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sunfyresrider · 11 months

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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Widow!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ever since Alicent Hightower’s husband died her life had changed exponentially. It’s a hard thing, knowing what to do with freedom you’ve never had. In her attempt to expand her horizons she reaches many bumps in the road she didn’t realize existed, until she met you. Tags: mentions of death, sexuality crisis, struggling to accept change, heavy anxiety, eventual smut and a lot of self-healing. Author’s Note: @ilikeitbetterangsty THIS IS FOR YOU BABES💕 I really hope I did your request justice . Thank you so much for being an amazing mutual and beautiful person. Ps I’ve never been on a date, let alone a first date so I’m sorry if that scene was a little awkward. ALSO dividers are made by @saradika !!!!

His death was expected, anticipated even, yet the day she woke up next to a cold corpse seared itself inside her brain forever. She should be mourning. She should have been more upset, shed more tears for her husband of nearly twenty years. Instead, all Alicent could feel was an odd relief, a weight being lifted from her shoulders. She was finally free.

However, what does someone do with freedom when they’ve never had it? She could do anything in the world, she had more than enough money for it. But what do free people do? Alicent had to read up on what widows were into. They travel, indulge in hobbies, and go out for brunch and gossip. The main factor in all of these is they’re never alone.

Twenty years of marriage and four children and Alicent couldn’t remember a time where she wasn’t alone. She had no friends, too busy caring for a sick old man, children, and running a company. Alicent didn’t want to be alone, she didn’t want to die knowing she had never truly loved. There was nothing holding her back, no father pushing religious guilt, no husband taking her time, and no children to judge.

At first, she made no moves for change. She continued staying at home and running her life as she always did. Although now she spent more time fussing over her only child at home rather than Viserys. Unfortunately, Aegon, her eldest and most troubled child finally declared he was moving out. He also said she needed to get a life in the exact same sentence.

It was time to take a real look in the mirror at the woman Alicent Hightower had become. It was not the best feeling in the world. In the past she was happy, determined, and beautiful in some eyes. Now she was tired, a bit of a pushover and unbearably lonely. All she had done her whole life was serve other people, her father, her husband, her children and never herself. Alicent needed to change that before she died old and miserable.

There was another thing she needed to come to terms with. She never loved Viserys, she never loved any man for that matter. Marriage wasn’t something she enjoyed but endured. Alicent wanted to love someone, which was something she never truly had. Except for once when she was young until she married her friend’s father. Maybe she didn’t hate sex just who it was with. Maybe she was capable of love just not for men. Maybe it was time she started attempting to live her truth.

That was the final push she needed to do something. So, Alicent took a leap of faith after reading a pop news article and downloading HER. It’s an app for lgbt dating, specifically lesbians… It still sounded like a dirty word even if she only said it in her head. There was still a twinge of guilt when she made her first match. It’ll pass, the article on women struggling being their true selves said so.

Twenty years of marriage and Alicent didn’t even know how to flirt, let alone with a woman. The first woman she matched with was only slightly younger yet had no children. She called Alicent a milf, which is a compliment nowadays. It didn’t go much farther, the lack of knowledge on slang really did not bode well with people.

Anyone younger than her wouldn’t do, so she changed the settings. The second match was one that made her excited. From the outside they seemed to share the same values and she was a mother too. They went on a singular date that might not have been the greatest. Alicent was a little awkward, still too insecure about herself to initiate anything, and avoided the goodnight kiss that was offered. It didn’t seem to bother the woman, which made her believe this could be the one. They could grow together, maybe even build a new life together. Alicent genuinely thought she found the perfect one. Until they ghosted her.

The app was deleted that same night. Maybe dating wasn’t in the cards for her. It stung, surprisingly worse than when Viserys died. For a few days she sat in her house and sulked. She strictly ordered takeaway, and binge watched the housewives of Orange County. Braunwyn was without a doubt closeted, it was like looking in a mirror, a very fucked up mirror.

Alicent did a quick deep dive only to find out her suspicions were correct. Right now, Braunwyn was happily outed and living with her girlfriend… It was a mix of jealousy and hope. Someone just like her was living her dream life, which was unfair, but maybe it meant she could manage to live her dream too.

She finally decided to get off her ass and do something. She was a free woman, she could do whatever she wanted, she told herself as she did a rather intense spa routine. All of her expensive skincare products and fancy tools were being put to use today. Alicent actually changed out of her pajamas and into a nice dress she hadn’t worn in ages. It was a black bodycon dress, the only one she owned. Very out of character for her but she was a free woman, she could wear whatever she wanted.

She was going to take herself on a date, to a fancy restaurant. Alicent arrived at the venue feeling nervous but excited at the same time. It was the first time she had gone here alone; the servers were quite surprised to say the least. As she was led to her table, she noticed the looks she was getting from some of the other diners. Maybe it was the dress, or maybe it was the fact she was alone for once.

It didn’t matter, she told herself. “Hey, is this seat taken?” Her head whipped to the side, “N-oh! No.” You let out a small laugh, “I'm only joking, I have my parents waiting for me. How’ve you been Ali?” The last person she expected to meet was Aegon’s old tutor. You hadn’t seen each other in several years maybe. It wasn’t a bad surprise, actually it was amazing to see you again. “I’ve been great, better than ever! How are you?”

“Oh, I’ve been thriving! After quitting I went on a self-healing journey and haven’t gone back.” Your smile reached from ear to ear, you were absolutely glowing in every sense of the word. Alicent was captivated, maybe a little nervous trying to find the right words to say. She hasn’t felt this way since she was what? Fourteen and heavily in the closet. So, she did something way out of her comfort zone, a first step of sorts.

“If you’re free, I’d love for you to come over for dinner sometime and hear more about how you’ve been.” You seemed shocked, cocking an eyebrow at her question. “Is the Alicent Hightower asking me on a date?” She froze, it didn’t even cross her mind what she was actually asking.

So, she blurted out the first thing on her mind. "I...um…if you want it to be." You flashed a smile that was different from the one from earlier. You picked up a napkin, scribbling something on it. “Let me know the time and I’ll be there.” She let out a sigh of relief when you walked away, feeling as if she was going to burst any moment now. Her head was spinning, her heart was racing. She actually asked someone out, on a date no less.

She was nervous, it had been so long since anyone besides her immediate family came into her home. At least it was clean now that Aegon wasn’t here to make messes everywhere he went. In her opinion the modern green color scheme looks great but maybe you hated green. Or maybe she was overthinking this.

Alicent hadn’t ever really cooked besides a select few times the personal chef got sick. In her mind it would be more meaningful for her to cook something for the both of you. However, making homemade penne vodka was a lot harder than she thought.

She wanted it to be perfect, she wanted to impress you in every way. The dining table was set with a vase of roses, her best silverware, and very expensive wine she was saving for a special occasion. She even bought a new dress for this evening, a form-fitting silk one with flowing sleeves.

It was a few hours into her cooking when you rang the doorbell. Alicent took a deep breath, telling herself to remain calm and not make a fool of herself. It didn't stop her from tripping over the edge of the rug on the way to the front door. She jumped up, dusting off herself.

You were there, just as beautiful as you were earlier. "Hey!" Your smile was contagious, making her grin in return. You looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black jeans. You pulled her into a hug, you smelled like strawberries, and a scent she could only describe as happiness.

"It’s so good to see you!" She ushered you in, letting you take a seat while she went back to finish cooking. You looked around, taking everything in. “It's still as big as I remember, though you definitely changed the decor.” She snickered, "Well it was in desperate need of a facelift, I just couldn't stand the red and black anymore."

Ali returned with a big bowl, carefully plating both of yours. "I didn’t know you knew how to cook! I thought you had personal chefs for this kind of stuff.” She grinned proudly, "Well, I wanted to do something special for you tonight."

"Aren’t you romantic," You smiled at her. You took a bite, letting out a pleasured sigh. "So good!" Her smile was practically radiant at your praise. You made small talk during dinner, talking about anything and everything. Catching up on what’s happened in the few years you hadn’t seen each other.

She told you about how Aegon is doing, how he has a girlfriend now. You told her about how he was the reason you inevitably quit teaching and decided to travel. You talked about your life, how you took the time to really get to know yourself, and how that was the best decision of your life. She vaguely talked about hers, only giving you bits and pieces.

What you did learn was that she was fucking hilarious, and so much more welcoming than other rich housewives you’ve met. You didn’t ask about the dead husband; it was pretty clear by the lack of a ring and her finally smiling.

Alicent listened to every word intently, her big brown eyes staring into yours. She used to always have a sad look inside them but now she was practically beaming. It might have been the wine flushing her cheeks, but you chose to believe it was because of you.

At some point you ended up on the couch watching housewives, at least pretending to. You were both still talking over the noise, slowly leaning into each other each time you laughed.

You leaned forward, brushing a stray hair from Alicent’s face. Your lips brushed together, “you’re beautiful, you know.” Alicent let out a laugh, "You're too much." Her eyes closed, taking the lead and kissing you first.

When your lips met her, it felt as if fireworks had gone off. Your lips were soft like peaches but tasted sweet like cherries. Your hands touched her face gently, leaving trails of electricity where your fingers were touching.

Her own hands gently tracing down your neck, shoulder, and side to rest on your hips. Alicent’s body sunk down on the mattress, letting you move on top of her to do as you pleased. When she broke the kiss to take a deep breath, you kissed down to her neck and jawline, sending vibrations throughout her. She made a sickly-sweet sound that made your ears tingle.

Her hands moved slowly, almost cautiously as she moved your shirt up to feel your bare skin. She delicately traced lines up and down the curves of your waist. Your sweet kisses trailed down her neck, chest, and slowly you lifted up the dress she was wearing. Moving to suckle at the skin around her core, worshiping her thighs.

Alicent let out a soft moan, curling her fingers into your hair. Her soft noises only encouraged you. Your fingers traced her folds, moving their way around the fabric. You looked up, watching her cheeks flush red in embarrassment. A simple nod was the encouragement you needed to continue.

Your lips kissed over the fabric, hearing her breathe become labored. Her fingers tugged lightly at your hair. You pulled down her underwear, moving it down to the end of her legs. It was your turn to blush, seeing how wet she was already.

Her hips twitched when you dragged a finger through her slit, your finger coming back glistening. You eased it inside of her, quickly finding the sweet spongy spot. Her back arched as you moved your finger, soon another one joining. Your tongue sucked at her clit, moving in circles.

Alicent bucked her hips into your hand, her moans filling the air. Her eyes were shut as you made her legs shake. Your tongue moved faster, hearing her sweet cries. She pulled your hair, pressing your mouth harder against her. Her walls tighten around your fingers, letting you know she was close.

Alicent shuddered, gripping your hair harder as she came. Her back arched off the couch, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Her body finally relaxed, laying on the couch. Her eyes closed, a blissful smile on her lips.

You crawled up, leaning over her. You brushed her hair behind her ear, gazing into her brown eyes. They were still sparkling, like two polished stones. Alicent slowly moved her hands down your back, lifting your shirt over your head. She sat up, kissing you softly.

Her hand slowly moved down, grasping your thighs and opening them. Her kisses trailed down your neck, breasts, and stomach. You let out a small noise as she rubbed you through your pants. Her kisses got hungrier as she undid your belt and pulled down everything that covered you.

You let out a squeal of surprise, feeling her pull you on top. Your cheeks flushed red, as she angled your cunt above her mouth. Alicent was precise, her mouth sucking at you gently. Her hands pressed against your hips, keeping you in place.

Your fingers threaded into her hair, holding her face to your cunt. She flicked her tongue against you, moving it in circles. Her hands moved up to squeeze your ass. You grinded against her face, your juices coating her chin and the couch. Alicent hummed against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you.

Her fingers pressed into you, curling up to prod at your sweet spot. She let out a purring noise, making you move your hips faster. Your breath hitched as she moved her fingers faster, sucking at you with a new intensity. Her tongue moved quickly, lapping up all the juices coming from you.

Your thighs quivered as you came, your voice shaking as you did. Alicent kept going, eating you out until she was satisfied. Your legs gave out, dropping you in a pile on top of her. You laid there, letting her wrap her arms around you as you caught your breath.

"Did I do good?" You laughed, leaning forward to kiss her. "You were amazing,” you peppered kisses on her face, eliciting the cutest giggles you’ve ever heard. You rested your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Her fingers played with your hair as you both laid there, tangled in each other's arms.

Last night had been one of the most out of character nights of Alicent’s life. She never invited someone over, let alone hooked up with someone. It was new, it was exciting, it was also borderline terrifying. Now that she was alone again her thoughts could once again consume her.

You texted her back, at the very least you weren’t ghosting her. That eased the part of her that was afraid the sex was so bad you would never speak to her again. But now there were other things that bothered her. Your question, to be more specific. “Would you want to be my girlfriend?”

It was too soon to do anything drastic, like a real relationship. Did she want that? The idea of being in a relationship with you was something that sounded nice in her head, But would it be good in reality. Not only was she freshly widowed as well as struggling to come to terms with her sexuality. By now, she should be over caring about what other people thought… She wasn’t over it in the slightest.

There was still this guilt and overwhelming anxiety that was holding her back, the same things that held her back her entire life. Alicent laid in her bed, trying to figure out how to answer your text... “I’m not sure if I’m ready, yet.” She wanted to say more, but her thoughts were quickly turning into a jumbled mess.

“I used to tutor Aegon in mathematics… I’m very patient;)” Alicent rolled her eyes at the winky face, feeling the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile. “But… I bought two tickets to the Bahamas last week… and my mom canceled so there’s an opening.” Her fingers hovered over the screen, she had never been to the Bahamas before.

To be fair, she had never been anywhere but home. Alicent wasn’t one to drop everything and go on vacation…

You made her want to.

Her thumb hovered over the send button for a moment.

Why was this so difficult?

She was free now; she could leave anytime she wanted.

So why did she keep waiting?

She could just let her phone fall out of her hand and pretend she didn’t see the text.

It took everything in her power to hit send, “I’d love too:)”

You had been talking to each other every day for weeks. You’ve gone on several more ‘dates,’ which all ended in someone’s bedroom. She hadn’t ever felt this happy, but right now she was freaking the f out. She might have under-packed or maybe over packed her suitcase. What if the swimsuit didn’t fit like it did in the store? Should she have brought snacks? What if she forgot to lock the house?

The airport was crowded to the point it made everything feel excruciatingly hot. Maybe it was her anxiety that was making her hot. Alicent glanced around at everyone, a million scenarios running through her head. There was no reason for her to be this nervous. Except there were a thousand reasons, she’s never left the country, the plane could crash, and maybe you wouldn’t show up.

The last one wasn’t realistic. You promised to be waiting at the terminal. You always kept your promises, so she had no reason to worry. But what if you changed your mind? What if the flight was canceled? Or you got sick and didn't feel up to flying.

Was her mind just coming up with different scenarios so she wouldn’t get on the plane? Maybe she should turn around and go home. No, she was free now, she was finally over all the bad that happened. So, there was no reason to not get on the plane.

She had been so caught up in her own thoughts she didn't realize they called her boarding group. She slowly made her way to the gate, getting in the very back of the line. Alicent glanced around the terminal, no sign of you anywhere. She started picking at her fingers, a bad habit. When she was younger, she used to dig at them until they bled.

The line moved at an excruciatingly slow pace. Every second felt like an hour and every step felt like a mile. However, she had made it to her seat on the plane in one piece. She was able to get a window seat, something she was thankful for. At least if something bad happened Alicent could watch the plane crash into the waves.

You still hadn’t shown up and her heart rate showed no signs of going down. She could turn back right now, walk off this plane like nothing happened. She could go back to her old life, tucked away safely in her home. She could stop taking risks, what was she even trying to prove? There were thousands of excuses to turn back, and she was using them all.

By letting this plane take off it meant a new beginning, a real one. The real first step, proof she was living differently and for herself. That scared her, did she even deserve to live for herself? What was her worth if she wasn’t serving someone else? Her fingers dug deeper into the bed of her nails; this was a stupid fucking idea.

Alicent heard the flight attendant preparing to close the doors, She glanced down at her leg, preparing to jump out of this seat and run out the door.

Back home.

Back to safety.

Back to what she was used to.

“Hey! Sorry I took so long I was sat in the wrong seat,” your voice was soft and sweet like honey. Alicent turned around, staring into your eyes. You were gorgeous, to the point it made her temporarily forget what was going on in her head. "You made it," she spoke breathlessly, realizing she had been holding her breath the entire time.

“I wouldn’t miss going on a trip with you for the world.” You smiled at her, intertwining your fingers with her own. A sense of calm washed over her, like the waves hitting the sand in the early morning. She finally let herself settle back into the seat, letting her eyes flutter close.

This was okay.

She could do this.

This is freedom.

Alicent Hightower was finally living,

For herself.

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Beware The Thorns | Part 1

(a NSFW multi-part ficlet)

“Who was that Eds?”

“Mind your business, shithead” Eddie pocketed his phone, he recognised the number the moment it flashed up on his work phone, a device he always had on him regardless of where he was, he could be at a FUNERAL, and he’d have that phone on him.

In this instance however, it was merely a family dinner. Well… family and the Henderson’s, so yeah. Family. He’d excused himself upstairs and answered as soon as he was out of earshot.

Evidently, he’d been followed.

“I heard you say you loved them… are you seeing someone?” Eddie tried really hard to not be insulted by his tone, a weird mixture of disturbed amazement, with just a dash of disbelief for flavour. Was it that much of a stretch to see him dating someone?

Was it that unbelievable to the person he’d practically grown up with, that he could find someone who’d like him?

Maybe it was. Didn’t mean he had to like it; his job had kept him away from actually… dating anyone.

“Maybe I am, again, mind your damn business.” Of course they didn’t know what he was, what he did to earn his money, he’d spun some lie years ago about an online business because ‘rockstar’ had to… actually have evidence, he had an actual legitimate website to keep the lie going, nothing ever really went through it, but… it worked to keep the questions at bay.

Nobody asked, and he didn’t tell, he was a grown ass adult, he didn’t NEED to tell anyone.

