#did he say something to him? did he just mime spitting on him? why? just to be an ass? is there some other uncovered facet of the drama?
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ok i’m gonna preface this by saying that i think the whole don’t worry darling situation is stupid beyond belief but i have to know: if harry styles did not spit in chris pine’s lap then what did he do. why did chris pine react like that if harry styles did not spit in his lap. what was that spitting motion for i must know
#speak friend and enter#‘oh he didn’t spit on him that’s absurd’ ok but it sure looks like he did#did he say something to him? did he just mime spitting on him? why? just to be an ass? is there some other uncovered facet of the drama?#i think this whole situation is so stupid but i am fascinated by chris pine’s reaction to it all#unbothered. in his lane. forced to listen to harry styles speak. forced to be within fifteen feet of olivia wilde. get this man a medal
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Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader
Chapter 3
The sun shines brightly above the dream houses. Y/n stirs a little when the roof of the dream house opens up, she throws the blanket over her head not ready to get out of bed yet, she tossed and turned but couldn't get herself to sleep again so she sat up.
She looked around the room confused, she didn't remember her room being pink, her eyes landed on the sleeping blonde in bed beside her. Oh shoot.... Raquelle was gonna kill her but probably not before Ryan.
She felt bad.
Ryan took his art seriously, the two always had to be at the stadium super early, he would test the lights throughout rehearsal; even when he did allow a break and he checked the sound at least ten times.
She didn't show up last night, She didn't mean to not show up but that wouldn't matter. She lied to him and when he told her to be there, she wasn't.
She stood up Ken, He's probably upset.
And Raquelle didn't even know she was here.
Y/n smiled at the doll as she got up and moved to the door.
Y/n went into the restroom, to get ready for the day. Barbie had given her an extra toothbrush and some clothes to wear. She wore a pink and blue puff crop top and a white skirt paired with some white tennis shoes. She didn't typically wear anything outside of the three colors she and her siblings wore, it felt nice to wear something different.
She left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for her sleeping friend.
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Barbie rested peacefully in her bed, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping, it was peaceful. For a while at least.
Barbie suddenly jolts awake, she gets herself up but it's clear that she's still tired from the long night.
"Hi Barbie!!"
She looks up to see Author Barbie waving at her from across the way. She waved back, rubbing her eyes as she did so.
"Hi Barbie."
She waved at that Barbie too.
"Hi Barbie."
"Hi Barbie."
She was tired of hearing people calling her name, it was something she never felt before. She tasted something on her tongue and smelled her breath, that's weird she never woke up with bad breath before.
She goes to her bathroom and mimes brushing her teeth. She steps into the shower before instantly pulling away from the faucet, she puts her hand under before checking the temperature, it was cold. She quickly took a shower and walked to her closet changing into a blue and white dress with a blue polka dot head band and white heels.
The Blonde was kinda upset, why was today starting off badly, Barbie never had a bad day. She sulked a little until she walked into her kitchen. Her friend was there placing perfectly cooked plastic waffles on the table with dinner rolls and bacon to go with it.
"Good morning, Barbie."
She had almost forgotten the girl had stayed over that night; She smiled happy to see her face after the bad things that happened today. The (h/c) haired girl motions for Barbie to sit at the table. Barbie goes to the fridge first, grabbing the milk and sitting down.
"Sleep well?"
Y/n nods her head, she hadn't had to share a bed in a while but that was the most comfortable bed she's ever been in.
"Did you?"
Barbie just shrugs, a big smile still on her face.
"How was last night?"
"Oh..The Best."
Y/n smiled nodding her head.
She thought the party was amazing.
The sleepover um....
Barbie pours milk in her cup, lifting it to her lips before spitting it out.
"Ugh."
Y/n looks at her worriedly as she turns the milk over, it was expired.
Barbie stands up and motions for the other girl to follow her, she stands on the edge of her house, Y/n looked freaked out; They used the door at her house. Both girls start floating down until Barbie just straight up fell. Y/n rushed over once she landed to help the other doll off the ground.
"You okay, girlie?"
"I'm fine...A-okay."
"If you say so..."
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Barbie and Y/n pull into the beach, They came in two different cars cause Y/n didn't wanna leave her brother's car unattended, It was pretty lovely. Y/n had never been here this early before, the Barbies were playing volleyball and the Kens were cheering for them. Barbie's blue and white dress turned into a blue and white striped shirt and white shirts with a sea themed belt and earrings.
"Good Cheer, Kens."
"Hey, Allan."
Allan smiles at the girl waving back.
"Hi, Barbie."
"Hi, Y/n."
"Hi, Barbie?"
Y/n looked up shocked, Physicist Barbie was waving at her with a big smile on her face.
"Come on Y/n, Barbie. Let's run towards the water."
People giving her attention was new but it was nice. She goes to nod but instantly gets pulled into a hug and dragged away from the Barbies. She gets placed on the pink sand far away from the others, she turns her head to look at her captor, it was Ken; He looked really upset.
"Heyyyy, Ken...."
"....."
"I know, I know. I shouldn't have stood you up and I didn't mean to...I just got carried away in the moment."
"....."
"Ken?"
Y/n looked at him worriedly, He closed his eyes taking a deep breath before putting on a smile. Y/n hated that smile, it was the one he gave to everyone else, the one he gave when he didn't want anyone knowing how he really felt.
"Already over it."
He wasn't.
"How was the party?"
Y/n hesitates again at answering this question.
"Um. Yeah it..it was good. Nice."
Ken tilts his head to the side before moving closer to the girl and pulling her into his arms.
"Tell me about it."
"It was awkward. Like whenever Ryan and I have to perform to an empty stadium awkward."
Ken laid his head on top of hers.
"I felt like no one wanted me there but they didn't wanna hurt my feelings by saying it out loud. But their eyes said it all."
The Barbies didn't know how to react when Barbie brought in a doll that was not... Barbie.
Y/n was embarrassed but Barbie did her best to make her feel comfortable. Author Barbie, President Barbie, Physicist Barbie, Nobel prize Barbie and Lawyer Barbie were the only people who actually tried to get to know her and that made her feel less alone. Unfortunately the other Barbies ignored her the rest of the night.
They spent the night talking about how great everyone of them were, it was nice to see them so supportive. They laughed about something Ken had done on the beach earlier that day which caused others to gush over their Kens and some to talk about how they wish their Kens did more around Barbieland. Finally they talked about how amazing they thought the rest of the week would be. They ate cupcakes and started dancing and singing.
"I guess I kinda felt like I wasn't really supposed to be there."
Ken hugged the girl tighter, he knew exactly how it felt, he experienced it plenty of times when it came to Barbieland.
"How was the concert?"
Ken's eyes lit up.
"It was the best."
Y/n smiled at that happy he still went and enjoyed himself.
"Ryan was awesome, he invited me and a few other Kens on stage."
Ryan was upset, it was clear.
Raquelle was worried, she couldn't relax the whole show.
But the twins did their best to keep the show rolling, Raquelle went on stage and performed for her sister, she did the best she could at such short notice.
Ryan had pulled up some of the Kens and started singing one of the songs he heard them sing before called 'Push.' It really hyped the Kens up.
By the end of the night everyone had had a great time and ended the show looking for the other doll on the beach.
"I'm not gonna lie, I felt bad lying to your siblings. You should have seen the look on their face, they were so worried about you when we didn't find you on the beach."
Y/n sighs leaning her head back more into the boy.
"FLAT FEET!!!"
The two looked over at the noise, The Barbies were making a ruckus and Ken decided to join in by pretending to vomit.
"Stop it, Ken."
"Sorry."
Ken just shakes his head, going back to cuddling the doll in his arms.
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Y/n was now headed to Weird Barbie's house along with Barbie. Barbie had found her and Ken, they had to quickly pull away from each other; she gave them a confused look but decided to ignore it. She had asked her to tag along because she was malfunctioning.
Barbie had changed into a blue dress that had long sleeves and white frills at the end of it with some white heels and a bow to finish her look. Y/n wore a white corset shirt, blue denim mini skirt with a pink cardigan and white boots to finish the look and a pearl necklace that Barbie let her borrow.
Y/n usually liked to match the people she was around but she kinda liked having her own thing going on.
They head up the stairs towards the geometric colorful house.
"I would never wear heels if my feet were shaped this way."
Both girls laughed about that. They enter the house looking around for Weird Barbie.
"Hello?"
Both girls jumped when they heard a bark. They look to see a dog pooping as it walks. Gross...
"Hey. What's cookin,' good lookin'?"
The two girls look up to see Barbie in the splits on the top floor.
"Hi."
"Hello!!"
"Welcome to my weird house."
She flips down and shakes both girls hands, a big smile on her face.
"Hi, how are ya?"
"Nice to meet you."
"Sorry about the dog crap. What can I do ya for?"
Barbie talks to Barbie about her malfunction problem as Y/n looks around the house. She was kinda drawn to the place, it was kinda cool in a weird way. She spotted two Kens hiding, one tried to hide his dog behind him while the other one dressed in purple waved at her.
"Hi."
He smiles at her, She smiles back before heading back to the Barbies.
"You're Stereotypical Barbie, Right?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Barbie smirks a little before getting a dreamy look in her eyes, chuckling to herself.
"That Ken of yours, he is one nice-looking little protein pot."
The (h/c) haired doll shifted a little, she didn't know what the feeling was that she was experiencing but it wasn't a good one, she felt it last night though. Barbie just looks uncomfortable about the whole topic.
"I guess."
"I'd like to see what kinda nude blob he's packing under those jeans."
Y/n starts shifting again. Barbie notices this and quickly changes the subject back to Barbie's problem.
Barbie pulls out a little fortune teller and starts to open and close it in different directions finally opening it and reading inside.
"Oh, you've done it. You've opened a portal."
Two other dolls looked at each other in confusion.
"I didn't open a portal."
Barbie pulls out a pointer stick and then pulls down a map.
"Someone did. And now, there's a rip in the continuum."
She spins the map showing a different one on the back.
"That is the membrane between Barbieland and the real world."
Y/n studied the map of the human world as Weird Barbie started teasing Stereotypical Barbie.
"What do I have to do?"
"You have to go to the real world."
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Everyone was at the dream houses, there was a sign hanging up that said 'Bon voyage to reality and good luck restoring the membrane that separated our world from theirs so you don't get cellulite!' The Barbies thought it would be cute to have everyone repeat what was written on the sign.
Y/n was pulled into an unexpected hug, it was super tight. Once the person let go, she turned and saw her sister with a smile on her face. Raquelle grabs the girl's face and caresses her cheeks softly before letting go and hitting her in the back of the head.
"Ouch!!"
"Don't ever go missing again, you scared us half to death."
Raquelle quickly pulls the girl in another hug, rubbing the (h/c) haired dolls head.
Everyone's attention was on Barbie at the moment. The Kens, The Midges, The Barbies, Allan, and the twins all watched Barbie.
Ryan and a few of the Kens came over and joined the two dolls. Ryan quickly pulls the younger doll into a tight bear hug.
"Guess she's going without you."
Ken looks at Ken and rolls his eyes, he would start right now...
"You're so lost Ken. She literally asked me. And I was like,"I prefer to stay here."
It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth.
Barbie didn't ask Ken.
Even if she did, he would still have preferred to stay. His doll was here, not in the human world.
Barbie did however ask Y/n.
"Why? Are you scared?"
"No."
"Bet you're scared."
Ken gets an annoyed look on his face as Ken laughs at him.
"And I bet she doesn't even want you to go."
Y/n walks up to the Kens and stands beside Ken. She grabs his hand, hiding it behind their backs and rubbing soothing circles onto it. Ken smiles a little.
"Well you bet both those things incorrectly and I bet the opposite direction."
"Yeah?"
Ken puts on that same smile, annoyance in his eyes.
"Yeah."
"Which way is that?"
Ken knew he was getting under Ken's skin. He always did.
"You don't even know."
Raquelle watches Barbie in envy.
"Why does she get a trip?"
"Something about a malfunction."
The twins continued to watch as Barbie got all types of compliments and how she got hyped up by the other Barbies.
Raquelle exhales from her nose. She grabs his black leather jacket and pulls him towards the direction of their sister.
"Where's the car?"
"Over there."
Raquelle grabs the girl's wrist and starts pulling them in the direction she pointed.
"Where are we going?"
The trio hops into the car with Raquelle at the wheel, she pulls into reverse and parks near Ken.
"Hey, Ken."
"Hey, Raquelle."
The girl smirks at him, pulling red sunglasses down.
"Wanna go for a ride?"
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"I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains!!"
Barbie sang to her favorite song as she drove past all the buildings in Barbieland and out the rainbow archway that said 'Barbieland.'
"I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain."
She wore a pink dress that had puffed sleeves and a little pink beret.
"There's more than one answer to these questions."
She wished her friend had come with her, it would have been nice having someone to help her get through this human-doll madness.
"Pointing me in a crooked line. And the less I seek my source for some definitive"
She swayed to the music in her car.
"Closer I am to Fine"
Her car starts to slow down.
"Closer I am to Fi-"
Her car comes to a complete stop. She looks around confused, she presses down on the gas and nothing happens.
"Oh. Great."
Suddenly a red car pulls up with Ken, her friend and her siblings. Ken wore a pink shirt covered in the letter B and white pants. Raquelle wore a black shirt with a red vest and grey jeans. Ryan was in a white shirt, black leather jacket and black pants. Y/n wore a red dress with black tights and black leather jacket with her first initial on the back in red glitter.
"Looks like you need a ride, Barbie."
Raquelle smirks pulling out a schlond poofa, waving it back and forth. Barbie frowns.
"When did you take that? I was with you the whole time?"
"I have my ways."
Barbie points to her car looking at Raquelle accusingly.
"Did you do this?"
Raquelle just shrugs and smiles.
"What are you even doing here?"
Ken smiles brightly, gesturing to the whole group.
"We're coming with ya."
Barbie just shakes her head.
"No. Please go home."
"We don't wanna."
"No."
"You asked me to come."
"I can't. I made a double bet with Ken."
Barbie looks exasperated.
"You can't make me look uncool in front of Ken."
Everyone rolls their eyes.
"Ken's not cool."
"Ken's not cool."
"Ken's not cool."
"Ken is not cool. In the slightest."
Ken frowns at everyone before looking to the side.
"He is to me."
Ryan gives him a blank stare, Y/n shakes her head laughing and Raquelle exhales from her nose.
"You're just gonna slow me down."
Raquelle rolls her eyes at the doll, the others either look slightly hurt or offended.
"What if there's beach? You need someone who's a professional in that."
"Last time I checked, we're the ones with the working car. Barbara."
Raquelle raises her eyebrows in a challenging way.
Barbie and her have a staring contest before she looks to the side defeated. Raquelle smirks.
"Did you bring your rollerblades?"
Everyone lifts a pair.
"Literally never go anywhere without them."
Ken smirks at his crush. The group turns to Barbie; Ken's eyes pleading, Ryan's eyes were blank, Y/n looked nervous, and Raquelle was just annoyed.
Barbie sighs.
"Okay."
"Wow."
Ken starts chuckling and pumping his fists which makes the girl beside him laugh.
Ryan gets out and opens the back door for Barbie, Ken puts his arm around Y/n as they make room for Barbie.
"Let's do this."
"Can I drive?"
"No."
"No."
"No."
Y/n snuggles into Ken and he places his head onto hers.
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Back Into the Swing of Things
summary: Bucky is finally stable and after your friendship turns into a relationship, Bucky asks you to teach him about the little things. (set around civil war)
words: 3355
warning: legit none just fluff!
pairing: bucky x reader
Masterlist
You were sat at the little desk in your room, your music was blasting through your headphones as you nodded your head to the beat. It was paperwork day, the worst day. For some reason it was a busy time or missions which meant mission reports, you liked to just bang them out all at once for one day every couple of weeks. Some people did them right after but the little notes you take in your journal allow you to wait a bit and then do five at once. The plate that used to have a sandwich was now empty, Bucky brought it by because he knew it was your day and if he stayed around you it would most likely lead to Bucky trying to pull you into bed for snuggles. He’d claim you’d look too cozy to be doing work, you'd wear one of his shirts and maybe some pants.
With a sigh you lean back in your chair, a couple pops coming for your back. “Four outta five…” you muttered to yourself as you took the papers and stacked them on the other reports. As you reached for the final one there was a knock on the door, “come in, Bucky.” You called over your shoulder.
“How’d you know it was me?” Bucky slipped through the doorway, he walked over and spun your chair around.
“Your knock is very polite,” was all you said. It was true, he’d knock loud enough to be heard but not too loud to seem demanding.
“Thanks…?” Bucky sat on the edge of your bed, “I wanted to ask you something,” Bucky looked to the floor.
“Talk to me,” You cheered and gave your full attention.
“I have a list of things in my notebook, just stuff I don't get- like understand. Would you mind helping and explaining some stuff?” His face was red and his eyes looked down, it was painfully obvious he was embarrassed.
“Sure,” You shrugged and Bucky smiled. He got up and went to get the book.
Debit Card Machine
Bucky was sitting across from you at a small diner, you went after rush hour to give yourself space and also Bucky doesn’t like crowded and loud spaces. Bucky had gotten a B.L.T. and you got something similar but you’d never been here before so you weren’t exactly sure what was in it- but it was good.
The waitress came by, the uniform was very retro like the rest of the place. It wasn’t way back to the 40’s more late 80’s early 90’s, Bucky had said he liked coming here because of the jukebox even though that was way past his time. He found it easier than an iphone, which was on his list of things to learn.
“Coffee or tea?” the lady asked.
“No, just the bill please,” You smiled at her, she nodded and walked away. Bucky got up and moved to sit beside you because he didn’t want to learn by looking at the thing upside down, the debit card itself was slightly conquered territory but he had the idea.
“And you said this was on your phone as well?” Bucky picked up the card and looked at it, his fingers running over the numbers that were lifted.
“You have to connect your card and all that to your phone so you just hover over the machine and it’ll pay.” You mimed the action of paying with your phone over nothing for Bucky to get the gist.
The machine showed up and you explained all the buttons, the waitress seemed confused because Bucky looked your age, she would have expected a guy to know how this works but she also kept her distance like most waitresses do.
“So you put your card in, the chip end goes in,” you showed. “Then you make sure the price matches the one on the receipt, if it does then you hit ‘ok’,” you did hit ‘ok’. “Then you have to tip, I personally go the percentage route so I’d click the far left button,” It made a sound when you did. “Now, depending on the service you can tip a different amount, I go fifteen percent as a baseline but she was really nice so I’ll tip twenty.” you typed it in, Bucky had a shocked face.
“Twenty dollars, that’s another meal!” He whispered, trying not to let the lady hear; she did.
“Twenty percent, our total goes from eighteen-tirty to twenty-forty five,” You showed the number again, then you clicked okay and proceeded to type in your four digit number. Bucky watched over your shoulder and tried to remember it all, when you were showing things at home he’d take notes and have a couple diagrams to remember it all but his notebook was no longer in sight. You glanced down after giving the machine back to see him rolling the book onto itself under the table, Bucky shoved it into his back pocket when you both got up to leave.
“Do you mind going over it again when we get home?” Bucky asked as he held your hand, the Avenger tower in sight.
“Of course,” you left a little kiss on his cheek.
Cooking Bacon
You didn’t remember reading this when you first went over the list. Granted, there was tons of stuff on Bucky’s list. It seemed he added it on later, like he watched Wanda cook and had a little idea to add. Either way, you both were in the kitchen in front of the stove. You both had aprons on, yours was a nice navy blue while Bucky’s read: ‘kiss the cook’. He wanted the navy one but then lost a game of rock, paper, scissors.
The pan was heating up on the stove, you had the lid ready beside it on the counter. Bucky seemed nervous because of the idea of the grease spitting out at him, he was starting to stand slightly behind you or away from the stove in an area he thought he wouldn’t get hit.
“Alright,” you clapped your hands together after feeling over the pan to check the temperature. “We are gonna cook four pieces, so I’m gonna take them out of the package,” You were careful around the stove because Bucky seemed extremely nervous for you. He kept making little ‘peep’ing noises like he was about to say ‘watch out’ or something but decided against it, it was cute.
You put in two and then Bucky came over to put the others in, he was so leaned back he could barely get the bacon strips into the pan. On the last strip he haphazardly dropped it in, this caused the grease to spray back. A couple bits landed on your arm but a few more hit Bucky.
“Fuck!” He jumped back as you went to cover it quickly. The lid steamed up in seconds. Bucky was at the sink, washing his arm off. “Does it, like, burn through stuff?” His tone was so concerned but you couldn't help but laugh at the question.
“No, you’re safe,” you nodded. Bucky came back over and stood right behind you, his chin nestled on your shoulder as you waited a bit. His arms circled around your torso and he also watched the pan, he didn’t know what to look for per se, but he did it anyways. “This should be good,” you stepped forward which caused Bucky to let go. “We’re gonna lift the lid and start to flip them, alright?” You grabbed the tongs and clicked them a few times, it was a thing you always did.
“Let’s go,” Bucky’s voice wanted to sound excited but he was slightly scared.
You lifted the lid and stood off to the side, quickly but calmly you flipped the pieces over and then covered the lid. “So, we give that time, then we'll take the lid off and just move them around and flip them more, you can do that,” You smiled over your shoulder to see Bucky writing something down. It was cute how much he cared about the little things, you’d never been taught how to cook bacon or cooking in general, it was something you just found yourself doing.
Bucky took the tongs and went for it, he lifted the lid and went straight into flipping them. After he found they weren’t spitting back he seemed to loosen up, his shoulders rolled back and he seemed to find a comfortable position. He was looking over to you for any tips but you stood there with a smile on your face, he was actually doing a good job.
You got out a plate and paper towel, Bucky transferred the strips over. He watched you pat them down with a paper towel, this was something you adopted into your life because you weren’t the biggest fan of all the grease.
“This is a big part, so listen up,” Bucky looked over from eating one of his two pieces. “Write this down, never and I mean never pour this grease down the sink- ever.” Bucky had the piece of meat sticking out of his mouth as he scribbled it down, he hummed and nodded to let you know he got it. “There is a can under the sink, grab it for me, please?” You picked up the pan but stayed over the stove, Bucky came back with an open can. There was nothing in it except congealed grease, he seemed grossed out but you were used to it. “Dump it in here after it’s cool but not solidified, just don’t pour it down the sink.” You poured the stuff in and left it on the counter to cool off, Bucky finally bit down on the piece of bacon before handing over your two pieces.
“I think that went well,” Bucky nodded, he leaned against the counter with a tired sigh.
You didn’t have to heart to make fun of him for being scared of the grease, he seemed proud of himself. So you just stood beside him and rested your head on his shoulder, “good job, Buck.”
Skin Care
Bucky was the type of boyfriend to sit in the bathroom and just watch you put on or take off your makeup, he was truly put under a trance when he would watch you. In the beginning he’d ask questions or ask what you were doing and why, but now he had watched you so much he’d pass you the tube of mascara as you finished on your brows.
Your skin had adapted to a long and specific routine, this was your time for about ten minutes before bed to fully unwind and have some quiet. You would rotate products and skip over some of the serums each night but there were the basics you were going to teach Bucky: Wash, tone, moisturize.
Before you went to the drug store you asked Bucky about his skin, he really had no idea what you were talking about and half the time he’d shrug it off. “I don’t pay attention to my skin,” was a common phrase. You lightly touched his face and felt his T-zone, he joked that sometimes if he opened his mouth really wide his skin would feel super tight and dry.
“So then you have dry skin,” you said. Thinking of the products to get him, Bucky didn’t have acne, it was more for cleaning the skin and keeping it healthy.
“I think,” Bucky really felt like a pain. He was trying to help you out so you could find good products but all he was giving was half answers, ‘ya, I guess’ or ‘I think so’.
But currently you both were standing in the bathroom, it was right before bed and Bucky adjusted his headband for about the hundredth time. He said it was too tight but you knew he was being a baby about it, his hair was also pulled back into a bun.
“We are gonna wash our face,” You showed how warm the water should be before splashing your face. Bucky copied right after, and awkwardly leaned forward to make sure water didn’t drip on the floor after while he waited for you to move on. “Now we are gonna wash our face, so take that bottle with the blue cap and put a bit in your hand. A little goes a long way,” You added and did the same, both faces in the bathroom were sudsy and ready. Bucky went in first to wash it off, his hands cupping under the tap and collecting as much water as he could before leaning right in to wash off his face. He did it twice.
“Pat dry?” He remembered you saying that before. His hands held the fresh towel, you hummed in response because your face was in water. Bucky patted and gently rubbed around, when you stood up you dried off as well. Both faces were damp, Bucky looked at the little water droplets running down your neck before turning back to the task at hand. “Toner- don't tell me, I know this one!” He grabbed your arm, “red cap?” His face lit up with joy as you nodded, “I got this!” He cockily laughed, he knew what he was doing.
Bucky took the little cotton round and drizzled some of the toner around on it, he passed one over to you before making one for himself. Bucky leaned in and got super close to the mirror, he watched intently as you rubbed your face. He copied, it was like the cotton pad was barely touching his face. The last thing he cleaned was his nose before pulling the cotton away, he scanned over the pad and saw the gross residue.
“Ew, that was on my face?” Bucky was enchanted by the pad, holding it super close to see the leftover dirt. You had already thrown away the pad, it made you giggle to see Bucky so hypnotized by literal oil and dirt.
“Moisturizer, final step for you,” You sang. “I like to pick it up with my knuckle, like this,” You unscrewed the lid and tapped your pointer finger knuckle to the opaque, soft cream. Bucky took his new one and did the same. He wiped it into the palm of the opposite hand, “rub it around, heat it up before putting it on,” He did just that. “You’re a pro, Buck!” You giggled as Bucky meticulously put it on. He was applying it upwards and spreading it evenly around, his fingers gently dancing across his face as the cream worked its way in.
