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moremaybank · 2 years ago

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mirror sex with jj pleaseee😩

REFLECTIONS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x gf!reader

summary jj surprises you when you two go on a romantic trip for the weekend

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, humping, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), anal play, mirror sex (obvi), language, praise kink, slight degradation kink, squirting

author's note kinda put my own lil twist on it, i hope that's okay 🫶🏻

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you swiped your key card over the lock, hearing the little ding that notified you that the door to your hotel room was now unlocked. you stepped inside, jj following closely behind you as he brought in your bags. the door shut behind him, and he set down your belongings as he watched you explore the room.

it's not every day that the two of you get the opportunity to spend an entirely stress-free and romantic weekend away, so jj had opted to make it memorable. sure, he splurged when he had promised you he wouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. he loved you so much, and you deserved it. point blank, period.

"j..." you whispered, eyes roaming around the room. there were twinkly lights across the walls and strung carefully around the railing of the balcony, and the view was gorgeous. it overlooked the water, the now setting-sun casting hues of pink, orange and violet over the body of water. there were three bottles of kook-worthy champagne in ice buckets and chocolate-covered strawberries decorated with precision. the king-sized mattress has rose petals sprinkled over the duvet in the shape of a heart. "did you do all this?"

"maybe," he shrugged, a casual but shy smile on his face. "you haven't even seen the best part. look up," he urged.

it was an odd request, but you obliged, tilting your head back to get a look at the ceiling of your room. when you did, your gaze landed on your reflection.

"you didn't," you breathed, a smile growing on your face as you looked at him from over your shoulder.

"oh, but i did."

you and jj were laid up in the hammock at the chateau. he had an arm slung around your shoulders as you leaned your head on his broad chest. your fingers toyed with each other's as you stared up at the stars in the night sky. the air was chilly, but neither of you even had the chance to notice because you were enveloped in each other's warmth.

nothing could beat this.

"hey, babe?"

"hm?" you hummed in response, your fingers tracing patterns over the palm of his hand.

"how cheesy would it be if one day we got a hotel room with a mirror on the ceiling?"

"that's...an oddly specific question," you chuckled, "but honestly, i think it'd be romantic. why do you ask?"

"i'm just trying to see if you're as freaky as i am," he smirked, and you laughed softly, smacking him on the chest.

"jj."

"i'm serious. it'd give us a whole other perspective," he said, slowly climbing on top of you. "just think about it...you on your back while i'm devouring the hell out of your pussy. you looking up at the mirror and watching my every move. each thrust of my cock into you, watching it fill you up from two different angles...it'd be one hell of a show," he mumbled into your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses there.

you felt your panties start to become damp as jj's words and actions turned you on, and you weaved your legs around his hips to bring him closer to you. your hand clasped around the back of his neck, bringing his face back up so you could look at him.

"well, when you put it that way, how could i ever say no?"

jj grinned in response. "i'll make it happen one day. we'll get out of here, just you and me, and we'll spend an entire weekend together just drowning in each other. how's that sound?" he questioned, his thumb smoothing over the outline of your jaw as his gaze locked on yours.

"that sounds perfect. now, what do you say we drown in each other right here?"

"how could i ever say no?" he spoke, quoting what you said earlier with a smug look on his face.

"that was two years ago, how'd you even remember that?"

"it was my idea, baby. i told you i'd make it happen, didn't i?" jj pulled you backwards until you were against his front, and he wrapped his strong arms around your waist as he leaned his head on your shoulder. "you deserve the best, baby, and i'm gonna give it to you."

you turned your head to the side, pecking jj's cheek softly. "you better get your ass on that bed, maybank. i'm about to give you the night of your life."

"that's my line," he frowned.

you didn't answer, but instead, you shoved him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. you giggled as he tugged you closer to him, and your lips collided.

jj's hands slid under the hem of your shit, fingers hooking into the material of the back of your bra. he tugged on it, letting it snap back onto the skin of your back. you hissed at the semi-harsh contact, the sting only spurring on your pending horniness. you'd always been the type of person to enjoy a little pain with your pleasure. in response, one of your hands threaded your fingers through his blonde locks, tugging on them as jj pulled you closer still, your clothed breasts pressing into jj's chest.

"take this shit off," jj mumbled, pulling at the hem of your shirt. you obliged his order, stripping your shirt off. your laced bra accentuated your cleavage and made jj's head spin. he yanked each cup down, freeing your breasts from their confinement before his lips adorned them with kisses and nibbles. he sucked soft red and purple hues into the flesh of your tits, and you rolled your hips against his. the tent in his shorts was growing. his cock firm as you prompted his arousal, and it twitched underneath your clothed core.

"jj," you whispered, your digits prying at the button of his shorts. he nodded at you, giving a silent go-ahead for you to remove them from his lower half. you yanked them down his legs when he raised his hips. "can i suck you off, baby?" you asked, your palm rubbing against his cock over his briefs.

"fuck yeah," he breathed.

you grinned, helping him shrug off his shirt before you started to trail wet kisses down his torso. you began at his sternum, making your way down to the waistband of his underwear. you drew it downward, exposing his cock. the tip was red, angry and wanting as it silently begged you for attention. your hand circled it, and you stroke him slightly.

"have i ever told you how beautiful your cock is, j? it's perfect. i salivate every single time about it, did y'know?"

you spat on your hand, lubing it up before you brought it back to jj's length. you brought your face closer to it, opening your mouth. you slapped it against your tongue, feeling the gratifying weight of it weighing you down. it didn't matter how many times you'd come face to face with his length. you were still stunned and completely cock-drunk every single time without fail.

you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue swirling around it as you teased him. jj's hips jerked, notifying you that he wanted for me. more of your lips, more of your mouth and your tongue. just the tip wasn't enough for him. he needed to feel all of you, or he wouldn't be satiated. not in the slightest.

you brought him down your throat all the way, his cock nudging the back of it each time you took him into your mouth. your head bobbed up and down as your lips created a vice-like grip on him. he threw his head back, his fingers digging into your scalp as he guided your movements.

"shit. your mouth feels so good, baby. can i come down your throat? will you let me do that?" he questioned.

your doe eyes stared up at him, softening as you silently gave him permission to do so. he grinned as best as he could manage through the pleasure. he let you slurp and suck all around him, your mouth warm and slick against his length. jj met you halfway, semi-thrusting his hips as you pulled and pulled at him with your lips. you moaned around him while taking him deeper. it was almost as if you could feel him in your lungs, and you moaned around him as he used your throat to make himself come.

"fuck. i'm right there. make me come, baby. want you to swallow me whole."

you sucked on him harsher, your lips providing a suction-like clasp on his length. your free hand came up to play with his balls, massaging them as you reeled him toward his orgasm. they tightened, his cock fluttering inside your mouth as he shot his hot ropes of come down your throat. it was hot and slightly salty, but also so jj at the same time. you could lap at him forever if he'd let you.

jj pulled you off his length and guided your face back to his so he could kiss you. he did, his lips devouring yours in a wordless 'thank you.' you blindly yanked at the clasp of your bra as you tossed it aside, freeing your breasts completely. you momentarily pulled away from the kiss, desperately trying to rid yourself of your jean shorts. you finally dislodged the button, unzipping them and tugging them down your legs along with your panties.

"will you fuck me, daddy? i wanna watch you fill me up," you begged, your bare core grinding against his cock after you climbed back on top of him. you bit your lip as the stimulation to your clit raked through your body. your movements soon became relentless as that familiar pleasant feeling grew more and more present.

"baby. if you don't stop, i'm gonna come before i even get inside you," jj grunted, grabbing your hips in an attempt to halt your grinding. you whined at the loss of your pleasure because you craved that high you were chasing. "shh. it's alright, pretty girl. i'm gonna take care of you, i promise."

he changed your position, laying you flat on your back as he propped your head up on the lush pillows. his fingers ran down your inner thighs, causing goosebumps to form in their wake. he inched closer and closer to your cunt, and your clit throbbed as your blood rushed to it. you yearned for any sliver of friction jj would grant, and as if he knew your exact thoughts, his thumb teased your entrance. it gathered up your slick, smoothing it over your folds and all the way up to your bundle of nerves. his circled it delicately, sating your ache only slightly. he slipped his middle finger inside of you, stroking in and out as he continued his work on your clit.

"can you do something for me, princess?"

"anything, j. anything."

"i want you to watch us in the mirror. watch as i bury myself in you. watch as every ridge and vein of my cock strokes your pussy until you can't take it anymore," he rasped, pushing into you inch by inch. "your pussy swallows me so well. i wouldn't give a fuck if you kept me inside of you forever. i'd just spend my days filling you to the brim with my seed. get you all knocked up and pretty."

jj didn't move, letting you adjust to his measurable length. you could feel it throbbing inside of you, each pulse matching up with the beats of his heart. he threw his head back as he got accustomed to your pussy.

you looked up at him in the mirror, watching as the sunset light from the balcony door highlighted the high points of his face. he was so beautiful, all uniquely carved and striking. you burned the image into your memory, never wishing to forget just how majestic he looked in this moment.

"move for me, j. gonna be your good fucking slut. make me fall apart for you," you urged, your hands running down his chest.

jj started to move, his cock slamming against your cervix with a slight sting as he fucked you. his hands groped your tits, squeezing them needily as he rutted into you. he gritted his teeth, the gratification of your cunt around him sending chills down his spine.

"tell me how i make you feel, baby girl. beg me for my cock, i wanna hear it." his hips picked up the pace further, your flesh smacking together with each thrust.

"i need your cock, baby. can't live without it. pound me harder," you pleaded. you felt his lust take completely take over his actions, and his cock rammed into you. you knew you drove him crazy when you spoke to him in that manner, begging and begging until he snapped. he was fast-approaching that state, and you wanted to see him break.

"i love when you use me, jj. force me to take your cock and until i can't breathe, make me fucking take it. tonight is all about you. this pussy belongs to you, j. it's all for you."

"yeah?"

"mhm. fuck, look at that," you spoke, motioning up to the mirror. "you see that, baby? see how my pussy takes all of you? you're so good for me, filling me whole. love you and your cock so much."

jj's hand came up to your face, and he pushed his thumb into your mouth, letting you lap at it and drench it with your saliva. once he decided it was enough, he brought his hand underneath the place where you two were connected. his thumb probed at the entrance of your puckered hole, and he sank it in slowly. a new wave of pleasure coursed through your veins at the added penetration.

you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your hands gripping onto his biceps with a strong grasp as you melted underneath him. you were slowly turning into putty in his hands, letting him act as he deemed fit. you'd allow him to do anything to you, anything that granted him even the slightest bit of satisfaction.

"ruin me, jj. make it hurt. i'm so fucking close."

jj pulled out of you just as you felt your orgasm starting to wash over you. you whined loudly, hands gripping at him as you tried to feel him again.

"not yet. not finished with you, baby."

jj leaned back against the pillows to your side, and he tugged you on top of him. your back was flush against his front, his legs caging around yours as he sank you down onto his cock. you threw your head back against his shoulder as he began to move again. his hand clutched around your throat. he kept your gaze on his in the reflection of the mirror.

"look at you. my own fucking sex doll. you're so pathetic that you'd let me do anything i wanted to you, isn't that right?"

this new position drove you up the wall. his cock jammed against your g-spot, the curve of him nudging you deliciously. your hands hooked under his own, wrapping around his biceps once more as he fucked you. you were already on the verge of crying when he brought a hand down to rub at your clit viciously.

the view from the mirror was a different type of erotic, one that the two of you had never experimented with up to date. it was like watching a film, one that had you on the edge of your seat; one that you never wanted to look away from in fear that you'd miss a vital moment.

"don't stop, jj. oh god, please don't fucking stop. i'm right there."

"yeah? you gonna cream all over my cock, baby?" his hips fucked up into you relentlessly as he poured all his energy to destroying your cunt. you nodded, your eyes locking on his as you bit down on your bottom lip harshly.

"oh, baby. e-even better," you spoke. you squealed, finally feeling your orgasm take over. your release squirted out of you, and your juices poured out onto the sheets below you. it coated jj's fingers as well, the ones that had previously been massaging your clit. he brought them up to your mouth, stuffing them inside and letting you taste yourself.

"how d'you taste, pretty girl? so fucking sweet, right? nothing is as sweet as you." his hips began to jerk as he approached his own high. your hand reached behind you, gripping the back of his neck as his teeth bit into the flesh of your shoulder. you felt him shoot his hot come inside of you, filling you with a warm sensation.

eventually, he halted his actions, pulling out of you slowly as you both laid together, trying to catch your breath. you turned your head, your forehead leaning against the crook of jj's neck. you listened to his heartbeat, and you felt it thump-thumping at the skin of your back. his arms weaved themselves around your waist, holding you tight as you both relaxed.

you grabbed one of his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours as you brought them to your lips. you kissed his knuckles, lingering for a moment before holding that same hand to your chest.

"thank you so much for this. i love you," you said.

"...you don't think i'm done with you, do you?"

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charlenasaxen · 1 year ago

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Favorite Quotes - The Final Gambit pt. 1

Grayson hadn’t called once since he’d left for Harvard. Xander, my self-appointed BHFF—Best Hawthorne Friend Forever

how much do you need a distraction right now, and how attached are you to your eyebrows?”

“One,” I answered. “And ten.”

Xander gave a little bow. “Then I bid you adieu.” In a flash, he was gone.

Alisa began, and I tuned out.

“I’ve seen better.”