Dustin sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat, good… he’d have never gotten anything out of him anyway “fine, fine don’t tell me… don’t tell meee, your only brother.”

“We’re not even relat—”

“The best man at your future wedding.”

“Since when was I getting marri—”

“The Wan Kenobi to your Obi.”

“What the—”

“I am happy for you though, the both of you! I hope you’ll bring him home someday, I’m sure we’d all like to meet him” Eddie’s eyes widened… he’d never… fuck … he’d never said anyth— “What, you think you’re all crafty? C’mon Eddie, you can’t even sit normally.”

“The fuck has that got to do with anything?!”

“Y’know… gay people… they can’t sit properly… in chairs…? Is that wrong?” at least that proved that Dustin could be uncertain about some things.

“You’ve been on that stupid app again, haven’t you?” He had the decency to look guilty at the very least. “The fuck have I told you?”

“It’s dumb and addictive and I should stop, BUT IT’S HELPING ME LEARN!”

“It’s filling your head with bullshit! Fine, I’m gay, what the fuck ever. Go back downstairs for the love of all that is holy, and just give me a minute to process that you’ve been theorising my sexuality based on how I sit, and don’t you DARE tell anyone.”

“Oh, c’mon Eddie! You’re old enough to come out now, you have your own place, your own business! Plus, we all love you, no judgement here, this is a judgy free zone.”

“I will rip out your larynx and shove it up your ass if you even THINK of telling them.”

“But… how will you know if i’m thi—okay I won’t say anything, i wouldn't say anything. Not my place.” Eddie had levelled him with a look, a single, rage squint look, a look which promised imminent pain if he did not take his nosy ass and remove it from his presence, and he’d accepted that look for what it was. A promise.

Not just a threat.

“I’m gonna have to go early, my… my boyfriend, will be home tonight, the ridiculous idiot never has food in so I’m gonna go sort that out.”

“You’re buying his food for him? Eddie… that’s… he’s not just using you for money is he cause that’s really bad.”

“No dumbass, he’ll give it me back.”

“Right away?”

“YES, right away.”

“Not just promises he doesn’t intend to keep?”

“Dustin, I will brutally murder each and every one of your characters in graphic detail within five minutes of every campaign for the next year if you do not—”

“Okay!” Hands up in surrender, Dustin took a step backwards, a threat to his precious characters was no laughing matter, even if Eddie would struggle to make that kind of threat happen, the risk was there! He still had to ask “is… is he good though?” Of course, Eddie could threaten all he liked.

Dustin was his little brother, or as good as! It was his job to be insufferable.

The question however, made him think, he could pick any of them, any one of his clients to mould this imaginary boyfriend from, maybe mix and match, bring him to life from attributes of all of them, that’d be fine right? Nobody but Dustin really knew he was dating so… he wouldn’t be introducing them to him.

Perfectly coiffed brown hair… a warm smile… big, strong hands, a constellation of pretty moles dotted in places Eddie knew far too well. There was no amalgamation of faces, no mixture of personalities to make the perfect one, just a soft smile, warm hands, broad shoulders, muscle, and perfectly soft, thick brown hair… his favourite.

“Yeah… he’s… he’s great, Dustin… you’d like him” big strong softie he was, and it was so easy falling into the role of his boyfriend too, he’d been paying for that package for what felt like forever, he felt like he knew the man inside and out, like the back of his own hand.

He was the only one to have paid for that package continuously for over more than a few months, even Hagan only paid for it every now and then, never continuously. He thought Steve would have gotten tired of him by now but… It’d been two years.

Some people expected MARRIAGE after two years in a relationship.

Steve Harrington seemed to want him more and more by the day and the surprising thing, was that the thought didn’t invoke the same level of panic that he were SURE it would if anyone else were to have those wants, those needs of him.

He felt… comfortable with Steve, safe with him. Like he could show hints of himself, the real himself without the fear of losing him, of putting him off.

“You look so dopey smiling like that, y’know? You must really like him, huh?” He’d been smiling? Fuck… “Well… anyone who can make you smile like that just thinking about him is alright by me, I’ll cover for you, you can go sort his food out if you want.”

This was fine… totally completely fine. Would be better if Dustin could actually keep his mouth shut but alas. Dustin had a history of foot in mouthisms that'd gotten them into trouble after trouble after trouble years on the trot.

Eddie probably shouldn't have continued to tell him stuff, but that was his little brother so. He had to.

“Uh… yeah… yeah I like him. Thanks, I’ll… grab my coat, just tell em I feel sick or somethin so I’m goin home” he didn’t say goodbye, Dustin probably did that for him, just grabbed his coat and snuck out like he used to do as a teenager when he simply couldn’t be bothered dealing with his fathers drunk ranting about queers being put in cages.

He did have to come to one very unfortunate conclusion after that conversation though. After seeing Steve instead of a mishmash of faces, after being unable to put a random face to the title and spin it as truth.

Feelings were there. Real feelings. The mushy shit. The wants for more that he couldn’t have. The Pretty Woman syndrome without the corny and frankly rushed happy ending.

It couldn’t continue anymore, what he had with Steve had to end. Feelings… real feelings… he couldn’t have real feelings for his clients. It put his whole career on the line, his way of life gone in an instant all because his heart had to go all gooey for someone who probably didn’t even give a real fuck about him.

This was fine.

After the evening was done… he’d end it, terminate their contract. It was for the best. Steve deserved better than him anyway.

Part 3

#PirateWrites #BewareTheThornsFiclet #No Upside Down AU #Steddie #Escort!Eddie #Shady!Steve

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komorim · 1 year

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itoshi sae as a boyfriend is full of promises. he’s the type to look at you weirdly if you ask if he’d want to marry you when you’re older, replying with a “hasn’t it already been decided?”

itoshi sae is the type to try to remain strong and cool in front if you, mainly out of habit since he’s used to the people around him looking up to him. but overtime the false facade falls and he decides to give it a rest, sometimes even getting teary in your arms when it gets far too hard. (he hasn’t wailed nor sobbed yet, give him time).

itoshi sae who is ridiculed for being a hypocrite by the u20 team (mainly sendo) after he was found out being lovey dovey with you.

“unlike you, gravure loving idol brat- my significant other helps with my football career. and don’t you dare compare those gravure idols to them: it’s insulting”

sendo defends that he is now aiming fr hollywood actresses, but to his dismay, sae remains nonchalant:

“same thing. still insulting.”

itoshi sae who once internally freaked out after a particularly nasty fight about him never coming to see you after you left and slammed the door. tried to win you back by sending flowers. he won you back.

- 🐨

NO BECAUSE YOU’RE SO RIGHT >:( you’re officially on my list of favorite people just for this. my first confession goes out to koala anon :x

‣ itoshi sae hcs ⋮ part two !!

cw // nothing ??

itoshi sae probably sees his love for you as something that’s completely reasonable and logical; it should be common sense. so every time you feel insecure and ask him for the reason he chose you out of everyone, he just replies with “because i did,” as if he was explaining something as simple as 1+1=2

the beauty standards vary between person to person, and when one of sae’s teammates back in spain mentions how he doesn’t see what’s so special about you, itoshi sae is not the type to become mad in this situation. he simply responds with a “not everyone understands perfection.” it’s insulting, but his teammate can’t exactly argue with sae over this.

itoshi sae is the type of athlete who doesn’t care. he doesn’t care for his public image, nor does he bother with how the media and others might view his and your relationship. he doesn’t understand why the opinions of irrelevant people should influence the both of you, and always brings this up whenever you speak about your worries for the media.

itoshi sae struggles with expressing his emotions, often resorting to giving small gifts and doing things for you in order to convey his love. he probably has never said the three words albeit however long you’ve been together, and you get the feeling he might never be able to say them in front of you. though you don’t mind, he does enough things for you to know that he does indeed love you.

if you’re ever insecure in your relationship, sae would be there, patiently responding to all of your “what-ifs” without ever thinking you as a bother. in fact, he probably secretly enjoys hearing all your worries, since that just shows how much you trust and care about him.

itoshi sae, who has the heart to be a memo boyfriend who keeps all your interests and likes in his memo app, but doesn’t. why? since he doesn’t need it. you’re one of the few people he genuinely likes, so it’s not difficult to be able to memorize every little detail about you. it’s probably seen as the bare minimum in his eyes, so when he sees how happy you are about it, he doesn’t understand. but he still gives a small smile because you’re smiling.

itoshi sae, who’s the ideal boyfriend and husband.

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sanaxo-o · 2 months

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spread some love !

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

I am only tagging the mutuals who I talk on a daily basis. I truly love, respect and look up to every single mutual of mine and I am really grateful to have them in my life because I don’t think I would have come this far without them :)

@o-onikix : Nara is literally my closest and dearest friend I could ask for. She literally knows everything about me, she is also someone who pays close attention to me and always remembers the littlest things I say. Like once we were talking and I mentioned about me liking butterscotch cake and a few days later when we were on call and I was eating a cake Nara went “Is that butterscotch cake?” Without even me having to tell her. It made me genuinely so happy because tbh she might be the only irl friend who pays so close attention to me and my well being. Not only that you will always see me running to her whenever I am in some kind of misery and she would always be there for me and listen to me. I still remember how I was there with Nara when we were talking about ghosts 😭. Poor baby was shaking 💀 but tbh…she’s cute like that haha. I love you so much Nara 🥺

@from-izzy : ironic how it’s about to be a year since I sent you that flirty text as our first conversation. Omg glad I got this ask now. So yesterday I had this huge argument and was upset but do you know what izz does? She call me to check on me to know if I am okay 🥺. Like that made me realise that I truly am surrounded by such lovable and caring people and that also especially someone like izzy knowing she was herself freaking out over her assignments yet she called me :( it made me want to cry (happy tears yall). And tbh even though me and izzy argue most of the time her silly stuff at the end of the day I always go to her knowing I cannot live a day without hearing her rant about uni. Mine and Izzy’s friendship cannot be described in one paragraph tbh 😭. Like we have way too many dynamics for that 😭. We can be flirting on one app, bickering on another and having a deep conversation on some whole another app. To sum it up, I trust izzy a loads and I always go to her when I have to talk about something :) love you 🥺

@winterchimez : my Als, mu Sabrina Carpenter enthusiasts, the one who bears my crazy ass 🥺. We literally bonded over Sabrina Carpenter and I love that for us. I always go to ally when I see something negative or just to talk about something I get stressed about and you know what fills my heart? She is always there for me. Despite everything she’s been going through, she still manages to have a talk with me and I admire her for that. Not only that she might be one of the strongest people out there for still doing what she’s doing despite the struggles. Me and ally are someone who would always be together (as she said, we’re Kyunyu) she’s also ig the third mutual I made on this app which is really important for me because it wasn’t easy for me at that time knowing my writing was always dark and it made me kind of reluctant on making friends, scared people might judge me but Ally just out here accepting me as her gremlin. (I will always send you Sangyeon stuff. Once you see this expect that Sangyeon video in your DMs mam). Love you despite all the stuff I pull up with hehe.

@strayed-quokka : me and Lenlen met just this year, in feb but we got insanely close so fast it’s crazy. If you are a moot of Lennon you can expect some adventures from her side which will always make you go “WHAT? HOW ARE YOU? EVERYTHING ALRIGHT??” Like no kidding. I used to also read her TBZ work (by that I mean that Sunwoo fic) before I became her moot and I still cannot accept the fact that we’re now moots 😭🥺. She has my heart and we’re married I believe. The one thing I always look forward to is “Good morning Sana” from lenlen which just makes me smile like a kid 🥺. Me and lenlen also have such chaotic moments together, she’s always up to something in the DMs tbh 😭. And when you see me and lenlen together expect some crazy flirtings from both sides haha cause it’s never gonna stop. I still admire how lenlen and @from-izzy were there for me when I was scared and hid myself in the washroom:( it made me feel so much more better and safer knowing they are there for me no matter what.

@mosviqu : despite me and Boo starting off on some..meh terms (it’s not my fault you thought I was bullying you 😐) we grew so close after that tbh 😭. Me and bar from talking about her Sunwoo fic to me making a doc of Eric fic which only she has the access to 🥺. The words are not enough, because there’s so much to talk about her, from her writing, to her sweet personality, to her chaotic energy which just explodes out of nowhere. She also never fails to amaze me with her choice of words sometimes…

@cloverdaisies : we haven’t talked talked lately because (fuck your job and uni. They’re taking you away from me 😭🥺) life happened but I look up to clo and her writing so much it’s unimaginable. I remember how I was fangirling about her to ally and ally going “oh she’s my mutual” and me not believing it until clo started following me which made me want to scream and die out of happiness + embarrassment because hello?? Your favourite author just followed you 😭. And now when it comes to clo…I don’t trust her (jk) but I love her. She is…she makes me question reality with what she says everytime 😐. But I will never forget how clo was there for me when I needed her the most. She was listening to me talk when I was scared and I was truly glad because there was someone who was there to listen to me.

@astrae4 : Gill is like my child who always gets herself in trouble 😐😭. We always simp, sob, cry and scream over the one and only Choi Chanhee but despite that she gives some of the great advices when you need it. And no I am not gonna play that restaurant game ever again child-

@quaissants : my gremlin, my pudding 🥰. I trouble her like…everyday which makes her want to kill me (enemies to lovers?-) but despite that she helps me a loads when it comes to writing 🥺. We mostly interact on the server but nowadays I talk with her in DMs too which I am grateful for <3

@itsbeeble : hmm…I love you but I won’t stop bullying you (I don’t even bully you. You just think I bully you and it’s just your mind playing games with you because it’s always filled with Eric and Sunwoo…) jk but because of her busy schedule we don’t get to talk much but whenever she comes back from her disappearance those days might be one of the best ones because I have fun with her and izzy. Hope you’re alright and healthy since you disappeared. Again.

#moots 💗#izzy ☀️#ally 🌥️#clo 🌸#bar 🦄#Lennon 🍋#nara 💫#gill 🐧#reese 🍫#Mona 👹

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sprinklesofktrash · 2 years

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Rules are meant to be broken -c.yeonjun

Pairings: sugar daddy! Yeonjun x fem reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, blood, stitches, jealousy, fingering, fem reader receiving, oral, mentions of cum, moaning, cold! Yeonjun, Yeonjun’s thick lips.

Word counts: 11k (it’s a little long but I hope you all don’t think it’s too boring)

Summary: As a joke, you went on a sugar daddy app to see if it’s actually true.

“Are you sure this thing is legit?” You look down at your phone, waiting for your friend to respond before putting your information in.

“Only one way to find out,” she says. You both glance at your phone, you shrug and enter your information.

What could go wrong?

“It would be funny if I don’t get anyone,” you laugh, “what if I’m too ugly to me in this app?” You said jokingly.

Your friend smacks the back of your head. She doesn’t like it when anyone thinks wrongly about themselves or even talks down about their appearances.

“Right, right, sorry” you scratch your head. The app accepted your login and the feed popped up.

“There’s only older men” you pout as you scroll through. Your friend stands behind you as she watches you scroll.

“They’re the ones who give you more money,” she said. You weren’t into it. “I want someone under 30. Who knows, maybe I’m looking for marriage in the future” you wink at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Good luck finding that. They’re rare” she sits across from you as she flips through the book she’s been reading.

“If you’re matched with someone, the first thing you should ask is money, we got rent due soon,” she said nonchalantly. You chuckle.

“Damn, can’t even get to the know the guy first?” You asks but she was right. You both are struggling to pay rent even though your friend is more successful than you.

“Okay, let’s do this” you straighten your body and hold the phone in front of you. “I’ll close my eyes and swipe left to 5 people and if I don’t have a response by tomorrow, I’m deleting the app” you proposed.

“Hmm, up to you” your friend wasn’t paying attention. You rolled your eyes.

You look down at the app and close your eyes. You swipe left to 5 guys and afterward, you quickly close the app.

Please give me a hot, sexy, delicious-looking guy. If he’s old, just make sure he’s under 40. I preferably want someone in their twenties. It’s not much.

The next morning, your curiosity woke you up from the selection you made last night. You quickly snatch your phone from the nightstand and open the app.

You sigh.

Nothing.

You lock your phone before putting it to the side. You groan before getting up to get ready to go to work.

“Any luck?” Your friend asks as you both enter the building. You shake your head no. “Awh” she pulls you in for a side hug.

“We got to work harder now” she rubs your arm. You agreed. “My friend found someone instantly. They’re getting married soon too!” She said, pulling out her phone to show you her friend.

You look at your friend blankly, “that’s because she’s hot!” You said irritatedly. She looks down at her phone and shrug.

“You’re hot too! You’ll find someone, babes. Just relax!” She bumps her hip with yours, making you hit someone beside you.

“Sorry” you bump into someone. You look up and realize it was Kai.

“Morning Kai” you murmur under your breath. Kai smiles at you, “I didn’t recognize you. Did you get shorter or did I grow taller?” He asks, teasing you like always. You glare at him.

He always makes fun of your height. Even when you are older than him he doesn’t care how he talks to you or the way he jokes around with you. He’s like a little brother you never wanted.

" Hey! let’s go-to karaoke tonight? It’s been a while since we all hang out” Kai begs the both of you.

“Let’s do it,” your friend said enthusiastically. You sigh and nodded.

“I’ll buy the drinks” Kai insists. Your mood lightens up, “okay! That’s what we’re talking about!” You rub your palms together. The three of you went inside the elevator to begin your day at work.

“Touch me, tease me, fill me up. Callin’ something in the way you wanna talk…” You can’t along to the lyrics. Kai was dancing.

“I’m taking a break, Kai your next,” you said out of breath. Kai nodded as he chose the next song.

You went to check your phone, hoping you’d get something. Your friend sighed when she saw you look gloomy after you didn’t receive anything. “Stop checking your phone, it’s our night out” she clung to your arm.

You force a smile and nodded, “fine” you put your phone away.

That night, both your friend and Kai got drunk. “Damn Kai, you’re heavy as fuck!” You groan as you try to help him in the taxi.

“I’m not fat! Take that back!” He slur. You shush him and push him into the back seat. You look at the driver and told him his address.

