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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years ago

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As The Sun Sets

King!Oikawa x assassin!prisonser!reader

Warnings — implied noncon, implied smut, trauma and traumatic pasts, Bokuto’s back, Kuroo x Alisa ship, Ushijima x Yachi ship, chains, collar, leash, not pet play, I wrote this and haven’t looked over it since I wrote it so read at your own risk, implied past abuse, alcohol (champagne), arguments, cheating.. kind of

The loud noises around you never stopped; the switching of guards at every 6th hour, the occasional thief thrown into a cell near you and leaving within the same day after Kyōtani disciplined them, it never stopped. Each and every day, you’d sit down in the cell and wish Oikawa would instead cut off your arms and legs instead of his harsh touches and never ending conversation. Time had passed to the point, you weren’t sure if your own kingdom was waiting for your arrival back home, perhaps Bokuto actually spent time with his own queen.

Your thoughts were cut off by the familiar click of heels on the marble stairs. The time of arrival of Oikawa was sooner than expected, your dead eyes looking up to meet his bright and cheery ones. “How’s my favorite captive?”

“You seem awfully chipper. Is it time for my daily lashings?”

“Someone’s masochistic,” he shoots back, his grin turning to a smirk, before it washes off. “No lashings tonight.. if you’re good. I have a special dinner planned and you’ll be accompanying me as a plus one. It’s just me and my court, no one special,” he’s cut off by Hanamaki slapping his shoulder. “Okay, mostly nobody special. Just a dinner and then we can explore the castle. If you’re bad, however,”

“I’m sure Iwaizumi and Hanamaki would have me dead before I dared to lay a hand upon your precious skin,” you quickly reply. Oikawa seems to smile at that, enjoying your awareness of the situation. “That or I’ll be forced back into my place with an audience, which is it?”

“I’d rather have your blood staining my garments and splattered on my dish than have anyone have a glance of your skin, my darling,”

“That’s gross,” Hanamaki cuts in. Oikawa gives him a look, but he just shrugs. “I’m sorry, but you’re kind of weird. Do I need Iwaizumi to smack some sense into your head?”

“Can he even handle a smack from Iwaizumi? That guys had biceps the size of my head,” you interject, reveling in the pout on Oikawa’s face.

“If he holds back, yeah Oikawa can handle it. Then again—”

“Both of you, quit it! Formal invitation to a dinner with me, I’ll pick you up before the dinner. And Makki,”

“Yes, my king?”

“No cream puffs for you!”

“Now you’re just being mean.”

Oikawa and Hanamaki left right after, but their retreating footsteps made your chest ache. It’s better to be with someone, even if it’s the people you hate, you conclude. Hanamaki makes you laugh occasionally, usually with his quick retorts to Oikawa. Even when Kindaichi comes down, he’s actually talking to you when he delivers your food. Kunimi disapproves of it, but he doesn’t do anything. Kyōtani and Yahaba are still distant, but that’s expected when they have a stick up their asses. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi are hardly down here, but Iwaizumi is usually accompanying Oikawa for his late night activities. He never looks at you, turning to stare at the other side of the dungeon or leaving the dungeon completely while you suffer. Although he left the dungeons in the beginning, now he mostly stayed back to stare at the wall.

You wonder if it’s because his moral compass wants to help you. Oikawa invited him to join, but it was quickly turned down, claiming there was no joy in torturing prisoners more than necessary. Although he was always there and never talked to you, he was close to Oikawa. He didn’t stay down in the cells to hear your screams, but his hand on his sword said he was ready to move had Oikawa’s screams joined yours. Your restraints prevented your hands from doing damage, but he’s well aware your legs and mouth are able to do a bit of damage.

Laying in the cell, you watched as the guards switched. Kunimi and Yahaba were switched to Kindaichi and Kyōtani, complete opposites. Kyōtani was more animalistic than you originally thought, going off instincts first and he had sensitive hearing, eyes glancing to your form whenever you shifted. Kindaichi was there to make sure Kyōtani didn’t do anything he’d regret, that’s all. But you wouldn’t make any unnecessary movements.

Though the wait eats you up inside.

It is what feel like hours before the Oikawa comes down, the sun lowering itself in the sky as orange rays lay across your face. Oikawa clears his throat, disturbing your peaceful nap. “Time to get dressed. Hope you can walk.” Two handmaidens enter the cell, one holding a gorgeous aqua blue dress and the other holding silver accessories. Hanamaki is down there with him, ready to attack should you make a move. The diamond shackles come off, you releasing a sigh once your wrists are freed from the heavy confines.

Oikawa doesn’t seem scared, even as he stands beside you while his handmaidens strip you and dress you up. Your wrists ache and your legs are unstable, finding the lack of shoes to be a blessing in this state. The blue gown is not too elegant, but it’s strange to be in such a formal gown when your position in the kingdom is below a commoner. Silver accents line the bodice and litter the skirt, with some being simple sparkles while others shape into different flowers. Fabric is simple, mostly tulle as it feels lightweight and easy for your weakened body to handle. Oikawa himself places the remaining silver accessories to complete the outfit — the chains. Shackles are clasped to your wrists, leading to a silver collar that is secured into place. There’s another chain leading from the collar, but the end of it is a sapphire gem, secured in a diamond crystal. Extravagant and unnecessary, but Oikawa drops the crystal and you fall down with it, unable to hold your body weight up.

“Fantastic, everything’s in order,” he says. You growl as you try to get up, but the crystal keeps you from going too far. Oikawa picks it up and gently ushers you out of the cell, dismissing the handmaidens. He walks beside you, making sure you’re able to walk comfortably, with Hanamaki trailing behind. Supporting your weight as he guides you up the stairs and lets you go at your own pace. The cold marble on your bare feet is almost burning, but the ache in your legs is from not using them for so long. The chains don’t help, adding weight to your body while Oikawa holds the end of the metal leash in his hand. It’s a struggle to get up the stairs.

Making it above the dungeons, you’re practically hissing at the brightly lit corridor. Every nook and cranny is well lit, with soldiers standing guard few in between. One soldier gets your attention, however, who has a familiar frown you’re usually only blessed to see under glimmering crystal light. Iwaizumi comes over and nods, sending Hanamaki away and down the corridor, leaving the three of you alone. “I’m sure you remember Iwa-chan,”

“Yeah, he’s always down with you. I remember him,”

“Well, this time, you’re seeing him in a new light. He’s my guard and my best friend, so enjoy the new side of him while you can,” Oikawa speaks as if he’s talking to an old friend, waving his hands around as he leads you down the corridor. The aqua colored curtains and silver items seem to bring more light into the castle than before, even as the sun takes its final breath over the horizon and plunges the world into darkness. “You should take this opportunity to ask questions, my dear,”

“Iwaizumi, will you kill me?”

“Not unless Oikawa commands it,” he’s quick to reply, as if he was expecting it. You sigh and shrug.

“Okay, fair. Why do you stick with Oikawa?”

“We grew up together. Our fathers were friends, so it was only common sense for us to be so close. I’ve seen him in every kind of situation you can imagine. He’s usually crying over a girl, though,”

“Iwa-chan! You can’t be mean to me when we have a guest!” Oikawa immediately whines, covering your ears as if you can’t hear them still. “I’m the king, I don’t cry!”

“No offense, my Lord, but you cried when you tried to drink coffee in front of Lady Kiyoko, only to then sputter and cough because it was too bitter. She downed hers black and you requested hot chocolate. With extra milk.”

“Iwa-chan!”

“Oh, we starting early?” Another familiar voice spoke. Oikawa’s hands fell from your ears and you looked at Matsukawa. He’s as tall and imposing as the day he caught you running from the throne room. “Nice to see you’re still thriving. How are you?”

“I’d be better if I wasn’t caught by a horse,” you smirk, moving to cross your arms when the chains clink and stop you. “Suffering by the hands of your king, but still alive,”

“I’m sorry, but that’s a precaution,” he finishes, patting your cheek before turning to Oikawa. You have half a mind to try and punch him but Iwaizumi’s hand falls on your shoulder. “Everyone else is seated, my Lord. Is there anything you request?”

“Have Watari sitting next to [Y/N]. She should be close to someone nice,” Oikawa commands. The doors open after he speaks, Matsukawa holding the door open as he urges the group inside. Oikawa tugs you forward, with Iwaizumi following right behind you. Watari stands from his chair, bowing to you in a brisk meeting before pulling out your chair.

“Oh, thank you, Watari,” you bow to him. Oikawa seems to have his eyes fixated on you as you settle into the table. Looking around, you seem to notice how everyone seems stunned by your arrival, but their eyes seem to be trailed to the chains and collar.

Oikawa settles down next to you, clearing his throat. Holding up his glass, full of a shimmering golden liquid, he encourages everyone to do the same. The chains clink together, but you manage a weak hold on the glass, getting Oikawa to smile. “Tonight, let us toast to those who have lost their lives and those who have joined us. With that, we shall discuss the topic of the evening: the impending threat from Nekoma and Fukurōdani.”

“Eh?” You squeak out, drowned out in the cheers from the men around you. Oikawa gently clinks his glass against yours, putting your hand down after. You lean closer to him to whisper in his ear, “should I leave? This shouldn’t involve me,”

“Oh, don’t worry. Any news spoken of will never reach their walls. You’re stuck with me,” he chirps, patting your head before turning to Iwaizumi. “Any updates, Captain?”

“A group of ten went into the forest and only two came back. They’re being treated for trauma, but they won’t speak of much besides the ‘monsters in the forest’ and ‘they’re gonna die soon’, so we don’t have much.”

“I didn’t know Oikawa’s face was in the Dark Forest. Guess Lady Kiyoko showed it around town,” Matsukawa snickers at Hanamaki’s comment, who is grinning at a glaring Oikawa. “Speaking the truth, my liege,”

“We should decree a law where you don’t say the truth unless asked, Makki. You’re much to comfortable with loose lips,”

“Well, then who’s going to tell you you’re being weird or annoying? Matsukawa, would you?” He turns to the man sitting next to him, who has a large piece of meat stuffed in his mouth. He bites down and drops it, in a rather inelegant manner.

“I could never come up with good things like you. How ever would the castle live in Oikawa was unrestrained in his rule, never to be stopped?” He dramatically sighs, an eye opened to glance at a fuming Oikawa.

“You make me sound like a tyrant! I’m a good king! [Y/N], am I a good king?” With eyes on you, you pause in your eating of the mashed potatoes. Looking at him with no emotion whatsoever, you reply.

“You tie me up and force me in chains. Do you really want my opinion? If you’re looking to a prisoner to be on your side, I have a feeling you’re below a-” yet you stop, seeing Iwaizumi’s eyes boring into yours. “Below a tyrant, but not quite the kings I’ve come across.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he nods, sitting back down. “Anyways, Nekoma and Fukurōdani will be hard pressed to reach if we can’t bypass the Dark Forest,”

“Kuroo and Bokuto.. they’re strong, but are they smart enough to know we’re infiltrating?” Yahaba asks, downing the last of his champagne.

“We could ask Ushiwaka,” Matsukawa suggests, but it’s quickly overruled by Oikawa’s firm ‘no’. “With all due respect, you’re allies with Shiratorizawa. Use it to your advantage?”

“Ushiwaka bested Oikawa’s army and they signed a treaty to be allies so Aoba Johsai wouldn’t fall,” Kunimi interjects. “Why would Oikawa-sama want to call on him for help?”

“Because we keep losing soldiers? Let’s have the Shiratorizawa soldiers die at the hands of forest ‘monsters’ instead of our own,” Matsukawa said as if it was obvious. The talk of the allegiance between the kingdoms was good news. News you could take and run with. Not only that, Oikawa confirmed that he is looking to go to Fukurōdani and is going into the Dark Forest. This is vital information.

Now only if you could leave.

The bitterness of those words evaporates your appetite, you setting your cutlery down as you stare at the unfinished food. It’s the first real food you’ve gotten since coming here, yet you no longer want it. Oikawa seems to notice you’ve stopped eating, ignoring the remarks from his court as he scoots his chair back. The action has you turning to him, only to have your body moving into his lap as you squeak. Your noises have attention on you as Oikawa cages you in his arms. “You need to eat, you know,”

“I’m.. I’m not hungry,”

“Lies. Your stomach is growling,” he puts potatoes on his spoon and holds it up. “Say ‘ah’.”

“I’m not a—” he shoves the spoon in your mouth, humming in satisfaction as his hand holds over your mouth. If you had an ounce of common sense, you’d swallow and not spit. Risking a beating or worse over eating isn’t worth it.

“Good girl, look at you,” he coos, giving you another spoonful. “Eating so much,”

“He got weirder,” Hanamaki chimes in. “Remember you have an audience, Oikawa,”

“Makki, hush. She’s enjoying it, aren’t you?” You don’t respond, simply looking at him. “That look says yes,”

“Actually, how-” he cuts you off with more food in your mouth. He seems so happy, stuffing your face with food. It’s almost the only thing you’re focusing on, had it not been for the chains and the men talking around you.

Matsukawa’s voice, once more, catches your attention. “Wish that was you, huh? Need someone taking care of our big, strong captain?” He makes a heart with his fingers, with Hanamaki doing the same beside him.

“As if. If anything, Oikawa needs to be fed properly because he’s always off doing something weird,” Iwaizumi retorts. His eyes occasionally glance at the two of you, his eyes catching yours.

“Oh yeah, earlier Oikawa was fixing his hair in the mirror before going down to the dungeons. Making strange poses, like this,” Hanamaki tries to demonstrate, puckering his lips and winking while pointing at you. You giggle at his pose, although Oikawa seems to be fuming. “Or like this,” he winks and holds up a peace sign, putting the other hand on his hip. “It’s quite disturbing, actually.”

“Oh, did he do the kissy face?” Matsukawa then winks and blows a kiss to you, who’s now fully laughing at their actions while Oikawa puts his face in your hair.

“I don’t do weird poses! I have to make sure I look elegant and kingly!”

“You act like a woman who’s never seen themself in a mirror, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi interjects. Oikawa then pouts, but you pat his arm. He seems hopeful when you do, but his eyes fall as you grin at him.

“You always look at yourself in the diamond bars, too. You love yourself that much? Narcissistic king,” you snicker. Oikawa’s jaw drops as Hanamaki and Matsukawa start to howl, as if you said the funniest thing ever. Iwaizumi sports a small smile, but he hides it by chewing on his food.

“Well, someone’s comfortable,” Oikawa pouts, but he keeps you on his lap. You’re no longer being fed by his hand, but he does take care to check if you’re still eating.

The dinner is mostly uneventful after that, turning into a mostly political discussion that involves Aoba Johsai’s army and possible future cooperation with Shiratorizawa. Oikawa keeps you secured, perfectly perched on his lap the entire time. Eventually, a guard comes in to interject, telling Iwaizumi that there’s a problem he needs to go oversee. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi leave, with the rest of everyone eventually being dismissed.

Oikawa takes you on a walk of his castle. With no other guards, you find yourself more open to talk and Oikawa opens more to you, encouraging your own tale in exchange for his. He takes you to his throne room, the place you two technically first met. He tells you about his father, how he brought him into the throne room for the first time to watch a petty thief beg for his life. A horrible story, one that makes you feel like you have to give him another story of your own. Torn between telling him your secrets and telling him nothing at all, you tell him your parents abandoned you at a young age.

“Both of them?” He asks. You nod, but his eyes show the sorrow you don’t feel. “You’ve been on your own for so long, not even a childhood friend?”

“One. We were close, but things changed as we got older. He.. changed. His mission was to protect and mine was to attack. Opposing sides, yet you’d think our friendship would outweigh that.” The tale is true, but elements are missing. Oikawa doesn’t pry, moving onto another topic. The trail down the corridor is familiar — back to the dungeons.

Oikawa comes and visits you at random times of the day, now. He offers his hand to take a walk around his castle and orders his handmaidens to dress you in some gown of his own choosing. Each walk breaks down more and more walls, soon enough you’re looking forward to talking to someone. Oikawa doesn’t pry more than he needs to, but he does encourage you to vent all you want. He’s there for you and your secrets are sealed behind tightly shut lips.

Your secrets are brisk, hardly showing too much vulnerability and brushing over the kingdom you’re from, or even what king you work for. Oikawa has an idea, but he doesn’t ask for you to go into any details. Oikawa tells you of his father and how he was cruel, saying only those who carried out his orders without questions were loyal. The ripe age of 16 wasn’t kind to Oikawa, having to wake up and find that the captain of the guard had poisoned the king, then himself. Iwaizumi was almost tried for treason, but he had been out on a mission with other soldiers and was pardoned per Oikawa’s request. They grew up together and Oikawa trusts Iwaizumi with his life, even if Iwaizumi shall turn on him one day.

It isn’t until the last walk do you spill the secrets and the names. Aoba Johsai’s garden is gorgeous, with blooming white and blue flowers, white marble fountains that hosts swans and other living creatures, frolicking in the crystal clear water. Oikawa makes it unbelievably awkward, with his constant closeness as he journeys with you around his garden. He brings up that his mother was beheaded before his eyes and his father told him that women are only meant for childbearing and are cruel creatures, only because she didn’t love his father. Oikawa has no Queen because he focused on growing and securing his kingdom, yet now he is expected to marry and have an heir by the end of the month. It isn’t harsh, it shouldn’t have broken you, but him settling on a bench in front of a red rose bush and crying has your walls shattering like glass.

“It was my mother’s favorite flower. That’s why I made so many blue and white flower bushes. This was the last thing she gave to me,” he had said, through his sobs. It was heartbreaking to see a prideful man cry in front of you, so you hugged him and told him the truth.

Your mission was to kill him under King Bokuto’s orders, sent as his personal assassin. You’re under his rule because you failed a previous mission. Finding comfort in Oikawa’s tragic past, finding it to be something nobody should carry alone, you console him. An assassin and a royal mistress for Bokuto, you abide by each one of his orders lest you find your own blade turned on you. Oikawa turns to hug you, letting you cry into his own chest and just sit in the garden, under the setting sun, ranting about anything and everything.

“Bottling things up isn’t good, you know. That’s why I have Iwa-chan. He seems mean, but he’s never once attempted to hurt me,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Bokuto seems like a tyrant,”

“He’s a good guy, he’s just... he’s the best warrior in the kingdom and prides himself on being the best king to live. He used to be cruel and merciless, but he has his moments. He can be soft and has his down moments, he just hides them behind closed doors. He was cruel to me, but he’s changed,” you try to reason, but Oikawa looks at you. “Really.”

“What would you get if you killed me? Let me guess, freedom? He would let you go? After you killed the king with security tighter than his? If you managed to kill me, you wouldn’t make it past the entrance of my castle,” the confirmation of accepting a doomed mission is bitter in your mouth. “You’re valuable. Bokuto wouldn’t just let you go like that. He’s not planning to give you freedom,”

“No, that’s— that’s wrong, he promised-”

“But I can offer you salvation. It’s not freedom, you’ll be stuck here, but you’ll be able to be free of Bokuto’s clutches. Will you take my hand?” Oikawa leans back, showing you his hand. Looking st you, you don’t move.

“What.. what is it?”

“Be my queen, [Y/N]. Bokuto can’t reach you if you’re here with me. Can you honestly tell me you want to go back?”

The thing is, you can’t. Taking his gloved hand, he brings you into his embrace and presses his lips to yours. For the first time, your hands clutch his shirt and you kiss him back.

It’s only a promise in the garden, yet the next morning, you find yourself in Oikawa’s bed, laying next to the naked king. It’s a strange thing to wake up to, but Hanamaki is entering the room shortly, quickly covering his eyes. “I saw nothing,”

“Hanamaki, not to be rude but, you’ve seen me change like 20 times. Why the hell are you turning away?”

“I’m a respectful man! I wouldn’t look at a lady and my future queen with such indecency,” he says, only go and try to wake up Oikawa with closed eyes. His words stun you, having the previous night really settle in and Oikawa actually asking for your permission before indulging in your body. Then the questions pops into your head, remembering Oikawa’s offer. A look at your hands — chains are gone and a silver ring with sapphire is on your finger. That settles that dilemma.

“I’m up, I’m up! What is it?!” Oikawa shouts, popping up from his cocoon. Hanamaki sighs, eyes still closed.

“I know you had a busy night, seeing as we could hear you, but you have responsibilities. Tonight is the banquet with the other kings. News of you getting a queen spread like wildfire, so they’ll probably want to deal with that before anything else,” Hanamaki explains. Then he points in your direction, though it’s at the wall. “And you need to be ready for their onslaught of questions. These kings prefer political marriages over marriages of love, so you need to know how to defend yourself.”

“No need. They wouldn’t dare ask her any questions if I’m taking care of them. I’ll be down shortly, let me dress.” Hanamaki bows and leaves, letting you heave a sigh as the door clicks shut. “Don’t worry, my dear. Bokuto won’t be able to lay a finger on you.”

“Bokuto’s going to be there?! He probably thinks I’m dead, Oikawa!” You panic, getting out of the bed to dress yourself. “I can’t— Kaori will be there too, yes? I can’t do that,”

“You’re untouchable, completely safe in my arms,” he’s behind you, hugging you close. “I’ll have you seated beside me and put Ushiwaka’s queen next to you. She’s harmless and sweet, you’ll be fine. Bokuto will look, but not touch. Trust me.”

Trust him, you do. As the day passes, you’re thrown into different outfits and putting on heels that make your feet hurt. Your hair is done elegantly, as if you haven’t been living in a dungeon for almost two months. Make up is done to make your face look a bit more lively, compared to the dead inside look you normally have. By the time Oikawa sees you again, it’s time for the dinner. You’re brought to the doors of the dining hall, listening to the chatter from inside. Bokuto’s voice is loud and clear, making your insides churn. But Oikawa is right next to you, smiling and letting your hand rest of his arm. Iwaizumi announces the two of you and lets you both walk in.

Avoiding Bokuto’s eyes, you settle down in the chair, but you feel him staring at you. Kaori has a small gasp that is quickly overlooked, but you’re sure it’s because of you. Ushijima and Kuroo seem to be on edge, but another king you don’t know of seems at ease. Oikawa settles down and clears his throat, requesting the food to be served.

“Oikawa, what is this?” Bokuto speaks through gritted teeth, yet his eyes are on you. Oikawa grins, holding your hand for him to see. “She doesn’t look like anybody we know about.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, Bokuto-san,” Oikawa begins, ready to spin the tale of your meeting together. “We met as she was tending to my garden. She would offer me an ear and listen, then I would listen to her troubles. Soon enough, we were both falling in love. She told me her family is going to have to move soon and I offered her a reason to not leave. Her position is but a commoner, yet I love her as if she was royalty,”

“Oikawa, shouldn’t you focus on expanding territory or a political gain over love?” Ushijima interjects. His booming voice startles his queen, which prompts him to lay his hand on her head and apologize. “If you want love, there are mistresses you can take up,”

“Yeah, Oikawa, love isn’t the reasons we get married. You have options, you know? Some nobody gardener isn’t worth it,” Bokuto’s words cut deep, even if they’re based on the lie spun. Kuroo interjects, before Oikawa can say anything.

“I don’t see a problem. I married my queen for love, so it shouldn’t be a big deal?” He tries to ease the tension, smiling warmly. Bokuto’s quick to create more tension.

“Kuroo, you married Lady Alisa because you expanded your territory to the Northern continent and gained three new ports. Love or not, she came with political advantages,”

“Ushiwaka, didn’t you marry for love, too? Yacchan didn’t have much political gain, the Princess of a kingdom in the southern isles. You got a port and some handful of new citizens, not that great,” Oikawa says, folding his hands and smiling at Ushijima. Yachi mumbles to herself and twiddles her thumbs, but doesn’t do much else. You pay her arm and smile, trying to make her less uncomfortable.

“To be fair, unless you go to another continent, there aren’t any women who can stand up to the challenge of being a queen,” the strange king says, then gestures to his queen. “Mai was given to us as an offering by the previous Dateko tribe,”

“Futakuchi, I don’t think that counts as either political nor romantic reasons for marriage,” Oikawa says, but quickly dismisses it. “The point is, I’ll marry who I want to marry and I chose to marry this woman. She will be my bride and give me an heir. That is final.”

Nobody speaks against him, but the seriousness of the situation has you feel queasy. Leaning over to Oikawa, you tell him you’re not feeling good. “Iwa-chan, take my queen-to-be to her room, she isn’t feeling well,”

“Yes, your majesty,” he bows and helps you out of the chair. Guiding you out of the room, you take a quick glance to Bokuto, seeing him still watching you. It makes you feel even worse. The doors shut behind you and Iwaizumi leans down to whisper to you. “Do I need to walk you to your room or do you need fresh air?”

“Some fresh air, please. I don’t really want to go back,” You mutter. Iwaizumi nods, then gives you directions to the garden. “Thank you, Iwa-chan,”

“Don’t push your buttons,” he growls out, waiting for you to leave before entering the room again. Seeing as you’re mostly alone, you sigh and take in shaky breaths. You’ve never felt so helpless before, unable to do anything or save your pride. Kaori and Bokuto expected you to be dead, not sleeping with Oikawa. But now they— no, he knows. He will find you and use honeyed words to bring you back, but you must be strong.

A throat cleared behind you has you whirling around. Expecting someone you’re familiar with is a given, but you didn’t expect to see Bokuto standing at the entrance. “Hello, my little bird,”

“Go away, Bokuto. I don’t want to deal with you,”

“I told you to kill Oikawa, not sleep with him. Now you’ll be his queen? Do you not want your freedom? Or is this an elaborate plan?” His arms are wide as he moves towards you. You back up, watching his face drop and pout. “Not a plan, is it?”

The lack of care in his words make you think he’s gotten rid of any guards nearby. Deciding your life is better than telling the truth, you lie. “I’ll come back. I got caught my first day, so I need to wait for an opportunity.”

