#and the faces I made when drivers told me where they hid packages

[trollprincess]

My experience with shipping companies is like:

UPS: Look, your package is making stops across the country! It’s on a road trip! And now it’s in your neighborhood! It’s almost outside your front door! It’s putting on its shoes!

Amazon: Okay, so you know how I told you your package would arrive tomorrow? It’s coming today! Gimme a minute, though, as you can see by this map I’ve got to stop at your mom’s, the newspaper office, your high school best friend’s, and the car dealership.

USPS: So, uh, we don’t have a map you can follow, but we’re trying, man, we really are. We don’t have a CEO but the guy was have thinks he’s one, which is worse.

FedEx: I don’t know, it left California on Saturday and it’s somewhere between Pennsylvania and there. It’s on vacation, okay? You don’t NEED a new office chair immediately. Breathe a little bit, okay? Worse case scenario, you sit on the floor.

DHL: We’re not going to tell you where your package is, AND we’re going to hide it when we deliver it. You don’t have anywhere we can hide it? No, no. You don’t THINK you have anywhere we can hide it. Go look under that car parked a block down the street.

[nsk96]

Everyone is probably asleep and ain't gonna see this, so I'mma rant real quick.

I'm fed up with my dad's shit honestly. He hid my driver's license from me. My driver's license expired in February and because of school being hectic, I forgot to renew it. I renewed it on April 11, literally two weeks ago (and got charged extra for being late), and it was being sent to me through the mail. It said it would arrive in 7-10 days (but usually takes way less).

We keep all our mail in one basket, and my dad is usually the one who collects the mail from the mailbox when he gets home or stops by the house during his lunch time (which he tries to do without us knowing sometimes but that's a story for another time).

I've checked that basket every day since I ordered my license. I guess he didn't know that. My stupid self asked him if he saw any mail for me from the DMV, and he said no. I told him what happened with the expiration and he made a huge emphasis on how the police can impound my vehicle for driving with an expired license, and I'll be forced to call someone to get a ride to where I need to go.

My gut instinct told me that he would try to hide the mail from me, but I went against that instinct thinking that he would take this serious issue well...serious since he's the one that would face the financial ramifications? But then again, he has proven time and time again that he has no problem hurting himself if it meant making life hell for my mom and I. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to call the police on me, himself to report that I had an expired license on me.

He has hidden mail from me in the past. Some time ago, I was expecting a package from amazon: a One Punch Man manga volume I had gotten a good deal on. Well the package was delivered but I didn't know for sure yet but knew it had to have arrived because of the expected arrival date. I asked my dad if he saw my package and he said "what package?" He literally seemed like he did not know what I was talking about...until right after, I went to check the delivery status. Turned out it was delivered and the delivery person even uploaded a picture. I went back and told him it was delivered during the daytime the day before, while it was bright out. He asked "how do you know it was bright out?" I said, "because they uploaded a picture." Then and only then did he say, "well I picked up a package this morning from the front patio and put it into my truck" (it was the weekend. There was no reason for him to put it in his truck because he doesn't work on weekends). I didn't know it was yours." Whenever we receive a package, checking the name on it is always the first thing he does. He had the intention of hiding the package from me, probably to open it to see what I received.

Anyways, back to the driver's license. Today he called me out from my room and told me he found my driver's license. He asked "you didn't check the basket?". It was then confirmed that he did in fact hide it from me because I checked that basket everyday and literally checked it yesterday evening as well (Saturday). I sorted through that mail, one by one, each day. I looked over at the basket after I was handed my mail, and all the mail that was there, was the same mail I had looked through all week.

For two weeks, I was stressed out about not having my new license, when they said it would be here in 10 days for the latest (which we know it shouldn't actually be that long because I've received mail all the way from Tallahassee in less time than that with all the delays the post office was facing).

He just wanted to watch me squirm. I shouldn't be surprised by now but, it's sometimes hard to believe that a parent who you thought was your ally throughout your childhood, was just using you as a tool to hurt your mom, and now that you're no longer useful to him because you're now aware of his antics, he's doing to you what he does to your mother.

[moonofthenight]

Welcome to New York

@spookypotato and I (thank you again <3) wrote a fic for the server event that is going on at the moment and I wanted to share it here too, enjoy!

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O'Darwin and O'Knutzy belongs to @lumosinlove

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CW mentions of food and beverages 

It knocked on Leo’s door at 2pm sharp, which didn’t surprise him at all; Kasey was always so dead on time, it scared him sometimes. The two had planned this day for over two weeks now and since Finn and Logan had their date today, Leo used the free flat to invite the other goalie over. He closed the fridge before he made his way into the hallway to open the door.

“Hello Knutty, long time no see,” laughed Kasey as he pulled the blonde in for a short hug.

“Come in, come in. I got everything prepared in the kitchen.”

“I hope you can still live here after today.”

“Honestly Blizz? No one is as bad as Finn and Logan at cooking, believe me. What they are able to do to food shouldn’t be possible.”

“I don’t even want to know.”

To prevent that from happening, Leo chose a simple meal to start with. When Kasey asked him to teach him how to cook he was a bit surprised at first, but he actually enjoyed the idea of teaching someone. 

“Let’s start with chopping the vegetables, that should be easy, non?”, Leo suggested. It was better to know now, if this would be like the times he tried to teach Logan and Finn.

Surprisingly, the following minutes weren’t a complete disaster like he had expected, Kasey was actually quite decent at cooking and followed Leo’s instructions without trouble. It was fun to spend time together and their cheeks were still a bit red from all the laughter when they went over to the kitchen table.

Just as Leo was about to sit down his phone rang, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

It was a text from Finn.

Alex will be home over the weekend too, just wanted to let you know.

He was halfway through typing out an answer when he got an idea.

Don’t tell him Lo and I will be there

What? Why?

Let's bring Nat and Kase as a surprise. It won't be as obvious if he thinks we all can't come

I love you

Knew you'd like it, lyt

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They had lost Kasey and Natalie in the airport, when Finn decided to buy Leo and Logan each an 'I heart NY-boys' shirt. A quick call told them that the couple was already outside.

It was colder in New York, the sky was grey but Finn felt warm when he stepped out of the airport. New York was home to him, it would always somehow be, and bringing Leo and Logan with him, especially Leo, since he hadn't been able to bring him as often yet, felt amazing. A warm body snuggled under his arm and he smiled.

“It’s cold,” Logan pouted and hid his face in Finn’s chest.

“I thought you were used to it. I'm pretty sure you even quoted Elsa on that once, baby."

When Logan just continued to pout, he gently leaned down to kiss his messy airplane curls, "If you let me go you can have my jacket.”

Logan was quiet for a minute, “No, you’re warmer.”

Leo chuckled and grabbed their suitcases, “Kase and Nat are over there. I think they spotted the taxi, let’s go.”

Logan peeled himself off of Finn, still pouting a bit but the thought of a warm car seemed to do the deal. Finn and Leo followed quickly, helping Kasey to put all their bags into the back of the car before getting in themselves. Finn leaned forward to tell the driver their destination.

It was quiet for a while after that, everybody was quite exhausted from the flight, Logan was already dosing off on Leo’s shoulder; he carefully moved his fingers through the brown curls, a loving look in his eyes.

“Thank you,” said Nat suddenly, looking at Leo.

“What did I do?”

“For coming up with the idea,” Kasey added, “We haven’t seen Alex for three months now, so, thank you for thinking of us.”

Leo smiled at them, “It’s unfair that you can't see him regularly and I thought it might be a nice surprise for him.”

“I hope he will like it,” Nat said sleepily, resting her head on Kasey’s shoulder.

“I’m glad my brother found you two, I really am. I mean, the distance sucks but he’s so happy with you. He deserves that more than anything,” said Finn and bumped his shoulder lightly with Kasey’s, careful not to wake Nat.

“I’m sorry.” Kasey said and Finn wasn't sure if it was to himself or someone else.

“What?”

“Well, I knew I loved your brother since Tampa and I didn’t have the guts to do something about it. It probably would have saved us some time.”

“Nah, who knows if everything would have worked out like it did now. Sure, maybe you could have saved some time and pain but I’m just glad you found your way now.”

“Thank-” Kasey started but got interrupted by the driver, “We are here, sir.”

Finn reached for his wallet but Kasey was faster, “Take it as some kind of thank you.”

Finn smiled at him. “Will we do it as planned?”

"Yep, we will wait around the corner, you go in."

Natalie and Kasey walked as quietly as possible but the loud noise of the three other suitcases was enough to drown out the rest anyway. The moment Finn knocked on the door, it flew open, as if the older O'Hara had been behind it for some time. 

"Bubbles!"

"Alex!", Finn screamed with equal enthusiasm, laughing at the silly nickname. He threw his arms around his older brother and just held him tight. Finn missed him too, it's not easy if you grow up in a close relationship with your brother and suddenly you are miles and miles away.

Finn didn't want to let him go just yet and decided to continue their hug. It had been too long, really.

Alex just laughed and squeezed him tightly. "Come in, Mum and Dad already made tea and coffee and they bought your favourite- Leo? Logan? What are you doing here?"

At that Finn stepped back, looking at his brother sheepishly, but determined.

Alex's confused face made Logan chuckle, "Hello to you too, Red. How are you doing? I'm good, thank you. I missed you too." Alex rolled his eyes but gave them both a welcoming smile. "Finn can't go a day without us, so he asked us to come with us."

"I did not say that!"

"Mhh, whatever makes you sleep at night, sweetheart," Leo leaned down to kiss their pouting lover. Finn rolled his eyes at him. 

Alex still seemed to be trying to piece everything together, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Guess I just forgot," Finn shrugged and moved past his brother to greet his parents, pulling Leo with him. The taller boy had of course met the O'Hara's but he was still nervous. They had barely made it into the room before both got tackled by hugs.

"It's great to see you Haley," Leo said when he let go and received a loving pat on the cheek as a thank you. They switched places and her arms were replaced by a firm grip around Leo's shoulders.

"Where is my other boy?" Finn's mother asked, going up to her toes and looking around the room.

"Here," Logan said, who came into the living room right that instant, Alex close behind him. "There you are! Oh, come here I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Why do you get so excited to see Logan? You weren't that excited with me. Betrayed by my own mother, I can't believe it!" Alex complained, holding his hand over his heart. 

His mother snorted at Alex's dramatic reaction. "Stop whining and make yourself useful, get some tea for Leo. You still prefer tea, right?"

"Yeah I do, thank you," Leo said with a smile and then blew Alex a kiss, who just subtly flipped him off in return.

The six settled down shortly after and Leo sent out a quick text to Kasey; not a minute later the doorbell rang again.

"Alex, would you be so kind?"

Alex gave his mother a quick nod, before making his way over to the door. He was expecting the mailman but the people in front of him were most definitely not a package. Alex just froze in place and he was pretty sure his mouth fell open too. 

"Hi, baby," said Kasey with a soft exhale, his smile as bright as ever. 

"Wha- I- What?" Alex still hadn't moved.

"Surprise!" said Natalie who threw herself at Alex, jumping up to wrap her legs around the boy's hips. He caught her easily and after another minute of shock, tears formed in his eyes and he pulled the blonde impossibly closer to his body. Alex put a hand on her cheek, kissing her softly. He blinked rapidly and looked up when they parted and Natalie jumped down to the ground again.

"That bad to see us, eh?", said Kasey softly, who still stood in the doorway and watched the whole interaction with a warm, fuzzy feeling around his heart. 

"God, just- come here."

Alex didn't care about anything at all when he finally locked his lips with Kasey. His hands immediately went into the soft long hair of his boyfriend, craving as much closeness as possible. After another moment, Alex pressed their foreheads together, catching his breath. 

The rustling behind them, broke through their shared breaths, "We'll give you a moment to catch up," Haley told them, a knowing smile on her lips as she ushered the other men into another room.

Somehow his mother always knew what was going on. He turned back to his partners, still unable to grasp that they were actually here, in New York City, with him.

"Missed us?" Nat asked as she stepped up close to Alex again, slotting herself underneath the already held out arm of her oldest boyfriend.

Resting his head on hers, he gestured for Kasey to join their group hug. "More than I could ever put into words."

"Love you, Alex." Kasey breathed out as he felt his boyfriend's arm wrap around his waist, snuggling his face into Alex's neck and placing a few soft kisses there.

Another arm was placed around Kasey's waist as Natalie gathered her boyfriends closer to her, breathing in the familiar smell of Mango Shampoo and of the sanitizer Kasey always uses after flights. It mixed with Alex's aftershave, that she still couldn't assign anything else than home, love and safety. It was Alex.

"Love you." she murmured, not willing to move her head further away that was necessary to get the words out.

Alex smiled at them. Oh, how he had missed this. How he had missed them.

"Love you both."

[carnationcreation]

Hi! Can I please get an imagine where the reader is Bombay’s daughter and he’s never been around because of his job and that he left the readers mum years ago. But he comes back to coach her team, not knowing she plays and they argue, he pleads to get to know her etc.☺️😄basically the absentee!father x reader who wishes for a father but doesn’t know how to forgive him

TITLE: Forgiveness [Can you imagine?] (Bombay x daughter!reader)

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Prompt/summary:  Bombay tries to reconnect with the daughter he walked out on 8 years ago. 

Word Count: 2,519

Authors note: You said argue? Alright here’s some angst. It feels so good to be writing for The Mighty Ducks again, this is one of my favorite movies so I’m so happy I got a request for it!

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Every summer I used to get the same letter from my dad. It actually wasn’t even a letter. It was child support.

Every fall we used to stop by the diner in town to get milkshakes to celebrate the anniversary of him leaving us. It wasn’t that he was a terrible dad, she just knew she could do better for the both of us if he wasn’t around. After 8 years she still got the same order every time we went to the diner, and every year Mrs. Conway was still there taking our order.

Her son Charlie was always there too. Both of us played on the same hockey team and every winter we would drag our gear down to the pond to practice with our team.

That entire routine changed after one day.

“Goldburg you’re the goalie, the puck is supposed to hit you,” Charlie sighed as he skated towards us.

“Does that sound stupid to anyone else?” the goalie groaned.

I rolled my eyes at him before lining up another shot. 

After a few more shots Charlie tapped my shoulder, he looked in wonder as a car drove out onto the ice. We all wandered over and a man in a finely pressed suit stepped out. 

“Wait, that can’t be him-” I mumbled.

“We ain’t buying nothing man, I’m feeling generous today so I’ll let your sorry vanilla bootie outta here before we use your eyeballs as hockey pucks!” Jesse said.

“Thanks bro,” the man rolled his eyes before going to reach in to his jacket, “but I’m not going home ‘til I take care of business.”

The group slowly backed up. When the man pulled out a piece of paper and not a gun we all sighed in relief.

“District five pee-wee hockey team, I’m Gordon Bombay. Your new coach.”

The team laughed as I locked eyes with Charlie. He saw the absolute panic in my eyes. 

“Got the roster right here. Averman, Dave. Bombay, (Y/n). Conway, Charlie. ”

His face scrunched up as he got to mine. Confusion or being uncomfortable. Either way I couldn’t tell. Luckily no one seemed to notice the fact that I had the same last name as the coach.

“Here’s the long and the short of it. I hate hockey and I don’t like kids. I’m sure this will be a real bonding experience.  Maybe one day, one of you will even write a book about it in jail.”

Charlie nudged my shoulder, looking at me with a questioning look. I sighed, “He used to love hockey, but he really seems to hate kids. My mom said she heard that he got a DWI last week.”

Bombay ordered us to scrimmage. We all dove for the puck. Players tripped and fell over each other as we desperately tried to play. I finally got the puck and started to make a move towards the goal when Jesse (accidentally or not) hooked my ankle with his stick as he fell. Connie skated over quickly to help me up before taking off over to Bombay.

I rubbed my sore elbows as Charlie and I skated back over to the car that was still parked on the ice. Bombay brushed the team off by saying we need to scrimmage more and got back into the car.

“What a jerk,” Peter said. 

Eventually the team came to the amazing conclusion we should hijack the car. On Peters mark, we all jumped on the car, shook it, and climbed inside.

“We want a ride! We want a ride!” Connie began to chant as we all joined in.

“Take em for a spin, anything!” Bombay said, we all cheered as they started driving.

The fun didn’t last for long. Charlie’s mom soon appeared on the ice and made us all get out.

She furiously shouted, “Are you out of your mind? What were you thinking putting that car on the ice? My son was in that car!”

“Lady lady relax,” Bombay said, “The ice is not gonna crack.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she said. Charlie and I slowly got out of the car and skated to the side to take off our skates.

Bombay sighed, “Gordon Bombay, the new hockey coach.”

Oh lord he was in for it now.

“Oh you’re the dead beat that married (Y/m/n). They send you down here to coach the team and you endanger their lives. You endangered your daughter's life!”

I hid my face with my hand as Bombay looked back at me. Oh god he knows now. 

Charlie’s mom eventually pulled us away and drove us home. I knew I’d be hearing about this from my mom later.

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By order of the state of Minnesota Bombay was at the game the next day. I’d made it my mission to avoid my “dad”. Charlie did a good job of keeping him away, asking him questions or distracting him. I knew I’d have to talk to him eventually but until then I was content with pretending I wasn’t his daughter. 

The game was a joke. We didn’t score any goals. Didn’t get a chance to defend ourselves as the Hawks beat us into the ground. 9-0. I left the game with bruises on my face and arms. My helmet was barely covering my face and my hockey pads were my dad’s old ones from the 80’s. One of the few things I stole from his house when we left. Charlie was extremely frustrated at the missed shot he had towards the end of the second period.

