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lgg5989 · 2 years

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Texas Longhorns

Okay so this idea came to me after I watched the Alabama vs Texas game like a million years ago (see: 1 month ago) and today is Glen's birthday and I just felt like it was a good day to release it.

Thanks to @barbiewritesstuff for editing this for me!

This contains NSFW content, please dni if you are a minor!!! 🔞

Warnings: pinv, oral (m and f receiving), innuendos, photo kink, just filth honestly, plot? What plot?

Lol happy birthday Glen!

Jake Seresin was a die hard University of Texas fan. It didn’t matter where they were playing, what time the game aired, or what channel it was on, he would find a way to watch the game. Hell, he had even, only once mind you, used a computer on the ship to watch the Oklahoma/Texas game from the middle of the Indian Ocean.

That’s how you knew, when you bought him tickets to their game against Alabama for his birthday, that you were going to have a hard time topping that gift next year. They weren’t the best seats in the stadium, but you knew that wouldn’t matter to him. He was slated to be on leave and the chance to take him to a game was too great.

After booking a hotel room and a flight to get you to Texas and back, you called the stadium and had them mail you the tickets. When they arrived, only a week before his birthday, you slid them into his card and signed it with a few xs and os before sealing it with a kiss.

You presented him with the card on the Friday before his big day, he looked at you suspiciously before asking, “What’s this sweets?”

“Open it and find out, cowboy,” you said, a smirk on your face.

He opened the card slowly, glancing at you now and then as he pulled out the birthday card. You knew he loved your gift when his jaw dropped and he looked at you with awe in his eyes.

“Are these real?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

You laughed at his expression before answering, “They are, and they have your name on them.”

Jake wrapped you up in the tightest hug you think you’d ever received, “Thank you, you’re amazing,” he whispered in your neck.

The memory of his excited face carried you through the next week and when the day of the game finally arrived, you were more than glad you had gotten the tickets. Jake had been excited all morning, dressing up in his orange jersey, a pair of jeans that you didn’t even know he owned, and his old cowboy boots. Finishing the look with his Stetson firmly planted on his head and a wink shot your way.

You laughed, “Are you ready there, birthday cowboy?”

Jake laughed at the addition to his nickname, “Yes ma’am, I believe I am,” he answered, tipping his hat at you with a flourish.

Pulling him to you by the fabric of his jersey, you pressed a kiss to his lips, “Then let’s get goin’,” you said, “Don’t wanna be late.”

Jake planted a slap on your ass as the two of you walked out the door and with that you were off to the DKR Memorial Football Stadium on Texas’ campus.

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The game had been going so well, with the Longhorns holding their own against the number three ranked Red Tide. You and Jake were on your feet for the whole game, the energy of the crowd carrying you with it, and when the Longhorns lost by a single point you were both disappointed, they had been so close to the win, everyone could taste it. The energy that the crowd had been carrying dispersed with the loss and as you shuffled out of the stadium, you couldn’t help but feel sad at the disappointed look on Jake’s face.

“There’s always next year,” you offered, and he just shrugged.

On your way back to the hotel, you spotted a hole-in-the-wall looking bar. Pulling on Jake’s hand, you led him in the door, finding a bright orange crowd inside, all looking glumly at their beers. The two of you took two of the last seats at the bar.

“Whca’ drinkin’?” the bartender, an older man with a few cigarette stained teeth asked.

“Whiskey neat,” Jake ordered.

When the bartender turned towards you, you hesitated a moment, undecided about your drink before spotting your old trusty tap sitting behind the bar, “Could I get a Coors Light draft please?”

As the bartender walked away to get your drinks, Jake shook his head at you, “We are in a perfectly good bar and the only thing you can think of ordering is a Coors Light?”

You laughed at his teasing, “Well one of us has to be sober, Mr. I’m-going-to-shoot-whiskey-the-whole-night.”

“Hey! My team lost, I’m allowed to shoot whiskey,” he said defensively, cradling the glass that had been placed in front of him a little closer.

The two of you passed what remained of the afternoon and most of the evening sitting at the bar mourning the loss. When it came time for dinner, you ordered wings from the kitchen and you and Jake devoured them, having a contest to see who could eat the most, as always, he won.

Deciding it was time to leave, you paid the tab, much to Jake’s chagrin. You slid off your barstool and stood between his legs, pressing up to plant a kiss on his lips. Before Jake could figure out your motive, you plucked his Stetson from his head, pressing the warm leather down over your wild hair. A round of hoots and hollers filled the bar as they watched you slide your hand into Jake’s. Looking up at him, you saw his eyes were blown with lust and he had a smug grin on his face.

“Come on cowboy,” you said to him with a bright smile, winking before pulling him out of his seat, “I believe I owe you a ride.”

Jake let out a quiet laugh as he followed you out of the bar, his hands clamped down on your hips in a vice grip.

“What are you doing darlin’?” he asked, not used to seeing the daring, frisky side of you.

“Makin’ it up to you,” you answered, turning in his embrace to face him.

Jake let out a groan as you ran your hands up his arms, sliding them around his neck and into his flattened hair.

“Ya’ know you don’t have to do that,” Jake said, his eyes closed as you massaged his scalp.

You let out a quiet humm before leaning in and kissing his cheek, “I know, but I want to.”

With that, his eyes sprung open, and his hands tightened where they had been exploring how fine the jeans you had squeezed into made your ass look. Faster than you could process, he had pulled away from you and was now dragging you down the street.

“In a rush, cowboy?” you asked, laughing breathlessly while you tried to keep up with his long strides.

Jake slowed for only a moment before picking you up bridal style, “Yes, ma’am. If I don’t get you home now, we are both going to get arrested.”

You pressed his hat more securely on your head as you tilted back in his arms laughing.

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The walk back to the hotel went quickly wrapped up in Jake’s arms, and when you got to the door, he paused so that you could slide the keycard through the handle and push it open.

As soon as he stepped inside, Jake pushed you up against the door. His hands guided your legs to wrap around his lithe waist and you felt him grind into you through both pairs of jeans, the friction delicious against your aching heat.

You pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting the remains of his whiskey from before. He let out a quiet groan as you arched up against the door and pressed yourself flush to him. When you broke apart for air, you took his hat from your head, placing it back on his own for a moment as you rid yourself of your shirt.

“God, you look beautiful in my hat baby,” Jake said, his eyes roving over your face and chest, his hat casting a shadow over your eyes.

Before you could respond his lips met yours in a desperate kiss, Jake only pulling away occasionally to murmur, “Want to remember this view forever.”

You pulled back from him as his kisses moved down your neck, your head pressed into the door, “Take a picture, it will last longer.”

Jake stopped kissing you and pulled back, looking at you, his voice deeper than only a moment before when he finally spoke, “What did you just say?”

Your eyes met his, nothing but a challenge presented in your gaze, “I said, take a picture, it will last longer.”

Jake groaned, pulling you away from the door and walking towards the bed, “You’re tryin’ to kill me baby.”

He dropped you down on the bed, your body bouncing slightly. Jake pulled out his phone, and you let a sultry smile invade your face. Before he could take the picture, you reached down and flicked the button on your jeans open. You rolled the waist down, exposing the top of the panties that matched your bra for him to see.

Leaning back on one elbow, you brought your free hand up to hold the top of Jake’s hat, spreading your legs slightly, knees bent, your own boots on display for him. You watched him from beneath the brim of his hat, the shutter of the camera going off once before Jake threw his phone down on the bed and took his place between your legs.

“You’re too damn hot baby,” he said, picking up where he had stopped kissing your collarbones, making his way down your chest.

You moaned as he pulled one of your pert nipples into his mouth, sucking on it through the thin, lacy material of your bra. His hand came up, flicking over your other nipple a few times before gripping a handful of your breast, grinding his palm against your sensitive flesh.

Sliding your hands up under his jersey, you drug your nails up his sides, feeling goosebumps erupt over his skin. You trailed your fingers back down his ribs before working to get his jersey over his head. Jake helped you, pulling away from your chest for only a moment to rip the fabric off his head, throwing it to the floor.

You ran your hands over his pecs and down to the hair of his happy trail, scratching your nails through the sensitive area before moving your fingers further down, running them under the waistband of his jeans. While you attempted to unbuckle his belt without looking, Jake was doing his best to distract you.

He kissed down your stomach, pulling away from your hands, and running his stubble over your skin. You let out a quiet huff of frustration before his hands ran down the inside of your covered thighs. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched as he tugged your boots off, both of them dropping to the floor.

You helped him pull your jeans off and watched as he removed his own boots. Coming up to kneel on the bed, you pulled him to you by his belt buckle, undoing it before flicking the button of his jeans open and pulling the zipper down. Jake slid his jeans down his legs, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs in front of you.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of his still concealed erection and he let out a groan. You felt his hand through his hat, pressing your face more firmly to his underwear. Opening your mouth, you sucked on his tip through the fabric as he rocked his hips against you. The brim of his hat kept you from seeing his face, but the sounds that he was making led you to believe what you were doing felt quite good.

Jake suddenly pulled you up by your arms, “Need to taste you baby,” he said, pushing you down on the bed.

His hat fell off your head when you made contact with the mattress, but you didn’t care, because his hands were quickly pulling your panties down your legs. Jake kissed your thighs, driving you just the right amount of crazy.

“Jakey, I need-” you keened just as he pressed his open mouth to your mound, his tongue delving between your lips to flick up towards your clit. Your words were cut off by the guttural moan that left your mouth.

Jake flattened his tongue against your clit as he pressed two fingers into your heat. You grinded down on his face, tangling your hands in his hair, and riding it for all you were worth. The bed shook slightly and you opened your eyes, glancing down to see him pressing himself into the mattress, desperate for any friction. The sight caused you to clench around Jake’s fingers, your body hurtling to the edge. Just as you thought you were going to cum, he pulled away from you.

You let out a high pitched whine and looked up to Jake, nothing but lust written across your face and watched as he took another picture of you, your legs spread and your dripping center on display for him, his hat now sitting loosely on your head. His mouth and chin were covered in your sweet juices and you let out a moan as you watched his tongue flick out to lick some of it up.

“I believe you promised me a ride darlin’,” he said as he peeled off his underwear and moved up the bed to lay down beside you. You forced your trembling legs to cooperate, and you swung one over his hips as he settled with his back pressed up against the mountain of pillows on the bed.

Without pausing a moment, you settled yourself on top of him, grinding your dripping pussy down on his exposed erection.

Jake’s hips stuttered up into yours, “Jesus, baby. You’re gonna kill me.”

You let out a quiet laugh before grinding yourself down on him firmer than before, “You know what they say baby, save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

Jake groaned, leaning his head back on the pillows, “You can ride me any time darlin’.”

With a smirk fixed to your face, you brought your head down so that your lips were hovering just above his, “Any time? Wow. Don’t I feel special.”

“‘Course you’re special, you’re mine arnt‘cha?” he asked, a small smile on his face. A grunt escaped him as you crashed your lips to his, sucking his bottom one into your mouth for a heady kiss.

You lifted your hips off of him and reached down, lining him up with your entrance before sinking down on him in one quick motion, groaning at how full you felt. Jake’s hands tightened on your hips, holding you down on him as he felt your walls flutter and adjust to his size.

You reached across the bed, picking his hat back up and placing it atop your head. Leaning forward slightly, you kept one hand on his hat, ensuring it wouldn’t come off, and set the other on Jake’s chest, just over his heart.

“I’m yours baby,” you said, looking him in the eye as you pulled your hips away from his. His dick came almost all the way out of you before you dropped back down on him, finishing your statement on a moan, “All yours.”

Jake let out a groan as his hands worked to help guide your movements. His grip was tight and you could feel the bruises that you were going to have the next day.

As you settled into your rhythm, pulling up and rolling your hips on the way down, his dick hitting that spongy spot inside you on every thrust. Jake’s hands left your hips in favor of pulling your bra off. You glanced down when you felt his hands on your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipples between them, his eyes stuck on how they bounced with each thrust.

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated moan, trying to go faster, but your legs couldn’t keep up the pace, his wide hips making things difficult. Jake, seeming to know exactly what you needed, let go of your boobs. His hands found their way to your hips again, his firm grasp helping you obtain the speed you needed.

He shifted beneath you, and you let out a surprised gasp when his mouth closed around one nipple, his tongue flicking over it in time with your frantic thrusts.

“Jake…” you said, your voice sounding breathless and rough.

“What do you need baby?” he asked, pulling away from your chest slightly.

You whimpered as you dropped down on him, his dick going particularly deep, “More, need more,” you said, too far gone to get much else out.

Jake stilled your hips before flipping you over and pressing your back into the pillows. He wrapped your thigh up and over his hip before pounding into you. One of his hands going down between your connected bodies to rub at your clit as the other grabbed your ass, pulling you tighter to him as he wrecked you. You let out a loud cry as you felt your orgasm approach again, your hands grappling for purchase against his chest.

“So good for me baby,” he whispered into your ear, his pace unrelenting, “So warm and tight around me, making me feel so good,” he grunted as his words made you clench around him, “Cum for me baby, give it to me.”

With that, your body flew off the ledge it had been perched on. A loud cry of Jake’s name left your mouth as you turned into a writhing mess beneath him. He continued to rub his thumb against your clit, prolonging your orgasm as he pounded into you.

“Look at you baby, so gone for me,” he grunted out, you heard a camera shutter over the sound of his hips smacking wetly against yours, but you didn’t care. You let out a whine as he kept rubbing at you, overstimulation beginning to take over.

“Come one baby give me one more,” he said, his voice rough and strained like he was holding himself back.

“Can’t,” you gasped out, shaking your head.

Jake put his head down by your ear, his voice commanding, “You can and you will.”

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at his words before threading your fingers through his hair, pulling his lips down on yours forcefully.

Jake groaned into your mouth and two thrusts later, his hips came to a stop against yours. The warmth of his cum and the pulsing of his dick inside you was enough to push you over the edge again, a scream ripping itself from your throat.

As you came down from your high, you trailed your hands up and down Jake’s back. He let out a groan before lifting his head up from your shoulder, his eyes roving over your face.

“You okay darlin’?” he asked, concern crossing over his face.

You hummed, “Yes, I’m better than okay,” you replied, a sated smile on your face.

“Thank you,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Your mind whirred but you couldn’t settle on what he was thankful for, “For what?” you asked.

“The best birthday a guy could ask for,” he said, before pulling out of you and getting off the bed.

You shivered without the heat of his body, and you felt his cum start to leak out of you. Jake disappeared to the bathroom before you could answer, and he came back a moment later, a warm washcloth in his hand.

Once the two of you were cleaned up, and he was snuggled up against you in bed you found the right words to say to him.

“I love you, you know?” you asked him, “You don’t have to thank me for giving you the birthday you deserve.”

“I love you too,” he said quietly, burying his head into your shoulder before whispering another quiet, “Thank you.”

You fell asleep that night with a smile on your face, your man pressed up against your back.

—

The next morning came quickly, and the two of you were packing to leave the hotel when you heard a clatter come from the bathroom before Jake cussed.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice raised.

“You okay in there cowboy?” you called, looking through the doorway rather concerned.

He nodded, stooping to pick up his phone from the floor, “Yeah, just forgot I took a few pictures of you last night.”

“They any good?” you asked, raising one brow to look at him.

A smile broke over his face, “Darlin’, they’re enough to keep me going for this next deployment.”

You took the phone from his hand, scrolling through the pictures he had taken the night before. Letting out a quiet humm, you handed it back to him. Bringing your hand down to the front of his jeans, you cupped him gently before saying, “It looks like they’re enough to keep you going while you’re home too, sailor.”

Planting a kiss on his lips, you turned and walked back toward your suitcase. Jake’s hand caught your own, pulling you back to him. With another firm kiss planted on your lips, and your hips trapped against the sink, you let out a disgruntled grunt.

“Jacob Seresin, we are not having sex again or we will miss out flight!” you chastised him before kissing him one more time. A devious smile was fixed on your face as you walked back into the room.

“You’re such a tease,” he called back, as he grabbed his toiletry bag and flicked the light out in the bathroom.

You laughed as you took his bag from him, feeling his strong arms wrap around you as you placed the small bag in your shared suitcase, “Yes, but I’m your tease.”

Jake hummed, his lips pressed to your shoulder. You broke the moment with a loud squeal as he tickled your sides, “I suppose that’s true.”

“Jacob Seresin!” you shrieked, “Stop!”

“No can do sweets,” he answered, doubling down on your ticklish ribs, “We have a whole two minutes until the Uber gets here and I am using them wisely.”

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immortalecstasy-blog · 1 year

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Ashes To Angels 18+

Chapter 01/31 Pairing: Eddie Munson / Chrissy Cunningam

The last thing Chrissy can remember is bumping into her high school crush, Jason Carver, at a bar. But apparently that was nearly a year ago? She has no memories since then. But it seems like all her dreams have come true. Dream business. Dream body. Dream fiancé.

Except Rockstar Eddie Munson (Yes, that one!) is turning everything into a nightmare – because he seems to think they’ve been seeing one another for the last six months, and if his knowledge of her body is anything to go on… he may just be telling the truth.

What the hell has been going on in the last year?!

Please see AO3 'Additional Tags' for WARNINGS / First 5 Chapters All Available Already on AO3. Chapter One Below Cut

“You look amazing! Stop fussing!”

Chrissy turned from the public bathroom mirror to glare at Barb, who actually did look amazing.

Chrissy had only arrived back in her hometown a few days ago, and this was her first night out in Hawkins in what felt like a million years.

When people spoke about ‘blooming’ in college, they usually weren’t referring to your weight, and though Chrissy had struggled to keep the weight off in high school, it had become impossible once she’d gotten to college and suddenly found herself without the strict diet and exercise regimen that both her mother and the old cheer squad had enforced upon her.

You won’t be able to go on top of the pyramid if you get any bigger.

Well, there was no chance she’d be at the top of the pyramid now. She’d ignored her steady weight gain in her years away from her mother’s watchful gaze, enjoying the unlimited access to junk food and near constant party invitations - but now those extra pounds seemed to weigh a tonne. Hawkins was full of people who had known her as ‘Chrissy the Cheerleader’ not ‘Chrissy the Elephant’.

Chrissy’s expression spoke volumes.

“Chrissy, honestly, you look gorgeous!”

Chrissy pulled her top down self-consciously. Yes, the bright red blouse showed off her ample chest (the one and only upside to the extra weight), and her high waisted black jeans did manage to give her something like an hourglass, a lumpy hourglass. But she felt bloated, and her hair was doing nothing for rounded face, and she already felt too warm and like her make-up was going to melt off.

“Come on!” Nancy called from the door, looking stunning with her red lipstick and her sexy heels.

Barb grabbed Chrissy’s waist and steered her back into the crowded bar. They took over the barstools and Nancy waved down the bartender, who just so happened to be her little brother, Mike. He’d turned twenty-one in April and was as eager as Chrissy and Nancy had been to flee Hawkins. But the pay wasn’t bad and the locals were fair tippers, and so he’d chosen to spend a year working his ass off first. It definitely had nothing to do with his infinite heart-eyes for Jane Hopper.

At least, it didn’t anymore. Nancy and Jane’s step-brother had had a nasty break up only a month before, and Jane had turned a cold shoulder to poor Mike as a result.

“Shots!” Nancy cried, pointing a finger at her brother. He raised his eyebrows, clearly unimpressed with her tone, but dutifully laid out three shot glasses and then waited expectantly.

“Shots!” Nancy demanded.

Mike looked to Chrissy, clearly hoping for some specifics.

“Um, tequila?” She suggested, shrugging.

Mike nodded. “Salt and lime?”

“Definitely!”

He nodded again, and in no time at all their drinks were in front of them.

The salt was the most pleasant part, the tequila was the house brand and tasted like petrol and Chrissy had never been a fan of anything sour, so the lime did nothing to kill the rasp in her throat.

“Again!” Nancy demanded, swinging her pointer finger over her head like a lasso.

Mike racked them up again, and Chrissy pointedly stuffed a fistful of notes into the tip jar.

“She’s just… happy to be home.” Chrissy excused.

Mike laughed. “And you?”

“I’ve been here… three days, maybe? And I already feel like I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

Mike smiled grimly, waiting until she’d finished her second tequila chaser before sliding a fruity looking cocktail towards her.

“On the house. Welcome back.”

The cocktail was just what she needed, chasing away the toxic petrol-lime combination with its excessively sweet contents.

Barb and Nancy took Chrissy’s cocktail as a signal to get their own, and the girls migrated to one of the booths against the wall, further away from the speakers and a relieved Mike.

Nancy and Chrissy didn’t toast to finally being college graduates. Barb didn’t speak much about the years she had been ‘missing’, but since rolling back into town she’d admitted that college education had not been high on her priority list at the time, and neither Chrissy nor Nancy wanted to remind her that their last few years had been very different. But they all toasted to their gang being back together – even if Chrissy’s twin sister was missing – and to being back in Hawkins.

When Nancy returned to annoy her little brother and get them more drinks. Someone sidled up alongside her. Chrissy recognised who it was and her stomach lurched.

It was Jason Carver.

Chrissy had been sweet on him for years but he’d never really spared her a second glance. She had thought she would be over her silly crush on him, but looking at him now, she knew she was still enthralled.

He’d somehow filled out even more since school, and his dazzling white smile was visible all the way from the other side of them room. He was leaning against the bar, looking totally at ease as he engaged Nancy in conversation, and Chrissy felt a flare of jealousy.

She suddenly regretted every decision she had ever made for this evening. The red top, the matching chunky heels, the lipstick. Oh god.

Chrissy abandoned her straw and lifted the remnants of her cocktail to her lips, swallowing it down in one large gulp.

“You okay?” Barb asked.

Chrissy nodded distractedly. “How about you? How are you taking the news?”

“What news?” Barb asked lightly, as if Chrissy could’ve been talking about anything.

“Heather.”

Barb laughed derisively. “Oh. Yeah, no. It… It’s nothing. I mean, it means nothing to me – I’m happy for them.”

Chrissy pursed her lips.

“Uh huh.”

“I am!” Barb insisted, staring desolately into her empty glass, and then boring a hole into the back of Nancy’s head.

When Nancy came back – fuck, fuck, fuck – Jason was with her, helping her carry the drinks. As if Nancy couldn’t have carried three stupid drinks by herself.

“Hey Chris, how you doing?” He asked, setting the cocktail down in front of her and sitting in the booth with them.

Chrissy stared at Nancy in horror, but after an encouraging nod she managed to look at Jason – or at least in his direction – and croak “Yeah – good. Are… I mean, how are you?”

“I’m good!” He answered, throwing his hand around the back of the booth. The closest she would ever get to having those sun-kissed muscular arms around her.

“Yeah,” he continued, “I actually own my own business now. A gym, here in Hawkins.”

“Really?” Chrissy squeaked.

“Yeah. It’s… it’s only a little thing, but I’m hoping to expand. Get a bit of a spa thing going, you know?”

“Sounds amazing.”

Jason grinned, “It will be. I hope.”

“It will.” Chrissy insisted, “You’ve always been—um, I mean, you… you seem like a… you—”

He raised one eyebrow, but he seemed amused by her inability to form sentences, and the kind patience in his eyes gave Chrissy the chance to turn her jumbled thoughts into actual words.

“Sorry – I just mean, you’ve always known what you wanted and gone for it. I’m sure your spa thing will be the same.”

“You think?”

Chrissy nodded empathically.

A song that had been playing on every radio station at every opportunity suddenly came on, and Nancy was dragging Barb up.

“I love this song! Dance with me!”

Nancy and Barb disappeared onto the dance floor, but Jason didn’t vacate the booth for Chrissy to join them. It seemed like all his focus was on her, and she began to feel warm. Not just in-a-club-drinking warm, like, ugly-sweat-bubble-moustache warm.

“What about you? What are you plans now you’ve wrapped up for education? Or are you planning to study some more?”

Chrissy untied her tongue with a few sips of her cocktail, so sweet she could feel the sugar coating her teeth.

“I don’t know yet.” She admitted, trying to sound breezy.

They talked for hours, and Chrissy’s nerves slowly fell away thanks to the alcohol flooding her system and the attentive way Jason seemed to hang on her every word.

He bought her a drink, and then she bought him one, and they just talked. As Chrissy’s tongue loosened she talked more and more. About how she dreamed of owning her own business, how the idea of sitting behind a desk all day sounded like the worst thing in the world.

He talked about mutual acquaintances from school and how they were doing, seemed almost embarrassed when she pushed him for details on his gym.

There was a ruckus somewhere at some point, Chrissy was deaf to it at first, so wrapped up in her conversation with Jason Carver to pay attention to anything else. But then a drink was thrown. It splashed both of them and Jason was immediately on his feet, trying to diffuse the situation as Chrissy finally took in her surroundings.

Jonathan. Nancy’s ex-boyfriend. Jason had him in a headlock.

It was Nancy who had thrown the drink, Jason and Chrissy had just been collateral.

Chrissy didn’t understand at first. The breakup hadn’t been mutual, but Jonathan hadn’t been a dick about it.

“Tell me!” He was shouting. “Tell me how long you’ve been fucking him!”

“Jonathan, stop it!” Nancy screamed, even as Jason restrained him, telling him to calm down, to “Calm down man, just calm down. No need for a scene. C’mon, that’s enough.”

Jonathan sagged and Jason cautiously released him.

“Tell me you weren’t fucking him while we were together.” Jonathan pleaded.

Chrissy looked from the soaking Jonathan to Nancy, who was scowling at him haughtily.

“No.” She answered, her nose up in the air. “I never cheated. I swear.”

Cheated?

Chrissy shook her head. Nancy would never have cheated on Jonathan. Who the hell was he even accusing her of having sex with? Nancy wasn’t having sex with anyone. Chrissy would know if she was.

Jason led Jonathan outside, one hand around his shoulder – firm, but kind.

Chrissy scowled, not thinking for one second he would come back. She had demanded too much of his time already and surely he wanted to be laughing with his friends instead of sitting with the fat girl talking about the pros and cons of cream cheese frosting or how cinnamon belonged in everything.

“Chrissy, are you okay?”

“Are you?” Chrissy asked, turning from watching Jason’s broad shoulders retreating to check in on Nancy.

“I’m fine.” Nancy promised, even though her hands were shaking.

Chrissy picked up a napkin and wiped Nancy’s thrown cocktail from her eyes without thinking, and the napkin came away black with ruined mascara.

“What was he thinking?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Nancy insisted, shaking her head, “Please, I just want to have a girls ni-- Oh Chrissy, I’m so sorry, your make-up…”

“Is it bad?”

Nancy grimaced. Horrified, Chrissy fled to the bathroom. Nancy and Barb hot on her tail to help fix her up as best they could in the bathroom stall.

