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The curious “love triangle” between Paul, John and Brian (A long sequence.)

“This was the state of play in the music business and wider world on the day the Beatles had their arranged second meeting with Brian Epstein to discuss management — the day they said yes. [...] John, George and Pete arrived, Paul didn’t. Five minutes passed. Ten. Fifteen. Brian became edgy. [...] Beyond this, Paul’s non-arrival made things awkward — Brian wouldn’t want to say everything twice, so they waited for him to show… and waited.

Brian’s irritation couldn’t be suppressed. [...] ‘I was a bit put out’, Brian said two years later, more coolly collected. ‘I thought, ‘This is the first meeting, they want to do something about management…’. He had every right to wonder what was going on. Paul was patently ambitious, liked to impress, and the Beatles needed a manager, so why was he doing this to the one person trying to help him, probably the only man in Liverpool who stood any chance of getting him everything he wanted?

After three-quarters of an hour, Brian suggested George phone Forthlin Road to establish when Paul had left for the bus. He returned saying Paul had only just got out of bed, was now having a bath, and would be along when he was done. Brian blew… but ended up being charmed and laughing, the usual Beatle mix.”

“It’s unlikely Paul arrived much before six, when Brian finally got to explain in detail the London meetings he’d had on their behalf. [...] Brian was, in several ways, the ideal manager for Paul. [...] However, John remembered Paul’s attitude to Brian being very different. John was always emphatic that Paul didn’t want Brian as the Beatles’ manager and presented obstacles to destabilise him, to make his job difficult, like turning up late for meetings.

‘Three of us chose Epstein. Paul used to sulk and God knows what. [Paul] wasn’t that keen [on Brian] – he’s more conservative, the way he approaches things. He even says that: it’s nothing he denies.’

Paul’s stance may in part have been a reaction to John’s, who always made snap judgements and leapt right in. It was a major and constant difference between them. As Paul says:

‘John said to me once, ‘Look, imagine you’re like on a cliff-top and you’re thinking about diving off. Dive! Try it!’ I said, ‘Like bloody hell I’m gonna dive. You dive and give us a shout and tell me how it is, and then if it’s great I’ll dive.’ John always had a strong instinct to do that, but it’s not my personality.’

Paul has confirmed that he asked Brian most of the questions about the contract: there had to be a signed agreement between them, but there wasn’t one yet because Brian was still looking into it. Paul says they didn’t know the going rate for a manager’s commission — ‘We had a little discussion about percentage, whether it was going to be 20 or 15 or maybe 10 perhaps, you know, because isn’t that what they charge? We were pretty naive then’ — but, having mixed with other artists for the best part of eighteen months, they surely had some idea.”

“The decision, of course, was John’s. This democracy had a leader and only he approved the moves. It was time for another of his big decisions. His first was to bring in Paul and his second was to allow Paul to bring in George. This was the third. Should he admit Brian Epstein into their partnership, or not? [...] Brian was a man who might achieve it for him. Of all the characters he knew in Liverpool, no one better suggested the possibility. It was plain that Brian had a fragile personality, but he was also intelligent, cultured, a fellow reader and thinker, generous, smart, civilised, cool, edgy, arrogant and, most vitally, a risk-taker. There was enough here for John to decide, and to disregard Paul’s games. In time, he’d subject Brian to a few tests of character, to find out how he really worked — but, for now, John had seen and heard enough.”

— “The Beatles – All These Years – Extended Special Edition (Tune In: Vol. 2)” by Mark Lewisohn (2013)

“[Brian] was to love them in a platonic, almost paternal way, calling them ‘the Boys’ until well after they became men, and dedicating himself to their welfare and protection.

But he was in love with just one. Not with Paul, the most obviously attractive, but with John, whose tough-guy exterior hid a middle-class upbringing not unlike Brian’s own, and who’d needed an all-protecting father figure since the age of six. So, yet again, a back seat for Paul — one which this time he took with some relief.”

“On the Beatles’ side, there was never any doubt that being managed by such a prominent local businessman, for whatever reasons, would be a major step forward. But, as lords of the Mathew Street underworld, they had developed a super-sized attitude from which even their most career-conscious and punctilious member was not immune. When an exploratory meeting with Brian was arranged at the NEMS store after hours, Paul failed to turn up. George telephoned 20 Forthlin Road to ask what had happened to him and learned he was taking a leisurely bath. [...] At further meetings which didn’t clash with Paul’s bath-time, Brian set out what he’d do for the Beatles if they put themselves in his hands. [...] Paul was the one who questioned Brian most closely, asking if the plan involved changing the music they played or the way they played it.”

“Living on the fringe of Liverpool’s underworld as they did, the Beatles knew all about Brian’s secret gay life and quickly guessed his fixation on John. (Strangely, none of their families ever seemed aware of any of it.) [...] John wasn’t the only Beatle to arouse Brian’s ardour: Pete Best has since claimed to have been propositioned by him on a car journey to Blackpool while John and Cynthia were sitting in the back. But never once would he show the tiniest flicker of attraction to Paul.

‘I think Brian felt a bit guilty because he ought to have fancied Paul, but didn’t’, a former NEMS employee recalls. ‘That always seemed to make him a bit uneasy around Paul and try extra hard if he ever had to do anything for him.’”

— “Paul McCartney: The Life” by Philip Norman (2016)

“The Beatles spoke directly to the conflicts in Brian’s soul. Here were oddballs who exuded a shameless candor; here were rough-looking young men with the blithe arrogance of a charmed circle. It was as if Brian’s nocturnal life and daylight fantasies had met and fused on the Cavern stage. Epstein’s enthusiasm for the Beatles has been glibly explained by his sexual attraction to them, and to Lennon in particular. This rather begs the question of who, in that club, regardless of gender or sexuality, didn’t fancy the Beatles — they were polymorphously captivating. It is true that Epstein was sexually magnetized by Lennon, but it’s also true that he fell in love with the Beatles as a group, and it was this that led him to offer them a style of management unprecedented in the pop industry: one based on devotion rather than profit-seeking.

The Beatles agreed to a meeting with Epstein at his Whitechapel store, on Wednesday, November 29, after a lunchtime session. They regarded him as a serious player, a successful businessman with music industry connections — an ‘expert’, as Lennon put it. They knew Epstein was ‘queer’ too, which didn’t bother them much, although McCartney was alert to what it might mean for the balance of power within the group.”

“Epstein fixed a follow-up meeting with the Beatles for Sunday, at 4:30 p.m. This one was nearly disastrous. John, George, and Pete arrived on time; Paul did not. Half an hour went by. The small talk ran out. Finally, Brian suggested George call Paul at his home. George returned with news from Jim McCartney that Paul had just got out of bed and was in the bath. Brian was angry now and only somewhat mollified by the others’ good humor. (‘He may be late’, said George, ‘but he’s very clean.’) Eventually Paul turned up. [...] Brian was already thinking of America as well as Britain. ‘You’re going to be bigger than Elvis’, he said, a prophecy they found outrageous and thrilling. They agreed to be represented by him. Lennon later claimed to have made the decision himself, over Paul’s objections: ‘I make a lot of mistakes, character-wise, but now and then I make a good one… and Brian was one.’

We should be wary of John’s retrospective tendency to present himself as the driving force of the band, but Paul’s lateness to the Epstein meeting is well attested. Why did he throw a spanner in the works? He seems to have been uneasy about what Brian’s appointment would mean for him. Paul, who like John was a close reader of people, could see that Epstein was besotted by Lennon. He understood what that felt like. As he put it later, ‘I’m sure Brian was in love with John. We were all in love with John, but Brian was gay, so that added an edge.’ What worried him was John’s power over Epstein, and therefore his power over the group if Epstein became their manager. His concerns were not groundless. In his first months as manager, Epstein treated John as the most important Beatle, running any proposed changes by him before talking to the others. Lennon reveled in this role. He later said, ‘I was pretty close to Brian because if someone’s going to manage me I want to know them inside out.’”

“As for McCartney, he had given over school and the prospect of becoming middle-class for a career in music, against the advice of his father. He would have felt responsible for his family’s economic security. He was ambitious. Given how much was at stake, the idea he might become a backing musician for John Lennon was not worth contemplating. In the contract that the Beatles signed with Epstein there is a clause that says the manager may split up ‘the Artistes… so that they shall perform as separate individual performers’. Epstein’s assistant Alistair Taylor claimed that this was inserted at Paul’s request. Taylor recalls Paul saying, in an early meeting, that if the group didn’t work out he would pursue a solo career.

Despite his initial hostility, and one occasion when he sorely tested Epstein by skipping a show, Paul’s problem with Brian — or John and Brian — largely resolved itself. Brian learned to consult Paul, and his efforts on behalf of the group began to pay off.”

— “John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs” by Ian Leslie (2025)

“They knew [Brian] was homosexual, but that was all. John was the only one I discussed it with, as he was quite interested, but Paul I think was upset by it. Brian realized this and was always especially concerned about pleasing Paul, giving him the biggest presents. Brian’s staff told me that he worried most about keeping in with Paul and always answered his calls first.”

— Hunter Davies, “The Beatles: The Authorized Biography”, 1968 (Revised Edition)

“I heard there was an English guy drunk in the next-door bar, who I first thought must be a musician. But when I go in there, I find Brian Epstein sitting up at the bar, passed out cold with his head on the counter. So I go back into the Star-Club and tell John to come and help me get him out of there. When John comes into the place, he just picks up a half-empty glass of beer from the counter, pulls back Brian’s collar and pours the beer down his neck. I asked him if that was any way to be treating the Beatles’ new manager. ‘It’s OK’, John said to me. ‘I already gave him one up the ass.’”

— Horst Fascher about when The Beatles went to Hamburg for open the Star-Club on April 1962. (“John Lennon: The Life” by Philip Norman, 2008)

“Toward the end of April 1963, Lennon went on an eleven-day holiday with Brian Epstein to Barcelona — the one he informed Cynthia about at the hospital. It’s not clear why he chose to go with Brian rather than staying with Cynthia and Julian (‘what a bastard I was’, said John in 1970, recalling this), or why, if he was determined to go away with friends, he didn’t go with Paul, George, and Ringo, who all went to Tenerife. His decision may have been about consolidating his status as the Beatle who was closest to the manager. That was Paul’s theory: ‘John was a smart cookie. Brian was gay, and John saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr. Epstein who was the boss of the group.’

John was curious about Epstein’s sexuality and perhaps his own.”

— “John & Paul: A Love Story in Songs” by Ian Leslie (2025)

“LENNON: I was on holiday with Brian Epstein in Spain, where the rumours went around that he and I were having a love affair. Well, it was almost a love affair, but not quite. It was never consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship.

It was my first experience with a homosexual that I was conscious was homosexual. He had admitted it to me. We had this holiday together because Cyn was pregnant, and I went to Spain and there were lots of funny stories. We used to sit in a cafe in Torremolinos looking at all the boys and I’d say, ‘Do you like that one, do you like this one?’ I was rather enjoying the experience, thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this, you know.”

— “All We Are Saying: The Last Major Interview with John Lennon and Yoko Ono” by David Sheff (2000)

“Although Paul was the friendly one, within the setting of the band he was always slightly apart from the others, on his own. It was triggered by the fact that Brian Epstein was in love with John, so Paul felt isolated. Even after Brian had gone, it was something he always felt.

I remember after they had a Number One hit with ‘She Loves You’ in 1963, they came out to stay with me in my father’s house in Tenerife. Paul, George and Ringo. But no John: he’d gone on holiday with Brian. While George was busy trying to befriend the girl in the shop down the road, showing her the cover of the single, and Ringo drifted through the days, Paul resented John going off. It showed.”

— Klaus Voormann, “Who Killed John Lennon?: The lives, loves and deaths of the greatest rock star” by Lesley-Ann Jones (2020)

“‘Actually Pete’, he said softly, ‘Something did happen with him one night.’

Now that wiped the grin right off my face. Had I even dreamed there might be any truth whatsoever to the rumors, I would never have made light of the subject in the first place. Still — as John surely knew — I would have stood by him, and let the rest of the world handle the business of passing moral judgement, even if he had just told me he’d committed murder. And John would surely have done the same for me.

Which, after all, is what true friendship is all about.

‘What happened’, John explained, ‘is that Eppy just kept on and on at me. Until one night I finally just pulled me trousers down and said to him: ‘Oh, for Christ’s sake, Brian, just stick it up me fucking arse then.’ And he said to me, ‘Actually, John, I don’t do that kind of thing. That’s not what I like to do.’ ‘Well’, I said, ‘what is it you like to do, then?’ And he said, ‘I’d really just like to touch you, John.’ And so I let him toss me off.’

And that was that. End of story.

‘That’s all, John’, I said. ‘Well, so what? What’s the big fucking deal, then?’

‘Yeah, so fucking what! The poor bastard. He’s having a fucking hard enough time anyway.’

— Pete Shotton, “John Lennon: In My Life” (1983)

“John told me he had a one-night stand with Brian, on a holiday with him in Spain, when Brian had invited him out, a few days after the birth of Julian in 1963, leaving Cyn alone. I had alleged this brief holiday in the book, but not what John had alleged had taken place. Partly, I didn’t really believe it, though John was daft enough to try almost anything once.”

— Hunter Davies, “The Beatles: The Authorized Biography”, 1968 (Revised Edition)

“John admitted to [Hunter] Davies that he had slept with Brian ‘to see what fucking with a guy was like’.”

— Peter Brown, “The Love You Make: An Insider’s Story of the Beatles” (1983)

“Lennon’s sexuality has long been a subject of fascination for Beatles acolytes. [...] ‘It’s kind of well-known that Brian and John had some sort of fling, the extent to which we will never know’, Leslie says. ‘But it happened — probably. John was such a mess in so many ways; I think it’s been underestimated just how much of a mess he was. The others in the band continually had to manage him in order to keep him in the band.’”

— “Beatles biographer Ian Leslie on John Lennon and Paul McCartney’s ‘erotic’ bromance” by Nick Duerden (AOL, April 2, 2025)

“I changed the subject and told [Brian Epstein] that the few times I’d seen the Beatles, I’d found them so powerfully emotive that I almost felt I could have screamed along with all the crazy 14-year-olds.

‘Me too’, he agreed. ‘In fact, once I actually did. One night I pushed my way into the middle of ten thousand screaming kids, right in the middle of the chaos, and let myself go in a falsetto voice. I went absolutely berserk and it was the most erotic thing I ever did in my life. Like the first time I got to kiss John after I’d been crazy about him for ages. But afterwards I was incredibly ashamed of myself. I felt really guilty, as if someone might find out.”

“He obviously fancied me, and I made use of it to ask dozens of questions about his business and personal relationship with The Beatles.

‘There’s real love between all five of us’, he told me.

‘Despite the giggling guru?’ I asked, remembering that at that very moment all four Beatles were in North Wales with the Maharishi.

Brian looked hurt. ‘I never minded other people being around. I’m not jealous. Not of girlfriends, wives, even other boyfriends, but the Maharishi seems to want to kill their affection, not for anyone specific, but affection in general. He wants them to feel uninvolved with anyone or anything, but of course that’s a fallacy because they’re all completely involved with him, especially John. At the moment I feel I’ve completely lost him.’

It was obvious that it was losing John that hurt the most.”

— Simon Napier-Bell, “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me” (2005)

“Lonnie Trimble: He sat me down once after he’d gotten rid of Diz. It was the first time I ever went into his bedroom when he was actually in bed, and he said, ‘Sit down. I want to talk to you. I want to tell you about this and that.’ I said, ‘Wait a minute, now. Do you really want my opinion of what you’re gonna tell me?’. He said he did and I made sure to ask him three times if he really wanted my opinion. So eventually I laid it on the line.

I said, ‘Diz is in California now. Leave him there out of harm’s way’. Then Epstein said, ‘Oh, I’m gonna make him a star. He wouldn’t harm me’. It was during the same discussion that he told me that he and John Lennon had been lovers. Now that’s too much for me to take on. We’d never talked about his personal life before, so I left the room.”

— “In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story” by Debbie Geller (2002)

“Former Beatles manager Brian Epstein engaged in homosexual acts with one member of the legendary band — the gay pop mogul’s ex-aide claims in a sensational new book.

Joanne Petersen is working on ‘There’s A Beatle In My Closet’, which will expose ‘revelations of intimacy’ with at least one of the Fab Four, but she refuses to reveal which member.

Epstein, found dead by his devoted assistant after an overdose in 1967, was tormented by inner demons and had a hopeless crush on John Lennon, leading many to conclude the mystery lover was the Imagine star.”

— Irish Examiner: “Book to reveal Epstein’s ‘homosexual acts’ with former Beatle” (20 April, 2005)

“Paul McCartney loved John Lennon, who loved Brian Epstein, who loved Paul McCartney. All the whole London music scene knows this, and there, the famous suspicion about Paul’s ‘death’, which originated with an American DJ, didn’t catch on.

The ‘death’ theory is well-constructed, but the true story (the one about their faggotry) makes much more sense. And it’s much spicier. I prove what I said:

Everything was going great in the John-Paul-Epstein triangle. Everyone loved each other, they adored jelly beans, everything was rosy, smoke and mirrors, etc. Ringo and George Harrison were always on a different page. The duo was Lennon and McCartney — they sang together, composed together, did everything together. Together with Brian Epstein, of course, who was openly queer and quite relaxed about it.”

— “It’s queer!” by Nelson Motta (O Pasquim, 1970)

“Q: Have you ever fucked a guy?

A: Not yet, I thought I’d save it till I was 40, life begins at forty you know, though I never noticed it.

Q: It is trendy to be bisexual and you’re usually ‘keeping up with the Jones’, haven’t you ever… there was talk about you and PAUL…

A: Oh, I thought it was about me and Brian Epstein… anyway I’m saving all the juice for my own version of THE REAL FAB FOUR BEATLES STORY etc… etc…”

— “INTERVIEW/INTERVIEW WITH BY/ON JOHN LENNON AND/OR DR. WINSTON O’BOOGIE” by John Lennon (Interview Magazine, November 1974)

“Paul, with all his charm, knew how to bend people to his will. Tony Barrow, who saw Brian interact with all the Beatles in the London offices, recalls how John’s attempts to bully Brian never found an erotic charge in John’s bully-boy personality, but it was Paul, Barrow said, who knew how to seduce him. Platonically, but still. ‘Paul used the fact that Brian was gay to get his own way. He’d come in and put on his bedroom eyes. He’d use his own sex appeal to manipulate Brian into doing what he wanted the band to do.’”

— “Paul McCartney: A Life” by Peter Ames Carlin (2009)

“I found a love letter from Brian Epstein in Paul McCartney’s Aston Martin DB6… It was a love letter from Brian to Paul. It was begging… I don’t need to say anymore than that…”

— Francie Schwartz, BBC documentary “The Beatles’ Biggest Secrets” (2004)

“PLAYBOY: Pop historians spend a lot of time analyzing ‘the Beatles phenomenon’ and the dynamics of the band — your personalities, Brian Epstein’s secret love of Paul...

LENNON: It’s irrelevant. He wasn’t in love with Paul. He was in love with me. It’s irrelevant, you know.”

— “All We Are Saying: The Last Major Interview with John Lennon and Yoko Ono” by David Sheff (2000)

#what the hell happened between these three #i feel sick with all that homosexual drama #mclennon #john and paul #lennon/mccartney #john lennon #paul mccartney #brian epstein #the beatles #john & paul: a love story in songs #ian leslie #crownics

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neo91502 · 4 months ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMM TIREDSMASHBROS!!!

note for tomm under the read more... lalala💥💥 @tiredsmashbros

ohhh tomm. tomm tiredmashbros, oh do you even know what has happened this, what, past half a year and counting? There has been so, so much improvement these past few months, whether that was to be art or even being able to grow the confidence to actually make a discord server and how well it is and how active it is to this day!!! It’s genuinely felt like it’s been so long, but truly only has been maybe about. since september so like 4 months maybe of the discord server? and so much has happened since then.

Onto the actual much deeper depths of paragraphs, you genuinely have changed my life in ways that I don’t think I could even achieve. Many days on vc’s, joking about the most random things, to the (about) most unexpected things, late night vc’s, the silly sleepover vc’s (technically late night... but shhhh), your paragraphs here, your just genuinely amazing self and personality. Even if you’re just another person in this world, I think you’re some of the best among everyone that I could’ve had the pleasure of getting to meet and know you.

I always loved the times when we vced and went “hey it’d be funny if we watched this video” then did that or, mainly, plan ahead and all. The pikmin iceberg (even if i fell asleep. whoops.), isaacwhy ltlvc, epic the musical, and so much more probably HSJDNSJ. I’ll always remember the first vc I was in with you, or at least the one that I think is the first since I think we both were muted then eventually unmuted JSIDJSSJ I still don’t remember who was all there... i think it’s really funny that like 1-2 months after that, we vced so much and literally couldn’t remember who was there in the first vc JSAKJSKDJD i think that vc was when we had that silly “IM NOT A TYPER” or something i think... I DONT HAVE THE ORIGINAL IMAGE SAVED RN JAHDJDSJ 💔💔💔 and i sounded in such despair because it was like 1 or 2 am for me and i had to be quiet... I always absolutely LOVE our vc’s together, even if i’m caught, i typically don’t actually feel that bad since it’s just like. augh. i have no idea how to explain it💔💔 but yeah 💥💥💥 —> EDIT HERE... LTIERALLY TALKING TO YOU IN DMS AND YOU LITERALY HAVE JT ON HAND. THE IM NOT A TYPER. BROOOOO IM GONNA GET YOU

The surprise you gave me for my birthday and the fact that you did an entire PARTY IN THE SERVER ???? dude i was genuinely so gobsmacked, even if i was late to it NSKDNSKAJA... there was so much going on, i’ll be so fr i literally can barely remember it other than you asking my favroite scene and saying flowerfield sunset and then some bit later you surprised me with the fanart of neo like GUH?????? oh my GOS AJAJSNSNbut even just the MERE IDEA of having a birthday party and the fact that you wanted to do one for me was so surprising and i’m so genuinely hyped for yours like GUH. I’m so HSJSNSJSJSKSKNDJD

as you already know, the drawing above took about 12 hours and 30 minutes to fully finish. honestly, to my first fanart of tsb to this one is just amazing and i wouldn’t be able to see such improvement if it weren’t for you, for your amazing lore of tsb (i will yap about this later...), stealing some of your silly techniques here and there, and so much more. i’m just. baffled at the thought of being here with your birthday today.

oh and your ART. oh my GOODNESS. Where do i even START. for one, i know for a FACT i have stolen silly little things out of your style because of how unique and silly it is and how i do this with all of my friends because i genuinely appreciate and love everything that everyone makes,,, i especially LOVE, oh my goodness do i LOVE how you do your coloring and shading. it’s so unique in a way that works so damn well with how you do your lines, whether it’s sketchy or not, the outlines, everything bro. the rendering gets me the most. you WITNESSED me STRUGGLE to recreate it because i really wanted to try out and do a piece more in your style of things!! i do want to say it had been actually so fun doijg that... i should do it again lalalala... BUT ANYWASY!!!!! i’ve always just. oh my god. LOVE and just BUSHSURHEJSNA i just love how do you comics bro,.... no matter if they’re the ones like your final or the ones like the memories tsb lore... and especially the SPEED YOU GET THESE DONE AT ???? BRO IM SO JEALOUS IN THE BEST WAY POSSINLE... i don’t think i’ll ever stop looking up to you bro...

and now the lore. oh my Lore. Lore lore lore lore . im gonna gET YOUUUUUUU. i’m so INVESTED in tsb’s lore... the creation of this whole universe with cartoony characteristics (it’s literally just. HOW DO I EXPLIJA IT ITS BASISLY LIKE JUST A CARTOON WHDJSNS AND I LOVE IT), pipedream, watchman, the mysterious feeling, the character development. bro EVERYHTING. i cant BELEIVE you hide so much shit in the tiniest things, make entire comics out of what look like such simple asks but no your ass is over here producing COMICS for this bro..... i’m so jealous oh my GOD...... there’s so much i can think of but it feels so little of what we actually know (confirmed) so far... also i see you editing the playlist... your ass is NOT SLICK!!!

comsider all of these paragraphs and everything i’ve said to you already in vc as revenge for all the genuine most kindest paragraphs i’ve read in my life in the reblogs of tsb fanart... guh.... also off topic from this, i realized this is the first time you’ll see me draw emmet oh my god....

i’m so sure i have more to say but my ass actually cant think of anything brooooo.... maybe i’ll send you paragraphs in dms when i think of it and actually remember it GUH.... OH OH WAIT WAIT ALL THE JOKES THAT WE’VE MADE. dude i’m always just being so silly in vc and i think it’s really silly and comedic when you’re over there making silly little doodles and i just go “you should draw tsmg4/smg4 with long hair/smg34” or other alike things.... i don’t think i’ll also ever live down the times when i fell asleep on vc and you were there for i think all of them except maybe 1 ? i have no clue... bro your voice genuinely so calming i’m gonna fall asleep again some day 😭😭

okay enough yapping about that i THINK...., when I first found you, it was literally from the lipbite part 1 comic 😭😭 and i was like “oh hey, i actually kind of really like this person’s art!!” so yk. i followed you!!! if i told my past self that i’d be sitting here right now, typing all of this out, they wouldnt believe me. I’m genuinely just so baffled at the mere thought of being here and being able to call you a friend. hell. i’d even say best friends / close friends bro... i cannot even fathom the thought of that in the past, yet, here i am, able to call you a friend that i talk to about regularly i’d say.

I want to say it again; Happy birthday Tomm, I hope you have one of the best birthdays in your life and thank you for everything.

-Neo 💙

also,,, here’s a silly meme

part 1 of 2 ... i mean. who said that!!!!

part 2 here

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artist-issues · 11 months ago

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every now and then I play with the exercise of "what if we're wrong" because sometimes I get bored and also as an actual exercise. I usually apply this to Christianity/religion, matters of the after life, or about other people.

So sometimes I poke at the big question, if Christianity isn't real, what does that mean? And I don't usually go the route of atheism or bad sci fi, just that the religion is proven to be fundamentally inaccurate to reality, so what does that mean?

Anyway it wasn't until I was reading a really good sci fi story, where this one dude explains to some aliens the concept of "Love your enemies, do good to those that hurt you" and of course the aliens are like what? (Because in the sci fi narrative the universe is functioning under a Dark Forest Theory) And the dude explains its from one of earth's greatest teachers. And the aliens are like, if the inhabitants of the universe could believe that, this universe would be a different place entirely.

And it was at that point where I realized bro... even if it's not accurate, practicing Christianity is still worth it, for a human being. Loving your enemies means loving them like humans. The Poor, the Meek, and those who mourn, those are promises and comforts that we shouldn't toss aside even if heaven isn't real.

I don't know, this is just a terribly simplistic because I'm not the best at putting my English thoughts into english out loud, but that crack gave me a touch of useful coping. I asked my dad, if aliens are proven to exist it doesn't automatically mean christians stop practicing and believing, right? And he said obviously not.

I don't know but have you ever engaged in such a question " what if we're wrong?" And if you ever have what answer had you arrived at?

EDIT: As @atwas-meme-ing correctly pointed out in the comments section of this post, who cares whether or not I’ve played this game: God answered the question through Paul in his letter to the Corinthians: “If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.” 1 Corinthians 5:19.

There’s no “good moral teaching” to be found in Christianity if Christ wasn’t God, or if God didn’t exist, or if eternity weren’t real. My rambling logic is below the cut.

I mean, I play that “game” all the time about other things, and sometimes I do it for work. I’ll take two established characters and a setting me and my friends have agreed on, and I’ll “run a scenario.”

But the thing is, once my brain picks out something that doesn’t make sense, or that wouldn’t be in-character for the characters to do, the whole scenario grinds to a halt and I have to start over. I can’t suspend my own disbelief once I notice that something doesn’t line up. Even if I really liked “where the scene was going” before I noticed that thing. Whatever I’m getting stuck on because of it’s out-of-character nature unravels the parts I like, too.

All that to say I can’t even run a scenario in my head where “what if all this isn’t true? What if it fundamentally doesn’t line up with reality?”

I can’t. Once or twice I have tried. But I hit snags immediately. I’ll go, “pretend all of this Christian religion really is just a centuries-old conspiracy humanity’s been patching up the holes in.”

But then that little simulation-checker in my brain goes, “then how do you explain people dying for it? That many martyrs aren’t likely to have allowed themselves to be tortured and murdered for something they knew was a conspiracy.”

And I go, “well, pretend they died because they didn’t know it was a conspiracy, they believed it.”

And the sim-checker goes, “but the original disciples of Jesus, ground-zero of the faith, were all martyred. Not just people who learned from them and came after them and could’ve been hoodwinked: the starting points, themselves. They would’ve had to know it was a conspiracy, if it was a conspiracy, and they still willingly died for it.”

Maybe I’ll pivot and go, “pretend there isn’t objective truth.”

And the sim-checker goes, “there isn’t truth…objectively?”