“I’ll see you, Monday Kai,” you told him. Kai pout and wave bye to you. The driver drove off as you head to check on your friend who was already asleep on the bench.

“Let’s go home” you groan and help her up. Luckily, your place was around the corner.

After you had changed and showered, you were laying on your bed when you got a bing from your phone. You checked it and you got a notification with a match from the sugar daddy app.

You shriek. You open the app to see who you got matched with. You gasp out loud when you saw the guy. He looks around your age. You couldn’t help but wonder what a young person is doing in a sugar daddy app.

You were curious, you think this is a prank and you’re being scammed so you weren’t sure if you want to go along with it.

Your eyes widen when he sent you a text.

‘Hello, my name is Yeonjun. I see that we’re matched. Would you like to meet?’

You gasp.

“He wants to meet?!” You whispered, the sleepiness completely wiped out of your eyes. You’re fully awake now.

You cleared your throat as if you were about to speak with him.

‘Hello, with all due respect, I don’t want any sort of intimacy with anyone from this app. That is my intention’ you sent.

‘I understand. I have to agree with you too. This is a business agreement, I will not sleep with my clients.’

You bit your lip. It seems too good to be true. You would have to take your friend with you if you ever meet him because you’re not the type to meet strangers.

Especially when they’re too handsome like this person.

‘Is this meeting have to deal with me signing a contract to keep my mouth shut?’

You ask. You were biting your nail as you wait for his response.

‘You know your stuff but yes. If you would like, we could meet tomorrow so we can get formally introduced.’

The way he speaks just sounds so professional as if he’s done this before. You gulped before typing again.

‘Sure, please let me know where to meet you’

He immediately responded, ‘Great. I will send you an address after this message. Please do not be late, I will not tolerate it. Dress professionally and be well-groomed.’

He sends you the address afterward. You were still shocked at this interaction. You turn on multiple alarms so you won’t be late to meet him. You lock your phone and set it aside.

There were a lot of demands you have to meet if this is only to meet him, who knows what he’ll put in the contracts.

You woke up two hours early to get ready. Mainly to find a good outfit to wear. He said to dress professionally, you look at your closet which has a lot of jeans and t-shirts.

You dig into your closet to find a good dress to wear. “Finally!” You breathe out as you pull out a navy blue pencil dress that stops by your knee.

You steamed the dress and begin to get ready. You had put your hair up in a low bun and put on jewelry. Luckily, you still have time to get out and leave.

“Whoa, where are you going at 10 am on a Saturday? Dressing like that?” Your friend asks as she sprawls out on the couch.

“I got matched! Last night. I have to meet him to sign some papers” you grab your purse and head to the front door.

“Did you want me to come with you? In case he’s a serial killer?” She suggests, putting a sweater on.

“No, can you stay on your takes though? Answer your phone when I call you?” You ask as you put on a black stilettos heels.

“Sure, be safe,” your friend said. You nodded as you take your first step. “Damn this heel is tall as fuck!” You wince, praying that your ankles don't fold on you.

“The last time I saw you have those on was college graduation” you chuckle. You groan and open the door.

You had ordered a taxi before you left, thank god there was no traffic and you get to the address quickly. You entered the tall building and head toward the receptionist.

“Hello, I have an appointment with Mr. Yeonjun?” Your breath was shaky from when you were running across the street thinking you were late.

She looks down at the computer before looking back at you, “Ms. y/n?” She calls your name.

You nodded.

“You’re very early” she looks at the time. You were about 40 minutes early. “Yes, he was very stern on getting here on time” you laugh nervously.

“Hmm, Mr. Choi is currently in a meeting. I would be happy to let you know when he’s done. For now, you can hang around” she smiles.

You nodded.

There was a cafe in the building and your stomach was growling from hunger so you decide to order something light before your meeting.

You groan at the pain forming on your feet. You take off your heel to rub your feet. It’s been a while since you wear pretty high heels and you didn’t have the chance to break them out.

You look around at all the ladies working under this company. You notice how all of them dress up pretty well and have really good manners. They all look fit and clean. All of them wear the same height in heels so you assume it’s part of the company policy.

You, on the other hand, do not like them. You know when you have good manners but at the same time, you’re not sure if it’s good. You don’t sit straight, you hunch your back when you work, you don’t like wearing heels and prefer shoes or flats.

You prefer not to dress up but rather dress casually. You don’t like to wear makeup unless it’s needed. You just have your way of doing things.

You waited awhile and the receptionist told you he was ready for you. She heads upstairs with you until she knows you’re with him she’ll take her to leave.

“Mr. Choi, your guest is here,” she said behind the door. You gulped as you try to fix your clothes and wipe whatever crumbs were on your face.

“Come in,” a voice said from behind the door. She opens the door and bows to let you in. Your eyes met his as you slowly get shy and walk very slowly.

Oh wow, he’s real.

He looks exactly like the pictures he uses for his profile. He’s a lot more handsome in person, though. His skin is a lot paler in person. He was too good-looking, it feels wrong to stare at him for too long.

The door closes behind you, making you jump. You gulp and look back at him. He notice how you felt intimidated by his presence.

“Have a seat” he said, sternly. You quickly made your way to sit in front of him. Your legs bounce nervously as you look around and wait for him to talk.

“Before the contract, I do want to get to know you” his voice was loud and clear. It was so demanding. You revert your attention to him as he put aside what he was working on and wait for you to talk.

“I-uh, my name is y/n, I am a marketing consultant at Han’s company. I am twenty-two, I live with my best friend and I am happy to be here “ you felt like you were being interviewed. It seems like it is from the way things are going.

“You seem too nervous, I hope you won’t be like that during your contract with me,” he said as he lean back on his chair.

He handed you a black file, and you accepted it. “Please read over the contract and sign it. Take as much time as you need and please ask questions if you have any” he says.

You nodded. He stared blankly at you, waiting for you to start reading. “Oh you mean now,” you said as you open the file up.

There are a lot of demands he wants you to meet.

1. Must dress professionally.

2. Well groom at all times.

3. Nails have to be short and keep a neutral color.

4. 4-inch heels are a must.

The list goes on forever!

“So, is this your first time doing this?” You ask out of curiosity. Yeonjun looks up from his documents.

“No, I’ve been doing this for a few years,” he said. You nodded.

“Did the person quit before me?” You ask, playing with your purse. Yeonjun takes a deep breath in. You thought you were pushing his buttons so you should shut up by now.

“Yes. She didn’t follow rule number 10” he said as he dart back down on his document.

You look at number 10.

10. During your contract, you will not have any relationship with anyone.

“The only relationship she should have is with you?” you ask him. He nodded.

“I’m a well-known person in the business industry. I have to keep my name clean with no scandals. Sadly, when the media found out she was out with some guy, my image was almost ruined” he explains, shuffling papers in his hand.

“Then why are you doing this?” You kept asking him questions to fill the missing spots in this position.

Yeonjun chuckles, you felt relaxed after seeing him smile for a split second. “So that I have someone to keep me company when I needed it. I have a lot of money, so why not” he said cockily. You almost rolled your eyes.

Only a billionaire would say that. $500k is it anything to them, it’s like $20 for them.

You nodded as you continue to read it. Yeonjun glance at you, watching your eyes read every line on his contract. He had to admit, you dressed up nicely and know what to say.

He hopes you sign this document.

“Fine,” you said. You reach for a pen and sign your name at the bottom of the paper. It feels like you're selling your soul to a demon. A really good-looking demon.

Yeonjun cracks a smile for a second and takes the file you were handed to him. “Great” he smiles. He took out a phone and slide it to you. “We’ll be communicating through this phone only. Please pick up any time I call you” he said. You nodded and pick up the phone.

“There’s a schedule already in that phone you will have to follow. Such as, going shopping for a new wardrobe, getting your nails done, or getting your hair done. Please only call or text me through that phone only. I will not answer from any other number” he explains. You tried to follow along with his rules. He reaches into his drawer and pulls out an envelope.

“It’s for today’s meeting,” he said. You look inside of it curiously and almost gasp.

$3k?!

“I’m sure you’re happy with that amount. Please use the money to buy a new outfit and heels,” he stands up as you follow him.

“I look forward to working with you” he puts his hands out for you to shake. You quickly shake his hand and bid him goodbye.

“This is amazing, all I had to do was sign a paper, and boom he gave me 3k!” You told your best friend on the phone. She shrieked, “shopping on you?” She joked. You rolled your eyes.

“Sadly no, I have to buy more heels and dresses. He even told me to get new clothes” You pout, you heard your friend laughing.

“He said you have ugly clothes” She laughs louder. You hiss at her, her laugh slowly fading away. “Is he cute?” She asks.

You felt your cheeks blush, “he’s handsome. Very intimidating. If looks could kill it would be his” every inch of his face went through your head. Your phone started vibrating, you look at the caller ID.

You gasp, “I’ll call you back, he’s calling me,” you said quickly and hung up. You cleared your throat before answering the phone.

“Hello” you answered. “Hello, Ms. y/n. Unfortunately, there’s an important event tonight that you must attend with me” he said, his voice was cold and stern.

You bit your lip, “yes of course I can make it” you respond. Yeonjun on the other hand nodded after hearing you confirm. He looks at the skyline view of the city. “Great, please dress nicely and I’ll have a driver pick you up at 6 pm, sharp,” he said sternly. You nodded, knowing he can’t see you.

“Okay,” you said. You didn’t hear him say anything else, you look at your phone and the call was still ongoing. “D-did you want to say-“ he hung up on you. You look at your phone to see the call had ended.

“Well damn” you mutter. You sigh and went to the mall to find yourself new clothes.

That night, you were on your way to your first formal event as Yeonjun’s partner. You felt so off knowing that all these rich people are at this type of event and it makes you feel small. You stayed by Yeonjun at all times. You stayed quiet and smiled the whole time because you know there are a lot of people watching. Yeonjun did approve of your dress because you caught him raising his eyebrows when he saw you.

“Are you alright?” Yeonjun whispered in your ear as his hand snaked around your waist. You smile and nodded. “You keep touching your stomach, are you hungry?” He asks. The way he was so close to you, you can feel his lips brush against your ear.

You are hungry. With all these people staring, judging, and watching your every move you choose not to eat. “No, I do that when I’m nervous” you chuckle. You heard Yeonjun chuckle too.

“Hang in there, we’re almost done,” he said rubbing circles on your back. You nodded and just sip your wine. You watch older men giving out speeches and accepting awards. Yeonjun receive one award too which made you feel happy for him.

As Yeonjun walks back, you watch the other guys who were sitting at the same table as you a handshake. Yeonjun finally takes a seat beside you. You patted him on the back, “congrats” you whispered to him. Yeonjun smiles at you and places the award in front of him. The award was made out of glass, it was for Business Man of the year, which I had no idea was a thing.

When you went to the bar to get water, you notice Yeonjun wasn’t at the table. You wander around and saw someone outside. You head towards the door and walk out. Yeonjun made eye contact with you but he was on the phone. He looks stressed out. Once he got off the phone, you went up to him.

“Is everything okay?” You ask worriedly, your hands reach to hold his arms but you quickly retract them away. Yeonjun pinches the bridge of his nose, “I have to fly to Berlin tonight, there’s a problem with my office there” he sighs. You nodded, “Hey, it’ll be fine. I know you can do it” you tried to reassure him. Yeonjun nodded and sigh again.

His eyes darted down at you, “I want you to come” he said in almost a whisper. Your mouth flew open. You didn’t want to say but the only right thing to say was, “yes!” You laugh. Yeonjun's eyes widen and smile.

“Really?” He asks. You nodded, “if you need me, of course, I’ll be there” you smile.

Yeonjun nodded, his large hand placed gently on your back, “we better get going then” he lead you back inside.

“Are airplane food good?” You ask him, earning a soft chuckle from Yeonjun. It was refreshing hearing him laugh for once. He was always so serious.

“Yes,” He chuckles, showing a slight smile peeking at the corner of his lips. At this point, you were staring at him, “what?” He asks as his smile slowly fades away.

You shake your head no, “nothing, I like the way you laugh, it’s very refreshing” you felt your cheeks slowly getting flustered.

Yeonjun blushes as he looks away, “T-thank you” he didn’t know how to deal with a compliment.

On the way to Berlin, you were busy eating airplane food of how hungry you were. You didn’t eat anything all day.

“Oh my god, that good was food” you pat your stomach as you lay your seat back. Yeonjun looks up from his tablet.

He sat across from you, luckily it was his jet. He has his private chef prepare the food for you. “10 more hours?” You groan after checking on the time.

Yeonjun had finally finished his work, he decide to change and get out of his clothes. He notice you were fast asleep. He made his way to you to fix the blanket that had fallen off your chair.

He cover your body up with the blanket as he heard you snore, and he immediately laugh quietly.

“No! Don’t go there!” You yell in your sleep. You whimper and jump out of your chair. You gasp and took off the eye cover.

Yeonjun just stares at you, you gulp when you realize he was staring at you. “Did I scare you?” You ask. Yeonjun gulps and stands up after falling when you jump out of your seat.

You tuck your shake back, “sorry, I tend to yell in my sleep, so I’ve heard” you look down at your lap embarrassingly.

A smile creeps up on Yeonjun’s face but he quickly shakes it off. “What is this dream you were screaming about?” Yeonjun asks as he sat in front of you.

You cleared your throat and sit up straight, “I got stuck in a room-type game, this guy was the only one who survive and went inside a room, and BOOM! Dead” you explain.

Yeonjun smirked, the way you add a sound effect made it funny. “Are you able to fall back asleep?“ he asks. You shrug, “I’ll just stay up for the remainder of the ride” you were already fully awake.

“We still have 7 hours” he pointed at the screen showing the plane over Russia. You bit your lip.

“Yeah it’s fine, I’ll kill time by watching the whole Harry Potter movie,” You told him. Yeonjun nodded as he head to the back to change.

Your butt was getting sore, there’s still 5 hours to go. You sat up to stretch a bit as you turn around, you notice Yeonjun was sleeping.

***

“If you need anything, I’ll be across from you,” Yeonjun says. You nodded as you look back to your hotel room. You watch Yeonjun disappear into his room.

When you walk in, you gasp. It was your first time getting a suite. You shriek as drop everything. You check out the whole room, the bathroom shock you the most.

Everything was made of glass. It was beautiful. The shower has pretty white marble walls and followed by everything made of glass.

It was truly beautiful.

You had to join Yeonjun at his conference, it was rather boring. You stayed outside the room with his bodyguard.

You carried a book to keep yourself entertained. Then, you and his bodyguard begin to talk about the book you were reading.

“You just spoiled it for me!” You laugh.

“I’m sorry, you kept asking questions!” He defends himself. It was good to see Yeonjun’s workers loosen up. You always seem tense, tired, and serious all the time.

“You could’ve answered it without spoiling it” you laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry!” He apologized as he laugh.

The door room burst open, and Yeonjun walked out. He quickly stands up and got serious. You stand up and send a smile to Yeonjun.

Yeonjun stops in front of the two of you. He heard the two of you laugh loudly while he was in his meeting.

It bothered him.

“Didn’t I tell you, you are not to talk while on duty?” Yeonjun glared at his bodyguard.

“I’m sorry sir” he apologized.

You didn’t like how Yeonjun blame the guard when it was you who started talking to him. “It was my fault, I-“ Yeonjun shushes you.

“You shouldn’t speak unless I ask you a question,” he said coldly to you. The tone he uses on you cut your heart.

You close your lips so you won’t speak any further.

“Take her back to the hotel. I shall finish my business on my own” Yeonjun walked away with the rest of his bodyguards.

The guy lead the way out to the car where they took you back to the hotel. The car ride was quiet, both of you did not exchange any sort of communication.

The bodyguard stayed outside of your hotel room, for safety purposes. Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom taking a bath to relax your tense body.

As you were getting out, your hand ended up slipping against the wet wall and falling to the ground.

You yelp when your body hit the cold floor. “Fuck!” You groan.

Your front door swung open, revealing the bodyguard. He quickly covers you with a towel and helps you up. “Y-you’re bleeding,” He says. You followed his eyes to your foot. Blood was gushing out from the bottom of your feet.

You didn’t realize how you cut your foot open like that. He grabs another towel and gently presses it against your foot. You wince at the sudden pain rushing through you. He picks you up and quickly puts you on your bed.

He ran out of the room for a bit and came out with a medical kit. You hold the towel around your chest as you watch him take off the white towel which now has blood stains on it.

You hiss and look away. “The cut is pretty deep” he checks. He looks at you and back at your foot.

“Whatever, just sanitize it, I’m ready” you bite the towel as he pours rubbing alcohol over the gash. Your scream muffled against the towel. You wince in pain.

“Fuck, it’s still bleeding” He began to panic.

“Can you stitch it?” You ask, looking down at him. You bit his lip and look at your bloody foot.

“Damn it Soobin, answer me!” You were getting irritated by his quietness.

“Y-yes, yes I can. But I have to let Mr. Choi know, any incidents happen with his significant others, I have to tell him” he explains. You quickly grab him by the collar.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell him” you said through your gritted teeth. “Fucking stitch it up and pretend this never happened!” You let go and collapse on the bed.

Soobin gulped and nodded. He prepared the needle and the string. Being part of Yeonjun’s bodyguard, you must have to be served in the military. You must know how to tend wounds. Luckily, Soobin was part of the army medic. He specializes in this.

“Okay, here I go,” he says, glancing at you and then your wound.

You bite into the towel as he pricks you with the needle. You scream in pain as he stitches you up.

10 stitches later, Soobin covers your stitch with a bandage and cleans up the mess. You were already tired and sleepy from all the pain you had to suffer.

“Tomorrow, make sure you take off the bandage and rinse your foot. Then, apply a new bandage. I’ll check up on it tomorrow” he stands up, getting ready to leave.

You quickly grab his hand, “don’t tell Yeonjun” You ordered. Soobin sighed and nodded. You let go of his hand and let him leave.

You lift your foot, wincing as the cold air hits it, and place it under the cover. You fix yourself before falling asleep.