As the team sat arguing I was putting my gear up. 

“I thought we came here to play hockey. Do you guys think losing is funny?” Bombay yelled.

“It’s not like you coach us or anything. At least we tried,” Jesse said.

Bombay’s face went red with rage, “That was the sloppiest playing I’ve ever seen. Why the hell won’t you just listen to me?!”

I stood up, shouldering my bag, “Why the hell should we?”

The team followed me out of the box. 

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The next game was a disaster. Bombay encouraged us to lie, cheat, and foul our way through the game. Bombay was furious when Charlie wouldn’t do his little act when he was cornered. The bruises on my face still hadn’t healed properly. 

The locker room was filled with groans as everyone agreed the game was pathetic.

“Charlie! When I tell you to do something, you do it! Got it?”

“You can’t make me cheat,” Charlie said walking out of the locker room.

Jessie and Terry’s dad stormed into the locker room, “LEt’s go boys. This is what I gave up my overtime pay for? To watch my kids take falls? You’re a pathetic excuse for a coach, and an even more pathetic father if you can let your daughter get beaten up like that.”

The team’s heads turned to me as he pointed in my direction. I let my head fall as I stormed out behind Jessie and Terry. 

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I really thought I could keep avoiding him. I didn’t think he would come and try to find me. 

The next day at practice was a shock for everyone. We all got new uniforms, gear, and sticks. Everyone was pumped up during practice and we even got two new players.

“What changed?” I asked Charlie.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. He came and apologized last night.”

My blood boiled. He can apologize to another kid but not his own daughter who he practically abandoned. I warmed up to him as practice went on but in the back of my mind there was still that thought lingering. 

“(Y/n), you’re riding home with me,” Bombay told me as I packed up my stuff.

I looked at him confused, “But-”

“Your mom said it was okay.”

I silently followed him out to the car, the driver had rolled up the middle window so we could have some privacy.

“So…” he said, I stayed quiet still looking out the window, “Your mom told me you never quit hockey. Even after I…”

“Left?”

He sighed, “Yeah I guess it was like that wasn’t it?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Look (Y/n), if I had known how much it had affected you I never would’ve stepped out that door. Your mom and I… we just weren’t good together.”

I scoffed, “No, your drinking side just didn’t line up with the fact mom wanted a decent husband.”

He went to speak again but quickly closed his mouth.

“I’ll just imagine me forgiving you. Maybe one day I can actually do it with meaning,” I sighed and went to pick my bag up as the driver pulled up to the curb. 

“(Y/n),” he said grabbing my arm, “I already talked to Charlie about this. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. I never should have asked you guys to cheat. And I definitely shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you guys. I’d do anything to try and get you to forgive me.”

“I’m just confused as to why your star player got an apology before your daughter did. I’ve been waiting for that for 8 years. If you truly wanted that from me you should’ve tried a long time ago.”

I slammed the car door as I got out. 

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The next few days I spent at Charlie’s house when my mom wasn’t home, hoping Bombay wouldn’t come track me down again. 

“(Y/n)?” Charlie said, “Someone left a package for you.”

I looked up from the comic books that were sprawled across Charlie’s bed in confusion as he sat the brown paper package down. My name was written across it in black sharpie.

Charlie shook his head, “Well, are you gonna open it?”

“I think I already know who it’s from.”

“(Y/n), he really wants to make it up to you. Just open it.”

I sighed and slowly ripped the paper, inside was a jersey. My favorite hockey team’s jersey.

“Woah,” I said.

Charlie scoffed, “Your dad sent you that? How’d he know your favorite team?”

“Cause it’s his favorite too. Charlie this is his vintage jersey.”

“Well,” he said, “Maybe you can start imagining that forgiveness part.”

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“The Ducks? We’re the ducks? What brain dead jerk came up with that name,” Peter scoffed. 

“As a matter of fact,” Bombay said pulling a jersey out of the box, “I did. But I didn’t have a choice, we’re being sponsored. You’d rather be district 5? Some stupid number?”

“They don’t even have teeth,” Peter said.

“Neither do hockey players,” he said, we all giggled, “Have you ever seen a flock of ducks flying in perfect formation? It’s beautiful. Pretty awesome how they all stick together. The other animals are afraid, cause they know if they mess with one duck then they’ll get the whole flock.”

Bombay walked around the locker room giving his little speech. He smiled when he got to me, his eyes flicking down to see I was wearing the old jersey he had left for me. 

He whipped off his coat to reveal his Ducks jersey underneath as we all laughed, “I’m proud to be a duck, and I’d be proud to fly with any one of you.”

Charlie and I smiled at each other.

“So how about it? Who’s a duck?”

Silence followed as everyone looked around the room to see who would go first.

“I’ll be a duck,” our new player Fulton Reed said.

I smiled and placed my hockey stick on the bench, “I’ll join the flock.”

“Yeah,” Charlie said following suit, “me too.”

Soon enough the whole team joined in. Grabbing jerseys and cheering.

“We are the ducks!” Bombay shouted, “The Mighty Ducks!”

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The next few games were amazing. Our winning streak started to pick up and soon enough we were getting ready to face off against Cardinals. 

Charlie and I were named the dynamic duo. Our ability to make plays and take shots off of each other improved everyday. But that put a target on our back. 

It was the third quarter, we had to make one shot to pull us out of a tie and win. The crowd was going crazy as Charlie and I sped up the ice. Our team following behind us for backup. 

It was a stupid idea. 

Charlie went to take a shot as I saw a goon defender moving in for the body check. So I threw myself in between Charlie and the goon. My head snapped back against the glass as I heard the buzzer go off signaling a goal.

The team cheered. Charlie frantically raced over to me.

“(Y/n)?”

I could barely hear him, the ringing in my ears was so loud, “Where’s my dad?”

Charlie looked confused before shouting over to Bombay.

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me?” he said.

“Dad?” I started to cry as the pain caught up to me.

“Get her helmet off Charlie,” he said, I felt Charlie gently take it off and the coolness of the ice against the back of my head, “(Y/n) the paramedics are gonna get you off the ice okay?”

I felt myself being picked up off the ice and lifted onto a stretcher, the crowd clapped as I was rolled off the ice.

The ride to the hospital was short, Charlie’s mom called my mom's work to tell her what happened and she rushed over as Casey rode to the hospital with me.

“Where’s my dad?”

“He had to finish up the game, he’s gonna meet us there afterwards.”

Everything happened really fast when we got there, I wasn’t allowed to sleep even though I was super tired. 

“Look who’s here” Casey said. I turned to see Bombay and Charlie walking in.

“Woah,” I yelped as Charlie ran over to give me a hug.

“Are you crazy? You won’t be able to play at the next game!” 

I laughed, “At least we get a next game. It was worth it.”

He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair. Bombay sat down in the chair beside the hospital bed. Casey and Charlie walked outside.

“Do you remember what happened after you took that hit?”

I paused trying to think back to earlier, “Um… not really.”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it in front of the team. You called me dad.”

I turned my head to look down at the sheets, “Oh…”

“I don’t have a problem with it,” he laughed, “But the team is definitely going to have questions for you tomorrow.”

I smiled. 

“Alright, grab your stuff. The doctor said you can go, you just can’t practice or play in a game for a week.”

My eyes widened, “A week?!”

“Yes,” he said, “And I better not hear any complaints. I’ll make you run extra. Your moms waiting on us.”

“Where?”

“At the diner, she said something about milkshakes.”

I smiled, “We always get milkshakes after games.”

“Well, it’s on me tonight.”

I jumped up and gave him a hug before running out to grab Charlie. I think I can imagine that forgiveness thing now.

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[admiralty-xfd]

#45 Hegal Place

There’s never a dull moment when Special Agent Fox Mulder is your neighbor.

written by @admiralty-xfd​ and @scullymakesmefeelautopsyturvy​

CHAPTER ONE- EINSTEIN

November 1993

Mulder watched Ellen Reardon tear the photograph with steady hands and coolly discard eight year old Cindy’s image into the fire. The glossy coating bubbled as the paper twisted and melted amidst the searing flames. To his left, he saw Scully take a deep breath, heard her swallow hard. Neither of them said anything beyond the necessary pleasantries, making their excuses as they awkwardly vacated the Reardon household for the final time.

Scully carefully navigated the steps down from the porch and cut across the lawn with a slow, defeated gait. Mulder headed to the driver side door without discussion.

He broke the silence as they headed towards the airport.

“She seemed awfully quick to dismiss the daughter she loved and raised for eight years, don’t you think?”

Scully dragged her eyes away from the hundred yard stare that had heretofore been aimed out of the passenger window, her elbow neatly tucked onto the door ledge. She turned her face towards him, thoughtfully slow, her pouted lips peeling away from the forefinger that had been pressed against them. She sighed and shrugged.

“Grief can manifest in a lot of different ways, Mulder. She’s still processing everything. She just found out her own child murdered her husband. We don’t know what she’s feeling.”

Mulder nodded regretfully. Scully returned her gaze to the passing view, crooking her finger beneath her nose now. The pout returned. Mulder knew this meant she was mulling something over.

“You ever think about having kids, Mulder?”

This was so unexpected he laughed. Not a loud laugh but an airy, shocked chuff. He did a double take to check whether or not she was serious. She turned to consider him again, her face calm, her eyes steady. She was serious. His cheeks rounded as he attempted to form a response.

“No, I can’t say I have ever thought about it, Scully. To be honest I don’t even know if I could keep a pet alive. I think it helps to pass that test first before you consider being responsible for other humans.”

They drove the rest of the way to the airport without speaking. It didn’t even occur to him to ask if she ever thought about the subject herself.

December, 1993

Mulder surreptitiously watched Scully slide the last of her papers into her briefcase and clip it shut. She lifted her winter coat over her shoulders, letting it hang open over her skirt suit as he busied himself peering at a set of negatives through a loupe.

“You going to be at home in a couple hours Mulder? I wanted to swing by. I, ah, I have a little something for you.”

He looked up from his light box with some surprise.

“A gift? For me?”

“Yeah,” Scully answered, letting out a shallow breath, her eyes darting off to the side, her chin tilting up. She fingered a coat button at her waist.

“A couple hours? Better give me three,” Mulder hedged, thinking of the places that might possibly be open past five p.m. on a Thursday night two days before Christmas, and where he could buy a suitable festive offering for Scully.

Some time later, he’d just finished hastily wrapping the best thing he’d been able to find at such short notice when he heard a soft knock at his apartment door. He tugged it open, still holding the scissors in one hand. Scully stood in the hallway with her arms behind her back and a slightly self-conscious look on her face.

“Come on in,” he motioned to her. “This is all very mysterious.”

Scully quirked a playful eyebrow at him as she stepped inside, crab-walking into the living room with her back turned away from him to keep the contents of her hands concealed.

“I didn’t wrap it,” she said, apologetically. She stood still, hesitating.

“That’s okay, Scully, I’ll let you make it up to me somehow.”

She stared at him for a few seconds then shook her head a little, seeming to remember why she had come. She pulled her right hand out from behind her hip and presented him with an empty glass bowl. He nodded in thanks, but couldn’t conceal the confusion that played across his brow.

“And, ah, this,” she added, producing a clear plastic bag filled with water, clutched in her left fist. In the center of the turgid offering floated a bright orange goldfish; its tail twitching from side to side, its mouth lazily bobbing open and shut. He took it and lifted it up to better catch the light.

“Carnival in town?” he joked, grinning. “How many targets did you have to shoot down to win this for me, Scully? Isn’t it cheating if you have a firearms certificate?”

She smiled back.

“It’s so you can practice keeping something alive. Pass your test before you consider any…. further responsibilities.”

Was she blushing, he wondered? He couldn’t properly tell because she hid her face from his peering gaze almost immediately, looking down as she reached into her overcoat pockets. She lifted out some fish flakes, a bag of brightly colored pebbles, and a slim paperback entitled Practical Fishkeeping: A Beginner’s Guide .

She rested the last of his gifts down on the coffee table and looked up at him with an awkward, tight little smirk. He stood there balancing the fish and the bowl, just holding her gaze and smiling. She blinked and looked down at the empty glass orb, suddenly reaching out to take it back.

“Let me fill this up for you,” she offered, swiftly walking off through the dining room and into the kitchen. He followed.

At the sink, she placed the bowl down and turned on the cold water. She motioned for him to come closer.

“The guy at the pet store said you’re supposed to half fill it with new water, and the other half with the water from the bag. But you should let this get to room temperature first, then float the baggie in it for a while before making the transfer.”

Scully shut off the faucet and lifted the bowl from the sink, the water gently swishing from side to side. She slid it towards the back of the kitchen counter, next to the knife block, and reached out to take the bag from Mulder’s grip, gently placing it where the bowl had just been sitting. She reached up to tear some paper towels off the roll that was suspended under the cupboards, wiping up a few drops that had escaped, then padded the damp sheets together and turned to toss them into the trash can.

Mulder watched this whole domestic performance with quiet awe. The way Scully moved about his kitchen with ease, confidently knowing where things belonged and happy to take charge of them, pleased him greatly. It made him feel more at home than he’d ever felt while alone in his own space.

He realized he was staring at her. Scully took a deep breath and looked away, her eyes skipping past him into the next room, drawn to the lumpy package sitting on the dining table. It was gift-wrapped in cheap, gaudy paper featuring snowmen dancing pas de deux with eerily satanic elves: the only roll they’d had left at the gas station where he’d stopped in desperation.

“Is that for me?” she queried, gently.

“Oh, yeah,” he confirmed, dashing over to pick it up. He held it out for her to take, and she thanked him as she did, tucking it under her arm.

“You’re not going to open it?” he asked.

“It’s not Christmas yet, Mulder,” she said, teasingly. “I’ll take it to my parents’ house and put it under the tree to open Christmas morning.”

“But I opened mine,” he countered. His mind flashed to the image of Scully unwrapping his gift in front of her parents and siblings before Christmas Day Mass. It was a wall mounted key rack topped by a cat figurine with beady little humanoid eyes banded across its face. He'd panic-bought it at the gas station car wash gift shop. Women liked cats, right? He cringed, second-guessing his hasty decision, but it was too late now.

“It’s a fish, Mulder. I couldn’t wrap a fish.”

“Okay,” he relented, regretfully. Scully’s family were going to think he was such an ass.

“Anyway, I should get going,” she said with a sigh. “My sister just told me my little brother announced he’s not coming home for the holidays. She’s working on him but I gotta call my mom and talk her off a ledge just in case.”

He nodded. Began walking her to the door. As he pulled it open for her he reached out two fingers and a thumb, gently tugging at the sleeve of her coat. She hadn’t even taken it off. She looked back at him.

“Thanks for the gift, Scully. It’ll be nice to have some company at home as well as in the office now.”

Scully smiled shyly, stepping into the hallway.

They both looked up at the sound of the elevator doors opening at the other end of the hallway. Three men stepped out and approached the apartment directly opposite Mulder’s.

Number forty-five. It had been unoccupied for weeks.

They made for an odd trio: Mulder’s balding African American building manager in a folksy blue checked shirt, starting up what sounded like sales patter as he fiddled with the lock; a tall, white, clean shaven formal type with a vaguely unnerved expression, a fussy silk tie and nary a hair out of place, and a cherubic Asian American man whose only facial definition was provided by a thin line of beard along his jawline, dressed down in a chunky woollen sweater and cargo pants. The latter two waited patiently as the key proved sticky and awkward to turn, the super rattling the handle with some frustration. They turned their faces in languid unison to return Mulder and Scully’s curious gazes.

The taller man nodded upwards briefly in greeting, his silvered coif catching the light from the overhead bulbs. First Mulder, then Scully, returned the gesture with polite smiles and nods of their own, and the shorter man grinned, the rounded apples of his cheeks shining as he tilted his head downwards, looking directly at Mulder for a few seconds through notably long eyelashes.

The super got the door open, disappearing inside as he announced that the unit was available immediately, but fussy tie and chunky sweater lingered for a moment in the hallway, their eyes roaming over the length of Scully. Or Mulder. Or perhaps both. After a few seconds, the taller man, the one with the greying hair, softly reached for the elbow of his companion, looping his arm around the crook of it and tugging him through the open door, leading the way.

Just before he vanished from sight, the younger man lifted his hand and fluttered his fingers in their direction, mouthing but not verbalizing a quick, flirtatious “’bye.”

Mulder and Scully looked at one another in amused bewilderment. Scully raised her eyebrows and tilted her chin.

“New neighbors, huh?” Her eyes sparkled momentarily.

Mulder nodded, commenting, “Guess so,” while emitting a breathy chuckle.

They moved on.

She shoved her hands deep into her pockets, her left elbow squeezing her present against her ribs. “Okay, well, you should avoid feeding the fish for the first twenty-four hours while it settles in. And keep the lights dim.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” he grinned.

Scully looked at him a bit playfully. “So… are you gonna give it a name?”

The thought hadn’t crossed his mind. He felt a bit put on the spot. “Well, I don’t know Scully,” he hedged. “I’ll have to give it some consideration. Naming is a very important part of the pet keeping process.”

Scully’s eyes danced with the matching grin she was only half suppressing. After a beat, she spoke. “You can do it, Mulder, I believe in you.”

He bowed his head in gratitude, his hand gliding down the edge of the door.

Scully allowed herself to give him a satisfied smile, then turned on one heel and swept down the hall. At the elevator, she pushed the button before turning back.

“Merry Christmas, Mulder,” she offered, with a shy smile.

“Merry Christmas, Scully,” he said in a low voice, leaning into the doorframe.

