you were using it to play him like a fiddle.

“You know, I have a nice bottle of whiskey back at my place.” You offered.

McCree grinned. “Really, now? Well, what are we waitin’ around here for?”

You turned to face him, reaching down to hold his hand once again. You led him away from the bar, and McCree couldn’t stop himself from smiling like an idiot. It was difficult for him to believe you found him in this huge crowd, and how the two of you instantly knew exactly what you both wanted. McCree gave your hand a squeeze, and you two hurried out of the loud club.

“My name’s Y/N.” You told him, turning to smile back at him once you were both outside. “Your’s?”

“Jesse. Jesse McCree.”

The drive to your apartment was short and sweet. You parked in your designated spot, and led him upstairs. The two of you entered your clean and modern sanctuary, and you sat your keys and cellphone on the kitchen counter.

“Make yourself at home, Jesse.” You told him as you walked to your liquor cabinet to grab that bottle of whiskey.

“Nice place ya got here.” McCree smiled as he walked over to your white couch, sitting down to watch you in the kitchen. He rubbed the back of his head, feeling flustered from hearing how sweet you said his name.

“Thanks!” You walked over to him with two glasses and the bottle of whiskey. You sat the glass down in front of him. You poured the liquor for him, and he smiled. McCree took the glass from you, and the two of you clinked glasses together. “Cheers!”

You watched this ruggedly handsome cowboy lift his glass to his perfect lips. McCree tipped it back slowly, swallowing the golden contents. You watched his throat, finding yourself drawn to how his Adam’s apple bobbed. You took a sip of your own whiskey, admiring the flavor of the alcohol. It wasn’t your favorite, but you certainly didn’t mind it. Especially with good company.

One of your hands reached over and slowly slid against his thigh. McCree chuckled at how forward you were with him. Your warm hand slid further and further up his inner thigh until you reached his crotch. When your warm fingers brushed against the start of his growing erection, he tipped the glass back. He downed it in one go, giving a faint groan at the burn that coated his throat. He set the glass down on your coffee table, and his hands reached for you. He grabbed your waist, and you quickly sat your glass down beside his own. McCree’s large hands wrapped around you, and he pulled you directly into his lap. He forced your legs apart, so your bodies were pressing against each other. You leaned your head down with a smile, planting a kiss on his lips. His beard and mustache pricked your face, but you enjoyed the sensation.

McCree returned your kiss with the same urgency, his mouth warm and tasting of whiskey. You could smell the faint scent of tobacco on his clothes, and the light cologne he wore that complimented his scent. He forced your lips to part with his tongue, and you shuddered as it slid against your bottom lip. You ran your hands through his soft brown hair, your tongue slipping from your mouth to greet his own. He tasted delicious against you, and you desperately craved more of him.

His large hands moved down your body, stopping at your ass. He squeezed your cheeks with each one of his hands, enjoying how you shuddered against his touch. Your head was buzzing, and your face felt hot as you began to grind your hips. Your crotch pressed and slid against his growing member. McCree bucked his hips in response, his manhood throbbing against your body. You continued to grind your hips against him, every fiber of your being felt like it was on fire as you dragged your pussy along his length. You could feel him, twitching against you with each thrust. You could tell how desperately he wanted you.

McCree gave a low moan into your mouth as you teased him with your body. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, his lips swollen from how hungry you were for him. “I won’t last if you keep doin’ that, darlin’.”

You smirked down at him. “Then don’t.” You pulled away from him slightly to grab the bottom of your blue dress. It was easier now since it had ridden up a considerable amount. You grabbed the fabric, and pulled it off over your head. You tossed it to the floor, just leaving yourself in your black lace panties. Your breasts were directly in his face, and you smiled at how mesmerized he looked. His eyes traced over every one of your curves, admiring your body. He placed his bionic hand directly under your chest, and you shivered at the cool metal. Suddenly, he hoisted you off of his waist. He tossed you down to the couch.

You landed with a soft thud. McCree’s metal hand grabbed your panties and tore the fabric clean off. You gasped, lifting your head to gawk at him. “McCree!”