“How do I look?” He turned to you.
“Like you’re glowing.”
“I feel like it,” Bucky laughed and looked back at the mirror. He tilted his head around to see how his skin would look under the light in the bathroom, he seemed to forget you were there and was completely in awe of what he did. Bucky brought his fingers to his face to feel around, the moisturizer had set and now his skin looked full and plump. The pads of his fingers gently tapped his cheeks and made the shimmer on his cheekbones move and twinkle.
“Alright, that’s enough admiring yourself,” you laughed and pushed him out of the way. Bucky stayed to watch you finish up your routine.
Record Player
As a way to say thanks for helping Bucky with over fifty niche things, Bucky decided to teach you how to properly use a record player.
This wasn’t any old player, this was Bucky’s player. No one was allowed to touch it without permission and even though you have never gotten the green light, you asked almost every week. This was one of the only things Bucky could really hold onto, when he touched the dark, stained wood he could almost see himself back in the 40’s; almost.
He once got really mad at the beginning of your friendship, you really didn’t know it was his, you just thought it was a talking piece. Bucky ended up yelling at you, he had just changed the needle and you were running your finger on it to see how small it was. Steve had ran in because Bucky was yelling- it was a whole ordeal that ended with Bucky not talking to you for three months.
But now there was trust and Bucky liked that after that little fiasco you didn’t even think to touch it, he could really trust you and now was a great time to show off his favourite thing. Bucky was all giddy to show his record player off to you, you were grabbing some water before he started and you noticed Bucky was using the cuff of his sleeve to wipe off a smudge before going back to inspect it.
“Alright, let’s start!” Bucky smiled. This man didn’t start with the parts and what they do, he started with the history of it all. Bucky pulled all the facts he knew about record players in general and the vintage one that was sitting in front of the both of you, his eyes seemed to light up with each new fact that popped into his mind. Part of you wanted to check your watch but you also had never seen this man get passionate over an object before, he could get passionate over people- you, Steve, Sam, etc. -but never over this. “Are you ready to play music?” He reached over into his bin and pulled a record you’ve never seen.
“Which one’s that?” You asked as Bucky pulled it out of it’s sleeve.
“It’s just a random one I picked up a week ago for this,” Bucky held the record the proper way. “Thumb on the center and index on the edge, don’t touch the actual grooves because the oils in your hands can clog them up,” Bucky moved his hand around to show you.
“Sorry, what do you mean you bought that record for this? And why does the needle look different?” you noticed the needle looked extremely worn, it looked great and new a couple days ago.
“Don’t worry,” Bucky dismissed it. “So now we are gonna place the record softly,” Bucky placed it down and turned back to you. He talked about the arm and the needle before showing you how to put it on manually and then with the little leaver, after showing them each way twice he stepped back and offered you a turn.
“Seems easy,” you mumbled and took the arm, you were doing it manually first. The movements were extremely soft and slow, when the needle made contact it took half a second before a really grainy sound came through the speakers. It sounded wrong but Bucky nodded, he applauded you for taking the needle off as well. Then you did it with the leaver, right when it was about to touch you thought it looked off so you nudged it a bit- bad idea. The needle didn’t even hit the record and part of the arm scratched the recessed vinyl. “Shit!” You yelled and ripped it off. Causing the record to scratch, the sound and the record itself, there was a shine to the edge. “Oh god! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to mess it all up- I really didn’t mean to break it- god, you must so ma- I’m sorry-” as you fumbled over yourself Bucky just started to laugh. “What?” you were about to cry because of the guilt.
“That was a sixties record and a needle that is five years old, you didn't do anything. I bought it because I knew this was bound to happen.” Bucky only laughed at your exasperated sigh, you fell into his hug like a child. “Poor baby,” he mockingly cooed, he found it so funny how you were screaming apologies at him even though it was painfully obvious it was a shit record and needle.
“That was scary, I think I need a nap after that…” you sighed.
Bucky threw you over his shoulder, “thinking the same thing, doll.
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On A Tropical Island
Jaune: Great. Just great. Now I’m lost and all my friends are missing too! I’m too angry to be depressed!
Neo: *Head pops out of the sand, spitting it everywhere*
Jaune: Oh, even better. Now I have company. This can’t possibly get any worse! *Ignores Neo glaring*
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Jaune: Stop following me! You’re a bad girl!
Neo: *Cocks eyebrow*
Jaune: *Blushes* Not what I meant! I mean you’re evil! And all you’ve done to help so far is poke me with a stick! *Is poked with a stick* Dammit, stop that!
Neo: *Pokes him in the butt instead*
Jaune: OW! That’s not what I meant you menace!
Neo: *Preens at being called a menace*
Jaune: And stop trying to be cute, too!
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Neo: *Tapping bare foot*
Jaune: Okay, so maybe my sense of direction isn’t the best. *gets The Look* Alright alright already, jeez. We’re back where we started, your shoes, your jacket and my armor are now forever lost to the wilds and it’s not my fault!
Neo: *Stares*
Jaune: *Shifts guiltily* Okay maybe it is, but if I had a map *Neo crosses her arms, reigniting The Look™ * we’d still probably be lost since the rest of team RNJR banned me from the map after reading it backwards and upside down.
Neo: *Nods firmly, taking the lead*
Jaune: For the fourth time.
Neo: *Turns, gapes in shock, shakes her head and grabs him by the hand*
Jaune: *Offended* Hey, I’m not a child! I won’t get lost!
Neo: *Looks at him through her eyelashes*
Jaune: *Sighs* Okay, fine. But only because getting lost in a weird jungle is way worse than getting lost in the grocery store at 14.
Neo: *Stops, removes belt, ties end around his wrist and grabs the other end*
Jaune: *Starts whining*
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Jaune: Dear diary *ignores Neo’s pointing and silent laughter* today is day 17 on the worst island to ever exist. Butthole and I -- OW, SHIT-FUCK-SHIT! I really hate that you sharpened your stick into a spear! Fine, Neo and I finally have a a good system in place for food. We’ve got our firepit, Neo turned my armor we found into a pan, one pot and a skillet, my impeccable home economics have saved our asses and we’ve got a spit for roasting things over the fire!
Neo: *Munches happily on roast rabbit*
Jaune: It’s really working out! Neo’s great at the spotting and tracking, I get to use the spear to hunt and there’s plenty of these really stupid semi-intelligent rabbits that seem to have a language of their own that are really good when you cook ‘em just right. *Pauses* I think they might have stolen my shirt though, I haven’t seen that thing in like four days.
Neo: *Mentally reminds herself to burn the eye candy’s shirt before he finds it*
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Day 28
Jaune: Ow, stop kicking me! I said I was sorry!
Neo: *Jumps on Jaune, bites his ear*
Jaune: AAAGGHH!!! Dammit Neo, how many times do I have to tell you not to bite me! It’s not my fault that seagull stole your hat! In case you hadn’t noticed, it stole Pyrrha’s sash too!
Neo: *Jumps off him, gestures emphatically*
Jaune: I know, you angry little troll! *Instead of attacking him again, Neo just stares at him sadly* I-I... *sighs* I know. I know. I really wanna kill that thing too. It’s...it’s all I had left of her too. All you had left of Torchwick. But we’re stuck here. We can’t find my friends and this island is huge.
Neo: *Nods unhappily*
Neo: *Jabs him with her stick spear*
Jaune: Yeah, we can kill any seagulls we see. *Neo blinks, considers trying to get her point across but nods*
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Day 49
Jaune: How do you set everything on fire! I told you we needed just enough to warm ourselves!
Neo: *Lunges at Jaune, leaves fire to burn*
Jaune: *Is strangled*
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Day 54
Neo: *Admires Jaune’s ass in jorts*
Jaune: I still don’t understand why you had to ruin my jeans. Tossing the boots into that bottomless pit, I get. My feet thank you. Uh, except when I keep stepping on sharp rocks and twigs. But really?
Neo: *Points at him, hand fans herself and panics, shaking her head rapidly*
Jaune: *Oblivious, insulted* Yeah, yeah, I’m sweaty! Fine, fuck having pant legs! I wanna get scratched and bitten by those weird little blue people again!
Neo: *Blinks, shakes her head in exasperation and relief*
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Day 59
Jaune: I can’t believe you committed genocide because those blue people stole your top! Neo, they just wanted a tent!
Neo: *Glares murderously at Jaune, covering her frilly pink and white bra with her hand and arm*
Jaune: *Gulps* I-I-I-I know! It’s upsetting, but murder isn’t always the answer!
Neo: *Uses free hand and makes bunny ears*
Jaune: Hey, those rabbits might be really stupid but they’re super mean spirited! One tried to drop a rock on my head and don’t you dare say it’d be an improvement!
Neo: *Startled, laughs*
Jaune: *Sheepish, laughs too*
Neo: *Continues laughing, eventually noticing Jaune has stopped and is red in the face, wide eyed*
Neo: *Notices she moved her arm and Jaune is staring at her chest*
Jaune: *Notices Neo’s glare and red face* W-wait, hold on a minute now, I didn’t mean to--
Neo: *Glomps, bites his nipple*
Jaune: *Girlish screams that can be heard for miles*
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Day 72
Jaune: No, put the berries down. You can’t just keep eating fruit all the time, you’re already very small and need to keep yourself healthy if you don’t wanna lie rotting as a corpse on this island forever.
Neo: *Grabs a huge handful of berries, shoves them in her mouth smugly*
Jaune: Dammit Neo, stop being so bratty! I’m only trying to help! *Grabs Rabbit jerky* Now do your body good, open your mouth and eat my meat!
Neo: *Gags, chokes, spits mushy berries out and kicks Jaune in the solar plexus for the phrasing*
Jaune: *Wheezing* I swear I didn’t mean to OH X-RAY AND VAV, SAVE ME!
Nearby Seagull: *Hearing the abyssal, shrieking screams of the Tall One, flies off in terror and decides to move the family nest*
Neo: *Biting, kicking, punching and pinching*
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Day 88
Jaune: I can hardly shave Neo, if you don’t remember my sword’s a jagged piece of sharp metal these days!
Neo: *Shows off shaved armpits, shows off shaved legs having long since created shorts from her capris and shows him a wooden knife*
Jaune: I should be concerned that you’ve created another stabby, but somehow -- GASP! *Actually gasps, clutches his beard* No! You wouldn’t!
Neo: *Grins*
Jaune: Please don’t, beloved friend of mine.
Neo: *Touched*
Jaune: What? We are. I mean sure you bite and attack me way more than most normal people do but you did save me from that rabbit mercenary group that tried to use a swinging log to splatter my brains against a tree. You might’ve been a bad guy once, but it’s nearly been three months and you’ve more than proven yourself. And I can’t really not call you a friend when I feel guilty about how I treated you.
Neo: *Smiles, undoes her bra*
Jaune: Wait, WHAT!? *Neo jumps on him and smiling happily, gives his cheek a kiss and starts shaving* WAIT NEO NO, THAT’S NOT FAIR YOU CAN’T USE BOOBIES AS A WEAPON LIKE THA- *Neo shakes her body side to side* -GGRRRGGG! That is so cruel. You’re the worst friend ever. I’m glad you have to sit on my ribs and not my lap because that would be even worse.
Neo: *Continues shaving*
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Day 146
Jaune: *Using his semblance* See, what’d I tell you? They get smarter! No way are those little demons gonna fall for the same trap twice.
Neo: *Lets Jaune heal the bloody bite marks from a rabbit, squirms*
Jaune: Stop it, you’re fine. *Kisses healed hand* Booboo be gone!
Neo: *Blushes brightly, stares wide eyed*
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Day 179
Neo: *Spinkicks boulder about to crush Jaune*
Jaune: Thanks Neo! *To a small, derpy looking anthropomorphic rabbit* Your wretched plan is foiled you vile creature from the deepest pits of hell! Now do me a favor and get stabbed!
Neo: *Spins away, clutching her beating heart as the sound of a vicious goring occurs*
Jaune: Another day, another dead rabbit! Oh look, there’s more! *Offers the Spear of Ultimate Stick to Neo* You wanna eviscerate the next couple?
Neo: *Wonders what this feeling is*
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Day 187
Jaune: *Gaping stupidly at Neo’s perfectly lit fire* W-wha? How!? Two months ago you lit my hair on fire *brushing hand through short, unstyled blondeness* but n-now...
Neo: *Smugly roasting bird meat*
Jaune: *Scoops Neo into a hug, spins the wide eyed mute* I understand how Dad felt when I finally learned to tie my shoes in the 6th grade now! I’m so proud, Neo! OW!
Neo: *Spits Jaune’s shoulder blood out, turns away blushing*
Jaune: Still proud. *Notices Neo blushing, deliberately not looking at him* Uh-oh. *Quietly, to himself* Oh no. I recognize this feeling. Ohhh shit. Okay, what the hell Jaune!? You see her boobs and you feel awkward about your boner for three days, but she looks all cute and embarrassed and that’s what does me in!? What kind of bullshit is this!?
Neo: *Oblivious, cupping her cheeks and cutely twisting back and forth*
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Day 219
Jaune: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Neo: *Silently screaming at the top of her lungs*
Jaune: OH MY GOD NEO WHY THE FUCK IS HE SO BIG!? *Looks fearfully back at a 12 foot tall, musclebound, derpy looking anthroporphic rabbit sprinting at them with rage in its unthinking eyes*
Neo: *Frantically mimes stabbing*
Jaune: NEO, WHAT THE FUCK, I THINK HE’S TOO SWOLE FOR HUSHABYE!!!
Neo: *Heart flutters at Jaune’s name for their spear*
Giant Rabbit: ▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!
Jaune: *Ears ringing*
Neo: *Points at Jaune’s crotch, mimes stabbing*
Jaune: *Pales* THAT’S PROBABLY THE MOST EVIL THOUGHT YOU’VE EVER HAD IN YOUR LIFE! *Neo pouts, mimes it again* I’M JUST SAYING, NOT JUDGING, LET’S DO IT! *Uses semblance*
Neo: *Commits murder most foul*
Jaune: *Whips out the wooden knife* I’M SO SORRY FOR THIS, YOU OVERGROWN FREAK OF NATURE! *Jumps on the screaming body of the mutated rabbit, starts stabbing*
~~5 Minutes Later~~
Jaune: *Covered in blood, wipes forehead* Phew. Killing something this big really takes it out of you.
Neo: *Covered in blood, staring at Jaune wide eyed*
Jaune: Kind of a shame he looks basically human. Save for his stupid head, I guess, because I kinda don’t wanna eat anything that’ll make me feel too cannibally. *Puts hand on chin, blood drips* But I kinda think this is like the Final Boss of those rabbits. Maybe chop his head off and put on a pike like you did with that poor little blue guy that seemed to be the other blue people’s chief? *Nods resolutely* Yeah, gotta establish dominance and fear in those godless little fucks. *Looks at Neo* What do you think, NeeeMMMMPPPHHH!!!
Neo: *Glomps Jaune, shoves her tongue into his mouth*
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Day 237
Neo: Gakgh gakgh gakgh!
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Day 243
Jaune: Oh god, yeah, fuck yeah, you like that don’t you? *Grabs Neo’s hair*
Neo: *Likes that very much*
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Day 249
Jaune: *Waggles knife* So, uh, aim for the kidneys?
Neo: *Nods emphatically*
Jaune: Huh. I guess I’ll test it out on Cinder. Thanks honey. *Kisses cheek*
Neo: *Swoons*
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Day 251
Jaune: *Naked, washing grumpy Neo’s hair* I really mean it! I am so sorry. Just, well, uh...okay, you give amazing head and I wasn’t expecting you to go for the balls. Or, uh, the other thing, but well, um *sighs* look, the taint thing was just really unexpected and I’m really sorry I came in your hair! *Blushes*
Neo: *Can’t help but be proud, leans into his hands*
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Day 268
Jaune: Is there no end to your flexibility!? *Chokes on air* Nope. Guess not.
Neo: *Doing the splits smugly*
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Day 274
Jaune: And that is why, despite what people say, Immortal Konflict is superior to Road Combatant!
Neo: *Nods seriously*
Jaune: Wanna play when we get back to Remnant, maybe after we kill Salem in her sleep or something?
Neo: *Nods excitedly*
Jaune: You’re the best! *Kisses temple* Ow, why are you hitting me, I thought you liked kisses!?
Neo: *Liking forehead and temple kisses but not wanting to admit it*
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Day 296
Jaune: *Cumming inside*
Neo: *Toes curl, signing ‘I Love You’ over and over again*
Jaune: *Panting* God I love you too, Neo.
Neo: *Gapes, signs*
Jaune: *Panting decreases* Uh, yeah? My Dad has permanent hearing damage from his Huntsman days. Some chick had a mortar-giant cudgel-battering ram weapon and you can guess about how well that went.
Neo: *Signs more*
Jaune: I-- *realizes* ohhhh. I get it. Uh, I didn’t even think about it. You never signed so I figured you never learned. Ow, my ass!
Neo: *Stops pinching his ass, signs again but slower*
Jaune: *Blushes brightly* Um, yeah. I did. Is that-- *Neo flips him onto his back, kissing him and rocking her hips*
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Day 338
Jaune: *Contently holding Neo* This really was the last thing I expected to happen. *Neo nods as she leans into him* I...I don’t think I can ever really not miss Pyrrha, or despise Cinder from the bottom of my soul.
Neo: *Signs rapidly that she feels the same way, that she misses Roman*
Jaune: Yeah. I know. *Clears throat* But I think it’s okay. I mean I didn’t expect this to happen, but I’m glad it did. *Snuggling occurs* We’re gonna get out of here. We’re putting Cinder in the dirt. Then we’re gonna do the same to Salem. Then buy a house.
Neo: *Signs*
Jaune: I’ve kinda been a country boy my whole life. It’s up to you *is headbutted* OW! *Neo rubs the back of her aching head, signs, Jaune rubs his chin* Then it’s decided.
*Enjoying each others presence*
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Day 362
Weiss: Actually, the amount of slashes in the trees could just mean some new terrible creature of ridiculous origin could have made this area of the forest its stomping grounds.
Blake: *Flatly* As long it’s not the flying piranhas with steel teeth that drip acid, I’m fine.
Ruby: *Shudders* Please don’t remind me! I’m suppressing, Blake! Do you want to ruin fish sticks and mustard for me!?
Blake: *Grimaces* Yes.
Yang: *Ignores the bickering* Not gonna lie Weiss, after that giant crocodile with the crown and the cape and the penguin with the hammer, something a little more normal and horrific sounds just like home. *Adjusts cheetah print bikini, shifts hips under her grass skirt*
Weiss: *Eyebrow twitches* Right. Home. Which you clearly miss. *Eyes Yang’s flawless tan*
Yang: Huh? Well, yeah! Not to devalue the disaster we have waiting for us when we get back but I’m dying for a cheeseburger and a *in singsong* Strawberry Sunrise!
Ruby: *Cutting off Weiss and ignoring a fuming Blake* It could be Jaune though!
Weiss: Yes, possibly, but you have to consider the fact-- *Steps around tree, goes silent at the sounds*
Neo: *In a mating press clutching her feet, biting her lip and then silently moaning*
Jaune: *Going so hard he’s clapping Neo’s cheeks*
Weiss: --that maybe those living, spiny fruits got us again and we’re all on a very bad trip. *Can’t look away but wants to*
Ruby: *Blushes furiously*
Blake: *Covers nose, turns away*
Yang: I really wanna be there for our boy but *ignores Jaune’s cursing, Neo’s nodding and Jaune pushing in deep and creampieing the silently screaming mute* a really big part of me wants to punch him in his stupid face. Really!? Her!?
Blake: *Muffled* You sure you’re not just salty that it’s Neo?
Jaune: *Awkwardly, wide eyed but happy* Oh. Guys. Hey! Hi! *Weiss screeches as Jaune stands, Neo breathes heavily but grins smugly*
Yang: Nope. Not at all. *Clenching fist*
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Day 363
Yang: Okay. I’m cool with whole... *gestures at Neo and Jaune holding hands* thing, because honestly I’d have to be a condescending and arrogant bitch to look down on you because of that, but really?
Ruby: Yang has a point, little blue people and psychotic but also really stupid rabbits and their super-duper-strong Daddy Rabbit? And you killed them alllll oh wow. *Staring at something that Jaune pulled from a bag* That’s a weird looking skull. *Whispering* Why does he have a skull!? Oh no, Neo really did corrupt him and not just with that!
Yang: *Gapes, recovers slowly, sarcastically* She is such a good influence on you Jaune.
Jaune: *Grinning* I know, right? I mean imagine if Neo wasn’t here with me! I probably would’ve survived but I would’ve been so depressed that I’d probably be coming back eyeless and with a ton of PTSD! And maybe a quirky catchphrase!
Yang: Because that’s important. *Rolls eyes* Besides, you couldn’t pull off a catchphrase to save your life.
Jaune: *Face goes slack, contorts stupidly in a scream* BWAAAAH!
Team RWBY: *Jerks*
Neo: *Bites Jaune’s pinky*
Jaune: OW-OW-OW! Take a joke, Neo!
Yang: No, yeah, pretty much on the shrimp’s side.
Weiss: I have no idea what that was but never do it again.
Blake: *Forgives Jaune and Neo for their crusade against the rabbits*
Ruby: *Giggling at the derp face Jaune made*
Jaune: Fine, fine, you win. *Pouting* Using their war cry would have been so insulting to their memory though.
Neo: *Smiling, kisses Jaune’s cheek, signs that he’s a big baby*
Weiss: Getting back to the point though, we didn’t think Jaune would be in nearly as good shape as he’s in now. In that regard I feel we owe Neopolitan a good deal of gratitude.
Blake: And like it or not Yang, having her not just be an enemy of Salem but actually on our side?
Yang: Yeah, well--
Ruby: Plus he’s happy! And I think he kind of needs it. *Sadly* We all do. A-and if Neo is what makes him happy, then I think I’m happy too.
Jaune: *Touched* Rubes...
Ruby: It hurts, Jaune. But I can’t imagine...well, I can’t imagine if it were me. So it’ll take time but the best thing I can do here is be happy for you and get us outta here! *Pumps fist*
Neo: *Signs rapidly*
Jaune: *Grins* And make Cinder and Salem unalive! And in the days leading to that, make them wish they were already dead!
Ruby: *Uncomfortable at the bloodlust* Umm...
Yang: Ah fuck it, you speak my language like that and I can’t stay mad at you! Let’s do it! *Slaps Blake’s ass*
Blake: *Yelps, blushes and glares at Yang* Is this really the time for that!?
Weiss: *Rubbing the bridge of her nose with her eyes squeezed shut* Ah, the onset of a pounding headache. Truly the gang is back together again.
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Day 365
Jaune: Kinda conveniant that exactly one year after falling into the mythical island of who knows where we find ourselves back in the real world, isn’t it?
Neo: *Hand on her hip, staring at him*
Yang: I’m with the midget. *Grass skirt swishes* Are you really about to complain we’re free of that hellhole?
Weiss: They have a point. After everything we fought there you’d think you would be more appreciative.
Jaune: I am. It just seemmmmpph! *Is kissed by Neo*
Neo: *Happily shuts Jaune up*
Ruby: Alright, let’s do this!
*Action pose except Yang’s tan, in a cheetah fur bikini and a grass skirt, Jaune has a handful of Neo’s ass and Neo is grabbing Jaune by the hair, clearly using tongue and Hushabye is aimed in a slightly red faced Blake’s direction*
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I got the chance to see the RWBY finale today and rather than be depressed and think about Penny, I decided I’d go ahead and write a Silent Knight fic instead. It’s all over the place but really, that’s to be expected since I went in with no plan. I know people are already bitching over on Reddit about Jaune possibly getting attention, but like with most people who dislike a character I decided to pay them no mind whatsoever.
Because honestly, with Dragonslayer never happening I’d be perfectly fine with Jaune x Neo.
As for this entire thing, I had way more fun with it than I should have and I hope anyone reading it has just as much fun as I did writing it.
Oh. And yes, there were plenty of Rabbids and Smurfs harmed in the creation of this lengthy drabble.
#rwby#jaune arc#neopolitan#silent knight#jaune x neo#team rwby#rwby volume 8 finale#au#this is what happens when you let a drunk type#what's crack-a-lackin'#shitpost
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Gale Reviews: ML Season 4 episode 10: Megaleech
(Spoilers for the new episode below)
-Okay so Myléne is preping for the protest. Hyping herself up.
-OMG Myvan is so f***ing cute! He calls her his little mouse!
-THEY KISS! UGH MY HEART!
-Marinette cant sleep because of the construction. Which sucks and is a mood.
-Side note, i paused and got a look at her picture board. Some are from the instagram, and then How did she get some of these?
-So the Oxygen tower? Like its suppose to make more oxygen? but they need to cut down trees to make it? IDK the logic. Also call back to the space trash program.
-Roger trying to be nice. But they wont listen to him.
-Myléne spitting facts
-THEY GOT ARRESTED! I F***ING CANT
-Well not really but they are being taken home.
-IT WAS A SCHOOL DAY. IVAN AND MYLÉNE ARE HARD CORE.
-Marinette made it to class barely and told everyone what happened to myléne.
-HOLD THE PHONE! Did Ms.Bustier... did she just do something a GOOD teacher would do? Oh the bustier salters are not gonna like this.
-Ms.Bustier about to step in. with a spontaneous trip for REAL Education.