Maybe I’ll pivot again and try, “pretend that everyone really does just measure morality based on what they’re used to, what their individual society’s trained them to associate with pleasant feelings and reactions.”

And the sim-checker goes, “Okay, where did those societies get the training manual? Where did it come from? Why do so many different societies’ and people groups’ ‘association with pleasant feelings and reactions’ around the world have so many things in common?”

And the answers to all that leads me back to Christianity. Even if I go the longest way round I can think of.

And eventually I quit running those scenarios. Because guess what?

Where’d the ability to run scenarios come from?

How did I get that? How did you?

See, the thing is, we go, “what if all of this isn’t true?” But it’s right there in the question. “Where did you get that desire? The desire for “truth?”” Is it to keep yourself safe, like the natural animals have an instinct toward, or is it to keep yourself sane, because you need some sense in this life to make it through? Sure. Maybe. But why? What’s “sane?” What’s “safe?” Sanity presupposes order. Why do you, and all humans, naturally lean toward wanting things to be “the way they’re supposed to be?” Where’d that come from, that idea of “supposed to be?” And Safety presupposes good being found in avoiding pain and damage and fear. “Good?” Where’d you get that idea?”

The further you dig, even into your own psyche, the less you can run any scenario that has God absent entirely. And no wonder. He designed it.

One more thing.

“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.” - C.S. Lewis

I used to lean into the idea you’re saying here. “Even if it’s not true, I’m going to live like it is and believe it just in case. Besides, it makes me better, and makes the world better.” That’s not belief at all. That’s ends-justify-the-means thinking. The teachings that Jesus gave which “make the world a better place” are utterly worthless if they’re coming out of the mouth of a liar. Because why should anyone believe Him? Why should anyone “turn the other cheek,” or “do unto others?” Because it makes us “better?” Who gets to define “better?”

The answer, of course, is Jesus does. The One who taught those sayings. But only if He’s God. Only if He was telling the truth. If He wasn’t God, what right has He, to tell us to give away our possessions to others and let them abuse us and give our lives up? If He was a liar, all of those “good teachings” would be tainted and untrustworthy. Besides, like I just said, they’re all only able to be called “good” teachings if you accept that there is one objective, universal “good.” And we’re right back to “where did Good come from?”

All roads lead back there, to Him. But we humans like to do this thing with God where we pretend there could be any reality outside of Him. It sort of makes sense, how we got that way. After all, when was the last time you noticed oxygen? How often during the day do you consciously inhale and exhale? As often as it happens automatically? How often during the day do you notice oxygen touching your skin or moving your hair or drying your eyeballs? As often as those things happen automatically? No. But it’s ever-present. Without it, you couldn’t live, let alone notice anything. But oxygen has always been around and everything in our lives interacts with or can only exist WITH it. God is much more than that, but that’s as close as I can get to communicating: He’s so good, and He’s so constantly there, everything, all the time, that it’s easy for us to take Him for granted, forget Him entirely, then use our two-pound brain matter to say, “He might not exist.” You might as well say, “imagine a world with no matter.” 🙄 “Ohhhh kay. Then it wouldn’t be a world.”

#This was fun to talk about though #because even when you’re trying to pick apart truth for “fun” you just get…a closer look at how true truth is.#analysis #christianity #apologetics #theology #faith #Jesus Christ #Bible #c.s. Lewis

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dearweirdme · 10 months ago

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“Company content” “Mediaplay” “fan service” if these words do not leave your mouth or a taekookers you’ll have a stroke. Like clockwork your cult is having a stroke after jimin and jungkook videos are being released. Jimin being caught in the fire and constant shading of jungkook. Calling him a liar, an actor and spineless al just to explain why jimin and jungkook are close. Do you never get tired? Taehyung and jungkook made sure to tell you tae-kook was never real and would never be. What more do you want.

Actually I challenge you, in simple words explain why taehyung said get out of your imagination in a hostile tone to that taekooker because not only did koreans not into kpop and army translators tell you what he meant and who it was directed to but also Korean taekookers . So please explain and don’t use the words mediaplay, fanservice and company content.

Also explain why jungkook said he only saw jimin and jhope on his break and not anyone else, ofcourse don’t use the words fan service, company content and mediaplay.

My favourite explain why the ITS conversation isn’t real, don’t say mediaplay, company content and fanservice because those words only benefit your narrative and have no semblance in real life. Taehyungs mental health was messed up & he admitted to it, jungkook pointed it out and so did 90% of the fandom. Jungkook said “speak to someone” and not himself because they couldn’t even sit down and have a heart to heart. And taehyung literally declined to have a drink with him. You’ve turned these boys lives into a lie so that you could force a reality that isn’t true onto them. For all you know jennie was probably the reason he became a little bit happier.

Also explain why taehyung never visited jungkook on his birthday in 2022, remember don’t use those words.

I’m asking this because everyone knows that taekookers are the only ones to ever use that narrative. In the real world that’s not the case and you know it. Hence why jennie and taehyungs friends are so intertwined and why taehyung took those photos outside her house and was with her at those two concerts. because taehyung and jungkook have never been in a relationship. You’re actions are deplorable and embarrassing at best.

Hi anon!

Alright, I’ll give you one win… and it’s that of having successfully baited me with ignorance and stupidity. Here.. have a medal 🥇.

Company content, fanservice, mediaplay: Why is talking about company content, fanservice and mediaplay such a big deal to you? I mean.. I know why... you want to be able to think that whatever you have made yourself believe about Jm and Jk is their actual love story and it being part of a company content will taint that. See, the very obvious mistake you are making (maybe it’s ignorance, maybe it’s naivety.. I don’t actually care) is not understanding what we are looking at. We are looking at company content for the most part. BTS is part of a company, they make money of us, because they are part of a company. Do you really think you are watching their normal everyday lives without intervening or guidance from managers, public relations, stylists… all sorts of creative teams. Like, who do you think edits their videos? Who do you think come up with ideas for Run and BV? Have you not watched their reaction videos? It is actually insane and very uneducated to say there is no company content anon…. or, does that only apply when it comes to Jkk? The same goes for fanservice. Everyone who’s a bit invested in K-pop knows that thats a thing that is widely discussed and actually pretty common. I think it’s been used in conversation wrongly for the most part, but it’s certainly a thing. Every member does it, a lot of members engage in it together. So why can’t I mention it? Or again… is this only a problem when it comes to Jkk? Mediaplay.. again… very common! I suppose this is only an issue for you because it’s got to do with Tae and Jennie.. but mediaplay does happen anon… I think we can all say that mediaplay has been strong during the recent Hybe/Ador issues. So, why can’t I talk about those things when they are all pretty common in fandoms worldwide. Maybe, you aren’t familiar with them.. I don’t really care about that, but you are doing yourself a disservice by not looking into it more. You can’t actually understand BTS and the members if you don’t factor in company content, fanservice, and mediaplay. Also, fanservice, company content, and mediaplay aren’t Tkk or BTS specific terms.. they belong in the greater realm of music industry terminology.

Now BTS is more than the combination of those things. Their friendships are real, the reactions they have when interacting are real (though perhaps sometimes enlarged… for entertainment value yes). Their lives fall in a gray area for me, because it is mostly real, but at the same time it’s very much intended for fandom and all members will have in mind that there’s limits to what they can do and say. When I talk about company content and fanservice I don’t mean that their reactions or relationships are fake (I am actually a very strong believer in BTS being real brother-friends-bro types), what I mean is that the company is very much the one who decides what we get to see (by editing choices). You are an idiot if you do not understand that. Mediaplay is done to get across a certain narrative. Sure it’s not great, because it’s manipulation.. but it’s a thing.. deal with it.

You will not have caught me talking badly about either Jm or Jk once. I simply haven’t. I can’t help if it doesn’t fit your idea of Tkkrs. But I am a hundred percent sure that you won’t be able to find a bad word about them on my blog. I've constantly talked about how I feel Jk and Jm's friendship is real and deep. That does not exclude them from being in company content and from doing fanservice though.

"Get out of your imagination": It’s clear you are stuck in Jkk think (what else is new these days). If you had actually taken time to go to neutral spaces to understand the ‘get out of your imagination’ comment, you would know that there is actually a lot of debate on what he meant. I’m sure you will have found some k-army say he meant to debunk Tkk, but K army aren’t unbiased. There’s also been plenty of k army who said the comment was meant to say the commenter shouldn’t look at Jk’s pics before she went to sleep… very much in line with Tae kicking out someone with the handle of ‘jungkook’s wife’ (was it that?… something similar… I’m tired) during a game. Very much in line with Tae friendzoning army. Ofcourse you go along with what your side has been spreading. This suits your narrative best. People hate Tkkrs. Ofcourse a huge portion of non-tkk army will tag along and say Tae debunked Tkk. IT'S WHAT THEY WANT it to be, but it is not what it actually was. You can see the total disregard for reality even this day anon... the many MANY people who actually think there's two people on that bed in the teaser for the travel show is insane! Reality is actually right in front of us, but all of you don't care and parrot after each other without having an inch of rational thought in your minds. But you are wrong in your understanding.. not that you’re gonna believe me now.. all of us know you don’t actually want to understand.

Jk saying he only saw Jm and Hobi: Why did Jk say he only saw Jm and Hobi? Well, probably because that’s the truth? Not sure what the issue is here. Considering your side is hung up on Jm having been too busy with his album to hang out with Jk.. I doubt this is a great hill to die on.

The ITS Talk: So the whole ITS conversation can’t be talked about while leaving out company involvement.. you can’t either if you were to go indepth. The very obvious thing being that Jk was asked about this during an interview they mixed throughout their actual talk. That is the company involvement as well as the choice to make this conversation and the way it’s been edited public content. When you look at the conversation Tae and Jk actually had (without the Jk interview), they talk about having been busy, the way they were as trainees, Tae’s issues a bit.. and that’s it. At no point do they hash out the ‘awkward part of their friendship’. I have talked about this plenty… and it’s elaborate so maybe just look it up in my blog. But also.. yes, it’s orchestrated. The combination of Jk talking and Tae and Jk's moment, the decision to air this, but mostly... the way it was portrayed does not add up to what Jk and Tae's interactions were actualy like. See, you have no reason to look further than what you are seeing. In fact, Tae and Jk having been awkward better suits your thoughts than the opposite would. You haven't actually looked at the way Tae and Jk were interacting all those years.. you just hear 'awkward' from every Jkkr you see and so you believe that's wat it was.. because you want to. Taekookers however have seen that things don't add up. We are not delusional about that, you too will be able to see it if you were to look further.

Jk and birthdays: Jk doesn't care about his birthday... the man has told you so.. move on. Jm is the person to be very active when it comes to visit his members on important days. He does not actually only do this for Jk. Jk didn't celebrate his birthday, the man was in pyjamas on his live for crying out loud. If Tae had something else that day while knowing Jk doesn't care to celebrate his birthday (and maybe they did.. but just on another day... who knows) then they would have used something called "communicaton" and probably Jk had no problem with him not being there. All of you have decided what dates and holidays matter to them... it's not as if you actually know.

Taennie: Holy crap anon... you think Tae and Jennie attending the same concert but sitting way apart is them going there together? Poor you! You know who lives in the same area as Jennie and who actually left at the same time as Tae? Yoongi!

You are an uninformed idiot anon. Thanks for sharing some stupidity. Now don't all of you lurking Jkkrs go and bombard me with more idiocy.. I only give away a couple of medals a year.

#i got baited #sorry #I had to answer #the ignorance was too much #straws #Taekook

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cozywriter · 6 months ago

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🥮 ~ The BVZ Boys and Who’s Most Likely to Get Possessed by Kravitas ~ 🥮

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MANAGER’S NOTE : So… Guess who finally, but temporarily, curbed their procrastination so that she could write this down? 😅

MANAGER’S EDIT : Holy crud, I’ve left this to rot in my drafts since October 12 or something…

I decided to make this after asking Mr. GBA if Kravitas could possess any of the boys, but since he — Kravitas — only could if they believed it to be so, then this is more of a ‘who’s the most gullible in the group’

DISCLAIMER : Everything from here is just my opinion and not to be taken as canon, so take this with a grain of salt!

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5.) Albus - Immediately instigates a fight

🗡️ ~ Oh hell no, he ain’t falling for this shit twice.

🗡️ ~ *Screams in Albus York Battle Cry*

🗡️ ~ He’ll immediately rush forth and kinda just let his sword do the talking ahem with a side of trash talk as well .

🗡️ ~ Honestly, after the little fiasco with Devlin and Faith, he sure as hell won’t let Kravitas get in so much as a few phrases out.

🗡️ ~ Then again, after everything he’s done, I’m pretty sure Albus wouldn’t even hesitate and just go for the kill before he can do any lasting damage to the others.

🗡️ ~ He’s worried about them falling for his tactics, sure, but he trusts them all enough to at least be skeptical.

🗡️ ~ And by everyone, he means he trusts Attila to look out for Mahatma.

🗡️ ~ All in all, he’s seen what Kravitas can do, and he sure as hell won’t let him get in his head again

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4.) Attila - Not even buying it

💉 ~ I mean really, did you honestly think he was going to be that gullible? Mahatma, maybe. But Attila? Oh boy…

💉 ~ “What the— why the fuck would I buy into your piss poor, shitty, half assed— [redacted for profane speech]”

💉 ~ You get the point…

💉 ~ Honestly, with Attila’s level of insults, Kravitas would either a.) get bored and leave, or b.) get a kick from his unusual insults. Either way, Attila’ll live

💉 ~ The only scenario in which I do see him getting possessed is if he allows Kravitas out of his own volition

💉 ~ Whether out of curiosity — let’s face it, under the right circumstances he would — or for Mahatma’s greater good

💉 ~ Other than that, Kravitas is better off finding a different host to fuck with

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3.) Hipswitch - Doesn’t stick around to find out

🦾 ~ My guy is following ‘Albus Rules’ if he — unfortunately — ever deals with Kravitas in the near future

🦾 ~ Rule No. 1 being ‘don’t fuck with him unless he fucks with you’

🦾 ~ Depending on the situation, I see Hipswitch doing one out of two things. One being he encounters Kravitas alone, in which he’d strike up some conversation, see where it heads, watch out for some red flags and try to excuse himself from the interaction and promptly leaving before shit hits the fan

🦾 ~ But seeing how Kravitas is an annoying little fuck, it’d take more than words to convince him to let our dear Obscuran leave.

🦾 ~ When push comes to shove, he will use violence, but not excessively.

🦾 ~ This man has seen what Albus is capable of, he isn’t risking his safety or the others around him just to get past Kravitas

🦾 ~ The second — and more likely — scenario being that Hipswitch encounters him with Albus, in which there’d be some explaining to do on Mister York’s side of things.

🦾 ~ But when — yes, not if, when — Albus gets pissed off and Hipswitch sees their banter isn’t so ‘don’t come near me, I’ll fuck you up’ and more ‘alright, I’ll fuck you up’, he’ll let the bullets fly.

🦾 ~ In conclusion, Hipswitch wouldn’t stick around and find out what kind of fucked up powers that he can use against him

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2.) Karmor - Didn’t even know he couldn’t posses him

📓 ~ He didn’t even know he couldn’t do that like what—

📓 ~ Maybe he should ask Albus to debunk some facts next time…

📓 ~ “Maybe a little warning next time, Albus?” he’d sign annoyingly, sending a glare the demon’s way

📓 ~ Meanwhile, Albus: (･_･;

📓 ~ But then again, after seeing what Albus can do, and seeing Kravitas looks more demonic, he too, would not like to find out the extent of his powers.

📓 ~ In summary, he’s still uneasy about having to encounter Kravitas without knowing every card in his deck. But knowing Albus, he trusts him enough to tell him when the time is right.

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1.) Mahatma - Poor baby immediately falls for it

📋 ~ Honestly, there isn’t much to say for Mahatma…

📋 ~ Poor baby would immediately get possessed if not for Attila

📋 ~ “B-But, we can’t just go, he’ll posses us!” “You— if he can possess us, don’t you think he would’ve done so, you idiot!?”

📋 ~ Yep, that’s pretty much how it’d go down for me

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Back to Grand Menu

#good boy audios #goodboyaudios #gba bvz #gba bastards vs zombies #gba albus #gba hipswitch #gba mahatma #gba attila #gba karmor #headcanon #asmr roleplay #asmr video #asmr

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jjkamochoso · 1 year ago

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My Boy’s Got His Own Ringtone

Nanami x gn!reader

Angst, hurt/no comfort

Based on 100 gecs’ song “Ringtone”

Warnings: Shibuya Arc spoilers!

[My boy’s got his own ringtone, it’s the only one I know, it’s the only one I answer]

You glanced at the clock, seeing the hour and minutes hands being precisely where you didn’t want them. You still had about 3 hours left in the workday and you were drowning in mission reports that had to be looked over, edited for clarity, submitted to the higher ups, then filed correctly. With the influx of high grade curses roaming around, paperwork from sorcerers for office people like you was bound to increase as well and you were getting the brunt of it. You were exhausted, to say the least. Not to mention, your cellphone wouldn’t stop ringing with people asking you the stupidest questions, leading you to almost throw the damn thing in the dumpster. Instead of costing yourself the extra money that you don’t have by ruining the (unfortunately necessary) piece of technology, you had put the annoying rectangle on do not disturb and shoved it in one of your desk drawers.

“30 minutes of peace and quiet, that’s all I can afford,” you had muttered to yourself, but now that time had passed and you found yourself grasping the phone once more. Taking a deep breath, you glanced at the lit up screen—27 missed calls and 45 group texts. Scrolling through the texts, you were thankful that none of them were urgent matters. The phone calls, on the other hand, were ones you had to attend to and make sure all questions were answered. You were about to press the “call back” button for the first sorcerer who needed your assistance, but your phone rang with a call from someone else. Before you smashed the phone into little tiny pieces, you registered the ringtone and quickly answered, a smile forming on your face for the first time today.

“Nanami! How can I help you today?” you asked, any trace of previous annoyance immediately dissolved.

“L/n, hello. I have a question to ask you, and I’m sure you’ve been busy. Is this an alright time to talk?”

You practically swooned. You couldn’t believe how respectful of your time and work Nanami was and it made him even more attractive, if that was possible.

“I’ll always make time for you,” you answered sweetly.

“And I, for you,” he replied, and then dove into his question. It was a fairly simple one and you were honestly surprised he needed clarification. Maybe he was teaching Yuji how to write reports and wanted to hear it being explained from the source? Whatever it was, you were just happy to hear his voice, no matter the situation.

“Does that make sense?” you asked after explaining.

“Yes, thank you very much. I appreciate your help today and whenever I may need assistance in the future.”

“Don’t ever hesitate to call, text, or seek me out. You know where my office is!”

It was true, Nanami did. He had spent many hours there with you, in comfortable silence, typing away reports and filling out various paperwork. He would try to convince himself that the reason he sought out refuge with you was because no one would find him there to bother him while he was working, not because he desperately wanted to watch the way you would crinkle your nose when you caught a horrendously bad typo in a report, or be enthralled in the way your nimble fingers made quick use of the computer keyboard, or anxiously awaited your invitation to a coffee shop during lunch breaks where everything would feel like a perfect date instead of an outing with a close friend if he just admitted his feelings to you. No, he chose the office he did most of his work in because he was helplessly, selfishly in love with the person whose nameplate graced the door.

You, of course, returned Nanami’s undisclosed affection, but you knew it could never work. He was a Grade 1 sorcerer while you were a lowly office clerk, a glorified secretary, no better than the salaryman position he had left behind. Status and money were of no matter to either of you, but you felt, deep in your heart, that your lack of status and achievements could never win over the 7:3 sorcerer. He was so handsome and accomplished that he could have anyone in the world and certainly deserved better than someone like you.

Anyway, back to the phone call.

“That I do, I’ve spent many days in there. Thank you for sharing your space with me. Speaking of, do you mind if I drop by at the end of the day?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You hadn’t seen Nanami in a fair amount of time since he had been dispatched on all sorts of missions lately.

“Of course! What’s mine is yours. You’re welcome here anytime,” you said, hoping he understood that you truly meant it with every fiber of your being.

“Thank you. I’ll see you soon,” he said, and hung up. As you went back to your work, you noticed you had a new jolt of energy. You didn’t even realize you were supposed to be off 5 minutes ago until there was a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you said, shuffling the rest of your papers away to deal with them tomorrow. In your haste, you didn’t notice your phone flying into the pile and landing somewhere unseen.

“It’s just me,” Nanami said, slipping past the doorframe.

“Just you, huh?” you teased, earning a small smile from him.

“I’m here to staple a few things, if that’s alright,” he explained, and you gestured to the stapler on your desk. In reality, he wanted to come by and see you since he’d been gone for so long. You had become a source of comfort to him, something he knew he could depend on to be there when he came back from a mission. In a world where his existence could be easily taken from him, he liked the idea of loving someone who lived a more peaceful life. Sure, you thought your job was boring, and it was, but Nanami wanted that for someone as precious to him as you were. You, on the other hand, were thinking about how blessed you were for being able to see his muscular forearm on full display as he leaned over to staple papers, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow. You didn’t want to look away, but certainly wouldn’t be caught staring. You grabbed your bag before trying to head home, but you absolutely couldn’t find your phone anywhere.

“That stupid thing causes me more and more trouble,” you mumbled, furiously digging through drawers. Nanami had never seen you so flustered before, and he had to admit, it was pretty cute. However, he knew he needed to help with whatever it was you were talking about.

“Trying to find something?” he asked, gaining your attention. You huffed, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“I lost my phone when I was going through piles of papers,” you explained, “but of course nobody needs me anymore or else I’d hear it ring and could find where it went.”

“Want me to call it?”

“Please,” you said, exasperated. With a slight chuckle, he clicked on your contact and it started to ring. All of a sudden, you heard Nanami’s custom ringtone coming from your trash can.

[It’s my way of trying to let you know, I’ve got a little thing for you, I’ve got a little crush or something]

“Found it!” you exclaimed, pulling the phone out as it continued to blare his very own theme song.

“That’s a ringtone I’ve never heard before,” Nanami commented, “did you choose a new one while I’ve been gone?”

Damn him for being so observant! You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him the truth but the words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Nope, this is your own special one,” you said sheepishly. You figured you should explain yourself further since he gave you a look that implied he wanted to hear more. “You’re the only person I actually like to talk to, so it’s my way of filtering out the calls I don’t care to answer.”

“I see,” he said, his warm brown eyes staring into your own. His expression was unreadable as always and you hoped you hadn’t made him uncomfortable.

“Is that weird? I can change it if you think that’s weird, I—”

“No!” he said, hurriedly, “please don’t. I find it… endearing. I feel the same, your company is the only one I can stand most days.” With his confession coupled with yours, it was hard for both of you to make eye contact out of embarrassment.

“Okay well, I guess I should head home,” you said, trying to make a beeline for the door, but you felt Nanami’s large hand gently grab hold of your arm so you didn’t leave.

“Wait, l/n, I need to ask you something else.” These words that left his mouth were quieter than usual.

“I’m off the clock, Nanami, you can call me y/n if you want,” you told him, and you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of a blush on his face.

“Okay then, y/n, you’re well versed in the rules of jujutsu workplaces and colleague relations, right?”

You nodded and he continued.

“I know we don’t technically work together but please tell me before I get my hopes up. Would it be wrong of me to ask you on a date?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was Nanami being serious? He was never a man of jokes like Gojo so he must be for real. You gulped.

“There’s no rules regarding that subject that I know of,” you replied and Nanami looked relieved.

“Oh. Then, allow me to ask you properly this time. Y/n, would you grant me the privilege of taking you on a date?”

“I would love nothing more, Nanami,” you said, smiling.

“Please,” he said, his eyes shining, “call me Kento.”

You felt like the luckiest person in the world.

It was a brisk fall day and you were enjoying your time out of the office for the weekend. The market you were at was pleasantly busy, enough people to observe for a bit but not too many where it was overwhelming. It was nice to get out and walk around for a while. Taking in the smells of the pastries, you followed your nose to a vendor selling the cutest little loaves of bread.

Nanami would love these, you thought to yourself, and bought a few of them for breakfast. As you strolled away, bag in hand, you heard a phone ring. It was that same ringtone that lived in your mind since the day you set it for the man you loved. You hurriedly dug your hand into your purse, excited for once to find your phone, but you were greeted with a dark screen. All of a sudden, you felt a sensation like someone grabbing your heart and twisting it out of your chest.

[Used to love that ringtone when you called me, now it makes me sick]

No. It wasn’t Nanami calling you. He couldn’t.

Kento Nanami was dead.

A/n: it was my first time writing some evil like this, I hope you enjoyed the heart shattering moment😈 also I can’t remember if there’s report writing and paperwork in the JJK universe but I’m sure there is so take this with a grain of salt okay love you byeeee <3

#nanami x reader #kento nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami x reader angst #nanami x y/n #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you

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oharamwah · 2 years ago

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going to build a bear workshop with miggy !

♡ — day out : taking miguel out to spoil him quickly turns into miguel spoiling you. → 0.9k

boyfriend!miguel x gn!reader

contents : just fluffy boyfriend miguel not knowing how to enjoy himself

posted july 28th - to be edited !

“ooh ooh, let’s go here!” you exclaim, dragging your boyfriend by the hand towards your favourite store — the build-a-bear workshop.

miguel knows very well that he could stop you from leashing him around the mall like you have the entire day, but he doesn’t. the excitement on your face prevents him from resisting.

“another toy store?” he groans, “i just bought you 5 plushy cats.”

“i won’t be too long, i’ll just look.” you say glancing over your shoulder.

he looks at you with a sweet smile. he really does enjoy being out with you, it’s such a contrast to being cooped up in his office all day.

“besides, this store’s special.”

the two of you prance in (though it’s mainly you doing the prancing) and you immediately let go of his hand, too excited to even think. you feel like a child in those commercial candy stores — all the bright colours and joyful music makes your heart beat out of your chest. you’re elated to be here, gasping every time you turn your head.

miguel recognizes this, and any underlying annoyance in his heart is replaced with pure love. the sight of you and your inner child heals a certain part of his heart, and all he can think is ‘how could anyone not love this?’

“look!” you squeal, holding up a black cat toy, squeezing it right in front of his face.

miguel caresses the back of your head, his hand leading down to your waist. “another cat?”

“but loooook,” you whine, “it has your teeth!”

miguel was too busy looking at you to process the toy you were holding. the teeth really did resemble his fangs.

miguel rolls his eyes, “very funny, babe.”

“i want this one.”

he sighs, “you’re serious?”

you nod enthusiastically.

“but you barely looked at the other options.”

“but this one reminds me of you!”

miguel chuckles, “i guess i can’t argue with that.”

you spend an entire half hour wandering the store and picking out accessories, miguel trailing behind you with a basket full of baby sized clothes.

miguel starts to think that maybe this isn’t so bad — he’s grown fond of this shop, mainly because it’s almost like a window into your future together, having your own children and all. he feels so fond of the moments you’re spending in a kid’s store.

by the time you reach the stuffing stage, miguel’s hands are full. you’ve picked out a multitude of cute clothing, hats, and silly glasses for the cat. ‘this can’t be that expensive can it?’ he thinks.

“hi there,” the worker greets you with a smile.

“hello!” you cheer, and miguel just smiles.

“i’d like to stuff this one, please.” you hand her the cat toy.

“sure thing, hun.”

the two of you watch as the lady stuffs the cat with the stuffing machine. you’re hand is firmly squeezing miguel’s forearm, smiling as if watching your actual child being made. miguel laughs.

“did they have to use the most phallic machine to stuff these things..” he mutters and you slap his arm. “miggy.” you scold, laughing with him.

the lady finishes up and gestures you to come closer.

“here, sweetie, now pick out a heart.”

you let go of miguel’s arm and look at the small basket full of red and pink stuffed hearts, a small gasp escaping your mouth.

“can i pick two?” you ask. the lady glances at you, then at miguel, and then grins.

“of course, go ahead.”

you step toward miguel and grab his hand, bringing him over to the heart basket. “here miggy, pick one.” you say. he follows your orders with a small smile on his face.

miguel takes a second before picking up a small red heart and handing it to you.

“no no, you have to kiss it first.” you explain.

“kiss it?”

“uh huh,” you say, kissing the heart you picked out, “like that.”

miguel scoffs, ‘i can’t believe i’m doing this.’ he thinks. but does he do it? of course he does.

he presses the heart to his lips, his eyes locked on yours, then he smiles at you. “like that?”

you nod. miguel hands you the heart and you place both hearts inside the cat. the lady begins to seal it.

miguel can’t take his eyes off of you. he’s got this terribly smitten look on his face; his gaze is so soft and his cheeks are starting to ache from smiling at you all day.

the worker finishes up the cat and hands it to you, guiding you to the birth certificate station.

you find a seat on the child-sized chairs and begin typing out the certificate, and miguel who is too big for the chairs is kneeling right beside you.

“what are you gonna name it, angel?” he asks, his chin rested on his hand, that same lovely look in his eyes.

you think, then you realize,

“awww, angel would be perfect. or princess miguel?”

he looks unimpressed, “your options are angel and princess miguel?”