“Jameson!”

I found Jameson at the edge of the Black Wood. He was wearing a white tuxedo that fit his body far too well

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne. I ran like the ball gown wasn’t weighing me down, like I didn’t have a knife strapped to my thigh.

Jameson caught me, our bodies colliding. “Happy birthday, Heiress.”

In a million years, the life Tobias Hawthorne had left me would still take my breath away.

Slow dancing, barefoot, on the beach.

The ocean. A cliff. A wager. A race. A dare.

Years from now, I’d still be able to feel it. The weight of the ball gown, the wind in my face. Sun-warmed sand on my skin and chocolate-covered strawberries melting on my tongue.

By sundown, we were almost home. It had been the perfect day.

“Fortunately, Heiress, Hawthorne men have nine lives.”

“Ferris Wheel Leapfrog Death Match?” I repeated. That had Xander written all over it

or maybe I sensed it. Sensed him. Clad entirely in black, wearing a ten-thousand-dollar tuxedo

Grayson Hawthorne stepped onto the dance floor.

He came home.

Grayson Hawthorne let his eyes linger on mine for just a moment

“You aren’t on your own.” Grayson let his eyes linger on mine

a single person—who knew him even a tenth as well as his brothers and I did

“Don’t,” Grayson ordered roughly, “look at me like I’m broken.”

Hawthornes aren’t supposed to break, his voice whispered in my memory. Especially me.

“Emily?” Grayson Hawthorne was staring at a ghost.

he thought he was hallucinating. Again. Breaking down. Again.

Tell me again that I’m not broken.

“Hey. Look at me, Gray.”

Those light eyes opened.

because he thought I considered him weak

that Jameson was still in my bed. Eve didn’t seem to notice him on her way to my en suite, but Grayson did

but Grayson had loved her to the end.

“All those times playing Cookie Golf together, and you didn’t think this was worth mentioning?”

“In retrospect, good on you for not telling me. Excellent call, shows solid judgment.”

Xander made a face. “Note to self: Cancel the welcome festivities.”

I found Grayson standing statue-still outside the wing, dressed in a silver three-piece suit, his blond hair wet from the pool.

In one liquid motion, he dives into the pool, fully clothed.

“Where’s Jameson?” Grayson’s question drew me back

The list of complicated things that Xander Hawthorne considered to be “fairly simple” was lengthy.

picturing Hawthorne brothers swinging pillows at one another. Possibly shirtless.

“The old man didn’t make mistakes,” Grayson said in one of those tones that dared you to argue—and strongly advised against it.

and by the sacred rules of Chutes and Ladders

Technically, the Hawthorne brothers were half-siblings. Technically, Libby and I were.

“On a scale from boring to brooding,” Jameson quipped, “how’s he holding up?”

Heaven forbid Jameson Hawthorne get caught openly caring about his brother.

“I’m worried. Grayson isn’t okay, Jameson. I don’t think your brother has been okay for a very long time.”

What the hell? I looked up. “Jameson!” He was already on his way to me.

my eyes went to Grayson’s. “Three families.”

“One yours,” Grayson replied. “And one mine.”

“One of those pretty little Hawthorne grandsons?”

Xander raised his right hand. “I have a question about faces and dogs.”

“You’re not the boss of me? It’s something like that. No, wait, I remember! It’s You’re not the boss of me, wanker.”

“Excellent use of British slang,” Xander commented.

Jameson shrugged. “I’m a man of the world now.”

“Jamie’s right.” Grayson managed to say that without grimacing.

which left me in the middle row with Jameson on one side and Grayson on the other.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a flight back to Harvard right about now?”

“Someone moved against our family. Of course I’m staying.”

Jameson reached around me to grab Grayson by his suit.

“Gray.” Grayson’s words came out louder, more desperate.

Jameson let go of him.

“I’ll be happy to discuss all of your personal shortcomings,” Jameson told Grayson. “Alphabetically and in great detail

The muscles in Grayson’s jaw tensed. “We’re not here to forgive you.”

“Always so serious,” she murmured, reaching out to touch his cheek. “And the shadows in those eyes…”

“Say that again,” Jameson encouraged, “but try to sound even more like an automaton this time.”

“I’m being horribly unfair to automatons.”

All she did was stare at him, softly crooning. Baby Gray was a real quiet little guy, solemn.

She was alive. She was a good daughter. But her mother could still look right at her and sobbingly say that all her babies died.

“That’s okay,” Xander responded cheerfully. “I have two feet!”

the message flashed across the scoring screen overhead. I ALWAYS WIN IN THE END

he took one look at the words on the screen and set them down. “A bold choice of name,” he said. He gave me a hopeful look. “Yours?”

the boys were still together, and things were getting ugly. Hawthorne ugly,” he clarified. “No external threats.”

Hawthorne ugly was probably the best we could hope for.

“in my defense, I didn’t expect the zoo to send an actual tiger.

taking a dark chocolate banana to the chest

letting me see every line of the muscles underneath.

Jameson did not elaborate on the mud, the blood, or what exactly he and Grayson had gotten up to

“that you can’t wash all this mud off before I…”

“Before you what?” I murmured.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne smiled. “Guess.”

the pool lit just enough that I could make out his form

“How long would you have stood here, watching them, if I hadn’t come?” Jameson asked, an odd tone in his voice

I pictured Grayson on his knees in front of me. “What is it you think you know?”

“Gray has always been so perfect,” Jameson said. “It’s inhuman how good he was at just about everything.

“You have to be.” There was an urgency to Jameson’s words, a need. “Because I’m terrible at hurting, Heiress.

The old man knew about Eve. That revelation hit me like splinters

which probably costs ten thousand dollars and undoubtedly should not be steamed?”

“Chess,” I repeated. “The move—it’s called the Queen’s Gambit

saw Grayson in the doorway, backlit

walked past Grayson. “Watch where you’re aiming those cheekbones, buddy.”

“Everything hurts.” Only Grayson Hawthorne could say that and still sound utterly bulletproof. “It hurts all the time, Avery, but I know the man I was raised to be.”

The metalwork was impossibly intricate. The effect was delicate, but dangerous. Beauty and power.

Then I did the same thing with the black pieces, glittering with black diamonds.

Hell, Gray even let loose sometimes because the games didn’t reward perfection. He and I used to team up

But Saturday mornings, those games—they were about showing us that we already were.”

Extraordinary

I turned my attention back to the boys. “You’re Hawthornes. Who knows how to crack a combination lock?”

The answer was all of them.

Jameson looked to Grayson.

Grayson’s face was like stone.

“And in keeping with my general superiority in our sibling relationship I am better than fine.”

Grayson’s expression hardened. “And runs down the clock while you clean it up.”

“There’s still glitter in Grayson’s bathroom,” Xander finished. I got the feeling that wasn’t a metaphor.

“I’m sorry,” I told Max.

“I know,” my best friend replied. “But don’t worry. I’ll choose a theme song for him.”

“The Bible,” I repeated, and suddenly, it clicked. “Luke.”

“My second-favorite Gospel,” Max noted. “I’ll always be a John girl at heart.”

“I will talk only to the heiress. The one Tobias Hawthorne chose.”

Jameson reached for the chess pieces, but Xander smacked his hand away

“is a bit like a game of Where’s Waldo, except Waldo likes to jab people with her cane.”

The stone arches, hand-carved pews, and elaborate stained-glass windows

“As opposed to what, girl? Springing forth fully formed from the head of Zeus?”

"not to Alice or their children or you boys.”

Grayson took to the pool, pushing himself past the point of human endurance again and again

“Can it be about off-label uses for medieval weaponry?” Xander requested. “Because I have some ideas.”

as if coming to a very serious decision, he lifted his hand and pressed one finger to the end of my nose. “Boop.”

“Triple boo—” Xander started to say, but I ducked

“Avery, people have hated me my whole life.”

“Not anyone who knows you,” I said fiercely.

Xander smiled, and something about it made me want to cry

“You didn’t love the great and terrible Tobias Hawthorne. You loved the old man.”

Grayson and his oughts and shoulds. Hawthornes aren’t supposed to break. His voice spoke deep in my memory. Especially me.

Grayson pushed off the wall, treading water as he measured his response. “Jamie doesn’t tell me everything.”

the muscles in his back so tense that it looked like his shoulder blades might split the skin

when my hand reached for the edge, another hand grabbed mine.

Jameson pulled me out of the water. “Don’t breathe,” he murmured.

“He knows better. That is a Hawthorne dog.”

we were in the Hawthorne theater. Not to be confused with the Hawthorne movie theater

“Gray has a voice so deep and smooth that you will shed literal tears...you will come to believe he spent the 1950s wearing the most dapper of suits

“My duet will have to wait!”

“Who were you going to duet with?” Libby asked.

“Myself!”

he seemed so sure that Jameson and I were the ones Grayson needed

the sound of achingly beautiful violin music began drifting into the hall

Grayson poised in front of open bay windows, wearing a suit without the jacket, his shirt unbuttoned, a violin pressed to his chin.

so high and sweet it was almost unbearable.

Jameson caught his brother’s forearm. “Don’t. Gray. You’re not hurting anyone but yourself.”

“You play beautifully,” I told Grayson, pushing back the urge to cry

The Hawthorne grandsons were also damn near lethal

we both know that you haven’t let yourself want anything in a very long time.”

Grayson’s head turned toward mine, the light reflecting off his blond hair in a near-halo. “For you, Avery.”

He reached a hand down to Jameson and pulled him to his feet, leaving the two of them standing just inches apart

Grayson’s fingers brushed mine as he took it

His gaze found its way slowly and inexorably to mine. “We need to go down to the wine cellar.”

#the final gambit #the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs

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the-void-writes · 2 years ago

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From this Ask Game, For Rio & Will!

🤥 LYING, 😨 FEARFUL, 🥞 PANCAKE, 🍩 DONUT, 🍧 SHAVED ICE, 🌙 MOON, 🕷️ SPIDER, 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL, ✏️ PENCIL

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE <3

Thank you so much! And once again, happy birthday!

LYING - Are they good liars? Do they have tells to show they're lying?

Rio: He kept a lie going for six years, to the love of his life. He’s pretty good at lying lol.

Will: Not good in the slightest. He learned early that honesty is the best policy because people would hurt him regardless so he might as well tell the truth.

FEARFUL - When scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

They’re both pretty similar to each other. If they’re scared for someone else, they’ll fight tooth and nail. But Will tends to avoid fighting more because he doesn’t want to be a monster, while Rio gave up on his image years ago.

PANCAKE - What is their comfort breakfast?

Rio: This man only knows cereal, protein shakes, and maybe microwaveable egg sandwiches lol. He’ll cook for Jin or Jason, though, anything they like.

Will: Thick pancakes with fresh strawberries, and maybe hash-browns, two foods that he learned to cook from his real dads.

DONUT - Favorite sweet treat?

Rio: Anything with dark chocolate.

Will: Give him a chocolate-covered strawberry or cordial cherry and he’ll love you forever.

SHAVED ICE - Do they still have any objects from their childhood? What significance does it have to them? What would their reaction be if they lost it?

Will: He has a necklace with a clay moon charm, meant to match the sun one he gave Jason. It’s their sign for each other, so they’ll never be alone wherever they go. When Will finally realizes he’s lost it, he feels hollow for a good while.

Rio: He made sure to get rid of any trace of his childhood. The only stuff that holds any significance to him are a set of necklaces. One is a copy of Will’s necklace, which he gave to Jason to remember his son by (and then gives to Will when they reunite). The second is a heart locket that belonged to Jin. If he lost either of them, he would blame himself all over again for losing the people that those necklaces belonged to.

MOON - What is your oc's greatest wish? How far are they willing to go for it?

Rio: To be reunited with his family, and to be worthy of an afterlife he can share with them. Luckily, he finds peace and redemption in his new family.

Will: To love and be loved without anyone taking that chance away from him. He works himself rugged trying to please everyone and keep them happy. At last, he finds Dante and gets to enjoy unconditional love again.

SPIDER - What is their biggest fear? Do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Rio: He’s scared of losing the people he loves. A lot of people were taken from him, so he desperately tries to hold on to the few people that made it with him to Paradise.

Will: For the absolute longest time, Will cannot cross the street without his heart racing or his arm aching. Vesely has traumatized him for life.

SEE-NO-EVIL - What’s a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Rio: His barely-contained anger. If it’s soldiers or Gabe, he’ll yell as much as he pleases, but he could never bring himself to act that way around Jin or Jason or his team.

Will: The part of himself that Vesely was hoping for, the part that could turn a building to dust just by looking at it… and enjoy it. The part that’s sick and tired of being hurt and tossed aside and abandoned, and craves some kind of vengeance.

PENCIL - Is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Rio: “The only heaven I’ll be sent to is when I’m alone with you.” - Take Me To Church by Hozier

Will: “Take me high and I’ll sing, you make everything okay. We are one in the same, you take all of the pain away.” - My Demons by STARSET

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alcoholbelly · 4 months ago

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There was a girl who held what I like to refer to as an amber grace

She was engulfed in these amber flames to the point it was trace

The point it stuffed bones in bags

Drawing from the past, I'd always colored her a sage

Prone to the dark arts of psychosis

But none the less, in lighter times, a mushroom guide

And the world I'd first be indoctrinated with

By her

Go to the river and get all the way in

I forget this isn't about me

The cold is a rush

To have your heart sunk

Go on and properly get in

Anna talked about never having cracked it

But boy did it crack on me

To take a hard shift, I must talk about it seeping.

