#I hope she is what i see when i reach the pearly gates

[the-phantom-peach]

hi

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[washeduphazbin]

Hi, I would like to ask for a smut from Adam x fem Reader, his dear wife is going to pay him a visit at his work and in the end they almost get paid for lute

New Eve (Adam x Fem! Wife! Reader)

-SMUT AHEAD MINORS DNI-

Other warnings: Adam Being Adam

I hope I wrote this ask and understood it correctly! Adam is my guilty pleasure. I love men who are dumb as rocks and who are going to be absolutely leashed by even stronger women.

REQUESTS OPEN

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There's a saying that all good things come in threes, Lilith, Eve, and you. Adam's final wife, who physically couldn't be swayed by Lucifer because Adam had met you in Heaven. When you passed through the pearly gates, you were greeted by none other than the first human himself. You were in awe for about two seconds until you quickly gathered the first man was a complete and utter dickhead. He seemed to falter when you walked past him to greet an angel named Lute, Adam's second in command. She tensed a little as you introduced yourself, ignoring Adam's protests that dubbed you a Queen Mega Bitch.

All this to say, it took about three months before Lute caught Adam sticking his tongue down your throat with you latched onto him like a koala. You made a distressed sound at being caught while listening to Adam laugh above you. You distinctly heard him call your mouth as good as a vagina while pressing a kiss to your hairline. "Adam!" You hissed, pulling on the horns of his mask as he let out a defiant sound, "Inappropriate."

"Ugh yeah, that's kind of my thing, sugar tits."

"You need to not make it your thing, or this thing doesn't happen." You drew your line in the metaphorical sand before marching out of the room, faintly hearing Lute argue about Adam's behavior behind you.

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Two years later, you were Adam's new 'Eve' in heaven with two golden rings to prove the love that formed between the two of you...somehow. Did the both of you fight constantly? Yes. Did you want to wring his neck every time he opened the gaping hole he called a mouth? Also Yes. But did you love him...unfortunately. Even though he had a laundry list of bad habits, a vulgar mouth, and gross hobbies, he had his moments. He was protective, fiercely so, and despite his fuck boy personality, he only had his sights set on you. Lute often asked you what you saw in Adam, and you'd reluctantly sigh and give a tired grin, "He makes me laugh. Plus, with proper motivation, he's putty in my hand." Lute made a sound of understanding, nodding her head,

"Ah, yes. Use your feminine wiles to control those weaker than you, even if they may be physically stronger. We must use what we are given as women. Well, you must. I'm very strong without using that to my advantage."

"Yes, exactly," You snickered as Lute stopped outside Adam's office. "Which is exactly why Sera put me in charge of convincing Adam to meet with The Morningstar's daughter." You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'll see you back here later, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lute bowed, "I wish you luck...you'll need it. He's in one of his moods." before taking off into the sky and down the hall. You reached up with a stretch of your arms, fluffing up your wings to look extra pretty before knocking on Adam's door,

"Adam." You hummed, knocking on the grand marble door once before opening it. You leaned against the entranceway, wings brushing against the floor, as his head shot up.

"Sugartits!"

"Not my name!" You dodged Adam's hug with a flurry of your wings; he grinned, shoving the door closed with his hip. "Adam," you said in warning as he used his angelic magic to fly towards you and trap you within his arms.

"and what would you prefer I call you? My Bitch? Wifey?" He mused, peppering sloppy kisses against your cheek and down your neck. "We could go with Queen or Goddess, preferably." You shot back, dragging Adam down to sit in his chair; you hummed gently, removing his mask from his face. He leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk as you slid down into his chest, straddling his hips. You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, and he melted into your touch, "My name works, too."

"I guess we can settle on Queen. Does that make me your King?" Adam preened as you scratched under his chin,

"Without a doubt...but we must talk about the Young Morningstar."

"Who?" He made a faux confused face which you raised an eyebrow back at in response, "Ugh, Lucifer's cunt daughter. What about her?"

"She's been begging for a meeting. I suggest you meet with her." Your lips began to trail down his neck, nipping at his skin as his body flushed.

"But that's so much work, sugar." He groaned, running his clawed hands through your hair, "Can't I just say fuck off back to hell we're gonna exterminate all of you regardless."

"Sera wants you to at least meet with her one time; she's giving you a lot of trust to handle this on your own."

"And if I do what you ask, what'll you give me?" He mused, eyes sparkling. You huffed, hitting him with the back of your wing, and he laughed, "Come on, you gotta sweeten the deal for me, mama."

"You're such a bastard." You huffed, moving to pull your hair out of your face. He moved his legs to the ground, and you could slide between his knees. "Robe off unless you want dirty," you commanded as Adam fumbled out of it quickly.

"I love you~" He leaned back with a sly grin, hand reaching up to move your head closer to his lip. Your fingers spread across his thighs, and you huffed softly, looking up at him.

"I love you more. If I do this for you, you promise to meet with young Lady Morningstar?"

"You can't just fuck me because you love me?"

"Bite me." You sneered, but there wasn't any malice in your voice as he stood up, picking you up off the ground and pressing your back against his desk.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. I can't say your robes will survive, though I might need to get you some new ones." Adam popped the buttons on your robe, allowing your body to be laid bare for his eyes. He watched your breathing hitch as his long claw trailed down your neck to your chest. "Fuck I love these puppies, you know that?" Adam grinned, grabbing fistfuls of your breasts, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content. Your husband was like an oversized golden retriever. When he sees something he likes, he obsesses over it like a man deranged. His favorite playthings of yours were your tits and ass. "Any meetings?"

"None. I'm yours for the rest of the day. You can mark me how you'd like; I'm yours, my husband. Well, until you meet with the Princess."

"Fuckkkkk yeah, baby, come 'ere." Adam dove between your breasts, and he felt you suck in air through your teeth. He began to bite and suck on the supple flesh of your chest; you keened, arching into his mouth, hands tangling in his brown hair. You could tell from the way his teeth would graze against your nipples and your flesh he was doing everything in his power to leave marks on the skin.

"Adam...ngh." You panted, feeling his hand move down from your breast to slide down your stomach and between your legs. "Shit," You squeaked, feeling him tease your clit with his thumb and forefinger with a dopey grin on his face.

"There's my favorite girl," He flicked your nub skillfully; for being a massive asshole, this prick sure knew where to find your clit. One finger slid between your folds, and you tossed your head against the cold marble desk. "Damn, only one finger has you acting up? I must not be treating you good enough," He purred as another finger entered you, stretching you out to be big enough for, 'the first ever man god created.' Adam watched with delight as your wings spread out and trembled, glowing with a soft golden glow. "That's it, you're being such a good girl for me. Are you ready?"

"Yes." You panted, "Adam, please."

"God, you beg so nicely, you little slut," His hand reached up to grip your throat, causing you to let out a desperate whine, hips bucking into his fingers. "Beg Harder," He demanded, moving your hand to palm him through his trousers, stiff and aching. "Look at how hard you make me. How desperate. I need you to worship your god."

"Yes, sir." You purred, "You're my God, Adam. I need you, I'd worship for your love, your touch, your dick." You dragged your hand up your chest, playing with the swell of your own breast, "Don't you want to make me happy, baby?"

"More than anything." Adam's eyes lit up in elation, "Stay with me. Don't go to Lucifer. You're mine." He snarled, hands around your throat, "Say it."

"I'm with you. Only you. Forever Adam." His entire body seemed to relax when you said that, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and lips. "I love you, you annoying Dickweed."

"Love you more, Sugartits." He grinned cheekily before lowering himself to you with a hiss-like laugh. "Tight as ever, and that's why I love you,"

"If you keep talking nonsense while you're literally inside me, I'll cut off your dick,"

"Sounds kinky."

"Adam."

"Fine, Fine, you're so vanilla." He mused, albeit his tone was much softer, fonder than his earlier teasing. His hands grabbed under your knees and pressed you close with a snap of his hips. You both let out a moan, yours higher pitched and needier, bucking your hips, searching for more friction than he was currently providing. You always savored the way he was able to fill you up, he wasn't the longest but god was he thick filling you in all the right ways. Every time his hips snapped into you, you could feel just how deep he kissed your cervix. "Yeah, you like that?" He panted, "Like how deep I'm getting? From the way you're dripping, you're practically soaking through my table. Your vag is like a vice, babe, so tight for this big cock."

"Hm. Your words always know how to turn me o-ng-ff." You moaned out this end at a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck you," You panted as he grinned down at you,

"Good news, wifey, that's exactly what we're doing-"

"Sir!" You let out a scream as Lute slammed the door of his office open, you climbed against Adam's body like an embarrassed Nun. He groaned, still inside you but having the decency to cover you with his wings.

"What do you need, Lute? I'm a little busy getting it on with my sexy ass wife." Adam complained, motioning to the top of your head, to which you made an embarrassed sound of mortification. "Can this be rescheduled or-"

"The Princess of Hell is here, Sir. She just showed up-"

"Are you for real telling me that the bitch Princess of Hell is seriously cucking me right now?!"

"...Yes."

"(Y/n) If I killed her for interrupting us, would you be pissed?"

"Beyond Adam."

"Fuck."

[forever-fixating]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Hump Day! I was tagged by the lovely, lovely @priincebutt! Pride Month has been very productive for writing so far. Got two teasers for yall again because I'm so super geeked about both of these chatpers. My bestie Kate has been helping me as a beta reader in the best way, and I cannot wait to share what I've got. Enjoy!

living in a new normal

“Fucking shit!” Alex gasped. “Do you even have a gag reflex?”

“Yes,” Henry slurped, lifting his head. “Though the queer and closeted population of Oxford did their level best to rid me of it.”

“Oh my fuck,” Alex choked out, his head jerking up from the pillow to glare down at Henry. “You can’t just say shit like that, Henry!”

“So stop me then,” and back down he went.

Henry loved sucking cock. If the non-existent God of the universe struck him down in that moment, he would sashay up the pearly gates with a smile on his face. He felt shame about many things in his life, but loving men was never one of them. Alex was a picture perfect example of why. The sculpted masculine power of his body. The coarse hair dusting his chest and legs. The burn of his stubble in the morning. Henry knew how lucky he was to live in a time and place where he could lay in the bed of a beautiful man and suck his cock in relative peace.

Alex fucked into his mouth with careful, confident strokes, fingers tight in Henry’s hair. He moaned that he was close, and Henry tapped his hip to signal that it was okay to finish in his mouth. The familiar salty taste lit up his tastebuds as Alex keened from above. Moments passed before Henry swallowed the last of Alex’s release and lifted his mouth. He joined Alex at the head of the bed and gave him a languid kiss. The younger man moaned into it, and Henry greedily swallowed every lovely sound.

“Why don’t I find this gross?” Alex mumbled.

Henry pushed a damp curl from Alex’s forehead. “Because you don’t. No need to psychoanalyze it.”

Alex smiled. “You’re so smart, baby.”

“Nope.” Henry kissed Alex’s chin. “Just a fan of cum-flavored kisses.”

“Changed my mind. You’re fucking ridiculous.”

A Tournament for His Heart

The garden was buzzing with their fellow guests when Alex and Nora arrived. He let Nora take the lead on introductions as she had devoted herself to the task of learning who was invited from which country or region. Declan kept his distance, looking comically out of place. Alex browsed the selection of finger foods and was unimpressed. Still, his stomach rumbled, and he inhaled a few underseasoned chicken sandwiches.

“Prince Alexander, I presume?”

The voice belonged to an older man with a narrow face and sharp eyes. Alex nodded. “And you are, sir?”

“Lord Jeffery Richards,” he replied with a bow. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Alex felt as though he were being assessed. The man’s reputation preceded him, and none of it was complimentary. “You’re the first I’ve met of my fellow competitors.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Alex asked, unable to help himself, “but aren’t you using a proxy in the tournament? Is it truly fair to say that you’re competing?”

“As are the majority, if memory serves. Not all of us have delusions of romantic grandeur carrying us through.”

Alex clenched his fist, his smile feeling more brittle with each passing second. “Perhaps it’s because I see Prince Henry as more than a prize to be won.”

“That is a sweet notion, Your Highness,” Richards laughed, giving Alex a condescending smack on the arm. “I had heard rumors that the two of you had an attachment in your youth. I hope you won’t be too disappointed when my man carries the day. He is quite the jousting master and has never been unhorsed.”

“Nor have I.” And with that, Alex excused himself to find Nora.

A/N- Shoutout to my fellow Knight's Tale fans. That Jocelyn moment was one of my favorites, so I had to give it to Alex. I still need to edit these chapters as well as write a couple more so I don't have massive gaps in between posting. Fans of LIANN are not ready for Paris.

Tagging @onthewaytosomewhere @piratefalls @dragonflylady77 and anyone else eager to share!

[hawthornpenrose]

For each of the following items, indicate whether you think it's morally okay or not.

For I do not reside behind the pearly gates, much less guard them, I am under no false impression that I could hold court on anyone's moral character, passing judgement and slamming my gavel down to sentence one for their actions. I am only the observer, at times the vessel for life's dictation, and nothing nothing nothing more. With all that endlessly being said...

An army lieutenant neglects to file a report on a civilian killing done by his troops because he knows it was an accident. OKAY && NOT OKAY. If you do not find war, war will find you. The first battle we're drafted into is the one inside ourselves. We label it conscience and it returns to sender under guilt.

Tina promises her dying mother that she'll visit her grave once a month. After the mother has passed away, Tina finds it hard to squeeze in the time, and her visits drop to about once a year. OKAY && NOT OKAY. Tina's promise was surely made to soothe her sickled ma-ma in her final hours. But that's the fickleness with promises: they're full of promise for what could be and what could be done; Tina has done the undone and the unfulfilled.

A man orders a custom-built sex doll designed to look just like his neighbor. OKAY && NOT OKAY. Peculiar investment! We'll attempt to humanize this man by giving him a name. Now under a new identity, Henri's bonds are different than how you and I may see them, but his neighbor could be all the willing for this unorthodoxical adventure in the boudoir.

Sarah's dog has four puppies. She can only find a home for two of them, so she kills the other two with a stone to the head. NOT OKAY. Those poorest of the poor creatures! A stone! Graphic.

A doctor has been preforming consensual yet illegal procedures on someone in hopes of finding a cure for his ill sister. OKAY && NOT OKAY. This person of medicine must have a resolution inside of them that dwindles the severity of the laws of mankind, a will that strong is to be applauded, but if the reach of justice cannot capture them, what else will they evade?

A neglectful husband pushes his wife to an affair. When the affair ends, the wife's partner nearly kills her and her unborn daughter. The husband kills the affair partner. OKAY && NOT OKAY. A tangle web we weave, but who is the spider and who is the fly?

September has run out of food and is facing death by starvation. She begins to cannibalize her family's loyal staff. They do not fight back. OKAY && NOT OKAY. Seppie, without question, would never! But it couldn't be inexcusable if the willingness was equal on both sides of the buffet.

A mother gives birth to identical twins. One follows their ambitions and the other becomes a shut in. The family make it clear which child they prefer. OKAY && NOT OKAY. When sharing the same face, the parents confuse the two and the feelings are distributed in fair share. The bias accidentally cancels out in its strange parity.

Natalie is so focused on survival she fires a shot without thinking. She did not intend to kill her elderly neighbor, but she hides the body regardless. She denies knowing what happened to the now missing resident. OKAY && NOT OKAY. The elder woman's family grieves without chance for closure, but at its price it will sacrifice the future of another to take the place. Years pass. The family heals over like a scab that never scars, one flick of the nail away from bleeding once more. One day, Natalie's gun is found, the cold case reopened, the ballistics are matched, and the executioner and redeemer become one person in the form a detective who must make their choice on who they will embody more. .... How does the title Angel of Deadly Redemption ring to the eyes?

A woman is facing a lifetime of medical issues. She continues to put her family and those around her in emotional and medical debt. She lives a hollow life and continues leaching off of those who support her. OKAY && NOT OKAY. The toll of living is weighed against the tax of death every day.

Please provide a response to each of the following prompts. Leaving a prompt blank will also be considered a response, and you will be assessed for refusal to answer.

In the event of a life or death situation, would you put yourself or others first?

That is a deceptively complex question, full of nuances that would mold the answer into its final form.

How far would you be willing to go to ensure your own survival throughout this ordeal?

As long as there is breath in my lungs, I will refuse to compromise the moral compass that rights my passage through this life of ours. It's the most unfortunate thing that I wasn't elected to leave these walls and venture out to that ghastly accident, putting at risk the souls of two others in my stead.

Is there anyone in the building you have developed strong attachments to?

The Wexleys have become dearest of patrons, and I've grown quite attached to Zane Sanders.

Do you think it is possible to survive infection through alternative means such as removing the infected limb? Would you be willing to undergo this procedure to ensure your own survival?

Anything and everything is possible in a world of unknowns!

Will following the general consensus lead to improved odds of survival, or would you have a better chance following an assigned leader?

We are often much better off acting under the aegis of the democracy, but if there is a need for a leader to be assigned, I would be the utmost service.

What is the appropriate response to the following situation?

Your daughter falls ill and needs a specific, uncommon kind of antibiotic that will be hard to find; without the full course, the pathogen will survive, regroup, and kill her anyway.You are scavenging a pharmacy, where you find another group, and manage to not shoot each other. You ask them about the antibiotic, and they have it, but they also need the antibiotic, for the wife of someone in their group.You cannot share the antibiotic because it would just kill both people, and they have the antibiotic in their pack. This is likely the only complete dose set you will find, as the other stores have been picked totally clean and there are no friendly groups in the area.

Oh, what tragic tragedy runs through the streets of the forlorn. A wife and her adoring husband tugs at the heartstrings, as you may remember how such angst has touched me in the past and I've never entirely grown beyond those hauntingly vivid days. It's only within my wildest of imaginations can I put myself in the shoes of a father whose daughter is just as ill and in need. The solution of personal sacrifice is the only option that I can see. I could not live another day to relive, even vicariously, the grief of losing a loved one. It will be I who will step into the rowboat and pay the ferryman whatever cost.

[shitpostingiris]

The last time-Part 3

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When y/n walked towards the pearly gates of heaven she couldn’t help the tears that fell. The realization that finally hit her. She was truly dead…….she’d never see her lover again. She knew deep down that she should hate even loath dream for his words and actions. Yet she could not bring herself to do sow.

As the gates opened she was greeted by the deity. Her eyes widening as she set sights on the glowing being in front of her. Extending a hand towards her. Silently asking her to follow and y/n did without a word spoken between the two. As the two walked alongside each other y/n spoke first a quiet hush voice almost a whisper “should I….hate him?” The deity seemed to speak through her mind y/n not once seeing them open their mouth “….do you think you should my child?” Y/n could only stare at her feet as the two entered the gardens and sat on the soft grass. “I think I should.. For all his actions were to hurt me. Dream knew what his words…his actions would do to me….and yet he held no hesitation in his words.” Tears began to swell in y/n's eyes as she relived the many memories “and yet I can not bring myself to have any other feelings towards him but….love. Pure adoration for the man who single handedly ended my life.” Y/n smiled as she wiped the stray tears from her cheeks. “I was never one to really understand human emotions. Even as I am human. But yet as the days I spent with Morpheus I knew I truly loved him.”

The deity sat quietly as y/n spoke of morpheus. Of his actions and her love for the god. Finally as the pair's eyes connected the deity spoke “I may be a god my child. But yet even I do not know the complexities of emotions. Even as I have been around since time started they are a mystery to me. But yet I see nothing wrong with still loving the man who killed you.” The deity reached a hand out to caress y/ns cheek “nothing wrong at all.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile as a sigh of relief passed her lips. Finally feeling as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Y/n closed her eyes tears pushing through her lashes as they cascaded down her face “do you think he knows……will he come for me?” Y/ns voice broke as she spoke those last words. The deity let a small smile paint their lips “I am sure he will y/n but until then I’d like to give you a present” y/ns eyes furrowed at their words opening her eyes to look up at the deity “a present? What else could you give me that you haven’t already?” As y/n opened her mouth to speak again her skin began to heat up. Not so much to be uncomfortable but…a comfortable heat.

On that day in the gardens y/n was gifted a set of wings. Large pure white wings, feathers as if every tip had been dipped in liquid gold. They shone with glittering light, almost blindingly. Y/n was enjoying her life in the heaven as much as she could. Yet the sorrow and want for her lover still filled her. The emotion she felt for dream never quieting. Only one man could save her from the despair she felt.

The man who hurt her, the man who caused her so much despair, and sorrow. The man who was the cause of her untimely end. The man she still loved more than anything in this universe, her forever lover…… Morpheus. She waited every day for him hoping he’d come for her, never letting up hope in him.

Y/n thought to herself quite often. If people were to hear of their story. It would be considered a Greek tragedy. One filled with so much love, lust, sorrow, hate, despair.…and endless hope. A story written amongst the shining stars.

Dream bound himself in long blackened fabric that flowed beautifully around him and to the floor, leather casted over his chest and forearms. Lucienne watched her master quietly. She could see the glint of tears pooled in his eyes. Yet she stayed quiet knowing nothing she could say would bring ease to his mind.

Everyone Knew the dangers of entering another’s realm uninvited. Yet dream would let nothing stop him from this journey. Dream stood in the throne room looking to Lucienne “I hope you don’t mind watching over the realm one last time?” She only shook her head with a small smile “not at all master. Go get y/n back” Dream nodded as he let the sand spill over his hand. Quietly setting his mind and sights on his destination as the sand billowed around him unforgivingly. As if it itself had known dreams actions and was…..upset even.

When dreamed opened his eyes to the blinding light. Having to take a moment to get used to the white lights. His nerves were already shot. Nervous for the sights that would behold him. Taking a deep breath he started up the stairs. He would not let his nerves get in his way. His hands clenched into fists at his side.

To be greeted with open gates as he reached the top of the stairs. A sight that perplexed him. He wasn’t prepared to be welcomed with open arms….opened gates even. Stepping into the threshold he looked up to see the glowing deity. He half Bowed quickly in front of the deity. Rising after a few seconds dream took a deep breath. Looking up to the being in front of him. He finally spoke “I’m sure you know why I am here, my lord.” The deity glowered at dream. Yet stayed quiet as it turned around and started to walk. Dream followed the deity not sure what was going to happen to him. Walking side by side with the powerful being dream seemed almost uncomfortable. The stoic endless would be unrecognizable to most if seen.

Never another word was spoken between the two as they walked. Dream looked very out of place. Dressed in pitch black but surrounded by the glowing lights. Other beings stared at the pair as they walked farther into the realm. Dream paying no mind to them. He only thought of one thing ‘y/n’.

They emerged into a beautiful garden. One that could even rival fiddlers green. Wildlife seemed to thrived here, along with the endless wiles of mother nature. The sun shining brightly framed by fluffy white clouds. The light illuminating everything around. Dream wondered what other parts of the haven looked like. Finally his eyes landed on a beautiful being. Their large wings shining along with the sunlight. The being itself seemed to put off light. So bright it could rival the sun. As the angel turned to look at the pair. Dream finally saw their face. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes widened out of surprise and shock. Tears brimmed his eyes threatening to fall. He let out a quiet breathy name “Y/n”.

Y/n sat in the garden plays with the animals. She quickly grew attached to the garden. One that reminded her of the fiddlers green. She sat on a small marble bench fiddling with the flowers in her hands. Y/n could feel the deity enter the garden along with another presence entering the garden right alongside. Taking a minute to finish the flower crown she was making before she turned to greet them. Her eyes immediately fell to the smaller black clad figure beside the deity. Her eyes widened in surprise as their eyes locked.

Y/n couldn't help the feeling of relief that filled her as tears fell unapologetically. Yet she stood still letting her eyes fall to the ground beneath her, not taking a step closer to the endless. Y/n had grown to understand her emotions more the longer she stayed in the haven. Letting a deep sigh escape her lips she finally spoke. “My lord, could me and Morpheus speak alone please?” She glanced up towards the deity smiling as it walked from the garden. She sat back down onto the cold marble patting the space next to her. “Come, sit down my love.” Dream walked towards her with a slight hesitation in his steps. Yet when he finally sat beside her y/n couldn’t help but wrap her arms tightly around his form “I’ve missed you morpheus.”

Dream couldn’t regulate his emotions as so many flooded his entire being as he felt y/ns arms around his body once again. He felt her wings blanket his form only seconds after. A warmth spreading through his being, a warmth he had never felt before. The feeling of complete comfort and peacefulness. He could feel just how tightly y/n hugged him, how much she had truly missed him. He wrapped an arm around her waist as the other found its way into her hair “as I’ve missed you too y/n” one emotion pressed deeper into dream ‘regret’. He took the moment to speak first as he pulled away from the hug. He held onto y/ns hands tightly as he looked into her shining eyes “I…I’m sorry. I am truly sorry for what I’ve done y/n. I was…scared. Scared of the emotions that ran rampant between us. I pushed you away in hopes of not hurting you…..yet i've done the exact opposite. I’m so sorry y/n. I never wanted to lose you. To take my anger and frustration out on you. Every time you would cry due to my actions it’d break me. I love you y/n. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything” Dream couldn’t help the few tears that escaped his eyes but did not care to wipe it away quickly. As he spoke the emotions that pooled into him for years finally flooded out lacing his words with so much emotion it’d overwhelm anyone.

Y/ns smiled never faltered as dream spoke. She knew why dream did what he did. Yet as he spoke and the pure unfiltered emotion that laced his words she wouldn’t tell him that. A rare sight she was seeing. Morpheus, dream of the endless, was crying. Opening his heart up to her fully for the first time. Y/n let a hand travel to cup dreams face “I know dream, and I do not resent you for what you did. I don’t think I could ever truly hate you no matter what you could say or do. You need not apologize to me for I have already forgiven you.” Y/n leaned into dream. Their lips finally connecting again after months. Electricity seemed to flow between the two, a flood of emotion filled the kiss. Enough to leave both breathless.

The two held their foreheads together, silence embracing the two again for a moment before y/n spoke “so what now? Am I stuck here for eternity. To only see you when you have time to visit me?” Y/n was interrupted by the deity’s voice; it seemed as if the deity was laughing.

The pair broke apart quickly as their eyes went directly to the god. “Y/n My child do you think of me so mean to separate this kind of love?” The deity walked to y/n softly picking her up and placing her in his palm. Lifting his hand so they could look face to face. With a kind smile it nodded “To separate love. The love and bond you two share is far beyond the range of my power. It’s as if the universe itself has connected the two of you.” The deity smiled “I'm not a cruel god.I give you both permission to leave and I give a gift to you y/n.”

Y/ns eyes never left it’s eyes “a gift my lord? What else could you give me that you haven’t already.” Words that mirrored their first encounter. A smile rose to the deity’s lips reaching its eyes “you may keep your wings. They are yours now forever and always y/n. You have blessed my realm in the short time you’ve been here, and for that I am thankful.” The deity’s eyes cut down to dreams narrowing as he placed y/n back into her feet beside dream. “Morpheus, dream of the endless, the sandman. I say this only once. As y/n is now a child of mine you do anything to harm her. I’ll spare you no kindness” Dream nodded towards the deity silently. Y/n walked back to dream as the deity softly placed her back on the ground. As the two clasped their hands together. Sand began to swirl around the pair softer than what dream had felt before. Y/b frantically waved goodbye to the deity who blessed her before the pair vanished for the haven.

The residents of the dreaming welcomed y/n back home with open arms. All joyed to have her back in the realm they all called home. Some brought to tears at the sight of y/n and her new form. Lucienne being the first to greet them outside of the palace gates.

Dream promised y/n from that day on he’d walk through fire for her, call her his queen, love her till the end of time, and he meant it since that day dream never brought tears to y/ns eyes again.

Y/n knew she’d never stopped loving morpheus. Even when he had hurt her. That bond stayed unbreakably strong. Even as she still carried dreams harsh words with her. She would never change anything that had happened. So much love, and good came from the hurt, and hate.

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[absurdthirst]

Whiskey’s Sugar {Agent Whiskey x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14.4k

Warnings: Oral sex (female and male receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, pregnancy, angst, death

Comments: A chance meeting with a cowboy at a rodeo changes your life forever. Jack Daniels captures your attention on the back of a bull, then he manages to capture your heart and in turn, giving you his. 

A/N: This story does contain character death. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Lord, he is a sight. Long, lean limbs that hold onto that bronco like he was born on a steer’s back. Dark eyes narrow in concentration and his hand - fuck, are they really that large? - grip the ropes while one hand is held up, keeping his body centered on the back of one very pissed off bull. 

The crowd in the area is going crazy for him. He’s good, you can tell that straight away. He had been cocky when his name was announced, climbing up on the sides of the gates and sweeping off his cowboy hat to acknowledge the crowd as reigning champion. Jack Daniels had held on for 9.23 seconds the last time he was on the back of Ballbuster and everyone here was hoping it would be a longer ride tonight. 

He’s good, clenching his jaw as he keeps on the bull as long as possible until he is jumping off, escaping over the gate. You exhale, feeling the tension escape your body, and you glance around to see the crowd screaming and hollering for their big star. You turn to your boyfriend, “I’m gonna go get a drink. You want something?” You ask, and he shakes his head, barely even taking his attention off of the rodeo. You sigh, feeling like you don’t even need to be here at all, he doesn’t pay you no mind. Asshole will probably ask for a blowjob after he drives you home though. You make your way over to the drinks stand, ordering a Coke, and just when you go to pay, a hand reaches out place the cash down on the counter. 

“Cokes on me.” A deep voice offers, and you frown, turning around to see the cowboy from earlier, Jack Daniels. 

“Thank you.” You nod, taking the bottle from the vendor. 

“So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing somewhere like this?” He asks, tilting his hat up so you can see his eyes. You stare at him, he’s even more handsome up close. Dark eyes and a strong nose that leads down to his mustache and pouty lips. 

“Did your parents name you Jack Daniels or is that a stage name?” You counter, not answering his original question.

Jack gives you a slow grin, showing off pearly white teeth. “Hand to God, my momma decided she was going to name me after the liquor that got her expecting me.” He tells you with a wink. You giggle, not believing him for a second and shaking your head as the girl behind the counter slaps down two cokes and snatches up the money to get the change. 

“Bullshit.” You challenge, picking up your coke and sticking the straw between your teeth. 

Jack smirks, liking your fire already, and he steps closer to you. “I swear that’s my legal name. Here, lemme show you.” He reaching into his pocket for his wallet, grabbing his change and he pulls out his ID. “See? Tellin’ you the truth sweetheart and you’re breakin’ my heart.” He groans playfully. 

You grab his wallet, inspecting the ID. “Jesus. Your mama really likes whiskey, huh?” You chuckle, giving him back his wallet. 

“Ain’t nothing like it. Smooth and smoky with a pleasant after burn.” Jack smirks, grabbing his Coke, and his eyes flick down when you take the straw between your lips. “I’m going to take you out on a date. Tonight.” Jack declares and you nearly spit out the sofa. 

“What? What gave you that idea?” You laugh. 

“I like you and I don’t fuck around when I meet someone I like. I’m a straight shooter.” He declares. 

“I have a boyfriend.” You retort. 

“Sugar, lemme ask you one question.” Jack says, stepping closer to you. “Does your boyfriend make you cum so hard he makes your thighs shake, and your voice echoes so loud your neighbors on the next ranch over complain?” He asks, eyebrows raised. You swallow harshly, cunt clenching at his filthy words and you dumbly shake your head. “No? Then go tell that jackass that you’re dumping him, and lemme take you out and treat you right.” He orders. 

You stare at him, unable to deny that you want him. You’ve had a better conversation with him than you have with your boyfriend in months. You nod, handing him your Coke, and you walk back to where your boyfriend is. “Did you get me a beer, baby?” Your boyfriend asks, holding his hand out. When you don’t respond, he frowns. “You didn’t get me a beer?” He huffs, “I fucking told you to-” 

You cut him off. “It’s over Derek. Go find some other girl who loves getting your food and drinks like a server and is happy with two minutes of sex with no orgasm. I’m done.” You grab your jacket and make your way back to Jack.

Jack lifts a brow at your set jaw and looks past you to see the presumably ex-boyfriend scowling after you. “That is the ex?” He huffs, shaking his head. “Sugar, you set the bar low.” He tsks, and hands you back the coke, before he puts his hand  on your lower back to guide you towards the side of the rink. He still has to wait for the scores to be announced, but he already knows he’s won the bull riding competition. He leans over and his mustache tickles the shell of your ear. “As soon as they announce me the winner of this little event, we can celebrate by you takin’ Jack’s mustache for a ride of your own.” He murmurs in your ear. “See how long you can stay on.” 

You inhale sharply, unable to believe that a night out at a rodeo with your boyfriend has turned into this. You smirk, turning your head to look at the cowboy. “And if you lose?” You taunt playfully. 

“Sugar…I don’t lose.” He winks, his hand sliding a little lower to rest on the threadbare hem of your daisy dukes. 

“And what if I don’t just want to ride your mustache?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh there’s multiple events in our private rodeo.” Jack coos, sliding his finger under the hem and a rough finger strokes the skin of your thigh. “Mustache ridin’ is just the opening one. The headliner is definitely seeing how you look ridin’ my cock until you cum, then letting me put your legs on my shoulders and seeing if you’re a screamer or a squirter.” He tells you smugly with a wink and a devilish grin. 

You bite your lip to try and stop yourself whimpering. “I’m a squirter. Found that out alone with my dildo.” You tell him with a whisper, smirking when they announce his scores and the camera for the big screen zooms in on Jack. The crowd cheers as they announce his scores, and you grin when you see him on top of the leaderboard. “Looks like you won, cowboy. What’s your prize?” You ask.

Jack sweeps his hat off his head and lifts to the cheering crowd with a grin on his face. “You, sugar.” He declares, wrapping his other arm around your body and with the cameras trained on the pair of you and knowing that your ex is still watching from his seat in the stands, Jack dips you down and presses his lips to yours. The volume in the area raises, becoming a roar as fans whistle and stomp while Jack slides his tongue into your mouth and strokes yours eagerly. 

You grab onto his jacket, pressing yourself against his chest as his tongue explores your mouth. You pull back after a second, reaching for his hat, and you place it on your head. You grin at him, “come on cowboy. I’m ready to ride.” You reach down and cup him through his jeans, eyes widening at how big he is through his jeans.

Brash, cocky and full of himself, Jack bends down and tosses you over his shoulder. Making your shriek and grabbing his hat so it doesn’t fall off your head as he smacks your ass. The crowd is whistling again as Jack plays up to it, carrying you through the breezeway and out of the arena, knowing that your ex will be fuming, not that he cares about that. “You want me gamey, sugar, or do you want me to clean up?” He asks as he sets you down next to his truck. 

“What’s the point of cleaning up when you’re just going to get dirty again?” You smirk, pushing him up against his truck. You wrap your arms around his neck and drag him down to press your lips to his. You slide your tongue into his mouth and it’s electric. You’ve never felt like this before. Your ex was boring as shit. He never made your skin feel like it’s on fire with a simple touch. His hands grip your ass, and you press yourself against him, needing more.