Her shirt had a big wet stain across the front that they tried to dry under the hand dryer, and while it improved eventually, her shirt was still sticky and gross. Nancy salvaged her make-up but wiped off most of her foundation in the process.

Chrissy almost howled at her reflection, taking in the blotchy pink cheeks and soggy bangs. Glad Jason was gone and couldn’t see her looking such a mess.

“Who did Jonathan think you were sleeping with?” Chrissy asked incredulously when they’d dried and fixed her bangs as best they could.

“It doesn’t matter.” Nancy told her, shaking her head, still fussing with Chrissy’s make up. “He’s just being an idiot.”

When Chrissy was as presentable as she could be without a shower and a change of clothes they exited the bathroom and she walked straight into Jason.

“Are you alright?”

His fringe was tinged pink and dripping cocktail, his white polo shirt more obviously stained than her blessedly red blouse, but he only seemed concerned about her.

“I’m fine! A little sticky, but… fine.”

His face relaxed, “Nance, I take it you’re in need of a fresh drink?”

Chrissy’s heart sank, but as he moved towards the bar his had circled her waist and he took her with him.

“Do you want another drink?” He asked.

“Oh, it’s my round…” Chrissy stammered. But Jason held up a crisp twenty, grinning at her.

“Another cocktail?” He asked.

“I think… maybe a coke?”

He nodded, ordering a cocktail each for Nancy and Barb and then surprising her by ordering two cokes.

“I don’t, um, I don’t want to push in on girls’ night.” He admitted, and Chrissy realised he was trying to find a polite excuse to get away from her.

“Oh, no, yeah. It’s fine. You – um, you go be with your friends…”

“We don’t mind.” Barb interrupted from his other side, sucking up her cocktail at alarming speed.

“Are you sure?” Jason asked. Chrissy was about to make excuses for him but then he turned back to her, “Do you mind? Could I steal you a bit longer?”

“Okay!”

“Yeah?”

Chrissy nodded enthusiastically, almost dropping her coke when he took her hand to lead her back through the crowd of dancing revellers back to the booth.

“Um, where were we?” He laughed, dabbing at his forehead with a napkin as the cocktail continued to drip into his eyes.

Chrissy laughed, taking the napkin from him, and squeezing the worst of it out of his hair.

“Um, I think… cinnamon?”

Jason laughed, going cross-eyed as he watched her work.

“Yeah. Yeah! So, and I mean don’t get me wrong – cinnamon is heaven. But, chocolate. I still remember that chocolate fudge cake you made in home ec.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it was… man, it was the best cake I’ve ever tasted.”

“You remember?” Chrissy asked, her hand falling away from his hair.

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t think you’d even remember me.”

“Of course I’d remember you.”

“Chrissy – the bars closing. Are you coming?”

Chrissy looked up. The bar was almost empty, Mike was already swinging the barstools onto the bar to mop the floor.

Jason started, looking around him in surprise, sliding out of the booth so Chrissy could get up.

Their chests brushed as she scooted to her feet, amazed at how much taller he was even in her heels.

“Did you, maybe… um…” he began.

“Come on! Move!” A member of staff shouted from the exit.

“Jace! C’mon dude!” One of Jason’s friends shouted out.

“Uh.” Jason ran his hand through his hair, pulling his hand away with a frown as it got coated in sticky remnants of cocktail. “When are you out next? I’d love to buy you a drink again some time.”

“Um, I’m… I’m not sure… um, probably, I mean, normally—” Chrissy started.

“Next weekend.” Barb told him confidently. “Saturday.”

Jason grinned at Chrissy as if she had answered.

“Okay, I’ll see you Saturday then, yeah?”

Chrissy had nodded enthusiastically, but then they’d both been pulled apart by their respective parties as they exited the club. She’d tried to twist her head around to watch him as he and his group left in the opposite direction, but Nancy pulled at her arm.

“Don’t look back. He’s watching you.” Barb explained.

“Stay cool, Chris.” Nancy agreed, dragging her away.

#hellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #hellcheer rockstar au #st fanfiction #stranger things #st fanfic #fanfiction

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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.When the party’s over.

>REINITIALISING…

>ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE

>WIRELESS CHARGING: 69%

>RK900 SYSTEM HEALTH: STABLE

>24H FILE RECOVERY: 45%

Nines slowly regained consciousness. He was lying on his side and everything around him was quiet.

>ENVIRONMENTAL SCAN IN PROGRESS…

>THREAT ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS…

Layers of fabric covered his body and something soft and warm was pressed against his face. Eyes still shut, he nudged it gently with his nose and it emitted a low vibration.

>2% THREAT DETECTED: FELINE SUBJECT

The cat sprang upwards and hopped off the surface that Nines was lying on. It was ostensibly a bed, but Nines didn’t own any furniture apart from a couch and work table. The logical conclusion was that he was not in his own apartment.

>RUN LOCALISATION PROGRAM: Y/N?

>ERROR: PROGRAM FAILED TO EXECUTE

>ERROR: MEMORY FILE CORRUPTION

Nines had no absolutely recollection of his whereabouts or how he had arrived. He had not been compromised as his system health was stable, so there was probably another reason for being completely disoriented. It was voluntary.

He had gotten the android equivalent of blackout drunk.

It was not the first time and he feared it would not be the last. Such were the hard-partying ways of his friends and colleagues. They were all terrible influences. He loved them dearly, but they were terrible.

At 6PM every Friday, Chen and Miller would start things off rather innocently. “Hey there’s a new brewery downtown.” Or “My bartender cousin just hooked us up with a thirty percent discount!”

From there it wouldn’t take long for the DPD’s resident frat boys Connor and Gavin to gather a steady crowd of officers and check out the venue. If the vibes were good (which they almost always were), Sixty would get wind of things. Then the rest of the frat house would descend and total chaos would reign until the break of dawn.

SWAT Unit 32 was famous for its particularly destructive brand of revelry. Skinny dipping in private swimming pools, scaling skyscraper rooftops and causing media scandals were all par for the course. The day after Captain Allen’s birthday, the DPD crew spent the entirety of their bonuses to repair the collapsed ceiling of the Eden Club.

Nines couldn’t remember how he exactly he was coopted into the madness. Probably peer pressure. Connor insisted that he try thirium alcohol. Sixty said that he would regret being a loser and not joining them. Gavin had just held out a hand and double-winked. That did the trick.

One night blended into another and soon Nines had worked up quite a reputation of his own. He was the Casanova of the homicide department. The handsome devil… the hunter… the sex god. People would actually come by his desk and congratulate him on Monday morning.

Nines hated it but he couldn’t stop himself from doing the same thing over and over. Perhaps it was the appreciative clap on the shoulder from Gavin the morning after Sixty posted photos of a high-end Traci model giving Nines his very first lap dance.

Life at the DPD was the epitome of work hard, play hard. It seemed like one big party but deep down Nines knew they were all just slaves to their compulsions. He wondered whether it was because they needed to celebrate every demon they vanquished or whether they needed to wipe the troubling memories of doing so.

In Nines case, there were definitely things he needed to kill within himself. Some were nightmare inducing crime scenes, but some were memories so heart-wrenchingly sweet that he thought he might self-destruct if he were to dwell on them too long. There were things he couldn’t have and things he needed to erase from his brain.

Something touched his face gently.

>PERIPHERAL OBJECT DETECTED: HUMAN HAND

>THREAT ANALYSIS: NON-COMBATIVE

The hair on his forehead was brushed aside and fingers ran over his features. A thumb swept over his bottom lip and caressed his cheek.

Nines couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes and come face to face with his most recent conquest. He lay still, frozen with regret as the hand continued to stroke his face.

The hand travelled down his neck and fell upon his chest. Nines caught it abruptly. It wasn’t even the month-end and his savings were badly depleted. He couldn’t afford round two. He retracted the synth skin down to his wrist and prepared the electronic payment credentials.

Fingers merely intertwined with his.

“Just take your money and go. I’ll tip extra if you delete everything from your hard drive.”

“What the phck are you talking about?”

Nines eyes flew open. Steel blue met storm green.

>SYSTEM ALERT: THIRIUM PUMP OVERLOAD

“Fuck!”

“Wow that’s flattering.”

Nines pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes in a vain attempt to remember what had led to this absolute, unmitigated disaster.

“What the hell happened last night?”

Gavin looked affronted.

“You ruined our housewarming for one.”

>MEMORY ARCHIVE SEARCH: housewarming, Gavin

>RESULT: TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM “G.REED” IN GROUPCHAT “CLUBBERCOPS”, 15:33 18 JULY 2040: Assholes. Party at our new place. Next Friday. From seven till LATE. Bring booze, bring bitches. Nah. Actually, don’t. Our landlord’s a bastard and we already got three noise complaints.

>RESULT: TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM “CONMAN” IN GROUPCHAT “CLUBBERCOPS”, 15:34 18 JULY 2040: Yeah we should keep this one PG. Bring food if you wanna eat. This mf can’t cook and I don’t care to. See y’all!!

Oh right. Fuck. Gavin’s housewarming. Gavin and Connor’s housewarming. His two closest friends who were somehow even closer to one another. Nines hadn’t realised until it was far too late and there was nothing for him to do but smother the bitterness with his favourite coping mechanisms: android alcohol and paid sex.

The circumstances definitely explained the state he was in, but things still didn’t add up.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did we… did we…”

“No. Nothing happened between us. You were completely shitfaced. I just put you to bed to stop you from embarrassing yourself.”

Nines looked up at the ceiling, struggling to put the pieces together. His system offered him no useful prompts. The fermented thirium had done its job of code corruption extremely well. He looked back down and met the green eyes focused on him with deep concern.

“What did I do?”

“Sixty has videos, but I don’t think you want to see them. God, Nines… why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I’m really sorry, Gavin. I didn’t mean to ruin your night… and Connor’s.”

“He’s fine. He and Sixty moved the crew to Hank’s place. Which is what we should have done in the first place… there’s really no point throwing a party in this shoebox and telling people like Tina Chen to be quiet. Honestly if it wasn’t you it would have been her bringing the house down. Good thing they had all of Michigan Drive to tear up. Hank’s neighbours can sleep though a bombing.”

“What did I do?”

Gavin put his hand back on Nines’ face, his expression unintelligible. The human touched him often enough, but never like this. Never so intimately. Nines forced down the twisting sensation in his torso. He couldn’t get his hopes up. This was pity.

Nines braced himself to hear the worst. He prepared for the shredding of all his dignity and the collapse of his falsely extroverted and confident identity.

What came though was a soft press of lips to his forehead.

“It wasn’t pretty and I wish it hadn’t happened like that, but I think it was a long time coming… I’ve never seen you so emotional before. I’m sorry I didn’t notice anything all this while.”

“Gavin, please.”

“I’m going to focus on the positives, because really… there were a LOT of negatives. Oh boy. You… uh…”

“Gavin.”

The detective dipped his head and looked away.

“Phck, I shouldn’t be so embarrassed…

You told me you loved me.”

Nines closed his eyes. That was it. He should quit his job and move to another state. Hell, he should go to Cyberlife and request a factory reset on compassionate grounds.

“I’m so sorry. I… I should leave.”

He made to sit up, but was pushed back into the mattress. Gavin curled into his side.

“Nah. You’re good.”

“What?”

“You threw up on my plants and smashed Connor’s RA9 sculpture, buuuut you’re good.”

“I don’t understand.”

Gavin wrapped his arms around Nines and edged closer until the android was forced to turn on his side and reciprocate.

“What do you think, genius? If a guy like me doesn’t throw a guy like you out of the house after all that… what does it mean?”

“That you have a high tolerance for toxic friendships?”

“It means I want you to stick around, dipshit.”

>SYSTEM ALERT: THIRIUM PUMP RATE FLUCTUATIONS. OVERLOAD IMMINENT.

“You mean you like me?”

“Of course I do! I always have, but it never seemed right to bring it up. We’re actually really good friends. I didn’t think it would be possible when we first met but we have so much in common.”

“Bad habits for sure.”

“Come on, Nines. We’ve had a really great time together. Some of my best memories at the DPD are with you. Don’t ever quote me on it but you’re a phcking amazing partner. Can’t believe you thought I had something going with Connor when it’s always been you.

So yeah, I do like you. And I’m willing to try… I dunno… being with you. Like for real.

Stop drinking like that, though. I know I’m a hypocrite but you really scared me last night. I lost my Dad and I nearly lost Hank to the bottle. You might be this super advanced android, but that liquid courage shit is a death trap, man.”

>SYSTEM ERROR: THIRIUM PUMP AT MAX FLOW RATE. PUMP OVERLOAD. REDUCE PRESSURE IMMEDIATELY!

Nines nodded quickly and blinked away the tears that welled up in his eyes. Gavin grasped the android’s chin and tipped his face down gently. Their eyes fluttered shut simultaneously and their lips met.

>SYSTEM RECOVERY MESSAGE: THIRIUM PUMP FUNCTIONALITY RESTORED

They broke apart after several golden moments and Gavin hugged Nines tightly under the sheets.

“What am I supposed to say to the others? I don’t think I can look any of them in the eye ever again.”

“Are you serious? You got nothing on the insanity that bunch is capable of. Sixty thinks he’s hot shit with his blackmail material, but I got receipts that’ll glue his mouth shut for decades. Anyway, that’s what friends are meant to be like. You have dirt on each other but you’re not meant to use it.

The same applies to us too, by the way. Don’t feel like you gotta be… apologetic about what happened last night. Yeah, you better replace my fancy new plants but I’ll never judge you for what happened. I want you to know that I’ll always be in your corner, Nines.”

Nines hummed thoughtfully and ran a hand though Gavin’s hair, marvelling at the fact that he could now do so whenever he wanted. He didn’t say anything in response, and just settled for cuddling closer to the human.

>>RK900 SYSTEM HEALTH: EXCELLENT

#tw: alcholism #reed900 #happy ending #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh fanfic #detroit become human #dbh rk900 #dbh nines #dbh #my writing #my work #long post

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Hiii may I request Getou + 5 + female reader please? Thank youuu and I hope you have an amazing day/night💗

This is a whole MOOD.

Here you go, sunshine! Thank you for requesting!

Son of My Enemy: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.5k

tw: none

The sounds of the Christmas party in full swing bring you joy.

For years, you begged your mother to let you plan the yearly event that drew the most elite crowd away from the stagnant shores of winter and onto the fertile grasses of the Mitsuhashi estate. This year, you were given full reign to do as you pleased: dress code, invitations, decor, food assortment, everything.

And it looks like months of planning led you straight to success. As the paparazzi attempts to catch photos of the most famous guests from outside, you make your rounds as the hostess for the evening, smiling at old family friends and introducing yourself to the newest addition to the elite crew: Maki and Mai Zenin. Nobara Kugasaki, Maki’s girlfriend, also joined them, her eyes shifting over the crowd as you approached them, but softening up once you mention Louis Vuitton and Emilio Pucci.

“They’re sweet girls,” you think aloud to your best friend, Mei Mei, who simply sips on her champagne and shrugs. “Do you thin--” A flurry of commotion attracts your attention to the front of the ballroom, and two tall males make their way into the room, dressed to the nines in tailor-made suits and simple accessories. Your chin instinctively tilts a little higher when you recognize the sons of two high-ranking Saiko-komons in the Takadashi syndicate.

One of them, Gojo Satoru, is the epitome of a cocky bastard. His strut, his white hair, his blue eyes, and his good looks make him the most popular of the two, despite rumors swirling around his lack of morality and lack of condoms. The other one, Geto Suguru, is less cocky, but more cunning. The black-haired fox face makes a great wingman, you note, noticing how he smiles at everyone in an unassuming way. They’re obviously the Yin and Yang of your age group, and they act like it, too.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n…” Gojo chants, rubbing his palms together when he sees you. “You’ve outdone yourself tonight. This will be a party everyone talks about for a week, then goes back to looking for the next party in time for New Year’s.” You want to smack the smirk off of his face and make it a party everyone talks about for years, but instead, you hold your resolve, letting Mei Mei respond.

“If you two hadn’t drug yourselves into the room, I’m sure they would have talked about the civility of the party compared to last year’s fiasco.” The memory of a destroyed oversized nutcracker flashes in your mind, and you press your lips together in displeasure.

“Why are you two here?” you wonder, and Suguru raises a brow.

“You act like we weren’t invited.”

“By who?” you ask, and Gojo whips out an invitation, the gold, and white color almost exactly like the ones you sent out in July. When you look at the paper, you’re surprised to see Gojo and Getou’s names in raised gold lettering on the invite. “I left you guys off the list this year,” you recall, distinctly remembering telling your assistant that Geto and Gojo would be marked off the list of potential guests and watching her draw a line through the names on her ever-shrinking list.

“You forged it,” Mei Mei grunts, snatching the card. She looks it over as well, then holds it up to the light to see if the watermark - copyrighted by your family - would appear. And sure enough, it did. “Hm. Looks like your brother or your mom has some explaining to do.”

“Yuta’s here?” Gojo presses, and you observe him standing on his tip-toes to see over the crowd easier. When he finds his target, he heads off in that direction, and you flash Mei Mei a look that begs her to follow him. She nods once, then disappears into the crowd. You assume Suguru has left as well, but when you turn around, you’re thoroughly surprised to see him still standing there, eyes drifting over your red sequined dress and strappy gold heels. He lets out an appreciative whistle and murmurs,

“Damn, y/n. You look beautiful tonight.”

“I always do,” you retort, turning away from Satoru’s sidekick while rolling your eyes. He follows you to the bar, where you order a rum and coke, hoping to be rid of the headache that followed you.

“You know, I would’ve thought you’d soften up by now. I didn’t expect you to still be miffed about the--”

“Can we not talk about this here?” you inquire, sighing deeply. Geto shrugs his shoulders and raises a brow.

“Would you rather we talk about it in the broom closet like last time?” You curl your lip up as the bartender delivers your drink, and you wonder if Suguru has any decency left in him as you turn away again, leaving him at the bar.

“I’d rather you leave me alone.”

“My tongue still remembers the way you taste,” he calls out, catching the attention of a few party-goers in the vicinity. You freeze, heat creeping up your neck and cheeks, and Suguru reappears in your line of vision, smirking. “I knew that would get you to pause. Now will you hear me out or will you continue to act like this? My ears can remember the way you scr--” You grab his wrist, growling,

“Meet me upstairs in the drawing-room in ten minutes.” His triumphant smile is enough to let you know he’ll be there.

_____________________________________________________________

The door opens and closes quickly behind you, and you turn to face the intruder with a frown.

“You’re hell-bent on embarrassing me, aren’t you?” Suguru walks past the various couches in the room to approach you, sliding off his dark blue jacket and casting it on a chaise lounge.

“Not as hell-bent as I am to be with you.”

“Just because we fucked while we were on vacation last year doesn’t mean we’re meant to be together,” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest. You don’t really think he’s a terrible person - or a bad lay - but his status as an associate with the Yakuza isn’t doing him any favors. But why would your mother (or brother, for that matter) invite him to the Christmas party?

“I’ve been pursuing you since then, and you’ve been brushing me off,” he notes, fingering the timepiece on the mantle. “But you and I both know why you’re not allowing me to get close to you.” When he rolls up his sleeves, you can see the various tattoos scattered about his forearms. “Just tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you alone forever.”

You look over at the man in the firelight and consider telling him to go away and never contact you again, but that would negate your feelings. Sure, you felt attracted to Geto. That much you could admit to yourself. But could you admit that to him?

“I brought you a gift.” He motions toward his jacket, and you sit on the chaise lounge before digging around in the pockets. You pull out a medium-sized white box, and open it slowly, the gleam of diamonds catching your eye. A Vivienne Westwood tennis bracelet sits neatly inside, and you look up at Suguru, who leans on the mantle, eyes watching you carefully.

“You didn’t have to give me anything,” you whisper, but he shrugs, blinking.

“Consider it your Christmas present.”

“But I don’t think--”

“Don’t think too much of it. First, though, I want to apologize for causing a scene. Second, I want you to know that even though I’m part of the Takadashi clan…” Suguru runs a hand through his long hair, sighing. “It doesn’t mean that I’m going to make your life hell. I know what your mother went through with your father, but I swear that I’ll make sure you’re not put in harm’s way. Ever.”

“Yuta invited you,” you realize, and a lazy grin slides over his face.

“He called me and told me your trepidation.”

You shake your head, putting the box down on his jacket, and standing. “Why would my brother tell you that?” Suguru pushes off the mantle and walks toward you, hands now stuffed in his pockets. When he stops in front of you, you contemplate rising up on your tiptoes to reach his lips, but he tilts your chin up with his right hand instead.

“I guess he saw me pining after you and felt bad.”

“He’s not the type to take pity on anyone,” you counter.

“He’s also not the type to be in talks with the Takadashi clan about securing some sort of protection against the other clans, is he?” By now, Geto’s closed the space between you easily, pressing his other hand to the small of your back. “Besides, wouldn’t it be fun to play bodyguard and heiress? Have you tried that?” he murmurs against your lips, and you press yours to his in response.

“It wouldn’t be unheard of,” you reply softly, and he kisses you again, holding you flush against him while you two make out in the firelight of the drawing-room.

#geto x reader #getou suguru #getou x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen #jjk geto #geto suguru

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anathewierdo · 4 years

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 10: She’s Real

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 5760

Chapter summary: After a heart-wrenching encounter with his ex and his Pop’s party, Dean goes back to Matagorda to get started on his new life and... well, I think the title kind of sort of gives away the rest 😉

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

Call of the Ocean Masterlist

A/N: Ma dudes, life is crazy. It’s Independence Day here in Mexico, I just volunteered to be an online teacher for a social service program and I am swamped in assignments... It’s interesting, to say the least. This has all put a damper on all of my WIP’s and I am desperate to put something else out there besides this amazing series (’cause I do have some stuff I think y’all would like :) ). This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Lovely text banners made by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89

Next chapter will be posted this saturday, september 19th :D

“Hi, Dean,” Cassie said before biting her lip. She seemed nervous. “I was hoping we could talk?”

“I--” Dean wasn’t sure what to say as he brought his glass to his lips and took a sip.

The amber liquid flowed down his throat giving him a slight burn. There was so much he wanted to say to her. Mostly he wanted to tell her to fuck off, but to make a scene in the ballroom would have all eyes on him. The last thing he needed was his family to be embarrassed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cassie,” he gave her a soft smile. “Go back inside, have a good time.”

“But Dean, I–”

“Please, Cassie. I said no. I– I can’t. Go back inside. Let me at least have a decent, calm night.”

“Five minutes, Dean,” she begged. “Just five minutes and I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

Dean pursed his lips and looked her in the eyes, trying to catch his breath and get a grip of himself without being too obvious. The one thing that flashed in his mind were the last words she uttered when he was down on his knee asking to marry her. ‘I cheated on you’. Those words had tore through him like a samurai sword slicing a bamboo tree. One look into her eyes through her mask made his heart clench. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he clenched his jaw and held on to his whiskey glass for dear life.

“Five minutes,” he conceded.

“That’s all I ask for,” Cassie nodded.

He didn’t let her take his hand, but he allowed her to guide him outside of the venue without anyone noticing. She always knew how to sneak them out of events like this to have some alone time, when she was feeling overwhelmed or he was feeling a bit too tired for him to keep up a friendly face. A little escapade, a little chat, a few kisses (sometimes more), and they would be alright again. His heart clenched a little at the memories.

When they stopped at the edge of the garden, he was pretty sure no one would come looking here for them. He could just barely make out the music that was playing; there was no way in hell anyone would hear whatever they were going to discuss.

“Say what you need to say,” Dean sighed as he looked at his watch. “Clock is ticking and I have to hit the road soon.”

“I know we left it in a very, very bad place, Dean,” She licked her lips and took in a deep breath. “I know nothing I say will ever get you to forgive me… but I am so very sorry.”

“Okay?” Dean gave a shrug. “You’re sorry. Which sorry are we? Sorry for leading me on? Sorry for lying to my face for who knows how long while you were seeing someone else behind my back? Or sorry that you destroyed five years of not just a relationship, but our friendship?”

“For everything, Dean,” she replied. “I fucked up, and I am so, so sorry… when I woke up the next morning and I realized that the man lying beside me wasn’t you and I– I panicked. I couldn’t believe I had done that and I just–”

“Save it, Cassie,” Dean shook his head. “You’re sorry? Ok. Why couldn’t you just tell me that you didn’t love me anymore? Or was it when I told you that I was thinking about not being CEO anymore that you saw the dollar signs fly away?” he sneered.

“I was not dating you for the money and you know that, Dean.”

“Could have fooled me,” he huffed. “I gave you everything I had Cassie. I gave you a piece of me I never showed anyone! And you sit there telling me it wasn’t about the money? Then what?”

“I don’t know!” she exclaimed. “All I know is that I couldn’t believe I had done it. I never– I never meant to hurt you, Dean, I swear. And I didn’t want to lose you, I–” she stuttered. “But then I saw you down on one knee and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be with you knowing I had done that. I swear, I never meant to hurt you, Dean.”

“Well, you did.” -- he took a long sip of his whiskey and smacked his lips together-- “you said you were sorry, okay. Your time is up.” he looked down at the ground. Knowing that if he looked at her the wall would break. “I hope you have a nice life, I’m leaving in a few minutes. Kansas isn’t my home anymore.”

“I hope wherever you’re going is a good home for you, then,” she mumbled. “I wish you the best, Dean. I really do.”

Dean didn’t know how to respond, so he just nodded his head and went around Cassie to go back to the party. He stopped after a few steps.

“When did it happen?”

He was certain that her answer to his question would not do him any favors. If anything, it would make the pain worse and open up wounds he thought were healed.

But he had to know.

“Remember that last trip I took with a couple of my friends from work? The little town they wanted to visit for all that bird-seeing?”

Dean nodded, “I remember. You were excited and I bought you everything you needed.”

“Mhm… On the second day of that trip, we met this guy, one of the guides they had around. He was nice, invited me for a few drinks… and I didn’t say no… You know what happened next.”

Just like the night she confessed, the night she refused his proposal, Dean felt his heart shatter all over again. He had his answer, he was hurt.

But he was done.

Turning around one last time to look at Cassie, he gave her a wobbly smile and felt the tears pool in his eyes.

“Thank you.” he nodded. “Have a nice life, Cassie. I hope I never see you again.”

“Dean--” she tried to reach for him but stop when she met his angry glare.

“I got my answer. You knew for a month and strung me along,” he shook his head. “Just stay away from my family, Cassie. Don’t come to these things anymore. You broke what we had, there is no saving that. So I hope the next guy you decide to string along, won’t go for your bullshit.”