-Now you can tell that Caline in season 4 f***s. Because she is about to RAIL the mayor for this bulls***
-Alya informing her bloggers s*** is about to go down
-THE FIREMAN IS THERE?! NO you have been tricked man.
-Wow Officer Roger out here making me feel bad for him
-WAIT ITS PARTNERED WITH GABRIEL BRAND? Oh no
-WAIT ADRIEN?! WHAT THE F***?
-Oh no it tricked marinette... well to be fair. Adrien does make the blatant corporatism very attractive.
-Alya just there to point her in adrien's direction so she stops daydreaming.
-Wait! Adrien didnt know?! He thought it was a perfume ad? HIS DAD TOLD HIM IT WAS AN AD. Wow.... I dont even...
-Myléne SPEAKS FOR THE TREES!
-And Chloé is there to just make things worse. Right on cue
-And Marinette pointed out that all of the plastic that the thing creates for artificial air does not solve the problem. Which was very Succinct.
- Which to be fair I liked Myléne's explaination better, but Marinette got the mayor to slip up so Points.
-Myléne is channeling Captain Planet right now
-Marinette is like, why didnt you mention this sooner.
-And they both are like "We did, for months."
-Now I honestly think you cant blame the class for that, I too ignore those people in vests in the city that try to talk about the environment.
-Alya is filming it as the class intervines
-Oh now the families are getting IN ON THIS! You go Nora!
-OMG THE MIME IS BACK! YAY! I missed him.
-OH SO THATS WHERE CHLOÉ GETS IT FROM.
-And Adrien is joining in the cause (CUE MARINETTE HANDHOLD BLUSH)
-And WAYHEM IMMEDIATELY SHOWS UP WITH THE CARDBOARD CUTOUT AND FAN GIRLS! I swear they were in the bush waiting.
-Marinette is caught in 4k staring, but no one else is seeing it
-Gabriel seeing his son rebel, he gets a call from Andre and basically said.
-"Lol you figure it out slut."
-And Gabriel goes to be evil
-And now the mayor gets overwhelmed.
-And Gabriel makes an amok and akuma.
-And Maledikator is back
-(wait is everyone just standing there WATCHING HIM GET AKUMATIZED?! WHAT THE F*** EVERYONE?!
-Welp the vore of the episode is there.
-TINY MAYORS!
-Nino's head has a little podium in his head. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS
-IVAN NO!
-And Chat noir is here!
-Alya drop the phone... to late
-Daww kitty, he is scared.
- Myléne took Marinette before she could transform.
-Myléne is too pure
-Marinette, that was brilliant, but also... wow just wow
-Tikki was just like "Really bitch"
-THE TINY SASH
-Wait, they all have akuma and amoks.... Wow shadowmoth that is... really clever. Points.
-Myléne gonna get her miraculous! yes its time
-WAIT, SHE HAS A FEAR OF BADGES!? Thats hilarious.
-Myléne trying to deny being a hero. But ladybug encouraged her.
-the mouse miraculous!!!! mullo!
-Mullo laughed at her, poor Myléne
-Mullo get squeky thats cute. And the transformation sequence is very cute.
-Leap of faith time!
-Oh wow, her use of multitude just made Marinettes use look like weak sauce.
-Polymouse is killing it!
-Oh no they got chat noir.... WAIT HIS CAT EAR IS REAL.... so many questions...
-Ladybug made fun of his puns.
-And zoé is there.
-MIRACULOUS TEAM TIME.
-Chat noir made sure he was in the team pose
-Okay this was clever on how all of them used their powers.
-Oh neat wind was finally used.
-Ladybug just broke the record for de-evilization.
- TEAM FIST BUMP!!!
-and the mayor got the charm.
-Ah yes bureaucracy, the best way to say things get done without actually getting done.
-So the mayor decided Trees. Not gonna lie. I liked the Lorax plot. It made me laugh
-Marinette caught daydreaming again... but thankfully adrien didnt notice. (she yeeted herself out of there with alya.)
-Adrien got in trouble. Though I dont think he is a sentimonster. He got cataclysmed in season 3 and didnt start short circuiting. So Gabriel is just fidgeting with the ring because whatever reason.
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I give it a 7/10
It was a pretty chill episode, but its ending was a bit quiet.
I liked Myléne in it and I didnt really feel the cringe.
It was nice seeing Bustier act like a teacher.
Not a bad episode. it was a pleasant watch. Though i am glad I didnt rush off to go see it.
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Rosé just wanted to enjoy her day off.
There she was at her favorite cafe with her best friend, sipping on her iced americano on a hot summer day, trying to ignore Jennie’s annoying habit of guessing the dick size of every young guy that walked into the cafe.
“Six inches...eight inches…” Jennie quietly said, subtlety pointing at each man entering.
“No, wait...nine inches. He’s definitely packing.”
“Can you stop being a slut for five seconds?” Rosé asked, loudly slurping on her drink.
“Have you met me?” Jennie laughed.
“Sadly yes,” Rosé teased. “Your legs are like a convenience store, they never close.”
Jennie stuck her tongue out. “You’re just jealous that I get dicked down more. Oh, that guy definitely has a huge cock.”
“Are you trying to beat your record? Getting fucked by four guys wasn’t enough? Unnie, save some cock for the rest of us.”
“There’s plenty here to go around. Like a dick buffet."
“God, you really are a whore. You do know you don't actually need dick to survive?"
“You’re just saying that because not every guy will drop his pants for you.”
Rosé scoffed. “Is that so? You think I couldn’t pick any cute guy here to suck off in the bathroom?”
“That’s too easy, there’s nothing but hot guys here. You need a real challenge.”
“I’ll take whatever you can throw at me.”
“You’re on then. Follow me.”
✦✦
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jennie asked.
“I’m not backing down,” Rosé said.
“Fine. Two rules, and you must accept both.”
“No problem.”
“The first - the next guy who shows up. It doesn’t matter who - you drop to your knees and you suck him off.“
“That’s it? The bathroom is right there, this will be a cakewalk.”
“Bathroom? Sorry, Rosie, that’s off-limits. That’s too easy. You suck his fucking dick right here.”
“What? Are you out of your fucking mind?” Rosé said exasperatedly.
“Too scared? Don’t worry I’ll keep an eye out.”
“Fine, whatever. What’s the second rule?”
“No swallowing. I know that’ll be difficult for a little cumslut like you.”
Rosé scoffed. “What do I do when he cums then?”
“That’s not my problem, you figure it out,” Jennie laughed.
“Fine. You’re on you whore.“
✦✦
You had one plan for the day, pick up new clothes for work, and head out. Your favorite department store was always crowded after work, so you took the morning off, needing to run other errands at the same time anyways. You used your time to shop early first thing, seeing very little people getting in your way.
Heading towards the section you always browsed, you walked with purpose, but before reaching your destination you were stopped as you heard a voice to your left.
“H-hi!”
You saw what caused the interruption - two gorgeous women to your left, one slightly skinnier than the other with colorful hair in a variety of pink and purple hues.
“Hi? Uh, can I help you, ladies?”
The girl with the purple hair smiled. “Well, in a way. I’m here to help you.”
Her voice was accentuated by an incredibly sexy Australian accent, were it not for that you would have completely ignored her. You didn’t really know what she was talking about or what she wanted but you weren’t that interested anyway.
“I’m sorry but I’m pretty busy right now,” you replied.
“Oh, this won’t take long. Well...it might depending on you,” she playfully said with a giggle.
“You’re stalling, Rosie,” the dark-haired woman said.
“If you’re trying to sell me something I’m not interested, I’m just here to pick some things up for work,” you said.
“We’re not!” she responded.
“Rosie-”
“How you’d like to get your dick sucked today?” She abruptly asked, throwing you completely off-guard.
“I’m sorry, what?”
She smiled again. “It’s still pretty early. Wouldn’t you like to start your day off by having a pretty girl sucking your cock?”
You were stunned. “I-I, I don’t even know you-”
“Well, my name is Roseanne, but you can call me Rosé. This is my friend Jennie, but you don’t have to pay attention to her.” Not simply just Rose, but Rosé. You might have rolled your eyes were you not looking in their direction.
“What the fuck-” Jennie complained.
“It’s not every day you get an offer like this, is it? If you’re not interested in a little you know...” she said, making a jerking off motion and miming her cheek being full.
“I’ll just leave you alone and find someone else.”
“Wait. Hold on-”
“See? Told you he’d be interested, “ Jennie said.
“I’m very good at it,” Rosé smirked, sweetening the pot. Well, how could you refuse an offer like that?
“So you’ll just blow me...just like that?”
“Of course,” Rosé eagerly responded.
“Why? I’m just a stranger.”
“That’s part of the fun. Does it really matter why?”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Come on then,” Rosé said as she offered her hand and whisked you away to a faraway part of the department.
“This will do nicely,” she said.
“Wait. Here? There’s like two bathrooms right over there”
“Bathrooms are against the rules,” Jennie interrupted.
“Rules?”
“We’re just having some friendly competition,” Rosé said.
You hesitated. “We could get caught, arrested or who knows what else.“
“Isn’t that also part of the fun? The thrill of getting caught? Besides, I’ll be making you feel so good you won’t even be thinking of anything else. ” Rosé said with a flirty smile.
“I’ll be a really good lookout,“ Jennie said.
“Look, do you want me to suck your dick or not? I’m not gonna ask again,” Rosé asked impatiently.
“O-of course I do.”
It was a rather secluded area in the corner of the men’s department. High shelves and mannequins dressed better than you ever had blocked most of the view, and Jennie found herself in a rather perfect position to keep an eye out for anyone who would ruin the fun.
Still, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as Rosé slowly lowered her body down until her knees hit the carpet, positioning herself in front of a rack of expensive-looking sports jackets that obscured the view as she grabbed a hairband off her wrist and used it to tie her hair up into a messy ponytail.
“Relax,” Rosé reassured as she began unfastening your pants, dragging your zipper down as if in slow motion as she looked up, giving you a good look at her natural features. Rosé was so beautiful to look at. Her eyes were gorgeous, her full pink lips looked so kissable as you braced yourself, knowing you were about to feel them on your body.
She yanked your pants down to your ankles, and her eyes were drawn to the forming bulge in your boxers as she licked her lips. Grabbing a handful of crotch she rubbed at your cock through the restricting fabric of your underwear, planning her next move as she traced the outline of your hardening shaft.
“What should I call you?” she pondered.
“Well, I do have a name. It’s- “
“No names,” she bluntly interrupted. “If you tell me your name then you won’t be a stranger anymore.”
Rosé grabbed the waistband of your boxers and pulled them down in one swift swooping motion, releasing your trapped cock and briefly avoiding getting smacked in the face with it.
“Wow,” she said full of surprise as her eyes grew wide at the sight of your unleashed shaft.
“Can I call you...Daddy?” Rosé asked as she grabbed your dick and squeezed gently, stroking slowly as her fingers wrapped around your hard throbbing shaft.
“Call me anything you like.”
“Okay. You have a really nice cock, daddy.”
The second time she used the word you felt a tingle up your spine.
“That’s a little overboard, Rosie,” Jennie teased as she overheard.
“Just shut up and do your job,” she fired back.
And there you were, trying to process it all. Your pants down to your ankles in the middle of a fucking department store, being jerked off by a girl you had met no less than five minutes ago. Her innocent face was at odds with what she was doing, and you weren’t sure why you had landed such an opportunity, but quite frankly you didn’t care and were going to enjoy every moment.
Rosé watched the look in your eyes as she stroked your cock, spitting on your shaft to help lubricate it as she twisted her soft delicate hand as she squeezed and pumped up and down, making you leak all over her fingers. She enjoyed it all too much, it was as if she was testing you to see how long you could hold out until you felt her lips.
The moment you felt her wet tongue pressing flat against your shaft, gently brushing up from base to tip you groaned louder than expected, feeling the wetness of her saliva being left in the form of a thin sheen all over your cock.
Rosé did not miss a spot, flicking up and down every inch of your shaft before she found your swollen sensitive tip and began swirling around it in a way she had done many times before, collecting your pre-cum as her tongue gathered every drop that leaked out of your slit.
Her sparkling eyes looked up once more as if to ask if you were ready, although nothing could prepare you for the next few moments. Giving a chaste kiss on the very tip of your shaft, Rosé wettened her lips and they parted as they wrapped around your cock and you felt yourself entering the warmth of Rosé’s mouth.
“F-fuck,” you moaned, as her pretty lips sealed around the head of your cock, gently sucking your tip while keeping a hand stroking your shaft.
She began to bob her head as her lips went deeper down your shaft and retracted back, giving you deep satisfying pleasure as her lips slowly sucked you off at a slow sensual pace.
"That feels fucking amazing."
"I taught her everything she knows," Jennie butted in.
"Oh please," Rosé said, rolling her eyes."I give way better head than you. You just go for quantity over quality."
Your eyebrow furrowed, letting her know you didn’t know what she meant by that.
“Jennie sucked four guys off in a bathroom once. And they all fucked her after that.”
“You girls are wild.”
“We just like to have fun,” Jennie replied.
The warmth of Rosé’s mouth returned, as the pace of her blowjob changed dramatically, slobbering all over your cock as she used one hand to stroke your cock in a corkscrew motion while the other fondled your balls.
“They feel so full, daddy. Seems like you have a lot of cum for me.”
It didn’t take long until Rosé was taking most of you inside her mouth, slurping on your cock like she had missed breakfast and was starving. Her lips felt so soft and her mouth felt so wet, you’d had to admit this was easily one of the best blowjobs you’d ever had.
“God, you’re really good at this,” you admitted, encouraging Rosé as she slapped your cock on her wet pink tongue before licking all around it.
“I’m glad you like it, daddy.”
Her lips tightened around your shaft as she slurped and moaned around your cock, loud enough to make you remember you were very much not in a place designed for such a lewd act, trusting Jennie to keep an eye out.
Rosé bobbed her head faster as she gave long, deep satisfying strokes with her plump lips, moving closer to the end of your cock each time.
“This is my favorite part,” she said with a sly smile, adding more suction and saliva with every movement until her lips met your base and she began deepthroating you, causing you to hit the back of her tight throat and groaned in pleasure.
“Oh f-fuuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back.
The time for slow and sensual was over, as Rosé swallowed up your cock, messily sucking on it with her hungry mouth as she braced herself on your thighs, keeping the oral onslaught on your cock at full potential.
“I hope you’re almost done with him, Rosie. I keep seeing more and more people,” Jennie said.
“Oh, I think we’re getting to the finish line. You’re close aren’t you, daddy?”
You weren’t given a chance to respond as you felt your cock hit the back of Rosé’s tight warm throat, maintaining constant eye contact as she took you deep down as you would fit. Her lips hit your base with every stroke and she moved rapidly from base to tip and then the reverse, not once feeling the need to come up for air as pleasured your cock, wildly bobbing her head up and down to draw out your orgasm.
You closed your eyes almost involuntarily. Savoring the way Rosé’s soft lips traveled up and down your shaft, leaving a trail of saliva and the hungrily slurp of her lips and her wet tongue playing around with the underside of your needy shaft.
There wasn’t a chance in hell you were going to last much longer, and you were thankful for that as Rosé sucked the life out of your cock, that knot in your belly tightening more and more by the second.
“I...I’m gonna cum.”
Rosé’s eyes lit up as she pulled your cock out of her mouth, furiously jerking you off in anticipation. You waited for her to open her mouth back up again, surely she wasn’t going to let you-
“She’s not allowed to swallow,” Jennie explained as she approached for a closer look at the action, interrupting your thoughts.
“Another rule?” you asked. Jennie nodded. “You sure have a lot of rules.”
“Just have to keep it interesting. We do this a lot, “ Jennie smirked.
Rosé kept the pressure on your cock as she stroked even faster, the gears turning in her head as she realized that without the ability to keep your cum contained in her pretty mouth that there weren’t a whole lot of places for your cum to go. Except for all over her.
“I can’t wait for you to explode, daddy.”
You just stood there, practically motionless as you watched Rosé jerking you off furiously, one stroking your cock while the other fondled your balls, doing everything she could to drain your balls as fast as possible.
Watching the eagerness in your eyes, you felt every stroke through your entire body, the faster and longer she stroked the deeper your breathing became until you gave into the pleasure.
“Oh god, I’m-”
You groaned louder than you were expecting as you erupted all over Rosé’s stunning innocent features. Rosé leaned forward as her face collected thick milky strands of hot cum everywhere, painting her forehead and cheeks, her cute nose, and her pink lips. You felt all the tension in your body being released all at once as Rosé milked every last drop onto her beautiful face, her expression in awe at how much of your load she had covered herself in.
Rosé smiled widely and proudly, cleaning off the remains of your cock clean and feeling a wetness between her thighs forming at the task she had just performed in public.
“We should go. It’s getting busier,” Jennie said.
“I’ll just head to the bathroom and then we can leave-”
Jennie looked down at the girl with her face covered in your cum. “Bathroom? Did you forget already?”
“You said I couldn’t use it to suck his cock in,” Rosé said as she stood, feeling the weight of your load as it began dripping down her face.
“Well, you can’t use it to clean up either. And no using your shirt either. “
“Jennie, what the fuck? Aren’t you taking this a bit too far?”
“Am I? You wanted to dethrone me, didn’t you? Then you’ll walk outside with this messy fucking load all over your slutty face.”
Rosé sighed, frustrated, and dumbfounded.
“You can’t be fucking serious. Look at me, I’m a mess.”
“Hey, you agreed to this. You can clean yourself off when we get to the car, I’ll bring it around front. Now, give him your number before anything, and I’ll meet you there,” Jennie said as she gave Rosé’s cum-stained face a long lick, sampling a bit of your semen and licking her lips.
“You taste good. It was nice meeting you,” she smiled and headed off in her own direction.
“Jennie!” Rosé yelled, realizing she was powerless to do anything at this point. She couldn’t waste any more time as you grabbed your phone and handed it to her as she inputted her digits into it, calling herself as you heard the vibration of her phone in your pocket.
“I’ll see you later,” she said with a nervous smile as she hurriedly exited the department, trying to avoid anyone and everyone as she was still covered with you as she stepped into a waiting car idling by the entrance.
✦✦
You don’t remember what time it was, but you felt the buzz of your phone going off twice as you stared up at the ceiling, resting from both the day's events and an unusually long day of work.
There were two messages as you checked your phone, both from the girl named Rosé which you had met earlier as part of your lucky day. The first was a full-body selfie, showing herself still in the same outfit from before.
The second message was an address.
These clothes are annoying me, daddy. Come take them off of me.
Well, you certainly weren’t going to refuse such an offer.
Twenty minutes later you arrived at her apartment, both excited and nervous to see her again.
“Rosie, your dick appointment is here,” Jennie said as you knocked on the door as she unexpectedly answered it.
“Oh, hi, daddy!” Rosé excitedly said as she scurried to the door. Jennie verbally groaned. “Are you still going to call him that?”
“Yes. You don’t mind do you, daddy?” Rosé said playfully. While her outfit remained the same, you clearly noticed the lack of a bra, not that you minded.
“Not at all.”
“See, I thought so. Okay, time for you to go, Jennie. I’m sure like twelve guys are waiting in a public bathroom somewhere to give you all a facial again.”
“It was only four. And you think I'm going to miss out on all the fun?” Jennie said.
Rosé rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m not going to let him fuck you too if that’s what you’re thinking. His cock is too nice to share with your slutty ass.”
“You selfish whore.”
“Find your own cock, Jennie, this one is all mine.” Rosé smiled.
“Fine,” Jennie huffed, as she grabbed something out of Rosé’s back pocket. “But I’m going to be nice and help out. Might as well put this new phone to good use, hm Rosie?”
“Oh my god, you’re so annoying. Can’t you go be a slut somewhere else?”
Jennie turned her attention towards you. “Look, if you’re going to have a hot night with this little slut, wouldn’t you like to be able to replay it over and over?”
“That does sound nice…”
“I’m sorry you have to deal with her, daddy,” Rosé sighed. “Fine, but you don’t get to touch him, and stay out of the way.”
“I’ll be just like a ghost.”
You weren’t expecting a second pair of eyes, but given the circumstances in how you met Rosé, you felt like anything could happen with these two.
Rosé grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom while Jennie followed.
“I’ll give you two time to warm up before I start recording,” Jennie smugly said.
“How generous,” Rosé sarcastically replied.
You felt a bit awkward with Jennie in the room, even though hours ago she had watched you give this gorgeous woman with the sexiest accent a huge facial in public.
“Just ignore her,” Rosé said as she brought you closer to the bed and wrapped her arms around your neck, planting her soft lips against yours, lips you missed feeling on your cock already. Rosé tasted sweet, and you wanted more as you engaged her lips again, your tongues dancing around as your hands wrapped around her slender waist.
You both carefully climbed the bed, with her petite body under yours you couldn’t help but want to uncover more of it, you needed to see every inch of it.
“Can I take this off?” you asked, gently tugging on the material of her shirt.
“Of course, daddy. That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? Take it all off me.”
She smiled and you crashed your lips against hers again as you grabbed the hem of her shirt and hastily removed it from her body, tossing it away as fast as you could as you admired her bare torso and her small, but perky tits.
“God, you’re so gorgeous,” you said as your mouth watered.
“Are you just going to stare?” she teased.
“I just might,“ you replied, not knowing where you wanted to start. You kissed her again, this time rougher, forgoing passion for lust as you sucked on her bottom lip as you wanted to devour every inch of this girl's body.
“Fuck, you really are sexy. You make me want to ruin you,” you growled, as you brought your lips to the side of her neck and licked up and down it before parking your lips against her sensitive skin, earning your first moan of the night.
“I won’t stop you, daddy.”
You kept your lips sucking away on her neck, hungrily eating up every bit of her sensitive warm flesh you found there with every desire to mark her. Sharing lustful stares, you slowly peeled yourself from her neck before moving down, kissing her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, and her tight stomach, falling completely in love with her body.
“I’m definitely going to ruin you.”
Rosé blushed as you moved your lips back to her chest, sucking on her nipples that had already hardened.
“Things are getting spicy now,” Jennie commented, as she readied Rosé’s phone, and prepared to play camerawoman.
“Just pretend like I'm not here.”
It was rather easy to forget about Jennie’s presence, given the infatuation you had already had with Rosé’s tight body as you continued sucking on her perky tits, biting on her nipples, and slurping on them as her cute whiny moans filled your ears.
Unlike your earlier shenanigans in the department store, you were going to take your time here, using your time freely to explore every inch and surface of Rosé, not leaving a part of her body without your lips touching it.
It didn’t take long for Rosé to melt at your touch as you kept a nipple in between your lips as a hand began travelling south. You slipped a hand in between her slender thighs, actually surprised with the fact that she still had underwear on as you pushed against her core and felt a piece of thin fabric impeding your progress.
Rosé gasped as you pushed two fingers against her underwear, pressing against her clothed pussy and you could feel an obvious wetness already. You withdrew your mouth from her tits rubbing circles against her clothed core and seeing the lust and desire in her pretty sparkling eyes.
“F-fuck, daddy,” Rosé said as she gave another desperate gasp. Exposing her weakness, you felt obliged to take advantage of it as you hiked up her tight red skirt and revealed the lavender pair of panties that almost matched the color of her hair, taking note of the very prominent wet spot front and center.
“You’re drenched, Miss Rosie,” taking advantage of the cute nickname for the first time, spreading her thighs wider and nudging your nose against the wet spot, taking in her intoxicating aroma and giving a lick across the damp spot that caused her breath to hitch and her hips to buck.
“Sensitive are we?” you asked teasingly, giving another short lick and then nothing, just staring at the anticipation in Rosé’s dazzling round eyes.
You barely knew this girl hours ago, and you still didn’t, but you knew you needed to turn her into a puddle, an absolute squirming mess. Maybe it was the fact that her friend Jennie was involved in this little romp, filming the reaction on her face that you felt obligated to up the ante.
Rosé’s thighs were surprisingly full considering her body type, plenty to work with as you began kissing up and down each thigh tenderly, planting a trail of kisses on her pale flushed skin as you felt the fabric of her panties becoming wetter by the moment.
“God, do you have to tease me so much, daddy?” She whined as you began to replace soft kisses with long delicate licks, tasting the warmth of her soft sensitive skin.
“Of course,” you said, responding with messier licks that turned into bites, wanting to mark every part of her body. If she was this needy now, you couldn’t wait to see how she reacted with your head in between her thighs.
This was too much fun really, making her squirm with every touch but you grew a bit hungry, with the only thing that could satisfy your appetite inches apart from your lips. Giving a delicate kiss to Rosé’s wet center that made her jerk, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her ruined panties, and with her lifting her ass up you slid them down her incredibly long and sexy legs, tossing them at Jennie who was not amused at your antics.
Words did describe how beautiful Rosé’s pussy looked. Absolutely perfect in every way, pink, shaved, and appetizing as could be as the soft flesh between her spread thighs was abundantly coated with her nectar that you were dying to have a taste.
“God, you look so delicious. You look good enough to eat,” you said, admiring the view her wet pink pussy gave, your mouth continuing to water with each second you stared between her legs.
“Then taste me, daddy,” she pleaded, but you weren’t going to make it easy for her. There wouldn’t be any fun in that as you began sucking on one of her thighs, running your hand up and down the other, and switching sides until she was falling apart.
“D-daddy, please,” she whined, as you sucked on her skin deeper, before removing your lips from her marked thighs and licking your lips at what you saw ready for you.
“Please what?”
“Please eat me,” she said, but you weren’t convinced, planting more kisses on her thighs and ultimately one on her pussy, blowing hot air aimed at her clit as her whole body jerked.
“F-fuck, daddy, p-lease.”
You quite enjoyed the control you held over her, wanting to give her just a sample of what was in store as you gave one slow, long lick up her drenched slit, hearing a loud needy moan as you tasted her for the first time.