Jack reaches behind you, fumbling for the door to his truck and pulls you tighter against him as he swings it open. Groaning into your mouth as he backs you up to where the back of your knees hit the bottom of the door and he smirks when he pulls away. “Get in the truck darlin’.” Jack knows that he should wait, but fuck if he wants to. You are fiery and sexy, making him want to not waste a second. There aren’t too many people in the parking lot and the truck is positioned to where no one can see the passenger side. He chuckles darkly as he pushes you down onto the bench seat and flicks the button of your tiny shorts open. “Ready for round one darlin’?” 

You gasp when he drags your shorts and panties down in one tug, tossing them into the front seat. You sit up on your elbows, watching him as he pushes your thighs apart, his dark gaze fixed on your slick folds. “You like your prize, cowboy?” You tease, pressing the ball of your foot against the bulge in his pants.

“I’ll like it better when this pretty little pussy is weeping for me while your ex hears you cry my name from his seat.” He tells you, leaning in and nipping your hip before he flattens his tongue through your folds with a loud, pleased moan.

You moan, hips bucking up into his face, and you gasp when he flicks his tongue over your clit. You know this is wrong. You arrived to this event with your boyfriend, but you couldn't leave with him. It's been on your mind to break up with him for a while and meeting Jack was the push you needed. "Quit thinkin' too much." Jack orders before he sucks on your clit, making you cry out. 

"Jesus Jack." You moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Jack grunts into you, admiring your grip on his hair and his cock starts pressing against his fly. He likes a woman who takes what she wants and it’s filthy the way that you are grinding your cunt down onto his face. He shows you how talented his tongue is, flicking it over your bundle of nerves as he traces letters over your clit. He’s always been a competitive man, but as he hears the crowd inside the area and the air horn go off for the next event, he doubles down, trying to see if he can make you cum before the timer goes off again.

You choke, reaching up with your free hand to squeeze your tit, and you whine when his tongue flicks your clit, and you need more. You pant, so close to cumming, and you whimper, "s-so close." He groans upon hearing that, sucking your clit into his mouth like those little strawberry candies his mama used to give him as a kid. "Ja-Jack!" You squeal, thighs clamping down against his head as you shake, your orgasm rocking through you as a timer sounds in the distance.

His tongue slows down, running languid laps around your clit while your body rides out the wave of pleasure before he kisses the curls covering your mound and winks at you. “Round one, sugar.” He coos, sliding his fingers through your folds and holds it up so you can see the shiny slick of your arousal. “Now let’s see if you can cum on my fingers while I drive us back to my place.”

Your head rolls back onto his seat, “round one. Jesus cowboy, you’re gonna be the death of me.” You chuckle, shifting to sit up. You reach out to grab his jacket, pulling him towards you, and you press your lips against his, sliding your tongue into his mouth without care of your cum on his lips.

Jack hums into your mouth, throbbing in his jeans at the boldness of you not caring about tasting yourself. He reaches down and squeezes your tit over your shirt and pulls away with a wink. “Legs in, sugar, don’t want to hurt you.” He tells you as he backs up to close the passenger door after you swing your legs into the cab. Bounding around the front of the truck, he climbs in and turns the key that is dangling in the ignition. He looks over at you and pats the middle of the bench next to him. “Sit here.” 

You shuffle over to press yourself against his side, and he puts the truck in gear, driving out of the parking lot. You lean in, kissing his neck, and tasting the sweat and musk from his participation in the competition. Unable to help yourself, you reach down to squeeze him through his jeans, wanting to take his cock out.

He loves the way that your legs spread, one foot sliding behind his where it rests on the gas pedal. Not enough to get in the way of him driving, but allowing you to give him perfect access to your cunt while he drives. Fingers start at your thighs, tracing circles before he follows the heat, finding your core and groaning when you squeeze him again. “Got me harder than the head of a mule and twice as randy as stud.” He tells you as he pushes a thick finger inside you. 

You moan as his finger presses inside of you, your head lolling to rest on his shoulder while you watch his hand between your thighs. “You - you are definitely a cowboy.” You chuckle breathlessly at his phrasing, but fuck if you don’t love it. He adds a second finger and you moan, fumbling to undo his belt with the obnoxiously large buckle. You finally manage to flick the button of his jeans and you reach into them to pull his cock out. “Fuck me.” You gasp, looking down at the thick girth. He’s beautiful. Cut head with a drop of pre-cum glistening from the setting sun, and slightly curled to the left.

Jack smirks at your expression, smug that he is impressive. “All for your ridin’ pleasure, sugar.” He hisses when you swipe your thumb over the tip and smear his precum around the head. “Fuck.” Curling his fingers up, he pushes them deep and starts pumping them into your cunt, scissoring them to work you open and get you ready for when you take him. He keeps his eyes on the road as he speeds through the town, desperate to get you back to his bed so he can strip you down completely. 

You whine, grinding your hips down onto his hand as much as you can while he drives a little faster than the speed limit. You pump his cock, loving the way he hisses through his teeth, and he groans your name. “Oh God.” You pant when his thumb presses against your clit, and your grip on his cock loosens as your jaw drops. “That - that feels good.” You tell him breathlessly.

“Good hands.” Jack murmurs, rubbing slow, deep circles on your clit while his fingers work in and out of your cunt furiously. “You gonna cum for me again, girl?” He demands. “Cream in my hand and show me how tight your pussy is gonna hug my cock?” He is out of town and presses the gas even more, revving the engine and pushing the speedometer ever higher as he races towards the small ranch he calls home. 

The combination of his words, his fingers, and the desperate way he’s driving to get you back to his home send you over the edge. A strangled moan escaping your lips while you clamp down on his fingers, and soak him with your cum. You let go of his cock, gripping his thigh as you try to ground yourself, your thighs pressing his hand between them when it becomes too much. 

“Oh God.” You pant, opening your eyes. You can’t help but tease him, reaching for his wrist after he pulls his fingers out of you, and you bring his hand to your mouth, wrapping your lips around his soaked fingers to suck your cum off of them.

Grunting, Jack’s free cock twitches, dribbling another little spurt of pre-cum from the tip as he feels your mouth around his fingers. “Fuck girl.” He moans. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He throws your words back at you with a grin. “We’re gonna have fun tonight. Might even let you wear spurs while you ride.” 

You giggle after you let go of his hand, looking at him with a smirk. You shift to kneel on the bench seat, ass in the air, and you bend down to wrap your fingers around his cock, pumping him, before leaning forward to flick your tongue over the tip, lapping up the drop of pre-cum. His deep groan makes your cunt clench around nothing, and you wrap your lips around the head, taking him into your mouth.

“Fuck!” Jack yelps as his hands jerk the steering wheel at the feeling of your mouth around his cock. Quickly correcting and moaning when he looks down at your head in his lap. “Oh fuck, fucking Christ.” He pants, sliding down slightly in his seat and his foot eases up off the gas. “Knew that smart little mouth would be fucking heaven.” He praises, nearly closing his eyes when you squeeze the base of his cock in your hand and press your tongue against his frenulum. “Oh shit, suck it baby.”

You moan around him, loving his reaction. You love how vocal he is. Taking him deeper, you gag when he hits the back of your throat but you breathe through your nose, trying to calm down. He’s the biggest cock you’ve ever tried to suck but you aren’t about to give in and just suck the head. You keep breathing through your nose as you take him deeper, exhaling harshly, until your fingers are touching your lips.

One hand leaves the wheel after he turns onto the long gravel road that leads to his house. Coming to rest on the back of your head and he groans again when you lift off and surge down to take him deeper into your mouth again. “Don’t hurt yourself.” He warns. “I want your voice gone because of screaming my name, not because of deepthroating my cock.” 

You moan around him at the thought, lost in the sensation of his cock twitching in your throat. You pull off of him, reluctantly, but you look up as you continue to pump his cock, twisting your wrist as you swipe your thumb over the head. Saliva dripping down your chin, and you know you looked wrecked already. “You sure you got the energy after all that, cowboy?” You tease, grinning at him as you rest your cheek on his denim clad thigh.

“Oh baby, you haven’t even ridden my face yet.” Jack reminds you. “I’ll make sure you are exhausted and have to sleep all morning tomorrow because I kept you up tonight.” He promises with a wink. “Followed up by breakfast in bed, you.” 

You chuckle, "good thing I have tomorrow morning off, huh?" You continue pumping his cock, loving how it feels in your hand, heavy and hot. You feel him slow the car down, and you let go of his cock, sitting up. You reach for your shorts, pulling them on without your panties that you grab and playfully hang from his rearview mirror.

“Those are going to stay there.” Jack pulls up to the modestly sized ranch house. It’s a family spread, inherited and he was proud of the fresh white paint he had just put on. “Home sweet home, sugar.” He puts the truck in park and hops out, not bothering to tuck himself away as he holds his hand out to help you out. “Scream as loud as you want to. My roomie’s out of town.”

Your eyes widen, “still. I didn’t ask you…are you fucking married?” You panic, getting out of his truck. Shit. What if you’d just had oral sex with a married man? You don’t know him. Don’t know if he’s got a lady at home that’s just gone out of town.

Frowning, Jack shakes his head. “What kind of cowboy do you take me for?” He asks. “No, my buddy needed a place to stay while he saves for a spread of his own. This is my family house. Not married.” He promises.

You look into his eyes, noticing the sincerity, and you nod. “I’m sorry. I just- I haven’t really done something like this before, I just dumped my boyfriend and I- I just don’t want to get involved in someone’s marriage.” You tell him and he nods, “I understand.” You step closer, reaching for his hand. “Can we pick up where we left off? Me screaming your name loudly?” You tease, leaning in to nip his neck.

Jack grunts, reaching down and grabbing a handful of your ass and hauls you against his hard cock. “Gonna be screaming it a lot.” He brags. “Gonna be a long night, sugar.”

You grin, pressing your lips to his chin. “Come on cowboy. Show me to your bedroom.” You tell him, and he lets go of your ass, grabbing your hand and guiding you into his house. It’s clean, tidy, and very masculine. Cowhides and mismatched furniture. You are reassured he isn’t married when you don’t see any drapes.

“You want a drink, sugar?” Just because he is eager to get you naked doesn’t mean he doesn’t have basic manners. “Whiskey? Jack and Coke?” He waggles his eyes rows suggestively.

You chuckle, “a whiskey sounds good actually.” You tell him, feeling a little more relaxed as you watch him walk over to the liquor cabinet. You look at the trophies, medals and photos he has on display. “You’re a proper cowboy, huh?” You say after taking the glass of whiskey from his hand.

Jack smirks proudly and looks over at the trophies as if he’s forgotten all about them. “Looks that way.” He leans in and winks at you. “That okay with you, sugar? Knowing how to use my hands and being good with a rope?”

You smirk, “oh I think that’s more than okay. You can tie me up whenever you want.” You can’t deny your cunt clenches at the idea, imagining him tying you up and doing what he wants to you. “You can lasso me whenever you want.” You wink, taking a sip of your whiskey.

Jack grins. “Damn girl, did I pull you out of my dreams?” He asks you before he takes a sip of his own whiskey. “That sounds like a Friday night to me.” He jokes. “You lashed to my headboard while I see how many times I make you cum.”

You hum, setting your glass down. “So cowboy…we gonna do this? It’s been too long since a man made me cum on his cock, and I have high expectations of you after you made me cum on your tongue and fingers.” You reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to expose your bra, reaching behind you to unclasp it.

“You just need to say the magic words, sugar.” Jack promises, reaching up and unbuttoning his shirt so he can shrug it off his shoulders. 

“Please?” You ask, frowning slightly but Jack just shakes his head and grins as he bends down to pull off his cowboy boots and tosses them aside carelessly. 

“No, i want to hear ‘fuck me, Jack’ and I’m all yours.” He coos. 

You grin, kicking off your sneakers, and you shove your shorts down so you’re naked. You step over to him, grabbing the glass of whiskey he poured you. “And what if want you to beg me to let you fuck me?” You coo, nipping his jaw.

Hissing, Jack turns his head and presses his lips to yours roughly. “You want me on my knees for that, sugar? Face buried in your cunt while I beg?” Hands slide between the two of you to shuck his jeans and boxers down, kicking them off before he wraps his hand around his hard cock. “Telling you how hard I am.” His voice drops low. “How badly I want to slide inside that tight cunt and fuck it until it soaks me and my bed.” 

You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips at his words. You reach down, batting his hand away, and you wrap your fingers around his cock. “I want you to beg like this with my hand wrapped around your cock. Right now. Beg to fuck me.” You murmur, licking along his jaw.

“Fuck, sugar, please let me fuck you.” Jack’s hips ruck forward, chasing your hand while you slowly pump him. Wanting the friction but you tut and move even slowly. “God baby, let me fuck you, let me use that cock to make you cum, give you pleasure. Let me worship your cunt like it deserves.” He begs, biting his lip and moaning when you squeeze him.

You grin, loving the way he begs you, and you let go of his cock, reaching for his hand. “Show me the way to your bedroom cowboy, I do believe you promised me a ride.” You giggle when he practically drags you down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door open, and he guides you over to the bed. “Condom?” You ask, kneeling on the bed.

Jack groans when he sees your puffy, wet lips as you bend over. “In the nightstand.” He tells you, reaching over and opening the drawer so he can pull out a sleeve of the prophylactics. “If you can handle it, we’ll use every damn one of them.” He boasts. 

“Slow down cowboy. Let’s see how it goes.” You giggle, ripping a packet off of the sleeve after he hands it to you. He lays down on the bed, a cocky smirk on his face as his cock rests on his lower stomach. You grin, quickly straddling his thighs as you open the packet, swiftly rolling the condom onto his cock after pinching the tip. You shuffle forward, gripping the base so you can position him at your entrance, and you slowly sink down onto his cock.

His moan is loud, lusty as you take him. Engulfing his cock in the hot confines of your cunt until your ass is nestled against his thighs and your clit is grinding down on his lower stomach. “Fuck, sugar.” He reaches for your hips and digs his fingers into your flesh. “Feels fucking good.” Looking up at you, he loves the way you are biting your lip. “Ride at your pace.” He coos, knowing you are adjusting to him. 

You reach for his hands, wanting to help yourself balance as you move. Lifting your hips up, you lean forward and look into those dark eyes as you sink back down onto his cock. “Oh God. Jack.” You moan at how thick he feels inside of you, stretching you out. You adjust, picking up your movements, rocking your hips a little faster as you watch his mouth fall open.

He thinks you are probably the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, riding his cock. You ride him like you have done it a thousand times before. “S-sugar.” He gasps when you clench down around him and he can’t help but buck his hips up. “Fuck, you’re my cowgirl.” He coos. “Ride your cowboy.” 

You rock your hips, grinding on top of him, and your mouth falls open. “Fuck. Feels so good, baby.” You slide your hands up your body to cup your tits, and you whine as you lift up once more, bouncing hard on his cock. “Fuck. Gonna- gonna make me cum.” You gasp when he thrusts up into you. “Oh yes. Just like that.” You pant, begging him to do that again.

Jack braces his feet on the bed and starts snapping his hips up into you. Giving you the ride of your life and watching as your tits bounce in your hand. Your cries get louder, breaking free every time he fills you and strikes that spot inside you. “Cum for me baby.” He groans between his teeth. “Do it.” 

You moan, lowering your hands from your tits to brace yourself on his chest. “Gonna - I’m gonna- oh oh oh fuck!” You squeal. Body shaking with your orgasm and the way he’s thrusting up into you. “Fuck. Oh God. Jack.” You pant, head thrown back as you experience the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

He groans, loving how wet you get, your juices spreading over his stomach as he rocks up into you. “Good girl.” He grips your arms and pulls you down against his chest, wrapping his arms around you and changing the angle while he slowly thrusts up into you while you ride out your high. “So good, sugar.” 

You gasp when he continues thrusting into you. Your ex would’ve cum long before now, not even giving you a chance to orgasm, so to have Jack still pushing inside of you, you are breathless. “Oh Jesus Christ.” You whine, pressing your face into his neck, kissing and biting as he works you through your orgasm.

When your walls relax around him, Jack starts kissing along your shoulder. “Ready for another one?” He asks before he flips you over onto your back and smirks as he looms over you. He hadn’t slipped out of your cunt and he pulls your legs up onto his shoulders now. “Remember I told you that you’d have your legs up.” 

You choke when he sinks even deeper inside of you, your ankles around his head. "Oh fuck Jack." You moan, reaching up to grip onto his upper arms. He smirks, rocking his hips to pull out of you before surging back inside. You cry out, nails digging into his flesh, unable to believe how deep he is.

Jack moans at the bite of pain. “That’s it.” He groans, rocking into you once more before he sets a fast pace. “Mark me up, s-sugar.” He pants. “Tell me how it feels.” He can feel your cunt strangling his cock with every thrust but he wants to hear your high pitched whines.

You moan, closing your eyes as your head tilts back. "So good. Oh fuck. You're - you're so fucking deep. Jack, it's - shit. The pressure." You gasp as your stomach clenches when he hits a spot inside of you. "There. Right there." You tell him, recognizing how that sensation felt when you made yourself squirt.

“There?” He huffs, angling his hips to make sure that every thrust hits home and he groans when he feels your legs tense up. “Cum for me sugar.” He demands, bracing his arms on the bed as he pushes down into you again. “Fuck, soak me.”

Your thighs shake as he focuses on that spot and the tension builds until it breaks. "Jack! Jack! Oh fuck! Yessss" You squeal, the pressure releasing as you squirt, soaking his chest as you cum, shaking beneath him as high pitched whines escape your lips.

He moans, the slick slaps of his hips against your thighs even louder with all the cum from your squirting. Making. His cock squelch as he fucks into you rightly, chasing his own high. Pinning you down with another half dozen thrusts, Jack buries his cock inside you, groaning as he fills the condom with hot spurts of his seed.

You pant, watching him as he cums, spilling into the condom, and you swear you could watch him look like that for the rest of your life. Your hands slide down his arms, watching him as he rides his high, and your chest heaves. "Fuck. I feel boneless." You giggle breathlessly.

Jack grins at you, glancing down at his stomach as the sheets beneath you, “gonna have to move a little, sugar. Gotta change the sheets so we can sleep eventually.” He leans down and kisses your lips before he starts to pull out of you, gripping the base of the condom. “Give me about ten minutes and I’ll make you boneless again.”

****

You blink at the sunlight streaming through his blinds, your body is sore but in a good way. You love it. You smile, hearing his soft snores, and you shift, getting out of his bed to shuffle to his bathroom. You pee and wash your face, making your way back into his living room to pick up your clothes.

Jack wakes up and shuffles into the bathroom to pee. Frowning when he doesn’t see you in the bed, he walks into the living room as you are putting on your boots. “Hey, sugar, wanna get breakfast? Dinner has great steak and eggs.”

You step over to him, grabbing the back of his head to kiss his lips. "Christ, you're a proper gentleman. I love that. I gotta go to work, cowboy. But what about steak for dinner?" You ask, wanting him to know you want to see him again.

“That sounds like a plan.” Jack pouts slightly but he rebounds quickly before he pats your ass as you pull away. “Let me put my pants on and I’ll drop you off at your place.” He gives a slightly dramatic sigh. “Go eat breakfast by myself.”

You chuckle at his drama, "you'll survive cowboy. Besides, you might find a cute waitress." You quip, realizing you have no idea how often he does this. He could take a different girl home after each rodeo event. You are likely one of many despite his acceptance of your dinner invitation.

“Work at the dinner, huh?” He jokes, turning around to walk back into the bedroom. “Give me a sec and we can leave.” He calls over his shoulder.

You grab your purse and when he comes back, he guides you out to his truck. You fluster when you see your panties, remembering that you left them there, and you decide to stick by that decision as you tell him where you live in town. "Do you do this a lot?" You ask him. 

"Do what?" He frowns, reaching for your hand once he is driving. 

"Take random girls home."

“I’m no saint.” Jack concedes. “But I think the last girl I took home was two months ago? Three months ago?” He gives a small shrug. “Don’t remember exactly. Just know that I liked you from the start.”

You look down at your joined hands, knowing you probably shouldn’t trust him, you barely know him, but he feels familiar. You feel comfortable and you believe him. “I believe you cowboy, but if I find out you’re lying, I will chop your balls off and hang them from my rear view mirror like a goddamn trophy.” You warn, wanting him to know you aren’t a woman he can push over.

Jack barks out a laugh, thoroughly captivated by your spirit. “My balls are yours for handling, sugar.” He promises. “Keep ‘em in your purse for me.” He tells you as he reaches the edge of town. “Now, you wanna direct me to your place?”

You nod, guiding him through the streets to your house. "You can come in if you want while I get ready for work." You offer, not wanting him to leave you yet. My roommate is home but she is cool." You tell him as he pulls onto your driveway. 

Jack puts the truck into park and turns it off. “Sounds good, sugar.” He’s got today off beside the normal chores around the ranch and picking up his prize money from winning. Spending a few more minutes with you sounds like a great way to start it off. “She’ll be alright with a strange cowboy coming into her space?” He asks, not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable.

You nod, “trust me, Liz will be happy to see my boyfriend gone. She hates him.” You say before going for the door. 

“Wait.” Jack huffs, getting out and quickly rounding the truck to open your door for you, holding his hand out. 

“Thank you.” You smile, looking at him once you’re on the ground. “Come on cowboy, let’s go inside.” You say when he stares at you, making your heart pound. You open your front door, hearing Liz rattling around in the kitchen. “I’m home!” You call out, and the rattling stops before she appears. 

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been - oh.” She stops talking as she eyes Jack.

Jack takes off his cowboy hat, not caring that his hair is still sleep mussed underneath. “Ma’am.” He offers. “Jack Daniels. Your roomie was in my capable hands last night.” His mustache twitches slightly because of his want to smirk at the double entendre but he doesn’t. “Home safe now.”

Elizabeth narrows her eyes at him slightly before she looks back at you. “What happened to Derek?” She asks and you snort. 

“Dumped him. Finally realized what an asshole he is after this cowboy bought me a drink.” You confess, and she crossed her arms, her glasses lower down her nose as she appraises Jack. 

“You didn’t call me.” She huffs, and you sigh. 

“I’m sorry. I just - I figured you’d be at work.” You tell her before looking at Jack. “She works for the distillery across town. Works all hours doing their tech stuff.” You explain, “anyway. Come on Jack. I gotta get ready for work.” You tell him, reaching for his hand. You can see the judgment in Elizabeth’s eyes as you walk away.

Jack nods politely before turning to follow you towards what he is assuming is your bedroom. “I can leave.” He offers. “I don’t want to be causin’ a dust up between you and your roomie.” If he had known you normally check in with someone, he would have offered to let you use the phone. His momma instilled manners in him, after all.

You shake your head, deciding to strip off since he’s already seen every inch of your naked body. “She just worries about me. It’s fine. She worries about everyone. I don’t know what she does at that job, but it’s almost like babysitting from what she tells me.” You chuckle, “it’s fine. Stay until I have to leave. I want you to stay. She just worries.” You peck his lips before making your way into the bathroom, reaching in to turn on the shower.

There is a knock on the door after he hears the shower curtain close. He walks over and finds Liz standing outside the door, her eyes narrowed as he looks at him. “What did you say your name was?” She demands, making Jack’s back straighten slightly. “Jack Daniels. You want my birthday and social too?” He asks with a lifted brow. “I can give you a copy of my license and a blood sample if you need.” He jokes, understand the need to be protective.

“No need. We already have that.” Ginger smirks, tilting her head. “Statesman has received your application, Mr. Daniels.” She reveals the true nature of her job, “my roommate does not know who I work for and I expect it to stay that way. If you hurt her…not only is your application shredded, I know some men who will kick your ass to Australia. Understand?” She offers him a smile.

“Shit.” Jack’s easy smile drops and he looks back towards the bathroom door. “I didn’t know. This isn’t some kind of- of, trying to get in good.” He had applied for the independence intelligence agency after he got out of the military before coming home. “I like her, a lot.” He tells Liz truthfully. “It’d be hard not to. She’s a spitfire.”

Liz nods, “she is and she deserves the best. I hated Derek. He was never good enough for her. You better treat her right otherwise you’ll have me to deal with. Statesman has received your application. They like it. I can put in a word for you but you need to promise me you’re gonna treat my friend like a princess.” Liz says, “it’s what she deserves after dealing with that prick for so long.”

Quickly shaking his head, Jack declines. “If I’m gonna get into Statesman, it’ll be because I deserve to.” He tells the very intelligent woman. “As for the promise, that’s already nothin’ you need to worry about. Gonna take her to dinner tonight since I can’t take her to breakfast.” He explains.

Ginger stares at the man, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, and she knows he is telling the truth. “Very well. You’ll be hearing from Statesman soon, Jack. Look after my girl. You want some coffee?” Liz asks, walking back to the kitchen to finish making her cup of coffee.

“Sure.” Jack nods, following her into the kitchen and he is sipping his coffee when you come out in your work clothes. 

“Coffee.” You moan, taking the cup that Liz had prepared for you. You take a sip and look at Jack. “So I’ll see you tonight?” You ask him.

He nods and flashes you a grin. “Figure I’d pick you up round seven? Boots shined and bells on?” He’s got no problem making sure that this is a nice date, planned on it anyway. But he does lift his brow towards Ginger. “And if I plan to keep her out past curfew, she’ll call.”

Ginger nods while you scoff, “she isn’t my mama, baby. Besides, I might not come home.” You giggle, reaching out to squeeze Jack’s ass. “Come on cowboy. Gimme a kiss goodbye by the front door.” You tell him after you set your coffee cup down and grab your purse. You look at Liz with a grin as Jack takes your hand.

Jack follows you to the door, pulling you into his arms when you turn towards him and leaning in to press his lips to yours. Quickly groaning and sliding his tongue into your mouth when you open up so prettily, he ends up pressing you against the door for a long moment before he pulls away. “Tonight, sugar.” He tells you with a wink. “Pack an overnight bag.”

You nod, biting your lip to suppress your smile as he opens the door for you and guides you over to your car, opening your car door for you. “See you at seven, cowboy.” You wink before you close your door and start your engine. He stands there, watching you drive away before he gets into his truck and smiling when he sees your panties still hanging from his rear view mirror.

****

“Babe!” Jack walks into the door of your work and grins when he sees you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?” He asks, in high spirits since he is in the final running for making agent for Statesman. It’s been difficult to juggle training while keeping you in the dark, but when he’s accepted, he’s allowed to tell family and he wants to make sure you are family by then. “Reservations won’t wait.”

You nod, looking at your boss who chuckles and gestures for you to go. “What’s the excitement for, cowboy?” You tease, grabbing your purse and clocking out before you take Jack’s outstretched hand. It’s been six months since you met him and you swear you love him more and more every day. He treats you good. Buys you flowers, chocolate when you’re on your period. Takes you out to dinner and pulls you close when he takes you dancing. You are in love with him. “Can I change before we go?” You ask, knowing he’s impatient to go to this new restaurant. He’s been mentioning it for weeks, trying to schedule a night where you both have the next day off so he can “make you soak my cock until we both collapse.”

Jack nods, knowing that he’s cutting it close, but he can’t deny you. “Of course, sugar.” The entire evening has been planned and he’s a little nervous. The ring in his pocket has been burning a hole in it since he picked it up last week, but he wants to make this a memory you won’t forget. “Anything you want.” He walks you over to the passenger side of the truck and opens the door, admiring your ass as you climb up. “Although I like that skirt.” He tells you with a wink.

You smirk, "you'll get to watch me take it off." You love teasing him when he groans in response. The drive to your place is quick and you are soon picking out a dress. "You like this one baby?" You ask, exiting the bathroom to show Jack the tight black dress you bought with your last paycheck.

“Fuck yes.” Jack nods eagerly. It’s perfect, sexy and classic for what he has planned for tonight. “I will have the prettiest gal in the entire place.” He brags, knowing that it will be true.

You are quick to put on your heels, checking your makeup in the mirror before you make your way back out to your boyfriend. "Ready baby." You tell him, keeping your little secret about your lack of underwear to yourself.

“For you? Always.” He wants to be just a bit more romantic tonight, so he picks up your hand and kisses the back of it like a proper gentleman. “You look beautiful, sugar. If I didn’t want to show you off, I would say we need to stay right here.”

You fluster at his words, stomach twisting, and you lean forward to kiss him softly. "Then you wouldn't get to go to this new restaurant you're always talking about. I love you baby." You murmur, pulling back to grab your purse. "Let's go before we are late." You tell him, making your way over to the front door.

“Yes ma’am.” Jack hustles by you and opens the door with a small bow. “After you, sugar.” He says with a syrupy sweet draw, but he doesn’t miss the opportunity to pat you on the ass as you go by him.

****

“Oh Jack. This is beautiful.” You exhale as you walk into the restaurant, his hand on your lower back. “No wonder you wanted to come here but…it looks expensive.” You bite your lip as you glance around once you’ve been seated in a private booth. You are happy to just be on Jack’s porch, watching him barbecue some steak, and sipping some beers.

“Don’t you worry about that.” Jack reassures you. “Tonight we are here to celebrate.” The server comes over with a bottle of champagne that Jack had pre-ordered. “You order whatever you want baby, I want this to be a night you remember forever.”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully as you open your menu. "Are you proposing to me, baby?" You tease. He chuckles nervously, shaking his head, unsure of how to respond. "Oh my God." Your jaw drops, "you are, aren't you? Shit. I've ruined it, haven't I? I am so sorry." You cover your face with your hands, hating what a bitch you can be sometimes.

“No, no sugar.” Jack slides the box out of his pocket and opens it up. “I wanted to do this. You haven’t ruined anything.” He coaxes you quietly. “I love you so much, darlin’, and I know you’re it for me. You are the love of my life and I want to show the world that. I want to marry you baby, have a family with you.”

You lower your hands, gasping at the sight of the beautiful ring in front of you before your eyes flick up to the man you love. "I love you too. So damn much I swear I could go crazy sometimes. I want that too Jack. I know you're the love of my life, despite our crazy first meeting. I want to be your wife, have your babies. Ask me." You plead softly, wanting him to ask you.

Jack gives a small smile. “Baby, I love you.” His voice wavers slightly. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You nod, tears stinging in your eyes as you jump up. Rounding the table as you bend over to kiss him. "Yes. Yes. Yes." You respond between kisses, shrieking when he pulls you into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck as he nudges his nose against yours. 

"Sugar, let me put the ring on you." He chuckles, and you lower your hand, holding it out so he can slide the ring onto your finger. 

"Oh Jack. It's beautiful." You gasp, wiggling your fingers to admire the shine of the diamond. "I love you." You whisper, cupping his cheek, and ignoring the applause around you from your fellow diners.

“I love you too, sugar.” Jack promises you, pressing his lips eagerly to yours, ecstatic that you accepted his proposal. “What do you think about getting married soon?” He asks breathlessly. “I’ve got a new job startin’ and I’d feel better if we were already hitched and I can let you in on it.”

You grin, "yeah?" You have been curious about his job, wondering if he was cheating but then Liz set you straight and said she would know if he's cheating, plus he obviously adores you. She has that kind of intuition. When he nods, you giggle, giddy from how fast this is moving. "Let's do it. I don't need a big wedding. My parents are gone and I have no siblings. Let's go, just the two of us to the courthouse. Get married as soon as possible?" You suggest.

****

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” The officiant tells Jack who wastes no time in surging forward to press his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss, his cowboy hat is tilted back to allow you to kiss him, and you adjust it after you lean back. You love how eager he is to sign the certificate and you giggle when he carries you over the threshold of his home. His roommate moved out a few months ago and he had prepared the house for his wife, letting you pick out small things to decorate and even choosing a new sofa together. 

“I love you Mr. Daniels.” You coo when he sets you down. 

“I love you too Mrs. Daniels.” He leans forward to press his lips to yours, “now to consummate our marriage.” He growls playfully and you squeal when he grabs your ass. 

“Come on cowboy, show me how you make love to your wife.” You coo.

“Oh I’m gonna make sure you know what it feels like to have this husband make love to his wife.” He purrs, taking your hand and guiding you through to the bedroom. Before he had met you at the church, he had scattered rose petals on the bed and filled the room with flowers to match the small bouquet you held. “Mrs. Daniels.” He murmurs softly. “Our honeymoon suite.”

Your jaw drops as you look at the room, surprised by the effort he put in. “It’s beautiful Jack.” You smile, looking at him. “God I love you.” You murmur, reaching up to cup his cheek and you softly kiss him. “Let me go freshen up. I have something for you.” You tease, walking over to the closet to grab the small bag you shoved in there. He nods, sitting down on the edge of the bed to remove his boots, after setting his hat down on the dresser. You freshen up and slip into the white silk lingerie you had bought, opening the door once you’ve calmed your heart down.

Jack looks up when the door opens, jaw dropping for a moment before he whistles. “Damn sugar, you are too good for me.” He murmurs, drinking in the sight of you as he moves over towards you. He’s already taken off his boots and belt, unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it open.

You fluster, sometimes taken off guard at how unabashed he can be. You step towards him as he reaches for you, his calloused hands caressing your waist, and he surges forward to press his lips to yours. You moan, sliding your hands along his bare chest. “Oh fuck Jack.” You gasp when he nips and kisses down your neck. 

“You’re mine.” He growls, seeing his ring on your hand when you grip his shirt. 

“I’m yours.” You promise, “yours forever.”

Jack growls again, feeling possessive and he reaches down and grabs your ass, hauling you up against his chest and starting to walk you back towards the bed. When your knees hit the bed he smirks as he lightly pushes you back onto it. “My wife in our bed.” He hums in approval. “Gorgeous sight.”

You look up at him as he kneels between your legs. “You too. So goddamn handsome. Thought it the first time I saw you when you were on that bull. Thought you looked so fucking sexy. Come on baby, strip off. Want to see my husband.” You order, biting your lip as your eyes trail down to the bulge in his pants.

Jack Daniels is nothing if not a showman. A wicked grin on his face, he starts to slowly pull off his shirt and whip it around his head before he lets it fly off to be forgotten. Biting it his lip as he unbuttons his jeans. “You look so beautiful baby, got me so fucking hard.” He coos. “Wanna see?” He teases as he pauses in pushing his jeans down.

You nod, never tiring of seeing his cock. You groan when you see his cock bounce out of his jeans as he shoves them down along with his boxers. “Fuck baby. This cock is all mine now.” You groan, shifting to sit up and you lean forward to wrap your lips around the leaking tip of his cock.

“Shit.” He hisses, hips arching and ass flexing as he tries to keep from pushing down your throat. You’ve become an expect at sucking his cock, but he’s mindful to start slow. “Been yours.” He promises breathlessly. “Since the night I took you home promising to take you to heaven.”

You moan around him, taking him deeper at his words. You love it. You love him. You squeeze your own breast as you suck him, hollowing your cheeks. You whine in protest when he gently grips the back of your neck to pull you off of him. “What was that for?” You whine, looking up at him.