With those last words, Dean opened the door into the ballroom and disappeared into the crowd. He made a beeline for the bar holding his empty glass. He knew he had promised, but fuck if he didn’t need another drink before he hit the road. He regretted listening to her, but he had closure, he got the answer that had plagued him for a good six months. As he placed a generous tip into the bartender’s tip jar, he never noticed Sam standing next to him.

“Are you ok, Dean? What happened?”

“I’m fine Sam,” Dean hissed. “Just fine. Going to head out in a few anyways. The food sucks so I might get a burger before I hit the highway.”

A smack across his head made him jump to turn and see his grandmother behind him.

“Hi, Nana,” he gave her a sheepish smile.

“Dean, so help me you are not going to cut out early. You will sit at the family table, eat the dinner your mother and I picked, and try to make it clear to Ms. Braeden that she is a leech.” She grabbed the whiskey glass from him and drank it.

“I-- Nana, that’s--” Dean stopped when he met her glare. “Yes ma’am,” he grumbled.

“Besides,” she placed the whiskey glass on the bar top and linked her arm with Dean’s. “Don’t worry, you are going to sit next to me, Sam is going to sit next to Pop’s and your father will sit next to Jessica far away from you. I also believe you said you were driving back to Texas tonight so no more whiskey.”

“Yes, Nana,” Dean grumbled as she led them towards the dining area. Dean sighed when he noticed Lisa staring at him. “Ms. Braeden.”

“Shall we go have dinner, Dean?” she held up her arm for him.

With a grunt, he reluctantly took her arm in his and made his way towards his seat. He helped Lisa into hers before sitting next to her. Sliding his chair slightly away from her, he smiled as he looked over the menu. He cursed himself for insulting The hor dourves. Looking at the main menu he knew his Pop’s had picked the food. Ribeye steak with fries and wild rice.

“Didn't think I was going to let Nana put rabbit food out here, did you?” Samuel had leaned over to whisper to his grandson.

Dean laughed, “No sir. I guess not.”

Dean was grateful to not be near his Dad. He stiffened when he felt Lisa’s hand on his thigh and coughed giving her a sideways glance. Calmly, he reached down and removed her hand giving her a soft glare.

“Ms. Braeden,” he huffed. “We are at a respectable party. Compose yourself.”

“But Dean…” she whined softly. “Wouldn’t you rather go somewhere private and put those hands to good use?”

“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole,” he growled into her ear. “I am in no mood for your games. And if this is how a VP of a company tries to close her deals it makes me wonder what kind of business you want us to enter with?”

“And where was this attitude when we were having such a nice time the last time I saw you?”

“That was a lapse in judgment,” Dean sighed. “It won’t happen again. Now, I suggest you behave in a professional manner or you will force me to reconsider the contract,” he growled glaring at her.

That seemed to do the trick as she licked her lips and cleared her throat. She seemed to realize that she had tried to push him a tad too far. Sitting back she huffed, much to Dean’s relief. He smiled when the food came and began to dig in. He and his grandfather continued to talk about Matagorda and his operations. He was excited to start right away. He mentioned that the former owner of the garage also owned a scrap yard, meaning Dean could restore some of the cars. If the business went well, Dean offered his grandfather a place to test the new engines and maybe make it a small branch of their corporation.

“Now I do need to come to visit and see your garage,” Samuel smiled.

“Garage?” John piped in from behind.

“Just a small venture I’m sending Dean on,” Samuel winked. “The boy found something that could help us be more independent in our engine building. I like it.”

“What?!”

“We can talk later, Pop’s. Besides,” Dean pushed his empty plate away. “Now, where is the dessert table?”

Samuel let out a laugh as the desert table was presented with a cake in the center and an assortment of other treats around it.

“Ms. Braeden I hope you have had a wonderful time. But, once I finish dessert I will be making my way to my new home.” Dean reached into his wallet and pulled out a few cash bills to hand to her. “That should cover a cab back to where you are staying.”

With that, he ignored his father’s stares and made his way to the dessert table. Sam had watched the interaction and couldn’t help but smirk. But he knew something was off with Dean. Surveying the surroundings, Sam’s eyes landed on a familiar person and he sighed. He figured out Dean’s mood. Cassie must have cornered him. Walking to his brother, he cleared his throat.

“So, you have a good night? Anyone catch your eye?” Sam tried to act casual.

“Not really,” Dean looked over the different pies and frowned. “Man, I can’t pick one. They all look good!” he grumbled.

“They do…” Sam conceded. “So… I just happened to see a familiar face…”

“Drop it, Sam,” Dean sighed as he picked up a place and placed a slice of pecan pie and a slice of apple pie.

“What did she tell you? What happened?”

“She tried to apologize, I ripped her a new one and called her a gold digger.” Dean sighed. “Can we please just drop it. I’m never seeing her again, and I told her to not come to these things anymore.” Dean watched as Sam grabbed a fruit tart and rolled his eyes.

“What?!” Sam exclaimed, then quickly composed himself at the reminder that they weren’t alone. “No. Nonononononono no you have to tell me everything– Dean, did you really– “

“What are you, a girl?” Dean raised his brow at his brother. “Look, she asked if she could talk to me, I gave her five minutes.” he made his way towards their table and Sam took Lisa’s unoccupied seat. “So we walk to the garden and she went in on how sorry she was and I asked sorry for what part of her being a bitch. She all but said that she had cheated me on that trip she went on a month before I proposed.” Dean let out in one breath. “So I just told her that she wasn’t welcome to these events anymore.”

“Holy crap.” Sam gasped. “Holy crap. Dean, I’m so proud of you.”

“It’s no big deal,” Dean tried to take a bite but stopped when Sam hugged him.

“It is.” His little brother smiled. “It really is.”

“Can you be any more annoying, Bitch?” Dean growled as he gave his brother his best bitch face. “I’m trying to eat my pie.”

“Ok, ok, eat your pie, you jerk.” Sam conceded. “Any other plans and interesting chats for the night?”

“Well, I’m going to enjoy my dessert and head on out. Benny sent me a message saying that Cas decided to join us, so they are both on their way. I need to find a spot to rest in between my drive back to Matagorda.” Dean smiled.

“Well, from the way I see it,” Sam returned a smile of his own, “everything is starting to look up for you, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, it is,” Dean smiled.

Dean beamed as he devoured the two slices of pie. With a look around he noticed his mother and Nana together. He decided it was time to say his goodbyes and make the twelve-hour drive back. He walked over and cleared his throat.

“Ladies,” He smiled. “I need to make my twelve-hour drive. So I came to say goodbye.” He gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Please call when you get there,” His mother caressed his cheek. “I don’t need to worry.”

“Same goes for me young man,” Deana hugged him tightly. “You call me so that Pop’s and I won’t worry.”

“I promise,” Dean smiled as he walked away and found Sam and Jess talking with some of the other company lawyers. “Bye Duffus,” he punched Sam’s shoulder. “Bye short stack.”

“Be careful on your way home, ok?” Jess raised her eyebrow.

“Yeah, yeah,” He hugged them both before waving at his grandfather who was distracting his father.

Jogging to his car, he froze when he noticed someone leaning against it. There stood Lisa Braeden. His jaw clenched in anger as he grabbed his keys ignoring her.

“Decided to leave without saying goodbye?” she removed her mask and looked at him. “You know I liked flirty you better.”

“I thought I told you to be professional?” Dean growled.

“What’s the matter, Dean?” Lisa walked to him, she was trying to pull out all the stops. “Do you really need to go that bad that you can’t have a bit of--” she placed herself dangerously close to him, “fun.”

“Ms. Braeden, it seems to me that you cannot comprehend the meaning of the word no. And I don’t have time to explain it to you.” He peeled himself away from her. “I need to go.”

Dean made his way to the driver’s side and climbed in, quickly locking the door and starting the engine. He wasted no time in peeling out of the parking spot he was in and making his way to the highway, heading to Texas.

About an hour in on his trip, his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” Dean sighed. He realized he hadn’t checked who it was and sighed when a voice screamed in his ear.

“Where the fuck are you?!” His father’s voice made him put the phone away from his ear, cringing at the volume his father was screaming at. “And would you care to explain to me why I just received the news that Benny and Castiel quit the company?!”

“Huh?” Dean began making stacking noises. “Dad? Is that you? I can’t hear you.” He smiled to himself.

“Do not fucking play dumb, Dean Winchester!”

“Hello?” Dean continued to play dumb. “Hello? Dad? Look if you can hear me, I guess you should know that I’m opening my own garage so I guess I took the best guys for the job with me. So you go ahead and have fun replacing them.” Dean pulled the phone away and hung up before his father could respond.

Dean put his phone on silent as his father tried to continue to call him. It was nice to make his father angry. He knew that Benny and Cas were the backbones of their departments. Benny especially at the plant. Plus now that he was out of there, it would be hard to maintain clients. Halfway along his trip, he found a motel in Ada, Oklahoma. After making himself as comfortable as he could be in a motel, he grabbed his phone to see twelve missed calls from his dad.

“Wow,” he chuckled. “He must be really pissed.”

Pressing a button, Dean decided to check his voicemail.

“Dean, answer your goddamn phone! What the fuck did you do?! What in the hell are you doing heading back to Nowhere, Texas?! Get your ass back here and do your job as the company’s CEO!”

*Beep*

“DEAN! GOD DAMN IT! What the hell is going on? You need to answer me damn it!”

*Beep*

“Dean you better fucking answer your phone!”

*Beep*

“Dean if you don’t call me back you can kiss coming home goodbye! If this is how you are going to thank me for trying to --”

He cut the message off, not wanting to listen anymore.

“Sorry dad,” he tossed the phone to the side, then slid his hands across his face.

Picking up his phone, he looked at the time and dialed his mother. It rang a few times before he heard the sound of her picking it up.

“Mom?” He sighed.

“Hang on a second, honey,” his mother mumbled. He heard his mother’s footsteps for a few seconds, and the sound of a door closing. “Where are you, Dean?”

“Motel in Oklahoma,” he answered. “How– How’s Dad?”

“Sleeping on the couch,” she sighed. “He’s upset. But I laid into him really good. I know that he said you can never come back, but don’t listen to him. You just keep ignoring him. I think he’s just hurt. He had big dreams for you, but he has to realize that his dreams aren’t your dreams.”

“I know, Ma,” He sighed. “Just… make sure you keep him in line, I guess. I just miss how we used to be before he got this idea of me being behind the desk.”

“I will try, Dean, believe that,” Mom promised. “I’ll see what I can do… For now, just get yourself to Matagorda. Your business is not going to open itself.”

“I was just calling to check-in,” he muttered. “Going to sleep and I’ll call you when I make it to the house.”

“Thank you for doing that, seriously. And hey, cheer up honey, you’re gonna do great in Texas,” she assured. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, Ma,” Dean gave a soft chuckle. “I’ll invite you over once everything is settled. I should get some sleep.”

“I can’t wait to see that famous house near the beach of yours,” Mary chuckled. “Good night, hun.”

Dean hung up the phone and plopped himself on the bed. He didn’t bother with changing out of his clothes, but he did kick off his dress shoes. He would worry about it in the morning. He drifted off to sleep, his mind wandering to his beach house.

It happened again. He could feel the salty sea air hitting his face. The sun shone brightly as he looked over the railing of his porch and watched where the shore met the water. The sounds of the waves crashing seemed to soothe him.

‘Dean’

The voice sounded like a melody. He stood straight as he looked around for the source. He walked down the porch steps and made his way to the shore. He was barefoot, and as he neared the edge he could feel the water splash along his feet, the sand squishing between his toes.

A few yards away, close enough to the sea to let the water splash her up to her ankles, was standing the same woman from his other dream. She was wearing a green sundress, her hair loose and flowing with the wind. He found his way towards her, but the closer he tried to get, the farther away she seemed to be.

‘Wait,’ he called out. ‘Come back.’

Dean found himself surrounded in darkness before the feel of arms held him back. He turned to see Lisa holding on to him.

‘She’s not what you want, Dean.’

He shook his head. ‘You don’t know anything about what I want.’

‘But you are mine, Dean.’ she hissed. ‘I’m not going to let you go.’

Dean felt himself struggling to get out of her grasp until he was engulfed in darkness.

He sat up on the bed, his face covered in sweat and his heartbeat going fast. Looking at the time, he had only gotten five hours of sleep.

“Dammit,” he cursed.

The dream was worse than the others. It was ominous, and the fact that Lisa was in it made him shudder. Shedding his designer suit, he took a quick shower. Letting the hot water wash off all his worry. All he needed to do was get back home and relax.

It was barely nine am by the time he checked out of the little motel. He bought himself a breakfast burrito and a soda from a nearby fast-food restaurant and went back to the road. Matagorda was so close yet still so far away. He was itching to get there and just be in his home. As he was on the road his phone began to ring. This time he made sure to check the caller ID before answering.

“Benny!” Dean smiled. “You find the house okay?”

“We sure did, De!” Benny greeted. “Can’t believe you found such a nice little cozy place.”

“You and Andrea can use one of the rooms. The one at the end of the hall on the second floor is mine. Make yourselves at home.” Dean smiled and looked at the time. “I should be there in a few hours.”

“Thanks, brother. Andrea and I are going to take good care of this place while you get here.”

“Just make sure you guys take a look around.” He smiled. “Once I get there we’ll head to the market and I can cook us up some grub. Did Cas make it yet?”

“He had to stay back and deal with some last-minute stuff. Should be here somewhere between tonight and tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds good.” Dean smiled. “I’ll let you and Andrea get settled. Just make sure you guys are dressed by the time I get there.” he teased.

Benny’s laugh was loud even on the phone. “I make no promises! Get here in one piece, brother.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean laughed. “Just make sure I don’t see your pale ass when I get home okay. I should be there in about three more hours.”

“Got it! See ya later, brother!”

With that Dean hung up the phone and focused on driving. He couldn’t wait to get things started. The first thing he was going to do was to dive into the ocean. Even after moving in, he hadn’t so much as dipped a toe into, what looked like, the refreshing ocean water.

Three hours later and he sighed in relief when his new home came into view. The rumble of the impala soothed him as he pulled up next to Benny’s own Chevy. A nice cherry red Camaro in pristine condition. It was one of the things that made him like Benny when they first met. Their love of girls, booze, and cars. Benny helped him pick himself up after Cassie. Hell, Benny was the one who stopped him from trying to win Cassie back one night when he got blacked out drunk. He was glad Benny came with him. He couldn’t see himself doing this venture with anyone else. Grabbing what bags he could, he fished his house keys out of his pocket and made his way up. With a smile, he unlocked the door, and slightly opened it, before kicking it with a force.

“Honey, I’m HOME!” He belted out with a laugh as Benny and Andrea rushed to see what the commotion was.

Benny almost tackled him in a hug, then punched him hard on the shoulder when he pulled away. “Fuck you, you son of a bitch! You scared the crap out of me!”

“It’s a good thing you’re dressed. Anyways,” Dean laughed. “You two take your time, I can head to the market and pick up some food to cook. Fish okay?”

“More than okay,” Andrea nodded. “We’ll set the table and get everything ready for when you come back.”

“I’ll just put my stuff in my room and head out,” Dean walked past Benny and up the stairs making his way to his room at the end of the hall.

He had picked the room because it was closest to the small cliff. He could hear the waves crashing in the middle of the night. With a smile, he took in his surroundings. He felt at home.

As small as Matagorda is, the food, as far as Dean is concerned, is freaking amazing.

Being so small and so close to the Gulf, Matagorda is a hot spot for fishing. Fresh produce from the ocean hits the market every day, and Dean, being anxious to learn how to cook everything Matagorda had to offer, introducing himself as the new mechanic, asking around with some of the locals to learn the best tips to make some decent grub.

Ellen had been the nicest one, showing him around the best places to eat, taught him how to tell the difference between the good produce and the not-so-good ones. Climbing into Baby, after putting away his stuff, he drove down the small street, the only one really, that led to Mainstreet and the market.

With traffic being basically nonexistent, the trip took less than he expected (Dean still hadn’t gotten used to getting somewhere, anywhere really, so quick), and parked his car outside one of the best places to buy fish around there according to Ellen: Buddy’s Market & Seafood. He smiled and waved at some of the neighbors who he had met when he first moved in. Some of them blushed as he walked by.

“Mrs. Baker,” he gave her a small wave.

As he walked by he couldn’t help but smile when he heard her whisper.

“That’s the new Mechanic I was telling you about Betty,” she gushed. “Easy on the eyes, if you ask me.”

“More like a sexy stud muffin,” Betty had whispered back. “Is he single?”

“I think so,” Mrs. Baker smiled. “But don’t even think about it. I already have my Granddaughter coming to this year’s Clam Bake. I call dibs!”

Dean shook his head as he walked inside. Heading towards the section of the store where they kept the fresh produce, Dean looked around for anything that wouldn’t be too difficult to make (he was good, thank you very much, but fish is fucking tricky). Catching sight of a few fish on the display case, he smiled at seeing crevalle jacks amongst it. He was walking along with the case when he bumped into someone.

“I’m sorry,” the voice made him freeze. He recognized it.

Turning around, he came face to face with the woman of his dreams.

“It’s no problem,” he assured her with a soft smile, trying as hard as he could not let it show how stunned he was.

“I should be more careful,” she tucked a few of her stray hairs behind her ear. “My friend says I’m worse than a guppy who got lost in the ocean.” she chuckled. And seemed to freeze in embarrassment.

Dean cocked an eyebrow, “well, that is an analogy I had not heard yet.”

“I’m not from around here,” she blushed. “I’m visiting a friend.” she avoided looking at him, scared of embarrassing herself anymore.

He was about to introduce himself in an attempt to take away some of the awkwardness she was feeling but was caught off by none other than Ellen Harvelle.

“Y/N!” Ellen gave a deep sigh of relief. “Darlin’ you move faster than a dang cheetah. I thought I lost you.” she shook her head and turned to smile at Dean. “Well hey, Dean! Didn’t realize you got back.”

“I just did, Ellen,” he smiled back, “Hit town about less than an hour ago and I want to buy something for a couple of guests I have back home. Was thinking of giving them a crevalle jack.”

“And here I figured you were a steak and lobster kind of man,” Ellen let out a laugh. “Oh,” she smiled and turned to Y/N. “Y/N, this is Dean. He is my next-door neighbor. Dean this is Y/N, she’s visiting from out of town.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” Dean winked as he offered his hand for her to shake.

Y/N stared at his hand for a moment, before realizing what he was doing and put her hand in his, remembering what Ellen had taught her about handshakes and gave him a strong grip. “Nice to meet you too.”

Dean felt a small jolt of electricity as his hand touched hers. He couldn’t help but look deep into her eyes and felt the wind get knocked out of him. He hadn’t noticed he was holding on to her hand longer than he should.

“Is he supposed to hold my hand for this long?” she whispered to Ellen. Not realizing that Dean could hear her.

“Oh! No– I’m so sorry,” he stuttered as he let go of her, giving an apologetic look. “I just got distracted for a moment, thinking about ways to cook that crevalle.”

“Dean, are you sure you want to cook it? If not cooked properly, you could poison someone.” Ellen raised a brow at him. “There is nothing wrong with traditional steak and lobster.”

He turned to look at the older woman. “Hmm? Oh, yeah… I hadn’t thought of that part…” he confessed as he scratched the back of his head. “Maybe I will stick to the steak. I haven’t had my cooking classes with you yet, Ellen.” He gave both women a sheepish smile.

“Well,” Ellen smiled at the way Dean looked at Y/N. “I’m sure the next time Y/N comes to town she would be sure to join you. I’m teaching her how to cook shrimp gumbo tonight.”

“Ellen, I… I’m sure Dean has better things to do than watch me learn to cook--” Y/N looked down at her shoes.

“Nonsense!” Ellen assured her, “I, for one, could use another couple of extra hands to help me teach you and Thasman how to cook. And Dean here definitely needs to learn how to properly cook with fish. Win-win, ya see?”

“Is Thasman your boyfriend?” Dean felt his heart sink a bit when he heard that there was a man with Y/N.

“Oh, Poseidon, no!” she exclaimed, shaking her head frantically, “He’s my friend, we came here together.”

Dean smiled at her exclamation, “Never heard anyone use Poseidon’s name like that. I like it.”

“There are a lot of things she and Thasman do differently.” Ellen smiled fondly at her, “you’d be surprised.”

“I think we need to find those shrimps you mentioned, Ellen.” Y/N blushed furiously as she played with the hem of her shirt nervously. “Nice meeting you, Mr. Dean.”

“It was nice to meet you, Ms. Y/N,” Dean gave her a bright smile. “Will you be back in time for the Clam Bake in a few weeks?” He had said it before he stopped himself.

“I do hope so,” Ellen chimed in. “Are you askin’ her out, Campbell?”

“I thought she could use a friendly face to help ease her,” Dean defended. “Besides, I’m new to the area too. We could both learn together.”

“I don’t know,” she whispered sadly. “I might have a prior engagement.” With a deep breath, she gave him a soft smile. “It was very nice to meet you.”

With that, she excused herself and began to walk away. Ellen tilted her head at how sad Y/N looked.

“Huh,” she gave Dean a smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll see what I can do to get her here for the Clambake. You worry about feedin’ your friends!”

“Thanks, Ellen,” Dean gave her a soft smile. “I hope I didn’t offend her. I was only trying to be friendly.”

“I don’t think you did boy, don’t worry.” Ellen sympathized. “I gotta go before I lose her again. See you later, Dean.”

“I’ll see you around, Ellen,” he smiled as she made her way to chase after Y/N.

He couldn’t believe it. The girl of his dreams bumped into him. But there was something wrong. She looked sad. Almost as if she was worried about something.

Whatever it was, he hoped it wouldn’t stop her from seeing him again.

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Talk + Vodka = Truth (Marvel AU)

Plot: AU The Avenger caught the blonde stalking him for the past few weeks and he wants answers.

Characters: Hawkeye/Ronin!Changbin (SKZ) x Yelena Belova!Felix (SKZ), plus mention of Black Widow!Minho, Kate Bishop!Yeji, and other MARVEL characters

Rating: PG-13 (Language, spy behaviors, the Snap/the Blip, Red Room, assassin work, death, drinking, mention of PTSD)

Notes: This one shot is based on the MARVEL x SKZ moodboards I’ve been making for fun. The story is set between the events after Black Widow, Avengers: Endgame, and before the Hawkeye Disney+ show. If you’ve not watched the first two films and wish to avoid spoilers, please skip this story. Additionally, the contents of this one-shot are fictional and were created for fun.

Happy Birthday Changbin!

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“You sure you’re old enough to be here, Kid?”

The blonde rolled his eyes, before reaching into his jacket to produce an ID.

The waiter and the man seated across from him watched as the ID was handed over. The former scanned the front and sighed as he passed it back to the blonde.

“Sorry, guess The Blip screwed you over - you look young for your age,” the waiter apologized. “What can I get you?”

“Vodka,” the blonde replied. “How much for the bottle?”

Changbin raised a brow and stared at the young man seated across from him. This guy could put away a whole bottle of vodka? It didn’t seem right, plus that was pretty unhealthy to be drinking that much.

“Let me check with the bartender on that,” the waiter said. He turned to face Changbin and asked if he wanted the usual.

“Unless he intends to drink the entire bottle, I’ll take whatever vodka he wants,” Changbin responded.

The waiter excused himself and went to check on the vodka situation.

“Drinking a whole bottle of vodka in one go is bad for your liver,” Changbin noted as he folded his hands in front of him.

The blonde snorted and quipped that Changbin sounded like his brother. The comment made the Avenger raise a brow and he straightened up in his seat.

“The bottle is gonna cost you $35, tip not included,” the waiter announced when he returned.

Before Changbin could grab his wallet, the blonde beat him to it and placed a crumpled $50 into the waiter’s hand. “Keep the change.”

The waiter unfolded the bill and immediately left to grab the bottle and some glasses for serving. The place wasn’t busy for the early to mid-afternoon, but Changbin had a feeling the waiter wasn’t used to getting a larger than average tip during this time. The pair watched as the waiter returned within seconds with the bottle and two glasses.

Changbin flashed the waiter a light smile and told him to take it easy. He slid the bottle closer and opened it, before pouring some of the contents into one glass and nudging it across the table. “So, wanna tell me who the hell you are and why you’ve been stalking me for 2.5 weeks?”

The blonde barely had the glass raised to his lips when he heard the questions. He looked up from his glass and parted his lips slightly in shock. This made the Avenger snicker as he poured some vodka into the other glass for himself.

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About a month and a half after burying Tony and Minho, Changbin noticed that the same blonde guy would show up in various places around the same time. The guy tried to be less obvious with disguises and using remote ways to track him, but after working with Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. for years, the Avenger’s picked up on people attempting to trail him.

Earlier today, he sensed he was being followed and urged his new protege to take Lucky and get somewhere safe. Sure Yeji gave him lip for trying to protect her, but the last thing he’d want is for her to get killed, thanks to someone hunting for him. Once the young woman had left with the dog, he hung around the area and pulled his bow on the blonde, who had a regular sidearm pointed at him. For a while, he tried urging the blonde to drop the gun before he shot first, but the blonde remained defiant with his gun pointed at the Avenger. What made them stand down was the sound of a siren and the blonde looked a little concerned when he heard the alarm.

Changbin made up his mind and told the young man to follow him so they could get under cover somewhere to finish the matter. He chose this hole-in-the-wall place that he visited at times during The Blip, often sitting and brooding over his missing family in between kills.

The blonde swore in Russian and put his glass down. “All right Old Man, I’ll make this easy for both of us. Name’s Felix. My employer told me you killed my brother and that I’m supposed to bring you in. But before I do that, why did you do it? He was telling me before The Blip that the Avengers were his real family, not me or our parents.”

Changbin tilted his head as he looked closely at the blonde across from him. If the kid wasn’t an assassin, he looked like the good kid you’d find in a suburban neighborhood, probably playing sports and making lots of friends. But the Russian, the mention of his brother again – wait, was this...?

“Min,” he offered in a soft voice.

The blonde nodded sharply and he picked up his glass again. “He’s dead, thanks to you. I’d like to know why you killed him, before I decide if I wanna bring you in dead or alive.”

The Avenger stiffened when he heard the accusation. His partner told him to go for counseling after fighting Thanos, as he was suffering terribly from losing Tony and Minho. Talking to the counselor about Minho was hard and the former couldn’t convince him that it wasn’t his fault that Minho insisted he sacrifice himself for the Soul Stone. Telling his kids that their Uncle Min wasn’t coming home was horrible, as they asked where he was and talked about their favorite memories of the red-haired “uncle” they had come to love.

“Do you know anything about Thanos and the Infinity Stones in that goddamn gauntlet he wore?” Changbin asked after prolonged silence.