(And oh how it soaked)

I could dance around the sparkling notes,

In quotes "I've never laughed the way I laughed with you"

And never shrieked as hard as how funny you mimicked your tinder dates boy moan

Like I said, I could dance around the boy talk and boy mock

You talk, I listen,

I could take the light way out

But when it seeped on me, that's when we could agree

All of a sudden, there's no joking

All the ways in which we'd trapped ourselves include: to name just a few

- Being pen pals, the heart is a URL link. Or a big juicy strawberry

- Our modern female way of dropping love bombs

- This doesn't even cover the fact we were hooked up to adderalls matrix

- Speaking of neurolinks

- My mom saw our trash full of empty beer cans, canonizing our faithfulness to The Fix

- I don't need any new friends, already have two

- In our apartment, we had all these problems and they were multiplying. One even crawled across my face.

I take my coral colored towels out. My bedding is sea themed. I remember how it warmed me, your laundry scent. And not like the kid at school you smelled coming all the way down the hall. It was a better smell, plus you had a cool mom, so it wasn't like that. Most of the time we were healing - running a gentle cycle.

And we were both gently philosophical, like a shell.

This yogurt label reads:

1 Billion Proven Probiotics

My mom reminds me there's more to life than chilling and, well, poetry

Either way, I stick it in the freezer after covering it with melted coconut oil and dark chocolate

It comes out a hard shell

There was a long time where I did not fear you

We were as twin sisters, but such that you came out first

My envy for you, sweet fire,

Expands me

It second hands me

As a sister in your flames shadow,

Alone in the umbra, I appear as a bunch of dancing ripples

I look at it like a tree

"I think I'll take a break from writing poetry"

After all this time, still producing fruits

A soft whisper asking will

Will we ever write again

I know you know the feeling

I can no longer read these passages in my voice

I change the lighting in my bathroom ready to see a new me because

There’s a forbidden temptation to throw a couple back before reentering this realm

How I must hear it coming from you

See if through your eyes

But surely, I can smell it coming on

And does writing age well, does it degenerate?

Is there a reason Christmas tunes have stayed the same?

As poetry floods through my veins

Let me weave drunk between these lanes

Alone in the dark again

My friend

My sweet stubborn end

#poem

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leossmoonn · 3 years ago

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Accidentally in Love | Chpt.3

masterlist | chpt. 2

pairing - james potter x fem!reader

type- fluff, angst

summary - you and james start a fake relationship to make your crush’s jealous, but what happens if you two start falling for each other?

warnings / includes - mild language, fake dating trope, teasing, kissing, food and alcohol consumption, changes povs often!

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*gif isn’t mine*

As expected, the date planned by Alice and Pandora was weird.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, nice,” Y/n nodded.

“Right!” Alice exclaimed.

Y/n and James looked at each other, nervously smiling. Alice and Pandora had decided to plan a scavenger hunt. She expected a cute picnic, but of course, Alice had to go out of her way and make it extra special. Y/n appreciated it, she did. She knew Alice worked hard, but it was so unexpected.

“It ends with a surprise, too! All the things you need to find are love-related. Have fun!” Alice giggled. Pandora and her ran off, leaving the two in the dark in the forest.

“This is great,” Y/n sighed. “Maybe it won’t be so bad. We just have to find the, uh, rose bouquet,” James read off the paper.

“How? We’re literally in the dark,” she frowned.

“We can use our wands to find it,” James held up his. He turned it into a flashlight, beginning to walk around.

“We don’t have to do this, you know,” Y/n said. “We can just tell them we couldn’t find the stuff.”

“Well that takes the fun out of it,” he pouted. “This is our first date.”

“Yeah, “date”,” she laughed, putting air quotes around the word. Her smile faltered as she saw the flash of pain in his eyes. She didn’t expect him to take it so seriously. “We can do the scavenger hunt.”

“Yes!” James grinned. She couldn’t help but smile at his smile. There was something about it that was contagious and hypnotizing. She had to force herself to look away.

Y/n followed James as he looked around the forest. He was surprisingly good at finding the items. He found the bouquet of roses and chocolate-covered strawberries in thirty minutes. Which was a long time, but it probably would’ve taken you double that time, so she was happy.

“These are so good,” James groaned as he took a bite of a strawberry.

“Hey, save me some!” Y/n nudged him. “I am! There are like… two more,” he said.

“There were ten,” she pouted. “Here, you can have the last two.” He handed her the bag.

She gave him a frown, snatching the bag from him. “You’re a messy eater, you know.”

“So I’ve been told,” he smiled. His teeth and lips were stained with chocolate.

“You’re such a child,” she muttered. “Is there a lake nearby? I can clean you up.”

“I’m fine,” he waved her off. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, missing more than half of the chocolate.

“You think Lily will want to date a man who’s always messy?”

“I’m seeing her after this, actually, so we’ll see.”

She raised her brows. “Oh, you are?” You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. After their “date” she were hoping James would want to hang out some more. But, of course, he had his plans with Lily.

“Yep,” he nodded. “She’s hanging out with Remus and agreed to let me tag along.”

“How thoughtful of her,” Y/n hummed. “Well, we really need to get you cleaned up then.” She walked away from him, using her wand like a flashlight to find a little pond.

“While you’re looking for water, I’ll look for the next item on the list: a stuffed bear.”

“How many more items do we have?”

“Four more.”

“Lovely.”

“This is not so bad, you know. It could be worse.”

“I suppose,” she sighed. She found a small body of water. She bent down, taking a hand full and splashing it into James’s face.

“A little warning next time?” James scoffed. “Sorry,” she giggled. “Do you have a handkerchief?”

He nodded and took the fabric out. She dipped it into the little puddle, beginning to wipe the chocolate off of his face.

“This water is probably full of diseases,” James muttered.

“True,” Y/n hummed. “Maybe it’s horse piss.”

James made a face, gagging in reply. “Shut up.”

She grinned, shining her wand up to his lips. They were red and swollen from being wiped so much, but they were clean.

“Staring is rude, you know,” James remarked.

“Just making sure you don’t look like a disaster,” she deflected, nudging his shoulder.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, mother.”

She chuckled, “Please, never call me that again.”

“No promises,” James winked.

Her heart fluttered at the sight. She looked down awkwardly, stepping away from him. “Let’s keep looking, shall we?”

“Sure,” he nodded slowly.

She took a look at the map, beginning to look for the next thing on the list. James watched her retreating figure, replaying the look on her face when she stared at his lips, how her pupils dilated when he winked. Did the look on her face entail love, or was he imagining things?

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“I don’t know how we’re going to make it home,” Y/n worried.

“I know where we are,” James stated. “Liar,” she snorted.

“Who the hell hides a necklace in the middle of the woods? What even is the point? It’s impossible to find something that small,” she ranted.

“If you find it, then maybe you can keep it,” James suggested.

“I don’t want a stupid necklace. I want to go to sleep,” she whined.

“It is pretty late,” James agreed. “Yeah, and you won’t get to spend any time with Lily,” she sighed.

“There’s always next time,” he shrugged.

Y/n whipped her head around to face him, putting her hands on her hips in a questioning manner. “How are you always so positive?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “That’s just me, I guess.”

“Must be nice,” she mumbled. “You’re not so bad,” he nudged her.

Y/n snorted, “Yeah, okay.” She held up her wand, trying to see if the necklace was hanging down from a branch.

“Seriously,” James continued. “You’re a little rough around the edges, but you’re fun to spend time with.”

“Thanks, James,” she sighed.

James grinned as he gazed at her. She looked so distressed. He found it a little funny how easily she stressed. She looked so cute with her brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. He felt this lump in his throat as he looked at her. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt sick. He turned away, distracting himself from her by looking for the necklace.

He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, pursing his lips as he looked around the bushes. A sparkle caught his eye and rushed over to the object, smiling as he had found the necklace.

“I found it!” He exclaimed.

Y/n whipped her head around, face lighting up in joy. “Thank god! I was afraid we were going to be out here for longer.”

James chuckled, “It’s a pretty necklace.”

“You wanna wear it?” Y/n smirked. “Ha-ha. Turn around and I’ll put it on you.” He spun his first finger in a circle.

“I can do it myself,” she said. “Stop being such a hard ass. C’mon, turn around,” he said.

She rolled her eyes, stomping her feet as she turned her back towards him. James unclasped the chain, reaching up to her head and bringing the necklace around her throat. The cold metal elicited a shiver from Y/n. James began to find the right loop to clasp the necklace, making it too tight in the process.

“Are you trying to strangle me or something?” Y/n muttered.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

She hummed in reply, waiting patiently for him to finish. His hands brushed again her skin as he fastened the chain. She shivered again, her heart rate spiking for a second. She turned around, giving him a small smile. “How does it look?”

He stared at her, pupils blown and sparkling. “You look great. Really pretty necklace.”

Y/n smiled and looked down at the heart locket. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” James nodded, in a little bit of a daze.

“Alright, what’s next on the list?” She asked, snatching the paper from him. He shook himself out of his daze, averting his eyes and avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped. “What?” James furrowed his brows.

“It says we have to kiss!”

James’s face turned bright red. “Really?”

“This wasn’t here before. Ugh, Pandora must’ve charmed the paper for it to show up when we found the necklace.”

“We don’t have to,” James said. “You’re right. How will they ever know?” Y/n snorted.

“Maybe they’re watching us from someplace.” He spun around, attempting to find his friends.

“Doubt it. We all have a big exam tomorrow and if they know any better, they’d be studying.”

“Why aren’t you studying?”

“Because I’m on a “date” with you. Duh.”

He chuckled, “You choosing homework over me? I feel so special.”

“Yeah, you should,” she smirked. “Anyways, let’s go back. You need to get to Lily and —”

“It’s too late. She’s prolly asleep,” he sighed.

Y/n frowned, “It’s only… eleven. Maybe she’s awake and waiting for you.”

He shook his head. “Lily isn’t that stupid to wait up for a boy.”

“I’m sorry, James. I know how excited you were to see her.”

“It’s alright,” he shrugged. “I can have Alice convince Lily to agree to hang out with you again, she suggested.

“I want her to be willing, not convinced.”

Y/n nodded in agreement. “That would be ideal.”

He sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Let’s just go home.”

She nodded, putting her arm around his shoulder for comfort. The pair walked in silence their way home. They were at the edge of the forest when a barrier appeared.

“The hell?” Y/n muttered.

“You two have to kiss!” The pair heard Alice yell.

“She is watching us. Bloody hell!” Y/n yelled.

She heard Alice and Pandora giggle. She whipped her head around to try and find their voices, but they were nowhere to be seen.

“I’m not kissing James!” Y/n yelled.

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend, after all!” Pandora echoed.

“She’s right,” James smirked. Y/n threw him a glare. “You’re not helping.”

“C’mon, why don’t we just kiss and get this over with?” James suggested.

“I-I don’t want to kiss,” Y/n stammered, her face growing warm.

“Can you at least tell me why? Is it about Otto?” James whispered the last sentence.

“No! I just…“ Y/n trailed off, trying to find a reason. Honestly, she didn’t know why she didn’t want to kiss him. It’s not like it would ruin whatever Otto and she had, or lack thereof. Every time she imagined kissing him, she felt sick to her stomach. Her face get hot as if it was on fire, and she felt as though she was going to collapse. She was afraid she would faint if she kissed him.

“Look, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I really don’t think we’ll get out of this unless we kiss. We can just do something on the cheek or a quick peck. Fast and simple,” James stated.

Y/n slowly focused back on reality, nodding in agreement as she processed his words. “Yeah, a peck. Okay. Alright. Let’s do this.” She grabbed his robe, pulling him flush against her and crashing her lips onto his.

It was definitely more than a peck.

James couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. He was shocked by how nice it was. Her lips were so soft and sweet from chocolate and a little tart from the strawberry. Although their lips only moved once, kissing her was addicting.

His arms wrapped around her waist at the last minute. She pulled away, face flushed and jaw clenched.

“You two are so cute!” Alice squealed in the distance.

The barrier then disappeared, allowing James and Y/n to go back to Hogwarts.

“Finally,” Y/n muttered. She stepped out of the forest, relieved to go back and get some sleep. She looked back at James, confused at to why he wasn’t moving. He looked like he had seen his Bogart.

“James? You comin’?” She asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly.

She turned back and started to walk away again. James slowly brought his hand up to his face, feeling his fingertips over his lips. A smile lit up his face as he thought about the kiss again.

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merrybrides · 2 years ago

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How To Have a Valentines Theme Wedding

Valentine’s Day is all about love, so it makes sense that many couples want to showcase this romantic holiday on their wedding day. But it’s a fine line between classic and cheesy, so when it comes to figuring out how to incorporate the theme into your event, less is definitely more.

Choose Small Details

While the red heart is synonymous with Valentine’s Day, you don’t want to overuse it. Instead, go with something more subtle, like an XOXO design. You can then carry out it out in everything from the invitations and cocktail napkins to the cake.

Light the Way

If you still want to show off some hearts, do it unexpectedly. We suggest working with a lighting company to layout a heart pattern for a wall or ceiling projection which can create a romantic feel in any space.

Fun With Florals

Another way to show off the heart on your big day in a subtle way: carrying a heart-shaped bouquet down the aisle.

Add Some Accessories

Don a dainty pair of earrings, a design on your shoes, or even carry a deep red clutch. But this idea isn’t just for the bride; grooms can also get in on the action with a custom suit liner.

