I have been working on a series that honestly I think I might put out as a whole instead of parts but that’s a decision to come later. For now, I need beta readers and I want to know if anyone has an interest in it. I’m going to scrap my tag lists and just make new ones.
New blog, new me lol.
If you’re interested in helping me out, please send me a message. If you’d like to be tagged, please send an ask and I’ll start a list.
The series that I need beta readers for is a Jake Seresin x Reader fic set in TOP GUN Maverick. I don’t know what the summary is but I’ll basically try my best here lol.
“Six years had passed since your death during the uranium plant mission that had united the dagger team together. Now they had all been called back for a new mission, but what they didn’t anticipate was that the new team leader would be someone they knew all too well. Fate seems to have a sense of humor that’s called Jake’s suffering. What will he do now that there may be a possible second chance that he never anticipated he would have again?”
This is all major major maaaajor angst, fluff (lol like 5%), found family, angst (because seriously this one’s painful), smut, more angst, you get the gist. This will be dual POV between reader and Jake.
I have about 4.6k written right now and adding about 1-2k a day depending on my mood. I’m anticipating this to be around 150k because we’re at 4.6k and it is just the beginning of the story. If yall could see my notebook with all my notes, I think you’d go wild lol.
I was just going through my account and checking things and I didn’t even realize I had this here.
I miss posting and writing so much. I never meant to just drop off the face of the earth. Life just happened hardcore. I miss this 🥹 I have started writing again and I need to clean up my tumblr and “rebrand”. I’m sure there’s a better word for it lol. I have stuff in my docs for Butcher, Hangman, Rooster, Dean Winchester, and even for the Sinners movie universe. I just haven’t been pushing myself as hard as I used to. I’m doing it solely just out of a love for writing.
I’ve actually started on my own original book as well. I think once I feel comfortable again in my ability to write coherent sentences, I’ll start posting again. But for now, know that I still very much am writing, I miss everyone, and I really hope everyone’s doing well.
Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll be writing for a few characters I have listed. It’s just not sparking a spark 😬 and I will be soon removing all RPFs on my account and keeping it solely to fictional characters only. This is just a personal preference. (I will also not be continuing a few series that I have going that are not completed.)
But I’ll be keeping these characters(as well as adding new ones) here:
- Dean Winchester
- Geralt of Rivia
- Bucky Barnes
- Javi, Whiskey, Din Djarin
- Jake “Hangman” Seresin
- Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw
- Billy Butcher
And maybe a few surprise characters 😇
Thank you everyone who has still stuck around and has still read my content. You all have no idea how much it means to my little writer heart. Here’s to a new beginning.
Am I casually writing a self indulgent super long slow burn angsty HEA Butcher x Reader fan fic? Absolutely. Am I going to post it? I have no idea, but man, am I pouring my heart out on this one..
Also, hi, hello, I’ve been gone for a while, I’ve missed yall, and writing. Life has been absolutely little short of insane…
Anyways, if yall are interested, just casually let me know
Being-A-Creative-On-Tumblr-Culture is going through all of the 24 reblogs on your post with 357 notes just to get just enough serotonin to get through your day by reading what the five god sent people who left tags wrote
Summary: Dean struggles with the aftermath of a difficult event in his life involving reader. (It’s super vague I know, but if I literally explain anything, it’s all spoilers. I swear it’s good)
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Cas, OC!Leu, mentions of Ellen and Jo
Word Count: 5,300
Warnings: Angst up the wazoo, mild description of wounds, also some of the warnings are spoilers so I’m putting them in the tags lol
Author’s Note: Here’s this fic that I wrote a few weeks ago. I haven’t had a chance to post it till now. I was inspired after watching a youtuber play a game based on this concept. If anyone’s curious about the theme I was going for, let me know. I’m very glad to explain. I hope you guys like it, I haven’t written Dean in years lol. I apologize in advance if it’s bad, I’m not good at angst.
Death was inevitable. Dean knew that, Sam knew that, even Cas knew that but given the type of life they lived, they didn’t know when it was going to be permanent or if it was just a never ending cycle of lost heartbeats and gasps for air. Sometimes death was permanent and there was nothing they could do about it, watching countless friends and family pass away right under their noses. Sam and Dean somehow always found a way to cheat death though. Come back and walk the earth as if they hadn’t just been lifeless moments ago. Deal after deal after deal trying to protect each other from what was the inevitable end for the brothers. It wasn’t until you had just danced your way into their lives that they started to value life for what it was without trying to die. You traveled with the brothers for years, keeping them company in the back of the impala, cracking horrible joke after joke, offering your candy to a grumpy dean, or just sleeping the previous hunt away. To the outside world, it probably would’ve been weird just how comfortable the three of you became in a short amount of time but you just understood each other. The brothers had already lived a long and hard life before you came into the picture. They took their necessary precautions when it came to you but in a few short months, you had become one of their own.
Living a life with the Winchesters was tough and sometimes downright impossible but you proved loyal to them every moment you could, sticking by through their hardest moments. Dean became attached not only to your beautiful face and appealing form but to your kind soul, your caring nature, your inability to give up. If he was to be completely honest, he fell in love with you the moment he first met you but he’d never admit it. He’ll never admit how much your smile can brighten his days instantly, how your laugh is his favorite song over Zeppelin and Jovi, how every moment with you is his favorite. He always had it bad for you since the moment you joined his misshapen crew. Dean could never understand how lucky he got that you even glanced in his direction, let alone fall in love with him too. He was terrified at first. He knew he had destructive habits, moments of lost clarity where he wasn’t himself truly. Having traveled with Dean for years before finding the bunker, you understood this, understood him. You were patient, loving, and Dean would never say it, but in a way you were his salvation. You showed him how to love himself first and how to better improve for himself and not only did he grow and achieve that, he learned how to truly love you.
“Dean. Dean? Hey!” Dean snapped out of his thoughts of you to look up at Sam as he waved his hands in front of Dean trying to get his attention. Dean looked at Sam emotionless as Sam sighed, flipping his computer around to show Dean some camera footage. “There was a sighting of a man and a woman in New Mexico and caught police attention. Here they are passing through a gas station.” Dean clenched his jaw as he watched the tape play, the man they had been tracking for weeks walking across the aisle, motioning towards the girl to grab food for herself. The girl looked timid, almost broken as she grabbed a few bags of snacks, and water. Even though the tape was grainy and just a bit laggy, he could see the shake in her hands, the tremble in her body, the way her eyes looked everywhere in desperation almost as if she was waiting for someone to save her. The girl looked up at the camera, her eyes wide and teary, one eye clearly bruised up, cheek swollen, lips parted from what only looked like constant abuse. Dean felt the anger boiling inside of him as he pushed the laptop back at Sam, a bit more forcefully than he meant. Sam only let out a quiet click of his tongue as he took his laptop back, scrolling through a few more camera feeds.
“When?”
“Two weeks ago.” Dean grabbed the whiskey bottle as he filled his cup back up, throwing the glass back, the amber liquid burning his throat. Dean let out a quiet hiss before moving to refill his glass once more.
“Dean, how much have you drank?”
“Does it matter?”
“You know she wouldn-”
“Dammit Sammy, she’s not here is she?! She’s not here to tell me I shouldn’t.” Dean growled out loudly as he stood, chest puffed out as his breathing became more ragged and hard with every breath he took. Sam said nothing as he stared his brother down, trying to get his thoughts together. Dean was tense and if Sam pushed him, he’d probably break and take it out on him and that last thing they needed was to waste time they could be using to find you.
“We’ll get her back, Dean. I know it’s only a matter of time but she’ll be home soon.” Dean only shook his head as he grabbed the whiskey bottle, leaving his cup on the table as he made his way towards his room which really was his and yours. Dean walked in, looking around, almost as if he was searching for you from instinct, searching for any movement, smell, any indication that you were in the room, hiding from him like you always did. He clenched his jaw, knowing you weren’t there and he felt the tension building in his bones again at the reality of the situation as he took a large sip from the bottle, trying to drown everything with the golden liquid. He wanted to drown his memories of you, thoughts of you, the smell of you, and forget. Forget you’re gone, out of his reach, forget that he didn’t protect you like he promised and had failed you.
A month had passed since you disappeared. Dean couldn’t find you and after a week of no contact, he grew increasingly worried. It wasn’t like you to leave without a notice, without a call, or a note, or even a text. Saying that Dean was losing his mind was the understatement of the year. No one had heard from you and not even Cas could tune into your location. Dean denied it. He denied any idea that you had abandoned him, that you were fed up with your life with the Winchesters. He denied the thought that you didn’t love him anymore. Sam reassured him constantly that there was no way you had left him, that you were just as love sick as Dean.
Another week passed and nothing. That was until Sam found something, or in this case, he was sent something. A video. Dean threw up after the first few minutes of watching the video and he couldn’t stomach watching the rest, leaving Sam to have to watch it, searching for any clues that could aid the brothers. The video was of you, bound and bloody, screaming into a mouth gag as the hooded man carved into your skin, making you sing songs that Dean would gladly never, ever listen to again. You looked like you had gone through hell and back. The man laughed in the video as he finally showed his face. “Hello Deaaanie! You’re probably wondering who I am. You can call me Leu.” The man chuckled as he moved closer to your exhausted form, wincing as he grabbed your chin hard, making you face the camera. “Say hello to your dear husband sweetie.”
Your tired eyes fluttered for a few seconds before focusing on the camera. Your lips parted slightly as you took a deep breath. Your throat was sore, like you had swallowed knives from all the screaming. “Dean, baby, don’t.” That’s all that you managed to say before the man slapped you hard, knowing the few specs of oxygen out of your lungs, leaving you almost breathless as you tried to breathe.
“Well that was lame, I was expecting something more heartfelt. Oh well. Come and find me Dean.” The video went dark after that, Dean’s solemn and terrified face staring back at him. He grimaced and looked away, feeling the shame building inside of him more and more as the seconds passed by. He should’ve protected you better, should’ve been a better partner to you. Your blunt statement started ringing in his ears as he remembered what you said. Don’t. He knew exactly what you were talking about but he couldn’t bring himself to listen to you. How could you tell him not to when he had to and would. Sam had begun to do everything he could, tracing the video, searching for the mystery man in all of the databases, and unfortunately, re-watching the video for anything he missed, anything that could tip him off about your location.
Dean laid on his bed as he stared at the bottle of whiskey, his anger boiling inside of him, his inability of being able to find you, adding gasoline to the fire burning inside of him. Sam had found a lead though and it seemed promising. He was about to take another sip but the loud call of his name had him running down the bunker, towards the main room where Sam was typing away furiously into his computer. “Dean, look at this.” Sam was about to show him another video feed before the video was interrupted, the skype window filling the whole screen, someone trying to call them. The name showed ‘Unknown Caller’. Sam sighed as he pointed towards the screen. “This is the third time this person calls.”
Dean grunted and clicked on the answer button ready to tell whoever was on the other end to go screw themselves but before the video loaded, there was a soft moan from a woman, one in pain, one Dean recognized all too well. The video loaded in and Dean was face to face with your broken body and the so-called Leu beside you. He had a large grin as he moved closer to the camera. “Finally! I really thought you were ignoring me for a second. Wouldn’t want to make our dear Y/n worry.”
“Son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!” Dean roared out, almost tempted to punch the computer screen but Sam was very ready to contain his brother.
“Now now Deano, don’t be so rude. We have a guest.” Leu walked closer to you, poking you with the knife in his hand. You stirred slowly, groaning as he touched another wound on your skin. You looked thinner, you clearly lost a lot of weight and that really worried Dean. “Don’t you dare touch her.”
“A little late for that remark. I really think I’ve created a masterpiece. So many different hues of blue and purple but my favorite is red.” Leu began to drag his hand across your arm, pulling grunts of pain from you before chuckling quietly as he walked back towards the camera.
“What do you want?” Sam chimed up when he realized all of Dean’s focus was on you, watching as you struggled to breathe and move. Your bones ached with every movement and there was a point where you just stopped moving, the uncomfortable position better than the burning of your skin.
“I want you to suffer.” Leu smiled wide as he turned and motioned to you. “It’s pretty easy really. The cycle of life, if you’d like to give it an official name. ”
‘You will pay for this. You will suffer as much as she has and worse.”
Leu let out a full belly laugh as he looked at the camera, wiping away fake tears. “Oh wow I’m definitely trembling in fear.” Both the brothers stared at Leu. If looks could kill, Leu would’ve been assassinated gruesomely. “ You can’t hurt me but I can hurt you. Enjoy this moment because after this, you will never see her again.” Just before the camera cut out, Leu blinked his eyes portraying the black eyes that constantly mocked the brother their whole lives. Demon.
Dean felt his jaw clench and as he opened his mouth to speak, say anything, the call ended. The screen was blank and that was the last time he ever saw you just as Leu promised and that drove Dean just a bit closer to insanity. Dean didn’t waste a single second before moving back to his room and hastily packing his bag, shaving any clothes he could get his hands on in it. He grabbed his weapons and anything else he needed before moving back towards the main room where a confused Sam sat, typing away at his computer. He looked up as Dean dropped his bag on the floor, moving towards the bookshelf looking for something he also needed.
“Dean, don’t.”
“You can’t stop me Sammy.”
“She wouldn’t want this, you know that.”
“I’m leaving.” Finding what he needed, Dean grabbed his duffle bag from the floor before he hastily made his way to the garage. Sam knew better than to try to even reason with Dean. When it came to you, he would move heaven and hell a million times over to get to you. As Dean entered the garage, he threw his bag in the back of the impala, before slipping into the driver’s side, speeding out of the Bunker, a man on a mission. He knew the way to the crossroads like the back of his hand. He had done this countless times, he knew the drills. Crowley was no longer an option and he had to resort to old ways. Pulling up to the location, he moved on autopilot. He opened the trunk and pulled out a tin can, already prepared. Dean double checked it before making his way towards the middle. He set the trap in place before he dug the hole, burying the box.
“You know, we had a bet going to see how long I’d take for you to appear here.” Dean turned to face the Demon. Dean’s expression never faltered, if anything it became more menacing. The demon smirked as it watched Dean, walking around in the circle as she sighed, clearly already bored.
“Then you know why I’m here.”
“Yes… I do.” The demon moved closer to Dean, almost taunting him as her eyes flashed black. She chuckled quietly before clicking her tongue. “Unfortunately for you Winchester, I can’t make the deal.”
“Then get me someone who can.”