Well past midnight, Mulder reached the final page of the fishkeeping manual and closed the book. He reached over and placed it on the coffee table, turning onto his side ready for sleep. He lifted his head one last time, watching the little orange molly now happily exploring the confines of its bowl on top of the chest of drawers in the apartment entryway.

“Hey, Einstein,” he murmured into the gloom. “What do you say we get you a partner?”

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“Pirate’s Plunder”

Nevada indulges the reader and decides to surprise her with a little pirate fantasy. This could be read as a stand-alone piece but it’s actually a sequel to my Nevada piece-  “Fifties Fantasy.”  Sorry it took me over a year to finally get to it and forgive my crappy rhyming. 😳

NSFW—Like super NSFW—There’s rough sex, nipple clamps, orgasm denial, spanking, bondage, and a little name calling (kinda got carried away with our dirty trash can) ❤️

Also I think I use this gif in every Nevada fic I have because HELLO, have you seen it?! The sinister smolder 🤤

Nevada’s unexpected surprise had thrown you for a loop—records management, projection data, fiscal year reports—that’s what you should have been focusing on, but instead your eyes kept wandering over to the black velvet box and that cryptic message in a bottle. Grabbing the bottle in question, you popped off the cork and pulled out the note, re-reading it for what must’ve been the hundredth time that afternoon.

Wear this when I plunder your booty -Captain Nevada

A shiver shot down your spine. You crossed your legs, already feeling your core begin to pulse with need, knowing your boyfriend never half-assed anything. Go big or go home was his life motto. Whatever he had planned up his sleeve, you knew to expect the unexpected.

Just when you were seriously contemplating leaving the office early to go home, your co-worker, Emma, approached your desk. “Hey, Y/N. A bunch of us were going over to Keybar after work. Wanna come with?”

“Thanks, but I have plans tonight with my boyfriend,” you replied.

“Ah yes, the elusive boyfriend.” Emma gave you a knowing smile. “Would this have anything to do with that mysterious package you got today?”

You blushed and pushed up the bridge of your dark-rimmed glasses. “Maybe.”

“Well, have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She winked and walked away.

One agonizingly slow hour later, it was time to leave. You all but leapt from your chair, snatching up your coat and purse and sprinting to the elevator. “Have a good weekend!” you called out over your shoulder.

You exited the building only to discover yet another surprise, Nevada’s driver, Manny, waiting for you next to a black SUV Escalade. “Manny, what are you doing here?”

“Nevada called me. Said I should come pick you up.” He opened the door to the backseat and motioned for you to get inside.

A sigh blew past your lips. You may have been the girlfriend of Trujillo, but your independence was important to you and Nevada knew that. “Thanks, Manny. Pero I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. Home’s just a few blocks away. I can walk.”

Manny chuckled and shook his head. “Nevada thought you’d say that. He told me to give you this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope.

You knitted your brows in confusion and opened the envelope to find a note. The note looked similar to the one you had received that afternoon. The paper had burnt edges and looked to have been dyed with coffee or tea, giving it an aged weathered appearance. Upon reading the letter, that familiar tingle reappeared from earlier.

Ahoy there, Mami. A treasure hunt there be. A treasure to find that you’ll want to see. Stop being stubborn and get in the car with Manny. Otherwise, I’ll have to whip your hot fanny. He’ll take you to the next clue at the dock. And then you’ll be one step closer to my cock.

You shoved the letter back in the envelope and got in the backseat of the car, looking expectedly at Manny. “What are you waiting for? Vámonos ahora!”

“Por supuesto, we’re on our way.” Manny shut the door for you before getting in the driver’s seat, the tires screeching against the pavement as he pulled away.

*****

You stared out the window while Manny was driving, surprised that he was heading east towards Kip’s Bay. Nevada had several warehouses by the docks at North River Piers which was on the opposite side of Manhattan. You had assumed that’s where Manny was taking you. Instead he pulled into a place called The Water Club on the East River, an exclusive property where celebrities, politicians, and socialites would dock their yachts.

“We’re here,” Manny said, parking the car.

You looked around, completely stunned. “This is where I’m supposed to meet Nevada?”

“Not exactly.” Manny got out of the car and opened the back door for you. “That is where you’re supposed to meet Nevada.” He pointed to a large luxury yacht. The three storied, sleek yacht took up almost half the dock. The vessel was jet black with silver accents and decorative blue auxiliary lighting, giving it a glowing, sexy, and somewhat sinister appearance. If Nevada were to have a yacht, there was no question that this would be it. Several people dressed in evening gowns and tuxedos walked past and gaped, speculating as to who the owner was.

In awe of the behemoth of a ship, you practically stumbled out of the car and was greeted by an older man with a friendly face dressed in a white captain’s uniform. “Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Y-Y-Y-Yes,” you stammered.

He smiled and extended his hand. “I’m Captain Matthews. Mr. Ramirez is expecting you. Won’t you please follow me?” You shook his hand and followed him, ignoring the hushed comments and shocked faces of passersby.

“Have fun, Y/N,” Manny called out before getting back into the car and driving away.

You boarded the yacht and were greeted by another member of the staff. “Ms. Y/L/N, welcome aboard the Black Pearl.” You bit back a laugh. Of course the ship was called the Black Pearl. “I have a message for you from Mr. Ramirez,” she said and handed you a note rolled up and tied with a black ribbon.

Your hands were shaking as you undid the ribbon. Unscrolling the note, you saw it was another clue.

Welcome Aboard! Keep looking for clues, but don’t get stressed. You’ll find another when you get dressed.

“Perhaps, you’d like to freshen up,” the crew member said.

You looked up from the note, realizing you were still in your office attire. “Oh...ummm I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“Don’t worry. I think we have something in your size,” she reassured you with a wink. You smoothed down your modest pencil skirt and adjusted your glasses before following her down a long corridor.

Your pace slowed as you took in your surroundings—dark cherry wood with gold finishings, marble floors, luxe gold and blood red pillows adorning the furniture. Never in your life had you seen such opulence. The staff member stopped in her tracks and cleared her throat, waiting for you to catch up with her.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, quickening your steps.

She smiled and opened the door to a large dressing room with floor to ceiling mirrors and a vanity. You saw your suitcase along with your toiletry bag in the middle of the room. “I’ll let you change. I believe there’s an outfit for you in the closet.” She closed the doors behind her.

Once you were left alone, you went over to the closet and slid open the door to find a short, skimpy pirate costume dangling on a hanger. One thing that Nevada found beguiling about you were your fashion choices. During the day, you were demure, modest, almost prudish. Today for example, you had opted for a sweater set and pencil skirt with glasses and your hair swept up in a bun. But by night, you transformed into a sultry siren, choosing short, skin-tight dresses, high heels, and bold makeup.

When Nevada first met you at one of his clubs, you were wearing a short red mesh dress with panels to strategically cover your more private areas. “Have to leave a little to the imagination,” you said to Nevada with a flirty smile when he remarked on your dress. The next day he stopped by your office to invite you to lunch and nearly walked past you, doing a double take at your turtleneck and floor length skirt.  “I’m a woman with many facets. I can dress like a mousy librarian or be a wanton vixen if I want to be,” you explained. And just like that Nevada was hooked.

After changing, you looked yourself over in the mirror once more. Nevada had chosen an extremely short yet virginal white peasant dress with a sweetheart neckline, lace trim, and bustle. Complimenting the dress, was a black leather corset that pushed your breasts up practically to your chin, thigh-high black leather boots. You had also put on a tricorn pirate hat and the large diamond necklace that he had given you earlier. Swapping your glasses for contacts, you did a sexy smokey eye makeup and let your hair down in loose waves.

In the mirror’s reflection, you spied another rolled up note on the vanity. Unraveling the black ribbon, you unscrolled the paper and read the clue.

Fuck, you hot. Now hark me a fable. There once was a clue who hid by a table.

As if on cue, there was a sharp knock on the door. “Ms. Y/L/N. If you’re finished changing, I can take you over to the dining area,” said a voice from outside the dressing room.

Your pulse was racing as you followed the crew member to the dining room. Every step you took meant you were one step closer to Nevada. The crew member stopped at a doorway and motioned for you to step inside before abruptly leaving. You nervously entered the dark, empty room. One wall on the opposite side was made entirely of glass reflecting the city lights of the Manhattan skyline, casting shadows against your skin.

Nevada was nowhere in sight. That’s when your nostrils were filled with a familiar scent. That smoky, earthy, somewhat sweet scent of a cigar and suddenly you realized that you were not alone. You turned and saw a shadowy figure sitting in the far back corner of the room. There was a red glow from the burnt end of a cigar and smoke billowing around.

That shiver that had been following you all day, once again shot through your core. “Nevada?”

Nevada stood up and stepped out of the shadows, flicking on the lightswitch. “Ahoy there, Mami.”

Very few things in life rendered you speechless and Nevada’s appearance was definitely one of those things. He was dressed in brownish gray breeches, suede black leather boots with a large bell cuff, and a weathered white linen poet shirt, ripped open to reveal his chest, his gold cross glinting against a smattering of chest hair. Over top of the shirt was a faded aubergine waistcoat layered with a red sash and a leather belt around his waist. A wide red bandana was wrapped around his head along with a tricorn leather hat. He even had an earring and wore smudged black eyeliner.

A heat began to pool between your legs. “You look so—”

“Sexy, handsome, ridiculous,” he said with a smirk as he approached you.

“All of the above and then some, minus the ridiculous.” You shook your head in disbelief, Nevada made one hell of a pirate.

He held you at arm’s length, licking his lips as his eyes raked over your form. “Turn around for me. Slowly.”

You bit your lip and blushed, following his command. Nevada groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush to his body. “Mami, you make me wanna shiver my timbers.”

You snorted a laugh and rested your forehead against his chest, your whole body shaking as you tried to contain your giggles, even Nevada began to laugh. “Oye, don’t joke. I’m getting into character and shit.” He lightly fingered the diamond necklace clasped around your neck. “You look so—“

“Alluring, titillating, smoking hot.” You looked up at him and batted your lashes.

“All of the above”—he leaned down and ghosted his lips over yours— “and then some.”

You hopped on the table and spread your legs, revealing that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Want a little appetizer before dinner?”

Just then a bird squawked. Peering over Nevada’s shoulder, you saw a large gold cage with a bright green parrot inside. Squawk “Fuck her brains out!” Squawk “Fuck her brains out!”

You arched a brow. “Looks like the parrot gets it. What do you say, matey?” You sucked on your index finger and trailed it down your body, rubbing soft circles on your clit.

His eyes darkened. In an instant, he reached out and pulled your hand away from your center. Kneeling down, he spread your legs even further apart and kissed a path up your inner thigh. You threw your head back and sighed, “Oh, Nevada.”

He hummed in approval, sucking a mark on your tender flesh as his mouth moved closer to where you needed him the most before he stopped his ministrations.  

“Wha-,” you breathed. “No. Why did you stop?”

“Dinner first,” he said, standing up.

You gripped his shirt and tugged him closer to you. “Don’t you want me,” you whined, kissing and nibbling every inch of his exposed skin your lips could reach.

He gripped your chin and tilted your head up to meet his gaze.  “Careful, Mami. You’re playing a dangerous game,” he growled before kissing you hard on the mouth, his tongue tangling with yours, drinking you in. All too soon he stopped with a teasing grin on his face. “Besides, you’ll need your strength for what I have planned.” He moved away to pull a chair out, motioning for you to sit.

You pouted but obliged him. He sat down next to you as a waiter came in with a rolling cart, setting a plate down in front of you and then Nevada. “Grouper. Why am I not surprised,” you softly said, looking down at the delicate fish simmering in a bouillabaisse.

“Why not? We’re on the water. Seems appropriate.” Nevada shrugged and sipped his whiskey, watching the waiter pour you a glass of wine. More focused on your breasts than the wine glass, he nearly poured the wine into your lap. “Eyes back in your head, cabrón or I’ll scoop them out with a spoon and turn them into earrings for her,” he barked at the man.

You cringed. “Coño, Papi. Do you have to be so graphic?” Taking the wine bottle from the shaking waiter, you softly smiled at him. “I think I can pour my own glass. Thank you.”

Nevada rolled his eyes as the waiter scurried away and raised his glass to you. “Cheers, matey.”

You giggled and clinked your glass with his. “Cheers.”

It was one of the most romantic and interesting dinners you ever had—soft lighting, a breathtaking view, and a drop dead sexy pirate as your date. While the food was delicious, you were more interested in what Nevada had in store for you afterwards than the actual meal. How many times do you get the chance to fuck a pirate?

“What’s the hurry, baby? We’ve got all night,” he teased, amused by how you were scarfing down your food. But underneath his cool demeanor, he was just as excited to get you in the bedroom. His cock had been hard from the moment he saw you in that skimpy pirate wench outfit.

“I’m done,” you announced, pushing your plate away.

“Paciencia, Mami. What about dessert?”

“You could have me as dessert.” Sitting up from the table, you walked over to Nevada and straddled him, gasping when you felt how hard he was under his breeches. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s impatient,” you purred, grinding against his erection.

He groaned and rested his head back against the chair, giving into you for a moment before gripping your hips and halting your movements. “Not so fast. You still have one more clue.” Reaching into his waistcoat, he pulled out another rolled up slip of paper.

Still sitting in his lap, you hastily unscrolled the paper and read the clue:

Well done, Mami. You’re moving ahead. A secret is written where ye go to bed.

“By any chance do you know where the bedroom is?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a searing hot kiss on his lips, running your hands underneath his shirt.

“How about I personally escort you there,” he mumbled between kisses. “Hold on tight.” He gripped the backs of your thighs and stood up from the table with you in his arms. You squealed in surprise and wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing down the slope of his neck, sucking a mark into his skin as he carried you to the bedroom.

*****

Nevada braced you up against the door, his mouth latched onto yours as he turned the knob and walked inside. “Welcome to my Captain’s quarters,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. The bedroom—like the rest of the yacht —was massive and luxurious with a sitting area and a four poster king size bed. He sat you down on the bed’s red satin sheets next to a small treasure chest. “Go ahead and open it.”

Upon opening the chest, you pulled out nylon rope, diamond embellished nipple clamps, and a sleek black vibrator. You looked up at Nevada with lust-filled eyes, your arousal already peaked at the mere thought of what was to come.

He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t forget the note.”

Peering inside again, you noticed a slip of paper nestled in the chest’s velvet lining. You took it out and giggled when you saw what it read:

Aargh, so you found it. I’m piratey-proud. As a toast to your courage, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll scream out loud.

“Piratey-proud,” you teased. “En serio?”

Nevada rolled his eyes. “Oye, you think it’s easy coming up with all these clues. Coño only so many words rhyme with cock. And just remember one thing.” He got up from the chair and reached for your arm, pulling you off the bed, your body pressed against his. Brushing your hair back from your shoulder, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You may have been on a treasure hunt, but you’re my captive. ¿Me entiendes?”

A shaky breath blew past your lips as you nodded your head. His grip on your arm tightened. “I need you to use your words,” he growled, his nose skimming the delicate slope of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume.

“Y-Y-Y-Yes, Nevada,” you stammered.

“That’s Captain Nevada to you. And as captain, I think I need to plunder your booty.” He dropped a kiss on the sensitive spot below your ear. “Now strip for me.” Releasing you from his grasp, he sat back down and looked up at you expectantly. “¡Ahora!”

“As you wish, Captain Nevada.” You would have said ‘aye aye, sir,’ but you didn’t think you could manage saying that with a straight face.

You took off your hat then slowly undid the leather corset, letting it drop to the floor. Just as you were about to slide off the short peasant dress, Nevada stopped you. “Turn around.” You blushed and turned your backside to him, sliding the dress off your frame. Goosebumps erupted over your exposed skin. He hummed in approval as he drank you in from head to toe. “Leave the boots on.”

Feeling bold, you widened your stance and bent over, running your hands up the backs of your thighs, spreading yourself for Nevada. You looked back at him and winked. “Like what you see, Captain Nevada. You’re not gonna make me walk the plank now, are you?”

With a crook of his finger, he beckoned you over to him. Swaying your hips, you walked over to where he was sitting. He took your arm and positioned you over his lap with your ass raised in the air, his growing erection pressed against your lower stomach.

“Remember our safe word,” he said, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh.

“Yes. Flan.”

“Good girl.” Nevada smiled. Flan was one of the first dishes you cooked for him and his favorite dessert. Although now he would say you were his favorite dessert. When deciding on a safe word, you thought it was sentimental and also very tongue in cheek.

You pouted and looked over your shoulder, giving him big doe eyes. “How many?”

“How many do you want?”

“Ten,” you blurted out.

“Ok, ten it is. Brace yourself, Mami,” he warned. “Count them out for me and you better not miss or I’ll have to start all over again.”

The first smack delivered on your right cheek caused you to gasp in surprise. “One,” you squeaked out. He mirrored his actions, smacking your left cheek. “Two.” You waited in agony for the third smack. The fourth smack was quicker and the fifth was delivered over both cheeks. Over and over again, he continued to spank you, your body rocking forward with his movements. Each smack harder than the next. You whimpered as he spanked you in the same spot he had previously. “Eight.”  

By this point, you were soaking, embarrassed by how turned on you were. “Two more,” he said, smacking your ass so hard you nearly fell off his lap.

“Nine,” you moaned.

His hand trailed down to between your legs. “Such a little slut. Look how wet you are.” He delivered one final smack right on your clit.

“Ten!” you sobbed.