That same morning, you followed what Soobin had told you. The blood had stopped dripping, you had to wash the dried blood that was left on your foot.

You use the mirror to check on the stitches and the redness around the stitch forms. Soobin had done a perfect job stitching your foot up.

“Fuck” you try to stand up on your feet without help. The sharp pain stings as you apply force on your foot.

You know you have to somewhere to attend with Yeonjun this morning. You both are going to have breakfast with Yeonjun’s old friend.

You got ready as soon as you were about to slip onto your heels, Yeonjun knock on the door. “Are you ready?” He asks.

You wince as you slide into the dark heels. You pick up your bag and head to the door. You went from limping to walking casually as you reach the door.

You open the door, “Yes!” And walk out with him.

You made eye contact with Soobin, whose eyes widen when he saw you wearing heels. You glare at him before he opens the door for the both of you.

“I-I’m sorry for raising my voice at you yesterday” Yeonjun broke the silence in the car. You chuckle nervously.

“I-it’s alright” your voice crack a little. You tried to keep your composure, didn’t want him to know you were in pain.

“I tried to see you last night but you were fast asleep” Yeonjun stares outside the window. You nodded, “it was the jet lag. I was very tired” you laugh.

Yeonjun look at you, noticing your forehead was sweaty as your face look pale. “Are you alright? Your sweating” he said as he grab his handkerchief and wipe the sweat off your forehead.

“Yeah, it’s a little hot in here” you fan yourself. Yeonjun turns up the air conditioning.

“Seriously?!” Yeonjun smiles as he talks to his childhood friend. The two men laugh as they continue to talk.

“It always makes me so happy seeing Beomgyu meet him again. He’s always talking about Yeonjun every day” His wife smiles as you both look at the two laughing with each other.

You were smiling a little too hard after seeing Yeonjun laughing. He loosens up. You've never seen him laugh this hard.

“They look so happy” you smile at the sight.

“Are you Yeonjun’s new lover?” She asks you as you take a bite of your stake.

You blush, “no, I’m just his person of interest” you lied. You didn’t want to be rude and say ‘he’s paying me to be his lover.’

“Hmm, you’re different. I’ve seen the women Yeonjun’s been with, he’s never brought them to meet us before. You’re the first” she sends you a mischievous smile.

You blush, even more, and your foot started to feel wet. You look down to see blood was starting to show on your foot.

You stand up, earning looks from all of them. “Are you alright?” Yeonjun asks. You chuckle, “yes, I have to use the ladies’ room, I’ll be back” you excuse yourself before leaving the table.

“You shouldn’t have worn the heels!” Soobin meet you in the hallway. You hold his arm for assistance, “I’m bleeding” you panicked.

“You must’ve ripped the stitches open!” He said worriedly. He leads you to the bathroom. “Clean it up” he handed you a new bandage.

“We have to get you to the hospital, this is serious” he explains. You quickly shake your head no. You limp your way into the bathroom to clean up your foot. You wipe off the blood inside your heel.

You put the bandage over the stitches and slip into your heels again. You stand up straight and walk out of the bathroom.

You gasp when you saw Yeonjun standing in front of you. His arms cross over his chest, face glaring at you. You look at Soobin who was right behind him, apologizing to you.

“Y-Yeonjun! What are you doing here?! Let’s not make them wait” you begin walking but Yeonjun quickly grabs your arm and pulls you back.

You hiss at the sudden pull. “You’re hurt! Why didn’t you tell me!” He yelled at you quietly.

“Whatever Soobin told you, he’s a liar!” You cross your arms.

“Stop lying to me!” He yelled louder, earning looks from the people passing by.

“I’m not!” You yelled back. Yeonjun closes his mouth after you raise your voice at him.

“Let’s go back now,” you told him and retracted your arm from his grip. You took two steps before stumbling down but Yeonjun quickly caught you.

“I told you to stop lying to me” His breath hit your face. You were too in awe by his face being so close to yours.

He picks you up, carrying you bridal style, “Soobin, tell the Choi’s that we have to go and I’ll reschedule dinner with them again,” he said it sternly before walking through the building with you in his arms.

“Don’t move!” He demands. You both just came back from the hospital after the doctor fix up your open stitch and wrap your foot.

“You do know my room is right in front of yours” You pointed at the door. Yeonjun ignores you as he covers your legs with the duvet.

His room smells like him, his strong, manly cologne. You always wonder what type of cologne he uses because it smells amazing and hot. It suits him perfectly.

Yeonjun disappear off to somewhere and you take this opportunity to leave his room and went to yours. The second your hand landed on the doorknob, Yeonjun’s large hand tightly wrapped around your small wrist.

“Are you kidding me?” He said in disbelief. The way he stares deeply into your soul waiting for you to explain why you’re out of bed.

“I-I was going to my room, I didn’t want to intrude on you” you stutter in the beginning.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and helps you walk back to his bed. This time he covered the duvet over your body so you won’t leave again.

“I mean seriously, it’s just a cut!” You groan frustratedly and throw the duvet off of your body.

“When I was in school, I sprained my ankle during soccer season, I iced my ankle and ran a mile the next day. This cut is nothing” You explain to him. It wasn’t a big deal but Yeonjun is making it a big deal.

Your eyes landed on his who didn’t talk back to you but had his arms crossed. You purse your lips shut after you rant to him.

Beep!

“Don’t leave” he said sternly this time and in all seriousness. Yeonjun left you and came back shortly after with a cup of hot tea.

“Drink this” he handed you the cup. You take it out of his hands and bring the cup to your lips as you blow cold air into the steaming hot water.

Yeonjun waited for you to drink it as he stands beside you, “it’s steaming hot, do you want me to burn my mouth?!” You place the cup on the table.

Yeonjun grab his bag and sat beside you as he work quietly. The room fell silent, only the sound of him shuffling papers around filled the room.

You look around, not knowing what to do. It was boring, if only you had the book you could’ve been reading right now.

You reach over to the table for the remote, Yeonjun’s hand quickly grabs your leg, preventing you to move.

“Relax, I’m just getting the remove” you reassure him. He probably thought you were trying to leave. He moves his hand and continues reading his paperwork.

You turn on the tv, changing every channel that you didn’t like. You groan when you can’t find a channel you like. There weren’t any good shows or movies on.

You turn off the tv and toss the remove on the bed. “This is boring!” You huff.

“It’s like I’m being locked in this room! You could’ve at least brought my book!” You said irritatedly.

Yeonjun reaches inside his bag and tosses a book into your lap. You grab the book and read the title.

“This is a business book, I want my romance novel” you whine. Yeonjun breathes heavily to calm his nerves down.

“You read that or go to sleep” he hisses, getting irritated with your bratty act.

You suck your teeth and bring the book up to read it. As your read through the first page, your eyes landed on Yeonjun.

You couldn’t help but watch his lips move quietly as he read through his documents. The way he would move his brown locks back, away from his face made your cheeks red.

Yeonjun turns to look at you but you quickly bring the book up to hide your face. “Drink your tea,” he said. You listen to as he says.

An hour has gone by, and Yeonjun was getting tired after reading so many documents. He had forgotten you were staying beside him, he turn to look at you. A laugh escape his lips when he realize you were fast asleep with the book covering your face.

He reach over to take the book and realize you were only on the 3rd page. He closes the book and sat the book beside him. He cleans up the bed, putting his stuff away. He went to take a fresh shower before checking on you one more time.

His body hovers over yours as he reaches across to get a pillow.

“Hmm” you moan into your sleep. The sound made Yeonjun look at you, he suddenly froze in his tracks. The sound sounded pleasant coming from you. The way it made his heart beat a little faster, his cheeks flush in red.

His eyes landed on your exposed neck. A drip of water fall into your cheek which made you open your eyes. To your surprise, Yeonjun was hovering over you. Both of you didn’t say anything, just staring deep into each other’s eyes.

You didn’t know why he was over you, you couldn’t help but notice his hair was wet. He just got out of the shower, his brown locks turn darker as they rest around his face. He looks very sexy if you have to admit. His lips were a shade darker than it usually is.

“W-why are you on top of me?” You whispered, trying to break the silence.

“I-I was reaching for the pillow” He look at the pillow which he was gripping. You turn to your left to see his veiny arm holding the pillow tightly.

“Why didn’t you go around?” You ask. Yeonjun was lost for words. He didn’t want to tell you he was staring at your neck while you were sleeping.

“I was checking on you” he retorts. Your cheeks flushed. Yeonjun cleared his throat and quickly stand up and hold the pillow with one hand.

“It’s only 10:30!?” You check your phone before tossing it into the sheets.

“I thought you were asleep,” Yeonjun said as he went to the couch, setting it up as a bed.

“The book made me fall asleep but now I’m wide awake” you stretch your back. “I was only on page 3 and I fell asleep. How can you read that boring-ass book” you hiss?

Yeonjun smirk as he fluff his pillow, “To be honest with you, I stopped reading it after the 5th page” He laughs. You gasp, “you cu-“ you threw him a pillow which he catch easily. The two of you laugh quietly.

“Are you sleeping on the couch?” You ask, watching him take another blanket from the closet.

“Yeah,” he said. You felt bad, it was his hotel room after all. “I know what you’re thinking, don’t. I’ll be fine” He said. You pout.

“Is it wrong that I want to shower?” You ask. Yeonjun sighed and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“There!” he smiles at his work. He covers your bandage with a plastic bag so it doesn’t get wet. It was poorly put together but it was fine.

“You should stick to business” you pat his shoulder before standing up on the toilet seat. You look at him, telling him to leave so you can shower. He scratches his head before closing the door.

Yeonjun was on his phone, going through his emails when he heard a loud thud in the bathroom followed by a screech. He immediately ran into the bathroom, bursting the door wide open. He found you laying down in the bathroom. “Yeonjun!” You tried to cover your naked body.

He ignored you and quickly shut off the water and help you up. He wrap the dry towel over your body and carried you to the couch. “Are you alright!?” He asks worriedly, checking your head to see if you crack anything open.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It was slippery” you scratch your head, just have to realize he saw your naked body in there. “Um, I’m going to need my clothes,” you said quietly.

“Do you have the keycard?” He asks. “It’s in my bag,” You told him, looking around the room.

“Damn it, it’s with Soobin” He muttered. He looks around and grabs a fresh black shirt from his luggage and his boxer.

“You can wear this, for now, I’ll get your clothes tomorrow morning,” he says, handing you his clothes. You smile at him and thank him.

Yeonjun turn around so you could change quickly. You took the plastic off your bandage. “One more thing, your stuff is all wet” you pointed at his blanket and pillow soaked with water.

Yeonjun groan and scratch his head, “I’ll be fine with you sleeping on the bed with me” you said. Yeonjun glance at the bed and back at you.

“You already see me naked” you shrug. Yeonjun's cheek flushes red. He was too worried to look at you closely. He didn’t see anything below your breast.

“Come on” you hop over to the bed, patting the space next to you. Yeonjun slowly walks over to lay beside you.

“I know this is breaking part of our agreement” you begin. Yeonjun shakes his head no.

“It’s fine, I’ll let it slide” he fluffs his pillow as you fix yourself under the sheets.

The next morning, Yeonjun woke up first. He felt his chest was heavy. As he was about to sit up, he felt your head laying on his chest.

“Hmmm” you groan as you wrap your arm tightly around his torso. Yeonjun slowly lay back down not trying to wake you up.

The smell of fresh soap filled his nose coming from your hair. He’s not sure how you ended up laying on his chest.

“Why is my pillow a heartbeat?” You talk to yourself. You bang your head on your pillow, earning a soft groan from Yeonjun.

You wake up from your sleep, looking around the room as your eyes land on his face. “Why do you keep appearing in front of me?” You mutter, half tiredly.

“Maybe it’s because you’re sleeping on my chest?” He said as matter of fact. Your eyes widen and quickly got off of him.

You didn’t know you were so close to the edge, you almost fell backward but Yeonjun grab your wrist and pull you into his arms. Your lips almost touch his.

You gulp, feeling his arm around your waist. “You have bad luck in Germany huh?” He smirks, the way his voice sounds so deep in the morning makes you lost for words.

His eyes wander around your face, reading everything about you. His gaze made you lost for words. It’s like your throat swells up and won’t produce any sounds.

“Hmm, what are you thinking about?” He asks, almost quietly. Not sure if he’s talking to you or if he meant to say that in his head.

Not sure if you should tell him what you’re thinking about. It’s mainly tasting those plump lips of his.

Yeonjun chuckles, “let’s sleep. It’s getting late” he lets go of you and fixes his side of the bed. You almost groan after his arm left your waist, it’s like you wanted it around you longer.

A few weeks later

Your foot healed perfectly. You just got the stitches out and say you can see the scar on your foot. You can only see part of it from the side but the rest doesn’t show since it’s under your foot.

You haven’t seen Yeonjun in about a week and a half. He’s been busy traveling alone but he does pay you like promised.

You kind of missed him. Ever since Germany, you felt like Yeonjun became more open toward you. He smiles more around you and even heard him laugh.

Luckily, Yeonjun is inviting you to his friend’s launch party tonight. It’ll be your first time seeing him after a while.

Your heart race quickly knowing you get to see Yeonjun again. You almost forgot what he looked like. You missed the smell of his musky cologne, those beautiful pink lips of his, and his intimidating eyes.

Arriving at the party with Soobin escorting you, Yeonjun had come early because it was his friend's launch party after all. He wants to be there to congratulate him first.

“It’s nice meeting you again!” Beomgyu’s wife greeted you with a hug. You smile and hug her.

“I’m so sorry for last time. I was being stubborn and didn’t tell Yeonjun I had cut my foot” you apologized. She chuckles.

“Don’t worry about it! I’m glad you’re all fine now!” She handed you a glass of Chardonnay. You took a sip before looking around if you can spot Yeonjun.

A group of men scatters off to the side as your eyes finally lock into Yeonjun’s. Your cheeks flushed after seeing him in his signature black and white suit.

“I love this dress! You look lovely” she complimented your figure. You wore a black bodycon dress but it has rhinestones from head to toe. Luckily, it was the last dress in your size so you’re glad you snatch it before anyone else did.

You loved the way it hugs your body, showing every curve of your body. “I’ll be right back, Beomgyu is calling me” she touches your shoulder before walking away.

Your eyes caught Yeonjun dismissing himself from the group of men he was talking to before heading towards you.

“Hi” your breath shakes. Yeonjun smiles before giving you a side hug and kisses your temple. Of course, it caught you by surprise since he’s always hugging you and holding your hand in public, but he’s never kissed you before.

“You look very beautiful” he complimented you. You blush before finishing the glass of Chardonnay. Yeonjun finishes his glass of bourbon.

“Thank you” you smile. You didn’t know what else to say, it’s like you forgot how to talk to him. You seem more nervous around him now.

“How’s your foot?” He asks as he looks down at your feet which were covered by your dress.

“It’s better! I got the stitches out a few days ago. I have a scar now” you pout. Yeonjun chuckles.

“Maybe you should have been more careful” he whispered into your ear over the loud music.

“Well, I tried! Everything was so slippery” you laugh. “I’m joking” he places his hand on your back.

Your body froze after his warm palm rested on your back. The way your body shivers just by his touch. You were in awe.

“Mr. Choi! Beomgyu has talked a lot about your company!” A male walks up to both of you and begins talking to Yeonjun.

“Excuse us” Yeonjun whispered in your ear once again before the two of them head to Beomgyu.

You purse your lips as you were left alone. You grab another glass of Chardonnay before standing where Soobin was.

“You know the party is over there” He nudges his head to where all the rich people stand and socialize.

Soobin stands on the side with all the other security guards. “I know but I don’t know any of them but you” you shrug. Soobin tries to minimize talking to you so he won’t get caught.

“If your foot starts hurting, let me know, I’ll get the car for you,” He says. You nodded.

“Wow, are you kicking me out?!” You joke. Soobin started laughing and shook his head no.

Your eyes landed on Yeonjun, watching him talk to his people as you just admire him from afar. “Have you been keeping track of Yeonjun’s cup?” You ask as you narrow your eyes at the new cup of bourbon he picked up.

“That is his fourth” Soobin says. You nodded. You didn’t think of it much but you still kept your eyes on him so he doesn’t get too drunk and make a fool of himself.

While you and Soobin casually talk and share laughter, Beomgyu taps the microphone which sends out feedback for everyone to hear.

All heads turn to look at him. Beomgyu stands on the stage with Yeonjun beside him. You smile at Yeonjun but he didn’t smile back. His whole expression changes.

After his whole speech and thanking Yeonjun for helping him, the two left the stage and were quickly greeted by the others.

You’re not necessarily mad just by standing on the side while everyone is talking to one another, it’s part of your job being Yeonjun’s partner.

You have to get used to it even when you don’t know anyone. “Do these people know each other? Because in my eyes they seem like they’re very close” you talk to Soobin.

He chuckles, “honestly, they don’t. Some are but others no. They only come to brag about the finest pieces of jewelry they get and show off their money” Soobin says. You laugh at his remark.

“Oh wow! Soobin, this is why you’re my favorite. You never fail to make me laugh” you laugh, holding to your stomach.

“I’ll be back I need to use the bathroom” handing your glass to Soobin, he takes it without a doubt. “Do you need me to come with you?” He asks, getting ready to come with you.

You hold your hand out to his chest, stopping him midway. “You think I’m going to fall again?” You ask him.

“Yes,” he said with a straight face. You shake your head before heading to the bathroom.

You fix your hair and pat down the oil that’s slowly peeking through on your face. You wash your hands before heading out back to the party.

As you were walking out, a hand coming from behind you wrap its arm around your waist and another hand close your mouth. You tried to scream but it sounded muffled up.

The person pulls you into a dark room and pushes you against metal shelves. You wince in pain after hitting the shelves. The lights flickered on, revealing Yeonjun staring drunk at you.

Your heart ease up after knowing it was him and not some stranger trying to kidnap you. “Yeonjun! You scared me!” You hold your chest.

Yeonjun walks up to you, his eyes staring hungrily into yours. “Why does every time I look at you, you would always be laughing at whatever Soobin would say?” He slurs his words.