“That’s the thing pretty boy, we can’t.” Dean felt his lip curl in anger as he tried to stay composed but it was getting harder with every second that passed that he wasn’t getting what he needed.
“I don’t want time, trade me for her.”
“I’m sorry Dean but no can do.” The demon was clearly amused and not an ounce of sympathy was in her actions. Dean licked his lips as he nodded his understanding. He rubbed his chin with his thumb before quickly turning and stabbing the demon straight in the gut. The demon flashed as it died on Dean’s blade but Dean showed no emotion. It didn’t matter how long it took, he would find someone who could give exactly what he wanted and what he wanted was you, safe at home.
Demon kill after demon kill, Dean was relentless. Weeks and weeks of capturing and torturing any demon he could get his hands on. Then, they stopped appearing completely. The demons stopped appearing and Dean was losing his mind. He never had felt so out of loss of control as he did in that moment. He was sitting in his motel, staring at a photo he had of you and him. You were sitting at the bar table with Dean at your left side and Sam on your other. You all had chosen to stop at Ellen's for the night. Sam had gotten up to go to the restroom and left you and Dean at the bar. Dean thought it would be smart to say something funny and you were laughing hard as Dean watched you with a huge smile himself. Jo was working the bar and thought it was a cute sight and snapped a quick photo with her phone. Looking at the photo now, Dean realized this was when he really started falling in love with you. It was super obvious in the way he was smiling in the photo, watching you as you laughed your worries away. Dean ran his fingers across the creases the photo had from the wear and tear of being in his wallet. That moment felt like it was a lifetime ago when it really only was a few years old.
Dean took a deep breath as he gingerly put the photo back into his wallet before tossing it on his bed. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey he had bought earlier, popping the lid, and taking a big swig of it. The amber liquid burned his throat but he didn't care. He welcomed the pain. He welcomed any distraction from his reality. Dean was no stranger to depression and feelings of inadequacy but this was a whole new level of low. Everything he promised he would and wouldn't do, he had done and that wasn't his biggest failure. His biggest failure was keeping you to himself when he knew you were worth more than someone like him and here you were, paying the consequences for his inability to admit that to himself. Dean felt the anger slowly dissipating, being replaced with the sorrow your absence created. He never wanted to know what life was like without you and now he did. He hated it.
Dean never stopped looking for you. The days passed and he kept looking, pouring himself into his work, but each day, it was harder and harder for him. He'd drink his pain away, resort to the devil's liquid to get through his days. He became an empty shell of himself. Sam stopped calling after a few months of Dean ignoring his calls. Dean knew his brother deserved better too. It wasn't just losing you that affected him, it was losing his best friend, his hunting partner, his wife. Till death do you part. The few days he was conscious, those words rang through his head. Were you even alive? Had you escaped and just not come back? Was your body at the bottom of a lake? In a ditch? He didn't know and that's what sent him down his dark path.
After a year passed, his depression got worse but he knew he had to return home. He wasn't Dean anymore and he didn't think he would be again. He felt numb at best. Walking back into the bunker by himself, was a new slap to his face. This was it. He had to accept that you were gone and you weren't coming back. Sam heard the door and made his way to the stairs, staring at what was left of Dean. Dean was thinner, he had new scars, he looked like he hadn't slept in months, and his eyes were just different. "Hey Sammy."
Dean would like to say it happened quick, that he was okay within a year, but that would be a lie. It took him years before he could even say your name again. Sam had finished making dinner and they sat in the library in comfortable silence as they ate before Dean pulled out his wallet, pulling out the photo of the two of you, dropping it between the two on the table. Sam looked at the photo with furrowed brows before looking up at Dean silently asking about it. Dean cleared his throat as he tried to organize his thoughts but in reality, he didn't want to. He was tired. He just wanted to talk.
"Remember when we stopped at Ellen's? Y/n was just whining and whining about how much she missed her and Jo? She drove us crazy that whole drive?" Dean chuckled quietly as Sam nodded.
"She said she wouldn't be your friend anymore if we didn't stop there."
"I couldn't believe she had even said that. Thought I was having a nightmare."
"I mean, we both know she was just fibbing. Had she pushed just a bit more, you would've caved anyways."
"Yeah, she did have me wrapped around her finger, didn't she?"
Sam scoffed and smiled as he stared at the photo. "Since the first day we met her." Sam felt his smile falter a bit as he nodded towards the photo, his eyes flicking up to watch Dean, being careful with how he approached his next question. "Do you miss her?"
Dean felt his eyes water. He wasn't one to cry but when it came to you, the tears always flowed freely. "Always. Every day. I don't think I ever stop missing her."
"You haven't said her name since the day you came back."
"I know. I think I'm ready."
"To talk about her?"
"To let her go." Sam didn't need to ask what Dean meant. He knew exactly what it meant. Sam nodded his understanding before motioning for Dean to finish eating.
By the end of the day, both boys had organized everything they needed, standing in front of the Hunter's funeral they had created. They didn't have a body to burn but had replaced it with all of your favorite things, everything that made you you. There was a plate with your favorite food, your favorite shirt, and little things you loved to collect. Dean stared at it all. This was it. Sam waited for Dean to ask him to stop. When the minutes passed and he said nothing, he threw the lighter onto the wood, watching as it all engulfed in flames. Dean accepted your death and hoped that you were in heaven, enjoying yourself. You deserved it.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?"
"Wake up." Dean furrowed his brows as he looked over at Sam.
"What?"
"Dean, wake up!"
Dean jolted awake, pulling the gun out from under his pillow, aiming it at Sam's head as Sam jumped back with his hands in the air. "Woah woah!"
Dean groaned out as he put the gun down, sighing as he rubbed at his eyes. "What's going on Sam?"
Sam sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, hating what he had to do. "Dean, come on. It's today." Dean felt the blood run cold inside of him as he looked up at Sam, feeling the anger raise in his blood.
"Is Y/n ready?" Sam swallowed thickly before nodding his head. He felt his throat closing up before clearing it.
"Yeah." Sam didn't want to talk more as he made his way out of Dean's room. Dean let his head fall back into his pillow as he stared at the ceiling. What a fucking nightmare he just had. He looked over at the picture frame he had on the small bedside table. He picked it up and stared at the photo before taking a deep breath.
"When I come back, I'll tell you all about the nightmare I had. You won't believe it. It felt so real." Dean kissed the frame softly before putting it back on the table. He got up and made his way to the closet, pulling out his fed suit. He remembered clearly that you had asked him to wear his best suit, he had to dress up fancy. You wouldn't accept anything less. He chuckled as he could hear your words echoing in his head. "You better look good Winchester or else you'll feel my wrath. I won't even make you pie for a whole month."
This feeling in Dean's chest was heavy, it felt like he had swallowed bricks and they were sitting in his lungs, ready to suffocate him. He grabbed a red tie you had bought him just for this. You had to match, you told him when you gave it to him. He stood in front of the mirror, going through the motions he knew all too well. Once he was done, he walked over to his dresser, slipping on his wedding band, smiling at the relief the known weight brought to him. Once he was ready he made his way outside where Sam, Cas, and you were waiting for him. He felt the breath in his lungs be knocked out of him as his eyes fell on you. You were wearing a beautiful red dress, your favorite dress. Your hair was curled and you weren't wearing any makeup, your natural beauty shining through. Dean swallowed thickly as he kept his eyes on you, committing the memory to sight.
Sam nodded his head to Dean before looking over at you, feeling the swell of emotions bursting in his chest. The weight of the lighter heavy in his palm. He took a deep breath and threw it, watching as you burst into flames from the moment it made contact with your skin. The three boys stood watch as you slowly burned away, moving on to heaven where you wouldn't suffer anymore. "Goodbye baby." Dean murmured as he watched the flames slowly die out. The sky trembled and within minutes, the rain poured onto the men but they didn't care.
"I'm sorry Dean."
"It's not your fault Cas."
"I should've done better.”
"It's what she wanted Cas." Cas took a deep breath before turning back to the burned embers of where you used to be, of what's left of you.
"She deserved better than this."
"That's the funny thing about life isn't it?"
. . . . . . .
"What's your name Sweetheart?"
You chuckled as you pulled your knife out of the monster you had just killed. "Wouldn't you like to know sweet cheeks?" Dean chuckled as he licked his lips. Sam joined the both of you as you all made sure there were no more threats. "But if you really long for this information, I'll indulge you. It's Y/n."
. . . . . . .
"Dean?"
"Yeah sweetheart?"
"This isn't a one time thing right?" Dean frowned as he looked down at you as you laid on his bare chest. The fact that you even had to ask him hurt his heart. He knew in that moment he wanted nothing more than for you to wake up everyday in his arms.
"Of course not. It never was." Dean kissed your head gently and you hummed your appreciation, slowly succumbing to sleep in his hold.
. . . . . . .
"Dean we need to talk."
"You can't break up with me. We're already married." You let out a choked laugh as you tried to think of the best way to tell him.
"I need you to be serious with me for a second." Dean felt cold. Whenever you said something like this to him, it was never good news. He didn't say anything and you took a deep breath, unknowingly speaking what would be your demise. "The doctor called me today."
"And?"
"I tested positive."
. . . . . . .
"So when do you start losing your hair?" You chuckled quietly as Cas grabbed your hair, looking at it like it would attack him.
"When I start treatment. Doc said it would be aggressive." Dean sighed as he held your hand and you looked at him with a soft smile.
"There's still time."
"No Dean besides, I'm okay with it. I'm not scared to die."
"But I'm scared to lose you."
"I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere." As much as Dean would've loved to push you, he knew he needed to support any decision you made. He owed you that much as much as he hated it.
. . . . . . .
"We should name it."
"Name what?"
"My sickness duh." Dean looked at you like you grew a second head and you laughed. "Don't look at me like that?"
"Why do you want to name it?" Sam was also looking at you the way Dean was and you rolled your eyes, poking at your food with your fork. As the time passed, it was getting harder and harder for you to eat but Dean pushed you, trying to get you to eat anything.
"To make it normal. For me."
Dean took a deep breath as he watched you poke your food before licking his lips. "Alright, I'll bite. What do you want to name it?"
"Well I don't want to name it something outrageous. I was thinking about Leu. "
"Leu?"
"Short for Leukemia. I thought it was clever."
Dean smiled slightly as he nodded. "Very clever."
. . . . . . .
"Dean?"
"Yeah sweetheart?"
"Promise me that if you see a girl in a bar and she's hot you'll go for it."
"Now's not the time for jokes." You coughed quietly as you tried your best to scowl at him.
"I'm not joking. I'm serious. I want you to have a life after me, after all of this."
"There's nothing after you."
"Don't be such a romantic and promise me you'll live your life when I'm gone."
Dean sighed and remembered his promise to support what you wanted. "I'll try."
"Good. You need some friends." Dean laughed as he moved to get comfortable. Sitting next to the bed where you lay, surrounded by tubes and wires wasn't the best place for comfort but he didn't care. Before he could respond, your nurse came in to check on you for the night.
. . . . . . .
The day you passed away, Dean was in shock, numb to the world. He never thought it would happen. A whirlwind of doctors running into the room, pushing him out so they could try to revive you, except they couldn't. You signed a DNR. Dean was left with himself, having to watch as you took your last breath. The loud dinging of your heart monitor making him feel like he'd lost his hearing, forever cursed to hear that sound. He didn't sleep that night. He couldn't. Returning to an empty bed, a bed you belonged in, was the icing on top of the shit cake he was handed. He broke a lot of furniture that night.
. . . . . . .
"Yeah, I guess it is." Dean felt his lungs cut off his air as flashes of memories of you played throughout his head. Sam patted Dean on his shoulder, relaying his silent support. Dean nodded towards him in thanks. The sound of Sam's boots crunching in the dirt sounded behind Dean as Cas moved to stand next to Dean.
"Did you dress her?"
"Sam couldn't and asked me to. She picked a nice wig. It’s really close to her natural hair."
"Thanks Cas, really."
Cas stayed quiet as he looked at the burnt spot on the floor. He didn't want to leave his friend alone, not during his weakest moments. He knew Sam left because he didn't want to cry with Dean around, it wasn't about him, it was about Dean. Cas smiled slightly as he thought of you. "You can go inside Cas."
Cas nodded as he pat Dean in the back. "I'll be inside."
Dean stared at the floor, the rain completely drenching him. His hair was matted to his head and a slight breeze made his teeth chatter but he couldn't move. He had to stay around just a bit more. His eyes were glued to the ash on the floor. He took a deep breath as his fingers fumbled with his wedding band, trying to figure out what to say. “I know I said I’d tell you about my nightmare later but I think now is a good time. You’ll probably laugh but it started with me and Sammy..”
Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)
Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Y/n), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara
Word Count: 4,361
Warnings: angst angssst aaaaaangggsssttttt, descriptions of canonical violence, canon death, cursing, flashback is in italics
Author’s Note: It’s been a long time coming but we’re close to the end my lovelies. I hope you all like this update. Thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.
Previous...
“So I suggest you find out who he is. Come on.” Eggsy watched Harry walk off as he shook his head. He was upset at Harry’s actions, more so, at hurting you. He looked back over at the cabin and watched as you had moved Whiskey’s head onto your lap. You hoped Whiskey would be okay after everything. Eggsy slowly walked over and grabbed the rest of yours and Whiskey’s things. He heard you sniff and stopped. He wanted to comfort you but he didn’t know what to say. He leaned down next to you, putting a light hand on your shoulder. Your body shook as another wave of tears surged through you.
“Let me help you love.” You reluctantly agreed to Eggsy’s help. He grabbed Whiskey as best as he could, throwing him over his shoulder. You stood up, grabbing his whip, and in heavy silence, you followed him back to the jet. The ride back was tense. You had every right to go and put a bullet into Harry’s head but he was right. You had to work together to get the antidote before more people died. You wondered why Harry didn’t suspect you. You were with Whiskey, you were ever as much a suspect as he was. You didn’t want to think how it would be if you were the one shot and Whiskey found you instead.
Next...
Arriving at the agency, you quickly helped Ginger set Whiskey up in her machine, letting the nanites do their job. “He looks great.” Ginger was standing next to you as you watched Whiskey sleeping.
Merlin nodded. “Good.” He moved towards his team to let them know of the good news.
“Ginger, I should’ve protected him harder. I should’ve shot Harry the first time I had the gun to his head.” You felt your eyes water, feeling so useless. Ginger reached over, holding your hand in hers in comfort.