Hang Some Signage

We suggest showcasing a large LOVE sign at the entrance to your reception, whether it’s a marquee or all floral design. You can also add some signs featuring love-inspired quotes around the event, such as near the bar or the sign-in table.

Play With Words

Create little puns throughout the event—like a "Love Potion Martini" or a "Cupid's Cocktail Bar"—to give the whole event a romantic but whimsical vibe.

Speak Through Food

Ask your catering team to get creative with color and shapes, from a heart-shaped garnish on cocktails to a heart crostini. Even creating your hors d’oeuvre menu within the color palette of raspberry, pinks, and blush can feel festive and surprising.

Book Out-of-the-Box Entertainment

Surprise your guests with some Valentine’s-inspired entertainment. Some ideas we love: a writer who will type up an original love poem for each couple; a real-life Cupid who can encourage guests to mingle; or a traveling band walking around the cocktail hour singing songs that only have the word “love” in it.

Serve Sweet Treats

One of the highlights of Valentine’s Day is the chocolate. Set up a romantic sweet candy or dessert station guests can indulge in during the reception.

Send Them Home With Some Love

Giving your guests a cute favor that incorporates Valentine's Day such as heart cookies with a sweet note or chocolate-covered strawberries wrapped in a cute little heart bag is a simple way to celebrate the holiday at your wedding.

#valentines day wedding #valentines theme wedding #february wedding #wedding planning #heart theme wedding #wedding ideas

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vibesandwonders · 4 years ago

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And every moment precious

“I don’t think I want to be god anymore”

Jack appears in their kitchen with a sigh that seems to come from his shoes.

He doesn’t notice how Cas has Dean crowded against the counter, his fingers threaded through Dean’s hair, neck exposed, Dean’s hands midway through working Cas’ jeans off.

He barely manages to bite off a particularly potent string of words, Cas eyes him and clears his throat, Dean tries not to sigh just as deeply.

Oblivious, their son sits heavily and places his head in his hands.

Cas glances at Dean; begins blowing out the candles, sliding the chocolate covered strawberries back into their packaging, looking apologetically at Dean who nods in agreeable resignation.

8 days.

8 of the best days of his whole damn life.

Dean mentally notes that they might have to talk to Sam about customizing some sort of perimeter warning spell.

Especially, since most of their acquaintances and their god-son can just pop in at any moment. Sure, he’s gotten pretty chill about people knowing that he and Cas live together, work together, sleep in the same bed, but he’s not sure how he feels about the possibility of Jack walking into… something else.

It’s not like he can suggest cooling off their current schedule of fucking on every surface in their house (it’s unthinkable really); not to mention Cas would be absolutely against it.

“Uh,” Dean yanks on his jeans and thinks of dead animals, naked Zachariah...

“What’s going on Jack?”

Cas is already standing; moving to brew coffee, fingers brushing the side of Dean’s face as he does. The hunter tilts and kisses his fingers on the way past, surprising a wide smile out of the Angel.

How in the hell could Dean Winchester deserve this?

Cas catches his gaze and points at Jack, who still hasn’t raised his head,

Focus.

“It’s just…very boring.” Jack replies pitifully,

Cas stares nonplussed at Dean across the top of Jack’s head. He mouths something in confusion and Cas points intensely at Jack.

“Uh, wait, what?”

Jack sighs and looks up, “All I do is listen to people talk. All the time. Amara says… so much—“ Jack’s smile is sudden and large. “She is very smart, so much better at this than I am, and Rowena brings snacks sometimes to the meetings, Billie gives amazing advice, almost as good as you Dean—” He shakes his head with surety, “I think they should be god instead, Then, I can come home, and live with you… Now that you and Cas are… married?”

A spoon clatters into the sink, Cas bends to fish it out, Dean’s coughing in surprise and checking out his ass simultaneously.

Priorities.

“Oh uh… buddy— Jack…” He clears his throat nervously, he wasn’t built for this kind of conversation. Cas is suddenly busy watering the succulents in the window. The way he tips his head though, Dean knows he’s listening.

Coward.

“Me and Cas— we are just—“

“Having intercourse?” Jack’s chin drops, eyebrows knit together.

Dean chokes, his face going through every possible emotion in the next few seconds, “No uh— well—“ Cas twists around and shakes his head adamantly, “You see—“

Jack is gleefully two steps ahead and clearly proud that he is leading the conversation, “When two people love each other very much— we talked, the talk. Birds and Bees, Remember?”

“Oh god— No.” Dean puts his hand out firmly, “No— that’s not—we— uh, you and me, we uh, had that conversation one time. No repeat performance, no encores, Jack, Cas and I—We are uh—“

“Living together.” Castiel inserts, taking a seat next to Dean, handing him a cup of decaf with a reassuring smile, palm on Dean’s thigh. “Dean and I are, living together.”

Dean gazes at the man beside him, Cas wrinkles his brow at the attention; Dean’s lips are already quirking into the fondest of smiles, debating making out with him right there in front of Jack. Cas sees the intent and shakes his head imperceptibly.

“In sin.” Jack interrupts brightly, “Living together in sin.”

Their heads rotate in comedic tandem, “Fuckin’ hell—“ Dean sputters, knocking into his coffee mug,

Cas catches the mug with inhuman speed, sighing, “Dean please, don’t swear in front of—“

“I know— I know.” Dean’s pretty sure swearing is the least of their problems right now, he steels himself, “Now listen Jack, me and Cas, we are uh, we’re happy, and we’re in love… and shit.” He mumbles, can’t look at Cas right now, he just feels the intensity of his eyes and the sheer affection cascading through their bond; tries to fight the way his ears turn red every damn time the Angel looks his way.

“Well… I mean, you’re god, so I guess, it’s kinda your call anyway—“ Cas squeezes his thigh tighter, Christ he’s strong, that is so hot… Focus.

“Right, right, right, um, so it’s— No sin. We are…great.”

“Oh.” Jack purses his lips thoughtfully and nods, “But you have always been in love? How is this different from before?”

“Well huh,” Dean chuckles, blows a breath through his lips, casts a quick glance at Cas, “It isn’t, I guess, not really, it looks like I’m… just a little slow on the uptake,” He sips his coffee, if only to stop himself from talking,

“Dumb of ass.” Jack agrees.

Dean nods in agreement and then frowns. “Don’t swear, and that’s sorta… hurtful. But yeah, I guess.”

“So I can come live here?”

Cas leans closer. “Jack, you can always stay here with us, for as long as you wish, of course—and if you truly wish to renounce your godhood, it is your choice.“ He peers suddenly, “Are you lonely?”

“I miss how it was.” He says simply,

Cas nods in serious agreement, understanding immediately in a way that Dean can only observe.

“Nostalgia is powerful," He says gently, "And we did have good times, the best times.” He ponders his words, Dean leans very slightly until his shoulder brushes against Cas’ and watches his angel do what he has always done best: love.

“You are not wrong for finding solace in those memories, I have often found comfort during my hardest battles,” He chooses his words carefully, pausing between each and savoring the power of them, “In remembering good times with the people… I love.” He spares a momentary glance at Dean, “But it is unhealthy to make your future decisions entirely based on memories.”

“So you think I should be god?”

Cas' smile falters, and shakes his head, “I think, that you are a good god. You are kind, fair, and hopeful. No matter your choice you will have a home with me—“ He looks to Dean, who nods, “With us.”

He reaches out and takes Jack’s hand, “I also think, that part of Chuck’s weakness was his loneliness. We saw it manifest itself in ways that hurt the ones he loved: his family. I do not ever wish you to be lonely. I wish for you to choose what you think is best for you, Jack. Life is not about destiny. It is about doing the best you can with the time given.”

Dean clears his throat, noting the Gandalf quote before adding, “Plus, nobody said you can’t be god from our backyard right?”

Cas frowns, processing what Dean is offering. Dean continues, mostly because Cas hasn’t interrupted with an argument, yet.

“You uh, you said you wanted to be more hands off— and that’s cool and all, but if you want to change your mind, and be part of the world too… I don’t think anyone can stop you. At the end of the day, this isn’t a pass/fail decision, okay?”

He stands and pats Jack on the head, kisses Cas on the cheek. “You two keep talkin’, I’m gonna go put sheets on the spare bed.”

New fluff here

If you liked it, be sure to check

Out the rest of the Lil series of domestic one-shots :)

#dean x castiel #dean winchester #destiel #established destiel #we deserve a soft epilogue my love #domestic destiel #castiel #jack kline #supernatural fic #spn fanfiction

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years ago

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I’m cheating and asking for both Oreana and Ignatius!✨

🍩 💐 ✏️

I cheated in return, so jokes on you! XD ♥♥♥

Favorite sweet treat:

Oreana's is basically anything with chocolate, really. XD But if you come to her with chocolate covered strawberries, she will devour them without thought.

Ignatius is a strawberry and cream. They both seem to be strawberry fanatics the more I think about it, haha.

Create a bouquet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Oreana: any lotus flowers, forget-me-nots, and irises. The forget-me-nots she loves close to lotus flowers. Mainly because, being a dream walker, you never know the next or last time you'll see someone. So if she ever can gift these to someone special, she will.

Ignatius: Lilies, Begonias, and Bleeding Hearts. He never thinks deeply about their meanings. He just finds them to be beautiful. Begonias are his favorite out of all of them in terms of appearance. ♥

Is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Oreana: To see the sun again I'd give anything But life demands a final chapter A story that we all must leave behind It's do or die, and this is mine The anthem of a bird with a broken wing

That entire song by Owl City is like her anthem in a way, really. It's a great song of theirs I highly recommend.

Ignatius: Gotta be honest, never thought of his before. Hmm. But there is a quote of his he said in my mind that I have to get down really, so here it be. As I feel it fits him:

"I am certain he would have preferred the honor of living in your heart in the end, then having not at all. Be him no longer with you, you keep his soul alive by dreaming of him just as...I would hope the same for myself, in time." ♥

#that last line i wager he would say in a nod towards oreana when he grows feelings #but he won't be forward about it right away #as she has to heal from her experiences #he's had centuries to heal but she's not had that honor #thanks for the ask!!#oreana galena #ignatius wright #my ocs #my characters #mod answers #kenslayn477

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myrandomfandomramblings · 3 years ago

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Making memories - a Chenford fanfic

For Chenfordficweek2021 - as described by @therookiebook

Instead of a fic a day for chenford fic week I decided to just write one incorporating as many prompts as possible. This is because when I read them a few just connected in my head and then I had way to much fun seeing how many I could kinda incorporate. Some of the quotes aren’t word for word but the lines are inspired by the original prompt.

*Note: my beach fic was also inspired by this prompt list but I got antsy and posted it early so if you haven’t read it, you can check it out.

Main prompt: Road Trip

Other prompts:

July 11th-

"Is that you...singing? Since when can you sing?"

"I wish we could stay like this forever."

Fight

"You're comfier than a pillow."

July 12th-

With Child(ren)- theirs or not

"I fucked up."

"Where have you been?"

July 13th-

"You're crushing me." "I can't breathe with you on me."

"Stay here."

"What do you want?"

July 14th-

"I'm calling the police." "We are the police."

"Don't move."

"That a new dress?"

Sweet tooth

July 15th-

Locked out (Car/house/station)

"Stop hogging all the blankets."

"Why are you bleeding?"

"Make me."

July 16th-

Shopping together or for the other

Getting lost

"Is that my shirt?"

Under the stars

July 17th-

Competition

Tears

"Why are you so late?"

When Lucy arrives in role call and hears she’s partnered with Tim for the day, she’s excited. When she hears they are to wear civvies and take Tim’s truck to surveil a suspect, she’s confused. And when said suspect drives further and further out of LA and they are instructed to keep on his tail, she’s annoyed. If she didn’t know better she’d think some writer designed the assignment purely because it was convenient for their story. Nevertheless, this is her life: crashing at a random hotel nearly nine hours from LA, after finally being relieved of surveillance detail, by the local sheriffs department, at 2:30am. The plus side is she’s being paid overtime, not only for the late night but also for the commute back to the city tomorrow. The down side is despite being exhausted she twists and turns all night unable to get comfortable in the strange environment. So when Tim knocks on the adjoining door between their rooms at 10am she’s already been up for a few hours. She has written a journal entry in her notes, preordered drinks for them to pick up at Starbucks and spent more time than she’d like to admit on google maps and various travel sites researching their trip home. She has also found time to plunder the continental breakfast and is currently demolishing a strawberry danish and a cinnamon bun. This earns criticism from Tim, whose plate carries sausage, eggs and an orange.

By 11am they’re on the open road again, coffees in the console between them. The small talk they had been making since they left the hotel had slowly died out so now they sit in comfortable silence. That is until Lucy reaches over to turn on the radio.

“You know how I feel about car radios Chen,” Tim warns in his best TO voice.

“Even off shift?” Lucy scoffs, and continues to press the on button and turn the volume dial up. Nevertheless, nothing happens.

“Looks like it doesn’t work anyway,” Tim states as he continues to hold the volume down button on the steering wheel, unbeknownst to Lucy.

“Fine then I’ll be the radio.” “You like Lady Marmalade, right?” She’s referencing Tim’s LA CLEAR security answer but she doesn’t wait for his reaction or reply before beginning to belt out the opening lyrics.

As she sings his initially surprised expression, morphs to shock and then awe.

“Since when can you sing?” he asks when she finishes.