“I’ll buy ya new ones.” He couldn’t help but give a little laugh at your stunned reaction. You watched him grin as he pressed your thighs apart, so you were completely exposed to him. Your face felt warm as you watched him eagerly lean forward. McCree didn’t hesitate to press his face right against your entrance. His nose rubbed against your throbbing bud, while his tongue slid in between your folds. He slid his tongue along every single inch of you, lapping away at your juices. His beard and mustache tickled your skin, and you moaned softly into the room at how wild he was. McCree ate you out as if you were his final meal, his large tongue twisting and turning inside of you. He held onto one of your thighs with his hand, the other coming to rest above your mound. He rubbed circles into your bud with his thumb, creating an intoxicating rhythm between his hand and his tongue.

You moaned his name, bucking your hips as your orgasm was fast approaching. You clutched onto the couch, your fingers trembling as your back began to arch. Your toes curled, and the delicious heat pooling in between your legs was radiating up and down your body like a wave. Each splash was allowing the release to build up, until you finally exploded against his mouth. Your hips lifted into the air, your body tensing up. You threw your head back, moaning and shuddering as every inch of your body was met with bliss. McCree’s mouth never left your pussy, determined to swallow every drop of you. His tongue and hand moved slower now, letting you ride out the wave of pleasure that crashed over you. Your eyes fluttered open as your body finally gave out. You fell limp against the couch, and gave a small breathless laugh.

“You’re never leaving my apartment.” You gave a small laugh.

McCree grinned, sitting up to watch you in your post-coitus glow. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, admiring how satisfied you were with his technique. You met his eyes, and you slowly sat up. You reached for him, and he gladly leaned down to kiss you. You tasted yourself against his tongue, and you couldn’t help but smile against his mouth.

His strong arms gently scooped you off of the couch, causing you to yelp softly at suddenly being lifted. McCree carried you bridal style, squeezing your flesh and pressing you firmly against his chest. He walked over to a door, gently kicking the door open to reveal your bedroom. He carefully sat you down on the edge of the bed. McCree planted a soft kiss to your forehead before he pulled away. He kicked off his shoes, undid his shirt and pants, and removed his socks. You bit your lower lip as you marveled over his body. His shoulders were broad, and his chest was nice and wide. He had a decent amount of hair, and you loved how it trailed down to his beautiful member. The sight of it made your heart race. Long, but not too long, and thick. His girth was impressive, and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together. Your clit throbbed, your eyes following the delicious veins he had along his shaft.

“Stand up, honey.” McCree spoke, gaining back your attention. You did as you were told, standing up in front of him. He grabbed you by your shoulders, turning you around. You immediately understood exactly what he wanted, and you climbed onto your bed. You got on your hands and knees, and he gave a faint satisfied growl under his breath as you stuck your ass out for him. You felt his hands grab you by your waist, pushing you lower to the bed. Your bent legs spread for him, adjusting you to his waistline. Your back was arched, and head was down by your comforter.

You felt McCree’s eyes on you, taking in the sight of you. You were ready for him, and he licked his lips as he watched your pussy lips quiver. You were aching to feel him inside of you. You wanted nothing more than to be his toy. He squeezed your waist harder, and took a step forward to you. Your toes curled with anticipation. He pulled one hand from your waist to guide his member. You felt his throbbing head glide up and down your aching slit. You gave a faint gasp at how hot and thick he felt as he teased you.

“Ya want my cock, baby girl?” McCree’s voice was low and deep, making your walls clench down. He pressed his head into your entrance slightly, and you shuddered around him.

You whimpered. “Yes, Jesse. Please, fuck me.” You begged. You didn’t care if you sounded desperate, you just wanted him inside of you.

McCree chuckled. “That’s a good girl. Usin’ manners. Guessin’ ya deserve an award, don’t ya?” He grabbed your hips, and plunged himself balls deep inside of you.

You moaned out into your bedroom, your walls clenching around his incredibly thick cock as he suddenly thrust himself inside of you. Your entire body shook, a deep heat rippling through every inch of your flesh. Your head felt instantly light, and your toes curled so hard they began to cramp. You whimpered, your clit throbbing as he slowly pulled himself from your cunt by a few inches. He then pumped his cock back inside of you, causing you to clutch the comforter in your hands tightly. You had come on his cock, and he gave a satisfied smile that you couldn’t see.