“Like, this, baby?”
“Y-yes, daddy. More.”
“I didn’t hear a please. Daddy wants you to beg.”
“P-please, daddy. Please let me feel that tongue inside my pussy, please, please daddy.”
Her begging really turned you on. You didn’t know whether to make her continue or not, but you figured she had enough for the time being as you almost ripped her skirt off her petite body licked in between her folds slowly, gathering every bit of honey to taste on your tongue.
“Oh f-fuck, daddyyy…” she moaned with that ridiculously sexy accent, and you wanted to hear more and quickly grew tired of teasing, eating Rosé out like she was your last fucking meal. You explored her delicious pussy with your tongue, licking every inch of her cunt and lapping up her juices on your lips as you began to feel her soft thighs slowly closing around your face.
Feeling a warm thigh on either side caressing your face you looked up at Rosé as you devoured her pussy, seeing her mouth agape as you licked everywhere you could before taking her sensitive clit between your lips, taking a few swipes before bringing it into your mouth and sucking on it loudly.
“Oh fuuuck, daddy, you eat me so well, you really know how to use that fucking tongue,” she said, her thighs shaking around your head.
Rosé sure was something. All you knew about her was her name, that she looked amazing naked and she gave amazing head, and also both her and her friend really liked to have a lot of sex. You also knew she was the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted, her taste unforgettable and you wanted it lingering on your tongue forever.
“You taste so fucking good,” you growled out as you continued to feast on her sensitive pussy, burying your face between her thighs as you felt her small hands grabbing onto your head and pulling on your hair as you lapped at her leaking hole, trying to get more of her juices into your mouth.
The more you ate her out the more you wanted her, feeling her dripping cunt smearing all over your face, every lick inside her pussy earning a cute whiny moan, and the way you could feel her body reacting to your touch you could tell she was close.
You kept your lips surrounding her clit, running your hands all over her body while you brought two fingers inside her wet hole and curled them, hitting her spot and making her lose it. Her back arched as you furiously rocked your fingers inside her tight cunt, trying to make her hit her peak as fast as possible.
“D-daddy, p-please don’t stop, I’m almost there,” she whimpered, and you did everything in your power to bring her there. Rubbing at her core and sloppily slurping on her clit, feeling the warm thighs around your head vibrating in time with your fingers, and soon after Rosé came.
Her juices gushed into your mouth and you felt the whole bed shaking in response to her climax. Keeping your fingers buried in her leaking cunt and your lips wrapped tightly on her swollen clit, her whole body turned to jelly and rendering herself out of breath.
Jennie kept the camera focused on her o-face, getting a closeup view of the intense orgasm that had just run its course through her body.
“G-god, you’re amazing,“ Rosé breathlessly said as you kissed up her body and brought your fingers into her mouth. Without even asking, she sucked on them, tasting her own juices and needily slurped on them, cleaning them off.
Rosé didn’t stop, even after the taste of herself no longer lingered on your fingers, her lips and tongue continued slurping away and couldn’t get enough, revealing one of her weaknesses to you.
“You really are such a needy little slut,” Jennie said, keeping Rosé's glazed over eyes in perfect frame.
“I wanna taste your cock again, daddy,” Rosé said, cutely pouting, wanting the same thing as you flipped positions. She quickly stripped your shirt off and slipped her delicate hand inside your shorts and began stroking your cock.
You continued to intoxicate yourself with the taste of Rosé’s lips as her small hand pumped you up and down, finding that slow rhythm that built you up, leaving you wanting more.
“Then suck my cock,” you demanded, and her eyes beamed at your command, instantly wanting to obey.
“I’ll do more than that, daddy,” she seductively said as your pants and boxers were removed in a flash, matching her state of undress as her eyes admired your cock, hard as could be.
Rosé didn’t waste time diving into your cock, freely stroking it as her naked body laid down flat on her stomach and spread your legs, licking up and down hungrily all over your shaft and leaving a sheen of saliva all over.
Her attention changed as Rosé brought her mouth to your balls, kissing each one tenderly before she brought them into her mouth individually, licking and sucking each tenderly as she stroked your cock, causing you to moan even louder.
“You must really like his cock, Rosie. Not that I blame you,” Jennie said as she aimed the phone carefully to make sure she didn’t miss a single section of the action.
“I do. I love daddy's cock,” Rosé said as she nudged her nose against your balls and sucked even more before she covered your shaft in a plethora of kisses from base to tip, making sure not to miss a spot untouched by her beautiful soft lips.
“Daddy…” Rosé said, pausing afterward. “I want you to fuck my throat.”
The erotic words you had just heard was anything but surprising, yet you wanted to hear her repeat it. Not just because you wanted to hear her confirming what she wanted, because you wanted just to hear it again.
“What was that?”
With her hands stroking your cock Rosé repeated her request. “Fuck my throat, daddy.”
Rosé’s lips pulled into a needy smile as you took your cock from her and took control, rubbing your tip all over her soft lips, smearing your leaking precum all over her sinful mouth.
“Slap my pretty face with that fucking cock, daddy.”
Rosé had said a lot of filthy things that day, but this had to be one of your favorites. With your cock rock fucking hard, you slapped her cute face several times, your tip striking her cheeks and leaving more precum as you heard her pretty moans after each soft impact.
Desperately needing more out of Rosé’s mouth, you pushed half of your shaft back in her mouth, roughly grabbing the back of her head and shoved her all the way down your base as you began to fuck her warm pretty mouth.
You picked up speed right away and harshly rammed your cock down Rosé’s throat, feeling it tightening as you hit the back of it and instantly causing a series of gags.
Rosé’s eyes looked straight at you as she maintained perfect eye contact, slurping and gagging on every inch of your shaft as you used her for your own pleasure, fucking her mouth like a toy and causing your shaft to be drenched with her saliva in a matter of seconds.
“Choke on that fucking dick,” Jennie said as you increased your speed, your slippery cock moving in and out of her open mouth with ease, her eyes beginning to water as her drool smeared all over her lips and chin.
“Fuck, that feels so good, baby,” you moaned after a series of harsher thrusts, your balls slapping against her pretty face. Soon the sounds of Rosé gagging on your cock matched your rhythm, and you gave in to your animalistic desires as you used both hands and repeatedly drove every inch of your needy cock down her messy warm mouth.
“Such a messy little slut aren’t you, Rosie? You’re really taking that cock well.” Jennie said.
You continued to moan as you fucked Rosé’s pretty drool-covered face, the look in her eyes not only encouraging you to continue but letting you know that she was getting off on this just as much as you were.
With your hands running through her hair you pulled her all the way down and held her all the way against your base, debating on whether you wanted to unload deep down her throat but opting to keep her held there with her throat stuffed with every inch, earning more sinful gags as you furiously fucked her throat mercilessly.
Holding her down again and again, you lengthened the time pressing her face against your crotch, not letting go until Rosé tapped on your thigh repeatedly and you weakened your grip slowly and released her.
Rosé gradually withdrew your cock from her mouth and smiled widely as she gasped for air, rubbing your cock all over her already messy face.
“Did that feel good, daddy?”
"It felt amazing."
“Good, I want you to feel even better. Come fuck me, daddy," she said with a lustful smile.
“How do you want it, baby?”
“Just like this,” Rosé said as she turned around and faced the foot of the bed, giving Jennie the perfect angle and getting onto her hands and knees as she looked back with desire in her eyes, shaking her cute little ass.
You gathered yourself as you positioned behind her naked bent over body, running your hands all over her and giving her ass a quick slap, hearing her gasp loudly.
"Fuck me, daddy," she whined and you weren't going to keep her waiting as you rubbed your tip against her folds, feeling her wetness spreading all over your cock.
"You're so wet, baby," you said as you pushed against her entrance, feeling her tightness and warmth inviting you inside.
"Put it in, daddy. Don't you dare be gentle."
Holding onto one of her hips, you slowly pushed inside Rosé and groaned as you entered her, feeling her intense tightness and warmth squeezing your cock.
"Fuck, you're tight," you moaned as you pushed deeper, more wetness surrounding your cock as Rosé scrambled to grab onto the edge of the mattress.
"Oh f-fuck, fill me with cock, daddy."
With one more thrust you, bottomed her out and fully parted her hot wet flesh, grabbing both hips tightly and began fucking her from behind without hesitation, earning several gasps and moans.
"Stretch her out with that fucking dick," Jennie hissed as you built up a rhythm, earning loud moans from Rosé as you pumped in and out of her tight dripping cunt.
"Oh fuck, daddy!"
You quickly upped the pace, giving long deep strokes inside Rose's tight wet pussy, her dripping pink lips gripping your cock with every full thrust.
"God, you're so fucking tight, baby," you said as you flattened your palm and struck her tight ass, rippling the flesh as she shrieked in response.
"She is, isn't she? Even after all the cocks she's had inside her," Jennie smirked.
Rosé ignored her, opting instead of gaining more pleasure as she pushed her hips against you, wanting to take more of your cock as possible.
"Pound me, daddy," she begged as you began slamming your cock deep inside her tight cunt, rocking the bed with every thrust.
"Oh god yes," she moaned, as your hips smacked against her petite frame, giving harsher and faster thrusts as the sounds of hot flesh slapping against hot flesh filled the room.
Running your hands all over Rose's sexy tight body you felt the sweat misting over her soft skin as you pounded into her, listening to every cute moan and whimper that came out of her lips.
"More, daddy. I need more, please," Rosé begged, her cheeks smacking as you drove your cock harshly inside her, juices leaking down her thighs and dripping onto your shaft and balls.
Rosé’s hot wet flesh felt so heavenly wrapped around your shaft as you leaned forward and wrapped your fingers around the short ponytail she still had equipped, pulling back on it as you used even more force to fuck her, causing the bed to creak violently.
You immediately felt her walls clenching tighter as you kept a tight grip on her hair, giving her ass several smacks as it jiggled each time deliciously with every impact.
“Slap my fucking ass, daddy. Harder.”
You did as asked as you began to up your pace even more, raising your palm and giving repeated spanks, squeezing her tender flesh at the end of your impact to add extra oomph until both of her delicious cheeks were painted bright red with your handprints, feeling her walls tightening and pulsating each time.
“You like taking this cock like a good little slut?” you asked, keeping a handful of her pretty hair as you continued to spank her ass, giving her the deepest thrusts you could summon.
“Oh-oh fuck, yes I do, daddy! Don’t stop fucking me!”
Nothing could stop you from drilling into her tight body, using her tight wet cunt as if it was just a toy for you to fuck. Every thrust into Rosé felt wetter and tighter, her moans increasing in length and volume to confirm her satisfaction. She mirrored your thrusts, continuing to push backward and timing the movement of her body as she held onto the bed for dear life, trying to get your cock as deep as possible in her.
You gave her sore red cheeks a break, keeping the harsh grip on her ponytail as you felt sweat dripping off your forehead, focusing only on the wetness and warmth of Rosé’s pussy as you gave her everything you had, her tight walls pulsating in response.
“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m going to cum!”
Rosé’s words made you fuck her as fast as you could, slamming her tight cunt and filling her with cock as her walls tightened even more, almost painfully so.
“Cum for me, baby. All over my fucking cock.”
Looking straight into the camera Rosé moaned and came on command as you felt even more wetness as you harshly pumped inside her pussy, losing control as she gushed all over your cock.
Your drenched cock threatened to slip out but the warm tightness of her hole kept you buried inside her as her body shook in response, her juices spilling liberally out of her warm hole and staining her thighs, your cock and the bedsheets underneath that were already a beautiful mess.
You fucked her straight through her orgasm, abruptly letting go of her hair as she fell forward and gasped for air as she tried to recover her senses and stabilize her tired breathing.
“You must be getting close, daddy,” Rosé weakly said.
“I am, baby, but I can fuck you all night.”
You withdrew out of her tight pussy, the act of pulling out almost made her climax again. Using her hips you turned her over as she laid onto her back and spread her legs for you, showing just how wet she was and played with her pretty pussy.
Rosé was more than ready to continue, but you wanted to earn it and rubbed your cock through her slippery pink lips, her warm flesh even wetter after her climax. You smirked and slapped her pussy with your hard shaft, the wet sounds of her flesh evident.
"Daddy…" she whined.
"Want it?" you asked, teasing penetration by nudging your cock against her entrance several times but withdrawing at the final moment.
“Y-yes, daddy. I need your cock inside me again."
“Then beg for it. Beg for it like a good little slut."
“Please fuck me, daddy. Shove your big hard cock in my tight cunt and stretch my pretty little hole, please, daddy, fuck me like the needy slut I am daddy, please.“
You loved hearing her beg as much as she loved begging and you were eager to reward Rosé for her efforts. Not wanting just to fuck her in a simple position, you opted for something different as you grabbed her legs up and lifted them in the air, bending her knees.
Rosé looked lustfully into your eyes, hugging the back of her knees to assist and keep her legs in the air, allowing you to focus on her dripping cunt.
"I'm going to enjoy ruining you, baby," you said and slid every inch inside Rosé who gasped in surprise, throwing her head back as you felt her pussy clenching around your shaft.
Rosé didn't have a chance to adjust to your cock as you placed a palm on each of her thighs and started thrusting, immediately bottoming her out as you began fucking her balls deep at a rapid pace.
The addicting squeeze her pussy gave drove you crazy as you used her body, only concerned with how good you felt.
"Fuck, you’re such a tight little slut, Rosie," you growled, pounding her deep and stretching her tight walls out as wide as you could.
Every thrust was smooth and pleasurable as could be, aided by the intense wetness of her slick-filled walls and driving your cock deep as you could possibly go.
"Oh fuck, daddy! Don't stop! Please don't stop fucking me like this, use my pussy for your own pleasure!"
"Fuck this cheap little whore so hard she can't walk for a week," Jennie spoke up.
"Is that what you want, baby?" you asked. Rosé nodded needily, unlocking more of your animalistic urges.
"Yes! Pound my tight slutty pussy, daddy. I'm just a pretty little fucktoy for you to use and ruin!"
"That's all you are, isn't it? Just a cute little cum dump for daddy?"
"Yes, daddy! I'm nothing but a hole for you to empty your load. Please keep fucking me, daddy!
The vulgarity spilling out of Rosé's naughty mouth heightened your arousal as you gave more aggressive thrusts, pistoning your hips and keeping the rhythm harsh enough as the flesh of your body loudly smacked against her own.
"So fucking wet, baby. Am I turning you on that much?"
"Y-yes, daddy! You're fucking me so deep, I love it. Don't stop until your cum is inside me!"
Every stroke inside Rosé felt better than the last, her pussy felt so fucking heavenly, so hot, tight, and wet around your shaft that you couldn't see yourself lasting that much longer.
"I love fucking you so much, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good, I might cum soon."
"Please do, daddy! Fill your little slut's pussy with all of your cum!"
You didn't dare stray from your position, giving your all and continuing to grasp Rosé's warm thighs and slamming so harshly into her cunt you were worried her bed might break.
"Take that fucking cock. Take all of it you whore!" you hissed. It wouldn't be much longer now.
You watched the lust and need in her eyes, savoring the way her wet tight walls felt as you drilled her cunt, giving the deepest thrusts you could muster and felt your body tensing up.
With sweat liberally dripping down your forehead you used up all your leftover stamina and gave Rosé your final thrusts, fucking her as hard and deep as possible at a breakneck pace with her pussy squeezing your cock harshly and urging your release.
"Rosie I'm-"
You couldn’t even finish your sentence, groaning and grunting loudly as you exploded, pumping Rosé full of your thick creamy load deep inside her cunt, finding relief as you emptied everything into her body.
You kept thrusting until her pussy had milked your cock completely dry, filling her hole to the brim and watching the lust overtaking her features.
"Daddy...it feels so warm and thick…" Rosé said, her expression equal parts exhaustion and satisfaction.
Resting inside Rosé you didn't want to ever leave the comforting warmth of her pussy, but also wanted to see the load you had just deposited, catching your breath.
Eventually, you slowly pulled out an inch at a time as Jennie prepared to capture it all.
The moment your cock withdrew from her pussy your cum began leaking out as Jennie found the perfect angle to capture the dripping creampie slowly leaking from her freshly fucked pussy.
"Fuck, Rosie, you made him cum a lot."
Rosé tiredly smiled, both at you and the camera.
"Daddy must really like fucking me."
"I do, fuck I really do," you said, exhausted
"Hold this?" Jennie asked, handing you her phone. You watched through the phone screen as Jennie positioned her face between Rosé's thighs, hungrily sucking your cum out of her Rose's cunt, cleaning up her creamy pussy.
"Hey, you slut! That's my load," Rosé complained in between moans.
"Not anymore," Jennie smiled, continuing to give her pussy repeated licks to collect your cum on her tongue before swallowing it all down.
Rosé climbed off the bed and dropped to her knees, sucking your entire length clean. She didn't want to let Jennie get a chance to get the drop on her, licking every drop.
"Thank you," Jennie said as she retrieved Rose's phone from you, aiming the camera one final time at an exhausted Rosé.
“Wave to the camera, Rosie.”
“Thank you, daddy, for giving me such a good pounding, “ Rosé said as she waved cutely, and Jennie ended the recording.
“Ok, hurry and send him a copy. His number is in there already," Rosé said.
“But which daddy is he saved under?” Jennie teased.
“I only have one you whore."
“For now. There he is.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Shit, I-”
“What?” Rosé asked.
“I might have just sent it to everyone-”
"You better be fucking kidding-”
Jennie smiled. “Of course I am. I only sent it to him, Jisoo, and Lisa.”
“You what?!”
“It’s not like they haven’t seen you getting fucked before. You want them to miss out on the fun?"
Rosé huffed. “Fine, whatever. At least ask me next time, bitch.”
“Fine, you big baby.”
Rosé turned her attention to you. “You’re not tired yet, are you, daddy?” she asked, gripping your still rigid cock and giving slow delicate strokes.
“You’re still hard?” Rosé asked, surprised.
“Guess you’re just that hot, baby.”
“Well, I’m glad, daddy. Because you’re not done with me. I could use a nice relaxing shower. Join me?”
“I’d love to.”
Rosé smiled and led you by your cock to the bathroom.
“You too Jennie. This camera is waterproof, you know? This’ll be the perfect time to test it.”
"Fine, but I'm not getting left out this time."
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Dean Winchester (and the script leaks last night) possessed me to write this.
Dean happens upon Chuck's latest book: Carry On. Except it ends differently than it really went, and the ending? It's really fucking bad.
tw: suicide mention, transphobia (quickly shut the fuck down)
Dean doesn’t make a habit of going to bookstores. Not because he hates books, contrary to what Sam might think; he just prefers to buy used books. There’s something comforting about a book that has already been worn and read over and over, that already shows how much the previous owner loved it. Plus, y’know, big corporations are evil and all that. And Dean only allows himself to overlook that when his stomach or his wallet wins over his hatred of the shitty mass-produced products.
This time it was Jack who won; he’s obsessed with this new fantasy series and the new book just came out, so there’s no way he can hunt it down on Ebay. He makes his way to the fantasy and sci-fi section, eyes roaming over the displays of new releases, and his eye catches on something that turns his blood cold.
“Supernatural: Carry On, The Final Book of the Winchesters’ Epic Journey” takes up a whole table, the generic and overly serious cover jeering out at him.
He storms over to the display, anger covering up for the way his body feels light as a feather and like lead all at once, and picks up a book. “Why is Sam always fucking shirtless?” he mutters, the only thought that allows itself from the mess inside his head to his mouth.
“Book sales.” A voice behind him says. He turns to see a teenager with their arms crossed over their work polo, pierced lip fixed into a customer-unfriendly frown.
“People want to see that?”
They snort, a small grin turning up the corner of their lips. It reminds Dean of Cas. “No. But that’s what advertisers think all ‘women’ want,” They use air quotes.
He raises an eyebrow and asks. “Women?”
They shrug and uncross their arms, leaning back against the display table behind them. Their nametag says Jadyn. “Supernatural’s biggest block of readers is queer. I’d go out on a limb and say a lot of those the marketers think of as ‘women’ aren’t, or if they are, they aren’t itching to see Sam’s six pack.” Jadyn smirks.
Dean takes a second to digest that, then grins down at the book, thinking past Sam’s apparently badly-received nudity now. “So how’d they like it?” he asks, waving the book a bit and looking up at Jadyn. Apparently they know a lot about the fans of the books, and for once, he’s proud of the way the story ended.
Jadyn’s face sets into all hard lines. “Most people fucking hated it.” they say bluntly, then, probably remembering that he’s a customer, correct. “Sorry. I mean, it got some good reviews, mostly from people who like Wincest, but beyond that, it had some problematic plot points.”
Dean winces at the reminder of the ship between him and his brother, then scrunches his whole face together in confusion. “Wait, what? Why?” Why would Wincest fans like it? What was problematic about their end?
Jadyn shifts from foot to foot. “I don’t wanna spoil anything for you-”
“I don’t care about spoilers, just give me the short version.” Dean says quickly. A quiet panic is rising in him, and suddenly he has a horrible feeling that he’s not holding the truth in his hands anymore.
“Uh, okay… Well, the most obvious thing is the bury-your-gays thing, then there’s the fact that it completely contradicted the rest of the lore. And it was ableist, misogynistic, and messed up, like, every character’s arc.” they take a breath, clearly worked up by it. “Even if they changed any of the details too, it was all built on Dean’s death, and that’s just bullshit. Sorry.” they apologize again, apparently mistaking Dean’s stricken expression to be in reaction to their rant and swearing.
“No, nah, you’re… you’re okay. Uh, thanks.” he waves a hand and wanders away from them, only remembering Jack’s book when he’s almost to the register. He manages to make his way back and find the damn thing, but he’s still in a fog when he gets to the register.
“Did anyone help you in the store today?”
“Huh?” he looks up and meets the middle-aged cashier’s gaze for the first time. Brent, from the nametag, looks at him impatiently. “Oh, yeah, uh… Jadyn. Jadyn helped me.” Brent scoffs and starts typing with a shake of the head. “Uh, is there a problem?” Dean asks, a little annoyed at this cashier’s unnecessary attitude. He usually doesn’t care if an employee’s rude, because they have to deal with assholes all the time and honestly Dean isn’t much better, but this one gives him a bad feeling.
“No, no, sorry. It’s just - “Jadyn’s” got this idea that he’s a girl. Makes everybody call him that name now too. Just-” Brent shakes his head. “I mean, you get it. Their generation, everybody wants to be special.”
Dean glares. “No, I don’t get it, Brent.” He says through gritted teeth. “Seems to me like Jadyn probably deals with enough assholes like you that her asking for a little basic decency is the exact opposite of special. Sounds pretty normal, actually.” He can see the fear creep into Brent’s eyes, and he knows the cashier is reacting to the murderous look in his eyes more than his actual words.
Brent hands Dean his bag of books with a quiet, “Here you go.”
Dean snatches it away. “Oh, Brent?” he checks over his shoulder to make sure they’re alone and then leans across the counter into Brent’s space. “You should find a new job, one where you don’t have to interact with other people. At least until you learn how to stop being a piece of shit.” He starts to ease away but thinks better about it. “And if you think that’s a suggestion, it’s not. My husband likes this book coming out next month that I’ll need to buy, and if I see you here when I come, well… it would be really embarrassing for you to tell all your little friends that you got your ass beat by a ‘special’ guy, huh?” He pats Brent on the cheek condescendingly and leaves with a huff.
Damn transphobes.
He only remembers the book once he’s back in Baby, and he takes the time to drive out of town before he pulls over to read it. It’s an old abandoned church, the cross long since fallen from the roof and the doors hanging off their hinges. He sits on the steps just because being in Baby seems claustrophobic for once in his life, and going back to the bunker to look at this is just… not happening.
Dean only skims the beginning to see that it starts the same. The ground erupting with bodies, hell spitting out its most-conveniently placed nasties, Rowena sacrificing herself, Cas leaving. His throat closes up at that, at Chuck’s description of Cas’s heartbroken expression as he climbs the stairs of the bunker. He clears his throat and skips to the end, right past Cas’s death that he doesn’t have the time to think about right now, past them defeating Chuck and then stops. He goes back a few pages, trying to find the disconnect.
The story’s different.
After Jack takes on God’s power, in the book, he’s totally fine. Not almost vibrating out of his skin or anything, not crying like the three year old he is because he’s scared. Not like it really happened. He just smiles and leaves him and Sam, and they let him go.
Dean scoffs, skimming over the story as it just gets more ridiculous.
In the book, he doesn’t even try to save Cas. They barely even mention him. And they never mention Eileen, either. In fact, Dean notes disbelievingly, practically the only characters in the last few chapters are him and Sam. They’re hunting again.
“What, is Chuck trying to keep the series going?” he whispers to himself, anger flaring through him. They let Chuck live, and he decided to write obnoxious fanfiction about them? He’s gonna kill that shameless little fucker. For real, this time. He deserves it.
In the book, Sam and Dean torture some vampire mime, and they enjoy it. Dean cringes; this is really what Chuck thinks of them. Then they tussle with more vamps in a barn and-
Dean’s brain stops working. He rereads the scene again and again.
“There’s something in my… something in my back. It feels like it’s right through me.”
Dean Winchester dies in a dirty barn, on a piece of freaking rebar.
More than that, Dean realizes on his fourth read-through. This Dean? He tried to drag out his speech, Dean can tell by the way he pauses for fucking drama. He would never do that. He would never talk to Sam for fifteen hellish minutes when he could be trying. Trying to live, so he can actually get his life back on track, get his family back. No, he made that speech stalling. He made that speech so Sam wouldn’t try to save him.