“What?” You ask him, he’s not in a good headspace. He stumbles around and can’t stand properly still.

“Do you like him?!” He raises his voice at you. At this point, you were getting scared. You’ve never seen him like this. It wasn’t like him.

“No!” You respond to him. You can’t believe he thinks you like Soobin. You never like him in that way. He just keeps you company for all the times Yeonjun would disappear to talk to his business friends.

“Then, why don’t you laugh at anything I say?!” He yells angrily at you, his hand landed right next to your face, gripping into the metal shelves.

“B-because you’re always serious” your lower voice. Yeonjun lowers his face towards you. You could smell the alcohol in his breath. His other hand stroke your cheek before he holds onto your chin.

You notice he was leaning in to kiss you, part of you has been waiting to taste his lips but the other part of you knows it’s wrong. He was drunk, you didn’t want to take advantage of it.

You slide out of his arms and stand in front of the door. “Let’s get you home, you’re way too drunk” you help him out. Luckily, he didn’t try to fight you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you lead him out of the room. You went to get Soobin as he calls for the car.

You arrive at his house 20 minutes later. Soobin helped you carry Yeonjun into his house. You couldn’t help but mesmerize by his home. It was modern and had dark furniture. It was beautiful and fit his CEO vibes. You catch up with Soobin who helped Yeonjun lay down.

“Should I take you home?” He asks, you look at Yeonjun and are worried that he won’t be okay when he wakes up. You shake your head no, “I’ll stay here and leave when he feels better” you scratch your head, feeling shy after saying that.

“Alright, just call me whenever you want me to pick you up” He smiles. You nodded. He walks past you, gently squeezing your arm before leaving. “Also…” You turn around.

Soobin walks over to a drawer and pulls out extra clothes for you to wear in case you don’t feel comfortable. “In case you don’t feel comfortable wearing that. The bathroom is right there” he pointed at the room on the far right. You nodded and take the clothes from him.

“How did you know?” You ask, wondering how he knows where Yeonjun places his clothes. He chuckles softly before backing up, “I’ve been with him for a while so I know where he keeps his things” he waves goodbye to you before closing the door.

You take your time looking around his room. Yeonjun doesn’t keep pictures of himself around. It’s mainly filled with books and random decors. His room is very clean and big. It’s bigger than your apartment combine with your two rooms.

“Hmmm” Yeonjun groan. You quickly head to check on him. Yeonjun was still asleep, his hand reaches down to unbutton his shirt. You gulp watching his every move. He finishes unbuttoning his whole shirt, revealing his fit body. You look away to stop yourself from looking too hard.

After you finish showering, you bring a chair up and set it beside Yeonjun’s bed. You sat down and watch him while rubbing his arm. Even if he doesn’t know you’re here you just want to be there for him.

Yeonjun woke up a few hours later, he felt thirsty, and his throat dried up. He reaches over to get water on his nightstand, he struggles to lift his hand. He looks down to see you sleeping on his arm. He cleared the sleepiness in his eyes before sitting up. “Y/n?” His groggy voice calls your name. You hum before sitting up. You wipe your eyes and look at Yeonjun who was awake.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, looking around to see if this was his room. “I didn’t want to leave you alone so I’m staying until you feel better,” you said, half asleep. You reach for the water and Advil, handing them to him.

Yeonjun thank you, for popping the pill into his mouth and drinking the whole glass of water. “Thank you,” He said. You nodded before standing up. Yeonjun quickly sits up, “w-where are you going?” He asks. You pointed at the chair before putting it back to where it was.

Yeonjun watch you move the chair back, noticing you were wearing his clothes. His heart melts a little. He loved the way his clothes fit baggy on you. The way it stops just above your knees. He thinks you look adorable in his clothes.

As you turn around, you notice Yeonjun was looking at what you were wearing. You blush, “Soobin gave me your clothes in case I was feeling uncomfortable” you chuckle softly.

“No, it’s fine. You look good in it” again, he complimented you. You have to admit, you love the compliments he gives you. It makes you feel special.

The room fell silent as the both of you look at each other. “Since you’re feeling better, I’ll head out now” You pick up your bag and hurried to the door. Yeonjun jumps out of the bed and reaches for your wrist, spinning you around. He catches you into his arms as he holds you close to him.

You gulp, feeling his warmth on your skin. Your eyes stare into his, no words spoken but you both know what the feeling was. Yeonjun gulped, “I-I don’t want you to leave” He whispered, almost quietly. It’s like he was begging you to stay.

“Please…” his voice cracks. Your heart sunk, his voice was soft and pleading. You couldn’t gather any words because you were too focused on his eyes. You felt his cold hand stroke your warm cheek, sending waves of electricity through your body.

“What are you thinking?” He whispered as his eyes wander around your face, trying to read you.

You know this whole thing is wrong, it goes against the agreement that you signed. Yeonjun’s thumb ran across your soft lips, your eyes flutter shut, loving the way it glides past it.

“Do you like it when I do that?” He whispered, it almost sounded sexual. You open your eyes, seeing his eyes darken. It’s like his eyes so hypnotic, that it made you nod.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asks. The way your heart is racing so fast, it feels like it’s about to rip out from your chest and run away. You place your hands on him, you look down at your feel before removing it.

“We can’t do this, it’ll break our agreement” as much as you want him, the last thing you want is to fall in love with your boss or whatever he is under this contract. You love spending time with him and if you break the contract, you won’t ever see him again.

Yeonjun clenches his jaw, “Rules are meant to be broken, I want You!” He leans in to cup your cheeks again. You couldn’t look at his eyes, you were too scared to fall into his trance again.

“Look at me” the demanding tone in his voice. You look up at him, exchanging your contacts with his lips and his eyes. “Tell me what you want” trying to read you.

You bit the bottom of your lip, it makes Yeonjun’s knees weak seeing you do that. His cock grows harder just for the little things you do. “I want to taste you” you stare at his lips.

Yeonjun almost smirks but he holds himself back. He didn’t even give it a second thought, he slams his lips into yours.

The time stopped when his lips met yours, but the flutter only intensified. Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees got weaker. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all of your senses.

Yeonjun’s hand drops down to your waist as he leads you to the bed. The kiss got steamy as your hands reach for his shirt, tugging it to let him know to take it off. You both broke the kiss quickly to catch your breaths, Yeonjun picks you up as you wrap your legs around his torso.

He gently drops you to the bed as you watch him hover over you. “I wish you could see how perfect you look right now” He whispered as he admire how gorgeous you look from his point of view.

Your cheeks flustered, your hands around across his bare chest, feeling how smooth and soft his skin was. Yeonjun’s hands slip underneath your shirt as he finds your breasts. He begins to gently massage your breasts.

You could moan at any moment but you stop yourself. His eyes were locked into yours as he lower himself down to kiss your bare stomach.

A moan escape your lips, you couldn’t hold it in. You loved the way his warm lips pressed against your skin. His hands left your breasts as they tug onto the band of the brief. He slips it right out.

You kept your eyes on Yeonjun, ignoring the fact that your cunt is out in the open. Hell, it’s not his first time seeing you naked. You thought.

Yeonjun traced kisses down your stomach again, kissing your hipbone and making he was in. You spread your legs out as he gets closer to your heated area.

A soft gasp escape your lips when his lips ended on your cunt. Your hands cup around your breasts as you play with them.

His warm tongue flicking up and down on your cunt, sending sensations not only to your cunt but everywhere. Your chest begins to heave with euphoric relief.

Yeonjun spread your lips apart as he flicks his tongue to your clit. You almost close your legs to him from the sensation.

“F-fuck” you moan loudly. Yeonjun smirked as he pressed his tongue deeper into your cunt.

You feel light-headed. Your toes tingle and your belly warms in anticipation of the orgasm you know are heading your way. You feel pleasure in every part of your body.

Your eyes flutter open and you look down at Yeonjun whose eyes never left yours. To your surprise, Yeonjun inserts two fingers into your cunt. You groan at the penetration.

Yeonjun pulls away from your cunt as he watches his fingers going in and out of your cunt. “You taste so good” He licks his lips.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good” You moan, eyes rolling back. Yeonjun smirk as he leans in to kiss you.

You hungrily kiss him back, tasting yourself as your tongue battle against his. Yeonjun picks up his pace and angles his fingers. You gasp against his lips and he quickly kisses you again.

“Cum around my fingers,” He said against your lips.

When you eventually orgasm, You feel it most in your head, which is all full of lights and tingling, while all the muscles in your cunt contract. Yeonjun pulls his fingers out and kisses your temple.

It was the first best orgasm you’ve had. Your previous partners never made you cum just with their fingers but Yeonjun excels at that.

You shut your eyes to rest after your orgasm but Yeonjun had a different plan. He took off his pants and shove his whole cock inside of you.

“Holy fuck” You moan, my eyes flew open. Yeonjun grunted as he thrust inside of you. “Fuck you’re so big” You groan, looking down at his cock filling you in.

“You feel so tight” he moans into your ear. You place a gentle kiss on his cheek before pulling him into your chest.

You wrap your arms around him tightly as he rocks his hips deeper inside of you. “This feels so good” you moan into his ears. Yeonjun hiss, loving how you talk.

“This pussy feels so good” Yeonjun's eyes flutter shut, feeling your walls tightly wrap around his cock.

“Your dick is so good Yeonjun” your hands dug into his back. “You love the way it fits perfectly inside of you?” He asks. You nodded.

“Fucking love it” You breathe out. Yeonjun sit back up as his hands rested on your thighs. You help him by holding your legs back.

“Your pussy looks so fucking good” he hisses, staring down at your cunt. He pulls out before kissing your cunt.

Your eyes roll back, feeling his tongue again on your cunt. Your hand tangles into his hair and pushes him deeper into your cunt.

“Just like that” you watch him flick his tongue on your clit. He pulls away before spitting into your cunt, rubbing it around your cunt.

He flips you over, poking your ass out for him. You rested your head against the mattress. Yeonjun fixes himself behind you, teasing your cunt by rubbing his tip over your cunt.

His hand slapped across your ass earning a soft moan coming from you. You shake your ass to make him put himself inside of you. “Fuck” he hissed, he couldn’t handle the teasing anymore.

He inserts himself again, letting you wrap yourself around him. You moan into the sheets. You begin to rock your hips. Yeonjun let you work while he watches the way your cunt grip around his cock.

His hands run along your spine, admiring the beauty you are. “You’re so perfect” he mutters under his breath.

Yeonjun notice you were slowing down so he pick up where you left off. His hands hold your waist as he thrust his hips into you. The way your ass jiggles with every thrust.

He hisses again before slapping your ass, “fuck, that feels so good. Slap me again” you beg him. Yeonjun smirked and kept hitting you.

Yeonjun felt himself getting to his orgasm so he had to stop himself. His hand wraps gently around your neck, pulling you against his chest.

You look back at him as he kisses your lips passionately. “You’re so bad” He whispered. You bit your lip, holding his hand around your neck.

“Tell me how you like it,” you ask him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Words can’t describe how good you are,” He said, placing a kiss on your temple.

Yeonjun slowly started to thrust again, still holding against his chest. Your hand lowers to play with your clit, trying to pace yourself with his thrusts.

Your eyes close as you clench your walls. “Fuck” he moans into your ear, he tightens his grip around your neck. You moan. “Do you like it when I choke you?” he whispered in your ear, looking down at you.

You nodded, “say it!” He demands, squeezing the sides of your neck.

You swallowed your saliva, “yes” you said loudly. Yeonjun smirk, lowering his head to kiss your collarbone.

***

You both fuck the whole morning. With few rests in between. Yeonjun gave you a home tour by fucking you every inch of his house.

The two of you ended up back on his bed, cuddling with each other. Yeonjun was drawing circles on your back while you listens to his heartbeat.

“Why do you get so jealous when I’m around Soobin?” You finally ask him. You hope he’ll answer you after you both practically fuck each other for hours.

“I can’t stand him getting all the girls I want” You can hear the jealousy in his voice.

“Then why is he still working under you?” You ask him. Yeonjun pulls you closer to him as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

“He’s my brother, I do everything for him” He kisses your cheek. You pull back and look at him.

“As in like blood brothers?!” You ask in shock. Yeonjun nodded, nonchalantly.

Well, that was a plot twist.

“Hmph, that explains how he knows where your clothes are” you talk to yourself out loud. Yeonjun laughs before pulling you back into his arms.

“Wait,” you pull away again, making him groan. He just wants to cuddle.

“‘Getting all the girls you want,” repeating after himself, “does that mean you want me too?” You ask him, shyly.

Yeonjun smiles, “yes, I want you. Just you” He moves the strand of hair off your face.

“Is this you asking me to be yours?” You smile, and your heart started to get giddy. Yeonjun shakes his head no and pulls you into his arms.

“Not like this, I already have a plan on how to ask you. Now, stop talking! Let me just cuddle with you in peace!” He hissed. You smile against his chest but hold him tighter.

“I’m canceling our contracts, once I make you mine” he murmurs in your ear. You nodded as you plant a soft kiss on his chest.

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I don’t know if someone’s already replied because I just saw it now but this is why people are attacking Joe:

Joe and Sophie got together in 2016, when she was 20 and he was 27. After a year of dating, they got engaged. Then, in 2019 Sophie had a big year because both the last season of Game Of Thrones and Dark Phoenix were coming out. That also came with a lot of hate, because both of those were bad but also because Daenerys stans decided to hate on Sophie because they disliked Sansa. They also created fake drama between Emília and Sophie, so she got a lot of hate. Sophie also got a lot of hate from Priyanka stans who kept comparing them.

Through all of this, Sophie mentioned having mental health issues and deleted her twitter account. She also mentioned deleting the Instagram app from her phone.

In 2019, they got married and in early 2020 there were rumors of her being pregnant. The pandemic happened and they had a child. In 2021, she did The Staircase, and then she took another break to have baby number 2. She’s now back to work on a TV show called Joan.

If I remember correctly Joe has been working and touring through a lot of this. So it seems like she had a hard time with her new found fame (she had been famous for years but she became a lot more well known in 2019) and decided to take a step back and start a family with him.

I think it’s worth mentioning that she has said that her family and friends are all in the UK and she was trying to convince Joe to move back there. This year she has been spending a lot of time in the UK, even before she started filming, so I think it’s possible she really wants to move back there.

It all seems a bit tragic to me. She has struggled with depression and an ED throughout her whole life because of GOT, and she’s spent all her 20s dating a man almost 10 years older than her, taking a step back to have his children while he kept working, living far away from her family and friends, etc. and now, when she goes back to the UK and gets back to work, his team (it had to come from there) acts like she abandoned her children and like Joe deserves a gold medal for being a father.

I’m not saying their relationship was toxic, but I do think it maybe wasn’t the healthiest for her. She’s also talked about Joe helping her with her mental health struggles, but maybe that led to some dependency that wasn’t great. Specially since he apparently broke up with her right before they got married because of her mental health. I had misunderstood that interview and I thought she was saying they had broken up for 24 hours right at the beginning of their relationship, but apparently it was right before the wedding in Las Vegas.

All in all, I think Joe shouldn’t have gotten with someone as young as her. I usually don’t mind age differences when both people are in their 20s, but I do think she was probably too young. I think he tried to help with her mental health but I don’t think it was the healthiest. I think she has given up more for him than he has for her. It’s sad that they tried to make her look bad with the divorce news.

I also fully believe the news, but I also believe they could work it out and then fans will pretend it was all fake. But I do believe they’re on the brink of divorce but still willing to work it out if possible. That’s why neither were wearing their rings but now Joe is wearing it again. I think they’re still trying to make it work but they’re also speaking to lawyers.

If they do get a divorce custody will probably get messy, since she’ll probably want to take the kids to the UK and he won’t

Sorry for all of that! I don’t know if it makes any sense!

Wow, I had no idea all of that went on between them and I actually also had no idea of their age difference, that’s a little 😬 especially when combined with her mental health issues. Definitely seems like there was an imbalance of power there (if true, just my opinion)

But it looks like Joe just filed for divorce and I agree with you, I think custody will get messy because every article / report / detail we have seen so far about this break up seems to be coming from his camp and trying to make him look good (agree with you on that completely, as if watching your own kids makes you father of the year 🙄) so he is already on the offense. I just hope their kids don’t suffer as a result of all this but unfortunately, we see how this stuff goes

Thanks for all the info, anon 💗

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The Fae Elements, Part 6 - Of Love and Loss

Summary: While still in mourning Buck and Sage get married, then undertake the Solstice ritual to install her fae powers. Just before the final part of the ritual, disaster strikes.

Length: 8.2 K

Characters: Buck, Sage, Hope, Thor, Sam, Steve, Maria.

Warnings: Grief, guilt, mild sexual content, violence causing extreme injury, violence causing death.

Author notes: AI images were created by the author using Microsoft Copilot app in Designer mode. This is a long one, but it covers a lot of territory. I hope you liked this version of a fae world that co-exists alongside the modern one. Bucky with wings is 🔥. The pagan wedding vows have been taken from the website my wedding vows.com. They were slightly amended to use the term Creator instead of God, since pagans didn't worship one god.

<<Part 5

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Buck left the bed during the night, awakening me as he pulled himself out of my arms. I held onto his hand for several long moments, while he hesitated at the side of the bed.

"Don't go," I whispered. "Let me help you."

"I won't be long," he answered. "There's something I must do, and I can't rest anymore until I do it."

He left out of a door that seemed to lead to a terrace. By the time I got to the window he disappeared. I wanted to tell someone then I heard Hope's voice in my mind.

"It's alright, my brothers are with him," she said. "They go to comfort Richard's family. Meet me in the library if you don't want to be alone. The way will be shown to you."

I was still dressed from the previous night, but the clothes felt rumpled and uncomfortable, so I changed into a robe-like dress, then combed my hair and left the room. The way to the library was lit with a blue glow and I opened the door to where Hope sat in front of the fireplace. She smiled at me as I approached, reaching over and squeezing my hand as I sat next to her.