When Felix shrugged, Changbin sighed and pushed his glass away as he recounted the attempts to stop Thanos from killing Vision for the Mind Stone, losing everyone he knew, then trying to get the stones again to undo what happened 5 years ago.

“It was the shrinking guy’s idea, some kind of time heist,” Changbin said. “Minho and I went to some planet in space, while the others went elsewhere in time for the other stones. We get there, this creepy red skeleton guy tells us that one of us has to sacrifice ourselves –”

“So you chose my brother?”

“YOH! I wasn’t done talking, you little shit,” Changbin snapped as he narrowed his eyes. He took a deep breath and groaned as he tried to explain what happened next. This was the hard part whenever he went to therapy – it was difficult to talk about Vormir without getting choked up and replaying the images of Minho using a stun function in his cuff to distract him, and Changbin trying to grab his hand to stop the former spy.

“Damn it, I told him I was supposed to do it!” Changbin yelled as he slammed his fist on the table. “He actually tried to keep shit together after The Blip. Me, I, I lost it. I lost my whole family. My partner. My kids. All while we were at home, having a normal day. Then I went out and I hunted down every bad guy, every gang, every criminal organization, everyone that survived and didn’t deserve it!”

The Avenger hung his head and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep it together without crying. He could hear Minho’s voice, urging him to let go of his hand on Vormir.

“Let me go.”

“No. Please don’t.”

“It’s okay...”

The blonde took small sips from his glass as he watched and listened to the Avenger. Despite hating his time in the Red Room, he has to give his instructors some credit for teaching him the art of lying and reading a target’s body language. Based on what he’s seeing right now, the Avenger is telling the truth and Minho actually sacrificed his life to save the world. Which means, his employer lied or she exaggerated the story a bit, just to force him to cut his time off short. It wouldn’t surprise him – Val refused his request for a pay raise before handing over Changbin’s information for his next assignment.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m working for a female version of Dreykov, Felix thought. He put his glass down and stared across the table at the Avenger.

“Surprisingly, I believe you,” Felix replied. “Last time I saw my brother, he was going on about how he was trying to do good and forget about...yeah, well he was telling me how great things were with the Avengers before the Accords.” He played with his glass and tilted his head slightly. “You weren’t...dating my brother, were you?”

Changbin jerked his head up at the question and he paused for a few seconds, before laughing loudly. The blonde shot him a quizzical look and Changbin shook his head as he tried to compose himself.

“Oh man no, no way. Min was my colleague and sometimes, he thought it was funnier to ignore most of the shit I said,” Changbin said. “I swear he did it to piss me off, but other than that, we were friends.” He propped his elbow on the table and looked thoughtful as he recalled their mission in Budapest.

“He ever tell you about Budapest?”

Felix nodded and recounted his story of running from Dreykov’s project, otherwise known as Taskmaster, while protecting a serum to remove the brainwashing effect on the other Widows. “He makes me bleed out a bit, then we’re crammed in an air vent. An air vent. Think I saw tic-tac-toe games scratched inside the vent.”

“Wait, in the subway?”

“You mean it was the same vent you two hid in after you tried to kill Dreykov?” Felix asked. “That must have been...”

“Oh that was a weird three days!” Changbin laughed. “He got so annoyed by me complaining that I was hungry and said I was too loud. Once we got outta Budapest, he complained on the Quinjet that it was amazing I had someone in my life at all. But wait, what do you mean by ‘tried to kill Dreykov’? I thought Min said it was a hit – I saw the building go up in flames after the guy’s daughter went in. Don’t tell me that guy’s your employer.”

Felix made a face and he picked up his glass again.

“We’re going to be here a while...”

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Baby Girl Chapter Three

Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Y/n), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara

Word Count: 5,168

Warnings: angst, really bad insults, fluff, SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral(female receiving), cursing, that’s it, i think.

Author’s Note: This is what started everything. I wanted to write this scene in general ever since i watched the movie, and then it just progressed to me writing this series so enjoy! Shoutout to my lovely @giftofdreams for being an amazing beta! I do need a few betas for a few fics i have, if you’re open to help, send me a message please! As always, thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.

Previously...

Whiskey knew exactly what Champ meant and he sighed, nodding his head. "I'll try Champ."

"I'm serious Whiskey. That girl has been trying hard to recover. She may be young but she has a big heart." Whiskey nodded as he waved his goodbye, hanging up the call. He was relieved at finally having some time to talk to you, even if it wasn’t alone. Who knew this would be the start of a long, long roller coaster.

Now...

Soon as promised, he appeared in his jet, picking you and Eggsy up, flying you both to where his girlfriend was so you could get your passes to the festival. The whole plane ride you locked yourself into your room, ignoring Whiskey’s occasional knocks on your door. “Darling, talk to me.”

A few hours later, another knock filled the silence. “Sugar, please.” Of course, you ignored it. “You can’t be in there forever baby girl.”

You ignored every one of his advances and you tried even harder to ignore the pet names. Once upon a time, his words would melt you and make you feel like you were the only one in his eyes. Driving up to where Tilde was staying, you sat in the back, watching the scenery pass by as your hair flowing in the air. Whiskey’s eyes kept glancing back at you in the rearview mirror. He didn’t know how you could be more beautiful than you were but here you were, taking his breath away as you always did. Stopping in front of the house, Eggsy jumped out of the car and ran inside leaving you alone with Whiskey. He cleared his throat as he patted the passenger side chair. “Come up here with me darlin.”

You laughed humorlessly as you shook your head. “In your dreams sugar.” He knew you said that condescendingly and he huffed in annoyance.

“Sweetheart, you have to talk to me at some point. We’re on this mission together.”

“Then I’ll only talk to you about the mission.” Whiskey rolled his eyes as he half turned in his seat, watching you. You felt like his gaze could burn through you and you wiggled, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what, darlin?”

“Like you want me. We both know it ain’t true.” You mumbled quietly looking away from him. He felt his next words die in his throat as he tried to think of something nice to say. He really didn’t know the extent of the pain he caused you. Sure, you were in your early twenties and you were considered immature by most but you knew what you felt for the cowboy was real. Whiskey sighed and turned back around before honking a couple of times, alerting the butler nearby. You watched as he neared the car and Whiskey waved him away, mumbling his apologies. A few minutes later, Eggsy appeared with a few bands in his hand. “Got the passes from my contact. You're gonna love Glastonbury.”

“Well, that's the easy part, kid. Take a look in the glove box.” Eggsy popped the glove box open and looked inside, pulling out a tiny container. He opened it and you swore he wanted to laugh. He looked at what looked like a minuscule condom. You remember feeling the same when it was introduced to you. “Fucking hell, bruv. Thought everything was supposed to be bigger in America. Is this why you overcompensate with these massive cars?”

Whiskey chuckled, pushing his glasses back up his nose, as he leaned in, holding his finger up to Eggsy. Whiskey was about to explain its use but you decided to butt in. You leaned in between the two, giving your shoulder’s back to Whiskey as you looked up at Eggsy. “Goes on your finger. The surveillance tracker is in the tip. Apply light pressure for three seconds to release it.”

Your scent quickly invaded all of Whiskey’s senses and it took everything for him to not moan. You smelled sweet, just like he remembered. He was so tempted to reach out and touch your skin, seeing if the way he remembered it was the same or if it was better. “Nice, bruv.” You giggled at his slang and your laugh snapped Whiskey out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and you sat back as Whiskey drove off in the direction of the festival. You spent the car ride talking to Eggsy as much as you could, ignoring a simmering Whiskey. You made it a point to ignore him and it didn’t take long for Eggsy to catch on.

From the moment you arrived, you were overwhelmed with the people, smells, and the music. Considering you entered the agency at a very young age, you didn’t experience a lot of the “life things”. You didn’t have the typical years any teenager did. Both your parents were Statesmen and they raised you in hopes you would become one too.

Whiskey noticed your excitement as you slipped on your band and he couldn’t help but smile. You were adorable. You walked amongst the people in between Whiskey and Eggsy as he started talking. “Okay, so according to her Instagram feed… Charlie's ex-girlfriend is up ahead at the VIP bar. Which one of us is gonna plant the tracker?”

You came up to the V.I.P entrance where several tents surrounded a large bar. The security guard stopped the three of you, motioning to his wrist. “Bands, please. You’re good.” You passed him with ease as you continued your walk into the area.

“I say we both make an approach. Whoever gets on best, goes for it.” You visibly stiffened at this, not happy with what could happen. Both Whiskey and Eggsy noticed your immediate discomfort but neither said anything. You weren’t included because from research, you were able to conclude she was straight and you wouldn’t be able to woo her.

Eggsy cleared his throat before shaking his head slightly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out you and Whiskey had a past, especially after he noticed your behavior in the car. “Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her… shake her hand, pat her on the back, whatever, you know. Job well done.” You commended Eggsy for his kindness. You hadn’t known the brit for very long at all but you took a liking to him and he to you.

“The hand is not a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman?” Whiskey found it amusing that Eggsy hadn’t caught on to how the tracker was applied and he shook his head. You kept your head down, trying not to call attention to yourself. Whiskey noticed how guarded you had become and he wished he didn’t have to take a stab at sleeping with the target. He had just gotten the opportunity to be around you again and he knew this would make everything worse.

“What are you talking about?”

“Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS.” As Whiskey explained, he made a hand motion with two fingers and for a second, you forgot you were angry with him, remembering how undone you became on his fingers the first time you slept together. Your mouth watered and you felt your underwear dampen at the memories of what happened between the two of you. Eggsy was in a whole other world as he finally started to connect the dots. He held up one of his fingers in question.

“Mucus membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger… It's not just inside the nose, is it?” Whiskey spotted the target and he kept his eyes on her. You noticed and you quickly switched from aroused to feeling nauseous. You mumbled quietly about how you needed a drink, making your way to the other side of the bar. You had to keep your eyes on the target in case anything could happen.

“No, Eggsy, it ain't.” Whiskey watched you leave and he sighed, feeling tense about the whole situation.

“Fuck.”

“All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy.” Whiskey took a chug of his small flask before he was stopped by Eggsy’s hand on his shoulder.

“Are you sure about that bruv?” Eggsy nodded his head towards you. Whiskey glanced in your direction and sighed as he shook his head. He knew if he was the one who had to place the tracker, things would worsen with you.

“No, I’m not but I have to give it a try, no matter how bad it might go.” Whiskey took another sip as he winked at Eggsy. Eggsy just clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He caught on quick that he was going to make the target reject him on purpose for your sake.

“Good luck.”

Whiskey walked over to Clara with a cool swagger to him. You watched him as you downed another shot. “Miss, I beg your pardon. Now, I don't wanna pester you, but I just have to know, what time are you playing?” Because of the comms that you were wearing, you could hear everything and you couldn’t help but cringe at his words.

“Pretty little thing like you come here often?” You had had a hard mission that involved kids and Whiskey found you at a bar, drinking your pain away. You smiled tightly as you ordered another shot, signalling the bartender to prepare one for Whiskey.

“Only when I want to forget.” Whiskey chuckled quietly, drinking the shot quick, hissing from the burn.

“You and me both sweetheart. You and me both.” You looked over at him and it was at that moment that you knew. You were in love with him.

You knocked back another shot as you tried to shake the memories out of your head. You weren’t worried about getting drunk anytime soon. Working somewhere like Statesman, you built a huge tolerance for alcohol.

“I'm not in a band.” Clara grabbed her head in embarrassment. “Oh, God. Who did you think I was? Please don't say someone ghastly.” Her voice echoed through your comms and you downed two more shots.

“I’m sure she plays for Hozi-dead. I mean, geez, sweetpea, go outside.” You heard Eggsy snort and chuckle into the comms as he tried to catch his breath.

“Fucking hell Gin.” You held up a shot in his direction before downing it, letting out a quiet hiss from the burn.

Whiskey wanted to laugh and he had to hide it with a cough as he listened to your sweet voice. He loved it when you were jealous. That’s what he hoped you were. If you were jealous, then there was the sliver of a chance he could fix things. “God damn it, now I feel like a fool. I just assumed that a woman with your charisma…” You felt your insides turn and feel like lava as you took another shot. “Well, she just had to be somebody.” Even though you recovered, even though you swore to not fall for it again, even though you trained yourself to be better, within a few minutes of listening to Whiskey, you were falling back into the same hole that was loving him.

“Right. Thank you.” You downed your last two shots before talking into the comms.

“I think I’m going to go watch some shows, I’ll see you boys later at our tent.” Without waiting for a response, you disconnected your comm and tracker, leaving them on the bar counter, needing some alone time to think. Whiskey wanted to tell you to stay, to just give him a few minutes but he couldn’t, not with Clara staring so intensely at him. He looked away in the direction where you were and took a deep breath.

“No, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to make me feel like a dumbass. So I'll let you make it up to me by letting me buy you a drink.” Whiskey snapped his fingers at the bartender trying to get his attention. Clara watched unamused.

She raised her finger as she spoke. “Follow my finger.”

Clara swiped her fingers a few times to the left. Whiskey followed her finger every time before he chuckled and raised his eyebrow in confusion. “What are we doing?”

“Swiping to the left. What, you don't do Tinder in America?”

“Tinder what?”

Eggsy finally approached the pair as he nodded. “Do you know, I think it's probably a generational thing. It translates as "Go away, old man." Whiskey cleared his throat as he filled his mind with thoughts of you to keep his cool and not punch Eggsy.

“Be good, be cool. Bye.” Whiskey took another sip of his flask as he walked out of the V.I.P. area in search of you. He knew it was probably not going to work but he flipped out his phone, pulling up your name. He smiled fondly at the picture he had as your contact, He took it the night you slept together. You were asleep on his chest, resting your head on his heart with your hair flowing across your back. He had his arm wrapped around you possessively. The angle was perfect and he took a picture, a selfie of the both of you, in remembrance. He had taken many pictures of you that night but that was his favorite. He thought back to the countless times he would look back at your photos, staring at the ones he had of you sleeping, of you riding him, of you laying naked and stretched out on his bed. You drove him crazy.

He shot you a quick text, watching for a few minutes, waiting for the read sign to pop up. Fortunately, it did and so did the little bubble indicating you were responding. He felt his mouth go dry and he couldn’t remember a time he felt this nervous. A few minutes later and a message from you appeared on his phone but it wasn’t something he wanted to see.

8:01 PM - Whiskey - Sweetheart, where are you?

8:13 PM - Gin - Isn’t trying to apply the tracker more important than where I am?

8:14 PM - Whiskey - Baby girl, please. Eggsy is the one placing the tracker on Clara. I just want to talk.

Whiskey sighed angrily through his nose as he responded back immediately. You opened the message and you could feel the sincerity. The one thing that Whiskey has only ever reserved for you was babygirl. You used it all the time and so did a lot of the agents but Whiskey never did. He had only ever used it with you. It was too intimate for him. You bit your lip as you stared at your phone.

8:22 PM - Gin - I need some time J

8:23 PM - Whiskey - I’ll be waiting baby girl

Whiskey sighed as he read your text and decided to wait for you at your tent. He walked in, looking around before deciding to sit down on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his chin in between his hands. He didn’t blame you for the way you were acting. Hell, he was expecting worse but he wanted to show you he had changed. He wanted you to see he wanted you. He had asked for a transfer back to the Kentucky offices a few months ago but he was denied by Champ because of you. Requesting again, Champ said he needed your approval to make the transfer. Whiskey knew it was going to be hard but he wanted to fight for you.

Glancing at his watch after a few hours, Whiskey noticed it was going to be close to midnight. He was starting to get worried. He knew he couldn’t get a hold of you so he waited. A few minutes later, the tent door slowly opened and you stepped into the tent. Whiskey stopped his pacing, his head snapping up to meet your eyes. You stood there timidly as you tried to gather your thoughts. You had spent the last few hours trying to get Whiskey out of your head but you couldn’t. You thought you were ready to confront him but seeing him now, every logical argument you had was thrown out the window.

Whiskey felt his heart pump with adrenaline as he made his way over to you, hugging you tightly, holding you as hard as he could. You gave in and wrapped your arms around him as he kissed your head. “I’m so sorry baby girl. I’m so sorry. Fuck, I was so worried.” You took a shaky breath against his chest and you were overwhelmed with his scent. He smelled exactly like you remembered. Leather, Whiskey, and some cheap but surprisingly sweet-smelling cologne. He rested his face on the top of your head, inhaling you and surrounding himself with all that was you.

“Whiskey w-wait.” You were overwhelmed. You pushed Whiskey away as you took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around yourself, feeling vulnerable. “You can’t just say sorry and expect everything to be okay, not after everything you did.”

“I know, baby, I know. But you gotta let me try to fix things. You gotta let me show you.”

“I know enough to know that people don’t change.”

“Gin, I haven't touched a girl in months, since I went to New York.” You took a shaky breath at this and you felt your lip tremble. Whiskey had left for New York a year and a half ago and it shocked you. “You’re all I think about. Your smile, your scent, your laugh, your stupid jokes. The way you moan my name and call me those sweet, sweet things. The way your skin is so soft and the way you say you’re mine. I miss you.” Whiskey slowly started to walk towards you, cornering you between him and the wall. “Champ told me to not try anything but I just, you make me weak, baby.”

“Why wait until now?” Whiskey chuckled as he dragged a hand down his face in frustration.

“Baby girl, you wouldn’t answer my calls or texts and when I was in Kentucky, you wouldn’t let me near you. I tried.” You chewed your lip guiltily. He moved closer until he was inches away from you. He reached up gently, cupping your cheek with one hand, and he moved his other to hold onto your hip. He was holding on hard and you knew you would have bruises in the morning. He dragged his thumb against your lip so gently as if you’d break under his hold. Your eyes watered and you looked up at him with all the emotions you kept away. He reached up with his thumb to brush away your tears. You wanted to move. Every part of your body screamed for you to leave, to not give in but your heart was saying you needed to stay in his arms. You believed he had changed and you hoped with every fibre of your being you were right.

Whiskey tilted your head up to look at him as he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “Tell me to stop and I will baby girl. Because if you don’t, I won’t hold back. I can't. I crave you too much." He didn't kiss your lips but made his way down, kissing down your jaw. He moved towards your neck, acting quickly to mark you as his. Once he pulled away, there was a large purple hickey on your skin. He kissed down your shoulders, marking and biting you as much as he could. "I've missed your skin."

You whimpered under his touch as you closed your eyes tightly, letting his mouth overwhelm you. You moaned quietly. "J-jack." Whiskey groaned his approval before kissing his way back up to your lips. He kissed you roughly, tangling his hand into your hair, as he held you against him. He moved his hands down your body until they got to your ass. He squeezed hard, pulling you up by your thighs to wrap around his waist. You happily obliged, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bed.

"I fucking missed you, darling." He moved to lay you down on the bed, caressing you as he hovered over you, looking down at you, searching for anything to tell him you didn't want this, that you didn't want him. All he saw in your eyes was your love for him. He moved his hand to your shirt and pulled it off as he inhaled sharply. He would never get tired of seeing you. "You're so beautiful, baby." He slowly unhooked your bra, tossing it across the room before leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimpered under him, moving one of your hands into his hair as he sucked hard, biting your nipple and pulling back, letting it fall. He did the same with your other breast, teasing you. He kissed around your skin, leaving dark marks wherever he could. He pulled a couple of giggles from your lips as his mustache tickled your skin. He smiled against you.

You reached up to tug on his shirt. You needed to feel his skin against yours. Whiskey immediately obliged and took off his leather jacket, draping it on a chair nearby as he started to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing his dark, tanned skin that you loved so much. You sat up, peppering his skin with kisses before licking from his lower abdomen up to his chest, pulling a growl from him as he pinned you down by your wrists. He held them over your head with one hand as he used the other to cup your cheek gently, admiring all of your features. You blushed under his intense gaze, looking away from him. "Don't look away from me ever again, baby girl." You whimpered as you returned your gaze to him, seeing the lust building in his eyes.

Whiskey reached down to your small, booty shorts that you chose to wear for the festival, unbuttoning them. He was impatient and he moved his hand quickly inside them, rubbing you over your panties. You gasped and slowly rocked your hips against him as he growled lowly from his chest. "So fucking wet. Is all that for me baby girl?"

"Y-yes Jack… always thinking of you."

"Fuck baby." You closed your eyes tightly as you arched your back. He brushed his fingers over your clit and you were a mess. He watched you in complete amazement. This was better than he remembered. He let go of your hands, moving his way down your body before getting to your shorts, pulling them off roughly with your panties. He spread your legs wide, staring at your soaking wet cunt and he moaned. "You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, princess. Fucking beautiful." Whiskey dragged a finger from your clit to your hole and you moaned softly. It should've embarrassed you how open and bare you were for him but you craved the attention he was giving you.

Whiskey got impatient and leaned forward, attaching his lips to your clit before sucking roughly, groaning at your state. He was everywhere and you couldn't catch up. He was eating you out like a starved man. Soon, his tongue was joined by two of his fingers pumping into your pussy. He moaned as he sucked your arousal, pulling off with a loud slurp. That made you blush intensely. "Taste fucking better than I remember." Whiskey was very hard in his jeans and it was starting to hurt. He reached down, unbuckling his belt and his jeans, letting some relief get to him as he continued to suck your cunt like he wouldn't ever again. He didn't relent and you knew he wouldn't until you came. It really didn't take long as he inserted a third finger, pumping quick and rough into your pussy, your arousal coating your thighs. With one last suck on your clit, your body was surrounded with waves of pleasure. You cried out Whiskey's name as he didn't relent, sucking even harder, drinking all of your arousal up. You twitched from the over sensitivity, trying to pull Whiskey off of you.

"J-jack, hold o-on." Whiskey laughed as he relented and kissed his way back up to your lips.

"Sorry baby girl. You know I love your pussy. Always get lost in it." You kissed him affectionately as you pushed him to stand, crawling down the bed until you got the edge and you moved down to your knees. You finished unzipping his jeans, tugging them down, releasing his impressive length. "Baby, you don't hav- ah fuck!" You didn't let Whiskey finish as you took his length into your mouth, pushing to take him all the way. You were a bit more than half ways before his cock hit the back of your throat. You suppressed your gags as you pushed to take all of his length. His hand came down to your hair, holding you in place as you choked on his cock. Your eyes watered and you felt the tears fall down your cheek as you pulled back with a loud gasp. You panted as you took his cock in your hand, pumping his shaft as you caught your breath. Whiskey's head fell back from the pleasure, moaning out, feeling like he was getting too close for his liking. You were going to take him back into your mouth but he stopped you. "Baby girl, I'm way too close and I'd like to finish inside of you."

You whined as he lifted you back onto the bed, his body covering yours seconds later. He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He looked into your eyes wanting reassurance before slowly pushing into you, the room full of your pants and moans. He slipped all the way in, staying still so you could get used to him. He peppered your face with kisses, leaving you a giggling mess. "Jack, move p-please."

Whiskey complied and pulled back, leaving only the head of his cock inside of you before thrusting back roughly. Soon, he found a rhythm and he was pounding into you. He moved one of his hands down to your thigh, holding you possessively as he pulled your leg up to wrap around his hip. You let him take charge of your body, as he thrust over and over, filling you up like no one else could. "So tight princess. So." With every word he said, he thrusted harder and harder into you. "Fucking. Tight." You cried out in pleasure, raking your fingers down his back, long red strips coloring his skin. Whiskey let his face fall against your shoulder as he started to falter in his rhythm, getting close to his climax. He reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit, wanting you to cum first. "Come on baby, cum for me. I know you can."

Your body jerked at the sudden increase of pleasure and you moaned like a whore being fucked at church. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, feeling every breath he took, every moan that vibrated through his chest. You felt every word he spoke to you and you felt what you did to him. You felt safe in his arms. This was where you always had belonged, with Whiskey, in his embrace. Before you could even prepare, your orgasm hit you harder than you could've expected. Your body was on fire as every thrust heightened your pleasure, sending you to a new heaven. Whiskey moved both hands to either side of your face as he held himself above you, his muscles clenching. He knew he was about to cum and he needed his strength to not fall on you. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna c- Fuck, I love you, baby girl!" A few more thrusts inside your tight entrance and he was cumming, filling you with his thick seed.

You laid there, frozen and in shock but it had nothing to do with him releasing inside of you. It was the words he cried into your ear as he came. He panted heavily, trying to catch his breath as he hovered over you. You pulled him into you, loving the weight of him on top of you. You felt his rapid beating heart matching yours. You laid there in blissed silence. After you both had finally calmed down and Whiskey let his fingers roam all over your skin, you found the courage to speak, or in this case, whisper. "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what darling?"

"Do you love me?" Whiskey stiffened for a second before relaxing and turning to look at you. You looked so radiant under the candlelight of the tent and he wondered just how he could be so lucky. After losing his first love, he swore he wouldn't love another. He didn't deserve to. That's what he said to himself every day until he met you. You were his second chance at a good life. He dragged his finger gently across your forehead to your nose and then to your lips, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. He plopped himself up with his other arm and pulled you under him as he nudged his nose against your cheek, inhaling and humming quietly. Your scents were mixed perfectly and he loved how he could scent his cologne on your skin.

"Yes. I’ll love you until the cows come home. You're all I want, baby girl." You felt your heart soar and you pulled him down for a sweet kiss. You poured all of your love into it. You weren't prepared to say it back just yet but you knew he knew. Whiskey knew you loved him and you didn't need to say it. He slowly kissed down your jaw, covering every inch of your skin with a kiss. It didn't take long for him to harden and for round two to commence. All night, you made love in the tent until the morning.

You were exhausted after the many sessions you both had and you were asleep, tucked into Whiskey's side. His arm was wrapped protectively around you, holding you tightly against him. You didn't expect this side to him but you loved it. You slowly stirred in your quiet slumber, knowing you had to return to the agency to prepare for anything to appear for the mission. You felt a heavyweight against your hip and you smiled, remembering everything from the night before. You never expected things to go this way but you were happy. You turned in his hold for a little, and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, like all the worries that weighed heavy on his shoulders were gone. You loved seeing him like this and you silently vowed to yourself to try and help him feel like that more often. You leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before deciding to get up for the day. It was going to be a long day and you felt it in your bones.

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 11

A/N: Hi all! Sorry for the delay on this chapter. I had massive shoulder surgery a couple weeks ago but everything is doing much better now. To my amazing co-writer, tumblr-wifey and bestie-lifepartner, Love ya babes. Thank you all for your patience. --Bethany

Chapter 11: Adam

The ringing of the phone startled me awake. I grunted and looked toward Allie, still asleep. I quietly slid of the bed, threw on a pair of shorts, and raced to the kitchenette.

“Hello?” I asked, trying to avoid waking the woman currently snuggled into my pillow.