McCree grabbed your hips, and pulled out of you again. He thrust into you as you rode your orgasm, spreading your tight pussy with his member. You felt your juices slowly trailing down your thighs as you moaned. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies slapping together loudly. McCree’s grip on you tightened, and you felt him pump his throbbing member in and out of you harder and faster than before. Every inch of your insides was singing with pleasure. He was so rough with you, but it was everything you wanted and more. He used you like a toy, chasing his own orgasm.

The cowboy leaned over slightly, pulling you closer to him. One of his hands left your hips and slid underneath you, coming to rest in between your legs. His warm fingers found your sweet clit, and he frantically began to rub circles into the swollen flesh. Your body tightened around him, bucking your hips slightly at the sensation of being played with while he roughly thrust his cock inside of you. You moaned into the comforter, and that annoyed him. Suddenly, his other hand left your hips. He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to lift your head and moan into the air. McCree’s thrusts grew more sporadic, and he grunted under his breath. He laid his body flush against yours, still pulling your hair and rubbing circles into your rosebud. He groaned into your shoulder, opening his mouth and sinking his teeth into your flesh.

You whimpered as your body exploded into a wave of ecstasy. Your pussy clenched down on McCree’s member once again, and that sent him shuddering on top of you. He groaned into the side of your head, letting go of your hair to grab onto your wrist. He squeezed it tightly, the other hand leaving from in between your legs to help prop himself up so he didn’t collapse onto you as his legs trembled. You felt his hot seed spill inside of you, coating your trembling walls as you came on him once again. You moaned his name, a satisfied throbbing echoing through your entire body. McCree groaned your name into your ear, making you shiver and squeeze down on him. You felt him shudder once again.

“Goddamn…” McCree gave a breathless laugh into your hair. “Yer somethin’ else, ya know that.”

You gave a small chuckle, your entire body feeling drained in the best way possible. “Same to you, cowboy.”

McCree gently let go of your wrist, grabbing your waist again. He lifted himself slowly. He slid his cock from your pussy, and whistled at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs. You felt every delicious drop make its way down your body. “Don’t think I’ve ever came that much.” He mumbled mostly to himself.

You entire body collapsed onto the bed. Your eyes felt heavy, and moving felt like such a chore. You turned on your side to face him. He was propped up on one of his elbows, facing you. McCree reached over to gently brush your hair from your face, admiring the light layer of sweat on your glowing face.

“Yer Goddamn beautiful, Y/N.” His voice was just above a whisper. His lips curled into a faint smile.

McCree cupped your cheek, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. You returned the gentle kiss, your heart racing at the stark contrast. He had just fucked your brains out, but here he was, softly kissing you.

He used his metal arm to hold you to his body. Despite his wobbling legs, he somehow managed to lift you. He kicked the sheets off with one of his feet, and laid you in your bed. He climbed in right beside you. McCree held you to his chest, and you gave a satisfied hum against him. He was so warm, and comforting. You could lay in this embrace until the end of time, and you were sure he felt the same way.

McCree started to say something to you, but you couldn’t quite understand what he was saying. You closed your eyes briefly, and suddenly you were knocked out cold against him. The last thing you felt were his soft lips pressing against your forehead, and his arms giving you one final squeeze.

You were surprised to open your eyes the next morning to the gentle sun seeping through your curtains. Your legs were aching something fierce, and your head felt light. You turned to face the other side of your bed, expecting to see McCree there. But, you were alone.

You sat up slowly in your bed, reaching over to touch the other side. It was cold, so he must had been gone for a while. You turned your head to your nightstand to observe the time. It was just a little after 10 AM. Your eyebrows furrowed together, and a ball formed in your throat. You felt uneasy, and slowly forced yourself to stand up. You winced, giving a small curse under your breath at the pain that shot through you. You grabbed a robe from a chair in your room, throwing it on. You shuffled your way through your apartment, looking for any sign of him. There was nothing. Even the whiskey and glasses you had left were cleaned and put away. You felt a pain deep in your gut, as the apartment had never seemed more lonely.

You approached the kitchen counter where you had left your cell. There, was a small folded piece of paper underneath the device. You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, glad to see he left you something. You unraveled the paper, and read it silently in your kitchen.

Had to go. I’ll call you.