"I'm glad you were with him," she said kindly. "Mortals who write about the fae world think we don't care about our children like they do, but we feel just as deeply for them, worrying about their welfare, and hope we're raising them to be strong individuals, whether fae or mortal. Richard was a wonderful man, married with four children and eight grandchildren, one of them pregnant with his first great grandchild. He was a teacher, but in his retirement, he volunteered for a home building charity, sharing his love of carpentry that my father shared with him. His death will impact many people."

"I'm sorry. It seems like you all loved him very much."

I felt a wetness on my cheek and wiped it away.

"It's not your fault," said Hope. "You're not to blame for his death. They would have found a way no matter what. That they chose Richard was meant to weaken my father. He's been a strong king who has been incorruptible though they have tried." She smiled sadly at me. "The battle between the light and dark is elemental in itself. The universe was cloaked in darkness until the light exploded into existence billions of years ago. It is an eternal struggle to maintain the balance."

It didn't make me feel any less guilty for being enough of a distraction that Buck's attention was diverted away from his mortal son. Hope talked with me for some time, until I must have fallen asleep in the library, for I found myself waking up in the bed again, with Buck spooned behind me. The curtains were drawn so that we were in darkness, but it was obvious by the sunlight bleeding through the cracks in the curtains that it was the middle of the day. Carefully, I turned so that I faced him. His face looked so peaceful in the dimness of the room, but a small crease was still evident between his eyebrows, proof of the burden he carried, even in his sleep. A sudden urge to kiss that crease in the hopes of smoothing it away overcame me and I pressed my lips onto it. When I pulled away a smile was on his lips.

"A valiant attempt," he murmured. "Daere tried many times to remove that in the same manner. She called it my worry mark."

"I'm sorry I woke you. I feel so helpless. Thought a kiss would help."

"It does, more than you know." His eyes opened, tired but still bright, searching my face for a moment. "It doesn't seem fair that our marriage will be preceded by the murder of my son, but the Dark Overlord planned it that way. He uses terror and grief as a weapon, not realizing that for some people it is a crucible that makes them stronger."

"His family?"

"Will be taken care of," said Buck. "They will want for nothing, except the presence of their husband, father and grandfather." He stroked my hair. "I felt him die, while you were gathering food. Then you called for help, and I knew they had done it to gain access to the sanctuary. Even for a dark fae, it was a heinous act, for mortal family members are supposed to be safe from harm, by an agreement made in the days of the first fae king. The Dark Overlord has made it clear he has no regard for any of the laws that govern our kind. It means war between us. Only my remaining sons and I will attend Richard's funeral in two days time, as Hope has committed to staying for your protection. Many light fae are being recalled here to protect you."

"I'm not worth it," I answered, not feeling like I was compared to those he had sworn to protect when he became fae king.

"Of course, you are. You are a part of the sacred tree. Fae from other domains, the cold places, the ocean, the mountains, even from the hot lands, are sending help, for you are a descendant of the oldest fae family, the one that civilized us and made us more than tiny beings of mischief."

He kissed me then and we laid in the dark for a little longer until several thoughts were sent to us, to get up and face the day. After showering together, we dressed and made our way to the dining area, where the big table had been replaced by several small tables, as the big one could only ever seat 13 guests, no less and no more. Buck's other sons, Arthur and John, were there. Almost perfect duplicates of their father, they were both kind to me and I sensed no blame for the death of their younger brother.

The time until the funeral passed quickly, with Buck kissing me goodbye in the morning, promising to return by nightfall. My day was spent learning more of the wedding ceremony and Solstice rituals, as well as committing my vows to memory. There were some sacred words to be said for the "vows" but apparently Buck had asked they be spoken in English for my sake, and the sacred tree had given its blessing. When he returned, I was already in bed, but he slipped under the covers with me, nuzzling into my neck then weeping into my shoulder once more as he mourned his son's death.

The following night I was relocated to another room, where I was treated to a beauty regimen that was definitely magic. After it was done, my hair was shiny, my skin dewy, and there were no signs of any pimples or other blemishes of any kind. My gown, designed to match Bucky's suit was white with gold trim, and fit perfectly, as I tried it on one last time. We were kept apart that night since we had to leave very early from our eastern time zone on the morning of the solstice. We had to be at the sacred tree, which apparently was somewhere in Ireland, four hours ahead in their time zone. It was where the first fae king was crowned, and we had to be there before sunrise, 4:56 am, local time. It was going to literally be a long day for us, on the longest day of the year. At least we would take a portal there, with Loki, Hope, and Sam accompanying me. Steve, Thor and Buck left before us. The rest of the council were already there.

When we arrived at the grove where the sacred tree was located, I was amazed to see all sorts of flowers growing everywhere. Foxglove, daisies, cosmos, and primroses were just a few that I recognized. Their scent was everywhere, but not so much that it felt overwhelming. There was a misty quality to the place, as if a fog wasn't quite dissipated completely. Everything seemed so tranquil and beautiful. A single path led to the altar from where I waited, out of sight. I would walk it alone, just as Buck would wait alone for me, with Thor, as the oldest fae there, acting as the officiant. Our music was the natural sounds of the forest, the birds, the breeze, and the rustle of leaves. My bouquet was made of wildflowers. With a kind smile my three travelling companions left me to take their place. Then a voice in my head, Thor's voice, told me to begin to approach the altar. As I came around the corner from where I had been hidden, I almost gasped at the scene.

The sacred tree, large, gnarled and ancient, with pink tinged flowers appearing on the branches, dominated the space. In front of it, a carved altar made of wood displayed images of both real and mythical creatures of the forest, including one called The Green Man, apparently a masculine symbol of the forest. Buck waited in front of the altar, wearing an incredible suit that was mostly ivory white. Embroidered with an intricate pattern of gold thread it was styled similar to a fine suit from the 1700s. He wore a collarless white shirt underneath that seemed to be made of silk, which made sense as it was a natural fibre. Its sleeves poked out from the cuffs of the suit. On his head, Buck wore a crown of holly, apparently for its relationship to eternity, and the change of the seasons. When I reached where Buck stood, he offered me his hand and helped me up the single step to stand in front of Thor.

"Greetings, friends," he stated. "We are here to witness the sacred joining of our fae king, Buck, born James Barnes, to the mortal woman, Sage, born Sage Hawthorne. Before the vows are stated are there any objections to the union of these two individuals?"

There was no objection and Thor instructed Buck to state the vows. He did so without hesitation. Then it was my turn.

"I, Sage, in the name of the spirit of the Creator that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood and the love that resides within my heart, take thee, James, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire thee and be desired by thee, to possess thee, and be possessed by thee, without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people, and thy ways as I respect myself."

Thor asked for the rings, raising his hands to the sky. When he lowered them, the rings were there, both of them plain bands made of silver. He offered the smaller one to Buck, who placed it on my ring finger. Then he offered the larger one to me, to place on my husband's ring finger. Clasping our hands together he spoke in a language I had never heard before. He looked calmly at both of us before speaking.

"May the canopy of the forest shelter you; may you be protected by the hawthorn, the oak and the ash tree, and their shade grant you peace. Your bloodlines are now joined, now and forever. Even if you choose to part there will always be a bond between you, until you find each other again at the end of time. You may seal your bond with a kiss."

Just as Buck's lips touched mine a strong beam of the sun lit us up, making the gold thread in our clothes gleam. I felt a warmth fill me from all around, which apparently was the first moment of transformation as the sacred tree of my ancestor transferred some of its fae power into me. After receiving the well wishes of those who attended we were transported to another site, the base of a mountain. At the top of it was where the first consummation of our marriage would take place, with Buck flying both of us up there. Just before we took off a host of flower petals drifted down upon us, landing in our hair. With a smile I was lifted into Buck's arms, and we flew to where a small group of tall trees at the top of the mountain became visible. Built into the rock face beneath them was a wooden structure, open to the elements, containing a large bed. We landed on a terrace in front of the bed. The sun, although high, wasn't at its highest yet. I stood looking out over the great vista below us.

"This is incredible," I said. "Why aren't we on the tallest mountains?"

"It's not necessary," he replied. "It just has to be open to the sky when the sun is at its highest. We are somewhere in the Balkans by the look of things, and we have time to eat and drink. If you wish."

My ears had been warm since the sun first touched us in Ireland and I ran my fingertips over them. A pointed shape surprised me, making Buck smile.

"Your ears have changed. I must say, they suit you."

Inside the covered part of the structure was a small mirror and I took a look, seeing the change for myself. Accepting a glass of wine from Buck, we toasted our marriage then started to kiss, letting the inevitable joining of our bodies progress from there. By the time the sun was high overhead we were well into the first requirement of the Solstice ritual. It was freeing to make love out in the open like that, with only the sky and the sun as our witness. I felt a lightness in my body, as if I could do almost anything. There was some opportunity after our several couplings to relax as we touched and caressed, then I heard an apologetic voice in my head interrupting us that it was time to go. Obviously, Buck had heard the same voice since he rose from the covers and offered me his hand. Reluctantly, we dressed. While I was putting my dress on Buck alerted me to the presence of small butterfly type wings protruding from my back.

"These will be your true wings although they haven't finished forming yet," stated Buck, gently touching them with his fingertips. "You'll soon learn how to transform them into bird wings strong enough to lift yourself."

Covering me with his own great wings, he held me close as he formed a portal around us. We appeared on a beach, where the air was warm and humid, surrounded by palm trees. Greeted by the council, with cheek kisses and hugs, they seemed pleased at the physical changes to my body, proof of the ritual working. Then Buck offered me his hand and we walked along a wooden dock to where a boat waited. Steve and Sam were at the controls, both of them looking relaxed in the golden light of the sun which was now low in the sky.

"We'll get you within a comfortable flying distance, then return to the beach," said Steve. "At sunrise, we will be waiting for you at the rendezvous point on the boat."

We ate and drank on the ride until they slowed then stopped. We departed from them as Buck took me in his arms for a flight over the ocean. The moon was just peaking over the horizon, providing just enough light to illuminate the calm waters below us. It seemed that Buck knew exactly where to go as a small rocky island became visible in the distance. On it was a platform, with steps leading up to it from the water. A bed and several lit candle lanterns were the only furnishings there.

"You just happen to have this tiny island in the middle of the ocean waiting for us," I commented, a little sarcastically. Buck just grinned.

"The rocky part is real, the last remaining part of a long dead volcano that rose from the ocean in the South Pacific. The bed and lighting are magical. It was part of Steve's job to find this spot, using his contacts with the merpeople to locate it. It had to be isolated, as we draw magic from the ocean with the consummation. A spell will protect us in case a storm comes but as you can see it is a very calm and clear night. The merpeople will patrol below the surface and advise the council if there are any potential intruders. It's important that we're not interrupted." He looked at me with obvious desire. "For more than one reason."

Gracefully, he landed and released me from his arms. I almost wanted to laugh at how otherworldly and weird it all seemed. This tiny island in the middle of the ocean was set up just for us to have sex. As I looked out over the waters, I could hear mournful sounds coming from it. Buck came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he rested his chin on mine.

"Is that whale song?" I asked.

"Uh huh." He listened for a moment. "They're giving us their blessing. Come to bed, my beloved."

In the light of the lanterns that were near the bed, he undid the fastenings of my dress, kissing my neck and shoulders as it fell from my body and draped itself over a chair that appeared, my magic asserting itself, according to Buck. His own individual pieces of clothing seemed to unfasten themselves, although I helped remove them. Like my dress they moved of their own accord, finding a place to be. The lights of the lanterns slowly grew dim so that our bodies were lit only by the full moon, low on the horizon, with just a sliver of sky separating it from that viewpoint. Whether it was an optical illusion or was just my imagination, it seemed to be the largest I had ever seen the moon appear. Despite being in the middle of the ocean I felt as warmed by the moon's glow as I ever did by the sun's rays. As we kissed it felt like something extraordinary surrounded us.

"It's beginning," said Buck, stepping back a little as he held my hands.

There was a silvery glow to my skin that seemed to flow from the reflection of the moon in the ocean straight towards me, enveloping me in something enchanted. All of my senses seemed to come alive as we explored each other's bodies like it was the very first time. Every kiss to my skin sent tendrils of pleasure radiating from the contact point. Every caress of my breasts increased my need for Buck to join with me in any way possible. Every roll of his hips as he thrust into me sent me into such a state of joy that I wanted to cry out to the heavens. I imagined this must be like the best psychedelic trip of all time, except I was fully in charge of my faculties, fully aware of where I was and who I was with. Our minds and bodies were joined in such a way that I realized this was the love I had longed for my whole life. This fae man, entwined with me, was my life, as I was his; our connection was physical, emotional, and spiritual all at the same time. After the attainment of our shared climax we laid in each other's arms, spent but not exhausted.

"Is this how it feels to be connected to life?" I asked, as I became aware of all the sea life around us, even the sea anemones and corals that clung to life on the sides of the rocky promontory that extended down to the bottom of the ocean where we were. I could hear and understand the song of the whales that were bolstered by the calls of the merpeople under the gentle swells. "Do you hear and feel this all of the time?"

"Yes," he replied. "It was overwhelming at first but when Daere chose to undergo the process it was so much better to share it with my mate. Just as it's better with you, Sage. You were always meant for this; to be at my side, to be part of the life of this earth."

Gently, Buck wiped tears from my cheek, as I wept with awareness of all that was good and all that threatened the natural world. It was such a responsibility that he had been solely burdened with since Daere died. How he managed to function without a mate to share this commitment with for so long was beyond my comprehension. All I knew for certain was that I was part of it now, freely choosing to do this with my king, my mate, and my love.

Slowly, the moon began its journey back below the horizon, and we were left in darkness until a glow appeared on the surface of the ocean. All sorts of blue, green and white lights appeared at the top of the waters then slowly drifted back down to where they originated. I sat on the bed, entranced by the spectacle, having never seen anything like it before.

"Bioluminescent creatures," said Buck. "They live deep where there is no light but create their own. They come to pay their respects." He stroked my back; his warmth feeling so good on my skin. "We can catch some sleep now until just before sunrise."

His suggestion for sleep was a good one as we had been going for over 24 hours, in several different time zones. Within moments I was gone, calmed into sleep by what I realized was a lullaby being sung by the merpeople. Its haunting beauty was both hypnotic and soothing, sending me into a wonderful dream filled with light and love.

"Sage." The voice was barely audible, like the gentle buzz of a bee in the garden. It was a voice I knew but I strained to hear it. "Sage, listen. There is a way that you can save him. If you give it all up and give him up for how ever long it takes for him to heal, he can live. My beautiful girl. I miss you so much."

I opened my eyes, turning to look at Buck in the pre-dawn light, his eyes closed and his face at peace after all the turmoil of the past few days. That vision I had of him, pale while the light of life left his eyes, was there again at the edge of my consciousness but so were the words that woke me. What did it all mean?

It didn't take long to find the boat waiting for us after we lifted off from the island. Sam and Steve were on it again and offered us food and drink to restore our energies after the long day and night we experienced. It seemed like simple fare, cheeses, fruit, honey and bread but it tasted wonderful, almost as if I could sense all the love and care that went into its preparation. Soon, the boat was pulling up to the dock and we were greeted with warm words and wishes. We had one more stop to make, a return to the sacred tree in Ireland to present ourselves as bonded mates. That encircling of the globe would complete the ritual. As the rest of the council activated their own portals to return there, Sam and Steve secured the boat as Thor waited. Then we returned to Ireland together, landing in a beam of lightning.

It was strange. Although the council had left before us, they were nowhere to be seen in the glade where the sacred tree was. The three fae princes produced their swords as did Buck. Being new to all of this, I wasn't sure what to do but they placed themselves around me and we began to advance towards the tree. We found Hope first, as Buck cried out and kneeled beside her, sprawled amongst some tall sunflowers, although no injury was visually evident.

"She's alive," he said, laying his hands on his daughter. "Hope, wake up."

A moan answered him and then her eyes fluttered open. "Trap," she whispered, then she lapsed back into unconsciousness.

"You should go," said Thor. "There is a feeling of darkness here." He seemed to be searching for his brother telepathically but there was no answer. "Buck, take your bride."

"No, we must finish the ritual to complete the process," he insisted. "She won't be safe otherwise."

Taking my hand in his free hand we approached the sacred tree. With Thor, Steve and Sam covering our backs we kneeled in front of it and Buck recited something in what I assumed was Latin. Just before he finished it, a shadow in the shape of a man materialized out of the air, thrusting a black sword into Buck's chest. It happened so fast that he had no chance to react, other than to push me back, away from danger. The shadow man lifted him up overhead, still impaled on the sword and threw him away from the tree. Instinctively, I thought of my hands as weapons, generating a blue energy from them that caught the shadow man in the chest. He began to thrash, then the shadows fell away to reveal the lawyer of HYDRA Mining, Alexander Pierce.

"NO!"

His face was locked in a grimace as he reached for me, but I sent another pulse towards him, then found my efforts supported as Thor raised his hammer then struck Pierce in the head, separating it from his neck. A cloud of dark energy erupted from the headless body then twisted painfully as my pulse of blue, and Thor's lightning burned through it, until it was gone. I was suddenly exhausted then remembered Buck and scrambled to where he was. Sam and Steve were trying to stem his blood loss but as I hovered over him, I realized this was my vision that had been prickling at the edge of my consciousness. His skin was already pale and the blue light in his eyes was fading. I placed my hands on his cheeks and for a moment they pulsed blue then faded as I had used all of my power destroying Pierce.

"No," I cried. "Don't die. Don't leave me."

"Beloved," gasped Buck. "Amica mea. It's okay. If he's dead, then you are safe. My beloved Sage."

My tears fell on his face as I begged him to stay with me. I looked at the others who stood around, helpless in their grief. Then I remembered the words that were whispered to me.

"I don't want this power, not if I don't have you. Take it, take it all." I raised my eyes to the sky. "Please, save him. I'll give him up, give up all of my magic if you just let him live."

"Sage, if you do this, he can no longer be king." Thor was kneeling beside me. "He can only live as a mortal now as all of his own magic will be needed to heal his wound. Even then there is no guarantee as he was pierced with a dark fae blade."