She just shrugs, looking down at her hands as they begin to fiddle in her lap.

“Now I wish the radio really was broken,” Tim states as he turns it on and music starts playing.

Lucy shoots him a quick death glare before turning her attention back out the window.

---

By noon Lucy’s singing quietly along to the music (causing Tim to reevaluate his opinion on car radios) when she suddenly sneezes then freezes as her eyes go wide.

“Ah, can you stop at the next place with a bathroom?” she asks bashfully.

“We haven’t even been driving that long can you hold it?”

“Find me a bathroom or your truck will be covered in blood,” Lucy says, her tone conveying urgency.

“What? Why are you bleeding?” Tim asks, confused.

“If you don’t know why I, a woman, would be bleeding and thus need a bathroom then the public school system failed you.”

“Oh, ah, right, sorry,” Tim stutters, “I think there’s a small town at the next exit.”

“Thank-you,” Lucy replies clearly relieved.

“Do we need to find a drug store or do you have what you need?’

“Ya, if you could find a drug store.” She’s fiddling again, unable to shake the feeling of embarrassment even though she knows, rationally, she has nothing to be embarrassed about.

Several minutes later Tim’s pulling into the drug store parking lot and Lucy’s unbuckling her seat belt to run in. But as soon as she stands up Tim’s voice stops her.

“Wait Luce.” There’s a tenderness to his voice especially when he uses the new nickname that stops her more than the instruction itself. “I think we’re too late.”

Lucy looks down at the seat she just vacated to see its center now decorated with a dark red stain. A matching stain is present on the butt of the long yellow dress she’s wearing.

“Of course,” she spits as she tries to fight back tears that are already running down her cheeks.

“That a new dress?” Tim questions awkwardly, caught off guard by the sudden display of emotion.

Lucy lets out a choked laugh as Tim flounders to find something helpful to say.

“I ruined your truck, I ruined my dress and now I have to walk around the drug store with a giant stain on my ass,” Lucy sniffs.

“Hey Lucy, everything’s going to be okay.” He reaches across the console to put a hand on her shoulder. “Stay here. I’ll go in and get what you need.”

She stares at him surprised and unsure. The idea of him buying her tampons and pads and, she realizes, new underwear seems uncomfortably intimate.

“So, ah, what do you want?”

Because she has no desire to walk around the store with a giant blood stain on her butt she gives him her order, eyes down, face turning redder by the second.

He just nods and returns a few minutes later with three grocery bags and immediately hands them to her.

Inside she finds much more than she requested. The first bag contains two chocolate bars, two bags of candy, and two bottles of water. The second holds 6 different packages of assorted pads and tampons.

“How much blood do you think someone loses on their period,” Lucy teases.

Tim gives a small shrug. “I didn’t know which kind you wanted.”

Inside the third bag Lucy finds a bottle of Advil, a package of wet-wipes, a spray bottle of stain remover, a new package of underwear (simple white cotton), a pair of black tights and a box of black garbage bags.

“What are these for?” she asks holding up the garbage bags.

“They didn’t have any shirts so I thought we could make some head and arm holes and-“ he stops talking when he sees Lucy’s unimpressed expression. “I know it’s not ideal.”

“Good thing I already have that figured out,” she says holding up a plaid button up.

“Is that my shirt?” He had taken it off as soon as he got in the car, since like usual he had a henley underneath, and thrown it into the back. Lucy must of retrieved it while he was in the store.

“Please,” she says fixing him with those puppy dog eyes. “I promise I won’t get blood on it. Well, I’ll do my best. Please don’t make me wear a garbage bag.”

He laughs. “I forgot I had that. I guess I didn’t need these.” He takes the garbage bags from her and is about to throw them in the back when Lucy speaks up.

“Actually I’ll take one,” she says ripping the cardboard and freeing a single bag. She proceeds to rip a hole in the top of the garbage bag and pulls it over her legs like a skirt. Then she puts Tim’s plaid shirt on overtop. Tim is watching her with raised eyebrows.

“What? It’s just temporary. I promised I wouldn’t get blood on your shirt.” She puts everything she needs in her bag and goes into the bathroom to clean herself up. When she returns Tim is just finishing cleaning the blood off the passenger seat.

“I would have done that.”

“It was no trouble.” “Here spray some of this on your dress before the stain sets,” Tim offers as he hands her the stain remover.

Lucy does then drapes her dress over the backseat.

“Ready to go,” Tim asks.

Lucy nods and by 1pm they’re back on the road.

---

By 2pm they’re both hungry and decide to stop for lunch. The place they choose is a fast food joint connected to a gas station. It’s busy. Probably because it’s the only place to eat for miles around. While they wait in line to order, Lucy goes to use the bathroom, only to find another line just as long. She decides to try the gas station bathroom instead, telling Tim that she’ll be right back but if he gets to the front first he knows her order. He goes to argue but she’s already gone, which is probably a good thing since he has no rebuttal, considering it’s the truth.

A few minutes later Tim has their food: a veggie burger with extra pickles and fries for her and a burger and fries for him, but she still isn’t back. He wanders over to the gas station to find her standing in line at the register.

“Put the candy back Chen.”

“Make me,” she says shaking the bags as she holds them by her shoulders.

Tim reaches for them but Lucy moves to evade his grasp. “Too slow,” she teases.

“You’ve already had two pastries, one bag of candy, a chocolate bar and a frappa-cappa-crapacciuno or whatever.”

“It was a chai tea latte and you know it.”

“It was more sugar than anything and we still have more candy in the car. You’re going to give yourself diabetes.”

She shrugs. “It’s not a road trip without excessive amounts of junk food.”

“It’s not a road trip. It’s a commute home.”

“It’s whatever we make it,” she says as she taps her card to pay for the candy.

They find a state park a few minutes up the road and unpack their lunch at one of the picnic tables. They talk as they eat, familiar banter flying across the table. As they near the end of their food Lucy is animatedly telling a story about a recent arrest. She has a french fry in one hand and as she gestures, a little too aggressively, a glob of ketchup flies off the end of the fry and right into Tim’s face.

She sinks down a little in her seat and covers her mouth to try to suppress a laugh.

“Did you just throw ketchup at me Chen?” he glares as he slowly removes the offending condiment.

“Not on purpose,” she giggles.

“If you start a fight you better be prepared to finish it,” he says as he rips open a package of mustard and squirts it at her.

Although it has poor projectile power a small amount lands in Lucy’s hair. She looks back at him mouth wide. “That was on purpose. That’s assault. I’m calling the police.”

“We are the police,” Tim deadpans as he rips the top off another mustard package.

“You wouldn’t” Lucy warns as she opens a mayo.

Then words are abandoned as condiments fly. They go through 5 ketchup, 3 mustard, 2 mayo, 1 bbq sauce, 1 ranch dressing, 1 aioli and 1 pepper packet before they both surrender. In fact the only packets left untouched are the hot sauce and salt. Both their faces are covered in assorted condiments. Most that had been scooped off the picnic table and smeared directly onto their target when it became clear the packets could barely project their contents a foot. The only one that was truly an effective weapon was the pepper which successfully gave Tim a sneezing fit.

As they sit back down to finish the last bit of their lunch Lucy picks up a fry and runs it along Tim’s cheek then throws it in her mouth.

“Not bad,” she says as Tim makes a face of disgust.

When the last fries are gone they throw out their garbage, wipe down the picnic table, then turn their attention to themselves.

“It’s a good thing I bought these wipes,” Tim says as he passes one to Lucy.

She laughs as she takes it and begins to wash her face.

“Did I get it all?” she asks when she thinks she’s done. “Because you didn’t,” she adds as she reaches up to wipe the side of his mouth.

He’s startled at first then his expression morphs into something she can’t quite read but something that makes her linger just a little longer than strictly necessary. Then she steps away and climbs into the drivers seat and by 3pm they’re back on their way.

---

By 4pm Lucy’s in the middle of a seemingly endless monologue about the bachelor franchise when she looks over to realize that Tim is fast asleep. She would be insulted but instead she sees it as an opportunity. She starts to take every turn she can. Whenever she comes to an intersection she turns on to the smallest street. By the time Tim wakes up, about half an hour later (of course he would have is body trained to nap the ideal more than 20, less than 40 minutes), they are in the middle of nowhere. She waits until he’s fully awake then slams on the brakes.

“I’ve been shot. Where are we, Tim?” she demands in her best Tim Bradford voice. He looks out all the windows to see nothing but ranches then back at her, confusion clear on his face.

“Did you get us lost just so you could prove a point?” His tone an odd combination of annoyance and amusement.

“We’re not lost I’m taking the scenic route.”

“I’m pretty sure the scenic route is supposed to run along the ocean not through the desert in the middle of no where.”

“We’re not in the middle of no where we are North of Martinus Corner at the intersection of Cross Rd and and Lockwood Jolon Rd,” she brags.

“Great you know where we are. Do you know how to get us back onto the main road?”

“It’s not all about the destination, you know, It’s about the journey,” Lucy offers. “When’s the last time you did something just for the fun of it.”

“We go for a hike or a walk along the beach with Kojo every weekend.”

“I know I’m fun to be around,” she teases, “but that’s an errand, Tim, the dog needs exercise.”

“I see your point but what are we supposed to do in the middle of ranch land? You want to go cow tipping?”

“We won’t be in ranch land for long,” Lucy replies, but half an hour and at least twenty turns later they’re still surrounded by fields and livestock.

“Will you admit you’re lost now?” Tim asks.

Lucy sighs, “Fine, can you please google map how to get to Route 1”

“We were on 5.”

“5’s the freeway. 1’s the scenic route,” Lucy explains. “the one that runs along the ocean.”

Before Tim can bring up the app they’re emerging into a small city centre. As Lucy continues down the main street she excitedly points ahead.

“Let’s go bowling,” she says indicating the bowling alley sign.

“I thought you wanted to go to the ocean.”

“We can still take the scenic route home, after we go bowling.”

Tim sighs.

“Come on let’s have some fun, make some memories,” Lucy encourages.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer.”

Lucy shakes her head and happily pulls into the bowling alley parking lot.

Several minutes later they have their bowling shoes on and their names entered in the computer on lane 4. Tim goes first and immediately gets a strike.

“You want to put money on this game Chen?” he asks cockily.

“Lucky shot,” Lucy replies. “I’m not betting money but if you win I’ll let you pick the route home but if I win you can’t complain when we take the scenic route.

“Deal,” he says shaking her hand.

Lucy goes next and gets two gutter balls in a row. “Why didn’t we get the bumpers?”

“The bumpers are for kids.”

On her third throw she throws the bowl with two-hands after swinging it between her legs.

“Speaking of for kids,” Tim teases.

“Don’t argue with results,” she counters as her ball connects with the pins.

They continue going back and forth, Tim using the classic one-handed bowling throw and Lucy trying a different technique each time. She tries sitting down and pushing it down the lane, pulling out the ball slide meant for toddlers, standing backwards and throwing the ball between her legs but eventually settles on the two-handed granny throw.

By half-way through the game Tim’s score is double Lucy’s and he starts to get cocky. He throws with his eyes closed, on one-foot and after spinning in a circle 10 times.

3 quarters through the game the black lights come on and they laugh at each others teeth glowing in the dark. The disco lights and music follow. Then Lucy who had been giggling and joking around all game suddenly becomes serious.

“I have two more turns and I really want a strike,” she states. She has a couple spares on the board but strikes remain elusive. Tim on the other hand has three.

“Can I show you? he questions handing her a ball.

He initially tries to coach her through the throw but she isn’t catching on so he steps behind her, puts his hand over hers and leans into her back as he guides her through the motion. The ball knocks over all but one pin but Lucy almost misses it because she’s looking up at Tim. He lets go and steps back.

“You think you can do that on your own next turn?” he asks shaking the huskiness from his voice.

She nods. Tim bowls, then it’s the moment of truth as Lucy throws her ball imaging Tim’s arm along hers, guiding it. The bowl rolls straight down the alley where it connects with the pins and knocks them all down. STRIKE flashes on the computer screen as Lucy jumps for joy then right into Tim for a celebratory hug. He’s initially surprised but is able to catch her and himself before they fall over. He spins them around as she laughs and he’s suddenly really glad Lucy made him stop.

With that the game is over. Tim’s still ahead but the margin had narrowed. They return their bowling shoes and head out to the truck.

“Fine you win this time, we can go back to the interstate but I want a rematch. I’m thinking mini-golf or the arcade,” Lucy says as she pulls out of the parking lot.

“Nah, go to the 1,” Tim says as he starts to read the directions off his phone.

Lucy looks at him quizzically but doesn’t push her luck. By 6pm they’re driving along the ocean.

---

By 7pm, although it’s not that late, it’s already dark. That combined with her lack of sleep the night before is making Lucy sleepy. When she yawns for the third time in less than 20 minutes Tim suggests they switch drivers. Lucy happily obliges pulling into the next rest stop. During the day it would have a beautiful view of the ocean but now all one can see is darkness. The only evidence of the ocean’s presence being the rhythmic, crashing of waves against the base of the cliff below.

They pull into the abandoned lot; Lucy takes her time backing into a spot, mostly just to annoy Tim and they both get out, reflexively closing their doors behind them. As they pass each other Tim holds his hand out for the keys.

“I just left them in the ignition,” Lucy explains. Tim looks over to the truck then back to her a look of defeat on his face.

“Your doors lock automatically, don’t they?” Lucy asks rhetorically, “I fucked up.”

They try the doors just in case but sure enough they’re locked.