-Jesse

Your eyes narrowed as you looked over the piece of paper. There was no number written anywhere, no email, nothing to contact him. You thought back to the previous night, and the two of you never shared information. How could he possibly contact you?

“Yeah, right...” You scoffed. You crumbled the piece of paper into the tiniest ball you could manage. You tossed it into your trash, grabbing your phone and walking back to your bedroom. There was a pain settling in your chest, realizing you had gotten your hopes up for nothing.

“...asshole.”

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j2m-supernatural-akf · 4 years

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Summer Rain

A Wincest fanfiction by j2m-supernatural-akf about Dean having a deep dark desire and a few secrets along the way regarding his brother Sam.

Contains: smut, incest, plot, hunting, drinking.

Chapter 2: The real deal

(2,375 Words)

To say that Dean is nervous would be more than just underestimation, his hands are slightly shaky and he didn’t even reach the bar yet. Thanks to the website it shows you the real deal of guys that want to hookup nearby and he texted someone and they agreed to meet at said bar. Dean is an hour too early simply because he needs time to fuel up, he can’t do this sober that much he knows for sure. What he is doing is also super risky and probably stupid as hell but Dean spend 27 years of his life already trying not to act out on those feelings and trying desperately to suppress it, he didn’t know until he was a teen of course but still.. He tried to fight it for way too long and he finally needs to step up and get closure about his sexuality.

“Whiskey. Neat” is all Dean says when he sits down on the bar stool, the bartender nods and pours Dean a glass. He downs his drink in one go without even making a face, and that’s on drinking since he turned 16 years old. He will always remember the first beer Bobby gave him “Don’t tell your father, boy.” And ever since Dean had pretty much regularly a drink in his hand, either Beer or Whiskey bonus if he drinks straight out of the bottle which really makes him feel like an alcoholic sometimes. “You Dean?” A guy asks suddenly sitting down on the stool next to the handsome light brown-haired man. He is too early, damn it.

“Uh yea, that's me" Dean barely looks over at the other guy because he can feel his heart starting to pick up some serious speed which causes his palms to feel a bit sweaty. “wow, you are really handsome I give you that.. nice to meet you i'm Jim” Dean just nods slowly, getting another drinks and then taking a moment to himself enjoying the whiskey before he turns to Jim to really look at him this time. He is a bit older then Dean and he is also pretty handsome..for a guy and all that, Dean has condoms stuffed in the pocket of his jeans plus a knife hidden in his boot, he should be fine right ?.

“Listen Jim, I never did this before you know? Just trying to figure out what I like" Dean sighs a bit, feeling a hand move to his shoulder which causes his body to tense up. He was never a touchy kind of guy if he’s honest but right now all that matters is that he gets some closure. “that's fine. Really. We stop the second you don’t like something alright? I'm here to have some fun and those lips of yours give me an idea or two" Jim says, making Dean feel a warm shiver run down his spine. He takes that as a good sign!

“okay. Let's get out of here then” Dean mumbles, paying for his drink and getting up. Walking outside with Jim behind him , looking around for a moment “so uh where you wanna do this ? Car? Motel? “ Dean asks, spotting a black van nearby, is it Jim’s? Should he be worried right now? Jim noticed the look on Dean's face “don’t freak out, I travel a lot so I sleep in my van most of the time. Swear. “ Dean shouldn’t go to a black van with a stranger in the middle of the night… but Dean can also fight monsters and he has a knife so he goes with him.

The first few seconds are packed with awkward silence when they sit on the matress in Jim's van. Dean never touched a guy before and he thinks that the black haired brown eyed very tanned guy with a little bit of beard is noticing that, so Jim takes Dean's hand gently placing it on his thigh. At first Dean wanted to flinch at that but now he is finally getting more comfortable and after a while they start kissing. And Dean likes it, he likes it so much that he is the one ending up on his back with Jim ontop of him, his legs hooked around the guys waist . This went fast, and Dean is rather surprised how well he is dealing with that.. up until the boy where he feels too nervous to continue, stopping the kissing and throwing his head back a bit frustrated.

He can’t do this, he can’t have his first time with someone he barely knows. He suddenly feels like a stupid teenager chick wanting her first time to be special and with a person she loves, he hates it. “Sorry! I… i'm really sorry but I can't it's not you I promise but I just don’t want my first time getting fucked to be like this with someone I don’t know” Dean sighs, glad that Jim is very understanding about it he didn’t at all expect that from a guy he met on a gay jerk off website.

