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All The Things I Did (Interlude): The One Thing I've Been Wanting

a/n: wow oh wow i think you guys are going to love this one. another mini novel featuring all the emotions and filth you could ever ask for. john and cass have their formal wedding in south carolina that he always promised her they would. a few little easter eggs in there i hope you guys want to scream at me about. hope you all enjoy, happy reading and love you endlessly!

warning: smut

In May 1946, almost one year to the day that John Egan hung an American flag in the middle of Germany, he was sat in a plush hotel room in Charleston, South Carolina looking at a photo of himself in a smattering of local newspapers and even The New York Times. Locally it was the front page, nationally a column right in the economics section. The headlines ranged from proclamations of a fairytale come true to rumors on how the match would affect the valuation of the Cooper empire.

He liked the picture they had all chosen though. It was from a photocall Mrs. Cooper had insisted they do just last week. Cass had worn a beautiful forest green skirt and white silk blouse, her smile perfectly measured across her face. There had been a bit of commotion over what John should wear. He wasn’t set to pin on Lieutenant Colonel until June and the communications team had proposed stalling the wedding until his new rank could be proudly displayed in the photographs. Might I politely remind you he is already my husband. If you make me wait one second longer to appease people with this party you will not enjoy the sight was how Cass chose to handle it. In this setting, one completely new and foreign to the boy from Manitowoc, he was entirely reliant on her to guide him.

In the final image, she was looking at the camera but he was looking at her. It was fitting. He was merely a planet orbiting around her sun. He looked stricken by her beauty and nothing could have been closer to the truth.

“Come in,” he called at the knock on the door. He folded the paper and tossed it onto the coffee table.

“You about ready to get out there? Don’t want Spook thinking you ran away.” Gale clicked the door closed and stood watching his friend. “You’re nervous.” It was a statement rather than a question.

“I don’t know why. I’ve been married to her for almost three years. Today is just a societal formality.” Marrying in secret in London was not how women like Cass were supposed to carry themselves, according to her mother. If no one was there to see it then they wouldn’t believe it. “Just…what if something changes?”

“What if something changes? Bucky, you two are still going to be the same people tonight as you were this morning. You’re still going to love the wits out of that girl just like she loves the wits out of you.” John stood and started to pace around the room.

“I know that. I know how I feel and how she feels won’t change but it’s now so formal. And there’s an audience and my wedding is in The Times, Buck, the goddamn Times!”

“The photo did look wonderful,” Gale pointed out as he nodded towards the papers on the table. “Your wife doesn’t need all this if you don’t want it, John. I am pretty certain that girl would run away with you to a farm out West if you asked her to.”

“No,” he shook his head, “all of this is good to be sure she is always provided for. When we have kids, they won’t want for anything.” Wealth like this was almost unmoveable during the Depression. John had been in college for the worst of it. Had seen the toll it took on his family and the people around them. Cass and he could make sure their kids never had to worry about that.

“When and not if, huh?”

“Buck, you of all people should know we aren’t exactly celibate.” Gale didn’t need the reminder. All too often he had found himself pleading for a moment of respite with the two of them. It didn’t matter when or where, he would run out of fingers and toes trying to count the sanctified places those two had breached. “She’s going to be the best mother.”

“And you’re going to be the best father.” John and Cass had spent the past year filling in all the blanks their time apart had forced upon them. They had gone to Wyoming for Gale and Marge’s wedding and not a single incident had occurred. It was as if John had never gotten on a plane to avenge Gale that day. They were so in love they talked about having a baby in nine months, talked about the perfect house to raise them in. Talked about names and nursery colors.

But then they had gone to visit his family in Wisconsin. And something had snapped. All the anger they had hidden from each other in the name of surviving the cold German winter had bubbled to the surface viciously. All the anger he had harbored towards her for putting herself in danger would not lay dormant any longer. Anger that every night when he closed his eyes he had prayed to keep his wife safe, that John could take any pain as long as she was spared, and she had negated it all without a thought. Anger that she had wasted almost two years of her life running herself ragged to maintain their relationship and he had been able to do nothing in return. Anger that no matter the horrors he had inflicted upon people, the horrors of Stalag Luft that kept him up at night, the horrors of not knowing who you were looking at in the mirror, that she didn’t find someone better.

“Buck, I’m sorry you weren’t there the first time Cass and I did this. But I am happy you’re here for this one. I couldn’t ask for a better best man.” John pulled him into a hug, clapping his back a few times.

“I only agreed to see you cry when you get a glimpse of her.”

“Yeah? You’ve seen her?” She had put him under strict orders that he was not to see her the morning of their wedding. Had even made John sleep by himself. He was missing her desperately at this point.

“She said the dress was a family heirloom. You didn’t manage to sneak out a parachute?” John blushed and looked at his feet.

“You’ll make fun of me if I tell you.” He had. They had just agreed to save it for a more special occasion.

“Not on your wedding day.”

“Cass had the idea that it might make a nice christening gown one day.” Wait until Marge hears how John Egan has gone all domestic on us Gale thought with a smile. “Did she get the gift I left for her?” It was a silver locket, the date and a note that simply said I love you and his name on the back, a photo of the two of them in Wyoming neatly placed inside.

“It’s her something new,” Gale answered. Her dress was something old, her mother’s diamond headband something borrowed and she had taken the time to stitch her favorite line from Blue Skies inside her skirt in blue thread. Gale cleared his throat. “She told me to pass along that you would get your gift from her…tonight.” All the girls had giggled furiously when Cass had asked him to pass along the message. There couldn’t have been a better man for the job.

“I think her asking you to tell me that is a gift all in itself, Buck.”

----

Cass was sat in front of the vanity mirror, admiring how her new necklace looked with a smile. She had already married John, had been through more life with him than any other couple she knew, but the prospect of the day still had butterflies in her stomach. It was the kind of day that flitted across her dreams as she had grown up. Wondering what kind of dress she would wear. What the ring on her hand would look like. Who would be waiting for her at the end of the aisle. Never before would she have pictured a man like John Egan but now not a day went by where she didn’t think of him and was waiting for both of them at the end of that aisle.

“Ma’am, all the guest have been seated and Major Egan is making his way to the altar in-”

“I’d like to see him.” Maybe that was what she needed to calm her nerves. Some needed whiskey or cigarettes but she just needed John. “He doesn’t need to see me, I just need to see him.”

And that was how, on his way to walk down the aisle, he was dragged into a room and told to sit patiently while the woman in charge of ensuring this entire wedding went off without a hitch, tied black fabric over his eyes.

“Is this really necessary?” he asked once his vision was completely obscured.

“Yes. Mrs. Egan requested it.” Gale sighed as the woman used Cass’ new last name. It always opened the door to something unscrupulous.

“Mrs. Egan,” John repeated with a wicked grin. “Mrs. Cassandra Ann Egan. My wife.” He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had asked Cass to write her new name for him just so he could relish in how it looked. How naturally her wrist and fingers moved to draft the letters. It was spectacularly wonderful and he was addicted.

“Gale? Is he successfully blinded yet?” Cass was getting impatient on the other side of the bedroom door. She could hear her husband and she could feel him. It was like torture not being able to see him or touch him.

“Spook?” John got up and turned in the direction of her voice, his shins colliding with a coffee table almost instantly. “Motherfucker!”

“I’m giving you two…” Gale ran through the numbers in his head. He had seen the feral acts the two of them were capable of committing in less than five minutes. Anything more than thirty seconds seemed like they would be consummating a marriage that hadn’t happened yet. “Forget it. You two wouldn’t listen to me anyways. Just remember your parents are right outside!” Gale escorted the planner out and shut the door behind him, a stillness settling over the suite.

“Cass, baby, they’re gone. Can I take this-”

“Absolutely not!” Her voice was no longer muffled as she opened the door and took in the sight of him. Her beautiful, handsome man. Hers and hers alone. The man she had fought for and lived for and loved every day no matter how treacherous. “We have done absolutely nothing the traditional way. Let me have this, please?” John never was too good at denying her anything.