“You gotta admit, I had one helluva ride.” He was strangely calm.
Chuck made him kill himself.
Dean reads the rest of the book through blurry eyes, reading an ambiguous and nothing-ending, one where he’s somehow happy to be dead and driving around in heaven alone while Sam raises a kid into hunting and cries about Dean decades after he’s died. Eileen isn’t mentioned. Cas is mentioned once, and Bizzarro-Dean doesn’t even think about seeing him, apparently. The whole book ends with a hug between him and Sam, both dead. Both alone.
Dean rips the ending up. He tears through the stupid paper covering and keeps ripping the pages up until they’re the size of confetti. His lower lip wobbles. He throws the whole thing against the side of the building, and it tumbles through the broken doorway and drops into a pile of dust and dirt. “That isn’t the fucking ending.” he grounds out, knocking his hand against the flimsy handrail. It gives a little under his fist and he kicks at it. “That isn’t the fucking ending!”
He’s having a panic attack. Again. He tries to take deep breaths, but they’re gulping, too big, they’re making him panic more. He scrambles back to Baby and grabs his phone, presses the first number on his favorites list and waits for him to answer on speaker phone.
“Hey Dean, what’s up?” Sam sounds like he’s been laughing. There are voices in the background, and Dean tries to convince himself one of them is Eileen.
“Hey Sammy.” he chokes out, trying to sound normal. “You busy?”
There’s a pause, and then the sounds in the background. “Nah, Rowena’s just over.” he says casually.
“So those voices in the background were-”
“Rowena and Eileen, yeah. They’re trying to convince me we need to go to Mexico. For the beaches.” A smile in his voice. Dean lets out a sigh of relief. What’s up, Dean? You need something?” The smile drops, and Sam’s worried.
Sam’s okay. Sam’s okay. “No, nah. Hey, you heard from Donna lately?” Dean just needs to triple-check.
“Uh, no, not since Sunday dinner… Dean, you okay?”
“Yeah, she just- she hasn’t been answering my texts. Just wanted to make sure.” Dean lies quickly. His breathing is still uneven, but his body is settling into uneven shakes.
Sam sounds skeptical. “Yeah, well, she did tell us it’s been pretty busy at work lately. Y’know, everybody going out for the first time with COVID, getting stupid. Plus, y’know, nowhere’s drowning in EMTs right now.”
“Right. Yeah.” Dean takes a deep breath, a distant memory of Donna talking about that coming back to him.
“Pretty sure you were setting up a D&D session with Charlie while she was talking about that,” Sam laughs. Dean knows he means it as a subtle jab, but there’s too much relief flooding through him to care. Still, a string is pulled taut in him, and Sam can’t fix that completely.
“Gotta go, Sam,” Dean hangs up before Sam can say anything else, and goes to his next contact. It rings for far too long, and Dean’s heartbeat picks back up to thundering.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Cas,” Dean breathes out. “Cas, you know I love you, right?” He needs to test all the bounds of this, to make sure, just to make sure. Make sure Chuck isn’t still fucking with him. Because apparently, Chuck won’t let him be queer. Not in his story. Not out loud.
He can hear Cas’s eyebrow raise through the phone, and his chest is overcome with stupid fondness. “I would be a little worried if you didn’t.”
Dean grins widely. “Like, romantically. I’m in love with you. Because you’re the love of my life and I’m bisexual.” He says it all like it’s a checklist, like he expects some cosmic being to slap a hand over his mouth before he gets each next phrase out.
“Yes, Dean. We’ve been married almost two months.” Cas is smiling. It happens everytime he talks about their wedding. Dean adores it. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, now it is.” His whole body relaxes, still vibrating with leftover panic, but satisfied. “I got Jack’s book.”
“Oh, good. He’ll be so pleased.” Cas pauses. “Dean, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Dean eases off the ground and sends a last look at the dilapidated church before climbing into Baby. “Just- read a bad book. I’ll tell you about it later. When I get home.”
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Had dinner with Allie tonight, in the bakery after we closed. I like that I'm in charge enough to have a key, it kills two birds with one stone a lot of the time. She meets me here every Thursday, and helps me put away the remaining pantry stuff that I don't feel like dealing with after delivery on Wednesdays. Which is everything that doesn't require refrigeration. She actually cooked me something today, instead of the usual pizza with increasingly strange combinations of toppings. (Which is the way I always order pizza...I will often ask what their least ordered toppings are and build from there.)
So I've got my mouth stuffed with an admittedly EXCELLENT bite of eggplant rollatini when she asks me about the hot librarian. "How are you and Fargo getting on?"
"Fargo?" I considered for a moment whether I really needed to tell her that Minnesota and North Dakota are not the same place like, at all.
"He didn't mention that? Yeah I just started calling him yankee stuff and Fargo just stuck." She told me she's called him Prairie Home Companion, Northern Exposure, and Poutine before as well. "You like him?"
"Of course I like him. What's not to like?"
"No but...do you actually like him or is it just?" She then proceeded to mime a BJ until I spit out my food lest I choke to death laughing.
This bitch cannot possibly be insinuating that this is purely a sex thing.
"Look, I didn't sleep with anyone for years so having someone to...it's a welcome change." I meant that to sound better than it did. She didn't really let me fix it before she continued.
"I have to confess something."
In my head, my anxiety peaked and then somehow still kept spiking. I imagine that they did sleep together, that he fell in love with her, that she's in love with him and has decided to collect him. My best friend becomes the Jolene to my Dolly and I wouldn't blame either of them for letting it happen. They're the same kind of hot and that's how it works, right?
"I let him read your book. I'M SORRY."
"Oh."
"Why is your face? What did you think I was gonna say?"
I didn't say anything, just stared down at my plate but eventually she needled me enough that I told her.
"Youuuuu get on my NERVES. Fuck it, I'm calling him."
RED ALERT. HE CAN NOT KNOW HOW DEEPLY INSECURE I AM. HE CAN NOT KNOW THAT I THINK HE'S TOO HOT FOR ME BECAUSE HE MIGHT NOT HAVE CONSIDERED THAT YET AND I DON'T WANT HIM TO GET ANY IDEAS.
I got up and headed for the bathroom. I'm a nervous pee-er. I could hear her through the thin bathroom door. "Don't listen to me pee!"
"FARGO! We need your help at the bakery. No, we're fine. No, she's fine...wow though. Something's just heavy?" He can't be buying this. I wouldn't, even if I didn't know Allie is full of shit pretty much always. "Great, see ya soon okay bye."
FFS.
She's just trying to help. That's what she does. She sees us all as helpless. Not even maliciously, she just does. She thinks she knows the best route always and I let her do this because most of the time she does.
I also have not figured out how to stop her yet.
He showed up some time later in distracting grey joggers. I've been trying really hard not to objectify him thus far but FUCK MY LIFE, Y'ALL. He looked very happy to see me, but when he completely bypassed Allie to get to me and kiss me, I stopped him.
"I've had marinara."
"Oh please, I'm an adult."
Allie then mentioned the eggplant, offered him some, would not take no for an answer, and pushed him into the kitchen before he could even think of giving her a no to begin with. When he got there, he asked what was heavy and she waved him off. So much for her grand plan for...I don't know.
After a few bites, he leaned forward, his elbows planted on the prep table. "I'm also marinara'd now. Just saying." He has been kissing me for days, I have instigated not one kiss so far. So I got on my knees on the seat of the stool I was sitting on (y'all I'm only 5'2", so sorry) and stretched myself across the table...
"Are you gonna make it, honey?" He teased me, before kindly meeting me halfway.
"I really hope so."
#misha collins#not actually misha collins but close#dating is weird#none of you care about this follow up#hot librarian chronicles#too hot for eggplant#grey sweatpants
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Whumptober No.4 - Taken Hostage
TW: Guns, off-screen assumed character death, sexist character, smoking
Taglist: @whumpers-inc
There is a surprising (and hand-cramping) amount of paperwork that goes into working at a call center, even one as unconventional as 1-877-WHMP-NOW. An annoying, several hour, several stack amount. Bianca will never forgive whoever it was in HR or accounting (the only two departments who actually seem masochistic enough to enjoy bureaucracy) that suggested all these extra reports and encounter summaries and redundancy measures.
In the same way you tune out the world while enjoying a nature walk and only begin paying attention again when your unconscious mind notices something dangerously wrong, Bianca pauses in her muttered curses to the paperwork gods and listens.
“Why of course she’s in today,” Fran says in a tight tone. “I’ll just transfer you right to your personal whump-passionate care coordinator, Dom.”
Not Dom. Not that irritating, overly stuffed up crock of shit again. Dom had run through almost the entire call center, leaving Bianca the only person who had yet to swear to walk if they were forced to deal with the self-impressed asshole. Jerking her head up, Bianca stares Fran down, like a deer willing a semi-truck to change paths. She shakes her head, desperately miming cutting across her throat with a rushed flail.
Their gazes lock. Fran continues to dial, even as they watch Bianca’s distressed pantomime with all the impassive finality of a monarch’s sentence.
“Don’t you dare, Fran,” Bianca hisses. “I swear by all that is good and holy if you transfer him--”
Her line rings, and she answers it with a chipper grin that doesn’t touch her glare one bit. “Well hey, sugar!” If looks could kill, Bianca would be in a whole other line of work right now as she tosses an eraser at Fran’s head. “What can I do for you today, hun?”
Well, she can already tell this isn’t going to be a pleasant call, not if the sirens are any indication.
“Brianna,” Dom cries, “I’m too handsome for jail!”
Bianca mouths to Fran, “I’ll kill you,” even as they duck their head and pretend to be oh-so invested in their latest call report. She tosses another eraser and this one hits the mark, bouncing off the back of their skull.
“Hello! Brianna! I need you to put down the Covergirl or your nail file and do your job, sweetheart.”
Rolling her eyes, she returns her attention to Dom. “I’m awful sorry. What did you say your emergency was?”
“Thank you for the urgency,” he spits.
Bianca waits for him to elaborate. The sirens on his end of the line continue blaring, the voluming growing as they grow closer.
“Did the line cut out, sugar?” she prompts, carefully sterilizing her tone with a thick layer of honey.
“I tried to rob this small town little podunk town store and took this girl--” Dom lets out a short cry of pain and kicks at something. He corrects himself, ”This bitch. And someone had the nerve to call the cops on me!”
At the sound of gunfire- too close to the gun to be from any policeman, Bianca raises a single brow in silent question of his intelligence. In her humble, professional opinion wasting ammo on puerile displays and a lead tantrum is useless, but again, she’s just a professional. She only graduated at the top of her class and has years, if not decades, on Dom in terms of experience.
Of course, Bianca says none of that.
“Have you taken the girl hostage, Dom?”
“Yes! Jeez, do I have to spell everything out for you people?”
“It’s very helpful when our clients are clear and precise, Dom,” Bianca returns, an almost feral edge to the too wide portions of her smile. “Have you read our informational brochure, ‘So You Want to Take a Hostage’? Or perused our FAQs for whumpers?”
“Why should I?”
A year ago maybe Bianca might have been surprised. Now she’s just glad Dom can’t see the various mocking faces and mouthed insults she indulges in due to such a response. That doesn’t mitigate the desire she feels to bash her head against her desk until her mental faculties match Dom’s. Instead, she parrots, “No. Why should you.”
“So, what do I do?” Dom asks, impatience clear in his tone. “How do I get out of this?”
“Well, Dom, could I speak with your hostage for a hot sec?”
Completely ignoring her question, Dom muses aloud, “What if I just went out there with my guns and just started shooting. There’s only one car out there. I can take out some backwater donut cop.”
She loves her job. She loves her job. She. Loves. Her. Job. She may be a masochist.
“That course of action might not work well, sugar,” Bianca says carefully.
“Why not?”
Just as she’s about to answer, said aforementioned cop starts in with the megaphones and the offers for surrender. Quickly, she traces the call while Dom yells back about assholes and what he deserves and specifically what the cop deserves, involving his megaphone and uncomfortable places.
That ‘podunk’ little town is more of a small city, and even if there is only one cop currently there, there are bound to be more en route, and rapidly at that.
“Are you listening to me, sweetheart?” Dom demands. “There’s only one of him and I’ve got two guns. It’s fool proof.”
Oh, it’s something to do with fools alright. “So, to clarify, you’ve got a gun in each hand?”
“I just said that, honey, put your listening ears on and try to keep up.”
Over her ten plus years working with the call center, Bianca has heard plenty of stupid shit in her time but trying to go out dual wielding guns is… a new one. She quickly shoots Fran a short text reading, You SO owe me, Franny.
“What about your hostage? How are you going to keep control over her? Is she bound?” Bianca tries to reason with Dom, the apparent Blade wannabe, even if it’s futile.
“I’ll bring her with and put the gun to her head. Easy.”
Easy. Yes, so easy. Fran returns her text. ‘You’re the absolute goddess of dealing with BS I am not worthy.’
“Dom, could you be a dear and let me speak with her, please? Thank you sugar.”
“God what is it with women always needing to yap yap yap?” Dom complains as he rips the gag out of the hostage’s mouth.
“FUCK YOU!” She howls immediately. “I’ll bite your fingers off, you small dicked piece of shit!”
So, Bianca had admittedly harbored suspicions that the ‘girl’ was actually a grown woman, considering Dom’s typical behavior, but this certainly confirms that. A wistful sigh builds as Bianca listens to the hostage chew Dom out and insult his manhood and intelligence.
‘Damn straight. I expect pumpkin spice brownies and a latte on my desk tomorrow morning.’
‘It’s June.’
“It’s DOM.’
‘Pumpkin spice brownies gotcha.’
A solid, but wet crack jerks Bianca’s attention back to the matter at hand. The hostage is eerily quiet. Waiting for a response from either Dom or the hostage, she picks at the dry skin on her lips and taps her foot.
“Oh shit,” Dom whispers.
Screwing her eyes shut as if that will change what his answer is, Bianca asks, “Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you just pistol whip your hostage?”
“Yeah.”
Nope, this is officially the stupidest, most asinine, bass-ackwards call from a client she’s ever had to suffer through. Clearly having overheard, Fran twists around to get a better vantage point to watch as Bianca places her head in her hands and fights back a scream of frustration.
Collecting herself, Bianca chirps, “I’m sorry, sugar, but you really ought to have read our guide. The first rule of a hostage situation is to keep your hostage alive as leverage. Now, as it stands, you’re a murderer surrounded by... “ She counts up each little blip. “Four cop cars and another two on the way. You have to understand, honey, that it goes against policy to stay involved.”
“What? No! You can’t do this you bitch!”
Bianca grins, sharp and vicious. “Oh, Dom, I can, and I will.” With that, and Dom still shouting injustice, she hangs up.
“I’ve wanted to do that for forever,” she breezily admits to Fran.
They match her smile inch for inch, and then some. “Bee, you’re my hero. I’m throwing in maple walnut fudge pancakes just for that.”
“Of course we’ll have IT burn the connection and remote into Dom’s phone before the incident gets too close to home, blah blah blah, and we’ll look into whether that lady remembers anything after the whole gun to the head thing,” she dismisses, “but for now, I need a smoke break or twenty. Toodles!”
#whumptober2021#no.4#taken hostage#oc#fic#guns#off-screen character death#smoking#sexism#wcc series#wcc fran#wcc bianca#hostage situation#pistol whipping#food mention
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Destiel Coda to 9.06 “Heaven Can Wait”
They were both drunk off multiple shots of cheap vodka chased with admittedly nasty bottled lemonade that warmed their stomachs along with slices of greasy, cheesy pizza. Dean hadn’t thought he was going to be spending the night with Castiel, but after what had happened earlier and seeing Castiel’s pained face as he slowly lowered himself into the Impala, Dean held back from his previous plans.
He knew what always seemed to help him in situations that left him feeling hollow….booze, fast food and stupid decisions. It wasn’t a perfect solution and maybe it wouldn’t work, but Dean figured it was worth a shot. So Dean hauled them to the nearest pizza joint with take-out, ransacked a convenience store for their cheapest alcohol and convinced the stubborn fallen angel to ‘stop bitching and get out of the fucking car already’ when they made it back to his highway motel.
Dean was now laughing uncontrollably at Castiel’s confusion over the road runner cartoon on TV in their motel room. Cas’ head lolled to the side and he asked in a drunken ramble why the coyote was so intent on catching the road runner, “Especially when the road runner obviously always wins.” Cas burped, “I mean, wouldn’t the coyote get sick of taking on bodily harm?”
“It’s just a cartoon, Cas.” Dean replied, swigging down another shot, “Don’t think so hard.”
Cas nodded and poured himself another shot, giggling as his now drunken lack of coordination made the clear alcohol slosh over the brim of his coffee mug, “Whoopsie!”
Dean pushed himself to slide along the foot of the bed where both he and Castiel were leaning against the large bed frame, trying to get himself closer to his best friend’s side. “When did you learn that?”
Castiel grimaced after he chugged down the shot, grabbing another piece of pizza and taking a bite, “Learn what?”
“The uhm…” Dean couldn’t concentrate with this much alcohol drowning his synapses, the room and TV seeming to sway and swim in his field of vision, “Whoopsie?”
The rest of Castiel’s pizza slice was then forgotten and thrown back into the box with a slap, his eyes glazed as he finished chewing, “A young girl…came into the store…” he wiped his hands on the questionable, rosy-hued and stained, motel carpet, “She bought an ice-cream cone with chocolate fudge.” He looked over at Dean, whose eyes followed Castiel’s hands as he mimed her holding the ice cream and going to take a bite…and then, “Splat!” Castiel shouted, one palm slapping forcefully down on the carpet, shaking the pizza box slightly, “Ice cream and chocolate all over the floor.” He cleared his throat, smiling, “She said, whoopsie. It seemed endearing.”
“Wow.” Dean chuckled as he watched Cas push his empty mug away as a nonchalant sign of being done with the vodka, “Learning all kinds of...stuff.”
Castiel nodded, “All the important skills…how to mop up ice cream, how to clean the slushie machine, get unknown substances off of bathroom walls…” Castiel’s eyes narrowed as he glared at the TV, unseeing the cartoon still playing on low volume, “How to read signals from people.” He chuckled without humor, “Apparently that skill still needs some honing, seeing as I didn’t notice how Nora’s advances were more focused on getting a babysitter than a boyfriend.”
“I wouldn’t say that, exactly…” Dean said, setting his own empty mug down beside him.
Castiel swung his head in Dean’s direction, “I WOULD say that, exactly.”
“Disagree with me all you want, Cas.” Dean closed the pizza box, moving it on top of the bed, scooting himself even closer to Castiel’s side, “I am sure you are better than you think at….reading signals…or whatever.”
Castiel crossed his arms as he continued to stare intently in Dean’s direction, barely blinking and bringing Dean to wonder how many hues of blue he could find in Castiel’s eyes if he looked long enough. “How about you try to read me?” Dean proposed.
A roll of Castiel’s eyes broke them from out of their shared gaze, “I am sure I will fail at this endeavor.”
They argued drunkenly, Dean continuing to goad with ‘come on, it’ll be easy’ and a few slaps to Castiel’s, thicker than expected, upper arm. With a sigh, Castiel finally agreed, Dean standing up and turning away to go through in his head the multiple different poses and facial expressions he’d seen women throw his way over the years, trying to narrow down the ones he figured would be easiest to decipher.
After a few seconds, Dean spun around on the balls of his feet, his voice cranked into a woman’s higher pitch and his hands in a pose he hoped came off as dainty in his drunken state, “Hey, you must be new because I definitely would have remembered you if you’d worked here before.”
Castiel sat silent for a second, “Uhm…I think that means she finds me attractive?”
Dean nodded and stepped closer to give Castiel a slap on the shoulder, “See, no problem! I don’t even have to do more than one. You’re a master.” Then sat down on the carpet again, this time near the end of Castiel’s outstretched legs.
Dubious was the best word to describe the look on Castiel’s face, “Dean, even if I read all the…” Castiel flailed his arms, circling in the stale air coming from the rattling air conditioner, “signals correctly…that doesn’t mean much.”
With a shake of his head, Dean replied, “It might not, but that’s no reason to quit trying!”
They fell quiet, the TV now flickering through an infomercial and softening the silence around the room with a low level drone.
Dean cleared his throat, “Listen,” he started, unconsciously scratching at his wrist, “I’m sorry about Nora. She, uhm....she doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
Castiel shrugged, “Possibly…”
Dean cleared his throat, he needed to say something to make Cas feel better…and he knew what it was, but it still took a second to give himself the slap to the balls to start, “You know, I never meant to kick you out of the bunker, Cas. I can’t explain exactly why right now, but believe me, I wanted you to stay. Honestly.”
Cas nodded, picked randomly at his bandages, and quietly replied, “Yes, I know, Dean. Thank you.”
Dean didn’t know what came over him, maybe it was the forlorn look in Castiel’s eyes or the fact that his shoulders looked taught with the burden of human life and emotions, but he felt the need to prove his words. He needed to get Castiel to understand how much he meant to him, how much Dean wasn’t lying when he said he needed him around, wanted him around.
Without thinking too much and trying not to knock over his own nearby mug, Dean grabbed Castiel’s cut hand, slowly bringing his lips to Castiel’s palm and looking up as he deftly kissed over the layers of bandages. Cas’ eyes widened and his mouth parted in a sigh as Dean looked up into his face, green eyes glittering in the soft yellow glow of a nearby bedside lamp.
A beat. The air was suddenly heavy and thick.
A halt in the murmur of the television and the hum of the air conditioner had Castiel slowly leaning forward, stopping close enough where Dean could smell the sweet lemonade on Cas’ breath and see the sparks of gold slicing through the bright blue of his glassy eyes.
Another beat.
Dean realized Cas was waiting for him to finish the push forward. He was waiting for permission. Waiting for Dean to cut the caution tape. To smash the invisible, unspoken about wall they’d put between them.
And he did. Oh boy….he did.
He brought a hand up to the back of Castiel’s neck, gently gripping at the soft hair and coming into taste the lips he had desired for so long. Castiel sighed into the kiss, body beginning to lax, his mouth opening, sweet and warm, his undamaged hand coming to rest between Dean’s shoulder-blades while the unbandaged fingers of his other lean against the jut of Dean’s collarbone.
Gripping the back of Cas’ head a little harder, Dean nipped once, twice, at Castiel’s lower lip, pushing the kiss from soft and gentle, into a thundering territory of hard desire and feral, desperate hunger. With his one free hand, Dean slid it to the small of Castiel’s back, gently maneuvering Cas to straddle his outstretched legs, not once breaking their searing deep kiss.
Dean could feel his heart pounding as his mind drowned in a flood of excitement. He was kissing Castiel, he was kissing his best friend, an angel of the damn lord….and he was loving every second of it. He loved feeling Castiel’s soft, silken hair running through his fingers and the muscles of his back flexing, he loved hearing Cas’ little moans and deep breaths between the rhythms of their lips. It was intoxicating.
Castiel gave back as much as he took from Dean, his hips instinctively rolling forward repeatedly with every swipe of his tongue along Dean’s lips and teeth. His good hand trailed down Dean’s spine, his fingers tickling along the band of Dean’s jeans and under his shirts, back and fourth, over the dip in his lower back while scratching at the soft skin of his hipbones.
Dean pulled away, just barely, to suck in much needed air, “Fuck, Cas…” he trailed off, his hips pushing up to meet Castiel’s, the muscles in his thighs aching from the repetitive motion. Their lips still rubbed together, slick with spit and hot with their breath. Dean ran his palms down from Cas’ neck, over his strong shoulders and trailing along the front of his shirt, biting his lip as the muscles underneath twitched. Looking down, following his hand’s path, Dean could see through the opening the two undone buttons of the shirt to the golden skin beneath.
Damn.
After a few more moments, Castiel moved his head back a little further and Dean took in his kiss swollen, red lips, his mussed hair and wide chest flushed with exertion. Dean knew he probably looked the same.
“We should stop.” Cas whispered, but not physically moving from Dean’s lap. He swallowed, “We are drunk.”
Dean shook his head, not really knowing what to say but blurting out, “Not drunk anymore.”
Cas smiled and chuckled sadly, fitting his warm palms to frame Dean’s face, his thumbs trailing over the shape of Dean’s lips and down his stubbled chin. Words didn’t need to be spoken, Dean knew what Castiel was trying to tell him, even through the fog of alcohol and sleep deprivation. They did have to stop. As much as it felt impossible, no matter how desperate their desire, no matter how intensely as it tore their hearts in two, this time was not the right one. Not yet, anyway.
Dean sighed and nodded, “Let’s get some shut-eye, then, I guess.”
It took all of Dean’s strength to pry himself off and away from Castiel on that musty motel floor. Not only because his legs were still half asleep even after Castiel stood up, but because his body didn’t seem to want to leave their heady embrace.
After they both stood, Dean allowed himself the chance to watch with a heated stare as Cas took off his jeans and white button up and slipped quietly between the bed sheets. Castiel looked up at Dean expectantly, wordlessly showcasing his intent. Dean chuckled and took up the invitation Castiel gave, stripping down to his boxers and sliding into the bed. Clicking off the lights and scootching close to Castiel, Dean bent his arm to lay on Cas’ toned torso and push his cheek against a broad, strong shoulder. It was different to lay like this with another man, but it was still warm. Still calming. If Dean thought about it too much, he might have even admitted he felt safe. The safest he’d ever felt.
“Goodnight, Dean.” Castiel whispered into Dean’s hair as the early morning dark enveloped them.