"I don't care," I cried. "Please, don't let him die. Don't let all that he was be lost."

"No, beloved." Buck's voice was barely a whisper. "Don't do this. You were meant to be queen."

"Not without you." I was certain of this. "Please."

My tears were unstoppable as I laid my head on his shoulder. I could hear the voices of the others then everything went black. When my eyes opened, I was in a dark room. Sitting up, I saw that it was the same room I first stayed in when Buck brought me to the stronghold. It was dark and the almost full moon shone through the window, although it was low in the sky. Before I could leave, someone knocked on the door, then entered and stepped into the moonlight.

"Hope," I said. "Your father ...."

"He will live," she answered. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Your magic is depleted and can never be restored. Neither will you ever have a child with magic."

"I want to see him."

"It's not possible," she answered. "The sacred tree used both your magic and his to treat the injury but there was a price to be paid. He is mortal now, and he has lost his memory. I had enough time to give him something to ground him when he wakes up, but he won't remember who he is or what he was. He is out of our hands now. The sacred tree instructed that he be taken to a mortal place and left there to begin his new life. I don't know where he is. He is unseen to me."

"But what about us?" I asked.

"You offered to give him up and the sacred tree is fae. Your offer was accepted as a fair trade for saving him. If your love is true, you may find each other again, but there are no guarantees. I'm sorry."

Her words hit me like a wave of ice water. He would live but he was lost to me, possibly forever. As I began to cry, Hope held me, stroking my hair and back, then sat with me for the rest of the night as we talked of many things. When the first signs of dawn became visible, she left me to get dressed then escorted me to a terrace where the council waited. All of them who had gone to the sacred tree ahead of us looked ill, as if they were recovering from a terrible illness. Pierce had apparently poisoned them as they appeared there, wanting to isolate Buck and me to attack us without warning. No one suspected that he was the Dark Overlord, since his camouflage as a mortal lawyer had been so successfully portrayed. He apparently didn't believe my strength would be of consequence in standing up to his, expecting to overwhelm me completely and take my powers for his. My counterattack weakened him enough for Thor to slay him. At least his influence would be gone, until the next dark fae became powerful enough to become the Dark Overlord.

After saying goodbye to the council, Steve offered to return me to my apartment, encircling me with his wings and activating a portal. We appeared on the street in front of my building, just before the dawn and he looked around to make sure our arrival wasn't witnessed.

"Will I see you back in the courtroom?" I asked.

"No, Sam and I will be leaving Washington and returning to the stronghold," he replied, kindly. "The sacred tree is set to choose the next candidates for fae ruler and it's always a possibility we may be chosen. Gaia Life will still exist, but I suspect it will return to a grassroots level, educating people to respect the environment. We are recommending that we undertake a greater effort to find and support the descendants of Lilith and the Hawthorn, encouraging them to accept and develop their powers. Your powers were truly what made the difference in defeating the Dark Overlord." Suddenly, he brushed a tear away from my cheek. "He loved you very much. Believe that it will bring you back together, someday."

With a grim smile, I nodded, then stepped back and watched as his wings extended and he lifted up into the air, watching him until I couldn't see him anymore. On the elevator up to my floor, I thought of all that happened to me over the last few months. My whole life had been uprooted, starting with the death of my father, and ending with the loss of my husband. As I checked my work emails, I realized I had changed too much to return to that job. I didn't know what I was going to do but it wasn't going to be in the cynical atmosphere of the nation's capital.

One Year Later

The sunburnt face and grizzled chin of the farmer I was representing in front of the county board, seemed satisfied when the board agreed that the fracking company, which had set up next to the property line of his farm, had damaged the aquifer enough to affect the quality of his well water. They were ordered to cease and desist all operations, to pay him damages for what they had done, and to pay for the installation of a water tank, as well as the supply of fresh water until such time as his well recovered, based on an independent assessment. It was as good a victory as any I had achieved when I was a high paid lawyer in Washington. For this representation, the best I could expect to be paid was about $5000 but I was also given a permanent invitation to dinner with the farmer and his family, plus a side of beef whenever I needed it. As he, his wife, and kids thanked me while I placed my files in my briefcase I happened to look up and see a familiar face. The woman who wore it sat in one of the stacking chairs that were available for the public to witness the proceedings.

Maria smiled at me as I approached. "I wasn't expecting to see you, not here out in the country."

"Officially, I'm not here," she said. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"

I nodded, then we headed out of the county building to where my truck was, and I deposited my case in the front seat. There was a coffee shop across the way, and we walked across the quiet small-town street, waiting on a truck to pass in front of us before completing the journey. A wave to the waitress from me brought two cups and a pot of coffee.

"Lunch?" asked the waitress, Norma.

I looked at Maria and she shook her head. "No, not today, thanks."

"Should you even be here?" I asked. "I mean, Gaia Life pulled out of Washington pretty quickly, after ...." I left the final part unsaid as it was still painful for me.

"Officially, no, but Hope asked me to come," she replied, then she took a brochure out of her purse. It was for a county-run campground in the next state over, extolling the virtues of a pristine environment, without electricity, wifi, or any of the interruptions of modern society. "She thinks it might be a good idea for you to go camping next weekend. A reservation has already been made and paid for."

I looked at Maria with surprise, but she didn't enlighten me, taking that moment to sip her coffee. So, I asked.

"Why?"

"Just go," she said. "Our new rulers want you to be happy and feel that you may find the visit memorable."

"Rulers? A king and a queen?"

She shrugged, making me understand that I wasn't really permitted to know anymore. Then she smiled kindly again.

"We have looked out for you, you know. You seem happier here than you were in Washington."

"It's quieter and the work is the same, but the rewards are more obvious and satisfying, I guess. I'm still considering my options. How is everyone?"

"Still adjusting but we're alright." She looked at my neck and my left hand. "You still wear them."

"I'm still his wife and I still feel him. I'll never forget him."

"I'm glad." She looked at her watch. "Well, my ride should be here soon. It was good to see you, Sage. Thank you for the coffee."

"You're welcome," I said, internally wondering about the real purpose for the brief visit.

We walked out to the street and a vehicle pulled up in front, with a bald, dark-skinned man driving. He nodded at me, then Maria hugged me, and got inside, receiving a kiss from the man. With a wave, they were gone, as they turned the first corner. With the brochure in my hand, I got in my truck and headed home to the small house I lived in on the edge of town. Opening my laptop, I looked at the website for the campground, seeing only pictures of a small lake, with rustic campsites. Inside the brochure was a folded piece of paper with my reservation and the date, the next full moon. Since I was usually alone anyways, it seemed a good idea.

That weekend I loaded up my pride and joy, a small camper vehicle, big enough for two, or in this case me and my girlfriend's dog, Arlo, who I often brought along to keep me company when I went camping. We headed out in the rain, just after breakfast for the 6-hour drive to the campground. When I did arrive there, the rain was gone, the sun was out and the small campground, with no services, was empty. I found the one reserved for me, that looked out over the small lake but still had the shelter of the trees for shade. It was perfect. After setting up the portable solar panels for power I set up my small picnic table with a camp stove and pulled out my chair, a book, and began to enjoy the solitude, while Arlo rested in the sun before moving to the shade of the camper. The scent of the trees hung heavy in the air, lulling both me and Arlo to sleep. When we awoke the sun was low and I brought out the lantern. Open campfires were prohibited so the light of the lantern would have to suffice. As I came out of the van I saw a figure, standing with his back to me, a short distance away, looking out over the small lake.

He seemed familiar to me, in his heavy flannel shirt, jeans, and hiking boots. When he turned his head to the side, my heart jumped, for his profile was just as beautiful as I remembered. At that moment he became aware I was watching and turned around to face me. Arlo looked at him with ears perked up but didn't seem alarmed at the sudden presence of the man.

"You picked a nice spot," he said. "You respect the space, by keeping your vehicle on the gravel and not starting a campfire. Others who have had this spot to themselves have often ignored the no open campfire sign."

"It is fire season," I replied, keeping my voice steady, as it was obvious he didn't recognize me. "I don't need it. Once the moon comes up and reflects off the water it will be so beautiful and peaceful out here. It's what I wanted more than anything."

He nodded then approached where I sat. He kneeled down and gestured to Arlo, who approached him readily, wagging his tail. Scratching Arlo behind the ears, then his neck made the dog fall onto his side offering his belly. The man chuckled.

"How long have you had him?" he asked.

"He belongs to a friend," I answered. "He's my camping buddy. Living in town can be stressful for a dog so this is his vacation time as well."

Nodding his head sympathetically he looked up at me. "I'm James," he said.

"Sage," I replied. "Are you a camper here?"

"No, I live nearby but I check up on the place for the county and remind people not to have open campfires." He smiled at Arlo, who was pawing him for more belly rubs. "Have we ever met?"

"I was thinking the same thing," I answered. "Except I've never been here before."

"Maybe it's from before I was injured. I almost died and lost most of my memories. Sometimes, I get a flash of them, but it doesn't last." He stood up. "I should get going."

I didn't want him to go. "James, would you like to join me for some hot chocolate? I have another chair in the camper. I wouldn't mind the company."

His smile was soft, as he looked out over the water for a moment then back at me. "I wouldn't mind that at all."

I brought the chair out for him then filled the kettle with water and set it on the burner inside the camper, opening a couple of packets of hot chocolate into a couple of mugs. Inside my camper I also had a bag of mini marshmallows, and I brought them, along with some cookies, placing them on the small picnic table. Before the water boiled, I shut the stove down and poured some water in the mugs, stirring the powder to remove the lumps. Then I poured the rest of the water in, stirring to mix it together smoothly. James watched me as I stepped out of the camper, then took the mug from my hand.

"Thank you," he said, then sipped it and sat back in the chair. He leaned towards the table and took some mini marshmallows, adding them to his drink. "That's better."

He took a couple of cookies and dunked one in the hot chocolate. Quietly, we sipped our drink, watching as the full moon came up over the water. It looked exactly like it did the night of the Solstice ritual on the tiny island in the middle of the ocean. I suddenly sobbed and he looked at me, concerned.

"Are you alright?"

"Just remembering my wedding night," I replied, quickly wiping the tears from my cheeks. "It was on a full moon like this. I lost my husband the next morning. He was murdered in front of me."

"I'm sorry. That must have been devastating." He looked over at the moon. "It seems familiar to me as well but it's a memory that just ...."

He shook his head, frustrated.

"I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again." My voice was a whisper.

"What did you say?" he asked, putting the mug down. I repeated it. "I know those words. What was your husband's name?"

"Buck was what everyone called him, but he was born James Barnes," I said, looking directly at him.

"Sage ... is your last name Hawthorne?"

"It was, but I kept my husband's name. It's me, Buck. Don't you remember me?"

"How was your husband killed?"

"A sword through the heart. He actually survived, but he lost all of his memories of me, and I wasn't permitted to stay with him, because he didn't know me, at all."

"Was your wedding night on an island in the ocean?" I nodded. He touched his chest and pulled up his shirt, showing a great scar in the middle of his chest. "They said I was impaled by a weapon, that I almost bled out and I was lucky to survive. It wasn't luck, was it?"

"No, it was magic, but it came at a cost. You lost all of your magic and I gave up all of mine to save you, plus I had to leave you. They said if our love was true, we would find each other again. Now, here you are, in front of me. Have you found me, Buck? Please say you've found me again."

"Amica mea," he murmured, then he looked at me again, his eyes dark, as his memories returned. "Beloved?"

"Yes!"

The tears were streaming down my face, and I wanted to go to him, but my feet wouldn't move. He stood up and came to me, turning me so that my face was fully lit by the lantern. Gently, he touched my cheek with the back of his fingers.

"You cried over me," he said. "Hot tears were falling onto my cheeks, as I called you my beloved, over and over again. You said you would give it all up to save me, that you never wanted it, not if I wasn't with you. There were others there, but I couldn't hear them. I only remember your face and your pendant, then it went black. When I woke up, I was in a hospital. The police said I was found in a park with a stabbing chest wound that just missed my heart by a fraction of an inch. They never found who did it or who phoned for an ambulance. I only knew my name because of my identification. It said I lived near here, alone, running my own furniture making business. I knew how to make the furniture, but I didn't remember actually doing it. Who was I?"

I smiled. "You were special, and I will tell you everything but right now I just want to do one thing, if you'll let me."

He smiled back then he placed one hand in my hair and one around my waist. Gently, he kissed me, and I felt the familiar feeling of all of his kisses. Our kiss deepened and he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I could detect a touch of his scent, the rich scent of the forest after a rainfall. Another scent, that of cut wood was more prominent, probably from the work he did making furniture. It was the feel of his arms around me that confirmed I had him back. Suddenly, I was aware of the sound of wings lifting a body into flight, not just one set but several and I looked around to see them, the fae, who had found my love and brought us back together again, but they were already gone.

Then I saw it on his ring finger, the silver wedding band. He noticed where I was looking and took my left hand in his, rubbing my wedding band with his thumb.

"I didn't know if I was married or widowed, but I kept it on, hoping it would help me remember," he said. Then he gazed at me again. "How did you find me?"

"The fae elements," I replied. "Earth, Air, Water, and Fire, and the fifth one, Love. I think they looked for you and made it possible for us to find each other again."

"My beloved Sage. It's coming back to me. You really did give it all up for me?"

I nodded. "We're both mortals now, joined until we move on to the next life."

"Then I'm happy," he said. "You're all that I want."

We kissed again, in the light of the full moon that covered the water of that small lake in its reflected glow. Then we made love in the small bed of the camper, wrapping our arms and legs around each other as we rekindled the passion of our earlier life. Finally, we slept in each other's arms, while Arlo curled up on the floor. It was quiet and intimate, and over too soon until I moved in with Buck, at the cabin he lived in outside a small town in rural Pennsylvania. That weekend set the stage for years to come as we took our increasingly growing family camping in larger vehicles but always beside a remote lake during the full moon to experience its magic. Occasionally, we received visits from certain individuals who never aged but always seemed happy for us and gleefully played with our children and grandchildren. They grew up believing in the magic of mythical creatures and sacred places and knowing of the necessity for love and friendship in a world that always seemed at odds.

As for us, personally ... as we grew older, seeming to race towards the inevitable end of our time together, we knew it had all been worth it. Buck found peace and contentment with me, his last mate, and I found happiness with the love of my life. When our time came, we faced it together, and jumped into the unknown, secure in our belief that our love would always bind us together, forever. Although it was thought by the fae council that I represented the element of truth, Buck and I believed that I was also love, truly the most intangible element, as it kept the bond between us alive while we were apart.

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Chapter 10 will be posted soon.

I’m excited to finish writing Chapter 10 because a lot is happening and there's still more to come. At the end of Chapter 9, Buck and Eddie were trying to cope with everything that happened during and after Jonah's criminal trial. At the end of day two, Buck had a major panic attack, he asked Eddie to get him out of the courthouse and Eddie drove them home instead of taking Buck back to the loft. Then Buck scheduled an emergency therapy appointment with Dr. Copeland and later that night, after Chris and Buck were already asleep, Eddie spent time trying to decide if he should make an emergency appointment with Frank instead of scheduling one with his new therapist, Dr. Theresa because Frank's a trauma therapist and she's not. He was strongly considering it since both him and Buck were faced yet again with additional ramifications from the shooting.

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Here are two snippets from chapter 10, i.e., one for Buck and one for Eddie.

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Buck

“Let me show you a picture of my husband and our son.” He says as he struggles to pull his cellphone out of his pocket. “My grandson bought me this doohickey thing-a-ma-jig and if it wasn’t for him setting up the Face uh… face um…” He looks at Buck and asks, “What do you young folks call it?”

“Uh... Face ID.”

“Yeah… that, then I wouldn’t know how to get into this thing to get to my pictures.” Rhett scrolls through the photos app and after he finds the one he’s looking for, he holds his phone up so Buck can see it.

“See… this is me and my son. Now that picture is about 50 years old and I was a lot younger than I am now. My son had just turned 13 and I was 31 I think..." He trails off then looks up like he's counting. "Yeah, 81 minus 50 is 31, that's right, I was 31 years old. The picture is in my phone because my grandson, he had it… well I don’t know what he did to make it show up in that thing-a-ma-jig but… it’s in there so I can show it to people instead of carrying pictures around in my wallet like I used to in the 1970s.”

Buck takes the phone, examines the picture, smiles then says, “He looks just like you.”

“Aww, thank you… everybody says that but you know what?” Rhett says as he leans in like he’s about to tell Buck a secret.

“What?” Buck asks.

“He’s my son and I love him dearly but biologically… he’s not mine. Alexander is my husband's son because he was married before we met but...” He shakes his head. “she died.”

Buck’s eyebrows go up so high, they almost touch his hairline.

Rhett sees Buck’s reaction, then he leans over, uses his elbow to bump Buck's arm and says, “Biology doesn’t make a family kid!”

Almost immediately Buck remembers the way a lot of people have said he looks like Bobby and Chris looks like him but until now, he hadn’t really given it too much thought because he didn't want his heartbroken. But after listening to Rhett share his story of how he found love and the way he made a family with the man of his dreams; he's starting to realize all of it means something.

Where is Buck? Also, who is Rhett and why is he telling Buck about his life?

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Eddie

One of the firefighters uses the battering ram to open the door and after it's open, they step aside so Bertie and Eddie can enter the 9-1-1 caller's home.

“Hello?” Bertie calls.

“I’m in here.” A voice from farther inside the house replies.

Bertie and Eddie follow the sound of the woman’s voice and when they make it to the kitchen, that’s where they find her.

After she sees them, the patient says, “Oh, thank you for coming. I’m here alone and if it wasn’t for my alert necklace, I fear... no one would have ever found me”.

Bertie looks at Eddie then she looks at the patient. “Maam, can you tell us your name?”

“Loni… it’s Loni.”

“Ok, Loni can you tell us where it hurts?” Eddie asks.

“My back. I slipped in some water I spilled… I thought I mopped it all up but I must have missed it.”

“It’s ok, we’re here to help.”