“Fine, then let me have a kiss at least.” Cass gathered her skirt with a small giggle as he stood there awaiting her with his arms open. She pecked him quickly and he leaned forward in a chase for more. “I’m dying, Cass. You didn’t let me see you after dinner last night and now you’re right here in front of me and I can just tell you look heaven sent and now you want to tease me?”

“I’m just so happy right now, Johnny.” Now that name only fell from her lips when the emotions in her chest were too much to even say his name. Whether she was sad or angry or blinded by happiness. He had gotten so used to hearing John that anything different locked him in on a dime.

“I’m happy, too. Get to marry you all over again.” He felt a little better when her hands rested on his chest, his wrapping around her waist and pulling her as close as he could. His palms could feel lace until her hips and then silk. Maybe a bow at the top of her skirt. “I love you, Cass. Making things grandly official today won’t change anything about us. We’ll still sing as loud as we can in the car and share ice cream on the beach and count stars when we can’t fall asleep.” Her soul warmed when he said the exact words she had needed to hear, not knowing how John had ached with the need to say them.

“Those sound like the vows you should be saving for later.”

“I can think of a thousand ways to vow to love you forever, don’t you worry.” She indulged him in a proper kiss then, careful not to mess his perfectly coiffed curls and John restraining himself from tearing at the buttons going up her spine. Everything felt heightened, John unable to anticipate her next move with the fabric covering his eyes.

“What did I do to deserve you?” she asked softly as she knocked her nose against his. “You are so beautiful, inside and out, and intellectual and selfless and meet all my weaknesses with strength...”

“Sounds like a soulmate,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to do forever with you.”

“We deserve it, my love.”

----

John held his breath as he waited at the altar, all eyes on him as everyone waited for the orchestra to begin playing as a signal of Cass’ arrival. He fiddled with the front of his jacket, ensuring it was straight and smooth, smiling when he caught Olivia and Jill giggling at him from their spots across from him.

“Your sister is trying to kill me with anticipation,” he whisper-yelled.

“She’ll make it worth your time, Major,” Olivia teased. Buck clapped John on the shoulders just as the first notes of the Bridal Chorus began to sing through the grove of Spanish Moss trees.

“Here we go,” Gale said lovingly. Everyone stood and John breathed deeply as Cass’ niece, Jessie, slowly walked down the aisle with a shy grin, tossing rose petals as she did. Her brother Sammy was next to her, two silver rings on a plush pillow in his grip. John squatted down to be at their level as they approached.

“Thank you, princess. You look so pretty.” Jessie threw her arms around him as best she could.

“Thank you, Uncle John.” She ran off to take her seat by her father just as she’d been instructed to at the rehearsal.

“Sir.” Sammy summoned all seven years of stature he had in him to stand at attention.

“At ease, Sammy,” John chuckled. The young boy had fancied himself a future soldier. Had been amazed when he found out John was a real pilot just like in his comic books. “My best man, Major Cleven, is going to take those rings and keep them very safe.” Gale took them gently and locked them into his breast pocket.

“Good work, Sammy.” Buck saluted him with a smile and the little boy was off in the same direction as his sister. John stood to his full height and squared his shoulders, his eyes sharpening their focus on the ornate wooden doors that hid his love from his sight.

And when they opened.

And when she lifted her veiled face to look at him, finally.

And when their eyes met and their smiles matched and the tears welled in his eyes…

Everything felt right in the world.

Cass kept her eyes on him as she held her fathers arm down the aisle. She had to slip her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from giggling with glee at the sight of John waiting for her. As she got closer, she could see the glassiness in his eyes. He was always so strong. Her stability in this world. The man who had her back through anything with no questions asked. The one person in the universe that loved her unconditionally and with no strings attached and in the exact way that she needed to be loved.

“Do you give this woman to be married to this man?” John was itching to lift her veil and kiss her senseless now that she was this close to him.

“I do,” her father spoke with pride.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as he pulled her into a hug.

And then finally it was just the two of them.

And then finally he was able to hold her hand and help her up the final step to stand across from him.

And then finally his shaking fingers found the lace trim of her veil and he finally exhaled as he lifted it over her head. Her eyes were full of adoration as she looked up at him.

“Hi,” he whispered. His hands landed on her cheeks and her hands rested against his chest.

“I’ve been missing those eyes.” Her own twinkled in kind. John leaned in, he couldn’t help himself, the officiant clearing his throat to stop them.

“We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of John Clarence Egan and Cassandra Ann Cooper,” they smirked at each other. She hadn’t gone by her maiden name in almost three years. Not since London. “We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends.”

A journey of love. Their love had already survived so much. From the moment their eyes had locked on an airfield in England, it had strengthened to withstand the tests of time. Their journey had taken them to the darkest corners of humanity the world had to offer. Had forced them to make difficult decisions in the name of survival. But all those decisions had led them here. All the darkness had led to this overwhelming light. Neither of them would change a thing.

A journey of understanding. They had come together and been torn apart and brought back together. And every stage had led them to becoming a new version of the person they had fallen in love with. They worked hard each and every single day to understand who was sitting across from them. Who was looking at them through the mirror. They had been off kilter for a little while but would always find their balance.

A journey of perseverance. This was the easiest for them to feel when they looked at each other. They were both stubborn. Bull-headed in their pursuit of survival and a life after war. Aggressively unable to give up on each other. Relentlessly devoted to the forever that they had promised each other.

“...and dedication to one another that lasts through time. As we stand here today to mark this occasion, we remember that what matters most is not the ceremony itself, but the love and companionship you will continue to share throughout your married life together.” John squeezed her hands. “There are no vows more meaningful and powerful than those which will be shared here today. Your wedding vows are a sacred declaration of your love for each other, the foundation of your relationship as a married couple, and the life you want to build together.” Cass thanked her sister as she handed her the piece of paper her vows were on, turning back to face John and letting his gaze give her the strength to lay bare her emotions.

“John, my blue sky, my love. From the moment I saw you, I couldn’t shake you. You were the first person in a long time to see me. To see all my faults and jagged edges and not to look away but to meet them like a perfect puzzle piece. Where I am weak, you are strong and you have spent everyday making me feel loved and safe and happy in ways words cannot capture.” John used his thumb to wipe a tear from her face and stroked his knuckles up and down her cheek for good measure. “I wouldn’t trade a single moment with you for anything in the world. Even the tough ones, even the painful ones, even the ones where I thought I was going to lose you. Because we’ve already proven our love can face anything and come out stronger on the other side. That forever will only be the beginning for us. And doing life with you, John Egan, will be the honor of my life.” Cass dabbed at the tears under her eyes, John knocking his forehead against hers.

“That was so beautiful, baby. I love you so much and-”

“Major Egan, you could just say your vows.” Gale smiled. Finally someone was getting a taste of what he had dealt with. He handed John the piece of paper and sent a wink in Marge’s direction. John looked down at the paper and swallowed before handing it back to Gale.

“Bucky-”

“I’d rather just tell you, Cass, how I feel in this exact moment because I have never been more in love with you.” She giggled as he held both her hands and locked his baby blues onto her eyes. “I fall more and more in love with you every second that I am with you. You are the reason I survived everything we went through, my love. The reason I made it through to the other side was because I knew that was where a future with you was waiting for me. You had this flyboy dreaming of growing roots from the moment I saw you. From the moment I saw you at a pub with your nose buried in a book, I knew I was done for. I knew you were going to challenge me and make me work to earn your love and it was so worth it, Cass, is still so worth it. We are going to build the most amazing life together, our own little solar system, and I will fight for you and our future every day, Cass. I promise.”

“And you’ve never broken a promise,” she whispered as the tears flowed freely down her face.

“I don’t plan on starting now, Spook…Can I kiss her yet, Father?” A gentle laugh rippled throughout the crowd around the tears they were wiping away.