“We both know you wouldn’t have Gin. He’s going to be okay. I suggest you focus on the mission. We can deal with this after.” You nodded quietly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, holding Whiskey’s hand in yours. You brought it up to your lips, kissing his knuckles softly.
“I’ll be back baby. I’ll make this right.” You looked up at the closed door where the three Kingsman were. You clenched your jaw walking towards the door. The doors slid open and you caught the end of their conversation. With the way Harry’s eyes landed guiltily on you, you knew they were talking about Whiskey, specifically, how he was working against the agency. You narrowed your eyes at him. Your fingers twitched, ready to grab your gun and put several bullets in his head.
“My favorite singer?”
“I don't bloody know. How would I know that?”
“It's John Denver.”
Eggsy walked back towards the group in a rush. “Merlin! Have you got eyes on that location yet?”
“Soon. The reconnaissance drone's about an hour away. Which gives us time to sort out-”
Eggsy walked towards the elevator, stepping in as he looked at the three of you. “Bollocks, we haven't time for anything. I'm leaving now. With or without you.” Merlin looked to Harry in silent agreement before the three of them looked to you. You swore you never felt so small under their gazes but you refused to back down. You were going to finish this mission for Whiskey and after, Harry was going to suffer for his actions. You kept your chin up, passing both men, stepping into the elevator. Eggsy nodded his appreciation towards you as the other men stepped inside.
You all made your way to the plane, getting comfortable. Getting so caught up on the situation, you forgot to change. You walked towards your room, You pulled the snowsuit off and stripped bare, stepping into the shower. You washed away the blood and dirt from before. Thoughts of your lover filled your head. You closed your eyes and tried to forget. You tried to erase the memories of watching Whiskey get shot over and over out of your head but every time you closed your eyes, you were forced to relive it. You let the steaming water burn your skin, feeling like you still had Whiskey's blood on your hands. You scrubbed your skin raw, seeing the small red streaks across your skin. You know if Whiskey saw you, he'd lecture you about taking care of yourself better and then he would kiss your skin. The thought brought a soft smile to your face.
Quickly finishing your shower, you stepped out. Thanks to the awesome gadgets the Statesman had, you used a small machine that dried and styled your hair in seconds. The machine opted for giving you lazy curls, your signature look. You slipped on a pair of really tight dark washed jeans, slipping your black boots on after, pairing it with a nice thick belt, the large Statesmen belt buckle shining brightly. You grabbed a silky red tank top with spaghetti straps, throwing your jean jacket over it. Lastly, you slipped on your thigh holsters for your guns. Standing in front of the mirror, you noticed the marks Whiskey left on your skin and you felt your throat tighten. You willed your emotions away, knowing you needed to be composed. You looked over at Whiskey’s hat that was laying on your bed. You took it with you after leaving him with Ginger. You knew if he saw you, you wouldn’t leave the bedroom for days. You blushed at the thought, swiping the hat and plopping it gently on your head. It fit you big but you liked it.
“Don't be. Just know that having something to lose is what makes life worth living. Now, let's go and save your girl.”
“I missed you, Harry. “Stepping out of the room, Harry and Eggsy were in the main room talking. You really didn’t want to be near the senior agent and he knew. You tensed in his presence but luckily, Merlin interrupted them. “Gentlemen, milady, I hate to break up a party. We're nearly there, so I suggest we get ready. Follow me.”
Merlin walked towards the back, into what was Tequila's room, pushing a button that revealed a hidden dresser. “Oh, yes.” You smiled weakly at Eggsy’s reaction.
The machine slowly opened up, moving Whiskey to a sitting position as he gasped awake. He looked around before his eyes settled on Ginger. He smirked, his first instinct was to hit on her but there was a nagging feeling telling him that he shouldn’t. He decided to ignore the little voice. “Hello, gorgeous. I'm Jack. What's your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?” Whiskey had stood up, walking after Ginger as she walked back away from him, irritation painting her features. “I got a six-pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie's out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar.”
“Jack, stop it.” Ginger held up his phone, showing him the picture he had of you as your contact, his favorite picture. He grabbed the phone, furrowing his brows as he focused on your features. He saw himself in the photo, looking down at your soft form.
“Who's this pretty lady?”
“That’s your girlfriend. You told her you loved her for the first time a few days ago.” Whiskey frowned as he looked at the picture and didn’t take long for his memories to flood through his head, images of you surrounding him and all of his senses. He remembered the first time he met you, your sweet laugh echoing in his head. Flashes of missions you two had been on, and memories of you underneath him, moaning his name had him blushing. The last thing he remembered was the mission and Harry shooting him paired with your screams of agony. Whiskey came to his senses and looked down at his phone, kissing the picture he had of you. He looked to Ginger, rage fueling his actions.
“Ginger. Goddamn butterfly guy shot me in the fucking head.”
“I know. Gin told me.”
“Gin?" Whiskey looked around desperately hoping to see you in the room. When he came back with nothing, he clenched his jaw and frowned as he looked back at Ginger. "Where is she?”
“She's on her way to Cambodia with Eggsy, Merlin, and,” Ginger hesitated to finish speaking. She took a deep breath preparing for how Whiskey would react. “ Agent Galahad. That's where Poppy’s base is.”
“Ginger, what the fuck?! You let her go by herself?” Whiskey growled out as he stared at the screen with your location. “Prepare the Silver Pony. I’m not leaving her alone with that fucking traitor.” Before Ginger could say anymore, Whiskey ran off in full speed towards his jet, intent on getting back to you as soon as he could. He pulled up his watch, clicking a few buttons before a faint beep was heard. He looked at the map and sighed, at least feeling secure that he had a visual on you. When you slept together, he put on a tracker and put one on you just as a piece of mind for himself. He knew you'd kill him if you ever found out but he needed that security. Ever since they found Harry and brought him back to the agency, he had a nagging feeling. He never liked your friendship with him and now, he feared for your safety. If Harry was willing to shoot him in the head, what would he be willing to do to you?
Merlin entered the main room and everyone turned to look at him. You smiled as you heard Eggsy compliment him. “Hey, hey. Looking good, Merlin.”
“Feeling good, Eggsy.” Merlin chuckled as he watched Eggsy nod his head in approval. Merlin looked at you for a second, seeing the same expression on your face as his. You held your hand up, giving him a soft thumbs up of approval. “Right. This is yours.” Merlin turned towards Harry, handing him an umbrella before turning towards Eggsy, handing him a briefcase. You recognized the weapons. They were hardly ever used. Most Statesmen agents considered them too fancy. “That's for you.”
“I feel naked.”
“Whiskey, it’s not that bad. You don’t need your whip.”
“Easy for you to say. You can just hide yours under your dress. I have to carry this stupid briefcase. Who even brings a suitcase to a gala?” You giggled as you watched the older man complain. He looked at you, furrowing his brows in confusion as you laughed. “Now you’re laughing?”
You shrugged as you wrapped your arm around Whiskey’s, oblivious to the way he tensed slightly at your touch. You had been partnered for some time but you were only friends. “You’re cute, that’s all.”
Whiskey laughed as he shook his head. “Got me feeling as pretty as a peach, darlin.”
Whiskey’s laugh echoed through your head as the memory faded away. You felt your throat tighten and you willed your tears away for the billionth time that day. The boys had opened the weapon vault under the pool table as Merlin handed Harry a bat. “Press the "S". Minesweeper. Courtesy of Statesman.” Merlin nodded your way and you gave him a weak smile, tipping your hat in a silent ‘You’re welcome’. Eggsy looked at all the gadgets in the little vault. It was catered especially for you, Whiskey, and Tequila. On the top wall, there were Tequila’s shotguns as well as his bulletproof suit. There was an array of guns surrounding it, your specialty guns. You walked over, slipping the gun vest around yourself. You checked every gun to make sure it was loaded, slipping them both into their holsters, as well as slipping two more into your thigh holsters. Guns were your thing. You looked over at Whiskey’s whip and lasso. You remember when he taught you to use them and how happy he was when you became an expert in just a few short months. The added skill made for great teamwork on missions.
“And what about these?” Eggsy grabbed a baseball, turning it in his hand.
“Careful. Those are hand grenades.”
“Don’t blow yourself up, sugar.” You mumbled as you reached over grabbing your whip that was placed next to Whiskeys. When you mastered it, as a gift, Whiskey had one custom made for you with your initials at the end, the handle made in your favorite color. He said it was to distinguish which was which. At the time, you let yourself believe it was because he felt something and you were right, but Whiskey played it off like it was nothing. “As discussed, this is for the endgame.” Merlin grabbed a glasses case, handing it over to Eggsy. Eggsy opened the case, revealing a small syringe filled with a golden liquid. You raised your eyebrows in question but you didn’t comment. “I'm entrusting it to you. And I'm entrusting this,” You smirked as Merlin grabbed a large machete. It was one of Tequilas. “To me.”
Soon the plane started its auto-piloted landing, leaving you a few miles away from Poppy’s location. Leaving the plane, the four of you went on your way through the jungle. Merlin led the way, cutting at leaves in your path. When you spotted the first landmine, you quickly switched places, letting Eggsy lead the way with the minesweeper. You walked between him and Merlin, keeping your distance from Harry. As you got close, you all huddled close, staring at the entrance to the facility. "Right. This is where we split up. Pincer movement. Merlin, you're with me. Gin, Eggsy, you signal when we're in position."
You all nodded your understanding and as you moved to walk away, you heard the soft sound of something being stepped on and activated. You all froze, no one daring to move. After a few tense seconds, everyone's head slowly looked down to see Eggsy's foot firmly planted on top of a mine. His eyes fell wide in shock.
"Don't move. You move, we die." Eggsy nodded his understanding slowly as Merlin stepped back, taking the suitcase from Eggsy. He opened it up and pulled out a can. "Luckily, I have this." Merlin bent down next to Eggsy's foot, pushing away the dirt surrounding the mine. He shook the can and sprayed it all around the mine, getting just a bit on Eggsy's foot. You kept a lookout for any guards that could've spotted you, your heart beating frantically. "This spray will freeze the trigger mechanism, give us a split second. So on the count of three, what I want you to-" Before anyone could think clearly, Merlin pushed Eggsy off of the mine, standing on it instead.
"Merlin!" Eggsy panted quietly as he slowly turned around looking to his old friend in shock. You watched with wide eyes, knowing what Merlin was going to do and it pained you. You were the least close to him but in the short time you knew him, he treated you with nothing but kindness, even when they had first arrived, you were the one to pull Tequila off of them, offering them comfort. Merlin appreciated you in his own way, watching out for you just as he would for Eggsy. "Merlin, what the fuck have you done?"
Merlin’s expression never changed as he took a deep breath. “Our journey together began many years ago, when your father did the same thing for us.” He motioned between himself and Harry.
“Our journey began with a mistake I made. Give me the can. That's an order.” Harry moved towards Merlin, holding his hand out towards him.
Merlin handed the can over with no regret. “Can's empty. Split second's over. You three need to get going.”
“No, no, no. There's got to be another way.” Your heart clenched for Eggsy as you watched the whole ordeal. You swallowed thickly agreeing with him.
“He's right. The mission comes first.”
“Bollocks, mission comes firs-”
“Eggsy! This is no time for emotion. Remember your training. Or we all die. Now get on with it.” Eggsy looked at Merlin with disbelief as he tried to argue. You could see it in his stance, in the way his lip quivered, and in the way his eyes glossed over. This was it for your friend and Eggsy was on the brink of breaking down.
“Do as you're told. Move it!” Eggsy looked between the two men before glancing at you, a large battle behind his eyes. You knew you would agree with him and suggest there was another way but you knew, it was a battle neither of you would win. You wanted to strangle Harry for being so insensitive.
“Go.” Eggsy slowly grabbed his suitcase as he turned, walking off towards his mark. You knew you needed to be in position with him. You inhaled shakily, trying to keep your own emotions in check. You couldn’t risk making any wrong move. You walked over to Merlin, straightening his tie, staring at it before looking up at him in his eyes. You hadn’t noticed the tears you had shed but he did and he smiled softly. “Looking very good Merlin, very handsome.” You mumbled quietly. He smirked as he nodded his silent ‘Thank you’ to you.
“Feeling good Gin.” You let a broken laugh escape your lips as you stepped back watching him. You turned around before you’d break down and made your way to Eggsy. He noticed the red blotches on your skin and he knew you were the first to break over Merlin. You knew it was ridiculous to feel so hurt about someone who you had known for a few days but you were already so on edge over Whiskey and Tequila that you were a bit off your game. You swallowed your emotions, cloaking them with something darker as it took over. You needed to complete the mission and you weren’t going to risk the lives of millions because you were sad.
“It's been an honor.” You heard Harry finish his goodbyes as he made his way to his own position.
“Good luck.” Merlin made an ok sign before you slowly heard his baritone voice fill the air. “Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.” He sliced at the trees in his way, giving the guards a clear view of Merlin as he stood there singing. You laughed quietly as you recognized the song almost immediately after the first two words.
“Poppy, come in.” You heard the guard call into his walkie-talkie, Poppy responding quickly.
“Roger.”
“Life is old there.”
“Are you expecting another lawyer?” You heard the guard say as Merlin kept singing.
“Older than the trees.”
“There's a guy here singing.”
“Younger than the mountains.” You couldn’t help yourself as you sang the song quietly with Merlin. Eggsy gave you a sad smile before you cleared your throat.
“Sorry... I just- My dad used to sing it to me when I was a baby to put me to sleep.” Eggsy genuinely smiled as he imagined what you told him. You didn’t know why you said it. You just knew he needed some type of comfort. Eggsy looked back at Merlin and nodded quietly as he whispered, scared his voice would break.
“Merlin was right. Country music is the best.” You reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder. He exhaled heavily and watched as the guard walked closer to Merlin, holding his radio towards Merlin so Poppy could hear him singing.
“Blowin' like a breeze, Country roads, Take me home, To the place I belong.”
“Bring him to me.”
“West Virginia, Mountain momma, Take me home, Country Road.” As soon as the guard was less than a few feet away, Merlin removed his glasses, headbutting him so hard, he knocked out. The rest of the guards jumped, making their way over to Merlin as they kept their guns trained on him. Merlin swiftly placed his glasses back on.
“Poppy, we got a situation here.”
“Country roads, Take me home,” Merlin looked over at Harry, nodding at him before he turned towards you and Eggsy. He turned towards you and you blew a kiss. He smirked, turning back to face the guards that were so close to him as he sang. “To the place I belong, West Virginia, Mountain momma, Take me home, Country Roads.” You knew it was coming but when the explosion rang through the air, shaking the earth. You shook in your place. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling overwhelmed. You took a deep breath, calming down. When you opened your eyes, they were overtook with rage.