“You worry too much Dean! I understand , its fine I’m not gonna force you to do anything I’m not that type of guy" he says. And Dean takes a moment to really appreciate this type of person because it’s getting rarer and rarer to have this Kind of mindset these days. “But if you don’t wanna go just yet… we still have hands and mouths…..” .

And that was the night Dean got one the best blow jobs ever with hickeys all over his hip bones.. He jerked Jim off afterwards so that they both at least got to finish before Dean was on his way to the motel again, trying to process everything that just happened.

“Dean?! It's almost 4 am where the hell have you been ???” Sam asks, sitting up on the bed because he woke up a little while ago and couldn’t find Dean so he spend the last hour or so calling him and being worried sick. “Sorry my phone was on mute I was just uh.. out. Drinkin’ “ Dean says, taking his jacket off and then throwing it over the chair followed by his boots looking at Sam. Smirking a bit at how messed up Sam's hair looks, but it also looks really cute for some reason.

“And you couldn’t even leave a Note or something?.” Sam frowns deeply, his mood flips suddenly and his eyes get a bit watery. “hey, I said im sorry alright?? Whats your deal man" Dean asks, turning around to look at his younger brother. Every pinch of anger is gone when he sees Sam like this, and suddenly he knows what this is about. He lost Jess then their father went missing and Dean being gone all night and Sam not knowing where he is , is just the Cherry on top. He can’t even imagine what Sam must have thought when he couldn’t find Dean and calling didn’t work either.

But knowing his Sam he isnt in the mood for a heart to heart right now so Dean just moves and pets his shoulder for a moment “Sorry, I promise I let you know next time Sammy.” And he could swear that Sam leaned into the hand on his shoulder just for a short moment.. great Dean.. good job, scaring the hell out of your little brother whos terrified of losing any more people that he loves to have a hookup with a stranger in a damn black van.

It was a really really good hookup though, Dean can still feel those strong hands on his thighs and the wet heat around his-… “its fine man, just don’t dissapear like that again alright?” Sam asks, pulling Dean out of his thoughts. “yea, promise. I will inform you about every bar trip and bootycall asap!” Dean smirks wide, moving to his bed then and sitting down.

“Please do. I fully mean it.” Sam says, and Dean simply nods. “go back to bed now, got a long drive tomorrow” Dean says, watching Sam obey and lay back down pulling the blanket over himself and just for a short moment it slips up enough so that Dean can see Sam’s thighs because hes only wearing his Boxer shorts which seem a bit tight around his ass. Looking away quckily but his mind still plays the ‘hey why don't you think about your face being burried between those thighs right now?’ which doesn't even freak Dean out.

His thought isnt ‘no that's gross because it's my brother’ it's more like biteing his bottom lip for a moment and taking a deep breath while he pictures it in every single detail and then laying on the bed and closing his eyes, drifting off into a dream about sucking off his little brother to have a hand pulling on his hair moaning Dean's name over and over again..-

“Dean!” Sam yells, kicking the bed and Dean wakes up startled “I've been trying to get you up for 15 minutes now. The hell were you dreaming about?” He asks with a soft laugh, setting a cup of coffee down next to Dean on the bedside table. Then he looks at his already packed duffle bag, they meant to start driving early due to the distance they have to drive today. Always switching between states can be really exhausting. “Oh, I really don’t remember... Wish I did though because apparently it was good!” Dean lies, how can he even begin to explain what he dreamed about? There simply aren't any words for it besides performing oral sex on his little brother, which is messed up now that he thinks about it. But it still isn't grossing him out as much as it actually should and that’s what's really concerning about this whole thing.

“Dude?” Sam asks a little confused, his brother seems to be drifting off a lot lately which makes Sam wonder what he's thinking about so much but knowing Dean it's pointless to ask, his older brother just doesn’t share that kind of stuff with him and they never really did. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing it's just something they had to get used to, there isn't much time for sharing thoughts and feelings in their kind of work. Right?