“Well it could be worse,” Tim offers much to Lucy’s surprise, “at least it’s not running.” “I’ll call Angela and see if I can convince her to grab the extra set of keys from my house and come meet us but its going to be a couple hours.”

Lucy nods. “Thank-you and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Tim shrugs, “we’re making memories remember.” Then without another word we walks away from her as he hits a button on his phone and puts it to his ear. The conversation doesn’t last long. Angela obliges but insists that Tim now owes her one. He thinks she still owes him a couple from everything he did as her man of honour but decides now isn’t the time to bring that up. When he hangs up he finds Lucy has lowered the tailgate of his truck, where she now sits. She’s shivering, arms wrapped around herself, but she’s smiling as she looks up at the sky.

“You can see the stars here,” she explains hearing him approach, “away from the lights and smog of the city.”

Tim climbs up into the bed of his truck and removes a stack of old moving blankets from the storage box he keeps in the back.

“Angela’s on her way but in the meantime we should stay warm.” He wraps one around Lucy’s shoulders. Then lays the rest on the floor of the truck bed.

“Good thing I left these in after helping Tamara move last weekend.” He shimmies his way in-between two layers then taps the spot beside him, inviting Lucy to join. She climbs in beside him eager for more warmth. With the sun gone the temperature had dropped fast.

Lucy pulls up an app on her phone and hands it to Tim so he can identify constellations for them while her hands and arms stay hidden under the blankets. Then they lay down and look-up at the stars. Tim uses the app to find constellations, points them out to Lucy, then reads the story about them provided by the app. Meanwhile Lucy snuggles deeper and deeper into the blankets. Tim stops in the middle of the story he’s reading about the the swan constellation as the blankets are pulled off his torso.

"Stop hogging all the blankets,” he complains pulling them back.

“Sorry, I’m freezing,” she confesses.

He pauses for a second clearly debating something internally before opening his arm out to the side. “Then come closer,” he finally says.

She hesitates for a second before slowly moving to snuggle against his side. The possibility of warmth far outweighing any awkwardness she’s feeling. She rests her head on his chest. She can feel his heart racing to match her own and can’t help but smile to herself.

“Better?” he asks once she’s finished squirming around trying to maximize her view of the stars and the amount of body heat she’s receiving from him.

”You're comfier than a pillow,” she confirms, nodding.

Tim doesn’t respond just wraps his arm around her shoulders. He continues to point out constellations and read the stories in Lucy’s app.

“None of the constellations actually look like their name sakes,” Lucy says after a while.

“You have to use your imagination.”

“I could use my imagination to name my own constellations.”

He shrugs. “Go for it.”

She finds a cluster of stars that vaguely resembles a duck. She points it out to Tim then makes up a story about a duck that joined the LAPD and saved the city from a gang of geese. When she’s finished she turns to Tim,. “Your turn.”

He gives her his best ‘not happening’ look but he’s met with those pleading brown eyes that hold more power over him than he’ll ever admit and caves almost instantly.

He points out an X made of stars. “That is where the space pirates buried their treasure.” Lucy looks up at him expectantly. “The end,” he finishes.

“That’s your whole story? One sentence.”

“I’m not as creative as you.”

“Then tell a real story,” she says, “here I’ll go first.”

She points to a jumble of stars. “That is Caligula’s toy chest,” she says then proceeds to describe in great detail all the filthy, horrid things she had seen the day he taught her the DEAR method.

“Why would you tell me that?” he asks when she is done.

“Now you share my pain.”

Tim laughs and points at four stars arranged in a rectangle. “That is the phone that was used too much at work.” He spends his entire story essentially mocking her for always being on her phone. Lucy would be annoyed or insulted but the amount of detail he remembers about the completely benign things she has done is kind of sweet and a little exhilarating.

She next finds a ’surf board’ and tells the story of a weekend getaway with some collage friends that ended with a black eye, a broken board and a lot of great memories.

Tim follows suit finding a ‘football’ and telling the story of a particularly memorable championship game during his high school career. He’s half-way through his story when he interrupts himself. “You're crushing me,” he tells Lucy who is draped over his torso. “What are you even doing?” I can't breathe with you on me."

“I’m tucking in the blanket so our heat doesn’t escape,” she says as she pushes the edge of the blanket under Tim’s side along the length of his body. When she’s done she rolls off of him, cuddles back into his side then tucks the opposite blanket edge under herself.

When Tim finishes his story they continue to go back and forth, learning more and more about each other each turn. Lucy tells stories from the time she spent travelling and working odd jobs, from her time as a psych major and her time in the academy. Tim talks about his family, his time in the army, and his early years on the force and with Isabel.

He tells her about a colleague who despite being a great cop made the mistake of using his radio near an explosive and paid for it with his life. He is the reason Tim baby powder bombs every Rookie: so no other good officers will be lost because a critical piece of information was taught so dryly that it couldn’t possibly be recalled under pressure.

She tells him about her ring as she twirls it around her finger. About how she found it in her grandma’s dress-up chest when she was six and it immediately became her favourite item. How every time she played dress-up the ring was part of the costume, whether she was a princess or a ninja, a cat or a witch, a clown or a police officer. How unlike her parents, who always thought she’d follow their career paths, her grandma always told her she could be anything she wanted. How when her grandma passed away she had found the ring again as she helped her parents pack up her things. How she had started wearing it to feel closer to her. How as she looked at the ring day after day she heard her grandma’s voice in her head: “You can do anything you put your mind too,” “the sky’s the limit,” “do what makes you happy.” How that made her realize she was not where she wanted to be and led to her decision to quit her Master’s program. How her parents had chalked it up to grief and tried to use psychoanalysis to convince her to return. How that had pissed Lucy off and led to her applying to the LAPD. How she had continued to wear the ring as a reminder and motivator during her training. How much it had meant to her to have it returned. How now it not only symbolizes her grandma’s belief in her, but also Tim’s and her own. How it continues to give her strength.

As Lucy talks Tim rubs circles on her back as if connecting the stars that constitute Lucy’s ‘ring’ constellation.

Just as she finishes she excitedly points up. “Look a shooting star!”

“Make a wish,” Tim advises.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” She surprises herself by how quick and confident that comes out. She hadn’t even thought about it, but it is true. In this moment everything is perfect. She is no longer cold. She is warm and happy in her little burrito with Tim: wearing his shirt, listening to the ocean, surrounded by stars.

Lucy half hears Tim name a constellation “the best boot I ever trained” and start to tell a Coles notes version of their story but she’s already falling asleep.

She wakes up some time later to Tim shifting beside her.

“Don’t move,” she groans still half-asleep.“

“Ange is here Luce. It’s time to go home.”

“Am home,” she mumbles before falling back asleep.

Tim manages to free himself from Lucy and the blankets. He shuffles out of the back of the truck and walks around it to meet Angela who is just getting out of her car.

“Where have you been,” Tim asks.

“Driving.”

“I mean, what took you so long?”

“I thought you might be enjoying your alone time with Lucy more than you’d admit, so I didn’t rush.”

He wanted to argue but he couldn’t. “Thank-you for coming.”

She shrugs. “Honestly, when your baby refuses to sleep anywhere but a moving car a 4 hour drive is not as inconvenient as it sounds.”

As if to prove her point the infant starts wailing from inside the vehicle.

Before Angela can move Tim’s opening her car door and removing his god child from the car seat. He holds the baby to his chest and starts rocking him. As the baby continues to scream and Tim continues to rock, sway and bounce, Lucy emerges from behind Tim’s truck seemingly woken by the crying.

“There’s my favourite little guy,” she coos as she approaches. “You’ve gotten so big. Next time I see you you’ll be taller than your Uncle Tim,” she continues as she rubs the baby’s back. Despite all the attention the baby continues to fuss.

“He’s hungry,” Angela explains. “Give him this,” she continues handing him a full bottle, “I pumped on the way here.”

“You pumped while driving?”

“It’s called multitasking.”

Tim takes the bottle and offers it to the baby who immediately begins suckling. While the baby drinks Lucy goes back to Tim’s truck and grabs some blankets. She gives one to Angela, drapes another over Tim and the little boy and wraps herself in the last.

Over the next half an hour Tim and Lucy work together to feed, burp, and change the baby before putting him back in his carseat, all while his mother watches with a very amused expression. When he’s buckled in they say their goodbyes, thank Angela again, then head back to Tim’s truck, which is now unlocked.

By 10pm they are back on the road. They spend the rest of the drive cooing over baby Evers and talking about their own theoretical future kids. While conveniently avoiding any mention of theoretical future spouses or co-parents.

By midnight Lucy is just getting home. As she walks through the door she sees Jackson on the couch watching TV.

“Why are you so late?” he asks turning towards her.

“Long story.”

“Is that Tim’s shirt?”

“Longer story.”

“Aha,” Jackson says giving her a knowing look.

She just rolls her eyes and goes to get ready for bed. She falls asleep almost immediately and dreams of sweets and stars, babies and bowling and a life with Tim.

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The Halftime of It

Fandom: Ted Lasso Pairing: Roy Kent/Keeley Jones Rating: E Word Count: 2814

Summary: Roy turns up to coach AFC Richmond. At halftime, Keeley commends him on his choice.

“You disappointed they didn’t start up the ol’ Roy Kent cheer when you walked in? Is that what this face is?” Ted guesses.

Roy maintains his scowl, staring out at the pitch, though maybe the skin around his eyes tightens a little in annoyance. He fucking came here to watch, not be watched.

“No,” he says gruffly.

“I reckon there just wasn’t time before the start of the match to squeeze it in,” Ted says, apparently choosing to go ahead and console him anyway.

“That’s fine.”

“Well, they’ll get to it though. These folks love the heck outta you. Our old pal Jamie wasn’t anywhere near as much of a hit when he came back to play for us, but soon enough this stadium was ringing with ‘Jay-mee Tartt, do do—’”

“FUCK!” Roy roars.

“Let it out,” Coach Beard mutters from Ted’s other side.

Nate jumps and tries to cover it by looking stern, like that’s fucking fooling anybody.

“I forgot I was going to hear that fucking song all the time,” Roy explains. “I’ve changed my mind. I resign.”

“Oh no,” Ted counters, having the fucking nerve to chuckle, “you’re back, baby. I’ve got a few witnesses.”

He points around at the fans currently yelling their heads off as Sheffield Wednesday make a dash for Richmond’s goal only to be met by Dani Rojas’ lightning-quick sliding tackle.

From where Roy stands, the ref’s body language suggests he’s about to award a free kick to fucking Sheffield Wednesday.

“OI!” he yells out. “IT WAS A CLEAN FUCKING TACKLE! GET YOUR FUCKING EYES TESTED!”

“You know,” says Ted, “that is a great reminder. I’ve been over here how long now? And I haven’t made the time to find myself an optometrist. Now, that’s a little shortsighted of me, dontcha think?”

Grinning, he bumps his elbow into Roy’s arm. Roy growls under his breath.

But he says, “I met a shitload of optometrists on Sexy Christmas. I’ll get you some numbers.”

“Optometrists? I would be just fascinated to know how that fit into y’all’s plans, but I’ll let you keep that between Keeley and yourself.”

“It was only because we couldn’t find a fucking dentist.”

Roy sees Ted open his mouth to respond to that, so he fully puts his back to him to concentrate downfield. Looks like either the ref got his head out of his backside or heard Roy’s voice, remembered the legendary Roy Kent anger, and decided to live another day. To override whatever that prick may have said to Dani, Roy calls out, “NICE TACKLE BACK THERE, ROJAS!” the next time play halts for a throw-in. Dani beams.

“Way to support your players there, Coach,” Ted says.

Roy turns so they’re side by side again and crosses his arms.

“Just feels right, havin’ you back,” Ted goes on uninvited as Roy observes his team’s passing pattern. “Like the cherry on the top of a triple-decker sundae. ’Cept I don’t really like those cherries they put on sundaes. They look so gooey. Blech. Hey, Coach, what’d be a better fruit to top a sundae with?”

“Chocolate-covered strawberry,” Roy answers instantly.

His mention of Sexy Christmas brought a few of Keeley’s special touches to the front of his mind—the strawberries, the martinis, the sheer fucking dress thing she was wearing. He releases a heavy breath. Sure enough, that outfit made a reappearance on December 28th, but that doesn’t mean Keeley’s out of his system. She’ll probably never be out of his system, and Roy’s alright with that.

“Chocolate-covered strawberry!” Ted says in excited agreement. “Boy, to quote that review you wrote on your signed picture at the kebab shop, ‘Yum.’”

Roy jerks his gaze away from the pitch, which really hurts him because Jamie’s just gone down after what looked like an accidental kneeing in the balls. (He doesn’t bear that knobhead any ill will, but he’s just got to enjoy shit like this when it happens. Wouldn’t be human not to.)

“How the fuck do you know what my picture says?”

“I went back and ate there again. Like I said at the time, best I ever had. What was I supposed to do, not go back?”

“Yes.”

Looks as though Jamie’s now attempting to talk the ref into red-carding the player who kneed him. Roy, rolling his eyes, has no interest in that; he doesn’t mind taking his focus off the match for a few seconds when his phone vibrates inside his jacket pocket.

It’s a text from Keeley.

Um hi? First of all, proud of you. Second, you look delicious in that suit. Come to my office at the half.

Delicious. At least she didn’t say yum.

What for? he texts back.

I think you know what for, gorgeous.