“Ooh. He stepped on a landmine. Can we get somebody out there to clean that up? Hello?” Poppy’s voice echoed out in the open from one of the abandoned radios. You watched as the same emotions washed over Eggsy. You clenched your jaw, rocking your head side to side, cracking it. Eggsy gripped the briefcase against him as the three of you slowly approached the large gate door.
The loud ringing of gunfire set the center on alarm as everyone geared up to face the intruders, you. You all stood at the ends of the gate, staying away from the view of the guards. The door started to close as Eggsy pulled out the baseball grenade. He tossed it towards Harry who hit it with the bat he had, sending the ball flying, landing on a roof of one of the buildings. Harry opened his umbrella moving into the compound first, deflecting all of the bullets. Eggsy followed behind with you behind him. You moved towards the back, wanting to catch some guards from their blind spots.
The donut on top of the donut shop exploded, rolling off in front of Eggsy and Harry. You used this to your advantage as you used your whip to pick off guard after guard, pulling them into the bushes and shooting them in the head, clean kills. You watched as Eggsy mowed down the guards with his briefcase as the donut rolled across the street. Although your personal preference was to execute the cleanest kills, you respected Eggsy’s. A scrawny man ran in with a bazooka and just as you were about to use your whip against him, Eggsy flipped his briefcase, sending a small missile at him, causing a huge explosion. You waited for the fumes to calm down before poking your head out from the bushes, flashing a small thumbs up to Eggsy. He noticed you, a large grin painting his features before reloading his case and flipping it over and nodding at you before gunning the men down again. You smirked walking out of your spot, with your guns held high. Several guards noticed you but you were quicker. You walked through getting head shot after head shot. You really didn't give any of them a chance. You always wanted to make your parents proud. Since you we're young, you had made sure before to train countless hours, day after day, getting the shot perfect. It took you years of practice to get your aim and skills to the level they were but you prided yourself on it. You weren't one of the best agents in the entire agency for no reason.
Eggsy quickly turned his briefcase into a shield, shooting each man with only a precision you knew. You smirked, using your whip on a few other guards, pulling them towards you to get clean shots. You felt adventurous, turning it on, the electricity burning through their necks, beheading them. You even threw a few guards towards Eggsy, watching him shoot them with perfect head shots. The whole scene was gnarly but you didn’t care anymore. Before you knew it, you had finished off your guards and you watched with awe as Eggsy flipped around a guard, shooting another, before using his legs to propel himself forward shooting the other one running towards him. You whistled in respect, noticing the robot approaching you with a grenade gun. You motioned for them to go after Poppy as you ran towards the robot with your whip. You swung it forward, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards you, before swiftly shooting a few grenades at the robot. The robot looked down at her feet where the grenades were but before she could react, she was blown to bits. You raised your hand, making a handgun with your fingers and blowing the tip of your finger as if it was the actual gun. You felt on top of the world. Of course, before you could continue being your bad ass self, one of the robot’s motors fell hard on your head, knocking you completely unconscious. Eggsy saw this but they couldn’t compromise the mission as he ran into the diner. He, however, ran a diagnostic on your body from afar and was satisfied with seeing you were okay.
What felt like years was only a few minutes. You woke up slowly with a loud pounding in your head. You groaned reaching up, feeling a large lump on top. Pulling your hand back, you noticed there was some blood but you couldn't focus on that. Eggsy was fighting, who you could only assume was Charlie at this point. He had hacked into his hand and now left him hanging on the tree. You tried to sit up but you felt the wind being knocked out of you. You fell back into your back, the sounds of growling and fighting become more distant by the second. You fell unconscious once more with a heavy exhale of breath.
Eggsy and Harry had killed everyone on location except Poppy. They cornered her into her diner. You laid on the floor with some blood falling from your head. From anyone else’s perspective, you looked dead. Whiskey had made it to the location, making his way towards the three of you. Walking in, he saw the mess of dead bodies. It didn’t matter to him, he was a man on a mission, intent of getting to you. Whiskey would’ve missed your body, hadn’t it been for his hat that he spotted on the floor. He furrowed his brows, slowly walking towards it when he saw your whip, laying on the floor next to it. He looked up and there you were. He fell to his knees next to you, quickly pulling you into his lap as he searched your body for any life-threatening injuries. He cupped your head gently but felt the blood drain from his face and his heart skip a beat when he pulled his hand back, seeing it coated in your blood. He checked you quickly for a pulse, finding one after a few minutes of struggle. Relief washed over him like a cold shower. He slowly looked up, clenching his jaw in anger. They were going to leave you there to die. “I’m going to make this right baby girl. I’m going to make this right.” He kissed your head gently before standing up and stalking towards the diner with a predatory glint in his eyes.
“Did I? You know, I really don't have as much experience with all this drug stuff as people think. Better be the right code.” Whiskey watched as Eggsy slid the case over to Harry to input the code. He took a deep breath, slowly unhooking his whip.
Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)
Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Female Reader), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara
Word Count: 3,356
Warnings: angst, a lot of it actually, canon typical violence, cursing, guns, uh
Author’s Note: This one’s going to be a hell of a ride babes. If you haven’t seen the movie, you will leave a little angry after this one. I’m sorry! We are getting close to the end of this series though! Buckle your seatbelts, its going to be INTENSE! Hope you guys like this chapter. Thank you for reading and as always, feedback is always welcome/needed. (Also I should warn, I know i’m posting pretty often but it’s because of the free time so if i disappear for a little, don’t freak, I’m just busy. Love y’all!)
Previously..
“And with all disrespect… I'm not going anywhere without him.” Eggsy sat down next to Harry as he motioned towards him. Both Champ and Whiskey looked at Eggsy with different thoughts running around their heads. One thing you respected was Eggsy’s undying loyalty. You knew this was a hard trait to come by and with the way he was protective of you already on missions, you trusted him. “Brains,” He motioned to Harry before motioning to himself. “Skills,” He looked at you and winked as he motioned towards you. “Bad-assery.” You snorted as his comment brought a smile to your lips, giving you a bit of relief from the entire situation. Eggsy looked at Whiskey and took a second to think of what he wanted to say. “Skipping rope?”
Whiskey clenched his jaw as he stared Eggsy down, before moving his gaze to Champ who went into a deep laugh. You couldn’t contain your smile and you covered your mouth with your hand, hoping Whiskey didn’t hear your muted giggles. Whiskey glared at you as he spoke, his deep baritone voice sending shivers your way. You knew you were going to pay for laughing. “It's a lasso.’
“Whatever. Come on.” Eggsy stood, looking to Harry to follow him as Whiskey watched them both as Champ continued to laugh before dismissing the both of you.
“Go on. Vamoose.”
“Yes, sir.”
Now..
The flight to Italy was long but you got there in time as the sun glazed over all the gorgeous mountains covered in snow. You watched in awe at the scenery. You had never seen snow to this extent and you found the view gorgeous. Whiskey watched you amused as you were excited over the mountains like a little kid.
“Agents, Antidote confirmed at the target's location. Good luck.” Ginger’s voice came into your comm and you said your quiet thanks. You walked next to the boys into the lift before Whiskey stopped to look at Harry.
“Hold up. We need you down here, Galahad. To secure the control room.” You watched as Harry stopped, looking at Whiskey with suspicion before Eggsy quickly chipped in.
“Probably a good idea, Harry. Call you from the top, yeah?” You waved at Harry softly as the doors closed on the three of you and slowly did its descent to the top where the antidote was.
“Within a few minutes, Harry’s voice filled the silence in the lift. “At the controls. In position.
“Keep this cable car here till we get back.”
“Roger that, Eggsy.” You finally arrived at the top but you couldn’t shake the bad feeling you had in your gut. You felt off and before you left to the warehouse where the antidote was and you pulled Whiskey aside.
“Baby, hold on.”
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Whiskey scanned your face in concern, trying to find what was bothering you.
“I just have a bad feeling about this. I feel like something’s going to happen.” Whiskey let out a breath as he pulled you into him, holding you tightly. He kissed your head gently as he tried to reassure you.
“Sweetheart, everything’s going to be okay. I promise. After all of this is done, I’m going to take you somewhere mighty nice. The best for my girl.” You felt some relief at his words as he held you. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you down to kiss him with all of your love. Whiskey responded immediately to the kiss, getting carried away in your taste. Eggsy cleared his throat as you reluctantly pulled away.
“Clara's definitely here. We're getting warmer.”
You nodded, following Eggsy’s lead throughout the facility. “The pink looks very nice on you.” You looked at Whiskey and noticed he was checking you out. Even in thick winter clothes, Whiskey craved you. You giggled, shaking your head as you motioned for Whiskey to pay attention. He chuckled as Eggsy’s tracker beeped louder, stopping in front of a random point in the wall.
“Looks like we've got a door.” Ginger and Merlin quickly got to work, the door opening after a few seconds.
Whiskey motioned towards Eggsy and then the door. ‘We'll cover.” Eggsy nodded as he walked in. You could hear his voice in the background as he talked to a guard. You looked around keeping watch when you felt an arm wrap around your small form and you smirked, looking at Whiskey.
“Baby, we’re on a mission.” Whiskey bent down and captured your lips with his and you whimpered. You melted under his touch but you pushed him away. You tried to glare at him but it was hard with his cheeky smile.
“Oh come on, doll. It’s been so long since I’ve touched you.” You giggled quietly as you kept space between the two of you.
“You are insatiable.”
“You motherfucker!”
“Bye, Charlie.” You heard Eggsy as he ran up the stairs towards the both of you. Looking in, you saw another man running after Eggsy and yelling out profanities.
“Sound the alarm! You fucking cockroach!” As soon as Eggsy ran out the room, you both followed suit, running towards the lift. Ginger closed the door on the man that was chasing you and you heard his pounding echoing throughout the corridor.
“Galahad, we're coming. All clear at the bottom? Galahad, come in!” Whiskey’s voice boomed as he tried to get in contact with Harry but he wasn’t responding.
The three of you made it inside of the lift but the doors were still open. “Harry, come on, we're in. Let's go.” You watched Eggsy frantically as he tried to talk to Harry. Whiskey held you close to him, the three of you sitting ducks in the motionless lift. “Butterfly? No, Harry. You've got to shut the doors, please. Come on. We've gotta go now. Please! Shut the fucking door, Harry!” You looked up at Whiskey with wide eyes. His jaw was clenched and his grip on you tightened. “Harry, are you there?” The doors started to close and the lift moved down, following its descent to the station at the bottom. “Well done, Harry. Good. Thanks, man.” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding as the lift moved. Whiskey looked you over, checking on you and you nodded your quiet reassurance that you were okay.
“You all good down there, Harry?”
“All clear.” Before you could all call the mission successful, the man from before appeared on a screen on the lift.
“Hello, Eggsy. Enjoy the ride, bruv." You felt the lift start to turn and you quickly moved to grab onto Whiskey since you couldn’t reach the handles at the top. The lift span faster and faster and you felt the wind knocked out of you as you were propelled against the glass wall. Whiskey tried to reach for you but he was stuck by force in his spot. You cried out in pain as the spinning became painful. You felt your consciousness slowly slipping from you. Before you knew it, you were overwhelmed and you succumbed to the darkness.
“Gin?! Shit!” Whiskey groaned as he was getting close to passing out. He managed to pull his whip out from his back, lighting it up. The electric whip burned through the glass, leaving a sizable hole. Everything that happened next was like a surge of adrenaline. Whiskey’s whip fell out of the hole, cutting the lines that were holding the lift up. As the lift fell through the air, the three of you floated about freely. Eggsy and Whiskey started screaming for their lives as you slowly started to come back to consciousness. Whiskey held you close to him, his screaming jolting you awake the rest of the way. You realized you were all falling through the air and you started screaming with the boys, fearing for your life.
The line still attached to the lift saved you from falling down the large cliff but the impact had you hitting the walls with a huge force. You cried out in pain, feeling your body becoming severely exhausted. The line swung the lift onto the mountain, knocking down the tower that was holding the wires up. “You've gotta be fucking kidding!” Your screams filled the air as you tried to catch your balance from all of the movement. You could barely stand and you stayed on the floor. The impact had both Eggsy and Whiskey flying to the other side of the lift. Whiskey fell against you and you groaned in pain. Whiskey wrapped his arms around you protectively before leaving you on the floor and standing back up with Eggsy. That’s when they noticed it. The large building they were barrelling straight towards. Eggsy looked around frantically before looking at Whiskey. He grabbed him and pushed him up against the hole he had made earlier, pulling his parachute. The parachute launched out of the hole, effectively slowing down what was left of your lift. Whiskey started to scream from the pressure of slowing the lift down and as the pressure got harder and harder, he groaned in pain, Eggsy soon joining him. The lift slowed down, stopping right at the walkway of the building. Both of the men were panting as you laid motionless on the floor. As soon as they knew they weren’t moving, Whiskey ran to you, checking your vitals as best as he could. He sighed in relief as he saw you were still breathing.
“Fuck baby girl. You’re okay. You’re okay.” You groaned at the movements and Whiskey pulled you into his arms, walking out of the lift as Eggsy spoke to Harry. The three of you made your way to the small, secluded cabin. Eggsy got to building the fire quick as Whiskey laid you near it so you could rest. He watched you sleep, afraid of what could’ve happened inside of the lift. Whiskey took a deep breath as he sat next to Eggsy who was analyzing the antidote he had in his hand.
“So weird to think this tiny thing could save the world.” Whiskey clenched his jaw, staring the vial down as it offended him. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt just because of your mission to get the antidote and it angered him.
Whiskey held his hand out towards Eggsy. “Let me have a look.” Before Eggsy could hand it to him, there was a knock at the door and Eggsy stood, opening it, revealing Harry at the door.
“Harry.”
“Am I late? You found the antidote.” Whiskey watched the two men and noticed the guards behind them.
“Get down!” The cabin was shot at as everyone took cover. Whiskey lunged towards Eggsy, protecting him from other shots. Eggsy dropped the antidote, the vial cracking and spreading the golden liquid across the floor. Whiskey’s eyes frantically looked over to you, hoping you’d be okay soon. Harry’s eyes followed Whiskeys and he saw you on the floor.
“You fucking dickhead!”
“Fuck you! I just saved your life!”