Bertie looks up at the two firefighters who just walked in and asks, “Could you two please get us a backboard for her.” Then she turns her attention back to Loni. “You live here alone?”

“Yes… I have for the last 50 years. After my husband died, I figured I’d never find love again so I bought a new house and moved all the way out here for the peace and quiet because I like it.”

Bertie raises her eyebrows and Eddie notices it. Even though they’ve only been working together for a couple of days, it didn’t take long for him to learn that Bertie speaks her mind. That’s why he’s sure she’ll say something about Loni after they transport her to the hospital.

Who is Bertie? Why is Eddie partnered with her and what is she going to tell him after they drop Loni off at the hospital?

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 -Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 -After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are part of the foundation when a couple builds a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - Will be posted soon.

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I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris. Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck finally having a mental breakdown and Eddie being there for him the same way he was there for Eddie in season 5.

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Read chapters 1 - 9 are already available on AO3.

No pressure tagging: @spotsandsocks and @shortsighted owl. (My apologies if you've already posted.)

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Hiatus Reading #buddie wip #WIP Wednesday #“I'm still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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um um short royalty isekai joongdok???? kdj transmigrating into a world where he is the emperor and yjh is his trustworthy knight 🤭🤭🤭 (its ok if you cant write this or if it's not exact, i love your writing so much!!!!!!)

[!!! I'm so glad you enjoy my written works, thank you so much!! I had fun writing this prompt, I hope you like it as well!! 💕💖💕💜]

note: this is first person POV, from KDJ's perspective!

cw for: passing jokes on death / dying

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A year has already passed since my transmigration into this web novel.

A year of struggling not to fall into anxiety at my current reality as the emperor of a fictional kingdom, a year of fooling my own people that I was perfectly hale and healthy and not going insane at my own transmigration, and a year of me having to figure out just what I could do so I wouldn't accidentally set myself up with a death flag with the smallest of actions.

One damn year, and the heroine could finally take my dangerous knight commander away so I didn't have to keep being under his watchful eye, and they could have their happy ending.

For all that I'd read what felt like a million webnovels in my original life, and for all that I loved certain tropes enough to read them over and over in different stories, I could still remember the plot for this novel I'd been thrown into.

It was typical, for a romance fantasy fiction.

The heroine was a saintess born into the life of a commoner, with a heart of gold intent on serving the people. Her male lead was the cold and unfaltering Knight Commander, the youngest person to have ever received such a title in the empire, and her childhood friend. Both people skilled on opposing sides—one in saving lives, with the other in taking them—yet with loyalty similarly sworn to the kingdom.

And between them was the emperor, who sought to have the saintess to himself. For power? For love? For sheer greed?

I had no idea. I wasn't able to finish the webnovel, considering how it had been ongoing the last time I read it.

"Your Majesty. Stop shaking your leg."

I stopped shaking my leg, realizing a little too late that I'd been doing it at all. "I admire your gall to tell your emperor what to do," I said, frowning when I gave Joonghyuk a look. "Can't you guard me from the outside?"

"You have a window behind you."

"If I die, I die."

Joonghyuk scowled at me. Somehow, he could still look handsome while making such an ugly expression. "Your Majesty. I don't appreciate such jokes."

Oh, but were they really jokes? Maybe I could go back to my original world if I die. It wasn't like I was brave enough to test it out myself, so if someone else could do me a favor...

I smiled. Well, there was no point to thinking such things when my Knight Commander was so scarily efficient with his work.

"My apologies. I'll try to be more tasteful with my jokes next time."

"Please don't joke at all."

"Ah, but where's the fun in that," I sighed, finishing signing off on a document about opening an investigation for a potentially corrupt baron. "You are boring enough as is, Joonghyuk-ah. I can't let you get any more boring when you're with me."

He raised a brow. "Is that why you've set up a ball for me."

It wasn't even a question. This guy really was a weirdo, regardless of his status as the male lead.

"You're my favorite knight," I teased, putting my pen down so I could rest my cheek into my upright palm. "Isn't it only fair to celebrate you and your achievements?"

"You wish to marry me off."

"I wish to see you happy."

I received a mysterious look in response. If this series were a webtoon, then perhaps I'd have a better chance at deciphering his expressions, but it had yet to be adapted into comic form when I read it.

Ah, really. This guy was the one who made things so much more difficult for me than they needed to be. At least Lee Seolhwa was easier to deal with, given her prioritization of healing as a practice.

"How about Your Majesty?"

I cocked my head to one side in question. "What about me?"

"If marriage equates to happiness, I don't understand why you haven't chosen your own spouse yet."

I wanted to tell him that I had no right to such happiness in a world that isn't mine. That I didn't deserve to create a family here, when there was still a chance of me going back. That I wasn't meant for marriage at all.

But I couldn't.

So I said, "Your happiness is enough for me, Joonghyuk-ah."

"Is that so."

"Yes."

He gave me a long look. Again, it was difficult for me to decipher.

"Then you will not question my choice later," he said.

I blinked at him, then smiled widely. Of course, it was like that. Yoo Joonghyuk has known Lee Seolhwa for long enough even before my transmigration that he must have built up such feelings for her even without my meddling. He must be wary that his emperor would feel envious of his choice, right?

But I wasn't that emperor from the original novel. I wouldn't interfere with their happiness.

"I won't, Joonghyuk-ah."

He nodded.

Was it just me, or was he smiling a little?

"Good to know, Your Majesty."

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I should have taken his words for the warning that they were. I should have realized that something was wrong from the start.

If I had prepared myself better, I would've known what to say now that my Knight Commander was kneeling in front of me.

I couldn't even swear.

"Joonghyuk-ah, what is the meaning of this..?"

My voice was shaky, for all my efforts to remain calm.

Joonghyuk didn't mind it, as he did just take my trembling hand. I had just announced what the ball's purpose was with him at my side, I had told everyone of his achievements—

Then he'd abruptly kneeled upon one knee in front of me, and told me that he wanted me.

This couldn't have been in the novel at all. The ball itself might not have been prepared by the emperor in the original novel, but surely, such a change couldn't have led to something this insane?

"I told you," he said, taking my hand closer to press a kiss upon my gloved knuckles. He didn't seem to mind the increase in volume from everyone else's gossiping and murmuring. "You are the person I want as my spouse. Did you not say?"

His eyes, dark and deep as they were, glinted brightly under the chandelier lights.

"You won't question my choice, Your Majesty."

Fuck.

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CFWC Writer of the Month: Angelasscribbles

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @angelasscribbles ! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! Writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

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And my much neglected unschooling blog: Raising Wild Things

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How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Angela

1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played?

Back in 2017ish, I played The Freshman series, all of it, without spending a single diamond! (I looked up the diamond scenes on youtube, shhh). I started multiple games trying to diamond mine but kept wanting to actually play them, so I ended up deleting the app and forgetting about it. Fast forward to 2020, the pandemic was in full swing, we were stuck at home, and I was bored. I reinstalled the app and played Rules of Engagement. I spend diamonds. I married Leo. I moved on to TRR because I read that the prince in question was Leo’s brother.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I went to Reddit to feed my choices addiction, so does that count? I was on there end of 2020, I’d guess. Everyone was discussing how PB hinted at a polyamorous ending for TRR but didn’t deliver. Then someone said there was poly fanfic out there, and I was like, where? I hit google and ended up on Tumblr sometime in 2021.

3- How did you pick your url name?

So this is a funny story! When my kids were little, a town we live near, Mckinney, used to have a huge weekend-long extravaganza downtown the weekend after Thanksgiving called A Dickens of a Christmas. One of the big attractions was the train that ran around the square. It was hosted by the local magic shop, but the line, and the wait, was always very long. To keep everyone entertained, they had performers. There was a man on stilts who somehow ended up in some weird rivalry with my then eight-year-old son. I can’t remember how it started, but when one would see the other, they’d point and scream, “BAH HUMBUG!” There were people hula hooping with glow-in-the-dark hoops, and there was a magician. So one night, we are standing in line, and the magician comes over to us and is doing card tricks. He asked my then eight-year-old son (same kid, yeah, he makes friends wherever we go lol) to pull a card. He did. Then he handed him a pen and told him to write his name on it. Now my son is extremely dyslexic and struggled a lot with reading and writing. He tried to decline and hand it back, but the magician insisted. Finally, Todd takes the pen and scribbles on the card, and hands it back. The magician looks at it and says, “This is your name?” My son says, “My name is Todd.” The man replies, “Your name is Todd Scribbles?” Which sent him and me and the rest of my kids into a fit of giggles. He called him Todd Scribbles for the rest of the night. He did the magic trick of shuffling the cards and still pulling Todd’s card, then he gave it to him, and he brought it home and hung it up. His siblings called him Todd Scribbles forever. When I made my WordPress blog, I wanted something cute and memorable for the title. I remembered Todd Scribbles. And I thought scribbles are writing. I’m writing. These are my scribbles. Angela’s Scribbles. I stole his name. He was fine with it. When I came to Tumblr, I just stuck with the blog name I was already using on WordPress.

4- Go back to your archive and tell us about the first post on your Choices blog.

It was a one-shot called First Date. It’s TRR book one, the night before the Beaumont bash when Liam asks MC on his first real date. After the date, he walks her back to her room, and they are making out in the hallway when they hear a noise and pull apart. Who was it? They had no servants, and Bertrand and Max knew Liam was there. I always HC it was Drake, inadvertently stumbling upon them. So I wrote that night from his POV.

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Since February of 2021 technically. I posted First Date, another one shot titled Confrontation, and the four chapters of The Proposal between February and March 2021, as well as some Ride or Die chapters, to the sound of crickets. I left and ignored Tumblr until August 2021. I really am not sure why I came back, but I decided to try again. My original idea was to write what happened at Ramsford during those three weeks between book 1 and book 2. I posted the first chapter of Three Weeks in Ramsford on August 1st, 2021, and never looked back.

6- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?

The Royal Romance

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

My first series was Three Weeks at Ramsford. I definitely think I’d write it better now, I’ve grown as a writer. Also, I now wish I’d gone with my original idea of having Drake show up in person, not just smuggle a letter and a cell phone to her.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Bad Romance, hands down.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but could use a little more love?

Bad Romance. I expected people to lose their minds, and they did, just not in the way I expected. It was supposed to be a one-shot and was a direct pushback against the notion that some of my characters were toxic. Basically, I was like, you wanna see toxic? Here, hold my beer! Everyone begged for more, and the first several chapters were really just me trying to see how toxic and messed up I could make everything/everyone. Then somewhere along the way, these characters started whispering motivations and desires to me, and everything changed. I ended up with a still lil toxic but pretty cool, fully functioning, open, honest, and loving polycule.

For the second part of the question, maybe Leo and Liv. I put Leo and Liv together in a one-shot randomly but then loved them together and started a series just for them. But to be fair, I haven’t gotten very far with it. It keeps getting pushed to the side for other projects.

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Why would you ask me that? Aaagghh, what a difficult choice! If I’m forced to choose, I guess it would have to be angst. I can’t live without emotion. Emotion drives everything, including the fluff and the smut, right? Angst is where you get to showcase the emotion.

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Of course. I think we all do this. I have said frequently, too many people, that while no version of MC is me, there are pieces of me in every version of her.

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

This keeps changing. When I first started writing fanfiction, I was like, “Write smut? Oh no! I could never! It would be too awkward!” Now I’m like, “You want a threesome? BDSM? Just another Tuesday, ho hum.” Then it was humour. I remember the first time I sat down to write something to purposely make people laugh. It was a lot of work, but it paid off. Then I wrote an entire one-shot that was humour. It was still a lot of work. Then I wrote an entire miniseries that was humour and it became easier and easier the more I did it. Practice makes perfect. I never thought I could do tragedy either. I could not bear to hurt my characters like that. Now I think I’ve killed off almost everyone at some point or another. My biggest struggle is neglecting current projects when new ideas occur to me.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

Yes. Heir Apparent and Leo and Liv. Also, my original novel that has been woefully neglected, even though it’s only a few chapters away from completion.

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first? Yes. And I already have. Two of my friends have read most of my stuff. I recommended they start with Bad Romance because it’s my favorite, and they did.

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing? So many. I was a huge Stephen King fan as a teenager/young adult, and I devoured his books. Consequently, my first few short stories were horror. Anne Rice likewise fed my love of the supernatural, and not just Interview with a Vampire (though it was great), but the rest of her vampire books, as well as Taltos and the rest of the Witches of Mayfair series. Deborah Harkness and her Discovery of Witches are partially to blame for my obsession with witches. I also read copious amounts of fantasy and sci-fi. Marion Zimmer Bradley stands out for turning a well-known story on its head. Changing literally none of the major details we all know and love about the King Arthur story (Mists of Avalon) and somehow, at the same time, making it into a completely different story! (helped with my love of a good plot twist). Also notable are Orson Scott Card (Ender's Game, Seventh Son), Robert Heinlein (Stranger in a Strange Land), Ben Bova (Endless Universe), and Issac Asimov (I, Robot. Robots of Dawn). As a child, Marguerite Henry wrote books about horses that were achingly beautiful to me, particularly Misty of Chincoteague. Louisa May Alcott (Little Women) and Margaret Mitchell (Gone with the Wind) for epic, heart-wrenching storytelling. Sheri S. Tepper captured my attention as a teen with Maven Manyshaped and again as an adult with The Gate to Women’s Country, fostering my fixation of addressing issues of inequality and ingrained sexism in my work. I love a good mystery, and Sharyn McCrumb writes them with all the majestic beauty of Appalachia as a backdrop and liberal amounts of supernatural suspense. The Dark Part of the Forest by Holly Black delighted me for flipping the script, putting the prince in a magical sleep in a glass coffin in the woods, and having the girl hero run around with a sword. At some point, I moved on to paranormal romance. I had never been a romance reader, but these books took me by storm. My favorite authors in that genre are Charlaine Harris, Kim Harrison, and Laurell K. Hamilton. I have read everything all three of them have ever written. If you want polyamory on steroids, you can’t go wrong with Laurell K. Hamilton; she makes my Bad Romance gang look positively sweet, innocent, and vanilla. Let’s not forget the master of poetry and horror alike (according to me anyway), Edgar Allan Poe. He’s the reason I started writing poetry. My favorite poem is by him; it’s called Alone. And of course, The Raven and The TellTale Heart. I am beyond positive I’m leaving some out.

As far as other fanfic writers go, I strive to be as funny as @harleybeaumont, as angsty @burnsoslow as tragically beautiful as @dcbbw as evocative as @txemrn for my Drake to have as much swagger and sex appeal as @karahalloway and for my Leo to be as funny and endearing as @queenrileyrose.

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

I think Savage Love would make a good action movie. I think Bad Romance would make a good series, like a modern-day Game of Thrones meets Bridgerton.

17- Do you write original stories?

Yes. My WordPress blog is full of flash fiction, poetry, essays, and one of my original short stories. The rest of my short stories are waiting for me to either submit them to online fiction publications or publish them myself as a collection of short stories. I have three original novels in progress, one is almost complete. My original work is mostly horror, fantasy, and paranormal romance.

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

Reading. Photography. Camping/Hiking. Live music/sports. Collecting books (related to, but different from reading). Acting.

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

I guess if you’re interested in my personal life, I can tell you that I have seven children I can claim by birth or adoption and five more that I have partially raised for some amount of time spanning from six months to seven years, making a total of 12 children that have come through my home over the years. My husband and I have been married for twenty years; we live on a small farm in Texas, where we raise chickens, turkeys, ducks, geese, and goats currently (we used to raise hogs as well). We have four dogs, two cats, a couple of bearded dragons, two snakes, and run a turtle rehab. We have a couple of box turtles and many aquatic turtles of different types. My 17-year-old (Todd Scribbles lol) is a fierce advocate for them and is the reason all our friends and family now stop to help turtles cross roads (safely and correctly, of course!). Three of my kids play volleyball competitively and are stupid good at it, they did not get that athletic ability from me. I love playing sports but am generally uncoordinated. My favorite sport is baseball, my favorite team is, of course, the Texas Rangers, and the greatest pitcher of all time was Nolan Ryan, and this is the reason my Drake’s middle name is Nolan.

I sometimes process grief through my writing. When I wrote Maximum Damage, I didn’t plan it, but when I got to that part, Maxwell received the same injuries and recovery time as my oldest son did when he had his car accident. I have also lost loved ones to suicide, so writing that scene was hard as well. I wrote Betrayal after coming home from a memorial service and watching my nephew grieve for his wife. When I wrote Almost, again, it wasn’t planned, but when I got to the end, some of my own emotions about fear of losing a child came into play. Our youngest child is not biologically ours, and we have had to fight for her. We lost. She was ripped away and then given back. It’s why TRH 3 was so hard for me to get through and why I will never write MC losing custody of her child for even two minutes.

Just because I don’t want to end on a sad note, I need to tell ya’ll more stuff, lol. I was in the Army, I went to Texas A&M for undergrad and got my master's at Texas Woman’s University. When I lived in Laredo, we used to walk across the Rio Grande into Mexico on the weekends to go shopping. I have lived in Texas most of my life, but I did live in Arizona in a hippie commune when I was four. Yes, my mother was a flower child. She had a white mustang covered in those flowers you stick to the bottom of the tub. The car’s name was flower. After my mom remarried, we lived in Oklahoma at Fort Sill (I was an Army brat). I ran off to Ohio briefly at some point, and I spent ten days in New York City with a theatre group. I love musical theatre though I cannot sing. I was a theatre kid in high school and have done community theatre as an adult. I worked for over twenty years as a child development expert and only recently quit. I’m still figuring out what I want to do next. I worked for Half Price Books for two years in college, and it was a really fun job. My coworkers were all writers, artists, and musicians. I developed my love for live music by going to my manager's gigs on the weekends. Now I’m boring and never go anywhere but volleyball with my kids. I’m a raging night owl and have moderate to severe ADHD, which explains how I write so much. It’s a current hyper fixation. It’s also the reason I tend to overshare. Sorry.

Ok, that’s probably way more than anyone wanted or needed to know! Let me end by saying how much I love this fandom. I have met some really amazing people here!

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