“That’s my girl,” he’s close enough to hug you, pressing your body close against his. “I’ve missed this. You next to me. Me inside of you,”

“That’s vulgar and very gross, sir,” you cringe. He laughs, but it’s short. Then, he’s tilting your head up by your chin. “Boku-” he cuts you off with a kiss, pressing his tongue against your lips. Wanting him to leave you alone as soon as possible, you let him kiss you and bury your fingers into his sleeves. His grip on you tightens, a growl from his throat as he lets his hands brush against your ass. Feeling his intentions go beyond a simple kiss, you retreat and look away so he doesn’t pout. “Not here. Not now. You have to wait.”

“Then I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you to be with me once more and I await the news of King Oikawa’s lifeless body. Remember what I can give you. Oikawa wouldn’t grant you freedom, only I can,” he murmurs the last bit in your ear, pressing a kiss against the shell before leaving. The wind blows as you retreat further into the garden, feeling your cheeks wet with tears.

With only the sun setting as your companion, you find yourself wondering if you made the right choice.

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #king Oikawa series #tw.alcohol #tw.noncon #tw.abuse #Mr. Tōru #tw.cheating #Oikawa.Angst

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jimlingss · 4 years ago

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The Ultimate Drabble

➜ 1.8k || OT7 || Fluff

➜ When all the worlds collide together.

► This is an ambitious crossover of all the main male leads of my slice of life series. Albeit short, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thank you for joining me for such a long journey. It took over four years, but I’m glad that I was able to complete it and that you, the reader, was along the wild ride with me.

Ringg Ringgg.

The elevator sings as he gets off the right floor. The doors part and he steps out, adjusting the sleeves of his fitted black suit that hug his broad shoulders one last time and brushing a strand of his sleek hair that’s parted to one side away from his forehead.

There’s already a bustle, music and conversations leaking out from the conference hall.

But when Seokjin enters, he isn’t sure where to go.

People are already mingling, holding glasses of champagne, laughing and making small talk. No one greets him and he dawdles around for a second before he decides to approach the harpist playing at the side, right by the entrance.

“Excuse me, do you know who the event coordinator is?”

The long-legged boy lifts his head, fingers still plucking at his harp strings, but he exhibits utter confusion. His black rimmed and gawky glasses are sliding off his nose, coffee brown hair barely combed. But in his polite smile, dimples appear on each side of his cheek. “I actually don’t know, sorry. I’ve been trying to figure out who the event coordinator is too. I’m just a hired college student.”

“Oh. Well, that’s quite alright. Thank you.”

“No problem.” The boy continues plucking, playing a lovely piece to fill the background noise.

But Seokjin is back to square one.

Or at least for only a few minutes.

As soon as he arrives at the refreshments table, he catches someone’s eye and they beeline straight towards him. “Excuse me, are you Mr. Kim?”

Seokjin turns around and finds a smiling man with plump lips, rounded cheeks, and crinkled eyes. But despite the boyish exterior, Seokjin recognizes him from the shows he’s been to. He’s Tony award-winning Broadway actor, Park Jimin.

It was admirable that someone like him, with fame and power, would selflessly host such a charity purely for the betterment of humanity. Everyone these days seems to have ulterior motives, but the man looks to be the exception.

“Yes, I am.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Park Jimin.” The two men shake hands. “I couldn’t thank you enough for being one of the sponsors of our events.”

“It’s my pleasure. Valleyview Kim Hospital will always help support child welfare. If anything, I should be thanking you for reaching out to me. I wouldn’t want to miss out on such a great opportunity.”

The pair of them exchange a bit more conversation before Jimin is leading Seokjin to his designated table.

“This is Jung Hoseok,” Jimin introduces and Seokjin is taken aback.

The man is tall with dark hair, dressed in a fitted suit with his sun-kissed skin glowing. He has high cheekbones with a long nose, mere presence commanding attention. But when he glances up and stands, the natural furrow of his brows seems to soften intentionally like he’s still practicing how to not look intimidating.

“Nice to meet you. I’m a partner of Jung and Park, a divorce law firm here in downtown.”

“I’m Mr. Kim Seokjin, I’m the chief executive officer of Valleyview Kim Hospital.”

“Oh, I’ve been a few times.” The lawyer seems to ease and he smiles.

“Have you?”

“Yes. Fortunately, nothing bad happened but you have an amazing team of doctors on hand.”

“Thank you. I’m glad we were able to accommodate and treat you fairly.”

Jimin smiles and moves onto the next set of people that stood from their seats to greet Seokjin. There’s a plump man who has a wide smile and a younger boy next to him. The latter has eyes the colour of a deep chestnut shade, a softened yet strong gaze. His features are gentle, cheeks rounded, lashes long, hair that looks fluffy to the touch and naturally pouty lips.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you! I am Mr. Min, president of Brilliant Top School. One of the best secondary schools in the country, and this is my son, Min Yoongi. He is a high academic, actually, the Student Council President that runs the internal affairs in our institution—”

“Dad,” the high-schooler calls in a husky voice, eyes drooping as if he’s exhausted and doesn’t want to be here.

Seokjin can empathize with him. Social events aren’t exactly exciting half the time.

“It’s nice to meet you. I look forward to hearing more about your school soon.”

They all take their seats, getting comfortable and Jimin smiles. “Dinner will begin shortly. Feel free to mingle and order any drinks or refreshments. There’s also auctions in the lobby if you haven't already taken a look. Thank you again for coming.”

The charity fundraiser looks like it’s doing well for itself. There appears to be plenty of sponsors from all across the board, different people from all kinds of different industries. Seokjin’s glad that so many can come together for such a great cause.

“Do you know who the empty seats are for?” he asks when curiosity gets the better of him.

The lawyer looks up from his menu. “Apparently, it’ll be where the First Lady is sitting.”

“The First Lady?” His brows raise in surprise.

Hoseok nods. “She was the biggest sponsor of tonight’s event or so I’m told.”

And soon enough, much to the bafflement of Seokjin, the First Lady indeed emerges. There are pictures taken with the hired photographers, people that approach and introduce themselves, shaking her hand. Swarmed by the masses, it seems like she can’t even get to the table without being stopped every few seconds. But eventually she arrives and everyone stands in courtesy.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Kim.”

“Likewise.” She smiles and introduces the boy Jin didn’t notice was behind her. “This is my stepson, Taehyung.”

“Hi,” he grunts half-heartedly. His blonde hair is a mess, clothing rather baggy, and the scruff all over his chin never once gives hints that he’s the wealthy son of a world leader. He doesn’t have brand name clothing, a polished appearance, or luxurious watches to his name. But despite appearing rugged, he looks not that much older than a mere college student.

“Hello.” Hands are shaken, greetings exchanged, but Taehyung doesn’t look like he wants to be here. Both he and Yoongi, with no words said to one another, seem to telepathically exchange mutual respect in that way.

A smile finds itself on Seokjin’s lips — he can still remember when he was that young and unimpressed with the world.

“Thank you for your contribution to this country.” Mr. Min is shaking the First Lady’s hand excitedly. “The funding you have put into education has helped us run so many programs for our students, like our scholarship program. The previous administration was looking to cut education, and it was absolutely terrible! It’s nice to know that there’s someone sitting in office who genuinely cares about the well-being of our children and the future generation.”

The woman is laughing politely, and this time, the principal’s son looks like he has no plans on stopping his ramble and the president’s son doesn’t look like he particularly cares either.

The former grabs his non-alcoholic champagne and downs the whole flute.

Soon, the conversations slow down and the music becomes quieter. The lights dim, and a single spotlight is put on the podium in front of the room. Jimin enters the stage, tapping the microphone once and then he flashes a brilliant smile.

“Good evening, everyone and welcome to the Break the Silence charity fundraiser. Tonight is about helping children find their voices, supporting child welfare in broken homes, and promoting the education of children in need. So, thank you for coming here tonight and aiding this great cause. Without the support and sponsors of tonight, I would’ve never been able to host such an event.”

The Broadway actor continues with his speech, speaking about each of the sponsors for the non-profit fundraiser and the bidding that’s happening in the lobby, and where the proceeds will go. Afterwards, it dials down to a more casual discussion of when meals will be served and when the bidding results will be announced.

“Thank you everyone who came here today to support the cause.” There’s loud applause that erupts through the room and the actor smiles, walking off the stage.

The harp player in the corner continues playing and plucking away at his strings, and promptly enough, the meals are served. Seokjin finds easy conversation with Hoseok. It never goes anything beyond polite work talk but he’s rather easy to speak to and Jin muses that he’s quite professional.

The First Lady is swamped the entire night, so there’s little he can say to her. Her stepson, on the other hand, doesn’t seem like he wants to talk and neither does the highschooler who’s found often texting on his phone with a smile that sometimes sneaks on his lips. His father isn’t bothered enough to ask him who it is on the other side — he’s too preoccupied speaking about the scholarship student program at his institution to other people mingling around.

But eventually, dinner is finished and dessert is served.

Though not before the chef comes out to personally introduce the dish.

“Good evening, I hope you enjoyed your dinner tonight.” The man who approaches has doe eyes and dark hair flopping to the side. His black dress shirt is tucked into his black trousers hugging his muscular frame. Apparently his name is Jeon Jungkook, a World Renowned Chocolatier, or at least what Jimin had commemorated at the beginning and what Mr. Min had whispered about prior to the dish being served. “This is a chocolate ball created by using Amedei Porcelana, a dark chocolate made by the Amedei chocolatier of Tuscany, Italy. The chocolate on the side that you pour onto the ball is a sweeter milk chocolate, and there’s crème brûlée ice-cream inside with truffle shavings.”

“Thank you.” The First Lady picks up her fork.

Mr. Min is in awe. “This is absolutely wonderful.”

And for the first time tonight, Yoongi and Taehyung look like they’re actually alive and not half dying.

“This looks delicious,” Seokjin affirms and Jungkook smiles.

“Please, enjoy.” The man continues on his way, a waiter following behind him and rolling the silver cart to help distribute the desserts.

It’s odd. Seokjin feels a sense of familiarity with these people. And in spite of being surrounded by complete strangers, he enjoys his night wholeheartedly.

The event continues, food finished and the bidding results announced. After a little more mingling, people begin to bid their farewells and Seokjin parts away from Hoseok, shaking the man’s hand once more with a promise that if the lawyer ever needs something from the hospital, then he’s just one call away. It’s an acquaintance-relationship built on mutual respect.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Kim.”

“It was a pleasure.” Jin shakes Jimin’s hand one last time. “Feel free to contact me if you ever plan on organizing an event like this again. I would love to contribute to great causes.”

“I will.” They exchange smiles.

It’s a peculiar night, but not a bitter one.

It’s sweet.

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Ack anon I'm sorry. Tumblr ate your ask and I'm 🔪 But I saved your ask to put on the Google Doc so don't fret! I have it!

“Hi Ghastie Ghast, I wanted to share a prompt with you lol. I decided to go more holiday theme’d because it’s never too early to get into the holiday spirit.

“Your favorite winter drink was back on the menu, so I decided to surprise you with it.”

Please enjoy this prompt lmao”

The nickname made me -_- but hi Little Gray Circle Dude With Sunglasses! Thank you for sending me this! I had fun writing it. I'm assuming you wanted a Destiel fic, so that's what I wrote! (Also bonus points for Saileen as a background ship?) I sort of strayed a little from the prompt and the tone gets heavier as it goes on… 👀 I also accidentally wrote more than intended, so you can read it on Ao3 if that's easier. (And maybe give it a kudos because you’re the best?)

Title: Black Coffee Derangement Syndrome

Ship(s): Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy.

(Basic) Tags: Fluff, Slight Angst, Domesticity in the Men of Letters Bunker, Established Dean/Cas, Established Sam/Eileen, Using black coffee as a metaphor for hypermasculinity, With a whip cream style topping of internalized homophobia. *Finger guns.*

Warnings: Coffee gatekeeping and small sections of fluff that are as sweet as Cas’s Starbucks order. Also I’ve been to Starbucks once. Maybe twice? (Also a single mention of a drug that's commonly found as white powder, the non-descriptive comparison of Sam’s stupid health stuff with emesis, and use of the name that the figurehead for Germany in WW2 bore, just to be safe.)

Rating: T? Maybe? For language?

Word Count: 9k+

Quick thanks to my awesome beta @walksinstarllight! They are a poet and a writing sorcerer (wizard without a hat), and the only reason this fic even makes sense so please go shower them in kudos. (You can find their work here.)

Another thanks to @internetintroverts, who described a peppermint mocha to me in like 300 words because I drink black coffee and know nothing of anything ever. You can find their work here! (There's an Easter egg of one of their fics in this one hehe.)

The first thing Dean did when Cas got back from the Empty was give him coffee.

Okay no.

The first thing he did was fall into Cas’s arms and grip that stupid trenchcoat until his knuckles turned white. Shaking and laughing with hot tears streaming out of his eyes, he told him he was an asshole for leaving him like that. And to never, ever do it again. With blurry eyes and all other thoughts hazy, he told Cas he could have it, he could have what he wanted. Whatever he wanted. He told Cas he loved him too.

But then the next thing was coffee.

Caffeine is a hunter’s number one best friend, and since Cas was human again, Dean knew Sam was going to come at him with his stupid green health drinks and herbal tea. As Cas’s knight in shining armour, (a title used by Dean and Dean only), it was his duty to protect him from the disgustingly liquified rabbit food.

Now he expected Cas to like black coffee, you know, like a normal person.

But no, oh no. Apparently, he was dating a heathen.

Dean had to actually rub his eyes the first time he watched Cas fix his own coffee. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, mouth agape.

Cas was leaning on the counter, humming some song that Dean could neither recognize, nor would he approve of, thank-you-very-much.

(Ok it was Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift and it's entirely possible he's listened to it once or twice but he still doesn't approve of it, thank-you-very-much.)

He held his yellow and black striped, bee-themed ceramic mug Eileen had bought him in one hand, and the entire five-pound bag of cane sugar in the other. And there he stood, happy as can be, pouring it directly into his mug.

Dean rubbed his eyes again.

And not even like, a normal amount either.

He just kept pouring, and pouring, and Oh my god he’s still pouring. Dean thought. It would honestly be more believable if it wasn’t sugar at all, and instead was in fact Cas’s secret stash of cocaine.

Dean might actually have to put sugar on the grocery list after he was finished.

His thoughts traveled back to Ishim doing the same thing with his coffee, in the tiny little diner Cas had set up as a meeting place. Dean had barged in that day, not thinking of his brother mocking him, or the possibility of danger inside. His vision was as tunneled as his thoughts focused only on Cas, not caring about anything else.

By that time the following day, Dean thought they were both going to die. The bloody and uneven sigil on the wall, Cas no more than ten feet away. Not quite within a comforting reach. The room was spinning from the blow to his head, and he could barely make out the words being spat from Ishim’s mouth.

“You blast me away, you’ll blast away every angel in the room. I’ll survive. Castiel, on the other hand, he’s hurt. He might live, or he might just end up a bloody smear on the wall.”

He almost lost Cas that day.

The blood rushed to his ears as his instincts sought out the mark on the wall. Ishim had told him to roll the dice, but in his head he couldn’t look past the chance of rolling a one. Watching the acrylic cube bounce until it decided Cas’s fate. There was no dilemma, there wasn’t even a decision to be made. He would always choose Cas over himself. Silent acts of care he could never vocalize.

An inability to speak formed from fear and cowardice. Like a lion in his stomach scratching at the words until they fell back down his throat.

And it was that inability to speak that led Cas to think he was nothing more than a tool for the Winchester’s to use.

He almost let Cas believe he meant nothing to him.

Dean cleared his throat. “Mornin’ Sunshine.”

Cas set down the bag of sugar and picked up the pot, the glass making a small clink as it hit the top of the coffee maker. “Goodmorning Dean. Would you like any coffee?” He greeted cheerfully, turning around like he hadn't just put enough sugar to make a pound cake in his coffee.

“Uh.” Dean was still caught off-guard by Willie Wonka over there. “Sure Cas.” He took the coffee pot from his hand and muttered a thank you.

“So,” Cas started while Dean reached into the cabinet for his own mug. “What ingredient do you suggest I put in my coffee this morning?”

“Uh...I don't know man. I drink my coffee black.”

“Yes I know you’re boring Dean, but you can still help me not be.”

“Black coffee isn't boring it's-”

“Dean, if you say ‘manly,’ I will sit you down and make you eat only spinach and kale for a week.” Sam said, walking into the kitchen, hair still spiked up from sleep. He used one hand to sign the words, his other one occupied by Eileen, who was sleepily shuffling closely behind.

Dean looked aghast. “I would starve.” He attempted to sign his indignant response, hands moving sloppily while holding both his mug and the coffee pot.

“I think that's the point.” Eileen said, laughing. She looked at Cas. “Is Dean gatekeeping your coffee aspirations again?”

“Yes.” He answered, ignoring Sam’s laugh and Dean’s huff of exaggerated outrage.

“Have you tried cinnamon?” Sam suggested. “You like Dean’s apple pie, and that has cinnamon in it.”

“I’m not so sure about that, Sam. Dean told me not to ever take cooking advice from you.“

“And I stand by that.” Dean interjected suddenly.

“I can cook!”

“Ehhh…” Eileen’s comment bought her a look of betrayal. “Though Sam may be right on this one, you might like it.” She shrugged.

“See.”

Cas pondered the thought for a moment. “Perhaps I will then.”

“Do we have nutmeg?” Eileen said, breaking away from Sam’s grip to check one of the cabinets. He walked to the other side of the kitchen, intending to look through the spice rack, knowing exactly what his girlfriend was getting at.

“You better not mess up my damn kitchen.” He said quickly. “Or you're organising them all next time.”

Sam rolled his eyes, knowing full well Dean would never let him organise the kitchen. Eileen looked through them, carefully turning the bottles around until the labels faced her. She pulled out the cinnamon and clove while she was looking for the nutmeg.

“Found it.” Sam called from the other side of the kitchen, walking over and putting a hand on Eileen’s shoulder.

“Thank you.” She said with a smile, grabbing the plastic spice jars.

She individually tossed each one to Cas. “Use these, it will taste like a pumpkin spice latte.”

“And don't forget the milk.” Sam added.

Cas scrambled to catch the spices, successfully grabbing two of them out of the air, the third one intercepted by Dean.

“What’s a pumpkin spice latte?” He looked at Eileen before snatching the bottle of cinnamon from Dean.

“It's a famous drink you can get at Starbucks.” Sam answered.

Cas tilted his head to the side and squinted at him. “What's a Starbucks?”

“You know, the coffee shop Alex and Patience drag Jody to all the time.” Dean said.

“I’m pretty sure Donna drags her there too.” Sam added. “Something about girl’s date night out.”

“The one Claire says is for ‘basic bitches’?” He lifted his hands, forming air quotes as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Dean answered, quietly laughing. “That's the one. She’s probably right, too.”

Cas carefully put the different spices in his coffee, eyeing the mug warily. His light brown coffee now had specs of...stuff in it.

(And unbeknownst to him, there was also a small pile of sugar at the bottom, the coffee so saturated it wouldn't dissolve any more.)

Eileen laughed at the look on his face. “It's good, I promise.”

Sam turned to look at her. “How would you know? Most of the time you get hot chocolate and spike it with bourbon.”

“You’re the one who gets a Pink Drink.”

Dean choked on his coffee. “What?”

“It's strawberry and coconut milk, and it's delicious.”

“Sure it is Sam.” Eileen jabbed.

“So what I'm getting here is that not only have you two been to Starbucks often enough to have a regular order, but Sam gets something called a ‘Pink Drink’?”

“No…” Sam started, trying to find a way to defend them. “Sometimes we…”

“...Make our own drinks.” Eileen snapped her fingers as she finished for him, attempting to save them from the endless stream of good-natured insults Dean would throw at them otherwise.

“Well you two are a real Martha Stewart, aren't you?”

“Yeah, except she's a convicted criminal.” Sam attempted to snark back.

“So are you!”

Before either of them could respond, Cas shoved his mug into Dean's face. “You have to try this, Dean. It tastes like pumpkin pie.”

Dean carefully grabbed the hot mug from Cas and took a sip. He was right, it did taste kinda like pumpkin pie. He took another sip, letting the pleasant flavor sit on his tongue. The different spices mixed perfectly together.

“I mean it's… okay.” He lied.

Dean contemplated his pumpkin themed food options. “Though I would rather just have pumpkin pie.”

Cas took his mug back. “Fine. More for me.” He said with a smirk, mimicking the look Dean gives him every time Cas says he doesn't want anymore bacon, before taking another sip of the makeshift pumpkin spice coffee.

Dean smiled at him, setting his own mug down and moving Cas’s out of the way to pull him into a kiss. He could smell the nutmeg almost as much as he could taste the cinnamon on his lips.

“Mmm we should bake pumpkin pie tonight.” He said, pulling away just enough so he could talk.

“I would like that.” Cas answered. “All four of us could make pie. According to the 'mom blogs', as you call them, it would be a good family bonding exercise.”

“That’s right. And if they want any pie, they gotta help make it. That means more for us if they refuse.” He grinned.

“A win-win situation, really.” Cas smiled before tugging Dean close so their lips met again.

“I love you.” Dean muttered.

“I love you too.” Cas said softly.

Behind their backs Sam and Eileen were fake-gagging at their sickly sweet interaction, but secretly just glad the two of them had finally gotten over their stubborn (and oblivious) selves.

Sam was honestly overjoyed to see his brother finally happy. He would even go as far as saying finally willing to be himself, too. (Not that he would ever say this outloud. Sam can practically see Dean’s eyes roll farther back into his head than should be possible at the words.) All four of them had gone through more shit in the last few months than any normal person would in their entire life. They were all just lucky to be alive, and with that, learning how to savour the little moments of overly sweet normalcy.

(And the pumpkin spice-life Dean had secretly been longing for since they were little kids.)

So of course they were going to help bake pie.

---

“I want to try Starbucks.” Cas said the next morning, both of them still in bed.

Dean groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Can I ask why, or is this one of those, 'I'll tell you later’ disasters like with the slime ingredients?”

“I want to try all the human things that I didn't get to try last time.” He said offhandedly.

Dean pictured Cas’s hurt face when he had told him he couldn’t stay, smile broken as Dean’s own heart shattered from the look the newly-human angel was giving him.

He wanted to tell him it was going to be okay, that Cas himself wasn’t the reason, but the lion in his stomach clawed the words down faster than even the thought of ruining Sam’s chances at survival could.

With a pang of guilt from the memory, Dean pulled himself closer to Cas and rested his head on the other man’s chest. He wrapped his arms around him, trying to preserve as much warmth and comfort as he could until they had to inevitably get out of bed. “Only if you let me sleep like this for thirty more minutes.”

Cas smiled. “Oh, are we making deals now?”

“I’d sell my soul for you.” Dean said cheekily, which earned a glare from Cas. “Believe me, I know.”

After a beat he went on. “Fine, you have a deal.” Before Dean could celebrate by tugging the covers over their bodies, Cas added another clause to their agreement. “But... in true Crowley fashion, you have to seal the deal with a kiss.”

Dean lazily threw his arms into the air. “Victory.”

He turned over, pulling himself upwards until he was just inches from Cas. Cradling the angel-turned-Winchester’s head in his hands, Dean placed his lips on Cas’s, melting into the touch as he felt the other man’s arms wrap around his torso.

When he broke away from the kiss, Dean found himself face to face with the most beautiful smile he had ever laid eyes on, one born from adoration and love. Cas’s eyebrows were slightly scrunched up, but for once it wasn’t a sign of confusion when met with some obscure eighties rock reference. It was a tiny expression of care, and it was one that was truly Cas. Not Jimmy’s, not even one Cas had picked up from him or Sam. It was completely and wholly Cas, and a completely and wholly human thing to do.

He realized Cas had been doing that long before the Empty stole his grace.

Dean smiled back at him, relaxed. Like taking in a deep breath after being under murky water for forty years. He brushed a loose strand of soft, brown hair into its place, before falling back into his spot and closing his eyes. “Crowley would be proud.” He whispered with a soft laugh, smile deepening as Cas joined him.

When their quiet laughter died out, there was a pause, air stagnant and in its own sleepy haze

“Oh and Dean?”

“Hm?” Dean turned his head to look at him, eyes not failing to glow with their unusually bright, green pigment. He took a deep breath, the lids of his eyes already started to slowly fall back down again.

“The slime wasn't a disaster. You enjoyed it.”

“I did.” He muttered sleepily, a loose smile forming on his lips as he drifted off to sleep. Cas laid there, running his fingers through the other man’s hair, contentment and admiration showing itself in every feature on his face.

This was more than he could have ever wanted.

---

“Dean. Dean wake up.” Cas was excitedly whisper-shouting in his ear like a kid on Christmas morning. It was exactly thirty minutes later, (he had counted), and Cas was ready to get moving.

“No.” He answered back, mimicking Cas’s tone.

“But you’re like a cat.” He teased. “You're on me and I can't get up.”

Dean sighed. “I can't believe I let you talk me into this.”

“It didn't take much convincing.”

Dean rolled over to give Cas a playful glare, but was met with the saddest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen, completely throwing him off his guard.

“I'm going to kill Sam for teaching you that.”

Cas just continued to give him that look.

“Fine.” Dean relented, sitting up with a yawn and thinking about how he will now never be able to win another argument.

“Get dressed.” Cas said excitedly. “We're going to Starbucks.”

“Hooray.” He gave a sarcastic laugh, but a smile creeped on his lips.

They walked out of their room together, heading towards the bunker’s library. Dean slid in one of the chairs, turning Sam’s still-open laptop around and waking it up.

Cas, meanwhile, turned to a random page of the lore book resting on the table and started reading in an attempt to pass the time.