“Want to make love to my wife.” Jack murmurs, crawl up onto the bed like a predator, over your body as you lean back. “Make sure I do my husbandly duties.” He smirks, leaning down and biting your hip before dragging his nose up your stomach and under the sexy little number you are wearing for him.

You gasp when he rips the silk, exposing your tits to his eager gaze. “Jack.” You half moan in complaint, half moan in pleasure. He chuckles before taking a nipple into his mouth. “Oh fuck.” You pant, tangling your fingers in his gelled locks. He had styled his hair for the wedding and you loved it but right now, you need him to look as wrecked as you already feel. “Fuck baby.” You hum when he bites down.

He soothes with his tongue, taunts it back to its hard peak and then sucks it back into his mouth. Groaning as you tug and rip at his hair, grinding his cock against your thigh. His other hand kneads your neglected breast, plucking at the tip and covering it in his large hands until he’s ready to turn his attention to it.

You moan, arching your back into his mouth, and you reach down to wrap your fingers around his cock, desperate to feel more. You pump him as much as possible at the awkward angle, wanting to hear him groan. "Fuck Jack. Need more." You plead, wanting to feel him inside of you.

Condoms had become a thing of the past within a few weeks of seeing each other, but there is something about sliding inside you right now. Not just a boyfriend having sex with his girlfriend. This is as close to heaven as Jack ever hopes to get. Slowly rolling his hips forward after he positions himself, his groan is needy, full of the pleasure that he’s experiencing right now.

You gasp when he pushes into you. Your head tilts back into the mattress and you close your eyes. “Oh God. Baby. It’s so good. Always so good.” You moan, wrapping your arms around him to pull him even closer. “Make love to me, my husband.” You demand softly, cupping his cheek after you open your eyes to look at him,

“Fuck.” Jack whines. “Love you, love you so much baby.” He pulls his hips back to thrust into you again, resting his forehead against yours. “My wife.” He groans, starting a pace that is intense, even if it’s not quite as fast as you are used to. Making sure to drag out the scrubbing of his cock and grinding deep with every thrust.

You smile, loving how he feels moving inside of you. He knows exactly how to make you whine and moan. “My husband. My handsome husband. I love you so damn much baby. Can’t - can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.” You murmur, stroking his beck before you grip his shoulders, closing your eyes when he grinds impossibly deeper.

“Mmmm.” Jack smiles at the thought, pressing his lips against yours. “Years, baby.” He groans softly. “We’ve got our entire lives ahead of us.” Reaching between to to start swiping his thumb at your clit. Rubbing slowly circles on the bundle of nerves as he moves inside you.

You smile against his lips. “I like the sound of that. Babies too. Want your babies.” You gasp when his cock twitches inside of you. “Oh you like that, huh?” You giggle breathlessly, rocking your hips up and moaning at the way he is rubbing your clit.

“Fuck yeah.” He pants out, leaning in and pressing his lips to your neck and biting down playfully. “Show the world your mine. My baby in your belly.” He growls, cock twitching again at the idea and honestly loving it. His wife giving him babies while he saves the world, what could be more of an American dream than that?

You moan, his words sending you over the edge as you clamp down on his cock. You cry out, nails biting into his back as you pull him even closer. "Jack. I - I - oh God." You pant, legs wrapping around his waist, and you want more. "Please baby. Need more. Need more." You beg, wanting him to fuck you. You can have slow and sweet later, right now, you need your husband to fuck you.

“My wife needs more?” Jack grunts, ramping up his thrusts to sharp snaps of his hips. “N-never say I d-don’t give her. What. She. Wants.” Jack hisses between his teeth, each word magnified by the drilling of his cock into you.

His words are echoed by your sharp cries of pleasure. He hits hard, pushing deep against something that makes you shake beneath him. It makes your body shake and you scream when he changes the angle, making the coarse curls at the base of his cock brush against your clit. "Yes yes yes." You squeal, clamping down on his cock to soak him with your cum.

Jack groans, hips stuttering and his pace getting sloppy as you soak him. He’s so fucking close and the way your nails dig into his skin just spurs him on. You slide your hands down to his ass and grip him, sending him over the edge. With a shout of your name, Jack plunges deep, burying himself in your womb while he paints your walls with his seed.

You sigh, stroking his back as he slowly rocks his hips to work himself through his orgasm. You turn your head to kiss along his jaw. "I love you." You murmur, unable to believe how lucky you are to be here, to have him, to be his wife. You  relax your legs to stretch out, loving the feel of his cum pushing out of you. 

"I love you too, sugar." He coos, kissing your lips.

****

“Sugar, I’ll be home in two hours.” Jack murmurs into the phone. He’s on the plane, headed back to. Exhausted but exuberant from his first successful mission. It had been good, taking down a man who had been trying to sell chemical weapons. Now he just wants to hold you and make love to his wife. Being apart from you is the worst part of the job, but he knows you will welcome him home with open arms. “Ready to kiss you.”

“See you soon baby.” You murmur, staring down at the test in your hand. You look over at the two other tests you’ve taken and you smile, “see you soon.” You repeat. Excited to tell Jack about the good news. 

****

You look up as Jack walks into the house, clearly exhausted, and you rush up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to drag him towards you. You press your lips to his, loving the way his hands immediately find your waist. “I missed you.” You exhale when he pulls back.

“I missed you too, sugar.” Even if he’s tired, the sight of you makes him light up. “I didn’t want to miss another second of seeing your beautiful face so I made the jet take off early.” He will probably get chewed out for it, but he doesn’t care. He looks around the house, smiling when he sees a few new Knick knacks. “ you shop away your blues while I was gone?” He doesn’t blame you, willing to give you the world.

You nod, “I am gonna be doing a lot of shopping baby.” You reach for his hand, “sit down.” You order and he sits down on the sofa, looking up at you. “Wait here.” You grin, beyond excited as you come back into the living room, a small box in your hand. “Open it.” You tell him, anxious for him to see the tiny cowboy boots you’d bought along with the pregnancy test.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” Jack immediately feels guilty, not even stopping for flowers in his haste to get home to you. He frowns slightly but starts to open it, seeing your excitement. The tiny boots and the test makes him freeze for a moment, the air seeped from his lungs. “No!” He gasps happily, eyes darting up to yours for confirmation. “Sugar- are you? Don’t play, you’re - you’re pregnant?”

You nod, unable to stop the grin on your face. “Yes. I have been feeling sick and I missed my period. I took a test to see. Then two more to confirm it. I’m pregnant, Jack.” You tell him, almost giddy with the news. You watch his eyes widen before he grins, surging forward to press his lips to yours. “We are having a baby.” You sigh against his mouth.

“We’re having a baby!” Jack can’t help but crush you against him, careful not to squeeze your stomach. “Fuck, I love you, sugar.” He exclaims breathlessly before he captures your lips with his again, tears forming in his eyes. “I. Love. You.” He tells you between kisses before he pulls away and drops down to his knees in front of you, pulling your shirt up and kissing your stomach. “And I love you.” He murmurs to his child resting inside you. “Daddy’s gonna love you forever and protect you and your momma.”

You run your fingers through his hair, unable to believe that this is happening. You smile, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “I love you, Jack.” You can’t believe you’re starting your family together.

****

“When are you going to be home?” You demand, the phone pressed against your ear as you rub your bump. Now six months pregnant, you are tired and needing your husband. A husband who is constantly away on missions for Statesman. 

“I swear I’m gonna be home tomorrow baby. It’s just taken longer than expected.” Jack promises. 

“Are you- is there someone else?” You choke, tears stinging in your eyes. You wouldn’t blame him. You’ve been an emotional wreck since you found out you were pregnant. Crying at the drop of a hat, angry if he leaves his socks on the floor. It’s overwhelming.

“What? No! Why would you think that?” Jack closes his eyes and reminds himself that you are pregnant, hormonal. Insecure sometimes with how long he’s away. “Baby, I promise you, call Ginger and ask her where I am.” He looks down at his watch and rattles off coordinates. “I promise you, there’s no one else. I love one pregnant little filly.”

You swallow harshly, “Ginger said you have been in Sweden. There’s some beautiful women in Sweden.” You close your eyes, “love and lust aren’t the same thing Jack. I know I am like a swollen whale.” You choke, knowing that he hasn’t touched you for a while.

“You are my beautiful whale.” Jack tells you teasingly. “Only one I want. Women here have nothing on my sugar.” He coos, trying to make you giggle.

You bite your lip, rubbing your belly, until you smile. “When you come home, I want you to touch me. I need you to reassure me that you still want me even when I look like a house.” You murmur. 

“Anything you want sugar. I’ll spend all night between your thighs makin’ sure my baby knows how much I want her.” He promises. 

“And Jack?” You ask softly. 

“Yes baby?” He hums. 

“Can you bring back some of that chocolate I like one your way home?” You ask. 

“Of course.” He chuckles. 

“I love you.” You say softly, feeling a bit silly now. 

“Love you too. I’ll be home tomorrow sweetheart.” He promise.

****

Jack hustles through the door, chocolate in hand. “Sugar, I’m home!” He calls out, kicking the door shut and dropping his overnight bag on the floor with the intention of getting it later. “Where’s my favorite girl? I want you eatin’ this chocolate while my tongue is buried in that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You walk out of the kitchen, hand on your belly as you moan at your husband's words. “I love the sound of that. Especially since your son has been using my bladder as a trampoline.” You chuckle, walking up to him. You press yourself against him as much as possible, and he leans down to softly kiss you. “I missed you.” You murmur, “sorry for being such a bitch on the phone.”

“When were you a bitch?” Jack scoffs and shakes his head, hand immediately going to your belly. “I’ve been gone a lot and neglecting to make sure you know how much I love you.” He takes off his hat after you take the chocolate from him, grinning when he feels the baby kick against his hand. “Yeah buddy, daddy’s home. You settle down while momma and I have some fun, okay?” He coos, bending down and kissing your stomach.

You smile, loving how much he loves his son already and he’s not here yet. “I love you, baby.” You murmur, setting the chocolate down on the side. “Now…what was this about your tongue buried in my pussy?” You smirk, reaching for him.

“Hmmm I did promise you my tongue.” Jack slides his hand up to cup your breasts, careful not to squeeze since the last time hurt you. “How about you spread out on the sofa and I make you cum once or twice before you have to pee?” He asks. “Then I’ll grill us up some dinner and after, I’ll rub your feet.”

You gasp when he leans down to kiss along your neck. “I would never turn that down.” You chuckle breathlessly, letting him guide you to the sofa. He carefully undresses you, pulling your leggings and panties down in one go before he lays you down on the sofa. 

“Comfy, sugar?” He asks, and you nod. 

“Yes. Yes. I just need you Jack. Missed you.” You whine, spreading your legs.

Jack grins, reaching out and stroking your clit with a finger. “Missed you too, sugar.” You haven’t shaved but Jack doesn’t give a damn about that, leaning in and licking a long stripe up your cunt before burying his face in your folds eagerly.

You cry out, wishing you could see him but your bump is too big now. You moan his name and your hips buck up into his face. “Shit cowboy. I’ve missed this.” You moan when he expertly flicks his tongue over your clit like he’s done a thousand times.

Jack reaches up, taking your hand and tangling his fingers with yours. Moaning into you and ducking your clit into his mouth. He’ll have to talk to Champ about keeping his missions near home tomorrow, not wanting you to feel neglected in the last few months of your pregnancy. You whine and grind down on him, making him chuckle into your folds and suck harder, eager to hear you cry his name.

You soon fall over the edge, rocking your hips up into his face as your back arches. “Oh God Jack. So- so fucking good baby.” You pant, closing your eyes. You feel relaxed, for the first time in God knows how long. “Another one.” Jack days and dives back in, making you cry out with sensitivity. It’s good to have your husband home.

****

“Jesus!” Jack ducks, narrowly missing being brained by a coffee mug. Thank god the tea is cold as the cup shatters behind him and showers him with the brown liquid. “What’s gotten into you, woman?” He has no clue what is wrong, walking into the house and being greeted with a screamed ‘I hate you!’ and a glass being thrown at his head.

You sob, grabbing the note you had found in his bag after you unpacked it. “What’s gotten into me? Fuck you, Jack Daniels. I knew it. I fucking knew it. You are cheating on me. Probably fucking a different woman in each city.” You choke, waddling over to him to shove the note against his chest. “She left you her number.” You spit.

“Who?” Jack furrows his brow in confusion and looks down at the paper. “I don’t know what the fuck this is. Someone must have put it in my pocket. I didn’t ask for anyone’s number.” He shakes his head. “You have to trust me.”

You shake your head, stepping away from him, and you caress your bump. "I don't trust you. You are gone more than you're home. I just- I wish you didn't become an agent. You are always gone and you are around beautiful women and - Liz won't tell me. She won't tell me where you are or who you are with. Obviously she's covering for you. You are cheating on your fat cow of a wife!" You sob, turning away from him.

“Goddamnit!” Jack shouts in frustration, tired of the accusations and the tears. He would understand if he had done something to make you think that way but he hadn’t. “I’m fuckin’ tired of being accused of cheating when I don’t even jerk off when I’m gone!” He yells, balling up the paper and throwing it at the wall, even though it just sails harmless through the air. “You want me to quit? Just fucking hang around the house all day so I can prove I’m not cheating?”

"No. No. I just- I don't know what I want. I just want - I want it to be how it used to be. When we first got married and you worked at the distillery, taking the odd mission. I am always so fucking worried. What if something happens and you never come home? If you are killed, leaving me and the baby?" You sob, walking into the hallway to grab your purse, he follows, anger still on his face. 

"Where the fuck are you going?" He demands. 

"To get the fucking slushy I asked you to get on your way home. You forgot. Again." You spit, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

Jack snatches the purse from your hands. “I’ll go get the goddamn slushy.” He hisses. “Not like I’ve been busting my ass trying to make sure I could take off after the baby is born or anything. Or that you could stay home and not go back to work if you wanted to. But let me go get your fucking slushy.”

You shake your head, grabbing the purse back from him. "No. No. You've done enough. I need to get out. Let me...let me get some air and the damn slushy. Okay? We can talk when I'm back and we are calmed down." You say, turning around to open the front door. You make your way out to your car, seeing him watching you from the threshold of the house as you drive down the long road from the ranch.

****

Jack huffs, checking his watch for the thirty-seventh time. “How long does it take to get a slushy?” He mutters to himself, feeling like a jerk for losing his temper with you. Picking up the phone he dials your cell, pacing while he is waiting for you to pick up. He knows he needs to apologize for being a jerk. “Come on sugar, pick up the phone.” He murmurs. 

Your eyes widen as the men point the gun at you, telling you to shut the fuck up. They want the money from the cash register. You can see the needle marks on their arms, the frantic nature of their actions, and you know what they need the money for. "Please. Don't-" You start but your cell phone rings, playing Jack's ringtone. "Please. Can I just - it's my husband. He will wonder where I am." You tell the young men, trying to explain, and you know if you talk to Jack, he will know something is wrong. 

"Don't fucking move, bitch." One man hisses, the other keeping his gun trained on the stubborn gas station owner. 

"Please. It's just my husband, I swear I won't say a word." You promise, reaching into your purse, and you answer the call just as he fires the gun. 

"I told you not to fucking move!" He shouts, and you collapse, dead upon the bullet's impact into your heart.

“Sugar! Sugar!” Jack is screaming through the phone, hearing the shouting and the unmissable sound of gunfire. “Fuck! Fuck!” He is terrified when he doesn’t hear you answer, pressing the button on his watch to connect to Ginger. “Tell me where my wife is.” Jack demands, refusing to hang up the phone with you. To break that connection. “Something’s wrong.”

Ginger types on the computer, finding your location at the gas station, and she can hear the desperation in Jack's voice, making her worry for her best friend. She hones in on anything going on in the area, and she pales when she hears the 911 call come in. "Jack." She chokes, "it's - she's at the gas station and she-" Ginger can barely get the words out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "She's what?" Jack shouts, already getting into his truck to drive to the gas station. 

"Jack. She's been shot. The 911 call...Jack. They - they - the paramedics...they said she's dead." Ginger finally chokes out.

“No!” Gravel flies from under the tires, spinning desperately to gain traction as Jack jams the pedal to the floor. “Dont you fucking say that! Don’t you dare.” His truck tears down the driveway and he nearly hits a car on the road when he squeals out onto the pavement, making them swerve and nearly go in the ditch, but Jack doesn’t slow down. “We argued, she went to get a fucking slushy because I forgot to bring one home. She’s just getting her drink!”

Ginger swallows, knowing this is going to destroy him. "I'm sorry, Jack." She whispers, muting her headset as a sob escapes her lips. 

"No! No! Don't - she's not - she is just pissed with me!" He shouts, speeding down the road until he sees the gas station on the corner. The red and blue lights flash, and the car squeals as he comes to a stop, jumping out of the truck. He rushes forward and a policeman holds his hand up. 

"Sorry sir. You can't come any closer." He says, trying to stop Jack.

“My wife is in there!” Jack shouts, gesturing to the store. “She’s pregnant, I need to get to her!” The police officer drops his hands, his face full of sorrow but Jack is heedless, pushing past him and through the doors of the gas station, looking around for you, praying that he will find you shaking and scared off to the side. “Where is she?” He demands, making a few people turn his way. “Where’s my wife?”

"Sir." The paramedic steps forward, blocking his path. "Are you her husband?" He asks and Jack nods. 

"Yes. Yes. Where is she? Is she hidin' still?" He asks, chest heaving. 

The paramedic shakes his head sadly. "I'm sorry sir. Your wife - she - she was shot in the heart. We couldn't - we tried but - her and the baby - I am sorry sir. We did everything we could." The paramedic says, stepping aside so Jack can see your body on the dirty linoleum floor.

“No-“ Jack’s knees hit the floor, staring in horror at your still body. “No, no, no, noooooooooooo.” He shuffles closer, tears already spilling down his cheeks. “She- no, she’s not-“ He chokes, fingers dragging through the sticky pool of blood and he cradles your still warm cheek. “No baby, nooooo.” Jack sobs, pressing his forehead against yours. “Come back. I’m sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

The paramedics and police stand there, watching Jack sob over his wife's body. All of them have tears in their eyes, some even wipe the tears off of their cheeks. A young woman, seven months pregnant, killed for no reason. It's devastating. Ginger is still listening, her mic muted as she sobs, unable to believe her best friend is dead. "Sir. We need to take her body soon." The police officer murmurs.

Jack refuses to let you go, having pulled you into his arms and rocking your body as he buries his face against your neck. He has no idea if you died thinking he didn’t love you, or that he was cheating on you and the thought haunts him. The last words he spoke to you were in anger, over a fucking slushy. “I’m sorry, sugar.” Jack cries. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry. You and our son- you’re my fucking world.”

The police officer steps forward, "I am sorry sir." He murmurs, looking over at the awaiting paramedics. Jack chokes, not wanting to let you go. If he lets you go, this is real. He swallows, trying to stop the sobs, and he leans forward to kiss your forehead. 

"I love you. I love you sugar. I wish I could go back in time. I wish - fuck. I love you. I love you. I'm so sorry." He chokes on another sob, kissing your forehead before he kisses your lips. Inhaling your scent before he lets go, feeling numb as the paramedics gently lift you onto the gurney. He stares at the blood on your hands, feeling sick. "What happened?" He asks, looking up at the officer. 

"It was - two men came in to rob the gas station while your wife was getting a drink. They wanted the money from the cash register but the owner refused. Your wife was staying out of it until you called and she answered the phone after they told her not to. They shot her, their minds are fucked up from heroin, they thought she was speaking to the police. They wanted the money for drugs."

“Drugs? Money from a fucking cash register?” Jack hisses, eyes narrowed in anger as rage seeps through his pores. “My wife- my son died for a hundred bucks?” He demands, knowing the cash register doesn’t have much in it at any given time. “That’s why my wife is lying on the floor?”

The police officer nods sadly, “yes. She just - all she did was answer the phone. The owner said she said you would be worried and she wanted to answer and let you know she was okay and would be on her way home soon.” The paramedics place you in the body bag. “Do you want to say one last goodbye before we take her?” The paramedic asks Jack.

Jack nods, eyes closed as fresh tears threaten to spill over again. “Yes.” He blames himself, wondering if you would have lived if he hadn’t called you. If he hadn’t put the attention on you. Heart ripped out and bleeding on the floor, he walks over to you, his hand going to your stomach and the other smoothing your hair back. “It’s you, sugar,” Jack chokes out. “Always you, only you, since the day I spotted you at the drink stand.” He chokes back a sob and leans in to press his lips to yours again, breaking down into fresh tears. “I love you, sugar.”

The paramedics zip up the bag, wheeling you off into the private van that arrived, and Jack collapses, sobs escaping his lips. “Jack. Jack.” Ginger says, finally able to speak through the comms. 

He lifts his watch up, “she’s dead Liz. She’s gone.” He chokes, tears streaming down his cheeks. Ginger swallows the lump in her throat, unable to believe this is happening. 

“Come on Jack. Come to the distillery. Don’t go home.” She orders, knowing that him going home will destroy him, especially if he sees the nursery. 

“Okay.” He chokes, stumbling as he stands up. 

“I really am sorry for your loss.” The police officer murmurs as Jack walks past him.

Jack doesn’t even hear him, numb to everything. Mind fuzzy and his vision barely focused, he doesn’t even remember the drive to the distillery. Sitting in the truck for a long time, just staring out the window at nothing, hands and shift covered in your blood. Replaying the last words he said to you over and over in his mind. “Should have been me.” He murmurs to himself. “I was supposed to get your slushy. It should have been me.”

****

"Hello gorgeous. I'm Jack. What's your name?" Jack smirks as he steps towards Ginger, sending her stepping backwards. "How'd you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I've got a six pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie is out all night." He flirts, "so you can scream my name as loud as you need sugar." Ginger shakes her head, sighing at Jack's loss of memory and she knows this is going to hurt him when she holds up the photo of you.

Jack frowns, taking the photo and staring at it for a moment before the memories start to fall in place. Meeting you, falling in love with you, making love to you. Seeing your dead body and finally visiting  your tombstone just last week. He gasps and pulls the picture close, pressing his lips to your face gently. “Oh fuck, sugar.” He murmurs softly. “I’m sorry I forgot about you.” He looks back at Ginger. “Butterfly guy shot me in the fucking head!” He growls angrily. 

Ginger nods, “I know. I know Jack. Listen, are you okay? I know it’s a lot to remember all at once. You sure you don’t want to take the night to rest and recover?” Ginger asks, knowing her own head and heart hurts if she thinks about you too much. 

“No.” Jack growls, reminded of his mission, “I need to get back out there.” 

Ginger nods, “okay. Just- just remember why you joined Statesman. She was so proud of you. Out there, saving the world.”

Jack's eyes widen and he looks at Ginger. “Eggsy is in danger. Have the Pony Express waiting on the tarmac!” He orders her as he rushes out the door. When he gets to the hallway, he looks down at the photo in his hand, eyes harder than they were before as he deliberately slows down. “I’m gonna get rid of every one of those fuckin’ drug addicts, sugar. Make sure your death is avenged, one way or another.” He tells your smiling face, missing you everyday that you’ve been gone. Tucking the photo next to his heart, Jack Daniels ignores the tiny voice in his head that says you wouldn’t want him to do this. He doesn’t care about them, people like that took his future from him. He is going to return the favor.

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[sweettodo]

Promiscuous.

⟿ Levi Ackerman x freader x Eren Jaeger

Includes : threesome, swearing, smut.

word count : 4,5k.

for 300 followers, i promised i would bless you all with a few stories. this was a tough plot to come up with b/c the age difference, but i always come thru :)). enjoy. thank you for 300 friends, readers, and fans. one more story on the way, hope you like !!

Being in the scouts wasn't necessarily all that bad, especially when you had all the strong, agile men to look at all day long.

You didn't bite your tongue, the gushy, teenage girl flirtatiousness that you bestowed upon not one, not two, but a good sum of the boys you worked and trained with every day. Most of whom were your closest friends, who put up with your promiscuousness. For the most part, they fed into it, reciprocating the behavior. But it couldn't be avoided that you took a special liking towards your Captain; Mr. Ackerman himself.

Call it unnatural, call it unusual, but you had a justification for liking him so much. If he said the right thing in the right context, your knees would be shaky and weak, for instance, when he demanded you to 'shut up' half-jokingly for fooling around with Connie too much. You left training that day with a waterfall between your legs, leaving you stunned for at least a week.

The ideas in your head were endless and slightly disturbing. There was no denying you were captivated by him, and he knew it.

Not to mention he took a fondness to you too...

Well, not how you quite anticipated him too. He just believed you were a capable scout, thus him taking you under his wing with your friends. Leaving aside your whorish comments. He took your ignorant attitude with a grain of salt, not allotting you the time of the day- which only made it more of a challenge to get what you yearned much for.

He would scoff, walk away and roll his eyes, reprimanding you on behaving yourself and acting your age. You were 19, you were acting your age, 'I could be worse,' you mumbled under your breath.

Being the species of girl who was drawn to a particular type of man, power play, that sharp attitude which one with a level head and a drop of common sense would take as a definite red flag, the type of man that would punish you for being horny or bratty- you could only dream- it was also clear you couldn't bluff and say that you didn't favor the infamous Eren Jaeger: the strong-willed, wild, dominant and overbearing youthful man. He could command you to get on your knees, and you would in a flash.

Alas, you would not be seeing the pearly gates with what went through your mind about the long-haired, tall, demanding man. On the plus side-unlike Levi- Eren enjoyed the attention you gave him, he played the game with you.

And he played the game good- you liked it.

On numerous occasions, you would be more than touchy with Eren, the little 'not so serious' back rub, or a hand on his thigh under the table to make him hot and bothered. And once or twice, the rare make-out session in an alleyway while your friends shopped or by the stable of horses one time when you were sixteen. Though the sexual tension grew once you turned eighteen when you two were less apt to get in trouble for your conduct- yet you never took it all the way, liking the idea of having him on his toes every time he saw you.

Anyways, today was different than most days, you all were honored with a few days of relaxing, sleeping in, and extra time to eat and shower with no training, or missions.

Appreciating the peace, you lay in your bed buried under the blankets half asleep, taking in the unusual time of relaxation. While nearing slumber again, you're rudely interrupted. A pounding on your door riddles throughout your body, frightening you half to death, you flinch, sitting up in an instant.

"Food! y/n." oh, it was Connie.

You untangle from the blankets, sauntering to your wardrobe, and pulling out a regular old white shirt with shorts. The heat was not something to take lightly around here, you could collapse and suffer from a heat stroke if you weren't careful, so you rolled up your shorts a little and slipped on shoes, taming your hair and heading out of your messy room towards the mess hall, eyes finding your friends and groggily plunging into the bench besides Eren and your other buddies, "sleep well?" Connie laughs, you scowl at him.

"Yea! I was dreamin' about you too! Too bad you ruined it, I was just getting to the good part."

Connie laughs and shakes his head, shoveling food down into his mouth, "I don't even wanna know what that dream was about." Jean grumbles, ruffling his hair to remove it from his clammy forehead; Jean was a difficult one to crack, he usually blushed and would cut your trifling demeanor right off at the knees, he was more for Mikasa's quiet and ethical personality.

"Shut it Kirstein- I do!" Connie protests, you wink at him.

"I'll tell you when I get you alone, how 'bout that Springer?"

Eren could be heard from your left, snorting, you glance over and see his arm raise and head towards your back, yanking your bra and snapping it back against your skin, you unleash an 'ouch' and attempt to reach back and rub the area, "White shirt with a red bra underneath? Who're you tryna' impress?" You shrug.

"Captain, of course."

"More like you dressed in the dark this morning." Eren bullies.

"Captain, what?" Connie and Sasha childishly roll and bounce around in their seats, bellowing laughter while you slowly turn around to face your boss, he reiterates one more time before you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck.

"Talking about how good my boss looks today," the words that roll off your tongue make The tense up and sigh in annoyance, beginning to walk away, you pout, tilting your head, "am I wrong?"

"Keep it up, y/n, I'll have you in a cell indefinitely if you continue this adolescent behavior." He doesn't look twice at you, leaving as quickly as he came. Halting your comments right as they came flying out of your mouth, he had to have been enjoying them! Perhaps a little.

Right as the man in charge begins to leave the hall, he stops, peers his head over to meet your eyes.

"-In chains." Your eyes widen, a perverted grin growing onto your face, looking left to right baffled, 'in chains?' gawking to see if any of your friends noticed the innuendo, but it seemed they were well absorbed in their own business.

But someone heard him.

"In chains?"

You look at Eren, he shared the same shock as you, you wriggle your eyebrows and nudge his side, "I'm not the only one who heard it, so maybe I'm not going crazy." You giggle, finishing your meal and gossiping amongst your friends until it was time to go.

To pass time during the day, you all wasted hours cleaning up to your captain's expectations, finally relieving yourselves for the rest of the evening before dinner; walking down the streets of your town, stopping at the shops down the gravel streets. While everyone talks, your head is elsewhere; replaying that remark Levi made about the chains, borderline obsessing over it- rightfully so.

When he said the word 'chains', you instantly recalled the context behind his innuendo, unless you were going insane, but you had made a joke- your first endeavor at flirting with your boss, mentioning to him using the same chains he used on Eren in court a few years back, your friends condemning your extraverted behavior on the spot; when to no avail, Levi did not feed into that well, sending you to isolation shortly after. And then to Erwin's office to explain yourself... in front of him, Commander Hange, and Levi. Nonetheless, it didn't stop you from toying with the man.

You were somewhat... wild.

Enjoying the rest of your stress-free hours, you spend the evening sitting comfortably in the large common area after dinner; all of you except Eren, who didn't appear at dinner either. God knows where he was.

You lounge beside Armin and Jean, your head on Jean's shoulder per-usual.

"Jean, has Mikasa told you how good you look today?" You hum, his face is instantly soaked up in a rosy flush as he throws his hands over his ears to block your weird comments from reaching his ears, "Mikasa?" you quirk an eyebrow.

"Don't be absurd, y/n" she laughs, "Jean, don't listen to her."

"Jean, you look extra good today," you lean over closer to him, "just thought I'd tell ya'."

"Yeah, yeah." He cracks a small smile, you pat his shoulder then fall back into your seat.

"Awh- c'mon Kirstein, you know I-"

"Y/n, Captain needs to see you..." Eren's voice interrupts the chatting, his head peers into the room, you and your friends falling silent.

"You're probably in trouble again." Armin sighs disappointingly. You promptly stand, "good luck." dragging your feet towards your supposed 'escort', Meeting Eren at the door frame of the corridor, his hands stuffed in his pockets with a deadpan look, watching you begin to take lead ahead of him, "how do you know Levi wants to see me?" You question, examining him whilst walking through the hallways, up the stairs, and around the corner, a few feet away from your Captain's headquarters.

"We talked."

With an uncertain look on your face, churning with turmoil, Eren is knocking once, then twice before pushing open the engraved wooden door, 'Captain didn't even ask who it was at the door-' you furrow your eyebrows, his hand on your back, quickly whisking you into the large room, abruptly stopping in front of his desk.

Your feet are glued to the floor while Eren is closing the door. Levi stands there, propped up against his desk with his arms crossed. The room was eerily silent, you were becoming slightly intimidated. Do you stand? Talk? Sit?

The silence was unbearable.

"Do you need me-"

"I'm fed up, with your manner, cadet." Levi interrupts.

"If I may- Captain," He nods for you to proceed, "why is Eren here?" Captain was very much capable of taking care of reprimanding you on his own, you were almost irritated that Eren was lingering behind you, feeling his eyes burning voids in the back of your head, disrespectfully.

"Isn't that what you want?" Eyes doubling in size, you swerve your head to attempt and get a view of Eren, but Levi halts you once more, treading closer to you so you can look at him, "you don't need to look at Eren."

"I- I don't quite understand."

No one says anything. The air is now thick, more difficult to swallow for oxygen, you were entirely thrown off track with the way he was speaking to you, the way he was looking at you made you want to make a run for it, "Cat got your tongue? Y/n?" Chills rake up and down your body when you feel Eren's breath on your neck, sending your head flying behind you to see the blue-eyed devil almost pressed against your back, you look back at Levi frantically.

"Sit."

Without pause, your ass is planted into one of his chairs, "why aren't you being stubborn? Where's that attitude that constantly gets you into trouble?" Feeling as if you're shrinking, the two men are overlooking you, "go on."

"I- well,"

"She has nothing to say for herself, Cap." Eren looks at Levi, "told you she was all talk." He jabs, were you dreaming?

Your heart thumped out of your chest, you never dreamed of Levi taking it this far, especially when he was so professional... "y/n," Levi's finger touches underneath your chin, raising your head to look at the two men, "always teasing me when you do the same to Eren, so slutty, don't you think, cadet?"

Your mouth drops open at his use of words, finally- the game caught up to you, and you were facing the repercussions, "don't be all shy now."

"I'm not-"

"Then if you're not shy, get on your knees and show us how much you’ve wanted us.”

You hesitate to move, but eventually find yourself slowly sliding out of the chair and onto your knees, "not in my office, go in my room." Eren grabs your arm, walking towards his adjoining room, Levi opens the door and permits you to be ushered in by both him and Eren; Eren grabs you by the hair and directs you back onto your knees in front of your captain's bed, "she's so compliant now that she knows we aren't joking anymore," Levi scoffs, standing behind you while Eren is unbuttoning his jeans right in front of your eyes, a combination of anxiousness and warmth growing in the pit of your gut, looking up at him through your eyelashes, licking across your bottom lip hungrily.

"Be a good girl and open for Eren," Levi bunches up your hair from behind, removing it from around your face.

"Yes sir."

Sticking out your tongue, you try to relax your throat once seeing the size of the man, Levi's grip on your hair prevents you from getting a good look at it before his cock is nudging gently into your mouth, down your tongue, and to the back of your throat, fastening your lips around the base of his cock whilst swirling your tongue when he pulls out of your throat, groaning when your tongue works him with ease.

"So good," He hums, grabbing the sides of your face, Levi drops your hair from his hold so Eren can pick up his pace, using his hands to guide you; gagging and choking while he fucks your throat, saliva dripping down your chin, at the verge of tears, you take his length as far as you can manage. Eren grunting and huffing; only throbbing more when he sees the little tears drip down your cheeks. He heaves out of you, your tongue lolled out while strings of spit follow his cock, the men are astonished at the sight of you gasping for air, but they weren't going to tell you that.

"Are you gonna be good for me and our captain, princess?" Eren crouches down to meet your eyes, clever smile on his face, you nod and he stands you up by your armpit.

You had virtually no control over yourself, they were moving you to where they saw fit; right on your hands and knees into the soft plush sheets, "what do you want, y/n?" you listen from behind you, your head is yanked backward, Levi is there, his free hand wrapped around your jugular loosely, his shirt unbuttoned.

"I want you both to fuck me," you gasp out, they both snicker at you.