“Good afternoon Mr. Page,” said the voice on the other end. It took a moment to place—Marco the amazing, miracle working concierge. “ I do hope I'm not interrupting anything. I was looking through the dinner reservations and noticed you and Mr. Omega didn't have any plans for tonight. It seems Ms. Mason and Ms. Keene don’t have them either.”

Damn it, Kenny, I groaned silently. “Um, yeah, Ken was supposed to set something up.” For a split second, I wondered what my buddy and Leigh were up to. Then I realized I didn’t want to know. “I guess they went to the beach. Do we have many options?”

“If I might make a suggestion?”

I leaned against the counter and watched Allie turn over in bed. “You haven’t failed us yet, Marco.”

“Thank you, sir.” He sounded genuinely pleased by the confidence. “There is a sandbar out in the bay. We could set up a table or two if you would like. Torches and string lights all around at sunset. Personal chef to cook tableside and make drinks, and a small boat to get you there and back.”

I thought fast as he talked. Jesus, I swore, this place really is all-inclusive.

“Sources also indicate that there is a meteor shower tonight. With such a clear sky, it might set the appropriate mood,” Marco offered.

This guy is a damn genius. “Marco, you are the man! That sounds amazing. Sign us up. When and where?”

“A boat will be by to pick you up from the swim dock of the ladies’ bungalow at seven thirty,” Marco said, seemingly pretty proud of himself. “As for the menu, may I recommend steak and lobster tail? It’s a personal favorite. We can pair that with a wine and have Bananas Foster cheesecake for dessert?”

My stomach growled at the thought. “Yes to all except the wine. Kenny doesn't drink, so Diet Coke for him. Give me the same, but with some Jack Daniels. The ladies have been drinking Cranberry Malibus with Redbull. They seem to like those.'' I could hear Marco typing in the background. This man was definitely a godsend. “Might as well throw some water in there too.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Page. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?” Marco queried.

“Nah, Marco you're the man. You have no idea how much we appreciate you,” I replied, genuinely thankful. “Have a great evening.”

“No problem, Mr. Page. For attire this evening, might I suggest linen shorts with a button up shirt? Have a wonderful dinner tonight, sir.”

As we disconnected, I heard a soft snore coming from the bed. Allie lay curled on her stomach with one hand reaching toward my side of the bed. My eyes roamed. Her blonde hair covered the pillow and the sheet just barely covered her ass.

There is just something about that girl that I can't put my finger on. For some reason, she reminded me of wild horses and thunderstorms.

Quietly, I climbed back into bed and slowly wrapped Allie in my arms. “Hey, Mango,” I whispered softly into her hair. “I could spend all day in bed with you, but it’s four thirty. And we’ve got dinner reservations at seven-thirty. Boat’s picking us up from your swim dock.”

She hummed and snuggled closer. Her hand reached for mine, tucking it more tightly around her. My thumb stroked the bottom of her breast innocently.

“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” I murmured. My lips skimmed the line of her shoulder.

“Well, Cowboy,” Allie replied in that sweet little sleepy voice of hers, “what if I wanna just stay in bed all day with you?”

“Trust me, you don't want to miss this, darlin’.” I replied. My nose slid along the back of her neck and I breathed in the scent of her skin.

“Okay then,” she mumbled, stirring slightly. “I better get up and get dressed, huh?”

Before I could respond, the door of the bungalow slammed open. “Yo, Hanger!” Kenny yelled as he walked through our shared space.

Allie jumped out of bed like she had been struck by lightning. It was a beautiful thing to watch as she snatched up her clothes and high tailed it straight to the bathroom. I could hear her cussing as she quickly got dressed and walked out a moment later, looking innocently guilty.

Kenny appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Leigh was right behind him, standing at his shoulder with a sun kissed glow around her. Allie’s face turned beet red as her eyes met Leigh’s. The other woman gave Allie a questioning glance, brow raised. It was a mixture of making sure she was ok and… approval. Maybe even a little proud. The smile that crossed Allie’s face could light up the world.

“Oh shit, I'm sorry guys,” Kenny said apologetically. “Didn't mean to interrupt anything.”

“Nah, you're good, Kenny. We were just talking.” God, I hope he doesn't look at the bed. I tried not to look at the bed. Memories of the afternoon spun in my mind. Jesus Christ.

Allie walked up to me, a gleam in her hazel eyes. “We’re gonna go get ready for dinner. See you on the dock at seven thirty?”

“Absolutely, baby girl. And I promise… no gym shorts.” I gave her the most dashing smile I could manage. Damn she is way too beautiful.

Allie smiled and walked toward Leigh, who could not stop grinning back. They looked at one another as if they were having a silent conversation. I swore that the two of them had a true mental connection. They practically shared a brain in the best way. I winked at them before Kenny walked the girls out. Once they were out of sight, I grabbed my shower bag and walked to the bathroom.

“Adam? You good buddy?” Kenny asked. “You seem a little… I don't know… flustered?”

“Yeah man, I’m good. I think.” I let out a heavy sigh and looked at my friend. My back hit the door frame. “Man, there is just something about Allie. I can't describe it.”

“Yeah. I get that. Leigh is amazing, too. She is smart and funny. And, dude, her smile? I can't think straight.” Kenny’s voice was wistful, and he had this fuzzy look in his eyes. A minute later, he gasped. “Fuck! I forgot dinner.”

I laughed out loud. “Yeah, asshole, you did. Marco called about it. Woke me up. Seemed to think we’d given up on the girls.” I shook my head, tsking. I was laying the guilt trip on thick. “But don't worry. That man is a damn genius. We’re having dinner on a sandbar in the bay with a personal chef and bartender. And a meteor shower tonight too.”

Kenny relaxed. That fuzzy look came back.

I grinned. “We’re meeting the boat at seven thirty at the girls’ swim dock.”

“Remind me to tip him very well. That's amazing.” Kenny stood there, gob smacked for a moment. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was up to something.

“Okay, Ken, I'm getting a shower. Marco said to look nice for dinner.” With that, I left Kenny still dumbfounded in the living area.

Walking to the bathroom, the thoughts of the afternoon swirling through my head. I stood in the shower with my thoughts fixed on the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. I could see her just like she was standing in front of me. I closed my eyes and pulled back the memories of the afternoon. The way her long blonde hair framed her face while she slept. The way she looked with her eyes closed tight in the throes of passion. The way her body reacted to my touch. The sounds she made when she came.

My cock began to stiffen with the thoughts of Allie running through my head. I tried to ignore the impulse. But, as I washed my hair, I imagined her fingers running through it, gently pulling it. Fuck. I wasn’t sure I could get any harder. What was this woman doing to me?

I tried to pull my thoughts away from the beautiful blonde who had lassoed me. But I couldn’t. I gave in to the thoughts of her. My blood boiled with want and need. I wrapped my fingers around my cock. It throbbed in my hand as I stroked it slowly, thinking about Allie’s body and her smile. I bit my lip as the need grew. I could feel the release coming, slowly building.

Thoughts of her flashed through my head. The way she smiled when she thought no one was watching. The way her face glowed in the sunlight and the adorable way her freckles decorated her shoulders. My grip tightened, moved faster. The last stroke took my breath away. Despite myself, a loud growl escaped my chest.

My heart pounded in my chest. God, I want her again. Now!

Still winded, I got out of the shower and dried off. Thoughts of Allie hovered in the corner of my thoughts. Putting on gym shorts, I tried to distract myself. I went to find Kenny.

“Hey, Cleaner? Where ya at?" I yelled through the villa.

“Out here, Hangman,” he yelled from the deck. I stepped outside to see him standing on one foot, both hands pressed together above his head. “Yoga. So, buddy, how was your afternoon?”

I stared at him. I really hoped I had my don’t fuck with me face on.

“Couldn't help but hear that you sounded a little… I don't know… frustrated in the shower.” Kenny smirked. There was a sly look on his face. Like he knew the truth.

“Man, come on, we took a nap." He didn't need to know any details. "Shit. At least I ain't afraid to be alone with her. Kota did a number on you, didn’t he?”

He put his foot down and propped his hands on his hips. His face contorted. The offended Kenny face killed me every time. We both busted out laughing. But we both kind of knew it was true. Kota Ibushi was a big deal in Kenny’s life, and the loss of that relationship had really fucked him up. Plus, he hadn't been with a girl in a while and Ken was pretty shy. I got the feeling that Leigh was almost exactly the same. They really related to each other well. Hell, they were perfect for each other.

Just like me and Mango.

I balanced on the rail and filled him in on the details of dinner. Out of nowhere, the calm of paradise was split by screams of laughter coming from next door.

“They sure are special, aren't they?” Kenny asked. It sounded almost as if he was just thinking out loud.

“Yeah, they are,” I agreed with a huge smile on my face. “Come on man, we gotta bring our A-game tonight.”

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5am-moonlight · 5 years

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can i get some mcfreakin uhhhh voltron matt x reader fluffy times 👀

yo nonnie I’m sorry this took so fucking long

also the cat is based off a real stray cat that we kept for like two weeks on and off but it’s g he has a genuine home now also the allergy thing happened too 🤙

Uhh yes this is Christmas themed (I kno, it’s not Halloween yet, I hate myself too) but there’s no real mention of the holiday,,, warnings: uhhh idk mention of condoms but all still pg 12.

The minute you woke up on Christmas Eve, you started to really get excited. You’d known exactly what to get Matt, you saw how his eyes lingered on the new Killbot Phantasom: Battle for Earth. Apparently it was completely revamped, 4K HD Graphics, new mech characters. You liked games, not as much as him, you were more computer-y, but you played some PS4 games now and again when you had the time, and you had to agree it did look amazing. You had pre-ordered it months, even a year or so ago, and you were incredibly excited to see his face when you gave him his gift.

Meanwhile, Matt was absolutely shitting himself. He had wanted to get you the new Killbot Phantasom game, as it was something you guys could play together, but it had completely sold out. He could admit, his present choice was completely selfish but he would take any excuse to spend time with you now. Even as roommates, you guys saw very little of each other. You were working a part time undergrad degree in cyber security, and had a part time job, so if you weren’t asleep you were out of the house. Matt was a full time post grad student, and he sometimes even did bartending gigs to get some more funds in. You were both in school on scholarships, but money is something you could never have too much of in college. However recently, you’d managed to get the Christmas break off from your job because of the amount of overtime you’d done, and Matt had claimed he was ‘out of the state’ and ‘visiting family for Christmas’ so his boss would also let him have the few weeks too. He was adamant that you guys would be able to spend some time together, so he’d told you he’d had planned a Christmas dinner type thing and to buy some food (majoritly drink, he’d wrote it on the list three separate times,) and anything else that you guys might want, snacks and stuff. He knew you didn’t really like big events or anything and he promised it wasn’t actually anything like a genuine family Christmas dinner, neither of you actually celebrated Christmas, not enough money and not enough time, among other things, and you were incredibly excited. Hell, any reason to spend any time with Matt alone made you excited. He was your best friend first, and crush second but the more time went on the more you could tell this was starting to become something more than a crush. The way his laugh made your stomach get butterflies, or how he would stick his tongue out through his teeth when he was really concentrating, completely lost in his work. Or the days when he would come up behind you and pick you up in surprise. You knew he loved you, albeit only platonically, but you’d been in love with him for so long you’d happily take being his best friend over potentially loosing him. Didn’t really help he was really fucking pretty though.

Although if he was asked, he’d say the exact same thing about you.

When he woke up, he was incredibly nervous. He’d managed to scrap together some things he’d thought you’d like, but it wasn’t what he thought would be perfect. He knew you’d love anything you were given, but he wanted to feel like his gift was perfect. He’d also decided (see: be threatened by Pidge that if he didn’t she was gonna tell you herself) that he was gonna tell you how he felt, and he was terrified. Objectively, he knew he couldn’t keep his feelings for you under wraps for much longer. Every little thing you did was driving him insane. The way you’d look when you just woke up, sleepy and mumbling. The one time you accidentally poured orange juice into your cereal and turned around and buried your head in his shoulder, groaning. He’d spent the rest of the day blushing, so much so that Pidge actually thought he was ill. Or the way, sometimes, if he asked you about your day or your favourite hobby, your eyes would smile, and you’d get so excited. The main thing, that would always make him smile, no matter what, was the way you’d ask him to do something you knew he didn’t want. You would hug his arm, and beg “Please Matty?”. Your eyes would go big and you’d jump up and laugh and hug him if he’d agree. He always knew that you’d never do anything he actually didn’t want, and he trusted you with his life.

You’d come home once, drenched in rain, and in the middle of running to the bathroom, your jacket had meowed. Your eyes had gone really wide and then you’d slowly put your hand in your coat and brought out a tiny kitten, the size of your hands and placed him right in front of Matt’s face. “Please?”. You’d looked so mischievous and hopeful, he couldn’t say no. Also, the fact you’d hugged him for like ten minutes and kept on referring to him as “daddy” when talking to the kitten, which made his heart incredibly weak and made him feel incredibly soft. You’d called the kitten Monroe, and you were so soft for him. Until Matt discovered he was allergic to cats. You’d spent the night with him after you’d given Monroe to Pidge, just talking and watching movies. You’d seen how sad he was, which surprised himself, Monroe had been your baby, and made him a pillow fort in the sitting room, and gotten a ton of cat related movies on your Netflix. You’d fallen asleep on his shoulder and when he tried to move you to make you more comfortable, you’d mumbled and snuggled into him, clinging onto his chest. He remembered how his heart was going 50m/ph, and how peaceful you had looked. He hadn’t ever wanted a pet, but now he was happy you’d gotten one, no matter how it ended.

He started work on the “Christmas dinner” which was essentially his mother’s recipe for mac and cheese which included five different cheeses, some store bought potato salad, Doritos, dips, and a bags of jellies and sweets and chocolates. He managed to set everything up like a pic’n’mix stall, and got to work on the movie set up. His memory of you and him in the pillow fort remains one of his favourites, as the day he knew he had fallen in love with you. You texted Matt you were on your way home, after stopping from the shopping centre to pick up his gift, and some more sugary stuff, including a Lindt chocolate bunny that you would get each other every year, and a pack of condoms as a joke, since you’d seen him with a really smart, pretty new girl in his class. You knew she liked him, she’d come up to you at one point asking about Matt since she knew you two were roommates. He was always nervous around girls, with exception to you, which you put down to the fact you’d known him for most of your life, grown up together. You’d tried to set him up with some girls, and a few guys you knew, as a kind of way to force yourself to get over him. You’d been in love with him as long as you could remember, but realistically you knew it was never gonna happen. You didn’t like to think about too much because it made your heart hurt, like there was a hole in your chest, but you knew he was a genuine guy and whoever he would end up with was definitely lucky. Even if it wasn’t you.

You’d reached your front door at this point, and stood up straight, taking a deep breath.

“Hey! I’m hom-“ You were shocked. The hall had been decorated with fairy lights. You walked into the sitting room, speechless. You had obviously known that Matt was preparing something but not *this. He had taken his mattress, and yours you’d assumed, and put them where the couch had been. The couch had been pulled back and the cushioning taken down and put around the mattresses, for head rests and back rests, making a sort of crude looking chaise longue. There were pillows everywhere, and stacked piles of duvets and blankets. There was a small table on both sides of the fort, filled with what looked like movie bags of sweets, and wrapped presents,as well as a pic’n’mix table behind the couch. Matt hadn’t realised you were home, and he was still working in the kitchen.

“Matt”. You breathed out. “This is..insane. It must have taken you forever!”

He jumped a little bit at your voice, not expecting you some until another half an hour.

“Oh! Yeah hey y/n, I...uh, was-wasn’t expecting you until another while. D-do you like it? Everything?”

You placed your bag-for-life on the counter top and ran over to him, tackling him in a hug.

“Mattie, it looks amazing. What possessed you to work so hard on this?”

He blushed, a red flush working all the way up to the tips of his ears, and looked down to the floor.

You ducked under him, as he was much taller than you, and put your finger under his chin as to make him look at you.

“Hey, what’s up? Talk to m- hmmph”

He had slipped his strong arms around your middle and kissed you. You melted into the kiss, balancing yourself by putting your arms around his shoulders. He hoisted you up, so you would wrap your legs around him, as he held you impossibly close. You broke away with a gasp, after what seemed like hours. You’d only done it once but you knew you could loose yourself in kissing Matt.

“How long?” He seemed breathless, still holding on to your waist.

“Remember that time you defeated the final boss in Killbot Phantasom, and you picked me up and spun me around? Then”

He laughed at that, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Then? I was 10 years old, you’d gotten the game for your 7th birthday. That long?”

You ruffled his hair, and moved to hold his hand.

“C’mon. I’ve something to show you”

You brought him out to the sitting room, still holding his hand, then pushed him onto the mattresses. He made an indignant yelp, which made you laugh, and then you yelled as he pulled you down with him. You landed on him with an oof, laughing as he started messing with you, kissing your face and neck. You eventually came out on top, resting your hands on his sides. You reached over to his table, picking up your present for him, wrapped so carefully.

“Here. Open it.”

You placed it on his chest, still partially sitting in his lap while he sat up a little straighter. He looked incredibly excited, pausing for a second before mauling the gift open. He stopped when he recognised the cover, not even fully opening your gift before he carefully placed it beside him, and tackled you guys over, so he was out on top.

“You didn’t”

“I did”

“New plan for the Christmas break, we aren’t leaving the apartment until that’s finished. You started this, now you’re stuck with me”

You smiled, and pulled him down for another breathtaking kiss.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#voltron legendary defender #matt holt x reader #voltron x reader #matt holt #pidge gunderson #matt voltron #katie holt #katie voltron #i am aware this took three hundred days i just got caught up in school and calculus #leaving cert sucks

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Flames of yesterday: Chapter 13

Summary: 5 years ago they made a mistake. They were two broken men drinking away their love life issues, and one girl trying to help a friend. What the night leaves them with are two broken hearts and one nearly broken friendship. 5 years later, two are still broken and another one fixed. But what happens when they all meet again? Will it open old wounds and bring all the their insecurities rushing back? Or will it mend the two hearts still looking for warmth, unable to find it after their parting?

Words: 4606

Authors notes: A crossover of Open Heart and The Elementalists, a collaboration series by @drakewalkerfantasy and @fluffy-marshmallow-heart

Sorry that it took us awhile to come back with another chapter and thank you to everyone who send your asks. We really appreciate this :) Also this chapter got lengthy, but I hope you will love it.

Ethan x OH MC (Diana)

Beckett x TE MC (Oriana)

**Warnings: **

Leaving Diana and Oriana sleeping, Ethan and Beckett walked across the street to Donahue’s, taking a seat at the bar. Ethan ordered them both a scotch on the rocks. The men were silent as the bartender made their drinks and set them down in front of them. Ethan tipped his glass in salute.

“To your successful surgery. You were perfectly adequate in there.” He took a sip while Beckett rose an eyebrow.

“Adequate? Dr. Ramsey, I know we don’t know each other well, but I can assure you that nothing I have done in my entire life has been classified as ‘adequate’. I’m more used to the term ‘brilliant.’”

“And cocky.” Ethan grumbled, taking another sip.

Beckett just shrugged. “Sometimes cockiness is earned. You of all people should know that.”

Ethan sighed. “Okay, Dr. Harrington, I guess I can say that I understand why you’re the top surgical intern and everyone speaks so highly of you…including Diana.”

“She’s also brilliant.”

Ethan agreed. “She really is. She’s…one of a kind.” He eyed Beckett, who sat there nursing his drink quietly. “You’re not one for small talk I take it?”

“Not exactly. It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s just that most people look at me and how I carry myself, and assume I’m a snob. It…takes me awhile to warm up to someone. Not to mention, we have a bit of a history together. One that I’ve basically managed to forget until starting at the hospital. It has caused problems with my wife and I all over again.”

Ethan nodded slowly. “So, your wife knows about when we…your wife knows how both you and Diana have met me before?”

Beckett gave him an incredulous look. “Of course, she does. She’s everything to me, we don’t have secrets. I told her before she and I became serious. I mean, I was always serious about her, but…it was difficult on her to know that Di and I had been intimate, and in such a provocative way…” He trailed off as a small smile formed on his lips. “However, if it wasn’t for Di, then we would never have gone on our first date. Ori always says she fell in love with me on that date.” His smile broadened at the memory.

Ethan watched the way Beckett had completely brightened when talking about his wife. Wracking his brain, Ethan realized that Beckett never looked like that when he was around Diana. How could he have missed that? It’s his job to be observant, and he’s one of the best diagnosticians in the country. “How long have you all been friends?”

Beckett glanced at him. “I’ve known Diana almost my whole life. Oriana and I got together five years ago. With Diana’s help.”

“Five years?” Ethan asked, confused.

“Yes, just a few months after…” He trailed off, clearing his throat. “Long story short, Di and I stopped speaking for a while. And one day, Diana approached Oriana and somehow managed to convince her to give me a chance, even though we didn’t know each other, we’d never met. But…” His face turned bright red. “I’d had a huge crush on her for several years already.”

“If you already wanted to be with someone, then why did you…”

“I was drunk. And it’s not like it didn’t feel good, it felt amazing. But it was wrong. That’s why we stopped speaking. That’s why she went to Oriana. To try and fix things between us. Di and I…we were never romantic. And we never will be. Growing up together, everyone expected us to eventually fall in love and get married, but…that spark…it was just never there.”

Ethan looked at him thoughtfully. “That’s why you originally didn’t want to participate that night, isn’t it? I remember she practically had to beg you. I knew you weren’t a couple because of that.”

Beckett looked away, embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning red. “I really don’t like thinking about it. And suddenly seeing you again forced me to think about it. I didn’t want to know you. I didn’t want Di to know you. I hated you after that night.”

“That’s…understandable.” Ethan said quietly. Beckett still wasn’t looking at him, so he decided to bring the conversation back to Oriana. That seemed to get him talking before, it should again.

“I know today scared you, Beckett. I didn’t realize your wife was pregnant. Hell, I didn’t realize you were married.”

“She’s almost as far along as Dolores.” He replied absentmindedly. “Though I’m a bit surprised you didn’t know I was married. Everyone else does. I literally have a picture of her in my locker. And an ultrasound picture.”

Ethan chuckled lightly. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

Beckett rolled his eyes. “Yes, you were. You’ve had jealousy written all over you since we started at the hospital. You assumed Di and I were together, and therefore didn’t pay attention to anything else.”

Ethan opened his mouth to argue but Beckett cut him off before he could. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve seen the longing, the respect, the passion, the…” Beckett paused a moment. “The love. My advice? For what it’s worth…don’t waste time denying your feelings. If there’s anything I’ve learned today…time is precious. You’re not going to know how she feels until you say something, do something. I wasted three whole years not introducing myself to Oriana. The two of you already know each other. There’s still chemistry after five years of not even knowing each other’s’ last names. Tell her. She may be more receptive than you think she is.”

Ethan swirled his drink around, the ice cubes clinking against the glass, deep in thought before Beckett cleared his throat to get his attention again. “And also…call me Beckett. You’re going to be important to Diana, which means you’re going to be important to me. So, stop calling me Dr. Harrington. Unless we’re at work. In which case, please, always call me Dr. Harrington.”

“It is a bit awkward, isn’t it? I didn’t expect to see either of you ever again.” Ethan chuckled.

Beckett put his glass down and turned to fully face him. “I didn’t either. But let me tell you something. If you hurt her, I will make you regret it. And what I’ll do is nothing compared to what my wife and Diana will come up with to do on their own.”

Ethan’s mouth fell open as Beckett turned back forward and took another drink calmly, as though he’d never made a threat. Finishing the drink off, Beckett stood up. “I’m going to head back. You coming?”

“I’m…going to have another drink. I’ll see you later.”

Beckett nodded and left the bar, heading back across the street to see if the girls were awake, leaving Ethan’s mind whirling, completely lost in thought at everything he learned that day, especially the relationships between everyone. He couldn’t tell if Beckett still had a problem with him, but considering everything he said, Ethan’s leaning towards no. He may have a strange way of saying it, but it sounds like he wants Ethan to make a move. It caused his heartbeat to speed up just thinking about all the ways he wanted to kiss Diana.

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A couple of weeks later Diana walked through the empty corridors of the hospital running straight into no one else but Ethan Ramsey himself, gasping from the contact. She felt Ethan’s arms catching her by her waist preventing her from the fall. Their heartbeats fastened from the contact and their eyes meet.

This was the first time since Dolores that they found themselves alone again. Their bodies pressed, their faces so close that they could see even the smallest features of each other. Ethan’s eyes flickered to her lips and his breath caught from unbearable desire for them to meet. Words that Beckett said floating to his mind:

“don’t waste time denying your feelings.”

And yet here he is, doing exactly this. Trying to ignore the pull between them. Trying not to think of the last time their lips met. He closed his eyes for a second, warring with himself, while more words inside his mind made his heart flip.

“She may be more receptive than you think she is.”

He groaned quietly, listing all the reasons they shouldn’t be together. All the reasons he shouldn’t kiss her. But his face moved closer to hers, their lips almost brushing and their breath mingling. He froze searching her eyes, giving her time to pull away, but she didn’t. When he finally was ready to give up and finally kiss her his pager beeped pulling them both apart, his hands falling to his sides.

“Dr. Ramsey, I.... I’m sorry. I was thinking about patient treatment and I... I didn’t notice you.” mumbled Diana.

“It’s okay. I should have seen this coming, but... I got distracted...” said Ethan, fumbling with his pager. Quickly checking the message he received, his brows furrowed. “I... I need to go.”

“If everything okay?” asked Diana worriedly “if Dolores and little Ethan doing fine?”

“Yes... yes, they are doing great actually. Dr. Harrington done an excellent job. They both are out of impending danger.” replied Ethan. “and will be moved to postnatal ward in a matter of weeks.”

“Ohhhh, this is great news. Right?” smiled Diana, her hand finding his, squeezing it before letting go. Their fingers brushing lightly sending a shiver through both of them.

“Yes. This is.” said Ethan. They both standing still unable to move away, unable to take their eyes off each other. After some time, Diana was the first to break the silence.

“Dr. Ramsey, I... I need to get back to my patients,” spoke Diana chewing on her lower lip, the action alone draw Ethan crazy making him want to catch it between his teeth. “It was nice to see you,” added she after a moment of silence turning to leave...

“Wait...,” exclaimed Ethan catching her by her wrist gently without thinking. “I could use a favor,” said he, throwing a quick glance on his pager. “How busy are you right now?”

“All my patients are stable. As I said I just thought about patient’s treatment, but other than this I have nothing what needs my immediate attention. Do you need something?” ask Diana locking her eyes with Ethan’s, the proximity of them made her heart skip a beat.

“I just got paged that radiology got a new f.M.R.I. machine and Chief Emery ordered me to test it out. As they didn’t done it yet,” said Ethan with a note of annoyance in his voice. “Can I use you as guinea pig?” asked he still holding her hand.