The sound of Dean typing filled the air. “So, I just looked it up, and do we have to go to Starbucks?”

“Yes.” Cas said simply, not looking up from the book.

Dean groaned. “Cas there isn't one in the county, let alone Lebanon. That's probably why Sam and Eileen make their own.”

“Where's the closest one?” Cas asked, his blinding, blue eyes glaring at the back of Sam’s computer like he was trying to will the coffee shop to be near.

“I thought it was across state lines and in Nebraska at first, but it looks like there's a small one in a town called Washington. It's about 80 miles from here.”

“Let's go!” Cas excitedly straightened his trenchcoat and headed towards the door.

“Or, we could leave Starbucks to the fourteen year old girls.”

Cas turned back around and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure their entire demographic is fourteen year old girls, staff included.”

Alright, smartass. Dean thought, struggling to hide a smile.

Cas walked out the door, expecting Dean to follow.

“It takes an hour to get there, our coffee’s going to be cold by the time we get home, and it's freezing outside.” Dean muttered under his breath, but he grabbed his keys off the table and stood up, willing to follow Cas to the ends of the earth if it meant he would stay with him.

Not that he was going to enjoy this trip. In fact, he was currently doing the opposite of enjoying, and they hadn’t even gotten into the car yet. Starbucks. Starbucks. Really, Cas? Of all the places he wanted to go, it had to be Starbucks. He couldn’t want to explore humanity through Target or something?

Even Claire wouldn’t be caught dead in that place, with all the frou-frou toppings, elaborate drink mixes, and colourful, drizzled syrup. The people who go to Starbucks are the kind of people who like coffee that doesn’t taste like coffee. Teenage girls who might as well just be drinking whip cream, and that was without considering the seasonal drinks they fawn over.

Seasonal drinks that shouldn’t legally be allowed to be referred to as coffee.

Dean couldn’t believe he ever agreed to this, but still, he begrudgingly followed.

---

Using the GPS on Cas’s phone, (Dean said his insane directional skills helped out too), they found the Starbucks relatively easily once they were in the little town.

They parked the Impala, and Dean looked at the modern building. The green lettering contrasted with the tan plaster walls, spelling “Starbucks.”

He heard Cas get out, his feet making a crunching noise as they hit the gravel, and watched from across the top of the car as he started towards the coffee shop. Dean looked at the building warily, reluctance painted on his face.

Cas was telling him some random fact about a bird he saw, but Dean could only think about his reputation that was about to shatter like a vase dropping on tile floor.

Reputation with who? He didn't know.

Well, he had a vague idea, but chose not to let his thoughts wander that far.

It was okay. This was fine. He could swallow his pride and-

“Ooh. The peppermint mocha looks good.” Cas was reading the limited edition drinks on the drive-thru menu as they traveled across the parking lot.

Dean was going to barf.

They walked into the building, immediately hit with the overwhelming smell of excessive amounts of flavoured syrup indoused coffee. Dean glanced around the well-lit building, taking note of the many different people there.

(He wasn’t about to have any black-eyed minions reporting his Starbucks order to a very judgmental Queen of Hell.)

Cas pushed Dean’s protesting body into the line, looking pleased with the many different options written on the menu overhead.

He enjoyed the small touch of Cas’s hands on his back, moving him forwards to the line, but was grateful Cas was careful not to let them linger there too long.

He was still wary about doing… this, in public.

He knew Cas was patiently waiting for him to be ready, so he didn't know how to tell him that he might never be.

The teenager working the cash register interrupted his train of thought. “What will it be for ya?”

“I would like a peppermint mocha please.”

“Alrighty. And you?”

“I'll take just a black coffee.”

The barista looked unimpressed. “And your names?”

Dean grinned. “John and John.”

“No relation.” Cas added.

The barista just sighed. “How do you want me to differentiate the two of ‘em then?”

“Oh you can put ‘John Bonham’ on mine.” Dean replied.

“Comin’ right up.” Their tone didn't change, still just full of apathy that could only be perfected by the work of a burnt-out teenager.

Dean and Cas walked down to the end of the counter and towards the pickup section. “Now tell me, Castiel.” He stressed his partner’s name. “Who’s John Bonham?”

Cas sighed, but the corner of his mouth upturned in a grin. “John Henry Bohnham, affectionately referred to as ‘Bonzo’, born in 1948 and was most well known for being the drummer of the rock band ‘Led Zeppelin’.”

“Mmm very close, but unfortunately you forgot the word ‘best’ in front of ‘rock band.’” Dean smirked before leaning in for a chaste kiss.

“You should have said I was ‘John Bon Jovi.’” Cas said, smiling.

“Why? Because you’re only good at this sometimes?” Dean closed the gap between them.

As soon as their lips met, Dean pulled away instinctively, realization hitting him like a hunter with a bat as his eyes widened in terror. “I-I'm sorry, I didn’t...” His words faltered as he looked around at the people sitting in the coffee shop, all of which were paying no mind to them.

He felt sick, guilt gnawing at him from a pit in his stomach.

“Hey, it's okay Dean. You know I'm perfectly fine with public displays of affection, and no one else even saw us. There's no need to apologize.”

“Yeah-h.” He said shakily. Before he could figure out who he was apologizing to, a voice from behind the counter called.

“I have an order for a mister ‘John’ and ‘John Bonham’.”

“That's us.” Dean spat the words out quickly, turning around to take them from the barista’s hand. He rushed out of the door, the small tinkling sound of the welcome bell and the blood rushing to his ears drowning out the sound of Cas’s call from behind.

He sat in the front seat of Baby, knowing he was being childish. Dean took a shaky breath and tried not to think about it.

About what the hell he was thinking, kissing Cas out in public like that. The judgemental eyes- black or not- that were watching. He thought about what his father would say, mind instantly going back to a moment in his childhood he has tried to forget since it happened, wondering where he went wrong.

About the time John had caught him and Lee, ignoring the weak excuses Dean was stuttering out. Skipping town faster than they had done in years.

About how the left side of his face had been a yellow-ish purple for weeks following, and the sore spot on his arm from where he caught the pavement as he flew towards it.

About how he had told Sam he just fell on a hunt. “Don't worry kid, you should have seen the vamp when I was done with him.” He swung his fist around in slow motion, pretending to punch an invisible enemy as his little brother giggled in childish bliss.

About how John never looked at him the same. The disgust in his eyes, harsh words on his lips.

About how he vowed to never disappoint his father like that again, and their joint hatred for that part of him. Sometimes it felt like the only thing they could agree on.

About how somewhere, somehow, he had decided Cas was different. That he somehow didn’t count, and that losing him hurt so much, was such an egregious pain, he wanted as much of Cas as he was allowed to have. And how that was something insurmountable stronger than the twisted, sick feeling John had placed in his gut.

He remembered something Cas had told him once: “Hatred isn’t a natural trait, Dean, it’s a learned one. A baby isn’t born with the ability to hate, it’s passed on from one broken soul to another. Love, love however. That’s something different altogether.”

Cas’s hand on his shoulder pulled Dean out of his thoughts. “Hey.” He said softly.

“Hey Cas.”

“I love you.” He got in the passenger's seat, taking his coffee from Dean’s still frozen hand.

“I love you too.” He whispered absentmindedly, staring straight ahead and seeing nothing but thoughts from the past. His mind fighting an internal battle, logic telling him that what he had with Cas wasn’t wrong, and even though everything from fate to God had tried to wedge itself between them, it was still the most right thing he had. And he knew that, but his dad’s drunken, booming voice echoed throughout his head, telling him that he was dirty. Telling him the Winchester men had no place for someone like him.

“You better stop that now, boy. Bad things happen to you when you’re weak.”

At the time he had taken that as a warning, rather than a threat. But now Dean wasn’t so sure.

It’s not even that his Dad was particularly religious. He wasn’t told that it was a sin, or that he was going to Hell. Though it’s not like that particular statement would have been wrong. He thought with a bitter laugh.

While the thoughts in his head were screaming mercilessly, the drive home was in a simple silence. The only noise being Cas’s occasional sip, and the sound of soft fabric rubbing against skin as Cas moved his hand in small, comforting motions against Dean's back.

When they got to the bunker, Cas, who was genuinely impressed that Dean managed to drive them home without crashing into a tree, pulled Dean out of the car and gently shook him out of his self-imposed stupor.

“Your coffee's cold.” Cas said with a laugh.

Dean blinked a couple times, clearing the fog from his mind, before laughing along with him. “And who’s fault is that? You were the one who insisted on traveling across the state to get it.”

“Do you want some of mine?” Cas asked. “There's a little bit left, and I held it next to the heater. It should still be lukewarm.”

“No thanks, Cas. I can go make some in the kitchen.”

“But what if I want you to try it?” Dean glared at him. “Don't make me do Sam’s ‘puppy dog eyes’ again.”

“Okay, okay. You win.” He put his hands up, mimicking a surrender. “I'll try some of your stupid, Christmas cookie, candy-cane flavoured coffee thing or whatever.” They started walking towards the entrance to the bunker.

“Peppermint mocha?”

“That's the one.”

Cas laughed at him.

“Oh just, give it here.” Dean said. He took a long sip from the disposable cup. He could taste a vague hint of whipped cream mixed in with the coffee, its light fluffy texture sticking to the last swallow of smooth liquid in the bottom of the cup. The chocolate and espresso rested on his tongue, and the peppermint was strong and refreshing. He took another sip.

“Does that face mean you like it?”

Dean looked at him guiltily. “No.” He opened the bunker’s door and started walking down the metal stairs.

“Yes you do.”

“No, I don't.”

“You took a second sip.”

Dean reached the bottom of the stairs first, and walked over to the War Room table to set both coffee cups and his keys down.

“So? I was trying to make sure I properly understood the flavour. Since when is that a crime?”

“You wanted to properly understand a flavour you didn't like?” Cas walked up to Dean and pulled the nearest chair out to sit down.

“What are you two arguing about this time?” Eileen asked from the library.

Cas clenched both of his hands into fists, putting the right one on top of the other. He made small, circular, stirring motions with his right hand. “Coffee.” He signed swiftly, movements fluid.

“Ah. That makes sense.” She spoke the words.

“What makes sense?” Sam asked, walking in from one of the hallways, making sure Eileen could see his lips before speaking.

“They're arguing over coffee again.”

Sam glanced at both of them, before his eyes reached the two cups on the War Room table.

“Wait a second… Dean?” He looked at his brother, before turning to face his best friend. “Cas?”

“Yes, Sam?” Cas answered.

“Did you two go to Starbucks?”

“I don't want to talk about it.” Dean grumbled.

“Yes, we did!” Cas sounded way too excited to be referring to coffee. “I got a peppermint mocha, and Dean tried some and liked it.”

“I did not.”

“I don't care what coffee you like, Dean. What I do care about is that you went all the way to Starbucks, and didn't bother to ask if we wanted to come.”

“Not cool Dean.” Eileen walked in, shaking her head and hiding a smile.

“I might have thought about buying you two drinks, but there was no way I was ordering yours with a straight face.” He looked at Sam. “And it's an hour away, they wouldn't have been hot or cold or whatever they're supposed to be by the time we got here.”

“Well then we'll just have to go back, all four of us.” Eileen put simply.

“It's an hour away.”

“We know.” Sam added.

“Let me say that again, in case you weren’t listening. It's an hour away. For coffee. That isn't even that good.”

“I beg to differ, Dean.” Cas said.

“Yeah I'm definitely with Cas on this one.” Eileen agreed while Sam nodded along.

“No. There's no way I'm getting back in Baby to drive all the way to Starbucks again.”

“Fine. We’ll go get our own.”

“With what car?” Dean said, very sure of himself.

Sam snatched Baby’s keys off the war room table, which in hindsight was probably something Dean should have expected.

“Let's hope Sam doesn't have too many shots of espresso.” Eileen said, faking concern. “I would hate for your baby to pay the price.”

“Fine. I'll drive you.” Dean grumbled while Eileen double fist-pumped her win.

Cas looked very pleased with the thought of getting to try more coffee.

---

They left shortly after, the drive over painful for everyone except Dean, who listened to the same four songs on repeat the entire hour.

(It’s their own fault, really.)

---

“Can we please listen to something other than Bob Seger on the trip home?” Sam complained as he slammed shut the door to Baby’s backseat.

“You’re just mad you didn’t get shotgun.” Dean said, closing his own door. “Besides, driver picks the music, everyone else shuts their cakehole.” Sam mouthed the words along with Dean, having heard the speech a million times before.

Eileen and Cas got out, neither one of them had any desire to input on their squabble, and were instead engaged in their own, quieter discussion.

Both brothers continued to argue until they walked into the Starbucks.

“Ah. There's the scent of overpriced coffee I missed.” Eileen joked as she took her first breath inside the building, using her hand to waft the smell towards her.

“What are you getting?” Cas asked Sam.

“I want my usual, and Eileen, what are you having?”

“Hot chocolate with espresso shots please. This place doesn't sell liquor.” She shook her head sadly and Sam laughed. “Good thing I brought my own.” She winked at them, opening her jacket just enough so they could see the inside pocket and showing off her flask.

“Oh, now that would be a Starbucks I would go to.” Dean said.

“You two wait in line.” Sam pointed to Cas and Dean. “We’ll save a table.”

Dean looked like he wanted to protest, but they walked away before he had the chance. Cas leaned over towards him. “Don't worry. I'll order Sam’s.” He very conspicuously winked.

Dean smiled at his attempts of regular human interaction, before over-the-top winking himself.

“Can you order for us? I need to talk to Sam about something.”

“Sure thing…” Cas had to think before finishing his sentence. “...buckaroo.”

Dean outwardly cringed. “Keep trying, you'll get there eventually.” He patted Cas on the back, which was slightly moving in a chuckle.

It was good to see Cas filled with so much simple joy. Face creased from laughter rather than stress, he seemed so much lighter. Happier. It was only a small sliver of what he deserved, but it was something. Maybe he could live with driving an hour to get what he assumed was half-decent coffee.

“What would you like?” Cas asked him, eyes still filled with a sparkle that only comes from gaining something you thought you lost.

“Uh.” He thought about it for a moment, almost considering branching out into the unexplored terrain that was the dark green menu with small, white text, before shuddering at the thought.

“I think I'll take that expensive black coffee I didn't get earlier.”

Dean was not going to turn into one of those people, if he had any say about it.

Cas walked into the line, leaving Dean to scan the room, furiously waving Sam over when his eyes found their booth.

“Sam.” He sounded like he was trying to whisper, but his volume raised far higher than that. The patron closest to Dean gave him a look before turning back to their work.

“Sam, come here, it's urgent.” His brother turned to look at him, rolling his eyes before getting out of the booth.

“What do you want?” He said once he reached Dean.

“Sam. Help. What do I do?”

“About what?”

“About what kind of coffee Cas is having.”

“Oh god, Dean let it go. He's not going to only ever drink black coffee. Contrary to popular belief, former angels do actually have souls.”

Dean ignored the implications that he didn't have a soul, too distracted by Cas. “But look.” He motioned his head towards where Cas was standing, next in line to order. “He’s eyeing the weird fruity drinks.”

“Dean. It's Cas. The man’s favorite food is PB&J. What did you expect him to have, taste?”

“Alright that's rich coming from mister Pinkity Drinkity or whatever the fuck.”

“You walked into a Starbucks and ordered black coffee, I don't think I'm the wrong one here.”

“Wait, wait. Shut up. Quiet.” He hit Sam on the shoulder in a childish attempt at getting him to stop talking so he could listen.

“Ow. That hurt.” Sam muttered, before turning to watch Cas, which Dean was already doing.

“I would like to try a…” Cas methodically scanned the menu again. “A ‘Passion Tango Iced Tea,’ please.” The barista took no mind to the excessive air quotes.

“It's not even coffee.” Dean said to Sam, clearly distraught. He turned to look back at Cas.

“And your name sir?”

“Lizzo.”

Dean threw his arms up into the air. “I can't believe this is the man I love.” His voice cracked like he was holding in tears of anguish from listening to Cas order.

Sam just rolled his eyes at the theatrics. Right, and he’s the dramatic one.

“Aw. You're in love.” Sam held his hands up, forming a heart and mocking his brother.

“Oh shut up. What are you, seven?”

“Is Cas your gay thing?”

“You shut your mo-”

“What are we gossiping about?” Eileen whispered, cutting Dean off and causing them both to jump.

“We're not gossiping.” Sam said indignantly.

“Sam started it.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“This is where I call you two ‘asshats’, right?”

“It's ‘assbutt.’” Cas said, walking up to them and catching the tail end of their conversation. “And that's my line.”

Cas handed them each their drinks, before excitedly trying his own. He put the plastic cup up to his mouth, almost missing the straw. When he swallowed the cranberry-colored liquid, his face relaxed in pleasure.

“I know this one isn't coffee, but it's really good.”

“We didn't get coffee either.” Eileen said. “So don't worry, Dean's the odd man out here.”

Dean glared at her before trying his own coffee, and well, it was coffee. The point of buying expensive caffeine still went straight over his head.

The four of them went over to their thankfully-still-available booth and sat down. Dean and Cas sat on one side, both instinctively choosing the side that faced the door, with Sam and Eileen sliding into the seats directly across from them. They sat there, talking about nothing in particular, and certainly nothing of importance, before falling into the natural art of storytelling.

Aside from killing monsters, that’s what hunters did best. Sitting around and sharing stories. As tiring and dangerous as their lives were, some hunts were worth sharing exaggerated and hyperbolic versions of, especially over drinks.

Sam’s favourite story to tell changed every time, and one would almost be inclined to believe that most of it wasn't real, but the wildest parts also caused the most merriment. (Dean pretended he hadn’t witnessed the whole thing, sparing Sam by not telling the other two how it actually went down.)

Eileen shared of her time in Ireland. “Foreign country, foreign monsters.” She said with a wink, telling of creatures neither Sam nor Dean had even read about.

Dean’s favourite story to tell, aside from the fact that he killed Hitler, was the time he got to solve a mystery with everyone’s favorite talking dog. And yeah, all three of the people that sat at the table had heard both many times before, but that didn't matter, it was still enrapturing to hear them again.

Cas had millenniums to choose from, but always found the most interesting hunts to be the ones with the Winchesters. He also had many hilarious stories about his adventures with Crowley, but he was less fond of those.

“I remember once, Dean went on a hunt with Dad.” Sam started. “Nasty vampire, it got a hit or two on Dean. I think you guys went with another hunter. Young. About your age, actually. Uh…”

He snapped his fingers, trying to recall the name. “Lee. That's it.” Dean looked up from the coffee right as Sam said it. “Do you remember him?”

Something flashed in Dean’s eyes, but his brother didn't seem to notice.

Cas, who was used to admiring every minute detail of Dean's expression and posture, didn't miss the ever so slight, yet sharp, inhale. Or the way he swallowed before speaking, trying to clear the small lump from his throat.

Dean noticed too, internally rolling his eyes at his own reaction.

“Yeah it's been a while, but I remember him.” Dean was blatantly ignoring Cas’s burning stare from beside him, and the fact that he had stabbed Lee through the chest just last year.

Cas made sure no one was watching before gently placing a hand on Dean’s thigh. Knowing it would comfort him from both intuition and experience. Dean stiffened under the touch, but after realizing no one could see where Cas’s hand was, he visibly relaxed.

“What happened to him?” Eileen asked innocently.

“Oh uh, a hunt I think. Most of us go that way, I assume he was no different.” Technically Dean dealt the final blow, but it was the entrancing call of the monster, greed, and the life Lee and Dean had both secretly wanted, that caused his former-friend’s downfall in the end.

“Yeah.” Sam said solemnly, suddenly lost in his own thoughts, most of which were riddled with grief.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, letting the weight of their many losses wash over them like a tidal wave.

One made of espresso and milk rather than the rough waters of the sea.

---

The ride back was more manageable, Dean allowing them one song choice each, complete with a warning to pick wisely.

(They all very cheekily chose the songs they knew would bother Dean the most.)

---

Full on coffee, cookies Dean bought for them at Starbucks, and brimming with contentment, (as well as the fact that they spent half the day in the car), Cas suggested to Dean that they “hit the hay” as they stepped back into the bunker.

They laid there in silence, breathing in scents of comfort, coffee, and each other, until Cas eventually drifted off to sleep.

Dean, however, continued to lay there. Thinking.

He remembered the first solo case John sent him on.

Something curled inside his gut.

They had been two nuns, their fate a product of hate crime. Put to death for simply being themselves.

Dean didn't blame them for coming back as ghosts.

He remembered the words - ones he would soon learn were slurs - that John would spit out like acid.

Or offhandedly toss like they didn't bear enough weight to shatter the window of a person's self-image.

It had taken him almost forty years to realize that very same window inside of him was in sharp, jagged pieces. Cutting anyone and everyone who came near.

It had taken Cas dying to start picking them up again.

He turned to look at the man next to him, relaxed and blissfully sleeping. His chest moved up and down rhythmically, and Dean slowed his breath to match until he fell into a surprisingly peaceful slumber.

---

When Dean woke up, the other side of his bed was cold.

He didn't panic, knowing full well that Cas probably ran to the bathroom, or was pouring another mountain of sugar in his coffee.

Losing Cas again to the Empty had ripped him apart, but months of spending every night with his partner left him with less nightmares and waking in cold sweats then he had since before Hell.

Dean also learned that his own presence was enough to fight off the demons of solid, black goo that plagued Cas’s head at night.

He was finally starting to understand why life seemed to lose all meaning when Cas was gone, and from there he could slowly start to rebuild both of them.

Dean heard soft padding noises as socked feet walked down the hall, and there was a knock on the bedroom door. "S'your room too, Cas. You don't have to knock." He laughed, words slightly slurred from just waking up

Cas walked in, wielding two mugs of coffee and a proud look shining in his eyes. “I made us coffee.” He said triumphantly, handing one of the mugs to Dean.

“I put chocolate and peppermint in your coffee.”

Dean fake-gasped. “You monster. Ruining the integrity of my drink like that.”

“I'm a human, you ass.” Cas responded, a smile tugging at his lips. “Besides, I know you liked mine yesterday.”

“I did not.” He said, discontentedly crossing his arms. “I only drink coffee that's as black as my soul. Darker than the night sky. Hotter than the bunker’s computer when it overheats. As manly as-”

“Oh, just drink your damn coffee.”

“Fine.” He groused. “But I'm not enjoying it.”

Cas raised an eyebrow at him, before setting his mug on the bedside table and sitting down behind Dean. The bed creaked underneath him as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist. “Is this why you and Sam never use umbrellas?” He joked.

Dean laughed.

Cas rested his head on the crook of Dean’s neck and whispered. “You know you don't have to pretend.”

“Pretend what?” Dean asked softly.

“You know.”

“That I don’t like flavoured coffee?” He said with a snort.

“Sort of.” Cas hugged him tighter. “No one’s going to think any less of you Dean. You’re allowed to like the things you like.”

“I know.” He resigned.

“John isn't here anymore.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” The words barely came out as a whisper, hot tears betraying Dean’s eyes as they silently leaked out and ran down his cheeks.

He tried to wipe the tears away, hearing his Dad’s voice in his head and knowing he was being stupid.

Dean couldn't help but think of himself as a small, living-room window, from an old, dilapidated house. Stained yellow with age. Cracking from wear.

He let the drumming of his Dad’s words in his head be drowned out by Cas’s voice.

He couldn't unwrap the fuzz from around him, so he didn't know what Cas was saying, ears seemingly filled with cotton. It was just the knowledge alone that he was there. That he was holding him and whispering comforting words into his ear. That even as a human he could heal Dean at his lowest points, and still see him as the brightest, strongest, soul.

You don't really know what a picture is going to be until it's done.

Maybe that window is a beautiful stained-glass portrait.

“Uh.” Dean cleared his throat. “What-what do you have?” He indicated Cas’s coffee by angling his head towards where it sat on the nightstand.

“I made iced coffee.”

Dean just looked at him, astounded, eyes widening. “You mean it’s not hot?”

“Yes, that's where the ‘iced’ in ‘iced coffee’ comes from.” He said very seriously.

They both sat in silence for the next hour, peacefully drinking their coffee and enjoying the presence of one another.

---

When they got out of bed and ventured into the rest of the bunker, they found Sam and Eileen in the library.

They were sitting in adjacent chairs, with Eileen laying her head on Sam’s shoulder and reaching for her water bottle on the table. They were reading a book together, but Eileen shook Sam indicating she had seen them walk in.

“Goodmorning.” She greeted cheerfully.

“Mornin’.” Dean pulled up a chair across from them, and watched as Cas did the same.

“What are you two reading?” Cas asked.

“The Men of Letters’s Bestiary.” Sam said.

Dean snorted. “Ah. Doing a little light reading are we?”

“We're thinking about filling in some of the pages.” Eileen added.

“Yeah, for all of the stuff they have here, it's surprisingly empty.” Sam continued flipping through some of the pages, most of which were blank.

“Heh. I should put you in that thing, Cas.”

Cas let out a laugh. “Right. Because I’m a good example of an angel.” The sarcasm was masking something else in his voice.

“If it makes you feel any better, you’ve always been my favourite angel.” Dean only realised how sappy he sounded after it came out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I’ve heard the rest of them are dicks.” Eileen added.

Cas smiled at that, seemingly back to normal.

“Right, well you three can do that, I'm off to the Dean Cave.”

“Or…” Sam started.

“We could go back to Starbucks.” Cas finished, nodding his head enthusiastically.

“Yeah... that's not where I was going with that, but I like where your head’s at, Cas. We should definitely go back.”

“Eileen?” He asked.

“Hell yeah.”

“Dean?”

Dean pressed his mouth into a thin line and glared at him. “Yes, sure, fine. But we're not making this a daily thing.”