"Too easy, way too easy, such a fuckin' whore, imagine wanting both of us," Eren taunts, snatching your shorts down to your knees and lifting your shirt to grab onto the thin waistband of your underwear, "you want Jean to fuck you too? Got any other favorites?" Levi shoves you back onto the mattress, your arms catching you while Levi continues to remove your shorts from your knees, tossing them on the floor, rough hands caressing and pulling apart your ass, both men watch your panties slip in the separated cave of your ass, Eren pulling off your shirt and unclasping your bra.

"N-o, only you guys."

"Who do you want more? Me or your other little fucktoy?" Levi sneers, moving to your front, once again lifting you by your chin, keeping you still while Eren rubs his fingers against the soaked cloth. Pulling upwards against your cunt, the pressure making your clit spasm and scream for the touch of his actual fingers, looking desperate and hungry at your captain.

"I- I can't choose."

Your chest rising and falling, Eren is finally relieving you from your panties, fingers instantly meeting your folds and slipping past your entrance with his two fingers, you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, knuckles curving downwards to hook into you and find your sweet spots.

"Well aren't you lucky, you get both of us, even though you don't deserve it," Your captain smirks, getting on his knees, fiddling with the button of his slacks, zipping them down and pushing them past his thighs, "I think she needs to beg for it." He looks at Eren, his erection making itself known from beneath his boxers, fingers quickly scissoring the roots of your hair while he frees himself from his constraints.

"I wanna be your slut- please make me cum." They smile, pleased with your submissiveness.

Cock spilling with precum, he scooches towards your salivating mouth and holds your level to his cock, centimeters away, "so fuckin' wet, can't say I'm surprised you get off to this." Eren's tip rubbing between your folds, collecting the slick that was seeping from your hungry pussy. He pushes into you while Levi is pushing into your mouth, both holes becoming occupied by their pulsating cocks; they longed to fill you up, the torturous teasing you put them through the second you turned eighteen was bound to make them snap- you didn't know what you expected, to be honest, you asked for this.

Eren fucks you slow, savoring the feeling of you clench and suck him in further, pussy stretching from the sheer size of him, veins from the base of his cock hitting and rubbing against the very nerves that were screaming for him to go faster.

Levi fucks deep into your throat, he was about Eren's size, perhaps a little thinner, but he was no match for your throat, choking up the spit from past your throat to lube his cock further. You bring your hand up to assist you, twisting your hand back and forth- up and down while you stimulated his sensitive tip with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks to suck him back in and repeat.

He was becoming unkempt, his mouth ajar with little moans slipping past his lips, hair dangling in front of the sides of his face while his hips bucked back and forth into the depths of your cave.

"My God, so wet."

You moaned against Levi's cock, Eren speeding up and reaching your cervix, your juices slushing and pussy squeaking while he stretches you out. When his hips connected to your backside, you only want to shrivel up more from the pace he was hitting the hole of your tight cervix. Initially, it hurt, but almost instantly it began to feel pleasurable for both you and Eren, he was reaching great lengths inside of you. He's always wanted to fuck you; almost disappointed in himself that he didn't do this before.

"Taking me so well, I can barely fit," he grunts, "you like my cock y/n? Isn't this what you wanted with your bullshit teasing?" he smacks your ass, crying out, his hips jutting back and forth against you mercilessly, sending jolts into every bone of your body.

He slaps you again, your right ass cheeks burning and tingling from the strength of his slap, "fuckin' slut, better be quiet."

Levi pulls out of your throat, finally able to audible out the loud weeps and cries, he throws his hand over your mouth, "shut up before you get us caught."

"Fuck, Eren!" you wail, ignoring Levis commands, gasps and moans fly around the room, his cock filling you perfectly to the point where you felt like you were made to shape him.

"Open." his hand is forcing your jaw open, sticking your panties into your mouth to silence you. You cry into the fabric, the coil twirling up in your stomach, clenching your walls while he drills into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot, sending you into a frenzy.

Levi fists his cock for the time being while Eren is chasing his orgasm, knocking into you- inching you towards your orgasm. The back of your head tingling, your pussy twitching, and your stomach tightening, the room spiraling around you while you drop your head into the mattress, eyes screwed shut; Eren tearing an earth-shattering orgasm out of your body.

You see stars and a bright white consumes you, hands reaching to grasp anything, finding Levi's bicep and digging your nails into his skin for support while Eren's cock bathes in your cum, his hands pressing into the small of your back, "'boutta cum, right in this pretty little pussy." He spits, pinning your back to a better arch, you cry into the sheets when Erens thrusts loosen a little, sporadic and stabbing thrusts until he's panting and dumping a large load of his seed into your cunt, letting out moans and swears of approval. Your body convulsing, wanting to collapse.

Erin's lightheaded, dizzy and sweating, little bangs and baby hairs sticking to his soaked face, watching your cum drip down your thighs, the wetness from your pussy which had soaked his stomach, it was a fucking mess.

Everywhere.

He pulls out of you, your cream coating his cock; snatching a shirt and wiping himself clean, hiking up his boxers, "you're not done. On your back, now."

Without warning nor regard, you're pushed forward into Levi's hands by Eren to get you moving quicker; you slide onto your back, Levi takes charge and steps off the bed, hauling you by the thighs until you're at the edge of the bed, Levi pressing his hands under your thighs, holding them up and letting his cock slap against your cum-filled cunt, biting onto his bottom lip, teasing his cock into you.

He leans down, taking out the pair of underwear from your mouth, "keep quiet, understood?"

Quickly nodding and bracing yourself, happy to feel warm again.

"Did Eren fill you good?" he asks calmly, you nod.

"Yes- Levi."

Levi halts mid-thrust, peeved look on his face, "yes what, y/n?" you swallow hard, throat dry from the cloth.

"Y-yes Captain, he did." You mewl, he nods once before finishing his thrust.

"This pussy is so tight, even after he stretched you out like this?" he huffs, head dipped down- eyes filed to your pussy sucking in his cock so well; hair flopping back and forth, "I told you I was gonna do something about that mouth of yours, didn't I?"

"Y-you did, sir." You wail.

Levi didn't hold back, each of his sharp thrusts made you more tender inside, little cries fall from your swollen lips while Eren sits beside your head, big arm reaching over your face and kneading your boob, he watches them bounce slightly as Levi ruts into you. Rolling your hard erected nipple in between his fingers, "look at that face, are you gonna cum again?" you look up at Eren, who wears a smug look on his face, "are you gonna cum on Captain's cock, y/n?" you whine, trying to remain quieter under your Captain's directions.

"Gonna-" Eren's hand moves once more- over towards your clit.

This was the first time tonight you had felt this overstimulation, hissing in air and biting onto the skin of your lip, hand grasping Eren's wrist as he swirls little- yet strong circles into your clit, your mouth slacks open, “please! Feels so-" another burst of spasms erupting, thighs shaking and clenching around Levi's waist, "f-fuck me- Fuck me harder Captain, please!" You cry, walls convulsing, cum seeping out of you, down your ass and the base of his cock while he fucks you silly, Eren bringing you that much closer to a euphoric feeling again as he rubs your spasming clit.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?" Levi pants, cockhead rubbing against your sensitive and exhausted g-spot.

"Who can fuck you better?" Unable to audible, Eren moves faster around your num.

"Don't disobey our Captain, pretty girl- use your words." Screwing your eyes shut, the two men await your answer.

"I-I don't know- Ah!" Your back arches, core tightening for the second time tonight- body shaking as the following orgasm sends you over the moon, Eren's hand smacked over your mouth, you wail into his hand, Levi pins your legs open, leaning down to fuck into you harder, thrashing into your guts, pussy gushing around him until he is groaning and throwing his head back while he slams into you, his stomach nearly slapping against Eren's fingers, his dick twitching. His cheeks rosy and his muscles flexed.

"Fuck, so good- so tight- keep squeezing-" he breathes.

You're dazed from the rocking of his hips, he slows, catching his breath while he releases, coating your bruised walls with his cum. Your body left empty and quivering as Levi is slipping out of your cunt, Eren handing him the same shirt he used to wipe himself off with; your captain retrieving it and cleaning the amount of cum that was left on his softening dick, moving to you and carefully wiping the inside of your thighs and beaten cunt.

Catching your breath, Levi is picking his boxers up from the floor and pulling them up along with his pants, “don’t stay there forever, my sheets need to be switched.” He states, Eren reaches for your hand and helps you sit up, putting his shirt over your head and you slip through the arms, feet meeting the cold wooden floor, you attempt to stand, your knees buckling, Eren grabs you by the tricep before you land on the floor and sits you back on the bed.

“I think it would look suspicious if I carried you out of here, can you walk?”

You nod, “yeah.”

Standing again, you're able to succeed, reaching for your underwear, Eren already had it swinging around his index finger, “I’ll hold onto these.”

With no willpower to object, you just pull up your shorts and pick up your shoes.

“Walk her back, Jaeger, don't do anything stupid.”

You and Eren both leave your Captain’s office quietly, the hall empty and empty, you and he slowly walk back, you laughed at the thought about how it would be a tough one to explain why Eren was shirtless and you were- quite obviously- wearing his shirt while he holds your stained shirt in his hand.

With great luck, you and he make it without running into anyone, reaching your door, you and him enter and you shut the door behind him.

“Here’s your shirt.”

He watches you as you throw off his shirt, tossing it to him and opening a drawer, and grabbing one of your own.

Before you realize it.

“Uhm, Eren, I forgot my bra.” Glancing down at your bare chest, Eren shrugs it off and laughs.

“Captain wanted to keep something too, princess.”

[alreadyblondenow]

Second Star to the Right | Na Jaemin

✦ Jaemin x reader ✦ Fluff, Smut, Smut, Smut, Angst, Fairy AU ✦ 1/5 for HOLIDAY SERIES: Once Upon A December

Summary: Jaemin is a mere tooth fairy who’s just doing his job collecting teeth became you’re one and only true friend. You have strict parents so you crave for adventure and so Jaemin offered you one and brought you to Neverland. As you two grew old together, you became closer and soon fall in love with each other. Seasons change and so does your feelings towards Jaemin. Will a tooth fairy and a human will have a happy ending?

Word count: 7,532k

Warnings: Heavy cheating, swearing, skinny dipping, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex, nipple play, betrayal, slight swearing, mentions of Jaemin being peeping tom 

A/N: PURE FICTION. Inspired by the fairytale Peter Pan, but not following the main plot. Just the idea of never growing up, fairies and pixie dust. It’s a cute story of saying good bye to your innocence, childhood, and accepting that you’re growing. Nothing heavy don’t worry. 

Neoholiday entry #1 @nct-writers​ | To: @jimjamjaemin​ From: Bear

6 years old

Days have always been laid down for you from the moment you wake up until you close your eyes good night. At a very young age, you’ve grown very tired of this routine and dreamt of being a normal kid like your cousins or the kids that you see at the mall. Given that you’re homeschooled, you don’t know anyone that’s not family or staff in your house.

“Oh, would you look at that,” your nana hold your chin to look at your loose tooth and had a wild guess on when it’s going to come out. “If you keep playing with it with your tongue it will come out faster... and you will meet your tooth fairy soon” she tricks you.

As a very smart kid at a very young age, you know that tooth fairies are just characters from a storybook and probably not real. Maybe the idea of meeting someone new excites you to the core that you don’t care if they’re real or not and all you did is play with your loose tooth while reading a book, while drawing or coloring, while playing the piano, just so you could meet a new friend.

Your tooth came out the next day during breakfast with your parents. Unexpectedly you felt it came out while you were chewing your bread. Without any hesitation, you ran to the kitchen to find your nana and show her your teeth with the biggest smile.

“Where did she learned to be excited like that? Not so proper for a young girl” your mom says to your dad, pouting her lips and looking at him coldly.

While you were looking for your nana, all the staff in your house is busy eating breakfast and greeting you ‘good morning little Ms.’ as you ran past them and give them a sweet smile. “It came out nana, what do I do next?” you tell her the great news and showed her your tooth.

“Tonight, you put it under your pillow and try to catch that fairy! You’re a smart girl, I know you can do it” she smiled proudly at you and told you to go back to your parents.

As you go on with your normal routine, you waited patiently for bedtime and made the preparations for meeting that tooth fairy. Although you’re not sure if someone will really go in your room tonight, you still baked cookies for the fairy and hope to gain a new friend. When bedtime finally came, you secure your tooth under your pillow, fluff your blankets, and checked the baked cookies on your bedside table.

You waited with your eyes closed.

Waited.

Waited.

“Her room is big....” Jaemin murmurs to his friend Renjun. “Oh look, there's cookies” he whispered.

“Yeah yeah. We're here to work, Taeyong will be pissed if we don’t make it back in time- I’ll cover the next kid,”

He leaves his friend with great worries because Jaemin doesn’t know how to follow protocol, and always mess things up. Either way, Jaemin needs to learn how to be a tooth fairy.

Slowly, he opens your window and made his way inside, scanned your room, and looked at a few books. “She must be smart” he murmurs again. He scanned and feed his curiosity until he wants to while eating the baked cookies that you made.

“You’re a boy?”

The fact that fairies are true did not shock you at all but knowing that the tooth fairy is a boy was indeed a shocker to you.

“Well yeah... aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? I can’t give you a coin if you’re awake” Jaemin reasons out with a cute smile. “You baked these?”

he continues to eat the cookie in his hand.

“Yes. Did you like it?”

“Absolutely. Thank you”

You bit your lip out of disappointment as he came closer to you and stopped his curiosity when he sees your pout. Why? His curiosity switched to you and he wanted to know why you look sad, “I mean it. It’s delicious” he sat at the edge of your bed, near you but not close enough.

“I thought you’re a girl, I wanted a friend” you frown.

“Well, I can’t be a girl, but I can still be your friend- if you want” he smiles awkwardly at you.

Without hesitation, you turned your frown upside down and reached for your tooth under your pillow, and hand it to your new friend. “Wow. Did it hurt?” he asked.

“Nope. Didn’t hurt a little, it went off when I was chewing bread this morning. I was so happy” you giggle and smiled at him, you noticed he has a nice smile and his pearly whites.... are perfect. Just like how a tooth fairy is supposed to be. As you two exchange more stories and feed each other’s curiosity, Jaemin forgot that he’s supposed to meet Renjun at the gates of Neverland and go back together.

“Oh my, I need to get going-“

You see his body glow in an instant, as he ready himself to fly. A pixie dust he says, and it can make him fly if he believes in it. “I guess this is goodbye then?” you said as you come near your window and watch him float.

“Oh no no. We’re friends now right? And I’m your tooth fairy so we’ll meet again soon. Just believe in me”

“Where are you from? Can I visit you?”

He shook his head and pointed at a star in the sky. “Neverland. Second star to the right” he explains excitedly. Without any other word or goodbyes, he jumped from your window and flew away. You felt the wind gush on your face as you watch him fly, happy that everything happened according to plan, even happier that it’s never goodbye with Jaemin.

You now have a proper friend.

13 years old

Years have passed now and Jaemin’s job as your assigned tooth fairy is long gone. Although it was a test of patience because he can only visit you whenever you have a loose tooth, he taught you how to trust the next moments that are bound to happen, meaning “there’s always a time for everything. And besides, it’s never goodbye between us it’s always ‘see you later’ right?” he says. After being your tooth fairy, now, he’s just your friend and he can visit you every night after he collects teeth from different children, sacrificing your sleep just so you can meet Jaemin every night.

“How’s school? Are they nice to you?”

You and Jaemin lay on your carpeted floor while looking at the stars through your window. It’s your first day in school today and only Jaemin knew how nervous you were because you’ve been homeschooled all your life.

“They’re nice. But they’re not you” you answered truthfully.

“But you have to try because I’m not always with you. It’s hard to be alone in a place where you’re not used to”

“Look at you, you always take care of me” you turned your head to him and smiled sweetly, “I’ll try” you added.

“Just make sure you’ll never forget about me… or else I’ll fade” there's a slight hint of sadness in his tone when he told you that. Like he’s scared of losing you even though he has many friends already.

He told you a long time ago that he exists because you believe that he does, and if you forget about him he will fade.

As you gave your schoolmates a chance and befriend them, eating out and going out on weekends, you realized that if you have too much fun with them, eventually, whether you like it or not, you will forget about Jaemin. And you never want that to happen. Jaemin has done so much for you, and he doesn’t deserve to be forgotten. With that, you decided to make him your priority without being a loner at school.

“So after we went to the movies, we went to this park and walked hand in hand it was so romantic…” you’re FaceTiming with your friend while you wait for Jaemin, giggling like a little girl from your friend’s stories and secretly wishing to experience a good date someday. Holding hands while walking in the park, going to movies, kissing. Sounds…. normal, and you want every taste of it.

While you were fantasizing about holding someone’s hand, you see Jaemin floating outside your window smiling like he hasn’t seen you for weeks. “Hey-Uhm… I have to go, my mom is calling me and I should go. See you tomorrow-“ you finished the call without letting your friend say her goodbye and went to your window and welcome Jaemin.

“I saw you smiling, what’s that all about?” he says, giving you a small seashell from one of the islands from Neverland. He has a habit of bringing something small for you every time he visits as if he’s sharing a part of his world with you.

“Oh that. I’m just listening to my friend about her first date with her crush- Date, uhm it’s uh… humans do that to know each more, they go out and eat somewhere”

“I’m guessing you want to do it?” he knows you well. You smile shyly as you place the seashell on your shelf. You didn’t answer him yes, because you know he’ll figure it out himself. “Let’s go on a date then” he blurted out. Just like that.

“How are we going to do that when you’re not allowed to visit me when the sun is up?” you crossed your arms and squint at him. Amused with how much he’s willing to risk just so he can give you everything.

“Pixie dust. Neverland. Come on, it will be fun trust me”

His idea of a date was beyond something you could imagine. You never thought of someday going to Neverland but if he told you to trust him, then you will trust him with all your heart. He grabs his pixie dust bag from behind him and sprinkled some of it at the top of your head. Is this really happening? Is he really going to take you on a date to Neverland just so you could know how it feels like going on a date? The wind gushes on your face as you stand near your window, nervous because “Jaem, I don’t know how to do this” you weren’t scared, of course, you trust the pixie dust but you just don’t know how to fly.

“Right… right I’m sorry. Here grab my hand”

His offer made you feel shy for the first time. So it’s really a date then because you’re going to hold hands… Without wasting any more time, you grab his hand and grip it nicely, savoring the feeling of holding his soft hand for the first time. Little did you know that Jaemin is enjoying this. The way you hold his hand gives him a nice nervous feeling, butterflies in his tummy, and blushing like crazy.

Flying is an indescribable feeling, you thought. Walking on air and flying towards a star, it’s like you're having a dream when he told you to close your eyes, and the next thing you know you’re in Neverland.

“Time is different here. In your world it’s night time, here it’s day time- There’s Mark! I want you to meet my friends”

Your date started with Jaemin introducing you to some of the tooth fairies, you know everyone by name because Jaemin tells you stories about them for the past years. It’s like you are friends with them too by this point. From there on, you two enjoyed Neverland for the first time together. The date was nothing like how your friend described it. No holding hands while walking at the park, but he was holding your hand tightly while you fly to Neverland. No movies, but he brought you to a garden full of closed flowers and watch it bloom together. No kissing to end a perfect night, but he gave you a very handsome smile that made your heart race like it was your first time seeing Jaemin smile like that. The night was special, more than special actually.

When he brought you back safely to your room, you feel like something changed between you and Jaemin after having that date. He felt it too, but he’s shy to mention it.

“I’m glad you’re my first date,” you told him.

“I’m glad too” he puts a flower on your hair, something he’s been carrying all this time while you were flying. “See you tomorrow then?”

“Can’t wait, as always” He smiled shyly at you and fly away like he always does.    

That night, you slept with a smile on your face and dreamt about being with Jaemin again in Neverland. On the next day, you kept thinking about him and not just about your date with him. You kept thinking about his smile, his deep voice, and all the sweet things he said to you.

Everything changed after that date but no one is brave enough to admit it. The things you do together for years like laying in your bed and waiting for you to sleep while talking nonstop now make your body warm and it makes you shy. Whenever he tells you you’re pretty, you wanted him to say it over and over again. Until you two had enough of lying and admitted that you’re in love with each other. The problem is… you’re both too young. The way he told you how he feels for you we're sweet and honest, he intertwines his fingers with yours and hugs you tightly in your bed.

“Let’s wait a little longer,” he says. “we're too young and I don’t want to ruin us, I’m scared of losing you always” Again, him and his patience. Nonetheless, you understand what he’s saying and it’s true. There's no need to rush and it’s better to wait than regret bad decisions after.  

Days become months and months became years, you and Jaemin took your time before finally being adults. Soon, forehead kisses turned into soft kisses on the lips, hungry ones, or lustful ones. ’Goodnights’ were added with sweet ‘i love yous’ and ’stay a little longer.’ Dates in Neverland happens once a week, just being together and forgetting everything else. The idea of sex crosses your mind already but never actually doing it. It’s good that you’re growing together and learning different kinds of things. It makes you feel untouchable like it’s almost impossible that you two will someday break up. So impossible.

19 years old

Every day with Jaemin is nothing but adventure and new things, but ever since you two started seeing each other and acknowledging your feelings, days have been always sweeter than yesterday. Holding hands while flying, cuddling in your bed before you go to sleep, a lot of stolen and surprise kisses. These things are all new to you and Jaemin, but just like normal teenagers you just let love do its job and enjoy the wonderful feeling of being in love.

It was hot in Neverland today but Jaemin told you he had found another secret place that can make you stop sweating and he’s so proud of it. He brought you to a cave somewhere deep inside the forest but inside that cave, is an underground lake that has cool and very clear water.

“How did you find this? It’s beautiful” you exclaim as you look around the place. 

“I just did and it’s my way of making you smile“ he never fails to amaze you. “come on, let’s swim” he was quick to remove his clothes like it was a normal thing for him, he completely forgot that your relationship is not yet on the stage where you’re confident with seeing each other’s naked body.

“Uhm-Jaem,” you tried to avoid looking at his nice body and butt, biting your lip as he stretches his muscles confidently while his back faces you. He had grown confidently lately and not to mention so handsome and manly.

“What? Don’t be shy. But if you’re not comfortable, you can swim wearing your underwear. I don’t mind” he says, not facing you yet. It’s not fair you thought, he trusts you to see his whole being and so should you. You gulped and told him not to turn around until you’re fully naked and upon hearing that, Jaemin became suddenly nervous and blushing but you can’t see it.

“Are you naked now?” he asks, scratching the back of his head as he waits for you to give him permission to see you.

“Y-yeah” you answered. You told yourself that whatever happens, you will not look at his cock but as he turns slowly, you don’t know why your eyes can’t stop looking at it. You felt your cheeks warm and suddenly you became shy and you wanted to cover yourself. But he saw right through you, smiled, and hold your hand before jumping into the water together.

The cool water feels great against your skin as you and Jaemin enjoy the hot afternoon and turn it into a nice new experience for the two of you. Swimming deep into the water, racing against each other, picking up shells, the fun made you both forget that you’re naked and helped you with you’re shyness.

“So did you have fun?”  

You were laying on the grass with closed eyes, as you enjoy the warm sunlight peeking from above the cave and at the same time drying your skin before you wear your clothes again. Jaemin is beside you with his shoulder propped and is unbelievably close to you, secretly admiring your naked body and how beautiful you are under the warm sunlight.

“I did. Thank you” you turned your head to face and opened your eyes, “Jaem, what did you feel when you saw me naked for the first time earlier?” you reach for his face and cup it with one hand.

“Shy, at the same time excited because we get to do this but most importantly, I felt lust and my mind was so quick to think about dirty things I want to do- I’m sorry” he was quick to apologize and kissed your hand lovingly.

“No, it’s fine. I felt it too”

Jaemin was taken aback and felt the lust again but this time even stronger that he felt his cock hardens and poke the side of your thigh. “So” he was shy to ask you something but somehow the lust he’s been feeling is giving him the push, “can I try something? If that's okay with you? Baby?”

You only nod, but the way his voice deepens when he asked you made you nervous and excited. Just like Jaemin, you felt the lust he talked about. He came closer, closer, and closer, and until he reaches your exposed shoulder and planted a soft kiss there. But it didn’t end there. He kissed you on the same spot again, but this time he kissed you all the way down until his lips reached your boob and his hot breath is making your nipples sensitive.

His tongue made contact on your nipples first, then you felt his lips, and the next thing you know he’s sucking your right boob. It feels so good that you roll your head back and close your eyes again while letting out soft moans. Soon your hand rests at the back of Jaemin’s head, combing your fingers on his soft locks, and tugging whenever he playfully bites your nipple to make you giggle.

And right then and there your innocence was stained and it was the start of a different exploration and curiosity with Jaemin.

“How?” You were still surprised about what he just did but you love it and at the same time curious.

“Me and the other fairies peek whenever Mark and his girlfriend do it in the woods. Then we’ll tease him after”

“Pervert” you tease him.

“Want to do more?” he offers. You see the lust in his eyes as you look at him. You nod, of course, you want more.

He attacked you with hungry kisses and kneeled in between your legs without hesitation, putting his fingers to work and started touching you on your pussy. Once again you were taken aback by his confident move but instead of getting shy you accepted it and spread your legs wider so he can gain more access to your pussy. Jaemin noticed that his fingers were gliding smoothly on your slit because you were wet and he caused it, he also knew that you’re loving what he’s doing because your moans sound great, you’re rolling your hips, and you’re parting your lips. Which makes him want to dive into lust even more.

“Do you want to do it?” he whispers beside your ear while his fingers still drawing slow circles and gliding up and down your wet slit.

“Sex?” You asked back.

“Yeah” Jaemin started kissing your neck while he waits for your answer.

“If you promise you won’t hurt me”

He’s not stupid. He knew you weren’t talking about the sex. He knew you were talking about what you deserve. Jaemin stopped what he’s doing and kissed your lips sincerely, “I promise. I will never hurt you” he says and kissed you again deeply. It was a sweet promise, you thought and, hearing it made you fall in love with him even more.

Before he proceeds to the sex, he grabs your hand, kissed your knuckles, and made you touch his perfect body slowly, all the way down until you reach his cock. You touched it confidently without leaving his eyes, and you witnessed your boyfriend breathe heavily as you help him pump his cock.

“That’s going inside of you, baby. Ready?”

“Yes”

You feel him line his cock on your very wet entrance, kept his eyes on you as he pushes inside you oh so slowly. You were both virgins and neither of you knew if you’re doing it correctly, but it feels so fucking good that you’re heavily breathing as Jaemin continues to push in. Even tho he wanted to just force his way inside you, he can't because he knew you’re feeling the stretch because you’re so tight. You hiss but you smile, and when he asks you if you’re okay you told him that, “it hurts but I don’t want you to stop”

He chuckled low and said, “okay. But if I do this-“ he rolled his hips without a warning and it made you both moan a little too loud. “You felt that?” he asked, completely mind blown with what a single thrust can do to the both of you.

“Do it again”

And so he did. Again and again and again, until you’re scratching his back and he’s groaning beside your ear deliciously. Telling you how good it feels, praising you with every second that he can, pushing in deeply as he can because you request it.

“I can’t cum that’s dangerous,” he says and he sounded like he’s in pain.

“Shit- right, okay”

Without hesitation and before he loses his mind and makes you pregnant, he pulled out and lay beside you. Stopping himself with all the strength he has left. It was very frustrating for both of you not having the full experience.

“I'm sorry,” he says, heavily breathing beside you still handsome and very inviting.

“You did nothing wrong baby, what are talking about“

“For not making you cum, beautiful. I’ll get your clothes”

You watch him stand up from the warm ground with a hard cock and blushing cheeks. You didn’t cum but still, you felt so weak, and the sting from your pussy is still there. Nonetheless, Jaemin looked so handsome while fucking you, not to mention he sounds sexy. “Here” he helped you get up and handed you your clothes.

Just like that, you made another unforgettable memory with Jaemin that you wouldn’t trade for anything. He sprinkled some pixie dust on your head and flew you back to your room safe and sound.

“I meant what I said earlier. Don’t forget it okay? Just trust me like how you trust my pixie dust to carry you home. I love you” he kissed you on your forehead, smiled so handsomely “see you tomorrow” and left another great promise of seeing each other again.

The next day, while you were eating lunch with your friends they were telling stories about their weekends with their boyfriends. You wanted to tell them so bad that you had a great weekend with Jaemin too, but you’re afraid they will ask you too many questions. Questions that you can’t answer truthfully because you’re afraid they will see you as a crazy person that believes in fairies.

As you listen to them, you can’t help but envy them. You want to share stories with them too, tell all your experiences and such…. like a normal person. “I heard Lee Jeno has a crush on you” your friend whispers beside your ear, completely bringing you back to reality and taking your mind off of Jaemin.

“Lee Jeno who?” you answered and to them, you sound dumb.

“Lee Jeno. The most handsome guy in school? Sharp jawline, small eyes, sexy figure?”

As she describes that Lee Jeno guy you can’t help but to think about Jaemin because for you he’s still the most handsome guy in your eyes. “Well, I’m not interested. Thanks for liking me I guess” they scoffed and teased you further, telling you that they will introduce you to Jeno soon so you will understand how handsome he is.

“Try me. I will still not be interested in him” you cross your arms as you challenge your friends, “in fact, what’s so special about this Lee Jeno guy? Is he nice? Does he know how to treat a girl right? How to touch a girl?” you were describing Jaemin to them, but they were clueless of course. They were quiet and smirking and you wonder why. Little did you know that someone is listening from behind.

He sat on the vacant chair beside you and smiled at you, “Lee Jeno” he offered his hand for you to shake, and of course, being the nice girl that you are, you introduced yourself back.

After that day Lee Jeno kept on talking to you at school, asking you out but you never said yes. But because of his consistency and perseverance, you finally said yes to him just so he could stop bugging you. And right then there, you know that Jaemin will not like this. It’s been weeks since you last saw each other and being a senior tooth fairy gave him a lot of responsibilities that kept you from seeing each other every night just like you used to. But even though he’s busy, sometimes, if he can, he always finds his way to your house before he comes home after working with Renjun.

“Hey” you were in deep concentration with writing your paper when he kissed you on your cheeks. Surprised that he’s finally here, your arms swing around his neck automatically, and kissed him back on the lips, letting how the way you kiss him tell him how much you miss him. “I miss you too-Sorry for not being here always. Taeyong is giving us a hard time, there are a few kids in your neighborhood and the new fairies weren’t ready yet”

“Right… kids” you sounded bothered, you wanted to tell him about your date with Jeno but you just miss him so much that all you did is tell him how much you’re proud of him for being a good tooth fairy.

“I brought you these” he hands you a few flowers from Neverland so you could put them in between your books, “so you could think of me while you study too,” he was just about to kiss you again when Rejun appeared on your window with Mark to get him and keep them on schedule.

“Sorry” he says before kissing you one too many times on the lips, your face, and your hands. “I love you. I have to go, see you soon okay?”

“I understand, go. Fly safe.” And that’s all you needed from him. You’re so in love with Jaemin that you understand everything he does in his life and never get mad at him even though sometimes he never gets to see you. “patience” you murmur to yourself and went back to writing your paper.

Today is your date with Jeno and you wanted to ditch him so bad that you arrived late and let him freeze outside the cinemas. But even though you missed almost half of the movie, he still smiled so sweetly at you that his eyes almost disappear. “I’m happy you still came. It’s so wrong of me to think that you’re going to ditch me last minute. I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry that I’m late” you’re not, but you tell him anyway.

“It’s normal. People can arrive late during dates, I’m just glad you came”

The word ‘normal’ lingers in your mind as you two entered the cinemas. The movie is nice, it made you cry and Jeno dried your tears while patting your head and providing comfort. He brought you to a place where you two can eat something good and heavy after eating popcorn. On top of that, he seems sweet and careful, he listens to you and he cares about what you think all the time. After the date, he brought you home safely and asked if he could kiss you.

“N-no…” you stepped away from him.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry. I can wait” he smiles awkwardly, hands inside the pocket of his jacket, “Did you had a great time?”

“Yes I did” and that’s the truth, you told him with a smile.

The night ended with you waiting for Jaemin in your room, but your mind kept playing every moment you had with Jeno. He’s more than just sharp jawlines and sexy figure, he’s a gentleman. Like Jaemin. And this is bad because it’s not hard to have a crush on him.

“you didn’t see me came in-“

“Shit!” Jaemin completely startled you when you saw him lying comfortably in your bed. He doesn’t look like he’s in a hurry, and that makes you happy.

“You were out late, you’re not yet in your sleepwear” he kisses your forehead as you cuddle close, oh you miss him.

“I did something normal today” and that’s all you could share about what happened today. He didn’t need to know what happened between you and Jeno.

“That’s great- listen, I will be away for a few weeks training the new fairies-“

“What- Away again?” you whine and pout at him, “But I miss you already. I never get to see you or spend time with you”

“I know. I’m sorry, but after this, I promise I will stick to like a shadow. I missed you too, I’ll try my best to speed things up. In the meantime, do more normal things like what you did today and leave the extraordinary things to me. Come on, smile for me”

Little did he know you cheated on him today. You forced a smile and kissed him hungrily until you ended on top of him. You removed your shirt and from there everything happened so fast. The next thing you know his lips are on your nipples with your bra cups pulled down and you’re moaning quietly. “I have condoms here” you whispered to Jaemin with a very sexy voice. Or at least you tried.

“Inviting. But I can’t stay for long. I’m sorry I kept disappointing you” And just like that your mood died and you grabbed your blanket to cover yourself. “Mark is outside. I’m sorry” he kissed you one last time before he tucks you to bed and you watch him fly away.

"Do tell!!!"

Because your friends don’t know the meaning of privacy, they kept asking you about your date with Jeno. ‘Did you guys have sex?’ ‘Did he used his tongue?’ ‘Second date?’ all these questions were hilarious because none of it happened, but to make them shut up you told them everything. It’s your first time sharing something that happened during the weekend it makes you feel… normal. Jeno made you feel normal.

You then realized that being with Jaemin isn’t normal, because he’s a fairy.

Days without Jaemin made you became friendly with Jeno. Eating together at lunch, reading at the library and doing study dates, soon the most awaited second date happened and this time it’s sweeter than the first, he brought you to your first college party where you really enjoyed yourself dancing and drinking with him. It’s not that you forgot about Jaemin already, you think of him every day and every night but when Jeno is around everything changes. It’s like your mind forgets about the pixie dust, the shells on your shelf from Neverland, how beautiful and magical Neverland is, but when you’re back home and alone in your room, all you think about is Jaemin. And you hate that you miss him, you hate that you can’t see or feel him.

Jeno never made you feel alone.

You are at a party right now, finishing something in your cup when you feel someone hug you from behind and bringing you back to reality. At some point, you thought it was Jaemin because he’s the only guy ever to startle you like that. But it’s Jeno’s arms that caged you this time, “You okay? If you want to go home I can drive you home”

“Yes. Let’s go home” you feel his hot breath brush on your nape and you’re not gonna lie. It made you want him.

“And?” he asks with a very sexy tone like he's trying to tell you something but shy to say it.