“Yea sorry, still a bit sleepy. Imma get dressed and then pack up” Dean mumbles, getting out of the motel bed and grabbing some clothes to disappear in the bathroom then. When he looks at himself in the mirror he can't tell if he even slept, he looks so tired and he feels dirty because of what he did last night with that random guy. What was he thinking? He almost let that guy fuck him, thankfully just almost. He leans over the sink then to splash some water into his face and while the water drips down from his chin he gets another warm shiver running down his spine, it reminds him of how his cum dripped off of that guys lips and chin last night.

He was so into it, no girl ever has made Dean feel so fucking good, he loved it so fucking much and now that he knows he likes it the next step is to admit to himself that he is bisexual. He read about it sometime ago and it fits, he likes Women and Men equally. He can't tell anyone about this. Ever.

After cleaning himself up some more and brushing his teeth and putting on fresh clothes he grabs his things from the bathroom counter and leaves the small room. Returning to Sam and packing up his duffle bag as well, “Got a new case already?” Dean asks looking at the newspaper Sam is reading. “Yea think so, something about a strange chainsaw accident. Sounds off” Sam comments, giving Dean the newspaper, weirdly enough right next to the report about the accident is an advertisement for a new gay club in that same town. Strange. But it does peak Dean’s interest so maybe the next step would be checking that place out and if he feels comfortable there, he could try to chat with some people and find out more about his newly discovered sexuality.

“Ready to go?” Dean asks after he finally packed up everything, looking at Sam who looks ready to go. They leave the motel room, get their fake ID back and leave the keys at the front desk. Once they reach the impala Dean tosses his stuff onto the backseat, same as Sam and just like that they are on the road again, it sometimes really feels like they were made for this kind of life. Who else would drive hours upon hours to a whole different state just to look at a chainsaw accident that seemed ‘off’ to quote Sam. They do, their Dad did until he went missing and they just try to follow lead after lead no matter how small it may seem. But there is luckily once other thing Dean is looking forward to... that new gay bar, he never thought he would be excited about something like this and here he is.

After a few hours of driving they finally take a break at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, and while Sam sits on the hood of the car with his laptop on his lap Dean is watching him, not in a creepy way but he feels like he is noticing way more details about him as he did before. He always smells really good for one, his hair falling into his eyes is something Dean finds really cute... Or the way he bites his lip when he is really focused like right now. And don’t get him started on the way he is eating his green apple right now his jawline is even more mesmerizing when he's chewing something. He didn’t even notice Sam started to look back at him, and for some reason that eye contact was just a pinch too long which makes Dean feel a hot wave rushing to his cheeks so he turns away trying to hide it. Fuck.

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Hey is that [ZAYN MALIK]? No, that’s just [MALAKHAI “KHAI” OZERA]. They’re [TWENTY-SIX], and have spent [EIGHT YEARS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [AFFABLE], but also [AMENABLE]. Did you hear their vices are [PRETTY WOMEN & CURE-ALL REMEDIES]? Can’t wait to see [HE/HIM] at the next party!

tw:abuse, tw:suicide,tw:rape

Malakhai Brenan Ozera was born in Henderson, NV on November 15th 1993. When he was just 5 years old his mother Lisette and father George got a divorce and both remarried. Khai’s father who is a famous chef moved to Bradford England to pursue his career and got remarried to Shandy and they had two kids of their own 17 year old Devon and 14 year old Doniya. Khai’s mother stayed in Henderson which is right outside of the Las Vegas area with his baby sister Mackenzie and got remarried to Joe Tantry also having two kids of their own 16 year old Sasha and 13 year old Parker.