“That's fair.” Cas agreed. “It's probably not very healthy.”

He went to grab his wallet and keys before Sam could start his speech on the nutritional value of green things, and Eileen snatched her water bottle off the library table as they all got up to leave.

---

Dean gave up on letting them choose the music after snickering and requesting “Friday” by Rebecca Black for the third time in a row.

(It wasn't even Friday?)

---

Dean stepped out and closed Baby’s door in the parking lot of Starbucks an hour later, kicking the loose pieces of gravel on the asphalt for the third time in two days.

“We might as well just live here.” He said, tone dripping with sarcasm.

“I wouldn't make that offer if I were you, Cas looks like he’d be totally on board.” Sam laughed.

Cas went and stood beside Dean as they started walking towards the building, smiling.

“What?” Dean asked, question genuine and free of all malice.

“Nothing.” Cas answered, smile not faltering.

His eyes revealed nothing but pure devotion for the man he was staring at. A silent promise, one without pressure, that he would be standing there, and Dean could take the leap anytime he wanted.

Dean was slowly inching towards the end of the diving board.

---

“I think I'll just drink my water.”

“Oh that's exciting.” Sam joked. “If I got you a lemon to go with it, would you be able to handle that?”

“Don't talk to me about my drink, when yours is a vivid green puke colour.”

“Hey, at least it actually has a colour. And a flavour at that.”

Dean couldn’t believe those words were coming from the same man who drinks exactly a hundred and one ounces of water a day. (Which, according to Sam, is the recommended amount for males, as stated by the Institute of Medicine.)

(Dean didn’t care.)

“Fine then.” She turned to look at Dean. “Get me the strongest thing on the menu.”

Dean laughed before turning to Cas. “Let's just go get in line before we suffer at the hands of the Leahy like Sam.”

Sam and Eileen went to look for a place where they could all sit again, playfully bickering the entire way.

While he was standing in line with Cas, Dean looked over at his brother, and found him and Eileen sitting at a small table in the corner.

Cas was still helping him learn ASL, so he caught parts of their conversation.

“If Jack is in every drop of rain, do you think he's in your water?” Sam signed, trying to contain his laughter.

Eileen pushed her water away with a look of disgust. “You’re lucky I love you.” She answered back.

“I know I am.”

He watched her silently laugh before turning back to look at Cas.

They really did have it good, didn't they?

“What are you ordering, Dean?”

Dean stood there silently, contemplating. He internally weighed his pros and cons, mind leaving the menu entirely. While there was still a lot of shit he had to work through, (shit he had been actively not working out his entire life), there wasn’t much of a decision to be made.

He would always choose Cas.

“You know what?” He reached out and grasped Cas’s hand firmly. “I was thinking about being less boring. What ingredients do you suggest I try?”

Cas smiled warmly, reaching the crinkled corners of his eyes. “They have a cinnamon flavoured one. That’ll be almost like apple pie.”

“Will it really?” Dean’s tone was dismissive, but there was a smile on his face.

“Yes, Sam told me.“

“Not that I trust Sam’s judgment, but okay, I think I’ll take one of those.”

“I'm going to have a real pumpkin spice latte this time.” Cas seemed very pleased with the aspect of buying something they could make it home, but Dean wasn't going to fault him for it.

The patron in front of them finished ordering, clearing the way for Cas and Dean. The barista from the first time they went caught sight of them and made a face. “Wait a minute. I think I know you two.”

“Yes, we came here yesterday.” Cas helped. “Well, we actually visited twice, but you weren't working the second time.”

“Right... John and John, how could I forget?”

“This time we're ordering for four though.”

“I would like a…” Dean squinted at the menu, looking for the cinnamon flavoured coffee. “‘Cinnamon Dolce Latte.’ And my devilishly handsome friend here will take the pumpkin spice version.”

“And what are the other two drinks and names?”

Dean whispered something in Cas’s ear. “I'll drink the coffee, but I won't budge on this one.”

“That's okay Dean, you’ll get there eventually.” He whispered back.

The barista looked unimpressed with them. Again.

Dean cleared his throat. “Ahem, sorry. The tall one with the stupidly long hair,” he pointed towards Sam, “is getting…” he trailed off before looking to Cas for help.

“I don't know, man. It was something sickly looking. Cold? Green? Possibly tea?”

“And Iced Green Tea Latte?” The barista suggested.

“That's the one. His name is Jimmy.”

“And the lovely lady sitting next to him would like the strongest drink you have. Her name is Robert.”

“Her name is Robert…?” He slowly pointed towards Eileen, sounding unsure of himself.

Or them.

“Yup.” Cas said.

Eileen gave a little wave from across the room.

He gritted his teeth in a very clearly fake smile. “Coming right up.”

They paid for their coffee and picked it up, taking the travel cups across the room and towards Sam and Eileen.

Cas took a sip from his pumpkin spice latte, gleefully smiling. “As much as I like trying different drinks, I think I might start just getting this one. It's my favourite.”

Sam leaned over to Dean, neither one taking their eyes off of Cas. “Should we tell him the drink is seasonal?” He glanced at Sam, before staring back at his partner, whose face was beaming like a literal ray of sunshine.

Dean’s face softened. “Nah. Let’s not ruin his moment.” He took a sip of his cinnamon coffee and damn, it was delicious.

Nothing at all like apple pie, but still delicious.

Cas walked over to him, making eye contact in a silent question. Dean nodded with a small smile, and Cas took his hand.

“I love you.” Cas whispered.

“I love you too.” He whispered back.

They didn’t whisper to hide, and it wasn't because he was ashamed. It was because that exchange was just for them.

Dean leaned in and softly kissed Cas.

Now that was to tell everyone in the shop that his devilishly handsome friend was spoken for.

Slowly, the sun would come out and shine through the stained-glass window, shadow portraying the picture of an angel.

And alright, fine, Dean could admit that he enjoyed the peppermint mocha.

He thought about it for a moment, before giving a light chuckle, realising something.

“What?” Cas asked, turning to look at him with a soft smile resting on his face.

“Nothing.” Dean whispered, squeezing Cas’s hand in his. He took a sip from his coffee, relishing in the warm and cozy flavour enrapturing his tongue.

He was only thinking that maybe, just maybe,

Cas had changed him too.

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Dean held the glass door open for the other three, and they all walked out onto the asphalt, laughing, and making their way towards Baby.

The street lamp overhead flickered, and all four of them froze.

“Did anyone happen to get the salted caramel macchiato?” Dean whispered.

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Fall From Grace, Pt. 10

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: smut and fluff... the tiniest pinprick of angst (like minuscule). Language, of course.

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious.

AN: Lots of references to our other fave prosecutor. Can you spot them?

WC: 2837

S/O to @prurientpuddlejumper for the Kneef gifs!

Back at your apartment, Bryan had you against the wall. He nuzzled your neck, causing you to shiver. Two large warm hands rose up the sides of your thighs before slipping under the hem of your skirt. He hooked his fingers under the straps of your panties and tugged. The flimsy lace underwear you wore tore easily. He nudged your legs apart with his foot.

The sound of a belt unbuckling and clanging to the floor followed by a zipper sent a thrill up your spine.

Bryan’s breath was warm on your ear as he pressed himself along your ass. You instinctively pushed back, desperate for more. Bryan nipped your ear as he stroked your soaked pussy with his cock.

“Like the song, we’re reunited and it’s going to be so fucking good.” Bryan purred. “Now place those arms on the wall and bend over more a little, sweetheart.”

--- Flash Forward to Four Years--

At the speed in which Bryan paced in front of you, you were certain the handsome litigator was going to wear a hole in the carpet. “Well?” He asked exasperated. He tugged on the collar of his navy polo, feeling warm and constricted.

“Two more minutes Bryan. These things take time.” You gritted. You rapped your freshly manicured nails along the counter. “I can’t tell who is more nervous. You or I.”

Bryan stopped his pacing to glare at you. “This is life altering news.”

“Gee, whizz, you don’t say.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “You are not making this any easier.” You stood straight and marched off.

“Where are you going?” Bryan called out after you. He followed you, basically nipping at your heels.

“To get something to drink.” You replied. “I need something to settle my stomach. I think I saw ginger ale in your fridge.”

Bryan sighed. “I need something stronger.”

You returned with two low ball glasses. “Whisky on the rocks for you. Ginger ale for me.”

Bryan took the drink and with his free hand, pulled you in. “I love you. No matter the results.”

You cupped his bearded cheek. “I love you too.” You were about to stand on your toes to press a kiss when a buzzer sounded. You gasped and thrust your drink into his hands.

Bryan watched your form disappear back into the room. There was silence and Bryan swore inwardly. “Okay, time for plan B.” He muttered before downing his drink in one shot and then downing yours. You walked back out into the room. Your face was unreadable initially and just as he was about to say something, you broke into a big smile.

“I passed! I passed the bar exam! I’m a lawyer!” You shouted before running full-speed into Bryan’s arms. The glasses dropped to the floor, shattering into a million pieces as Bryan scooped you into his arms.

“I knew you would. I am so fucking proud of you.” Bryan replied before capturing your lips with his. Any tension you had, melted away and you allowed yourself to sink into his embrace.

“Let’s celebrate!” You exclaimed.

Bryan’s eyes twinkled. “I have just the place in mind. Go pack your bag while I have this cleaned up.”

You cocked your head and raised your brow. “And where exactly will we be going?”

“You’ll see.” Bryan replied huskily. As you turned, Bryan swatted your ass. You looked back at him and the look on his face was absolute sinful. Your heartbeat began to race in anticipation.

Thirty minutes later, Bryan had finished securing yours and his bags to the rear rack of his motorcycle. You tightened your helmet before hopping on and held Bryan tightly. Bryan kicked his motorcycle into gear and off you went, leaving his luxury apartment in the Gold Coast behind.

“You have a yacht? Since when?” You asked as you and Bryan walked down the slip taking in the sight of the boats at the marina.

“Not my yacht.” Bryan winked. “Someone who owes me a favor. Come on.”

“Welcome aboard.” A man in a captain’s uniform greeted. “I’m Captain Williams – it’ll be my honor to take you along Lake Michigan. It’s a beautiful day for sailing; could not ask for better weather.”

Once on board, another member of the staff came to greet you two with two flutes of champagne. You both followed and were given a tour. When you imagined a three-bedroom, two-bathroom living space with a spacious kitchen and butler’s pantry, life on the water did not come to mind. The boat was outfitted in a subtle palette of champagne, ivory, platinum, stainless steel and chocolate brown.

Each room boasted an oversized, sumptuous bed clothed in supima cotton percale linen and a cashmere throw. In addition, the seating was Italian leather. There were two fridges, a below-deck engine room, a two-mode table that phased into a dining and cocktail table, Corian benches and an icemaker. The 40-foot yacht combined the timeless appearance of a bygone-era cruiser with stylish design and high-tech engineering. The opulent master ensuite featured beautiful Spanish hexagon tiles with a light running through it to create a sensual oasis. There was glass wall separating each bedroom and to your surprise, the glass could be easily blacked out with a frost effect at the touch of a button creating privacy.

Finally, you and Bryan were alone again. You hopped onto one of the lush beds and almost sank into it. As Bryan chose some music to stream, you gasped at the skylight above the bed. The Illinois sky above was crystal clear, nary a cloud in the sky. The yacht’s engine roared quietly beneath you as it departed from the marina.

“This is too much,” you murmured, turning to Bryan who joined you in the bed.

“You deserve everything.” Bryan praised, as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “You worked so hard. And as a reward, now I am going to fuck your brains out.”

“And what if I hadn’t passed? What was plan B?”

“Plan B was going to be to take you here anyway and fuck your brains out.”

You let out a giggle before moving closer to him. You ran your hand over his toned arm. “You’ll be my sponsor, right? At the swearing in ceremony?”

Bryan’s hands ran up your leg. He stopped at the top of your thigh and began to rub small circles. “Of course. Now, if I can only convince you to move back to Chicago and leave that firm of yours.”

“Reciprocity takes five years, Bryan.” You replied, reaching across to tap his temple. Bryan took your hand into his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“You can come to New York, you know. Reciprocity here would be cake for you.” You continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper at the end.

Bryan froze. “And leave Chicago?”

You let out an irritated sigh. “I just hate that we’re apart. I want more for us, for this relationship.”

“You’re a born and bred Chicagoan. Surely you understand. Everything I have worked for is in Chicago.” Bryan replied, letting out his own equally irritated sigh.

“Let’s just drop it. I don’t want to fight. Please, today’s a good day.” You flopped onto your back, staring at the clear sky above. You felt your eyes brim and you brought your hands to your face.

“Hey…” Bryan replied softly, removing your hands. “Maybe I can talk Laurie and Firth into opening a New York City office.”

Your lips twitched into a smile. “Yeah? You’d do that for me?”

Bryan pulled you close. “Of course. I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around him and kiss him hard. Bryan took the opportunity to roll you on top of him. Excitement swirls down and pool between your thighs. Bryan wasted no time to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head.

“Someone wants to get laid.” You smirk, crossing your arms, purposely pressing up your sheer, lace covered tits.

“You have no idea.”

“We should do something about that then… what did you say, you were going to fuck my brains out?” You asked leaning down. Your lips were by his ear as you reached around to unclasp your bra. “Because I am pretty sure this bomb pussy is going to milk out all that cum, out of that big… hard… cock.” You reached down between his legs and stroked his cock, which grew harder against your palm. A groan strained from Bryan’s throat.

When you sit up again, your eyes settled on Bryan’s. His clear green eyes were now dark and stormy.

You squealed as he rolled you back onto the bed. Bryan undid the button of your shorts and tugged them off. A smirk graced his face at the sight of the dark wet spot on your underwear. “These have got to go.” Bryan murmured, yanking them off as well. Once off, he balled your ruined panties into his fist and took a deep inhalation of your sweet scent. A rumble emanated from his chest.

You let out a gasp as Bryan’s mouth settled on your pussy. He licked a tantalizingly slow, broad stroke before settling on your clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit causing you to arch your back in response. Bryan then used his fingers to spread open your lips, and stroked them, playing with your wetness. You gripped the streets as Bryan buried his face in between your legs, sucking and licking.

You grinded against him, desperate. “More, please.” You whimpered.

Bryan removed his mouth and you whined at the loss. “So fucking greedy. Fingers or mouth?” A digit slowly penetrated you and your walls clenched tightly. A moan escaped your lips as Bryan slowly thrusted his finger in and out of you, before moving to insert another finger. His tongue flicked against your swollen pearl before he paused once more. “Answer the question, Y/N.”

“Both.” You sobbed. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never.”

Bryan dove back into your folds, devouring you as if you were his last meal. You chant his name and other obscenities loudly. You were certain everyone on the boat could hear you. Part of you didn’t even care. The man in between your legs is a god amongst mortals when it comes to eating pussy and all the praise deserves to be heard. You bucked against his mouth, until you are full on fucking his face and fingers. Your walla began to flutter, signaling you were coming close to release. Bryan crooked his finger, stroking the sensitive spot inside you and the coil in your belly snapped. You came hard, wailing Bryan’s name as your orgasm ripped through you. Bryan rode out your orgasm and as you came down to reality, Bryan continued with gentle licks and kisses; your body jerked in overstimulation.

Bryan pressed kisses along your thighs before moving back up your body. He paused momentarily to pay attention to your breasts, licking along your breastbone before swirling his tongue over a nipple. You cupped your breasts together and Bryan continued to lavish you with his tongue. Bryan moved to your mouth and he kissed you deeply, before pulling back.

“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?”

You whimpered, nodding. “What’s that you called it? Bomb pussy?” Bryan murmured against your lips.

You nodded. “Yes.”

Bryan chuckled darkly, his lips against your ear. “Now it’s my turn to wreck that bomb pussy with this cock.”

You closed your eyes briefly – for what even seemed like a half second but when you opened your eyes again, Bryan was fully nude. Pre-cum beaded on the head of his cock, and you resist the urge to lick it off, as you’re desperate to get filled and fucked to your heart’s desire.

Bryan laid down on the bed and fisted his cock, so it was pointing straight to the ceiling. You climbed over him and take his cock from his hand, guiding him into you. You slowly slide down and sink onto him, until you’re fully connected. Bryan’s eyes roll back momentarily. “Oh fuck Y/N, you feel so good!”

One hand gripped the slope of your hip tightly as your bodies move together rhythmically. Bryan usedd his free hand to smack your ass. You braced your hands on his chest with your nails pressing into his skin, leaving crescent marks into his skin as you ride his cock.

“That’s it, ride that cock.” Bryan encouraged, smacking your ass again, this time harder. The sting spurred you on and you began to speed your movements. Bryan leans up and pushes you back, breaking the connection for a second, before sliding his cock right back in. Your legs are pushed up, so your knees are by your ears and your arms are over your head. Bryan pins your wrists with one hand as he takes you to pound town. The sounds of grunts and moans along with skin on skin, fill the room and you can feel his balls slap against your pussy.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he takes you deeply, sliding into you over and over in deep, long strokes. As he feels his own release approach, Bryan turns his face to the flesh of your shoulder, and bites before running his tongue over the bruised skin.

This surprises you and you come completely undone, again wailing his name. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Bryan and with a strangled cry, he stiffened and emptied his seed into you.

Your bodies are covered in sweat and Bryan kissed you softly before rolling off. He pulls you in close, and you curl into his strong arms. It’s not long before you are both asleep – partly from the orgasmic oxytocin wearing off and partly from the rock of the boat.

Later that evening, you wake up to an empty bedside – but there is a note from Bryan asking you to meet him on the deck for dinner. You shower and change into the dress you wore at The Hamptons when you all those years prior – it was a cream colored short-sleeve wrap dress that had a ruffle hem and an adjustable tie at waist. You left your hair in a loose wet braid and decided to go barefoot.

The night sky over Lake Michigan was dark, with nary a cloud in the sky. Away from the orange glow from the artificial light from increasing development and glare from unshielded streetlights, you found yourself beneath the twinkling stars and other celestial objects. You were surprised to find how many stars you were able see even just miles away from the city and northern suburbs.

A pair of hands touched your shoulders and you jumped slightly until the familiar waft of Bryan’s cologne filled your nostrils.

“Have you seen anything so beautiful?” You asked as you turned around. And when you did, you found Bryan on one knee. In his hand was a sparkling ring, which you presumed was at least 2 carats, flanked by smaller diamonds.

“When I first met you, you literally collided into me. And from then, I couldn’t get you out of my head. At first, I thought we were going to be nothing more than a fling, an itch to get out of my system. I told you I didn’t do the boyfriend thing and you were more than okay with that. And for awhile it was that, but you weaseled your way into my world and black and white became different shade of gray. And then it became blues and reds.” Bryan’s eyes shimmer as he professes his love. After a beat, he continues.

“And I know we have had our issues in the past, and I can’t promise you that we won’t have rough patches again. In my heart, you are the only one for me. I cannot imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?”

Your hands covered your mouth as tears streamed down your face. A gentle breeze blew through and you nodded before you dropped your hands. “Yes, of course Bryan, yes!” Bryan smiled as he stood and your hand shook as he slipped the ring onto your finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck as two kissed.

“What about everything I said – about New York? Not being able to come to Chicago right away?” You asked breathlessly, as you broke the kiss.

Bryan wiped a tear from your cheek. “Oh Y/N, I already had it all taken care of. Laurie and Firth already agreed to it. I’ll be heading the NY office when it opens in the Fall. We signed a deal with a building space in Midtown.”

You gasped once more before playfully hitting him on the chest. “So you were just fucking around with me below deck?”

“In more ways than one.” Bryan winked.

“You’re such an ass.” You replied. “Wait - does that mean you’ll actually tell me what memo 618 is now?”

Bryan responded by cupping your ass and kissing you once more.

FIN.

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a-jynx · 5 years ago

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“Wait, wait, WAIT - tell me again why the hell you like him?” Nancy scoffed as Steve shifted his head from side to side, shrugging gently.

“I don’t know, Nance! I just… We met at one of the galas and we hit it off! He treated me like I was royalty.” Steve swooned whilst Nancy sighed, rubbing at her temples with a frown.

“Steven, really? He treated you like that because if he wasn’t a gentleman then that could’ve ruined his reputation.” Steve furrowed his brows, grabbing at the champagne glass, swirling around the mimosa as he huffed.

“Nance, why can’t you let me have this? I mean, seriously! We had amazing chemistry, it was insane.” He chuckled, sipping at the drink as Nancy frowned, placing her fork down and clasping her hands together, staring at Steve with concerned-filled eyes.

“Steve, it was one night. You can’t expect love at first sight in this world. Besides you’re a big deal now, you’re taking the world by storm, and that guy-”

“Billy Hargrove.”

“Right. That Billy Hargrove probably knew that and was trying to make moves on you to get closer to your fortune.” Nancy breathed, taking a sip at her own drink as Steve squinted at her, frowning as he leaned his head back, finishing his drink before getting up and throwing a few bills on the table. “Steve?”

“I’m heading to the studio, it was nice catching up, Nance.” Steve huffed, slipping on his Aviators and moving towards the exit. A waiter or two following him out as a paparazzi had gathered near the restaurant’s entrance. Steve waved, playing with his hair as he tried to shove past a few, blinking as the blinding flashes made him flinch away.

“Excuse me, I need-”

“Steve! Steve, what were you doing with your ex?!”

“That’s- what? Nothing is happening-”

“Harrington, can we expect another duet from Nancy and you in the future since your breakup?!”

“Don’t use my last name, and that’s information I have no knowledge of at this time. Please, I’m just wanting to go home,”

“Steve! Steve, just a few more questions!”

Steve flinched away from each grasp, turning in a circle, trying to find a way to escape. He opened his mouth to shout, yet he gasped as a hand gripped his wrist, tugging him through and away from the group of cameras. He wiggled in the tight grip, growling as he tried to free his wrist away from the person who’d snatched him away from the paparazzi.

They turned into an alleyway, Steve stumbling into a back as his own was pressed into the rough brick wall behind him, and the strangers’ arms caged him there. They listened to their heavy breathing as the paparazzi ran by, their equipment jingling by as Steve huffed out breaths before the streets of LA went quiet. Reaching up, Steve shoved off the stranger, growling as he brushed himself off.

“Who the hell do you think you are!? My reputation-”

“Won’t be ruined, Pretty boy.” The stranger snickered as Steve blinked, bringing his glasses down, his dark brown eyes widened at the sight of Billy Hargrove - the man who had made Steven feel like royalty a mere week ago.

“Billy? What the hell are you doing here!” Steve grinned, pushing his glasses up as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Billy’s neck, just as he wrapped his arm around Steve’s waist. Steve leaned back, keeping his arms around the boy’s neck as his lips split into a grin.

“My work got interrupted, so I get to stay home for another few weeks. And thank God for that, or I’d never gotten to save your ass from that paparazzi.” Billy could only smirk as Steve merely scoffed, yet a smile stayed on his lips.

“Awe, my sweet curls in denim,” Steve grinned, flashing his teeth, as he leaned further back in Billy’s arms, gently swaying as Billy shook his head, chuckling.

“Hey, how about we get outta here?” He murmured, leaning down some and staring down into Steve’s dark pools of chocolate. Steve bit his bottom lip, another large smile breaking his lips as he slowly nodded. Billy released the lanky boy’s waist, grabbing his wrist and tugging him further down the alleyway. Their laughter and running steps filled the cement walls while their lips split into smiles larger than the universe around them.

They came to a slow stop, a gorgeous lightning blue 1979 Camaro glistened in the California sun. Billy opened the driver’s side door, nodding for Steve to hop in and slide over, he did so. The leather warm through his black knee-length shorts and the sunshine seemed to almost blister him through his white tee.

“What’s the plan here, curls? You kidnappin’ me and holdin’ me for ransom?” Steve smirked as he settled into the leather seat as Billy climbed in, slamming the door shut behind him as he flashed a wolfish grin.

“You’d like that wouldn’t ya, princess?”

“I think you’d like that more than me, curly,” Steve smirked as Billy reached down to turn on the vintage muscle car, only for it to click and shut off again. His brow furrowed as he tried again, and again, and again. Huffing, Billy shifted himself to where he could reach beneath the wheel. Steve watched in awe as Billy tugged out a few wires, messing with them and grinning as the car roared to life.

“You know how to hotwire?” He breathed as the blonde sat back up, grinning as he reached up, slipping on his orange-tinted sunglasses.

“I’m pretty good with my hands, pretty boy.” He winked as he shifted the car into drive, pressing the gas as Steve slid closer, pushing their shoulders together as Billy’s wrist rested on the steering wheel, the other rested on Steve’s knee before reaching forward and popping open the cupholder, an e-cigarette falling out as he reached forward and plucked it out, using his right hand to bring it up to his lips. Sucking down with a strange noise, only to sigh out the thick white smog. Steve chewed on his bottom lip, leaning further into Billy as he grinned.

“When’s your next tour, pretty boy?” He mumbled, passing the e-cigarette to Steve with a smirk. Steve took a deep breath, blowing out the stream of smoke as he side-eyed Billy.

“Mm, I’m not a hundred percent. I’ll probably ask Tyler when I get back to the studio.” He shrugged, rolling his tongue against the back of his teeth as Billy hummed. “Why do you ask?”

“I was gonna say, why don’t we go on our own little tour? See all of California before you see the rest of the world?” Billy smiled, glancing at Steve huffed out a soft chuckle, turning his body into Billy’s side, curling up next to him even with the blistering heat beating in through the California sunlight.

“Let’s ride, curly.”

~ Time Skip; six months ~

“Do you know when you’re coming home?” Steve whispered into the phone, his tears staining his cheeks as he sniffled. He and Billy had begun dating six months ago, at least a week after their escape into San Diego. Steve still lived in his studio while Billy kept to his small beach-side apartment, and now? Now, Billy was across the damn world working on a piece that could get his talent to go worldwide.