“Soon, Major. Repeat after me.”

“I, John Clarence Egan, take you Cassandra Ann Egan to be my wedded wife.”

“I, Cassandra Ann Egan, take you John Clarence Egan, to be my wedded husband.”

“I promise to stand by your side through good times and bad times…”

“...for richer or poorer…”

“...in sickness and in health.”

“I vow to stay true to you and love you…”

“...unconditionally for the rest of my days.” They both finished with a smile, drifting closer and closer to each other as the words wrapped around them. There was no daylight between their torsos as she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he locked his fingers at the small of her back.

“Do you, John Clarence Egan, take this woman to be your wedded wife?”

“I do,” he said just to her, his blue eyes molten pool of crystalline love.

“Do, Cassandra Ann Cooper, take this man to be your wedded husband?”

“I do,” her heart skipping a beat as John licked his lips.

“It is now time for you to exchange rings. Your rings symbolize the eternal commitment that you make to each other, and the never ending circle of your love. May these rings always remind you of the commitment you are making here today.” Gale handed each of them a ring, John taking Cass’ left hand tenderly.

“I, John Clarence Egan, give you, Cassandra Ann Egan, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you.” The silver band fit perfectly on her finger, John swiping his thumb over it a few times to ensure it was real. That after everything they had been through, the two of them were right where they had always wanted to be.

“I, Cassandra Ann Egan, give you, John Clarence Egan, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you.” The band looked at home on his hand. Like he was always meant to be claimed as hers.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-” He wasn’t able to get the word out as their noses bumped together in the urgency to connect their lips. Cheers erupted from the guests and he held her tighter and tighter and tighter against his body and she slipped her tongue into his mouth, John groaning with ecstasy. “It is with great honor that I present you Mr. and Mrs. John Egan!” Cass giggled as John dipped her triumphantly, his lips pressed to the side of her head as they faced the adoring mass in front of them. Her one hand was gripped tightly by his, the other holding her skirt, as they made their way back to the doors that led inside.

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, congratulations! We have the reception area-”

“I think I need to change out of my dress, first,” Cass said to the woman but looking at John. Her fingers were already loosening his tie. “Would you like to help me, Mr. Egan?” He nodded wordlessly, catching her chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Don’t wait for us to start the party, ma’am. I’m going to take my time with my wife.”

----

The door to her suite slammed shut behind them and he was on her in an instant. They couldn’t help but laugh into each other’s lips as their noses collided, and her hair was falling out of its style and his hat landed on the ground.

“You make me so happy,” she whispered as her fingers carded through his curls, tossed his tie to the side and slowly began to undo the buttons of his jacket. “I love you so much, John Egan. Just the way you are.” John brought his hands, delicately, to the diamond headband in her hair, lifting gently and placing it on the table by the door.

“There was a time I would have done anything to hear you say those words.” She whined as he kissed her once then pulled away. Cass pushed his jacket off his shoulders. “I thought, after I heard them for the first time, that feeling would go away. I’d still do anything just to hear you say you love me.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I love you.” Her arm hooked around his neck and dragged him down to her lips, his hand fumbling to free her hair from the confines of her veil and pins.

“If I can’t get your hair out of this riddle…” Her kisses were doing nothing to help his concentration. And her hands on his belt buckle were doing even less.

“You haven’t even seen the complex feminine garments that are under this dress yet,” she teased.

“Cass, I’ll just fucking rip it off of you if you aren’t careful.” She reached her hand towards her hair, pulling one pin for it to cascade around her shoulders in bountiful waves. “How in God’s name…”

“You were going to get started on the buttons of my dress, Major?”

Thankfully, he was able to compose himself long enough to undo them without tearing the lace of her dress. The release of her corset and stockings allowed her to take a full breath and John lifted her into his arms, her legs around his waist and her chest between his lips.

“So, so beautiful,” he muttered in a daze as he laid her on the bed. “And all mine.”

“Let me see what’s all mine,” she breathed as she sat up and kissed down his chest, his fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt as quickly as he could possibly manage. She paid extra to kiss exactly where his heart would be. “This right here is the part I’m most honored to have.” She pressed her hand flat and he placed his on top.

“It’s all yours. Every last beat.”

Their kisses were sloppy and impatient as they were both fully bare, John crawling to hover over her and kissing a long line down, down, down. He kissed her clit softly, her fingers threading into his curls instantly. He moved oh so slowly and oh so softly and with direct intention behind every flick of his tongue and curl of his finger inside of her. “All mine,” he repeated.

“All yours, John,” she panted. Her hips lifted ever so slightly off the bed, his forearm pressing them back down into the mattress with force.

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” Two of his fingers curled against the spot that made her muscles quiver. “That’s my girl.” Cass propped herself onto her elbows to look him in the eye, exactly the way she knew he liked, as his thumb pressed against her clit in the same rhythm as his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, John. Faster.” He obliged. Watched in wonder as her moan caught in her throat and her chest blossomed with the flush of her orgasm. Her hips squirmed as she came back to reality but his fingers weren’t stopping.

“Want you to make a mess for me, baby.” Ever since he had first learned he could coax arousal from her in such a way, he had been focused on working it out of her again. “Think you could do that for me?”

“Yes, Johnny.” His fingers went deeper and faster and curled against the front of her with a sense of purpose only she would be able to inspire in him. Her hands gripped at her breasts as she moaned.

“Good girl. Just let yourself go, baby.” She gasped as her hips bucked again, John could hear the change in his fingers pumping in and out of her. Cass was so close he could taste it. When her nails scratched at his scalp and her back arched and her toes curled, he spread her thighs even wider latched his mouth onto her. It was like drinking nectar straight from the source. She writhed against his tongue as he lapped at every drop, John’s own hips seeking friction by rutting against the matress.

He looked absolutely sinful. Chin coated in her cum. A curl hanging down his forehead. Kissing at the inside of her thigh to make sure he didn’t miss a drop.

“John…” She was practically out of breath as he stroked her clit one more time just to watch the way her stimulated body reacted to his touch.

“You soaked the sheets baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“Need you inside me,” she whimpered as John stood, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Need my husband to fuck me.”

“My wife needs my cock?” he asked rhetorically. She nodded, trying to move her hips forward to close the gap. He tapped her with the head of his length before teasing up and down her slit to gather her wetness. He saw stars as he pushed into her. She welcomed as much of him as physically possible, her brow furrowed and mouth agape as she watched him rock in and out of her gently. “Cass.” His hand reached to wrap around her throat as he picked up his pace. A moan escaping her lips in time with his thrusts.

“Cum inside me, John.” He almost lost his focus at her words. They had been so careful since getting back. Not wanting a child to complicate the things they had been working through. But maybe now that all of that was behind them…

“You mean that?” He needed to be sure, his hips quickening with a mind of their own.

“I’m cert- oh, right there.” She grabbed his wrist as he hit a particularly sweet spot deep inside of her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Oh, Johnny, I’m so close.” Her own hand reached between them and began to work tight circles around her clit. John loved watching her touch herself. Had a habit of sitting behind her in a mirror and talking her through exactly how he wanted her to do it.

His hip snapped quicker, the sounds of skin on skin and her sweet moans echoing through the room. “Get there with me, Cass, come on baby.” She knew how many thrusts away he was based on the way his forehead creased and his moans sounded strangled and he would always seek out a kiss from her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as he stilled and she felt a warmth filling inside her that she hadn’t experienced before. He gripped her hips and pulled her forward, burying himself inside of her to the hilt. Her breath caught in her throat with a squeak as her whole body went stiff before it was shocked back to life by her orgasm. Her moan was the sweetest song as it caressed his ears, his chest heaving as he looked where their bodies were connected.

“Going to need to do that a couple more times before dinner,” he said, “Just to make sure I’ve gotten the hang of it.” A knock at the door broke their trance.