“mhm, but i like princess miguel better.” you nod, already halfway through typing it out. all miguel can do is sigh and shake his head.

now all that’s left for you to do is pay.

you already had your wallet out and ready to sacrifice a fraction of your recent pay check, but miguel refuses.

“i got it, sweetheart.” he says, slightly egotistical. but all colour washes from his face the cash register reads $104.

“you still got it?” you ask, and miguel looks at you, then closes his eyes before tapping his card.

miguel spends the rest of your trip at the mall a little poutier than usual, but the delighted smile on your face as you cuddled “princess miguel” close to your chest was all he needed to know that any price is worth paying for his favourite person.

a/n : thank u anon for this absolutely adorable request, i rly enjoyed writing it !!! ♡ and once again, if there are any issues with the gendering or racial descriptions (though i try to avoid those) pls let me know ! hope u guys likeeee

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fluff #atsv fanfiction #i love miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o’hara i love you #miguel o’hara x gn reader #miguel o’hara you are so cute #miguel o’hara one shot

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axelsagewrites · 2 years ago

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Daemon Targaryen*Dessert

Sugar Baby Series Part 4.5 smut edition

Part one - Part two - Part Three

Pairings: Daemon x f!reader

Summary: Daemon and the reader finally decide to add a new level to their relationship

Warnings: teasing, p in v sex, fingering, f!receiving oral, smut 18+

This can be read with or without reading the rest of the series and if you voted to not have smut you can completely skip this part without affecting the plot. The rest of part four is linked at the bottom

Word count: 1886

Masterlist Here

“I’m sorry I know this isn’t what you were expecting- “you tried to tell Daemon as you sat across the dining table from him.

“I love it,” Daemon cut you off, smiling as he took another bite of the spaghetti you had made together. Cooking hadn’t gone dreadful however you knew it was far below the standards of his regular food. “I liked cooking with you, it was fun,” he said.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. He had tried his best, but this man had never even boiled his own water before today. He tried to use a large broth pot to fit the spaghetti until you explained that it went soft in the boiling water. It was cute to watch his amazement when he learned canned tomatoes don’t spoil and that you put a little sugar into the sauce. “We should do it again then,” you smiled at him from across the table.

It was the first house you’d been in that had a whole separate room for eating. Being in daemons house for the first time shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it had but every inch of the place screamed luxury. The windows went from floor to ceiling and the ceilings would be too high for even Cregan to touch if he had a running jump. The kitchen was impeccable, white, and sleek and half of the dining room was made out of glass. Daemon found your awestruck expression adorable when he had let you inside.

Once the food was finished you stood up to carry the plates to the kitchen, daemon just behind you. “Sorry we don’t have any dessert,” you said as you started running the tap.

“You’re my guest, I’ll get this,” Daemon said as he took the plates out your hand to clean, “and you apologise too much darling,” Daemon said as he let the water run over the plate. You watched his movements, wondering if he even knew what he was doing, “I know how to wash a dish doll,” Daemon said as he rolled his eyes and looked down at the dish, “Well I think at least,” he said squinted at the still sauce stained plate.

You leaned over the counter, grabbing the dish liquid and squirting a little onto the plate. “Ahh,” Daemon said as he took the sponge you passed him and started to actually clean the dish, “See told you I got this,”

“Well done love,” you laughed, moving to stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” you joked.

“Careful now,” Daemon said as he sat the plate to the side to wash the next, “you’re starting to sound like me,”

“Would that be so bad?” you asked as you moved to dry the dish he had sat on the counter. You took the opportunity to sit on the counter and sneak a glance at his face which somehow looked even more handsome in this light.

Daemon chuckled as he continued his newfound skill with ease, though he used more dish soap than most, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me doll,” he said, his eyes flickering over to you if only for a moment.

You paused for a moment, placing the dish down in the drying rack, “Maybe I am,” you said, eyes locked on daemons face.

Daemon looked up from the dishes for a moment before moving to stand in front of you, taking the cloth from your hands to dry his as he stood between your legs, “I thought you said we didn’t have any desert?” he asked, his voice low as his hands moved to your thighs, squeezing the flesh softly over your new satin dress that did little to hide your figure, not that daemon minded.

Your arms moved to rest over his shoulders, hands dangling down his strong back. You tilted your head and pursed your lips before giving a teasing smirk, “I lied,” you said, your hands moving to rest on his neck, “And what are you gonna do about it?” you said, desperate to provoke him into closing the gap.

Daemon stepped in closer, his eyes darkening as they met yours. “You really are a little minx aren’t you doll?” he said but before you could answer his lips crashed down onto yours. his hands snaked behind your waist, pulling you forward and flush against his chest.

You weren’t sure what was coming over you as your fingers searched for the buttons of his shirt, frantically unbuttoning them. Daemons hands slid down your waist to your ass, grabbing at its flesh over your dress. When you finally got the last button down your hands were finally able to slide up his abs, feeling the toned muscle properly for the first time.

“Here?” Daemon mumbled against your lips. “Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes,” you muttered, your hands reaching to undo his belt as your lips crashed onto his again. Daemon meanwhile pushed the fabric of your dress up, pulling at it till he was able to get it over your hips. His hands slid under the fabric, finally able to grab your ass properly.

You managed to undo the belt and it didn’t take long for you to undo his button and zip. You could see his bulge through his black boxers. Daemon gripped your hip, sliding you forward on the counter till his bulge was pressing into you, grinding it into your still clothed cunt. your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” Daemon said, his hands pawing at your skin. “Fucking you in every room in this house,”

“Why stop there?” You smirked.

“You’re killing me doll,” Daemon groaned as he pulled out of your grip. He laughed at your whine as he quickly crossed the room the grab his jacket, he’d left on the kitchen island. “Patience love,”

“I’ve already been patient,” you pouted, leaning forward to watch what he was doing. You chuckled when you saw him pulling a condom out his jacket pocket, “Someone was hopeful,” you joked.

Daemon quickly crossed the room, “Someone needs to shut their pretty mouth,” he growled, pulling you in for a brief and needy kiss that left you whining when he pulled away, “Now who’s desperate,” daemon chucked as he pulled out his cock, handing you the condom to put on him. you opened the condom before grabbing the base of his cock, stroking it gently a couple times making daemon groan, before you quickly slid it on. “Sure, about this doll face?” Daemon asked, grabbing your hip with one hand and his cock in the other.

“Just fuck me already,” you said, your legs wrapping around his waist to try pull him in as your hands moved to hold his shoulders.

“I’m not just going to fuck you doll,” he said with a light chuckled, resting his forehead against yours as he lined his tip up with your entrance. Your breath caught when you felt him start to push in, his cock stretching you out slowly at first as he eased in. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he said, his fingers digging into your hips as his cock sunk all the way in. You almost whimpered at the feeling, but it was cut off by gasps as Daemon started to set a relentless steady pace.

His head fell down, hanging in the crook of your shoulder, mumbling obscenities. your hands slipped down his back, almost clawing at the soft skin but the scratches only seemed to spur daemon on. he started sucking harsh marks into your soft skin, kissing over them once satisfied, “Mine,” he mumbled against your skin, “All mine,”

“All yours,” you moaned in agreement, a knot bubbling in your stomach.

you whined when daemon pulled out of you but didn’t have time to argue as he pulled you off the counter. his hands grabbed your hips tightly, spinning you around. one strong hand on your back pushed you down, your face against the cold counter. “You want my cock?” he asked, his voice dark and husky.

“Please,” you whined, practically begging already.

daemon chuckled as he grabbed your hips, spanking your ass, before you felt the tip of his cock sink back into your aching cunt. His pace was messier than before but just as desperate, “You take me so well doll,” Daemon groaned, hand hands going between squeezing and spanking your ass. “So good for me,” you felt one of his hands move down your hip, moving to your front and finding your clit within moments. daemon rubbed fast circles on the sensitive bud.

you could feel your stomach tightening and you did not to stop the shameless moans falling from your lips. you could feel his cock start to twitch inside, your cunt squeezing around it, making daemon groan. with two last, deep thrusts, you felt daemon stiff behind you. for a moment you were disappointed when you felt him pulling out, your orgasm so close had now almost washed away, when you felt his fingers start to run up your slit.

“What are you doing?” you stuttered out, trying to turn to see him but daemon pressed you back down.

“Just let me take care of you love,” Daemon said, his fingers teasing your entrance, “relax,” he told you but you whined when you felt his fingers slip in, “So wet for me,” he praised, his fingers beginning to curl inside of you, his thumb rubbing slow circles onto your clit.

you heard him moving before you felt his hot breath fanning your wet cunt. “Please,” you whimpered, the knot from before quickly reappearing.

daemon shushed you gently before moving his thumb, placing a soft kiss over your clit. you moaned when you felt him begin to press wet kisses to the sensitive bud, his fingers curling inside you. “Such pretty noises,” Daemon whispered, just loud enough for you to here, before he started to gently suck on your clit.

you could feel your body practically light on fire, shivers going down your spine, as his tongue worked wonders, his fingers never stopping. your orgasm was quickly approaching but when daemon lightly grazed your clit with his teeth it crashed over your body in a wave, loud moans leaving your mouth which only encouraged daemon to keep going. he made you right out your orgasm on his tongue till you were a panting mess on the counter.

finally, daemon pulled away, standing behind you to catch his breath. his hands gently took your shoulders, helping you to stand. when you did your legs felt like jelly, your stance swaying. daemon wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to lean your back into his chest. “Take it easy princess,” he said, kissing the top of your head, “you were so good,” he mumbled, “Let’s go sit down yeah?” daemon said but it wasn’t a question as he helped lead you to his living room, leading you to the plush sofa.

Daemon guided you to lay on the sofa with him, his arms wrapping around your frame. “You okay doll?” he asked as he played with your hair gently.

“Better than okay,” you mumbled making him chuckle lightly.

Part Four non smut edition to be read after this one

Part Five - Finale Part

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila @delicious-xx @pet1t3 @skyesayshi @urmomsgirlfriend1 @dark-night-sky-99 @lantsovheiress@themotherofblood @avalyaaa

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murdocs-sweetheart · 1 month ago

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Hi!! I'm sorry you're feeling down 🩷 Do you and Jack have any pets together? What do you and Jack like to do to relax together??

Hii!! Thank you for the ask!! I’m feeling better now but it still means a lot to me!!/gen <:)

Edit: SO this got suuuuper long and definitely diverged from the original question and for that I apologize but it also gave me an opportunity to flesh out some more lore so for that, thank you!!

It’s all under the cut, if you wanna read it!! :)))

Erhmm probably not bc in my main selfship with Jack Delroy, they don’t actually end up together in the end (doomed relationship type vibes 😭) and they never actually move in together when they ARE in a relationship.

That being said…

My self insert, Esther (Jack calls her Essie, and I’ll refer to her that way sometimes too), is, like me irl, an animal lover through and through! So she takes care of the local strays around the apartment complex she lives in as well as the one stray cat that hangs around the Night Owls studio parking lot!

It’s this, Esther taking care of this cat, giving it food and pets and stuff, that informs Jack about her affinity for animals. Esther usually gets to the studio before most everyone else, wanting to get started working before the hustle and bustle of the rest of the crew arrives.

So every morning she has work, she takes the bus to the studio and feeds the stray cat she’s been taking care of here before going into the building. One morning, she walks in and Jack gives her quite the fright as she’s usually the first one in the building. But Jack had fallen asleep in his dressing room and was only woken up by Esther’s arrival. The two express their surprise at each others presence. Esther explains that this is normal for her- she’s always here this early, but she’s never seen Jack here so early? Jack explains that he’d fallen asleep and been here the whole night. He nods to the still open plastic baggie, that had previously contained a bit of cat food, in Esther’s hands asking what she’s got there. She starts to explain before sighing and motioning for him to follow her.

She leads him out to where the cat is finishing up its breakfast, licking its chops. When it notices Esther, it trots quickly over to her and rubs her legs affectionately as cats do and chirps a few times in greeting. Jack remarks on how good she is with the cat and Esther explains that she’s always loved animals, particularly cats, and how she cares for the strays around her apartment complex too.

Jack watches her pet the cat for a while before saying , “We should name it, don’t you think?”

Esther pauses. Despite caring for the animals, including this cat, she’s never really thought to give any of them names. The animals by her apartment don’t need to be called by name, they come running when they hear the bag of food as Esther shakes it. But she smiles and nods slowly, agreeing with Jack.

“Yea, yea we should. You got a name in mind?”

Jack thinks for a moment before saying simply, “Oliver.”

“Oliver?” she replies, with a small smile.

“Yea like the Charles Dickens story, y’know ‘Oliver Twist’?” he explains, “because he’s a stray and he looks pretty young, maybe an orphaned stray.”

Esther looks at the cat and then Jack and then the cat again before nodding decisively and saying, “Okay, Oliver, it is.”

Oliver chirps in approval and moves to tentatively sniff Jack’s shoes, to which Jack moves to crouch and offer his hand for Oliver to sniff.

Oliver sniffs Jack before pausing, as though appraising the human before him, and then rubs Jack’s hand affectionately too.

“I think he likes me!” Jack whispers with a delighted little smile.

Esther smiles back at him, watching the adorable sight of Jack and Oliver getting acquainted.

…

Years down the line, Esther is in her thirties and the days of working as a graphic designer of sorts for the Night Owls show and Jack Delroy are well behind her. She’s a concept artist at Disney, her dream job finally realized in her early thirties.

They’re looking for new ideas for an animated film and Esther offhandedly remarks on an animal remake of the Dickens novel “Oliver Twist”. Everyone thought it was brilliant and they went ahead with it, creating the movie “Oliver and Company” which would release in 1988.

Nobody knew that there was a very specific reason that the titular feline character of Oliver looked the way he did. Except Esther. Esther based him directly off of the appearance of Oliver the stray from all those years ago, the cat that Jack had named. ‘Funny’ she thinks, ‘how even now his presence persists…’

Nobody really knew that “Oliver and Company” could never have happened if the now disgraced and forgotten host of the late night talk show, “Night Owls with Jack Delroy” hadn’t been introduced to a little stray cat by Esther Watkins back in 1976…

#still haven’t thought of a tag yet 😭#ummm yeaaa sorry this is soooo long #I just love love love making stupidly intricate lore and weaving in as many details and connections as I can!!!#Oliver and Company is so wonderful if u haven’t seen it go watch it RIGHT NEOWW!!/lh/nf

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morgana-larkin · 2 months ago

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After about a month long wait I finally finished the next chapter of 'Regina And You'! In this part, Elsa and the Snow Queen come to Storybrooke. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7.1 Part 7.2

Regina And You - Part 6

Warnings: Swearing, Smut

Words: 20.9k

You both wake up and you groan as you feel your head is pounding.

“Look at your nightstand.” You hear Regina say behind you and you look to see ibuprofen and water there.

“A saving grace.” You say and take the pills and chug the water down. “Thank you.” You tell her and lay back down beside her and look at her. “Do you feel better after the whole Marian thing?” You ask her and she nods.

“Thank you for being there for me.” She tells you and cups your cheek before she strokes it with her thumb.

“You’re my true love Regina, I’ll always be there for you.” You tell her and she smiles.

“And you wonder why I’m so protective of you all the time.” She says.

“Well you sometimes protect me at the cost of your own life, and I’m not just a damsel in distress.”

“I know you’re not, you’re incredibly smart and have saved us so many times.” She says and you smile. She then leans forward and you meet her halfway and crash your lips against hers. You want to go further with her but then your stomach lets out a loud growl and Regina pulls back and she laughs. “I’ll go make us some breakfast.” She says and then slips out of bed and puts a robe on.

“Wait.” You say and quickly get up as she turns around to face you. You then cup her cheek and kiss her again and you feel her smile against your lips.

“I have to go make food and you’re making it incredibly hard.” She says with a smile and you kiss her lips again.

“Good, I don’t want you forgetting me for a second.” You tell her and she hums as you kiss her neck.

“Damn it, get dressed, we’re going to Granny’s.” She says and you smile before you go get dressed and she calls Granny’s to order some food.

She drives you to Granny’s and she gets the food and pays for it before she brings it to the booth that you picked. You’re eating your food and you look at her and see that she’s in deep thought.

“What’s wrong?” You ask her.

“It’s- well it might be stupid but you know in Henry’s book I’m a villain?” She asks and you nod. “Well what if whoever wrote it can change it so that my past doesn’t keep haunting me?” She asks and you tilt your head.

“Regina, if you change your past then we might not have met.” You tell her.

“What if it’s changed so that I actually did go to you the first time, before I was the Evil Queen?”

“Then all this wouldn’t have happened.” You tell her and point around the diner and to Storybrooke. “And most importantly, you wouldn’t have had Henry.” You add and she looks down.

“You’re right.” She says and you grab her hand.

“Maybe we can find the author and he can make you viewed as a hero now, in Storybrooke.” You tell her and she looks at you. “You’re already a hero but we can make sure that everyone knows that.” You add and she smiles at you.

“I like that idea.” She says and then you both continue eating. “What’s going on now?” She asks and you look at the door and see people running away and screaming. You both get up and walk outside.

“EVIL SNOWMAN!!!” You hear people yelling and you look at Regina.

“Grumpy!” You say as you see him and run to him. “What’s going on?” You ask him as Regina comes up to your side.

“A giant evil snowman is alive and ran off into the forest and Emma and the others went running after it.” He explains and then he runs off.

“We should go into the forest and help them.” You tell her and you both run off into the forest.

By the time you both get there, you see Marian is the only one that isn’t knocked out and you run up to it.

“Y/N! WAIT!” Regina yells out and the snowman turns around and sees you both there. The snowman hits you with his hand and sends you flying into a tree and it knocks you out. “Y/N!” Regina yells out and then looks at the snowman angrily. “No one gets to hurt her.” She says to the Snowman and then makes him explode in a thousand pieces. She then runs to you and heals the wound on your head. “Y/n?” She asks and tries to shake you awake.

“Marian?” Regina hears and sees that Marian is walking up to her and Robin is following her.

“Maybe you’re not a monster.” Marian tells Regina.

“Maybe I’m not.” Regina says and you groan before you open your eyes.

“You really care about Y/n.” Marian says and you look at her before looking at Regina.

“I really do, I love her.” Regina tells Marian before looking at you with a smile. “And you are very stupid for doing that.” She says without any anger.

“You already knew that I don’t always think about consequences.” You say and she smiles and chuckles.

“Come on, let’s get home so you can rest.” She says and teleports you both home. She then gets you to lay on the couch before she walks towards the front door.

“And where are you going?”

“To get my car back from Granny’s.” She tells you as she puts a coat on before she teleports herself. She gets back about an hour later with a takeout bag and a box of donuts. “In case you’re still hungry.” She says and you happily accept everything. “So what do you want to do now?” She asks you as she joins you on the couch.

“I want to snuggle with my girlfriend.” You tell her and she lays down next to you before wrapping her arms around you.

“I would never say no to snuggling with you.” She says.

“Even if you’re mad at me?” You ask her.

“We’ll see.” She says and you chuckle. “Although we fought in the Enchanted forest a few times and we still cuddled each other in bed.” She says and you hum.

“True.” You say.

“Are you in any pain? That was quite a hit you took.” She says and you nod.

“You healed me, I feel fine.” You tell her.

“I healed the outside but the inside of your head is still healing.” She tells you as she continues cuddling you.

A few hours later you’re having dinner.

“So Marian said you’re not a monster?” You ask her and she nods.

“After she saw how I defended and protected you, she came to that conclusion.” She explains to you.

“Once we find that author then everyone will see you that way.” You tell her and she smiles.

“If we find them.” She says.

“We will, we’ll do it together.” You tell her and grab her arm.

An hour later you’re doing the dishes and Regina comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist.

“I love having my arms wrapped around you.” She says and rests her head on your shoulder and you lean into her touch.

Just then the power goes off and you both separate and look around.

“What happened?” You ask her as you get your phone out and turn on the flashlight.

“I don’t know.” She says and goes to the light switch and goes to a different part of the house. She comes back in with a few candles and hands you one that you can carry around with you. “Here.” She says and lights it.

“Just like in the enchanted forest.” You say and see the candle light dancing on her face and you smile at her.

“Why are you smiling?” She asks.

“Because you’re beautiful.” You simply say and you see a faint blush from the candlelight. Just then your phone starts ringing and you take it out of your pocket to see who’s calling you. “It’s Emma.” You tell her and you accept the call. “Hey Emma. Ya it’s completely dark here as well. A town wide blackout? Ok thanks for letting us know.” You say and then hang up. “Looks like the entire town is engulfed in darkness.” You say and wrap your arms around her waist.

An hour later you’re doing her nails next to the candlelight when you get a knock on the door. You both get up and Regina opens the door to see Hook and David there.

“What are you both doing here?” Regina asks them.

“We wanted to ask you both if you've heard of a girl named Anna. Her sister Elsa is looking for her and she accidentally trapped Emma in an ice wall.” David says and you think about it.

“Name doesn’t ring a bell.” Regina says and everyone looks at you.

“Name isn’t familiar to me either.” You tell them. “Do you want some help finding her?” You ask them and they nod.

“Sure, we could use all the help we can get. Especially someone with a mind like yours.” Hook says and you grab a coat.

“Come on Regina.” You tell her and she grabs a coat before you all head out. You all head to Gold’s shop and you go in.

“This is an emergency.” David says. “Emma’s trapped under ice by a woman with some kind of ice magic.” David explains to him.

“And this involves me because?” Rumple asks.

“You’re the bloody dark one, do something.” Hook demands.

“I think what he means to say is can you do something?” You ask him.

“Well I could melt the ice and destroy it with a thought, but that would also destroy your girlfriend.” Rumple tells Hook. “Is that what you want?”

“No one’s destroying anyone.” David says. “Now the woman who has Emma trapped is in there with her and she’s looking for her sister, name of Anna.” David explains to Rumple. “She thinks she’s in town because of something of hers that she found in your shop. A necklace.” David adds.

“Is that it?” Belle asks and shows a picture of a missing necklace from the shop.

“Wait, I know this.” David says as he takes the picture from Hook. “I know exactly who Anna is. I met her before but she went by Joan.” David tells you all. “She had a pink cloak, hat and gloves on and she’s a brunette.” David describes her and you look at the necklace.

“I met her before as well.” You say and everyone looks at you. “She stopped at my village before I went to work for Regina. She helped me decipher a book that I had.” You say. “She told me the necklace was important, that it was from her sister or a reminder.” You tell them. “She told me she was going to see Rumplestilskin.” You add and you all look at Rumple.

“I’ve come across many people, if she was one of them then I don’t remember her.” Rumple tells you all.

“I know where we have to go, come on.” David says and you all follow him. “Hook, you go in through the back.” David tells him. “You two can stay here, this won’t take long.” He tells you and Regina and you nod.

“So this is unexpected.” You tell Regina and she looks at you and hums.

“I would much rather be at home with you, maybe having some fun in the candlelight.” She tells you and kisses you.

“I know, but our friends need us.” You tell her and she kisses you again.

“We have to go!” David yells at you both as both him and Hook run past you. You both pull away and run after them.

“What’s wrong?” You ask them as you all get in the truck.

“Emma is freezing to death and passed out.”

“Is that Bo Peep’s staff?” You ask as you see the staff that they have.

“Ya, had a run in with her at the same time that I met Anna.” He tells you.

“I never liked her.” Regina says and you look at her.

“Neither did I, I almost got branded by her.” You tell her and she puts an arm around you. You get to the ice wall after a few minutes and you look at it. “Holy shit, that’s so cool.” You say and you see David and Hook trying to communicate with Elsa.

“No I won’t, I’ll survive. But Emma…” You hear Elsa say and you take the walkie talkie from David.

“Elsa my name is Y/n, listen to me. Surviving isn’t enough, you have to live.” You tell her.

“Where did you hear that?” She asks you.

“Where do you think?” You ask her. “I met Anna when she came to our land, David did as well. Listen, we’ll find her but right now you have to save Emma.” You tell her and then David takes it from you.

“It’s true, I knew her as well. I didn’t know much about her but I do know she wouldn’t want you to live alone in an ice cave. Which is where you’ll be if you don’t melt that ice, now do it.” David tells her and you hold on to Regina’s hand. A few seconds later you hear something and then you see ice disappearing and snow is blowing at your face. You and Regina move out of the way and then Elsa brings Emma over and Hook takes her.

“Is she ok?” Regina asks and Hook nods.

“She’s alive but she’s freezing, let’s get her warmed up.” Hook says and you all go to the Charming’s apartment.

“Mom!” You hear and Henry goes up to Emma. “What happened?”

“She got trapped in an ice structure.” Regina tells him and Henry goes to hug Regina before going to Emma. You watch as they all tend to Emma and you look at Regina. “Was there anything else you guys needed? Cause if not then Y/n and I will go home.” Regina tells them all.

“Regina.” Emma says and Regina walks up to Emma. “I wanted to tell you this before but you are not a monster, not anymore.” Emma tells her and Regina nods.

“It’s sometimes hard not to feel like that though as I keep getting reminders of my past.” Regina says and you step forward.

“I’m a big reminder of your past too.” You say and everyone looks at you. “But I’m a good reminder. You might not have ever told me then but I know you loved me when you were the Evil Queen.”

“But Y/n I also hurt you.”

“Only right after I saw you rip your father’s heart out though.”

“I also couldn’t give you more than just sex as well.” She adds and you roll your eyes.

“It doesn’t matter because I’m part of your past and your past isn’t all bad.” You tell her and she hugs you.

“You and my father were the best moments of my life before the curse. Now it’s you and Henry.” She tells you and then the power comes back on. “We should get back home and get some sleep.” She says and you nod. “Goodnight Henry.” She says and looks at Henry who gets up and gives her a hug.

“Goodnight mom.” He says and then Regina teleports you both home.

“You know, as beautiful as you look in the candlelight, I like to be able to see your face very clearly.” You tell her and she smiles before she pulls you closer to her and she kisses you. “Mmm, bring us upstairs.” You tell her and she does that immediately.

“I’ve been wanting to taste you all day.” She tells you as she waves her hand and all your clothes disappear before she pushes you and you fall on the bed. She then gets on her knees and pulls you to the edge of the bed.

“All day? You’re so impatient.” You tease her playfully and she rolls her eyes at you.

“Normally I would like to see how impatient you are but I’ve waited long enough.” She says and then dives down to your entrance and you moan out.

You grab onto her hair as she continues to eat you out and you buck your hips. She pins you down as she does sinful things with her tongue. She then moves to your clit and slips a finger inside of you and you gasp. A couple minutes later you feel your orgasm building quickly and you tighten your hold on her hair. She then curls her fingers inside of you and she feels you squeeze around her finger and your leg muscles tense before you come. She magics herself a cloth and cleans you up before she leaves it on the ground and gets on the bed next to you.

“Why did you take all my clothes off if you were only gonna focus below the waist?” You ask between breaths and she kisses your neck to shut you up.

“Because sweetheart, I’m not done with you yet.” She says and attacks you with a rough kiss and causes you to fall backwards onto the bed and you giggle.

The next morning she gives you a plate with breakfast as you flip through the storybook. You then close it with a sigh and she looks at you.

“Nothing?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Not a clue, unless I’m missing something.” You tell her and then look at her.

“If there’s a clue in the book then who might know is Henry. He’s read it like 100 times.” You tell her and she hums.

“That’s a good point and we can meet around noon as the Charmings have that meeting in the afternoon.” She tells you.

“Maybe we can get ice cream before meeting with Henry and get him something as well.” You suggest and she smiles.

“I like that plan.”

You both then get dressed and you head to the ice cream shop that’s the closest to Granny’s. You get your favourite flavour while she gets something for herself and Henry.

“Getting something for Henry as well?” The ice cream lady asks and Regina nods.

“Did you lose a lot during the blackout?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“No, somehow I got lucky.” She tells you and you nod while continuing to eat your ice cream.

“Your ice cream is honestly the best in town.” You tell her.

“Well thank you, do you like sprinkles?” She asks and you nod. “Here let me add some for you, on the house.” She says and you smile before handing her your ice cream cone and she adds some for you before handing it back to you.

“Thank you.” You tell her with a big smile.

“You’re such a kid, it’s adorable.” Regina tells you before you both leave the ice cream shop.

You enter Granny’s and Regina sees Henry sitting at the counter and you both go up to him.

“Hey Henry.” You tell him and hand him his ice cream cone while Regina sits down next to him.

“Thanks.” He tells you.

“Your mom got it for you.” You tell him and he looks at Regina with a smile and she hands him some comic books.

You tune them out a bit as you just enjoy your ice cream with a smile. About 10 minutes later you look at the time and clear your throat and Regina looks at you.

“We gotta go if we want to make that meeting.” You tell her and she nods.

“I’ll see you later, Henry.” She tells him and gives him a hug.

“Bye mom, operation Mongoose is in effect.” He tells her and Regina smiles before taking your hand. “Bye Y/n.” He tells you and you wave and smile at him.

“Bye Henry.” You say to him before you and Regina head to the mayor’s office. You both enter and you go up the stairs and you see Snow and David talking outside the office. “Hey guys.” You tell them and they smile at you.