“I’m not a hundred percent, pretty boy… I’ll have to talk to Joshua when I get back to the apartment.” Billy whispered back, his voice gruff and low. He sounded so, so tired.

“You stole that from me, thief.”

“I’m merely quoting my poetic boyfriend, asshole.” Billy gruffed out as Steve sniffled again, rubbing his sweatshirts’ sleeve against his reddened cheek.

“I miss you like crazy, Billy,” Steve whispered into the phone, turning onto his back as ruffling came from Billy’s side of the speaker, most likely him ruffling through the sheets or something. A gentle sigh came from him.

“I miss you too, Stevie, it should only be a few more weeks.”

“It’s already been two months, Billiam! I’m going to die if I go any longer without seeing you.” Steve huffed, jutting out his bottom lip as Billy sighed into the speaker. Steve understood that it was stressful for both of them; for Billy when Steve was away producing, or doing shows, or going on tour, and for Steve when Billy had to go to shows, open houses, or like he was now, work out of state - country.

“Pretty boy, you don’t know how much I wish I was next to you right now, but you’ve gotta be strong for a few more days, okay?” Billy whispered, pouring love and promise into each word as Steve huffed, rolling onto his side as he grabbed at the collar of the tee he was wearing, pulling it up to his nose with a huff, he was met with Billy’s scent.

“That’s gonna be rough,” he mumbled, still nuzzled into the fabric as Billy chuckled out a gruff laugh, making Steve’s chest squeeze. “What’s the great artist Billy making this fine whatever-time-it-is-in-London?”

“Would you appreciate the romantic version or the crude version?”

“When have you ever not done both?” Steve teased.

“Well, you’re not wrong for that. I’m thinking of doing the naked stars.” Billy’s voice dropped a few octaves as Steve sighed gently. He rolled onto his stomach, setting the phone on the extra pillow, and tucking his arms underneath his head, humming.

“Could you describe it to me, curly?”

“Are you laying down?” Billy slightly cooed as Steve scoffed, grinning sleepily to himself.

“Maybe.”

“Well, here’s to hoping you are, pretty boy. The canvas is covered in a fair color - a sweet peachy condensed milk slipped over it. Dark moles formed on the flesh-colored, creating stars; creating universes all over the meat of the canvas. And it reminds me of you. Pretty boy. The milky flesh tone, the dark moles decorating your body and creating those gorgeous stars and galaxies that I trace every night.” Billy’s voice trailed as he listened to the soft snores from Steve, a grin slipping across his face as he placed his phone on the window seat next to him, picking up his brush again and dusting gentle strokes of dusted pink rose across the cream-colored canvas. Biting his lip, he used his smaller one and dipped it into the sky blue and scratched it across a few places, defining out with the pink and milk.

Taking a few steps back, Billy flicked his tongue out and licked at his bottom lip, grinning as he stuck his paintbrush into the mug of deluded mixtures of colors. Reaching up, he plucked his e-cigarette from behind his ear, and sucked a needed puff from it, smirking as he pinched his detail brush, squatting down and etching his ‘BH’ across the bottom.

Stepping towards the window seat, he grabbed his phone and grinned at the sound of Steve still snoring away. Poor things’ gonna be pissed when he wakes up to his phone being dead. Billy snickered at the thought. Taking a few steps back, he angled himself to where he would get a full picture of the canvas, grinning as he snapped a few photos. Texting a few to his manager, Joshua, he sent it and grinned as Josh texted back.

Amazing, Billy, gorgeous work. Now, what’s this fine piece called?

Billy sat for a moment, his thumbs hovering as the paintbrush sat weighted against his ear while the e-cigarette sat between his pouted lips.

Don’t Say I Love You to Say I Love You

Brilliant. I’ll get the frame created and we’ll get it set for the upcoming art show!

Does that mean I’m heading home early…?

Yes, Billy, that means you get to see Steven four weeks early. :) I’ll get your flight set up for the morning.

Thanks, Josh

Billy slipped his phone into his jeans’ pocket, slipping on his sweatshirt as he began to dump out mugs, rinse out brushes and dry them to be put up into his brushes’ sleeve. Popping tops back onto the tins to be used later, wiping down a few spots that had caked up with paint. Sighing to himself, Billy walked towards the rooms’ door, flicking off the lights and moving towards the attached bedroom with a smile painted across his features; dreaming of bliss for once he can return to his boyfriend’s arms.

“Heather, hey! Hey, yeah, it’s me, you wouldn’t mind getting me from the airport?” Billy grinned as he stood in line to board his flight. Josh stuck to his promise of an earlier morning flight.

“Uh, sure, yeah. I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another four weeks or so?” She yawned from the other side. Billy grinned, nodding as he gave over his ticket, walking down the hallway and onto the airline, wandering into first class.

“Finished work early, but hey, don’t mention anything to Steve, okay? I want to surprise him.” Billy could only smirk as he found his seat, reclining back as he listened to Heather shuffling around on the other end.

“Duh, I’m not stupid, Hargrove. When is your plane getting in?”

“It’ll be a few hours, maybe a day or two, depending on how many stops. But, I’ll shoot you a text when I land in Cali, cool?”

“Radical. See you then, Hargrove.” Heather quipped as she ended the call, most likely heading back to sleep. Billy gently tossed his phone into the seat next to him, shrugging himself further into the plush seat, his eyes falling close as the captain came on over the speaker, speaking of the few stops they’d have to take across the way. This was going to be a lonnnngggg flight.

“Now landing in Los Angeles, California.” Billy blinked, a smile splitting his face as he opened his messages, sending a quick note to Heather about him landing.

Pushing out of the crowd, Billy gathered his suitcases and duffel bag, straining to see Heather over the thinning crowd.

“Billy! Hargrove, over here!” He snapped his head towards the voice, grinning as he noticed her arm waving around in the air, making him laugh and quickly run towards her. Scooping her up into his arms as they hugged, greeting one another with large grins.

“Heather, good to see you, I see Cali is treating you sweetly,” Billy smirked as she grabbed one of his rolling suitcases, leading him towards the exit.

“It’s become a second home, Billy. How was London? I heard there were a few weather mishaps up there.” She murmured, throwing the case into the truck as Billy followed, setting the duffel bag in the backseat, climbing into the passenger seat as she rounded the Jeep and climbed in, grinning as he shrugged.

“Nothing happened where I was, sure, a bit of rain and snow, but nothing stopped me from finishing those works.”

“How many did you get done?”

“Ten. Including the personal one for that show going on in Italy in a month.” He murmured, tugging out his phone and plugging it in as she came to a stop.

“Damn, you must be making bank with how many people are wanting something of yours.” She grinned, stepping on the gas as the light switched to green. Billy merely scoffed, smirking as he shrugged.

“Don’t give me a big head, I’m about to see Steve.” He chuckled as she snorted, nodding as she took a left then another left, straight, and then a right until they came to Steve’s studio. A large grin sprang across Billy’s face as he grabbed his duffel and ran towards the front, leaving Heather to grab his bags. His ruined sneakers pounded against the pavement as he ran up the steel stairwell, his hands shaking as he shook out his shoulders, bringing up his fist and pounding against the pale white door, his body vibrating as he shifted his duffel bag.

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Jesus, Rob, I just got off the phone with you! How are you-” Steve growled, yanking open the door, only for his words to fall in his throat as the two stared at one another. Steve blinked, his lips tugged into a grin as he shot forward, wrapping his arms around Billy’s throat, wrapping his legs around his hips as Billy laughed, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and holding him as physically close as he could.

“What the fuck! What the fuck, Billy, what are you doing here?” Steve gaped, tears running down his cheeks as Billy smiled sweetly at him, angling his boyfriend to where he could still hold him with an arm while using his free hand to smudge away the tears as he pressed longing kisses against every possible inch of his skin; peppering his tearful boyfriend in sweet hello kisses.

“I got to come home early! I finished everything, so here I am.” He grinned gently, thumbing at the tender skin of Steve’s bottom lip. Steve pressed a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s thumb, grinning as he leaned forward, wrapping his arm around Billy’s neck as a grunt came from behind them. They both untangled themselves to see Heather snarling, yet her eyes were glittering as Steve dipped himself into Billy’s side, only to usher towards her with a grin.

“Heather? You were in on this!?” Steve gasped, leaning back from the hug as she shrugged, a knowing smile already playing on her lips. They released each other as Billy wandered closer, wrapping an arm around Steve’s shoulders as she grinned at the couple.

“What? When one of my fellow gays is in need, I’m there! Besides, he wanted to surprise you, who was I to say no.” She smirked as Billy scoffed, reaching over and ruffling her thick hair as she growled.

“Yeah. Real helpful when you want to be, huh, Heather?” He teased with a grin as she rolled her eyes, slipping on her pink-hued sunglasses.

“Well, I know you two have a lot to catch up on, and I need to get back to help Robin with dinner. Don’t forget, we’re planning a double-date for all of us!” She shouted over her shoulder, waving to them and disappearing down the black steel stairs.

“So,” Steve trailed, looking up through his thick lashes at Billy, his lips tugged into a smirk. “Wanna go catch up?” He tiptoed his fingers across Billy’s bicep, grinning as he reached forward grabbing one of the suitcases, Steve doing the same, as Billy’s free hand cupped onto Steve’s ass, grinning triumphantly as they walked into the chilled studio.

“I thought you’d never ask, pretty boy.”

~ Time Skip; two months ~

“Uh-huh? Yes, yes of course. Thank you! Yes, I’ll make sure my manager sends you a copy for you and your team to listen to it!” Steve gushed, ending the phone call as he turned to Billy, tears trailing down his cheeks as he shot out towards him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “My request went through! It went through and the company is over-seeing the song - the album!” He cried, yet his lips were in a large smile as Billy hugged him back, grinning as he nuzzled his nose into Steve’s throat, grinning as he placed open-mouth kisses across his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Holy shit, baby, I’m so proud of you! Jesus, I’m so, so proud!” Billy grinned, nuzzling into Steve’s throat as Steve settled into Billy’s chest, leaning back some as Billy licked over his bottom lip, waggling his tongue as Steve smirked. “Why don’t we celebrate?” He muttered, pressing their lips together, licking into each other’s mouths and muffling each other’s moans. Billy turned over, flipping Steve onto their shared queen size bed, straddling his waist while pressing kisses all over Steve’s nose, cheeks, lips, forehead, jaw and trailing down his throat, kitten licking at his pulse.

“Bill, come on, please,” Steve whined, a deep moan coming from the back of his throat as Billy drug his hands up, his blunt nails scratching up against Steve’s porcelain skin, leaving small red lines in their wake. He tugged off the vintage tee hiding his prize, Billy tossed the cotton shirt off to the side before tugging his own off and throwing it to disappear against their cool birch colored floorboards.

His lips suckled and licked at Steve’s nipples, tugging at them with his teeth before trailing down his sternum and biting at his stomach, grinning as it twitched under each nip and lick. Gasps echoed throughout the bedroom, Steve’s hand shot out, gathering a bunch of Billy’s curls, rutting against his boyfriend’s chest. Billy chuckled lowly, glancing down at Steve’s crotch, grinning as he noticed the wet spot growing against the grey sweatpants.

“You’re already so wet for me, Pretty boy.” He purred, licking at the wet spot, moving his arms and hooking his fingers on the elastic waistband, tugging down the straining material in a swift motion as Steve whimpered.

“Commando? Awe, am I rubbing off on you, princess?” He smirked a wolfish smirk as Steve bucked into him, whining lowly in his throat. Billy ducked down, licking at the leaking tip with a steady, flat tongue as Steve gaped and gagged on his spit as he shuddered, feeling Billy’s warm mouth swallow him down. Bouncing his head up and down, Steve’s mouth fell into an open ‘o’, his eyes falling shut as his sweat and Billy’s spit glistened in the late California sun. He inhaled deeply, shuddering as Billy drew up, swirling his tongue along the tip, and dragging the tip of tongue across the bottom, suckling on the throbbing vein on the underside of Steve’s pretty cock.

“Billy, Billy, Billy, please! Please, I’m… I’m so close, I just-” Steve chanted, rolling his body against the bedding, shaking and shuddering as the white comforter stuck to his sweaty skin, following his body as he arched up, trying to thrust up into Billy’s fading mouth.

“Hold on, baby, we’re gonna go together, okay?” Billy murmured, kissing and nipping at Steve’s thighs as they twitched and tried to close, only for Billy’s hands to slide down and hold them apart. He massaged Steve’s legs as he slowly pushed them up, gripping them behind his knees as he dove down, licking gently at the flutter rim. Steve whined more, bucking as his cock stood at full attention as Billy’s tongue lapped and licked at the hole, dipping in an inch each time. Broken - shattered - moans escaped from Steve’s chest, each lick caused a shutter to coarse through his body, each loving touch caused a cracked moan to escape from him.

“Billy, baby, please.” Billy slowly looked up through his lashes, noting the sweat and flushed look blooming across his lover’s face and chest. His dark eyes were dazed over, glossy with small tears. He moved to sit up on his knees, wrapping Steve’s legs around his waist as he used one of his hands to spit and slick up his weeping dick. He fisted it until it glittered with pre-come and saliva, shifting his weight again, he centered with Steve, before slowly pushing in. Both boy’s jaws fell open, pants escaped them as they arched together. Billy bottomed out, both of them shudder, holding onto one another, their fingers digging into each other’s biceps.

“Fuck, fuck, god Stevie,” Billy whimpered, adjusting himself as Steve wrapped his legs around Billy’s waist, clinging to him with a groan. Shallow thrust moved them together, the bed gently squeaking in protest as Billy’s thrust became deeper, faster, harder. The squelching noises echoed in Steve’s ears as he reached up, wrapping his arms around Billy’s shoulders, one hand threading through the loose curls that hung down, while the long pendant dragged across his chest, tickling him as he panted.

“Billy, fuck, I’m… I’m so close,” he whispered, peppering open mouth kisses across Billy’s sweat slicked chest, shoulders, and throat, trying to lick or touch any skin he could touch. Steve’s mouth tumbled open as he arched up into Billy’s chest, feeling the weight of his body as Billy’s dick twitched inside of him, making him gasp as ropes of come lashed onto his and Billy’s chest, spreading and dripping - creating a mess - along the boy’s bodies as Billy buried himself further into Steve, grunting as he shuddered, releasing his own spunk.

“Hol- Holy shit,” Billy breathed, shuttering slightly as they laid there. The bedroom reeked of sweat, come, and sex. Steve’s eyes dropped and a dopey grin stretched across his face as Billy slowly pulled out, making him flinch gently as his hole fluttered around the feeling of emptiness. Billy reached down, tugging one of his older paint shirts from the floor before gently swiping it across Steve’s chest and stomach, as well as his own, cleaning the bits of come that began to dry.

“I - Damn, that was fun,” Steve giggled, turning onto his side as Billy threw the shirt off near the bathroom door, laying next to his boyfriend with a euphoria-induced smile. He wrapped an arm around Steve’s shoulders, tugging him close with a happy sigh.

“Well, of course, we had to celebrate my pretty boy’s win.” Billy grinned, pressing a litter of kisses across Steve’s sweaty face, connecting their lips as Steve cuddled closer, nuzzling into his warm body as sleep slowly took over. The two cuddled against one another as the California sun slowly descended behind the ocean waves; leaving them to sleep peacefully drift away in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Billy woke to a cold bed, squinting he slowly sat up and rubbed at his face, groaning as he moved towards the drawers, pulling on an old pair of black sweats before walking towards the kitchen. A quiet hum came from in there, the sound of cluttering echoed throughout the shared apartment. Rounding the corner, Billy couldn’t help but smile as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

Steve stood at the stove, swaying away to the music tumbling out of his speaker, his head of hair sticking everywhere and looking crazed - slept on and roused from sex. His boxers peaked out from beneath the old button up of Billy’s he had given to Steve months ago.

Billy grinned, moving closer and standing behind him, wrapping his arms around the boy’s waist with lingering kisses on his shoulder and throat, leading up to his cheek as Steve giggled. He turned his head, capturing Billy’s lips before turning back to stove, scrambling their eggs. Billy reached out, snatching a piece of bacon as Steve swatted at his hand, scoffing with a grin.

“You’re supposed to wait for everything, Billiam,” Steve lightly growled, grinning as he finished off the eggs, scooping two spoonfuls on two plates and setting them in their respected chairs, before returning and grabbing the bacon and mimosas Steve had made earlier.

“How could I wait when my lovely boyfriend makes the best food?”

“Because that’s how you’re supposed to eat a meal, dork,” Steve took a bite, chewing as Billy stared at him, grinning as Steven arched a brow, swallowing before taking a sip and smiling at his dopey-looking boyfriend.

“What’re you staring at..?” He grinned, patting at his face as he tried to find if there was any food or liquid left on his lips. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No, no, I just… Jesus, Stevie, I love you.” Billy purred, clapping his chin into his palm as Steve’s lips fell open, his eyes widened, and a burning pink bloomed across his cheeks.

“I love you, Billy… So much. I swear, sometimes, all I need is you.” Steve whispered, his cheeks dusted in a pink hue as Billy grinned, rising from his seat and moving towards Steve, his hand cupped Steve’s chin, angling it up as he smashed their lips together. Teeth clattered, tongues wrestled, and lips felt bruised as Billy slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against Steve’s with a sickly sweet smile.

“Sometimes? I might need to try harder than.” Billy whispered against Steve’s lips as he shook his head, tilting up and planting one more kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

“Nah, you don’t need to try harder. I know you’re all I’ll ever want, curls.”

~ Time Skip; Two Months ~

A year. They’d been together for a year now, and neither of them could ask for a better relationship - a better life.

“Listen, boys, I just want to congratulate you both on your winnings! Billy with your art now selling worldwide, and Steve with your album reaching number one in a matter of an hour of release! You, both, are truly gifted.” Tyler toasted as their friends all clapped, some shouting and some hollering in hooray as they grinned, toasting to Tyler.

“We have you and Joshua to thank for that, Tyler, really.” Steve grinned, his hand intertwined with Billy’s, resting on his thigh as Billy gave him a small squeeze.

“I agree with Steve. I truly believe we would’ve never met, nor would’ve made these winnings, without either of you. So, a true thank you to you both.” Billy tipped his champagne glass to the two managers, they both nodded as everyone went about their own conversations. Steve’s newest album, Blue Skies, blasted through the speakers while everyone mingled and talked. Steve stayed with Billy, both of them already had talked to their friends and their respected people. Billy looked around before throwing back his champagne, making Steve snort before doing the same as Billy tugged him towards the exit, leaving the party to themselves.

They escaped into the humid night, their hands gripping each other as Billy ushered them into the parking lot, their faces grinning from ear-to-ear while they rushed towards the Camaro. Clambering in, Steve settled into his spot, snatching one of the whiskeys they had hidden there for tonight. Billy slid in, turning on the Camaro and quickly speeding out of the parking lot, settling an arm around Steve’s shoulders as he uncapped the bottle, throwing back his head and guzzling as he sat up, his face twisting into a pout; Billy couldn’t help but laugh.

The windows were down, the wind roaring around them and inside the cab as Billy pulled up to the beach, the dark ocean glittering beneath the bright, full silver moon. The two climbed out, rushing towards the beach, kicking off their fancy shoes and splashing into the icy water. Steve reached down and splashed water at Billy, making him shout and run towards him, scooping him up and driving them into the water. Surfacing, Steve gasped and shook as he dove at Billy dragging him close, wrapping his body around the boy who laughed, throwing his back and smirking at Steve, who was slightly shivering against him.

“Wanna get out, Pretty boy?” Billy asked, wrapping his arms around Steve’s back as he nodded, flashing him a grin as Billy slowly climbed out, taking Steve with him and holding him close as he wandered back towards the Camaro, dropping him off before rushing back to the sand to gather their shoes and jogging back.

Steve was leaning against the hood of the Camaro, staring out at the ocean with a dewy look in his dark chocolate eyes. Billy wandered up, slinging the shoes into the back floorboards before settling on the other side of Steve, staring out where Steve’s eyes were fixated. He side-glanced his boyfriend before rolling his lips together, searching out his hand as Steve gripped it tightly, swiping his thumb over the back of his palm.

“Billy?”

“Yeah, Stevie?” He hummed, moving closer as Steve pressed their shoulders together, playing with Billy’s fingers. Steve chewed on his bottom lip as Billy angled himself to see Steve’s face. “Steve?”

“Can we… What if we… Never mind, it’s … It’s stupid.” Steve laughed, dropping Billy’s hand, turning his head to the side and away from Billy’s view.

“Hey, hey, come on, you can tell me and… And whatever it is? It’s not stupid, Steve. Not to me.” He whispered, grabbing Steve’s hand and using his free one to grip his chin, turning his face back to him with a small, simple smile. “Tell me, please?”

Steve inhaled deeply, sighing out of his nose before nodding. “Iwannamarryyou.”

Billy blinked, staring deeply into Steve’s tearing up eyes as he opened his mouth to speak, only for Steve to shake his head, blinking away tears as he tried to pull away from Billy, only for his grip to tighten. Steve’s body began to shake, not from the droplets of water still clinging to his body, but from the stare of Billy looking into his very damn soul.

“Billy, it’s… It’s fine! We - We don’t need to talk about it. Let’s just… Just leave it alone, okay? Forget I brought it up-” Steve began to ramble, his body still shaking until he angled his head down, flinching as Billy jumped down from the Camaro’s hood, and standing in front of Steve, fitting himself between his legs as tears dripped down his chin and dissolved into his already wet tee.

“Steve? Are you serious? Do you want… Are you sure?” Billy asked in a hushed voice, yet Steve stayed quiet. Billy felt tears well-up in his darkening eyes. “Steve, come on, answer me. Tell me you’re sure, please.”

“Fine! Yes, yes, god I want to marry you because this past year you’ve made me feel alive! You make me whole, you make me feel like I’m not… I’m not bullshit! You make me feel like I deserve the most love and the best things in life, and that happens to be fucking you! It happens to be you, William Thomas Hargrove, you’re my fucking light and I love you!” Steve shouted, tears streaking down his cheeks as Billy stared at him, eyes wide, and mouth agape as Steve tried to yank his wrist free from Billy’s grip, yet it tightened, making Steve release a broken sob.

Steve opened his mouth to say something else, only to be silenced as Billy pressed his lips against his. He moaned against Billy’s mouth, the grip on his wrist slowly loosening as he wrapped his arms around Billy’s shoulders, dragging him as close as he could. Billy broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Steve’s as he looked up, swiping his bottom lip with a gentle growl.

“We can get married tonight, if you really wanna?” Billy murmured, his eyes switching between Steve’s as more tears rushed to his waterline. Steve nodded a few times before latching himself to Billy’s chest, sniffling against the hollow of his throat while pressing butterfly soft kisses to his skin. The feeling of teeth brushed against Billy’s jugular, making him shiver, even with the hot air around them.

“What’re you doing to wear a suit..?” Steve murmured, leaning back and settling his forehead against Billy’s temple, making him smirk.

“Just like some cheap, sleazy lawyer in a romcom.”

“God, you could act like a sleazy lawyer,” Steve snorted, shaking his head as Billy grinned, flashing his teeth.

“Awe, you think I’m cheap?” Billy tsked, pressing kisses all over Steve’s cheek, tip of his nose, forehead, eyes, chin, lips, and jaw - all of the cooling, yet warm flesh of Steve Harrington. Finally, sealing a kiss with him as Steve as they both smiled, Steve’s hands moved up to hold Billy’s face, pressing their lips tighter together.

“Not in a million years, Billiam, not in a million fucking years.” Steve grinned, pressing another kiss to Billy’s nose. Billy stepped back, helping Steve jump from the hood, their hands staying intertwined, rounding the car and leaning against the drivers’ side door.

“I love you, Steven James Harrington, more than anything in this world. And I cannot wait to share my life with you, for the rest of my life. You’re my pretty boy, my princess, my little songbird. You’ve made my life so much more interesting and just… Steve, will you do the honor of becoming Mr. Hargrove?” Billy gave a lopsided grin, gripping Steve’s hands as tears sprung from Steve’s dark eyes as he nodded, swallowing thickly.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes a million times yes, Billy.” Steve murmured, pressing their lips together, sealing a promise - their promise - of forever.

~ Time Skip; 3 months ~

The sunlight broke through the sheer curtains, drifting through the bedroom and settling against the white comforter. It glistened with California sunlight reflecting off of it, it could be classified as reflective, blinding as well.

Steve inhaled deeply, the salty sea air entering his lungs as he sighed, turning onto his back as his arm flopped to the other side, only to meet ice-cold sheets. Huffing, Steve peeled open one of his eyes, frowning as he pushed himself up from the sheets. Sitting up fully, the soft cotton sheet slid down Steve’s porcelain colored chest, a faint pink rested across his chest from where his body stuck to the sheets and his nipples that stood out from his fair skin. Reaching up, he rubbed his palms’ heel into his eyes, kicking off the sheets he threw his legs over the side and tugging on a pair of boxers and one of Billy’s old painting shirts.

“Billy?” Steve called into their shared apartment, one arm wrapped around his chest while he swayed down the quiet hallway, yawning as he moved towards the living room and kitchen, frowning when he hears soft music playing from one of the extra rooms.

“Billy?” He took a cautious step towards the cracked door, his eyes squinted from the harsh lights that Billy had installed for his late-night art thrills. Steve’s lips broke into a smile as he leaned against the door frame. Billy stood shirtless in the middle of his art room, large paint tins scattered around his bare feet, a few pieces in corners and paint splatters covered the walls, except for one, a project Billy said would come later.