“Good girl,” Nevada praised you and massaged your now reddened globes, admiring his handiwork. His one hand moved to stroke your hair before tugging on the soft tendrils, lifting your head up. “Now get on the bed,” he coldly commanded.

You slowly stood up, your ass stinging and sore from the spanking you had just received and made your way over to the bed. As soon as you had laid down, Nevada stood up and grabbed the rope. Pulling a switchblade out of his pocket, he cut four strands of equal length. He then took hold of your wrist and bound it with the rope before tying it to the bedpost. You watched as he did this to your other wrist and then your ankles, until you were tethered to all four posts, spread eagle and exposed.

Slowly he circled the bed, a smug smirk firmly planted on his face. “X marks the spot.”

You mewled and tried to wiggle in your restraints, aching to be touched, to be fucked, for anything. Your entire body shivered in anticipation. “Captain Nevada, please,” you whined.

“Captain Nevada, please,” he mocked you in a high-pitched voice. Kneeling on the bed, he brought his face to yours, giving you a wild, hungry kiss—nibbling on your lips, sucking on your tongue then pulling away all too soon. His green eyes were practically black, consumed by lust. “You want my cock. You have to beg for it and anyways, I’m not ready to give it to you yet.” He stood up and took off his hat followed by his red bandanna. “First, we’re gonna have a little fun.”

You whimpered as he took the bandanna in his hands and placed it across your eyes, blindfolding you. Your breathing quickened as darkness enveloped you, all of your other senses becoming heightened.

Nevada straddled your stomach and lowered his mouth to your chest, sucking on your nipple, raking his teeth over the hardened bud. You threw your head back and wailed as he did this to both your breasts before taking one of the nipple clamps and clamping it on to your stiff peak, adjusting the clamp with a thumbscrew. You cried out, feeling the sensitive skin being tightened and pinched, walking that tightrope between pleasure and pain.

“That feel good, baby,” he purred, putting on the other nipple clamp.

“So good,” you managed to choke out.

You felt Nevada move as he reached over to the nightstand followed by a buzzing noise. With the vibrator in his hands, he pressed the tip against one of your clamped nipples causing you to nearly scream as he circled your areola. He then dragged the vibrator over to your other breast, repeating his actions. You were a panting mess, lost in the throes of ecstasy when he turned off the toy and moved between your legs.

Spreading your glistening lower lips, he traced your entrance with his finger. “You don’t come until I tell you to or you’ll be in even more trouble than you are now.”

You nodded your head vigorously. “I promise, Captain Nevada. I won’t come until you tell me I can.”

“That’s my good little pirate slut,” he replied and slowly plunged his finger into your sheath, massaging your inner walls. ���Fuck, you have the hottest pussy.” Pulling his finger out up to the first knuckle, he thrusted into you once more, slowly rubbing circles on your clit with his calloused thumb. He added another digit, making a v-shape with his fingers as he stretched you. A low primal moan escaped your lips. You tried to buck against him, but being tied up left you completely at his mercy.

A tension began to build in the pit of your stomach. “C-C-C-Captain,” you whimpered. “I’m close.”

He immediately stopped. “Good girl.”

“How many more times?” you breathed

Nevada cruelly laughed. “We’ll stop when I say we stop. Now, let’s try the vibrator, shall we?” With a single click, he turned the toy back on, dragging it up and down your labia before pressing it inside your core. You lost track of how many times Nevada edged you. He would fuck you with the vibrator until your legs would shake then stop and use his fingers, adding another digit every time he felt your walls flutter against him. Every now and then, he would pause and twist the thumbscrews of your nipple clamps, sending a jolt straight to your core.

He watched as you moaned and writhed in pleasure. When he first started to edge you, you would growl every time he stopped. As time passed, your growls became whimpers, pleading for him to let you come. At which he would only mock you and turn the toy onto the highest setting or swipe your clit faster.

Your inner thighs and the sheet beneath you were completely soaked. Your lower lips and clit were red and swollen, having been teetering on the edge for who knows how long. A sheen of sweat had broken out over your flushed skin. “Nevada, please,” you cried, completely forgoing the captain by this point.

“One more time, Mami.” He kissed your inner thigh. “Let’s try four fingers this time.” He filled your pussy with four of his long, thick fingers, thrusting them in and out. The sounds of your wetness and cries filled the room. With his other hand, he switched the vibrator back on and pressed it against your clit while crooking his fingers in a come-hither motion, massaging your g-spot.

“STOP! I’M GONNA COME!” you screamed.

Nevada immediately stopped and turned the toy off, moving out from between your legs to lay down next to you. “I’m gonna pull the blindfold off. Ok?” he said with a flicker of warmth to his tone, untying the bandanna from around your head.

You blinked a few times, your eyes readjusting to the light, your makeup completely smudged.

“Awww pobrecita,” Nevada cooed, running a single digit up your body, stopping to tighten the clamps one final time. You gasped, your whole body shuddering. “Que quieres, mi amor. Dime.”

A sob escaped your lips. “Please, Captain Nevada. I wanna come. Please fuck me and let me come on that big fat cock, Papi. Dame tu pinga. ¡Te necesito!”

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.” Nevada clucked and shook his head disapprovingly. “Such a slut for my cock, huh?”

“Yes! I’m your little cock slut. PLEEEEAASSE,” you begged as a single tear ran down your face.

Nevada caught the tear on his tongue as he kissed your cheek before making a show of licking all four of his fingers, dripping with your juices. “Mmm, every part of you tastes so sweet.” He sat up and unbuttoned his breeches, moving to straddle your chest as he freed his rock hard erection. “Go ahead, baby. Get it nice and wet.”

His cock brushed up against your face. A single drop of precum oozing from the slit. You lifted your head up and swirled your tongue around the tip, moaning as his musky, salty taste flooded your mouth. Nevada bucked his hips forward, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth. You eagerly bobbed your head, tracing every vein, flicking your tongue against the prominent  ‘v’ on the underside of his hot and heavy member.

He groaned loudly, almost coming at the sight of you tied up with his cock disappearing past your lips, mascara running down your face and drool dribbling down your chin as you swallowed him down again and again.

“You love sucking me off, don’t you?” he purred.

You whined in response and sucked him harder, gagging as his crown constricted around the back of your throat. He leaned forward and clutched the headboard, feeling his own orgasm quickly approaching. “Enough,” he said in a strained voice and pulled himself out of your mouth.

Grabbing the switchblade he used earlier, he cut the ropes around your ankles and positioned himself between your thighs, hoisting your legs over his shoulders. “You’ve done so well tonight that I’m gonna give you a reward,” he said, running his length against your slit, brushing up against your swollen, angry-red, throbbing clit. “You can come as soon as I start fucking this sweet pussy of yours”— he smacked the head of his cock against your knot of nerves, making you mewl in response— “And when you do come. You better come hard for me. I want everyone on this ship to know who makes you feel this good. Cream on this cock for me.”

“Yes, Captain Nevada. I’m gonna come so hard for you. I promise,” you cried.

With a devilish smirk, he guided himself into your entrance, penetrating your core. All the breath had been knocked out of your lungs as soon as he bottomed out. He pumped himself into your sheath. One. Two. Three times and you were undone.

Nevada always seemed to find a way to outdo himself with his bedroom tricks. You had come hard before, but nothing like this—your muscles seized; body contorted off the bed; tears streaming down your face as you screamed his name in ecstasy. Your orgasm was never-ending. You kept coming and coming. You didn’t just see fireworks, the whole damn world exploded before your eyes.

He continued to thrust into you harder and harder, prolonging your pleasure. Feeling your slick walls grip him was quickly sending him over the edge. “Oh God, Y/N! Fuck! I’m gonna come,” he groaned loudly, snapping his hips forward. The sound of wet skin slapping skin reverberated around the room. His stomach muscles clenched as he roared his release, his seed splashing against your cervix. He grunted and moaned like an animal, filling you with his cum, his movements stuttered before sinking into your sheath one final time.

With his cock stilled nestled deep inside you, he slowly removed the nipple clamps. The rush of blood coursing back to your over-sensitive buds caused another orgasm to ripple through you. Nevada shuddered and growled, your pussy milking him one final time.

Grabbing the knife once more, he cut the ropes at your wrists and slowly pulled out of you. You were about to sit up when he stopped you. “Wait,” he commanded, sitting back on his haunches with one hand on each of your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide. “I want one more from you. Rub your clit for me.”

Trailing your hand down to the apex of your thighs, you began to rub circles on your clit. Nevada’s eyes were transfixed. “That’s it. I want you to come with my cum inside you,” he purred. Your breath came in short pants as you furiously worked your fingers. A string of curses tumbled from your lips. You didn’t think you could come again, but your body betrayed you and soon you were swiping across your quivering pink pearl harder and faster.

Your eyes slipped closed as your moans became louder and more high-pitched. Nevada slapped the inside of your thigh. “Oye! Look at me! I wanna see that pretty little face come for me!”

You gasped, struggling to focus on Nevada as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. “Oh Nevada! I’m coming! I’m coming!” you sobbed, your fluttering muscles causing his cum to seep out of your wet, pulsing pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Drip for me,” he growled and adjusted himself, already feeling his cock stir back to life, watching you pleasure yourself for him.

You slowed your motions, coming down from your release. Your body melted into the mattress, so exhausted, you could barely move. Nevada hovered over you, kissing you deeply before helping you to sit up, untying your wrists and ankles.

“Do you need anything, mi amor?” he asked while unzipping your boots and gently massaging your calf muscles.

“Some water and your leather jacket,” you softly replied.

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead and went to a large armoire, pulling his jacket out and going over to the mini bar for a bottle of water. “Here you go, Mami.” He draped his leather jacket over your shoulders and handed you the water. “I’m gonna go run a bath, ok?”

You nodded and took a sip of your water. Sliding your arms through the sleeves, you wrapped yourself up in his leather jacket, snuggling against it. The jacket was comforting—soft and worn and smelled like Nevada, spicy yet sweet. After a rough sex session, he was always attentive to your needs, knowing that the emotions and physical exertion could be a lot to handle. You would often ask for a moment to yourself, just to process what had happened.

Once the bath was drawn, Nevada came back into the bedroom and carried you bridal-style into the bathroom. You slid the jacket off and stepped into the warm bubbly water, your muscles sighing in relief.

Stripping off his clothes, Nevada stepped into the tub with you. Without saying a word, you began to wash each other.  Both of you wiped the smeared makeup off each other’s faces. He gently massaged your scalp while shampooing your hair. You lathered his body, feeling his hard muscles relax beneath your palms. When you were finished, you laid in the tub together, your back flush against his chest, his arms wrapped around you with nothing but bubbles as a barrier between you; the steam still rising from the hot water.

You looked up and smiled at him. “Thank you for today. It was really wonderful.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, dropping a soft kiss on your shoulder. He held you close for a moment before speaking again. “You know, all this talk about going on a treasure hunt and shit. I just want you to know that you’re my treasure.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Wow, first the corny clues and now this.”

“Hey!” Nevada feigned offense and grabbed some bubbles with his hand, playfully dabbing you on the nose with the suds. “I’m trying to be romantic. I’m having a moment here.” Grabbing a washcloth, he wiped the bubbles off your face, his expression serious. “Pero, I mean it. Tu eres mi oro, mi corazón, mi tesoro, mi vida. Te amo, Mami.”

Your eyes became shiny with tears at Nevada’s declaration. “Te amo tambien, Papi.” He cupped your cheek, kissing you like he had never done before. The kiss was tender yet passionate all at once. You could feel the love he had for you with every fiber of your being. It made your heart soar. You pulled away a fraction and stared into his mesmerizing green eyes. “Nevada?”

“Si, mi amor.”

“Can we keep the parrot?”

He laughed and kissed over every inch of your face he could reach. “You can have whatever you want, baby.” He sighed in contentment and rested his forehead against your temple. “Whatever you want,” he softly repeated.

That was Nevada for you. He could be abrasive and harsh but there was another side to him. A side only you saw—gentle and loving. He was yours and you were his and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[rhetoricalrogue]

31 Days of Wayhaven, Day 30

Prompt: Night Rating: G Words: 1,804 Characters: Cameron Buchanan, Nicolo Morelli Summary: This is the fic, if it were a show, that would be titled The Boys Talk About Their Feelings.  AKA, Unit Delta (D for Demotion!) field missions are boring as hell. Note: The mention of a certain type of shapeshifting animal is a nod to the Wayhaven Writers Group and a certain Saturday book club reading.

For the @31daysofwayhaven event.

Stakeouts were usually the most boring thing Nicky could think of doing.  Nothing usually happened on them and he hated staying still in one place.  At least this time he was partnered up with his Commanding Agent so the company was good and he didn’t have to sit out in his car freezing his ass off alone.

“You think there’s going to be any movement?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.  Drinking wasn’t the wisest idea he had, seeing that he’ll have to go out and find a tree or nearby bush take a piss behind sometime within the next hour or so, but the coffee was hot and he needed something to keep him awake.  Napping while doing boring surveillance was a surefire way to make sure that something important did happen that he would unfortunately miss.

“Probably not.”  Cam relaxed in the driver’s seat and grabbed a snack sized bag of chips he’d packed.  Stakeouts always made him hungry and it was one of the few times that he liked to indulge in junk food and convenience store ready made meals, especially if Nicky was around.  It was funny, the man had serious Opinions, capital O and everything, when it came to restaurant food, but the two of them could tear up a 7-11 if left alone without adult supervision, namely Penny and Winona.  “Looks like this is another wasted evening.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”  Nicky raised the night vision goggles he had been messing with and pointed towards some people who were walking away from their car.  “I think that’s a drug deal.”

Cam, who had no need for night vision goggles, tracked Nicky’s finger and rolled his eyes.  “Nick, those are kids.  They look like they’re twelve.”

“Then they’re out past curfew.  We should sneak up and scare the hell out of them.”

Cam gave him a disbelieving look before opening his chip bag.  “I’m not going to scare a few kids just because they’re walking home in the dark.”

“Spoilsport.”

“You want to be the next cryptid creepypasta on Reddit or somewhere, be my guest.  This isn’t the sixteen hundreds where you just had to worry about being stabbed if these kids were carrying knives, Nicky.  Kids these days are probably carrying mace and knives and I for one do not wish to spend my evening cold and covered in pepper spray.”

Nicky caught Cam mumbling especially when I could be spending my evening someplace better under his breath.  “So, scaring a few juveniles is out of the picture and we both know that tonight’s another wild evening of sitting in the car watching these two were...were-” he turned to Cam.  “What sort of shapeshifters are they again?”

“Bears.  The husband and wife are on thin ice for apparently attacking a home intruder.  They shifted into bear form while attacking her because they were afraid for their children sleeping upstairs.”

Nicky ran a hand over his face.  “You’ve got to be kidding me.  We’re dealing with the case that some of the agents are dubbing the Goldilocks Affair?”

Cam sighed.  “Look, I didn’t name it.  I feel bad for them, they were just defending their home.”

“Yeah, but they could have beaned her upside the head with a bat, they didn’t have to practically claw her to death.  From what I heard, the Agency had to go in as a group of doctors to memory wipe her and make her believe that she was out jogging in the woods when she slipped and fell down a ravine.”

“How did they make her injuries look like she fell?  I saw the file report, there were definitely bite marks involved.”

“You got me, you know how I feel about the Agency when they start doing shady shit like this.”

Cam nodded, grabbing the binoculars on the dash and looking around the area.  He paused when he saw the husband stare out the window, his hand at the curtain.  “I can’t believe that these people think that we’re here as security, just in case the woman has friends who figure things out and want to retaliate.”  He gave a brief wave back when the man waved at them. 

Nicky dug in the plastic bag full of food and pulled out a waxed package.  Unwrapping it, he took a bite of the handheld fried pie inside, the chocolate filling seeping out from the edges.   “I guess it’s better than them being paranoid and knowing that we’re here to look into them to make sure they don’t start making a habit of eating people in the privacy of their own home.”  Nicky stretched his long legs in front of him and started tapping a wordless tune on the car’s console as he chewed.  “So, you and Penny, huh?”

Cam stiffened.  He was wondering how long it would take for Nicky to bring that up. It had been a few days since Cam had told Nicky of his and Penny’s relationship, and he was surprised that it took their friend this long to start to pry again. “Yes, me and Penny.  I thought we went over this already.”

Nicky grinned and playfully punched him in the arm.  “We went over the fact that you and her were an item, and the fact that you were going to be a prude and not tell me a single sex-related thing, but we never really went over how the two of you went from sighing and mooning over the other when you thought the other wasn’t looking to holding hands and leaving socks on doorknobs.”

He rolled his eyes.  “There’s not much to explain?  I asked her out to dinner and made it clear that I wasn’t asking her out as a friend.  She agreed and we spent the evening talking about how much we wanted our relationship to change.”

“That,” Nicky spat, flopping in his seat and leaning his head back dramatically against the headrest, “has got to be the most boring of how I met my girlfriend stories I’ve ever heard.  Where is the drama?  The emotion?  The sizzling lust that finally gets to ignite after years of longing?”

Cam laughed.  “Sorry to disappoint.”

“This is the worst.  Twenty years, I’ve waited for payoff to all the pining and this is what I get?  Disgusting.”

“Well, we can’t all be you, Nicky.  When are you going to tell me about you and your surprise wife?”  As if by magic, Nicky’s phone lit up with a text notification from Isabela.  

“Speak of the devil,” he murmured, swiping at his phone and giving the picture on his lock screen a fond smile before opening up their chat.  “I told her I’d be working tonight, but she was free to text.  Didn’t think that you would want to hear me whisper sweet nothings into my phone or else I would have said that it would have been okay for her to call me.”