“You want to stick me in f.M.R.I. and scan my brains?” asked Diana, raising her eyebrow questioningly.

“It’ll be easy. I’ll simply ask you a few questions and see which part of your brains react.” smirked Ethan, playful glint sparkling in his blue eyes.

“Uhhhh, what... kind of questions?” hesitantly asked Diana, stepping away from him, while he took a step forward backing her to the wall the space between them electrified.

“If you are too afraid or want to keep your secrets, I alway can be yours guinea pig and you can scan my brain instead,” he said lowering his lips closer to her ear. The breath of air skimming along her sensitive skin, making Diana inhale sharply, the slight shiver running through her spine. “Please, I really need this machine up and running. Will you help me?” more seriously asked Ethan taking a step back.

“Okay, I... I’ll help you,” replied Diana finally. “And so you know, Doctor... I have nothing to be afraid and no secrets to keep.” she replied throwing at him daring glance.

“Excellent. Come with me then,” said Ethan turning around heading toward the imaging lab, Diana following him.

After couple of minutes they reached the lab entering it together, Ethan softly placing his hand on her lower back, leading her in. A shiny white f.M.R.I. machine dominates the room.

“I will need to give you an injection of the magnetic contrast media, before going to control room.” he said, before adding softly noticing how she shifted uneasily “Are you sure it is okay? If not I can be a guinea pig for you. It’s really fine with me in case you are afraid of injections or small spaces.”

“Dr. Ramsey, it’s really unnecessary to worry about me. I’ll get the gadolinium. And can you keep this?”

“Diana, I cannot help myself but do it,” he whispered in a quiet barely audible voice, taking a beautiful gold chain with a small star from her hands. Their fingers brushing slightly. “Ummmmm...” started Ethan watching Diana filling a syringe with the contrast metal. “You may want to take your shirt and bra,” he said, his eyes flickering to her blossom and his cheeks started to burn.

“Doctor, if you wanted to get me out of my clothes... you should only ask,” said Diana teasingly looking him deep into his eyes, holding out the syringe. Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt taking it off and placing on the chair behind Ethan, her hand brushing his. After a moment of hesitation, she turned around looking at him over her shoulder. “Doctor, can you help me with my bra?” he could feel the heat spreading through his body and his eyes slide over her petit frame. Slowly as through the dream he came closer to Diana standing behind her, his hot breath skimming over her bare skin sending a wave of shivers through her. Unhurriedly he started to unclasp her bra, his fingers lightly touching her skin lingering there for a moment longer. His breath caught deep in his throat when the lace material slid from her leaving her chest bare. He could feel how his body reacted instantly when she turned toward him, standing just a whisper away.” I’m ready,” she murmured, her face raised up and she stood unmoving in front of him, the double meaning of her words made him gulp audibly placing his hand flat against her lower back. She feel his breath skimming over her lips and his face moved closer, internal warring clearly written in his eyes. After another heartbeat and a moment of hesitation Diana took a deep breath unwillingly stepping back. She took a robe hanging on the wall putting it on to cover her nakedness. After this she laid flat on the table waiting for Ethan to approach her.

Gently taking Diana’s hand in his he palpated the veins in her arm, their eyes meeting for a split second, before performing intravenous injection. After what disposed of the syringe and pressed the buttons on the machine. watching Diana’s table slide into the donut of the massive magnet enclosure.

Leaving the magnet room, Ethan went to the enclosed room sitting at the workstation, checking on Diana through the glass.

“Can you hear me alright?”

“Loud and clear.” Diana’s voice came through the speakers. “Probably even too loud.” added she after a moment.

“Sorry,” said Ethan quieter after adjusting the volume “Let’s then begin our first scan,” continued Ethan powering up the magnet. He could hear how the machine started to humming, cycling, clicking and buzzing from the next room. “Okay, so far your brains looks like a brain. So far, so good. Now let’s test the detection of the contrast media. I will ask you a set of questions, to see how different parts of your brains would react on them.”

“What kind of questions?” asked Diana, something in Ethan’s voice hold the promise that this may get interesting and this promise made her excited and scared at the same time.

“Am I making you worried?” questioned Ethan, his heart skipping a beat when the set of questions lined up in his brain. He took a deep breath knowing that no matter how much it would cost him, but he must know the truth.

“N..no, You can ask whatever you want,” replied Diana, taking a deep breath, ready for any questions to come. “I have nothing to hide.”

“Soooo, let’s begin,” said Ethan softly. “What does makes you happy?”

“I...,” started Diana her minds working overtime, before she calmed down a little her voice flowing gently through the speakers making Ethan’s heart beat faster. “The people who are surrounding me. Who care about me. Who makes me who I am. The people who can make me grounded, who go through thick and thin for me and with me. The people who no matter what are here for me. Who do everything to make sure I’m safe and happy.”

Ethan’s hearts skipped a beat and his eyes landed on the screen, watching how Diana’s hypothalamus glowed slightly. Before asking a next question he took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing. I need to ask this. Just in case. Thought Ethan looking back at Diana through the glass.

“Do you have feelings for Dr. Beckett Harrington?” asked Ethan holding his breath, eyes focused on the screen trying not to miss anything.

“Of course, I have feelings for him,” exclaimed Diana before realization of what exactly was asked sinked onto her and her eyes widen. A subtle unseen smirk spread her lips. “I have feelings of respect, admiration...”

“That’s not what I meant,” protested Ethan, feeling a notes of teasing in her respond.

“Oh... didn’t you?” said Diana, her smile widened before disappearing from her face. And Ethan could see how her hypothalamus lightened once again, noticing an emotional respond of her brains. “I know what you have asked. I have no romantic feelings for Beckett. He is great and amazing, but I never seen him like this. But he’ll always be a bit older and more responsible brother, not by blood, but by choice. He always was there for me, always protected me. Seen me in my worst and best moments. I just... I cannot see him more than my brother, he is more than a blood... he is family I chose. He and Oriana are my family.” she spoke passionately, emotionally and her brains were lit brightly with every word. After a moment she stopped to speak, finally breathing out.

“I... hmmmmm,” Ethan cleared his throat, readying himself to another, last question. He hold his breath, feeling how his heart started to race. “Are you... are you involved with anyone romantically?”

“Does the work counts?” asked Diana teasingly, knowing quite well this wasn’t an answer he was looking for.

“Definitely not.” replied Ethan with impatience lacing his voice.

“Not fair,” pouted Diana. “But if you really wants to know... For this machine test purposes, than no... I’m not involved with anyone romantically,” stated Diana not missing another second and Ethan’s heart skip a beat when he seen a slight orange glow of another part of Diana’s brains. She didn’t lied, this he knew for sure, but she also didn’t tell the whole truth what made Ethan wonder if Beckett was right and Diana would reciprocate his feelings willingly if he would make a first step. And now, at this moment he knew for a fact that even if she didn’t have been involved with anyone romantically, some part of her wanted to be. And a memory of this person gave the strongest impulse to her hippocampus. He could read it nice and clear, right in front of his eyes. And without any doubts left in him, he knew that the person she wanted to be with was him.

Everything finally clicked together, her flirting with him, the constant pull between them and every single gaze they shared. Without thinking twice he quickly powered down the machine and raised up returning to the magnet room. His heart picking up the pace, thundering uncontrollably when he pressed the button making table slide back from the enclosure and Diana appeared in front of him. They eyes locked. Gently he helped her up to her feet and without even thinking for a second longer pushed her against the f.M.R.I. machine locking their lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. The kiss they both have been waiting and craving for five years.

He slipped his hand under Diana’s thigh lifting her leg up and around his waist, pressing harder into her. His hands exploring her body under the robe groaning into their kiss. His tongue thrusting inside her mouth swirling around hers. Their kisses grew hungrier and harder leaving them breathless. Their hands grabbing onto each other with desperation making them want more. As through the fog they could hear a faint sound of pager coming from Ethan’s waist making them unwillingly break the kiss both breathing heavily.

Quickly Ethan looked at his pager before meeting Diana’s gaze again, his heart beating uncontrollably taking in her disheveled state, realising he probably didn’t look better. Running his hands through his hair he took a step back, his mind filled with panicking thoughts.

What have I done... How could I allow this to happen. No matter how I want it... want her. I’m still her superior. We shouldn’t. I can ruin her career. I probably already done. thought he backing away from Diana toward the door.

“I.... I should... Sorry, I need to go. You should put your clothes back on. Sorry,” mumbled Ethan placing his hand on the doorknob without turning around, closing the door behind him. While outside the room he took a deep breath fleeing towards Harper’s office leaving Diana behind, feeling both glorious and pissed off.

The rest of the day for Diana passed uneventful and it seemed that Ethan was trying to avoid her once again. During the day she was able to finally decide on patient’s treatment what already showed first sings of success. She was already on her way out of hospital, when suddenly her pager beeped. She could feel how her heart flipped with hope while her eyes landed on the display and disappointed sigh left her lips. Quickly she went back to the hall where all interns were gathered. Diana’s eyes browsing through the crowd looking for her best friend. After a moment her eyes landed on Beckett and she moved forward standing next to him.

“Hey, do you have any idea why Chief Emery gathered everyone there?” she asked quietly Beckett, watching him to shake his head worriedly.

“Not a slightest,” replied he looking at Harper Emery standing up front with Ethan, carefully listening for what she about to say.

“Some of you may have heard already, then In a couple weeks’ time, will be annual National Medical Symposium in Miami. From our hospital I appointed Dr. Ramsey to attend this conference this year. Along him the board decided to send two interns who are on the top of their class and also already show the brilliant results during their internship in that hospital,” spoke Harper sternly throwing a glance on a stunned looking Ethan.

“We didn’t discuss me taking anyone along. I’m not a babysitter,” hissed Ethan.

“It was board’s decision,” hissed in reply Harper, before clearing her throat to continue. “As I said we are sending two interns to gain some valuable insight into the industry and brighten their knowledge. This year along Dr. Ramsey, we will send… Dr. Haynes and Dr. Harrington. Congratulations on your success. Please come see me in the morning for more details.”

“Shit...,” cursed Ethan meeting the eyes of the two dumbfounded interns, who looked at him in shock. His heart thundering inside his chest.

That’s going to be a long, long weekend. He thought as he fled to his office. The three of us back in a hotel. Did Harper somehow find out about our history together? But if she did, why send us? She’s already suspicious of my interactions with Diana. This is why the board gets on my nerves, they do whatever the hell they want to.

Back in the atrium, Beckett and Diana stared at each other. “This isn’t happening.” He whispered. “There’s no way I can go and leave Oriana behind, especially while pregnant. I’m going to have to turn the opportunity down and…”

“Don’t you dare!” Diana whispered back harshly. “You can’t leave me alone with him in a different state for a weekend. He’s too wishy-washy and I’m sick of it. We’ll probably sleep together, and he’ll run off again, leaving me to fend for myself in a city I’ve never been to, all alone this time. Beckett, please, I can’t do this alone.”

“He wouldn’t do that again.” Beckett argued.

“Oh, right. I forgot. Lately he only does that after kissing me!” Diana began marching off.

“Wait!” Beckett caught her arm. “What are you talking about?”

She glared down the hall towards Ethan’s office. “I’m not talking about anything that hasn’t happened before. If you’re not going then neither am I.”

“Di…” Beckett tried to reason. “It’s a fantastic opportunity.”

She shrugged. “You’re right, it is. Too bad we’re not going.”

Beckett sighed heavily. “You’re being immature.”

“I’m being guarded.” She corrected.

“Why can’t you two just figure shit out? Diana, he may be sending all kinds of mixed signals, but it’s not as if you’re marching into his office right now to confront him about them. You’re just letting it continue. If he’s too high and mighty to admit his feelings freely, then you need to step up and make him. Or, I don’t know, tell him how you feel so he doesn’t have to guess either. You convinced Oriana, a complete stranger, to go on a date with me, a complete stranger to her. Where is that confident girl? The Diana I know would have approached him and nipped it in the butt already. Why are you dragging this out?” Beckett snapped.

“Because I love him!” She whispered frantically, before slapping a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

Beckett grabbed her hands, holding them tightly. “That’s your answer. Do you want to lose him because you never told him how you felt? That’s what would have happened with me and Ori if you never talked to her. I’ve already talked to Ethan, but apparently, he’s not as outgoing as my wife. If you can’t bring yourselves to talk to each other now, then this trip will force you to. And like it or not, Di, that’s what both of you need.”

“Still…I can’t do it on my own.” She murmured.

“You can and you will.” Beckett assured her. “Stop dancing around each other and face things head on. Neither of you are going to be able to move forward until that happens.”

“Why do you have to make so much sense all the damn time?” Diana muttered, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“It’s what I do.” Beckett smirked.

Diana eyed him thoughtfully, her eyes beginning to light up mischievously. “You know what, Beckett? You’ve given me an idea.”

He frowned. “I know that look. What are you doing.”

“Oh nothing. I have to go make a call, will you excuse me?”

“Diana!” He hissed, but she was already running into the nearest girls’ room. Shaking his head in frustration, he turned to go to the locker room. A few minutes later his phone buzzed with an incoming text. He pulled out his phone, seeing Oriana’s name flash on the screen.

Oriana: “Miami!!!! Beck, that’s amazing! I’m SO proud of you!! And Ethan suggested I come?? Omg, Beck, I’m so excited!!!! Please thank him for me!!!”

He groaned loudly, sinking down onto a bench. There’s no getting out of this now.

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Mirror Mine (Peter Parker x reader AU)

Title: Mirror Mine

Prompt: Soulmate AU where when your soulmate writes something on their skin it shows up on yours and vice versa

Summary: You go with your dad to one of Tony Stark’s party and there you meet him

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Words: 1.8k-ish

Warning: slight swearing (blame Bucky “What the hell” Barnes, and fluff

A/N: I know reader inserts usually have your age but in the story, the reader is on the younger side just so it makes sense with the story, sorry. Most of the ships aren’t cannon but just roll with it.

“Absolutely not.”

Your father looked instantly pissed when you walked into the room. You were heading to one of the biggest nights of your father’s career. It was one of Tony Stark’s big parties and your father had been invited to spark up some business deal or whatever, you honestly had no clue. He was supposed to bring your mother as a plus one, but your little brother had fallen ill with a slight cold, and she wanted to stay with him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask throwing your hands in the air and rolling your eyes.

He gestures to your clothes and says in a disgusted tone of voice, “There is no way you are wearing that. This is a big night for me and I need you to look amazing and act amazingly.”

A tight red plaid mini skirt fit snugly on your hips, under the skirt black tights hugged your toned legs, and a black crop top accentuated your curves. You had smacked blood-red lipstick, a messy braid fell down your shoulders along with a golden chain necklace. And to tie the whole outfit together, a nice black leather jacket.

“I knew this would happen so I went out last night and picked out a dress, let's go try it on,” your mom chimes in.

“Okay but please be quick, ladies,” your dad says.

“The dress is gorgeous and I can redo your makeup to match, oh you are going to look so pretty!” your mom exclaims leading you into her room.

“Names,” a cold voice demands to your father.

“(Y/D/F/N) and my plus one is my daughter (Y/F/N),” your father reassures him handing him the invitation he got at work. It’s a small, ivory piece of paper with swirly, gold letters printed on it.

“Isn’t she a little young?” the buff bouncer asks tipping down his glasses and looking you up and down.

“That my kind sir is none of your damn business.”

With your arm linked through your fathers, you guys walk into the Avengers compound and head through the all-white front foyer- your father's shoes making clacking noises while your ballet shoes are utterly silent- and head to the glass elevator. Your father presses a higher number, number 10, as the elevator travels upwards you catch quick glances of the other rooms, they all look like living spaces, and one sterile-looking hallway with many doors branching off.

When the elevator finally stops you guys step out of the elevator and look out into the room. It is filled with people, some you recognize some you don’t, the girls all wearing elegant dresses, and the men suits and tuxedos. There is a massive bar on one wall, some couches scattered around everywhere, a wall made entirely of windows, a DJ booth on another wall, speakers placed at random everywhere, and a dance floor in the middle.

“Okay so the objective is to mingle around with as many people as possible, okay?” your dad explains.

You give him a light shake of your head and he drops your arm and struts over to a group of people, completely at ease. Not sure what to do you follow him towards the group.

When he gets to the group they all exclaim his name and welcome him in like they’ve known him for years.

“I said go mingle, and be polite, and just make a good example.” He shoves you off lightly.

Not sure what he means by make a good impression you head over to the bar to get a drink. Noticing how young you are the bartender completely ignores you by serving everyone else around you. No one notices that you are there and does nothing to help you.

“Can I get a glass of champagne and an old-fashioned?” a smoky voice asks.

You look up to see none other than James Buchanan Barnes the former Winter Soldier. He has his hair slick back and a plain black tux. “You are James Buchanan Barnes,” you marvel. Then you shake your head and add, “I’m sorry if that was rude.” You look down at the bar ashamed of your behavior.

“Hey, it’s fine. Really you’d be surprised how many people here look at me and see the terrifying ‘Winter Soldier’. It’s nice to meet someone who sees me for me.”

“Oh yeah, I know none of that ‘Winter Soldier’ stuff is your fault. I mean you are a great person so I guess that’s all that matters,” you say with a shrug.

He chuckles and asks, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh no, I can’t drink! I’m too young to drink. I’m just trying to get water.”

“Thank you. Can I also get water please?”

James Buchanan Barnes takes a sip of his old fashioned and asks, “Wait if you are so young what the hell are you doing at one of Tony Stark’s parties?”

“Well my dad is here to make a good impression to these people for his job and my mom would have been his date but she had to stay home to take care of my brother. So he brought me.” You punctuate the sentence with a shrug.

“Well how about you come over and meet the gang? Come with me.” He starts walking away but adds, “You can call me Bucky by the way.”

Remembering what your dad said about being polite you promise yourself not to drool over the heroes and make a fool of yourself. Bucky leads you over to one of the couches, there are some people sitting on it some around it. You recognize all of them even in their fancy clothing.

“Okay so this is Nat she is Russian and angry, don’t cross her. Tony the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Stevie the blond beauty.” Steve’s face blushes bright red. “Thor the muscular alien king. Loki the trickster he will try to kill you at some point, but it is okay because he is really just a softy.” Loki gives him a grunt and a dirty look. “Bruce, he is also a big softy, but don’t make him angry. Sam he really sucks, we just hang out with him because we pity him. Rhodes now him we all love. Peper, now she is the best, like the best, we all love her. Nick, he scares me, but I’m sure there is a sweetie inside under all of the angry shell. Clint, he is dumb and shoots arrows. Scott, he can make himself small and do close up magic. And everyone this is… I actually don’t know.”

“My name is (Y/N). And it’s nice to meet all of you. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Nonsense, we were just discussing soulmates. Where were you, Mr. Blond Beauty?” Tony teases.

“I… was uh saying that when Bucky was regaining his memory, he would write little notes on his hands and they would show up on mine. It was kind of like a little peek into his head.”

“Yeah, I get Stevie’s doodles on my skin,” Bucky swoons. They are staring lovingly into each other's eyes and everyone but you seems to find it disgusting and annoying.

“Ignoring that, sometimes I see equations and whatnot show up on my skin, and I think it’s kind of cute seeing what Jane is working on when I’m not around,” Thor admits with a shrug.

“Same!” Pepper and Natasha sigh at the same time, and that earns a chuckle out of everyone, a smirk from Tony, and a blush from Bruce.

“Yeah every once and a while I get equations on my hands when Hope needs to remember stuff,” Scott adds rolling up his sleeve to show everyone.

“What about you, (Y/N)? Any cool stuff on your skin?” Tony asks turning to you.

Every eye in the group is staring at you. You can feel all of them beating down on you. You can’t mess up and embarrass your family so you simply say, “Yeah I guess, a phone number and a name here and there. Most of the time it is just due dates for projects at school.”

“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Stark. Everyone else, sorry,” says a cute little squeaky voice coming up behind you. The person the voice belongs to sits down next to you, almost on top of you. He has soft brown eyes, fluffy brown hair, a sharp jawline, and a smile that could light up the room.

“Hey kid, nice suit,” Mr. Stark says, admiration in his eyes.

“Where have you been, Pete?” Steve asks, leaning over you to tousle his hair.

His face turns ruby red. “I had to wait for Aunt May to get out of work so she could drive me.” The boy scans the room his eyes stopping at you, he looks you up and down his jaw practically dropping to the floor.

A navy blue ball gown is fanned out around you. The dress itself is a bit poofy at the bottom and floor-length, and it is decorated with lace appliques. White eyeshadow tinted with gold sparkles dusts your eyes and lip gloss coats your lips. You and your mom decide on just doing natural hair just using hairspray to keep it in a position you like.

The boy's brown eyes skim over you again, stopping at your breasts before moving on to your lips, your nose, your shimmering eyes, and lands on your hair framing your face.

“Hi,” he breathes a little smile on his face. “I’m Peter by the way.”

“I’m (Y/N).” You look down your skin tinged red as a blush creeps up your neck and onto your cheeks.

“How about you, sweetie?” Natasha asks looking at Peter. “What kind of stuff shows up on your skin?”

“Oh my gosh, it is the most beautiful thing,” he gushes, “swirls and flowers and all kinds of designs. I love it every time I wake up there is a new one.” He pauses. “One night I was up late doing homework and I sat there for almost an hour watching the ink flow onto my skin. It was a few minutes until 4 by the time I couldn’t stand being up that long so I collapsed and by the time I woke up there was pen marks up my left arm almost like a sleeve tattoo.”

You run your hand up your arm and goosebumps appear.

“What is that on your arm, (Y/N)?” Bruce asks gesturing towards you.

A surprised noise escapes your mouth and you look down reading the marks on the backside of your palm. They read, “Don’t forget to ask Tony about the rose for Aunt May”.

“Um, it’s… just, um,” you stutter.

Next to you, Peter’s eyes go wide as he reads and he slaps his hands over his mouth in surprise. Everyone can clearly see what is written on his hand matches what is on yours.

“Well, you know what that means!” Tony whoops.

Next thing you know you and Peter are caught in a dog pile as everyone in the group is on top of you.

The rest of the night you and Peter take turns answering each other's and the rest of the group’s questions as a “get to know you”.

#peter parker #tony stark #Steve Rogers #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #Bucky Barnes #thor #loki odinson #scott lang #james rhodes #pepper potts #clint barton #nick furry #sam willson #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #peter parker x reader

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isitkpop · 4 years

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Classic Drunk Confession!

Member: Vixx Hongbin

This is kind of a crack fic with some cute seriousness stuff thrown in.

Prompt Used and Credit: “I just want them to talk about me. The way they talk about everyone else.”

“You don’t think they talk about you?”

Credit: @dialouge-prompts

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Everything was irritating. He was pretty sure the people surrounding him could feel his anger and jealousy radiating off him like the Korean god Mireuk. He tipped back the shot glass and slammed the glass down for the bartender to fill his glass again. The laughter was like poison to his ears and he squeezed the glass in his hand. “I’m going to kill him.” His friends were embarrassing him and chatting to his crush about events that should NEVER be spoken of in public.

They laughed together again and Hongbin quickly stood from his stool and was about to march over until Y/n stepped in front of him with a smile. “Binnie. You’re a little drunk.” They grabbed his face to snap him back to reality and bless him to dismiss the wrath of Mireuk. (Not really but a drunk thought is fun to imagine right?) He took in a deep breath and took the look of defeat. “Let’s get you home.”

The next day was a splitting headache and hardly any memories of last night. But he knew his friend was cooking because the smell was amazing! “Hey Hongbin. How did you sleep?”

“Terribly.”

“Figures. Hey, sorry about last night. Y/n told me that you looked like you could beat me to death. I was also a bit drunk and was spilling anything and everything.” The roommate plated the food and sat across from Hongbin. “If it makes you feel any better, they were too. So, they probably won’t remember anything about the conversations.”

Hongbin felt relieved but tensed up when he noticed that he was wearing different clothes. “Wait. I wasn’t wearing this last night.”

“Oh yeah. I saw Y/n take you home, so they probably changed your top for comfortability purposes. You were in a suit after all.”

Hongbin cringed at the thought of sleeping in something like that again. “I’ll have to thank them…again.”

His roommate eyed him from the rim of the glass he drank from and calmly placed the glass down. “You know, Y/n has been hanging around you a lot more now.”

“I never noticed. I mean, I did…but I thought nothing of it. Why bring it up?”

His roommate glared at him. He’s stupid isn’t he. “I do remember one thing from the conversation last night with that one girl you like.”

Hongbin felt a small warmth take over his cheeks. “Yeah?”

“She mentioned about liking someone.”

His stomach twisted with butterflies. Maybe…

“It’s a girl. She’s a lesbian.”

Hongbin deflated but was happy that she could be happy with someone she likes. He only liked her for a short while. Not enough to fall hard. “That’s why she’s always criticizing other women and their looks and whether or not she would date them. I thought she was bi.”

“You seem to be taking this rather well.”

“It’s very rare to meet people part of the LGBTQ community here.” His roommate agreed and finished up their meal together before heading off for the day.

Hongbin massaged his neck as he exited the office to head home. “I should probably call Y/n.” He waited as the ringer started…and started…and started…

‘Hello! You have reached Y/n! Please leave a message with your name and number and I’ll try my best to get back to you as quickly as possible.’

Hongbin hung up after leaving a short message about wanting to meet up again soon and went about his business.

He finally arrived home for the day and was met by his roommate panicking at a drunk Y/n on their couch. This was the first time Y/n ever got drunk…

“Help me man. They just showed up at the door like this and started yelling about how stupid they are and grabbed another can from our fridge. They’re such a mess right now. Fix this or I’ll up your half of the rent.”

Hongbin shuddered at that and cautiously walked up to Y/n. “H-hey Y/n. You should probably put the drink down and take a shower.”

“Huh? Binnie? What are you doing at my house?”

“This is my house.”

“No wander everything looks different. You have crappy decorating skills.” They flopped onto their back on the couch and took another sloppy swig of the drink. They placed the can on the coffee table and covered their eyes.

“You okay?”

They sighed and rolled over onto their sides to stare at the television show. “Say. How is it going with that crush of yours?”

“Oh. She’s a lesbian. I don’t have a chance.”

“Hm. Disappointing. Unless you go for a sex change.”

“Y/n!”

They giggled and Hongbin nearly doubled over at the tickling feeling in his gut. “I’m joking. You’re fine just the way you are. I feel sleepy.”

“You can sleep here if you want.”

He watched as they slid their eyes closed and he laid the throw onto of them to keep them away from the night chill.

“About time.”