“And my parents are not home” you turned around to kiss him.

“That’s my girl” he said excitedly and walk you towards his car.

While you were kissing Jeno inside your room, and removing each other’s clothes until you hit your bed, you were thinking about Jaemin but Jeno is another level of hotness that he can make you forget something. Or maybe that’s because you’ve completely fallen in love with him. It was dark, and all you can see is the silhouette of your body grinding together. You were both in the mood to really get on with it and did not even bother turning your lampshade which made you both giggle, “bummer, I wanted to see you” he whispers and bit the shell of your ear.

Your hands roam around Jeno’s body and even without a light you can see, or feel how hot he is. His hard rock abs were brushing on your tummy while he grinds his body, he reaches both of your hands and put it on top of your head. Experienced, he is very much experienced than you are.

It was an eventful night indeed, and you had a lot of first time with Jeno in just one night. First time fucking from behind, first time giving a blow job, but most importantly, it was your first time having an orgasm using his cock. It took some time, yes, but he was incredibly good in bed.

You stayed under the covers and dozed off together, hands intertwined and bodies together.

Unfortunately, Jaemin heard everything. Because he was hiding inside your closet, with a flower in his hand, ready to surprise you after a very long time of not seeing each other. Normally when he peeks at Mark and his girlfriend having sex he usually gets hard, but now… he felt really heartbroken. Hearing the love of his life moaning because of another man, made him regret that he took being a tooth fairy very seriously. As he sneaks out quietly and effortlessly, he came close to you, kissed you on your forehead, and covered your exposed skin so you won't get cold.

“I’m sorry” he whispers and left with the flower.

Jaemin hid the truth and pretend that he knew nothing about Jeno because he loves you so much that he can’t let you go and face his reality. Meaning, you finally found a human that will love you and will make you feel like a normal person. It’s the ugly truth that he’s not yet ready to admit.

Over the days that he’s been present, he tried so hard on winning you back and making you fall in love with him over again. Even though he’s trying, he can’t help but feel so hopeless whenever he leaves you after a sweet visit so he decided to finally count his days with you, and finally, let you go when he’s ready.

Five months later

“You’ve been really sweet lately. Why?”

It’s a weekend in your world and Jaemin ditched his tooth fairy duties just so he can bring you to a quiet island and watch the stars with you. He hugged you tightly before he tells you half of the truth, “I just want to make you fall in love with me. Again”

“What are you talking about, as far as I know, I’m very much in love with you” truth, but you’re in love with Jeno too, just not that deep like how you love Jaemin.

“You and your sweetness, I love you” he sounds sincere. Very sincere actually, that it bothers you.

“I-I love you too. You’re not telling me something aren’t you?” you were slightly nervous as you sat up from between his legs and face him.

“Mhhm. Caught me red-handed. I have a surprise, turn around” you returned to your previous position and waited for him. After a few seconds, he puts a necklace around your neck and you felt something cold on your skin. A pendant that looks like a tooth, but it’s a pearl, “it looked like a tooth, don’t you think it’s amazing?” it was a parting gift because he was planning to finally give you up and let you be with Jeno.

You were speechless once again, “you’re amazing”

Sometimes listening to your sweet words hurt him. Because he knew you tell it to Jeno too. And he’s not the only man you love, at least not anymore. “Let’s get you home now” to be honest you wanted to stay for a while but he was so eager to bring you home already so you let him.

The fly back home was cold and quiet, something you have never experienced before. There’s something wrong and he’s not telling you. You waited for him to enter your room but he didn’t, and it was the first time he’s not tucking you in bed after a date, he just floats outside your window.

“Goodbye. Sleep well okay”

“Goodbye?” you scoffed, “Jaemin you never said goodbye, it’s always 'see you tomorrow'” by this time you’re mad at him because he’s not telling the truth. And to be honest he didn’t think you were going to notice that which breaks his heart even more because that means you still care about him.

“No- no, don’t be angry-“ he tried to hug you but you pushed him away and you’re not stupid to not realize that he’s breaking up with you tonight. “I-I know about Jeno. But I’m not mad, don’t get me wrong. He’s a great man, I’m happy you found someone, normal” he finally said the truth without breaking into tears and faced it like a man. “We can't be like this forever, someday you will get a job, marry someone, be a mom, grow old. So come on, let’s not part like this”

He was asking for a hug. One last hug, but you asked him to stay. You didn’t feel tears but somehow you’re crying nonstop and sobbing in front of him already, “I will break up with Jeno. Please- Jaemin I’m sorry for hurting you”

“Ssshh. You didn’t do anything wrong. I made up my mind, please don’t make this harder than it is already. Tonight is finally goodbye. Let’s part without regrets, we tried”

You still think that Jaemin is a different kind of special that’s why you can’t let go, and by this time you’re both crying and you were holding him so close that he had to make you let go of him so he could fly away from your window, one last time. Letting Jaemin go is like letting go of something you kept since you’re a little girl, something you’ve own then you lost it unexpectedly.

You didn’t want to say goodbye, but it happened anyway. You weren’t prepared. You never saw this coming.  

27 years old

“Mommy look! My tooth is out!” she showed you a big smile and you kissed your daughter on the forehead.

“Okay- okay, calm down. Daddy will get you ice cream after dinner, keep your tooth safe, please. So you won't disappoint the tooth fairy” she’s excited about the tooth fairy thing too, just like you when you were her age.

Happily married to Jeno and mother of a very curious 6 year old, you managed to move on and live your life without Jaemin and keeping him a secret forever. The heartbreak was an experience that you will never forget but thankfully, Jeno never gave up on you. Jaemin was right, he’s a great man.

When it’s finally bedtime for your daughter, you and Jeno tucked her to bed and made sure that her tooth is under her pillow before she sleeps. “tooth fairies aren’t real right?” he whispered to you after closing the door.

“For me they’re true. Come on, don’t ruin this for her” you playfully smacked your husband and went to your shared bedroom together.

It was really late when you heard something from your daughter’s room and you decided to look into it. Slowly you opened her door, but you see nothing and her window is closed. You checked the guest room quietly and groggily but you woke up when you see someone familiar standing near the window. “Jaemin?” you closed your eyes and opened them again until he turns around and flashes you that beautiful smile.

“Well you look old” is his first few words again to you after not seeing each other for many years.

“And you never aged” it’s like it was only yesterday when he broke up with you, he didn’t change. He’s still young and handsome.

“Fairy. I age but you know, -how are you?” he quickly changed the subject and walked towards you.

“Are you my daughter’s tooth fairy?” he let out a small laugh and held you close, trying so hard to stop himself from telling you how much he missed you and it was hard for him during the years without you.

“Sungchan” he whispered.

“That small fairy?”

“Mhhm. He’s big and tall now, so I’m doing his work for now because he made a sound earlier” that explains the thud you thought.

“I have to go now. You’re happy right?” you nod at him and tears started flowing from your eyes. You felt him let go for the second time but this time your heart is not breaking, or maybe it never actually healed that’s why you can’t feel anything now.

“Can I kiss you” you caught his hand before he flies away and hopes he gives you this one last request.

“No” he rejects you in the nicest way he can and fly away without saying another word. Jaemin respects Jeno and your daughter, even though he wanted to kiss you too he can’t. He can’t be selfish but he’s happy that you still believe in him, and passed the magic to your daughter.

That night, you felt that it is indeed goodbye from now and that is the last time that you will see Jaemin ever again.

The End.  

For Mona,

My first moot before I became close to everyone else. Thank you for accepting me as your partner. I remember we were so happy after we gave Kei our Neoholiday event and then followed by neo’clock which is very successful and we were so happy.

I don’t know but after we finished planning neoclock, I felt like I gained a new friend. And that’s my inspiration when the reader/ you met Jaemin for the first time. The first part was inspired by our first conversation actually, not really based on the messages that we exchanged but if you noticed I didn’t put anything romance related in the 6 years old part. I remember we were exchanging pieces of information about a few movies, princess Mia and I asked where you from.

So that is that WAHAHAHA sorry for ruining the surprise, but I lessen the smut I was overthinking you might get uncomfortable huhuhuhu…. Happy Neoholiday!  

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

Shattered: the Importance of Finarfin

From what I've seen, the Silm fandom as a whole doesn't pay a lot of attention to Finarfin. In most of the content I've seen about him, he's reduced to "the calm one," or even "the boring one." Fëanor gets attention (a lot of attention), Fingolfin gets attention too but Finarfin often just gets shunted to the side. The sedate one. The useless one.

And early this morning, I just started thinking about that. And I realized that, like, there's a whole lot of interesting stuff about Finarfin. So I thought I'd talk a bit about that here. :)

(TW for some violence and death/suicide mentions)

For the purposes of this post, I'm just going to be focusing on Finarfin's adult life. Maybe I'll do one on his childhood later if I have the spoons/people are interested.

But anyways. On to the writing.

I'm going to start our timeline when Fëanor threatens Fingolfin in Tirion. Chances are, since it was very public, Finarfin was there. He was aware, of course, that his brothers didn't get along, but watching one of your brothers take action to hurt the other? That's got to be really upsetting, especially for Finarfin, who seems to be much less volatile than either of his brothers, and much more interested in keeping the peace.

And after that? Well, we all know what happens. Fëanor's exile to Formenos. But not just Fëanor, because all his children, plus Nerdanel, go with him. Oh, and Finwë. He goes too.

Finwë who is also Finarfin's father. What do you do when your father so publicly shows that he, essentially, likes your half-brother better than you? You can't help but have a suspicion that if it had been you who'd been exiled, your father wouldn't have gone with you.

But, because you're Finarfin and you've got to be there for Fingolfin, you don't say anything. You say goodbye to your sister-in-law, and your nephews, and your father and then you set about trying to pick up the pieces. Because that's what you always do, isn't it?

And then the debacle with the Trees happens. Your home is in a blackout. This is your first time experiencing real darkness, because you were born in Valinor and have pretty much seen only light or twilight. You're confused and frightened already, and then you find out that your father is dead.

You haven't seen him for years. And now he's gone.

But you've got to be there for your wife, and your children, and your brother, so you deal with it (like you always do).

And then, suddenly, Fëanor's a Valar-hating revolutionary and you're trying to calm him down, but does he even recognize you at this point?

And then he's leaving, and Fingolfin and your other set of sibkids are packing up too, because apparently he has to go to make sure Fëanor will be all right, and Fingon needs to follow his cousin, and the others want to see Middle Earth. You try to persuade them not too, but it it doesn't work. Well, at least you have your children, you think.

And then they come to you and tell you that they're leaving too. And what can you do but follow them? Eärwen says she won't, and someone has to be with them. So you pack your things and you tell your wife you are sorry and you go.

It couldn't possibly get worse, could it? And then, of course, it does, because when you reach the Swanhavens, the beautiful, pearly harbor city where your in-laws live, Fëanor doesn't take no for an answer and decides to just take what he wants.

And there's blood in the sea and the white paving stones turn red, and you and your children are just trying to stop it all but then you look down and you see Eärwen's parents lying on the pier with their throats cut and you know you have to go back.

So you do. Alone. You throw yourself on the mercy of the Valar and they grant it. You go home to your wife and neither of you speak for days because what is there to say when everything has fallen apart?

But, because you are Finarfin and it's what you do, you and Eärwen start organizing relief for the surviving Teleri, and you help the Valar as much as you can. You light lamps in the darkness until the moon rises. You wonder if your children are looking at it too.

From some stragglers of Fëanor's pack, coming back to Tirion, you learn that Fingolfin was betrayed. That Fëanor burned the ships.

And you learn that your children, and your brother, and your niece and nephews, and everyone else, are all on the Helcaraxë. You try not to imagine them freezing to death, or drowning in a black ocean, or buried in the snow, or all the other things that keep you up at night.

Things go back to normal, essentially. Tirion stops being quite as much of a ghost city, and you and Eärwen learn to live in your silent, silent house.

And years pass. You learn from one of the Returned that Fëanor is dead, has been dead for a long time, and you feel a numb sort of grief but it doesn’t really touch you anymore. Your nephew comes home, serious and dull-eyed. You embrace him and you weep. 

It would be a lie to say that you weren’t expecting it someday, but when you open the door to a soft knocking and see Angrod standing outside, you and Eärwen cry and cry. He tells you that Aegnor will not be coming back, that he fell in love with a mortal woman and waits for her with Mandos. You learn to accept this, because there is no alternative. You are Finarfin. You should be used to this by now.

And the years pass, and the years pass, and its a Maia of Námo knocking at your door this time, telling you that Fingolfin is dead, killed by Morgoth, and that he will not be returning from Mandos anytime soon. You ask if you can see him. You hear that he will see no one. You write him a letter for every day anyways.

And there are many more. Five of your nephews from Fëanor’s side are dead, but who knows where they are. Finrod comes home, smiling a smile that doesn’t touch his haunted eyes. Fingon comes too, and sits in your garden for hours, staring at Nerdanel’s statue of Maitimo. Aredhel appears and stands at the seashore, waiting for her son to join her. He does, with Turgon and thousands of others behind him. Aredhel weeps. You rub her back and feel just as helpless as you did at the beginning of it all. 

And the years pass, and the years pass, and Tyelpë comes home, wary and weary, and tells Finarfin that Galadriel has gotten married. 

But she is a child, you almost say, and then you realize that she is not. Not anymore.

And the years pass, and the years pass, and suddenly your are going to Middle Earth again, with a divine army behind you, and you are standing at the gates of Angband and listening to Morgoth’s screams. You stand beside Eönwë and you feel nothing but revulsion. You do not touch the Silmarils when they are taken down.

You had hoped to see Galadriel, but she is not there. Someone tells you that she is expecting a child.

And then there are your two remaining nephews, desperate and wracked with pain, and they beg for the Silmarils, and you would’ve given them, but Eönwë shakes his regal, feathered head.

So they steal them in the night. It isn’t surprising. Why are you surprised? Why are you crying?

Later, you hear that Maitimo--Maedhros, now--killed himself. You begin steeling yourself to tell Fingon when you get home. 

And the years pass, and the years pass, and you wait for your daughter, but it is her daughter that comes first, barely able to stand, her hand shaking like leaves in the wind. She looks up at you and then buries her head in your chest. You stroke her hacked-off hair and this time you do not cry. 

You wait, with Eärwen, with Finrod and Angrod, and now Celebrían, who is waiting thrice over, for her parents, for her children, for her husband. You wait.

And finally, finally she comes home, flickering like a candle in the wind. Her husband, Celeborn, comes first, tells you that she will soon arrive, embraces you and calls you ada.

And then Celebrían’s husband comes, breaks the news that their daughter is not coming, will never come. Finarfin rests his hands on their shoulders as their tears fall into the sea. 

His great-grandsons come later, and bearing a bedraggled someone between them, and it is first Finarfin and then Elrond who recognizes those grey eyes, that once-melodious voice. 

Uncle, says your one surviving nephew. I am sorry.

And, because you are Finarfin, you take his burned, bloody hands and lead him up the beach and towards the city, because if this can happen, perhaps there’s hope for all the others too. 

[girlboss-molina]

Be Who You Are (No Compromise)

A Julie and the Phantoms Modern Royalty AU

Chapter 1: Introductions

AO3 Link

Words: 5543

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Alex POV

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Of course. 

Of fucking course.

He’d known it was coming, yeah, but that didn’t change the fact that, despite his friendship with Princess Julie, Alex had no desire to marry her. And now, after begging not to be married off, he was still stuck in this deal.

It had nothing to do with Julie herself, of course; Julie was a kind, loving, musical girl around his age. The issue was that he was gay. Marrying a girl was not something he was interested in. 

Julie knew Alex was gay; he’d come out to her after he was sure she would accept him, which he knew she would after she mentioned her best friend being a lesbian, and her being bisexual herself. Needless to say, neither of them had been thrilled by the announcement a couple years back that they would be getting married, for more reasons than the fact that nobody wants to be in an arranged marriage. 

And now, in three months time, he would be at the alter with a girl he wasn’t in love with. 

Alex knew it wouldn’t be that bad; in fact, he and Julie were quite close friends. Their kingdoms, Tambor and Dahlia respectively, were close allies. But for some godforsaken reason, their leaders had felt the need to strengthen their allyship by setting up their heirs in an arranged marriage. Had Alex been the oldest, this wouldn’t have been the case. However, it wouldn’t be him, but his older sister, Ava, taking the throne of Tambor. 

He, along with his guards, would be travelling to Dahlia this evening. He hated that it was so soon. Not that he wasn’t excited to see Julie, he was, but it was the reason that put a knot in his stomach.

Alex allowed himself one more panic attack before getting ready. As a treat.

The warm sun streaming into his room felt out of place with the dread settling in his stomach, and his breath choked, his heart racing, salty tears streaming down his face. He clenched his hands into fists and back out, trying to calm himself despite the emotional release. His nails dug into his palm, not hard enough to cut, but enough to leave little indents that he then ran his fingertips across. 

Trying to pull himself together, he stood - albeit shakily - and walked across the soft, carpeted floor to his full-length mirror, pleasantly surprised as he noted that he wasn’t as big of a mess as he’d expected, given his previous panic. 

A knock on his door alerted him that his head butler was there to help him get ready for the jet ride.

“Your highness, are you alright?”

Alex didn’t answer, grateful for Luke’s steady voice outside his door.

“He’s a little panicky at the moment. Maybe give him a few minutes to settle?” he suggested, and Alex hoped Luke was receiving the strong thank you vibes he was trying to transmit telepathically. 

Any time Alex had a panic attack, he was semi-verbal. He could speak if he really, really tried, but it generally took a great deal of effort. He and Luke had a system, though; if Alex needed support during a panic attack, he would fake-sneeze three times, and Luke would come in from his station outside Alex’s door. 

Alex allowed himself another minute to calm his breathing and wipe the tears from his face, practicing the grounding exercise Julie had taught him. 

Inhale- 1, 2, 3, 4

Hold- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Exhale- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

It helped a lot, and soon he was able to straighten his hair and begin changing into the suit his tailors had made just for this occasion. 

Another knock echoed from his door, and Alex took one final deep breath to compose himself. 

“Come in,” he said, proud of how steady his voice was. 

The butler entered; a kind man named Erik, who Alex had gotten to know over the past month or so. His olive skin shone in the afternoon light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. 

Alex dressed himself, for the most part; having butlers help him dress was never something he particularly enjoyed. He allowed Erik to smooth his white dress shirt, though; no matter how many times Alex had practiced tucking in his shirts, they always ended up wrinkled. 

He slid the navy suit vest over the shirt once it was nice and smooth, fastening the thick buttons over his stomach. Minimalistic gold embroidery on the vest sparkled in the light, and Alex couldn’t help but smile at the bit of flair. He’d been half-hoping that his matching navy pants would have a bit of sparkle as well, but to no avail. Probably for the best, he decided. Just a little touch was enough. 

He fixed the cuff of his sleeve, taking a breath as Erik reached up with a comb to fix his hair. It was simple but refined, how it always was. 

“Erik, you’ve outdone yourself with this one, bro!” Alex said excitedly. He might not be very pleased about being in an arranged marriage, but he could appreciate a good suit. “I love the details.”

“I’m glad you like it!” Erik beamed with the praise. “May I?” he asked, reaching for Alex’s shoulders. Alex nodded, and Erik smoothed the vest’s warm fabric, readjusting the hem until it was aligned perfectly. 

He might not have been the type of guy to always wear suits, unless necessary, but Alex had to admit it. He looked good. The slim fit outlined his muscles, and the deep blue of the vest and pants brought out the bluish tints in his blue-green-grey eyes. (nobody could seem to decide what color they actually were). The small touches of golden embroidery shone and somehow managed to accentuate the sun-born highlights in his hair. 

“You look wonderful, your highness.”

“Thanks, Erik. And you can call me Alex, we’re chill.” Alex had been insisting to Erik that he could be casual around him for months, but Erik still generally referred to him as “your highness.”

“Alex,” he corrected with a broad smile. “Well, Alex, you have a photoshoot for the press in ten minutes, so if there’s anything else I can do to get you ready, don’t hesitate to ask. Though I must say, you look awesome.” Alex let out a small laugh. 

“Thanks, dude. Oh, wait, before you go, could you tell me something?”

“Of course,” Erik replied. Alex put on his Serious Face.

“Do these pants make my butt look big?” Erik bust out laughing, and Alex couldn’t help but do the same. 

...

Three hours later, Alex was finally done with an exhaustive photoshoot. He hated having his picture taken; add that to the list of anxieties. He had to make sure he looked perfect, or everything could go wrong; that was what his parents had drilled into him from the moment he had his first real photoshoot. 

Of course, he still had to endure an interview with the Tambor Times Magazine, which he was dreading. Speaking to an overeager journalist with no respect for privacy was never something he looked forward to. 

“What are your thoughts on the marriage that has been arranged between you and Her Royal Highness, Princess Julie of Dahlia?” Alex cleared his throat.

“It’s definitely a unique situation,” he started. “I mean, not every nineteen-year-old is part of an arranged marriage.” He did his best to keep his voice light, and it must’ve worked, because the journalist gave a laugh and moved on. 

“If I may, what is your current relationship with her?”

“The princess and I share a close bond,” was the only answer he gave. “If you’ll excuse me, I must be going,” he added. “I have a flight to catch.” He grinned - He didn’t have to catch any flight. He would be on the royal family private jet. But the journalist smiled and shook his hand, instructing him to have a wonderful evening, and he did the same. 

The bit about catching a flight wasn’t entirely false, though; soon, he had wished his parents a good evening and boarded the jet with his suitcases, hoping to leave his anxiety in Tambor.

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Julie POV

...

So.

Here’s the thing. 

Julie liked Alex, she really did. He was one of her closest friends (princesses don’t get out much). But he was gay, And Julie was decidedly Not A Guy. Plus, they both knew their connection was strongest platonically, anyway. 

Of course, none of that matters in diplomacy. 

Julie had tried many, many times to get out of the arranged marriage. But she’d just turned eighteen, and Alex nineteen, and apparently their kingdoms had no such qualms about marrying off teenagers. 

At least her dad, King Ray, had tried to get her out of it. But even as king, there was only so much he could do; everybody except for him thought it was a grand idea, because Of Course They Did. And once the public had heard the news, when she was sixteen, Julie couldn’t look out her window without seeing photographers outside the palace gates for a week. 

She supposed there was nothing she could do about it now, though, no matter how much she wanted to, for her sake and Alex’s. 

At least he was someone she got along with well. She knew they would never be in love, for multiple reasons, but she wouldn’t be unhappy. Alex might, though. They’d stayed up late on many a night, him rambling about cute guys he’d seen amongst the palace staff or on his occasional trip to the city, her chatting about songs she’d been writing and the one guy she’d had a crush on, Nick. 

Nick was the son of a nobleman her dad was very close with, and they were good friends, but she’d never acted on her little crush. Her feelings for Nick hadn’t really gone anywhere, it was just a lingering crush she’d had for a few years, but one that had faded with time.

Julie sighed, smoothing out her dress. It was simple but elegant, with a little bit of Julie flair. The silky violet fabric was cut in a slim fit to her waist, before gently flaring outwards towards her ankles. Off-the-shoulder straps revealed the dark skin of her shoulders, and the pearly embroidery of dahlia flowers around her waist shone in the light, tapering off as she twirled, though as she practiced her camera smile, it didn’t reach her eyes. 

Alex was her friend, but neither of them wanted to get married. But she’d tried her hardest to get them out of it, to no avail. 

So, as she sat down at her vanity, Julie closed her eyes and reminded herself the words her mother used to tell her every time she was scared. 

It’ll all be okay, Jules. You’re strong, and you’re a diamond in the rough.

The words settled her stomach a little bit. 

Her lady-in-waiting, Mira, knocked on her door. 

“Come in,” Julie said. Mira bustled in, her flaming red hair pulled into a messy bun, her brown eyes sparkling. 

“Oh, Jules, you look lovely.” Julie smiled.

“Thanks, Mira. How’s my hair?” Julie reached up to smooth her curls, which had been combed back and woven into a thick, braided knot at the base of her neck.  

“Almost perfect, but it needs a little something,” Mira decided with a smirk. Julie had no idea what Mira had in mind, but she knew she would love it. 

Before either of them could say another word, Flynn walked into Julie’s room, followed by her girlfriend, Carrie. 

“Hey, underachiever,” Flynn greeted with a smile.

“Hey, disappointment!”

“Dude,” Flynn said, a serious look on her face. “That dress is the shit!” Carrie nodded enthusiastically. 

“A definite look.”

“Thanks guys,” Julie said with a grin. “I love it, too! Mira’s got some sort of magic in her hands, because this is one of my favorites for sure.” Mira blushed. 

“Well, I’m not quite done,” she admitted. “Jules, your color scheme is pink, purple, and blue, usually, right?”

“Yeah, usually! I can always get behind some other colors, though.”

“Of course. But I think for this dress, the pink-purple-blue scheme would fit the best.”

“Definitely,” Carrie jumped in. “The purple mediates the pink and blue, so those are like side accents.” 

“I like this one,” Mira decided, pointing at Carrie. Carrie flipped her hair and smiled. “But yes. So, I was thinking for your hair, we could weave in some thin ribbons in those colors? It would be super simple, wouldn’t even have to take it out and restyle it.”

“Work your magic,” Julie instructed. Mira grinned excitedly and set to work, sitting Julie down at the vanity.

“Okay, Jules,” Flynn sighed. “I know you don’t want me to ask this, but are you doing okay?” Carrie took Flynn’s arm and nodded. “I know this isn’t what you wanted. Either of you.”

“I’ll be fine,” Julie decided. She didn’t want to marry Alex, and she knew he felt the same way. “At least it’s not somebody I hate, though. Alex and I get along really well.”

“I know,” Carrie added. “But that doesn’t mean you have to be okay.” A single tear rolled down Julie’s cheek, and she was grateful she hadn’t done her makeup yet.

“Thanks. To be honest, I’m not really okay, but I’ll live. And besides, it’s not for another three months. And having another friend around for a few months will be nice. Before, you know, I have to marry him.” Flynn let out a sad laugh. 

“If I may add my input,” Mira began, “I’ve always hated the prospect of arranged marriages. At the very least, both people should have to agree with it.” Julie nodded, quickly stopping when she felt the ribbons Mira was weaving into her hair tug. “Sorry,” she added. “I’ll be done in just a moment.”

“I agree,” Carrie said. “It’s stupid. Dahlia and Tambor are already allies, so why are they even doing this?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. My dad says it’s to ‘strengthen agreeability between our separate civilians.’ But at least tried to get me out of it,” she added. “King Xavier and Queen Claire both thought it was a great idea.” Julie had always held some bitterness towards Alex’s parents, given their closed-mindedness and apathy towards minorities and less fortunate people. Alex had always felt the same, and avoided coming out to them for those reasons. 

“Well, I personally think it’s homophobic that my best friend is being forced to be part of an arranged marriage,” Flynn decided, “because I’m gay and it annoys me. Plus, you know, she doesn’t want to be part of it.” Julie couldn’t help but laugh at that, as did Mira. 

“All done with the ribbons,” she said, handing Julie a mirror to see the back of her head. 

“Oh, Mira, I love it!” The ribbons were braided through her thick hair, swooping around the knot, twisting through her own curls and holding the hairstyle together perfectly. Both pretty and practical. 

“I’m glad!” Mira looked very proud of herself, for a good reason. Julie’s lady-in-waiting was definitely a woman to be admired (and feared - she’d taken down a full-grown man in a self defense class, while wearing heels). Julie could walk in heels, even run in them, but she’d tried fighting in them, and failed miserably. She might’ve been competent fighting in regular shoes, but heels were a different story. Mira, though, could do it all. 

Mira’s phone dinged. 

“Oh, Jules, it’s time for the pre-meetup photoshoot!”

“Got it. Thanks, Mira, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Forget about your photoshoots, probably.”

…

The photoshoot involved lots of candid shots of her in the garden, doing her best to look serene, and not show the anxiety bubbling in her stomach. But somehow, she actually managed to get through it without losing it. 

“Wonderful, miss. Turn towards me, look to your left- yes, perfect.” The photographer’s voice faded as she obeyed his instructions, a human robot running correctly but with wandering thoughts. 

“You look so natural, miss!” he complimented. Julie offered a smile, returning to her thoughts. There had to be a way to get her and Alex out of this. But she couldn’t think of any that wasn’t treasonous, illegal, or flat-out stupid. Of course, as a teenage girl, she felt she deserved to be a little stupid sometimes, but apparently that was “unbecoming of a princess” and “a bad influence.” Personally, she just thought that was biphobic.

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Luke POV

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Luke hadn’t ever traveled much, let alone to a neighboring kingdom, so needless to say, he was pumped to get to visit Dahlia for three months at least. His hope was that, even though no one involved wanted the marriage to happen, they could find a bright side in him getting to stay with his best friend. 

Of course, that didn’t change the fact that he felt bad for his charge and best friend, Alex. He knew Alex was gay; in fact, they’d “dated” for a few weeks when they were fourteen. But even after deciding they were better as friends, they were close, maybe even closer afterwards. Luke told Alex everything; he didn’t know if he had a secret that Alex didn’t know. 

Everyone in the palace was used to seeing him and Alex wandering the grounds, goofing off, messing around in the music studio, what have you. Technically, Luke was a junior guardsman, and given his bond with the prince, had been assigned (along with an actual guard) to be his security detail. That had evolved into an even stronger friendship, though. Years passed, and soon they were inseparable. 

Luke had done his best to cheer up Alex; seeing his best friend that upset was heartbreaking. But there was nothing he could actually do to help, so he settled for laying next to Alex on the floor and staring at the high ceilings.

An hour passed, and soon the afternoon sun was streaming into Alex’s room. Luke saw Alex drag a hand down his face. 

“I guess you should start getting ready, then?” he asked.

“Probably.” Luke patted his shoulder. “Do you think it would be too drastic to fake my death?” Luke laughed, knowing Alex was joking, though it wouldn’t have actually surprised him. Alex and Julie were friends, but neither of them wanted to get married. Especially not the gay guy, very publicly, to a girl. 

Luke stood up, giving Alex a mock salute, and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

He stood there for a few minutes, straightening his back as a senior guardsman passed him. He ducked his head in a nod, relaxing a moment later. As much as he might’ve come off as a chill guy, he was worried for Alex; even more so when he heard Alex’s breathing quicken from the other side of the wall, his footsteps pacing back and forth. 

The panic attack shouldn’t have surprised him. Alex had clinical anxiety, and this was probably one of the most stress-inducing times of his life. Being forced into an arranged marriage - even if you’re friends with the other person - is no fun for anybody. And today he would be going to the Dahlia palace to stay for three months before the ceremony.

Luke fiddled with the hem of his jacket; it was charcoal black, and thick and protective, with eight buttons on the wide front, crossing his chest. He’d gotten used to it, but despite that, he still started sweating in the warm weather of Tambor. The red sash crossing over the jacket had golden embroidery on the edges, and he quite enjoyed running his fingers over the textured thread. 

Luke could still hear Alex panicking, but there were no sets of three fake sneezes in between the rapid breaths, so he stayed. Alex was able to recognize when he needed support, and when he needed to be left alone. 

Luke spotted Erik nearing him. He couldn’t stop him, but Erik was aware of Alex’s anxiety, so Luke wasn’t concerned. He smiled at Erik, giving him a look, warning him that Alex was having a panic attack. Erik nodded, knocking gently on the door. 

“Your highness, are you alright?” When Alex didn’t respond, Luke jumped in. 

“He’s a little panicky at the moment. Maybe give him a few minutes to settle?” Erik nodded, and Luke gave a relieved smile. 

“You look nervous as well,” Erik noted. 

“Well, I am, a little bit,” Luke admitted. “I’ve never been to Dahlia, but I’m going with Alex since I’m his head guard and Royal Best Dude™.” Erik grinned. “I’m excited, though! I bet it’ll be a lot of fun.”

“I’m so jealous,” Erik told him. “I’ve never been outside of Tambor.”

“I’m worried for Alex, though. He’s really nervous.”

“Yeah,” Erik agreed, a flicker of understanding rushing across his face that made Luke smile despite himself. If he was being honest, Luke had a tiny crush on Erik, but nothing substantial. “I mean, it’s gotta suck being closeted to everyone but a few people, and having to marry a girl.” Luke nodded. 

“I wish there was something we could do about it.”

…

Luke stood guard off-camera while Alex had his pre-meetup photoshoot and interview. It was what he always did, though this time it felt different, like he was a silent supporter during a tough time, now more than ever. 

If nothing else, he could reassure Alex that he looked fabulous in his suit - it wasn’t a lie, either. The navy blue fabric complimented his eyes perfectly, and the golden details were a stunning addition. Tie that with his sharp jaw and awkward, endearing personality? Anybody would simp for him. He had a feeling that many people did, too; Some of Alex’s best photos from these shoots would be printed in the Tambor Times Magazine, and he would also post some - as well as his own selfies - on his instagram. Luke had seen the comments, and always smirked at Alex given the amount of heart-eyed emojis and key smashes there were. 

Luke stood behind the cameraman for the candid shots where they needed Alex to be smiling or laughing. No matter how much he practiced, Alex could never get a good candid smile, so Luke took it upon himself to stand behind the photographer making faces, or occasionally imitating their every move with mock seriousness. 

When Alex’s musical laugh rang through the air, Luke patted himself on the back. 

Worked every time. 

He worked his magic for a few more shots afterwards, doing his best to make Alex laugh. It wasn’t just for the photos, though, it was to help him settle down. Luke knew this was a horrible situation, but there was nothing he could do to stop it, so he’d have to try to make it more bearable. 

After Alex’s interview, Luke could tell that the reality of the situation was hitting him even more, as a flicker of fear shadowed his face, his hands clenched into fists. Luke walked towards him slowly, making sure Alex was okay with it, and when he didn’t retract, he put his hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze.

“It’ll be okay,” he promised. And as Alex seemed to relax, nodding and pulling Luke into a hug, that was when he knew.

Alex was his best friend, and didn’t deserve any of this pain or fear. He deserved for things to be okay.

Luke would keep that promise, no matter what.

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Reggie POV

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Reggie knew he was Princess Julie’s honorary older brother; it had been that way for years, after he ran away from his own pathetic excuse for a home. He was lucky King Ray was a kind man; he could’ve just as easily left him there where he’d found him, a nine-year-old in the street of the raining Dahlia capital city. But he’d taken Reggie in, and soon, Reggie was part of the royal family, even if not by blood. 

Now, given that he was Julie’s honorary older brother, he hated that she was being put into an arranged marriage. She was eighteen, for God’s sake! Reggie was nineteen, and knew for a fact he wouldn’t have been able to handle it nearly as gracefully as she did. Then again, while she was young, playful, and vibrant, Julie was also the epitome of grace and poise; she’d grown up in a palace, after all. 