“Thanks,” Cam deadpanned, finishing his chips and digging into the bag for the sandwich he’d bought.  “But Nicolo, are you actually okay with this?  I mean, the woman put a spell on you that won’t let you die, didn’t try to find you and made it impossible for you to find her when she was pregnant with your daughter, and from what you told us, stabbed you to death when you went to meet her.”

Nicky shrugged.  “We all have our flaws.”

“Nicky, she killed you.  You were dead on her kitchen floor.  If that’s not a red flag that this relationship is toxic, I don’t know what is.”

“And I’ve been dead in many other places over the course of my life, that isn’t new.”  Nicky had a faint smile on his face as he finished texting.  “This, Cameron.  This talking with a woman and slowly getting to know her instead of heavily flirting just to get into her bed for a brief fling?  This is new.”

“And what do you think about it?”

“I don’t know yet.  Part of me doesn’t want to put too much hope in this working out because I don’t want to be disappointed if the other shoe drops, but part of me does want this to work out.”  He lifted his phone as it vibrated with her reply.  “I’ve gotten to know my daughter, Cam.  Having a family wasn’t quite the first thing on my mind back when I was still alive.  I thought I had time to play around and be the romantic, but really I was just being a fool.  And I’ve continued to be the fool all these years because it was easier to fall back on that aspect of my life instead of growing up.”

Cam shook his head.  “Come on, Nicky, I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit.  You’ve been a fine asset to this unit and there’s no one else I’d trust to have my back than you.”

“Thanks, you don’t know how much that means to me.”  He looked at him.  “And you know that I trust you and our team with mine. You’re my brother, Cameron, even if I am older than you by a few centuries.”

“Family is important, and I hope that whatever happens with yours works out for you.”  He paused.  “But really, what do you think will happen between you and Isabela?  Will you ask her to come here?  Would you leave the Agency?”

“I don’t know.  You know how Facility life is, Cam.  She’s a witch who’s had her own space for centuries, she’d hate it here.”  Nicky laughed as he took another sip of his coffee.  “Then again, could you see me as a civilian?  I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, especially since I wouldn’t have the same salary to buy all the shiny new gadgets I can get my hands on here, not to mention having disposable income to get bespoke clothing whenever I feel like it.” 

“I’ve seen stranger things, though I’ve got to admit, seeing you in a day job?  That would be the weirdest sight of all.  What would you even do?”

“I could always be a food critic.”

Cam snorted, but hid the sound by opening up a can of soda.  “Well, whatever you decide to do, I’m sure that you would be brilliant at it.”  He eyed him.  “And don’t take this the wrong way, I’m not pushing you out of the unit either.  I would love to have you around forever.”

“An eternity watching werebear houses and making sure that little tea shops run by witches were up to code?”  Nicky drained his coffee cup and reached into the bag for an energy drink Winona would have had a conniption over if she’d been there to see him drink. .  “Count me in.”

[harringtonheartache]

Daybreak | Part Three

Part Four

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Lab Escapee! Reader?

Summary: Part three of this fic. Steve and 009 go to the store.

Word Count: 2,800+

Warning(s): Cussing

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my inability to chose a gif for the fic introduction in a reasonable amount of time. 

Mrs. Harrington was now the only being in the way of the two and their trip to the store. “I’ll go downstairs first and see where my mom is. When I wave you downstairs, we’ll make our exit.” Steve presented her with her second escape plan. She gave him an “okay”, assurance that she understood. He walked to his bedroom door, almost tiptoeing as if it were necessary. Opening the door, he looked into the hallway before swinging it open completely. A signal for her to follow, and she stepped outside of his bedroom for the first time that day. He had given her a pair of sneakers from his personal wardrobe, and because their large size was sure to cause her steps to be loud as her feet clunked around in them, she held the two shoes in her right hand; to be put on when they were safely outside. Still taking up the lead, Steve declined down the stairs as Nine waited at the top. She stood behind the wall, stealing peaks down below with her hands placed carefully on the wood of the staircase railing. 

“Mom?” Steve called out, and Nine watched as he did. “Yes?” the faceless voice stayed faceless. She was in her bedroom, a room that thankfully resided downstairs, away from Steve’s. “I am going to run to the store for some things for my project. I’ll be back in a bit,” he said to her. She granted her permission (as if he really needed it) without even leaving her room. A conversation between two, conducted without one instance of eye-contact. Turning away from where the sound of his mother’s voice had faded, he motioned to the girl waiting at the top of the stairs. She walked carefully, tip-toeing as Steve had done earlier, and met him in the living room. He thought of offering her a hand to lead her from his house, but decided against pushing his luck with physical touch. Getting thrown against the wall was forgivable, but only with no one else in the house to draw to the scene. Instead he lead her with his own actions, and they made a swift breakout through the front door.

Back in his car, the seats had dried since the previous night. She sat in the passenger's seat like she had before, and he let out a laugh as he took his spot in the driver’s. The sound caused a smile to spread to her own face. “Are you ready to see Hawkins?” he asked. Hawkins, Indiana. A place she had lived her whole life but never seen. A laugh, a grin, and a nod. His hand dug into the cup holder before he even went for the steering wheel. He offered her the sunglasses he had previously promised would be a part of her two-piece disguise. “Here,” he told her. Taking them from his hold, she opened the pair of glasses and placed them on her face. A pair of black sunglasses: another simple item with a grand task. The windows were rolled down a bit as he drove, and the wind that hit her face felt different than the wind she felt while she was running. This one came with a sense of calm, not one of increasing distress.

He turned on music as they drove through town, a funky song belonging to one of the bands she had read on his stack of tapes earlier now playing, audible but not too loud through the speakers. From the passenger’s seat, her eyes that hid behind black frames drifted to the driver. He seemed at ease (greatly different from this morning), one of his hands resting on the steering wheel and the other on his leg. They were not driving that fast, but his hair still wavered in the wind that entered the car through the half-way-down window. “So?” he asked her. He turned his head, his eyes leaving the road to steal a look at her for a moment. “What?” she responded. “What do you think of Hawkins? Is it everything you dreamed?” he spoke with a lighthearted tone. She paused before speaking, unsure of how to answer his question. “It’s nice,” she said. He chuckled a little at her response, looking at her with eyebrows raised. A pink blush spread over her face, slight embarrassment felt in her chest. “I don’t know, I don’t really have anything to compare it to,” she told him with a shy smile. “Well I’m glad you can appreciate its simplicity,” he said in response, the two grinning at one another. 

Steve pulled the car into the parking lot of a quiet storefront. He had chosen a small shopping location, as not to bring undesired attention or create an overwhelming environment for Nine. The car stopped and the windows rolled up. “Are you ready?” he said to her, looking over at her disguise as he removed the car keys from the ignition. “Yes,” she said, her tone confident. “Okay,” he smiled at her, “let’s go”. They exited his car and he locked it. Walking up to the store’s entrance, the doors opened automatically. This lightly startling the girl, but she tried not to let it show. A cheery bell rang, announcing their entrance, and she did not appreciate this feature either. She almost forgot about it once she was inside, however. The store’s body was filled with isles of colorful products, and the walls were lined with neon signs spelling out what was on display in a particular section. A few people walked the establishment - she counted five so far - but zero of them bothered themselves to look at her or Steve. At some point during her observation, she had removed the sunglasses he had given her so that she could see better. She couldn’t help it.

“You okay?” a voice broke her from her momentary trance. Her eyes redirected themselves to Steve. He worried that he had thrown her into something she wasn't ready for yet. “Yeah,” she said, a close-mouthed smile from her calming his concern. “Come on, let’s buy you whatever you want,” he said through his own grin. He took a shopping cart from the slightly disheveled corral, pushing it in front of himself while he lead her in an uncalculated direction. “I’m thinking we start with snacks,” he said.

“Snacks?”

“Yeah, if you’re going to be hanging out in my room all day I’d think you would want some other food to eat besides my peanut butter sandwiches. I mean, not to belittle my cooking,” he said, turning to her from his forward-facing stride down an isle. He had a charm about him, no matter how ridiculous whatever he spoke was. 

Finding the food rather easily despite his lack of experience in shopping, Steve began picking items off the shelf. Packages like Keebler Magic Middles and Mister Salty Pretzel Twists landing on top of one another at the bottom of the cart. Nine simply watched as he chose his own favorites for her, unfamiliar snacks he told her she had to try plucked from the shelves as he pushed the cart down the isle. He grabbed some water bottles too, the first true necessity chosen. 

Having exhausted the food selection, their eyes searched the hanging signs until Steve read the word Women’s written out in a cursive font. “Here, follow me,” he said, taking up the lead again. They entered the desired isle, finding products painted with colors of pink, the color her face had been earlier. They landed in front of a display of deodorants specifically marketed towards women. “Which scent?” he asked her. She shrugged her shoulders, eyes traveling along the line of products labeled with floral and fruity smells. Steve picked a random one from the shelf. He took the lid from the top and inhaled. He then held it out for Nine to smell, giving her a questioning look. She inhaled too, following his actions. A look of displeasure displayed across her face and she shook her head. He smiled down at her, amused with her reaction. He put it back and took another, this one with an array of fruits pictured on the sticker. They both smelled it, gagging slightly when they took too sharp of an inhale. This evolved into laughter. It went on for a number of scents, and they laughed at one another’s expressive faces as they took turns offering the other a new stick. Perhaps laughing too loudly for a general store, but enjoying themselves thoroughly. 

She would raise her eyebrows as she held out the fifth deodorant chosen from the shelf, and he would do the same before his exaggerated reaction would send her into a fit of giggles and he would join her. After going through almost all of the options, they settled on one that Steve had in hand. He turned to toss it with the rest of their groceries. “Back the cart up a little,” he told Nine before he did. She complied, giving him a puzzled look as she took the handle and pulled it backwards. His hands shot up above his head, and he threw the small stick of deodorant as one would a basketball. It landed perfectly in the cart. “One point!” he sang. She laughed, the look of bewilderment still strong on her face but not in an unhappy manner. “Here, you try,” he said, picking up a toothbrush and tossing it gently to her from his side of the isle. She caught it, smiling as she pushed the cart closer towards him with her foot and took a few steps back. She raised her hands, carefully letting go of the item and watching it land in the cart with a mild rattle. She chuckled as he cheered. “Whoo! One to one!” he exclaimed.

This game continued too. It turned into a competition, and soon they were throwing items they didn’t even need into the cart just to one-up the other. They both had missed once by now. “Okay, next point wins!” said Steve, grabbing a bar of soap and backing up a few more paces. “And you have to make it from outside the isle!” he declared. She grabbed a miscellaneous item similar in shape and backed up opposite of him. They now stood on either end of the isle, facing the cart in the middle. “One,” they readied their hands. “Two,” they looked up, smiling, to meet the other’s eye. “Three!” The items flew through the air, one landing with a small crash on the floor after bouncing off the side of the cart. “No!” Steve sang, his poor throw costing him the game. Nine watched him as he cried out, not cocky enough to boast in her own victory but enough so to laugh at his dramatic nature. “I guess you win,” he told her as he moved to pick up his bar of soap from the floor, giving her a smirk and an eye-roll that mimicked a false sulkiness. 

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After scanning the items they decided upon through self-checkout (paying for said items with Steve’s father’s credit card) they left as they had entered - through the automatic sliding doors. This time they did not startle her, and she didn’t bother returning the black shades to her face. He popped the trunk and she placed her handful of bags inside first. Looking up and turning around to face the storefront, she started counting people again. One, two, three, four large men.

She grabbed for Steve’s arm that placed the last bag in the car. Her grip caused him to turn, looking at her now with that same look of bewilderment she had expressed earlier; he hadn’t quite caught on that a serious matter was taking place. “Steve,” she started, her gaze dashing around the parking lot as she spoke to him. She was counting the number of threats. “Men from the lab,” she told him, finally letting herself look to Steve, and she watched his face shift and his eyes grow wide. One particularly sizable man who was walking with a quick stride towards the two from the right was only a few steps away from being able to grab Nine (or Steve if he wanted to, but she knew that she was their target). She released Steve’s arm and instead lifted her own to raise a hand out in front of her. At this point, Steve’s panic had risen to it’s pull potential, and he slammed the trunk of his car and looked to Nine. “Come on, let’s go!” he told her, wanting to avoid confrontation all together and make a speedy getaway in his car. He spoke in a low tone, as if his soft voice would keep the forthcoming danger from noticing them. 

She threw the impending man as easily as she had tossed the toothbrush into the shopping cart earlier. She did such a thing without touching him too, which is why the lack of store-goers in the parking lot was a relief. He landed a few feet shy of a car, and Nine did not even lower her hand before turning to threat number two. He was too close for comfort, and it landed him a couple of feet away on the pavement, not too far from his friend who suffered the same fate at the hands of the powerful girl. Two grown men thrown like frisbees, and Steve was still in full panic. “N-Nine let’s go!” he told her again, his face stronger in emotion than his voice was in strength. It faltered as he spoke up this time. This being the second time he advised they make an exit, she looked to him and decided that he was right. There were two more men, but they stood still now, fearful. The two dashed from the back of the car to their reserved seats, but Steve only got so far as his hand on the handle of the door before a third man revealed himself by grabbing him by the shoulder. 

Nine was given more time, and had even gotten her car door open before realizing the third threat than now preyed on Steve. One firm hand on his shoulder was all he was able to accomplish before her hand flew up in front of her again. This time she lifted him in the air, moving him further away from Steve before sending him backwards. His back was met forcibly with a car belonging to some unfortunate store customer. It was sure to leave a dent. Steve, who had turned to watch the man plummet through the air now turned back to look at Nine. “Holy shit!” he couldn’t keep himself from saying to her. She simply looked to him, slightly aghast herself, and continued her retreat to the car.

Steve backed the vehicle up with such haste, noting that although he probably should have taken a more thorough look out the rear-view window before doing so, there was no time. He violently exited the parking lot, his hands steering the wheel with sharp movements and tossing his passenger around in her seat. His car tires screeched during their departure, just as they had the night prior when he saved himself from hitting the girl who stood in the middle of the road. It was only when they were a good ways down the road and away from the lot when either one of them allowed themselves to breathe. Steve’s quick pants turned into laughter, and Nine looked at him with valid confusion. “Holy shit!” he repeated what he had said to her earlier. His eyes stole a glance at her, abandoning the road for a moment, and it was only when they made eye contact that his wide smile caused her to laugh too. 

“That was terrifying, but you totally fucking saved us! It was amazing!” Praise for using her ability. It was something she was familiar with, but it tasted different this time. It didn’t feel sinister. It wasn’t greedy, it was pure praise. It made her laugh even more. A trail of blood, unnoticed by her, began it’s path from her nose. Still looking to her every few seconds, Steve did notice it. “You’re bleeding, are you okay? They- they didn’t even touch you why are you bleeding?” Almost feeling a ping of shame, she quickly wiped her nose with the backside of her hand. “It happens,” she said, “when I use my power”. Unphased, he smiled a dorky smile at her again. “That was so fucking amazing,” he said. Her expression mirrored his own, and they took a turn a little too sharply down a road of Hawkins. Her shoulder hit the car’s side from his excited driving, but she did not care as they laughed along with one another. 

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Give In (Part I)

Idris Elba X Reader “Zanzee” Mini Series (6 Part Mini Series)

 Warning: Don’t feel like giving one.

 Word Count: 4.4K

 Summary: For the past 5 months you (Zanzee) has worked on the set of the “Hobbs & Shaw” movie. She works close to all the main actors and is there to answer any whim they may have as the "Set Concierge". She holds herself to a high professional level and refuses to stray from the right side of that pesky, thin grey line that those in the entertainment industry easily jump over.

Inspired by this pic:

Note: Will go through 1 week in the life of Zanzee Grant. Ya’ll I’m afraid this is as close as I will EVER get to a one shot. SMH. I cannot write a one shot to save my life.

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Monday

“Z, I don’t know how you have not jumped all over that man,” Andra said through the speaker phone. You snorted to yourself and slightly shook your head as you continued to apply your mascara.

 “What man?”

 “Have your pick girl, you work with three of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen,” she loudly chimed in.

 She wasn’t lying.

 “Work for, not with, for,” you emphasized.

 “For, with, whatever it needs to be under or on top if you ask me. Come on Z, lie to me and tell me you’ve never thought of the hottest foursome in your life with little ol’ you at the center of it. three different flavors of men, African chocolate, Samoan caramel and British vanilla, mm-mm-mm,” Andra exaggerated. You couldn’t help but laugh loudly.

 Of all your friends Andra was the most outspoken, the one who didn’t censor and never hid what she thought or felt. She was also the one you were closest to. It must have been something with opposites attract. You were not like Andra. Where she loved to be the center of attention all the time, you liked an equal balance, and where she was outspoken all the time, you had times where you shied away from revealing too much about yourself, or too much in general. Yeah at times you didn’t have a censor but more time than not you lived a particularly strict existence. You preferred to always show the world a professional face, after all you never knew where your next opportunity would come from and you always wanted to show the best face. Maybe that was your problem, you were boring.

 “Hello!” Andra shouted.

 “I’m here and no I’ve never thought about a foursome. Girl you must be trying to tempt your own death. Have you seen these men? They easily tower me by a foot and at least a hundred and fifty pounds. You have lost your gotdamn mind if you would attempt even a threesome,” you ranted.

 “I would die happily, no questions asked. Any way they want it they will have it, how ever long they want it. use me, use me baby!”