Glancing back to his boyfriend - fiance - he stared with practical heart eyes as Billy moved around, either squatting to stare at the painting before him swaying to the soft music of, “For Him.” The song Steve had produced not even three weeks ago, after their first year anniversary, Steve had sworn he’d make a song for Billy… Who knew it’d become a hit?

“Earth to Pretty boy?”

Steve blinked, moving his head and grinning as Billy stood in front of him. Flecks of paint were flaking off of his pecs and stomach, making Steve shake his head - whatever Billy did he had to always make a mess - always.

“I’m here, Tiger,” Steve scooted off of the framework, pressing himself into Billy as he leaned up, pressing his pink-tinted lips into Billy’s fiery red ones. Leaning back, yet keeping his lips against Billy’s, Steve grinned. “Whatcha working on?”

“Something… I just… I honestly don’t know what this thing is.” Billy groaned, moving his head to the side and pressing his forehead against the burrow of Steve’s shoulder and collarbone, pressing open mouth kisses against the warm skin.

“Mm, you better not be stressing yourself out, Billiam. Y’ know Joshua told you that your last four pieces sold well so you could have the week off.” Steve murmured against Billy’s ear, kissing it gently as Billy huffed against his shoulder before leaning back up. Billy tilted his head, staring at Steve with that searching, yet lost look in his sky blue eyes. Billy reached forward, grabbing Steve’s wrist and tugging him forward, positioning him in the middle of the studio, circling him like a predator.

“Baby-”

“Sh, sh, I’m thinking, pretty boy,” Billy pressed a finger to his lips before grabbing on his large brushes, grinning as he bit his bottom lip, making Steve furrow his brows and cross his arms over his chest. “Y’ know, Pretty boy, you are my canvas.”

Before Steve could open his mouth to thank or question his fiance, Billy reached back and flung bright blue paint across Steve’s torso, the paint flicking and splattering against the messed cotton and his pale skin.

“Fuck you, Billy!” Steve laughed, his lips in a large grin as Billy smirked, and somehow… Steve knew he wasn’t finished. He breathed out a laugh as Billy walked towards him, holding up another brush and handing it over to Steve, who smirked and took it, smacking it against Billy’s bare chest. He shivered as Steve smeared the cool paint against him, dragging his fingers through it and leaving hand prints in his wake.

“You’re loving this too much,” Billy groaned, shuddering as Steve pinched at his nipple, leaving a trail of blood red across his chest, before leaning into Billy, smacking and smearing their chests together. The baby blue met the blood red, pecking and smearing and arching into each other as Billy’s hands gripped and pulled at Steve’s body, gripping his pale flesh and pulling him closer. Steve’s hand tangled themselves in the short curls on top of Billy’s head, dragging his blunt nails through the shaved sides, groaning as Billy pecked and licked at Steve’s neck, before reaching down and tugging him down with him.

They landed with a thud, Billy’s free hand dipped into the blue paint, pressing and blurring the colors as his painted hands tugged at the shirt and boxers, throwing them away as Steve’s red hands pulled at Billy’s loose jeans, mentally thanking God that he somehow tolerates going commando in jeans. Billy sat back on his calves, swallowing thickly as he stared down at his fiance. His hair already messed, flecks of paint already sticking to the strands, pupils blown and his dark eyes seemed darker, and the royal purples smeared across his shuddering chest made Billy’s dick stir.

“Fuck, Pretty boy… I always thought you were royalty,” Billy murmured, smirking as he ducked down, taking a lick at Steve’s weeping tip, making him shudder out a broken sigh. “But this purple just shows me King Steve is worth more than a jewels.” He suckled on the tip again, popping off of it and crawling up Steve’s body, pressing deep kisses against the paint, trailing up the porcelain skin before staring down at the man he gets to share his life with. The one he promised to love forever. He grinned, making Steve giggle before he pressed a mixed paint kiss to Steve’s cheeks and lips, careful to not get it into his mouth, or his own.

“I love you. Fuck, I love you so much.” Billy murmured, pressing his nose against Steve’s as Steve sighed, reaching up and tangling one of his hands with Billy’s, mixing the paint one more; creating the royal purple.

“Billy, I… I love being your canvas.” He whispered, as Billy stared at him, awe and deep love burrowed into his eyes as Steve grinned, tilting his head up to meet their lips into a seal of love. A seal of promise. A seal of artwork.

“You’re it for me, Steve. You’re my pale canvas.”

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Don’t run from me Ch.4 - And all it took was a bowl of froot loops

A/N: Sorry for the long wait!! I’ve been swamped with work. I hope you’re all keeping safe in the uncertain times. <3

Word count: 2019

Storyplot: After being on the run for over a year, you finally feel like now is a good time to get your life together. Hongjoong has other ideas.

Ch plot: Hongjoong really just wants to bond with you, you just want to go home.

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4

Song Mingi threw the most killer parties, you could tell that from the moment you started working with him that he'd be the type of guy to go all out on a party, making it a soiree to remember. You weren't sure if it was from the enthusiastic way, he encouraged his employees or his classic yet innovative architectural style but you just knew any even he created would be one to remember.

And you were right.

Your company's Christmas party was a sight to behold.

It was held in the red dragon, one of a few 5-star hotels owned by the Kim family. It was nearly impossible to hold an event there at point in the year but, even more so at Christmas time, yet somehow he'd managed to get the hall and not only that but, a team to help decorate and cater.

When you'd asked him, he just winked at you.

"I called in a favour."

'Favour' really meant, 'I know the owner'.

"Y/N you made it! I was surprised you're even here to be honest. You never leave your house." You laugh lightly and return Mingi's hug and when he steps back you see a shorter man, watching the 2 of you curiously.

"Y/N, this is Hongjoong, my best friend and owner of this hotel, among others. We go way back. Hongjoong this is Y/N, her official title is my PA but, honestly she's an angel, I wouldn't be able to run the company without her." Hongjoong laughs and you beam, as nice as a boss (and dare you say friend) as Mingi is, he rarely gives out compliments so, his singing praises leaves you proud but, a little flustered.

Hongjoong laughs.

"She's got to have the patience of Job to work for you."

That was the first time you'd met Hongjoong. His hair was charcoal at the time, cut into a shorter style that you didn't think would fit anyone else. But, that was Hongjoong, he was able to do things that no one else would be able to : the confidence he exuded was as endearing as it was intimidating.

You watched him practically glide around the room, keeping all of the company employees entertained and laughing. He even managed to make Jerry (affectionately named 'Oscar the grouch') the office miser, laugh with his special brand of dry humour.

You quickly found yourself been drawn to him. Hongjoong was a head shorter than Mingi but, his aura commanded attention and your boss' charismatic personality paled.

In fact, he almost followed Hongjoong's lead - not exactly under his spell in the same way all your colleagues were but more like he was deferring to him.

Of course, it made sense once Mingi told you that Hongjoong was older and like a big brother to him.

The fact that Mingi trusted him so dearly, only seemed to add to your attraction to him. Mingi rarely trusted others enough to rely on them totally (which had initially made your job as his pa hard), his faith in Hongjoong only told you that he was a reliable and trustworthy man (qualities that were often hard to come by. Watching him swimmingly glide around the room, effortlessly charming everyone in attendance and seeing how he spike to his staff (with kindness and respect), made you greedy for his attention You could only imagine how good it would feel to be the object of his affection, his attention only on you. But you also found yourself envious of him - how good would it be to be so confident in yourself that you could talk to anyone?

How amazing would it feel to have all his attention?

But you shelved the thought.

There was no way a man as radiant and as successful as Kim Hongjoong would want you.

Men like Hongjoong demanded perfection and confidence and although you didn't lack for confidence in your ability to do your job but, sometimes you weren't as confident in yourself and as for perfection, no one was perfect but, Hongjoong seemed damn near close.

Mingi had left you to talk to a new intern that had joined the firm, Jan was a second-year student, training to be an architect and Mingi had taken him on as his protégé.

You hadn't even realised that you were alone and staring into your now forgotten glass of champagne, your mind too focused in lamenting that when Hongjoong tapped your bent elbow you nearly spilled your drink in shock.

"Hey, sorry about frightening you, but I noticed you on your own and you don't look like you're enjoying this party much." He smiled easily, his large eyes forming crescents as he steadied your arm.

You laugh bashfully.

"Ah sorry, just had a lot on my mind. The party's wonderful but, organising it was a bit of a pain, so I don't think I'll be able to get over the stress of it until later." You shrugged and he nodded in understanding.

You could see when the idea entered his mind as his eyes practically lit up and he took your drink from your hand.

" The party looks wonderful and you did a really good job, Mingi hasn't stopped talking about how proud he is of your work, he said he'd probably have a heart condition from all the panicking if it weren't for you. But, if you need a break, I know the perfect place. Will you come with me?" He smiles at you mischievously and you follow him out of the room, away from the guests.

That had been your first time meeting Hongjoong, he'd taken you to the hotel terrace, leading you out onto the balcony overlooking one of the hotel's gardens.

It had been a sight to see. The December chill had caused snow to start falling and it stuck delicately to the conifer that had been planted as a centre piece, the fairy lights twinkled like stars against the dark and lit the path surrounding the garden. It had been breath taking and Hongjoong had led you there, an easy silence developing between you as he let you collect your thoughts.

You'd had no idea what it would develop into, whirlwind romance leading to an even crazier breakup and to eventually being kidnapped.

It was too much.

Your head pounding as you sat up in bed, your eyes feeling dry and gritty as you groggily tried to find your bearings.

Whether it was the drugs, the jetlag or your fitful sleep you didn't know but, it didn’t matter.

You just wanted to go home.

You’d have to play your cards right for now, considering you were on an island with one private airport, jet and presumably one pilot.

The only way a flight would come in is if one of them called for it, so there’d be no way that you would make it out that way without quickly being found out; especially because the air strip wasn’t anywhere near Hongjoong’s home.

You’d have to bear with being on the island for however long it took and make a break for it once the opportunity arose. You’d gotten away from him once before; you would do it again.

You quietly walk out of your room and down the stairs, the feeling of cool wood under your feet, thoughts swirling around in your head as you try to conjure up a coherent plan.

How would you get out? How would get away without Hongjoong noticing?

How would your plan come to fruition without you writing it down? After all, you were sure that everything was under lock and key, you hadn’t seen your phone since you’d gotten to the island or your passport for that matter.

How could you get away without your passport?

Getting away the first time had been easy, Hongjoong had left with the others and you’d left an hour later in your car, taking what you’d needed to start a new life.

But this would be different, it wasn’t as easy as moving to another city, you’d have to get off an island, almost impossible because you had no idea where this island was and what the nearest country’s name was.

What if you couldn’t speak the language? Forget language you had no money.

Your jumbled thoughts get interrupted as your stomach growls; when even was the last time you ate food, your mind drifting back to the hot chocolate you’d had just before your interview to calm your nerves.

The sour taste of morning breath and hunger in your mouth letting you know that there was no way you’d be able to come up with a plan without at least having a proper meal.

Your stomach growls again, louder this time and you freeze at the bottom of the stairs as you hear a chuckle from the kitchen.

“Good morning Y/N, I thought you’d be hungry so I got your favourite cereal. Something simple to help balance your stomach since I’m sure that you’d still feel a little queasy. There’s more food here if you’d like.” He smiles warmly at you, sipping from a large mug, an array of delicious breakfast foods in front of him. And slightly off from the centre of the table, a box of froot loops.

You pause at the edge of the table, not sure if you really needed to eat right now but, your stomach growling angrily again made the decision for you and you sat down across from him.

“Are you sure you haven’t poisoned this?” You say it only half-joking, not at all over his use of literal poison to kidnap you!

Hongjoong sets the mug down with a sigh and without even looking at you he gets up from the table, his sudden movements frightening you.

You’re getting ready to run if you have, trying to decide if you would make it to your room in time, when Hongjoong walks to and opens the fridge taking out the milk.

He looks up at you from your frozen position at the base of the stairs, the shock clearly on his face. He uses his free hand to wave you over before setting the milk down.

Hongjoong smiles again, his eyes warm and reassuring and for a second it takes you back to when you first met him.

You walk to the table with a huff, the scent of bacon wafting in the air and making your impatient stomach growl for attention again.

He pours milk into the bowl on the table, adding the cereal in as well, your eyes following his movements and he makes sure that they do. Your eyes widen when he spoons the cereal into his mouth, crunching away happily.

His actions are deliberate, and he holds your eyes, his expression open.

“See? Not poisoned. I’m not going to poison you Y/N, you can trust me.” You snort at that but, pick up the spoon anyway, sighing in contentment as you finally get to eat.

“I can’t trust you and you know why.” He winces at the finality in your voice but, a brain wave hits you as you look at the cereal floating in the bowl.

“Wait, when did you get this? I don’t imagine this place has a locally grocery store.” He perks up at the opportunity to have a conversation with you.

Not at all aware of the idea forming in your mind.

“Last night. We get regular food in when we’re staying here on the island , it comes in each month but, we can get stuff in whenever we want to really. Say for example, you want specific snacks or a tool, you can order it and it’ll be here in 5 days max – weather permitting.” He shrugs nonchalantly as the gears turn in your head.

Monthly shipments of food mean they must come from somewhere, right? All you needed to do was find out when the shipment comes in and you’d be able to figure a way out.

Once you’re off the island, you’ll figure out your next step.

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction: Your First Time Drinking Alcohol

Jin:

The two of you weaved your way through the crowds towards the bar, Jin’s hand guiding you through, making sure he didn’t lose sight of you.

“What do you want jagi? Lemonade? Coke?” He asked, grabbing his wallet out of his purse. “I’m pretty sure that they do soft drinks here.”

“Can I try that drink you like?” You nervously asked, not able to recall it.

He nodded, wanting to make sure. “A vodka lemonade, are you sure it’s what you want?”

You nodded too as he ordered two and paid for them. “My first-time drinking alcohol,” you giggled.

“No pressure.” You took the tiniest sip, your lips pursing as the vodka hit you. Jin couldn’t help but chuckle at your face. “So, what did you think? Would you have it again?”

Your shoulders shrugged, “it’s certainly different, but I think I like it. Maybe you’ll have to buy me a few more, just to be sure.”

“I’m sure I can do that.”

Yoongi:

You all gathered around the rehearsal room, just as the clock struck midnight and the next BTS album was released, flutes of champagne being passed around.

“I’ll take yours,” Yoongi whispered into your ear, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, “don’t worry about anything.”

“I’ll do it,” you replied, “it’s celebrating you and the band, I’ll drink it.”

He frowned down at you, “don’t feel like you have to, it doesn’t bother me.”

You squeezed his hand gently. “It bothers me, plus what better moment to try it than right here.”

“Alright.” The flutes were passed around as Namjoon made a toast, clinking glasses, before all drinking. “How was that?” Yoongi asked, finishing his drink before you did.

You were left confused at the taste in your mouth. “I think I like it, but I’m not convinced. You’re lucky it’s a special occasion otherwise I would never have tried that.”

“Your face was a picture though when you drunk it!”

Hoseok:

He sat down beside you ready to watch the movie you’d picked out, a glass of beer in his hands, taking a quick sip of it before you prepared to press play.

“Only got yourself a drink, did you?” You teased, opening your empty hands out, reaching out into empty air. “Very mean of you.”

“If you want a beer, I can get you one. Why don’t you try a bit of mine?”

You nodded, taking the bottle from him. “I didn’t think beer would be my first ever taste of alcohol.”

Hobi chuckled, “neither did I, but you can’t turn back now, take a sip.”

“Fine.” You took a sip, cringing at how disgusting it was. “How can you even drink that? It’s so gross, it doesn’t even have any taste to it?”

He took the drink back, easily taking a sip. “Now would you like me to get you a drink?” He teased, clasping onto your empty hands.

“Absolutely not, that was disgusting.”

Namjoon:

The waiter came over to your table as the two of you sat down to dinner to celebrate your anniversary, asking for your drink’s orders.

“I might try one of the house special cocktails, and a diet coke for my girlfriend please,” Namjoon spoke on your behalf.

“Actually, I’ll have a cocktail too, try something new,” you requested just before the waiter walked away.

Namjoon looked at you in confusion. “I’m sure they do mocktails. You never drink, what’s brought this on?”

You giggled, “I’m feeling adventurous tonight, I thought I might try one seeing as it’s our anniversary.”

“I’m not going to stop you.” The waiter came back with your drinks a few minutes. “Cheers to love, and another year of happiness,” Namjoon toasted, your glasses clinking together.

You took a small sip to begin with, enjoying the fruity tastes. “That’s amazing, why have I never drunk a cocktail before, I’ve really been missing out.”

“I have tried to tell you that before.”

Jimin:

Your eyes scanned the shelf, picking up a bottle of gin you spotted, rhubarb and ginger flavour, debating with yourself if it was what you wanted.

“Gin?” Jimin asked, coming up beside you. “You don’t even drink, why would you be looking to buy gin jagi, I don’t understand.”

“One of my friends recommended it, so I’m thinking about trying it.”

Jimin’s smile grew, “I know you’d love it. Stick it in the trolley, I’ll even buy it for you.”

You shook your head, “I can buy my own drink, I think I’ve got some lemonade at home anyways.”

The two of you headed home and later that night Jimin made you your first alcoholic beverage. “It’s a refined taste, don’t decide you don’t like it straight away,” he said.

“I’ll be fine,” you replied, taking a few small sips, the flavour hitting you. “Wow!” You exclaimed, “that’s amazing, Y/F/N was right, this is some amazing stuff, gin is my new favourite thing.”

“Drink that one and I’ll make you another love.”

Taehyung:

He came back to the table, two drinks in his hands, placing them down, eyes widening once he’d realised what he’d done, pouring two wines rather than one.

“Sorry love, I’ll drink that one, just forget I did that,” he whimpered in embarrassing, reaching out to move the glass, but you stopped him.

“I think that was your way of telling me to try some,” you teased, removing his hand.

He shook his head, mortified by his mistake. “I wasn’t I promise, you don’t have to drink it.”

“I want to,” you replied, “just sit down, and stop worrying, it’s really not a problem.”

He did as you said, watching him closely as you took your first sip. “Interesting taste,” you chuckled, taking another sip, “I quite like it, what sort of wine is it.”

“Just an old one I found in the fridge, all I know is that it is a red one,” he informed you, “but if you don’t like it, don’t feel obliged to drink anymore.”

“Taehyungie, I love it, just calm down and drink, goodness knows you need to relax.”

Jungkook:

You both sat opposite each other, a pint of cider in both of your hands, sniffing at it to get a hint of the smell. You chuckled, glancing over at an apprehensive Jungkook.

“Are you sure you want to try it with me?” You asked him. He quickly looked up at you, nodding his head. “Our first-time drinking alcohol, another one to tick off the bucket list.”

“It smells nice, so let’s see what it tastes like, cheers to alcohol, and growing up!”

Your glasses clinked. “Cheers, after three, I say we both just take a massive sip and see what happens.”

Jungkook nodded, “sounds good to me, one, two, three!”

You both took the biggest sips you could, you liked it, whilst Jungkook squirmed as it ran down his throat. “That tastes delicious, what did you think Kookie?”

“I’ve got mixed opinions,” he chuckled, “perhaps not my favourite. I think I’ll stick to drinking chocolate milk for now.”

“So much for being grownups!”

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crystalwillow · 4 years ago

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Against All Odds, Part Two

Pairing: James Whitmore x Lillie Jones

Word Count: 2.4K

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It was close to two week since James and Lillie had last seen each other and their date was fast approaching. Lillie was frustrated because James wouldn’t give any clues as to where he was Taking Lillie and wouldn’t even tell her what sort of outfit to wear. The only thing he would respond anytime she asked was “I’ve got it handled.” which frustrated her to no end. But finally the day rolled around and she was awoken by her doorbell ringing early in the morning. Luckily she was already up, so she raced to the door and opened it to be greeted by the mail man delivering her post along with a fancy looking box. Curious and having a feeling the box was from James, she thanked the mail man and hurriedly headed inside to her living room, tossing the letters aside and opening the box. Inside she gasped as she pulled out a beautiful silk blue gown, and peered inside to see some glittery white silver high heels and a note.

Taking a deep breath she read the note aloud. “Hey Lillie. I hope you’re excited for our date. This is the outfit I’d like for you to wear tonight and accessories with those cute butterfly earrings and necklace you were wearing the other day in your video you posted. I look forward to seeing you later, enjoy your morning. James x”

Lillie delicately placed the heels and dress back in the box and ran to her room placing it on her bed for later, then hurried back to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast before getting ready and going for a run. Today was going to be a good day and nobody was going to bring her down. Not even snooty paparazzo who just wanted to make her look awful. She’s Lillie Rose Jones and she will take the day by storm.

She ran two laps of her block before heading back inside and taking a well earned shower. She then ordered a light lunch to be delivered to her house whilst she caught up on the admin side of her work. Her accountant had recently fallen ill and Lillie had insisted that she took the time off to recover. It was a good job Lillie left school with an A* in math, because if she hadn’t she would be struggling right now. Just as she finished juggling the books, her phone rang and lit up with James’ name on the screen.

“James, hey!”

“Hey stranger.”

“What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Sappy.”

“Hey!”

The two laughed before Lillie let out a tired sigh and a yawn.

“Are you okay?” James asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just been going through my books. My accountant’s fallen ill and I don’t have anyone else who can do it. I guess I just forgot how tiring it is.” she chuckled as she yawned again.

“Are you going to be okay for our date?”

“I am. I was just about to go and take a 2 hour nap then get up and ready.”

“Lillie. It’s 2pm, our reservation is for 8pm.”

“Exactly. A 2 hour nap will take me to 4pm, 30 minutes to wake up and freshen up takes us to 4:30pm. 2 hours to get ready takes us to 6:30pm. And then, I’m just waiting on you.”

James chuckled. “I forgot how organized you are.”

“You forgot?! Oh you’ll pay for that!” Lillie laughed.

“Will I now?” James teased.

“You will. As punishment. I’m not turning up for our date!” Lillie huffed playfully down the phone as she took some milk from the fridge.

“Hey! That’s not fair! You can’t forfeit our date just because I forgot how organized you are!”

“Can too!” Lillie protested.

“You’d break my heart over my error?”

“Aw James, of course I wouldn’t. I’m just playing with you.”

“Well it wasn’t very fun.” James replied and Lillie giggled as she could hear the pout in his voice.

“Oh stop pouting, you big baby.”

“What?! How-”

Lillie just laughed. The two shared a few more words before Lillie hung up and headed to her room for her nap. Before they knew it, the time for their date had come around and James found himself on Lillie’s doorstep taking a deep breath and fixing his suit before reaching out and ringing her doorbell which caused her to suddenly freak out from inside. She steadied her breath and put a smile on her face as she opened the door. James looked at her and his jaw dropped as he took in how stunning she looked.

“Hey.” Lillie said nervously as she stepped forwards to give him a hug.

“H-hey. You look um… wow.” James blushed.

He marveled at her beauty for a while longer before taking her hand and walking back to the car with her holding onto his arm.

“Where are we going?” Lillie asked as the door was closed behind them.

“Now why would I tell you that and ruin the surprise Miss. Jones?”

“Because you like me just enough to do so.”

“I like you more than enough to do so. But, I have restraint. You’ll have to wait and see.”

“You’re seriously no fun when you’re like this James.” Lillie huffed as she crossed her arms.

“Oh come on. You can seriously look cute in a dress whilst pouting.”

“I’m doing it aren’t I?”

“Very well. Yes. But you won’t get me to crack. Can I offer you some alcohol-free champagne?” James asked, motioning to the center console.

“You got alcohol-free champagne just for me?”

“Well I wouldn’t be a very good date if I tried to make you drink actual alcohol, knowing you’ve switched to non alcoholic drinks. Which by the way. The organizers at The Met Gala should have told you it was alcoholic alcohol you were drinking the other night.”

“It was?! Ugh. No wonder I overslept and woke up with a killer migraine.” Lillie complained as James handed her a glass.

The journey to where James had made their reservation passed by quicker than expected and soon, James was helping Lillie step out of the car and they walked into a lovely restaurant together hand in hand.

“I hope tonight is to your liking.” James said nervously as the waiter walked away after handing them their menus to browse over.

“As long as you’re here. I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” Lillie smiled.

James smiled back and took a sip of his drink.

“What are you getting as your starter?” Lillie asked.

“Hmm. I’m not sure.”

“I think I’m going to go with the bruschetta.”

“Mmmm. I’ll take that too. What about the main course.”

“The pork belly, with apple purée and sprouting broccoli.”

“Good shout. I’m going to go with the smoked salmon and rice I think.”

“Nice.”

“Dessert?”

“Can we share it?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Then could I request the chocolate cake with a forest fruit coulis?”

“You certainly can.” James smiled and they placed their menus on the table and James placed their order and they waited patiently for the food to come out.

They enjoyed their starter as it came and then waited excitedly for their main courses.

“So tell me… What was life for the elusive James Whitmore before stardom?”

James chuckled and took a sip of his wine. “Well. It was a regular life. I was at college, taking a major in agriculture and a minor in sociology. I was clueless, didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do with my life, started posting short video clips on my social media just for fun. Then I decided why not make longer videos? Eventually, I was picked up for modeling by Dior and haven’t looked back since.” He smiled and took another sip of wine, then looked at Lillie through curious, narrowed eyes. “What about you? What was life like for pre-famed Lillie Jones?”

Lillie chuckled and subtly avoided his gaze, saved by the waiter coming over with their main courses.

“One pork belly and one smoked salmon?”

“Ah yes. The pork belly would be mine and the fish would be his.” Lillie told the waiter with a polite smile and she placed them in the correct places.

“Enjoy.” she smiled with a slight curtsey before turning and heading over to another table.

“Thank you.” Lillie said after her before turning her attention back to her food on the table.

“So?” James questioned as he cut into his fish.

“So…?” Lillie asked

“You still need to answer my question.”