“We’re busy,” Cass called out lazily as John moved to drop his forearms on either side of her head. He kissed the side of her neck and she craned it to offer him more skin to love on.

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, we’ve delayed your arrival as much as we can.” There was a very specific balance of timing for such an affair. The first dance and the dance with her father and his mother had to be cadenced perfectly with the toasts and the dinner. Not to mention the five tiered wedding cake and not to mention they had a ship that would be waiting in the morning to take them to their honeymoon. If they were any later, everything could be derailed. She knocked again.

“I am a little hungry,” Cass noted, her thumb smoothing over the crease in the middle of his forehead. “And you did promise you’d sing Blue Skies for me tonight.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She nodded. “Guess we better get you all cleaned up then.”

----

There was an empty chair at the head table the whole night because Cass refused to leave her husband’s lap. No one was surprised that they were late. That Cass’ hair was no longer in the elaborate style she had had previously. Both of their sisters certainly noticed the way her knees buckled and John tightened his arm around her waist. Gale and Marge recognizing the shade of lipstick peeking out from just underneath John’s collar.

“And now the best man, Gale Cleven, has a few words for the lovely couple.” John whistled as Buck made his way to the microphone, Cass kissing his cheek until he got the hint and turned to kiss her.

“If any of you are new to the John and Cass solar system, I can say with authority they are like this all the time.” The crowd laughed and John raised his glass before taking a sip, Cass burying her face in his neck. “I’ve spent a lot of time with John Egan. Known him from the moment he put on that uniform, making the choice to serve his country. He is a natural pilot. A natural leader. It’s natural for him to love others but hard for him to accept their love in return.”

“I think he’s trying to make you cry,” Cass whispered.

“He might.”

“When I was writing this speech, I was having trouble finding the words to describe the love these two have for each other. The love that never waivered, even on the darkest of nights. And that is because of two things. Firstly, Cass is his compass, his North Star. She guides him home. To safety, to her. To comfort and to love. In return, John chases away the shadows of the night and brings her a Blue Sky. His favorite song, that fact she stuck around after hearing his rendition should tell you all you need to know, and his favorite sentiment. That the presence of someone you love is enough to chase away all your blue days.” Buck turned and faced two of the most important people in his life. Those responsible for his survival in Germany. Who he would never be able to thank enough for getting him home to Marge. “You two gave me the strength to keep fighting. The strength to make it home to my wife. Because you two gave me the courage to believe in destiny and fate and the notion that our souls can find their other half.”

Cass used her napkin to dab gently at the corner of her eyes, John’s hand squeezing where it rested on her knee. His eyes were focused on his friend with a look of pure love. The look of a man who had survived unspeakable horrors but had his anchor keeping him sane. One on that stage and the other in his arms.

“I love you, John. I don’t say it nearly enough,” she said with her lips pressed to his cheek.

“Cass and John, I know you have the most incredible, love-filled days ahead of you and I cannot wait to watch the life you two build together because I know for a fact the world is a better place with your love in it. To my two favorite heathens.” Gale raised his glass, Cass blowing him a kiss and John tightly smiling and nodding in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. The flutes of champagne that were passed out went down in a single gulp, the band starting back up as Gale made his way back to the head table.

“Gale, that was so beautiful. Thank you.” Cass untwined herself from John’s grasp to wrap Buck in a hug. “Here I was thinking you were sick of us and our antics.”

“I am sick of catching you two working on my future niece or nephew but will never tire of watching you two love each other.” Buck went to shake John’s hand but John pulled him in for a hug instead.

“You got me through, Buck. Got me here with all these blessings,”John looked his friend in the eye, “I’ll never be able to repay that.”

“You repay me by loving your wife with all you got, every day.” Marge walked over to join them. “Hey, maybe you two even name your son after me!”

“Don’t count on it.”

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The party showed no signs of dying down even a few hours later. Everyone was sufficiently drunk and full of cake. John had brought the house down when he sang just as Cass requested. She was giddy with her love for him.

“Get some fresh air with me?” she requested as he lifted her up and spun her around.

“Lead the way, my love.” Cass dragged him out the door and a few yards away, dramatically dropping into the grass with a giggle and John followed suit. “Haven’t gotten to just look at the stars with you in awhile.”

“We’ve been busy. I wouldn’t mind slowing down a little,” she murmured as her cheek rested over his heart.

“Me neither. A little time away is going to be nice.” A couple weeks on safari in Tanzania followed by a couple weeks on the beaches of Zanzibar. It sounded heavenly.

“It’s going to be perfect.”

One year ago, they had finally escaped hell. It had taken all 365 days since to learn the new intricacies of the person lying with them. To learn their new scars. To love them as equally as the old ones. To convince each other they were safe and could let their guards down again and love each other with the same reckless abandon they had back in England. They had found their way back to each other. Found their way back into the perfect synchronous dance they had mastered. Found their way permanently nestled in each other’s hearts. No longer two separate people but a union. Two halves of a whole locked into a willing embrace for the rest of time.

They had each other. And not a worry on the horizon.

#masters of the air #john egan #callum turner #mota #masters of the air fanfiction #john egan fanfiction #callum turner fanfiction #mota fanfiction #masters of the air fanfic #john egan fanfic #callum turner fanfic #mota fanfic #john egan x oc #john egan x reader #cass and bucky

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wexhappyxfew · 7 months

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WOMEN OF SILVER BULLETS

the OCs of B-17, Silver Bullets (featured in MOTA-verse writings) and various masters of the air adjacent writings

all these OCs will be featured in various one-shots and prompts in the coming months. can be found under tags with all their names or #mota writings or #silver bullets. please enjoy!

ANNIE BRADSHAW

-> replacement 1st lieutenant and pilot for Silver Bullets, fresh in from Fort Des Moines, trying to patch up the holes in a crew suffering from the loss of their beloved captain birdie faulkner. hailing from mankato, minnesota, she is a wonderfully receptive listener and stoic presence - but don't go overstepping it with her crew. makes it her very mission that the women of Silver Bullets and captain birdie faulkner are remembered. can play a tune on a trumpet (if warranted).

FRANCIS MONTEZ

-> copilot of Silver Bullets grieving a loss she is taking harder than she thought, wrapped in sorrow and guilt that she tries her best to hide. a good-hearted californian, she wrangles with this new era of her life with the help of replacement pilot, annie bradshaw, and steps up in more ways than one. carries a cigarette pack around like it's strapped to her very being. will give you a nickname that she'll call you any chance she gets.

BESSIE CARLISLE

-> navigator for Silver Bullets, with the brightest smile the sun's ever seen from the skies (says her boyfriend). hailed all the way from queens, new york with the intention to get her hands working on the mechanic floor of a factory and got a gig flying planes instead. got placed in navigation one day and ever since then, has made it her duty to make sure every mission goes right down to the degree.

CARRIE ACHTERBERG

-> german-american bombardier on Silver Bullets making sure the enemy pays in any way they can for the costly damage of a horrid war (enter: norden bombsight). grew up in brooklyn, new york, had some run-ins with bessie carlisle and the two became thick as thieves when working on planes. blowing the enemy to shreds seemed to be the cherry on top.

MARJORIE ‘MARGIE’ HARLOWE

-> flight engineer on Silver Bullets who grew up in a large family with at least four dogs all named after flowers, on the shores of lake michigan, wanting to go to school for physics ever since she felt herself get the knack for mathematics. only up until then, did she find herself on a plane with her cousin (who nearly crashed it) that she then got herself in line for flying in B-17s and looking to the skies above (and calculating vectors from the ground).

PAULINA STAGLIANO

-> italian-american radio operator for Silver Bullets, who came in from philadelphia, pennsylvania with radio operator experience in the WAC before getting the call for a job with captain birdie faulkner, and finding herself up in B-17s on the regular. she's passionate, a loyal friend and if you talk bad about the phillies -it's on sight (usually has sports arguments with kennedy farley - they keep bickering to a minimum).

