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...gulping down the remains of the whiskey he had left—still good. ...Xanxus took another gulp of the whiskey at hand. The answer to Hibari...— Xanxus drank more of the whiskey. More and more and more, ...that he agreed. He threw the whiskey bottle to Hibari's side of... dripping alcohol. "There's your whiskey," Xanxus said flatly, anger bubbling,... gratitude." They were never the type to say thank you, not ...

..., no laugh lines, no one’s walk is a little uneven because their hip aches, no one’s hands are callused. Heaven doesn’t know the beauty of a thing just this side of broken. In his whiskey haze, watching Ellen cross the room in measured steps, taking care not to sway on her feet, Castiel ponders the idea that maybe Heaven needs saving as badly as Earth does – that maybe there are things ...

Fic: To Reign In Hell (9/?)

..., and he just barely bothered to kick off his boots before he slid under the comforter, curling onto his side to face the wall. He felt the bed sink as Cas sat down beside him, a somewhat fresh whiskey bottle in one hand and the remote in the other. Dean sighed, rolled over and his back and nudged Cas in the side, carefully. “You really gonna do this?” “As opposed to…?” “Sleep. You know, ...

Fic: Collateral Damage (3/?)

... to do, trapped inside his own body like this. He couldn’t reach in his jacket for some whiskey, couldn’t throw anything, couldn’t pull out the keys and go slide into the Impala and drive until ...his tongue brush against the lip of the metal, tasting a hint of what he craved just before the whiskey burned across his tongue. He lowered it slow, handed it back and felt his hand burn when their fingers...

Crave the Dark Illusions 2/3 (Supernatural)

... resignation and disappointment. Had the drug kicked in, he could have enjoyed this. The cowboy wasn’t his usual type, but he had an attractive innocence to him. And Dean’d never have admitted it to Sam, but before ...of a way to try this but still avoid the weirdness. They had beer in the mini fridge. Probably some whiskey left in Dean’s bag. He could get Sam drunk, just a bit, enough so he’d relax ...

Emily and JJ at the Hospital

... added. "Come inside, we can at least get coffee from the vending machine. Even if it's whiskey-free coffee." JJ snorted. "I need to call his family," she muttered as they headed into the ER. ... placed her purse underneath the straight backed chair since she figured Emily had been suffering enough in that type chair while waiting with Reid. She took advantage of the sink in the room to once again ...

Happy Hump Day!

...: "Forbidden Fruit") Word Count: 100 Dean often wondered what she tasted like now. Cherry lips. Chocolate eyes. Whiskey skin. A body like sin. He thought she should be something more exotic like dragon fruit. Or passion fruit, but Parvati wasn't that type of girl. Not anymore. He finally discovered again how his friend, former lover, tasted. He discovered in a ...

oh what a lovely sound

... if I made it Ireland: Country of Hilarious Leprechauns Singing "Well, I'll Paint Your House For A Whiskey, But Be Careful: I Just Might Steal The Ladder." (More on this when I get to Pierson.) I ... maybe three Irish eyai, which is a little small for a revolution on their own. ...I realize as I type this that I never explained why Roisin and Prerna became smugglers. Jesus Christ! That used to be a ...

...it. In this case, however, it feels like more clearcut acts of laziness. Well, no, I meant to type "acts of cowardice," but the fingers betrayed me. Okay, but it's hard to call "lazy." I ... magic of "out." It's just that, yes, the wonderfully chemical joys of a bottle of cheap whiskey and a deep dish pizza are irrepressible, lacking even negotiation of or complications to another person as in sex ...

Tim McIlrath Challenge

... world!? Why are you even talking to me!? I can't be your type!" Tim blurted out. "And you know exactly what type of MEN I like, Professor Socialist Straightedge Guy? You ARE multi talented. Jesus Christ, ...the point where I'd normally be asking you to meet me sometime for whiskey and a steak...." "Tea and hummus?" Tim said hopefully as Brian pretended to ...