“Yeah, and cost millions of people theirs!” Whiskey growled out as he looked over the window, watching as the guards were reloading their guns, taking cover.
“All right, they're going for cover and reloading. I'll fix their wagons. Cover me, boys!” As Whiskey ran out of the small cabin, Eggsy moved towards the door, taking shots at the guards, taking a few down. All of the shooting stirred you awake and you whimpered as you came to. You listened to Harry and Eggsy, both unaware of your conscious state.
“Wait. Eggsy, I think he could be working for the other side.” Harry pushed Eggs back out of the way. You frowned as you listened to Harry’s confession, feeling a deep pit build in your stomach as you took in his words.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You're having a brain fart! Look! Does that look like he's working with them?” Both of them looked out the door as they watched Whiskey shoot a few guards, punching others with the butt of his guns. “Harry, are you seeing butterflies again?”
“I know what I'm seeing.”
“As do I.” You clicked the safety off of your gun as you pointed it at Harry. Your hands were shaking just a bit. You were pointing your gun at your, who you thought to be, friend’s head. Eggsy looked at you wide-eyed as he held his hands up in surrender.
“Gin, hold on. We can tal-”
“Whiskey ain’t on their side. He’s on ours. He wouldn’t betray me. He wouldn’t betray us or the agency.” Harry and Eggsy shared a look as neither raised their guns at you. You noticed this and you felt your hands shake harder. You didn't know why you wanted to be upset that they weren't trying to detain you but it made things harder for you. You felt your resolve crumble just a bit, wondering if you were imagining things because of your injuries.
“Gin, listen to me. We know Whiskey is good. Harry isn’t thinking straight.” You focused on Eggsy, keeping your gun trained on Harry. “Gin, focus on me, okay love? We’re not the enemies and we know that Agent Whiskey isn’t the enemy either, right Harry?” Eggsy turned to growl at Harry. Harry stared you down and he saw the conflict behind your stare. You really didn’t want to hurt him but the corner you were backed into was bad. Harry narrowed his eyes at you before nodding once. He knew of your kind nature and he knew you wouldn't hurt him unless you had to. He gave you a soft reassuring smile as he watched you.
You wanted to trust them but after what you heard, you knew you needed to keep a close eye on them. You slowly lowered your gun, but you didn’t put the safety back on, in case of whatever could happen. Eggsy, let out a breath of relief as you backed off. Soon, Whiskey came running back in, successfully getting all the guards. “Thank fucking Christ I didn't need any backup! I'm out of ammo! Troop carrier coming in. What've you go- Baby!” Whiskey noticed you and ran towards you, holding you tightly. You held him back, moving to kiss him, needing to taste him, to feel him. He cupped your cheek as he looked over your features. "I was so worried darlin."
"I'm okay." Before Whiskey could say more, Eggsy interrupted you.
"Fuck! Shit! There's a fuck ton of 'em!" You swallowed thickly as Whiskey reluctantly pulled away to go through Harry's bag.
"What is this? Looks like you packed for a fucking slumber party, not a mission!" Whiskey glared at Harry as your eyes jumped from Whiskey to Harry before looking out the window seeing the guards start to prepare outside of the house.
"And they've got fucking Gatling guns!"
"You have 10 seconds to surrender before we open fire!" Harry was watching Whiskey with suspicion as Whiskey yelled at him.
"Guys, hurry up!"
"Ten."
"Hey!" Whiskey yelled at Harry who wouldn't move his gaze off of him and your grip on your gun tightened.
"Nine."
"Butterfly guy!" Whiskey snapped his fingers at Harry, trying to get his attention.
"Eight."
"You don't look like Ginger fixed you right."
"Seven."
"I said I'm empty!"
"Six."
Whiskey stood up and walked towards Harry, reaching out for his gun. Harry pulled his gun up defensively and Whiskey flinched back as your eyes widened. "Give me yours."
"Five."
"Harry, give him the fucking gun!"
"Four."
Everything happened so fast. One second Whiskey had made his move to grab Harry's gun. The next, he was laying on the floor with a bullet through his head. Your screams and Eggsy's pierced the cabin walls and everyone's ears as you stared at Whiskey's limp body. You felt the tears drop down your cheek. You raised your gun against Harry to shoot him but before you could, the cabin was rained down by gunfire and you threw yourself on the floor for cover.
"Harry, get down! I mean, honestly, Harry, what the fuck is wrong with you?" You cried over Whiskey as you tried to reach for his hat but your hands were shaking violently. You pulled out Ginger's alpha gel, placing it delicately over Whiskey. You inserted the serums and watched as they went to work to save your lover.
"He broke the vial on purpose!"
"You're a fucking idiot! You're out of control, Harry!"
"If we made it out of here, he was gonna kill us both!"
"For fuck's sake, it looks like he wouldn't have fucking had to! But now, it'll be Agent Gin who will gun us down and piss on our graves!"
"Oh, ye of little faith." With all the commotion, gunfire, and yelling, Harry was able to find his cologne, turning the bottle on, and tossing it out of the window igniting a goo bomb that killed all the agents, freezing them in a blue casing. Eggsy peaked over the window before lowering his gun.
"This does not mean you're off the fucking hook!"
"We need to go dark. We don't know who else at Statesman could be working against us."
"Shit! This is all my fault. You weren't ready for the field and I pushed for it!"
"He showed his hand. You think he'd let us live? You should be thanking me for saving our arses!"
"Saving our arses? Try saying that to fucking Whiskey!" Eggsy looked over, seeing Whiskey's body alone. He looked back up and he saw you with your gun pressed against Harry's temple. Your face was covered in tears, your hands shaking a mile a minute.
"I trusted you Harry and you shot him in the fuckin head!" You cried out, your emotions taking over you. He took a deep breath, moving to reach out for you, to get you to lower your gun. You pushed the gun harder against him and he stopped moving. "How could you?" Your voice cracking made Harry question himself for a few seconds. He knew what Whiskey meant to you. He knew he had hurt you beyond relief but he trusted his instincts more than anything.
"Gin, I've always trusted my instincts. They've never let me astray. You need to believe me when I say he had other intentions. I know you care for him but trust me in this."
You whimpered silently, your sniffs filling the silence between your words. "You shot him in his goddamn fuckin head. How dare you ask me to trust ya?" The angrier you got, the thicker your southern accent became.
"Gin, understand that I'm doing what I believe is best. What's best is getting that antidote out to save everyone, including Tequila. You can either help us or shoot me now and risk the mission. Is that what you intend to do?" You clenched your jaw, willing your tears away as you looked at Whiskey. Eggsy was on edge but he could see how much you were hurting. Anyone with a brain could. You looked back to Harry, clenching your teeth so hard, you thought they would crack.
"You better fucking hope Ginger can fix him up or else I will blow your fucking head off." You reluctantly pulled your gun away from Harry, moving to get your lover's things, throwing Whiskey’s favorite hat on your head. Harry shared a quiet look with Eggsy while Eggsy glared at him. Eggsy exited the cabin, trying to connect to Merlin.
"Merlin, can you hear me?"
"Yes, Eggsy."
"Whiskey's down. He's been shot."
"What happened?"
Eggsy looked at you and knew there was no point in lying and he sighed, rubbing his head. "Harry shot him. Gin has applied the alpha gel. We'll bring him in. But first, I've gotta find a way to get back up to that lab and retrieve more antidote." Just as Eggsy finished his sentence, he watched as the facility went up in flames, exploding in the distance. He sighed in annoyance. "Merlin, change of plans. Wu Ting Feng, Singapore."
"Who?"
"Exactly. It's the only lead we've got."
“So I suggest you find out who he is. Come on.” Eggsy watched Harry walk off as he shook his head. He was upset at Harry’s actions, more so, at hurting you. He looked back over at the cabin and watched as you had moved Whiskey’s head onto your lap. You hoped Whiskey would be okay after everything. Eggsy slowly walked over and grabbed the rest of yours and Whiskey’s things. He heard you sniff and stopped. He wanted to comfort you but he didn’t know what to say. He leaned down next to you, putting a light hand on your shoulder. Your body shook as another wave of tears surged through you.
“Let me help you love.” You reluctantly agreed to Eggsy’s help. He grabbed Whiskey as best as he could, throwing him over his shoulder. You stood up, grabbing his whip, and in heavy silence, you followed him back to the jet. The ride back was tense. You had every right to go and put a bullet into Harry’s head but he was right. You had to work together to get the antidote before more people died. You wondered why Harry didn’t suspect you. You were with Whiskey, you were ever as much a suspect as he was. You didn’t want to think how it would be if you were the one shot and Whiskey found you instead.
Summary: You decide to prove Din wrong when he says you can't break him.
Characters: Din Djarin, Female Reader
Word Count: 1,552
Warnings: This is just pure filthy. Smut every where. A lot of teasing, fingering, thigh riding, squirting(lol), mentions of phallus, Dom! Din (that's a warning in on itself), handcuffs, idk, curse words, this is dirty all the way 18+ ONLY PLEASE! MINORS TURN AROUND.
Author's Note: Y'all can thank @laubeck10 and @ariespedro for this one. This is their fault. I wrote this at 2 in the morning. If it's not good, I apologize greatly. Tag lists and requests are open. Give me Pedro requests. I'm needy. Thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.
"You were serious, weren't you?" You giggled as Din's modulated voice filled the silent room as you whipped out the newly bought handcuffs, twirling them in your fingers. You slowly walked over to the bed where Din was sitting lazily against. Your lover didn't visit you often, being busy with work, but when he did, you took full advantage of him, spending every moment with him. You couldn't see his eyes, or his expression but the subtle tilt of his head told you he was intrigued.
"Of course I was. You know I don't make empty promises." Din stayed silent as he watched you slowly crawl your way up to him. You were both naked, product of the several rounds you had done beforehand. You settled on his lap with a small plop, wiggling the handcuffs once more, the rattling sounding louder as it echoed across your walls. His hands immediately found your hips, his fingers flexing before they started their torturous path across your skin, leaving goosebumps into their wake.
"You think you can break me?"
You licked your lips in quiet challenge as you reached for his right hand, cuffing it before moving it towards the end of the bed, cuffing it to the headboard. "I know I can." You did the same with the other arm as Din layed there, watching your every move. A silent chuckle passed through his modulator before he raised his head in challenge.
"I'd like to see you try cyar'ika." You narrowed your eyes at him. You were going to make him regret it. You slowly dragged your fingertips from his neck down to his lower abdomen. He tensed under your touch but quickly relaxed. You felt him shiver under your fingertips and you smirked, licking your lips once more. You slowly leaned in and kissed his shoulder, moving to do the same to the other side. Slowly you moved your way towards his neck as best as you could with the helmet in the way, and you sucked a mark onto his skin. He growled quietly. Being so close to his face, you could hear it clear and straight from his mouth and you wanted more. You moved to the other side of his neck and you got greedy, sucking a few marks on his skin. He groaned out from the sudden touch to his sensitive skin. "Hey." He warned out before you pulled back and looked at him innocently as you moved off of his lap.
"What?" Din didn't answer as he watched you intensely, his eyes never leaving your form. His cock was already hard and waiting for you. You bit your lip as you sat on your legs between his own, looking at his cock and then back to his helmet. You dragged your fingers across his bare thighs and let out a soft breath when they flexed on response. You leaned in and kissed the skin gently, teasing him.
"Cyar'ika." That was your second warning in the last few minutes and you couldn't help but feel pride in it. You hadn't done anything and he was already getting impatient. You pulled back and moved until you were sitting on your ass, moving to spread your legs open wide, giving him a full view of your pussy, soaking wet from all the thoughts of what you wanted to do to him. You laid your legs over his thighs. That's when you heard it. He was tugging on the handcuffs. The rattling of the metal against wood was loud and you tried to hide your smile but you couldn't and Din growled. "Don't be a tease."
"You're right." Before Din could say anything else, you placed two of your fingers into your mouth, sucking them and setting them, before dragging them down your body until you got to your cunt. You dragged your fingers down your folds, taking your arousal and spreading it around before settling on your clit, giving it a few rubs. You gasped from the sudden pleasure, letting a few moans slip from your lips. The handcuffs rattled once more. You moved quickly, dipping your fingers inside of yourself, pumping them in and out at a torturous pace. You closed your eyes and imagined Din's thick fingers being the ones touching you. Slowly, you pumped your fingers faster, the thick sound of your pussy filling the air. A long time ago, you were embarrassed of the notices your body made but Din loved them and made sure to make you know he loved them.
"Fuck." Din's cock was now at full attention, precum leaking from his tip. The handcuffs rattled harder against the headboard. "Rub your clit." You obeyed and brought your fingers up to your clit, rubbing circles on it as you moaned out, letting your head fall back in pleasure. You alternated between pumping your fingers inside of yourself and rubbing your clit. You were getting close, too close for your liking. You knew it had to do with the fact that you were teasing Din and also, the fact that he was watching your every movement like a hawk was pretty hot too. "Okay, you made your point. Take these off, now."
You felt proud at being able to break Din so quickly but you weren't done. You opened your eyes and looked at him before slowly moving back up, straddling one of his thighs. You rocked your hips, rubbing your pussy against his skin, your arousal coating him. Din whined out. You stopped for a second to look at him. He was panting hard, wanting to feel you. He needed to make you come undone on his fingers but he couldn't. He was tied up. "No."
"Y/n." You hummed as he said your name, resuming your slow pace of rocking your hips against him, your clit rubbing gently against him. You whimpered out, pushing hard into him with every rock of your hips. Your moans filled the air as you wrapped your arm around his neck, holding on as you humped his leg. You knew your arousal was dripping down his thigh, coating him in you. Din growled out as he moved his leg up quickly, making you bounce in the air before falling back onto his thigh. You whined out from the sudden increase of pleasure on your pussy. "Let me go." Rattle.
You ground into him harder, letting out a strained moan. The sounds you were making shot straight to Din's cock that was begging for attention. You refused to give in, getting closer to your climax. "Not yet." Rattle.
"Fucking take these off now Y/n." Din was getting angry and you could hear it in his voice. Every rattle of the handcuffs became louder and louder and soon the sound of the headboard creaking accompanied the rattling. You didn't think anything of it as you continued to use your lover for your own pleasure. You were so close to cumming and you wanted to torture him as best as you could.
"F-fuck baby, I'm gonna cum."