 You continued to laugh, she was insane. You knew your limits, hell you doubted you could handle even one of them, no matter how much you’d imagined that one.

 “It’s cool you don’t have to say it out loud, keep your secrets. Just know every woman alive has thought of this foursome and when this movie comes out those fantasies will increase. All I’m saying is you see them every day, you’re around them all day. you have more than enough opportunity. Why not see which one would take the bite?”

 “Oh my god Andra, no way. I would never--could never. I work for them. You know I’m not like that. it would be so unprofessional and not to mention too cliché. Do you know how many set assistants have probably slept with these actors? Eeck, the thought makes me sick,” you preached atop your soap box.

 “So? As long as they’re not sleeping with them now. Z, everyone has slept with everyone, this is the entertainment industry. You know better than me, you’ve worked on how many sets, interacted with how many of them?”

 She was right, this movie was your thirteenth movie set you’d worked on. Each production got bigger and bigger and each cast more high profile than the last. You’d seen the antics of the celebrities and the rich who thought the world owed them something, so you naturally had to sleep with them because they were the epitome of God himself. While you’d been starstruck a few times, you’d never ever been tempted to cross that line and become another notch on their already carved bedpost, no matter how many sly offers you’d received. You’d received quite a few, not just actors, but directors as well. part of you felt like the entertainment industry was just a revolving door of STDs, a door you refused to touch even with bleach stained gloves and the most durable condom ever created.

 The sound of your doorbell broke you out of your thoughts making you look at the clock on your wall. Six forty-five. Shit, you had fifteen minutes to get to set.

 “Shit, Andra I gotta go. I have fifteen minutes to get to set. I’ll talk to you later,” you rushed out before ending the call.

 You hurried through your apartment gathering your things and hopping into your Timbs to complete the outfit. You were trying to stretch the little time of comfort you had. As you grabbed your purse, and your work bag you ran to the door to look at the face of your driver.

 “Good morning Ms. Grant,” Reynaldo said with a smile.

 “Reynaldo, you’ve driven me every morning for the last five months and I’ve told you to call me Zanzee. Ms. Grant is my mother and she is way more uptight than I am,” you reminded as he held open the black car door for you.

 “I’m sorry, good morning Zanzee,” he corrected with a smile.

 “Good morning Reynaldo.” You sunk down into the backseat of the car and got comfortable. When you heard Reynaldo’s door shut you glanced at the screen of your work phone.

 “Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

 “Of course, it’s me you’re talking to,” Reynaldo joked. You smiled and nodded, he’d never gotten you to set late before.

 You scanned your schedule for the day and saw it was going to be another long day. You then checked the schedule for the actors and your to do list of any requests and checked to ensure any prior requests had been fulfilled. You worked had to make sure that the actors had what they needed and nearly everything they asked for as long as it wasn’t your ass in the air.

You opened an email with the subject, “how did you find it?”. You looked in the body of the email and smiled at the picture of Idris looking shocked while he looked at the package of candy you’d found. It was the same candy he’d told you he was obsessed with as a child. When he told you that they stopped making it and it was the hardest thing to find it made you want to prove him wrong. After almost a day of searching rare candy crafters you’d found it and didn’t hesitate to buy a carton of it and leaving it in his trailer when you left set on Friday.

 You licked your lips as you slowly scanned the picture taking in every detail of his fine as hell face. You leaned your head back and released a small sigh.

 “Everything okay Zanzee?” Reynaldo asked.

 You shook your head, closed the message and got your head back in the game.

 “Yep, everything is great. Thank you.”

 You did your best to slow your heartrate and go back to the professional you were, although with this production you’d been tested as you’d never been before, and you still had nearly two months of filming left.

When the car rolled onto set it was five minutes till seven. You hurried out he car thanking Reynaldo and ran to your small trailer to drop off your purse and get everything you needed for the day. as you ran you waved to familiar faces and took papers that were held out to you. by the time you made it to your trailer your hands were overflowing with papers. You took the time to organize the papers to make sure you didn’t get anything mixed up. you placed the papers in three piles, one pile for Dwayne, the second for Jason and the third for Idris, all script changes or additions. You took up your headset and walkie and attached it to the pocket of your ripped jeans and glanced at yourself in the mirror before rushing out with all the papers.

 “Zanzee!”

 You looked back and saw Tammi, another set assistant. She jogged to your side and kept in stride with you as she spoke.

 “Tonight, the other set crew are going for drinks, are you down?”

 “It’s Monday Tammie, really?”

 “Monday is Friday somewhere. So?” She gave you an expectant look waiting for you to answer.

 “I can’t, I checked the schedules and I don’t think I’ll have even a second to breathe today, I’ll be exhausted. I’ll catch you guys on the next one,” you said.

 “All right, we’ll miss you though,” she said before she jogged off in an opposite direction.

 You ran to Dwayne’s trailer and knocked on the door to no answer.

 “They’re already at the huddle,” a voice yelled.

 “Thanks.”

 You ran again picking up the pace towards where the huddle was. With a minute to spare you ran toward the group of actors needed for the first scene of the day. as you approached you were in time to hear the finishing claps as everyone dispersed.

“There she is,” Dwayne said with a bright smile.

“Here I am.” You stopped in front of them and bent to catch your breath not paying attention to your curly hair flying all around you.

 “I was about to tell Jason you owed us two hundred bucks,” Idris joked. You stood straight and shook your head.

 “Not a chance. I told you, I’m never late. Never have been, never will be. Today is not your lucky day DJ Driis,” you sassily responded.

 Dwayne and Jason laughed at your snarky reply as Idris nodded and held his hands up in defeat.

 “We’ll see. Never is a long time,” Idris replied.

 You smiled and handed each of them their papers and briefly explained it all. as they each scanned the papers you began to walk, a walk they joined you on.

 “So, I’ve checked your schedules for the day it looks pretty cut and dry, except the fact that your third set has been moved down to later this afternoon and these changes are going to be in it. Also, Jason your second set is pushed back until three just before that third set with all three of you,” you explained. He nodded.

 “Dwayne I was able to find those little geisha dolls that you were talking about, they will be in your trailer before lunch. Your fitting has also been changed to around the time of lunch too so hopefully you’re cool with tying them together, you know knock two out for the price of one,” you continued.

 “Got it,” Dwayne answered.

 “All right, oh Idris, your fitting is set for later in the evening, I have to pin point the time with costume, but I’ll keep you posted. I also need your food requests later. usually I have time to grab your coffees before this little huddle, but I’ll have it here in a little bit,” you finished.

“All right, as always great work. The only thing I’d suggest is slowing down, chilling out and cutting loose,” Jason suggested in his prime British accent.

 “Uh-huh, so this slowing down, chilling out and cutting loose should be done when exactly?” you asked.

 “You know when you’re not keeping our lives running smoothly on this crazy train,” he squeezed in nonchalantly as if it were an easy feat. You smirked and nodded.

 “Ah, I see so…when I sleep then. Okay, got it!” you joked with a smile, a smile they returned.

 “I don’t normally agree with Jason, but I agree on this. It might do you some good. Take a sick day,” Idris suggested as he placed his hand on your shoulder. You skin tingled from the warmth of his hand. The tingle traveled across your chest and made your nipples harden.

 “Shit,” you thought, praying no one would notice especially since you were wearing a thin lace bra underneath.

 “Uh, I’ll think about that,” you muttered placing a concealing smile on your face. You felt Idris softly squeeze your shoulder before he hesitated moving his hand as he looked at you. when he dropped his hand to his side, he turned his back to you to look out over the set they were still prepping. You took two steps back from them hoping the new distance would cool your runaway hormones.

 “All right everyone, let’s get to places,” David the director shouted gathering all the attention of everyone around.

 “All right, knock em’ dead. I’ll go get your coffees,” you said before turning from them and walking off.

 Idris watched you walk off, his eyes swept over your back down to the sway of your hips. When he looked next to him at Dwayne and Jason, he masked his expression.

 “What?” he asked.

 “Take a sick day? That’s the best you could come up with?” Jason teased.

 “What’s wrong with that?” Idris asked.

 “It was bad,” Jason informed.

 “So bad,” Dwayne scoffed out as he turned to take his place. Jason shook his head as he followed and soon Idris did as well.

 The day flew by in a whirlwind. Set life was fast paced, and if you couldn’t keep up or be ahead of the groove, you’d never last. You were on the go the majority of the day completing tasks, gathering necessary paperwork, helping out the actors, the set, you were a jack of all trades, you did a little of everything.

 By the time lunch rolled around you’d had four iced lattes and although four was your limit for one day, you felt you’d need three more at least before the day was done. you oversaw Dwayne’s fitting to make sure things went smoothly and stood in with Jason as he filmed his moved scene, and even kept an eye on things when Idris filmed a few of his solo scenes. You had to admit, this movie was going to make a killing at the box office, it was that good.

 On a break you were on the phone trying to smooth out prep for the next day when you heard your name being called across the lot. you looked and saw Dwayne, Jason and Idris sitting waving you over. you slowly walked to them to give yourself enough time to finish your conversation. When you approached you held up your finger and wrapped up the phone call. As you ended the call you smiled at them.

 “Hey guys. What’s up? everything okay? Need something?

 “No, no, relax. Sit down,” Jason said offering you a nearby seat.

 “Uh, I wish I could, but I have a slew of other things to finish up for the day,” you informed jutting your thumb behind you.

 “It can wait, sit,” Dwyane asserted.

 “Or I could complain to David and ask for a new set concierge,” Dwayne threatened. You narrowed your eyes at him, an action Jason and Idris snorted at.

 “You wouldn’t.”

 “Aw, she looks like Tinkerbelle when she gets mad, down to the pouted lips,” Jason teased. I reared my narrowed eyes at him, and in an instant, he rose his hands up in defeat.

 “I might if you don’t sit and take a breather,” Dwayne added. You looked at each of them and shook your head. You sighed before you sat in the free seat.

 “Good, here, have a cupcake, I hear they’re your weakness,” Idris said holding out a colossal cupcake that smelled like coconut and pineapple.

 “I have no weaknesses,” you said taking the cupcake before you sat back in the seat crossing your legs. You tore into the cupcake and moaned your satisfaction as the sweet coconutty flavor erupted over your taste buds.

“Good?” Jason asked.

 “Didn’t realize how hungry I was until just now,” you answered.

 You all sat in silence for a few moments as you ate. You didn’t notice the looks Dwayne and Jason exchanged with Idris. You were too lost in the deliciousness of the cupcake. When Idris didn’t speak Jason shook his head.

 “So, Zanzee, we know next to nothing about you when you know almost everything about us,” he began.

 “I don’t believe I know almost everything about you guys,” you corrected.

 “I’m sure you do. You know the inseam of my pants, you know everything,” Dwyane joked. You snorted and laughed covering your mouth. All three of them smiled.

 “The point is we want to know more. You’re probably the best set concierge I’ve ever had, and I’ve been acting a long time,” Jason added.

 “Aw, that’s sweet Jason, thank you.”

 “So, tell us a little about yourself,” Jason began again. You licked icing off your finger before sucking your bottom lip into your mouth.

 “What do you want to know?”

 “Is there a Mr. Zanzee?” Dwyane asked.

 “Uh, no. I work way too much to have any time for anyone else,” you confessed.

 “So, it’s not because you’ve sworn off men or something?” Jason pressed.

 You knitted your eyebrows together at how specific the question got.

 “Uh, nope, haven’t sworn off anything.”

 “Okay. Since you’re single what do you look for in a partner?” Dwayne asked. You paused chewing and looked at him confusion filling you. You finished the cupcake in your mouth thinking if you should continue the conversation. This could turn unprofessional in an instant.

 “Um, why’s it important?” you asked.

 “It’s not, just asking. A lot of people who work in entertainment have such different wants than those who work in a normal career,” Dwayne covered.

 “Um, well I don’t really consider myself working in entertainment, I have a regular job, you guys are the ones who aren’t…regular. So, my wants are pretty simple,” you explained.

 “What are those wants?” Idris voiced. You looked at him and stared over his face. The first thought in your head to say was your face between my thighs but you quickly shook it from your head. You looked down to the half-eaten cupcake giving yourself time to mask our true wants, the wants you were actually ashamed of.

 “Um, you know someone honest, kind, funny, giving, intelligent, humble, and passionate,” you listed off not looking at any of them.

 “No mention of looks, do looks not matter?” Jason asked.

 You smirked and bit into the cupcake again and shrugged, before you spoke you placed your hand in front of your mouth.

 “Looks matter less than chemistry,” you added.

 “So, you don’t limit yourself to a type?” Dwyane responded.

 “Look wise, no, I limit myself with a personality type,” you clarified.

Silence ensued again, you chanced a look to Idris and found he was already staring at you. The way he looked at you took your breath away and released a gush in your panties. You slowly licked your lips and watched his eyes drop to your lips. You were tempted to bite into them, but you held your restraint no matter how difficult it was.

 “Zanzee,” came a voice to your right. You broke the stare and looked at Ethan, another set assistant.

 “Hey Ethan, what’s up?”

 “Uh, wanted to know if you had a few minutes wanted to talk to you,” he informed.

 “Uh, yeah sure.” You looked to the three men in front of you and rose from the chair.

 “Thanks for the cupcake guys, I’ll catch you guys later, don’t forget the fitting at six Idris,” you reminded before you walked away with Ethan.

 Idris watched you walk off and watched Ethan give your body a once over, he clenched his jaw.

 “I’d say you fit the list,” Dwayne spoke up as he looked to Idris.

“Woah, woah, what?”

 “Ah come on guy, it’s pretty obvious you have a thing for our set concierge,” Jason said under his breath. Idris looked at the two of them with faux confusion.

 “Nah, you’ve got it wrong mate,” he tried to dismiss.

 “No mate, I think we have it right. Make a move already,” Dwayne urged.

 Idris scoffed and shook his head.

 “She’s into you. Did you see the way she just looked at you? That was too long of a stare for it to be an empty one,” Jason explained. Idris continued to watch you walk away thinking about Jason’s words. After a few moments he stood, shook his head and dismissed the thought.

 “I’m not that guy. Plus, you’re seeing things, she’s not into me, everything proves it. Get off it and let’s get to work,” Idris said as he walked away. Jason and Dwayne shook their heads and exchanged a laugh.

 “I give it to the end of the week,” Dwyane said as he stood.

 “A week? Nah, I’m giving it the end of Wednesday,” Jason countered. The two of them shook hands at the bet.

That night you walked into Idris’ trailer just as the costume director Marnie was working with him. Idris turned and give you a welcoming nod as he continued his phone conversation.

 “Tell Mark I’ll think about it. all right thanks mate,” he said before he ended the call.

“Sorry, just got word I’m in the running for Bond,” he explained. Your jaw dropped.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah, Daniel’s had his fill and some how my name got thrown into the mix. Now they want me to meet with the writers.”

 “And you said you’d think about it? are you insane? Do you know how huge Bond is plus do you know how huge this would be for the black community? You would be the first ever black Bond. The first ever, ever, ever!” you enthusiastically emphasized.

 He smiled and nodded.

 “I take it you like James Bond?”

 “Well not directly, but if you played him, I’d definitely like him,” you rushed out without thinking. you pinched your lips and closed your eyes as the implications.

 “Really?”

 “Uh, yeah, you’d be representing for the black community, showing that roles are not racially exclusive. It’d be huge,” you finished. He studied you a moment and nodded.

 You cleared your throat and tried to reel in your inner fan girl to stuff her back into her box.

 “Anyway, your dinner will be here as soon as Marnie here is finished, then you’re not expected back on set until eight fifteen,” you informed. He nodded and turned his back facing you.

 You took the time to look over his back and the muscles that refused to hide even underneath his black v-neck t-shirt. You slowly scanned his shoulder blades down his spin to his taunt waist. Then your eyes dropped to her perfect ass. The ass was not your favorite part of a man but with an ass like his you could not help but admire it. You chewed the inner corner of your bottom lip and lazily dragged your eyes over almost every inch of him.

 The man was built for admiration. In all your years working productions you’d never been more attracted to anyone, he was your first. The first actor you’d ever thought of accidentally walking in on in their trailer. The first actor you’d been tempted to cross that professional line with. The last five months of production had been torture. During the days you had intense daydreams that all revolved around his lips and hands and him whispering dirty things in his sexy British accent, and then your nights possessed unrelenting wet dreams that made you toss and turn and wake up feeling unfulfilled and in a heightened state of anxiousness.

 “Zanzee.”

 Someone saying your name brought you out of your daydream to see Marnie and Idris both watching you. you prayed the expression on your face didn’t give away how badly you wanted to push him against a wall. You cleared your throat coming back to life.

 “Yes.”

 “Can you help me a second?” Marnie asked. You noticed Idris smirk to himself before he turned his back to you again.

 “Sure, what do you need? You responded.

 “Come here and hold this,” Marnie requested. You approached her crouched down figure and stooped next to her.

 “Okay, hold what?

 Marnie directed you to hold the fabric at the back of his calf.

 “You must have grown, these fit perfect four months ago,” Marnie voiced.

 “Must be all that hard muscle you put on for the role,” you answered without much thought.

 “You noticed?” Idris asked spinning his head back to look at you. You quickly looked at him only to look away shrugging it off.

 “Everyone did, I’m sure Marnie will have this fitting like new in no time.”

 “All right, don’t let that go Zanzee, matter of fact tie off that thread for me,” Marnie requested. You did as you were told.

 “Idris turn please, Zanzee gather the hem for me.”

He turned around, and you leaned in closer and bent lower to gather the material hanging around his sock clad ankle.