“Goodnight, Cas.” Dean replied, knowing that they were both trying to stay awake, trying to cling to this reality as long as they possibly could. Sleep would come and the dawn would arrive, and with it, the personalized forced forgetfulness of what had just occurred. They would get dressed and go their separate ways again, focused on their self-imposed missions. No more time for whatever this night brought about. Put those feelings and those intense desires back into the box, lock them away again….because emotions and feelings….those things made you a target. Made you malleable. Made you weak. And they both knew it. They knew, it was plain and simple, that this comfort was all they could have for a while. This was the limit to what they could allow themselves to have.
But until the morning, until the clock struck the final hour, they could just be together. Hold on to each other in the dark.
Because hell…what more could a repressed hunter and a fallen angel of the lord really need anyway?
Right?
#destiel#destiel coda#destiel ficlet#deancas#deancas coda#deancas ficlet#destiel fanfiction#destiel fic#coda#coda fic#9.06#s9#this is really late to the party i know#but i was rewatching this episode and just wanted to write a coda for the fanfiction gap#human cas is my weakness#i know i am not the best writer either#forgive my strange prose#i wrote this quickly and i do not have a beta reader or anyone available to proofread my shit LOL#i write a lot of ficlets that i just never finish#i always start them but never know how to finish them#i hope you all enjoyed this ficlet#please let me know if you did#thank you for reading!
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a Poe fic where he just constantly refers to the reader as “my wife” even though they’re not even together and he keeps saying it anyways 😂
i feel like i made this waaaay too angsty but enjoy hehe, there will probably be a part two so look out for that <3
request: poe fic where he just constantly refers to the reader as “my wife” even though they’re not together
pairings: poe dameron x reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex
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“Yay! Mission with my wife!” Poe beams as soon as General Organa has finished briefing you on your next objective. You roll your eyes good naturedly, completely used to his behaviour by now.
“Not your wife, Poe. Also the mission isn’t for a week, calm down.” You remind him for the millionth time, ignoring the snarky voice in the back of your head that reminds you that you wish you were his wife.
Oh, can you blame yourself? This is Poe Dameron you’re talking about. He might just be the most attractive man in the galaxy. Not to mention the most charming, the most caring, the funniest. The list goes on. You were head over heels for him the moment you saw him. You were being shown around base by General Organa, and he’d accidentally bumped into you whilst rounding a corner.
“Hey, watch it, precious cargo here!” He’d shouted, his eyes widening as your eyes met. You had opened your mouth to apologise, but he carried on talking before you could, “Woah, even more precious cargo here. Will you marry me?” He was joking, of course, but from that moment on he has referred to you exclusively as his wife. Save for the occasional pet name he jokingly drops, which you would never admit make your heart melt every time they pass his lips.
“You could be.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you just giggle, shaking your head as you pick up your data pad and get ready to leave, “Hey, where are you going?” He pouts as you get up from your chair, and you notice General Organa watching you with that wry smile of hers.
“Me and Rey are flying to Coreilla tonight, we’re picking up some intel.”
“Thanks for the invite, you’re not a very good wife.” He folds his arms on top of the table, resting his chin on them as he looks up at you.
“Still not your wife. Anyways, you’ve got your third date with Jessie tonight, so…” It’s your turn to wiggle your eyebrows now, even though you feel your heart break every time you think about him with another girl.
He groans, burying his head into his arms, and you share a good natured eyeroll with General Organa. The two of you are completely used to his antics by now.
“That was supposed to be a one time thing, Y/N. She’s so persistent, and I feel bad saying no.”
“It’s worse if you lead her on. Just do what you usually do, do the deed then dump. You’ve had no problem with it before.” Just your luck, the man you’re in love with is a man whore.
“And maybe you’ll eventually find someone to teach you some grace and decorum, Commander,” Leia chimes in, and you snort at her comment whilst Poe starts to rebuttal, “Y/N, promise me you’ll never go for a womaniser, that was my first mistake.”
“I promise.” You smile at the General, reaching over and squeezing Poe’s hand before you leave quickly, realising you’re late to meet Rey.
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“Hey, wifey.” Poe intercepts you as you wait next to the falcon for Rey. You’re leaning back against the ship and he leans next to you, looking at his feet.
“Not your wife.” You smile, “Off to meet Jessie?”
“Yeah. Sealing the deal tonight.” He jokingly mimes the action of having sex and you giggle, focusing on him rather than the fact that he’d be having sex with Jessie tonight. Jealousy is not a good look on you. Besides, why would you want to ruin this good thing you have with him.
“Don’t be a dickhead, Poe.” You don’t know how else to respond, really.
“Y/N?” He says your name softly, and you turn your head to face him, noting that he has done the same.
“Yeah?” You try to act like you aren’t affected by the sudden closeness of your faces, your noses almost brushing as you look into his dark eyes. He licks his lips slightly, the action drawing your gaze downwards. You silently curse the blush that takes over your face.
He doesn’t respond, and just as you’re about to ask what is wrong, he leans forward, connecting your lips in a light kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, shock taking over your body as he leans closer, kissing you harder.
You don’t think twice before returning the kiss, and he moves to stand in front of you, trapping you against the wall as his hand cups the back of your neck. You can feel the desperate emotion in the kiss. You’re telling him everything you don’t know how to say out loud.
“Oh… Oh Maker…” You pull apart quickly, Poe whipping his head round as you both look to where Rey has just rounded the corner, her wide eyes darting between the two of you.
“I… oh Maker. That was a mistake.” Poe spits out quickly, his hand clenching on the back of your neck for a moment before he meets your eyes once more then walking off, not even looking at Rey as he goes.
Your face falls at his comment. Of course it’s a mistake. But fuck him for getting your hopes up like that. Rey doesn’t say anything, just wrapping you in a hug as you try to compose yourself. She knows how you feel about Poe.
A few minutes later, you’re on your way out of the base, thankful for the timing of this mission.
That is, until you’re captured by the first order.
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Poe sighs, plastering a smile on his face as he listens to Jessie’s story about the last man who broke her heart, and although he feels bad, he just doesn’t care about what she’s saying. His mind is completely preoccupied by the eventful kiss a few hours prior. Why did he do that? He ruined your friendship because of a stupid split second decision.
He doesn’t realise anything wrong until later on, when he and Jessie are walking across base towards his room. He sees Leia and Finn talking across the room, and he almost doesn’t spare them a second glance. That is until Finn lets out a pained cry, the two running towards the comms room.
He knows then that something must’ve gone wrong on your mission and he doesn’t even give Jessie a second thought before he’s sprinting towards the comms room, screaming at Leia and Finn to wait up. He falls into stride with them, taking in their devastated expressions as he asks what has happened.
Leia says she will explain when everyone is gathered in the room and Poe groans, his hands shaking as they finally reach the command centre. A few minutes later the team is gathered and she breaks the news.
“The First Order must have intercepted our communications with the village, they ambushed Rey and Y/N before they even knew anything was wrong. We think Rey may have escaped, as a villager believes they may have seen her running away. However we have had no contact with her so we don’t know. Y/N, on the other hand, she was knocked unconscious and carried onto the command shuttle by Ren himself.”
Poe stops breathing in that moment, his whole world stops spinning and Finn is startled when he falls to his knees suddenly. The room is shocked, Commander Dameron is on his knees, crying. Leia shoots off commands and everyone quickly gets to work locating the ship that you’re being held on.
She approaches Poe carefully, crouching down and tentatively laying a hand on his shoulder, which is shaking from his sobs.
“Poe, I know it hurts, thinking about what could be happening to her. She needs you now more than ever, you’re our best pilot. Do you think you can handle commanding this mission?”
This snaps him out of it, he stands quickly, wiping his eyes as he snaps into commander mode.
“I can do it. They’ve got my fucking wife.”
#poe imagine#poe dameron x oc#poe dameron imagine#poe dameron x reader#star wars imagine#poe x oc#poe x reader
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Wandavision Ep 7 Spoilers
Spoilers below
Good morning. There's a guy power washing the sidewalks at 12:30 a.m., and the drone from the generator is drilling into my brain. So I will watch WandaVision instead of doing something I might regret.
Previously on: Wanda was getting sick of Pietro's shit. Vision knows/thinks his wife is behind all the creepy shenanigans, and he tried to escape the Hex, only to fly to pieces in the real world. I can relate.
Outside, Monica, Jimmy, and Darcy were banished from the SWORD circus by Acting Director Dick, because of course. They snuck back in, also because of course. Darcy hacked AD Dick's files and found out he's Up to Something. Then she ran to try and help Vision and got herself arrested and handcuffed to a jeep. Which is where the brave SWORD agents left her when they ran away as Wanda, attempting to save Vision, expanded the Hex, swallowing Darcy and the SWORD compound, turning it all into a sitcom circus. Well deserved. Well, not Darcy, but anyway.
AD Dick escaped. Unfortunately. But, so did Jimmy and Monica who were off to her mystery aerospace engineer friend to find a way into the Hex.
Also, Tommy and Billy have powers.
The episode 7 summary is a delight: "Two super-powered beings living ideal suburban lives suspect that everything is not as it seems." You don't say, Disney+.
Wanda wakes, regrets everything, and hides under the covers. Understandable. Cut away to her addressing the camera The Office style "Look, we've all been there. Letting our fear and anger get the best of us; intentionally expanding the boarders of the false world we created". (cut to screaming running SWORD minions lol).
The boys come to get her, their game is freaking out. The video game controllers can't decide what decade they're in and are glitching it up.
Billy says his head feels weird and noisy. Wanda isn't terribly responsive. Mommy needs some her time.
"As punishment for my reckless evening, I plan on taking a quarantine-style staycation. A whole day. Just to myself. That'll show me." lol
Wanda eventually rouses herself, goes downstairs in her robe and sweats, ignores the boys fighting over a video game controller, and goes for the sugariest cereal. The milk container keeps glitching, she tries very very hard to ignore that.
Interesting Office-style opening credits, where it's just her name on everything. Vision is only added at the end, with the tag "Created by Wanda Maximoff".
Out in the real world, what is the point of SWORD? Like how do they have jurisdiction? Where is SHIELD. Director Mack, wtf, dude?
Anyway, now that part of their camp has been swallowed by the hex, they're further out, staring at the angry glowing force-field. AD Dick is a dick. He wants to know what's happening with the broadcast. His little minion says the signal's gone. Ominously he says "we launch today". Mmmm, what delightfully heavy-handed dipshittery will we have to endure?
Back inside. Vision wakes in the field at the edge of town that is now a circus. And lots and lots of clowns. He gets yelled at by a strongman who seems to think Vision is the new clown and tells him he's late for rehearsal with the escape artist. Who is Darcy. lol
"I put in for the bearded lady. But this alabaster complexion wasn't fooling anyone."
Darcy is chained to a ye olde fire engine or tractor or something. Vision walks up to her making a weird face and kind of waving his hand back and forth between them.
"You don't remember me from last night? We locked eyes, there was an unspoken understanding." Darcy tells him "um, hard pass." lol She busts out of her chains and walks away, Vision chases after.
Back at home, Wanda wants to know if the boys have seen dad, they haven't, but Billy wants to know about that whole thing Uncle Pietro said about dad being dead again. Wanda says Pietro is not their uncle. The boys don't understand, and Wanda has a little rambling breakdown about how she has no answers and maybe there's no meaning to anything ha ha don't worry boys mommy's just having a little depression.
Agnes knocks and then, you know, strolls in, when Wanda magics the door open.
"Hi Agnes. I'd get up but I just don't, ahahahah, want to." If I was Billy or Tommy I'd mount a search for dad. Stat.
Agnes: "I think I got there in the nick of time, 'cause she was one split-end away from cutting her own bangs."
(It's 1 a.m. and I swear to God, that man is still power-washing the sidewalks.)
Agnes suggests the boys go with her and give mommy that 'me time' she so desperately needs. The boys are reluctant but Wanda is ecstatic.
Once alone with her certainly soggy cereal, Wanda settles back to watch crappy daytime TV. But, damn it, the furniture is glitching through the eras.
"I'm fine! I'm fine hahahah. *sigh* I'm fine. i'm fine. … I'm fine."
In the real world. Jimmy and Monica are still on the move. The file on project whatever it was from last episode (Cataract), that Darcy forwarded to Jimmy's email, has finally found its way to him. It's R&D reports.
Oh, that asshole, AD Dick was trying to bring Vision back online. Monica puts the pieces together "Heyward wants his sentient weapon back."
Jimmy says somebody has to tell Wanda.
Good thing they arrive at the other side of the Hex, I guess? Where Monica has another team waiting. An Agent Goodner. They brought her like some sort of big Mars rover thingy.
Vision is still trying to talk to Darcy.
"You tried to help me."
"Doubtful. I'm notoriously self-involved."
lol, some amusing back and forth. Darcy is an f'ing delight and I don't just say that because I am obviously hideously biased.
Vision distracts her with a mime and takes the opportunity to do his brain mojo on her, waking her up. "Part of me secretly wanted a guest spot on this show, but seriously that sucked."
"Dr. Lewis. I have questions."
"I have answers."
And then they steal the funnel cake truck.
"Dr. Lewis, my questions. Are my children safe?"
"That I don't know."
"And who was that Pietro?"
"Beats me."
Wanda is still working on her bowl of cereal. Give it up, sister. The house redecorates itself around her.
Uh-oh, in her talking head segment, about how she doesn't understand whats going on, the person behind the camera speaks, and asks if maybe it's what she deserves. "You're not supposed to talk."
Commercial time. For a depression medication. "Nexus, a unique antidepressant that works to anchor you back to your reality. Or the reality of your choice."
Back in Westview. The boys are hanging at Agnes's. Billy has a rabbit. As happens at your crazy neighbor's house. But, he says he likes it there, because it's quiet. "You're quiet, Agnes. On the inside." J'ACCUSE, AGNES!
Back at Monica's backup camp, she's getting suited up in her SWORD astronaut suit. Jimmy's sad because Darcy's missing the fun. But, Monica will rescue her. SWORD is worse than SHIELD for slapping their name all over everything.
Monica and the little rover zoom off to the hex. Should she really go that fast? Maybe this is something to take cautiously? Oh, and look, she hit it hard and she's stuck. The Hex doesn't want to let her in, but she keeps trying. And now the Hex is eating into the rover — sorry, *re-writing* it. Well that was a dumb plan. Sorry guys, but come on.
Monica escapes, but the hex eats the rover and then spits it out, the front half transformed into a truck. Monica is shocked, Jimmy calls for a medic, and as they run forward, Jimmy, who has known Monica for like two days, recognizes she's got 'I'm a heroic dummy' face on and he's all "noooooo!". She runs for the hex and pushes her way in.
This is a really long sequence of her going through the hex. Like … too long. Sorry, but it is. There's a whole thing where she's hearing voices from moments in her life, and she hears Carol tell her how she's a tough kid, and now Monica is Filled With Resolve and breaks through the Hex, still in her Astronaut outfit, so like she resisted the sitcom wardrobe department.
I enjoy this show, but there are moments of hokeyness that I find very trying.
The hex rewrites you at a basic level as you pass through it. So, third time through and Monica's eyes are glowy blue and she can, like, see electrical currents, or electromagnetic fields (it looks like). Trippy. She can see power along the power lines, fields around streetlights. Closing her eyes and shaking her head makes it all go away. Of course.
Meanwhile, Darcy and Vision are on their slow-speed getaway in the Funnel Cake truck. She's trying to catch him up on what's happened since he's been dead. They keep hitting red lights and obstacles. Vision thinks Wanda's doing it to keep him from getting home. "I'm not amused," he tells the camera with a very not amused face on. lol
Vision is trying to understand what he is now. It's not going well. "My corporeal form was born from Ultron's plan for global genocide?" "Correct-o." Darcy might not be the best person to be explaining this to him.
"What am I now?" Poor Vision.
Darcy takes a deep breath. In fairness, she looks like maybe she'd rather not be the one doing the explaining, either. "Honestly, I'm a STEM type of lady, so I thought she just flipped a switch on your head and brought you back to life. What I don't get is why you can't leave the hex."
Vision is having an existential crisis. But, Darcy assures him that based on her week-long experience as a fan of WandaVision, he and Wanda do really love each other. So, there's that. "You belong together," says the shameless shipper.
Meanwhile, Monica has arrived at the Maximoff residence and busts into the house, breathlessly trying to tell Wanda it's all Heyward being a dick, but Wanda's stunned by the sudden entry and then too pissed to really listen. "The drones, the missiles, Pietro." "No, Pietro wasn't us." "All you do is lie." She's tossing Monica around with her powers.
Monica, friend, buddy, pal, was that really your plan? To barge right in and just … what? Talk fast and hope she didn't yeet your ass again? Okay, she didn't have a lot of time, I get that, but surely she could have come up with something. Like, she should have found Darcy and Vision first, and then the three of them could approach Wanda. But, no. Jimmy Woo would have a plan, Monica.
Well, fortunately for Monica she's been rewritten into Electricity Lass. She hits the ground with a staticky crackle and her eyes glow blue again. Wanda's all "bu-whu?"
"The only lies I've told are the ones you put in my mouth," Monica says all angry like. Mmmkay, I thought you were trying to help? Wanda does not care for this response. Because, no offense Monica, but the last time she heard your voice, she had a missile launched at her head.
Monica challenges her. "Do it then, take me out." Not an approach I’d go for, but it seems to work, and Wanda hesitates and Monica tries to warn her again, that unlike Wanda who isn’t actually violent and evil, Heyward will burn down Westview to get what he wants. "Don't let him make you the villain."
"Maybe I already am."
Next door, Agnes is looking out the window, watching them, with a considering look on her face. BECAUSE SHE IS IN ON WHATEVER THIS IS.
Monica is still trying to talk down Wanda. Agnes interrupts. Creepily. And shepherds Wanda away.
Vision and Darcy are thwarted in their journey again. "Oh come on! Kids? What's next? Puppies?"
Vision takes the faster way and intangibles himself out of the van and flies off, leaving Darcy at the endless intersection. "Go on! I'll just meet you there then?"
Back at Agnes's shack of creepy ladies who are freaking up to something. Where are the boys? Oh, Wanda notices the half-eaten PB&Js and the nightmarish kids' show on the telly. Behind her the bunny is in its cage. No sign of the boys. Agnes says they're probably playing in the basement.
Wanda wanders off to find them. But, there are no boys, only horror show creepiness. The basement turns into some weird sort of domed cavern with arches all around and in the middle a weird glowing rectangle.
Agnes comes up behind her. "You didn't think you were the only magical girl in town, did you?" I was wise to you, Agnes. Which, given she was a featured co-star, was probably no great insight on my part. BUT STILL!
"The name's Agatha Harkness. Lovely to finally meet you, dear." OH! LOLOLOL! OH, I didn't see that one coming. Wow, you got me, show. It never occurred to me for a second that it was Agatha Harkness.
And now a fantastic montage of Agatha doing tricksy things as Agnes through the series, with the best theme song ever "Who's been messing up everything? It's been Agatha, all along! Who's been pulling every evil string? It's been Agatha, all along. She's insidious. HA HA! So perfidious." Oh man, this is great. "And I killed Sparky, too."
LOL. Great ending.
Hey, an unexpected mid-credits scene of Monica trying to get into the house. Maybe Agnes's? Oh, yeah, she finds a storm cellar and opens the doors, to see a stone stairway with vines or roots growing all around it and zippy electrical sparks and such. Pietro appears behind her. "Snoopers gonna snoop."
Credits!
Well then.
I KNEW IT! I didn't know what I knew, but I knew I knew a thing!
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I can't post anything from my current werewolf Richie wip chapter because it's basically all spoilers :):):)
but here's some Reddie interaction from the second chapter that I still adore.
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“Yeah. That’s what we all are. Losers together.” Richie tilted his head to one side as if deep in thought. “Now we’ve got a gang name I feel like we need to seal it with some kind of handshake.” His ears perked up as he opened his eyes wide. “Blood pact-”
“Nope. No no. No. No blood pacts. Jesus.” The bed springs creaked as Eddie curled himself up and gagged.
“Okay, we can just spit in our hands and shake on it. No biggie.”
Eddie made a disgusted sound and swatted at Richie. “Oh my god- no! That’s just as bad!”
As Richie bent over in a fit of uncontrollable giggles Eddie leaned back over and swatted playfully at him again, but his hand flicked over one of Richie’s wolf ears. Richie jolted upright, his heart hammering in his chest. Every hair on his tail felt like it was standing up as if he’d been struck with an electric charge, and he could still feel the ghost of a touch on the soft skin of his ear. Fear constricted his throat, and he knew he’d made a mistake by reacting so abruptly and dramatically. Shit!
Eddie blinked at him in confusion as he watched Richie’s reaction and slowly sat upright himself. He looked down at his hand and then his gaze slid up to somewhere just above Richie’s head. His brows were intensely furrowed, and Richie could almost hear his mind struggling to make sense of the contradiction between sight and touch. The enchantment over Derry worked on the mind – erasing and compensating for anything that didn’t look human, but it did nothing for the other senses. The human mind amazed Richie because it was so good at explaining away something it didn’t see, but he’d always suspected that Eddie’s natural desire to understand and ground everything in fact would make him harder to convince if he ever suspected something was off.
Nervous laughter bubbled out of Richie’s mouth. “What?”
“‘What’ back to you – what happened?”
Richie pushed all thoughts of his bristling tail and ears out of his mind – all Eddie could see was his expression, and he kept it schooled into a calm mask he was familiar with. “You caught one of my curls and it tugged. I’m being a big baby about it, and I jumped.” His voice was casual, and he thought he was doing a surprisingly good job of not looking like he was about to puke.
Eddie’s eyes narrowed and he looked down at his hand again. “I thought I felt…”
Richie swallowed down the nausea and laughed, pleased that the sound of it was more natural than before. “My hair’s even messier than usual today, okay I get it, geez, thanks for pointing it out. I’ll have a shower before we go to the fair, alright.” Richie shook his head like a dog for emphasis – shaking out his curls.
His tail was still bristling uncontrollably, and he longed to smooth the fur down flat.
Then a loud growling, gurgling sound filled the room and for a horrible second Richie wondered if he really was about to throw up, but both of Eddie’s hands flew to his stomach.
“Holy shit, was that your stomach!?”
Eddie leaned away and groaned. “I’m fucking hungry okay.”
Any residual tension was finally released as Richie laughed loudly and Eddie laughed alongside him even through his reminders to shush and be quiet because his mom was still downstairs.
“Your stomach-” Richie wheezed “-sounds like an angry bear.”
Eddie looked like he was trying to pout, but because of his smile it just made him look like he was in pain. “Thank you, asshole. I’m starving to death and you find it funny.”
“We could record that sound and put it on a nature documentary, dude.”
He managed a glare. “Fuck you. I’ve been pretending to have stomach flu, it’s not like my mom was going to bring me anything to eat, and it’s not like I can go down and eat anything or she’ll know I’m faking it. Or think I’ve had a miraculous recovery or something.”
“Your stomach sounds even angrier and more feral than you-”
“I’m not angry or feral,” Eddie said.
Richie pulled up his glasses and wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “It sounds like it’s saying-” he pinched his nose and spoke in a nasally voice “-Eddie, why are you treating me this way? Where is our sustenance?”
Eddie snorted and gestured a hand wildly. “What is that? My stomach wouldn’t sound like that. You just said it sounded like a bear. Yours would sound like that.” Eddie pinched his nose and tried to copy Richie’s voice as he said, “Richard, please, we need fruit, vegetables, vitamins…”
Richie nearly lost it. He was nearly crying now and having to stifle the sound of his snorts of laughter behind his hand. Eddie joined in and it was like all the tension had been forgotten. “I eat vegetables,” Richie protested between laughter, “y’know, like, that pointy orange one.”
“Jesus, you know what a carrot is, you loser.”
“Sure, those things you pick out the ground and just-” Richie jumped to his feet and mimed pulling a carrot from the ground as if he’d picked it up and crunched his teeth straight into it.
“But you wash it first, right?” Eddie cut in, laughter fading.
Richie continued to mime eating his imaginary carrot and made satisfied humming sounds to accompany his pantomime.
“Richie. You wash it first? Please tell me you wash your fruit and vegetables.”
Richie mimed swallowing it down and licked his fingers, enjoying the wince of disgust Eddie threw him, and winked. “If you wash it first you don’t get the crunchy surprise gritty treats.”
The sound of Eddie gagging made him fall back into uncontrollable fits of laughter again.
“You- You can get all sorts of nasty shit from not washing fruit and vegetables. Oh my god. Have you not heard of e-coli? It’s- It’s a scientific fact – fact, Richie – that you can get fucking- all sorts of fucking germs from them. You could get salmonella or listeria- food poisoning!” Eddie accompanied each of his broken sentences with a hand gesture. His brows were low over his dark eyes and his nostrils flared with each of his dire warnings.
Richie loved it.
Richie loved him.
He smiled as Eddie calmed down enough to realise that Richie had played him. “Fuck off,” he said petulantly, making Richie grin. “I’ll kick you back out the window.”
#*awkward tap dance*#writing them is my favourite part of writing reddie fics#that sounds like a 'well duh' moment but I mean that they're just so FUN yknow?#reddie#werewolf richie tozier#they make writing fun#my fanfiction#reddie fanfiction#IT stuff
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Rememer Me, Honeybee
Part II
Read Part I here!
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Dean howls. “That’s what broke the curse?”
Cas, to his credit, looks just as confused as Dean wishes he were. “A kiss?” he asks, touching his lips distractedly.
Dean throws his hands in the air. “I thought it was some stupid angel magic. But no - Gabriel has a sick sense of humor.”
“Why?” Cas asks, adding before Dean can answer, “I know he does, in general. But why with this time?”
“Because,” Dean sneers, poking Cas, hard, in the chest, “he tied your soap opera amnesia to the oldest story in the goddamned book.”