When Khai’s parents decided to split up Khai decided to stay with his mother In Henderson which proved not to be the best choice for him. His mothers new husband Joe would beat Khai constantly and molest him on a daily basis. Khai being only 5 years old at the time was afraid to say anything, and the abuse continued until he was 10 years old. He confronted his mother about what had been going on, but she chose not to believe him seeing how he didn’t seem to be doing the same sort of things to his 5 year old sister, Makenzie. Khai then decided at the age of 10 to move to England and live with his father in Bradford. He never really saw his father which wasn’t really a bad thing seeing how his father thought of him as a loser who was going nowhere with his life. His father wanted him to follow in his footsteps of becoming a chef, but, Khai was already too preoccupied with his own self-destruction so his father basically disowned him. He started modeling when he was just 16 years old and began to dabble in sex and drugs. Which ultimately led ro him getting kicked out onto the streets at the age of 17. When Khai was 18, he decided to move to Dayton, CA where he continued to model and began working as a stripper on the side to cover his rent. He would spend every second of everyday working and doing drugs, and he would basically ignore his current girlfriend. He started dating Josie ( Joscelyn DeLuca ) when he first moved to California and they dated for two years in an open relationship. They even moved in together. But, money, drugs, and the attention he was getting from other woman clearly clogged his judgment. Josie wanted him all to herself while being able to continue having her own fun, she was very jealous and posessive. Khai really did have strong feelings for her though, regardless of their situation and he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. So he set up a romantic date for them and went to propose. Little did he know that Josie was already "engaged" to another man. She came clean to him after he proposed but Khai was pretty wrecked by this and he swore off any relationship with a girl ever again. Not that he could actually resist a beautiful woman if the opportunity arose. Khai has always been known as kind of a loner and a real ladies man. He’s a mysterious charmer and always found it fairly easy to live the life he wanted and had no regrets doing so.

Things To Know About Malakhai Ozera

•Khai was diagnosed with ADHD when he was 12 years old and bipolar disorder when he was 16.

•Khai was prescribed aderall for his ADHD and Elixir for his bipolar episodes. These drugs ultimately opened him up to a whole new world of addiction.

•Khai has a secret love for pain and is consistently getting tattoos. He also has a deep love for pain in the bedroom.

•After his break up with Josie, he moved out of his own house that he had paid off after the death of his mom and sister, and he has been couch surfing ever since. Still looking for the perfect place to call his own.

•Khai’s mother committed suicide in June 2017 after finding out his sister Mackenzie was also being raped and molested. Mackenzie took her own life soon after, unable to deal with the guilt. His other sister Sasha is currently living with his step father and still going through the same ordeal.

•Khai’s mother left him all of her financial profits in her will following her death. But he still works for his money and keeps his earnings in a savings account.

•Khai’s does love to cook, even though he fails to follow in his fathers footsteps. He has actually taking quite a few cooking courses since living in Dayton.

•Khai moved in with Jaycee and Roman on 4/20/20 and has been living with them ever since.

Full Name: Malakhai Brenan Ozera

Nicknames: Khai

Gender: Male

Height: 5′11

Weight: 145 lbs

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Black

Birthday: November 15th

Star Sign: Scorpio

Age: 26

Birth Place: Henderson, Nevada

Place of Residence: Dayton, California

Place of Birth: Henderson, Nevada.

Nationality: :British, Pakistani, Irish, Asian, and American

Languages Spoken: English and some Urdu.

Parents: George Oden Ozera and Lisette Elizabeth Tantry

Step Parents: Shandy Ella Ozera and Joseph Parker Tantry

Siblings: Deceased 18 year old sister Mackenzie Eliza Ozera and three younger half siblings. 14 year old Devon George Ozera, 12 year old Doniya Kassidy Ozera, 16 year old Sasha Isabella Tantry, and 13 year old Parker Joseph Tantry.

Pets: A pibull named Romeo and a hairless cat named Rahja,

Current Occupation: Male stripper at Plan B

Aspiration: Becoming a chef and one day one day owning his own restaurant.

Current Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Identity: Bisexual

Favorite Colors: Purple, Red, and Black

Favorite Cuisine: Mexican, Breakfast foods, Italian, and Chinese.

Favorite Candy: Kinder Bueno and Reese’s cups.

Favorite Alcoholic drink: Rémy Martin and Whiskey neat.

Favorite Non-Alcoholic Drink: Sweet Tea, Vanilla Bean Frappes, and Coffee.

Favorite Genre of Music: R&B and Hip Hop

Guilty Pleasures: Smoking, Listening to 80′s music, Cooking, and Vanilla Bean Frappes.

Hobbies: Dancing, Cooking, Drawing, Playing Guitar, Working Out, and Singing Karaoke.

Positive Traits: Dedicated, Loyal, Compassionate, Creative, Honest, Coquettish, Adventurous, Charming, and Charasmatic.

Negative Traits: Shy, Sarcastic, Impulsive, Introverted, Evasive, Indecisive, and Vindictive.

#reallife.intro #tw:abuse #tw:suicide #tw:rape

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