“Oh. Right. Of course. Um.. well you see, the thing is.. Before all this. I couldn’t afford to go to college so I was there on a scholarship. But there was this guy that I angered somehow. It must have been through winning a mock debate in a lecture one day because I didn’t interact with him outside of the class. Long story short, I never got my law degree because he pulled a series of pranks that always led back to me being the culprit and I got kicked from the college. My dream is to one day go back to college and gain my law degree and go on to be a lawyer as I’ve always wanted to be.”

James listened intently, furrowing his brow and clenching his jaw at the mention of some guy he didn’t even know, being a douche to Lillie for no valid reason. Lillie clocked it and felt butterflies form in the pit of her stomach before she took a deep breath and a bite of her pork belly.

“So let me get this straight. You were put into a mock debate situation, I’m guessing to show what skills you already possessed and what could use work, and some douchebag idiot done everything he could to get you thrown out of the college because you won the debate?”

“Pretty much, and I was there on scholarship so I’m sure that didn’t help my case.”

James scoffed and shook his head as he chewed another bite of his fish before his expression turned thoughtful. “I suppose in some ways I should thank him though.”

“How so?”

“Well… If he hadn't done that, we may never have met.”

“I guess there’s some truth to that.” Lillie nodded thoughtfully.

They finished the rest of their meal and drinks in a bubbly atmosphere before they split the check and paid for everything. As they stepped outside, James offered Lillie his hand.

“May I? I thought we could take a slow walk back to your place.”

Lillie smiled brightly as she placed her hand in James’ lightly. It was the first time she had been on a date like this with someone who acted like a decent human being. Her past experiences had been going to a club and ending up entangled with the person by the end of the night, waking up the next morning with deep regrets and breaking things off two months later. Granted this had only happened 5 or 6 times, but that didn’t mean the experience was any less horrific in value. As they walked side by side, Lillie smiled up at James who turned his head and smiled back at her just as softly. They took their time, taking in the full beauty of New York in the night time and the stars overhead, basking in each other’s presence and just simply being. There wasn’t a word that needed to be said, they just walked in a comfortable silence, hand in hand as they headed back towards Lillie’s place. At some point Lillie shivered, despite wearing a faux fur coat that she owned, which paired with the dress James got her perfectly. Noticing the slight shiver, James wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding her closer to share his body heat with her and she nuzzled her head into his shoulder, eyes starting to feel heavy. Though she didn’t mind as they weren’t far from her house now. When they arrived there, they faced each other on the porch.

“Did you want to come in for a nightcap before you leave?” Lillie asked hopefully.

“Do you want me to?” James questioned back with his brow slightly raised.

“Me wanting you to or not shouldn’t be what you base your decision on mister.” she giggled and playfully jabbed his side with her finger.

“Hey!” he laughed tiredly, stifling a yawn.

“You could always come in and stay the night in my guest room. It contains a bed dressed up in only the finest silk.”

James gave her a sly smile. “Just admit you don’t want my presence to leave yet already.” he teased.

Lillie giggled. “So what if that holds some truth? Could you blame me?”

“Honestly? Not really. No.” James laughed richly.

“So… are you coming in?” Lillie asked

“...yeah.” James smiled and Lillie unlocked the door, stepping inside with James following closely behind her and closing the door before joining her in the kitchen.

“What can I get you?” she asked, finding a couple of glasses and filling her own with water.

“I think I’ll join you in having water. I found the wine a bit too….”

“Drying?” Lillie asked, finishing his sentence with a smile as she passed him a glass of water too.

“Exactly that.” James responded and took a long swig of his drink, sighing happily.

The two stayed up for a little while longer before they started yawning uncontrollably.

“Let me show you to your room.” Lillie smiled, stopping along the way to grab some fresh towels from the laundry cupboard along the way. She then stopped outside of a door, keying in a code to unlock it.

“I have a coded door? Fancy.” James commented.

“Yeah, well I’m sure you’re aware of the time I got robbed whilst I was away at a New York Fashion Week last year.”

“Yeah… I’m sorry that happened to you, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

James offered a comforting smile and followed her into the room.

“There’s an en suite if you prefer to shower before bed, and if you need to leave the room at any point, the code is written down on a piece of paper in that top drawer there.” Lillie said, smiling.

“Thank you. Oh and Lillie?” James said, gently grabbing her wrist

“Yeah.” replied spinning to face him.

“Goodnight.” he smiled.

Lillie stepped in closer and kissed his cheek sweetly. “Goodnight James.” she smiled before heading out, closing the door behind. James sat on the bed and listened as her footsteps echoed down the hallway before they stopped and he heard a door open and close.

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A/N: I had currently only planned two parts for this AU. But, I’m wondering if you guys would be interested in me making it a multi-part AU or just adding one more part to round it off. I just want to give you all something that’s different and doesn’t contain Choices characters. Comment and let me know, or let me know in your reblogs (if you choose to reblog that is).

#not choices #love sick interactive game #love sick lillie jones #love sick james whitmore #love sick vampire ball #vampire ball au #james whitmore x mc #james whitmore x lillie jones

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yourholidaymom · 4 years ago

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Your Holiday Mom: Peg

To hear Peg read her letter to you, click here!

My Dear Holiday Child,

You can thank your agender sibling for this letter; I wouldn’t have found this website on my own. We read all the letters last year and I was struck by the number of you that needed a mom. I am overjoyed that they thought I’d be a good Holiday Mom. I understand that you feel like this holiday season will not seem to be as warm and loving as a Hallmark card. Let me let you in on a secret ~ Hallmark cards aren’t real and parents can be stupid and ignorant. We may come across like we have all the answers when, in reality, we may not even know the questions. But we can also be loving, caring and accepting. I am very happy that you have chosen to join our family.

Tensions can rise in any family this time of year. We all have high expectations that may fall flat or hurt us. Please just hold on, it does get better. When things get tough, please remind yourself that it will pass. Your grandmother always told me that “it’ll be alright” and I’d get angry with her “how do you know” and she say that she just knew. I have to admit, that she was right, it did get better.

Please forgive me – I don’t always use the correct pronoun. It doesn’t mean that you aren’t recognized for who you are. It just means that speech patterns can be difficult to change and I’m trying. Also, I’m a hugger. I try to be aware of when you’ve had enough but sometimes I can’t tell. I just love you so much that I can’t let go. If we’re going to be honest, I’m also a cryer.

If you can, please find a little piece in your heart to allow me to comfort you. I’ll bring you some hot chocolate or tea and maybe a few cookies. Do you like homemade chocolate chip ones? We could sit on your bed and not say anything. We could talk about the music you like or the book you just read ~ you are still reading a lot, right? It’s been so long and I’m curious to see how you’ve grown and changed. I so wish that we were sitting together as you read this letter. I would take you in my arms and hold you. I know that you don’t always like it, but I’ll hold you in a loving embrace until you pull away. You’re safe here. I’ll respect your boundaries.

Of all the holidays, Thanksgiving is my favorite. I love to cook many different kinds of vegetables, bake bread and get the house smelling of a huge turkey dinner. I used to love the way my mom set the table. I try to do it as well as her but she had that decorating, artistic flair that passed over me to my children and you. She’s been gone for two years now and I still miss her. If you see me get emotional while I’m cooking it’s because I’m missing my mom. Thank you for asking about her, and for the way you ask if there is anything you can do to help with dinner. You are so polite! It’s nice to have an extra set of hands in the kitchen. No, I don’t think that it’s odd how much you like mashed potatoes, and now you know how to make them without any lumps! Remember when we went apple picking this fall and I made some applesauce and put it in a mason jar? We’ll open one up and have it with dinner. I don’t know why I make so much food, but we’ll have leftovers for a few days. Turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce and stuffing. Turkey and vegetable soup. Does it get any better than that? It’s time to dim the lights, light the candles and turn on Pandora for some classical music (I know, Spotify is better but I’m stuck on Pandora, what can I say?)

I love when we all finally sit down at the table and I ask everyone to tell me what they are thankful for this year. Your dad will mumble something extraordinary, your siblings will roll their eyes at me, yet say something heartwarming and meaningful. I am looking forward to hearing what you are thankful for this year. What am I thankful for? That’s easy, this year I’m thankful for you. You’ve come into my life and stolen my heart. It’s time to say grace.

We’ll all hold hands and recite the prayer that my family has said for generations. OK, well, your dad and I will say the prayer and the kids will just look blankly at me because they don’t believe in religion anymore and holding hands is just an excuse for squeezing each others hands too tightly, maybe you feel the same way? Well, it’s ok because we’re all in this together. UGH, I hate having milk bottles on the table but they always end up there. I prefer to drink sparkling cider in fancy champagne glasses but one glass is enough because it is too sweet. So it’s time to eat, and eat. I hope you brought your appetite. Yes, first course is always fruit salad, then a regular salad, then all the vegetables and turkey. After dinner we can just hang out for a bit. I’ll always ask if someone wants to play cribbage or some other table game. Don’t worry, no one ever wants too so don’t feel bad about saying no. Someday someone is going to surprise me and say yes. We’ll relax for awhile, call relatives and wish them a happy Thanksgiving. Maybe you’ll go upstairs and listen to music and digest this huge meal. Then it’s on to the pies. I didn’t know you’d never made one before and yours came out great! I love the design you made with the extra dough.

I am so thankful for you. I love you for being you ~ your creativity, the clothes you wear, the way you style your hair, and your opinions. You have amazing strength and insight. I am proud of you too. You are a wondrous person and deserve to be loved, respected, listened to, acknowledged and so much more. You are beautiful inside and out. This would be a better world if more people were like you. I just hope that someday soon you will appreciate you and much as I do.

Please be gentle with yourself. You are the only you that I have. What I hope for you this holiday season is that you know that you are loved and supported for who you are. I am thankful that you were born and came into my life. Please take some time to find a little peace during the holidays, however that may look to you. I will think of you and say a little prayer whenever I have a piece of apple pie!

With all my love, Your Holiday Mom Peg

** This year we are reprising your favorite letters. The original post date of this letter was Nov 26, 2015.

Your Holiday Mom: Peg was originally published on Your Holiday Mom

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homosociallyyours · 5 years ago

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@ha-larry-us and @livqueer tagged me to do this! Here we go :)

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? light amber wood color

2. a food you never eat? beets, tho i keep trying

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? neither, usually my body regulates temp well. but being sick that’s a little different and i never know if i’ll be shivering or having a hot flash

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? going back and forth between instagram and tumblr

5. what is your favourite candy bar? uhh maybe a snickers or a 100 grand bar

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? i went to the Oakland A’s gay day a few years ago with co-workers. It was really fun!! but i could never attend a serious sports event to cheer for a winning team.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? "come on, ding dong, you can do it” --said to my dog who was hesitating jumping down off the chair where she’d sat while i washed my dishes

8. what is your favourite ice cream? McConnell’s salted caramel and chocolate flake. or anything that’s a mascarpone or goat cheese base. yum.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? decaf yorkshire with milk

10. do you like your wallet? YES! i have a scarf that has a secret pocket in it! it holds cards and other small essentials and it’s very sneaky.

11. what was the last thing you ate? granola with milk

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nah bruh i haven’t bought new clothes in ages!

13. the last sporting event you watched? i watched the last season of GLOW when it came out. that’s as close as i get.

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? chicago mix babyyyy! cheddar and caramel together at last.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? my housemate, it was the landlord’s contact info

16. ever go camping? YES, and i miss it!! i used to camp regularly and really love my pseudo-glamping life: cooler full of good food, a double high air mattress, and a tent that allows you to stand up in the center (to change clothes). i haven’t gone since coming to california, which is a total bummer.

17. do you take vitamins? yes, vit. D and fish oil daily, ideally i would have a good multi, PS, and maybe a couple other things, but i can’t afford them all right now. my minimum is a D though, since yr body really does NOT get it from sun exposure. i know it sounds silly but vitamins are basically the concrete you pour in a hole to stabilize a beam (yr food). they’re very good and they help a lot!

18. do you go to church every sunday? NO, thank goodness! i even stopped having to go with my family when i visit them.

19. do you have a tan? no, and i rarely do. SPF all the way.

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza please

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? only fountain sodas with ice

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? bright/mixed colors

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? occasionally, but i’m pretty careful and definitely don’t do it in residential areas.

24. what terrifies you? zombies (seriously) and loss/lack of control of myself

25. look to your left, what do you see? the side of the couch and the blank wall.

26. what chore do you hate? doing the dishes

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? the crocodile hunter

28. what’s your favourite soda? cherry coke or dublin dr. pepper (the cane sugar kind made in texas) orrrr cheerwine

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? i drive thru everywhere except in-n-out, where it often takes less time to walk in.

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my housemate and i had a little conversation, but i messaged with my bff earlier and that was a real conversation.

31. favourite cut of beef? umm i really like cooking a ny strip, but i don’t necessarily have a favorite

32. last song you listened to? "fancy” as sung by bobbie gentry bc instagram didn’t have the reba version. WHICH IS UNACCEPTABLE, just so you know.

33. last book you read? my friends, i have a confession. i haven’t read an actual book in ages. i used to read A LOT and then when i got sick it was like my brain said NO THANK YOU and i just stopped. i still read loads, it’s just mostly fic or articles. that being said, i just finished i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine by @disgruntledkittenface and it was EXCELLENT.

34. favourite day of the week? Thursdays. like for as long as i can remember. it was hamburger day when i was a kid, and now it’s thursday hersday. and of course it was must see tv night all thru my adolescence.

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? i mean i probably could but why would i want to?

36. how do you like your coffee? with whole milk (and if i’m doing it myself, a little cinnamon, a pinch of salt, and a pinch of sugar)

37. favourite pair of shoes? my dog face flats (they’re bob’s for dogs, you can maybe google them) even tho they are really worn out now

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? between 4-7am. i am a cryptid, please do not look at me

39. at what time do you normally get up? between 2-5pm, again i beg you to look away and judge me not

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets!! (SAME!!)

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 4 right now. 2 super soft, 1 electric, and 1 duvet/comforter.

42. describe your kitchen plates? the classic 70s/80s unbreakable plates, some with the gold flowers around the rim and some with the tiny olive green ones. truly i think i have only seen a plate like this break once in my entire life. i bought these at a store in nyc (i definitely overpaid BUT it was still like $20 for 6 or 8 plates that will never break)

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? a properly made sidecar is HEAVEN, ok? so good!! but you gotta use good brandy and fresh lemons and i would get one if i could go back to my fave nyc bar and have pietro (a very good bartender) make me one. but really the thing that i will always want and have difficulty turning down is champagne/sparkling wine in the style of champagne.

44. do you play cards? yes! i used to play all the time with my ex. don’t so much any more but i still love it when i get to!

45. what colour is your car? dark orange

46. can you change a tire? YES!! @ha-larry-us when the quarantine is done I will show you!! it really isn’t too hard unless your bolts are on super tight.

47. what is your favourite state/province? California, i think. though part of me wants to name a southern state because I was born there and the mountains feel like home.

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? the one i currently have but am physically unable to work at right now-- cheesemonger at a worker owned grocery store

49. how did you get your biggest scar? i was borrowing stage makeup from a friend in another dorm before our choir performance. the door was usually propped open, and so when i left the building i sorta jogged down the steps and pushed really hard on the door with my momentum. it was NOT propped open, and I put my right arm through the glass (and knocked out two more panes with my knee and foot). the RA was training to be an EMT and helped me get cleaned up. I didn’t get stitches, but the scar is very long (maybe 3 inches). the best part of the story is that i went to make sure the choir director knew i wasn’t performing but would sit in the audience, and her response was “we don’t have time to give you sympathy.” she was having a rough year but DAMN that was an ice cold response to an injured 18 year old.

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? hmm probably just chatting with my bff. that makes both of us happy, always.

IDK WHO TO TAG!!! who is the sort of person to answer 50 random questions?? @alienfuckeronmain maybe? how about @slowdownsugar? hmm maybe @crinkle-eyed-boo and uhh @pompomoffinland. And you, friend!! YOU who is sitting there really wishing you were tagged, I am definitely tagging you!!

#about me #50 questions #text post #long post #alcohol mention #injury mention #this took me back to the old livejournal days

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elijahrosefanclub · 5 years ago

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Just imagine Elijah proposing to Isaiah at midnigh (at new years)

tHE LONG-AWAITED RESPONSE TO THIS PROMPT (which i love and think is super cute): it got a little long so i’m putting in a cut but here it is on ao3!

my new year’s resolution is you (2k words)

New Year’s Eve is probably Eli’s favorite day of the year, in all honesty, and there’s a very simple reason why. For at least six hours, every year, usually around midnight, he is pretty much guaranteed no bullshit. Everyone is busy partying and drinking, and while that might cause problems for the LAPD, it is so out of Eli’s jurisdiction. And that means that New Year’s Eve is the one night a year when Eli is not awake to see the clock tick over from 11:59 to 12:00. In fact, it’s the one night a year when he always gets over six hours of sleep.

It’s fucking fantastic.

There’s a yearly Vindicators party, and his routine is that he goes when it’s early, when the party is just starting and all the snacks are still well stocked, and he has precisely one glass of champagne and then leaves and is generally in bed by ten PM.

Once he and Isaiah had moved in together, she’d changed her own routine a bit— for the last couple of years, she’s always been home by midnight. At one point, he had asked why, and she’d responded that this way, she gets to start the new year with him even if they’re both sleeping. Actually, especially if they’re both sleeping, because hopefully that’ll be a sign of how the new year is going to go.

(It’s a running half-joke between them, how little they each sleep. Isaiah always gets caught up in one thing or another, and Eli finds it hard to step away from Mission Control even when he’s personally vetted the entire night shift and found them competent. Half-joke because they know it’ll catch up to them eventually, but that day hasn’t arrived yet and it might not arrive until retirement. So for now, they’re fine.)

It’s been eight minutes since Isaiah texted that she was on her way back. Normally, Eli wouldn’t have seen the text— it’s about eleven-forty, and usually he charges his phone at night in the kitchen to avoid sitting in bed watching security feeds of Mission Control on his phone. (There’s a landline in the bedroom in case someone actually needs to contact him at night and by some miracle he’s not already at work.) But tonight, he is ready and waiting. Isaiah should be back by eleven-fifty, and then he only has ten minutes to kill until midnight.

He wants it to be obvious that he’s still awake, because Isaiah’s years as a super mean that her fight-or-flight response is very well developed and tends toward ‘fight’. So surprises are bad. To that end, he’s made sure that the lights are on and there’s some music playing.

He is ready.

Unfortunately, now it’s 11:43, and he has a lot of time in which to do nothing. And he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous— well, not nervous, per se. More like, he’s anticipatory. And also nervous because unknowns, no matter how probable a certain outcome is, always make him nervous.

Sometimes Eli wonders why he decided to go into managing superheroes instead of, like, accounting.

Regardless, he is here now, and he’d rather be here than in the financial department of some faceless corporation, so here he’ll stay.

But he’s going to make some hot chocolate.

There is a right way, a wrong way, and a desperate way to make hot chocolate. The right way is on the stove with actual chocolate and milk. The wrong way is with chocolate syrup. The desperate way is with cocoa powder or a hot chocolate mix. Eli doesn’t disapprove of the desperate way, not really, but he avoids it when he can. That’s why it’s called the desperate way.

That’s also why he’s melting chocolate discs in a double boiler at 11:48 PM. Eli likes hot chocolate because he doesn’t like sweetened coffee or tea, but he needs something to fill the void of 'dessert beverages’, and over the years hot chocolate has become his go-to drink when he doesn’t need caffeine and herbal tea just isn’t cutting it.

Besides, it would be presumptuous to open a bottle of champagne now. And it would go flat.

He’s just started pouring in the milk when he hears a key in the lock and the front door swings open. It’s 11:51. And it takes everything in Eli to not immediately stop what he’s doing and freeze like he’s just been caught red-handed stealing.

Okay, so he’s a little more nervous than he thought he was. Whatever. He can deal.

He keeps pouring the milk, focusing intensely on the stove, and looks up once he hears Isaiah’s footsteps stop in the doorway to the kitchen. “How was the party?”

She’s leaning on the doorframe, her green scarf still around her neck, smiling in the sort of way that makes Eli think (correctly, because he’s spent a lot of time seeing how her face changes) that she doesn’t know she’s doing it. “It was good. I was worried that Elliot might feel awkward since he hasn’t been with us for very long, but I think he’s found his niche on the team. Also, he can seriously hold his liquor.”

“There is pretty much nothing that would surprise me less,” Eli says drily. “Nothing blew up?”

Isaiah laughs and steps away from the doorframe. “No, we save that for when you’re around.” She approaches the stove and puts her chin on Eli’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist. “So what are you doing up so late? Ooh, hot chocolate."

"Well, I haven’t been awake for midnight on New Year’s Eve since before we met. I figured it would be nice to actually stay up with you. And the hot chocolate is… it’s honestly just because.”

“Hmm.” She’s silent for a few moments, and then she says, “Are you distracting yourself so you don’t obsess about whether anything’s happening in LA that might need the Vindicators?”

“That’s entirely possible?” Which it is, technically. Even if Eli has never been less focused on the Vindicators than he is at the present moment. He can let Isaiah think that’s why he’s making hot chocolate at almost midnight.

She shifts a little bit and he feels a kiss on his jaw. “I understand that. But if anything happens, Tanis will probably know before you do.”

“What? Why?”

“Her phone isn’t fifteen feet away from her and she has the same news alerts set up that you do.”

That’s fair.

The chocolate and milk look pretty evenly mixed at this point, so Eli turns off the stove. “How long until midnight?”

“It’s 11:56.”

Okay. Four minutes to kill. He can do this.

He turns around to grab mugs from the cabinet, but Isaiah’s already pulling two down from the top shelf, and some neuron fires in Eli’s brain to remind him that the ring is still tucked behind his ties in the bedroom and he has four minutes and he somehow has to get it and bring it back here without Isaiah noticing.

Hmm.

He carefully pours the hot chocolate from the pot into the mugs (no matter how careful he is about it, it’s still probably the scariest thing he does regularly, including walking into the super training facility without checking to see if anyone is practicing projectile warfare), sets the pot back down on the stove and covers it, hands one mug to Isaiah, and says, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to grab a sweater.”

Problem solved. Also, the extra layer of the sweater means that it’ll be harder for Isaiah to tell immediately if he has anything in his pockets.

On his way out of the kitchen, he checks his phone where it’s charging on the counter. 11:58. Okay. Cutting it a little close, but he can do this.

Eli tries very hard not to visibly speedwalk out of the kitchen, but once he’s safely in the hallway, he jogs as quietly as he can into the bedroom, grabs the first sweater he sees, tosses it over his arm, pulls out the ring and stuffs it in his pocket, and then heads back down the hallway to the kitchen while putting the sweater on.

When he returns, Isaiah is studiously covering her hot chocolate with marshmallows, and she says, “We’ve got like thirty seconds until midnight. Ready?”

“So ready.” In more ways than one.

He grabs his hot chocolate and sets it down next to hers, and like he thought, she’s got a clock pulled up on her phone counting down the seconds until midnight. Twenty seconds.

Wow. Fucking years, and now all he’s got is twenty seconds. The anticipation honestly might kill him. (But that would be an incredibly stupid way to die, and above all things, Eli abhors dying in stupid ways.)

Fifteen.

He has to time this right if he wants to do it at exactly midnight. This is something Eli has known all along, but now his brain is positively yelling it. Did he mention he should have gone into accounting or something boring like that?

Whatever. Still worth being here, now, even if, as he has definitely mentioned, he is fucking nervous as fuck.

Ten. Countdown time.

Nine. Okay, single digits. Getting closer.

Eight. Eli casually takes the most minute sip of his hot chocolate just for something to do with his hands.

Seven. He puts the mug back down on the counter.

Six. Shitshitshitshit.

Five. It’ll only take him about a second to kneel, but he definitely needs to get the ring out of his pocket first.

Four. Which he does, carefully holding it to his side out of Isaiah’s sight. He can’t quite work out how to open the box one-handed, but that’s okay, he’ll figure it out—

Three. No more time to think about it.

Two. He turns a bit so his knee won’t slam into the cabinet underneath the counter.

One. He kneels.

It’s such a simple motion— just kneeling. When it comes down to it, there’s not a lot to be stressed about. He does this to tie his shoes. But the thing that makes it different, that makes it something that’s important, is the ring box in his hand that opened so easily that he can hardly remember doing it, can hardly remember anything about the past few minutes except that they all seemed to go by so fast compared to the eternity of thoughts passing through his brain in what must only be a second, because then the clock ticks down to Zero and Isaiah turns and sees empty space where he was standing next to her, and then looks down, and—

He can see the moment of comprehension on her face, the instant her mouth drops open the tiniest bit and her eyes begin to shine and he hasn’t even said anything before she’s dropped to the floor too and she’s saying “Yes, yes,” over and over and is it really the new year? Because it feels like time has stopped right now, like his heart is waiting in breathless anticipation for the next chance it has to beat, and it still feels like a daze, not like a dream because he is too viscerally here. The little details are popping out at him like they never have before— Isaiah still hasn’t taken her scarf off and the end trails on the floor, but she doesn’t care, because that’s an old scarf that has been through the years with her, and he can feel every single point where the velvet of the ring box makes contact with his hand, and when he takes the ring— gold, slim, beautiful without being ostentatious— out of the box and hands it to her so she can put it on, he feels the cold relief of the metal, how it warms up almost instantly when he touches it, and he can hardly believe this is happening but at the same time it feels like it was fated to happen, like it couldn’t not happen.

But instead of saying all that, because he’s not sure he could make it make sense out loud even if he wanted it to, he says, “I love you so much,” and then he says, “Happy New Year.”