VIVIAN RATCLIFF

-> hailing from fort collins, colorado, viv ratcliff comes with a wealth of knowledge and experience as a gunner on Silver Bullets, with a father who was in the army and her boyfriend in the navy. 'calm, cool, collected' are the best words to take her in as, usually found collecting flowers after missions for the boys who didn't get a chance to make it home. keeps a tally of german fighters that go down on the wooden pole beside her cot.

KENNEDY FARLEY

-> irish-american gunner on Silver Bullets, opposite viv ratcliff, coming in from boston, massachusetts, raging red sox fan with a family of brothers going on to military or sports (much of the same). close friends with margie harlowe because she 'softens her up a bit', and always willing to stick around for a drinking game or two. passionate friend (margie told you so).

JUDY RYBINSKI

-> polish-american farm girl and turret ball gunner for Silver Bullets from hot springs, north carolina, growing up near the french broad creek, summers spent on the river, catching fish and milking goats for her families business. went hunting with dad a few times, and grew up with her older brothers going off to the military or college and wanted a hand at it all. captain faulkner was her opening (and the person she needs most now).

MARIANNE SALINGER

-> french-american aspiring painter from rochester, new york, now a tail gunner for Silver Bullets. thought she was signing up to paint planes, but ended up finding a knack for guns on turrets and credits captain faulkner for her 'in' on flying. has a pet cat that roams the base as he wishes (he's named frank, after her one true love, frank sinatra), usually getting into trouble by pissing off a husky named meatball.

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slutshamethesquirrels · 3 months

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Slow It Down, Cowboy - The Director's Cut

hi there sweet readers!! if you've found this post, chances are you've just finished reading the "Slow It Down, Cowboy" AU, a project that the lovely @vallification joined me in spearheading over the course of the past week or so!

If you have somehow managed to stumble upon this post before you found the works, fret not!

"Slow It Down, Cowboy" is the title (inspired by a song of the same name by the lovely Anna Bates) of our little labor of love, an AU based in roughly 1870's America (we did our best but it probably is a lil historically inaccurate, so don't judge us too harshly!).

Here you can read "All The Sweet Tea In Carolina"

(outlaw!geto x reader) (title inspired by: All The Sweet Tea by Denitia)

Here you can read "In My Heart You Pay No Rent"

(outlaw!gojo x reader) (title inspired by: Pay No Rent by Turnpike Troubadours)

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A retrospective look at "Slow It Down, Cowboy"

wow. just wow, what a long, wild ride this has been! /pos

"Slow It Down, Cowboy" started as something inconsequential for me. A silly little one shot idea that I off-handedly mentioned to Val, which she loved. I mentioned one "Six Eyes Satoru Gojo" in my writings, and Val absolutely fell in love with the idea of him. She asked if she could write a one shot, just for herself, and before long we were making plans for what may possibly be my favorite fanfic project to date.

I want to make something very clear: CowBoy!JJK is nothing new. You can search it up and find thousands upon thousands of fanworks based around the idea. We are not the first, and we will not be the last.

However, I do think my lovely second brain, Val, and I bring something unique to the table: we are both from the bible belt. Val reigns from Texas and I from the southernmost Appalachian Mountains in North Carolina. Both of us were raised on farms!!

Speaking of Val, We Have A Little Word From Her:

HELLO!!! It’s Val now hehe. I’m gonna keep this as short and sweet as I possibly can, but if you have read anything of what I’ve written you’ll know it’s TERRIBLY hard for me to shut my trap. This entire AU has been such a whirlwind! It’s not often that you find someone who loves where they come from just as much as you do, and it’s less often still when you hail from southern/southwestern states. To be able to mix my favorite characters, my love for writing, and my love for my home into one AU has been so incredible, so exhilarating, and most of all so rewarding. I really have made a great friend through all of this, one that I’m EXTREMELY grateful for, as well as two great works of writing that I will think about FOREVER.

Through this AU, we were able to connect and share our cultures, and explore how they were similar and so, so different. We talked music and shared pictures of our respective birth places it was INCREDIBLE!! Of course, Val chose to set her story out in the developing west, where she's from and I absolutely JUMPED at the chance to be able to write something set in the south eastern mountains, the place that I have known was my home since before I could comprehend what home was supposed to be.

Although unintentional, it is not lost on me how our stories sort of ended up being shaped by the setting, with Vals centering around themes of discovery, exploration, and excitement, and mine containing themes of tradition, expectations, and strong familial bonds that transcend such. (and, of course, a splash of religious bullshittery bc who am i as a writer? yall already know)

To get a little feel for Val's culture, you can listen to this playlist!

And if Appalachia is more your vibe, lean your ears to this!

I also wanted to say that I waterboarded Val and forced her to watch Young Guns (for research,ofc. not because it's my favorite movie at ALL)

Anyway she said it's the best movie she's ever seen (no she didnt but she did like it)

Is this too sentimental for two smutty jjk one shots? Y e s but I simply cannot care. This project became more important to me than probably anything I've ever written. I made a friend that I hope to keep for a long time and was able to somehow fall even more in love with these hills <3 I may cry on my next drive to work when I overlook the valley, I'm not gonna lie.

Funny Moments From Behind The Scenes

oh god, there were so many, but the trump card of all has to be that I posted a tiktok PURELY because you cannot send videos via tumblr dms and I wanted to show Val. Please tell me why at the time of writing this, it's currently sitting at 215K views, 37k likes, 600 comments, and 4,200 saves?????? and the comments are hilarious. this one is my favorite:

also, during editing, val deffo discovered my weakness:

also, i cannot TELL YALL how stressed we were! this project was truly so SO important to us!

also, this:

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #slow it down cowboy au #geto suguru #jjk suguru #ao3 fanfic #jjk x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #cowboy!jjk #getou suguru x reader #cowboy #cowboy!au #cowboy!geto #cowboy!gojo

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goldengay49 · 9 months

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Texas: I don’t mind homosexuality, as long as it’s my own homosexuality

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California: I feel like Steve Jobs is judging me from his grave

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Florida: how do you spell difference?

New York: What 👏 a 👏 genius 👏

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Ohio: I'm a skater

Indiana: you smoke weed!?

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Florida: how would they know me 🙄💅

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Florida: let me gaslight an infant; it’s a harmless crime

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South Carolina: I’m an animal in bed

South Carolina: feed me and give me pats

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California: these fries are so fucking good

Utah: HeY! In-N-Out Is A chRIStian company-!!

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Washington and Oregon: *kiss*

Montana: what are you doing

Idaho: we’re playing gay chicken

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*texting*

Florida: *selfie of his forehead*

Florida: Getting ready to go to cort

Gov: you have a beautiful forehead, Florida, but what’s cort?

Louisiana: court*

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Florida: I want to eat the scented candle

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California: *points to sign that says idfb*

California: I DON'T FUCKING BITCH, FLORIDA. I DON'T FUCKING BITCH 🙄

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*texting*

Delaware: PLS

Delaware: SHAKING UR SHOULDERS

Delaware: AGGRESSIVELY

Delaware: TELL ME U GOT THIS

Delaware: PLS

Delaware: BEGGING U

Delaware: ON MY KNEES

Delaware: Fuckkkk

New York: Why does Apple/Samsung not like Delaware😒

Delaware: PLS

Delaware: IM CRYING

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Gov: who’s excited Florida’s not here

Everyone: *raises their hands*

Florida: *walks in* what’s up suckers

California: are you okay, gov? You look sad

Gov: I’ve just hit a new level of depression

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Washington: why isn’t Oregon Kirby? He loves sucking things

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California: tell me who you like, whisper it

Nevada: *whispers*

California: HIM!? WHY HIM!?

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Oregon, stuck in his sweater: help, how do I get out of this!?

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West Virginia: you cannot tell me $2 can’t pay for college

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New York: and then we basically went to y’know what’s it called?

California: bed?