 “Thanks Zanzee.” Marnie said taking the fabric to continue her process.

 You rose your head not realizing how close you were to him until it was too late. Your forehead came right in contact with his crotch. You heard him release a low grunt and saw him nudge his hips forward. Your eyes met his and it was clear the both of you knew what had just happened. Everything in you said fuck it, just do it while your head fought against you saying remain composed, remain professional. Your eyes dropped to his crotch and your head lost. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and your mind was gone in a second imagining what was behind the fabric of the pants. His hips jerked forward again and with that you looked back to him and saw something you were sure was wishful thinking on your part. His gaze was hot and unmasked, it spoke of intrigue, and something close to longing. The intensity in his eyes was so much you knew if you looked any longer you would say fuck your professionalism and find out why some women in tabloids called him “Big Driis” It was enough to force you to your feet with the quickness.

 “Uh, um…I—I um, I have to go. I have other things to screw…do, do, I meant do. Marnie all good here? Good? Okay, bye,” you stammered out as you made your way out colliding with almost every object in the trailer. Once you made it to the door you didn’t dare look back.

To Be Continued...

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[aquarius-johnny]

yuta + 13 (smut list) :)

“You’re so much fun to touch.”

You enjoyed riling up Yuta during the most inappropriate times and places just as much as he enjoyed being provoked, although he’d never admit it. He found it a fun game to play whenever you could. This particular night, you didn’t hold back. During dinner with Yuta and a few of his friends, you trailed your hand up his thigh and began palming his groin, suddenly, causing him to nearly spit his water out once he felt your hand there. He clears his throat before refocusing on one of his friends who asked him a question. You took this opportunity to slowly stroke his hardening member as you leaned forward onto the table with your elbow propping yourself up. You pretend to be into the conversation while you watch Yuta’s eyes slowly narrow and darken, clearly getting turned on by your actions. 

In the middle of dinner, you excuse yourself and head off into the bathroom where you remove your underwear and hid it in the palm of your hand. You knew this would push your boyfriend over the edge as he wouldn’t like the idea of you wearing a fairly short dress with absolutely nothing to cover the parts of your body that only he could see and touch. 

Carefully walking back to your table with a smirk dancing upon your lips, you slip Yuta your intimate fabric and watch as he sharply inhales before looking over at you. “Finish your food, quickly.” He whispers in your ear, hand wrapped around your waist and pulling you closer to him, not wanting to take the chance of anyone touching you. You do as he says and you hear him give his friends an excuse to leave so promptly. You both thank them for dinner and as you walked out of the restaurant and into the elevator to head to the garage, you feel Yuta dangerously close to you. Hitting the appropriate button, you waited for the steel doors to close and waited for Yuta to do what he does best, but he doesn’t.

“You’re so much fun to touch,” you tease and Yuta raises a brow at you while bitting down on his bottom lip. You could tell he was trying to hold back and he successfully did, that is until you got to his car. He opens the back door and gestures for you to get in first, which you obediently do, already knowing you were in for a treat. Yuta looks around before getting into the backseat to join you.

His hand pushes your dress up with no warning and his fingers rub against your already soaking slit. “Is this what you wanted from me?” He growls, bitting down on the crook of your neck as you let out a satisfied moan at his touch. You nod your head rapidly, trying to undo his bottoms to free his hardened member that is more than visible through his jeans. When you successfully do so, you attach your lips to the tip, satisfying him in the way he likes it: sloppy. He enjoyed the sight of your lipstick messily slather across your face with your mascara running down your cheeks. He enjoyed the sounds you made when you felt him hit the back of your throat. And most importantly, he enjoyed how you begged him to fuck you. 

“Please Yuta,” you plead, catching your breath as he holds you by your hair. “I want you so bad. I just want you to fuck me, please.”

Yuta simply smirks at you before zipping himself up. 

“Yuta!” You whined, brows scrunched together in displeasure.

Your boyfriend makes his way to the driver’s side and leaves you where you are. He looks at you through the rearview mirror and hands you make-up wipes he had stored in the glove compartment of the dashboard. “Wipe off your make-up,” he tells you. You grab the package and do as he told you, saltiness still very prominent in your demeanor. “We can continue this at home.” He watches as a smile spreads across your face, happy to give you what you want. “You can touch me all you want there since you have so much fun doing that.” 

“Thank you,” you reply sweetly before giving him a kiss on his cheek.

[chimmy-joos]

Do It For You |M|

Description: Jimin has a special birthday party planned all for you, but he finds you having more fun than he’s allowed.

Word Count: 5.2K

Tags: smut, degradation, spanking, exhibitionism, dirty-talking, Dom!Jimin, Daddy!Jimin, organs denial, praise kink, impregnation kink, and of course some fluff

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @mydarlingmochi Together everyone, Happy Birthday Ari! I hope you enjoy this piece I wrote in thoughts of you and I hope you have an amazing 22nd birthday! Sending love! The song btw is Serendipity of course

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You swipe of blood red lipstick over your bottom lip and nudging into the corners of your cupids bow and rub your lips together to spread the color all over. You tilt you head sideways, examining your curled eyelashes darkened with black mascara, accentuating your eye color. There is the slight shimmer of glitter eyeshadow over your lid that catches the light from every angle. You bat your lashes at yourself a few more times in complete disbelief as to how you achieved this look in such little time.

You stood, pushing back your cushioned stool from your white wooden vanity with rounded mirrors that captured your look from three different sides. You twist your body and watch as your curled hair falls against your exposed back; the cream-colored sequin dress you sported hugged your body. It was a perfect fit and you showed just enough cleavage and legs so you could accessorize with matching a dazzling diamond necklace and tall, silver pumps.

Your eyes dart to a small, packaged present sitting on your vanity, a gift your boyfriend Jimin left for you before heading to work this morning. He promised he wouldn’t stay long and that he’d make to dinner tonight, but with his status and how rarely he was home, you doubt he’d make it, even if tonight was your birthday. Well, at least he remembered to give you a present. You pulled the shiny red ribbon, unwrapping the box. You set the ribbon on your vanity and opened the box; the sparkle of the present almost blinded you.

Inside the box was a silver watch, nothing too grand, but from the diamond embellishments in place of the hours and the ice blue dial the price was self-evident. You slip the watch through your hand and snap the bracelet in place, twirling your wrist in place as you stare in awe at the expensive watch.

Then, your phone chimed and you pick it up, beaming at the sight of Jimin’s name that appeared on the screen.

[10:16 PM] Babe: come outside baby

You almost squeal in excitement and quickly shut down your makeup station, grabbing your purse and running downstairs, your heels clacking on the wooden stairs and echoed throughout the empty house. It was only you and Jimin living in this lavish house, besides your cleaning lady, Letty that stopped by every so often to do her job. Other than Letty giving you her company and Jimin gone at work for hours on end, you were alone. Well, not tonight. Tonight, was for you and you weren’t going to let Jimin out of your sight.

You rush outside to the wide, concrete driveway to see Jimin leaning against his sleek, black car. Once he heard your heels on the pavement, he picked his eyes up from his phone only to have you run into his chest and twirl around. Your bubbly laughter rang in his ear and he held your waist securely with his hands.

“Jimin!” You exclaimed and he set your feet on the ground. It feels like you haven’t seen his angelic smile in forever. Jimin’s sandy hair was styled in a messy way, though you didn’t remember him leaving the house like that this morning. You stroke his tailored black suit and gaze up at him with glittering eyes. “How was work?”

“Work is always the same. How is my princess feeling?” He pulls your face in for a kiss and pulls away to find his lips tinted red. You giggled.

“I’m on top of the world.” You said and link around his arm. “So where are you taking me tonight?” You ask and Jimin averts his eyes with a smirk.

“You’ll just have to see when we get there.” He leans down and gives you another kiss, licking off the tint on his lips and grasps your hand gently, leading you around the car and escorting you into the passenger seat of the leather-furnished interior. He closes the door and you’re surrounded by darkness, save the glow of the audio system that illuminated the inside of the car like the large screen of a movie. Jimin entered through the driver’s side and strapped himself in, giving you a side glance as he rest his hand on the gear shift.

“Are you ready?”

“I can’t wait.”

You should’ve known better than expecting to figure out where Jimin was taking you by looking out the window, but the tinted glass obscured your view. Damn luxury cars. Though, you did have a wide windshield to see from, but Jimin had driven to a part of the city that you weren’t familiar with. Eventually, the car stopped in front of a tall building surrounded in glass armor. You wait for Jimin to step out of the car and escort you out of the car so you could get a better look at where he had taken you.

Jimin gives the keys to his car to a valet parking attendant and turned back to you, holding you by the hand as he led you inside the building. You didn’t see much of the interior as Jimin briskly led you to the nearest elevator, taking you to the fifth floor. In the elevator, you finally had the chance to ask him.

“What is this place?”

“It’s a hotel, one of the ones I frequent. The owner and I are good friends, actually.” He asked, giving your hand a squeeze. This place was entirely new to you and although it was fancy, the curiosity was biting at you. “Just trust me, princess. Tonight is going to be the night of your life.” He said just as the elevator doors opened up, leading down a long hallway lit up by small lights hidden in the ceiling, giving it a quite ominous glow. You hesitate to step out of the elevator and walk towards the shadowy end of the hall, but the warmth of Jimin’s hand and how he rubbed his thumb in the juncture of your thumb gave you courage to move forward.

As you neared the end of the hallway, you could feel the bass of loud music through your feet and vibrated throughout your body as soon as you stood in front of the large door. Jimin pushed it open and you winced at the sound being unleashed. Behind the doors was a nightclub that spanned across the the entire floor. You stood on a balcony that looked over the bustling dance floor that the strobe lights flashed like purple and white ambulance lights.

“Come, follow me.” Jimin whispered close to you so he could speak above the loud music. He led you right of the balcony and up an enclosed staircase that brought you to an elevated room that overlooked the entire floor. How big was this place?

Jimin paused in front of the door labeled with a V.I.P. gold plaque and rest his hand against the tinted glass. He gave you a soft glance and kissed your cheek. “Happy birthday, babygirl.” He said and pushed it open widely. You were bombarded with a a loud POP! and a chorus of “happy birthday!” as confetti fell from the sky in stringy ribbons caught in your hair and dress, everywhere, in fact. You grinned widely as you recognized the faces of all of your close friends whom were dressed in their best attire.

“Guys! Oh my god, what are you—“ you began before whipping to Jimin who stood at the door with a smirk. “You… You did this?”

“Of course I did.” He replied.

“But when? When did you have time to do this with work and you’re never home…” You started rambling until you felt Jimin’s touch against your cheek, raising your head to face him. He held your face tenderly and gazed into your eyes with a familiar softness and kindness. It was the same look he had when he first told you he loved you.

“Baby, I will always make time for you. There isn’t a single thing in the world that I wouldn’t do for you.” He pulled your face upward and leaving a prolonged kiss. He hovered over your lips when he drew back. “Now go have fun, baby.”

And have fun you did. You popped a bottle of champagne and drank with your friends, each of which begged you to do drinking shots with them. The room was livened up by everyone taking turns drunkenly singing songs. It was chaos fighting for the microphone, but hilarious to watch and listen to your friends singing. You were worried about whether or not Jimin was enjoying himself, but he sat at the other side of the room speaking to his own friends that he invited. You were relieved and thought to yourself, what would you do without Jimin? He did everything for you and you couldn’t thank him enough.

Jimin must’ve felt your stare and his eyes darted to you. He smirked and his devilish smile made you blush. You hid your reddened cheeks behind your glass of champagne and reverted your attention back to your friend who had been going off about how attractive all of Jimin’s friends were. It seemed if you had a lot of money, you’d appear hotter. Suddenly, you heard the clink of glass. Everyone turned to the source of the sound and you found Jimin standing with a glass in his hand. When the room settled to a hush, he lowered his glass.

“I’d like to the this moment to make a toast, dedicated to my wonderful girlfriend, Y/N.” He looks over at you when he says your name and his mouth spread into a loving smile. You can’t help your cheeks protrude at the sound of your name and Jimin continued. “Firstly, I’d like to thank everyone for taking time out of their busy schedule to make it, it means a lot. Secondly, I just want to say how grateful I am for having such an amazing woman in my life. It’s almost like the universe has brought us together and I can’t think of anyone else that could make me happier. She’s my angel, my world. Which is why I have a song prepared for this special occasion,” Jimin said and turned to the karaoke machine and one of his friends tossed him the microphone. He turned it on and cleared his throat, flashing one last look at you. “Happy birthday, my love.”

A soft and sweet melody began to play and Jimin took over with his melodic and entrancing voice that dripped like honey. The entire room had fallen in love with his voice immediately and you were just as hypnotized by the way Jimin sang while staring directly at you while, dedicating every word in honor of you. Everything seemed like a dream; this small party, Jimin serenading you with his own song, everything was perfect.

The song came to an end too quickly and the room erupted in a roar of applause and cheers. Jimin calmly handed back the microphone and made his way to you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. He returned to his seat across the room and sat back in his seat as his friends spoke to him privately, most likely complimenting him for his performance. Of course they were, it was like listening to a hymn from the heavens. You wondered why he wouldn’t sit with you, but you understood that he must want this night to be spent with your friends.

“Y/N!” Your friend squealed drunkenly, pushing her entire body weight on you. “Let’s go dance!”

“Here?” You glance around the small room.

“No, silly! Out there.” She pointed out the window overlooking the night club. You could see the lights in the ceiling still flashing over the dance floor and the thought of being immersed in the heavy music allowing it to pump throughout your body tempted you. You gave Jimin a side glance to see him fully engrossed in a conversation with a man furnished in a expensive-looking suit, a friend, perhaps.

“Alright, let’s go.” You said enthusiastically and your friend took your hand and she along with a handful of your other friends fled the room, chatting excitedly. Jimin noticed the large group leaving the room and caught you in the midst of the group. He wasn’t able to stop you before the door closed shut as soon as the last person left. Your friend led you down to the heated nightclub where the music rumbled in your ears, sending the hype beat throughout your entire body. You were taken to the center of the dance floor and allowed your body to be controlled by the will of the music.

While in the midst of enjoying the music and the company of your friends that danced around you, you found yourself dancing outside of your friend circle. You didn’t mind, the only thing you cared about was making this night the best night of your life. Jimin had done so much for you and you weren’t going to let it go to waste.

You backed into someone and stumbled forward, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Besides, everyones’ bodies were grazing against each other in the heat of the dance floor. That is, until you felt a pair of strong arms pull you back, locking his grip around your waist. The man whom had grabbed you molded his body against yours and rubbed his crotch against the curve of your ass.

“Hey angel face.” He said into your ear. Your face twisted in disgust. “What, you’re gonna bump into me and not even say hello?”

“Get away of me.” You slap away his hand that was creeping up your leg.

“That’s cute. Keep talking, it’s hot as fuck.” He snickered and you had the urge to throw up everything you had consumed tonight at the sound of his vile words. He pulled your body closer to him and you never the thought the feeling of someone else’s body warmth could make you so uncomfortable. You curled your fingers into a ball and it trembled from your anger. In a swift moment, you strike your heel into his toes and launch your elbow into the man’s gut with enough force for the man to release his hands and double over in pain. You whipped around and glared down at the man, your hand still closed tightly just in case he dared try anything else.

“Don’t you know when to quit? I said to get away from me.” You snapped and stomp off the dance floor and back up the stairs to the room. As you approached the room, you saw Jimin leaning over the railing overlooking the view down below.

“Baby?” You called out to Jimin. He shifts his gaze over to you and you swore you caught a glimpse of darkness behind his eyes. “What are you doing out here?”

He didn’t answer right away and you watched him twirl the ring around his finger broodingly. “You handled that quite well.” He said as you edged into the spot next to him, placing your forearms on the railing. You gave him a puzzled look until the realization dawned on you.

“Oh no, that was—“

“I know, I saw.” Jimin cut you off and your jaw tightened at his sharp tone. Was he mad? What had you done wrong? You gave him a side glance and could see the shadow cast over his eyes that watched the people beneath him. You wanted to explain, but he had witnessed everything so what else was there to say?

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered softly. Jimin craned his neck at you.

“For?”

“I-I don’t know… I must’ve done something wrong.” You lowered you head and somehow managed to get the words past the growing lump in your throat.

“Oh babygirl, it wasn’t you. In fact, I should shut down this unruly circus of a club because someone heathen laid his hands on you.” Jimin pulled you into his chest and you felt his hand rest on the small of your back. They traveled lower to your hips, raking over the sequins of your dress. “However,” he shifted into a warning tone. “I never gave you permission to go down there, did I now? I never said it was okay to shake your ass around with your little friends, did I?” Jimin moved his lips to your ear as he spoke in a firm voice. Your mouth gaped open as you scrambled for the words fit enough for an apology.

At your silence, Jimin struck your ass with the palm of his hand and you yelped; the pain forcing you to stand on the tip of your toes.

“Did I?”

“N-No, daddy! I’m sorry I acted wrongly. I-It won’t happen again.” You spat out quickly; your ass stung with biting pain. Jimin grabbed your ass and squeezed the area he had just struck, only making the pain worse. You whined into his chest and Jimin pressed his mouth against your ear.

“Such a good girl.” He cooed. “Now walk with me.”

You nodded and turned to walk. Jimin kept his hand on your back and led you around the corner down to a quieter hall. You walked past the room Jimin reserved and you glanced sideways at the door. Jimin pressed on your back to push you onward. Both of you were silent and the sound of your heels clacking on the floor echoed in the vacant hallway.