Hongbin sighed and went to recycle the can. “Yeah. This is the first time I’ve ever seen them this drunk. I wander what happened for them to resort to that much drinking.”

The roommate chuckled and grabbed them a water. “Not for me. They’ve been here a couple of times while you’ve been away on business trips or just out.”

“Say…why is it that when they laugh, my stomach twists and I feel like I could pass out?”

The roommate just stared at him. “Is this the first time you felt this way?”

“No. I feel this way every time they laugh. It’s been going on for quite a while.” Hongbin laughed. “It’s not like I fell for them, right?”

“Hongbin. Do you like Y/n?”

Hongbin knew he was blushing like crazy. “Is it that obvious?”

“No. If I didn’t know, that means no one knew. You’ve always been good about hiding your feelings from everyone.”

“What? I thought you knew?”

“I thought you liked that girl!”

“Well, I kind of did…but I was just trying to get Y/n out of my mind.”

“Why? Why the hell would you do that?”

“Well, I just thought- “

“You’re so oblivious.”

“I just want them to talk about me.”

“They do talk about you.” His roommate was about to go insane.

“No. I want them to talk about me like they do everyone else. With a spark in their eye.”

“You don’t think they talk about you? Okay. I guess I’ll tell you. All those times they came here drunk off their ass, you were the one they were always talking about. In fact, they were so jealous of you liking that one chick that Y/n kept you from talking to them last night.”

“Ummm What?”

“They like you, you idiot!” The roommate quickly covered their mouth when Y/n groaned and sat up.

“Why are you so loud?” Y/n stretched their arms and reached for their temples to rub them. “I should probably go before Hongbin sees me like this. It would be embarrassing to would definitely tarnish my reputation with the man I love.”

They froze up when they saw Hongbin sitting across from his roommate with a shocked expression. “L-Love?”

“Um. Uh. N-No? You were here?”

“I thought you just liked him. But you LOVE HIM???”

Y/n glared daggers and the roommate quickly shut their mouth up. “Right. I’ll be in my room. Goodnight!”

“Ugh. Listen Binnie.”

“I do too.” Y/n knew they were blushing a tomato red now as Hongbin continued. “I have been for a while now. Since Graduating high school actually.”

“THAT LONG?!” They quickly ducked and grabbed their aching temples.

“Yeah. I was just waiting for the right moment.”

“It’s been far too long for that right moment Binnie. You had PLENTY of moments actually.”

Okay…they’re mad at me for taking so long. “S-sorry? Listen, I just didn’t think you liked me that way. You always treated me like a best friend.”

“You idiot. You were the only one I was treating that way to. I’m just not that good with romance stuff. So, it’s very hard for me to convey feelings through actions and words.”

Hongbin smiled and approached them and grabbed their shoulder. “That’s what I love about you Y/n. You’re you with flaws that make you the perfect you.” He leaned down and kissed their forehead. “Now, how about we actually get you into a nice warm bed for you to sleep comfortably on with some painkillers and water for you to wake up to? I’ll sleep on the couch for tonight because you’re still a little drunk.”

They laughed nervously. “This is embarrassing. I never thought you would see me drunk.”

“Yeah? My roommate told me all about the times you came here when I wasn’t. Drunk on your ass and ranting about your feelings for me.”

“THEY TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT?” They watched Hongbin nod. “I’ll kill him! Ugh. Never mind. I’ll do that tomorrow after I get rid of this damn headache”

Hongbin chuckled and picked them up to take them to his bedroom. “Goodnight Y/n.”

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caroline18mars · 4 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 57

“hmmmmm,uuhmmm” another oiled up strand of spaghetti was sucked between those luscious, plump lips, even watching her eat was bloody erotic, “I said it once and I'll say it again, I'll be happy to leave Italy before I burst out of my pants, I can literally eat pasta two times a day” she licked a bit of tomato sauce from her lips. Jared leaned back in his chair to cross his legs “two times a day and as a midnight snack” and checked his phone to distract him from all the suggestiveness. “Puh, go on, rub it in when you eat more than I do, the only difference between us is that you're just blessed with an amazing metabolism! Besides, they say that Italian women are amongst the prettiest of the world” she huffed. “Definitely the ones in their twenties, but you know they also say that it all ends once they hit 30, then they're more likely to double in size” he casually looked up from his phone with a deadpan expression on his face. “hitting 30: tick! Italian: tick! Curves: tick! It looks like you'll need to start looking for a newer, younger and definitely thinner model” she put down her napkin and grabbed her bag before she gestured at the waiter to get the bill. “Huh? No I don't!” he put his phone down and reached for his wallet, but she was quicker and slipped her card to the waiter, “whatever, let's get out of here, I still want to go dancing” she whispered before she punched in her code and took back her card. “You know I don't want you paying for..” he started but was immediately cut off “the only one getting old here is you, Jared! It would be nice if you joined us in the 21st century where women pay for themselves” she gave the waiter a tip and got up. “Wait, I was kidding, it was a joke, you're perfect” he hurried to catch up with her at the door where she whistled to stop a cab, “I love you, Jared, but sometimes you can be the most insensitive man ever..” the cab stopped and she plodded through the nightly rain “are you coming? I'm ageing here” she quickly said and then got inside the car.

Strobes, heat, a dancefloor and a good stiff drink, right now it was all she could ask for as she handed her coat to the girl at the cloakroom who only seemed to have eye for Jared “sorry honey, but he's all mine” she grinned at her and grabbed his hand. That was the Harper he loved so much, quirky, loud and always ready to set a room on fire “all yours even unofficially” he put his hands on her hips and pulled her against him as they swayed to the music. Putting her arms around him, she closed her eyes, they were so good at being alone in a crowded room, in the midst of all this noise and energy she felt like she was all alone with him, like nobody could penetrate this bubble. Opening her eyes, she told herself to savour the moment because she already saw the human predators move in on them determined to break up their happiness, and in 3-2-1.. “Jay, dude! What a show!” someone already yelled over the music. She quickly kissed his lips and twirled out of his arms and further over to the bar, need a drink first and then I can go and dancedancedance, hey bartender, damn you're cuteee “A Seabreeze please and make it a large one” she smiled her order and looked around the room while waiting. Jared had moved to the side of the dancefloor, most of the crew had moved with him, Sean included, good you stay exactly where you are you twat, strange how nobody seemed to make the effort to get to know her, or even tried to connect with her, she made the effort though.. No, don't think, now is not the time when today was too much of a struggle already, “Miss..your Seabreeze” the bartender put her drink on the counter, she quickly handed him some money and made her way to the dancefloor, sipping her drink, she was gonna need a lot of alcohol to have fun to this rubbish music, ah well at least it had a good beat.

She kept expecting him to show up behind her but he didn't, he was completely consumed by his seemingly hilarious conversations on the other side of the dancefloor, oh wait that girl standing way too close and looking really chummy with him, who the hell was that? A fan? Had to be because she didn't remember ever seeing her. In the corner of her eye she could see Sean walk up to her, oh no no nooo “Hey” he came just that little bit too close every time he said hello “Hey and bye, I'm going back to the hotel, I'm tired” she downed her umpteenth drink in one go, “wait..I want to apologize” his hand folding around her upper arm stopped her in her tracks. “I'm not interested, goodnight Sean” she pulled her arm free and stomped off the dancefloor, “Jay!” she had to tap his shoulder to get his attention and call his name a second time before he turned around, oyoyoy his eyes looked like they were marinated in alcohol as he stared at her. “I'm gonna get a cab and go back to the hotel” she sighed, “what? Why? I'm not done here yet” his speech was a little slurred, “ok, then stay, but I'm going back, don't drink too much ok?” she just wasn't used to seeing him in a state of intoxication. “Ok..kiss?” a quick peck on the lips and he turned around again, insensitive much? Leave it Coco, leave it, just go get some rest and tomorrow is a new, in his case hung over, day. She wasn't really sober either, she felt it as the cold hit her stepping out of the club, shivering she whistled at a cab, oh thank god, he stopped, nice! Twenty minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of the hotel, she handed the driver her card and hurried to get inside the warm lobby of the hotel, a wave of exhaustion mixed with just a little bit much to drink. Up in their room, his perfume still lingered there, oh stupid Jared..come home real quick, drunk or sober again, don't care, just hurry home, I miss you..she pulled her clothes off and put on a pair of his trackpants, that were way oversized and one of his Mars shirts, anything that smelled like him was fine, right now she needed to feel close to him. Ok what do I do now? Watch telly, yeah good idea, she plopped down on the huge kingsize bed and zapped her way through a couple of channels, pfffff, 5913 channels and nothing on..fine, she slipped off the bed again and picked up a couple of brushes, the perfect way to take out her frustration.

Oooh, everything's spinning, all night his head had been competely numb, here and there there were flashes pumping through his brain that showed unsettling images, he remembered popping a few pills, something he hadn't done in ages. “Where are you going?” Sean stopped him as he turned the wrong way coming out of the elevator “your room is that way”, didn't matter where he was going, he just wanted to lay down and sleep off this ugly hang-over. Harper heard a knock on the door, please let it be Jared, she put down her brush, what time was it? Really late as she checked the huge progress she had made on her painting, “hey Coco..I think this one belongs to you” Sean gave her a fat grin, pushing Jared towards her. He could barely stand on his feet so she quickly pushed herself under his arm and stumbled to the bed with him, “want some help?” Sean hopped after her, but she already let him fall on the bed, “what the hell happened?” Harper pushed the hair out of her face with a puff. “He just couldn't stop, he kept on going after everyone told him to slow down, he was absolutely determined to go on the biggest bender of his life, saying things like he had lived like a monk for too long and all bets were off” wow what? Wait? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Do I want to know?. “I feel obliged to tell you that he didn't stick to just drinking..” Sean hurried to tell her, “whatever Sean, I don't think I need to hear any more” she spun on her heels and pushed him in the direction of the door, if that stupid ass on the bed is out like a light, then I sure don't want to be in the same room with this predator that just didn't know when to stop harassing her. “If you need help, just call ok?” he tried to make her change her mind, “I won't need to, trust me, good night Sean” she started closing the door but he quickly added “there's so much you don't know, so much happened..” she pushed the door further shut, “I'll ask him in the morning, if you'll excuse me?” she finally was able to close the door and let her back connect with it. Ok, don't make assumptions, you know what Sean is trying to do, she pushed herself away from the door again and walked over to the bed with a huge sigh, right come on you big log, she pulled off his shoes and then pulled the covers over him, there goes my night full of passionate, mindblowing sex.

Awwww, ooohh fucking light..his head was exploding, a few flashes of last night started coursing through his brain, sooo much booze..Harper leaving early..he looked around the room, the bed, where was she? One part of the bed was definitely not slept in. A lot of noise like things tumbling to the ground, mumbled curses drifted out to him from the next room, he would get up if this earth shattering headache actually let him, but then he heard the door open behind him. “Hey” her soft voice greeted him, she had streaks of paint everywhere, and from her demeanour he could tell she didn't have much sleep either, “hey babe” he sat up with a painful groan, holding his head, “had fun?” she calmly wiped her hands on a cloth. “No” he groaned again, “oh” the tone of her voice was cool, too cool, ok she didn't believe him, but it was true, he felt like shit..oh god no, I didn't...no, no, no..that can't be true, a vicious memory of this wild night flashed before his eyes. She kept pottering around the room, rummaging through her bag, clearly waiting for him to say something but he didn't, how could he? This was too damaging to confess even in the strongest of relationships, fuck, fuck, fucccckkk. Disappointed she shrugged and left the room again, ok something really serious had happened, this hadn't been just a bender with the boys, oh no, brace Harper, brace, and prepare for the worst but for now leave him be, don't pry, he'll come and tell you in his own time, but it better be soon if he didn't want to have his head ripped off. “Ok, well, I'm going to get a shower and then I'm going for breakfast, feel free to join me in one or both activities” god, how grown up was that? Proud of myself, will he follow? Nope...doesn't seem like it, goddammit Leto, don't leave a girl hanging! And why was she so fired up all of a sudden, was it because of this whole PMS thing or was it the adrenalin of not knowing what, how, where, why? Stop overanalzying, Harper, maybe this isn't even worth it, maybe it's just an unbearable hang over. It wasn't without a certain sadness that she stepped out of her clothes and turned on the tap, waiting a minute before she stepped under the hot water that felt like a mild acupuncture on her tensed up shoulders. Ugh, shampoo in my eye, awww that stings, she was too busy washing the foam from her hair and her face to feel someone creeping up behind her, until hands squeezed the flesh of her hips “I love you and I need to be with you” he whispered in her ear before he bit the back of her neck. There was no time for her to even turn around, she was just pushed against the wet tiles of the showerwall, a low groan escaped her mouth as he pushed deep inside of her, holding still for a second, just enough time for her to catch her breath before he fucked her brains out like an animal. Hard and very rough, no talking, none of that romantic shit, just a super dominant alpha male that showed her who was boss, her legs started shaking, no no no, I so do not want to cum just yet, I want moremoremore, harder, hit that spot good, yessssssss, don't ever stop fucking me. Oohhhhh, he squashed her harder against the wall, was it even physically possible to go even harder than he already was, her hands looked for support but there was none, there was just his jagged hard breath against her hair and his merciless thrusts accompanied by the pinching and squeezing of the most sensitive parts of her body.

#jared leto #jared leto fanfic #jared leto fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #30 Seconds To Mars #30 seconds to mars fanfic #a man on fire #chapter 57 #Harper and Jared #Harper Coco #caroline18mars

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jennygirl2014 · 5 years

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“Red is Your Color”-requested fic-Final Part

(A/N: HERE IT IS! I FINALLY FINISHED IT! I hope you enjoy! Please forgive me if it needs some minor edits, I’ll go back and do it later, I just wanted to get this posted lol)

Warnings: language and smut, smut, smut, NSFW

[Part 1 here] [Part 2 here]

Another three weeks went by, and still the loneliness in that apartment got to me. Not so much the loneliness, but the memories that the place held, both good and bad. It didn’t matter much more anyway, because while I had managed to scratch up enough money to pay for the rent by myself after Steve left, albeit late, this month was going to be a different story. I was over a week late on rent, and I still didn’t have enough money. I had picked up another job, as much as I hated to admit it, but I had yet to get paid there. I suppose my efforts were too little too late, that eviction notice would be coming if I didn’t find a way to pay it by the end of that week. The tip money I was getting was used to cover my phone bill, luckily my ex didn’t ask for the phone back, he just disconnected the service.

So there I was again, a cocktail waitress at some stupid bar. I had to wear something fitting and fetching, per the manager’s request, and I still wasn’t pulling in tips like other girls there. And to think I thought I was cute…shit. It was embarrassing, but it had to be done. I was just finishing my shift and helping put up chairs when the door to the bar opened, but I didn’t bother looking across the room. I kept placing the chairs up on the tables in preparation for mopping, something I had the joy of doing twice a week, until a familiar voice caught my attention.

“Hey.” I turned to see none other than Steve Rogers himself, standing next to me. He looked so well put together, jeans, grey shirt, leather jacket, ballcap, just like any other man who might have wandered into that club. Only I had a history with this one.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, breathlessly, not sure as to why. Maybe because he caught me off guard.

“I came to see you.” He replied so simply. As if we hadn’t fought like cats and dogs the last two times we saw each other.

“Who told you I worked here?” I began to quiz him, I certainly didn’t tell him, hell I didn’t even have his number anymore.

“Let’s just say a little bird told me.” He seemed unarmed, and by that I mean he didn’t want to fight. He could still snap someone in half if he wanted to, but he looked so gentle. I wasn’t having any of it.

“So Sam told you.” I made the connection, and he looked down and chuckled, “I thought I saw him here the other day.” At least I remembered who he was.

“Yeah,” he looked back up with a small smile, but I had to look past it. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, I knew we were over. “How have you been?” he tried to make small talk.

“What do you want? We’re closing up.” I told him.

“Well,” he started, “I got a phone call from our…your landlord.” He corrected himself and I sighed and looked away from him. I already knew what he was told. “He said the rent hasn’t been paid.”

“I’m working on it. I’ll have it by the end of the week.” I told him as I walked away to pick up more chairs. This was turning into an embarrassing moment, and I wanted no part of that.

“Well…just hang on…” Steve called my attention back to him and I stopped and turned to see him, but he stopped talking. Instead his eyes scanned me up and down, and then I remembered what I was wearing. He loved seeing me in that dress, hot red, tight, short. “It’s good to see you.” He said softly. I blinked at him and tilted my head, telling him without words that I was done with the conversation. And I was really done with him looking at me like that. Of course, I liked it, but I was never going to admit it. He found his next words. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.” I looked away again, maybe because I was lying. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice. He licked his lips and reached into his pocket, pulling out a wad of cash.

“Here.” He held it out to me, and I blanched. I wasn’t going to take it. No way in hell.

“What’s that for?” I already knew the answer.

“Rent.”

“I said I’m working on it.” I grit my teeth at him.

“Well now you have it.” He thrusted the money closer to me. I didn’t budge.

“I don’t want it.”

“Come on…just take it.” He sounded almost like he felt guilty, “Everyone needs some help from time to time.”

“I don’t want your help.” I glared at him.

“Then use it for a new coffee maker.” He offered, “Or whatever.”

“Why?” I cut my eye at him. What did he want?

“Because I’m sorry.” He said it so gently that it tugged at my heart strings. I had to look down at my feet, I could feel my eyes wanting to tear up. “Okay? I’m sorry. About the fighting, about all of it.”

“Trying to buy forgiveness?” I found my inner bitch and blinked away the tears, “Does your girlfriend know you’re here?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He finally spoke of that woman, “She was never my girlfriend, she was just…just…” he huffed and shifted his weight, “Would you please just take the money?”

“Why not? She was cute.” I kept the conversation on that piece of angel food cake, just to make him squirm.

“Yeah, well, she can’t pull of a dress like that one.” He smirked as he made the comment about my dress. I had to bite my lip to keep the smile from growing, although it may have peeked out. “Red is your color.” He said it in a darker tone, one that got me thinking about what he was possibly thinking about.

“Is it now?” I raised a brow, matching his confidence.

“Red is feisty, it’s classy but it’s hot, means danger.” He gave another crooked grin, “Yes, it suits you.” I licked my red lips and couldn’t hide the grin any longer. There was a heat growing in my body from him looking at me and talking to me like that. He held up the money again. “Just take it.”

I had to think. I wanted the money, hell I wanted him. But I had to deny both, my pride wasn’t going to let me take his pity money, or whatever else he was thinking about giving me. God knows I could have used both. Money doesn’t grow on trees, and taking care of your own needs isn’t as fun as letting someone else make your toes curl. This man knew me, he had to know he couldn’t win me over that easily. I boldly stepped forward, closing in on him as I gently took the money from his hand, I felt instant heat when my fingers made contact with his. Oh how I missed that heat. He kept his eyes on my face, even as I stood close enough for him to kiss me. I knew he wouldn’t kiss me, but I couldn’t stop looking at his lips, those lips that I missed so much. While our eyes stayed solely on each other, I reached my other hand for the pocket in his jeans. I pulled it open with one finger, and I slowly but deliberately shoved the money back into his pocket. The heat radiating between us was like heaven and hell all at the same time. If we had kissed at that moment, it would have been amazing, enough to scorch what was left of my sanity.

“Stop flirting and start mopping!” the woman at the bar called out to me, breaking me from my trance. Steve pulled away from me as he shoved his hands in his pockets, as if showing the bartender that he was in fact keeping his hands to himself. He cut his eye at me playfully and shook his head.

“So stubborn.” He said it smoothly, like I hadn’t just ruffled his feathers. I knew I had. “Alright.” He nodded slightly as he began to walk away. “They really make you mop in that dress?” he playfully asked me. I shrugged, not wanting to say anything else that might ruin my moment of triumph. He took some steps backwards before pivoting and walking out of the door, leaving me with a sneaky suspicion that I was going to see him again. I couldn’t help but grin to myself as I turned back to my task, something inside of me glowing and hopeful after our exchange.

However, sometime between him leaving and me getting on the bus, most likely while I was mopping, my grin disappeared and all I could think about was how stupid I was. He wasn’t really back for more than anything but to see how deeply I had fallen over my head. Back to the same job, flirting with strange men to get a tip, struggling. Struggling because I didn’t have him around to stop my pride from burying me, to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground. Every time I was in trouble, he was there. Just not anymore. Why was I so stupid? That money would have helped, I really could have used that money, instead I would be sucking up to some ugly guy with smelly breath, forcing a wink as I passed him a cheap drink in hopes of a twenty-dollar tip. And then I would have to do it again, and again, and again… until I broke. More than that, I let him walk away, again. I kicked him out and slammed the door in his face, I let him walk away after getting his things and leaving my kitchen bare, I let him walk out of that bar, even after he showed me he still may have had some sort of feelings.

Of course he didn’t. That was me being hopeful for something that was never going to happen. I blew it. I was alone.

The bus dropped me off and I made the long and melancholy climb up to my lonely apartment, ignoring the aching in my feet and ankles from my strappy red heels. As I climbed the last couple steps, I noticed a large figure on the floor in the hallway just to the side of my door. There was Steve, again, sitting on the floor, waiting for me. I stopped in my tracks, not at all expecting to see him there, and when he realized I had shown up, he quickly got to his feet. I couldn’t believe it, he was waiting for me, at what used to be our apartment. I slowly approached, not knowing what to say, or do, or expect, but luckily he started the conversation for me.

“Late night?” his voice was soft, like maybe he was wondering what he was doing there too.

“Hello again.” I greeted him with my keys in my hand, but I stood there staring at him instead of unlocking my door.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what time you would be getting back, and I, uh…” he trailed off and looked around the hallway. I eyed him, suspiciously.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned him.

“I, uh,” he paused again, “I paid your rent.”

“You what?” my eyes got wide and I almost dropped my keys. Surely he didn’t really pay my rent.

“After you refused to take the money, I came back here and gave it to the landlord.” He nodded as he finished. His tone sounded confident, but his body language showed he was just as uneasy as I was.

“Why would you do that?” I asked, a little louder than I meant to.

“Because I wanted to.” He finally looked me directly in the eye, and then we both fell silent again. What was there to say?

“Thank you.” I swallowed my attitude long enough to thank him, even though it left me feeling rather pathetic. It was bittersweet, I appreciated his help, although I didn’t want it. What did this mean? The thought to actually go into my apartment and get out of those shoes popped back into my head and I walked up to the door and stuck my key in the lock. “Do you…want to come in?” I offered. He wasn’t moving, which told me he didn’t have any intention of leaving, and he used to live there anyway, so what did it matter?

“Sure.” He agreed as he followed me inside.

It was awkward, but at the same time, it seemed really familiar. I tossed my keys on the tiny table and leaned against the wall while I hastily took my heels off. I groaned as the shoes finally slipped off of my feet, thank the good Lord, because my feet were killing me. It didn’t occur to me until I was almost done removing my second shoe that I was bent over in that short dress, and he was standing behind me. Oops, oh well, nothing he hadn’t seen before. I padded over into the kitchen with my bare feet, the coolness of the linoleum felt wonderful after being in those high heels for so long.

“Want a beer?” I offered him a drink.

“You don’t have rent money, but you have money for beer?” he tried to be humorous, but it wasn’t funny.

“Actually no,” I retorted as I opened the fridge and bent down to reach inside and pull out one of the beers from the bottom shelf. “You left them and I just haven’t thrown them out yet.” I gave him the honest truth. Why I had left them in there I wasn’t sure, but they proved to come in handy at that moment. After also pulling out a bottle of chilled white wine I closed the fridge with my elbow and handed him the beer. He very willingly took it and used something on his keychain to pop the top. I popped the cork out of my wine bottle and didn’t even bother looking for a glass, I took a long, refreshing pull right from the bottle, ignoring the ring of lipstick I left. He chuckled at me.

“Long day?”

“Long month.” I leaned against the counter and took another sip. He finally pressed the beer to his lips and I caught myself staring at him, not so much him, but those lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped it down, and I saw the hue of pink on his skin. He was nervous. I distracted myself with more of my wine.

“Yeah it’s been a long month.” He agreed after swallowing his drink. I know what he meant, because I meant it too. This was Steve’s way of agreeing with me, that this break up had been hard on both of us. I felt bad for him, I really did, but I felt a little worse for myself. True it had been over a month now, but this past month seemed to just be harder, like the weight of it all finally hit me, or hit us both.

“I’ll pay you back.” My voice almost didn’t make it out past my lips.

“No,” he looked down and shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well I have to give you something.”

“You did.” He smiled as he held up the lowly beer. The beer he had bought himself and left in the fridge. Such a dork.

“Is that beer worth eight hundred and fifty bucks?” I raised a brow. He laughed, and it made my tingle from head to toe.

“Actually, your landlord said the rent went up again. He said he sent out letters but judging by that pile of mail over there,” he pointed to the pile of envelopes on top of the table next to the door, the one I placed my keys on despite the growing mound of papers, “I’m guessing you didn’t get it.” I was never good at opening my mail.

“Shit.” I cursed and rolled my eyes. “How much?”

“Eight ninety-five.” He informed me.

“Damn it!” I cursed again, “Why not just make it nine hundred? Does he think he’s doing me a favor by allowing me to keep an extra five bucks?” This just added to my stress. I couldn’t even begin to figure out how I was going to afford the place by myself. I shook my head and started willing myself not to cry, but I was failing. I felt the tears welling and looked away, pressing the neck of the wine bottle against my lips but not tipping it to drink. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” My voice did little to hide the fact that I was close to breaking down.

“You could look for a roommate.” Steve offered.

“I hate having roommates.” I quickly wiped a tear away before it could tumble down my cheek.

“I know you do, and I’m sure it would be hard to find one.” He paused as he drank from his beer again, “I mean, you’re messy, you use foul language, you don’t like doing dishes…” he started rambling off a list of my not-so-great traits. I cut my eye at him, and he winked at me. What a charming jerk he was being. I scoffed and shook my head. “You might as well start looking for a house for the price of rent here.”

“Yeah a lot of good a house will do me.”

“Buy a fixer-upper, save yourself some money.”

“I can’t even hammer a nail correctly.”

“No big deal, you decorate, I’ll do all the hard work.” He spoke those words without even flinching. I knew what he was doing. He must have been planning to butter me up and somehow just slip himself back in, back into this apartment, back into my life. It should have been music to my ears, God knows I wanted him back, but how can two people move on after how badly we fell out?

“I throw your stuff off the balcony, you empty everything in the kitchen, and now we just go buy a house together like nothing ever happened?” I questioned him, now letting my tears fall as they pleased. He set his beer down and looked at me, really looked at me, like he was ready to talk from the heart.

“I know…” he started and paused to think, “I know things ended badly. And I know we can’t take back what we did, or what we said, but that doesn’t mean we can’t move forward, or start fresh.”