New York: yeah, bed

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Utah: I don’t believe in 69

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Florida: y’know what’s really underrated? Eating dirt

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California: don’t worry, I’ll take her boyfriend so you can have her

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Florida: I'm making robbery aesthetic

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Alaska (on a call with Hawai’i): FLORIDA KEEPS MAKING BIRD SOUNDS DURING MEETINGS

Hawai’i: are they good bird sounds?

Alaska: THE FUCK?

Alaska: THERE ARE NO GOOD BIRD SOUNDS

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Texas: GODLESS HEATHEN!

California: YOU CAN’T CALL ME GODLESS JUST BECAUSE I’M CATHOLIC

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New York: western states don’t exist to me, they’re walking fetuses

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New York: take my hoodie and I take your ability to walk

Florida: oh~

New York: *grabs bat*

Florida: wait-

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Texas: you have no friends!

California: you’ve known Baja for years!

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Kansas: wait… you have farms in California

California: no, the agriculture we produce comes from black magic

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Gov: florida, your mommy said you were cute… she lied

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Nevada: i like your shoes, they're shiny. Taylor swift could steal them and itd be the coolest thing shes ever done

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Gov: california, new york, florida, you’ll be sharing your work in a 3 way

Florida: ooh~

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California: you lose your speaking privileges

Virginia: YOU lose your rights *holds up constitution*

California: *grabs it and starts reading it aloud*

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Oregon: I got stabbed in my past life! No wonder I don’t want to stab people!

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California: Wisdom is a privilege, and we are not privileged people

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Florida, on call: SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE HUNTING

Alaska: do you have any friends?

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Alaska: am I sexually active—? No, look at me

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California: I have a Tesla for the environment

Texas: you also have a Ferrari

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Florida: *turns on seat heating*

Florida: is my seat hot for some reason

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Florida: no one can catch my cold. It’s special

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Texas: i’m not homophobic! My boyfriends gay

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Arkansas: *singing in the bathroom in the middle of the night*

Tennessee: *opens door* you come and sing with me, boy

Red: happened irl

Blue: stole from the internet

Black: made it up

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kedreeva · 9 months

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You mentioned peafowl are on the higher end of omnivorous fowl species. Do they 'prey on' or act aggressive to other farm birds (ducks, chickens, quails, pigeons, so on)? Do things such as farm fowl breeds or temperament affect those interactions?

They don't attack other adult birds as prey or anything, but I have at least one friend who hen to pen his turkeys because the toms and peacocks would get into bloody fights if not. Mine always got on fine with turkey hens, but I never tried to keep any toms with them.

I used to house my peafowl with some bobwhite quail, because you can do that with chickens and they'll clean up spilled feed the chickens scratch out onto the floor. I saw a few standoffs between the bobwhites and the peafowl, but despite weighing 6 ounces, the bobwhites always held their own because peafowl are weenies sometimes. However, I thought at first the quail were just young, and then that they must certainly be stressed, because I didn't get a single egg all summer..... until I caught Eris horking down a whole quail egg one day, and realized I HAD been getting eggs all summer, the damn peafowl had just been eating them as quick as they'd find them. So the quail got their own pen.

I tried putting a couple of coturnix quail in, instead, since their eggs are bigger and more camouflaged. But the peafowl would have straight up killed the adult birds, since the coturnix don't run or fight, so I had to take them out again.

Peafowl can get along with chickens, but the disease transfer between them (chickens to peafowl) can kill peafowl, so most people don't. Early on, while we were still building pens, I had a few chickens in with peas in the first pen and the adults again were fine, and the eggs were too big to eat. ....the bantam chicks, however, were not. They got eaten.

Curiously, the peas always liked the pigeons. I don't know if they ever ate any eggs, but the pigeons kept their babies up in nests until they were Bird Sized, and the peafowl didn't chase them around on the ground, the adults or the fledglings, even when I tossed out grains and seeds for them. They DID eat the carolina wren fledglings that were raised in their coop, despite my best efforts to repeatedly remove that nest before there were eggs. That mom was DETERMINED to have her babies in The Worst Location Ever.

So, will peafowl act aggressive toward other farm fowl? Some of them, in some situations. Will peafowl hunt other smaller farm birds for food and sport? If they're small and defenseless enough.

#peafowl #anon asks #asks #animal death for ts #I no longer keep them with ANY other fowl #and won't ever again

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charthurlover · 3 months

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VDL gang as roblox games!!

sorry for not posting, been more or less trapped in north carolina for the past few days, jst got home a few days ago, so i’ve been unpacking all my bags and sleeping!!

Abigail -

- Farm Life

- Islands

Arthur -

- Write A Letter

- 🌲 Cabin. [cozy vibe]

Bill -

- LGBTQ+ hangout

- LGBTQ+ Vibe

Charles -

- Zoo World Tycoon

- PAWS Pet Hospital 🐾

Dutch -

- make roblox games to become rich and famous

- Cash Tycoon

Davey -

- be dead forever simulator

- Resting Place ☔️🐸

Grimshaw -

- Arsenal

- Glory Kill Testing

Hosea -

- making scam calls to save your best friend

- Hunting Season [BETA]

Jack -

- become a server owner to get revenge tycoon

- The Graveyard [HEAVEN]

Javier -

- Bloody Zone [🩸]

- Mexico Simulator

Jenny -

- Natural Disaster Survival

- Try To Die

John -

- [Summer] Forgotten Worlds

- A Wolves’ Pack Alpha - Wolf RP 🐺

Kieran -

- Horse World

- Horse Riding Elite

Karen -

- [DRINKS!] On Tap 17+

- Big Bank Robbery [Story]

Lenny -

- NEED MORE DRINKING

- Bloody Baseplate [🧊🩸]

Mac -

- Ragdoll Death

- EVADE

Mary-Beth -

- Write a book!

- Library of Aletheia

Micah -

- Obby but You’re a Rat!

- Be a Snake

Molly -

- [🩸] Bloodburst

- Try to Die Obby!

Pearson -

- My Restaurant!

- Work at a Supermarket

Reverend -

- Church

- Church of the Ascension Catholic Parish

Sadie -

- kill npcs or something

- Weird Blood Game [UPD 20]

Sean -

- Irish Tycoon

- [SUMMER🏝️]The Garrison

Trelawny -

- MAGIC SIMULATOR

- Wacky Wizards

Tilly -

- Family Life 🏠 RP

- Life with a Family

Uncle -

- [RELEASE!] 💤NEED MORE SLEEP 2.0💤

- Farming and Friends

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #roblox #john marston #dutch van der linde #fuck micah bell #micah bell #hosea matthews

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 10 months

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Hi! This is a fic rec of my favorite fics that take place in a small town. These fics are organized by word count from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Given A Chance by fabby / @fabby1d (173k)

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

Wild and Unruly by 100percentsassy, Gloria_Andrews / @100percentsassy, @gloriaandrews (123k)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

I'll Fly Away by juliusschmidt / @juliusschmidt (122k)

Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into old patterns and discover new ones.

ft. One Direction, the local boyband; Horan’s Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays; and Anne Cox, PFLAG President.

Halfway Home by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (103k)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were improbable childhood friends, much to Harry’s dismay. They were thrown together each summer when Harry was forced to visit Louis’ grandfathers’ ranch in Black Hills, South Dakota. With each passing year their friendship blossomed into something more. When trail rides turned to stolen kisses, and tragedies turned to confessions, until they could no longer deny the inevitable draw they felt for one another.

Though life and their future plans soon set them on different paths.

Ten years later, Louis is the proud owner of Halfway Home Wildlife Refuge. Harry returns to the ranch to escape the perils of his past in London, and though their memories still haunt Louis, he won’t let that deter him from his goals. However, someone has been keeping a close eye on the refuge, and possibly Louis specifically, and Harry’s return may have unleashed more that just old passions. There’s a hunter lurking in the Hills, someone who’s decided they’ve bided their time long enough.