According to Cas’s face, that doesn’t clear up anything at all. He protests, “But I looked at nearly all the curse books in Heaven’s-”
“Not in the angel books, numbnuts,” Dean cuts him off, “the human ones. If I ever meet Gabriel, I’m going to punch him in the goddamn fa-”
“You’d break your whole arm.”
“-saddling you with a human cure,” Dean continues heatedly, “You, the one angel who doesn’t know the difference between Tickle Me Elmo and St. Elmo’s Fire.”
Cas frowns. “I didn’t know humans had a history of solving magical curses.”
“Fairy tale humans only,” Dean says sourly as he strides away from Cas, towards the other end of the porch because he can’t stand in one place right now. “Wake up Sleeping Beauty with true love’s kiss.” He ticks up one finger. “Turn the frog into a prince with true love’s kiss. Bring Snow White back to life with true love’s kiss.”
“True love?” Cas’s voice echoes behind him.
Dean whirls around. “Wait-”
“You love me?”
Dean scowls fiercely. “Hold on there, cowboy,” he says, marching back and right into Cas’s space. “I never said that.”
“But...” Cas peters off, his blue eyes narrowing as they rake over Dean’s face, “to break the curse, you said it requires true love.”
Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “And all the signs tell me Gabriel’s a crafty son of a bitch. Did you kiss anyone else? Since you got whammied?”
Cas actually recoils in disgust. “Of course not.”
“There you go!” Dean says, gesturing emphatically. “It could’ve been any old kiss that did it for you.”
Cas frowns, and Dean knows what he’s about to say before he opens his mouth. Sure enough: “In these fairy tales, does it work if one party is love but the other isn’t?”
Dean grits his teeth. If he ever runs into this Gabriel, he’s a dead man - angel - dead angelman.��“No, but there’s a first time for everything.” He stomps past Cas. “I’m gonna get a drink.”
Cas is quick to follow on his heels, and Dean can practically feel the frown Cas is directing at the back of his head. But, since he is Dean’s best friend, he waits until Dean’s fetched a beer out of the fridge (Dean’s favorite brand because Cas doesn’t drink, so he only keeps one kind). Dean, as usual, offers one to Cas in a silent offer, and Cas shakes his head. Dean shuts the fridge door, waiting with bated breath and a stomach twisting in knots.
Finally, Cas says, “If that’s the case, I’m sorry for kissing you.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Dean grunts as he twists off the cap and takes a long pull.
Cas bites his lip. “I didn’t know our history. If I had, I obviously wouldn’t have-”
“Forget it.”
Cas runs a weary hand down his face. “I’m afraid I can’t.”
Dean’s mouth goes dry. He tips more beer back, and it does nothing to help.
Behind him, Cas’s wings flare ever so slightly, drawing Dean’s gaze. “I don’t want this to be a point of contention between us,” he says, a hint of steel in his words.
“That’s what the whole forgetting it is for.”
Cas leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms folding across his chest. “This can’t be something you bring up when you’re drinking,” his face darkens, “or joking.”
Dean mimes crossing his heart.
Cas’s scowl deepens. “Like that.”
“Hey!”
Feathers ruffling, Cas says stiffly, “That’s why I want to talk about it.”
Dean scowls down at the rim of his bottle. “What’s there to talk about?” He blanches. “It wasn’t your first kiss, was it?”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Of course not.”
“Then what’s got your panties in a twist?” Dean demands, eyebrows rising. “It’s not like I popped your cherry.”
Cas pinches the bridge of his nose. “Regardless, whether it was my first kiss or not, it meant something to me. And having you… belittle it because it makes you uncomfortable is not something I’d like to witness.”
Dean carefully sets his half-empty bottle down on the counter. “It meant something to you?”
Cas’s face darkens. “I kissed you, Dean,” he says shortly, “Not the other way around.”
“Yeah, but you were all,” Dean mimes a bright flash of light, “neuralyzed.”
“You were kind to me,” Cas says, his voice incredulous. “You visited me, fed me, tried to help me.”
“’Cause you had goddamn amnesia.”
“And how is any of that any different than how you treat me normally?” Cas asks, exasperated.
Dean goggles at him. “But-”
“I understand,” Cas says in a horribly patient voice, “that Gabriel might have bent the rules for this particular curse. We aren’t in love, so he picked the next best thing.”
“Best friends?” Dean tries weakly.
Cas’s wings shift, agitated, behind his back, his face turning stony. “The last time Gabriel was here, I suspect I mentioned you one too many times.” He walks over to the kitchen table and starts stacking the semi-organized chaos of beekeeping books.
“So?” Dean shrugs, “I’m adorable.”
“He said I was getting unbearable and I needed a divine intervention to get a ‘fucking move on,’” Cas says flatly to the cover of The How-To-Do-It Book of Beekeeping. He sets it on top of the pile. “I assume he thought a kiss would put an end to my feelings for you, but I don’t think he was right.”
Dean’s mouth falls open.
Cas hefts the largest stack of books in his arms and turns to go.
Dean hurries after him. “Hey!” he huffs, more out of breath from shock than anything else. First, Cas didn’t remember him. Then, Cas kissed him. Then, Cas got his memory back. And Cas apparently loves him?
“Not now, Dean,” Cas says as he marches out of the kitchen, Dean hot on his heels. “You said you didn’t want to talk about it. I said my piece, so now we can start not talking about it.”
Dean growls, “Put down the damn books, Cas.”
“No,” Cas says without looking at him. Standing before the giant bookshelf in the living room, he mutters, “this is such a mess. I don’t know what I was think-”
“Put down the damn books so I can kiss you for real,” Dean says loudly.
Cas’s head whips around to stare at him, his blue eyes wide and full of disbelief. “Excuse me?”
Dean takes the books from Cas, grunting as he sets them down on the floor. “Why did you tell a goddamn archangel before me?”
“I didn’t tell Gabriel anything,” Cas protests. “He inferred. Based on…” he gestures to himself hopelessly, “everything about me.”
Dean presses his lips together. “I didn’t see it.”
Cas face turns wary. “Yes, that was the goal.”
“You can be such a dumbass,” Dean whispers, stepping closer.
“So it’s been said before,” Cas says, his breath coming a little quicker as Dean gets right up into his personal space. “So you’ve told me before.”
“You were trying to sell a three-hundred dollar, four-foot-tall bee sculpture to a bunch of stupid hicks who couldn’t see something beautiful when it was literally sitting in front of them,” Dean says, rolling his eyes.
“And yet, you bought it anyway,” Cas hums.
“I never said I wasn’t a dumbass.”
Cas laughs lightly, and Dean grins in return.
“This is like a whole new level of dumbass, though, even for you,” Dean says as he lays a tentative hand on Cas’s waist.
“I think you mean even for us,” Cas corrects.
Dean makes a face. Cas is right, but there’s no fucking way in hell Dean’s going to give him the satisfaction.
He kisses him instead.
As their mouths meet again, Cas makes the noise of a starving man at a banquet. Hungry, greedy fingers grip Dean with angel strength, bringing their bodies flush together.
Dean reaches around, to finally tangle his fingers in the base of Cas’s wings. Cas startles, but he doesn’t break the kiss, so Dean keeps going. He buries his fingers deeper, revelling in the silken slip of feathers past his fingertips.
“Like that?” Dean murmurs as he dips his head to kiss at the smooth area of skin behind Cas’s ear. He scratches lightly, and Cas shudders, feathers rippling deliciously. “Whaddya say to gettin’ horizontal?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows and jerking his head in the direction of the couch in the far corner of the room.
“Dean, I won’t fit on the sofa,” Cas says frankly.
Dean pulls back slightly, grimacing. “Your dick can’t be that big.”
Cas unfolds his wings. Fully extended, his wingspan stretches nearly six feet on either side.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathes, his mouth going dry. “I - I see what you mean.”
Cas snorts. As Dean doesn’t do anything but stare, Cas adds pointedly, “My nest is big enough, however.”
“Huh?” Dean blinks. “Right, right!” He claps his hands. “Bedroom.”
Chuckling, Cas follows him out the living room and up the stairs. Dean would never call himself a patient man, so he barely has one foot in the door before the top two buttons of his flannel get undone. He makes quick work of the rest, watching out of the corner of his eye as Cas does the same and reaches behind himself to flick open the clasps keeping the back flaps of his shirt closed.
“Now we’re talking,” Dean murmurs as he lays both hands on Cas’s gloriously bare torso. Cas has an Enochian tattoo on his left side, just below his ribs, which Dean is definitely going to ask about later, but right now he has to lick every square inch of Cas’s skin.
When he finally lifts his eyes, all his blood rushes south at the look on Cas’s face. Blue irises swallowed by black pupils. Lips spit-slick from Dean’s kisses. Hair fucked six ways to Sunday.
Dean tugs him closer so he can unzip Cas’s fly himself. “You good?” he asks hoarsely as Cas pushes him gently into the nest of blankets and oddly shaped pillows to pull off Dean’s jeans.
“I’m better than I’ve been in a vast number of years,” Cas says, his eyes dark. He crawls over Dean, his wings flaring up to bracket them in a canopy of feathers.
Dean stares up at them. Swallowing, he reaches up to trace one long flight feather.
“Do you like my wings?” Cas asks, amused.
“Uh, yeah,” Dean stumbles, and Cas seems to read all the rest of what Dean can’t bring himself to say because he captures Dean’s mouth in a fierce kiss.
Dean’s hands gravitate like magnets to Cas’s back. He cards his fingers through the feathers, grinning against Cas’s mouth as Cas gives a full-body shiver. Cas goes lax on top of him, letting Dean take more of his weight.
“Like that?” Dean murmurs in his ear as he shimmies underneath Cas so his mouth is positioned right by his ear and his wandering hands can reach more of Cas’s wings.
“I do,” Cas rumbles above him, his breathing harsh as Dean tugs on a few feathers experimentally. He bucks his hips as Dean gives a particularly hard pull, pressing his hard cock against Dean’s pelvis.
“Christ,” Dean says in a strangled voice. “Okay, big guy, I get it.”
“Get wha - Dean!”
Dean chuckles as he pulls his hand back from the small bump hidden just inside the crack of Cas’s ass. He’s not dripping yet, but he is wet, and Dean has watched too many wing kink videos to fuck this up. He rubs his index finger against his thumb, testing the slide. Slippery. Nice.
“Dean,” Cas growls, “What are you doing?”
“Uh,” Dean falters as he catches sight of Cas’s guarded face, “Oil? For lube?”
So maybe porn didn’t exactly prepare Dean for sex with a real live angel.
Cas pushes himself off Dean. “You know about that?”
Luckily Dean’s too keyed up with panic to laugh. “Yeah,” he says, his words coming a little too quickly, “I know about the oil glands. Was I not supposed to? It’s not, like, a secret.”
Cas’ wings droop behind him. His expression serious, he asks, “Have you slept with another angel before?”
Dean does laugh. “Fuck no,” he says. Before Cas’s wings can sag any lower, he adds, “but I watch porn.”
Cas blinks. “Porn with angels?”
Reddening, Dean mutters, “Angel on angel, angel on human, I’m not picky.”
“Oh,” Cas says, and Dean has no idea what to make of that. But Cas isn’t done. “If you just wanted to sleep with an angel, I don’t know if I’m the best candidate. I’m not a virgin, but I don’t have a lot of-”
“Woah,” Dean says as his brain scrambles to make sense of the crap coming out of Cas’s mouth. “That’s not why I want to sleep with you.”
Cas’s brow furrows. “It’s not?”
“Come on,” Dean says impatiently, “I don’t hang out with any other angels but you.”
“Yes, because they’re ‘dicks,’” Cas says, trying and failing to mimic the way Dean says the word.
Dean’s eyebrows raise. “And you were such a standup, easygoing dude when we first met?”
“I complained that you weren’t complying with the rules of the Farmers Market,” Cas says cautiously, watching Dean’s reaction, “and got you banned for one weekend.”
“Yeah you did.” Dean chuckles. “But once I told you why, you listened. You didn’t complain again - unlike Malachi.”
“You tried to bribe me with pie.”
Dean smirks. “You say that like it’s a crime.”
“Just because it works on you,” Cas deadpans, “doesn’t mean it’s a valuable negotiation strategy.”
Dean laughs. “Sure it does. You let me in today ‘cause I brought pie.”
Cas tilts his head. “I let you in because you seemed to know me, and you’re very attractive.” Over Dean’s very attractive, open-mouthed gaping, Cas continues placidly, “When we spoke, I found you were a loving, caring soul - like I have always known.”
Face heating uncomfortably, Dean starts, “That’s what I’m talking about. You’re different, Cas.” He reaches out to touch the back of Cas’s hand. “No other angel would’ve given me the time of day.”
Cas frowns. “You’re welcome?”
Dean sighs, and, he has to fucking say it because Cas is a dumbass who needs everything spelled out for him. “Look,” he starts, “When you said the love thing only applied to one of us,” he waits for Cas to nod his understanding because Dean’s sure as shit not saying this again , “I thought you were talking about me.”
“I don’t understand,” Cas says, and he’s such a fucking liar, based on the way his eyes widen and wings puff up, all pleased and shit. Dean would kick him if it wouldn’t break his foot.
“Out of all the other angels out there,” Dean says through gritted teeth, “I’d rather have you. Cursed or not.”
“Oh.” A brilliant smile comes over Cas’s face.
“Yeah, oh,” Dean mocks as he reaches for Cas. “We good?”
“We’re good,” Cas says as he leans forward for a kiss.
“Hey,” Dean says, breaking apart, “What do you say to a little grooming foreplay?”
Cas swallows. “What does that mean?”
“It means you’d lie face down in the nest while I groom your wings - for real this time - and get myself all slicked up for you.”
In a flurry of limbs, Cas faceplants into the nest, nearly braining Dean with a stray wing.
Chuckling, Dean maneuvers over Cas so he’s straddling one thigh, giving him ample room to work with. At the first touch to Cas’s oil gland, his feathers rustle. “I’m going to start slow,” Dean says soothingly.
He bends down to press a kiss at the tender patch of skin between Cas’s wings. Cas’s wings fidget, and for the first time (and hopefully not the last) Dean gets to feel feathers brushing against his cheeks, smell Cas absolutely everywhere, and breathe him in deep. Dean’s so fucking gone on this angel, and they haven’t even gotten to the fucking yet. Jesus Christ.
Biting his lip, Dean rubs Cas’s oil gland, getting his fingers nice and slick. “Relax,” he murmurs as he repeats the process with his other hand. Gently, he cards his fingers through Cas’s feathers, starting at the base of his wings.
Cas lets out a little sigh and wiggles in place, burrowing further into his nest.
“That’s it,” Dean says in a low voice as he keeps preening.
“You’re very good at this,” Cas rumbles as Dean rubs more oil between his feathers.
“I’ve watched a lot of videos,” Dean says dismissively, working along the muscle where the feathers more or less lay flat, massaging a little as he goes.
Cas lets out a groan.
Dean shifts his weight so his cock doesn’t leak on Cas too much.
Evidently he doesn’t move fast enough, as Cas says knowingly, “So this really isn’t a boring chore for you.” Dean can hear the smile in his voice.
Dean snorts. “Not by a long shot.” With one hand stroking down Cas’s other wing, he gives himself a few quick tugs, his breath hissing out between his teeth. Christ, he’s hard enough to knock a man out cold (hopefully Cas).
Cas twists a little beneath him, rising on his elbows. “Is everything al-” he asks as he turns around. His face goes slack, his words dying off.
Dean smirks at him. “Like what you see?” To emphasize his point, he drags his fingers through Cas’s feathers in time with one more pull on his cock.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Cas snaps, twisting up and manhandling Dean, no longer smirking, onto his back. Wings flared wide above them, Cas looms over him, his face half shadowed.
“Cas?” Dean asks, stunned, turned on, and a little terrified all at once.
Cas licks his lips. Silently, he reaches behind himself, and Dean’s overloaded brain doesn’t catch on to what Cas is doing until well-oiled fingers slide between his thighs.
“Shit,” Dean mutters as he hastily spreads his legs. He stares up at Cas, his jaw going slack at the look of utter devotion and concentration on his face. “Uh,” he coughs, “Not to spoil the mood or anything, but do you want to get a condom or something?”
Cas circles Dean’s hole a few times, spreading his oil around every nook and cranny without actually dipping inside. He lets Dean squirm on his finger before saying, “I don’t think we need one. I’m clean. And you don’t have any sexually transmitted infections.”
Dean wrinkles his nose. “How the hell do you know that?”
“You smell healthy.”
“Gross, man.”
Cas chuckles under his breath. “You made fun of me for weeks after I told that customer I smelled his untreated bladder infection. You said I should, I quote, ‘keep that shit to myself.’”
“Are you seriously telling me I told you so, now?” Dean demands.
Cas pushes the tip of his finger past Dean’s rim, and Dean’s surprised gasp cuts off his own retort. “You petty fucker.”
“I try,” Cas says, his voice dry as stale toast. He pushes in deeper, up to the first knuckle. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” Dean says hoarsely. The stretch burns a little, but the good kind of burn, not the painful kind. “Keep going.”
Cas adds another finger as Dean eagerly bears down, meeting him thrust for thrust. With his other hand, Cas reaches behind himself for more oil.
“Hey,” Dean pants, grabbing at Cas’s wrist. “Can I?”
Cas lets his confusion show all over his face, but lets Dean guide his free hand towards Dean’s mouth rather than his ass. His eyes widen in understanding as Dean slips two fingers into his mouth. The taste of Cas explodes over his tongue: musky, earthy, and bright all at once. Dean sucks, and Cas’s face morphs into naked lust.
Hoarsely, Cas asks, “Are you sufficiently prepared?”
Dean nods, letting Cas’s fingers fall from his lips. “I always wondered what that’d taste like.”
Cas pauses in lining himself up with Dean’s hole. “Did it live up to your expectations?”
“Sure did,” Dean says, groaning as Cas’s cock enters him, “You taste great.”
“Thank you?” Cas grunts distractedly as he pushes himself in further. His feathers flutter like leaves in a light breeze as his hips meet Dean’s ass. He stays fully seated inside Dean for a moment, biting his lip.
“You okay?” Dean asks wryly as he looks up at Cas through lowered lashes. “Not going to come in two minutes, are you?” His eyes widen. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that! But, y’know, I’d like it if this first time lasts a little longer.”
“So do I,” Cas says fervently as he starts to pull out.
Dean’s legs shake from the long, slow slide of Cas’s cock moving inside him. “Fuck,” he swears as Cas pushes back in. He wraps his arms around Cas, once again burying his hands in the feathers now slick with oil.
Cas leans down, touching his lips briefly to Dean’s, before drawing away to drive his cock deeper. Dean clutches at him harder, whining as Cas thrusts his hips forward, faster and faster. Toes curling, Dean can’t help arching his back so Cas reaches that good spot inside him.
He moans as Cas brushes against his prostate, zings of heat and anticipation leaping down his whole body. “Touch me,” he begs Cas in between ragged breaths. “I’m close.” His neglected cock has smeared precome all over his abdomen.
But Cas slows instead, and Dean barely holds back a whine as he stops altogether. Cas says, his voice rough, “I thought you wanted this to last.”
“I-” Dean can’t complete his thought. He bucks his hips, but Cas is like granite against him. No give at all. He clenches the muscles in his ass, gratified as Cas’s face spasms, but he doesn’t pick up again from where he left Dean high and not-all-that-dry.
“You wanted this to last,” Cas reminds him. “And I’m glad we have a moment now.” He lays a reverent hand on Dean’s chest. “You are beautiful, Dean Winchester. You, opening yourself up to me-”
Dean purses his lips. “Pretty sure you did the opening up, buddy.”
Cas breaks off, rolling his eyes. He pinches Dean’s nipple in punishment. Laughing, Dean tries to wiggle out of the way, but, of course, Cas has him good and pinned. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Sure, sure,” Dean says, his face heating uncomfortably under Cas’s continued scrutiny.
“I never thought I’d get to have you like this,” Cas says quietly as he cups Dean’s cheek with one hand.
Dean coughs. But Cas just keeps staring, and Dean really should’ve known breaking the tension between him and Cas would take bigger guns than that. He licks his lips, one corner of his mouth ticking up as Cas’s gaze drops down to follow the movement of his tongue. Eventually, he mutters, “Me neither.”
Cas’s returning smile is nearly blinding. He braces himself with both hands next to Dean’s shoulders. “May I try something?” he asks.
“Sure?”
“Tell me if this too much,” and that’s all the warning Dean has before Cas beats his wings.
Cas doesn’t use their full power, but the small, controlled flaps still force Cas deeper than Dean had thought possible. Each thrust drives the breath from Dean’s lungs, leaving him gasping and holding on for dear life to the backs of Cas’s wings themselves as an anchor.
The powerful muscles flex and tense beneath his fingers, and it doesn’t even look like Cas can tell Dean is squeezing his wings in a death grip. Cas’s eyes are screwed shut, but his mouth is lax and open. Rapturous, is the only word that comes to Dean’s mind before Cas’s cock grinds against his prostate and all thoughts are wiped from his head other than, more, more, holy fuck, give me more.
His orgasm rushes over him in a whole-body shudder.
He opens his eyes to see Cas staring at him at point-blank range.
Cas raises his eyebrows, the pleased son of a bitch. “So it wasn’t too much, then?”
Dean gives him a weary thumbs up as he falls back onto the nest, his whole body completely relaxed. Cas’s hard cock shifts inside him, and Dean twitches like a livewire from the aftershocks.
“Do you mind if I keep going?” Cas asks in a strained voice.
Dean smiles up at him. “Knock yourself out, big guy.”
All it takes is a couple slow drags - Cas keeps the wings folded, or else Dean would shake apart from the oversensitivity - and Cas falls over the edge. He comes breathing Dean’s name.
* * *
Dean wakes up alone. From the dim light filtering in from the window, it’s early evening. Confused more than anything, Dean pulls on his jeans - helpfully folded at the side of Cas’s nest. He grabs his flannel but doesn’t bother buttoning it up as he takes the stairs two at a time.
No Cas on the first floor either.
A quick peek out the window tells Dean Cas hasn’t left the property - his fugly, practical truck sits in its usual spot in the driveway.
Dean finds him with the bees, because of course he does. Cas is not wearing the full bee suit, only a long-sleeved denim jacket and worn linen pants with the hems tucked into his boots.
“Would’ve been nice to wake up with you!” Dean calls as he hastily does up the buttons of his flannel since getting a dozen stings would be the kicker after the best sex of his life.
Cas carefully slides the comb back into place. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay,” he says, and he does sound regretful. “I was worried about the bees. I’m almost done now, though.”
“I figured,” Dean says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Next time, though, I’ll drag your ass back to the nest. This is your first warning.”
Cas noticeably brightens at the mention of next time. “I’ll remember, Dean,” he says solemnly.
Dean raises his eyebrows. “Will you?” he asks as he takes a few slow steps closer. As long as he doesn’t swat at any of the bees or make any sudden movements, he should be safe as far as bee stings go. “You didn’t remember how to clear a honeycomb a few hours ago.”
“I remember now,” Cas says, his eyes narrowing with suspicion at the gleeful expression on Dean’s face.
“You sure?” Dean asks innocently. “’Cause I could always give you a few pointers. Y’know. Since you’re so new at this.”
“You’re unbelievable,” Cas mutters as he walks away from the hives.
“I could show you how to use a bee escape. Extract a super. Requeen a colony,” Dean says as he falls into step with Cas.
“How am I simultaneously impressed that you remember what I’ve taught you and annoyed that you’re using it to mock me?”
Dean shrugs. “I’m just that awesome.”
Cas casts him a long, considering look as they approach the back porch. “Or you’re just that much of an ass.”
Dean clears his throat. “Looks like you’ll have to stick around to find out which.”
Dean scrambles in after him to kiss the undoubtedly smug look off Cas’s face.
“I think I already know,” Cas says with a sincere smile. “I've always known, since that first time you begged me to watch Star Wars with you.”
But, because Cas the true ass out of the pair of them, he ends that sappy sentiment by patting Dean condescending on the head with the tip of his wing as he strides into the main house.
#profoundnet#angel castiel#beekeeper castiel#farmer dean#fluff#amnesia#wing kink#mutual pining#friends to lovers#wing grooming#rae writes fic
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Used to Be Mine P.II | Finrod
Pairing: Finrod x Human!Reader
Genre: some angst; fluff
Warnings: implied mention of suicide (very tiny mention)
Requested: Yes, but so far back idk if the original requester is even reading this
Prompt: --
Words: ~3k
It was cold that night. Not the, ‘the stars are out and the wind is gently blowing against me’, but the obnoxious kind where the wind was aggressively smacking against you as your hair blew all over the place. The kind that left bitter kisses all over your skin that would only be remedied with a velvet soft blanket and an even warmer person to snuggle closer with. But you only had a fur lined cloak and the distant memories of a roaring hearth. Perhaps running away in the middle of the night in the dead winter wasn’t a smart decision, but your mind was far too cloudy to make sound choices.
You’d hurt Finrod, you knew you had. It felt like a barbed arrow had pierced through your chest everytime you wandered too close to civilization, seeing dozens of postings offering mountains of gold to anyone who had information on you. It felt like a thousand tiny blades were piercing your skin when you‘d look at the stars, only to be reminded of Finrod’s eyes that shined like ten thousand stars. Or when the sun's rays would dare be so radiant and bright, nearly enough to blind you, and remind you of the warmth and comfort his smile brought you. Only for that to be ripped away when you were left alone in the cold
There wasn’t a day you didn’t consider turning around. Every night you’d relive your fondest memories with him, feeling his phantom touches that would wrap around you, hearing his voice whisper to you in elvish as you drift off. And every morning, even as you set off further and further away from him you’d mentally prepare a grand and emotional speech to recite to Finrod in hopes of earning his forgiveness. But you didn’t. You didn’t even dare to look behind you most days, because if you did, you knew you’d crack.