“So you’re saying you want me back?” I tried to lay on my usual attitude, but I wasn’t doing a good job.

“Yes, I do.” His reply had my heart singing, but it felt too good to be true.

“What changed? What happened to that pretty little piece of—”

“Would you just stop?” he interrupted me and I closed my mouth, “I’m here because of you. I miss you. I miss us. I think we can make it work…but you have to try with me. I can’t do all the heavy lifting.”

“And just like that I’m supposed to take you back?”

“Come on baby,” he called me by one of my usual pet names, “Don’t do this. Let’s just start over. Please.” His eyes were pleading with me. And something in those ocean blue eyes made me break.

“Fine.” And then I sniffled back more tears, “I’m sorry.” I wiped more tears away.

“I’m sorry too.” He matched my apology. “I’ll try harder to make more time for us. And in return, maybe you could work on your temper a bit?” he eased that last part in gently, trying not to upset me more.

“I don’t have a temper!” I raised my voice, and he raised a brow at me. Point taken. “Fine. I will.” He smiled.

“Alright…good.” He held his arms open to me, “Now come here.” I hesitated as I wiped my eyes more. He gave me a playful pout. “Please?”

I could have leaped into his arms, but I didn’t, I still had to save face for some reason. But I did walk into his arms and embraced him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me in return. God it felt amazing, it made me feel warm and safe. I missed being against his chest, and in his arms. He smelled amazing, and I breathed in his scent, deep until it filled my head. I felt him place a kiss on my forehead, another thing I missed dearly. Even though I complained that he wasn’t around enough, he made me feel adored. Perhaps I was being selfish, I knew I had to share him with the world, he was a hero, but he was my hero too, and I wanted him with me more than anything. He was right, along with my temper, it was something I would have to work on.

“So they really made you mop the floors in this dress?” his voice rumbled against my body and I chuckled a bit.

“It’s a job, I guess.” I pulled away from him slightly and looked up at his face, and he didn’t waste a second leaning in and placing his lips on mine. It was a quick and simple kiss, and it wasn’t enough to satisfy either one of us. He kissed me again, slowly, wrapping his lips around my top lip and giving me goosebumps. “Does this mean,” he kissed me again, “I can quit?”

“Now I didn’t say that.” He teased me before kissing me again, this time with more heat and more vigor. The butterflies in my stomach turned into heat that slowly seeped all over my body. I was such a sucker for the way he kissed me, that damn mouth of his was my kryptonite. “But maybe you could leave this dress for different occasions. It’s not a work dress.” And he leaned in to kiss me again, but this time I surprised him with a little tongue, touching it to his bottom lip before sucking on him, and he groaned a bit.

“I thought you said it looks good on me.” The words rushed out, as if I was trying to race against the heat that was taking over my entire body, I was already growing wetter by the second.

“Oh it does,” he purred against my lips as he let his hands slip down onto my ass, and he gave me a firm squeeze, “But it would look much better on the floor.” I took the opportunity to make fun of his cheesy line by pulling myself away from his lips and playfully gasping at him.

“Captain Rogers!” I lightheartedly scolded him, “You don’t usually talk to women like that.” And I innocently slapped at his chest.

“It’s been a while, alright?” he gave me an exasperated look, and then he grit his teeth and looked me up and down again. “Now take off this dress.” He spoke through gritted teeth, almost demanding that I strip. The way he was looking at me was telling me he was in need, and I couldn’t deny I needed it too. I walked out of his arms, giving him a playful glare. I had something he wanted, and I was going to use it to my advantage. I leaned against the opposite counter, turned and pushed my ass out to him while I drank more of my wine.

“I don’t care much for make-up sex.” I announced to him.

“Oh, for God’s sake.” He huffed as he rushed up behind me and pinched my left cheek, making me squeal. “Such a tease.” And then his hand found the zipper on the back of my dress and he yanked it down without an ounce of grace.

As soon as the fabric fell away from my shoulders, he had his mouth on me again. His kisses were warm and wet, the smacking sound his lips made when they left my skin fell onto my ears and made me even wetter. His large hands hastily shoved the dress further down and off of my body, causing it to fall at my feet, exposing me in nothing more than my matching silk panties. His hungry, opened mouth kisses were replaced with a sharp bite at my neck, and I jumped.

“Hey!” I complained about his roughness.

“A little payback for throwing my stuff off the balcony.” He breathed into my ear as his hands roamed all over me, his fingers reading my skin and goosebumps like it was braille.

I moaned and rolled my head back onto him, God it felt good. And then his fingers grazed up my torso, onto my breasts, where he gave me another firm squeeze and pulled me back against his chest. He gave me another wet kiss on my neck. I wanted to snap something back at him for his little payback quip, but my brain was too preoccupied on what his mouth was doing to me. As if that wasn’t enough, his fingers found my hardening nipples and he starting to roll and pinch them. The need seared through my veins and shot straight down to my womanhood, and my inner muscles clenched, needing attention, needing to be filled. I moaned and puffed out my chest, aching for more attention. His fingers didn’t cease on my poor aching buds, and his lips and teeth kept working on my neck and shoulder, the chill of the air on my naked skin combined with his work and had me squirming.

When he felt satisfied with his work, he released my pert nipples and slid his hands down my body again, his fingers found their way to that magic spot between my thighs, and he rubbed me through the silk. I moaned again and started squirming more, I hated how slow he was going, and I knew he was more than ready to get to the good part, I could feel his erection pressed against the back of me. I spun around to face him and was met by his hot mouth again, it was fierce and forceful on mine, claiming my mouth and the air from my lungs. I bit his bottom lip, testing him, telling him I still had my power. He upped the ante by dropping to his knees and laying a wanton kiss on my pelvis before gripping my panties between his pretty white teeth, and he slowly, seductively, pulled them down my legs. The feeling of his hot breath and teeth tracing down my body made me shiver from head to toe, and my fingers found their way into his golden hair upon his trip back up my body. With the little strength I had against his, he allowed me to keep him on his knees with his mouth hovering in front of my soaking pussy. He read my mind, but instead of staying down on his knees, he slid his hands back up to my ass and swiftly picked me up as he stood, and set me down gently on the counter I was leaning against. His hands gripped my thighs and he forced my legs open, exposing my sex to him in full view.

“Hungry?” I tempted him further.

“Starving.” He growled at me without taking his eyes off of the prize. He licked his lips before ducking his head down and getting to business.

He placed the flat of his tongue against my lips and drew one long, slow drag up my lips. A few more laps of his tongue had me moaning, until he used the tip of his tongue to flick my clit, then I was practically singing. He continued to pluck at my nerves, making my muscles contract and relax, sending me closer and close to the edge. I puffed, and moaned, and mewled as he drew tiny circles around my tiny button. My fingers gripped his blonde hair tightly and held him in place, begging for him to keep going. He sucked my clit between his lips and my hips started bucking against his face, God his mouth was so amazing. I felt him slip a single digit into me without any resistance, and I moaned his name. After thrusting his finger once or twice, he slipped another one in while simultaneously flicking his tongue on me again. The delight continued to grow when his two fingers began to massage my g-spot, sending me further and further into ecstasy.

“Oh God…” I moaned and pushed on his head more. I wanted more, needed more, of him, of what he was doing to me. His free hand reached up and played with my right breast, finding my nipple and tweaking it again. The sensation from his fingers and the tingling I was getting from his mouth met in my core. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come.” I whined at him, begging for that sweet release. But he pulled his mouth and fingers off of me, denying me from my growing climax. I groaned, “Come on! Don’t stop.”

“Not yet, baby.” He panted to me as he started to undo his belt and fly. This part was almost like getting a gift on your birthday. His fingers moved quickly but ineptly, his eagerness getting the best of him. “I need to be inside you.” His pants dropped and he lifted his shirt, showing off his hard rod, stiff, veiny and waiting to be shoved deep inside of me. It practically made my mouth water, seeing the length, the girth, the pink head. I bit my lip playfully and giggled at him.

“Is that for me?” teasing him always made him more assertive, more aggressive, which was just what I wanted.

“You know you missed it.” His low voice rumbled back at me as he lined up and positioned himself. The head of his dick rested against my wet folds only for a quick moment, and then he pushed inside, slowly and deliberately, making sure I felt every inch of him. My greedy cunt quivered as it stretched to accommodate him, his size was greater than the toy I had been using in his absence.

“Fuuuuuck…” I moaned as he buried himself inside of me completely. The tip of his dick hit my cervix in a way that was both painful and delectable. Full of need and lust I reached out and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine again for a wet, messy kiss. He expertly adjusted me on top of the counter, putting me in the optimal position to be rammed into. “I missed you.” I breathed to him after my lips released his, and he started thrusting into me. No time was wasted on starting off slow, he got right to setting a good rhythm.

“I missed you too.” He returned my heartfelt words, perhaps a little misplaced since we were getting down to the good part. I watched his face contort as he squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of my pussy on him.

“I bet you missed this pussy.” Dirty talk either got him going harder or annoyed him, both of which I enjoyed. When he ignored me and kept thrusting I decided to play with him a little harder. “That’s really why you came back, right?” The look of absolute pleasure disappeared from his face and he cut his eye at me, and I giggled at him.

“Alright,” he gripped my legs tightly and pulled me closer, effectively shoving himself deeper inside me until there was nothing left to take, and I gave a little yelp. “Enough of that.” He told me he was done with my brashness.

The familiar sound of his pelvis crashing into me fell upon the kitchen as he started to truly fuck me for the first time in a what felt like a long time. First, I had no words, no voice, and not even any breath left in my lungs from his quickness. He grunted and smirked to himself, this was how he liked it, he loved giving it to me so good that there was nothing for me to say. Eventually I thought to breathe, but the air quickly left me again in the form of a pathetic whine. My toy couldn’t compete with the pure masculine power of the super soldier pounding into me. I gasped and mewled again, and he gave a quick “Mmhmm” with a rather cocky nod. My orgasm wasn’t taking long to build, and I could feel my face starting to flush. The feeling of his clothes brushing against my bare skin only added fuel to the flame. This man came back to claim me and he was doing just that. It wasn’t long until I started sounding like some chick in a porno, squealing, moaning and practically hiccupping with pleasure.

“Oh my God…” I droned as I felt my muscles tightening. I was so close, but still wanted more.

“Touch yourself.” His voice commanded me, only shaking slightly from the swift and powerful pounding of his hips. He knew I what I wanted to do. I followed his command and my free hand found my clit, buzzing from what he was doing to me and still echoing the pleasure from his mouth. I rubbed in small circles, inadvertently applying pressure when his pelvis collided with my fingers. I was as good as gone at that point.

“Steve I’m gonna come.” I confessed while panting, the pleasure hitting me so good I swear I had tears welling in my eyes.

“I know you are.” His breathy voice was still low, but it sounded like he was close too. The way my pussy was gripping him, he couldn’t be that far behind. “So stop being so stubborn and come.” He demanded.

Forget talking dirty, I loved when he took charge of me, of my body, and it always did the trick. I went shooting off like a rocket as my orgasm came sweeping over me. I squealed his name over and over again as I trembled, my muscles clamped down on him so hard that I couldn’t believe he was still thrusting into me so sharply. He barely missed a beat. My nails dug into the back of his neck as almost every muscle in my body contracted, I was sure I had marked his skin. But he did not complain, instead he grunted and groaned as he found his own orgasm, chasing the tail of mine. He opened his mouth and let a loud shout escape him while he held onto me, keeping himself buried deep as he painted my inner walls with is hot cum. I watched his face relax as he panted and slowly came down from his high, his hot breath hitting my face and mixing with the air rushing in and out of my lungs just the same. I blinked, and I swear I saw stars somewhere off in the distance.

“Okay,” I breathed out heavily, “I might actually like make-up sex.” He chuckled and put his fevered forehead against mine.

“Should we christen the place all over again?” he questioned me, letting me know he could keep going. I honestly wasn’t sure if I could keep up, but that wasn’t about to stop me.

The End

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gjnnypotter · 5 years

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Looks like I’ve coughed up another oneshot witten at 3 in the morning. I was in the mood to celebrate my favourite bro-tp, Harry and Ron. Strong language ahead. Enjoy :)

“Harry I’m bored.”

“You’ve said.”

“No, I’m bored.”

“I know Ron.”

“Let’s go and do something.”

“Pardon?”

“I said let’s go and do something - anything - I don’t care what - before I go crazy!”

“But your mum said-“

“I know what she said, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her.”

The sun was setting on the Burrow. It was a pleasantly warm evening for July, not too hot but certainly not cold. Harry and Ron were lounging out in the garden, hidden from Mrs Weasley’s worried eyes behind a clump of trees. The Battle had been a mere few months ago and Mrs Weasley was still concerned about the pair of them leaving the confines of house after night had fallen - and rightfully so. There had been many threats made against Harry’s life by a bunch of rogue death eaters out for revenge, and Molly had strictly forbidden them from leaving the safety the Burrow’s wards offered. They were both of age though, adults, so she couldn’t really keep them there against their will - but the thought of causing her any unnecessary worry made Harry squirm with guilt.

“I’m not sure.” Harry said, running a nervous hand through his hair while glancing back at the house.

“Come on it’ll be fine!” Ron stood up and threw is hands in the air in a placating gesture. He paced over to Harry and stood over him, offering out a hand that Harry grudgingly took. He straightened up and looked over his shoulder again to the Burrow, where he knew Mrs Weasley would be settling down for the night. He bit his lip and sighed, before nodding at Ron.

“If she finds out, I’m blaming you.”

Ron smiled and shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s fine by me.”

“Where are we going then?”

“You’ll see.” Ron started walking to the gate where they would be able to apparate from. Harry was by his side. He couldn’t help but feel bad for going against the promise he made to Mrs Weasley, but the thought of being able to go out and enjoy himself with Ron for a few hours made him grin with anticipation.

The months since the Battle hadn’t been easy for anyone, but Harry was having a particularly hard time of it. He would wake up screaming and on more than one occasion he had forgotten to put up a silencing charm and ended up waking the entire house. He found himself becoming caught up in his memories at the most random and inconvenient times. Slipping into flashbacks while at the dinner table, seeing a flash of green light speeding towards him in a forest clearing. Even looking after Teddy was taking its toll on him, as every time he looked into the baby’s eyes all he could see was Remus looking back at him. It made him feel some semblance of pity for the people who knew his own mother, he understood now how taxing looking him in the eye must have been.

However now was not the time for sorrow. So when Ron offered his arm, Harry grasped it with a trepidatious smile. The tight squeezing sensation of apparition only lasted for a few seconds, but he was grateful when it was over. Harry could hear loud shouts in the distance before he opened his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Where the hell are we?”

“Middlesbrough”

“Ok,” Harry said slowly, “Care to tell me why we’re in Middlesbrough?”

“We are here, my dear friend, to get you well and truly pissed.” Ron said, clapping Harry on the back as he steered him out of the dark alleyway they appeared in, out onto the busy street ahead of them.

The street was lined with small shops and a couple of pubs that were packed full to the brim. People were spilling out of the door, craning their heads to see something inside. They were chanting, but what they were chanting Harry couldn’t make out for the life of him.

“Merlin, is it normally this busy?” Ron shouted into Harry’s ear as they pushed past the crowds of enthusiastic muggles spilling out of the door of a pub called O’Connells.

“How should I know? I’ve never been here before have I?” Harry said while weaving through the throngs of people to get to the bar.

“Fair enough. There must be some sort of event on. Reminds me of the Leakey when there’s a Quidditch match on the wireless. George recommended this place to me, said he came here with Angelina once and it was nice and - sorry!” Ron hastily apologised after knocking straight into dejectedly pissed off looking muggle in a yellow and green shirt. The man glared at Ron before turning back to look at a small television screen perched in the corner of the pub. Harry followed the mans gaze to the screen and realised with a slight groan why the crowds were so large.

“Of all the nights you want to get drunk in a bar that’s not the Leakey, you just had to choose this one?” Harry hissed into Ron’s ear while pointing up at the screen. Ron stared at the screen in amazement before turning excitedly back to Harry.

“What is that? That is incredible! Is that the thing you told me about back in sixth year - a feletision?”

“Television.”

“Right, that’s what I said.”

“Mmhhm, so it was.” Harry arched an eyebrow in amusement.

“What is it showing? Looks like that crazy game Dean is always going on about.”

“Crazy game, lad?” A middle aged man turned to face the pair of them, his beer tipping precariously in his hand as he swivelled round, almost splashing the drink over his blue strip. “You can’t be from around these parts. That right there-“ he pointed passionately at the TV “- is the World Cup final. Brazil against France. Biggest game in four years, you boys should be glad you ain’t missing it!” the man spoke with a hearty grin and a lofty expression, he reminded Harry distinctly of Slughorn.

“I’ll just get the drinks then, shall I?” He didn’t wait for Ron’s response and instead pushed past a couple of people to get to the bar, leaving Ron to discuss the foreign matter of Football with the kind faced muggle. Harry waved the bartender over and received a rather pitying look from the young woman. She smiled with a pained expression.

“This your first time here? I can tell - you look awfully flustered. I get it, don’t worry. My colleagues and I drew straws to see who would all work tonight, and low behold I drew a short one. That’s just my luck.” She shook her head and sighed dramatically, causing Harry to grin slightly. “God I’m sorry! Here I am blethering - what can I get you?”

“I’ll just have two pints please, that’d be great.” Harry had to shout so he could be heard over the noise of the crowd shouting at the players in the screen to “just pass the bloody ball already!”

“Sure thing.” The bartender handed him two full glasses that Harry awkwardly paid for and carried back to the spot he and Ron had claimed as their own. Ron’s face lit up as he saw Harry weave his way back towards him.

“Harry! Thanks mate-“ Harry handed him his glass and watched on smirking as Ron chugged down half of his drink in one go. Ron wiped the froth from his face with his arm, the glow from the TV giving him a green tinge, “- listen, this muggle tele thing is brilliant! Imagine if we had that back at the Burrow, actually getting to see a Quidditch game instead of just listening to it! We should get George on it once the shop gets going properly again.” Ron closed his eyes and sighed with a blissful smile before peeling one eye open to see Harry laughing at him.

“What’re you laughing at? It’s a great-“ but Ron was cut off by half of the pub erupting in cheers and whistles, while the other half scoffed and shouted profanities to nobody in particular. The noise was deafening, people were waving their blue scarves in the air and were punching their drinks up in victory. The man reminiscent of Slughorn spun round on his heel, a look of sheer joy gracing his features, to face Harry and Ron and he slapped them both of the back - hard. Ron snorted as Harry stumbled slightly, sloshing his drink down his front.

Harry had never seen anything like the scenes in front of him before. The noise in the pub was deafening as the commentator screamed out that the score was now two nil to France. Even the Brazilian fans in the pub grudgingly wore looks of awe at the goal that had just been scored. He had been to the Quidditch World Cup final in the summer before his forth year, and the atmosphere there was similar to the one here - however the muggle environment, no major threats to worry about and the fact he was in a pub with his best mate made this final feel just that bit more intimate.

He looked to his side and saw Ron with one of the biggest smiles Harry had ever seen on his face, and so Harry couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed by his soaking t-shirt. He was beginning relax his previously tense stature as he began to feel more comfortable in this new environment, and seeing Ron chug down his pint while being egged on by the chants of the muggles around him made the last thread of worry Harry had disappear.

Hell, what is there to loose?

Harry caught Ron’s eye and tossed down what was left of his drink, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly in satisfaction at his friends approving look.

Ron nodded his head, laughing, he slapped Harry on the back, “That’s more like it! I’ll get the next round.”

Ron got the next round, and the round after that and Harry the fourth along with one after. By the time they had finished their fifth round, Ron’s goal in getting Harry pissed had been achieved. Well and truly achieved.

The pair of them each had one arm each slung round the others shoulders, their free hand grasping a tall glass that was filled precariously to the brim. Harry’s cheeks were flushed and he was leaning heavily on Ron. He seemed to be having a slightly harder time coping with the drink than his gangly friend. Harry took another swig of his drink, however it was then that one of the Brazilian players were fouled.

Harry choked as Ron hollered abuse at the referee, flapping his hands wildly in fury and he accidentally elbowed Harry in the ribs.

“Oi! You lousy ref! He barely touched him! Merlin’s saggy left-“

“What he said! He barely toush-t- touched him,” Harry shouted, gesturing with his glass towards the game while looking to Ron, “what a joke! Is this a joke? Imagine if they were this biased in Quid- what? Don’t shush me like that I was speaking! That’s just rude.” Harry’s expression melted into one of exaggerated hurt as he removed his arm from around Ron’s shoulders and clutched his chest as if he were genuinely in pain.

Ron - who himself was only slightly less drunk than Harry looked horrified. He grasped Harry’s shoulder and squeezed it hard, looking straight into his eyes.

“I’m so sorry. That was mean of me.”

“It’s ok, I forgive you.”

“Thank you for your forgiveness.”

“It was no problem,” Harry gave Ron a hearty pat on the back and a wider than normal smile before draining the rest of his glass in one long chug.

The match was nearing its end and the French supporters were all going riot, while the Brazilian fans watched on with the hope that their team could score 2 more goals in 5 minutes - a feat that they knew was unlikely. Most of the pubs occupants were completely hammered, those in blue singing a drunken rendition of ‘We are the Champions’ while receiving disgruntled glares from those in yellow and green. Ron was completely immersed in the game as if he were watching the Canons play.

“Come on Goovash you glorious bastard.”

He hollered to the screen while linking arms with a tall blonde muggle who was standing just next to him.

“It’s pronounced Guivarch.” She turned to smirk at him, unwinding her arm from his as she did so.

“S’wat I said, isn’t it Harry?”

“Hmm? Oh right, yeah - that’s what he said.”

“Oh?” she nodded sceptically, “I don’t suppose you know what position he plays then?” She challenged them, crossing her arms and

Ron looked thoughtful for a moment, “don’t suppose he’s a-“ He made an inappropriate gesture with his hands “-kind of guy by any chance?” He asked seriously while Harry dissolved into giggles beside him.

The French-stripped girl looked torn between looking disgusted or amused, so she settled for shaking her head slightly and muttering, “so immature,” under her breath, the corners of her mouth twitching as she spun on her heel back round to watch the match with her friends.

Ron, meanwhile looked baffled.

“What was that all about? She asked a question and I answered it!”

Harry opened his mouth, about to reply with a sarcastic comment, when suddenly the hoards of muggles around them erupted in excited shouts.

“Come on, Come on, Come on Zidane you beautiful bast-.”

“Yes boys, go on-“

Hands were covering mouths.

Fingers were tangled in hair. Fists were clenched round glasses of bitter.

Harry had his eyes fixed on the game. He reached out blindly to his side, arm waving through the air until he eventually found Ron’s hand and grabbed it - pulling his best mate closer to him in anticipation. Ron clutched back, his grip unyielding.

On the screen, they could see a small player in blue zip towards the goals - kicking a small white ball that went streaking into the back of the net.

“ZIDANE I LOVE YOU YOU GORGEO-“

“Get the fuck in there!“

“C’MON BOYS!”

Drinks were flung into the air, and the frazzled bar staff couldn’t do anything to prevent the alcohol from raining down upon both the people and the floor. Harry and Ron punched their drinks into the air, Ron hollering joyous expletives to anyone who would listen and Harry drunkenly professing his love towards the French team.

It was then that the final whistle blew and the large crowd slowly began to file out onto the street, vacating the cramped pub. The sun had set, leaving a dark dusky pink sky behind. Chants could be heard echoing down the street as the elated muggles made their way home, most of them tripping over themselves as they stumbled away.

Harry was leaning heavily on Ron as they ambled back to the alleyway they had appeared in. He caught his foot on the kerb as they crossed the road from the pub to the opposite pavement, causing himself to stagger slightly. Muttering intelligibly under his breath he straightened up again, cursing all the way.

“Please remind me to thank George for telling me ‘bout this place. That was brilliant, I chose I good night to be bored!” Ron exclaimed at an unnaturally high volume as both he and Harry turned into the dark side alley.

“Don’t try and pretend you knew that football game was going to be on, you barely knew what it even was before tonight.” Harry slurred slightly, however he has basically shouting when compared to Ron’s loud rambling. His hair was damp and sticky from the beer he had thrown into the air, and his shirt was still sodden from when the Slughorn-esque muggle had hammered him on the back making him . But in spite of this, he was feeling as light as a feather - like nothing could drag him down from his current residency on cloud nine. It was as if the sound dial on all of his worries and fears had been turned down to mute for the first time in months, maybe even years. There was no weight left to weigh down his shoulders.

It was a truly wonderful feeling.

Harry shifted slightly to face the drunken Weasley next to him as Ron shook his head, hair flying and sending little drops of alcohol in every direction, while looking sheepish at Harry’s last comment. An immense surge of gratitude rose up from deep within Harry, and before he knew it - he had opened his mouth.

“I’m glad you were bored this evening, and thank you bringing me here - guess Middlesbrough isn’t as shit as I thought it would be. Your mum’ll be fuming if she ever finds out about this, but I don’t mind-“ Harry put his hands on Ron’s shoulders, eyes shining as he spoke in a slow and emotional tone, “-because if it weren’t for you I would be dead - literally. I’d still be at the bottom of that bloody pond. I don’t know what I’d do if I’m honest. Thanks for sitting with me on that compartment mate, you’re the best brother I could ask for - Merlin, don’t tell George I said that, he’ll take the piss out of me. Oh and thanks for sticking with me last year, the last seven years really. I wouldn’t’ve blamed you if you decided to bugger of and be pals with someone with a less demanding lifestyle than mine.”

Ron only looked slightly baffled before he put his own hands back on Harry’s shoulders. “T’was and tis my pleasure my dear Harry. You know us Weasley’s, we stick together. I couldn’t just leave my brother could I?” They looked at each other for a moment before stepping forwards and sharing a hug, something they didn’t do often - but it felt right.

The pair of them broke apart as the streetlight above them flickered on weakly, casting a dull orange glow over them. Ron held out an arm to Harry, whose glasses were slightly squint and were reflecting the light from above them.

“Guess we should head back before Mum realises we’re gone, eh?” Harry grinned at Ron’s nervous smile and nodded, grasping Ron’s arm.

“Yeah, that would be a good idea. D’you think she’ll have noticed?”

Ron glanced quickly behind him to assure that no one was looking at them from the street, before he shrugged his shoulders.

“Nah, I think we should be good.”

They disappeared with a crack.

#harry potter #hp #hp fanfiction #harry potter oneshot #gjnnypotter fic #gjnnypotter #Harry and Ron #Harry and Ron bro-tp #bromance #i’m so sleep deprived aha #this was spewed out of my exhausted brain

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