“Regina, can you please tell David that I’m perfectly capable of being a mom to Neal and be the mayor.” Snow tells Regina.

“Well from experience, it is difficult but I do believe you can do it. Especially since you have help.” She tells her and Snow looks at David.

“Alright, you win then.” He says and puts his hands up in surrender.

“How about you two go inside and find some place to sit or stand.” Snow tells you and you nod before entering. You two find a spot behind Grumpy and you look across the room and see Robin and Marian there. You wave at them and they wave back at you and Regina looks at you.

“What?”

“You’re awfully chipper today.” She says and you shrug.

“Just in a good mood.” You say with a smile and she shakes her head with a smile before she wraps an arm around your waist and then Snow starts the meeting. You barely listen to all the complaints until you hear your name.

“And the snowman almost killed Marian and Y/n.” Granny says.

“I’m fine, Regina saved me.” You tell everyone. “Same with Marian.” You add and Marian nods. The meeting continues and then all of a sudden you start to feel dizzy and you don’t notice a strand of your hair turn white. Your vision gets blurry before you faint and Regina catches you.

“Y/n?” She says and everyone looks at you both. “She feels so cold.” Regina says. “Snow, get that ice girl in here now.” Regina bites out and David calls Emma while Snow gets everyone else out. Regina magics you to the couch and holds your hand before she looks up and sees a painting of 2 birds. “Who’s idea was that?” She says and points to the picture.

“Oh, I thought I would put my own personal touch on the office.” Snow tells her.

“Well, you’ve succeeded, hideously.” She says and then Elsa, Henry, Emma and Hook walk in.

“What happened?” Emma asks and Henry goes to the couch to comfort his mom.

“You know I would like to ask your new friend that question, what the hell did you do to Y/n?” She asks Elsa angrily and Elsa looks confused. “I mean it was her beast that attacked Y/n.” Regina adds.

“To be fair, we did provoke the beast.” Hook says.

“This isn’t my magic, someone else did this.” Elsa says and Regina furrows her eyebrows.

“Oh, and we’re supposed to trust you?” Regina asks her and Emma steps forward.

“You can trust me. If she says it was someone else, it was.” Emma tells her cautiously.

“If she didn’t do this then who’s heart should I be ripping out?” Regina asks annoyed and Henry puts his hand on her shoulder for comfort and Regina takes a deep breath.

“How do we break the spell?” Henry asks.

“The only way to cure a freezing spell is an act of true love.” Elsa explains and Regina has hope in her eyes.

“Like true love’s kiss?” Regina asks and Elsa nods. Regina then gets on her knees where your face is and gives you a kiss. She pulls back and then she sees the ice thawing before you open your eyes. “Y/n?” She asks and you look at her.

“Last time I checked that was a yes.” You say groggily.

“You almost died and you’re making jokes?” She asks with a smile and cups your cheek.

“To be fair, I didn’t know I was dying until you just said it.” You tell her and then she wraps you in a hug.

“Now who’s paying for this? Who am I getting revenge on?” Regina asks the room and you cup her cheek and she looks at you.

“Hey, I’m ok. But we should find the one responsible so she doesn’t hurt anyone else.” You tell her and she nods.

“Ok, ya.” She says and she carefully helps you up. “Are you ok?” She asks.

“Might just need a bit of help for a minute, my body is still in shock and feels like it’s defrosting.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Regina, maybe you should take Y/n home so she could get some rest.” Emma tells her.

“What? But that’s what I did yesterday after I got attacked by the snowman. I don’t want to keep getting sidelined.” You complain and Regina looks at you.

“Y/n, I almost lost you twice in 2 days, I think going home right now as they look for the person who tried to kill you, is the best option.” Regina tells you.

“But I’m sure that they didn’t really want to kill me, I mean they would know that you giving me a kiss would cure it.” You say and everyone looks at you.

“Then what do you think they really want?” Emma asks you.

“Well I have a few ideas but the main ones are to hurt Regina or to cause chaos to get everyone scared and looking for someone to blame. Like Elsa, as she’s the only known magical being with ice magic.” You say and they all look at Elsa or you.

“She has a point.” Snow says and Regina nods.

“Y/n doesn’t have any enemies, she’s too nice for that. Someone else is the real target.” Regina says.

“I might have enemies.” You say to Regina. “I mean I’m with you so maybe someone else who wants to be with you could hate me.” You tell her and Regina smiles before kissing you.

“You’re cute.” She tells you. “But we’re going home.” She tells you.

“No!” You say but she’s already teleporting you both home. “I already said I didn’t want to go home.” You say as you walk away from her.

“What’s the problem with me protecting you?” She asks you.

“Everybody else always gets hurt but they don’t get told to rest, no, they keep going.” You complain as you pace around the room and Regina just watches you walk around in frustration. “And the only reason you want to protect me is because I can’t defend myself.” You say and Regina tilts her head.

“You think that’s the reason? Y/n, even if you could defend yourself, I’d still protect you exactly like I’ve been doing.” She tells you and you give her a disbelieving look. “Ok, maybe I’d worry about you a little less but I’d still protect you because I love you.” She tells you and you lean on the kitchen table and she walks over to you. “Look, if you really want to help on the field more than I’ll give you a few sword lessons, or you can go to Snow and ask for lessons with a bow and arrow.” She offers.

“You know how to use a sword?” You ask her and she nods.

“I didn’t always know how to use magic, I knew how to ride a horse and sword fight for quite a few years before I started practicing magic.” She tells you.

“Could we start practicing now?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Depends, how are you feeling? Cause you could have a nap before we do if you’re tired.”

“No, I feel great.” You tell her and she looks at you before she summons 2 wood swords and hands you one. “This is wood.”

“And your first lesson.” She says and you hold the sword and she immediately rolls her eyes and goes beside you and fixes how you should be standing. After about an hour of her showing you techniques and getting you to repeat them, she calls it a day as she doesn’t want to overwhelm you with information. Just then she gets a call and she looks to see that Henry is calling her. “It’s Henry.” She tells you before she accepts the call. “Hey Henry, what’s up?... You want to check my vault, why?... I doubt anything about the author is in there but we can definitely check, when?... Tomorrow evening is perfect… I love you too, bye.” She says and then ends the call. “Henry wants to explore my vault to see if there’s any clues about the author in there.” She tells you and you nod.

“There might be something, who knows.” You tell her. “Or something to help find them.” You add and she smiles.

“You know, it makes me happy that you and Henry are willing to help me so that everyone stops viewing me as the Evil Queen.” She says and you smile.

“You have done so much good Regina, not everyone is able to know that so we can just tweak people’s view on you so everyone knows how much of a good person you are.” You tell her.

“Thank you. How about for now, we get some sleep.” She says and you nod before she takes your hand and brings you upstairs.

The next morning you’re reading one of the stories from Henry’s book while Regina is looking through some magical books.

“Why are you reading through this again?” She asks you as she comes to join you on the couch.

“Because I want to learn everyone’s story. I feel like I don’t know much about people here and I want to learn.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You can learn by asking them.” She tells you and you look at her.

“I want to know the basics though.” You tell her.

“You’re written in this book.” She says and you look at her.

“What? But I’m not someone famous.” You say and she flips through a few pages.

“See?” She says. “Page 23, there’s me walking away from you. And there’s you in the background as I walk away from my true love.” She tells you and surely there’s you reading a book on a crate.

“I used to sit on that crate all the time and read as many books as I can get my hands on.” You say and she wraps an arm around you.

“I looked at you and my first thought was you look so beautiful and innocent.” She says and you rest your head on her chest. “I started walking up to you but I got scared and ran away. But when I saw your face again, I couldn’t help but keep you close to me. Even when I was the Evil Queen, I still wanted to be happy.”

“Regina.” You say and remove your head from her chest and she looks at you. “If there’s a chance we don’t find this author, will you still be happy?” You ask her and she smiles and nods.

“I will, I have you and Henry, and I can’t believe I’m saying this but the Charmings are becoming friends.” She tells you and then you get a phone call.

“One second” You tell her and then answer the call. “Hello?... um, ya I can be over in a few hours…ok I’ll be there.” You say and then hang up and Regina is looking at you. “Well looks like I got some plans while you go to the vault with Henry.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Who was that?”

“Emma.”

“And what did Miss Swan want this time?”

“She wanted to ask if I can go over to help flip through some names to help find Anna while she goes on a date with Hook.” You tell heer and she rolls her eyes.

“Of course they have a date.” She says and you giggle.

“Why are you complaining? You have happiness.” You tell her before putting the book down and straddle her lap. She wraps her arms around your waist and helps to hold you in place as you run your hands over her chest. You then lean forward and kiss her and she smiles into the kiss.

A few hours later you’re helping her get dinner ready and then you look at her.

“What were you reading about earlier?” You ask her.

“I was seeing if there’s another way to reverse the ice curse that you got without a true love’s kiss in case this ice person decides to go after someone else and they don’t have a true love.” She tells you and you nod.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.” You tell her and she smiles at you before you both hear a knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” You say and then you walk to the door. You open it up and see Henry there. “Hey Henry, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if I could have dinner with you two tonight.” He says and you step aside to let him in.

“Well I don’t see why not, and I’m sure your mom will be thrilled about it.” You tell him and then bring him into the kitchen. “Regina, look who’s joining us at dinner.” You tell her and she looks up.

“Henry?” She asks and Henry nods.

“I know I didn’t call before but-”

“You don’t need to call if you want to eat here, you can come over whenever you want.” She says as she goes over and gives him a hug. “I get to have dinner with my two favourite people.” She says with a big smile and goes back to making dinner. “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” She tells you both and you get the plates and utensils. Henry takes the utensils while you bring the plates over to Regina so she can put the food on it. Regina takes the end chair while you and Henry take the seats closest to hers.

“So Henry, did you come over cause your other mom is on a date?” You ask him.

“Not the whole reason. I did want to come over as I don’t see my mom much these days.” He says and Regina smiles.

“Well I’ll always enjoy spending any time with you.” Regina tells Henry.

“Me too.” Henry tells her. “And I do want to get to know you better.” Henry tells you and Regina looks at you.

“Oh, well you can ask me anything.” You say to him.

“Well I was wondering how you both fell in love, there’s mention of you in the book when my mom walks away from you, but no mention of your love story.” He says and you think about how to explain it to a teenager.

“Well I just kept working for your mom and she kept showing me the side of her that she was only willing to show her father.”

“Because I knew she was my true love but she didn’t.” Regina says and you nod.

“It’s true, you kept it from me until we ran into Tink in Neverland.” You say and she shrugs and then you turn back to Henry. “She also gave me the evenings to do whatever I wanted. I usually went to the library or talked to Belle.” You say and look at Regina to see her reaction but she didn’t really react. “Did you know I was sneaking up to talk to Belle?” You ask her and she nods.

“Did you really think I didn’t keep tabs on you?” She asks and you look at her.

“Breach of privacy much?” You ask her and she smiles.

“Is what cute though, how you two had like a little book club as you were discussing books you both read.” She says and Henry is watching you both talk about your past. “I’m sure the thought of getting caught excited you, even just a little bit.” She says and you roll your eyes and shake your head.

“You’re impossible sometimes.” You say and she chuckles.

I am and I think it’s one of the things you love about me.” She says.

“You sure about that?” You ask with a smirk and she kicks you under the table. “Ow! How mature.” You add.

After dinner, you head to the Charmings place while Regina and Henry head off to the vault. Regina gives you the keys to the car while she just teleports her and Henry to the vault. You get to the Charmings place and knock on the door.

“I was asked to help.” You tell David when he answers the door. He steps aside and you see the pile of books on the table.

“Is this the list of everyone in Storybrooke?” You ask and Snow nods.

“What do you think?” You hear from behind and you look to see Emma there in a pink dress.

“Wow.” Snow says.

“What your mother said.” David says

“Is that just the corset? Where’s the rest of it?” Elsa asks and you chuckle.

“This is the rest of it.” Emma says.

“Dresses are different here.” You whisper to Elsa.

“Let’s not oversell.” Emma says and then Snow takes a polaroid picture of her. “Wow, I really need to get my own place.” She says.

“Cut your mother some slack. It’s not like we got to send you to a ball.” David says.

“I think this is a cute little family moment.” You say.

“Where are your parents?” Elsa asks you.

“Oh, they died when I was 15.” You tell her.

“That’s horrible.” Elsa says and you shrug.

“Are you sure you guys don’t want help? Maybe I can get Hook to stay in for the night.” Emma says.

“My sister put her wedding on hold because of me. I don’t want anyone else to stop living their lives on my account.” Elsa tells her.

“Plus, that’s why you enlisted my help.” You remind her and she nods before there’s a knock on the door. Emma opens the door and it looks like she froze at the sight.

“You look stunning, Swan.” You hear.

“You look…”

“I know.” You hear him say and you do a silent chuckle before you see Hook enter. “Now that I’m settling into this world, I finally thought it was time to dress the part.” He says and you look to see him give her a rose with his…hand?

“What the hell?” You mutter.

“Wow, you really went all out.” Emma says, not noticing he has a hand instead of a hook.

“Uh, Emma.” Snow says and then she finally looks down and notices the hand.

“Is that?”

“Mine? Yeah.” He says. “The Dark One kindly restored what he once took from me. It seems he has indeed changed his ways.” He tells you all.

“So what do I call you now? Captain Hand?” Emma asks him.

“Killian will do.” He tells her and then Emma warns him about a possible protective dad talk from David before they go.

“I wasn’t too hard on him, was I?” He says as he looks at all of you and you shake your head.

“I’m dating someone who’s scarier than her dad ever was so I can’t contribute.”

“You should have seen me when Kristoff started dating Anna. It was the only time in my entire life that I’ve made someone sweat.” Elsa says.

“Speaking of which, let’s see if we can figure out what happened to your sister.” Snow says as she hands you and Elsa one of the books and you all start flipping through one.

Two hours later you close the book as you finish going through it and found nothing.

“Nothing in that one.” You tell him and then hand it back to them to put away. An hour later and you’re halfway through another one when you yawn and David takes it away from you.

“We’re all tired, maybe you should head home, Regina should be expecting you home soon I assume.”

“She’s still out at her vault with Henry.” You tell them.

“Well probably not for much longer as it’s almost Henry’s bedtime.” Snow says and then Regina appears in the apartment with Henry. Henry runs up to where he sleeps over here and you see Regina with a smile on her face.

“What are you smiling about?” You ask her as you stand up.

“Henry is staying the night with us.” She tells you and you hear Henry getting a few things before he runs down.

“Ok, I’m ready.” He says. “Grandma, Grandpa, I’m staying the night with my mom and Y/n.” He tells them and they nod.

“Wanna hitch a ride with us?” Regina asks you.

“The car is parked here.” You remind her.

“We’ll get it tomorrow.” She tells you before she wraps her arm around your waist and teleports all 3 of you home.

When you get home you all go upstairs to get ready for bed. Once you were done, you basically collapse on the bed while Regina goes to say good night to Henry. Regina comes back and sees you fast asleep and she smiles at seeing you looking so peaceful. She crawls into the bed beside you and spoons you.

You wake up the next morning and you turn around to see Regina still fast asleep. You seem to be a little needy this morning and you don’t know whether to wake her or just take care of the feeling yourself. You decide to wake her up.

“Regina.” You say and gently shake her. She groans before she opens her eyes and looks at you. “Good morning.” You tell her.

“You know I let you sleep in but you don’t let me?” She asks you.

“I would have let you sleep in.” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“What stopped that from happening?” She asks and she looks into your eyes and sees how dark they are and puts it together. “Oohh, you’re horny this morning.” She says and pulls you closer to her. She puts her hand in your hair and pulls your head to her and kisses you. She then slips her hand down your pj pants and finds your centre. “You’re soaking, honey.” She tells you and you moan. “Have to keep it down as Henry is right next door.” She reminds you and you grab her head and pull her in for a kiss. She trails her hand up to your clit and starts doing slow circles and you gasp into the kiss.

“Oh my god.” You say, a bit muffled as you lay your head on her shoulder. “Oooh, I love you.” You gasp out and she starts circling your clit faster and she feels your legs shake. You feel your orgasm building quickly and then you feel it really close and your toes curl and you grab onto her hair tightly and she kisses you right before you come with a moan.

“You don’t know how to be quiet I see.” She says and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Not my fault you’re good with your fingers.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Come on, help me get breakfast ready.” She says as she sits up.

“What if we’re not done in here?” You ask her as you sit up and wrap your hands around her waist and she leans into your touch. She hums as you start kissing her neck and she moves her head to give you more access.

“We have to get breakfast ready, and I’m getting hungry.” She says and then she moans as you suck her neck.

“I’m hungry as well, for something sweet.” You tell her and she giggles as you pull her more onto the bed.

10 minutes later you’re both in the kitchen getting breakfast ready and Henry comes down.

“Morning mom, morning Y/n.” He tells you both.

“Morning Henry, did you sleep well?” You ask him and he nods.

“Sorry we couldn’t find anything about the author or about how to unfreeze people if it happens again.” Regina tells him and he nods.

“It’s ok mom. And I think I know the next step for Operation Mongoose.” He says and you both listen to him. “I know who we can ask that might have some answers.”

“Who?” Regina asks him.

“My grandpa.” He says and you’re confused by that.

“David?” You ask him.

“My other grandpa, Gold.” He says and Regina sighs. “Everyone knows Rumplestiltskin doesn’t get a happy ending, but look at him now, he just married Belle. He must have figured out how to change his story. Which means he might know who wrote the book.” Henry explains.

“And I’m the last person he’d ever share that with.” Regina says.

“That’s why I’m gonna find out for you.” He tells her.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You ask him.

“By going undercover.” He tells you both and you tilt your head. “I’m going to go work for him.”

“And do you think he’ll just trust you around his shop?”

“I think he’ll hire me, I know just how to play it.” He says and you look at Regina. “What do you think, mom?” He asks Regina and she thinks about it for a second.

“Worth a try.” She says and you smile before looking at Henry.

After breakfast, you all go to get ready for the day and then Regina teleports Henry close to Gold’s shop.

“What do you say we stay in and do nothing but cuddle and watch movies today?” Regina tells you and you look at her.

“The Snow Queen is out there though.”

“Yes and the heroes are on it.” She tells you and you give her a kiss.

“Regina, we are part of the heroes.” You tell her and she groans.

“I hate it when you’re right.” She tells you and you smile.

“I know.” You say and then you take your phone out and call Emma. “Hey Emma, was wondering if there was anything Regina and I could do or help with?... Really, ok. Bye.” You tell her and then hang up. “She said we could find out where the Snow Queen’s lair is.” You tell her and she sighs.

“Of course we get tasked with the most dangerous one.” She says and you laugh.

“We can go in a few hours.” You tell her. “How about for now we stay in and watch some movies while cuddling on the couch.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I like that idea.” She tells you and then you both head over to the tv and go through the movies.

A few hours later you’re putting your coat on and Regina groans.

“Do we have to? We can just stay in and continue our movie marathon.” She tells you and you hand her her jacket.

“I have a feeling it's in the woods somewhere.” You tell her and she nods. She then teleports you both to the cemetery. “What are we doing here?” You ask her.

“I need something from my vault that might help.” She tells you and she goes inside her vault and you wait a few minutes before you decide to go in after her.

“Regina, you down here?” You call out and walk down the stairs.

“I’m over here.” She tells you and you see her closing a spell book.

“Did you find anything?” You ask her and she nods. Just then Emma comes in and you both look at her.

“Miss Swan, what an unpleasant surprise.” Regina tells her.

“Play nice.” You tell her. “What’s up Emma?” You ask her and she walks forward to Regina, holding something.

“What do you know about these?” Emma asks her and gives her the envelope and what looks to be a stack of pictures. Regina sighs and then she takes the pictures.

“It appears you and the Snow Queen are old friends. Well Frenemies at best.” Regina says and hands the photos back to Emma.

“I have zero memories of this conversation, I was hoping you might. Sidney took these when you had him spying on me. He didn’t say anything about what’s going on here, or why I was arguing with the Snow Queen?” Emma asks.

“He never mentioned anything.” Regina tells her. “My guess, you skipped the tip jar.” Regina adds.

“Can I see these?” You ask Emma and she hands them to you and you flip through the pictures. “Sidney took these?” You ask both of them and they both nod. “Why not ask him then?”

“No one seems to know where he is, have you seen him?” Emma asks Regina.

“No, Y/n has been keeping me busy.” She tells Emma and you give her a confused look.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You ask her and she chuckles.

“I haven’t seen Sidney.” She tells Emma and Emma nods before leaving.

You’re about to leave as well but then you see a picture on a table and you go over to it and pick it up.

“I remember when we took this.” You tell her and she looks at what you’re looking at and she smiles. “It was a couple days after we returned from Neverland.” You say and she comes over and wraps her arms around you.

“It’s my favourite one of us so I had it printed and framed and kept it down here so I can have a picture of us whenever I come down here.”

“You’re such a romantic.” You tell her and she smiles before kissing your cheek.

“Come on, I casted a spell and was told to go east of the toll bridge.” She says and you just nod and leave the vault. “I see Emma just parked her car and left it here.” Regina says as Emma’s car is there but no Emma.

“She’s probably just visiting Neal or something.” You say and then you go into the woods. “So what do you think the Snow Queen wants or why she’s threatening Storybrooke?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“You’re the one with the brains.” She says and you chuckle.

“Well my best guess would be she wants to rule Storybrooke or has a vendetta against someone.”

“You think she’d threaten a whole town to hurt one person?” She asks you.

“You cursed an entire land just to hurt Snow White.” You remind her and she hums.

“Good point.” She says and then you both hear rustling and you both look to where the sound came from and see Emma walking towards you both.

“Regina and Y/n?” She asks, confused.

“What are you doing here?” Regina asks her.

“Elsa disappeared on me, I think she went to go confront the Snow Queen on her own. I’m afraid she’s in trouble” Emma explains. “How about you both, or do you do nature walks as a date now?” She asks you both.

“You asked us to try and find the Snow Queen’s lair, so that’s what we’re doing.” You tell her and she nods.

“I forgot I asked you to do that.” She says. “Have any leads?”

“Should be East of the toll bridge.” Regina says and Emma looks at her weirdly. “I casted a spell, just trust me on this.” Regina tells her and Emma nods.

“Can I come with you both? Elsa might be wherever the Snow Queen is.” Emma asks you both and you nod.

“Sure.” You tell her and you all continue walking. “So Emma, what do you think the Snow Queen wants with Storybrooke?” You ask her.

“Are you asking everyone this question?” Regina asks you and you shrug before looking at Emma.

“I don’t know specifically but I think it has something to do with me.” Emma tells you.

“Why do you think that?”

“Somehow she knows me and according to that picture earlier, it’s been a couple years.”

“But picture aside, you’re the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming and you’re the saviour, I’m sure everyone knows you.” You tell Emma.

“But when I first encountered her, she said my name like she knew me, and not just because of who my parents are or who I am.” She tells you.

“Hmm.” You say and then you see a staircase made out of ice.

"Looks like Elsa was here.” Emma says.

“Well thanks Miss Swan, please continue to point out the obvious.” Regina says and you give her a weird look and Regina goes to step on the staircase.

“Then obviously we’re not gonna step on it until we know it’s safe.” Emma says and you look at Regina.

“It’s safe.” Regina says and starts going up the stairs.

“Hey!” Emma says with some annoyance.

“You were saying?” Regina says and you roll your eyes and follow Regina.

“Why do I even bother?” Emma asks.

“Well, that makes two of us. Now hurry up, I’d like to get to the Snow Queen before it’s actually winter..” Regina tells Emma as you’re going up the stairs beside her. She sees you slightly slip a bit and she holds your hand so you don’t fall.

“You really shouldn’t expect any different from Regina.” You tell Emma and Regina looks at you. “What?”

“Let’s just keep walking.” She says and you all make it almost halfway before there’s wind blowing.

“Something’s not right.” Emma says and Regina can feel your hand tighten its hold on hers.

“Maybe your sparkly blue-dressed friend is closer than you think.” Regina says.

“No, this is not Elsa.” Emma says and then you all get hit with strong wind and you all duck. Regina puts her hand around your shoulders and brings you close to her to protect you. “It’s the Snow Queen! She found us!” Emma yells.

“Sidney.” Regina says and both you and Emma look at her.

“Sidney? What does Sidney have to do with this?” You ask her and she looks at you with worry. “Regina, what aren’t you saying?” You ask her and she sighs before she lets out a groan.

“I trapped him in my mirror! He’s in my mirror ok!” She says and you look at her.

“Why didn’t you tell us or even me?” You ask her.

“Because you can’t keep anything to yourself.” Regina tells you and you look at her a bit hurt.

“Regina, you said you didn’t have a clue where Sidney was, and he was in your mirror the whole time?” Emma asks her.

“Maybe I did, so what?” Regina snaps at Emma. “I don’t have to tell you everything I’m doing.” She adds and takes her small mirror out.

“Nor do I, Your Majesty.” Sidney says and you see Regina has a lot of anger at him.

“You led us here. You’re working for the Snow Queen?” Regina yells at him. “Traitor!”

“I’m the traitor? I think Your Majesty should take a look in the mirror.” Sidney tells her. “And as you contemplate what you’ve done, know that she has a present for you. That I’d say is well-deserved.” He adds and then he disappears.

“Sidney!” She yells at the mirror before she puts it back in her pocket.

“Regina?” Emma says and you look at what she’s looking at.

“Save your moral judgement.” Regina tells her.

“We have to go!” You yell and Regina looks and you all quickly get up and start running as the bridge starts collapsing. Regina keeps a strong grip on your hand as you all keep running towards the other side.

“Jump!” You hear Emma say and you all jump as the bridge completely collapses. You all make it to the other side safely but you suddenly feel yourself moving and then you slide down as where you landed was on an angle pointing down towards the river.

“Regina!” You yell as you slip off the small incline and fall down towards the river. Regina immediately uses her magic to stop you and bring you back to her. You all climb up the small incline and get to the top safely. Regina immediately brings you in for a hug and you hug her back.

“Thank you for saving me.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I will always save you.” She tells you and then she pulls back and gives you a kiss.

“You both ok?” Emma asks and Regina looks behind you and starts walking forward. “Regina? Y/n?” Emma asks and you turn around to see what Regina is looking at and you freeze.

“I think we have a bigger problem.” Regina says as you all look at a giant armed iceman and it spots the 3 of you. Emma and Regina look at each other before Emma goes to the side as Regina stays where she is. Regina then teleports you behind a tree close by. You look at the flight from where you are and see Regina blasting it with a fireball and then Emma blasting it with her light magic. You the iceman go backwards and slam right into a tree and its arm shatters off. You smile at seeing their plan working but then it gets up and regrows its arm and ice axe and Emma runs back to Regina’s side.

“Well, that’s a problem.” Emma says.

“Not helpful.” Regina says.

“Try again, together.” Emma says and Regina nods before they blast it together with their magic. You see it start to affect the iceman and then he gets enveloped in fire and then he dissolves into a puddle. You quickly get out from behind the tree and run to Regina. “I think we did it.” Emma says.

“What a welcome visit, ladies.” You hear and all turn to see the Snow Queen there. “Thank you for bringing me what I needed.” She says and then summons Regina’s small mirror to her hand.

“Give me back my mirror, you-”

“No.” The Snow Queen says and starts choking Regina.

“Regina.” You say and the Snow Queen throws you at a tree.

“Hey, stop, don’t-” Emma starts saying and then she starts getting choked as well. All of a sudden Elsa comes out of nowhere and blasts the Snow Queen and that releases the hold on Emma and Regina. Regina looks to see you still lying on the ground and she turns to see the Snow Queen.

“You wanna fight? FIght me.” Elsa tells the Snow Queen as she gets up.

“Well done Elsa, you’re losing your fear. There’s hope for you yet.” The Snow Queen says.

“Let’s just finish this now.” Regina says.

“No need. I have what I want.” The Snow Queen says and then disappears. Regina immediately runs to you and sees you got knocked unconscious.

“Is she ok?” Elsa asks Regina.

“I don’t know, she’s unconscious and it’s dark.” Regina says. “I’m taking her to my vault to get a better look at her.” Regina adds and then teleports you both there. She lays you down comfortably on the bed in her vault and then sees blood on her hands and realises you have a cut. She turns you around and immediately heals the cut. She then examines you and sees no other injuries so she gets you comfortable and puts the blanket on you to keep you warm. She then hears footsteps approaching and turns to see Emma coming in.

“What do you want, Swan?” She asks.

“I’m an idiot.” Emma says.

“Finally, something we can agree on.” Regina says with a sigh.

“I’m an idiot because I’ve been down this road before.” Emma tells Regina.

“Irritating me? Yes, you have.”