#sharp zero #eli/isaiah #my inbox #birl writes #ficlet

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duketheman · 5 years ago

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Generation 4 Part 6

We go to the Dining room & are seated. Menu consists of: Stuffed lamb breast with lemon, ricotta, & oregano variety of cheese, Selection of Bread & Cracker, Jams, chutneys, spicy mustards, caramelized onions, candied nuts & pistachios, Rich flourless chocolate cake with a glass of sweet port wine, Small pieces of chocolate & Brandy. Father says Prayers: My God in Heaven. Please Bless this meal & Bless our Family with Your Grace. We thank You my God for all that you've provided & for the Miracle of those two tiny new lives that You so Graciously Blessed us with. Thank You my God, in the Name of our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen! 8:30pm we finish dinner & retire to the Drawing room for Coffee & Brandy! Sodas for the kids & Juice for Mary & Lucy. The Doctor recommended that Lucy attempt to Breastfeed again, so she too has decided to refrain from alcohol! The room is filled with Christmas Music! Mother says: ~Family, it's time to realize "The Reason for the Season"! We have a lot to be grateful for! It's time we start acting like it~ She begins to sing along with the music! We too begin to sing & the mood in the room becomes festive! We've hired a nurse to help with the babies, as to give a little bit of a break to our wives. Mary has pumped extra Breast Milk into bottles. Lucy has Formula for Anabel until she takes hold! It's now 12:45am & we've been enjoying ourselves so much, that we didn't realize how late it is! We decide to call it a night & go to our rooms. Mother was right! Tis the Season for Joy! God Bless us everyone!

I pick up my son & hold him, & pray a prayer of thanks to God! I turn to Mary, who's ready to feed him before we sleep & say: ~Darling, thank you for being the best wife a man could ever be Blessed with! I love you Mary Grace Newport!

She replies: ~'O my sweet Harry, no woman could ever hope to be Blessed with a husband as loving, generous, thoughtful & sweet a man as you! My love, you have never disappointed me in anything you've ever done. Now we're Blessed with another child. I feel my life is only getting better. You Harry, are my life!~ She has always made my every day & night! I thank God for allowing her into my life! She feeds little Harry, burps & changes him. Places him in his Bassinet, careful to lay him on his back. He falls asleep immediately. Such a good baby! We climb into bed & she falls asleep in my arms. I'm tired, Goodnight!

Skipping forward:

Sunday December 22 Little Harry's & Anabel's Christening

8:00am & the whole Family is enroute to Church. Today we'll be dedicating little Harry & Anabel to Christianity. It's 8:45am & we arrive. We enter the Church & the Family are seated. Mary, Myself, Lucy, George & both Babies are escorted to the front of the Church where when called, we'll bring the Babies forward! 9:00am service begins. After the Choir sings the opening hymns, Pastor Reverend Johnson calls the names of "Harold Joseph Newport Jr." & Annabel Josephine Richards" to the Altar. Mary holds little Harry in her arms & I stand by her side. The Pastor Asks: ~Who will be the Godparents?~ George & Lucy Step forward! Pastor Johnson recites: ~Harold Joseph Newport Jr., In the Name of the Father & of the Son & of the Holy Spirit! He then pours water over his forehead three times. He wipes dry little Harry's forehead.

Pastor Johnson says: ~Who will be the Godparents?~ Mary & myself step forward! Pastor Johnson recites: ~Annabel Josephine Richards, In the Name of the Father & of the Son & of the Holy Spirit! He pours water over her forehead three times. He wipes dry Annabel's forehead & Congratulates us! He invites the Congregation to take photographs! We're seated & service It's 10:30am & service is over. We're enroute back to Newport Mansion. 10:45am, we're arrive at the Mansion. We take the babies upstairs. The Family retire to their rooms to get ready for lunch. It's 12:00pm & Huntington rings: ~Lunch is being served in the Dining room!~ We go into the Dining room & are seated. Linguini, White Winter Truffles, Aged Parmesan is on the menu! The meal is delicious. 1:15pm we finish lunch & retire to the Drawing room for drinks & conversation! 2:15pm My wife & I are having a Date night. We're going to dinner & a movie! She wants to see "Jumanji, The Next Level". Showtime is 8:15pm at the Woodard. We go upstairs where she will feed little Harry. We'll nap a little before leaving!

It's 5:00pm & we're enroute to Grumpy's Diner on Main! There are no Fancy restaurants in Madison, but we do enjoy a good Burger & Grumpy's has great Burgers! We've arrived at the Diner at 5:45pm. We're seated & read the menu. I order the Steak & Tarter Special Combo with Lemonade. Mary orders the Burger Bowl Combo with Sprite. We finish eating & leave a tip. It's 7:40pm & we're enroute to the Woodard so we can get a good seat. It's 8:00pm & we park, buy the tickets & enter the Cinema. We're seated in the fourth row from the front. The previews are already showing, so I take time to by Popcorn, BomBoms & Soda! 8:15pm the move starts running. 10:20pm, the movie has ended. It was a great movie, starring Dwayne Johnson, Kevin Hart, & Karen Guillan. It was funny, exciting, mind boggling, test of skills & scary all in one game! We both enjoyed it! 10:30pm we're walking out the doors & getting in the car. Enroute to The Waffle House on Bandit st for Coffee. 10:45pm we pull into the Parking lot & enter the restaurant. We wait to be seated just a few minutes. We order coffee, decaf for Mary! We tip the Waitress & leave the restaurant, its Midnight. Were enroute to Newport Mansion. It's 12:30am & we've arrived at the Mansion. We go upstairs & get ready for bed. Mary has that look in her eyes. She winks & smiles, holding the covers up for me. I know what that means & I'm eager. It's been a while & long enough. Goodnight!

Tuesday, December 24

It's 8:00am & Huntington rings: ~Breakfast is being served in the Dining room!~ We go into the Dining room & are seated! Menu for the Morning consists of: Waffles with flax & almond butter, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, a fruit salad & protein shake, juice, coffee! 9:30am, we finish eating & retire to the Drawing room to discuss tonight's festivities! Mother has planned a Christmas party for friends & family! The party will be in the Grand Ballroom! She's been known to have the most entertaining parties in two hundred miles of Madison.

Christmas Eve

It's 5:00pm, I'm putting on my Tux, while Mary nurses little Harry! I can't help but to think about those we've lost! But I know God has a plan for all of us. JR has another week before we've got to get him back to the Academy. We're lucky to be able to have him for the Holidays & his Birthday! He'll be sixteen on New Year's eve. My God, where's the time gone! It seems like yesterday I was holding him in my arms. Tomorrow morning is Christmas & the anniversary of the first day I met Mary, the day I began to live again!

It's 6:00pm & we're in the Drawing room discussing the music for tonight, Mother of course has the last say!

We're expecting Governor Ron DeSantis to attend, as well as other Dignitaries she's friendly with! Busy day ahead...........

7:00pm

Governor DeSantis arrives & my parents greet him immediately! Other guests are arriving, to include; Mayor Jim Catron & his wife, Chief of Police Reggie Alexander & his wife, & friends of the family totaling over 150 guests!

Huntington escorts each of the Guests to the Grand Ballroom where food & drinks are being served.

The tables each are marked with the guest's name on a card. Christmas music is playing. The wait staff are offering hors d’oeuvres & Champagne.

The menu consists of: Goose, apple sauce, ham, bread stuffing, crawfish cornbread stuffing, sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes, green beans, broccoli, ambrosia, a cranberry mold, goose gravy, a relish tray with green onions, watermelon pickles & olives, Russian caviar, pumpkin, pecan, apple & cherry pies. A crisp white wine, eggnog, syllabub, & sweet potato punch! More Champagne! We have Non-Alcoholic Champagne for Mary, Lucy & the kids!

My wife looks stunning in her new Red Christmas Gown.

George, I've never seen him decked out before. He looks like he belongs in that Tux. Lucy's wearing a Bluish colored Evening Dress, slitted in the arms & down the left leg; also looking quite Beautiful. The kids look like a Prince & his Princess! The whole family, I must say are showing their Best. Mother looks quite pleased with herself!

This will be a party to remember, I only wish Rachael could have been here! The babies are upstairs with the nurse. They're bringing more hors d’oeuvres & Champagne around.

My Father's dancing with Mother, to Tony Bennett's Christmas Waltz. It's my Mother's favorite. I better get my wife out on the Dance floor, before someone else does, I'm somewhat stingy!

The Governor & his wife Casey seem to be enjoying themselves! They've been on the Dance floor over two hours already! The Ballroom is alive tonight & Happiness is it's heart! My Brothers don't seem to have a problem finding someone to dance with, I wish they'd settle down & have a Family. Sis & Bill are dancing the night away! Santa is expected to arrive at 12:01am!

12:01 2019 Christmas

The music starts playing: "The Santa Claus Rock" by INFANTIL! Everyone's rocking with the music as Santa enters the room! The music stops, Santa grabs his Bag & begins to pass gifts out to the Family & friends! He calls out each name, without hesitation or looking at a note. He just hands the gifts out as if he knew what was in them! Everyone seemed surprised but pleased with the gift they received.

I ask JR: What did you get Son?~ He replies: ~The Nutcracker Soldier, I've been wanting it ever since I can remember! Only my Mother knew, she promised to get it for me for Christmas, the year she died!~ I ask: ~What's the card say?~ He replies: ~ From Mommy with Love! Dad, I never told anyone!~ We both left it like that! I received the Gold ring I lost some years ago off my Boat. I had dropped it in the water, never to be seen again; so I thought! It's inscribed with the words: Dolphins Bring You Luck" dated 2004. These were words Julia said on my Boat when I took her to see the Dolphins, the year we first started dating! She had given it to me for Valentine's day! The card read: Love never dies Harry, be Happy! anta leaves as fast as he arrived, with a HO HO HO, Merry Christmas to all, & to all a Goodnight! I followed him out, but strangely, he just disappeared, poof he was gone! I really wanted to congratulate him on how good he was & ask him how he knew! Mother says: ~Son, that wasn't our Santa, your Father was suppose to play the part! We have no idea who he was, where he came from or disappeared too!~ Kind of got everyone thinking....... The last song is playing: "I'm dreaming of a White Christmas" by Bing Crosby! I take Mary out to the floor & dance the last dance with her, cheek to cheek! It's 2:00am & everyone's left. I & Mary say Goodnight & we go upstairs & get ready for bed! I didn't tell Mary about JR's gift, nor mine; but it was weighing on my mind! Even in Death she was able to keep her promise to our son & assure he got his Christmas present as well as; to send me a message! God is good! Merry Christmas to you all from the Newport Family & Goodnight!

Skipping forward:

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Happy Birthday John Ross/New Years Eve

It's 6:00am & my wife is feeding little Harry. We're drinking coffee in the room, Decaf for Mary. When finished, we'll go downstairs for Breakfast. Eggs Benedict, Toast, English Butter, Jelly, fruit, & juice is on the menu this morning.

We got to get things together for today. Its JR's Birthday & we want it to be a special! Mother has planned a big party for him, lots of guest!

The cake will be delivered some time today!Kellyanne has asked if I would take her & her Dad to the Mall, so she can buy him something special for JR! Tonight Mother will be putting on her Annual New Year Fireworks display!

7:00am, Huntington rings: ~Breakfast is being served in the Dining room ~ We go downstairs, to the Dining room & are seated! It's 8:30pm & we're finished eating. Myself, George & Kellyanne get in Father's car & proceed to the Valdosta Mall just over the State line. She wants to go to Jared's. It's 9:45pm & we're pulling into the Mall's parking lot. It opens in fifteen minutes. That's good, no rush. 10:00am sharp & they open the entrance, we head for Jared's.....

Kellyanne finds a ring she says is perfect! It's a Black Diamond ring 1/2ct tw 10k Gold running about $1300.00! I have to say she has impeccable taste. Not feminine looking, yet beautiful. JR will love it. She has them inscribe the words: Love is forever! I can't help to notice how much Kellyanne is like Julia the way she thinks! No wonder JR loves her so much!

It's 12:30pm & we are enroute to Madison. We stop at Dairy Queen for lunch. Its 1:00pm. 1:45pm & were on the way back to the Mansion. 2:10pm we arrive. Mother is outside supervising the setup for the party & Fireworks tonight. I go upstairs & my wife is talking a nap. I kiss her on the forehead, careful not to wake her, check on the baby & go back downstairs to have a beer & help wherever I can!

It's 3:30pm & the cake is delivered. The stage for the Band has just been finished.

Mother has hired The Frequency Band for tonight. Mother is a perfectionist, everything must be right. She's hire fifty extra staff for the Party, she loves JR. He was her first Grandchild!

Dinner will be finger sandwiches & hors d’oeuvres, as well as cake & ice cream; served during the party! Dress is casual.......

t's 5:30pm, the band has arrived & setting up! Though not like when he was a child, this party will still be big.......

6:00pm, the guests are arriving & the band is already playing music. They're quite good actually, from LA is what I hear!

7:00pm & the party is in full swing. Kids & adults alike are dancing. They're playing all the latest favorites. Drinks are being served but Alcohol is in one tent under the control of Huntington. Soda & Fruit Punch in another, self serve! There's Sweet Tea for the asking.....

8:00pm, the band starts playing Happy Birthday to John Ross, & a table is rolled out with a cake!

Two candles in the shape of the number sixteen, on top of a Beautiful Black Cake. JR makes a wish, blows out the candles, takes a knife & cuts the first piece.

Kellyanne hands her gift first. The ring & a kiss! She says: ~John Ross, take this ring as a symbol of my everlasting love for you. Happy Birthday John Ross, may you have many more!~ He slipped the ring on his finger & kissed her. He says: ~Kellyanne, I'll never take it off for as long as I live!~

He begins to open the many gifts from everyone here.

Mary bought him a Beautiful Compass inscribed: "To my son: Wherever your journey in life may take you, I pray you'll always be safe.

ENJOY THE RIDE & NEVER FORGET YOUR WAY HOME. I'm Always Here For You; Mom"! The compass is made of Gold in a Sailor's pocket watch casing. Quite elegant, I could see him trying to hold back tears!

I got him a Man's music box with my recorded words to him: "To my son: SOMETIMES IT'S HARD TO FIND WORDS TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME. IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN Loving you & breathing I WOULD USE MY LAST BREATH TO SAY ~I LOVE YOU~ I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO LOVE YOU, I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE TO SUPPORT YOU. You will always be my baby boy. ~Love Dad~"

My Parents got him a Pocket watch with the inscription: "To my Grandson: Never forget that I Love you. I hope you believe in yourself as much as I do.

George & Lucy gave him a Gold wristwatch.My Brothers gave him a check for a thousand dollars. My Sister & Bill gave him an authentic Navy 1860 Officers Cutlass with His name on it, inscribed: "With His Swift & Terrible Sword "

It's 11:00pm. JR received well over two hundred gifts. He will have to leave some of them behind when he returns to the Academy on Thursday!

11:59pm & were getting ready to countdown to the New Year. Were counting down from 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 & the Fireworks display goes off as the band plays "Auld Lang Syne" The new Year's Anthem! I take my wife in my arms , kiss her, really kiss her & tell her : ~I love you Mary!~ She replies back: ~I love you my Harry!~ Everyone is kissing, singing & wishing all well! It's now 1:00am & the Fireworks Display is over. The band has played it's last set & everyone's leaving! Everything went well & we all had a great time. It's New Year's day & JR goes back to school tomorrow. We will be going home too! It's been a great vacation except for losing Rachael!

We say Goodnight & go upstairs. We're tired, The baby senses we're here. Mary nurses him before we lay down. She lays little Harry down, we lay down & fall asleep in each other's arms!Wednesday, January 1, 20206:00am, I've decided to let Mary get some rest after a long night. I change little Harry, feed him with stored Breast milk in a bottle, burp & play with him a little while! This brings memories back of when JR was a newborn! He fell asleep in my arms, I lay him on his back in the Bassinet! It 8:00am, I wake Mary up to see if she's hungry. She wants to sleep another hour,I go downstairs & Brunch is being served. I ask Huntington to assure that Mary has something to eat when she wakes up. I sit down & eat, it's only myself, my parents & Mary's parents! Seems like everyone else decided to sleep in..... I say Good morning & they reply almost simultaneously: ~Good morning Harry!~ Mother asks: ~Sleep well son?~ I reply: Yes Mother, I did; Thank you! She says: ~How's Mary & the Baby, is Harry Jr sleeping through the night?~ I reply: ~Yes Mother, he is & Mary's sleeping in another hour!~ She replies: ~Good, a new Mother need as much rest as she can get!~ Mary's Mother adds: ~Yes they do! Harry, you're a good man, our daughter loves you very much & so do we! We feel Blessed having you part of the Family & you to John Ross!~ I reply: ~She is my Blessing Laura, she & my children are my life. I'm more than proud to be part of the Family & I love you two as well!~

8:30am, JR sits down at the table, followed by Kellyanne! They both say Good morning & sit down at the table. JR remarks: ~I'm starving!~9:15am Breakfast is over. Huntington has told Cook to hold Breakfast for an hour in case the rest of the Family is hungry! I go back upstairs & check on Mary. I find she's up & the baby seems to be hungry again. She's nursing him! I call downstairs to the kitchen & have them send Mary's Breakfast up to the room!...... We've got to pack & get ready for our trip home. JR's flight takes off for Valley International at 5:30am & the rest of us are scheduled to take off for Miami International at 7:15am! My wife finishes nursing little Harry, I take & burp him so she can eat! She says: ~Lord, I can really use a strong cup of regular coffee! But our son is more important! But just as soon as he stops nursing, I'm going to nurse on a whole pot of Community!~ She laughs, but she's more serious than she let's on..... I'm having fun with little Harry! He sure does smile allot, but Mary says it's gas! I think he smiles because he's a Happy baby! I put our son in his Bassinet because he's fallen asleep! I sit next to my wife & say: ~Mary Grace Newport, I love you! You married me & gave me life. You took my son as your own & raised him! Now you've given me another son! You have been & are my life. I'm truly Blessed! Thank you Mary, I only hope I tell you enough!~ She replies: ~Harry, you tell & show me every day! It fills my heart with joy & happiness everytime I hear your words. I love you Harry, with every essence of my being! I live for you Harry, you're my heart & soul!~ We embrace & kiss for more than a few minutes! We go ahead & pack up everything we can for now. We have laundry that has to be brought up to the room later!

Were just going to hangout with the Family today, we're going to miss them all very much! JR & I will visit the Cemetery this afternoon, so he can see Julia's & his Grandparents graves one more time before he goes back to Texas! He wants to plant flowers on the graves........ I think he wants to tell Julia thank you for his gift. I know that sounds strange but so do I, there's no other explanation!We go downstairs & everyone is congregating in the Game room. Mother has declared this day, "Family Day"! She says: ~We see far too little of each other, & I think it nice if we spend the day enjoying each other's company!~...... She has Finger sandwiches, Olives, Dill pickles, Cheeses, Sweets & Drinks set up on a table. We'll not have to stop for lunch, yet we can eat as we wish! I & George immediately challenge my Brothers to a game of Eight ball! I'm quite good at this, though it's been a while..... Father is acting as Barkeep! My Sister & our wives are Bowling on the indoor alley! Mary's parents & Mother are playing cards! JR & Kellyanne are playing Table Soccer!......... it's 4:30pm & as promised, I borrow Father's car: I & JR are enroute to Newport Cemetery to place flowers on Julia's & her Parent's graves. We'll place them on my Grandparents grave as well! It's 5:30pm & already getting dark. We leave the Cemetery enroute back to the Mansion. It's 5:55pm & as we're walking in the doors, Huntington rings: ~Dinner is being served in the Dining room!~ We all have our last Dinner as a Family! It's 7:30pm & Dinner is over. We retire to the Drawing room & share a little more time together. We plan next Christmas vacation together. It's 9:00 & we say our Goodbyes to my siblings. Mine & Mary's Parents will be up to say Goodbye in the morning. The Chauffeur will drive us to the Airport, theirs eight of us with the Babies & Father's Car won't have enough room. We say Goodnight & go upstairs so we can be fresh in the morning. Mary nurses little Harry while I take my shower! After; I take, burp & play with him while Mary takes a shower! I see him smiling more & more, warming my heart with everyone! He falls asleep in my arms & I lay him down on his back! I didn't know that SIDS was a growing threat in the USA & laying a baby on their stomach or side was the leading cause! Mary taught me that! She's a very cautious Mom & I thank the Good Lord for it! We lay down & I say: ~Mary Grace Newport, I love you!~ She replies: ~Harry Joseph Newport, you are my whole life &I Love you!~ We fall asleep in love!

Thursday January 2, 2020

It's 2:30am & we get up. Mary nurses the Baby while I wash up, brush my teeth & shave. I call for Huntington: ~Please take our bags down to the Limousine. Mary finishes feeding the little Harry, I take & burp him while my wife washes up & gets dressed. We go downstairs & meet up in the Dining room. Mother has arranged for an early Breakfast so we don't leave hungry! It's 3:30am & we say our Goodbyes. Mary & her Mother are crying & Mother is doing her best to hold tears back. They kiss, hug & kiss us all again as we walk out the doors! Father walks us out while the others stand on the stairs! He says: ~Harry, I love you kids, please have a safe trip. John Ross, you too, make sure you make next year son! Bye you all & take care of our Grandkids, I'm talking to you too. You're family too now! George replies: ~aye Mr Newport Sir!~

I tell my Father,: ~I love you Father, we'll call you as soon as we land! Bye now!~ It's 4:00am & were enroute to the Airport. Its 4:35am, we arrive at Valdosta Regional & the Baggage Valet loads our baggage onto a cart. JR checks in & the kids say their final Goodbye. Kellyanne is crying & makes JR promise to write every day! He hugs me & tells me that he loves me. He hugs & kisses Mary Goodbye & tells her he loves her. She's crying again! He kisses his little Brother & Anabel, he's only got so long until Boarding, so he has to get through Security! Its 5:30am & his flight takes off on time!

JR has one more year until he Graduates in June 2021. He's already been accepted & will enter Annapolis Naval Academy in January of 2021 He'll attend four years thereafter; he'll be Commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant & serve a minimum of five years in the Marine corps! That boy has made us proud!

It's 6:15am & we're allowed to check in. We walk through Security & to the Boarding gate where we'll wait until allowed to board.. 6:30am & we're boarding the plane. It's 7:00am & our flight takes off on time! Its 11:20am & were on approach to Miami. Suddenly; we start climbing & are ordered to stay seated & buckled. We have a landing gear stuck & are circling the Airport! There's some panic, but all in all; most stay calm! We circle for twenty minutes & it begins to look like we're going to have to land without the the front Landing gear! Now I begin to worry a little! But I look at Mary & she says: ~It'll be fine Harry, God has us covered~ Suddenly; the front Landing gear comes down. Relief is felt all over the plane, people begin to cheer & clap! Mary turns to me, smiles & says: ~See Harry God is watching over us!~ I remember calling my wife an Angel sent by God, now I'm sure of it! She didn't worry at all, she knew we'd be ok! We're on approach again. We land & it's 11:50am. Late but safe! God is Great!!!! We get through Security, get our Bags from the Carousel & have our wives & Babies sit down & rest. George & I walk across to the Parking Garage & pick up my car. We drive around to the loading zone & help Mary, Lucy & Kellyanne into the back seat with the Babies. George & I load our bags & we're enroute home! I'm going to miss everyone but I'm so happy to be home! It's 1:00pm & we drop George & his Family off, they're looking tired & happy to be too! Kellyanne is still sad but she'll get over it! We're enroute to our house. It's 1:20pm & Home sweet Home! I help Mary into the house & come back for the bags. Mary takes our son into the Nursery & says: ~My sweet little child, welcome home Baby Harry!~ She lays him down in his crib & sings a Lullaby: The song is called "Sweet Dreams ". I've never heard it but it's quite beautiful! Mary is a wonderful Mother. I go in the kitchen & prepare lunch, as they don't serve food on flights anymore! Simple Ham & Cheese, Dill pickles, Lays lightly salted chips, Sweet tea! We sit, eat lunch & talk about all that's happened. We finish & she says: ~Harry my Love, I'm going to lay down & take a nap; I'm just feeling so tired!~ I reply: ~Darling, sleep well, you need to rest!~ I go into the Library & check my messages. I need to start the "Willow" back up after Vacation! Looks like I have a scheduled trip on Monday, January 6! I give George a heads up, grab a cold one & relax! It's 4:00pm & I think I'm going to cook dinner for Mary. She'll be awake soon & hungry, she has enough to do just taking care of the baby! I prepare Baked Chicken, Macaroni & cheese, Garlic Bread & I'll wait to see what she wants to drink!It's 5:00pm & Mary comes down. She's pleasantly surprised. We sit down to dinner & enjoy each other's company. We finish up & retire to the Living room. We sit on the Loveseat, listen to music & just cuddle. She has Baby monitors set up everywhere in case he wakes up..... He sleeps until 8:00pm, Mary says to me: ~I'll be back my love, let me nurse him, he's hungry! She goes up, feeds him & is back in my arms within twenty minutes! I love my wife & enjoy spending time with her. I am a CUDDLER! I love cuddling & showing her how much I love her! It's 11:00pm & she asks: ~How about a snack?~ I reply: ~Sounds great Darling~ She goes in the kitchen, goes in the pulls out two thinly cut steak out of the freezer & chops them up with onions & Bell peppers. She grabs four eggs & shredded cheese out of the refrigerator. She's making steak & cheese omelets! That's my favorite omelet, she knows me so well! We sit down & eat. We finish, I handle the little cleanup there is. She goes up & nurses the Baby. I'm done & I follow her to find her waiting for me, under the covers. She says: ~Come on Big boy, I need you!~ She smiles, winks & exposes her naked body! Goodnight all!

Duke Sherman

To Be Continued

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