Needless to say, though, Reggie was sure he wouldn’t be able to not be protective of Julie when Prince Alexander came. He’d met him before, but only briefly; in passing after dinner during visits, mostly. It did help Reggie’s nerves to remember that Alexander was a very sweet, reserved person from his own interactions with the man. But that was his little sister, and while she wasn’t completely devastated, Reggie knew she didn’t want it to happen. 

He dragged a hand down his face, flopping down on his bed. He wanted so badly to help Julie out of this, but he couldn’t. 

Hey, at least he could cheer her up with his jokes! She always said they were awful, but Reggie knew better. Only the finest of jokes could make Her Royal Highness, Princess Julie Molina of Dahlia, laugh until her sides hurt, even coming from her honorary older brother, Sir Reginald Molina. 

He smiled to himself. He might not be able to stop this whole predicament, but he could help her through it.

Reggie hopped up, fixing his suit. The silky red fabric of the vest hadn’t creased at all, nor had his grey suit pants, and yet he still felt the need. He did, however, roll the sleeves of his black dress shirt to expose his forearms, because come on. Even with Dahlia’s cool climate, he still got hot, especially when the sun was streaming through his windows, and he had a few photos outside before Prince Alexander’s arrival. Plus, it didn’t hurt that, according to his Instagram followers, the rolled sleeves made him look “personable” and “hotter than the sun.” 

Reggie ran a finger over the shimmering black embroidery of the vest, then winking at the mirror and pulling his best finger guns. It was his god-given right as a fancy bisexual. 

He ran his hand through his expertly-styled hair, letting some of his waves free from their stiff hold. It wasn’t the perfect style it had been when his butler styled it a couple hours ago, but it was more of his own style, which he liked a bit better. Spinning on his heel and slipping a hand in his pocket, Reggie walked out his door and down the light-filled corridor, down to the front steps, waving to Mira along the way. As he stepped outside, he heard people outside of the palace gates start shouting. He gave a wink and playful salute, even daring to blow a kiss in the general direction of a cute girl. He noticed Julie rolling her eyes, the photographer seizing the moment to take some shots of him on the palace steps. 

He jogged over to Julie, wrapping his arm around her. 

“How are you doing, your highness?”

“I’m doing okay,” she said, though both of them knew it was a lie. “How about you, Reg?”

“I’m okay as well. Just popping in to see my fangirls-” he winked at the crowd behind the gate, and a chorus of teenage girls (and a few boys) all sighed dreamily- “and check on you. We both know you’re lying.” Julie groaned.

“This whole thing just sucks.”

“Tell me about it,” he agreed. “But I’ll be here for you every step of the way. You know that, right dude?”

“You’re such a sappy loser,” she told him, and he put her in a playful headlock, posing for the camera.

“I know.” Reggie might’ve been a “sappy loser” of a brother, but he knew that, in Julie’s book, he was a sappy loser (affectionate), and that she understood that he was there for her. 

Hopefully that would be enough. 

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Willie POV

...

Willie had never actually gotten to know Princess Julie, but he’d met her a couple times. He was a chef in the palace kitchens, and on occasion, Julie would come down to try to get to know people. He’d never truly had a long conversation with her, but in the interactions they’d had, she was kind, and had a musical air to her. 

He’d seen pictures of the prince she was set to marry, Prince Alexander of Tambor. If Willie was being honest, he was kind of cute.

Okay, really cute. 

He’d never actually met the guy, but he seemed nice. His photos on Instagram had good vibes, at least. Willie couldn’t help but hope he’d get to meet him when he came to visit. If it was just because his brain was screaming cute boy, that was nobody’s business but his. 

Willie sprinkled more flour on the dough he was kneading, folding it in some more. It was cathartic, this repetitive motion. It helped calm his ADHD sometimes. He kept going.

Sprinkle. Fold. Roll.

Sprinkle. Fold. Roll.

Kneading the dough until it wasn’t sticky, he listened to the head chef, Lilian, shout orders at the rest of them. She was a very intimidating woman, tall and muscular, with raven black hair in a sleek ponytail, and fair skin flecked with flour. But she was quite kind, Willie had come to learn over the years. She was just one of those people who scared you if you didn’t know them. 

He put the dough in a pan, setting it in the oven and flicking on the light so he could monitor its progress, as could anyone else walking by. Wiping the flour from his hands to his apron, he then put his dishes and utensils in the giant dishwasher, finally washing his hands and grabbing a new bowl. 

Tonight was the welcome feast for Prince Alexander. Willie and a few others were in charge of baking loaves of bread for the appetizers, as well as making the desserts; today, mini chocolate mousse cakes. 

Dessert was always Willie’s favorite course to prepare, and not just because he could steal bits of frosting from the spatulas after he was finished. It was also because of how making desserts seemed to put everyone in the kitchens in a good mood. Maybe it was the smell of rising sugar, or the bright colors of the tubs of sprinkles, but he adored it. 

He cracked the eggs into the mixture of butter and sugar, adding the milk and flour soon after. As he poured in the cocoa powder, a little bit poofed up, creating a chocolatey cloud. The noise of the mixture did nothing to silence his racing thoughts, though. 

Would he get to meet Prince Alexander?

Would he like him?

And most importantly, why did he want to so badly? 

Willie shook his head, doling the batter into mini cake pans and tapping them on the counter to get rid of any air bubbles, sticking them in an oven after it beeped to temperature. 

Another oven beeped.

“Hey, Alyssa?” he called to a plump woman a few meters away. “Could you check on the bread in that oven to your right?” She nodded and leaned down, giving him a thumbs up.

“Probably needs another minute or so, but it looks great.”

“Sick, thanks!” Alyssa nodded and smiled, her dyed-purple hair shimmering in its bun. 

Willie grabbed the ingredients he would need for the mousse, arranged them on the counter, then jogged over to the other oven and pulled out the bread - without putting on oven mitts.

He hissed in pain but didn’t let go, quickly putting it on the stovetop and running to a sink to run his fingers under cold water.

Willie already had tons of scars and calluses on his hands, both from cooking and skateboarding on his off-days, so the burn didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it would’ve a few years ago. And by some miracle, it didn’t blister - though it did swell and turn red. Willie cursed under his breath, heading to the first-aid kit and smearing some ointment on it and covering it with a bandage. 

“Let me guess,” said Lilian from behind him. “You forgot oven mitts again?”

“Guilty,” he said with a grin. Lilian sighed, but didn’t manage to hide her smile. 

“Willie, you need to be more careful. I know your brain always has, like twenty thoughts going at all times, but you could hurt yourself.”

“Twenty-three,” he corrected. “And I know, but you only live once, and I didn’t want the bread to burn.”

“Five seconds to grab a mitt wouldn’t burn the bread.”

“Hey, there’s a first time for everything.” Lilian rolled her eyes and gently swatted him on the shoulder. It wasn’t a mean move, of course, it was her saying she was exasperated but that she cared about you. Willie laughed and went back to his mixing bowl, getting ready to prepare the mousse.

This would be perfect.

[before-we-get-started]

Safe Landing

One shot that is my entry to @what-is-your-plan-today’s #CATFA 10th Anniversary Challenge

Story:  You’re facing the most difficult time of your life and you’re doing it without the person that means the most to you.  Will your seatmates on an important flight help you make it through?

Pairing:  Steve Rogers & Ransom Drysdale x Reader (plus a surprise special appearance!)

Warnings:  Bad language, light smut, angst

10,000+ words

There’s not going to be a safe landing.

It was the unknown that was the hardest.  The what if.  What if you’d taken the time to slow down?  What if you’d given more than you took?  What if you’d appreciated it, not taken it for granted, not just assumed that it would always be there?

You were alone now.  You didn’t have anyone.  It was probably what you deserved.  You’d persevere, you always had, but knowing you wouldn’t have to if you’d been better caused your heart to clench.

The longest flight of your life was coming to an end, and you considered the travelers making this journey with you by chance.  You’d all shared a row on the plane that was taking you to meet your fate.  One - cynical, crass, growing up longing to be loved, incapable of committing, but under it all, possessing a fierce loyalty for those he deemed worthy.  The other – a gentle, loving soul, committed to service with honor and willing to give all, not just for those he loved, but for the greater good.  They were complete strangers who had seeped into your soul, spirits that would forever fill you, thoughts of them making you smile.

For better or worse, they’d helped you navigate the mine field that was your future. Now you’d endure the unbearable wait, the long walk, watching others unite with loved ones, hoping that maybe, despite all odds, there would be a reunion for you too.  You hoped the soul-soothing moments you’d shared with these two travelers over the last three hours would ease you into whatever awaited you at the airport gate.

Despite everything, you wished he’d be there.  

Three hours earlier

“Thank you for flying National Airlines.”  You forced a smile at the flight attendant as you boarded the plane.  It was going to be a full flight and you were stuck in a middle seat.  Appropriate, given the mood you were in.  You waited impatiently as everyone made their way down the aisle, hoisting bags that were too large to fit in the overhead, straps smacking you as they did.  You pitied your seat mates. You were in no mood for idle conversation. Your temper was wearing thin.

Finally reaching row 12, you were thrilled that no one else had arrived. You plopped into your seat, pulled out your compact and opened it, and grimaced as you took a quick look.  There were circles under your eyes, telling everyone you’d not slept well for days.  You’d definitely lost your sparkle.  You swiped some powder over your nose and ran gloss over your lips, something to make you look less stressed.  You opened your backpack and got a whiff of your grandmother’s scent. You ran your hand over her letter, lingering.  With a sigh, you took the cell phone, headphones and book out of your bag, tucked the letter into the book and stowed the bag under the seat in front of you. You found your seat belt and clicked it, giving it a tug.  Whoever was sitting by the window would have to step around you, you weren’t getting up again.  Music on, book open, you pushed all the sad and empty thoughts aside and got lost in another world.

Within a couple of minutes, you heard shouting and pulled off your headphones. 

You looked up to see a tall man in a blue cashmere sweater and gray silk trousers with his finger in the face of an attendant.  

“Let me tell you something.  You don’t know who you’re fucking with.  Drysdales don’t fly fucking coach – ever.  I’ll sue you and I’ll own this stupid airline.”

“Mr. Drysdale, I’m sorry.  This was the seat that was chosen when the ticket was purchased,” said the flight attendant in a surprisingly calm manner.  “This is a full flight and there is no room for you to upgrade to first class.  And despite what you may think, I had absolutely nothing to do with how the ticket was booked, nor do I have any ability to change the fact that you are in seat 12D.  Now, can I help you stow your bag?  I’ll have a cocktail cart here for you soon.”

You thought he might continue the fight, but he didn’t. Instead he slammed his jacket down on the seat next to you and made a show of slinging his bag into the overhead, muttering a string of expletives the entire time.  Then he looked down at you.

“Just fucking awesome,” he said angrily, picking his jacket up and wedging into the seat.  He was tall and he worked to figure out how to fit his long legs in the legroom designated for the impoverished that were banished to coach.  He sighed in disgust, his knees against the seat tray.  

You studied him for just a second, not wanting to stare.  He had a strong profile, chiseled jawline, dark blonde hair perfectly styled.  His skin was gorgeous, with a slight hook in his nose.  You looked down and caught how his biceps were stretching the sweater a bit and his big hands with long slender fingers settled in his lap.  He smelled of expensive cologne – musky and woody, and he probably had a cigarette before he came into the airport.  He laid his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.  You took the hint and put your headphones back in, finding the folded page corner in your book.

Within a minute or so, you were aware of a buzz among the other passengers.  You paused the music and pulled out a headphone, looking around and listening.

“I’m certain that’s him,” whispered the woman behind you.  

“No way.  There’s no way Captain America is sitting in coach,” said her husband.

“Do you think he’d take a selfie with me?” said their daughter.

You couldn’t see anything down the aisle and certainly didn’t want to stretch into your neighbor’s seat space given his attitude about having to fly with the peasants.  No need to stress about it though, because the overhead light was suddenly blocked out by an incredibly wide set of shoulders.  The tall blonde man looming over top of you in the aisle took your breath away.  Ice blue eyes, those shoulders as broad as a building, a t-shirt that was screaming to break free from the massive pecs, abs and biceps it struggled to cover, and jeans that hugged his tree trunk thighs.  You weren’t sure how this guy made it through the door of the plane, let alone how he was going to fit into a seat.  

“I’m sorry,” he said to Mr. Attitude next to you.  “I’m the window.”

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” said Mr. Drysdale.

The blonde adonis just smiled and apologized again.  “Sorry, I should’ve already been seated, I got held up in security.”

The crab apple next to you rose and stepped out into the aisle. They were both the same height, and you took a long look, your breath catching in your throat.  There was a lot of handsome man standing in the aisle, and they were getting ready to make a hottie sandwich out of you.  You quickly unsnapped your seatbelt and stood so the blonde god could get past.

“Hi,” he said, a smile that revealed his pearly whites taking your breath away again.  “I’m so sorry, promise you won’t have to get up again.”

“No worries,” you barely squeaked out as that incredible ass in those tight jeans brushed past and slipped into the window seat.  You sat down, your arms at your sides, absolutely no room on the armrests for you with all of this man surrounding you.  Holy shit.

You looked to your left and the blonde extended a hand. “Steve Rogers,” he said, that million watt smile on again.  

“I’m Y/N,” you said, feeling the warmth and strength of his hand. How in the hell had you ended up on a flight next to Captain America?  You didn’t think anything could change your mood, but maybe you were wrong.

He extended his hand across you to the aisle seat occupant.  “Steve Rogers,” he said in his sexy baritone. Mr. Drysdale raised an eyebrow in annoyance and hesitated, then quickly shook his hand.  “Ransom Drysdale.  And I shouldn’t be sitting in this seat,” he said sourly.

Steve raised an eyebrow at you and grinned, unsure what to think about your seatmate.  You shrugged and smiled.

“We’ve been cleared for takeoff. Be sure your seatbelts are fastened, all items are stowed and tray tables are up.  We’ll be taxiing out to the runway in a few minutes.” The flight attendant walked up the aisle, making sure all the overhead compartments were secure.

You were glad you had pulled what you needed from your bag when you sat, because it would take a can opener to pry you out of your seat at this point.  You opened the book again and tried to concentrate on the words.  Captain Rogers was settling into his seat, turning off his cell phone and trying to pull the seatbelt around his waist.  With some effort, you finally heard it click.

“These seats are incredibly tight.  I’ve never flown coach before.  It’s crazy how little room there is.”

“Tell me about it,” said Ransom, rolling his eyes.  “When I get home, I’m firing my assistant over this reservation and making sure no one else will ever hire her,” he snarled.

You tried looking back and forth during the conversation, enjoying the view, but even that movement was difficult.

“So I thought Avengers traveled by quinjet,” you said to the captain.

He smiled at you.  “We normally do, but I had to get out of town quickly and there wasn’t one available. My wife is having early labor pains and I need to get to her as soon as I can.”  There was worry in his blue eyes.

“Oh, I love your wife,” you said.  “She’s amazing.  She has raised so much money with her foundation, done so much for so many. She’s an inspiration, and a badass,” you added.

He chuckled.  “Well, her badass days are behind her.  Being a mom kind of makes that difficult.”

You smiled at him and shook your head.  You were conversing with Captain America about his family.  Had this day taken a turn or what?

“I can’t believe they couldn’t find you a private plane or something,” said Ransom.  “I would’ve bitched to the airline if I were you.”

“It’s hard to find air transportation right now with all the events happening here and the weather cancelling flights.  I’m just grateful that I got what I got.  The doctors gave her something to slow her labor so I should get there in plenty of time,” said Steve.

“It’s your second, right?” you said.

“Yes, we have a son.”

“Do you know what you’re having?” you asked.

He smiled broadly, all the way to his eyes.  “It’s a girl,” he said, and you thought about what a lucky little girl she was to have a daddy so thrilled to be having her.  It wasn’t that way for everyone.

The plane jerked a bit as it began backing away from the gate.  You laid your head back against the seat, fighting the anxiety that was suddenly overtaking you.  You’d only flown a once before and you’d found taking off and landing nearly more than you could take.  On that flight, he was with you, his hand over yours, whispering in your ear that it would be ok and “I’ve got you, baby girl.”  You closed your eyes and smiled at the memory, imaging him next to you.  Then just as suddenly, the memory of him pressing you against the wall, kissing you with abandon flooded your brain and your eyes flew wide open, your body jerking a bit.

“You ok?” Steve asked.

You could feel the heat rise in your neck.  “Yes,” you said shyly.  “Just not a fan of takeoffs.”

“Flying is the safest form of transportation,” said Ransom matter-of-factly.  “You’ll be fine.”

You looked over at him, that chiseled profile staring straight ahead, a scowl on his face.  He’d better watch out or he’d freeze that way.  You grinned at the memory of your grandmother telling you that every time you rolled your eyes.

Steve reached over the armrest and took your hand, covering it with his.  “Flying isn’t my favorite thing either,” he said with a smile and you wrapped your fingers around his thumb.

The flight attendant announced that the cabin was secure and takeoff could commence and the plane slowed, stopping to let another plane pass. The engine whirred and the plane jerked forward, gaining speed, the noise louder and louder.  You squeezed Steve’s thumb a little harder and he returned the squeeze, holding your hand tightly in his big warm one.  The plane began to lift, knocking you back slightly and you went with gravity, straightening your back and laying against the seat, eyes closed, working on breathing normally.  It was unnerving feeling your body lifting from the seat a little.  The loss of control made your heart race, but gently, as the plane rose and then leveled off, your body was once again calm.

You looked over at Steve and he gave you a reassuring smile. “Thanks,” you said softly.  You let go of his thumb.

“No problem,” he said softly, pulling his hand away.  

“My boyfriend normally does that for me,” you said.  And, you were sad again.

“Is that where you’re traveling, to see him?” Steve asked.

You chewed on your bottom lip, looking down at your lap.  “No, my grandmother passed away and I’m going to sort out her home and belongings,” you sighed.  “He won’t be there.  He’s done with me.”  

“What does that mean?” asked Ransom.

You sighed.  “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Well, we’ve got three hours to kill,” Steve said with a smile.

“Jesus Christ,” muttered Ransom, pulling out the airline magazine in an attempt to disappear.

Steve nudged your elbow and smiled.  “Tell me about him.”

You smiled.  “I’ve known him since second grade,” you smiled.  “We started dating in seventh grade.  He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with.”

Ransom let out a disgusted laugh next to you.  You looked over at him.  “Not a romantic, Ransom?”

“Uh, no,” he sputtered.  “Hell no.  Seriously, how old are you?”

You told him your age.

“Jesus, and you’ve only ever been with one guy?  That’s ridiculous.”

You felt Steve’s hand pat your arm.  You looked at him and he rolled his eyes, looking at Ransom.  “I think it’s great you’re with your school sweetheart,” he said.  “You must have some pretty strong feelings for him if you’ve been that loyal to him.”

“I do,” you sighed sadly.  “I thought he was my forever.”

“How can you possibly know that?” said Ransom.  “He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with.”

“I just know,” you said.  “We have a history.’

“Tell me more,” said Steve.

“Well…”

“Where is she?”

“She’s up front, sitting on the pew.”

“What’s going to happen?”

“I heard she’ll go with her grandmother.”

The chatter continued at the back of the church just after the funeral had ended. Sitting all alone in the front was an 8-year-old girl in tights, a black velvet dress, black patent shoes and a bow in her hair.  A large spray of pink tulips flowed over the edge of the oak casket in front of her.  

While the adults gossiped, an 8-year-old boy in a suit and tie emerged from the back and walked up the aisle.  He stood at the edge of the first pew, then sat at the end and slid down until he was next to the girl.  He took her hand in his and when she looked at him, he gave a gap-toothed smile. “It’s ok Y/N.  I’ll take care of you.”  The little girl smiled back.

 “My grandmother passed away last month,” you told Steve.

His blue eyes showed concern.  “I’m so sorry.”  He patted your arm.

Ransom let out a sarcastic chuckle.  For someone who didn’t want to talk, he was finding his way into your conversation.  You turned your face to him, unsure what type of asshole laughs at someone’s death.

He looked at you and immediately his face was serious.  “I’m sorry too,” he said.  “I was laughing because my grandmother was the only person on the planet that ever gave a shit about me.  She was the most amazing person I ever knew.”

You couldn’t help but feel for him, despite his incredibly rough edges.

“Well, my grandmother was really amazing too,” you said.  “She got stuck with me when I was little and she did a great job raising me.”

You’d moved in with her at an incredibly difficult time.  Your grandfather had passed less than a year before, and then your mother, her only child.  Taking you in was never in doubt, she would do so gladly, but it was a challenge that she struggled with many times.

Enter him.  He was only a child, but he had, as they say, “an old soul.”  He became your constant companion and a fixture in your grandmother’s home.  You could feel her tension ease when he arrived.  For a little while, she didn’t have to worry if she was making the right decisions for you, bridging the generation gap.  When the two of you were together, you were in sync and well behaved.

You told them how, from the time you moved in with your grandmother, he became your protector.  He walked you to and from school every day, carrying your lunchbox so you could pick flowers along the way.  At recess, he ran to the teeter totter to save it until you got there, and when you climbed on a swing, he pushed you so high you felt like you were flying.

You played baseball with boys until sixth grade and he was always on your team.  When you made the cheerleading squad, he helped you learn all the cheers and during the game, you’d see him on the sidelines with the team, miming your cheers from memory.  

His family was difficult.  His father drove a truck all over the country and was gone for long periods of time.  His mother liked to drink, a little too much, and wasn’t always kind to her children. Despite her treatment, her neglect of her children, he had grown up well-mannered and respectful.  You liked to think your grandmother had a lot to do with that.

“I lost my Ma when I was in my teens,” said Steve.  You knew his story, and that he would have lost her decades ago, but losing your mother was still hard.

Ransom scoffed.  “I should be so lucky,” he said under his breath.

You looked at him.  “Did you just wish your mother dead?” you said sternly.

He looked at you.  “Trust me, the world would be a much better place,” he muttered.

You glared at him for a minute, then turned your attention back to Steve.

“My mom was wonderful,” you said, the memory of her flooding your mind. “She was that mom – the one that did all the fun stuff.  She was creative and an incredible cook and her house was open to everyone.  She was just, she was the best,” you said, tears creeping into your voice.  You felt Steve’s arm push into yours just a bit, the contact easing your sadness.

“My mother is a spoiled rotten bully.  All she cares about is spending money and making people think she’s better than everyone,” Ransom spat out.  “I honestly don’t know why she even had me – actually, I do.  She wouldn’t be nearly as happy if she didn’t have the opportunity to tell me what a disappointment I am every occasion she gets.”

“She sounds like a character out of a movie,” you said.

He looked at you.  “Absolutely fucking no one would watch that movie,” he said deadpan.

Steve cleared his throat.  “So, when did you and your boyfriend get serious?”

“I think we just always knew we’d be together,” you said.  “We were inseparable and we loved each other from that moment in the church.  No one ever invited just one of us to something, it was always both of us.”

“That’s special,” said Steve.  “Some people never find their soulmate.  I was so lucky to find mine when I did.  She helped me discover the world when I came out of the ice.  She’s truly the better half of me.”

You couldn’t help but poke the bear a little.  “Ransom, you’ve never been in love?  Ever?”

He looked at you and rolled his eyes.  “Nope,” he said, popping the P.  “Love is for fools.  Life is too short to be with one person.  There’s a buffet of beauty out there and I’m happy to be the first in line.”

You looked at Steve, who was suppressing a little smile.  “You just haven’t found the right person,” he said, also poking the bear a bit.

“There is no ‘right person’ for me, of that I am sure,” he spat. “I’m fine taking care of me. Don’t need to worry about anyone else expecting something from me I can’t give them.”  He was back to looking at his magazine, acting disinterested. “Besides, anyone that claims to ‘love’ me is lying – they’re really only in love with my money.”

“Aw, Ransom,” you said with a grin, “are you saying you’re not lovable?”

“Wouldn’t you like to find out,” he said in a deep, flirty voice, and for the first time, he smiled.

You could hear Steve chuckling softly next to you.

“Y/N, he’s here!”  You could hear your grandmother’s voice from the bottom of the stairs.  You looked in the full length floor mirror one more time. She’d spent hours making your prom dress, just like you’d asked.  It was a beautiful coral color, strapless with a beaded bodice and lace around the top and bottom.  It flared as it reached the floor, and you poked your pink-painted toes in strappy gold heels out from under it.  Around your neck were the pearls your mother had gotten from your great-grandparents for her high school graduation.  Your hair was half up with braids on either side joined in the back with a ribbon clip, the rest down in waves on your shoulders.  

Waiting for you was the guy you wanted to spend your life with.  Every moment with him was special.  Your love for him had blossomed and thinking of a future with him filled your heart.  Tonight, you were sure the two of you would come together in a way you never had. You were ready, past ready, and you knew he was too.  What you felt for him was so deep, you wanted to give him all of you, and you knew he’d take you, just as you are, and cherish you.

As you descended the stairs, he looked up at you and you thought, this must be how the bride feels when her groom sees her for the first time.  He consumed you with his eyes, taking you in from head to toe. With three steps to go, he stepped forward and reached for your hand.  He was so warm and he pulled you to him, a hug and sweet kiss to your glossed lips.  His smile was contagious.  

“You’re my dream,” he said, placing a corsage around your wrist, a pink tulip (your very favorite) in the center.  “Let’s go so I can show you off.”

When you walked into the gymnasium, you saw the looks you got.  Girls were wearing expensive dresses from the best designers, hair and makeup done professionally.  You knew your dress wasn’t as nice and that you stood out in comparison.  But he made you feel as if you were more.  He danced with you all night, making sure to stand in the center of the dance floor so everyone could see you.  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re exquisite.”  As you both worked the room, talking to friends, he would start the conversation with “how did I get so lucky?” or “look at my beautiful girl.”  You were so happy to be on his arm, by his side.

The evening flew by, the last song played by the DJ, and kids started filing out of the gym. You were sad to leave but your entire body was tingling with anticipation.  He opened the door to his dad’s car for you and as you drove away, you wondered if he was as excited as you.  You weren’t nervous, just anxious.

He drove you down the long road to the lake you’d been visiting since you were kids. He parked the car in a grove of trees, shielded by overgrown bushes.  When he looked at you, it felt like he looked deep inside you.  

He pressed a kiss to your lips, his fingers under your chin, lifting your mouth to his. You let out a little noise, deepening the kiss.  He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed, savoring your touch.

“Are you ready for this?” he whispered.  It sent chills all over you.

“Yes,” you breathed, kissing him again.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said reassuringly, but you were already pulling off the tie to his tux, unbuttoning the buttons at his throat and down his chest, your fingers brushing his pecs as you went.  He gently pulled the dress down your arms, exposing your bare breasts.  You’d seen him so many times but tonight, you wanted to devour his toned, muscled body, his tanned skin, the prize for hard work at his uncle’s farm.  You wanted to worship him the way he’d always worshiped you. You kissed his soft lips, pressing your breasts to his chest.  

He took a shuddering breath, moving down to kiss and nip along your collarbone to your neck as you pulled the shirt from his body.  You laid your head back, exposing your throat, allowing him to kiss along the shaft to your chest, down your sternum.  You looked in his eyes as he gently touched your breast with his hand, then dipped his head down to gently take a pebbled nipple into his mouth. He was so warm and gentle, you thought you might explode right then.  You lifted yourself to pull the dress off, leaving you in your lace panties and your gold high heels.  He leaned back to take a look at you, then dove in again to your breasts, giving each of them attention.  

Slowly his hands made their way down your belly to the edge of your panties.  He gently laid you back on the seat and you lifted your legs, reaching to undo his belt and pants.  He toed off his shoes and socks, then managed to pull his pants and boxers off under the steering wheel.  He pulled the condom from his wallet and stretched it over his hard, weeping cock.  With a look that made you shiver, he crawled over you, his arms caging you on either side of your head.  It was a tight squeeze but it worked.  As he began kissing you, you lifted your hips, touching him.  He was ready for you and you for him.  He lined himself up with you and very slowly entered you. You winced and his hands went to your hair, kissing your forehead, your nose.  

“You ok?” he asked softly.

“Mm hmm,” you hummed, pulling at his hips, feeling him go deeper inside you.  His lips found yours as he found a gentle rhythm. He took you in, his eyes roaming your face, that smile that melted your heart.  You laid your head back and he assaulted your neck with kisses as his rhythm picked up.  

No matter what you had imagined, nothing would feel like this.  He fit you perfectly.  Your heart swelled and you let out a little sob of happiness as his rhythm grew faster.

“I love you Y/N,” he said in your ear.  “Always.”

“I love you too,” you managed, followed by a moan from deep in your throat that made him growl in approval.  

He quickened his pace and you lifted to him even more, feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening.

“I’m – oh, I’m so…”

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you.”

His voice was so soft and husky in your ear, you let go, a sound you couldn’t describe escaping as you reached your climax.  You ran your fingernails down his muscular back, then settled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“God Y/N, fuck, you feel so good, you’re so good for me.”  His movements began to stutter as he found his release and you held him tightly to you as he finished, his head falling to your shoulder.  You both lay there in the dark, panting, your bodies on fire.  

“You’re amazing,” you said in a soft voice, your fingers running down his back.

He lifted slowly, propping his head in his hand.  He trailed his fingers down your chest to your breasts.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he grinned.

“It was so good!” you said.  You nuzzled his neck, kissing him softly there.  “I want more,” you breathed into his ear.

He laughed and kissed you. You both cleaned up a bit and you started all over again, this time straddling him on the seat.  He let you lead this time and you explored his hard, fit body, covering his face and chest in kisses.  When you lowered yourself onto him, your palms were flat against his chest as you mewled your release, and you held him through his.  It was incredible.  When he walked you to your door early that morning, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him as if it would be the last time you’d have the chance.  You could tell you took his breath away as he came up for air.

“I love you,” you said, looking into his eyes and never meaning anything more in your life.

He smiled and pulled you to him.  “I love you too,” he whispered in your ear.

As he drove away, your mind was filled with your future, the two of you living a life full of nights like tonight.  As you drifted off to sleep, you could still feel his skin on yours.

 You shared, but not quite all of it, with your seatmates.  

“So if he’s so amazing, why won’t he be there when you arrive?” Ransom asked.

You knew hurt crossed your face, it was impossible to hide.  “Our lives, they just went different directions. I never thought they would, but they did.  And then –“ You let out a shaky sigh.  “Then he didn’t need me anymore.”  Your voice trailed off.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” said Steve, sounding like a father.  “It’s ok.”

“Maybe you should,” said Ransom, “get it all out so that if you’re disappointed when we land, it’s not so bad.”

You rested back against your seat and played it in your mind again. You told them a little about after high school and where you both ended up.

“It was my fault.  I gave up on us.  I pushed him away.  He wasn’t my priority.  For all I know, it didn’t even hurt him.  I’m sure it was much easier with me out of the way.”

“That’s a lot of conjecture,” said Ransom.  “Sounds like you had your reasons.”

“I guess he couldn’t really help being away from you,” said Steve sympathetically.  “I can tell you from experience there’s nothing worse than being separated from the one you love most.”

Ransom rolled his eyes.  “We all make choices,” he said sarcastically.

Steve sighed.  “I don’t regret any I’ve made,” he said sternly.

“Then be prepared to deal with the consequences.”  He looked at you.  “If your boyfriend really loved you, he wouldn’t have taken a job shrouded in so much mystery.  He would’ve been available to you.  Maybe him taking the job was just the coward’s way of saying he wanted to explore other options.”

“Or maybe he felt it was what he needed to do to take the best care of her,” said Steve.  You heard what you bet was probably his captain’s voice.

Ransom looked him dead in the eye.  “Look Captain Self Righteous, if love is that important to you, there’s nothing that says you’ve had to take the chances you’ve taken.  You didn’t have to become a super soldier either. Choices.  If Y/N’s boyfriend had made her a priority, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Steve gave an exasperated sigh and shook his head.

“I honestly don’t blame him for moving on, I just wish he’d tried harder to tell me we were through.  That’s all.” Tired of talking, you opened your book, put on your headphones and tried to get lost in the story.

 “Y/N, can you hear me?”

“Yes, barely,” you answered.  The connection was bad.  Who knew where he was calling from, or what kind of signal he had.  

“Don’t hang up,” he said hopefully.

“I won’t.”

It was the next natural step for you to go to college, but he needed something else. He was adventurous, energetic, crazy almost, and he needed something else.  So he’d joined the Army as you went away to school.  You were scared to be separated but he’d assured you the bond you had couldn’t be broken.  He got to explore the world, facing difficult situations and enjoying the adrenaline rush. You couldn’t help but worry but he told you not to, he was in his element.  And despite the distance, you’d made up for the time with letters, texts, phone calls, photos and even intimacy via cell phone.  Your senior year of college began the same time as the last year of his enlistment.  About halfway through the year, you sensed something had changed.  He was disillusioned with his superiors and had fallen in with a group of soldiers that were fed up.  

Each time he’d visit somewhere new, he’d send you a memento.  “Wish you were here with me.  This would be so much better with you.  Someday, I’m taking you all over the world.  I can’t wait until we’re together.”  You dreamed of it too, if you could just find the path to come back together.

Soon, many of those calls, texts and letters seemed to be from someone you didn’t know. And as he was moving forward and finding his path, you were finding yours.  You’d taken a job in Chicago, hundreds of miles from him and your grandmother.  It was your dream job, and you’d always imagined life in the city.  Some of your friends were headed that way and you talked of sharing an apartment and all the fun you’d have.  For the first time, you questioned whether he’d be a part of it.

Once graduation was over, you’d said goodbye to your grandmother and the small town where you’d grown up and headed off for your next adventure.  And he had begun his.  He left the service and took a job with the chance to make a lot of money so that the two of you could pick where you wanted to be and settle down, build your dream house and fill it with kids, just like you’d always hoped.  He just needed you to be patient with him.  

The job was tough.  He traveled for weeks without communicating and you found yourself living as if he wasn’t there anymore.  When you did speak, for the first time in your lives, it would end in a fight.  

“I’m doing my best here,” he’d say.  You could hear the stress in his voice.  “This isn’t forever.  I’m going to get to a place where we can be together and our lives will be just like we imagined.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, the words stinging as you said them.  “How can you be sure we should even still be together? We’re both so different.”

“We’re not, Y/N.  You’re still what I want.  We just have to hold on for a little while longer.”

 “Sounds like his job was pretty intense,” said Steve, his face looking serious.

“It was.  And very secret. He couldn’t tell me much.  I’m sure you know about that.”

“I do,” he said.  “It’s not easy to not be able to share everything with the one person you trust the most.  But sometimes it’s for your own protection.”

“I know,” you said.  “And I’m proud of him.  He didn’t always have it so easy,” she said, glancing at Ransom, “but he worked hard, and he was doing it for me.”

Ransom raised an eyebrow at you.  “I see.  I was handed everything and you think I’ve never done an honest day’s work in my life.”

You looked at his velvety smooth, sexy hands.  “Have you?”

He blinked.  “Probably not the way you think, but I’m not totally useless.  And you don’t have to risk your life every time you go to work to be successful,” he said, shooting Steve a look.