“No, when I was a kid. Someone came into my life for a while and I thought we were gonna be best friends. But this girl lied to me, and I pushed her away because of that lie and she asked me to forgive her but I never did.” Emma explains and Regina could not be more uninterested. “It took some time but I realised it was a mistake, and I regretted the decision, but by then it was too late, the damage was already done. I don’t want to make the same mistake again, Regina.” Emma says and looks at Regina. “Living in Storybrooke, I’ve got my son, and my parents, and I love them. But they can’t always understand me. They don’t know what it feels like to be rejected and misunderstood, not the way I do, not the way you do. And somehow that makes us…I don’t know, unique, or maybe even special. And I guess today, I was looking for you to be my friend.” Emma says and Regina looks at her in disbelief.

“You thought we were friends?” Regina asks her.

“Crazy, right? But I thought it could be possible. I’m not gonna stop trying, even if you still want to kill me.” Emma says and then goes to leave. Regina looks at you and then sighs.

“Emma, wait.” Regina says and Emma turns around and looks at her. “I don’t want to kill you.”

“See? That’s a start.” Emma says with a smile before she leaves. Regina lets out a breath and then she hears you groan and she sits beside you on the bed. You open your eyes and you see you’re in Regina’s vault and then see Regina looking at you with a smile.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She asks you.

“Like I got knocked out by the ice bitch.” You say and she chuckles.

“Technically the tree knocked you out.” She says and you look at her and roll your eyes. “You’ll never guess what happened just a couple minutes ago.” She says.

“What?”

“Emma admitted that she wants to be friends with me.” She tells you and you tilt your head.

“I think I hit my head harder than I thought cause I thought you said that Emma wants to be friends with you.”

“Oh, you heard that right and I’m just as surprised as you. What’s even more surprising was I told her that I don’t want to kill her.” She says and you snort.

“Look at you making friends.” You tell her playfully and she rolls her eyes before you wrap your arms around her chest and pull her down onto the bed.

“Ahh!” She yells out as it was unexpected and then she giggles.

“You know I’m quite comfortable where I am and I don’t think I want to move.” You say and she nods before she gets under the covers with you.

You both wake up to Regina’s phone ringing and she takes her phone out of her pocket and answers it.

“Hello?...Hi Swan… what?....ok we’ll be right there.” Regina says and then looks at you, who's smiling. “What are you smiling at?” She asks you.

“Your new friend called you.” You tell her and she lightly slaps your arm before she waves her hand and you’re suddenly in different clothes.

“We have to go to the sheriff station.” She tells you and then teleports you right outside and you both walk in.

“Hey Y/n, how are you feeling?” Emma asks you and you see Emma, Hook, Snow, David and baby Neal there.

“Much better, Regina healed me and then I went to sleep and I feel a lot better.” You tell her. Then Elsa, Henry, Belle and Gold appear.

“So why did you call us all here?” Gold says and Emma points to the tv.

“This is the reason.” Emma says and you all watch the tv. You watch a video of a younger Emma and then the Snow Queen appears on the tv and that catches everyone’s attention.

“Emma, that’s you. You must be…” Snow says in amazement.

“13, maybe 14.” Emma finishes the sentence with.

“Are you missing the part where she’s with the Snow Queen? Emma, you knew her before you came to Storybrooke?” Regina asks her.

“Apparently, my run-in with her in town wasn’t the only memory that she erased.” Emma says. “All this time in this foster home, or whatever that place was, it’s gone.”

“How did she even get here? I mean we’ve had to cast curses just to get here.” You say and Emma turns around to look behind her.

“We were hoping Gold could tell us that. You spent more time trying to get here than anyone, how the hell did she do it?” Emma asks him and he looks clueless.

“Considering the time I’ve spent on the same task, I’d love to know.” Gold says.

“Does it really matter how she got to Emma? I mean shouldn’t we be more concerned about why?” David asks.

“Obviously she needed her for something, but what? Well, that’s our next problem.” Regina says with a smile and wraps an arm around your waist.

“Well we know she’s hiding somewhere in the North Woods. We combed every inch of her shop, we tore apart her house, she must have cleared everything out days before.” David explains.

“Which means she’s hiding something, and we have to figure out where.” You say.

“What about her ice cream truck?” Henry suggests.

“Whoa, Snow Queen has an ice cream truck?” Emma asks.

“I’m a kid, I notice these kinds of things.” Henry says and Emma looks impressed.

“We split into groups, we search the town, the woods.” David says and you all nod. “Hook, Regina, Emma, you take the west. Gold you’re with me for the East.”

“I think we all know I work best alone.” Gold says.

“No time to argue that. Belle and Y/n, either of you good with tracking?” David asks you both

“I think I’d be more helpful in the library. Maybe I could dig up something on the Snow Queen.” Belle says.

“Do you mind if I go with you Belle?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Sure, wouldn’t mind my fellow bookworm with me.” She says and you smile at her.

“I’d like to come with the both of you as well, if that’s ok. Maybe something about my sister will be there too.” Elsa asks you both and Belle looks a little shocked. “Unless you’d rather not have the company.” Elsa adds.

“No, not at all, Y/n and I would love some.” Belle tells her.

“Actually Y/n, I’d prefer if you were with me, so I could protect you.” Regina says and you look at her.

“Regina, you have more of a chance of running into her than I do as you’re looking for something of hers.” You say. “Plus, Elsa will be there.” You add and she sighs.

“Alright but be careful.” She tells you and you nod. “Elsa, make sure you protect both of them.” Regina tells Elsa and Elsa nods. “What?” She asks you as you look at her weirdly.

“Didn’t know you cared about Belle.” You tell her.

“She’s your friend, that’s the only reason.” She says to you and you give her a kiss and a hug before the three of you head to the library.

About an hour later, you, Belle and Elsa are flipping through books when Elsa asks you a question.

“Hey Y/n.” She says and you look up from the book and take the pen out of your mouth.

“Ya?”

“What is Regina like? I haven’t spent much time with her but she seems trustworthy, but I’m not sure.” She tells you.

“Oh, well you can definitely trust her. She was evil before but she’s changed since then.” You tell her.

“Ya. she locked me in her tower for 4 years and then in an asylum for 28 years.” Belle says and you look at her.

“Which she’s apologised for and if she didn’t lock you in her tower then we wouldn’t be friends.” You tell her and she shrugs.

“True.” She says and then looks at Elsa. “Regina is trustworthy, also if anything you ask her ensures Y/n’s protection then she’ll do it.” Belle adds.

“I’ve seen how she protects you, she seems scared to lose you all the time.” Elsa tells you.

“She is, but she’s lost everyone else that she’s loved, so I don’t mind.” You say.

“You wanted to get away from her for a day back in the Enchanted Forest after Zelena kidnapped you.” Belle says.

“Well she went into over protective mode and wouldn’t leave me alone for a second.” You say. “But how else do you expect her to react when her sister puts her girlfriend in danger?” You ask and Belle chuckles.

“You people have the most interesting stories.” Elsa says and you hum.

“So many.” You say.

An hour later Belle leaves to go do something and you and Elsa are left to look at some books.

“Y/n, look at this.” Elsa says a few minutes later and you go over to her.

“What did you find?”

“It’s this heraldry book I found of my family. Look, there’s me and Anna, but in the previous page, there’s my mom, Gerda, and then 2 sisters, including the Snow Queen.” She says and you look at it.

“The Snow Queen is your aunt?” You ask her and she nods.

“Apparently, I didn’t even know my mom had a sister, let alone 2 that she never told me about.” She tells you.

“I guess ice magic runs in the family.” You say and look at the book. “Her name is Ingrid and the other one is Helga. And you’re positive your mother never mentioned any of them?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“I’d remember if my mother told me that she had a sister with ice magic.” Elsa tells you and you hum.

“You should show this to Emma, I think this might be helpful.” You tell her and she nods. “I’ll stay here and I’ll notify anyone if I find anything.” You add and she leaves the library.

An hour later you feel hands on your shoulder and you jump from the surprise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you sweetheart.” Regina tells you and you relax in her hold.

“Was just focused on finding something.” You say and she hums before she looks at the book.

“You’ve been here for hours, take a break.” She tells you.

“I guess a small one.” You tell her and she sits down in the seat next to you.

“Where’s Belle and Elsa?” She asks.

“They left to go do something else. Belle left a couple hours ago for something she had to do and Elsa found something and went to tell Emma.” You explain.

“So you’ve been here alone and unprotected?” She asks.

“Relax, I’m fine and the Snow Queen has nothing against me or you.” You tell her. “I was in more danger when your sister was threatening the town as she hated you.” You say and she hums and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I guess you have a point.”

“I’d be more worried about Henry as the Snow Queen knows that Henry is her son and has a fascination with Emma.” You tell her.

“Believe me when I say I’m always worried about Henry.” She says.

“Oh I believe you as you protect those you love.”

“Am I over protective?” She suddenly asks and you shake your head.

“Some people might say yes but I like it, I feel safe with you. Although it’s probably due to all the fantasy books I’ve read and always wondered what it would be like to have someone willing to risk their life to protect me.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I would risk my life to protect you or Henry without a second thought.” She tells you and you smile.

“I know.” You tell her and then Emma, Elsa, Hook and Belle come into the library. “What are you guys doing here?” You ask them.

“We were looking for Regina and didn’t find her at her house, figured she’d be with you.” Emma says and Regina gets up.

“What’s up?” Regina asks them.

“We need you to find a specific spell in your book so we can learn more about it.” Emma tells her.

“What’s it called?” She asks.

“The Spell of Shattered Sight.” Belle tells her. “If she casts it then she can make this whole town turn against each other.” She says and you look at Regina.

“I’ll see what I can find.” Regina tells them and they all nod.

“Thank you.” Emma tells her.

“For tonight, how about I take us home?” Regina tells you and you nod. She then waves her hand and teleports you both home.

You both have a quiet night in that night, cuddled up on the couch, making dinner and have a nice dinner together before you go to bed.

“Y/n.” Regina says as she tries to gently wake you up. She then places kisses all over your face and you wake up and start giggling. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” She tells you as soon as you look at her.

“Hm, I guess I’m catching up on sleep.” You tell her.

“It has been a busy 2 months.” She says and you nod. “I’m going to my vault today to do some reading on that spell.” She tells you and you look at her outfit.

“In that sexy red dress?” You ask her and she chuckles.

“Don’t worry, if anyone tries anything then they’ll be sorry.” She tells you and gives you a kiss. “There’s breakfast ready downstairs for you. If you want to see me today then you’ll know where I’ll be. I love you.” She tells you and gives you another kiss.

“I love you too.” You tell her and then she teleports herself to her vault.

You slowly get up and go downstairs to eat before you get ready for the day. You decide to drive yourself to the library and walk in to see Belle there.

“Hey Belle.” You tell her and she looks up from the book she’s reading.

“Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d come help with anything. Regina is off learning everything she can about that spell.” You say to her and she nods.

“That’s good, and I’m just trying to translate this thing as I think it could help us capture the Snow Queen.” She tells you and you look at it.

“A candle?” You ask her and she nods.

“It can help capture magical beings and render them powerless.” She explains. “Gold says he has the candle and he’s looking for it but I just have to translate this right now. Do you know elvish?” She asks you.

“It’s been awhile so I might be a bit rusty.” You tell her and look it over. “I think it’s how to use the candle. You have to light it with magic and then blow it at the target.” You tell her and then you both work out the exact translation and write it down before Belle gets a call from Gold telling her he found the candle.

“Thanks for the help but I should take this to Emma.” She tells you and you nod before she leaves.

You decide to go see Regina at her vault, you get in your car and drive to the cemetery. You walk into the vault and go down the stairs and see her there reading a book.

“Hey you.” You say and she looks up from her book.

“Hey, what have you been up to?” She asks as she goes back to the book.

“I was at the house and decided to go to the library and I helped Belle translate a spell from Elvish to english.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Elvish huh? Didn’t know you knew elvish.” She tells you and you walk up to her.

“I decided to learn when I was your maid as there was a few books about how to learn it.” You explain and she hums as you wrap your arms around her waist.

“Did you come here to distract me?” She asks. “Cause if you did then it’s working.” She adds and you smile as you lean your head on her shoulder.

“Wasn’t why, just a lovely bonus.” You say. “Have you had any luck?” You ask her and she sighs.

“It says nothing that they don’t already know.” She says, frustrated as she slams the book shut.

“Hey, it’ll be alright.” You tell her and she turns to look at you and you’re forced to pull away.

“It’s not alright, if she casts this spell then I can turn against the two people that I love. If I end up killing you or Henry then I won’t recover from that.” She tells you and you give her a kiss.

“That thing I helped Belle translate, it was instructions on how to use this candle to capture a magical being and render them powerless. They’re going to use it on the Snow Queen.” You tell her and she looks at you in shock.

“Really?” She asks and you nod. “Well that is wonderful news.” She tells you and kisses you.

“How about I stay and help you look, maybe you haven’t come across it or missed something.” You tell her and she reaches beside her and hands you a book.

“Be my guest.” She tells you and you take the book from her and sit on top of the chest. An hour later she comes up to you. “Hey, Henry is at my place right now and he needs help with something real quick. I’ll be right back.” She tells you and you nod before she gives you a kiss and teleports out of there. She comes back about 10 minutes later and you both get back to your research.

“Hey Regina, can I ask you something?” You ask her and she looks at you. “What did you do for 28 years in Storybrooke? Like how did you keep yourself entertained?”

“Oh, well I mostly took care of Henry when I got him but before that I mostly enjoyed everyone's suffering, especially Snow White, and I watched over you. I wanted to make sure you were always happy, which is why I made you the town librarian.”

“Did you still watch over me after you got Henry?” You ask and she nods.

“I guess you don’t remember but you’ve actually taken care of Henry a few times when he was a baby, it was nice, pretending you were a part of the family. But it got hard every time as you never remembered so I stopped coming to see you altogether. But I still watched how you went to Granny’s every morning, ordered a coffee and some breakfast before you went to work at the library.” Regina explains to you.

“I guess you’re my stalker but it’s also sweet.” You say and she chuckles.

“This is where it explains what it does but nothing else.” She tells you as she walks up to you and shows you.

“This sounds very familiar, where did this originate from?” You ask her.

“I don’t know.” She says and you think about it.

“Wait a minute, I know where I read about it before.” You say and you get her to transport you both to the library and you search it up before you go get it. “Here it is, The Trolden Glass.” You tell her and hand it to her. It’s an ancient Norse legend and it’s where the spell originated from. I read the story when I was your maid and it intrigued me.” You explain to her.

“You read a lot of books in those 5 years.”

“I think over half of them.” You tell her and she smiles. “From having to scavenge for new books everywhere to having a library full of books was a nice change so of course I took advantage of that.” You say and then your phone dings and you look at the text. “Apparently they caught the Snow Queen. Emma just texted me to say thanks for the help and they’re questioning her at the Sheriff station.” You tell her and smile at her. She then transports you both to the house and she kisses you. “Can I ask why you decided on your sexy leather jacket and stunning red dress?”

“Has my outfit distracted you today?” She asks and you nod.

“Very much.” You say and she quickly brings you to the couch. You wake up before Regina does the next morning and you look at your phone. “Regina. Regina!” You yell as you wake her up.

“What? What is it?” She asks as she bolts awake.

“Apparently we missed a lot yesterday. Apparently Emma’s lost control of her powers and they can’t find her and want to know if you can bring over a tracking potion to help locate her. Also Henry apparently found her but she accidentally hurt him.”

“What?” She says and she quickly goes to her phone and looks at the texts. “I’ll stop at my vault and quickly make a tracker potion but then I want to go see my son.” She says as she gets dressed. You try not to laugh when she teleports herself to her vault and her shirt isn’t buttoned up all the way. She comes back about 10 minutes later and brings you to the Charmings quickly and walks inside. “Where’s Henry? Is he ok?” Regina asks everyone.

“He’s fine, he’s upstairs.” David tells her and she immediately takes a breath of relief. “We’ve been trying to call both of you all night.” David tells you both.

“Well sorry if we don’t respond to your every summons!” She tells him.

“We were a little busy.” You add on.

“I did bring that locator potion you wanted.” She tells everyone and puts it on the table. “Maybe next time try leading with thank you.” She adds and then turns around to Snow. “Now, may I see my son, please?” She asks her.

“You might want to finish buttoning your shirt first.” Snow says and she looks at shirt before looking at you and then back at Snow.

“I tried telling you but you kept teleporting everywhere.” You tell her as she buttons her shirt up.

“I was in a rush to get here.” Regina says and then goes upstairs to see Henry.

“Locator potion? How does this work exactly?” Elsa asks as she picks it up.

“You pour it over anything of Emma’s and it will lead you to her.” You explain to her.

“Like her scarf.” David says as he goes to pick up the scarf and bring it over. All of a sudden Snow gets a call from Emma and she talks to her for a bit before Snow turns around to look at all of you. “What did she say?” David asks.

“She said she’s going to get rid of her magic…forever.” Snow says and you look at her.

“What?” You ask.

“How is that even possible?” Elsa asks.

“She said it was all going to be over soon and she can’t wait to be home for a cocoa with cinnamon.” Snow explains. You watch them talk about it for quite a bit and you slump down on the couch. You watch as David goes to the bedroom as he follows Snow and you hear Elsa listening in on their conversation. You see Elsa suddenly grabbing Emma’s scarf and the locator potion and then leaving. You look at her in confusion before you go and follow her.

“Elsa, what are you doing?” You ask her as you go down the stairs after her.

“They want Emma to give up her powers instead of embracing them.” She tells you when you’re on the bottom level of the apartment building. “I’m going to find her and convince her not to give up her magic.” She explains to you.

“Ok, let me come with you though.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“You want Emma to keep her magic?”

“Regina has magic and it’s a part of who she is and I would never want her to get rid of it.” You tell her and she nods before you take the potion and pour it over the scarf and it starts to float and moves to where Emma is. “Let’s go.” You tell her and you both start following it.

About 10 minutes later Regina is convincing Snow and David that Emma shouldn’t get rid of her magic.

“Regina’s right. David, we’ve been rationalising and you know it. We cannot let her take what’s special about her.”

“I know.” David says.

“Well then let’s go get her.” Snow says and goes to get the locator potion. “Regina, your locator potion…” Snow says and Regina turns around.

“It’s gone.” Regina says.

“Where’s Elsa?” David asks and Regina looks around.

“Where’s Y/n?” She asks. “She can’t be stupid enough to go after Emma when Emma can’t even control her magic right now.” Regina says and immediately walks out of the apartment. “Let’s go.” She yells out at them.

“Y/n, maybe you should wait out here while I go talk to Emma.” Elsa tells you. “I just think hearing from someone else with powers would be better.” She adds and you nod.

“Ok, I get it, go stop her.” You say and she goes inside.

You stay waiting outside for a few minutes. When you put your hands in the pockets of your sweater, you feel something, something that wasn’t there before. You pull it out and open up the piece of paper to see what it was and you couldn’t believe it. It was a picture of you and Regina kissing, but it was the day she walked away from you all those years ago, when you were reading on that crate.

You then feel a burst of energy rush past you and then whatever was making the noise stopped. A minute later you hear a door open near you and you run to see Emma and Elsa coming out.

“What happened?” You ask them.

“Emma! Did you do it?” Snow asks her as everyone comes running.

“Y/n!” Regina yells as she runs up and hugs you.

“I didn’t, thanks to Elsa.” Emma says.

“Regina, I’m ok, nothing happened.” You tell her as she didn’t want to let you go.

“I was so scared that Emma might have accidentally hurt you.” She says as she pulls away and gives you a kiss.

“So, you’re magic? Are you in control of it again?” Snow asks Emma and you look at her.

“Absolutely.” Emma says and then she uses her magic and makes something similar to the Northern Lights in the sky before they transform into fireworks and you all watch in amazement. Regina has her arms wrapped around you and her head resting on your shoulder as you both watch.

“Mom, when did you get that?” You hear Henry ask and then Emma and Elsa both look at their wrist and see a ribbon tied to their wrist.

“Emma, what’s happening?” Elsa asks her. “It won’t come off.”

“Mine won’t either.” Emma says and then the ribbons start glowing.

“What’s happening?” You ask them.

“It’s like it’s funneling all my magic away, like it’s harnessing it somehow.” Elsa explains and you widen your eyes.

“Any idea what this is?” David asks.

“No, but I have a pretty good idea where it came from.” Emma says.

“I think I know.” You say and they all look at you. “She’s going to cast The Spell of Shattered Sight over the entire town. I read about the origins of the spell and the king studied dark magic for years until he was powerful enough to cast it over his entire kingdom. The Snow Queen needs your magic so she’s powerful enough to cast it over everyone.” You explain to them and you feel Regina hug you tighter.

“We have to stop her, she could cast it at any minute and everyone will hate each other.” Regina says.

“Regina, we’re all exhausted. We should get some sleep and figure out how to stop it.” David tells her.

“David is right, we should get some rest.” You tell her and she sighs.

“Fine.” She says and then teleports you both home.

“Regina, where’s the story book?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“It’s in my vault, why?”

“Can you bring it here, I have to show you something.” You tell her and she teleports away and reappears a minute later with the Story book. “I found this in my pocket.” You tell her and give her the piece of paper.

“What is this?” She asks you.

“That’s the day you first saw me, but instead of walking away, we met.” You tell her.

“Page 23.” She says and turns to page 23 and sees the picture of her walking away. “But this didn’t happen.” She says.

“It could have, it’s just a possibility.” You tell her.

“You said you found it in your pocket?” She asks and you nod.

“It just appeared there, like magic.” You tell her and she looks at it again.

“Your life could have gone either way. Things like this, like something appearing for you, doesn’t happen for villains or someone who thinks they’re a monster.” You say and she looks at you and she smiles before she kisses you.

“If the Snow Queen casts this spell then I could be the Evil Queen again and hurt you and Henry.”

“We’ll prevent it, we’re with heroes now and they always find a way.” You tell her and she takes a deep breath.

“Let’s go to bed, I want to hold you all night.” She tells you and you nod.

The next morning you get woken up by Regina’s phone ringing and she wakes up and answers it. You begin waking up yourself while she talks to whoever is on the other end.

“Y/n, we have to go.” She says and she gets up and throws some clothes at you. “They think she casted it.” She says as you both get dressed and then she teleports you both to the clock tower and you meet everyone at the top. You look out at the missing piece they took out and you see purple smoke in the distance.

“Y/n was right, my aunt is actually doing this.” Elsa says and hands over the binoculars to Snow.

“The Spell of Shattered Sight.” Snow says and then David takes the binoculars and looks himself.

“We open the mines and the vaults, we take shelter there.” He says.

“This is magic, it doesn’t care about ceilings. It’s started.” Regina says.

“How long do you think we have?” You ask her and she looks in the binoculars.

“By sundown. By sundown everyone in this town will start tearing each other apart.” Regina says and hands you the binoculars and you look to see the purple cloud coming closer and closer.

“Ok, the answer is simple.” Emma says and you all look at her. “Let’s not be in town.” She says.

“There’s still a huge ice wall surrounding the entire town.” You remind her.

“So let’s find a way around it.”

“We could try over it.” David says.

“Let’s all go to the ice wall and find out if we can.” Emma says and you all go down and you're being put in a car with Regina and Henry.

You all go to the ice wall and go up and take a look at it.

“Hardly an elegant solution.” Regina says and you snort.

“Nothing wrong with brute force if it works.” Emma says.

“If we can get over, we can build a frame, take people over one at a time.” Grumpy says and then David walks over with an axe and rope. He goes to smash it and it backfires. It throws him back and grows more ice as Emma, Snow and Elsa run up to David.

“Looks like that wall doesn’t care much for your brute force.” Regina says and you roll your eyes.

“Are you really being sassy right now?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“If we’re gonna win, we need to stop wasting time.” Emma says. “Mom, Dad, Leroy, go tell everyone what’s going on. When this goes down, everyone needs to be separated from their loved ones if they don’t wanna hurt each other. Killian, go to the waterfront, see if you can use boats to get some people out.” Emma says.

“We should warn Robin Hood and his men, his camp’s not far from here.” Regina says and you nod.

“Ok, go. Elsa and I are gonna talk to Gold, see if he has any ideas. Henry, come with us…” Emma says.

“No, he’s with us, I’m his best chance.” Regina tells her.

“That might not be true, Emma and I, I think we’re immune.” Elsa tells her. “These ribbons, if the Snow Queen wants us to be her sisters, then the curse won’t affect us.” Elsa explains.

“So I should definitely watch Henry.” Emma tells her.

“No, you’re a part of this nut job’s plan. I want Henry and Y/n near me as long as it’s safe for both of them.”

“It’s ok, mom. I’ll be fine with her.” Henry tells Emma and Emma smiles and goes to hug him.

“Be careful, kid.” Emma says and you see Regina look behind you all.

“We gotta go, this is happening now.” Regina says and you all look up at the sky and see the cloud approaching.

You go with Regina and Henry to Robin Hood’s camp and Robin sees you there and walks up to all of you.

“What do I owe this pleasure?” He says.

“It’s happening, you and your men need to scatter. All together like this, with all these weapons, you’ll kill each other once the spell hits.” Regina explains to him.

“Will! Will Scarlet!” Robin yells out.

“There’s no need to yell, I’m just here, Robin.” Will says.

“Emergency, break camp.” Robin says.

“Alright then, come on, little man.” Will says to Roland.

“I’m gonna go help.” Henry says and Regina nods as he goes to help Robin and his men.

“We’ll need to be away from each other as well.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“I know.” She says and looks into your eyes.

“What?” You ask her.

“I’m just trying to memorise you like this, with love in your eyes.” She tells you and you grab her hands. “Everyone besides you and Henry, they look at me with fear and hatred. The thought of you looking at me like everyone else does, it could destroy me.” She tells you.

“Hey, Henry and I will be far away from you so we won’t be looking at each other once the spell hits. And when it’s over, we’ll find the author and nobody will look at you with hatred.” You tell her and she kisses you. Your phone suddenly starts ringing and you look at it. “Just got a text from Emma to meet at the library.” You tell her and she nods.

“Henry!” She yells and he comes over. “Y/n and I have to go do something. Stay here and help them, I’ll come back for you before the spell hits.” She says and Henry nods. “Ok, let’s go.” She tells you and teleports you both to the library. You see everyone there and they seem to be looking at a map.

“We think Anna is trapped in the cave.” Emma tells you both.

“Sure, me and the guys can clear the tunnel.” Grumpy says. “We’ll have to work carefully, but we can do it.”

“Let’s go now.” Elsa says.

“Look at this mess.” Regina says and then looks at Snow. “A good mayor checks that these things are kept up to code.”

“Ya, well, if the mayor only has to worry about one villain, and it’s herself, that frees up a lot of time for infrastructure. I’ve had other issues.” Snow counters to Regina.

“It’s not hard to believe you two used to be family.” You say and they both look at you. “I’m just saying.”

“Leroy, how long to clear the passage?” Emma asks Grumpy.

“A couple hours, maybe. We can get right on it.” Grumpy says.

“That’s wonderful.” Elsa tells him.

“We don’t have a couple hours. Have you guys not been watching the clock? It’ll be sundown before you munchkins finish.” Regina complains.

“Dwarfs. Sister.” Grumpy tells her.

“Like I care.” Regina tells him. “Let’s just blast through and take the risk.

“That was Belle over at the diner.” David says as he enters the library.

“When did you even leave?” You ask him and he gives you a confused look before speaking again.

“Turns out they can possibly make the counterspell even if we don’t find Anna. They can pull the mirror dust out of the necklace and try to use that.” David says.

“It’s exactly the same?” Snow asks him.

“Almost, it’ll take a little longer, the process is difficult and…it will destroy the necklace.” David explains.

“So the necklace can save all of us or Anna.” Emma tells Elsa.

“No, it can do both, we have time.” Elsa says.

“We don’t. Exploring these tunnels could take days.” Regina tells her.

“So what’ll it be, folks? Save the town or find the sister?” Grumpy asks them. Elsa walks away and stares at the glowing necklace.

“This shouldn’t even be a conversation. If we don’t get the necklace to the fairies right now, we and all our loved ones will be hit by this vicious spell. It’s one woman’s life versus a whole town.” Regina complains.

“Regina, this is hard on Elsa. That necklace is the only thing she has of hers.” You tell her and she sighs.

“Maybe we just haven’t thought of an option where we don’t have to lose anyone.” Emma tells her.

“Mmm, you’re talking like a hero.” Snow tells her.

“Yes, like all you Charmings always do. But right now, that’s not your job. You’re more than heroes, you’re leaders, which means making the tough choice where someone has to lose and you have to say who.” Regina tells them all.

“I agree with Regina, you’re right.” Snow says and Regina looks at you in shock.

“I heard it too.” You tell her.

“We need to do what’s best for the most people. We need to give this town its best chance.” Snow says.

“I’m so sorry, but we have to let the fairies destroy that necklace.” David tells Emma. Emma sighs before she walks over to Elsa and gets the pouch with the necklace in it. You see Elsa walk to the elevator to the tunnels before you guys leave to Granny’s.

“The necklace, do you have it?” Belle asks you all.

“It’s right here.” Emma tells her and hands the pouch to the blue fairy. The blue fairy checks the pouch and a few rocks fall out.

“It’s pebbles from the mine.” She tells you all.

“She tricked us so she can use it to keep tracking down her damn sister.” Regina says. “I should know better than to trust blondes by now.” She adds and you quirk your eyebrows at her. “What?” She asks you.