"Don't you da-"
"Fuck Din!" You said his name over and over like a prayer as your orgasm washed over you. You twitched violently over Din as wave and wave of pleasure courses through your body, leaving your skin warm and sticky. You looked down, realizing you had soaked Din with your cum. You tried to catch your breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel the tension burning off of his skin as he tugged roughly on the handcuffs. His low voice sent goosebumps into you.
"Cuffs. Off. Now." You immediately jumped off of him in search of the keys for the handcuffs. The problem was, you had no idea where they were. As you looked around your home, you heard the distant sound of the cuffs rattling against your headboard, no doubt Din's impatience getting to him. You looked everywhere but you couldn't find them. Then you felt your heart drop to your stomach. The loud sound of wood breaking could be heard in the distance and you froze in your spot. You swallowed thickly, looking at the direction of your room. You took tentative steps towards it, slowly walking in. The sight that welcomed you made your stomach twist into knots. Your bed was empty, the headboard broken into pieces, Din gone.
"D-din?" You looked around but there was no sight of Din. You were going to call out for him once more but in the flash of a second, you were pinned against the wall with a tight hand around your throat. You didn't know what frightened you more, the thought of not being able to see what Din was feeling or the thought of actually being able to see it. Your hand immediately moved up to grip Din's arm, watching him with wide eyes.
"You thought you could get away with teasing me like that?" He used his other hand to move against your skin before roughly cupping your pussy, pulling a strained gasp from your lips. "You thought you could do with this pussy as you will?"
"Din w-"
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"You seem to have forgotten that. Don't worry cyar'ika. I'll remind you so you never ever forget that."
Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)
Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Female Reader), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara
Word Count: 3,306
Warnings: angst, canon typical violence, fluff, cursing, really bad insults
Author’s Note: We are now halfway through this series ladies, gentlemen, and my nonbinary friends. Taglists will be updated soon so if you would like to be tagged for Forevers, Dean Winchester, Marvel, Henry Cavill, or Pedro Pascal, please let me know! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! As always, thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.
Previously..
You were exhausted after the many sessions you both had and you were asleep, tucked into Whiskey's side. His arm was wrapped protectively around you, holding you tightly against him. You didn't expect this side to him but you loved it. You slowly stirred in your quiet slumber, knowing you had to return to the agency to prepare for anything to appear for the mission. You felt a heavyweight against your hip and you smiled, remembering everything from the night before. You never expected things to go this way but you were happy. You turned in his hold for a little, and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, like all the worries that weighed heavy on his shoulders were gone. You loved seeing him like this and you silently vowed to yourself to try and help him feel like that more often. You leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before deciding to get up for the day. It was going to be a long day and you felt it in your bones.
Now..
Slowly pushing Whiskey's arm off of you, you stood, stretching and wincing. There was a dull ache between your legs and you willed it away. He had gone rough on you, taking you several times, barely any time to breath. He had missed you just as much as you missed him and he showed just how desperate he was for you. You didn't think a man of his age would have that much stamina. You knew there was a huge age gap between the two of you. Big enough to where you could pass as his daughter. But the two of you didn't care. You loved each other and that was enough. Walking over to the mirror to rub any makeup smears away, you stared at your body, seeing all of the bruises, hickeys, and bite marks Whiskey had left on your skin. Ginger was definitely going to give you shit for returning to the agency like this. It didn't help that the bastard left them on every surface that couldn't be covered by your outfit.
You changed quickly, slipping on your shorts and simple black tank top back on. You found your cowboy boots, sitting on the edge of the bed to put them on. As you pulled the first one onto your foot, you felt a thick arm wrap around your torso, your shoulder being kissed delicately. "Morning baby girl." You hummed as his deep voice was rougher from just waking up.
"Morning baby."
"What time is it?" You slipped on your other boot, standing up and turning to face your lover as he sat there sleepily.
"It's 9:30. We should catch up with Eggsy and head back before Champ has our heads." Whiskey nodded as he kissed the back of your head before getting up, walking around in his naked glory. You couldn't help but stare at him. Even though you spent the night making love to him, seeing him still brought a deep blush to your face. He noticed this and smirked, walking over to pull you into his arms as he kissed you roughly.
"Still can't get enough of you." You laughed and pushed him back, trying to put a stern face.
"Stop it. If you keep touching me, we'll never leave this tent." Whiskey chuckled as he shook his head, collecting his clothes that were tossed all around.
"Who said I wanted to leave when I can have you all to myself?" You bit your lip and you looked at him as he slipped his jeans on, not buttoning them yet, leaving them hanging low on his hips. He knew you were watching him and he thrived under your stare.
"Soon Jack. This mission will be over and we can have some time to… catch up." Whiskey raised an eyebrow and smirked as he finished getting dressed. You bent down, collecting the rest of your things as Whiskey moved quick, slapping your ass. You squeaked out at the sudden contact, glaring at him. Truth be told, you loved when he spanked you but if he kept teasing you, you really weren't going to leave anytime soon.
Whiskey behaved himself as you finished getting ready, and you met up with Eggsy at the jet. He gave you a curious look as he stared at your skin. Eggsy wasn't going to question how you got those, Whiskey's smug smile was enough of an indicator. Whiskey smiled cockily, the smug bastard knowing exactly what he did. He laid his claim on you. You flew back to Kentucky and met up with Ginger in her lab. She showed you how the tracker was online and updated you on Tequila's condition. "So, Gin are you going to tell me what happened at Glastonbury?"
You rubbed the back of your neck before clearing your throat. "I talked to Whiskey and he, uh, well, we caught up." Ginger looked at you concerned but she saw the way your eyes lit up when you talked about Whiskey. She had watched you suffer and she didn't want you to fall down the same hole you did. You placed your hand on her shoulder and you smiled genuinely. "He said he loved me Ginge... You and I both know he wouldn't ever say it unless he meant it."
Ginger smiled softly, placing her hand on top of yours in reassurance. "Just be careful Gin."
"I will." You placed a soft kiss on her cheek before walking off towards your sleeping quarters, knowing a restless Whiskey was waiting for you. A few days after arriving, news of the lepidopterist regaining his memory circled around the agency. Eggsy and Merlin were ecstatic, circling the poor man as he came to. You didn't blame them. They had lost everyone and the fact that they had their friend back was good news. You had bonded with the brit during his stay. He taught you many things about butterflies and sometimes when you needed a silent company, you would visit his room and sit with him as he studied his butterflies. Now that he regained his memories, the boys wanted to catch him up.
The five of you decided to go out for a drink, driving down to the closest bar near the agency. You all slid into one booth, Whiskey, you, and Harry on one side and Eggsy and Merlin on the other. Whiskey was taking a sip of his drink as he moved his hand on your thigh just as Eggsy finished catching Harry up. “Now that we've finished the debrief, Harry… Here's a couple of welcome back gifts. First up… a brand-new Kingsman watch. Advanced software, it can hack into anything with a microchip. It is bollocks.” Eggsy held up a fancy looking watch, handing it over to Harry as he looked at it a bit amused, slipping it on. And Merlin…”
“I made you these.” Merlin placed a glasses case on the table in front of Harry and smiled, as he watched him grab it. Harry opened the case and let out a soft ‘ha’ as he looked down at the glasses. He placed the case down, pulling off his eyepatch leaving the air thick. Eggsy swallowed thickly as he tried to meet Harry’s eyes but was having a hard time, sharing a look of concern with Merlin. You tried to act casual as you leaned further into Whiskey, seeking his warmth. He responded automatically, wrapping his arm around you and placing a kiss on your head.
Harry placed the glasses and looked around the table. “Thank you, Merlin, Eggsy. How do I look?”
“You look…” Eggsy held up the ‘OK’ sign with his fingers as Merlin was going to compliment him but your peace was interrupted.
“Like some faggot lookin' for an eye fuckin'. Now… why don't you get out of our bar...before I take out your other one?” Everyone looked up at Moonshine with disdain. You, however, looked up in confusion. You had never seen him behave so crass. Moonshine was a fellow agent who didn’t take well to outside visitors, especially other agents.
“Now, is that any way to welcome visitors from out of town, Moonshine?” You cleared your throat as his eyes landed on you, unashamedly checking you out. Everyone at the table noticed the way he was eyeing you, including an irritated Whiskey. He stiffened next to you and you laid your hand on his thigh, calming him a bit. Moonshine chuckled before focusing his attention back on Harry.
“Okay. Suck my southern dick...bitch.”
Harry looked completely taken back as he murmured back respectfully. “Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary. Good day, sir.” Harry grabbed his umbrella and slowly stood, walking past Moonshine towards the entrance of the bar.
“Well? What are you ladies waitin' for?” You glared Moonshine down as you were about to retort but Harry’s voice echoed throughout the room.
“Manners…” Harry started to handle every lock on the door with every word. “Maketh…” You raised an eyebrow in his direction, having a feeling of where this was going and you didn’t think it was a good idea. ”Man. Do you know what that means?” Most of the men at the bar had stood, standing defensively with Moonshine. Harry stared them down from a reflective frame on the wall. “Then let me teach you a lesson.” Everything happened so quick from Harry grabbing the glass cup with his umbrella to unsuccessfully throwing it at Moonshine. The cup flew past his head straight towards you. Whiskey was quick and caught the cup before it hit you. You looked at the cup, to Whiskey, and then to Eggsy and Merlin in concern. You looked back at Harry seeing him a bit disoriented. Whiskey gave Harry an irritated glance at the fact that he almost hurt you.
“Harry, sugar, maybe you shouldn’t-”
Harry ignored you as he was focused on the men. “Are we going to stand around here all day? Or are we going to-” Before Harry could finish talking, one of the men lunged for him, punching him in the face. Harry went flying into the bar, trying to catch his bearings. Whiskey rubbed his lip with his thumb and watched as the men started to fight with Harry. He was successful in landing a couple of blows into a few but he was easily getting overpowered and losing. One of the men used Harry’s umbrella against him, landing heavy blows to his face. Whiskey had slipped out of the booth, quick using his lasso to pull out Harry from the fight. Harry landed next to the booth as Whiskey started to round up his lasso.
“Well, pick him up.” He motioned to Eggsy and Merlin. They were quick to grab Harry and help him into another booth. You stood up, next to Whiskey as he spoke. “Now, that is not what I call a Kentucky welcome.” You giggled quietly as the men stared at the both of you in confusion. You tipped your hat back just a bit, watching their confused stares turn into smirks at the sight of you. It made your blood boil. “Manners maketh man, ain’t that right baby?”
“Sure is, sugar. Thing is, I don’t think these men are smart enough to understand. We should translate it for ‘em.”
“You read my mind darlin.” One of the men had deemed you an easier target and he ran after you, screaming as he had his fist out but Whiskey was quicker and he threw his lasso at him, roping him, throwing him against the bar. Another man with a knife ran after Whiskey. He opened the loop of his lasso, jumping through as he tightened it around the man’s wrist, hitting the knife out of his hand with his elbow. He landed a punch before throwing his lasso to grab the flying knife. He caught it effortlessly and you laughed, watching him.
“Show off.” Whiskey laughed as he whipped his rope in the air with the knife, throwing it towards his next victim, the knife embedded itself into the man’s shoulder. He pulled the man with great force towards the bar. The man hit it hard and his cries of pain mixed in with the others.
“Only for you baby girl.” You ran towards Moonshine, using your small form to your advantage as he tried to punch you but you avoided every throw like it was second nature. Of course, in your case, it was. You jumped on a nearby table, using it as a force to throw you in Moonshine’s direction as you swing your leg, landing a brutal kick in his face. You landed swiftly on the floor, preparing for the next guy. Whiskey dropped his lasso, pulling out his whip. He lashed it against the floor, filling the room with the loud sounds of it cracking. You stood back and watched as he hit every man with the whip, the men screaming in pain. You bit your lip as you watched him, hating to admit this was turning you on more than it should. Whiskey noticed this and smirked as he took a second to flick the whip in your direction, hitting you in the ass. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt you but it definitely got your attention.
“H-hey!” Whiskey laughed as he wrapped the whip around one of the men’s necks.
“This one’s for you pretty lady.” Whiskey used a lot of his strength to fling the man towards you. You smiled widely as the man went flying towards you. You jumped in time to punch him in his chest, making him fall and smash his head against the pool table. Soon, you both found your rhythm. If a man came for Whiskey’s back, you’d swiftly cut in and punch the guy hard in his neck, watching as he fell to the floor, clutching his neck in pain as he tried to catch his breath. Whiskey did the same, protecting you from any unwanted harm. You were both ruthless. You were considered one of the best teams across the agencies. When you two paired up, it was almost impossible to break through.
You knew you couldn’t kill any of the men or else Champ would have your head. So you stuck to your fists and Whiskey to his whip. One of the men threw a chair at you but Whiskey was quick and grabbed it with his whip, throwing it back at the man, sending him flying through the window.
“That was hot.” Whiskey erupted into a loud laugh, his shoulders shaking violently as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled you in for a rough kiss before pulling back and looking around the room, the bodies of the unconscious men surrounding you.
“Whoo, I feel like a tornado in a trailer park.” You were about to retort but Poppy’s broadcasted message interrupted you. You watched in horror realizing that the effects that Tequila was having were because of Poppy’s horrible drugs. Once the message was over, you all drove back to the agency as fast as you could, meeting Champ in the main room. You listened to the President as he spoke about how he wanted to handle the situation, leaving you in shock.
“Fox, shut up. McCoy, declare Marshall Law. We need to keep control, commandeer stadiums, schools, civic centers. Order a press blackout and put the military on standby to round these junkies up.”
“Whether they broke the law or not, those victims are human beings. Tequila,” You watched as Champ looked over his alcohol before picking one, grabbing a glass. “He's a great guy. And a great agent. Right now, he's lying in deep-freeze waitin' on our help.” You swallowed thickly, staring at the table. You didn’t know what you’d do if Tequila passed away. He was one of your best friends. Whiskey noticed your tense nature and he took a deep breath, trying to lighten the situation for your sake but he didn’t go about it too well.
“We can't make this personal, sir.
“Personal? Agent, we can't stand by and let folks like him die. These people, we're their only hope. Now, we have to find that antidote.” Whiskey sighed as he looked up, noticing Harry analyzing him. He didn’t pay much attention to him, soon moving his focus back to you as he held your hand in his. You took a deep breath, pulling Whiskey’s hand onto your lap. He rubbed his thumbs against your soft skin, sending goosebumps across the surface.
Champ took a sip of his drink before turning and spitting it into a nearby tin. “Poppy's stockpiles, well, they could be anywhere.” Whiskey gripped your thigh in comfort as you watched Champ sympathetically. You knew he was battling with his own addiction and this was his way of dealing.