Apple Pie Baked Just Right by 28goldensfics / @28goldens (92k)

“You’re sweet, thank you.” Harry was speaking so quiet it was almost eerie, but his fingers squeezed against Louis’ hand again. “I already feel like I can pretty much be myself with you. I’m glad you moved here, I’ve needed a friend. I hope you keep getting that breath of fresh air you need here.”

Louis’ heart felt like it could pound out of his chest and onto the floor in front of them.

“I’m starting to think I will.”

Louis has to get away. The news of his father’s terminal diagnosis, the loss of his job, and the breakup with his girlfriend leads Louis to leave for a life of slower things in the small town of Cedar Hills.

His new neighbor is the Cox Family Apple Farm. Harry Styles, the oldest child of the Cox Family, might just teach him how to live life a little simpler, bake an apple pie, and breathe.

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds / @fondleeds (88k)

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

(Take Me Home) Country Roads by Awriterwrites (86k)

“Sir, I can help you. Just let me — “ He tried moving closer but the eldest child blocked his way. He backed off, putting his hands out in a passive gesture. “I’m a physician. I can help,” he tried again.

The man shook his head vehemently, passing the cup back to his grandchild. “Tol’ ya. Don’t need ya.” All of the fire had gone out of his voice, leaving behind a frail, sick old man with barely any breath to talk.

“I have medicines...I could make you comfortable…” Louis’ voice was still small, but pleading.

“Mountain Mama cares for wha’s ailin’ me. Don’t need no fancy city doctors.”

Louis blinked at the man, still shaking from the coughing spell. Mountain — well, fuck. That backwoods, uneducated scam artist…

“Of course he is,” Louis said curtly. ***** OR a Northern Exposure AU featuring Louis as the big city doctor, Harry as a natural healer, Niall as a secretive barkeep, Liam and Zayn head over heels for each other but they don't know it and a lot of hurt, comfort and moonshine in between.

So Keep My Candle Bright by whisperdlullaby (78k)

Louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

That's What I'm Here For by taggiecb / @taggiecb (46k)

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

Home Calls the Heart by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (44k)

A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas. After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake. Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn’t be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad.

He figured the worst he’d have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known.

A romcom au.

The Best Kind of Bad by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (40k)

Nobody really understood Harry and Louis. Not even Louis. But for Louis, the world began and ended with Harry, and there were certain things he just wasn’t capable of explaining.

or Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

Our Little Corner of the World by brownheadedstranger (29k)

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom's diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

Not That Gone Series by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

Hello My Name is Harry (2k) Louis’s 20-year high school reunion takes a turn when a celebrity classmate – who also happens to be Louis’s long unrequited crush – unexpectedly shows up. A famous/not-famous AU inspired by Chris Evans.

Not That Gone (60k)

Around four in the afternoon on day two, Harry was dropping kisses on Louis’ chest and heading downwards when he abruptly stopped. “I can move back here,” he said, propping himself up on the mattress with his hands. Louis’ eyes popped open and he looked up at him, totally lost. “What?” “For a while,” Harry continued, the idea taking hold. “Hang out with my mom. Work on my script. Be with you.” Louis had already resigned himself to the fact that this weekend was a crack in the space-time continuum that would soon close, sending him and Harry back to their respective, very different lives. It would be a memory that would keep him warm when he was an old, old man – that time one of People’s 50 Most Beautiful had kept him on his hands and knees for two days straight. He wasn’t so stupid as to hope for more. “You’re crazy,” Louis scoffed. Harry’s eyes shone. “Am I?” A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn’t sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams. For Ten Minutes Straight (1k) Louis has a ritual for when Harry’s away – and a good reason for keeping it private.

#will update to add more as I go #bc i literally cannot stop reading small town aus #small town au #small town au fic rec #larry fic rec #fic rec #category fic rec #read #hlcreators

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swiftieinbrazil · 10 months

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After 66 shows in 2023, these are the songs Taylor Swift haven't played yet at The Eras Tour:

Taylor Swift: The Outside / Mary's Song / A Perfectly Good Heart

Fearless (Taylor's Version): The Way I Loved You / Change / Come In With The Rain / Superstar / We Were Happy / That's When / Don't You / Bye Bye Baby

Speak Now (Taylor's Version): Superman / Electric Touch / Foolish One

Red (Taylor's Version): Girl At Home / Ronan / Babe / Forever Winter / Run

Reputation: I Did Something Bad

Lover: London Boy / Soon You'll Get Better / It's Nice to Have a Friend

Folklore: Epiphany / Peace / Hoax

Evermore: Happiness / Long story short / Closure

Midnights: Paris / Glitch / Dear Reader / You're Losing Me

Other possible songs: Beautiful Ghosts / Carolina / Beautiful Eyes / Christmas Tree Farm / I Heart? / Crazier / Only The Young / Sweeter Than Fiction / Eyes Open

Ps: Taylor said that she'll reset the surprise songs for The Eras Tour in 2024.

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ellieswifie · 1 year

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SHE’S A GOOD GIRL !

she such a good girl

meet me in the hallway - exgf!ellie x reader TUESDAY AUG 8 | POSTED after a messy break up with ellie williams, you’ve tried your best to distance yourself from her and her drama. but running into each other at a college party, doesn’t seem to turn in your favor... sign of the times - college!ellie x reader ON HOLD | 4PM EST after years of disallowing yourself to fall in love, you meet ellie williams, who is just as lost and hopeless as you. you both seem to hit it off quick and enjoy each other’s appearances, but are you ready to fall in love? will you ever learn how to love like you use to… carolina - rockstar!ellie x goodgirl!reader ON HOLD | 4PM EST ellie williams meets you, an innocent good girl at a nice bar downtown. the two of you spend the entire night tangled in each others arms, with little to no information about each other. but months past having no contact between you two, except a rumored song about you by non other than your one night stand… two ghost - highschoolbsf!ellie x reader ON HOLD | 4PM EST ellie williams has been in love with you since freshman year of high school. and you’ve been in love with her too. but now that your senior year is wrapping up, and college is around the corner, time is running out. but neither of you will admit your feelings... sweet creature - farm!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST after seattle, you and ellie have found it difficult to put the past in the past, and move on together. you both care a lot for each other but the longer the two of you you guys stay together, the more you feel disconnected… only angel - gf!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST being hopelessly in love with you, like ellie williams is, consists of teasing and praising. ellie williams wants you and wants you to be only hers. her only angel… kiwi - volleyball!ellie x reader SATURDAY AUG 26 | POSTED you and ellie williams are enemies in public and on the court, but certainly not in private. you’ve made ellie not only turned in the head, but completely lost for you. but how can you fall hopelessly for the one girl you hate most in the world, your enemy on the other side of the net…

ever since new york - modern!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST you and ellie williams were the perfect couple, high school sweethearts many would say. but ever since a messy break up, you two distanced yourself from one another, leaving unspoken feelings. but what happens when you see each other years later, still with unresolved feelings… woman - jealousbsf!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST you and your boyfriend have been dating for a few months, nothing too serious, but you both clearly care and long for each other. but your best friend ellie williams clearly disagrees with this relationship. her jealousy instincts grow as she thinks about things he does that she can’t. but who really cares, she’s just your best friend... from the dining table - exgf!ellie x reader TBD | 4PM EST how would you feel watching your first love, first everything move on so fast after your messy break up. well you feel like shit. ellie williams and cat look happy, and you just have to deal with it, because your not a the crazy ex. but how would you feel knowing your first love misses your calls… she’s a good girl she feels so good

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sleekervae · 2 months

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Introducing the OCs: Eleanor

Hi babies!

Been a while since I've done one of these! Seeing as my OC gals feature some pretty significant story lines of their own (we love plots that don’t just focus on romance), in this small series you’ll find some information about the girls, paired with their aesthetics and general behaviour. Today we're gonna learn about our wily cowgirl, Eleanor.