With a flustered huff, Roy tucks his phone away. Why the hell would she do that to him? It’s his first fucking match as a coach. How’s he supposed to focus now?

“Who was that?” Ted asks.

“No one.”

“Ah, so you were just pretending to text. I get it. People do that sometimes, when they’re feeling nervous. Helps ’em avoid talking to somebody they don’t wanna talk to, or confronting their own loneliness in a roomful of strangers. But just so you know, everybody in here’s your fr—”

“I’m not fucking nervous.”

Ted blinks expectantly and Roy stares hard back at him for as long as he can stand, but Ted’s not giving up.

“It’s one of the assholes from Sky Sports. Contract stuff.”

Ted laughs.

“I gotta call your bluff there, Roy. You’re looking forward now. I don’t think you’re gonna give the people at your old job the time of day until Keeley twists your arm about it. You heard the term ‘ghosting’?”

When Roy ignores him, Ted pushes.

“Who was it really? Was it Keeley? I think it’ll be real nice, the two of you working in the same building…”

Roy allows Ted to prattle because getting him to stop would take too much energy. He’s going to have to get used to this again.

At halftime, the boys march off the pitch, eyebrows raising and smiles widening as they approach Roy. Who turns on his heel and wrenches open the door between the stands.

“I think he’s just a little overcome with emotion right now,” Roy hears Ted telling the team before the door shuts behind him.

He takes a few controlled breaths, like he learned to do in yoga, and walks quickly in the direction of Keeley’s office. When he arrives, the door’s open and she’s inside, pulling her desk forward.

“You need help?” he offers, striding forward.

“Nah, you’re alright,” Keeley promises with a big smile. “You could close the door though.”

Roy hesitates.

“Babe. We don’t have long.” He twitches his sleeve up to consult his watch. “No more than ten minutes. I’ve gotta get back before the half’s up.”

“You will,” Keeley says sweetly.

She goes to the door herself, closing it securely, then running her hand across his chest on her way back. A little tug on his tie and he’s already going rigid in his pants. She rounds her desk, stands with her arm draped along the top of her chair. And how the fuck is he meant to turn this down?

All business, Roy exhales and shucks his suit jacket.

“You better get good and wet for me, ’cause I’m gonna be rubbing your clit so fast my hand cramps if I’m gonna get you off in time,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and rolling his sleeves.

It’s wonderful how Keeley can let her mouth drop open and still be smiling.

“I think I just came from that imagery alone. But you’ve misunderstood.”

“’Course I haven’t. Sit down.”

He nods at the chair she’s framing, but Keeley coyly shakes her head and moves away, motioning for him to sit instead.

Roy takes the seat, holding his arms away from his body; he expects his girlfriend to climb onto his lap any second. That’s what has his heart thumping so fucking hard.

Only, she sneaks around to the chairs she has for visitors and grabs a pillow that has the look and texture of a dyed and sheared poodle. Dangling the pink thing from one hand, Keeley circles around and tosses it at his feet. Then she kneels on it.

“Fuuuck,” Roy growls, and it’s not a damn thing like the growl he gave Ted.

“Mmm,” Keeley hums in agreement.

Eyes locked on his, she reaches for his belt. It’s no fucking accident that her hand skims over his crotch on the way.

“Do you know what I was watching before the match?” she asks.

Roy shakes his head, then clears his throat to answer.

“No.”

“Come on, you do.”

“Me quitting the pundit job you talked me into?”

“Yep,” Keeley says. He feels good when she tells him he guessed right. He feels really fucking good when she unzips his trousers and roughly yanks his shirttail free.

“But you’re not mad. Clearly.” His girlfriend smiles and grips the waist of his trousers. He feels the dull edges of her nails and then she’s hooking her fingers around the band of his underwear as well, scratching softly at his bare skin. She negotiates the elastic over the head of his erection and he lifts up from the chair so she can bring his clothes down past his knees. “You said you were proud of me.”

She nods, kneading the tops of his naked thighs with both hands, and then leaning forward to kiss the inside of his left one.

“I am,” she says. “I think you’ll be a brilliant coach.”

He shifts, uncomfortable with the compliment and restless with her mouth so close to his straining cock.

“Don’t see why it isn’t you up here and me between your legs,” he says, meaning it, even when her hands slide higher and Keeley wraps him in the loose, warm hold of her fingers.

“Because of what I saw on that broadcast.”

“Me quitting?”

Keeley scoffs and grips him more firmly, working up and down his full length in sure strokes.

“Guess again.”

“Me getting emotional,” Roy says.

His girlfriend beams and scoots closer. Her hand drops to encircle the base of his cock while her tongue slicks the head. To stay sane, he focuses on how the thick hoop of her gold earring swings against her jaw.

“Me caring about the team,” he chokes out as Keeley’s other hand comes up to cradle his balls, her thumb massaging him. “About my job and my future. Me being… fuck.” He can feel her lips parting, dragging over him, probably getting a smudge of shiny lipstick on his cock. He’s no longer giving any thought to the time, but it doesn’t matter—he won’t take long.

“Me being passionate,” Roy says when he can get the words out.

Keeley’s head sinks over his lap and, after that, all he says is a whole lot of nonsense.

“Any tips, Coach?” his girlfriend checks cheekily, lifting off of him a couple minutes later while her hands continue to work. His jaw is clenched, maybe too clenched to speak.

“You’ve never…” he ventures when he can. “…needed any.”

“Alright. Well, just don’t mess up my hair.”

Roy looks at the tight blonde swirl on top of her head and smiles. He knows better than that; his hands have been clasped around the sides of the chair since she dropped the fucking pillow.

“Feel like a bit of an idiot,” he grunts, as Keeley’s lifting his shirt to kiss his abdomen, palm smearing precum around the head of his cock until—hopefully—her mouth returns to wet him properly.

“How come?”

That hot breath on his skin. He can tell she’s panting. Fuck, he gets the same way when he’s doing this for her, tongue or fingers buried inside her, totally caught up in her pleasure.

“I thought ten minutes wouldn’t be enough time.”

“Oh.” Keeley pulls back and grins. “You gonna come? You gonna have an orgasm because I’m on my knees for you?”

Roy closes his eyes, head falling back.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“You want me to keep going or you want me to help you last longer? Just tell me which one, babe. We can do this however you want.”

He nods as he thinks, then tips forward to look at her. Cheeks flushed, lipstick gone. Heat surges to his groin and he pulses in the fist she quickly slackens.

“Help me last,” Roy gasps. “Please.”

Keeley nods seriously and says, “The other reason you’re up there and I’m down here is that you put on a damn good show, but I could tell your injury was killing you when you turned up. No way am I letting you get down on your shit knee.”

Her bluntness makes him smile.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.”

“You know I am gonna be on my knees for you as soon as it feels better though, right?” he says. “I plan on making Sexy Christmas up to you for the rest of the year.”

“Until next Sexy Christmas?” she asks, eyes bright. There’s something painfully hopeful in there too that makes his fucking chest squeeze with how much he adores her.

“Maybe tonight. Even if it’s only… fucking… Sexy Saturday.”

“Sexy Saturday has a pretty nice ring to it,” Keeley points out.

To show her praise is genuine, he guesses, she takes him deep into her mouth. So much for helping him last. He swears and shouts, counting on the team making enough noise down in the locker room and the fans chatting at full volume in the stadium to essentially render his girlfriend’s office soundproof. Hand cupped around the back of her neck, he rolls his hips gently to the pace set by her eager tongue.

His free hand isn’t free for long—it locates hers to link their fingers, the soft back of Keeley’s hand resting on his thigh when the muscle goes taut. He’s so close he can fucking taste it. She knows too, her hand doing short, quick pumps low on his shaft. When she emits this devastating, brain-shaking moan, mouth full of him and eyelashes fluttering, Roy loses it, locking their hands together. His gaze floats to the white ceiling, then his eyes roll back at the feel of Keeley swallowing around him.

He loves her, he loves her, he probably tells her somewhere in all his mid-bliss babbling.

Sitting there as he gets his breath back, with his shit knee and his bare ass on her chair, Roy turns tender eyes on Keeley. She rises and winks at him, backhanding her lower lip. Fluffing the pillow back into shape, she returns it to its chair. She comes back to his side of the desk and opens a drawer. Once she’s extracted a mirror and a tube of lip gloss, she dabs shimmery pink dots across her lips before smoothing them with the applicator. He wheels up behind her and hugs her around the waist, forehead pressed to her back.

“You gonna get dressed?” she asks.

“In a minute. Do I have time to hold you?”

Keeley must have brought her phone with her, but she plucks his arm, tilting it—presumably inspecting his watch.

“Not really,” she says.

“I’ll run.”

The discomfort’ll be worth a little more time with her, he thinks, sighing in contentment and inhaling his girlfriend’s perfume.

“You will not,” she informs him. “I’ve got a better idea.”

So after he’s swiped a few tissues from the box on her desk, and righted his suit—with Keeley playfully fighting to leave him at least a little disheveled (“No.”)—and scowled at the Roy Kent decal stuck to her wall (“Prick gets to spend all day with you.”), and accepted the kiss she gives him when she sees he’s jealous (“I’m not jealous.”), he yields to this “better idea” of Keeley’s.

Which ends up being to have him remain seated in her chair while she pushes, running full tilt in her heels and giggling madly.

He should make her stop when they get to the first closed door.

He lets her do it until they’re right outside the locker room.

Standing, he straightens and rebuttons his jacket. Keeley bites her lip, grinning, and pulls the chair away. She steps close and wiggles the knot of his tie into place. Roy breathes, preparing to go in and catch the end of Ted’s halftime pep talk. At the last second, Keeley grabs his arm, stretches up, and plants a sticky kiss on his neck.

Roy gives her a wry look, eyebrow cocked, then strides into the locker room. He has his head held high when his team spot the pink print of Keeley’s lips and start OOOHing their fucking heads off.

#my writing #Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso (affectionate)#Ted Lasso spoilers #Roy Kent #Keeley Jones #Roy Kent x Keeley Jones #Roy x Keeley #Ted Lasso fanfic

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mrsalwayswrite · 4 years ago

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Filthy Tease (Eugene Roe x f!reader)

I meant for this to be a spicy Roe piece but it kinda of took a different route than anticipated... oops? Anyway, i wanna dedicate this to @saritanotserena for giving me the idea but also cuz she is amazing! (sorry if this is awful, i still think i’m terrible at smut) also, not super edited cuz we die like men, alright?

Warning: sexual content- teasing & fingering & my poor attempts at dirty talk

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Tag list: @happyveday @saritanotserena @sydney-m @evelynshelby

There were many things most people were not aware of in regards to Easy Company's Eugene Roe. For example, he was terrified of bees. But instead of running away screaming, he would freeze and not move, barely breathing until he felt safe enough to move. Also, the man was obsessed with strawberries. He would pick them any day over chocolate or any other kind of dessert. When alone, he enjoyed quietly quoting poetry. He never did it in front of the men, for fear they would mock him. The biggest secret that would surprise people though?

Eugene Roe was a filthy tease whose lips dripped sin and hands brought you to heaven with their touch.

And you were well acquainted with this side of him.

In Albourne, the replacements had begun calling you 'mama bear' shortly after you punched a Sergeant from a different company, who was picking on one of Easy's replacements. You also had the habit of checking up on them and trying to teach them extra things that training left out. You did not mind the nickname. Honestly, you thought it was sweet how all the boys took to you so. Since most of the Toccoa guys did not want anything to do with the replacements, you stepped up.

Unfortunately, all this extra attention from the replacements seemed to spark unnecessary jealousy from Roe. In the quiet moments you two managed to sneak away, you always tried to remind and show him how he was the only man who caught your eye. You would shower him with words of affection, hold him close and kiss him until he forgot his worries. You both hated that you had to keep your relationship a secret. You tried to remind him that this was only temporary. One day you could kiss and hold hands in public. One day you could stand before him in a white dress. One day you would make others jealous with the overwhelming love you had for each other.

But that was not today. Or in any sense of the foreseeable future. So you kept your relationship secret and tried to keep your affections on a slow simmer as to not alert the rest of the company.

After you started gaining more attention from the replacements, after you started spending more time with them…. Roe changed his tactics in reminding you of who always stole your breath and made you feel like a goddess on earth.

And that was how you learned he was a filthy tease.

It started off with simple things. He would walk past you and let his hand caress your ass for a fleeting moment before moving on to avoid drawing notice to the pair of you. Or if you sat next to one another to eat, he would place his hand on your knee or thigh underneath the table, giving you an occasional squeeze. If your hair got in your face, he would tenderly tuck it behind your ear or adjust your cap if your hands were full. It was sweet how tactical he was. Always seeking for a way to subtly touch you.

Then one day, you were walking with a couple of replacements back from the firing range, having been helping them with their accuracy. You saw Roe approaching, hands in his pockets, his eyes focused on you. He commented how he needed your advice for something and so you innocently followed him towards the small aid station set up in Albourne, having waved goodbye to the replacements.

As you passed a huge stack of empty boxes next to a brick building, he pushed you off the road and behind the boxes. You slammed against the brick wall, shock making you unable to cry out or demand about his actions. He had never been rough with you before. Concern and anger warned in you, unsure if something was wrong with him or he was being an asshole. When you leaned back, ready to demand what was going on, your words were cut off by his mouth covering yours and his tongue slipping between your lips. His body pressed against you, pinning you between him and the brick wall behind you. His mouth and touch dominated you, bringing you to the brink and turning you into a puddle of desire. Just as a whine left your throat, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most, he pulled back. Through the haze of lust, you could see his lips swollen, eyes dilated, and chest rising and falling rapidly, matching your own.