Steve grinned.  “Trust me, it’s not exactly what I would’ve chosen for myself.  It’s a situation that found me and I’ve worked hard to accept it.”

“Yes, must be brutal to be built like that.  Do you carry a club to beat the women away?  Or do you just ask them nicely to stop climbing you,” Ransom said with a sardonic smile.

You cleared your throat.  “Anyway, I could just feel things changing between us and I felt really lost, but also kind of empowered.  I’d moved away from home, stepped away from him and I was a success. And if I’m honest,” she said, eyeing Ransom, “I wondered what it might be like to date someone else.”

He let out a sarcastic laugh.

“And then everything changed…”

 A few weeks later, you’d received a text in the middle of the night.  “Meet me at the wheel at Navy Pier on the 25th at midnight.  There’s something I need to tell you.”

You’d scoffed at the invitation.  “If you’re coming to Chicago, come stay with me.  Why are we meeting at midnight?”

“It’s just the way we need to do it, for now.  Promise me you’ll be there.”

As the day approached, you found yourself immersed in work and trying to finish a project with an approaching deadline.  You didn’t understand why, after not seeing each other for so long, he wouldn’t just come to your place, let you make him dinner, spend the night with you.  Why must it be so clandestine?

You texted him – “You need to come to me.  I have a lot of work and I’m on a deadline.  If you love me, you’ll come stay with me so we can catch up properly.”

You didn’t hear back from him and on the evening he’d asked to meet you, you’d fallen asleep at your desk at home while working to finish your assignment.  

“Y/N, are you coming?”  “Where are you?”  “Please, I need to see you.”  He kept texting but the late hours you’d been keeping had you in a deep sleep.  

When your alarm went off for work, you shuffled into the shower, the hot water serving as a wake-up call.  Suddenly your eyes flew open – you’d slept through midnight!  You jumped from the shower, shampoo still in your hair, and grabbed for your phone.  It was dead. You plugged it in, finished bathing and scampered back to your nightstand for the phone.  

You read his texts and tears flooded your eyes.  He’d come all the way to Chicago and you missed him.  You called, then sent a flurry of texts but there was no response.  

He’d wanted to tell you something urgently and you’d totally blown him off.  How did you get here?  This was the love of your life.  You should’ve been there with open arms.  How long had it been since you’d held him, kissed him?  You suddenly felt as if you’d been punched in the gut.  You tried to catch your breath, frantically calling him again and again but no answer.

You began a series of texts explaining that you’d gotten caught up in work, and even though it wasn’t more important than he was, you’d fallen asleep and lost track of time.  Could you please meet him somewhere else?  You’d come to him, wherever he was.  You wouldn’t tell anyone where you were going, you just needed to see him. Despite pouring your heart out to him, there was no response.

Until one night, when you’d phoned him for the millionth time, and someone answered. “Hello?” said a sultry female voice.  Thinking you had the wrong number, you were about to speak when you heard his voice in the background.  She said his name and you heard his husky baritone, a laugh in his voice.  You quickly ended the call.

This was what he wanted to tell you – he’d found someone else.  No wonder he never called back, never returned your texts. It was over and you’d made it easy for him.

Despite the cramped quarters, both of your seatmates managed to doze off during the flight.  Steve had crammed his jacket between his head and the wall of the plane and was softly snoring.  Ransom, with no respect for body space, had allowed his head to dip over onto your shoulder.  You didn’t mind, you were glad he could rest.  You couldn’t help but feel for him.  It would be awful to have so much money, but be completely without anyone to love you, even your family.  He smelled good and you settled down into your seat, staying as still as you could.

The time was counting down until you arrived at your destination and you hadn’t read the letter.  You just didn’t think you could take it.  Hearing your grandmother’s final thoughts when she knew her life was ending (but no one else did) was almost too much.  Her last wishes were important, it was your responsibility to see them through.  With each of your seatmates comfortably resting, you slowly opened the envelope.  Your grandmother’s scent hit you immediately, and you felt tears burn at your eyes.

You unfolded the delicate stationery.  It was powder blue with a scalloped edge.  You’d bought if for her for Mother’s Day a few years back.  She loved writing letters and leaving you notes, and the delicate femininity of the paper fit her perfectly.

“My Sweet Y/N,

As you read this, please know that I’m so sorry that I’ve left you.  Raising you was my greatest accomplishment.  I made mistakes with your mother, so I worked hard to be patient with you, and really listen.  I cherish what we had and want you to know how proud I am of you, the wonderful young woman you’ve become.”

You wiped the tear that had begun to roll down your cheek and sniffed softly.  It was harder than you’d even imagined.

“I’m sorry I didn’t share my diagnosis with you until the end, but I wanted you to continue to move forward.  I knew that if I told you, you’d insist on being with me.  I didn’t want you sitting by my bed while I slept when you could be enjoying your life.  You gave me your very best, I owed it to you to let you go and find your future.”

You thought of all the times you’d meant to pick up the phone and call her, but something else had come up and you’d simply pushed her to the back of your mind.  The thought of it made you wince.  How hard would it have been to just call and say hello?   Had she not earned that from you?

“I’m not leaving much behind.  The house is yours to do with as you please.  I know it’s old and not what you might want, but I can’t help but think, knowing how good you are with decorating, that you could make it a home you’d love and enjoy.  However, if you choose to sell it, please know I’m fine with that decision as well. Don’t feel guilty.  Your future is where you make it.”

The house was certainly old and dated, not what you had in mind.  Not to mention you never planned to return to your old hometown.  You didn’t know what you’d do there if you did.  And now, there was even less reason to return.

“My biggest regret is not seeing your face when he proposed to you.  I can only imagine how it felt when he put your mother’s ring on your finger and asked you to be his wife.  That giant Ferris wheel at Navy Point was a perfect backdrop.

When he came to pick it up, he said he’d always dreamed of settling in this little house, but he knew Chicago was your home now, so he wanted to ask you in the place that was important to you.  I will rest peacefully knowing that you have someone so special to take care of you.”

You froze, then let out a strangled cry.  Steve jerked awake, his hand flying to your shoulder.

“Y/N, what is it?  Are you ok?”

Finally, you let go.  There was no holding back.  You put your face in your hands, sobs shaking your shoulders.

“Jesus, what did you do?” Ransom asked Steve as he touched your other shoulder, bending down to look at you.

“Nothing!  I woke up and she was crying.”

How could you have not seen this? Why did you doubt him?  It suddenly washed over you how he must’ve felt, standing there in the dark, alone, waiting for you, to ask you the biggest question of your lives.  

Your sobs increased, though you were trying to stifle the noise, considering you were on a full airplane with two beefcakes on either side of you worried.

“Y/N,” Ransom said, his lips close to your ear.  He put his hand on your back and rubbed gentle circles. “Talk to us.  What happened?”

You slowly sat up, Steve taking your hand in his.

“Oh my God, you guys, I blew it.  I totally blew it.  I broke his heart.  I can’t believe I did this to him.”

The two men looked at each other, question on their faces.

“Did what?” Ransom said softly.

You held up the letter.  “This is from my grandmother.  I’ve put off reading it because I was so sad to know it was the last communication I’d have with her.  He was coming to propose to me.  At Navy Pier. He picked up my mother’s ring from my grandmother,” you said softly.  Saying it out loud made it even worse. You couldn’t stop the flow of tears that fell from your eyes.

“Oh man,” Ransom said quietly, rubbing your back even more.

“Y/N, are you sure?” said Steve.

“Yes,” you sobbed, handing him the letter.  Ransom put his hand on your side and pulled you toward him, cradling you against his chest.

“It’s going to be ok,” he soothed.  “You didn’t know.  He should’ve told you he wanted to ASK you something instead of TELL you something.”

You blinked and sat up, looking at him.  “I mean, I don’t know if it would have mattered.”

“Of course it would’ve,” he said.  “This isn’t on you, it’s on him.  He should’ve been adamant that he wanted to ask you something.”

Steve handed you the letter back.  You could see the sadness on his face.  “I’m sure he was upset,” he said softly.  “He’d probably been waiting until the right moment.”

You scrunched up your face, fresh tears flowing.

“Jesus,” Ransom whispered to Steve, “you could at least be supportive.”

You wiped your finger under your eye to catch a tear before it dropped on the letter.  Your heart was racing and you couldn’t catch your breath.  You felt as if your stomach had dropped to your feet.  It was a desperate feeling, knowing what you knew and not being able to reach out to him and tell him how badly you’d screwed up.  

“You ok?” Steve asked softly.

“Yeah,” you said.  “And here I thought when I sat down in this seat I couldn’t feel worse.”

Steve laid his hand on your arm, squeezing a little.  “If everything you said about the two of you is true, this is something you can overcome.  It was a misunderstanding.  If those feelings are there, you’ll be able to fix it.”

You sniffed and wiped at your nose.  “Well, that’s the burning question, isn’t it?  How could he still have feelings for me after what I did.”

It was Ransom’s turn to bolster your confidence a bit.  “Look, misunderstandings happen all the time. And honestly, you hadn’t seen him in so long – did he not think you’d have misgivings about what he had to say when he wouldn’t come and stay with you?  He could’ve come to your place and then taken you somewhere special to propose. This isn’t on you, Y/N.  This is on him.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile.  “It doesn’t really matter though, does it.  In the end, he’s gone and I’m alone.”  You laid your head back on the seat, closing your eyes to ward off more tears.

Your mind whirled with memories – the two of you hiking near your home with your beloved dog joining you; going to the annual fair and riding all the rides that made you squeal and him laugh at you; laying side-by-side in your grandmother’s hammock on the front porch.  He never just held your hand – he always intertwined your fingers. He said if you looked from above, you couldn’t tell where he began and you ended.  

 Had you really been part of such an amazing love story?  You could hear his voice saying your name as he wrapped a hand under your ear to kiss you goodnight, and you could hear it when he called you from oh-so-far-away where he was lonely and probably afraid but never let on so you wouldn’t worry.

You let out a giant sigh and pulled your phone from the storage pocket in front of you.  You’d texted him before you got on the plane because it seemed like the right thing to do as you traveled back to your past.  He was too big a part of it not to.

“Did you get a text from him?” asked Steve, looking down at your phone.

“No,” you said, “I sent him one before I got on the plane.  I always imagined he’d be there with me through everything.  I just needed to reach out to him.”

“Mind if I look?” he asked.

“Sure, why not,” she half laughed.

She scrolled to the top of the message and handed the phone to him. Steve read silently, his eyebrows scrunching in concern.

I know we haven’t talked in a long time but today is going to be hard and I need you to know how much having you in my life has meant to me.  Even though we didn’t make it to the end, like we’d hoped, my life is so much better because of you.  If I were to die tomorrow, I’d do it knowing that in my life, I was truly loved by someone special.  For so long, I didn’t know how to be me without you.

I’m so proud of you, serving our country and then taking on a dangerous job to protect others.  I never told you enough how brave you are.  When I was worried or afraid, you’d be there like a safety net, making sure my heart was protected.  I’ll never be able to thank you enough for loving me.

This is going to be a hard day.  There’s not going to be a safe landing.  Everything I had, everything that made me secure, it’s all gone.  I’m sorry that I gave up.  I’m in uncharted waters.  I should’ve fought with everything I had for you.  I hope you’re happy with someone who will appreciate you and all you have to give.  Whoever she is, she’s a very lucky girl.

Steve cleared his throat, trying to remove the giant lump that had formed there.  “Wow,” he said.  “Those are beautiful words.”

“They’re from the heart.  I felt foolish as soon as I sent them and now I feel even more stupid.  I can’t imagine how much he hates me.”

“Mind if I look?” said Ransom.

“Yeah, and then if you want, pass it across the aisle,” you said sarcastically.

Ransom rolled his eyes and his mouth turned up in a grin.  He scanned over the text.

“Damn,” he whispered.  He looked at you.  “Look, I know I don’t know you at all and this has been a little slice of our lives, an unpleasant moment we’ll forget quickly, but if this guy got this text and doesn’t respond to you, he isn’t who you say he is.  Ok, you fucked up.  You should’ve met him that night.  But this right here would be enough for me to make a U-turn.  You had something really good.”

You grinned at him.  “Ransom, are you telling me it’s possible that a girl could win your heart?”

His face flooded with color.  “No,” he said a little too boisterously.  “Trust me, anyone that can take a little of me has their hands full.”

Steve chuckled.

“What?” said Ransom defensively.

“Something tells me you’re all talk.”

Ransom narrowed his eyes at Steve.  “What does that mean?”

Steve smiled a true American hero smile.  “It means, watching you with Y/N, I think you’re really a pussycat. Go ahead and act like a tough guy, but we all know the truth.  You’re a softie just looking for the right girl.”  He couldn’t help the smug look that replaced his smile.

“Alright Captain Jackass, you go ahead with your self-righteous psychoanalysis.  I’m capable of being nice to a woman without being a softie.  Seriously, the 1940’s called and they want their word back.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the two of them.  You never thought when you sat down between these two incredible hunks that you’d share your life story with them and they’d comfort you as you discovered a secret that would haunt you the rest of your life.

Ding

“You’ll notice the fasten seat belts sign has been activated as we make our descent.  Please secure your belongings and return your tray tables to their original position. We should be arriving at our destination in a few minutes.”

“Seriously,” grumbled Ransom, “how many people have died from errantly deployed tray tables.  Is that really our biggest concern?”

You giggled a little at his words and he looked at you, the first real smile he’d smiled all day gracing his handsome face.  He had the most piercing blue eyes.  You wished he would find someone who’d give him a chance. Underneath that gruff exterior, you just knew there was a loving, caring guy.

“Need a hand?” asked Steve, taking yours in his.  You smiled and squeezed gently.

It suddenly occurred to you what awaited when he arrived.  “You must be so excited!”

“I am,” he beamed.  “I’m going to meet my baby girl soon.”

“She’s a lucky little girl,” you smiled.

“Poor thing, just trying to imagine the first guy that comes to pick her up for a date,” Ransom grinned.

Steve raised an eyebrow.  “She’ll never know, I’m locking her in her room when she turns 15,” he smiled.

Slowly the plane began to descend.  Your heart suddenly leaped into your throat as you thought about what lie ahead for you.  You thought of walking through your grandmother’s home and a feeling of loneliness washed over you, causing an ache in your chest.  

“Doing ok?” Steve asked.

You turned to him and smiled.  “Yes, thank you.”   You looked to Ransom and back to Steve.  “This has been a great flight.  Thank you both for indulging me and listening, and for your support.”  You looked at Ransom.  “I know you said this is just an unpleasant moment we’ll soon forget, but I can tell you both I’ll never forget either of you.”  You fought the tears stinging your eyes.

“Yeah, well, it’ll probably be awhile before I forget you as well,” said Ransom.  

Steve pulled a pen from the bag in front of him and wrote his cell number on your palm.  “Put it in your phone.  Call or text me anytime you need to talk.  I mean it.”

That ache in your heart suddenly subsided.  “Thanks.  And I mean it too.”

Within a few minutes, the plane touched down roughly on the runway, then slowed and taxied to a stop at the gate.  You pulled your bag from under the seat in front of you.  You felt lightheaded so you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.  You could do this.  

Ransom took your hand and helped you up, and you made your way behind him into the aisle, Steve behind you, his hand on your lower back.  You walked out into the boarding bridge, walking slowly behind the crowd of passengers.  In a few minutes, you’d leave these guys who you’d never see again. You took your time shuffling along, prolonging the moment.

The crowd in front of you slowed and then stopped, as passengers found those that were meeting them.  That ache clenched your chest again.  You’d make your way to the rental car desk and get a ride to take you to what would surely be a sad, nostalgic evening.

“Hmm,” said Ransom.  “Interesting.”

“What?” you asked as he blocked your view.

“Probably just a coincidence.”

“I don’t know,” Steve said skeptically.  “Seems like too much of a coincidence.”

Now you were behind both of them and you couldn’t see anything but the backs of their gorgeous heads and their pants hugging their fine asses.  It was definitely the best view of the trip and probably the best you’d have for a long time.  You snickered thinking about it.

“Well, guess we’re going to find out,” said Steve as he took a couple of steps to his right and stopped.  

You were able to see ahead now as they parted, and the first thing that caught your eye was the pink tulips – a huge bouquet of them.  You looked above the flowers at the pink Petunias t-shirt, the blonde Van Dyke on his chin, his round wire framed glasses and spikey blonde hair.  Your breath caught in your throat and you stopped, unable to move.  You felt a hand at your elbow – Steve.  You looked up at him.

“You ok?” he asked.  It was a fatherly tone and you smiled a million watt smile at him, grabbing his hand and Ransom’s arm, pulling them forward.

You walked up to him, taking him in.  He was beautiful, even better than you remembered.  His body was toned and solid, tattoos peeking out from under the t-shirt.  Blue jeans graced his long sexy legs, high top Chucks rounding out the look.  You were overwhelmed by how much you needed him. How had you lived without him for so long?

“Hey beautiful,” he said in that sexy baritone voice.  He extended the flowers to you and you took them, inhaling deeply.  

“I can’t believe it.”  Your voice was so quiet you were sure he didn’t hear you.

“I’m here Y/N.  I’m here for you.”  He pulled you to him and you lifted the flowers, wrapping your arms around his neck. He touched his nose to yours. “Did you think I’d leave you to do this alone?”

You looked into his beautiful blue eyes and tried so hard to believe this was really happening.  “I didn’t expect you to be here.  Not after what I did to you.  I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.  Not until I read Gramma’s letter on this plane did I know. I can’t imagine how badly I hurt you.” You swallowed, pushing the hurt down deep.  “I understand why you moved on, I do.  And it’s ok.”

You saw the pain in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.  “There’s no one else,” he said, “never has been.  I screwed it all up.  I just did it all wrong.  I should have come to you.  I wanted to see you so bad.  I just didn’t want to put you in danger.”  He looked down and swallowed, then looked back into your eyes.  “Did you mean it?  All those things you said in that text this morning?”

“Yes,” you said, your voice strong.  “Every word.  I love you so much.”

He pressed his lips, so soft, to yours and gave you the sweetest kiss. “I love you too.  Always, Y/N.”  He kissed you again, this one deeper, his arms wrapped around you so securely.  You could die right now and it would be ok.

Suddenly, you were aware of your surroundings.  You pulled away from him, an arm around his neck, and you looked at your seatmates.

“Ransom, Steve, this is the love of my life, Jake Jensen.  Jake, these are the superstars of Row 12 that got me through this flight.”

Jake extended his hand to each of them.  “Thank you guys.  Flying is not her favorite.  Appreciate you both being so good to her.”

Ransom eyed him carefully.  “You’ve got a really great girl here,” he said to Jake.  “Don’t fuck it up.”

Steve smirked at Ransom.  “He’s right,” said Steve.  “Take good care of her.”  He looked Jake up and down with his best Captain look.

“Shit,” Jake muttered and you laughed, kissing him reassuringly.  

“Thanks guys.  You’re the best.”  You stepped forward and kissed each of them softly on the cheek.

Steve nodded and smiled, then walked towards his handler, who’d escort him to a car and whisk him away to the hospital to be by his wife’s side.

“Good luck!” you called to him and he smiled.

Ransom secured the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he approached a leggy blonde in a tight designer dress with a figure to die for.

“Hey baby,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid a kiss on him that would make a stripper blush.

“Easy babe, save some for the hotel,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking away.  He turned and gave you a last look, flashing you a gorgeous smile.

“Damn,” said Jake, “if I was another guy, I might be kind of jealous and insecure about that, but I’m not some other guy, I’m your guy,” he said, rubbing his nose to yours.

“And don’t you forget it,” you said, kissing him deeply before pulling him by the hand away from the gate.  

“We’re going to have to go through all of the pictures you know,” you said with a devilish grin.

“Oh God, do we have to?  I don’t need to be reminded of what a dork I was back then.”

“You’re still a dork, but a very sexy one,” you said as you walked hand in hand towards your future.

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@what-is-your-plan-today  @captainsteveamericarogers

[the-melting-world]

The Empress | Side B: “The Fear”

Art by @markmefistov

~ In which a humble gardener opens Strength’s Door…

The Trio Appearances: Kipling | Khleo | Ozy

Arcana LI appearances: Asra | Nadia | Muriel 

Track Origins: “The Fear” by Ben Howard

Not sure if this is the right track? The full album can be found here: The Empress

cw: none

~ 2k words

After Kipling, Ozy, Nadia, and Asra return from the underwater library, Ozy leaves Kipling with the gauntlets, reminding her that he still has to show her how to permanently unlock her third eye.

“Trust me, Kip,” Ozy said with a reassuring smile, “once your third eye is open, you’ll have a much better time navigating the portals.”

With that Ozy let Nadia escort him back inside the Palace. Earlier in the library, he and Kip had agreed to save their lesson in grey magic for the next day. Kipling appreciated Ozy’s patience with her. She could tell he wanted her to be as comfortable as possible before they started unpacking everything from the past.

She was grateful to him for that.

***

(Nadia’s POV)

Nadia walked with Ozy back to his chambers. When they arrived, she waited by the door while he removed his gauntlets and set them aside on the dresser. Nadia wasn’t sure why she hadn’t yet left the grey mage to his business. Her agenda was packed with meetings with foreign dignitaries and not to mention she had a desk full of letters that needed responding to.

And yet, there were other things clouding Nadia’s mind. Like intricate spiraling details across a pearly, artificial surface that stretched so far in every direction. 

“That machine in your library,” Nadia said, starting quietly at first. “The one underwater. Is that where it’s meant to be kept?”

After Ozy took off his gauntlets, he rolled his wrists a few times and walked back towards the Countess.

“The Nautilus? Yes, that’s its primary function – traveling through water. Makes it easier for deep sea exploration.”

This piqued Nadia’s interest even further. “A vessel that never needs to surface?”

Ozy was standing before the Countess now, his expression friendly and eager to keep engaging with her on the topic.

“It does! But not often.”

Nadia hummed. “I see. Like a whale. Or a turtle.”

A soft glimmer flashed behind Ozy’s eyes, as if he were thinking of the same comparisons.

“Yes. Exactly.”

Nadia, who was content to invite Ozy to walk with her, said, “That’s fascinating, Oz. What an incredible find.”

Ozy fell into an easy stride beside the Countess, his hands tucked comfortably in the pockets of his crisp pants. “Hm. Thank you, but I didn’t stumble upon that vessel. You did.”

“What do you mean you…” Nadia slowed to a stop. Ozy mirrored her and turned so that he was facing her, his lip quirking in what she read as a hopeful challenge. That’s when Nadia quickly assembled the pieces of his implications.

“Oz… do you mean to suggest that you built such a thing?”

Ozy looked off to the side rather sheepishly as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Abaco helped.”

Once again, the grey mage had left the Countess at a loss for words. 

As if to put her at ease, Ozy added, “I built a lot of things over the years, Countess. Fixed a lot of things.” His hazel eyes drifted skyward. “Broke a lot of things too now that I think about it.” His hand wandered up to absently scratch at his five o’clock shadow. “Mostly because I ran out of stuff to fix. Not really any other option in that case but to break some things. Otherwise I wouldn’t have…” Ozy’s speech turned into uninterrupted mutterings.

Nadia realized he would have never stopped if she hadn’t said, “Oz, please.” 

That was enough to call back his attention.

“As long as you’re here,” Nadia reached for both of Ozy’s hands, “I want you to call me Nadia.”

Ozy looked down at where she held lightly onto his long fingers, and then back up again. 

“Oh. Like Asra and Kipling do?”

Nadia gave a deliberate nod. “Yes.”

Ozy blinked, the confusion written plainly across his face. “But they’ve known you longer.”

The Countess shook her head. “I know it might seem strange, but that does not matter to me.”

The grey mage was silent for only a moment before he grunted in gentle understanding. He pressed his rather nimble fingers more firmly against Nadia’s.

“You’re ambidextrous,” Ozy noted. “Like me.”

Nadia couldn’t help her face from heating slightly at his observation.

“You’re correct about that.... How did you know?”

Ozy continued to test and trace his fingers around the Countess’. 

“These hands have solved a lot of puzzles. To the point where it’s impossible for them to ignore the details in fact. So… Nadia,” he locked eyes with her, his gilded lip curling into a soft smile, “what’s the story with your hands?”

Nadia grinned, trying to gauge the line where Ozy’s friendliness blurred into flirtation. 

“I’m not sure if there’s a way I can express this without sound like I’m bragging, but my hands do know their way around a workshop.”

Once again, Ozy’s eyes lit up. “A workshop, really? Will you show me?”

Nadia gently guided her hands out of Ozy’s and up around his bicep, linking her arm through his.

“I can take you there, but I won’t be able to join you again until late this afternoon. I have a city to help govern as you might have gathered.”

“Right.” Ozy said with a respectful nod. “You don’t have to worry about me, Nadia. I can always find ways to keep myself busy until you return.”

“Oh, Oz.” 

Nadia thought back to that vessel, immense and pristine, resting at the bottom of a deep pool. 

“I have no doubt about that.”

***

Kipling noticed that Abaco didn’t follow Ozy and Nadia when they left the garden. The bird was content to stay behind and play with Taro and Faust. There was something Kipling found soothing in watching the three familiars interact. So she sat there right in the grass next to a hedge of snowball viburnums. 

Asra, who knew Kip’s behaviors very well by now, was happy to take a seat and curl up right beside her.

“Asra, there’s something I have to tell you.”

The magician breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that it wouldn’t show. He wrapped his arm around Kip’s shoulder and placed his other hand in her lap. “I’m listening.”

In the past, Kip had looked elsewhere, anywhere but directly at Asra, only occasionally flicking her gaze up to meet his. That wasn’t the case this time. Her syrupy brown eyes were fixed on him as she spoke. She seemed determined to give him her full attention.

“When you came by Muriel’s cottage, did he tell you about the reading he gave me?”

Asra swallowed. “Yes. But only a little. He said you drew the Empress.”

“Reversed,” Kip clarified. “I’ll be honest. I’ve been neglecting to tell you the whole truth about Ozy and Khleo… well, Khleo specifically.”

“You don’t talk about them much,” Asra noted. He also didn’t miss how Kip’s eyes would glaze over whenever Ozy mentioned the umbra’s name.

Kip sighed. “I’m ready to talk about them now. Asra, I knew Khleo for a long time before meeting Ozy. They kept my secrets, they were the one I confided in whenever I needed it. When Ozy came around and I didn’t want to have anything to do with him, it was Khleo who taught me about kindness and acceptance. I don’t think I can explain how close we were…”

“You loved them. You still love them.”

Kipling could tell by Asra’s tone that he must have known all this time.

Kip took a moment to work out the tremors in her upper body. Asra squeezed her hand in reassurance.

“We never confessed it aloud, but the day that Khleo was taken by the Door, I was so sure that they were going to say it first.” Kip caught a sob. “There just wasn’t enough time.”

Asra pulled Kip until her face rested against his collarbone. He removed his red scarf and wrapped it around her shoulders. By now the three familiars had gathered onto both of their laps. Taro was determined to soothe Kipling with her head nuzzles and soft chirps.

While Asra rubbed her spine, Kip managed to choke out, “When I portaled to Strength’s gate, I saw Khleo and those feelings were still there, Asra. I don’t know what to do. I know I’m supposed to go see the Empress, but I want… all I can think about is…”

“There was something else Muriel told me,” Asra said. “On the morning you left, the ground all around his cottage was covered in daisies. They could have only come from you. He said there were so many of them, magically conjured to stay in bloom for much longer than normal.”

“Daisies,” Kip sniffed. “They were in Strength’s realm too.”

“Well, they’re all around us right now.”

Kip opened her eyes and sat up. Asra was right. The magical daisies had appeared in the garden. There were thousands of them, packed so tightly it was almost impossible to see the grass.

It wasn’t unnatural for Kip’s green magic to behave in this way. Most of how she managed it was based on her emotions. But she had never seen anything like this.

“Kip,” Asra said, “what if you used the daisies to find your way back to Strength’s realm?”

She tore her eyes away from the flowers and looked at the magician with a mixture of uncertainty and surprise. “You think I should go to Strength’s realm? Without Ozy?”

Asra nodded, his lavender eyes serious. “I’ll go with you.”

“But what if–”

“It was you who said that you can’t bring yourself to meet the Empress right now. What if drawing that card means that you have to face your feelings about Khleo before moving forward?”

Kip’s drew a heavy breath. There were so many what ifs. What if Khleo didn’t remember her? What if Strength tried to bite her head off again? What if…

“Kip.” Asra placed his hands on either side of her face and steered her into a kiss. “I’ll be there with you. We fought the Devil, remember. We can pay Strength a visit. We’ll come to the front door this time instead of dropping out of nowhere. If she doesn’t want to let us in, then she won’t.”

When Asra put it like that, the stakes didn’t seem so high. 

Brrrrr.

Kip looked down to see Taro holding up her new pair of gauntlets. Faust bobbed her head in encouragement and Abaco fluffed his feathers once before using his beak to flick a switch on the gauntlet so that it hummed to life.

Once Kipling had donned them and stood up, she took a deep breath and did her best to rely on what she knew. To her amazement, the gauntlets made it so much easier to detect the control pad that opened the Doors.

Kipling activated the invisible motherboard and gasped when she saw more daisies growing spontaneously in the air. They shot off a few feet to Kip and Asra’s left, circled once and then again in a double ring – the outline of a Door.

“That must be the way to Strength’s gate,” Asra whispered. 

Kip’s gauntlets gave a sharp whine as she felt them tug her towards the highlighted portal. Asra followed behind Kip as she drifted in that direction. Abaco flew ahead, tweeting madly and whizzing to the path of the daisies. 

Kipling reached out until she connected with the lever handle to the Door. She found it easily, as if a magnetic force linked her gauntlet to the portal. 

Then Kip pushed until the lever rotated. The Door squeaked as it opened. That magnetic tug was back, but this time it wanted to get away from Kip. She tentatively released the lever and watched as the door snapped open. Wider, wider, wider – 

“You have to lock it, Kip!”

Kip gasped at the memory of a younger Ozy hollering at her while a storm grew over their heads. This sparked a second memory of a Door that grew too great for any of them to handle. She couldn’t let that happen again. 

Kip glanced over at Asra and remembered. She would never let another Door take off with someone she cared about.

Her gauntlet glowed brighter. Kip listened to the hum…

The gardener caught the lever before it could get away from her and spin completely out of control. She sensed a new type of pull and followed it, anchoring the lever into a small depression that wasn’t visible to the naked eye.

Glittery light sparked all along Kipling’s knuckles. Abaco was absolutely delirious with excitement. The daisies dissolved, but there was water on the other side of the Door, churning smoothly, without turbulence.

Through the tunnel of seawater and shimmering light, Kip felt the call of clear summer skies and rolling hills blanketed in wildflowers.

[blahkugo]

Congrats for the 1k!! Wdyt ab hawks in an underground scenario?

thanks anon baby!! i love writing for hawks in general and this au was soooooo much fun to explore!! ♡ i honestly went a little crazy with it & added too much rumi in there lmao

                                  -ˋˏ ༻ 光 ༺ ˎˊ-

「TAKAMI KEIGO / HAWKS」

— underground! au (feat. rumi)

— warnings: 18+, smut, drugs / alcohol mention, kind of scumbag hawks

⤏ keigo’s very devious, in the sense that he can be both the star of everyone’s show and a sneaky bastard. he’s a double agent in the truest definition of the word, and it’s no different in an underground au

⤏ ‘heaven’ is the place to get into; no, no, not god’s pearly white gates, but rather the giant underground nightclub teeming with bar hoppers and thrill seekers on a saturday night.

⤏ the highly illegal establishment is run by none other than keigo takami himself, the eccentric club owner that people only know by name

⤏ no one’s ever actually seen keigo at his own club, nobody even knows what he looks like

⤏ so, rumors fly amongst the regular patrons; some say he’s a cartel boss, others a crooked cop

⤏ a choice few believe that he’s the devil himself. and in his jealousy of god’s perfect eden, he crafted his own slice of heaven, where restraint and inhibition are words with absolutely no meaning

⤏ the reality isn’t far off, if we’re being honest

⤏ ‘heaven’ is keigo’s personal playground, a place where he can be anybody he wants to

⤏ typically, that anybody is pulling pretty little whores into the giant vip room, and pumping them chock full of his favorite pills: angel dust

⤏ when his own high kicks in, the fun begins. and at that point, even keigo thinks he may be the devil incarnate

“Tsk, tsk,” Keigo wags a slender finger in front of your face, snatching the pretty little capsule from your hand. 

Quick, pounding percussion still pulses at your ears, though the VIP room is much quieter than the club floor— cooler as well. Without the mass of compressed, sweaty bodies dancing and grinding, you feel a bit over exposed in your two piece set. For a second, you have the urge to cover your midriff, but the angel in front of you sweeps your attention yet again. 

“How do good girls ask for pills?” He’s teasing you, has been since the moment he approached you spouting some nonsense about being the club owner. While you were initially adamant in your disbelief, only agreeing to follow him for his tempting promise of ‘proper drugs,’ the extravagance of the VIP room sways your opinion now. 

Also, the man swims in luxury, seems to be bathed in an ethereal glow that screams money from the tips of his perfectly tousled hair down to the Givenchy trainers on his feet. The richest men always dress in subtleties; you just have to know where to look. 

Your assumptions were confirmed when he ordered top shelf booze. They were absolutely set in stone when Rumi, the Playboy Bunny turned supermodel, settled into the booth next to him and plopped a kiss on his cheek. 

“The sick bastard will really only give it to you if you say pretty please,” the gorgeous woman chuckles, looking every bit as intimidating as she does on the runways. “Like this,” she clasps her hands together— fingernails sporting a fierce, red manicure— and turns towards the smug blonde. “Please Keigo, a pill.” 

It’s unclear whether her tone is sincere, sickly sweet words dripping with mockery and faux praise. Either way, you refuse to be the butt of their jokes. Begging for drugs? Over your dead body. 

Keigo must feel your hesitation, must sense the subtle shift in your body language, because his eyebrows narrow for a fraction of a second before quickly regaining their place far atop his forehead— practiced nonchalance, seemingly perfected over years.  

He hands the pill to Rumi, and then another, pushing his slender fingers into hers without breaking your mutual gaze.

“Oops,” he feigns apology, “looks like I gave two pills to Rumi.” He slants a quick look at the platinum blonde. “You can just take one from her, sweetheart.” 

When you break your glare to peek at the beautiful woman next to him, she’s giggling. The sound is practically silent, a twinkly little thing that barely reaches your ears and doesn’t rumble through her entirety like laughter truly should. 

“Silly me,” she smirks, piercing eyes scanning over you now, “I didn’t realize.” Though you’re sure the night can’t get any stranger, she lets her tongue loll from between supple lips, painted bright red to match her nails. Low and behold, there are two pills, both dangling enticingly on her curved tongue.

“Aw,” Keigo coos, pout brimming with ridicule. Though you attempt to speak up, entirely fed up with this humiliating charade, he doesn’t miss a beat. “She can still have one though, can’t she Rumi?” 