You can find her profile below the cut. There will be spoilers and NSFW content.

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Eleanor is the same or a little bit younger than Billy, but not by much. She's very educated for a woman of her time, her mother made sure she knew how to read, write, calculate, and as a result her father decided to put her to work as a book keeper for their family's ranch. Unfortunately, because she's a woman in the 1860s, most people tend to underestimate her; as a result Eleanor gets one up on many people she comes across. She’s open-minded and doesn’t believe anyone is inherently better than another. Her family has a history of investing in plantations in South Carolina, but she was appalled by the cruelty and abuse inflicted on the slaves. After the Civil War, her family fled to Rosario, where they rebuilt their ranch.

She's a bit of a chameleon and can integrate wherever she goes; be it a simple farm girl or an elegant professional. Her big eyes and kind, feminine demeanour makes her appear very trusting and innocent,; she embraces her charisma and beauty fully and uses it to her own advantage. However, she'll open up and be vulnerable in front of people she only trusts. Her layers will be peeled back and if she truly trusts you, she'll protect you with her life; hence why she's so protective and open with Billy. She's very considerate, however don't ever mistake her kindness for weakness because she'll put a bullet in you without a second thought.

Eleanor was very distrustful of men, especially after her mother died and her father sold her dowry. Being a housewife was never a life she wanted; there was so much to explore in the frontier and being stuck at home with an old, decrepit husband would surely be the death of her. However, her feelings begin to turn when she meets Billy. His kindness and willingness to help her, no questions asked, was something she'd never experienced before with a man, young or old. Their relationship continues to flourish despite how often they separate. No matter where she goes, Eleanor knows that she always wants to be with Billy. It doesn't matter whether he's an outlaw, he's the only man she truly feels safe around.

Billy equally has never been so taken with a woman like he has with Eleanor. Didn't matter how many pretty women he met on his travels, Eleanor was wedged in his mind and no matter what he did, she stayed there. No matter how scared or angry he was, just a thought of her would suddenly ease him. Their private moments together, no matter how scarce they may seem, are always filled with great tenderness and softly spoken words where they quietly discuss the frontier and their future, mixing ordinary life with the greatness of existence. Eleanor likes reading, but mostly being read to. She likes listening to Billy's voice as he reads for her, she likes closing her eyes with her head on his chest and listen to his quiet voice, or with her head on his lap, her eyes droopy as his hand combs her hair while the other one holds the book.

When they're in public together, they could be very rigid, not interacting with each other much as they didn't want particular people in Lincoln to target them. But if Billy needs to touch her, he'll keep a hand on her shoulder or take her hand in his. He'll always let her go through the door or up the stairs first, being a gentleman after all. When they're among friends and can be more relaxed, he'll have his arm around her shoulders, he also likes placing his arm behind her back to reach for her outer thigh, squeezing it gently as he tucks her into his side. If Eleanor's zoning out she'll sometimes prop her chin on his shoulder while he's talking about cards or discussing plans with the other Regulators. Billy loves when she does this, her lips are so close and it makes it so easy to steal a kiss or two -- that certainly zones her back in. And when the alcohol is flowing, Eleanor will wind up in Billy's lap at some point in the night, and it's all good times from there...

Women enjoying sex was quite a taboo topic for the time, Eleanor however found herself enjoying sex quite a bit. Her first time, with a ranch hand on her family’s farm, was dirty and cold on the barn floor, but it was the moment Eleanor truly felt like a woman. With Billy, she reaches new heights of pleasure, and he definitely reaches his sexual peak when he's with Eleanor. To put it simply, Eleanor is a brat—smart, hot-headed, and stubborn. Billy loves taming her because she’s the perfect blend of brains and beauty, keeping him busy and sometimes distracted from his responsibilities.

Billy relishes in learning how to please her, and as he masters her desires, his confidence soars. He delights in teasing her—physically and verbally—whispering all the wicked things he plans to do to her, just to make her shiver on the spot. Their favorite positions reflect their dynamic: missionary, where Eleanor loves the feel of him pressing down on her, and doggy, perfect for some enthusiastic, rowdy fucking. Spooning also makes the list, as it allows Eleanor to handle Billy’s size while keeping things intimate.

Eleanor sometimes feels insecure about her small breasts, but Billy doesn’t mind at all. He’s captivated by her personality, her intellect — and, admittedly, her perfectly shaped butt. He spends a lot of time on her chest, laying there, kissing it, touching it gently. As a consequence, he gets a lot of hair combing, face-touching, and forehead kisses. He likes laying on top of her, with her breasts pillowing his head. He just likes it a lot. It relaxes him and soothes him after a long day in the heat. Eleanor's drawn to people with knowledge and respectability, those who are smart enough to challenge her. She needs someone who can either help her switch off her overactive mind or engage it with sharp wit and spicy conversation. In short, she craves someone who can stimulate her mentally and then and then fuck her brains out with flawless execution of the sex she was thinking about. Billy fits the bill perfectly, embracing the challenge with enthusiasm.

Nothing turns her on more than a heated argument. Eleanor’s fierce, with a strong will and a fiery temper. Their clashes often end with Billy taking her on the nearest available surface, whether by putting her in her place when she’s being bratty or sweet-talking her into submission — a skill he’s naturally gifted at. After they’ve burned off their tempers, they take the time to analyze their disagreements, understanding what triggered the conflict and trying to see things from each other’s perspective. They know that good sex doesn’t solve problems, and they’re both committed to communicating openly once their tempers cool. Though they’re both stubborn and impulsive, they’ve learned to navigate their differences through shared emotional language.

Their disagreements rarely stem from differing morals or life views; it’s usually Billy’s recklessness or Eleanor’s elusive nature that sparks tension. But regardless of the cause, their arguments often lead to a good, passionate, and thoroughly satisfying fuck.

When it comes to foreplay, Eleanor is incredibly giving—partly because of her nurturing nature and partly because she loves watching Billy unravel under her touch. Her favorite kind of foreplay is a hand or blowjob, and she’s more than happy to do it just because, no special occasion needed. And of course, Billy isn’t the type to deny her what she wants.

Their connection is instinctual, not one for elaborate plans or premeditated moves, which makes their encounters feel wild and raw. Everything between them is passionate, especially when it comes to sex. But when emotions run high, their intimacy shifts—sex becomes soft and gentle, every touch cherished as if it might be their last.

Yet, Billy knows how to slow down and take his time, particularly when it comes to eating her out. Eleanor’s had her share of disappointing experiences in the past, so for Billy, it’s a chance to show her just how enamored, dedicated, and passionate he is. In those moments, he’s all about her, making sure she feels nothing but pleasure and love.

Their sleeping position depends on the mood. Usually, Billy wraps around Eleanor from behind, making her the small spoon, his arm and leg draped protectively over her as he cups her breast. Eleanor loves it when he pulls her close, letting her drift off with her head on his chest, held securely at his side. On nights when Billy is feeling more vulnerable, she softens, letting him rest his head on her chest, curling up beside her as she gently strokes his hair. After sex or during a nap, their closeness intensifies. There’s plenty of innocent breast-touching, but things can easily heat up if Billy’s in the mood for another round. Cockwarming is also a frequent occurrence, keeping them intimately connected as they drift in and out of sleep.

Their aftercare is deeply emotional and intimate. As Billy relaxes, he opens up, talking about the things that weigh on his mind and make him feel vulnerable. Eleanor is always there to listen, to soothe his worries, and to reassure him, helping him to stop overthinking and find peace in her embrace.

Billy and Eleanor are a fun couple, still navigating the ups and downs of their relationship, but grounded in a foundation of gentleness and sensitivity. Their connection runs deep, forged by the harsh realities of frontier life and their shared determination to survive whatever comes their way. As they grow both personally and socially, their bond only strengthens, showing them that they can face anything the world throws at them—as long as they have each other. Their love is the kind that endures, built on trust, resilience, and a deep understanding that together, they’re unstoppable.

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