“She must have some on hand. Locate Poppy and obtain a sample for analysis. Maybe it can be replicated.” Eggsy and Harry exchanged glances of confusion as they watched Champ but they chose not to comment. You took a deep breath as you kept quiet. It wasn’t like you but your head was swirling with thoughts of the disease and of Tequila.
Soon, your thoughts were interrupted by Ginger’s voice echoing through the room. “Sorry to cut in, guys. But Charlie is on the phone with his girlfriend. Looping you in now.” She appeared on the large screen in the room with Merlin by her side before she changed the screen to display the soundwaves of Clara talking to Charlie and her location on the map.
“Don't worry. I'm on a payphone covered in a fucking blue rash. Why didn't you tell me? All you said was, "Don't take any drugs." It was a music festival for fuck's sake.” You rolled your eyes as you listened. You already didn’t like her from your last mission and this was just solidifying that dislike.
“Fuck. Shit. Shit! Okay. Listen. You need to get to the lab in Italy. Do you remember where we went skiing?”
“Yes. Yes, I remember.”
“Yeah. Meet me there and I'll give you the antidote.”
Clara’s deep sigh filled the room before she mumbled an okay, hanging the call right after
“All right. Jet's ready. Whiskey, Gin, Galahad, get to Italy.” You nodded your understanding and as you looked up, you saw both Eggsy and Harry standing up, looking at each other awkwardly. Eggsy smirked and you knew he wanted to laugh. You watched them both curiously as Whiskey spoke up.
“You two need to fix this code name thing.” He leaned over to Champ as he motioned towards Harry. “And with all due respect, sir… I don't think Galahad senior is ready to return to fieldwork.”
Champ nodded his agreement as he pointed towards Eggsy. “I did actually mean…”
“Of course.” You gave Harry a sympathetic smile and he returned a small smile in return. Even though he recovered his memories, he still remembered your kindness and trustiness for him. He remembered the things you told him about your life, the quiet evenings you spent together, the way you talked about the “man” who hurt you. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was Whiskey you were talking about and he had his disagreements with you returning to his side but he chose not to say anything on it, respectfully leaving you to make your own decision.
“And with all disrespect… I'm not going anywhere without him.” Eggsy sat down next to Harry as he motioned towards him. Both Champ and Whiskey looked at Eggsy with different thoughts running around their heads. One thing you respected was Eggsy’s undying loyalty. You knew this was a hard trait to come by and with the way he was protective of you already on missions, you trusted him. “Brains,” He motioned to Harry before motioning to himself. “Skills,” He looked at you and winked as he motioned towards you. “Bad-assery.” You snorted as his comment brought a smile to your lips, giving you a bit of relief from the entire situation. Eggsy looked at Whiskey and took a second to think of what he wanted to say. “Skipping rope?”
Whiskey clenched his jaw as he stared Eggsy down, before moving his gaze to Champ who went into a deep laugh. You couldn’t contain your smile and you covered your mouth with your hand, hoping Whiskey didn’t hear your muted giggles. Whiskey glared at you as he spoke, his deep baritone voice sending shivers your way. You knew you were going to pay for laughing. “It's a lasso.’
“Whatever. Come on.” Eggsy stood, looking to Harry to follow him as Whiskey watched them both as Champ continued to laugh before dismissing the both of you.
** = NSFW (Kids, I better not see you click these)
Series:
Baby Girl (Masterlist)**Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)
Oneshots:
Drabbles:
Agent Whiskey being a sexy ass
Series:
Oneshots:
Why Did You Have to Love Me Back? Summary: Based on this by Pedro Pascal
Drabbles:
Imagine Javier falling in love with Pablo Escobar’s daughter!reader
Series:
Oneshots:
I’d Like to See You Try Summary: You decide to prove Din wrong when he says you can't break him.
Úlfur Minn (Masterlist) (Requested)** Summary: After Jaskier is finally able to convince Geralt to be his bodyguard for Pavetta’s betrothal dinner, shit goes down and Geralt has to make the decision of whether or not he should tell Y/n how he really feels.
Oneshots:
Big Guy (Requested) Summary: Geralt reconnects with his first love and thinks back on their relationship.
Daddy Summary: Geralt allows Y/n to call him a nickname she hears and soon faces the consequences for it.
Let Me Love You: Part One ~ Part Two (Requested) Summary: Y/n is tired of hurting and makes a big decision. When Geralt goes after her and finds her, he’s faced with a bigger situation than he anticipated.
You Lied To Me Summary: Geralt is hesitant to follow through with Y/n’s plan to save their daughters, and he is right to, since Y/n thinks serving herself up as bait is the right way to go.
Úlfur Minn Alternate Ending (Requested) Summary: This is an Alternate ending to Úlfur Minn. What if everything at Pavetta’s wedding dinner went wrong? (This can be a stand alone one shot, or considered part of the series)
Here With You (Requested) Summary: After the span of 3 years, Geralt and Healer!reader develop a friendship over his wounds. But can they really be friends if feelings are involved?
Drabbles:
What do you think Modernau!Geralt would listen to?
Do you think they teach Witchers how to dance at Kaer Morhen?
Who do you think is bigger - Geralt, Dean, or Bucky?
Too Much Tequila (Requested) Summary: Dean meets Y/n at a bar and they get drunk together.
I Should Get Jealous More (Requested) Summary: Y/n gets jealous of Dean’s conquest of the night.
I’m Gonna Enjoy Killing You (Challenge) Summary: Y/n is injured by a man and Dean gets revenge.
Pulling Out A Kink (Challenge) Summary: Y/n plucks Dean’s eyebrows.
The Funny Thing About Life Summary: Dean struggles with the aftermath of a difficult event in his life involving reader. (It’s super vague I know, but if I literally explain anything, it’s all spoilers. I swear it’s good)
Jolene Based on the song Jolene by Dolly Parton
Greatest Love Story (Requested) Based on the song Greatest Love Story by Lanco
Dance To This Based on the song Dance To This by Ariana Grande & Troye Sivan
Drabbles:
Imagine Dean with black blood and reader with white blood
Share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with - Sam, Dean, Cas
Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)
Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Y/n), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara
Word Count: 5,168
Warnings: angst, really bad insults, fluff, SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral(female receiving), cursing, that’s it, i think.
Author’s Note: This is what started everything. I wanted to write this scene in general ever since i watched the movie, and then it just progressed to me writing this series so enjoy! Shoutout to my lovely @giftofdreams for being an amazing beta! I do need a few betas for a few fics i have, if you’re open to help, send me a message please! As always, thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.
Previously...
Whiskey knew exactly what Champ meant and he sighed, nodding his head. "I'll try Champ."
"I'm serious Whiskey. That girl has been trying hard to recover. She may be young but she has a big heart." Whiskey nodded as he waved his goodbye, hanging up the call. He was relieved at finally having some time to talk to you, even if it wasn’t alone. Who knew this would be the start of a long, long roller coaster.
Now...
Soon as promised, he appeared in his jet, picking you and Eggsy up, flying you both to where his girlfriend was so you could get your passes to the festival. The whole plane ride you locked yourself into your room, ignoring Whiskey’s occasional knocks on your door. “Darling, talk to me.”
A few hours later, another knock filled the silence. “Sugar, please.” Of course, you ignored it. “You can’t be in there forever baby girl.”
You ignored every one of his advances and you tried even harder to ignore the pet names. Once upon a time, his words would melt you and make you feel like you were the only one in his eyes. Driving up to where Tilde was staying, you sat in the back, watching the scenery pass by as your hair flowing in the air. Whiskey’s eyes kept glancing back at you in the rearview mirror. He didn’t know how you could be more beautiful than you were but here you were, taking his breath away as you always did. Stopping in front of the house, Eggsy jumped out of the car and ran inside leaving you alone with Whiskey. He cleared his throat as he patted the passenger side chair. “Come up here with me darlin.”
You laughed humorlessly as you shook your head. “In your dreams sugar.” He knew you said that condescendingly and he huffed in annoyance.
“Sweetheart, you have to talk to me at some point. We’re on this mission together.”
“Then I’ll only talk to you about the mission.” Whiskey rolled his eyes as he half turned in his seat, watching you. You felt like his gaze could burn through you and you wiggled, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what, darlin?”
“Like you want me. We both know it ain’t true.” You mumbled quietly looking away from him. He felt his next words die in his throat as he tried to think of something nice to say. He really didn’t know the extent of the pain he caused you. Sure, you were in your early twenties and you were considered immature by most but you knew what you felt for the cowboy was real. Whiskey sighed and turned back around before honking a couple of times, alerting the butler nearby. You watched as he neared the car and Whiskey waved him away, mumbling his apologies. A few minutes later, Eggsy appeared with a few bands in his hand. “Got the passes from my contact. You're gonna love Glastonbury.”
“Well, that's the easy part, kid. Take a look in the glove box.” Eggsy popped the glove box open and looked inside, pulling out a tiny container. He opened it and you swore he wanted to laugh. He looked at what looked like a minuscule condom. You remember feeling the same when it was introduced to you. “Fucking hell, bruv. Thought everything was supposed to be bigger in America. Is this why you overcompensate with these massive cars?”
Whiskey chuckled, pushing his glasses back up his nose, as he leaned in, holding his finger up to Eggsy. Whiskey was about to explain its use but you decided to butt in. You leaned in between the two, giving your shoulder’s back to Whiskey as you looked up at Eggsy. “Goes on your finger. The surveillance tracker is in the tip. Apply light pressure for three seconds to release it.”
Your scent quickly invaded all of Whiskey’s senses and it took everything for him to not moan. You smelled sweet, just like he remembered. He was so tempted to reach out and touch your skin, seeing if the way he remembered it was the same or if it was better. “Nice, bruv.” You giggled at his slang and your laugh snapped Whiskey out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and you sat back as Whiskey drove off in the direction of the festival. You spent the car ride talking to Eggsy as much as you could, ignoring a simmering Whiskey. You made it a point to ignore him and it didn’t take long for Eggsy to catch on.
From the moment you arrived, you were overwhelmed with the people, smells, and the music. Considering you entered the agency at a very young age, you didn’t experience a lot of the “life things”. You didn’t have the typical years any teenager did. Both your parents were Statesmen and they raised you in hopes you would become one too.
Whiskey noticed your excitement as you slipped on your band and he couldn’t help but smile. You were adorable. You walked amongst the people in between Whiskey and Eggsy as he started talking. “Okay, so according to her Instagram feed… Charlie's ex-girlfriend is up ahead at the VIP bar. Which one of us is gonna plant the tracker?”
You came up to the V.I.P entrance where several tents surrounded a large bar. The security guard stopped the three of you, motioning to his wrist. “Bands, please. You’re good.” You passed him with ease as you continued your walk into the area.
“I say we both make an approach. Whoever gets on best, goes for it.” You visibly stiffened at this, not happy with what could happen. Both Whiskey and Eggsy noticed your immediate discomfort but neither said anything. You weren’t included because from research, you were able to conclude she was straight and you wouldn’t be able to woo her.
Eggsy cleared his throat before shaking his head slightly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out you and Whiskey had a past, especially after he noticed your behavior in the car. “Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her… shake her hand, pat her on the back, whatever, you know. Job well done.” You commended Eggsy for his kindness. You hadn’t known the brit for very long at all but you took a liking to him and he to you.
“The hand is not a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman?” Whiskey found it amusing that Eggsy hadn’t caught on to how the tracker was applied and he shook his head. You kept your head down, trying not to call attention to yourself. Whiskey noticed how guarded you had become and he wished he didn’t have to take a stab at sleeping with the target. He had just gotten the opportunity to be around you again and he knew this would make everything worse.
“What are you talking about?”
“Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS.” As Whiskey explained, he made a hand motion with two fingers and for a second, you forgot you were angry with him, remembering how undone you became on his fingers the first time you slept together. Your mouth watered and you felt your underwear dampen at the memories of what happened between the two of you. Eggsy was in a whole other world as he finally started to connect the dots. He held up one of his fingers in question.
“Mucus membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger… It's not just inside the nose, is it?” Whiskey spotted the target and he kept his eyes on her. You noticed and you quickly switched from aroused to feeling nauseous. You mumbled quietly about how you needed a drink, making your way to the other side of the bar. You had to keep your eyes on the target in case anything could happen.
“No, Eggsy, it ain't.” Whiskey watched you leave and he sighed, feeling tense about the whole situation.
“Fuck.”
“All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy.” Whiskey took a chug of his small flask before he was stopped by Eggsy’s hand on his shoulder.
“Are you sure about that bruv?” Eggsy nodded his head towards you. Whiskey glanced in your direction and sighed as he shook his head. He knew if he was the one who had to place the tracker, things would worsen with you.
“No, I’m not but I have to give it a try, no matter how bad it might go.” Whiskey took another sip as he winked at Eggsy. Eggsy just clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He caught on quick that he was going to make the target reject him on purpose for your sake.
“Good luck.”
Whiskey walked over to Clara with a cool swagger to him. You watched him as you downed another shot. “Miss, I beg your pardon. Now, I don't wanna pester you, but I just have to know, what time are you playing?” Because of the comms that you were wearing, you could hear everything and you couldn’t help but cringe at his words.
“Pretty little thing like you come here often?” You had had a hard mission that involved kids and Whiskey found you at a bar, drinking your pain away. You smiled tightly as you ordered another shot, signalling the bartender to prepare one for Whiskey.
“Only when I want to forget.” Whiskey chuckled quietly, drinking the shot quick, hissing from the burn.
“You and me both sweetheart. You and me both.” You looked over at him and it was at that moment that you knew. You were in love with him.
You knocked back another shot as you tried to shake the memories out of your head. You weren’t worried about getting drunk anytime soon. Working somewhere like Statesman, you built a huge tolerance for alcohol.
“I'm not in a band.” Clara grabbed her head in embarrassment. “Oh, God. Who did you think I was? Please don't say someone ghastly.” Her voice echoed through your comms and you downed two more shots.
“I’m sure she plays for Hozi-dead. I mean, geez, sweetpea, go outside.” You heard Eggsy snort and chuckle into the comms as he tried to catch his breath.
“Fucking hell Gin.” You held up a shot in his direction before downing it, letting out a quiet hiss from the burn.