“Nothing.” You say.

“We should go back and get it.” Emma says.

“No, it’s too late.” Belle tells you all.

“Too late? Already?” Snow asks her.

“By the time you get back here, yes.” Belle tells her. “Without Anna being here physically, there’s no way to make a counterspell in time.

“Time for a hope speech? Virtues of blind faith?” Regina asks Snow.

“Well, it seems Elsa’s blind faith is exactly what’s screwing us right now.” Snow says, with a bit of anger.

“Coming from you, that’s just terrifying.” Regina says and you snort.

“Well, I’m not giving up. I know she’s down in the mines looking for Anna. I’m gonna go help Elsa find her.” Emma says.

“Well, then go, because right now, that’s our only shot.” David tells her and Emma leaves.

“We should go and get Henry somewhere safe just in case.” Regina tells you and you nod before she teleports you both to Robin’s camp.

You both get to the camp and spot Henry and call him over. He comes over to you both and looks at you.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“We have to get you somewhere safe now. Emma is trying to find a way to stop it but I want you safe just in case.” Regina tells him and he nods before she brings you all to the mayor’s office.

You watch as Regina seals Henry in the mayor’s office and then she turns to you.

“Y/n, you need to go. I heard that Emma is at the police station, so go there and she can lock you up.” She tells you and you nod.

“I love you.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I love you too.” She says and then kisses you. “Ok, go.” She says.

“Would you actually hate me during the curse?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“I’m sure deep down I have my reasons, just like you have yours.” She tells you and you run away.

You get to the police station and everyone turns to look at you.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Emma asks you.

“I was hoping you’d lock me up but I guess those spots are already filled.” You say as you see Snow and David in the cells.

“I can use the handcuffs on you if you want.” Emma offers and you nod.

“Thanks.” You tell her and she chains you to one of the desks.

A few minutes later you see Anna looking out the window.

“It’s here.” She says and you sigh.

You then look up and see the glass and it goes into your eyes.

You then start to see Snow and David fight and then Kristoff gets angry at Anna.

“Would you all shut up!” You tell them all and they look at you.

“Oh and you must think so highly of yourself.” Snow tells you and you look at her. “The one who thinks she changed the Evil Queen. You are so gullible! The Evil Queen doesn’t love you, she’s just playing with you!” She tells you and you pull on the handcuffs, trying to get out so you can hurt Snow.

“You’re so lucky that I can’t get free or else I would choke you to death!” You yell at her. “David is right, you are so spoiled and all you do is whine and give too many speeches about hope. Do you know how annoying you are!” You yell and then you see Emma leaving. “Oh look, your own daughter is leaving because of you.” You tell them both.

“Would you all be quiet please, the baby is sleeping.” You hear Anna say and you look at her. You then sigh and sit in a chair.

You see Anna trying to get through to Snow and David.

“Someone slip me a poison apple and put me out of my misery.” You hear Snow say.

“That would put me out of my misery as well.” You mutter but Snow hears you. “It would make you shut up and that’s what I want right now.” You say and Snow looks at you with hate. Half an hour goes by and you still hear them arguing at each other. “Oh my god! I’m gonna rip my ears out!” You yell and then you see Regina run in and you all look at her.

“Well, well, well, isn’t this my lucky day. I had come here to kill Emma, but now I get to kill the two idiots who started it all.” Regina says while looking at Snow and David.

“Hey I wasn’t the one that told Cora about your secret boyfriend.” David says.

“Are you selling me out?” Snow asks him.

“Shut up! You both deserve to die.” Regina says and you groan and Regina looks at you.

“Oh my god, all you do is whine and complain about that stupid boyfriend you had years ago!” You yell at her. “Boo-hoo, poor Daniel. You know some people move on!” You add and Regina looks at you with hatred.

“And I can’t believe I fell for you. I should have killed you in your village instead of saving you.” She says and you scoff.

“You know I wish you would have as well, that way I wouldn’t have fallen for such a bitch!” You yell and Regina conjures a fireball and throws it at you but she misses. She then starts choking you with her magic and you grab at your throat.

“I can’t believe I fell for such a brat. For all the years you worked for me, you just whined and complained about how you didn’t like me and what I was doing. I wish I killed you.” Regina tells you.

“Wait, Regina, you don’t want to kill Y/n, you love her.” Anna says enthusiastically. “Despite what you think right now you would never kill her.”

“They both seem to have their reasons.” Kristoff says.

“Who are you two? Go back to where you came from.” Regina says as she stops choking you and then sends Anna and Kristoff away. “Now where was I?” She says and looks at you. “Killing you for being such a brat.”

“Ya, you already said that, say something original.” You counter. “Or maybe I’ll follow it up with something that isn’t original either. Like maybe, you’re a monster and you’ll always be the Evil Queen!” You tell her. She then undoes the handcuff on you and grabs you by the throat and pushes you against the nearest wall.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” She says to you and loosens the hold on your throat.

“Ok, the day you casted the curse, I ran away because I never wanted to be with you ever again.”

“I said something I don’t know.” She says.

“I don’t love you. I mean how could I ever love you, how could anyone love you. Your son surely doesn’t love you. You kill people for enjoyment, I can’t believe I thought I could change you.” You tell her. “Go on and kill me.” You say and you see hesitation in her eyes.

“You’re not the person I want to kill the most.” She says and lets you go and you fall to the floor.

You then see her turn towards Snow White and watch as they have a sword fight. You then see Regina throw Snow across the computer desk with magic and she falls to the floor.

“You’re cheating to get your way? You haven’t changed one bit.” You tell her. “You ruined my life, and you ruined so many people’s lives. I hated you then and I hate you now.”

“I told you I wanted to protect you, and the only reason I need to do that is because you’re so weak, vulnerable and useless. I don’t know why I keep on protecting you, I should just let you die.” She says with a smile.

“So then what are you waiting for? Kill me and get it over with.” You tell her. “Be the Evil Queen.” You say and she conjures a fireball in her hand. All of a sudden the curse is broken and all the hatred is removed from your mind and you shake your head before you look up and see Regina.

Regina looks at the fireball and puts it out before she looks down at her outfit. “What am I wearing?” She asks and then you all start laughing. Regina walks up to you and wraps you in a hug and you hug her back.

“You tried to kill me.” You tell her and she pulls away with a smile.

“Well you kinda deserved it for everything you said.” She tells you and you giggle. “But I’m sorry for trying to kill you��multiple times, and for everything I said to you.”

“I’m sorry for everything I said to you as well.” You tell her and then she pulls you in for a kiss. “Also, get the hell out of those clothes.” You tell her and she smiles before she changes and then pulls you in for another kiss.

She immediately deepens the kiss and grabs the back of your head and uses her other hand to pull your body closer. She then pushes you to the wall and you touch all over her as you continue kissing.

“Can you do this another time?” You hear and Regina pulls away and you both look to see Snow and David watching you. “I’m happy that you made up but can you not have sex here.” Snow tells you both and both you and Regina start laughing.

“Did you really call me a brat?” You ask Regina and she shrugs.

“To be fair, at times you can be one.” She says and you shake your head in amusement. “But you’re a brat that I love.” She adds and you give her another kiss.

“Hey Y/n, about what I said to you before, you really did change the queen, she’s happy because of you and Henry.” She tells you and you nod.

“I know, and about what I said, I was right. You do give a lot of hope speeches but they’re always needed.” You tell her and she smiles at you before nodding.

“And what about the part of you wanting to choke me to death?” She asks you and you start laughing as well as Snow.

“You threatened to kill Snow White? I'm impressed.” Regina tells you and you smile at her.

“Let’s go find Emma.” Snow says as she brings the stroller, with Neal in it, with her and you follow her out. You’re all walking down the street, trying to find Emma and Elsa and then you see them with Anna. “Emma!” Snow yells and Snow and David go running to her.

“Mom!” You hear and both you and Regina see Henry running towards her. Regina immediately goes and hugs him. Once they pull away, Henry goes and hugs you.

“Oh!” You say in surprise and then you hesitantly wrap your arms around him. He then pulls away and goes to hug Emma. “Hey Henry.” You say to him once he pulls away from Emma and he looks at you.

“How did you get out? I thought Regina sealed you in.” You ask him.

“Hook was able to get me out.” He tells you.

“How was Hook able to get you out?” Regina asks him and he shrugs.

“I don’t know.” He says and Regina looks at you in confusion. Henry goes to talk to Emma and Regina turns to you.

“The only way Hook would have been able to get him out is with a potion that was given to him.” Regina tells you. “And most likely from Gold.” Regina adds.

“Why would Gold want Henry out?”

“I don’t know, and that’s what worries me. I want to keep a close eye on both of them.” She says and you nod and then your eyelids feel heavy. “I think first we need to get home and take a small nap.” She says and you hum before you rest your head on her chest. “We’re gonna go home as this one is falling asleep.” Regina tells everyone.

“Thank you for all your help, both of you.” Emma says to you both and you nod before Regina teleports you out of there.

“We’re home.” Regina tells you and you close your eyes as you can’t keep them open anymore and fall asleep in her arms. “Alright, looks like we’re going straight to bed.” She says and brings you to bed. You wake up a couple hours later with Regina stroking your hair. “Hey, I didn't want you to sleep longer and mess up your sleep schedule.” She tells you.

“Technically it’s gotten messed up since I started helping the heroes.” You say and she smiles.

“Come on, they’re bringing the ice wall down in an hour.” She tells you and you get up and get changed into something else.

“You know, I think purple suits you better than black.” You tell her as you see her put a purple sweater on and she smiles.

“Oh ya?” She says and you walk up to her and wrap your arms around her. “I really want to touch you but it might make me want sex.” She says and you smile. You then start moving your hands up towards her boobs but she grabs both of your hands before you touch them. “I can’t have you touching me either.” She tells you and turns around to face you. “Trust me, I really want to have sex with you but I want to make sure everything is safe first.” She says as she cups your cheek and you lean into her touch.

“Ok.” You say and she smiles at you.

“I’ll go make us some breakfast.” She says and then goes downstairs.

About an hour later you all meet up at the town line and stare at the giant ice wall.

“That is a lot of ice.” Anna says and you wrap your arms around Regina from beside her and she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“And it’s time for it to come down.” Elsa says as she steps forward.

She then starts using her ice powers on the wall and it slowly comes down all the way and all the snow and ice disappears.

“Ok, now can we go back home?” Anna says excitedly as she steps forward.

“Stop! Don’t take another step, that’s the town line.” Emma says to Anna.

“Right, but I want to leave the town.” Anna tells her. “Didn’t I just say that?”

“The wall may be down, but I sense that some of Ingrid’s magic remains.” Emma says and then sticks her hand out and a blue shield appears. “Yeah, leaving this town has never been simple. And Ingrid? She didn’t change things, she wanted to be here alone, with you and me. She wanted to make Storybrooke her ice castle and clearly she wanted to protect it.”

“So, how do we get back home?” Anna asks.

“Anna, you and Elsa are in another realm. Where you live is not beyond that town line.” You tell her.

“We need to find a portal or magic beans, or something.” Emma says.

“Ok, now I’m lost.” Kristoff says.

“Well, then let’s get one of those things, we have to hurry.” Anna says.

“No, we don’t need to rush, we need to be careful. Arendelle will still be there while we figure this out.”

“It might not.” Anna says before she gasps and looks at Kristoff. “Did we forget to tell her?”

“A lot of stuff was going on.” Kristoff tells her.

“Tell me what?” Elsa asks her.

“Arendelle’s been conquered, by Hans and his 12 brothers.” Anna confesses.

“Emma, we need to find a way back, now.” Elsa tells Emma.

“We’ll do our best.” Emma tells them.

“How about we eat while we figure this out? Anna, you have to try some of the food here.” Elsa says.

“Eating isn’t a bad idea, Y/n, are you hungry?” Regina asks you.

“We just had breakfast.” You remind her. “But maybe some hot cocoa would be nice.” You add and she smiles.

“Then let’s go get some.” She says and then leads you towards the car.

You’re sitting in a booth with Regina sipping on some hot cocoa and then she gets up to go to the bathroom.

“Mind if I take a seat for a minute?” You hear and then see Marian there.

“No, not at all.” You tell her and then she takes a seat in the booth.

“Haven’t had a chance to talk to you at all, and to properly thank you for saving us from, well from Regina.” Marian tells you.

“I saved you from the Evil Queen, Regina is a good person.” You say and she looks down.

“It’s still a bit hard to adjust to that. I was captured and sentenced to death by her.” Marian says. “You were her maid, how did you adjust?”

“It took some time. It took about a year before I started seeing the good person underneath.” You explain.

“And it doesn’t bother you that she’s killed people before? I heard how you two met, how she burned your entire village to the ground, and that doesn’t bother you?”

“She’s making up for her mistakes from the past.” You say and then you see Regina return.

“Marian, how are you settling in?” Regina asks her.

“Uh-I’m doing good, Your Majesty.” Marian says to her.

“I go by Regina now.” Regina says to her and Marian gets up.

“I’ll see you around, Y/n.” Marian tells you and then leaves.

“She still thinks I’m a monster.” Regina says as she sits down.

“She just needs time before she sees you as the hero you are.” You tell her.

“Face it Y/n, we can’t find the author and without them, everyone will always see me as a villain.” She says defeated and you move to the other side to sit beside her and she moves over to make room for you.

“You once thought that villains don’t get happy endings.” You start but she cuts you off.

“That’s when you still hated me. I had to watch you from afar for 28 years.” She says and you smile.

“Yes, but think about it now, you have Henry, a son who loves you, and you have me, a girlfriend who also loves you. Do you think villains have 2 people that love them?” You ask her and she sighs.

“I guess not.” She tells you and you give her a side hug.

“Even if we don’t find the author, there’s people who know how much your heart has changed.” You say to her and she smiles.

“You’re right.” She tells you.

“So yesterday I got to see your sword fighting skills. You’re pretty good.” You say and she chuckles.

“I actually haven’t done sword fighting in awhile, I’m surprised I remembered.” She says and you smile.

“Will you continue teaching me?”

“If that’s what you want then of course I will.” She says as she leans her head on your shoulder.

“I do want to keep learning, if this is going to be our lives then I should learn how to protect myself just in case.” You say and she smiles.

“Hey you two, just want to thank you both for helping.” Emma says as she comes over.

“I didn’t really do much, all I did was call your mom a spoiled brat.” You tell her.

“Ya she told me about that, but I was talking about before the spell was cast.”

“Oh, well you’re welcome.” You say and then she goes to talk to Hook who just came in. You and Regina talk until you hear Emma behind you talking to Anna, Elsa and Kristoff.

“So Hook says that he and Gold found a portal to take you back to Arendelle.” Emma says and Regina furrows her brows. You watch them all leave right away while you and Regina stay behind to eat your meals.

20 minutes later you get a call from Emma and you answer it right away.

“Hey Emma, what’s up?” You ask her and then Regina comes over and listens to the call.

“Gold lied to all of us, meet us right now at the clock tower.” Emma says and then she hangs up.

“I knew it, Gold would never change.” Regina says and you both leave and cross the street to the clock tower and you see Belle running in while you and Regina follow her. You all take the elevator to go up and you all get frozen. You then see Belle run up and she goes and takes the dagger.

“I don’t understand, why can’t I-” Gold starts to say as he can’t crush Hook’s heart

“Because I commanded you not to.” Belle says and Gold turns around to see her there holding the dagger. “Drop the heart.” She commands him and he drops the heart and Hook catches it. “Now release everyone.” She commands next and she unfreezes all of you. Regina holds onto you as you all watch what Belle commands next. “And now, now you can take us to the town line. Because we need to be alone for what comes next.” She tells him and you know she’s beyond pissed. You then see Rumple transport him and Belle to the town line.

“She’s going to make him cross the town line.” You say out loud and everyone looks at you. Regina then holds you tighter and kisses your forehead.

“I think it’s safer for everyone that way.” Regina says and you nod.

“Probably.” You say and then you all head back to Granny’s.

Emma comes back from giving Hook his heart back and comes to stand next to you and Regina at the counter.

“I could use a drink, wanna join me?” She asks you two and you both look at her.

“Sure, why not?” Regina says and Emma orders 3 shots.

“So, what now?” You ask and they both look at you.

“What do you mean?” Emma asks.

“The Snow Queen is gone, our visitors went back to Arendelle and Gold was casted out of town.” You explain. “There always seems to be something happening here.”

“Well I think for now, we should just enjoy the peace and quiet that we have.” Regina tells you and then the shots are given to you all and you drink. As soon as you drink, Henry comes barging in and you all look at him.

“Whoa, kid, slow down!” Emma tells him.

“Mom! Mom! Y/n! I found something big. You’re gonna want to see this.” Henry says with a smile.

You all then go to the sorcerer’s house and you follow him through the house.

“So Henry, what’s going on?” You ask him.

“After you guys left, I stayed behind to look around, and I found something.” He says and then he grabs a lamp and pushes it down. Then the wall starts to move and you quirk an eyebrow while Regina looks at you quickly before you all walk in the secret room.

“A library.” Regina says and then looks at you. “This must be a fantasy of yours.” She says with a smile and you chuckle.

“A secret library?” You ask and she nods. “There’s so many books in here.” You say as you go to a wall and look at some of them.

“It’s not just a library, look.” Henry says and goes to a wall and takes out a book.

“That looks just like your book.” You say and he nods.

“Only it’s blank. They all are” He says and then looks at Regina who’s looking at the empty Storybook. “And if this place is full of potential Storybooks…” He says and she looks at him with a smile.

“Then maybe this is the author’s house. Henry, you did it.” She says and gives him a hug before she gives you one.

“Did what? What’s going on?” Emma asks you all.

“Well, uh…we were looking for the author. I was hoping he could write me a happier story, where I won’t be looked at as the villain by everyone.” Regina explains to Emma and you nod.

“We called it Operation Mongoose.” Henry adds and Emma smiles and puts her hand on Henry’s shoulder.

“I like it, it’s got style, I’m in.” Emma says and you all look at her.

“You are?” You ask her, surprised.

“Everyone deserves a happy ending and not to be defined by their past.” Emma says to her and you give Regina a side hug.

“What do you say we go celebrate this victory with a movie? I was quite interested in those Walt Disney made fairytales.” You say and Emma and Henry look at you with an amused look.

“I think your favourite part about the Snow White one that we watched was seeing how I was portrayed.” Regina says and you shrug. “But I like that plan, you both wanna join us?” Regina asks Henry and Emma and they both nod. You then all head to Regina’s place to celebrate the victory. While watching the movie, Regina brings you closer to her and smiles at you.

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Chapter 4. Plans Change, People…

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Warnings: 18+ only. This chapter in when the spice starts! Fingering, oral both male and female receiving

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You sit curled up on your couch. Jethro’s tucked next to your hip, while you edit some wedding dress shopping footage. You’d yet to fall in love with one but it was hard to fall when you didn’t know what to dress for. You and Steve have yet to set a date or a venue. More like you and Sam have yet to set a date or a venue. But you did decide on spring. Not too hot, not too cold. You just didn’t know where. Steve was ‘happy as long as I’m with you, little movie star’ and Sam and Bucky were absolutely no help at getting intel out of their best friend.

You scroll through yet another list of wedding venues in New York City when your hear a pulsing vibration.

“A ghost?” You ask Jethro but he just ignores you until you get up to investigate. He lets out an irritated chirp before curling up on the cushion you vacated.

You enter your bedroom and see Steve’s phone about to fall off the nightstand as it continues to buzz.

“Natasha?” You question seeing the red head pop up on the screen.

“Hello?” You answer slowly.

Theres a pause on the other end of the line. “Where’s Steve?” A women’s voice asks.

“Um, he doesn’t have his phone right now,” you explain. No one’s ever called him while you were babysitting it. It made you wonder if the only people with the number were you, Bucky, and Sam. “You should call his work phone if you need to talk to him.”

There’s another pause. “You’re the girl?”

“The-“

“Hold on, I want to see you.” The FaceTime alert makes the phone start vibrating again. You answer not really knowing what to do.

“Hello?” You repeat as Natasha appears on the screen. She’s just as gorgeous as she is in the photos.

“Hey,” she smiles. A little part of you melts. You think you’re in love. “I’ve been meaning to track you down.”

“Track me…?”

“I’m Natasha. Steve’s friend. Nice to finally meet you.”

“He told you about me?” You ask, a little taken aback.

“He doesn't shut up about you. I think the entire east coast knows America’s most eligible bachelor found his new best girl.” You smile at the knowledge and glance away from the screen. “Tell me about yourself.”

“Um, I’m a social media influencer. I have 2 million followers-“

“You live in Anaheim, 1801 East Katella Ave, apartment 270. You drive a Lincoln Corsair, born in Silicon Valley to a tech mogul mother and an absentee father, graduated from UC Berkeley with a degree in psychology. You applied to a med school but they didn’t think you were well rounded enough. So you started an Instagram, then a TiktTok, moved to LA and now we’re here. I know all that. Tell me something Rogers doesn’t know.”

You blink at the woman. You instantly understand why Steve keeps her at a distance.

“I-I don’t know. I drool when I sleep? I’m prone to yeast infections? I have a weird leg to body ratio? What doesn’t he know?”

She gives you a smug little smile. “You don’t have much of a relationship history outside of your friend group so you don’t date much. He seems to be doing whatever he can to keep you happy. And you seem happy…you’re falling for him?”

You cringe back from your phone then remember she can see you. “Aw, you are! Cute! Anyway, you seem fun. We should do coffee. Are you still getting Panera at 7:45 tonight? Maybe I’ll meet you there.” Oh my God. She even knew about your Panera runs!

“Who are you?” You breathe.

“Yeah, we’re gonna be good friends,” she grins. “I’ll talk to you later.” She waves to the camera and you drop the phone on your bed.

“Steve,” you whisper. You grab your own phone and send him a text message as fast as your thumbs will type.

He’s taking far too long to respond for how your heart is racing.

Then your phone vibrates with a call. “Steve! Natasha-called-and-she-knew-all-this-stuff-about-me-and-she’s-going-to-meet-me-at-Panera! I’m so scared!”

“Star,” Steve chuckles. “Relax. That’s just Nat being Nat. She’s in Venezuela. She’s not going to ambush you at Panera.”

“Why does she know so much about me?” You whine.

“She deals in intel. After the whole Sausalito thing, I needed some solid information on you.”

“You did a background check on me?” You accuse.

“I got far more than background. I know Natasha is…a lot but she’s good people. Don’t let her get in your head.”

“And I thought she was so pretty,” you whimper.

Steve just laughs at your statement and makes a comment on the other side of the phone that you don’t catch.

“I have to go, little star. I’ll text you tonight?”

“Okay,” you sigh trying to calm yourself down.

“Be good for me?”

“Okay,” you can’t help but smile at his request. “I miss you.”

“Miss you, too. Bye, little star.”

“Bye.”

You release a deep sigh and try to relax your shoulders. You were in a whole new world now. Steve’s world. You were beginning to realize you had a lot to learn here.

You get a text message from Natasha later that night saying that Steve said she can’t play with you anymore. You laugh at how disappointed she seemed.

I hope we can meet for that coffee someday you message back.

I’ll be at the wedding she assures you.

You sigh and go back to your voice over for an archery session with Kate. You notice a lot of comments asking about wedding updates and Steve. Blah! “Guess I have to drop some kind of couples content,” you mutter to Jethro. You are over wedding dress shopping and you were sick of this one sided venue fight.

Hmm…maybe…

You know everything about everyone. Where would Steve get married?

A read notification pops up immediately but Natasha doesn’t respond. Maybe she doesn’t feel like talking…

Your phone pings about an hour later.

There’s this old cathedral in his childhood neighborhood in Brooklyn

She sends the link to it on Google. Oh? Oh!

This is gorgeous! Why didn’t he mention it? It’s like a slice of Europe in New York! You can already imagine a cathedral train and the sun hitting the stained glass windows painting the church in beautiful colors. It’s perfect!

I love it! Thank you! You quickly reply

Don’t mention it

And to think you were terrified of her this afternoon.

You quickly forward the suggestion to Steve as your renewed interest has you thinking back to the dresses you tried on and what most fit the space.

How did you find out about this place? Steve responds a few minutes later.

Natasha

I guess she is good for something

You giggle at his comment

One thing down, a million more to go

I’m sorry I’m not much help with all of this. It’s a little hard to think about doing it all again

Oh? You frown slightly at his statement. Getting married again, even if it is all for show, must be so triggering. You didn’t even consider his side of things.

You’re a terrible fake fiancée.

I’ll handle it you assure him. It’ll be perfect

I trust you

The next day, the venue is booked, you choose colors and flowers. Kamala helped you choose cake flavors and Kahhori chose the bridesmaids dresses and a suit for Kate.

“You really don’t mind if the colors are burgundy and navy?” You ask Steve while you scroll through wedding bouquets that match the theme on Pinterest. “It’s not too…ugh?”

“What does that mean, star?” Steve chuckles. He voice sounds so deep and groggy, you just want to hear him talk more.

“Like, I don’t know, clashing?”

“It’ll be dark,” he yawns.

“Well, if it’s, like, mixed with greenery and white flowers. And I’ll be in white. Have you decided what color you’re wearing yet?”

“Have you decided what dress you’re getting yet?” He counters.

“Touché, Mr. Rogers. The groom is supposed to be surprised.”

“Don’t like surprises,” he mumbles.

“Are you falling asleep on me, old man?”

He hums softly and you hear the sheets rustling. “Maybe,” he grunts.

“Alright. Go to sleep.”

“I wish you were here.” His words make you smile and makes something stir in the pit of your stomach. You feel so loved when his says things like that. You shouldn’t but it sounds so right.

“I wish I was there, too. I miss your kisses.”

“My kisses?” He chuckles.

“Yeah, you always kiss my head and it makes me feel so warm and comfy.”

“Stop being so fucking cute.” You hear the smile in his voice before he yawns again.

“Go to sleep,” you repeat.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Goodnight.”

“‘Night, little star.”

You sigh softly and drop your phone on the bed. When did you fall so in love with him?

Natasha even knew it but she seems to know everything so that doesn’t really count.

Did he love you, too? He seems to like you, at least. The way he slept cocooning you, and the way he’d always makes sure you and Jethro were comfortable, and the the way he’d call you his ‘little star’. All of it said he was in love with you. He didn’t say it though. Probably because of this ridiculous situation that set you two up. He probably doesn’t want you to feel trapped. You certainly did before but you don’t anymore.

You want to be with him.

You feel like you’ve gotten closer to him in these couple of months you’ve been apart than in the entire time you were together. Every morning he’d wish you a good morning and he asks about your day every night. You really like that. He sends you flowers every Friday. You love that. After you decided on wedding colors, he sent a bouquet of burgundy roses and navy irises. Then he did something you absolutely did not expect. Jethro’s birthday was kind of a personal holiday for you. All of your friends knew and you normally had a whole weekend long party. You watched all of his favorite movies and he got all his favorite treats and tuna. You made him home made dole whips, got balloon bouquets. And the finale was a trip to the cat playground. It was in LA so it was an hour drive and he hates being in the car that long but it’s so worth it to watch him have the time of his life with the other cats. It was just a little local place and you brought treats for the other cats and little party hats for the ones that will wear them. But when you walked in, the facility was completely decorated from top to bottom with balloons, banners, streamers. There were gourmet cat treats adorning a table. There were even party favors full of toys and treats for all the other cats coming to the party.

“Did I miss something?” You ask the owner. You’d been coming here for years and you got to know the woman pretty well.

“A Steve Rogers sent a party planner to set all this up,” she smiles. “He said it’s for the Jethro’s birthday.”

“He did all of this?” You whisper. It almost brings you to tears as you watch the other cat parents filter in and ask what the occasion is just for you hand them a party favor and thank them for coming to Jethro’s party. It was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for you.

God, you really love this man.

He does so much for you, you just wish you could repay him.

“I have the best fiancé in the world! As you all know, it was baby Jethro’s birthday this week! I have a five year old, y'all! We went to Kitty Land in LA for his usual kitty play time and look at what Steve did! Handmade cat treats, party favors, and look at this balloon arch! It’s been so hard doing the long distance thing but he makes it easier with such sweet gestures like this. Look at these little guys! And Jethro made a new friend!”

You sigh as you scroll through the pictures of the party after you finished posting the TikTok.

You wish you could’ve shared the moment with Steve.

“You ready for dinner, little man?” You ask Jethro as he slinks out of your room, stretching along the way. He lets out a positive meow and you scratch his head.

“Dinner time, it’s dinner time,” you sing softly.

The door bell rings just as you stand up sending your cat scattering.

Friday evening around 6? Must be flowers.

You skip over to the door and open it without looking through the peep hole.

Once the door is open though, you quickly slam it back shut at the sight.

Those are not flowers.

A shoe catches in the frame stopping you from locking your unwanted visitors out.

“Ma’am, we’re with the federal bureau of investigations. We just have a couple of questions for you.” The man sounds very nice but you know better than to listen to anything they say. You’ve seen enough movies.