But you weren’t ready to face that yet, instead opting to increase the distance like a coward.
So you stood by the still river, watching the reflection of the stars in the water. Your camp fire rapidly burned behind you, casting everything in a warm glow, but doing little to nothing about the freezing cold. So entranced by your own thoughts, living in a fantasy that was just out of reach, you didn’t hear anything amiss. Until it was too late.
“Y/N.” a voice called from behind you, a voice you’d recognize anywhere. You froze in your place, back stiff as a board. Your heart hammered in your chest, so loud you were sure he could hear it clear as day. You know it’s him, it couldn’t be anyone but him. However there was a shadow of a doubt in the back of your head. That nasty voice that shouted to you he wasn’t really here, that this is just one big hallucination.
Needing confirmation, you turn your body, your hands that lie limp at your sides shaking like autumn leaves falling from the trees. And for a moment you hope that the little part of your brain was right, prayed that Finrod wasn’t standing before you. You didn’t want to have to face the consequences of your rash actions, to see first hand how much damage you did. Yet there he was, regal and ethereal as ever, however something seemed… off.
His pale skin that usually glowed with otherworldliness - something that clearly separated him from morals - seemed dim. He was still pale, yes, but not like the pale light that washed over the world when the moon came out or the scintillating glow of the distant stars, but more like the dead. His skin looked sallow and aged, deep set bags surrounding his eyes that looked like her ran a stick of coal under them. But worst of all was his eyes. His sapphire blue eyes that used to glitter like thousands of diamonds were dull and tired and defeated. You always knew what he was feeling or thinking just by looking into his eyes, and now you wish you hadn’t.
But hidden in the depths of the sea of despair he seemed to be drowning in, there was a slight sparkle to them. A small smile tugs on his lips, but it isn’t filled with the usual radiance he carried himself with, this one looked… exhausted, like it took all his willpower to keep himself together.
Taking all of this in, your heart stopped and your breath got caught in your throat. Your mouth grew drier than any desert as you watched him. Time seemed to grow still, seconds that used to tick by rapidly halt until it feels like a century before anything changes. You open and close your mouth, unsure of what to say. What could you say? It was written all over his face the effect you had on him when you left.
“How did you find me here?” The words finally manage to leave your mouth, your voice hoarse and quiet. You continue to watch him, unblinking.
“You always did like to be near the water. It was not difficult to find you when I began to follow the river,” he said. His voice, normally soothing and musical, the way you often imagined the gods themselves talked like, was rough and scratchy.
“I did always talk about the water, I suppose,”
The two of you stood there, silence enveloping you. It was awkward and tense. Once again you felt yourself growing antsy as the guilt crept up inside of you.
“Why did you--”
“I’m sor--”
Each of you speak simultaneously, cutting yourselves off upon hearing the other speak. It grew silent once more, the weight of your guilt burying you deeper and deeper into the ground.
“You go first,” you finally muttered, sure that the noise would be carried off with the ferocious wind. But elves always did have keener ears than the race of Man.
“Why did you leave?” he said. His words made you flinch, like a dog being scolded by its owner. Not because of any fury or fire in his words, the exact opposite actually. His tone was quiet and gentle, soothing enough to lull you to sleep right then and there. But maybe that’s what hurt most, he wasn’t angry with you, but hurt; hurt that you ran away from him.
It was stupid, you thought. And shame burned bright red on your face, embarrassed that you wrecked his heart so quickly when you took the easy way out rather than facing the problems head on. At least then, he would’ve known you weren’t happy and had an understanding of why you’d leave.
“I’m sorry. It just got too much, I guess.” you muttered as your eyes traced the forest floor a dozen times over, anything to keep your gaze from his.
“What became too much, mime úrin ar elena?” he asked. You couldn’t help but notice the substantial amount of distance between you, like an invisible barrier he refused to pull down. It hurt, like a knife to the gut, but it was understandable. A part of you wished he’d left you to wallow in your guilt and pain forever, but he deserved closure, even if you didn’t.
“Would it be too vague to say everything? I just-- I’m not made for high court, and this only proves it,” you said, trying to put more vigor into your words. Maybe if you convinced him you were better off in the woods, he’d leave sooner.
“Yes, it would. I’m not understanding you, mime mel” he said. The wind aggressively rushed past you, forcing your hair in front of your face.
“I’m not made for elven high court Finrod. They chewed me up and then spit me out. I couldn’t stay there, not anymore, who knows what other damage it would’ve done to me.” you said. Invigorated with a rush of courage, you raised your head to meet Finrod’s gaze. You immediately wished you hadn’t. His initial appearance was bad enough to be faced with, but this was worse. His eyes were trained on you, pain on display to any who might glance at them. His lips were downturned and his nose scrunched up ever so slightly. It was the only vaguely human thing he ever did whenever he was confused by something.
“Who mime mel. What did they do to you?” he exclaimed, his voice raising in volume just a hair. But it was enough to cause a shiver to run up your spine. Finrod hardly ever lost his composure and this is the closest you’ve been to seeing just that.
“Everyone! They would dance around me like a lion stalking its prey! They mocked me constantly about anything that would come to their minds” you exclaimed, straightening your posture ever so slightly.
“I wasn’t aware of this,” he muttered, to himself or you? You’re not sure.
“Of course you weren’t, my love! You always see the best in everyone, blind to the malicious intentions behind their fair faces!” you said, you voice no longer a whisper, it was a roar, a lion’s roar. You were tired. Tired of everything that involved that stupid castle and now here Finrod is, dragging up everything you fought so hard to bury deep in you. It was irrational and wrong for you to be angry, you knew this. But you also knew you were human.
A human tired of being treated like trash by the Fair Folk.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve--” he began, but you cut him off.
“And do what? Get together all of the nobility and tell them to stop being mean to your wife? There’s nothing you could’ve done Finrod,”
“And I suppose just fleeing from your problems is a better solution! To just up and leave with nothing except for a hastily written letter left behind?” he responded. His voice was no longer delicate like glass, but strong like steel. He straightened his back and squinted his eyes, carefully watching you.
“I did what I had to do! Any moment longer in that castle and I probably would’ve--” you began, swiftly cutting off your sentence, refusing to admit how far you’d spiralled.
“Death. You were considering death,” not even a second later and the steel left his voice. You couldn’t speak, you didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly, in fear of shattering the careful glass that encased the two of you. So you simply nod your head and clench your jaw.
“Mime mel--”
“Please, don’t,” you said, voice thick with emotions. It was taking all your willpower to keep any tears from falling down your face. You couldn’t crack, not now, not with Finrod so close. “I-- can’t. I’m sorry.”
Like a coward, you turned your back and began to run, disregarding your traveling pack and everything else at camp. However you’d only managed to take three steps before you felt a presence behind you. A hand tightly gripped your shoulder, not so tight that it would bruise, but enough for you to know it wasn’t the ghost of a caress caused by the wind. It turned your body, forcing you to face Finrod. He was only two paces away from you, so close you could feel his breath fanning across your face. His eyes that previously were filled with hurt and confusion still looked hurt, but there was a sliver of hope.
And that’s what made it worse. He still wanted to be with you, for you to come back to the palace and rule by his side despite your careless actions. This only caused you to shake your head again, this time more frantic and desperate than before.
“Please, we can fix this together. Just, don’t shut me out please. Our time is already so limited, why waste anymore time?” he whispered, his voice sounding like it was right by your ears. As if nature was in tune with Finrod and only him, the ferocious wind calmed down, opting for a gentle sway rather than an aggressive wave of air.
“I can’t,” you whisper, the ability to stop your tears crumbling with your words. They slowly poured down your face, the liquid reflecting in Finrod’s blue eyes. Your voice was scratchy and rough, like you hadn’t spoken in a thousand years. You would’ve looked away from him too, averted your gaze so you wouldn’t have to see the damage you continue to cause, but his hand stopped you.
They were soft and smooth, lacking any of the callouses his rigorous weapons training should’ve caused. He delicately cradled your face, as if you yourself were a silmarilli the elves coveted so ardently. His thumb traced your cheekbones and up to your temple, his warm skin a stark contrast to the bitter cold.
“You can. I’m sorry I didn’t realise how hurt you truly were, but I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to ensure that will never happen again,” he said, the passion and fire in his voice nearly melting the frostbite you could swear was creeping into your toes.
“How do you know? How can you promise that?”
“Because I don’t know what else I can do. I need you, by my side. These past months have been proof, not that I needed to be assured of my love for you,” he whispered. You were wavering. You knew it; he knew it; even the stars seemed to know it, as they shined just a bit brighter in that moment.
“And if I say no?” The question escaped your mouth before you could comprehend it. The nasty voice inside your head rearing its head, spitting at you that this is all some ruse, that he doesn’t love you. The delicate smile that creeped onto his face lowered just the slightest and his eyes dimmed a notch, and you couldn't help but notice the star matching their luminosity.
“Then I will leave here heart broken. However, I shall not pester you any longer if you truly wish to be free. Just know that you will always have a home at Nargothrond if you ever change your mind,” he said. The words sounded like poison from his mouth, twisting the knife that had been embedded in your gut since he arrived. He leaned forward, pressing a light kiss on your forehead, his lips barely making contact with your skin before pulling away.
Your heart raced in that moment, aggressively beating against your chest as it screamed how foolish you were. Head pounding and hands shaking, you make a decision in that split second. Finrod only managed one step away before your arms wound around his waist, urging him closer. He faced you, the grief melting from his face and being replaced with hopefulness and joy. The moonlight reflected beautifully off his golden hair and the urge to touch it burned in you. So you did. Removing one hand from his waist, you trailed it up towards his hair and touching any skin along the way. His hair was soft as silk and as fine as gold thread.
“I suppose I’ll come with. No sense in wasting anymore time,” you said, twirling his hair in between your fingers. A small smile formed on your face, the first genuine smile to grace your face in a long while. Your eyes lit up with glee, small lines forming under your eyes and Finrod’s face perfectly mimicked yours.
“Ni mel tye mime úrin ar elena” The moon shined just a tiny bit brighter, the stars dancing above the two of you.
“Ni mel tye too mime silme,” the flowing language of the elves felt foreign on your lips, but it was welcomed nonetheless. His smile brightened and then Finrod leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. It was warm and sweet and everything good in the world, filling you with a euphoric sensation that always followed Finrod like a ghost. You smile into the kiss as the tears continue to slowly stream down your face.
At some point one of you pulls away, yet you maintain the same distance, neither of you willing to untangle from the other. Finrod pressed his forehead against yours, your noses touching as well. And you stay like that, basking in each other warm presence with big dumb smiles painted on your faces.
But it was nice, well more than nice, but you couldn’t think of any words that could describe your feelings.
So nice will have to do for now.
You weren’t naive, you knew life in high court wouldn’t just magically be better now. But the grin on Finrod’s face and the look in his eyes, a look you surely mimicked, it all seemed worth it.
Your grin widened and you leaned forward, losing yourself in another kiss.
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Translations from Quenya (apologies if this is wrong, I used a translator):
~ Mime mel: my love
~ Mime úrin ar elena: my sun and stars
~ Ni mel tye mime úrin ar elena: I love you my sun and stars
~ Ni mel tye too mime silme: i love you too my starlight
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Chapter 17 is available to read on AO3 too :)
trigger warning: panic attack/anxiety attack
Dawn has not quite hit when Dean is suddenly blinded by a light. “Son of a- what the fuck?” They’re awake before they can notice, blind fear running in their veins. Dean scrambles for his keys, stomps Baby into drive, and they’re 0 to 80 in seconds.
The spotlight hits him straight in the corneas again and he swerves and almost runs into a fence lining the road. Cas jumps back into the front seat, tugs the wheel over and they crash through the barbed wire. “Cas, what the hell?”
“We need away from the road!!” Cas explains, holding a hand up to try to fend off the horrible glare. The spotlight fades as they hit forest, Dean swearing left and right as he guides Baby through tight swaths of tree trunks. They abandon her once it gets too much and make a run for it. The spotlight can’t keep up; it pans across trying to find Dean’s plaid in the overgrowth or Cas’s trench coat, but Cas grabs Dean and throws them both into a bush before it can. Dean spits out a leaf and glares at him. “You’re welcome.” Cas mutters back, except it’s breathless, because for some reason beyond the physical exertion, Cas can’t breathe. It’s then that he realizes he’d left the walkie talkie, their only connection to their friends, in the backseat of the car.
He takes in big gulps of air but it doesn’t seem to matter, or maybe those gulps of air do too much, because it feels like his head is floating. He squeezes his eyes shut and just holds onto Dean; he needs to know that he’s still there but the panic in his skull finds the image of him too much.
“Cas?” Dean whispers, and it sounds far off. “Cas.” Cas can feel Dean’s grip on his arms, pulling at his coat sleeves like he’s trying to reel him back in. “You okay? What’s going on?”
Cas shakes his head then nods. “I’m fine, I just- am having trouble-” he takes another gulp of air because he keeps running out, and his confusion mounts. Is this what running normally feels like, to humans? Is it usually so uncomfortable and debilitating? Perhaps his vessel is just woefully - as Dean would say - flabby. Out of shape.
“Breathing?” Dean gathers from Cas’s exaggerated gasps. The fear in his own chest calms down a little bit now he knows what’s happening. “Cas, it’s alright, look at me,” He puts a hand on his cheek, trying to convince Cas to open his eyes. “Cas, trust me,”
Cas finally does, of course. He takes a breath in and opens his eyes, and it’s a mixture of stunning adrenaline and comfort that goes through his body when he realizes he and Dean are sitting almost on top of each other within the poking branches of the bush. Dean pushes a stick out of his way so Cas can see his eyes clearly. “What’s happening?”
“You’re having a panic attack, doofus,” Dean smiles at him with his best bedside manner. “It’s fine, happens to me all the time. Just-” He grabs hold of Cas’s hand and raises it so Cas can see. “Up means breathe in, down means breathe out.”
“But what if-” Cas throws a glance up, focused completely on the wrath of heaven that could descend upon them at any moment.
“Since when are we scared of a couple dicks with wings? We’ll be fine. C’mon, have I ever let you down?”
Confidence leaks back into Cas at the reassurance, and a glint reaches his eyes as he says, “Well…”
Dean mimes out a sarcastic laugh and holds their hands up again. “Alright, asshole, breathe,” He lifts their hands slowly, Cas’s breath growing past what he’s comfortable with, then lets them down even slower. Over and over again until it’s all Cas is thinking about, and he knows his heartbeat has stopped hammering so fast against his ribs. It’s still there, the panic still bothers him, but it’s manageable, which he guesses is what Dean is going for. He nods at Dean in thanks.
“I’m okay. We can go.” Dean ignores him to do three more breaths, which Cas grudgingly follows. Then he highers himself into a crouch, still holding Cas’s hand.
Dean pulls him back onto the run and they sprint until they see a cabin in the distance. They make eye contact and agree; they can take whoever owns the cabin, if they need to. It’s Cas who pounds on the door and Dean who peeks in the window, which means he only looks after the owner answers the door and Cas has grabbed him by the throat.
“Corbett?”
Cas lets him go almost immediately, but the poor boy’s eyes stay wide. “Uh-D- Dean?” Dean steps up and puts a hand on Cas’s arm, pulling him back to try and make Corbett a little less on edge. It works a little bit; the nervous man withdraws slightly and rubs at his neck. “Dean… Winchester, right?”
“Yeah,” Dean nods encouragingly and steps in front to ease his way in the cabin. Cas has a hand on his back trying to push him in faster, still aware of heaven’s spotlights looking out for them. “Been a while, buddy. Mind if we-?” He pats Corbett on the shoulder as he just stands there and stutters and Cas and Dean both get to work drawing warding on the walls.
“What are you doing?”
“Sigils, to keep the angels off your back,” Dean explains quickly, glancing at the guy’s bewildered expression. “Dude, what are you wearing?”
Corbett looks down, offended, and puts his hands on his hips. “A robe- I didn’t expect visitors!” The robe is baby blue and it stops above his knees, and Dean raises an eyebrow at it. “Hey!” He throws his hands up. “Listen, I’ll change and all, but what are you doing here? And who is he?”
“Cas. He’s- well, you can trust him.”
“...why do I need to trust anyone?” Corbett says suspiciously. He walks over to his bedroom and reemerges wearing actual clothes, not comforted by Dean’s silence. “Do you guys want something to drink- water, coffee?” His politeness takes over by instinct, and he gestures his guests to his table. “Please tell me what’s going on.”
“Coffee would be great.” Corbett looks over at Cas and he nods the same. “Uh, we got angels on our trail.”
“And that’s… a bad thing?”
“I’m not on their good list.” Now it’s Corbett’s turn to raise an eyebrow from the coffee maker. Dean smiles awkwardly. To this poor guy, being on an angel’s shitlist probably isn’t a ringing character endorsement.
“It’s a long story; promise we’ll tell you some other time. But, uh, you mind if we lay low here for a while?”
Corbett shrugs, not sure he has much of a choice, but he plops down coffees in front of the three of them anyway. “Looks like we have some time then. But, um, Dean… how’s Ed?” The kid looks at Dean hopefully, flashing some puppy-dog eyes that even Sam would be jealous of. Dean looks at Cas for help, but of course Cas has no freaking clue what Dean’s conflicted about. He looks back at him without a care in the fucking world beyond burning his tongue on his coffee.
“He’s good. I mean, not- he’s- he was sad- he mourned you and all, if that’s what you’re asking.” The tips of Dean’s ears turn red and he changes the subject before he can shove his foot in his mouth. Last time Corbett talked to Ed, Ed was pretending to be in love with him. The key word being pretending. “Anyway, so, hate to break it to you but heaven sucks.”
Cas steps in then, helps soften the blow and explains with more eloquence than Dean could. Corbett takes the news surprisingly well, something about always figuring God was a dick (yeah, growing up gay in the Midwest will do that to you), although the fact that Cas was/is an angel threw him for a loop.
“So you don’t have, like, wings or anything?”
“I did. I do.” Cas frowns down at the table. After losing all but all of his grace, his wings are but a mangled decoration for him now. Especially being in heaven, not being able to fly around stings, it feels like he is moving in slow motion sometimes. Dean’s hand appears over the table and taps his, his fingers soft and consoling. He pulls back slowly and Cas wishes he would keep touching him. “I can’t fly now, not without my powers.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah.” Cas smiles up at Corbett. The simple openness of this man is making Cas instantly fond of him. It’s a refreshing change of pace from hunters and ethereal creatures’ secretive nature. “It was worth it, though. I’m alive.”
“... you’re in heaven.”
Dean snorts, and Cas nods, amused. “I’m not here… naturally. Given the ability, I believe I would be able to traverse back to the mortal realm and live as… well, as a human.” He looks up and meets Dean’s eyes, who looks shaken by the information.
Cas could go back and live on Earth as just a regular old human, and Dean… Dean’s dead. Dean’s dead at 41 and that’s that. The thought makes his heart sink like a rock in his chest.
“Well,” Dean stands up and slaps a hand on the table, breaking the quiet of the cabin. “We should probably get going.”
“Wait.” Corbett stands too and grabs Dean’s arm, an action far more forward than he’s used to. “Dean, you gotta… please, tell me. What aren’t you telling me about Ed?”
Dean sighs, looking around the cabin for a possible exit. His eyes land on a stupid framed photo of Corbett and Ed, taken like a selfie before front-facing cameras existed. His stomach twists in a knot. How is he supposed to ruin this guy’s happiness? He thinks Ed is gonna show up someday and they’re gonna be happy and together and gay in a dumb little gay paradise.
“Please. Dean, the truth.”
The knot in his stomach twists further and Dean winces. He’s gotta tell him. Better that than the guy getting his heart ripped out when Ed finally shows up and doesn’t want him. He swallows and looks up at Cas, who’s frowning at him in confusion. Dean looks away. Better to look at Corbett. “Uh, listen, Corbett… Ed… he’s not in love with you.”
Corbett blinks. “Wha- no, he- he said-”
“Yeah, he lied,” Dean sighs and sits back down heavily. “Sorry dude, but…” He shakes his head. Corbett shakes his right back.
“No, he said he loved me.”
“I know what he said!” It bursts out of Dean before he can stop it, louder than he meant. He pauses and clears his throat, and the whole cabin is silent.
Cas puts a hand on Corbett’s shoulder. “I’m sure he meant what he said, in a way.” he says, talking out of his ass. He has no way of knowing what the situation was, but Corbett talks about this Ed man like they were close, friends, pals.
Corbett keeps his eyes fixed on Dean. Dean sighs and turns his head, looking at the young man again. “Listen, I’m sorry,” But he can’t get another word out before Corbett starts crying. He puts his head in his hands and sobs, and Dean and Cas look at each other helplessly. Cas pats his shoulder, but he shrugs it off. Finally Dean heaves himself up and squats down next to Corbett. He tugs on his hands gently, pulling them away from his face, and Cas imagines this is how Dean dealt with it when Sam cried as a child. “Corbett, man… Ed loved you, just not… listen.” He stops and Cas can practically hear the ‘shit’ in his head as he searches for the right words. “Ed loved you enough to tell you he loved you, just so you’d be able to move on. To save you.” his voice is steadier now, quiet and firm. Cas stills, just listening. “And maybe he doesn’t want to come up here and shack up and watch Desperate Housewives, but,”
Cas watches Dean’s train of thought trail away as he catches his eye. He holds his gaze, and Dean looks heartbroken. He looks insecure. He looks like he did that night in the barn, when Cas recognized his self-loathing without a second thought. Now, the expression causes Cas physical pain, and he wants to reach out and soothe him. Instead, he just stares as Dean continues talking without taking his eyes off him.
“I mean, he probably still wants to, y’know, have a beer or something. And that’s shitty, it’s- disappointing as fuck but… you gotta respect that.” He clears his throat and finally looks down. “Everything’s shitty right now.”
“Everything’s shitty.” Corbett agrees, sniffing. He was too lost in his own misery to notice the considerable tension in the room. Cas can’t get the image of Dean’s face out of his head, his words playing like a broken tape-deck over and over.
The rest of the goodbyes are said through a haze of Cas’s thoughts screaming at him, and it isn’t until they get back to the car, fuzzy small talk half-remembered, that Cas gets up the courage to say something. Still, he waits minutes into the car ride, because he doesn’t want to seem like he has been waiting to get into the car. The logic makes no sense but it controls him, and it makes his voice quaver when he finally says, “Dean?”
“Yeah,” Dean smacks his lips and glances at him once, fingers tapping the wheel to the beat of the radio.
“Why did you want me?”
Dean furrows his eyebrows and looks at Cas like he doesn’t understand the question. “Why did I…?”
“Why did you bring me- to go with you to the Garden.” Cas clarifies. Helpfully. Almost confidently, if he’s being generous with himself.
Dean gives him an incredulous glance. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t have my powers, Dean. There are angels you could have brought with you that are far more powerful. Or, if you wanted to attract less attention, there are plenty of hunters who could slip under the radar, who are more skilled in combat.” Cas tries not to let his self-doubt seep into the words. He’s not sure if it works, because Dean shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
“I dunno, because I didn’t want to bring those other guys,” he says defensively.
“Dean,” Cas pushes, insistent. His heart is speeding up in his chest and he feels like he might explode if he keeps going, but he has to. His momentum is already started, and the look in Dean’s eyes as he’d talked to Corbett is giving him strength.
“What!” Dean sounds annoyed now, but it’s just more defense. He’s starting to feel like he’s being cornered into doing something terrible, like telling the truth.
“Dean.”
“Because I like you?”
It’s even and it’s uncertain and it’s vulnerable. Dean is scared as hell, but then he looks at Cas and he gets terrified. A flicker of hurt passes across Cas’s face, and it’s so severe even Dean can’t miss it.
Cas feels like a child. He feels like he’s being spoken to like a child. He had expected… but that was too much. Instead of simplicity and vulnerability, he heard patronization. “You don’t need to do that Dean.”
“Do what? I do like you, man. We’re- friends. Didn’t think I needed to spell that out for you.” Dean laughs nervously, completely un-fucking-aware of what is going on right now.
Cas looks at his lap. “Claire has explained to me what ‘friendzone’ means, and I assure you, it’s unnecessary. It always has been.” Feeling is excruciating.
Dean sputters. He had not expected the word “friendzone” to come out of Cas’s mouth like… ever. “I don’t- I haven’t-”
“You’ve called me your brother multiple times.” Humiliation burns across Cas’s face.
“No, no, I don’t mean it like- I’m not trying to friendzone you…” Dean laughs, a little crazed that he’s actually in this conversation. More that he’s about to- “I just- I want you around… because I like having you around. I want you around because I like seeing you and I like your grumpy little jokes and I like your dumb info dumps about plants and I like watching movies with you you’re only watching to humor my dumb ass…” Dean trails off, the little bit of pink in his cheeks matching Cas’s. “Listen, Cas, you’re not like a brother to me. I mean, I love my brothers, but I don’t love them like that.” He swallows, looking at the road in front of them. It stretches quiet and unremarkable, like it has no idea the progress being made in this old hunk of well-shaped metal. “Like this.”
He keeps facing straight ahead, fingers tapping out of beat against the wheel now. Cas is dumbstruck. The car is filled with the heaviness of it. It’s finally out there. Dean loves him. Cas looks over at Dean, and lights throw his face into half shadow, and he looks beautiful. Cas reaches out and grabs his hand off the wheel and holds it in his own. Dean keeps driving. One handed.
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