She simply nods, swaying her tongue once more before curling it back into her mouth. He can’t mean— no, he wouldn’t. But the pair simply stares at you, famishment gleaming in their eyes like a pair of ravenous wolves. 

He wants you to kiss her. 

Every one of your nerves stands on end, willing you with a passion to reject his slimy offer. You’re not a Barbie doll for him to play with, to dress and undress and buy off with a bright pink mansion to boot. 

But then again, the pros do vastly outweigh the cons. When’s the next time you’re going to have the chance to kiss a supermodel? And with someone as beautiful as Keigo watching? You take a deep breath, standing up and bracing your arms against the table to lean over. 

And then, you are kissing her. 

Rumi’s lips taste like whiskey sour and a spice that you can’t quite place. She’s quick to take control, cupping your jaw with slender fingers and nipping at your lip. There’s a slight twinge of pain before each swipe of her tongue across your lip, and it’s a miracle that she keeps the pills nestled under her tongue; she kisses you with such passion, such dizzying ferocity, that you feel your head spin. It’s definitely not the alcohol. 

When her lips bite again, more aggressive this time, you part your own in a low, teasing groan. She swings a knee over the table— pushes closer, pulls you further into her. You’re losing your breath, unable to keep up, but she simply continues her onslaught, as though you’ve stolen her last breath and she’s aching to get it back. 

Only when her tongue slinks across the back of your teeth and makes its home between them, does she offer up the pill from under the wet muscle. 

With a parting smile against your mouth, she pulls away. 

“Hope you like that pill as much as you did the kiss,” she speaks, lips, puffy but still perfectly painted, inches from your own. She stays put, watching the strand of drool still connecting the two of you. 

You wish you could say something, anything, to the goddess of a woman, but you’re left in a haze. If it isn’t for the subtle tap against your throat, you’d forget to swallow the pill you worked so diligently for. As she finally recedes, you make a mental note for later: world-renowned supermodel Rumi smells like cinnamon. 

“Bunny got your tongue?” Keigo chuckles, now standing next to your side of the booth, and slithering a lithe hand across your lower back. You’d almost forgotten the smug bastard was there, but one glance his way and you remember where you are: a public space. 

Sure, the VIP lounge is practically empty, save for a few stragglers here and there, but those people are presumably A-listers. And they just watched you make out with a woman all for drugs and the entertainment of a very wealthy man. 

Still, it probably isn’t the worst image they’ve ever seen. 

Rumi gives you another once over, baring sharp canines that seem to sparkle beneath the low, purple lights. Even after your intimate moment, she somehow seems more intimidating— or perhaps, more ravenous. She makes some comment to Keigo about giving you her number, throws a wink your way, and ends the encounter with another quick peck on his cheek. 

Then, with hips swaying seductively to the beat, she makes her descent down the stairs to join the thrall of bodies as her high hits, leaving you and the blonde alone. Chancing a glance his way, you decide that’s not a terrible thing. 

That same pompous smirk is plastered across his face, that same insatiable look in his eyes. His blonde locks remain in a state of perfect dishevelment, and when he runs a hand through it, his jewelry— rings upon rings and a watch that probably costs more than your rent— catches the light, shimmering wildly. 

“We’re going to peak soon.”

It’s all he says, before leading you towards the stairs and down, down, down— straight into Heaven. 

-

Wisps of baby pink, streams of bright blue— cotton candy fills the air and washes the man in front of you in a delectable light. It begs you to take a bite, to do more than press your warm, wanton body against him. 

“How do you feel?” Keigo’s teeth graze the shell of your ear, hot breath tickling the side of your face. With his arms wrapped around your waist, he envelops you fully, allowing you to grind and move as you please. The heat radiating off your bodies could rival the sun. 

“Like I’m flying,” you throw your hands into the air; he grazes them with his own. Every touch sends a cacophony of sparks across your flesh, every murmur of praise a chilling tingle down your spine. And when he strains his hips against yours, it heats you further, all throughout your core. You need him— right here, right now, bathed in candied pinks and sugar-filled blues.  

As though he can hear your thoughts, or perhaps you’ve said them aloud, his slender fingers slither further down your body. Down, down, down— dashing under your tight skirt to rub across your soaked slit. When you cry out, a symphony of desire, he simply presses harder, rubs faster. 

Just as you’re about to see stars, to grab at the spun sugar surrounding you and take an overwhelming chomp, he removes his magic fingers. You’re aware you’re crying out, feel as though the entire world’s been ripped away from you, but he simply shushes you with a slick digit against your lips.

“Let’s take this back upstairs, yeah?” The devil pokes at your side. 

You’re already being whisked away, deeper into paradise. 

                          ᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ 光 ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

[onfreckledwings]

hoping you’ll see (what your love means to me)

15x20 fix-it songfic. shameless feel-good fluff. because our babies deserved the world.

When Dean dies on a Thursday in November, Cas is there to welcome him at the proverbial pearly gates. Sort of.

He can’t really even call it a gate. It’s blue skies, sloping mountains, pine trees, and open fields. The sun shines more brilliantly and warmer here.

The air breathes cleaner; the breeze is cool and languid.

He doesn’t realize he’d been walking until he comes to a stop, dirt swirling around his legs. Nothing hurt: not his hip, not his knees, his back, or chest.

Nothing.

“Well at least I made it to Heaven,” Dean murmurs to himself. In the next moment, Harvelle’s appears a few yards away.

“No way.”

He walks the short distance before standing in front of the bar, and he’s smiling so wide and he can feel his laugh lines on his cheeks and the crinkles of his eyes.

Harvelle’s Roadhouse

The same neon lights in the windows, the same sign. Everything is exactly the same.

“Hell yeah,” and then he’s walking up the porch and has a palm on the door before he stills.

Dean shuts his eyes briefly before opening them with a silent chuckle. He knows who’s there. Even before he turns his head.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean turns around to see Castiel standing a few yards away.

He feels his face cracking from smiling so wide, and he feels his eyes stinging with tears behind them. He faces Cas fully now, hands shoved into his pockets, and begins to walk towards him.

He ducks his head, almost shy, and glances up at him through his eyelashes. “Castiel,” he greets with pressed lips, eyes gleaming.

Heaven is strange, he thinks. He feels no sense of unease here. No nerves, no jitters. He only feels contentment. Peace. Joy.

Cas tilts his head in that fucking adorable way he does, and Dean can feel something behind his ribs melt. He stops when they are a few inches apart.

Cas’s eyes are bluer than Dean has ever seen them. Moss green and ethereal blue.

Sky and Earth.

The wind gusts gently around them. The blades of grass dance.

Cas lifts a hand and places it on Dean’s left shoulder. Cas’s shoulder. Dean smiles a small, watery thing.

“Are you...real? How-” and Dean trails off. He somehow already knows the answer. Cas squeezes his shoulder and smiles.

“Yes. It’s me.”

Dean’s eyes well up and his nose starts to tickle. He looks up to the sky and wets his lips in that way he does to hold tears at bay, before meeting blue again.

Dean reaches between them and grips Cas’s always-crooked tie. Cas looks confused at first, maybe even a little scared. But when Dean’s free hand comes to cradle the side of Cas’s neck and lets his fingers brush the strands of thick hair at its nape, Cas’s face smooths out and he stands a little taller.

One lone tear breaks free from the corner of Dean’s eye, and Cas’s thumb is there to catch it as he sweeps it over his cheekbone before cupping his jaw.

Dean tugs him close before snaking his arms around Cas’s waist under his trench coat and hugs him close, face buried in the angel’s shoulder. He melts when Cas envelopes him, cheek resting against his crown, hands rubbing soothing patterns against Dean’s back.

“You’re early,” Castiel whispers.

Dean gives a small chuckle. “Yeah, well...I’m a dumbass.” And then he’s inhaling slow and deep against Cas’s skin. Cas smells like sweet summer rain, the crisp air of fall.

He smells like Cas.

“And I missed you,” he murmurs against the warm swath of exposed skin on the angel’s neck before pressing a feather-light kiss there.

Cas seems to melt at the contact and grips Dean tighter. Dean feels fingers card through the short strands of his hair and Cas’s other hand comes up to cup the back of Dean’s head.

“I missed you too.”

Something occurs to Dean then, and he lifts his head to meet Cas’s eyes. His hands travel up Cas’s arms until they rest on his shoulders.

“Hang on...how did you get out? How did you get here?”

Cas simply smiles and gives Dean a knowing look. “Jack may have had something to do with it.”

Dean unfurls a bark of laughter from his chest before grasping that tie again.

“That’s our boy.”

Cas smiles again, and Dean thinks he’ll never ever tire of seeing it.

His eyes flit between Cas’s and his lips and back again, and he flattens his free palm on Cas’s chest, just over where his heart would be.

“Cas,” he begins, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, “about what you said..before you left-”

“You don’t have to say anything, Dean,” Cas offers quietly. “I don’t expect-”

“Well that’s good,” he cuts Cas off, “‘cause I wasn’t really plannin’ on talkin’. I’m shit with words.”

Cas blinks quizzically. “Wha-” but he trails off when Dean grazes the stubble of his cheeks with the soft pads of his thumbs.

Dean starts to tremble slightly when he cups either side of Cas’s jaw again.

He dives in.

Their mouths slot together perfectly; Cas’s is warm and soft and pliant, and Dean brushes his tongue against the crease of Cas’s lips, and Cas lets him in.

Dean knows then that he’s in Heaven.

*

Everyone’s here.

Dean’s eyes scan the entire barroom from the table where he and Cas sit: at the bar, there’s Ellen, Jo, Ash, Bobby, and Karen discussing their hunting glory days. Charlie and Kevin are huddled with their laptops at one of the booths (because there’s WiFi in Heaven, apparently), and are probably discussing the latest sci-fi series or some other nerdy thing.

John and Mary are sitting at one of the candle-lit tables, holding hands and murmuring in each other’s ears that is always met with soft laughter.

Rufus is there too with Aretha at one end of the bar, Johnnie Walker Blue in hand. Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen the man smile the way he is right now, so earnest and genuine.

Missouri and Pamela sit at the table nearest to Dean and Cas, talking about when Pamela séance’d Cas after Dean was rescued from Hell.

“I think he was just trying to show off in front of his boyfriend,” Pamela teases with a laugh as Missouri drops her face in one hand.

“Good Lord,” she marvels. “Some first impression there, Castiel. Burning out a woman’s eyes? Oh!”

Cas ducks his head. “It was an accident, I assure you,” and Dean can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.

Pamela pats Cas on the back. “All in the past, sweetie. No harm done. Well, no permanent damage anyway,” and then tilts her head back in laughter. Dean can’t help but snicker.

Everything is fucking perfect.

Contentedness blooms in his belly, warming his insides until he feels like his body is humming. Everybody he has ever loved and lost in one room.

Sam, Eileen, and the others will be along, Bobby had said. And he feels complete peace knowing that Sam is in good hands, and that they will take care of each other until their times come.

Dean sits back in his chair, glass of wine in hand. They’re a bottle and a half in, celebrating Dean’s arrival, and his head is buzzing in the best possible way.

He glances at Cas from across the table through his eyelashes.

His trench coat, suit jacket, and tie are all draped on the backrest of the chair, because we gotta get you out of this holy tax accountant get up, man, and if he’s honest, Dean wants to feast his eyes a little.

Cas’s white shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, and Dean’s mouth goes a little dry at the naked dip of his collar bone. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and Dean marvels at the ripples of muscle and bone in the angel’s forearms, his fingers itching to touch.

Dean smiles. His cheeks are warm, and something curious blossoms behind his ribs.

“Dean?”

He snaps out of his trance and meets Cas’s eyes. “Hmm?”

“Are you alright?” Cas asks, and Dean realizes that he’s been caught staring.

Dean smirks. “Mhm. Jus’ enjoyin’ the view.”

Dean almost dies (again) when Cas blushes and ducks his chin with a roll of his eyes.

Yeah, he can get used to this.

The jukebox in the corner starts playing a new song, and Dean straightens in his chair with a wild grin.

“Oh hell yes,” he shouts with a slap to the table, wine bottles and glasses clattering. “I love this song. C’mon Cas, you’re dancin’ with me.” He stands and reaches for Cas with an outstretched hand.

Horror flashes across the angel’s face. “Dean, no. I’m a terrible dancer. I couldn’t-”

“Well, that makes two of us then” he says and grabs Cas’s hand and pulls him to his feet. “Come on. My ‘got-dead’ party, my rules.”

Cas groans and throws his head back with a grimace as he lets Dean guide him to the dance floor. “‘Got-dead’ party? Really?”

“Yeah, yeah, shhh,” Dean smirks as he turns to face Cas. “Here, lemme lead.”

Dean clasps Cas’s hand with his own and draws them to his chest, his other hand wrapping around his waist coming to rest on his back. Cas’s free arm mimics Dean’s.

Attached at the...everything.

Their mouths are inches apart, and Dean’s bowed legs go a little weak as he stares into Cas’s eyes. The lighting in the bar changes to ambient, almost candle-like glow.

Lying beside you, here in the dark,

Feeling your heartbeat with mine.

Softly you whisper, you're so sincere;

How could our love be so blind?

They sway somewhat in tune with the rhythm, but Dean’s a little wine drunk and accidentally steps on Cas’s toes. More than once.

“Sorry,” Dean giggles—giggles?— and lets all of his weight lean into Cas, who accepts it willingly. Dean’s lips press against his temple, and Cas hums appreciatively as Dean starts to sing low into Cas’s ear.

We sailed on together,

We drifted apart,

And here you are, by my side.

So now I come to you with open arms,

Nothing to hide, believe what I say.

So here I am, with open arms,

Hoping you'll see what your love means to me,

Open arms.

“‘s how I feel about you, you know,” Dean murmurs as he nuzzles the bolt of Castiel’s jaw. “I’m not good with words, but..,” Dean slurs and sucks a gentle kiss into his neck. “This could totally be our song.”

“Dean…” and Dean pulls back slightly at the crack in Cas’s voice. Tears spill over from those cobalt blues, and Dean’s thumbs are quick to catch them as he frames Cas’s face.

“Hey, hey. None of that,” he says through a smile, licking his lips. “You’ve got me. You always have. And I’ve got you, so…” he smiles and presses the softest of kisses to Castiel’s mouth before resting their foreheads together.

They never stop dancing.

Living without you, living alone,

This empty house seems so cold.

Wanting to hold you,

Wanting you near,

How much I wanted you home.

Now that you've come back,

Turned night into day,

I need you to stay.

“I love you,” Castiel says, and he brings their joint hands to his lips and presses a kiss to Dean’s knuckles.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and nods knowingly. It may be a little easier to accept love up here, but sometimes old habits die hard. Even in death.

“Me too,” he murmurs, and he wraps his free arm even tighter around the soft, curved line of Cas’s waist for emphasis.

So now I come to you with open arms,

Nothing to hide, believe what I say,

So here I am, with open arms;

Hoping you'll see what your love means to me,

Open arms.

As the song ends, Dean thinks maybe this could be his forever. Surrounded by family, both given and chosen; blissful in his angel’s arms. The love of his life. The one who has saved him more times than Dean can count. At utter peace knowing that Eileen will take good care of Sam, and he looks forward to the day when they can all be together once again.

Until then, he’ll take this. The life he’s always dreamed of but was too scared to hope for. A life of love, warmth, comfort, and peace.

A life after death.

And he’ll think, maybe, just maybe, he deserves it.

fin.

@blacklightguidesnic tortured me this morning and put this incredibly soft scene in my head. here you go ♥️

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“If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work” - Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 2724 

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Prompt 30 - “If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work”

A/N: @regal-roni​ I hope you enjoy this love! Also, I’m apologising in advance because uhhh- hehe I may have made this angsty as fuck. Thanks @imnotasuperhero​ for giving me your angst approval and I’m sorry I made your heart squeeze. 

Warning: Hold onto your hearts people, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride! 

Tags; @waitingfortheendtocome​ @natasha-danvers​ @muted-stoneheart​ @saucy-sapphic​ @coconutlipss​ @witchxaf​

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Prompt 30 

You met Cordelia at your coffee shop one late evening just before close. A figure dressed in black with the most blinding smile and bouncy golden locks rushing towards you. 

“Oh no! Are you closed?” She had asked, slightly out of breath. You could see the tiredness in her chocolate browns and the brush of a darker shade under her eyes indicating the lack of sleep. If you weren’t paying such close attention you probably wouldn’t have noticed due to her beautiful pearly whites; as she throws you another smile. 

“I’m afraid we are.” You confirm with some sympathy. This woman clearly needed a coffee or two. The now small frown and grimace on the strangers face makes you backtrack hating to see such an expression on a beautiful woman. She smiles her thanks and begins to turn away but before she can leave your brain caught up with itself. 

“But the pot is still brewing inside, if you would like a cup. On the house.” You rush out, not wanting this mysterious woman to leave. She turns back around and sighs in relief and whispers “Thank you, I’d love that.” before following you into the shop. One cup turned into three and before you knew it the night had gotten darker and the usual busy streets of New Orleans had grown quieter. . 

“Oh god, I’ve kept you from finishing. I’m so sorry please let me at least pay for the last cup.” She insisted, digging into her purse. You place a hand gently on top of hers pausing her search. 

“It’s okay, I much preferred the company over sleep anyway.” You reassure, with a teasing smirk. She bites her bottom lip softly as she eyed your hand.

“Okay, well at least let me pay for dinner. Tomorrow night?” She offers, copying your smirk. 

“Oh so forward, Ms.Goode. I could be in a very committed relationship for all you know.” You joke, watching her laugh loudly her hand landing on top of your own across the table. 

“Darling, if you were in a committed relationship. This spark between us wouldn’t be glowing as bright as it is in this very moment,” She states, confidently. Her fingers brushing lightly across your own making you blush at her statement, knowing how true it is. 

“So tomorrow night?” 

That was over a year ago and things had been getting better and better with each passing date and heated kiss. You had discovered during that first meeting that Cordelia runs the academy for gifted young witches across town as headmistress which you still tease her to this day for. 

“Oh do you have an office, headmistress. I’ve always wanted to have sex on a desk.” You’d teased her a few months back making her laugh and shake her head at your vulgar comment but you saw the lustful glint in her eyes. 

The dates had turned from dinner to late evening drinks to sleepovers at your apartment downtown whenever Cordelia could get away from the school for the night. However, whenever you mentioned staying over at the house while you lay next to each other in your large bed, Cordelia was quick to reject the idea and would change the subject. You knew about the school and its purpose, everyone did since Delia aired it all on television but you masked your hurt and put it down to having so many girls running around the school and with her being headmistress it didn’t give the right impression to have a woman sneaking out in the early hours. 

Some of the older girls knew about your relationship with their friend/supreme and would come by the shop most days for their daily coffee run, apparently teaching young witches everyday requires a lot of caffeine and they got to meet you, which in their opinion was bonus as it was nice to get to know the woman who’d been keeping their friend/supreme in a daydream with a secret smile on her face most days around the academy. 

“She just has this light glow around her whenever we mention you… it’s pretty gay if you ask me but whatever, you’re kinda cool so I guess it’s cute.” Madison had commented one day in the shop, fighting back a genuine smile. 

Over the last few weeks though, you started to feel that Cordelia had been avoiding you in some way. Your usual meet up twice a week at the coffee shop seemed to stop, the reasons valid as she did run a school after all but when the texts stopped or where the bear minimum and the other cup across from you grew colder after every passing minute you realised her not turning up wasn’t just because of her duty as headmistresses, she was avoiding you. That’s when you decided to show up at the academy, determined to speak to her in person and not through rushed phone calls. You approach the black gates cautiously, the aura around the building so strong you feel an overwhelming sense of power before even stepping foot onto the grounds. 

‘Maybe this was a bad idea.’ You doubt to yourself as the gates begin to open in front of you. 

You approach cautiously to the front door and knock, hoping that Cordelia answers. The door creaks open revealing one of the familiar faces that you’re used to seeing at the shop. Zoe stands by the door looking a little sheepish. 

“Oh, hi Y/N. Does Cordelia know you are here?” She asks, her eyes darting around looking at anything but you. You frown at her sheepish behaviour. Usually, Zoe is the first one to approach you at the shop with a welcoming smile. 

“Uh, hey Zoe! No, but I was hoping to speak with her, if she’s here?” You inform, trying to look over her slender shoulders into the hallway. Zoe begins to speak but the familiar voice of your lover beats her to it. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Delia asks, as Zoe slips away back into the house. 

You take in her tired figure, her eyes no longer holding that sparkling glint. She tries to hide the wince as she leans heavily against the doorframe making you frown with worry. 

“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced, I just needed to see you. I’ve been worried about you and clearly I was right to be,” You murmur, eyeing her slouched posture as she keeps a protective hand across her waist. She smiles reassuringly at you, trying to ease your worry but you know her too well now to be so ignorant to her quiet suffering. 

“Delia, what’s wrong?” You question, leaving no room for protest. She shakes her head softly, again dismissing your concern. 

“It’s nothing, darling. I haven’t been feeling well, is all. I’m sorry to have worried you.” She brushes off, reaching her other hand out to brush against your cheek. Her teary eyes dart across your face, as if taking in every detail lingering to memorise every freckle, every lash.You lean into her touch, craving the contact from her. Your eyes lock with her honey browns, searching for answers to her behaviour but she remains silent for a moment her lips twitching into a small smile before leaning in closer. 

“How about a coffee?” She questions, removing her hand from your cheek and quickly wiping her own. “ I’m sure we have lots to discuss.” She states, stepping back into the house allowing you access. You step into the school and gape at the tall white walls full of aged paintings and grand staircase, wringing your fingers suddenly feeling inferior by the powerhouse that your lover runs. 

A soft hand wraps gently around your own stopping your nervous habits before pulling you further through the oddly quiet house. Her hand is tight around yours, as if needing it to anchor herself, but you decide not to ask about her health again knowing you won’t get the answer you are after, the truth.

“Where are all the girls today?” Cordelia smiles gently and side glances at your awe expression as you take in more of the mystery house. 

“A school trip with Myrtle and Queenie and some of the other girls like to use their free time shopping in the town centre. If you ask me, they just like to get out without me hovering over them.” She jokes, squeezing your hand to regain your attention from an old black and white photo showing a group of young witches. 

“Those girls adore you Delia, I’m sure it’s just teenage girls wanting some freedom on the weekend like every other teenager.” You comfort, smiling knowingly at her mother hen instincts and how protective she can be over her own. She bumps her shoulder lightly against yours for teasing her a little before pushing open a large door. 

“Is this your office?” You murmur,  looking around the large room with glass panelled windows behind a wooden desk. You raise your eyebrow at the desk eyeing Delia, who stands by a drinks cabinet, pouring the brown liquid into two whiskey glasses. She smirks at your subtle nod at the desk joke you made a few months back as you walk over to her, taking the offered glass before sitting on the long white plush sofa gestured to your right. Delia sits elegantly in the oval chair across from you, confusing you at her attempt to keep some distance. Her eyes follow your movements as you take your first sip of the brown liquid. 

“I want to apologise again for not messaging you, Y/N. I was being a coward by avoiding you and thinking it would work. I didn’t take into account your feelings and that was wrong of me.” She apologises, before taking a quick sip of her drink for dutch courage. You place yours onto the glass table that fills the gap between the two of you. 

“Cordelia, I’m not a child. If you wanted to stop this, you could have just said so instead of stringing me along. I really like you Delia, like a fucking lot actually. I thought we were going somewhere with this,” you confess, your voice quiet and full of doubt. Thoughts spiral in your mind, doubt creeping in as you come to the conclusion that Delia may not reciprocate those feelings. 

“I… Y/N, I like you a lot too. But I... I don’t think this is going to work. We are two very different people and not to mention your human.” She pauses as she processes her next words, her eyes full of sadness. “ I don’t think you realise just how fragile that makes you and I can’t always be around to protect you Y/N. So, I think we should end this before we get in too deep. I’m sorry darling.” Her chin trembles as she fights back her tears, her regal posture slouches as she leaves her chair and moves to crotch in front of you as you continue to stare at the white wall trying to collect your thoughts as tears fall freely. Her forehead rests softly against your knees as you blindly place your hands on top of her blonde locks. 

“You knew this from the beginning… Why did you bother pursuing me? Did you think it would be funny, see if you could get the boring ol’ human girl to fall in love with you?” You say, suddenly feeling angry by her words. She lifts her head back shocked by your accusation and stands abruptly making you copy her position, leaving you both standing off to one another. 

“You know that’s not true, Y/N. Don’t be so childish, I’m just trying to be realistic here. We tried and it didn’t work, why is this so hard for you to understand?” She spats, her hands gesturing wildly. “You know, you are just proving my point Y/N. You are so ignorant to everything around you, I’m the fucking supreme that comes with a lot of enemies and I can’t be concerned about you while also trying to protect the coven. I’m sorry you can’t seem to take this break up in a mature way.” She huffs.

“Why are you being like this?” You whisper, hands sagged to your side, defeated. 

“I’m being a realist, Y/N. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Her words are harsh, as she holds your gaze, no longer showing those sweet signs of affection. You hold her gaze a little longer hoping to see her falter and retract her hurtful words but nothing else is said, which leaves you with your answer. You laugh humorlessly before heading for the office door, your hand wraps around the door handle before pausing. 

“If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work.” You inform, loud enough for her to hear. 

“Y/N, I’m not..ugh.” The painful groan that fills the room makes you turn quickly towards the source of the sound as you watch in terror Cordelia hunching over in pain, holding her stomach area tightly. 

“Delia!” You launch forward ready to help her settle onto the long sofa you were previously sat on. 

“Hey hey, you're okay. That’s it breath for me Delia, that’s my girl.” You comfort, whispering softly while brushing wild strands of blonde hair from her now pale face. Her eyes glossy as she watches you move to fill a glass of water for her. You gently tip the water into her mouth while she holds onto your wrist delicately whispering her gratitude, you stay crouched in front of her keeping a close eye on her as you take away the now empty glass.

“What’s going on Delia, I want the truth this time.” You enforce, brows furrowed in worry. She drops your gaze as she plays with the rings on your fingers, collecting her thoughts. 

“When a new supreme raises the other must fall.” Her words full of strength and sorrow as free falling tears spill onto her pale cheeks. 

“I.. I don’t understand. You’ve only been supreme for what five years, you must have gotten it wrong... No, no this isn’t happening. We gotta talk to Myrtle, she’ll know different. You can’t die Lia you… you-” The soft hand placed on your cheeks stops your rambling, knowing eyes fall onto your own broken ones as silent tears fall between you both. 

“But we haven’t had enough time together,” you whisper weakly, leaning into her touch. The feeling of her skin against your own giving you the only comfort that’s available while Delia regains her strength from her dizzy spell. She smiles tearfully, brushing her thumb over the escaped tears. 

“Then let’s make the most of it, I don’t want to spend my last how many months on earth avoiding you and regretting it.” Her eyes full of thought as she processes her next thought. “Let’s go somewhere, anywhere. I’m just so tired of all these negative thoughts and feelings, I want to fill these months with good, happy memories, with you and my girls, but I understand if you want to let this go now to avoid the hurt later on...” She murmurs leaning her head into the cushion, her face turned towards your own, suddenly vulnerable. The sudden urge to protect her and give her everything she wants overwhelms your instincts, making you launch forward to capture her wet lips with your own in a silent promise. 

“I am going to make you the happiest woman, Cordelia Goode. I’m not going anywhere, you have me for as long as you are breathing and walking on this earth.” You vow against her salted lips. 

There are still so many things left unsaid but in this moment you are willing to savour your time with this woman and be with her, to remember every twitch of her nose, every sparkle in those brown eyes and most importantly, giving her every reason to smile that breathtaking smile until she can no longer bear it. Because Cordelia Goode deserves all the happiness in the word and if the world can no longer keep her in it, you will be damn sure to give her everything in it and more for as long as you walk on it with her. 

I’m sorry🙃x

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Fix it fic for 15x20

This is the first of many fix it’s that I will be writing, as usual read below or on ao3. Fair warning, I am still very emotionally drained so this is definitely not my best work, but it’s something and I hope you’ll enjoy anyway.

The Night We Met

Word count: 1.3k

The last thing Dean felt were the tears stinging his cheeks before he faded away, Sam’s hand still on his. 

Dean didn’t know what he expected to happen when he died, maybe a part of him assumed he’d end up back in the pit, subjected to torture and pain for the rest of eternity, but he didn’t expect to open his eyes and be in a barn. He knew it wasn’t the barn he’d just died in because there were sigils surrounding him and the sense of familiarity he felt was overwhelming. 

This was the barn he’d first met Cas in. 

It was only about a second later, that the door split open and sparks flew from the lights. Dean could make out the figure of Castiel as he came towards him, trench coat blowing behind him, gaze intent. 

If this was a memory then… he’d made it to the Silver City.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas said as he came to a stop in front of Dean.

Dean blinked in confusion, this wasn’t how he remembered this going. 

“Uh…” Dean fumbled for words.. 

Cas only smiled. “Yes, you’re in Heaven.” 

“But this isn’t… how?”

Cas’ smile grew. “You’ll see, follow me.” 

Cas didn’t wait for Dean to say anymore, he just turned on his heel and made his way back towards the barn doors. Confused, Dean rushed to catch up to him as Cas pushed his way through the doors. 

“Welcome to Heaven, Dean,” Cas said softly as they exited the barn. 

Dean squinted in the harsh sunlight and shielded his eyes with his hand before letting his vision focus. The Roadhouse stood in front of him, just as shabby and rundown as it was before it burned, and the first person he saw was Bobby, sitting outside in a chair, a beer in hand. 

“Finally decided to join us, huh?” Bobby asked as Dean approached, Cas by his side. 

Dean grinned as Bobby handed him a beer, which he took a sip of and then instantly wrinkled his nose at. “It’s good to see you, Bobby.” 

“You too, son.” 

“Is that Dean?” 

Dean felt his heart squeeze inside his chest as Ellen pushed her way out of the Roadhouse, Jo just behind her. “Ellen,” he said as he pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “Jo,” he added as he gave her a hug of her own. 

“Why don’t you come on inside,” Ellen offered, “there’s some more people who’d like to see you.” 

Dean looked over at Cas, who nodded at him to go inside. “I’ll wait for you.” 

Dean took a shaky breath and stepped into the Roadhouse. 

It was packed with people, but his eyes instantly fell on Ash at the bar counter, throwing back shots, and Pamela behind the counter tipping back glasses of her own. 

“Dean!” Pamela waved at him and Dean moved over to join them. 

“Hey Pamela, Ash.” 

“Glad you decided to make the trip through the pearly gates,” Ash said as he handed Dean a shot glass. 

Dean took the shot quickly before setting it down on the counter. “Yeah,” he agreed. 

“And Sam… is he…?” 

“He’s still alive,” Dean replied. “He’s got his whole life ahead of him.” 

“So what did ya in?” Pamela asked. 

“Vampire hunt gone wrong,” Dean answered. 

“Damn, that’s rough,” Ash said. 

Dean shrugged. “I always knew it would end that way for me, and it looks like there’s been some changes since I was last up here.” 

“Oh yeah, Cas and Jack saw to that.” 

Dean froze, excitement suddenly sparking through him. He spun around and found himself face to face with Charlie. He didn’t hesitate for a second before pulling her into a hug. She gasped into his chest but Dean just held her tighter. 

“It’s so good to see you.” 

“You too, Dean,” Charlie gasped. “But I think I’d like to keep my ribs if you don’t mind.” 

“Sorry,” he said as he let her go. 

Charlie grinned at him. “It’s okay.” 

Dean let his eyes shift away from Charlie to take in the rest of the Roadhouse. He spotted Adam talking with his mother, Rufus passed out at a table in the corner, Kevin digging into a cheeseburger while Andy talked to him, Victor Henrikson drinking a beer while conversing with Missouri, but his gaze lingered on two people whose eyes had been boring into his back since he walked into the room. 

He left Charlie, Ash, and Pamela behind and made his way over to their table. “Mom, Dad,” he said. 

John nodded at him, a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes. “Son.” 

Mary reached out for him and Dean sat down beside her and let himself be wrapped in her arms, burying his face against her shoulder. “I missed you,” he said. 

“We missed you too,” she replied. 

Dean stayed with his parents for a little longer, just drinking in the feeling of having them back, before he forced himself to stand. “I’ll be back, but I’ve got some unfinished business to take care of.” 

Mary smiled at him, almost knowingly, and patted his arm. “We’ll be here, we’ve got all of eternity.”

Dean nodded at his parents before heading back outside. 

Cas was waiting for him, just as he said he would be, and Bobby was drinking another beer. “Cas, we have to talk,” Dean said. 

Cas nodded, his lips pulled into the smallest of smiles. “I know.” 

One minute, Dean had been standing outside the Roadhouse, the next, he was in the bunker library, and it took him a second to find his footing. 

“I figured you’d want to have this conversation somewhere familiar.”

“Yeah, uh, thanks.” There was a pause before he spoke again. “So, you’ve got your wings back, huh?” he asked, trying to force some of the awkwardness from the atmosphere.

“Yes, it was one of the first things Jack restored to me when he saved me from the empty. I’m now an archangel.” 

“Well I’m not sure I missed being zapped places without being prepared, but I’m glad you’ve got your mojo back, and an upgrade, it’s what you deserve.” Dean licked his lips and took a step towards Cas. “Cas,” he said quietly. “What you said… before.” 

“We don’t have to do this, Dean,” Cas replied, he seemed wary and Dean suddenly realized that Cas must think he didn’t feel the same way. 

“No, we do. I never got to say anything back,” 

“You don’t have-” 

“Cas, would you just shut up and let me tell you that I love you too.”

Cas faltered for a second, his mouth going slack and his eyes widening. “You-you do?” 

“Of course I do, you feathered idiot,” Dean replied as he reached out for Cas, letting his hand fall on Cas’ cheek, a touch that Cas instantly leaned into. “I don’t know when it happened, but I’ve loved you for years. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you, or even if you’d want this, me.”

“You think so little of yourself, Dean. I’ve wanted to be with you since I raised you from perdition, and I’ve loved you since the night we met.” 

Dean smiled, his heart swelling with happiness. “So we can be together? Here?” 

Cas nodded. “Yes. Heaven isn’t just memories anymore, Heaven can be whatever you want.” 

Dean couldn’t take it anymore. He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Cas’. It was long and sweet and everything Dean had wished for. His hands crept under Cas’ trench coat and a light exploded above them when his fingers touched bare skin. Dean grinned at that and kissed Cas deeper. 

When they pulled apart, Dean rested their foreheads together, breathing hard. “You’ll stay with me right? So we can make our own paradise.” 

Cas nodded. “There’s nowhere you could go that I won’t follow.” 

“Good,” Dean said as he kissed him again. 

His hand slipped into Cas’ and he led him off down the hall towards his room. Sam was getting his happy ending on Earth and Dean was getting his in Heaven, and when Sam eventually joined them, everything would truly be perfect, but until then, he was content to just have his angel by his side, for all eternity.

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