You pull the door back but only slightly, barely wider than the man’s foot.

“Can we come in?” There’s two of them: one woman in a black suit and the man asking the questions.

You quickly shake your head no.

“Then we’ll talk out here. Do you know Steve Rogers?”

“He’s my fiancé.”

“How about Brock Rumlow?”

You search you mind for the name but you’ve never heard it before. You shake your head again.

“Were you in New York August 18th?”

“What’s this about?” You ask.

“We’re investigating a murder, ma’am. Just answer the question.”

You swallow loudly. “I-I don’t feel comfortable with this. I want a lawyer or something.”

“You’re not detained. We’re not forcing you to say anything,” the woman sighs.

“I was in New York, but I don’t know that name. I’m sorry.”

“Alright, if you can think of anything, here’s my card.” The man passes you a white card with an official looking seal on it.

“We’ll be in touch,” the woman sighs.

You just nod and take the card before securely locking the door. You take a deep breath and lean back against the door.

What just happened? Who were those people? You turn the card over in your hand

Agent Phil Coulson.

Your breaths start to shake as you attempt to think.

“Steve,” you whisper.

You run to your phone left abandoned on the couch and quickly dial his number.

“Little star,” he greets far too cheerfully for the situation. “What-“

“Steve! The FBI just came to my house and they asked me if I knew you and-“

“Stop.” There’s that harsh voice that you hadn’t heard since you first met him. Your jaw clicks shut at the word. You almost shrink back at his tone but he keeps talking. “Pack your stuff. I’m sending the plane. Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t answer the door unless I tell you to.”

“Steve,” you whimper. “What’s-“

“Stop talking. Pack your stuff.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

“I’ll see you soon.”

You nod then remember he can’t see you. “Okay.” The phone call ends abruptly with you still holding the phone up to your ear.

“Okay,” you whisper. Jethro chirps at you from under the couch before rubbing against your leg.

“Okay,” you repeat once move. “Dinner. Then packing, okay?”

Thirty minutes later Steve sends you an ETA for the plane. You had about five hours to pack up yourself and your cat and maybe take a little nap but honestly, you were far too wired to rest. So you busy yourself with packing and once you’re done with that, you busy yourself with cleaning. You’ve finished sweeping and you at least cleaned the bathrooms before your phone starts vibrating.

Sam’s outside Steve messages.

You stand on an upside down trash can and look through the peep hole, learning your lesson. There he is, waiting outside for you.

You quickly unlock the door.

“Come here, girl,” he bids and you quickly fall into his arms. “It’s okay. We’re gonna get you home,” Sam promises. Home. Steve’s home. “You ready?” You nod and a driver comes in to collect your luggage. You tote Jethro and your computer bag and follow Sam downstairs.

Once you’re on the plane, the two of you sit in palatable silence. You try to distract yourself by keeping Jethro entertained but it’s his bed time and he’s not having anything to do with you. He just wants to sleep but he can’t relax in the strange environment.

You turn to Sam and a book rests on his lap as he’s fallen asleep, too.

You should try to sleep too but the day reels back in your mind over and over. Ugh!

You let out a soft groan and fall over in the seat next to you. Just a couple more hours of this.

Bucky meets you at the airport and he’s just as quiet as Sam.

Something told you Steve told them not to talk to you. You sit in the back seat and stare at the backs of Sam and Bucky’s heads.

“Can we talk at all?” You finally ask as the city comes into view outside of your window.

“I’m sorry, princess. Steve wants you fresh when you get to him,” Sam states sadly.

“Fresh?”

“It means he doesn’t want any outside influences. We can’t talk to you,” Bucky sighs.

“Not even you two?”

“Not even us,” Sam reiterates. You sigh and slump down in you seat. “We’re almost there.”

The world finally becomes familiar as you pull up to the building with Steve’s penthouse. But you don’t go down to the garage. Instead, Steve steps out of the building, his long trench coat billowing in the wind as steps up to the car. You can’t help but greet him happily, falling into his arms.

“Steve, I don’t kno-“ but he just shushes you gently. He holds you against him and runs his hand down your head to tangle his fingers in your locs.

“Not now. We’re going to go somewhere we can talk.” You just nod. You feel a bit more relaxed in Steve’s arms but everything is reaching a boiling point. Steve’s hand runs up and down your shoulders as he presses kisses to your temple.

Sam takes Jethro upstairs and returns relatively quickly before you all continue on through the city.

Bucky stops the car in front of a bumping club. Men and women stream in and out in skimpy dresses and fitted dress shirts.

“We’re going to talk here?” You question skeptically.

“It’s quiet,” Steve smirks down at you and you can’t help but give him a disbelieving laugh. You were dressed for anything but the club. Maybe for a Target run or the gym in your leggings and cropped sweater. You were also mentally prepared for anything but the club. Maybe an anxiety attack or a therapy session. “Come on, little star,” Steve bids and opens the door on his side. A bouncer exits the building and wordlessly escorts your group through a side door. Steve’s hand finds your lower back as he leads you through the dark halls. You don’t pay much attention to your surroundings. You can just hear a thumping beat and multiple sets of footsteps.

The bouncer opens a red velvet padded door which leads to a private room. A waitress quickly follows after him and takes the men’s orders. You request some water. You don’t feel like partying or being here in general. You just want to go home.

Steve’s home.

You take a sip of your water that’s placed in your hands to try to calm your nerves. It doesn’t help.

Once the waitress leaves, Steve’s pulls you into his lap on one of the plush couches that surrounds the room.

“Alright. Talk.” You take a deep breath to finally spill out everything that’s been on your mind. “Slowly,” Steve adds knowing you’ll spit it all out in one breath if you can.

You smile at his words and go over the entire incident in as much detail as you can remember. You hand Steve the card the agent left you. He looks it over. “That’s everything?” You nod. Steve hands the card to Bucky. “Don’t kill anyone. Just make sure they stay away from her,” he instructs the brunet as he leaves the room.

“Wha-“ you breathe at Steve’s command.

“Sammy, go with him. Make sure he doesn’t get out of control.”

“Out of con-“

“Little star,” Steve sighs, gipping your chin to make you face him.

“We came all the way here just for this two minute conversation?” You question before he can say anything else. “We could have talked at home.”

He sighs, looking outwardly frustrated by your outburst. He just holds your chin a little tighter, impeding any further speech from you. “Listen.” His voice takes on that dangerous growl that makes you want to shy away from him. “You don’t say another word about this. Not to me. Not to Sam. Not to Bucky. Not even to yourself. No one. Understand?” His hold on you loosens enough for you to nod.

The moment he releases you you ask, “Why did they come to my house?”

“What about ‘don’t talk about it ever again’ didn’t you understand?” Steve asks with a small smirk.

“But I have so many questions,” you whine.

“I understand. But I don’t want you any deeper in this than you already are.”

“You said that before and I still don’t understand! What are you hiding from me?”

The second the words leave your mouth, the padded door to the private room opens.

“They told me you had a reservation but I didn’t believe it until my security told me you were actually here. What do I owe the pleasure of having the Star Spangled Man grace my humble club?”

Your eyes widened impossibly at the man who steps through the door. This can’t be happening.

“We came for some quiet. Apparently that’s hard to find here, too,” Steve sighs. His grip on your waist tightens as you almost start to buzz with excitement. His hold on you seems to be the only thing holding you down.

“A little rendezvous with your new pet? You can’t do that at home, Rogers?”

“Quiet is a scarce commodity these days,” Steve counters. You start to practically vibrate in his lap before Steve finally spares you a glance. “Let me introduce you to my fiancée.” Steve taps your ass so you’ll stand up. He opens his mouth to introduce you but you’re already on your feet shaking the man’s hand erratically.

“You’re Loki Laufyson! Oh my gosh! I’m such a huge fan! I loved you in Ragnarok and The Dark World and I’ve seen all of your plays! Can you sign my phone? Can you sign my face? Can you tell me to kneel?”

Loki smirks at your words. “I think we can arrange-“

“No,” Steve grips you forearm and pulls you back to his chest. “You will not be kneeling for anyone.” That rough tone comes out in Steve that has you submitting against him. “One picture.”

“Do I get to choose the pose?” Loki asks. So much suggestion leaks into his voice that you nod excitedly until you see Steve’s face. Those daggers are back in full force. You quickly start shanking your head. “Fine. Something innocent that the future hubby approves of,” Loki sighs and holds open his arms for a selfie. You quickly snap a few photos. You didn’t expect him to be so tall in real life.

“If you ever want to be a little naughty, you know where to find me,” Loki adds quietly just before releasing you. You practically bounce on your toes back to Steve, giggles falling from your lips the entire way.

“If you’re done harassing my fiancée, I have a quick question for you. You had a run in with the feds. Do you know an Agent Coulson?”

“Nasty little bugger,” Loki grimaces. “Why? Is he on the hit list? It would really help me out if he was.”

“Afraid not,” Steve states shutting down the man. “He’s got a female partner. You know her?”

“How badly do you want to know, Mr. America?”

Steve crosses his arms over his broad chest as he thinks. “I got some new stuff from Venezuela. Just sourced it a few weeks ago.” Venezuela? A few weeks ago? “Really hard shit. We’re calling it tesseract.”

“Tesseract? Such a fucking pretentious name,” Loki chuckles.

“Yeah, well, fentanyl was taken.”

“Is it any good?”

“Got people dropping like flies left and right. I’ll send you a sample.”

“I don’t have much for a sample,” Loki goads.

“I don’t have much for junkie has beens either.”

Loki scowls at the blond. “Maria.”

“Maria what?”

“Like I said, I don’t have much for a sample.”

Your eyes ping pong back and forth between the two men as they negotiate.

“This is fucking powerful stuff. You don’t even know if you like it yet,” Steve counters with a small smirk.

“If I don’t, I know my brother will.”

“Fine. Tesseract and two dose of the serum.”

“Now we’re talking, Mr. Rogers,” Loki smirks. “Her last name is Hill.”

“Maria Hill?” Steve repeats earning a nod from the actor. Steve types something into his phone before focusing back on the man. “Pleasure doing business with you, Loki.”

“Leaving so soon?” Loki frowns.

Steve just grabs your coat and places it over your shoulders before picking up his own. “I’m a busy man. I’ll have your end dropped off tonight. Don’t use in all in one place.”

Loki scoffs as Steve leads you through the door and back out to his waiting car. He holds the the front passenger door for you before he drives away.

“I didn’t think he used hard drugs,” you whisper more to yourself than to Steve.

“Little star, you’d be surprised,” Steve sighs.

“He just seems so genuine in his movies and in interviews.”

“They say don’t meet your heroes.” Sound advice apparently.

“What about his brother?”

“Those two were my best customers when I was selling. Now they have to beg me for shit.” This is the most Steve has ever revealed about his seedy past.

“I met Thor a few years ago. He was so sweet,” you muse.

“Probably high as a kite,” Steve chuckles. “All you have to do is meet their sister and you’ll have the whole set.”

“They have a sister?”

“She’s their manager. They don’t talk about her much. She’s a bit of a tyrant.”

“They probably need that to stay in line.”

Steve smirks. “Probably. Are you hungry at all. Do you want me to stop and get you something?” You shake your head feeling more tired than hungry. Having all of that off your chest and on Steve’s strong shoulders felt like you lost 15 pounds. You finally feel like you can breathe. You open your mouth once more to ask him about it but his hand on your thigh reminds you not to.

Instead, you slip your hand under his so your fingers are interlocked. He brings the back of your hand to his lips to press a kiss there.

“We’re going to have to move the wedding up,” Steve mutters. “As soon as possible.”

“What? But-“ He grips your hand uncomfortably tight, making your voice die on your lips. “Okay,” you whisper simply. There’s no fighting this. Just go with it. “To when?”

“Next week.”

“Next week? There’s no time to get anything done in a week!”

“We’ll still have your big dream wedding but I need it to say you’re my wife on paper.”

You intake a sharp breath. Time to start thinking with your rational head. That’s what he’s doing. He’s trying to keep the two of you out of some kind of trouble…

“We can just elope. Make the big wedding a vow renewal in a couple of years. We’re just so in love, we can’t wait?”

“You’re the influencer. Is that what’s in now?”

“Big elaborate weddings are definitely out to save money for houses and trips,” you shrug. It wasn’t like that was an issue for Steve. But it will make you look much more relatable.

You’re drooping by the time you reach home. Steve can barely keep you awake long enough for the elevator ride.

You let out a yawn and break away from him to go to your room. You barely have enough energy to flop onto the bed.

Steve follows behind you to watch the whole thing play out as Jethro scrambles away just in time to miss your leg.

“That tired?” He chuckles. He picks you up and arranges the bed so you can be under the blankets. “Get some sleep, little star,” he bids and presses a kiss to your forehead.

You gasp awake. It’s far too hot and you need to pee and your arm is numb and you just fell from a 40 story building…

Ok, maybe that last one was just part of a dream.

You stumble out of bed anyway, trying to avoid your cat who has managed to make a bed between your scissored legs.

He gives you a questioning chirp despite your best efforts to avoid him.

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep,” you whisper and scratch the kitten’s head before rushing off to the bathroom. You barely managed to notice the sky outside is still pitch black. You wonder what time it is as you wash your hands and ponder returning to bed. You kind of want to take a shower…

6am on a Saturday? Blah! You need to go back to sleep on principle.

You opt for a quick shower but as you slide back into the enormous bed Steve got you and stare out the floor to ceiling windows as the sky slowly gets brighter.

Maybe you should go see what Steve was up to…

He’s probably asleep. You should leave him alone, you think as you tiptoe down the hall. His door is cracked open so you don’t even need to knock. You peak through and see his sleeping form still curled in his bed.

Of course he’s still asleep…

…

He wouldn’t mind if you joined him, would he?

You’d slept together before but that was after he invited you to his bed. So that was a forever invitation, right?

Before you finish rationalizing, your feet are already carrying you to his bed.

Your mind was back to reeling about everything that was going on. You just didn’t want to be alone.

You perch on the edge of the bed and watch for any signs of distress but he just keeps sleeping soundly. Snoring lightly as his arms curl over one of his pillows. He looks amazingly peaceful. You wish he could look like this while he’s awake.

You shouldn’t bother him…

You stand up and walk over to the other side of the bed. You notice a pair of glasses on his nightstand in the pale sunlight. You didn’t know he wore glasses. You pull back the blankets behind him and slide into the bed. God, he’s warm! The whole bed is a nice and cozy temperature so unlike your own where you move a fraction and you’re suddenly freezing.

You inch closer to him waiting for his breathing to sputter and for him to wake up. But he doesn’t. You finally reach his warm body and snuggle against him.

Mmmmm. Perfect. Your arms wrap around his torso and you fall asleep almost instantly.

You blink awake to the sound of running water and a clean smell. You let out a soft moan. You aren’t ready to get up. You turn over and snuggle back into the pillows.

Steve must be up and he already discovered you so why bother going now?

Well, maybe you should give him some space to get ready…

But you’re so comfy!

You pull the plush blankets up to your chin and start to doze off again. You vaguely hear the water turn off and resolve to waking up. You prop yourself up on one arm and rub your eyes with the other.

You let out a soft moan and yawn and stretch. When you open your eyes, you blearily see a figure. A very tall, muscular, and very naked figure.

Steve stares back at you for a moment with a towel in his wet hair.

There’s a pregnant silence between you as you watch each other. Your eyes can’t help but wonder down his naked body before snapping back up to his face.

The action seems to break whatever spell is over the two of you.

“Shit,” Steve hisses and drops his towel to his waist.

“Sorry!” You squeak at the same time and avert your gaze to the bed under you.

“No, no! I should’ve known you’d be awake.”

“No, I invaded your space without permission,” you quickly counter.

There’s a brief silence after your statement. “You don’t need permission to sleep with me.”

“I don’t?” You whisper and hazard a glance up at him.

He secures his towel around his waist and looks back up at you. “Never, little star.”

You watch each other for a moment now that he’s covered. Well, relatively covered. “I guess we’re even now,” you smile.

“I guess so,” Steve smirks and approaches the bed. “Is everything okay? Why are you in here anyway?”

“Um,” you sigh as he sits on the bed. “I guess, I just, I didn’t want to be alone,” you mutter.

“I get that.” Steve cups your face and directs your gaze back up at him. “Whatever I can do to help.” You nod. “It was nice to wake up next to someone,” Steve smiles.

“I really did miss you while I was home,” you admit.

“I missed you too.” He leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your lips. Something flutters deep inside you and you smile against him.

“What are you so happy about?” Steve hums.

You just shake your head and grin. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“Nope,” you giggle and press another kiss to his lips.

“I think I know a way to get it out of you,” he grins and presses you down against the bed for an onslaught of kisses. You moan against his mouth as he finds his way on top of you, his elbows framing your face and his knees finding their way between your spread legs.

His kisses start to let up slightly as you chase his lips.

“Will you tell me now?” He mutters just breaths away from your lips. Your hands bend up against your chest, not really knowing what to do with them. He seems to notice and grips your hand to press a kiss to your palm.

“Maybe,” you smile.

“Maybe?” He repeats. “What do you want, my beautiful star? Cars? Houses? Power? You can have whatever you want.”

“I don’t want any of that,” you whisper.

“What do you want?”

“Just you,” you smile.

“You have me, star.” He presses one last kiss to your lips before flipping over on his back, taking you with him. You let out a silent gasp as you’re suddenly flipped over. Your hands land on his toned bare chest. Your skin flushes and you suddenly feel unbearably hot. “Now tell me what you think is is funny.”

“I-it doesn’t seem all that funny anymore,” you whisper.

“Oh no. You’re not getting away with it that easily.” His hands run down to your hips, holding you in place. Pinning you there under his ocean gaze.

“I just-it’s just you seem to enjoy my company more than Sam and Bucky’s.”

“Oh, I definitely do,” Steve grins. “I can’t do this with them,” he laughs.

“I mean, you could,” you giggle. “I don’t know how much they’d like it, though.”

“If I try, I need you there to back me up.” His laugh is so nice. It feels like it’s been far too long since you heard it.

You bend down and press another kiss to his lips. His hands travel further down over the curve of your ass. He squeezes you making squirm against him but he just spanks you in response. You smile against him and your kisses focus on sucking his bottom lip before trailing to his jaw.

“Hmm someone’s getting bold,” Steve groans as you nip just under his ear. “Where’d a virgin learn that?”

“You’ve seen my porn history,” you remind him.

“Fuck,” he moans and his body arches against yours and you feel exactly what you’re doing to him.

Your lips travel to the center of his throat just before you hear someone clear their throat.

“Sorry if we’re interrupting.” You hear the smile in Sam’s voice without even looking at him. Your face heats impossibly and you bury yourself in Steve’s chest.

Steve just groans tossing his head back into the pillows “You two are the absolute worst!”

“It’s not like you were going to fuck her,” Bucky laughs, leaning against one of the bed posts. “We figured you’d want to know we handled the little princess’s stalker problem.”

“Good. You did your fucking jobs. You want an award or something?” Steve mutters, exasperated. His tone makes you giggle as you peek out at the two men.

“Thank you, guys,” you offer in Steve’s lack of appreciation.

“You’re very welcome,” Sam grins.

“Don’t encourage them,” Steve warns softly. “We’re moving the wedding to next week.”

“Oh, because you two are so in love?” Bucky mocks before making a gagging face.

“That’s exactly it, actually.” You notice the blush on Steve’s face as he says the words. “At least that’s what we’re telling people.”

“Wait! Are you pregnant?” Sam asks, concern suddenly overcoming his features.

“No!” Both you and Steve cry at the same time. Why do people keep asking that?

“Up,” Steve sighs and taps your ass. You attempt to roll off of him as gracefully as possible.

“Shit, Stevie. If she wasn’t pregnant, you were ready to pump a baby into her,” Bucky laughs at Steve’s very evident hard on as he rolls out of bed and walks into the closet.

“Shut up!” Steve barks as he disappears through the double doors.

“We are really sorry for interrupting,” Bucky smirks but his words sound sincere.

“It’s fine. We probably needed to stop anyway,” you whisper.

“What are you two up to today besides not making me an uncle?” Sam asks sliding into one of the chairs surrounding the bedroom’s fire place.

“We just woke up. We haven’t really discussed anything. Maybe I’ll go try to find a dress or something for the ceremony…”

Bucky frowns at your statement. “You two should enjoy your weekend. Go see a movie or something.”

“Loki’s starring in a broadway show right now. I know how much you love him,” Sam suggests. You smile but shake your head. You’re a little conflicted about your love for him right now.

They do have a point though. You two hadn’t been on a proper date in over a month.

“Where are some good date spots?”

“You can do an escape room?” Sam shrugs.

“Stevie will end up breaking something,” Bucky laughs. “He likes to go dancing.” You quickly shake your head at that. You don’t like clubs or bars or anywhere dancing would normally be.

“Maybe a movie would be fun,” you smile.

“What do you like? Action? Horror? Romance?” Bucky asks with a lifted brow as he scrolls through his phone.

“What scary movies are playing?”

“Scarlet Witch: what will a mother do to get back her children?” Bucky quotes. “They’re saying it’s pretty scary. Maybe you can get Steve to hold your hand,” He goads. “7:30? 8:45?”

“Why are you two still here?” Steve asks walking out of the closet in much more clothes. A pair of grey slacks and a black polo cover up his perfect body.

“We’re planning you a date,” Sam grins.

“I can’t today. I have a couple of meetings,” Steve sighs.

“Bullshit,” Sam frowns. “I know all your meetings.”

“I can do things without you two,” Steve mutters.

“No need to be hostile,” Bucky sighs. “We’re just trying to make sure your girl doesn’t feel neglected.”

Steve looks down at you, still wrapped up in his sheets but you can just stare at a loose thread of Egyptian cotton.

“We’ll do something tonight,” Steve sighs.

You grin up at him. “7:30?”

“7:30.” He leans over in the bed and presses a kiss to your head. “If you go somewhere, take one of them with you.” You nod.

“Take care of her,” he instructs his friends.

You watch him as he leaves the bedroom and hear the front door close behind him.

“Where the fuck is he going?” Bucky barks at Sam.

“He’s got a lot going on,” Sam sighs. “Give him some space.”

“He’s so fucking dramatic.” You nod in agreement to Bucky’s statement. “What could he possibly be doing without us?”

You watch the two men for a moment before opening your mouth. “Probably jacking off.”

Bucky gives you a pointed look before bursting into laughter.

“That was a good one,” Sam agrees with a light chuckle. You think you’ve hung out with them enough for them to accept you into their fold. You feel pride at actually making them laugh.

“Since he’s gone, do you want to go shopping with me?” You smile up at the two.

A couple hours later, the three of you stop by Starbucks for breakfast than it’s off to Bergdorf for last minute dress shopping. You figured you can just get something off the rack for this last minute wedding. The judge won’t care if you’re not wearing a one of a kind designer gown. As long as you look good in it.

You found a dress you like but it’s just okay. You’re not really in love with it. And you refuse to compromise on this. You’ve made enough compromises…

And there’s plenty more shops to go!

“I’m tired of this,” Bucky grumbles as you peruse the racks of Bloomingdale’s.

“You can go sit,” you suggest.

“I’m tired of sitting!”

“This is only the second store,” you argue.

“How many stores are we supposed to go to?”

“Steve said one of you has to stay with me so suck it up,” you counter before sticking your tongue out at him.

“How about this one?” Sam asks, holding up a floor length silk gown.

“Too bedroom,” you frown.

“Don’t they have people to do this for you?” Bucky sighs, crossing his arms.

“They do, but shopping is therapeutic.”

“For who?” He barks.

You let out a defeated sigh as you finish looking through the evening gown section.

“Saks?” You ask Sam. He’s all in on this shopping trip and you love it. Maybe you should’ve left Bucky at home.

“Let’s do it,” he grins.

“Ugh!” Bucky groans.

You pass by the lingerie section on your way out of the store. A thought can’t help but come to mind.

“Hey,” you brooch the two men as you file into the town car waiting outside. “So, um, you guys know Steve better than anyone.”

“I guess,” Bucky sighs.

“I don’t think he’s told you this but I’m a virgin.”

“You’re a what?” Sam chokes on his coffee. Bucky’s eyes just widen at you and you start talking before either of them can say anything else.

“I know! You said something today and I realized he didn’t tell you which was really sweet of him to keep my personal business to himself but I need your help with something.” The words fumble out of your mouth in quick succession. You’re trying to do better so you make sure to pause between each word so they can understand you.

“You want us to break you in before the wedding night?” Bucky jokes earning a punch in the arm from Sam.

“How can we help, princess?”

“Um, I-I want to get something to wear for the wedding night,” you whisper as two sets of eyes watch you intently. “But I don’t really know what he’ll like…”

“I’m suddenly not tired anymore,” Bucky smirks.

“Cool it,” Sam scolds. “You’re sure you want us with you? Isn’t this kind of a friend thing?”

“My friends haven’t even met Steve. They won’t be much help. Like, what if I pick out a bunch of lacy frilly things and he’s more of a leather and chains guy?”

Bucky inhales sharply at your words and gives you a once over and that tells you he wants to say something wildly inappropriate but Sam rescues you.

“Honestly, you could wear a paper bag and he’d love it but of course we’ll help.”

You step into the nearest lingerie store and suddenly feel completely overwhelmed. There’s a lot of colors and textures and exposed skin to process.

“Hi! Welcome in!” An associate greets. “Let me know if you need anything.” You’re grateful that they seem to leave you up to your own devices while Bucky and Sam spilt up across the store.

You see something frilly and pink and immediately walk up to it. Cute. But definitely not sexy. Maybe Steve likes cute…

You think back to how he had you pinned under him and was about to make you his in every way. No, he probably doesn’t like cute…

You pick it up anyway. No harm in trying it on.

You’ve only found the one outfit when the sales lady steps up to you.

“Shopping for a special occasion?”

“Um, my wedding night,” you whisper.

“Oh! That is special! Which one’s the lucky guy?” She asks gesturing to the two men that followed you in.

“Neither. They’re my fiancé’s best friends.”

“Oh?” The looks of utter confusion on her face makes you laugh. “I know. We’re a little unconventional. I mean, we aren’t swingers or anything! I just figured I’d get a male perspective.”

She just hums and looks down at the set you’re holding. “What do you like?”

“Well, I’ve never really shopped for anything like this,” you admit.

“But I’m sure you’ve thought about it? You have to be comfortable, first and foremost.”

You nod. “Well, I like rainbows and hearts and pink. Maybe pastel purple. Girly stuff,” you shrug.

“I’ll take that and start a fitting room for you. And we’ll walk over to our softer things.” You nod and follow the woman to the corner of the store Sam and Bucky completely avoided.

“I like this section,” you smile.

“Have fun,” the associate bids and goes to help your companions.

Twenty minutes later you’re standing in the fitting area with your assigned associate, Jen. She lets out a deep sigh. “Alright, these are James’s picks,” she points at a cluster of dark leather and straps that intimidates you to no end. “These are Sam’s.” This group is just as dark but much more tame and full of lace. “And these are yours,” you couple of picks are the brightest part of the room right now. “Should we narrow it down before trying on.” You nod adamantly.

By the time you’re done, there’s about eight sets left. You’ve already decided you’ll probably get one from each pile. Now it was just a matter of picking which ones.

“I’ll go put these back. Let me know if you need any help.”

Then you’re left alone. You can hear Sam and Bucky chatting about nothing in particular in the sitting area outside of the dressing rooms. Maybe this is the part where you need some female guidance.

There was always FaceTime.

You try on the first few colorful ones you chose just to warm yourself up.

Maybe yellow looked really good on you. You turn and try to see your back side. You like it! One for the yes pile!

You like the first pink one you found too!

Okay. Maybe this would be easier than you thought.

Maybe not.

You hold up one of Bucky’s choices and Jen explained it to you very thoroughly before she left but you keep getting your leg tangled in the strap meant for the arm? Or maybe it goes around the back? This thing should really come with instructions…

“Hey, guys! Can you get Jen?”

“You need help?” Sam asks.

“Yes! But not from you two!”

“Oh, come on! We can help!” Bucky jokes.

“I’ll get her,” Sam sighs, ignoring his friend.

“Hey,” the woman knocks and you open the door.

“I know you told me how to do this but I think I’m stuck,” you laugh opening the door.

She giggles at your predicament. “Alright. We got this,” she assures you.

Once it’s on, you’re kind of shocked at how much you like it.

“Okay. I need, like, written instructions on how to put this on,” you insist as you turn in the mirror to get all of the angles.

“You like it?” Jen asked happily.

“I do! I think I found my freaky side,” you giggle.

“Oh, you already had a freaky side, princess,” Sam calls. You can’t help but laugh remembering he’s probably seen your porn history too.

You leave the store with two large shopping.

“Thank you, guys! This was fun!” You smile as you wait for the car.

Bucky just shrugs and sighs. “Steve better give me a detailed play by play when you wear that stuff for him.” You laugh at his statement and glance around the area. You’re near the fabric district here and there’s a fabric store across the street but that isn’t what catches your attention.

“That’s it,” you breathe.

You step out into the street just to get stopped by Sam before the car pulls up.