"What…?" You stumbled out, your mind and body quaking with need.

"That's so ya don't forget." Even his voice was affected, more husky than normal. God, it sounded delicious and you wanted to taste it from the source again.

"Forget… forget what?"

"Who makes ya feel good. Who can please ya… and who always wants ya." He stepped back, a smug smirk tugging on his lips. "See ya later, chéri." Then he walked away, back onto the road, hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened. As if he had not left you aching in need and obscenely wet.

You stayed there against the brick wall for longer than you would ever care to admit. Your heart hammered in your chest, the ache in your belly at an almost painful level, your breathing heavy in anticipation for what you thought was to come. But now you stood there… alone… and horny.

You thought maybe this was just a one-time thing. He had never done anything like this before.

Oh, how wrong you were.

A couple days later you sat in the back of a lecture room, Nixon at the front talking about something very important. But you could not hear a word he was saying. Oh no, because Eugene Roe was sitting next to you, whispering in your ear about all the dirty things he wanted to do to you in quite explicit terms. Half the stuff he whispered, you wondered where he even got the ideas. Soon enough, his words seeped into your mind as he painted such lewd images of the two of you. You had to press your thighs tightly together to deal with the growing ache. Something you were positive he noticed and delighted in. At one point, he even drew his finger slowly up from your knee to your hip as he whispered about sneaking into Sink's office and letting him fuck you over the man's desk. Once the lecture was over, Roe just gave you a wink and easily got up to walk away with the others heading out. You had to sit there for several minutes, taking long, deep breaths to try and will away the flush over your skin and suppress the pooling desire in your belly.

You could not decide if you loved or hated this new side of Roe.

Another time he asked for your help, that he might practice a new technique he read about in one of his medical books. You laid down on one of the beds in the aid station. The quiet chatting of a couple of the other medics behind the half-wall curtain filled the otherwise silent air from the other side of the station. Roe snuck a quick kiss to your lips making you giggle quietly and the two of you easily fell into a light-hearted conversation about a party being set up for the enlisted. Though as you two kept talking and he practiced wrapping and unwrapping various parts of your body, his hands began to…. wander. His fingers skimmed up your thighs, moving teasingly close to your groin then darting away.

At first you thought it was an accident and paid no mind, but after a couple times, you realized he was doing it on purpose. When you called him out on it, he pretended to have no idea what you were talking about. Then he told you he needed to practice working on a chest wound. Next thing you knew, he had the top several buttons of your army-issued jacket open, and he was laying a bandage on your exposed skin. His hands roamed across your chest, brushing your breasts with firm strokes. At one point he murmured something about giving you morphine and pretended to jab a syringe into your thigh; but as his hand moved back up, it grazed over your sex, leaving a fiery trail up your torso and back to your chest in its wake.

"Gene…" you moaned, unable to take it anymore, wriggling underneath his touch seeking friction.

He hushed you, wicked eyes glancing towards where the others were in the aid station. "Ya gotta keep quiet, pretty lady. Can ya do that for me?"

You nodded but it was only half-hearted, your mind already drawing in the euphoric hunger he induced in you. His hands worked you- skimming, fondling, cupping and teasing- in all the ways that soon left you a quivering mess, biting down on your hand to keep the lascivious moans at bay.

The whole time he complimented and whispered to you, saying things that only seemed to heighten the experience. "Doin' so good, mon chéri, look at ya. Beautiful." Or "gotta keep quiet, pretty lady." Or "just imagine when I do this to ya, but with my tongue… I know ya taste so damn good. How's that feel, darlin'?"

Finally, you were toeing the edge, body desperate to fall off that cliff. Your body vibrated with maddening want. "Gene, please…." You begged without shame; the desire, the need too great for you to care.

"Shhh...can't let 'em see ya like this." He cooed, one hand cupping your cheek while the other fondled your breast. "This is for me only, yeah? Say it, chéri."

"Just you… just you, Gene."

"Mmm… good girl." Then he finally slipped his skilled hand into your pants and pushed you off the edge. Your body drowned in bliss, mind hazy with pleasure.

This went on for weeks. Any opportunity he could pull you into a dark corner, push you against a wall, touch you, or drive you wild… he took full advantage of.

To everyone else, he still remained the quiet, slightly reclusive medic with a heart of gold and healing hands.

But to you… he was a fallen angel with the sole purpose to tempt you with that delightful Cajun accent and take control of you with those sinful lips and magical hands.

***

The atmosphere in the pub was jovial. Glenn Miller played in the background from the radio. The many voices of the paratroopers filled the pub, overshadowing the famous artist. The place reeked of beer, cigarette smoke and testosterone.

Buck, Luz, Toye and Heffron played darts in the corner. A few of the other Toccoa men heckled them and laughed at their own jokes, ignoring the replacements scattered about. The divide between Toccoa men and replacements felt like a terrible chasm. You tried to bridge it though. Floating between both parties, you laughed and cracked jokes with everyone while sipping on your beer.

This was the first time you had worn your WAAC uniform in months, reviving fond memories at its feel and look. You had started in the WAAC but then threw a series of unexpected encounters and circumstances, you eventually found yourself at Camp Toccoa training to be a paratrooper. Now, it felt odd to be wearing a skirt, stockings and kitten heels. You had become so used to your dirty ODs. Tonight though, you donned your skirt and heels, even going so far to put on some red lipstick. Who knew when the next chance you would have to dress up would be?

"Come on, just one dance." Simmons was begging from the seat beside you, his boyish charm on full display, enhanced by the dimples in his cheeks.

You laughed, more amused than annoyed by his persistence. "No, if I dance with you then everyone else will expect a dance too."

"Give it up, Peter." Burkle chuckled. "Mama bear ain't going out there."

You pointed a finger at the dark-haired replacement across the table. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, Frank."

"Ya hear 'bout the man who got caught joy-ridin' the other day?" Ralph Nestor changed the topic thankfully, leaning forward against the table, ready to spread the latest gossip.

Taking another sip of your beer, you listened but scanned the crowd around you. It was about time for you to move on to the next group.

As if sensing a pair of eyes burning into you, you swiveled your head trying to locate the gaze. It did not take long for you to meet the eyes of Eugene Roe. He sat with Spina and a few others at a table on the other side of the bar. He subtly tapped the empty spot next to him after he caught your eye. A warmth filled you. It was stupid since you knew he loved you but even here amongst a crowd, he wanted you by his side.

"Well, I'm off, fellas. Don't get too drunk tonight please… and if you do, make sure to keep all your clothes on. I'm looking at you, Private Burkle." You teased, watching the young man's face redden at the reminder, while the others laughed. Standing up, you brushed your skirt down, still unused to the feeling after so long.

"Yes, mama bear." A couple of them chorused.

You smiled. As you reached forward to grab your half-full beer glass, a hand slipped into yours and spun you around into a solid chest. "What?"

Simmons held your hand as he placed his other on your waist. "Come on, one dance. I'll even keep my hands to myself."

"Your hands wander at all, there's at least thirty men here who will rip your hands off for me if I ask."

"Oh believe me, I know." He squeezed your hand, a cheeky smile on his face. "Please?"

"Simmons, give it up!" Nestor said. "I see your platoon Sergeant looking over here."

That got Simmons to freeze, glancing over his shoulder to see Guarnere with eyes narrowed at the two of you.

You laughed, pushing away from the replacement. "Better not piss your platoon Sergeant off. I'll be back for my glass." Swiftly, you moved in the direction of the bathroom, sending a wink Guarnere's way and receiving one in return.

The women's bathroom was small and cramped with two stalls, barely room to move, and a small counter with a sink. Either women did not frequent this pub much or this was awkwardly small to discourage women from lounging and socializing in here away from men. In your mind, it could go either way honestly.

After you finished your business, you stood at the sink washing your hands. The cool water soothed your skin after the heat in the pub. Looking up in the mirror, you saw your lipstick had faded and was slightly smudged. Most likely from the beer glass. Carefully, you tried to fix it using the tip of your finger. It seemed absurd, with everything you had been through- the training and combat you had seen- for you to be standing here worried about your smudged lipstick. Perhaps it would not have felt so odd if you stayed in the WAAC instead of joining the paratroopers.

Behind you, the bathroom door opened which surprised you. You thought you had been the only woman at the pub tonight. Maybe a few local women showed up? You looked up into the mirror, prepared to greet the woman. After the person stepped through, your jaw dropped and eyes widened. For it was not a local woman in a pretty dress that stepped in.

It was Eugene Roe.

"What are you doing in here, Gene?" You looked at him through the mirror. "Is the men's bathroom full?"

Instead of verbally responding, you watched him latch the simple lock over the door. Your movements stilled as you realized what he just did.

"Gene?"

In a single stride, he came up behind you, putting his arms out on either side of you, caging you between the sink and his body.

"Darlin'," he crooned in your ear as his lips left a trail of sweet heat along your neck. "Ya look too damn sexy out there. I see ya legs in those heels and skirt and all I can think about is how good they feel wrapped around me as I pound into ya."

Your skin felt feverish as the heat radiated off his body. Even through all the layers between you two, your body soaked it in like the parched ground after a thunderstorm. With the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin and his filthy words, your womb clenched from that alone.

"Then I see that boy with his hands on ya… shit, it took everythin' for me to not rip him off ya."

"He didn't mean anything, Gene. I promise."

"Don't matter. I hate it." His hands gripped the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up and bunching it around your hips. He began laying open-mouth kisses along your neck, the whole time his eyes holding yours, as you watched him in the mirror. "I need to 'ear ya sing, pretty lady, I need to 'ear ya gorgeous sounds."

"Gene…" you moaned out, your eyelids fluttering. That delicious warmth, that only he could fuel, began growing in your belly. "We can't right here."

"Shall we find out?"

Without preamble, one of his hands slipped under your skirt, the other still bunching the fabric up around you and out of the way. You hissed slightly as he touched your bare core, unable to completely hide the smirk on your face as he gave a slight groan.

"Mon chéri, where ya skivvies at? Ya been out there this whole time with no underwear on?"

"I wanted to surprise you… I thought you might try something."

"Fuck!" He bit your earlobe and ground his hardening cock against your ass. "Ya tryin' to tease me? Mmm?"

Before you could retort something smart back at him, you gasped as he slipped a finger into you, finding you already wet for him.

"Look at ya, sweetheart, so fuckin' beautiful right now." He murmured, eyes not having left yours in the mirror this whole time, pining you even more so than his body still caging you.

With one hand, you grabbed the sink to anchor yourself, your legs turning into jelly beneath you from the onslaught of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Gene, please." You begged.

Eyes boring into yours, he pulled his finger out of you, drawing a whiny whimper from your lips. With a salacious smirk, he opened his mouth and placed his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth, making sure to swirl his tongue around them then pulled them slowly out.

"Holy fuck…"

Still smirking, he reached down and slipped both fingers into you. They plunged in and out of you, the wet sounds lewdly echoed in the small bathroom. Roe continued to grind against you from behind, timing it to match with the thrusts of his fingers. You wanted to close your eyes, to sink into the heat bubbling in you. But you were unable to for Roe watched you with a heated, heavy gaze in the mirror. Your gazes locked as he brought you closer and closer to your climax, moans and sighs slipping from your lips.

"Good girl, mon chérie, so beautiful. Look at ya."

He continued to whisper in your ear in between leaving open-mouth kisses and bites on your neck and jaw.

"Ya close, sweetheart? I can feel it, so close."

"Oh God, please, Gene…. Don't stop. Please."

With a dark chuckle, he gave one last flick to your clit and pushed you over the edge. As you opened your mouth, he slammed his mouth over yours, greedily swallowing your cry of bliss. You floated on waves of ecstasy; your eyes closed to soak in the sensations. Eventually you opened your eyes, even if the movement felt sluggish and your body limp.

"There's those gorgeous eyes." Roe nuzzle your temple. "Ya back with me?"

"Mmm… I think so."

He chuckled. "Think ya can stand?"

That was when you noticed he was practically holding you up between an arm now wrapped around your waist and you still pinned between him and the sink.

"Sorry." You mumbled, standing up on shaky legs. When you noticed his cocky smirk, you languidly swatted at him. "Shut up." Slowly you turned around to look at him. It did not escape your notice his… um… large problem he was sporting in his trousers.

"You know… the couple I am billeted with, they left this afternoon for a weekend in London visiting family."

"Oh? Well, that is interestin' news."

"Uh huh. What's the likelihood we can sneak out of here unnoticed?"

He leaned down to press his lips against yours, drawing a soft sigh from you at the sweetness in the kiss. "Very likely… Guess we'll find out though."

"And what's the likelihood we'll actually make it to the house before you try to get under my skirt again?"

"Less likely."

You laughed, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back. Running a hand over your skirt, you tried to smooth it out as much as possible and hide any evidence of your tryst.

"Ready?"

"Always."

The two of you somehow managed to sneak out of the bathroom and out of the pub without drawing notice to yourselves. As you stepped out into the night, walking quickly down the street, you both were giggling like teenagers having snuck out of your parents' homes. He snagged your hand and pulled you along, almost jogging down the silent road in Albourne.

Before you even made it halfway to your billeted house, Roe pulled you into a dark corner, just off the road. You laughed before his mouth covered yours, silencing you and turning your laughter into moans.

You did not mind too much.

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