Whiskey wanted to laugh and he had to hide it with a cough as he listened to your sweet voice. He loved it when you were jealous. That’s what he hoped you were. If you were jealous, then there was the sliver of a chance he could fix things. “God damn it, now I feel like a fool. I just assumed that a woman with your charisma…” You felt your insides turn and feel like lava as you took another shot. “Well, she just had to be somebody.” Even though you recovered, even though you swore to not fall for it again, even though you trained yourself to be better, within a few minutes of listening to Whiskey, you were falling back into the same hole that was loving him.
“Right. Thank you.” You downed your last two shots before talking into the comms.
“I think I’m going to go watch some shows, I’ll see you boys later at our tent.” Without waiting for a response, you disconnected your comm and tracker, leaving them on the bar counter, needing some alone time to think. Whiskey wanted to tell you to stay, to just give him a few minutes but he couldn’t, not with Clara staring so intensely at him. He looked away in the direction where you were and took a deep breath.
“No, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to make me feel like a dumbass. So I'll let you make it up to me by letting me buy you a drink.” Whiskey snapped his fingers at the bartender trying to get his attention. Clara watched unamused.
She raised her finger as she spoke. “Follow my finger.”
Clara swiped her fingers a few times to the left. Whiskey followed her finger every time before he chuckled and raised his eyebrow in confusion. “What are we doing?”
“Swiping to the left. What, you don't do Tinder in America?”
“Tinder what?”
Eggsy finally approached the pair as he nodded. “Do you know, I think it's probably a generational thing. It translates as "Go away, old man." Whiskey cleared his throat as he filled his mind with thoughts of you to keep his cool and not punch Eggsy.
“Be good, be cool. Bye.” Whiskey took another sip of his flask as he walked out of the V.I.P. area in search of you. He knew it was probably not going to work but he flipped out his phone, pulling up your name. He smiled fondly at the picture he had as your contact, He took it the night you slept together. You were asleep on his chest, resting your head on his heart with your hair flowing across your back. He had his arm wrapped around you possessively. The angle was perfect and he took a picture, a selfie of the both of you, in remembrance. He had taken many pictures of you that night but that was his favorite. He thought back to the countless times he would look back at your photos, staring at the ones he had of you sleeping, of you riding him, of you laying naked and stretched out on his bed. You drove him crazy.
He shot you a quick text, watching for a few minutes, waiting for the read sign to pop up. Fortunately, it did and so did the little bubble indicating you were responding. He felt his mouth go dry and he couldn’t remember a time he felt this nervous. A few minutes later and a message from you appeared on his phone but it wasn’t something he wanted to see.
8:01 PM - Whiskey - Sweetheart, where are you?
8:13 PM - Gin - Isn’t trying to apply the tracker more important than where I am?
8:14 PM - Whiskey - Baby girl, please. Eggsy is the one placing the tracker on Clara. I just want to talk.
Whiskey sighed angrily through his nose as he responded back immediately. You opened the message and you could feel the sincerity. The one thing that Whiskey has only ever reserved for you was babygirl. You used it all the time and so did a lot of the agents but Whiskey never did. He had only ever used it with you. It was too intimate for him. You bit your lip as you stared at your phone.
8:22 PM - Gin - I need some time J
8:23 PM - Whiskey - I’ll be waiting baby girl
Whiskey sighed as he read your text and decided to wait for you at your tent. He walked in, looking around before deciding to sit down on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his chin in between his hands. He didn’t blame you for the way you were acting. Hell, he was expecting worse but he wanted to show you he had changed. He wanted you to see he wanted you. He had asked for a transfer back to the Kentucky offices a few months ago but he was denied by Champ because of you. Requesting again, Champ said he needed your approval to make the transfer. Whiskey knew it was going to be hard but he wanted to fight for you.
Glancing at his watch after a few hours, Whiskey noticed it was going to be close to midnight. He was starting to get worried. He knew he couldn’t get a hold of you so he waited. A few minutes later, the tent door slowly opened and you stepped into the tent. Whiskey stopped his pacing, his head snapping up to meet your eyes. You stood there timidly as you tried to gather your thoughts. You had spent the last few hours trying to get Whiskey out of your head but you couldn’t. You thought you were ready to confront him but seeing him now, every logical argument you had was thrown out the window.
Whiskey felt his heart pump with adrenaline as he made his way over to you, hugging you tightly, holding you as hard as he could. You gave in and wrapped your arms around him as he kissed your head. “I’m so sorry baby girl. I’m so sorry. Fuck, I was so worried.” You took a shaky breath against his chest and you were overwhelmed with his scent. He smelled exactly like you remembered. Leather, Whiskey, and some cheap but surprisingly sweet-smelling cologne. He rested his face on the top of your head, inhaling you and surrounding himself with all that was you.
“Whiskey w-wait.” You were overwhelmed. You pushed Whiskey away as you took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around yourself, feeling vulnerable. “You can’t just say sorry and expect everything to be okay, not after everything you did.”
“I know, baby, I know. But you gotta let me try to fix things. You gotta let me show you.”
“I know enough to know that people don’t change.”
“Gin, I haven't touched a girl in months, since I went to New York.” You took a shaky breath at this and you felt your lip tremble. Whiskey had left for New York a year and a half ago and it shocked you. “You’re all I think about. Your smile, your scent, your laugh, your stupid jokes. The way you moan my name and call me those sweet, sweet things. The way your skin is so soft and the way you say you’re mine. I miss you.” Whiskey slowly started to walk towards you, cornering you between him and the wall. “Champ told me to not try anything but I just, you make me weak, baby.”
“Why wait until now?” Whiskey chuckled as he dragged a hand down his face in frustration.
“Baby girl, you wouldn’t answer my calls or texts and when I was in Kentucky, you wouldn’t let me near you. I tried.” You chewed your lip guiltily. He moved closer until he was inches away from you. He reached up gently, cupping your cheek with one hand, and he moved his other to hold onto your hip. He was holding on hard and you knew you would have bruises in the morning. He dragged his thumb against your lip so gently as if you’d break under his hold. Your eyes watered and you looked up at him with all the emotions you kept away. He reached up with his thumb to brush away your tears. You wanted to move. Every part of your body screamed for you to leave, to not give in but your heart was saying you needed to stay in his arms. You believed he had changed and you hoped with every fibre of your being you were right.
Whiskey tilted your head up to look at him as he leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. “Tell me to stop and I will baby girl. Because if you don’t, I won’t hold back. I can't. I crave you too much." He didn't kiss your lips but made his way down, kissing down your jaw. He moved towards your neck, acting quickly to mark you as his. Once he pulled away, there was a large purple hickey on your skin. He kissed down your shoulders, marking and biting you as much as he could. "I've missed your skin."
You whimpered under his touch as you closed your eyes tightly, letting his mouth overwhelm you. You moaned quietly. "J-jack." Whiskey groaned his approval before kissing his way back up to your lips. He kissed you roughly, tangling his hand into your hair, as he held you against him. He moved his hands down your body until they got to your ass. He squeezed hard, pulling you up by your thighs to wrap around his waist. You happily obliged, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bed.
"I fucking missed you, darling." He moved to lay you down on the bed, caressing you as he hovered over you, looking down at you, searching for anything to tell him you didn't want this, that you didn't want him. All he saw in your eyes was your love for him. He moved his hand to your shirt and pulled it off as he inhaled sharply. He would never get tired of seeing you. "You're so beautiful, baby." He slowly unhooked your bra, tossing it across the room before leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimpered under him, moving one of your hands into his hair as he sucked hard, biting your nipple and pulling back, letting it fall. He did the same with your other breast, teasing you. He kissed around your skin, leaving dark marks wherever he could. He pulled a couple of giggles from your lips as his mustache tickled your skin. He smiled against you.
You reached up to tug on his shirt. You needed to feel his skin against yours. Whiskey immediately obliged and took off his leather jacket, draping it on a chair nearby as he started to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing his dark, tanned skin that you loved so much. You sat up, peppering his skin with kisses before licking from his lower abdomen up to his chest, pulling a growl from him as he pinned you down by your wrists. He held them over your head with one hand as he used the other to cup your cheek gently, admiring all of your features. You blushed under his intense gaze, looking away from him. "Don't look away from me ever again, baby girl." You whimpered as you returned your gaze to him, seeing the lust building in his eyes.
Whiskey reached down to your small, booty shorts that you chose to wear for the festival, unbuttoning them. He was impatient and he moved his hand quickly inside them, rubbing you over your panties. You gasped and slowly rocked your hips against him as he growled lowly from his chest. "So fucking wet. Is all that for me baby girl?"
"Y-yes Jack… always thinking of you."
"Fuck baby." You closed your eyes tightly as you arched your back. He brushed his fingers over your clit and you were a mess. He watched you in complete amazement. This was better than he remembered. He let go of your hands, moving his way down your body before getting to your shorts, pulling them off roughly with your panties. He spread your legs wide, staring at your soaking wet cunt and he moaned. "You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, princess. Fucking beautiful." Whiskey dragged a finger from your clit to your hole and you moaned softly. It should've embarrassed you how open and bare you were for him but you craved the attention he was giving you.
Whiskey got impatient and leaned forward, attaching his lips to your clit before sucking roughly, groaning at your state. He was everywhere and you couldn't catch up. He was eating you out like a starved man. Soon, his tongue was joined by two of his fingers pumping into your pussy. He moaned as he sucked your arousal, pulling off with a loud slurp. That made you blush intensely. "Taste fucking better than I remember." Whiskey was very hard in his jeans and it was starting to hurt. He reached down, unbuckling his belt and his jeans, letting some relief get to him as he continued to suck your cunt like he wouldn't ever again. He didn't relent and you knew he wouldn't until you came. It really didn't take long as he inserted a third finger, pumping quick and rough into your pussy, your arousal coating your thighs. With one last suck on your clit, your body was surrounded with waves of pleasure. You cried out Whiskey's name as he didn't relent, sucking even harder, drinking all of your arousal up. You twitched from the over sensitivity, trying to pull Whiskey off of you.
"J-jack, hold o-on." Whiskey laughed as he relented and kissed his way back up to your lips.
"Sorry baby girl. You know I love your pussy. Always get lost in it." You kissed him affectionately as you pushed him to stand, crawling down the bed until you got the edge and you moved down to your knees. You finished unzipping his jeans, tugging them down, releasing his impressive length. "Baby, you don't hav- ah fuck!" You didn't let Whiskey finish as you took his length into your mouth, pushing to take him all the way. You were a bit more than half ways before his cock hit the back of your throat. You suppressed your gags as you pushed to take all of his length. His hand came down to your hair, holding you in place as you choked on his cock. Your eyes watered and you felt the tears fall down your cheek as you pulled back with a loud gasp. You panted as you took his cock in your hand, pumping his shaft as you caught your breath. Whiskey's head fell back from the pleasure, moaning out, feeling like he was getting too close for his liking. You were going to take him back into your mouth but he stopped you. "Baby girl, I'm way too close and I'd like to finish inside of you."
You whined as he lifted you back onto the bed, his body covering yours seconds later. He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He looked into your eyes wanting reassurance before slowly pushing into you, the room full of your pants and moans. He slipped all the way in, staying still so you could get used to him. He peppered your face with kisses, leaving you a giggling mess. "Jack, move p-please."
Whiskey complied and pulled back, leaving only the head of his cock inside of you before thrusting back roughly. Soon, he found a rhythm and he was pounding into you. He moved one of his hands down to your thigh, holding you possessively as he pulled your leg up to wrap around his hip. You let him take charge of your body, as he thrust over and over, filling you up like no one else could. "So tight princess. So." With every word he said, he thrusted harder and harder into you. "Fucking. Tight." You cried out in pleasure, raking your fingers down his back, long red strips coloring his skin. Whiskey let his face fall against your shoulder as he started to falter in his rhythm, getting close to his climax. He reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit, wanting you to cum first. "Come on baby, cum for me. I know you can."
Your body jerked at the sudden increase of pleasure and you moaned like a whore being fucked at church. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, feeling every breath he took, every moan that vibrated through his chest. You felt every word he spoke to you and you felt what you did to him. You felt safe in his arms. This was where you always had belonged, with Whiskey, in his embrace. Before you could even prepare, your orgasm hit you harder than you could've expected. Your body was on fire as every thrust heightened your pleasure, sending you to a new heaven. Whiskey moved both hands to either side of your face as he held himself above you, his muscles clenching. He knew he was about to cum and he needed his strength to not fall on you. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna c- Fuck, I love you, baby girl!" A few more thrusts inside your tight entrance and he was cumming, filling you with his thick seed.
You laid there, frozen and in shock but it had nothing to do with him releasing inside of you. It was the words he cried into your ear as he came. He panted heavily, trying to catch his breath as he hovered over you. You pulled him into you, loving the weight of him on top of you. You felt his rapid beating heart matching yours. You laid there in blissed silence. After you both had finally calmed down and Whiskey let his fingers roam all over your skin, you found the courage to speak, or in this case, whisper. "Did you mean it?"
"Mean what darling?"
"Do you love me?" Whiskey stiffened for a second before relaxing and turning to look at you. You looked so radiant under the candlelight of the tent and he wondered just how he could be so lucky. After losing his first love, he swore he wouldn't love another. He didn't deserve to. That's what he said to himself every day until he met you. You were his second chance at a good life. He dragged his finger gently across your forehead to your nose and then to your lips, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. He plopped himself up with his other arm and pulled you under him as he nudged his nose against your cheek, inhaling and humming quietly. Your scents were mixed perfectly and he loved how he could scent his cologne on your skin.
"Yes. I’ll love you until the cows come home. You're all I want, baby girl." You felt your heart soar and you pulled him down for a sweet kiss. You poured all of your love into it. You weren't prepared to say it back just yet but you knew he knew. Whiskey knew you loved him and you didn't need to say it. He slowly kissed down your jaw, covering every inch of your skin with a kiss. It didn't take long for him to harden and for round two to commence. All night, you made love in the tent until the morning.
You were exhausted after the many sessions you both had and you were asleep, tucked into Whiskey's side. His arm was wrapped protectively around you, holding you tightly against him. You didn't expect this side to him but you loved it. You slowly stirred in your quiet slumber, knowing you had to return to the agency to prepare for anything to appear for the mission. You felt a heavyweight against your hip and you smiled, remembering everything from the night before. You never expected things to go this way but you were happy. You turned in his hold for a little, and watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful, like all the worries that weighed heavy on his shoulders were gone. You loved seeing him like this and you silently vowed to yourself to try and help him feel like that more often. You leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before deciding to get up for the day. It was going to be a long day and you felt it in your bones.
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