“Hey! Are you trying to kill yourself?” You don’t bother responding. You just point at the shop. “Okay. But we’re using the crosswalk,” Sam laughs tugging you along.

“It’s perfect!” You smile at the dress in the window. It’s looked like it was made of silk or satin but it was structured yet flowy, with a full skirt and train that looked just informal enough for a elopement but formal enough to know that it’s for a special occasion.

“It’s a dress,” Bucky grunts.

“Buck, we’ve been to three stores and she hated everything. I think this is important,” Sam rationalizes but you’re already half way in the building, phone out to capture whatever is about to happen because it’s bound to make good content.

You walk straight up to the counter to a brunette woman. “Hi, um, weird question, is that dress in the window for sale?”

“I’m sorry-“ she starts but the giant brunet behind you interrupts her.

“Name your price,” Bucky requests. “Ten grand? Fifteen? Rent around here must be crazy,” he goads.

The woman looks up at him then back at you.

“I’m sorry but that dress is just a display. It’s not finished.”

“Oh,” you frown. “Who designed it? Do they work here?”

“Actually,” she smiles, “he does. I’ll go get him.”

She disappears from the counter and into a back room.

She returns with a teenager stumbling behind her. He can’t be older than 16.

His gaze jumps between you and the two men behind you in confusion. “H-hi! Did you guys need help with something?”

“Did you design that dress?” You ask pointing at the window.

“Uh, yeah. It was just a project. Something to put out for fall…”

“Can you make me one?”

“Wha-“

“I’m getting married next week and I’ve looked all over LA and New York and this is the first dress I’ve fallen in love with,” you blurt out.

“We’ll pay whatever you want,” Sam states.

“Um, let me, uh, just consult with my aunt real quick.”

“Do it, Peter,” she smiles the second the words leave his lips.

“Alright. Let’s do it,” he grins.

“Is it okay if I film this?” You smile.

You’re measured and draped and pinned and hemmed and a mock up is made right there on the spot.

The shop keeper collects a bundle of white fabrics for you to choose from and you pick a bright white silk taffeta that looks amazing contrasting against your dark skin. You’re so in love already.

“Give me a couple of days and we’ll do the first fitting. Then it will just take me a day to make corrections.” You nod happily at your designer’s words. Sam give his aunt the down payment and you file back out into the street.

You let out the most content sigh you can muster since this whole ordeal started months ago.

“Guys it’s getting really real,” you sigh to your camera while doing your makeup. “Something came up and we decided to elope. We’re getting married sometime next week.” You already called Kate, Kamala, and Kahhori and told them the news. They complained for a moment about bridesmaids things and bridal showers but you explained to just wear something nice within the color range and Steve will pay for their last minute flights and lodging.

“We’re going to have a small ceremony, probably at the courthouse, with close friends. I finally found the dress today! You’ll have to wait for the wedding to see it but it’s perfect. Steve suggested doing a big thing in couple of years for our vow renewal but I think I like the idea of something small. We’re just ready to be one. And no, I’m not pregnant!” You laugh. “Anyway it’s probably our last date night as boyfriend and girlfriend. See you all at the alter,” you grin and end the video just as you hear the front door open.

His footsteps approach your room first and you look up happily.

“There’s my little movie star,” Steve smiles. He leans against the bathroom door and watches you go back to your makeup.

“How did your meetings go?”

He lets out a world weary sigh. “I’d rather not think about that.” You nod wanting to be his peace. “What are we wearing tonight?”

“I put some options out on your bed,” you instruct but he doesn’t leave. He just steps further into the room. He stoops over your seated form and wraps his long arms around your shoulders.

“Do I have time for a nap?”

“We have to leave in about an hour so I think so.” You smile at his reflection in your vanity mirror before picking up his hand and placing a kiss to the back of it. You notice his knuckles are bruised and raw.

“Steve, you want me to wrap this up for you?”

You’re already attempting to stand up but you realize you don’t even know where the bandages are.

“Oh?” He opens his eyes and examines his hand. “I guess I didn’t realize how messed up I got,” he chuckles.

You smile back at him and let him lead you to the first aid kit in his bathroom. You’re surprised you don’t ask him what happened. You wonder but you know the answer. He can’t tell you, he doesn’t want to get you involved, it’s best if you don’t know, blah blah blah. Why bother asking anymore?

The two of you settle on his bed while you assess the wound.

“Does it hurt?” You question while applying alcohol to the split skin.

“Not when you do it,” he grins making you giggle.

“There. All better.” You kiss both of his freshly bandaged hands.

“You’re the best,” Steve smiles.

“Get some rest. I don’t want you snoring during the movie.” You press a kiss to his forehead and move to get up but he grabs your hand.

He pulls you down into one of his breath stealing kisses making you smile.

You pull away slowly, glancing into his blue eyes.

“Stay?” He asks softly.

“I have to finish getting ready.”

“Please.”

You can’t say no to that. You curl around his large body and press another kiss to his lips. His hands run across your back, holding you close as he falls back into his bed. You smother your face into his neck and chest as he tangles his fingers in your locs. His breathing calms pretty quickly and it starts to lull you into a sense of comfort as well. You close your eyes.

Just for a few minutes…

You wake up and blink into the darkness. Steve’s weight rests partially on top of you. That groggy feeling that comes on when you fall asleep with the sun out and wake up and it’s pitch black starts to settle over you. You were supposed to wake up for something…

Oh shit! The movie! You tense up to sit up but find yourself hopelessly pinned under you fiancé. You probably missed it anyway.

You settle back down. Even Jethro is curled into your other side. You aren’t going anywhere.

You turn your head wondering if Steve has a clock in his room. You’re within arms reach of his nightstand and you remember he put his phone there before you sat down.

Your hand slaps across the wood searching for the little rectangle.

11:43? Ugh!

You guys need to find some food before everything closes.

“Steve,” you call and shake his shoulder. “Steve, are you hungry?”

He groans and holds you a little tighter, dragging you further under him.

“Steve,” you giggle. “You’re crushing me.”

“Good. It’ll keep you in my bed,” he mumbles. You laugh again and try to wiggle out from under him. “You’re too hot,” you whine.

He yawns and rolls off of you. “You’re pretty sexy yourself,” he mutters. You roll over and crawl up his chest. “Did we miss the movie?” You nod and give an affirmative hum. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“It’s okay. I was pretty beat, too. But we should probably get some food.”

“Ugh,” he groans again and drops his arm back over you. “What do you want? What time is it?”

“Almost midnight.”

“Shit! We slept all evening!”

“Yeah, we did,” you laugh.

“I’m sorry, little star! I owe you a date.”

“I just wanted to spend time with you.”

“You’re spending all kind of time with me.” His fingers strum across your back making you smile.

“It’s just like adults to spend their time together sleeping.”

“What are we supposed to do? Go to Coney Island?”

“Well, we went to Disneyland.”

Steve chuckles and finally sits up dragging you along with him.

“What’s open this late?” He muses and grabs his phone. “IHOP? Dennys? Taco Bell?”

“My stomach can’t handle Taco Bell,” you laugh.

“You’re getting old,” Steve jokes in the light of his phone.

“Let’s go to IHOP!”

You change and jump into one of Steve’s cars for a short drive down the street. You opt for a booth in the corner hoping for some quiet but group of teenagers is sat a couple tables away from you dashing that dream.

Steve rolls his eyes as they talk loudly about the Aston Martin in the parking lot.

“Do you get that a lot when leave the house?” You ask quietly.

“How often do people see luxury cars at ihop?”

You just smile and point at the sugary pancake options. “Do you want to share one?”

“The Cinnamon Toast Crunch one!”

“Anything you want, star.” The waitress takes your orders before disappearing again.

“I was thinking we can do the wedding at my house in the Hamptons. Friday? Saturday?”

“You have a house in the Hamptons? Where don’t you have a house? Is the weather that close to the water nice right now? Who’s officiating?”

“All these fucking questions,” Steve chuckles. “You know I don’t know shit about these houses. It’ll be a little chilly but not coat weather. Sweater weather I guess.”

“I love that song,” you interrupt.

“Never heard of it. Natasha said she’s ordained and she’ll do it.”

“That’s nice of her. At least it won’t be a stranger. Probably Saturday. We can do, like, an early afternoon ceremony then brunch.”

“I’ll let the planner know.”

“You didn’t tell me there’s a planner,” you blanch.

“You didn’t tell me what you did with Sam and Bucky all day,” he counters playfully.

“Oh? I found the dress! It’ll be ready hopefully by Wednesday.”

“Good,” Steve smiles. “What else did you do?” He asks pointedly and you know one of them talked.

“Um, we went to a lingerie store to…get something for the wedding night,” you whisper.

Steve smirks at your words and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms. “You don’t have to get all dolled up for me. I like what I see.”

You giggle and glance away. “I just want it to be special.”

“You’re going to let me have you?”

“You’re going to be my husband,” you rationalize.

He regards you for a moment before slipping from his side of the booth to join you on yours.

He curls over you and presses a kiss to your lips.

“It would be an honor.” You lift yourself up to kiss him back.

“I don’t just pass my virginity out to anyone. You better know what you’re doing.”

He smirks at that then asks you a question that feels completely out of left field. “Do you want kids?”

“I-wha-?”

“I know you’re not on birth control. But I had a vasectomy almost 20 years ago and I have no intention on reversing it for no reason. So, do you want kids?” His brow lifts. In that quiet booth, the two of you start to plan your future.

“Do you want kids?” You counter, looking up at him through your lashes.

“I do. I’d love it if you’d make me some. But not yet. I think we need to practice this marriage thing for a bit.”

You nod in agreement. The two of you are silent for a moment before you look back up at him. “Who told you?”

“Oh, you know it was Buck,” Steve chuckles. “He’s pissed off I didn’t tell him you were a virgin.”

“It’s such a big deal to him. I still masturbate. It’s not like I’m untainted,” you laugh.

Steve takes a sharp inhale and clears his throat before answering. “Guys are just into that sort of thing, star. They think they can mold you into what they want. But you know what you like, huh?” He mutters so close to you ear a shiver goes down your spine.

“D-do you like that? That I’m a virgin?”

He hums in thought as his hand around your waist grips your side before dropping down to your hip. “I don’t like that I’ll have to be gentle with you,” he frowns. “I’m a little rough in the bedroom. But,” he sighs, “I’ve never been with a virgin. It will be fun to learn with you.”

“Y-you can be rough,” you whisper.

“No. I want you to enjoy your first time. It’s gotta be good or you’ll hate sex. I don’t want you telling me you have a headache or you’re on your period five weeks in a row because you don’t like how it feels. We have to figure each other out.”

He stops talking as your food is brought out. Steve starts cutting up his omelette but you just stare at your French toast.

“Should we start?”

“Start what?” Steve asks around around a mouthful.

“Start ‘figuring each other out’? So it won’t be so…awkward?”

“I’ve been fucking trying but every time I do my dumbass friends walk in.” You burst into laughter at his statement and how true it is.

“You managed to find some of the most fantastic cockblocks,” you manage between giggles.

“Some of the best in the business,” Steve agrees with a chuckle.

“Were they like that with Peggy?”

“Oh, they were the fucking worst! I don’t know how they knew every time we were trying to have sex. They’d call. They’d knock. Buck always just let himself in. He didn’t even feel bad about it.” You smile at him reminiscing about his late wife. It’s sweet. “And when Nat was in town, forget about it. We just went to bed fully clothed every night because she may just be doing laundry or cooking in our house the next morning. It was like they had a tracker on me.”

“They just love you.”

“My wife loved me, too!” He argues making you giggle.

“Okay, they just have keys to the house, right? Do they have keys to the bedrooms? We’ll lock the bedroom door.”

“Then they’ll just bang on the door.”

“Loud music! Or we can wear headphones with noise cancellation!”

“This is so much work to have sex,” Steve groans a little too loudly garnering the attention of the teenagers.

“Oh my God,” you laugh and hide your face in his cable knit.

“You kids got a problem?” He barks at them only making you laugh harder.

“Stop!” You cry, tugging lightly on his sweater. He just chuckles at your embarrassment.

“Eat your food so I can take you home and fuck your brains out,” Steve adds just as loudly to make sure the kids overhear it.

“I’m going to kill you!” You laugh as tears start to fill your eyes.

“Good luck with that, star.”

Steve drapes his arms over your shoulders as you step back into the house. He bends down to press a kiss to your temple and holds his nose there, nuzzling against you.

“You wanna take a shower with me?”

You almost whip out of his hold you turn so fast.

His expression quickly turns to amusement. “Too soon?”

You nod immediately as your face heats with a blush.

“Alright. Go get ready for bed and I’ll come find you.” He pulls you in for another forehead kiss before branching off to his bedroom.

You watch him as he walks away. This man is about to be your husband. He’s gorgeous. He’s kind. He’s surprisingly gentle. And you can’t even bring yourself to shower with him?

“Wait!” You call grabbing his hand. He hums, turning back around to face you. “Just showering, right? Like we aren’t going to do that until Saturday?”

Steve smiles and nods. “Just showering.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll shower with you,” you spell out with a light laugh at how ridiculous you feel like you sound.

He just smirks at you an pulls you into him to hold your hand properly.

He surprises you and takes you to your room. Well, you guess it makes sense. All of your toiletries are in there.

He turns on you once you reach the end of your bed.

“I’m going to take your clothes off,” he tells and sits on the end of your bed.

“Oh! N-no! I can take them off myself.”

He shakes his head and pulls you between his legs. “I’m taking off your clothes.”

“Are you sure? We can just meet in the shower…”

He shakes his head again and plays with the hem of your sweater. “I want to take off your clothes.”

“…want to?” You question, letting your hands fall to his shoulders.

“I want to,” he repeats pulling you into a soft kiss.

“Okay,” you whisper after pulling away.

“Okay.”

He lifts the hem of your shirt that he’s been toying with up and over your head.

He inhales sharply once you’re left in your bra and leggings. “Shit,” he breathes. “I forgot how gorgeous you were under all of these clothes.” You giggle and move your arms to cover your chest. “Aht!” He scolds, pulling your arms away. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me.” You smile and place your hands back on his shoulders. He presses your leggings down your hips and he helps you step out of them. “Fucking perfect,” he sighs.

He pulls you closer to him. “Can I touch you here?” He ask, tucking his finger in the little strap between the cups of your bra and pulling you even closer. His face is breaths from your cleavage. You bite your lip and nod. “Can I hear you say it?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Yes…?” He asks pointedly with a lifted brow.

“Yes, you can touch my boobs?”

“Good girl.” A soft whine escapes your lips at his praise. He hums positively. “New kink unlocked?” He smirks and presses a kiss to one of your breast. You take a sharp intake. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” You shake your head. He presses another open mouth kiss to your breast. “Didn’t I tell you I want to hear that sweet little voice?”

“No, no one’s ever touched me there.”

You don’t even notice his hands moving until your bra falls away. You move your hands to catch it but his hands stop you once again. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He asks.

You start to nod before thinking better of it. “I want to be your good girl.”

“Good.” His teeth graze the skin just below your nipple and you let out a shuttering breath. His hands slide down your body and tuck into your thong.

Oh?

He slides the piece of cloths down your legs and releases them to fall to the floor. Then his hands grip your ass. You gasp at his tight grip and then his lips wrap around one of you nipples.

Oh God!

“Little star?” He asks making your brain come back to him, back to your bedroom, back to earth. Your eyes flutter open and you meet his blue gaze. His hand presses against your lower stomach while he looks up at you. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yes, please. You can touch my pussy. You can touch me everywhere,” you whimper.

He chuckles softly and lets his hand slide down to your slit.

“How do you masturbate, little star? Do you play with your clit?” He presses into the bundle of nerves that makes your knees so weak that you fall into his hold. He catches you so easily that you wonder if he did it on purpose. “Or do you like something a little deeper?” His fingers slide further into your body making you whine. They brush against the front of your insides with the precession of an expert. You’ve never explored that deep. It was a place for tampons and menstrual cups. A place you didn’t explore unless you had to. It was a little scary to you but he wasn’t scared at all. He almost seemed excited for some reason. It felt strange which is why you stayed away from sex. You were about to let him know that you preferred your clit to be played with-

“Oh god!” You choke.

“There it is,” Steve chuckles. He lifts you up so easily and lays you across the bed. He lays next to you just massaging that spot making your writhe against him. You want him to stop but your mouth begs for more. You’ve never felt more out of control of your own body. You grip his arm trying to push him away but your hips lift closer to him. You pant for air as your body arches against the bed.

“Nggh,” you whine, and attempt to smother your face in the bedding.

“Let it out, little star. Use your words.”

“Too much!” You gasp.

“Nah. You can take it.”

“Ste-please!”

“It’s okay. It’s just me. You can do it,” he encourages.

He’s doing something to you your vibrator could never. It’s never felt like this. You’ve never felt like this.

Then he presses against your clit.

“Ah! Ahh!” You gasp as your core contracts in a powerful orgasm.

But he doesn’t stop.

And your body doesn’t stop.

“Aaaa! Fuuuuu!” You cry as you feel yourself cum, a stream of liquid pouring out of you. You attempt to quickly get up to clean up the mess but Steve holds you down, pressing against your clit and that spot inside of you. “Buhuhu-“ you gesture to your core.

“The maid will deal with it,” Steve reasons. “Relax. Breathe.” You let out a heavy breath and let the orgasm continue to wash over you. “There you go. Good girl.” You whine and wiggle your hips against his hold. “My good girl. My little star.” You whimper and try to relax your tense body as the after shocks pulse through you. You take a few deep breaths and Steve finally releases you. He pulls you into a kiss, pressing himself over you.

You let out a heavy moan when he pulls away.

Steve chuckles and kisses you again. “Was that good?”

You take a deep breath and sigh it out. “Yeah. That was really good,” you smile before covering your face with your hands. “Fuck. That was amazing,” you laugh.

“Amazing, huh?” Steve laughs.

“Yeah,” you giggle.

He presses another kiss to your lips before his hand runs down your body to land on your stomach.

“I think I’ve gotten you nice and dirty. Time for a shower?” You nod and let out yawn and stretch. “Did I wear you out?”

You giggle and roll into a seated position just to give him a goofy, little grin. “I can do that all day.” He chuckles and lifts you into his arms to walk you both to the bathroom.

He places you on the counter. “Brush your teeth and do all that shit girls do.” He kisses your forehead and leaves the room. You imagine he went to brush his own teeth.

You quickly set about your nightly routine, chiefly aware of just how naked you are. Sure, you go naked all the time in your own home. But this was not your home. This was a space where far too many people had access to.

Maybe you just need to discuss that with Steve and have him set some boundaries. Yeah, boundaries are good.

You finish washing your face when your fiancé returns.

Very naked.

“Oh!” You squeak and look away.

Steve just laughs and wraps his arms around you, pulling him back against his very naked body.

“Get used to it, star,” he chuckles. He presses another kiss to your temple and steps away to turn on the shower. This was all so bizarre. It was out of the norm enough to live with him but now you were getting used to seeing him naked.

You just watch him for a moment, trying to get over the strangeness of it all.

“You’re beautiful,” you finally mutter when he meets your gaze.

He lifts an amused brow at you. “You think so?”

You nod. “Like, I can tell you really take care of yourself.” He hums in response before holding his hand out for you. You press yourself away from the counter and finally approach him. He steps into the open shower area.

“Hot enough?” You hold out your hand before turning up the heat. “I forgot what it was like showering with a woman. You guys like to boil.” You giggle but can’t help but agree with him. You wrap up your locs to the top of your head and tuck them into a shower cap before finally joining him.

He’s hard.

Not like porn star hard but you’ve seen him not hard and this was not it. Half mast, maybe.

He tucks his fingers under your chin and pulls you into a gentle kiss.

“Are you like that because of me?” You ask glancing at his member.

“What do you think?” He smirks. “All that moaning and whining coming from that pretty little mouth while having that gorgeous body pinned under me. What man wouldn’t get hard?”

You smile sheepishly, feeling guilty for his state.

But you’re supposed to be figuring each other out, right?

“Can I help?”

“There’s a lot of ways you can help. How do you want to help?”

“I mean, I’ve seen stuff,” you whisper as the water hits your body. “What do you like?”

“What do you want to try?”

“Um…” you squirm under his scrutiny. “Can I just, um, start with my hand? Is that, like, a beginner level?” You laugh nervously at your own question.

“We can start however you want.” He takes your hand and pulls you closer to him so you’re almost chest to chest. “Firm grip, okay? It’s not going to feel like anything if you’re just limp wristing it.” You giggle at his words and finally wrap your hand around his penis. Steve bites back a soft groan at your touch.

“This is the first one I’ve ever touched,” you admit softly.

“That might be a good thing. I can teach you exactly how I like to be touched.” Steve’s hand wraps around yours and he grips your fingers a little tighter around him. “Nice tight grip,” he mutters. You watch his hand intently for his instructions but your eyes can’t help but wander to dick that you’re holding. It’s pretty thick. Your fingers don’t surround the entire thing.

He moves your hand up and down the shaft just a little faster than what you would’ve done on your own.

“That’s it. Just like that,” Steve groans and falls back against the tiled wall. He releases your hand to pull you closer so your body presses against his once more, skin against skin as your chest meets his. His hands run up your ass before settling low on your hips.

You follow his instructions carefully before trying something you’ve seen and read about so many times. Your thumb swipes over his swollen head and he let out a shuddering breath making you light up.

“Is it sensitive there?” You ask innocently. You genuinely want to know as you go back to squeezing.

“A little,” he grunts.

“Am I doing a good job?”

“You’re a fucking pro, star,” he chuckles softly, finally meeting your gaze.

“I have a good teacher,” you smile and stand on your toes to kiss him.

He groans loudly after you pull away and halts your hand.

“Do you want to try something else?”

“Like what?” You whisper. Your curiosity must be plastered all over your face.

He smirks down at you and nods his head slightly to the stone shower bench. “Sit.” You glance at the ledge that up until now you’ve just used for shaving. You know what he’s going to ask. You’ve seen it. Your eyes look back at him wide with disbelief.

“It won’t fit,” you state simply like that will stop him.

“It doesn’t have to fit. That’s what those cute little hands are for.”

You follow his instructions and sit back on the shower seat and he stands between your legs.

“Start slow. Just use your tongue. Like its candy.”

You nod and grip him again at this new angle. You lean closer and open your mouth to give him a kitten lick. A salty tang hits your tongue that’s unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. It’s not exactly bad. You lick again before finally filling your mouth with his tip.

“Don’t forget the rest,” Steve coaches. You remember your hands as you squeeze along his shaft, stroking him as you suck experimentally. “That’s perfect,” Steve sigh. His hand finds your jaw and coaches you to take on a little more. His hand massages your throat and you try to appease him. Before you know it, your lips are halfway down his shaft and his cock is touching the back of your mouth.

“Good girl. My good little star. So fucking perfect for me,” Steve moans. Part of you glows with pride at his praise and you just want to please him. You feel him jump in your hands and he swells slightly.

“Fuck,” he groans and grips your throat a little tighter. “Gonna cum.” You hold on to him, not letting up with either your mouth or your hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuu,” he sighs and spills into your waiting mouth. You gasp in surprise and pull away just for more to spirt out over your face and chest.

You get that taste of him again. It’s not really bad. It’s different. You swipe what lingers on your chest with your fingers and suck it off.

You kind of like it.

You glance up to see Steve watching you like a predator as you suck his essence off of your fingers.

“I’m sorry. Did you not like it?”

“I fucking loved it, star,” he growls making you want to cower away but you can’t help but lean in closer. “We have to wait until the wedding?” You nod and lick at his tip again as a little bead of cum bubbles out while he watches you. “Shit,” he curses and pulls you up so you’re standing against him. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t know how much longer I can be good.” You giggle at his words and finally take a shower.

Once you’re clean, dried, and lotioned, you cuddle against Steve in your bed. Jethro curls up next to you as usual while the two of you talk quietly.

“You’re sure we can’t wear clothes?” You question, making sure the sheets covered your chest.

Steve hums positively while he covers his face with his arm and lets out a loud yawn.

“You need get used to this,” he explains simply. “We’re being intimate.” You curl over him, wrapping your leg over his hips. He holds it in place with the hand that was over his face and massages your thigh.

You finally let your hands explore his body as well. “You have really big pecs,” you smile touching the skin there. He chuckles softly and tickles behind your knee making you giggle and press his arm away.

“That was a weird compliment.”

“I don’t know if it’s a compliment. You have bigger boobs than mine.”

“Let me see.” He pulls you up so you’re sitting straddled on his stomach. All of the blankets fall away but you don’t have time to feel exposed as Steve cups your breasts in his palms. He scrutinizes them for a moment. “You’re definitely bigger,” he finally decides.

“Barely. I’ve always thought they were too small. I kind of want a boob job,” you admit.

He glances from your chest to your face. “I think they’re perfect. But if you want your boobs done, you just have to ask.”

You smile at his offer. “You like them?”

He takes a deep breath and bends his knees so you can lean back against them. “I love them. I think if they were bigger, they wouldn’t fit your body.”

“It’s just something I’ve thought about since I was younger,” you sigh. “What about you? Any changes you want?”

“Well, you said I was beautiful. I guess I’m good,” Steve laughs making you giggle.

“You don’t have any insecurities?”

“Of course I do. I’m still human. I’m not perfect.”

“You seem perfect. Like a Ken doll.”

“Is that what you think?” You nod. “I used to weigh less than you,”

“No way!”

He nods and pulls at your hands so you’re lying against his chest.

He’s held you like this before but with no clothes, it no longer seemed so innocent…

“I still have all kind of health issues. Asthma, a heart murmur, I can barely fucking see without my contacts. Remind me to take them out before I fall asleep. I thought if I made the outside better, it would fix the inside. The inside still sucks.”

You hold him a little tighter at the new information.

“Do they have scoliosis Ken?” He asks and you smile.

“Tell me something else,” you request.

He takes a deep breath and you notice just how out of sync his heartbeat is as you press your ear to his chest. “This is really shitty,” he warns.

“Lay it on me.”

“Um, okay.” He’s never sounded so unsure of himself like that. “This is something no one knows. Not even Buck.” You perk up at his words. “I’ve only been with one other woman since Peggy died. It was technically her niece. She’s my age! Maybe your age. Whatever! She’s an adult,” he quickly disclaims before you can call the cops. He takes another deep breath. “And…I met her at Peggy’s funeral.”

“What the fuck?” You bark at the man, shooting up quickly.

“I know. It was so shitty. That’s why I’ve never told anyone that. Ever,” Steve confides.

“And you never should!” You cry and smack his chest lightly. “Shit! I’m sorry,” you immediately recoil at hitting him knowing how fragile he is under all that muscle.

“It’s okay,” he laughs. “I deserve it. I just want you to know I’m not perfect.”

“Well, you keep ruining that image with each word,” you pout, and lay back down against his chest.

“Your turn,” Steve sighs, running his fingers through your locs.

You think back through your life for a moment. “Um, I’ve only been in one relationship. It was while I was in college. It was my first serious relationship but he just got out of a relationship with a girl that cheated on him.” Steve hums in understanding as his grip on you tightens. “He kept, like, projecting her onto me, suspecting me of cheating, questioning everything I did. I didn’t really want to do anything with him after a few dates but he couldn’t catch a hint. Then he slept over once and he tried to-“ Steve's grip on you becomes deafening.

“Steve, I can’t breathe,” you wheeze.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, star,” he releases you quickly but you don’t want to be released while you recount this moment. You want to be held down. You want to be tethered.

“Wait, don’t let go,” you whisper.

“If the next words out of your mouth are that he forced himself on you, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do with my hands,” he admits.

“I mean, I stopped it before anything happened but it kind of turned me off of dating. I just put my head down. Focused on school and my friends.”

“I just need a name, star. It’ll be like he never existed.”

“He was young and dumb. We both were.”

“That’s not an excuse,” Steve says flatly.

You just hum. You haven’t shared that with anyone either. “Can I tell you something?” You say after a moment and sit up again on his chest. “You were so gentle and patient with me that you restored my trust. And you didn’t even know any of my past. So, thank you.”

“I hope you’re not giving yourself to me because I was the first guy to be nice to you,” he smirks, reaching up to cup your face with his hand.

“No, of course not,” you smile. “I know this isn’t an ideal situation for either of us, but I want you to come home and be happy to see me. To confide in me. Unwind with me. Be like a normal couple.”

He pulls you down into a soft kiss. “I’m already happy to come home to you.” You giggle softly. “The rest of it will come with time.” He lets out a heavy yawn.

Time. It’s always time with him.

“You need to go take out your contacts,” you remind him and roll off of his chest.

He hums in agreement and slides out of the bed. “Don’t go anywhere,” he warns and yawns again. You can’t help but watch his butt as he walks off.

He’s got a cute butt.

You snuggle into your bed, taking up the spot he warmed up to stave off the cold. You start to doze off when you feel the bed dip and Steve wrap his arms around you. You drape your arm over his shoulder and snuggle into his chest.

“Goodnight, Steve,” you mutter.

“‘Night, my little star.”

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