“Turn here.” Jimin said and you pivoted, suddenly turning into shorter hall that led to the public bathrooms. You pulled to a halt and stood still in the middle of the hallway. Jimin stood behind you, so close that you could feel his body heat against your back.

“Now listen closely. You’re going to get on your knees and suck daddy off and afterwards, I’m going to show you what happens when you act without my permission. Any questions?” Jimin asked in a cold, stern voice.

“No, sir.” You replied in a meek voice. Jimin leaned against the wall while you slowly got on your knees. Your hand traveled up Jimin’s leg, smoothing over his muscular thigh until you felt the cold metal of his belt. You glanced upward, catching Jimin’s stone eyes that watched your hand work. They were impatient, but he never spoke a word to hurry you. You unbuckled his belt; the clicking of the gold buckle and the shuffling of fabric filled the silent hallway. As you unzipped Jimin’s pants, you noticed he wasn’t hard. His semi-hard length fell sadly in your hand and your chest tightened. Was your outfit nor your makeup not good enough? Was he not enjoying himself?

“Work for it, babygirl.” Jimin spoke up, perhaps noticing how your face fell. You obeyed and started stroking his length from the base and dragging your fingers towards the tip.It took a few seconds for Jimin’s dick to get harder as blood pumped through the veins, but soon it felt heavier in your hand and when the first glisten of precum appeared at his urethra, you laid the head on your tongue and swallowed him until his cock tapped the back of your throat. Jimin let out a low grunt of pleasure.

“That’s it. Take it deeper, all the way down your throat.” He coaxed as you curled your tongue around his cock, lathering his length in your saliva. “Fuck, your mouth is always so amazing. You love sucking daddy off, don’t you, pet?” He smirked, a single eyebrow raised at his own snarky comment. You hummed and dipped your head to take him deeper down your throat. You loved the feeling of your mind fleeting as your airways were constricted, sometimes either by Jimin’s hands as he squeezed the edges of your neck or when he shoves his thick cock down your pipe.

You bobbed your head in a faster motion while keeping your lips suctioned to Jimin’s cock, keeping the warmth and moisture in your mouth. And Jimin wasn’t shy with his moans of pleasure; his breathing became rough and erratic—an attempt to hold onto his mental reins and not lose his composure.

“Look at that pretty face, sucking off daddy so nicely. Do you like being on your knees? Spreading your legs like an obedient pet, go ahead, play with yourself.” He praised, his eyes following your hands as they lifted your dress and snuck in between your legs. Your fingers grazed over the mesh of your panties; your sex was so heated and had it not been for the thin piece of fabric lining your slit you would’ve been dripping all over the floor. You put pressure on your clit and shuddered, a jolt of pleasure was sent through you. You dug your knees into the floor as you focused the weight of your body on your fingers.

“Make sure daddy feels good too.” Jimin chuckled and put a hand on the back of your head to make his cock go deeper down your throat. He thrusted right past your uvula and your throat tightened and emitted a strange squelching noise. Your body tensed and you shut your legs from the force. Jimin grunted loudly and threw his head back.

“Fuck! That’s a good girl. You wanna make daddy cum with your slutty mouth, don’t you?” You continued to rub circles over your clit while you sucked Jimin off. Saliva collected around the corners of your mouth, but you only took him deeper. Jimin’s cock slid in and out of your throat like a toy being used for pure pleasure. He didn’t give a second thought before abusing your throat.

Jimin yanked your head away and you gasped from the sudden intake of air that rushed into your lungs. You clung to Jimin’s leg with one hand while the other cupped your sex through your wet panties while you slowly regained your breath. Jimin swiped his thumb over your saliva-drenched chin and spread it over your lips. Your smeared lipstick must’ve made you look like a messy clown, but you licked your spit off Jimin’s finger obediently. His cock stood straight and hard, still twitching madly from the head you just gave him.

“You did so well, pet. Almost made daddy cum.” He smiled down at you. You lit up with your tongue still hugging Jimin’s thumb in its’ warmth. You drew outward when you were done cleaning it and kissed the soft tip while batting your eyes at Jimin. He smirked and his cock twitched. “Stand up.”

“Yes, sir.” You said and stood on your feet, smoothing down your dress around you legs when you found balance on your heels. You stood straight as Jimin left traces of his touch on your thigh and hips with his hand as he circled around you. You felt his hand hike up your dress and graze your bare ass. You pressed your lips together to hold back any moans of pleasure.

“So wet,” he spoke as he pressed a finger against your dampened panties. You arched your back at the sensation of his touch. “So ready to be fucked. Tell me baby, do you like being touched like this? To be teased to the point where you’ll cum from having your clit played with?” He asked and suddenly focused his touch on your swollen clit. A low moan rumbled in your throat.

“Yes daddy, it feels so good.” You moaned into the wall. Jimin played with your clit, swirling it around in small circles. He watched with hungry eyes as you stuck your ass out for him, so wide and shaped like a perfect peach tied up in expensive lace. Jimin smacked one of your ass cheeks and sneered when a gasp interrupted your symphony of moans. He felt you clench above his fingers.

You were so needy; disobedient, dirty and a bad, bad girl, but always willing to give yourself up to pleasure Jimin no matter how badly he roughened you up.

“Do you want daddy’s cock? Hm?” Jimin palmed the other cheek and it rang loudly. You knees buckled and you scratched the wall with your fingernails. Jimin, without the slightest hesitation, tore your lace panties apart and let the fabric pool at your feet leaving you bare and vulnerable to the cold air that whooshed underneath you.

“I want you to apologize,” he said while sliding the head in between your wet folds, gathering your slimy juices. “Then I want you to beg for it. Now.”

“I-I’m sorry I did something without your permission. I regret go-going down and dancing with people I don’t know. I will do better, daddy...” you said as Jimin continued to slide his thick shaft between your folds, teasing you in such torturous way and you knew he wouldn’t send you into the blissful state of pleasure until you did what he ordered. “So I beg you, daddy, please punish me for being a bad girl. I promise it won’t happen again if you fuck me with your thick cock. Please?” You threw a look behind your shoulder, eyes glittering with the innocence of the so-called “good girl” you were supposed to be.

“Hmm...” Jimin pondered. He lined up his cock at your hole and prodded at the entrance. You chewed on your lower lip hungrily. “Good enough. You can have your reward, babygirl.” He said and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, loosening his collar as you slid onto his cock, nice and slowly. You let him stretch you out and allowed your hot, sticky walls to hug his cock. You sucked him all the way to the base and swirled your ass around, the head of his cock tickling your cervix. You purred and grinded your ass into him.

“Oh, yes! I love your cock daddy!” You cried out in pleasure. Jimin’s eyes were fixated on your pussy that swallowed his cock that glistened with your juices.

“That’s it, babygirl. Ride daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He hissed and traced his palm over his chest. He stood with his legs apart and balanced himself well while you slammed your ass against his pelvis. You clawed at the wall, pleasure spreading throughout your body like a wildfire; as if with every thrust your lower region were lit aflame like steel wool. Your moans spilled out shamelessly and you couldn’t care less if someone walked in on you wildly fucking. The desire to cum was strong and you didn’t want to stop.

Jimin grabbed a chunk of your hair and yanked it back, digging deep into you. You gasped and tightened around his cock instinctively.

“You’re getting a little too loud, pet. If you’re going to squeal like a slut, why don’t I send your ass back onto the dance floor?” Jimin snarled, pulling your hair back and forcing you to arch your back until his words tickled your ear. He swirled his hips and a moan quivered out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry—aah!” Jimin thrusted into you, his tight balls slapping against your clit. He yanked your hair back, gripping it messily in his hands. You craned you neck backwards and whimpered desperately as Jimin fucked you with a selfish need to cum, in you or on you, it didn’t matter to him.

“God damn, your pussy is so warm and tight—nice little cunt.” Jimin growled behind you. He fucked you madly, scraping your deepest parts that felt electrifying with every rapid thrust. Your mind went blank from pleasure and you were on the verge of climaxing.

Jimin yanked your hair back and exhaled a loud grunt. “Fffuck, I’m gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want daddy’s kids? Hm?” He swirled his hips and your breath hitched; nails chipping at the wall as you clawed it.

“Yes! Fuck yes, cum in me! Please daddy!” You squealed—at this point bystanders weren’t existent—it was just you and him.

Jimin slammed his hips into you and forced you to arch your back by opposing the pull of our hair and the force of his hips. You felt his warm seed fill you up, a tight, warm sensation swirled in your stomach. You cried out in pleasure, clenching around Jimin to squeeze every last bit of cum out of his throbbing cock.

Though the pleasure didn’t last for long. Jimin pulled out of you and let his cum drop out of you. He suddenly slapped your ass and you clenched in surprise.

“Don’t spill my cum. I thought you wanted to have my babies.” Jimin sneered with a devilish smirk. You nodded obediently and kept your sex tightened so Jimin’s cum didn’t leak out. You didn’t even have panties as extra protection as it laid on the floor in a sad pool of black lace.

You heard the clink of metal and your eyes darted to Jimin to see him with his pants already on and fastening his belt around them. You gawked.

“Ji—daddy? Don’t I get to cum?” You asked in a meek voice. Jimin shot you a hard, dirty look.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

You didn’t answer, afraid that it was rhetorical.

“It may be your birthday, but a birthday girl doesn’t get anything if she’s been bad. I’ve fucked you, isn’t that enough for you?” Jimin asked and before you could protest, he snapped his fingers. “Lets go, I can’t stand in this dirty club anymore.” He ordered and you hastily pulled down your dress over your bare ass and followed Jimin. He rest his hand on your lower back as he led you back to the room to retrieve your belongings and then to the elevators that had taken you here. As you stood waiting for the elevators to arrive, you glanced sideways at Jimin who stoically kept his gaze on the shiny elevator doors. His side profile was so captivating you couldn’t help but allow your eyes to linger over his features for a second longer.

“Craving for a round two?” Jimin asked. You turned forward quickly and he snorted.

“N-No...” you said, suddenly reminded of Jimin’s seed that you kept in your womb. “Were you really that mad?” You asked with starry eyes. Jimin pursed his lips and the elevators dinged. He stepped in and once the doors closed in front of you, Jimin’s hand snaked around you and he squeezed your hip.

“I would never be furious with you, baby. I just didn’t expect you to go dancing. I reserved us a room for a reason.” He snorted and guilt washed over you.

“I’m sorry, I was so dumb and inconsiderate.” You shook your head as you faced the ground.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said while raising your head with his finger. Jimin looked into your eyes and smiled warmly. “Don’t say that. That’s the last thing you are. All I see is a strong, beautiful woman whom I can never get out of my mind.” The two of you giggled at the last part and Jimin pulled your face forward for a gentle kiss and whispered against your soft lips.

“Happy birthday.”

[pseudonymfox]

Abort Mission (8)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend have powers, now he is dead and you are  expecting a baby. Hydra is interested in the child so they send the  Winter Soldier. What happens if Bucky unexpectedly falls for you…

This Part: Accidental confession are made and both you and Bucky get closer and closer until you finally give birth...

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, language, angst, fluff, birth

A/N: yeah I just wanted to get over the birth lol thats why it’s so short but anyway I hope I don’t offend anyone with this cause I have no Idea about how birth is and everything included to this but I tried my best. Tell me if I did something wrong or let me know about your experience?? :D

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Today is the day. You got into early labor a few hours ago. In the beginning it wasn’t that bad, more uncomfortable but that changed rather quickly. Also you water didn’t break yet and the time in between the contraction wasn’t short enough, so you didn’t wanted to go to any doctor or hospital for now. You didn’t wanted to tell Bucky this soon but he also woke up the second you did with your first contractions and it took a long time convincing him not to drag you to a hospital. Anyone would probably send you away again anyways.

Since New Year’s and your sweet little moment you shared it was almost as always and yet different, like a relationship but unofficially or an unspoken one. Could be also possible that you got delusional through you lack of sleep and imagined it all. Who knows.

Besides all of that you got mostly every month a package or letters from Abi and George, filled with self made baby clothes or other things. Sadly they told you right at the beginning of the New Year that Hunter died. Your sweet little beagle you learned to love so much but time goes on and you learned to live with it. Right in the early mornings you awoke once again from the pain in your lower abdomen. Nothing really helped besides waiting for the end.

“Again? We should go now come one” Bucky lifted his sleepy head from his bed and started to dress himself but you stopped him by his wrist.

“No we had that conversation already Buck. Just lay down again. I’ll be fine in a minute or so” you said through gritted teeth assuring him. Bucky got into something like a protective-dad mode which you of course liked but you weren’t sure if he wanted to be a father figure or if you pushed that onto him. Both of you never talked about anything what happens after you gave birth to your son. All that was said was to get out of the country until then.

“Can we talk about something?” you asked, the pain slowly letting go again.

“Something specific?” he said cross legged next to you, holding your hand assuring.

“About what happens if it goes downhill” you said looking up to him but he simply stood up walked to the bathroom with you following because that needed to be said.

“We gotta talk about it. Maybe I am being paranoid and crazy but I want to at least talk about it.” you kept you glance on him as he sternly started brushing his teeth.

“I don’t” Bucky said in between.

“That doesn’t matter. If you don’t wanna fine but just listen: If I don’t make it you take care of this child, if we both don’t make it than I want you to go and find Steve. I know he’s important to you and if you don’t have that bagage anymore then please do me a favor and find your best friend..otherwise I’ll haunt your ass down as a ghost” you chuckled trying to keep this as simple as possible. There was just that small chance of something happening so you don’t want to say that this is your last goodbye to Bucky or something.

“Alright” he smiled, and you hold your finger out to him. “-promise?”you asked smirking but he hesitated a bit to long.

“Oh my god Bucky..I didn’t say it will happen. I just want to you to promise me that you will take care of him and yourself. Alright?” Gladly he linked your fingers together but held onto it after you wanted to let go again. “Now you promise me something” he suggested firmly, you only nodded in response.

“If and only if something goes wrong you won’t just give up. You will fight against it and give your very very best” he said, his voice getting quieter with the last words. “Of course” you replied and got up as he wanted to go in for a hug. That isn’t a stupid rom-com where you made your last promise or something. So you won’t cry or even hug him or be sentimal

“That isn’t emotional Bucky” you said and could almost hear his eyes roll and the sigh he did.

“Can’t even get a hug anymore.” you heard him mumble. “Oh please..” you chuckled, sitting down onto the couch you laid your head onto the back. Your hands on your belly hoping to just stop it, you weren’t ready for being in labor like at all, your anxiety increased with like every second. Only a minute or so passed as you heard the sound of a camera going off. Lifting your head you looked confused to Bucky who had a instant camera in his hands, shaking the picture that just came out.

“What are you doing?” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Don’t you want some picture for afterwards?” he replied and looked at the picture showing it in your direction. It was immense to see you from that point of view, with the huge pump you got, a messy bun and clearly the signs of the lack of sleep. “Where and when did you even brought this?” you exclaimed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“from the market. This old guy sold it me for a few bucks” Bucky smirked and took another picture from you. “Would you stop?” you chuckled and hid your face from him.

“No you will regret this if I’ll stop. Look they are really good” He got up and showed you the pictures he had in his journal. Just totally random picture from you or outside or things in your apartment. As he looked at the pictures you took quickly the camera also taking pictures of him. “Oh yes they are” you laughed taking a few more before he snatched it out of your hand. Another contraction struck through you, it lasted a bit longer now but not long  enough and the time in between was also still way to long.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Bucky ask worried. “I’m fine, just a harder one I guess” you assured.

“We should really go see someone now” he said. But you didn’t wanna. You are not ready for this. What if you are a terrible mom or you do something out of accident.

“You don’t have much of a choice” he chuckled. “Yes I have. We wait til my water breaks ok?” you tried to argue which was totally not the best time to do. The contraction stopped now anyways.  

“I don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Calm down ok. They are still not near enough to go to a hospital” you said drinking another glass of water. You knew it’s time now, with every contraction the pain also increased.

“How many did you have til now?” Bucky asked while scribbling something down.

“I don’t know?five maybe more” you thought and looked to Bucky who closed it again.

“Are you writing them down?Why are you already a better mol than I am?” you shook your head laughing.

“Yes I am writing them down but I won’t be a better mom, you can believe me that”

he looked up to you now.

“We didn’t exactly talked about it or us but I thought if you want to of course-” you stopped thinking about it. You would feel guilty if you did it, like you are betraying Luke or something. You are certain that he’s dead and that you wanted a father figure for your son but you couldn’t bring yourself to it to even ask Bucky that because would he even want that?

“Yeeeah?” Bucky looked confused to you, bringing you out of your little daydream.

“Uhh if you wanted to stay in the room with me.” you cleared your thought and quickly changed your original idea.

“Like I would leave you alone” he said coming up to your side, right in the moment as you laid your glass into the sink you felt another one rushing in much earlier then the last ones and much stronger too. Groaning you leaned onto the sink, gripping the sides tightly, seems like you also didn’t have much control right now as the sink froze were still water was. You felt Bucky caressing your back and giving your courage. Suddenly you felt this wet warm fluid that run down your legs. It’s time now and you are still not ready for it.

“Bucky...My water just broke” you brought out with shaky voice. His hand stopped going in circles for a second.

“Ok then let’s go or no you sit down I’ll go get your bag” he stuttered and helped you away from the sink and down onto a chair. As he run around the room looking for the bag you already packed a week ago because you were so impatient.

“No we wait. There’s still time..I- I wanna wait” you sobbed quietly out from the pain increasing through the contractions.

“til the baby comes? I didn’t get to the chapter yet” he exclaimed with sarcastic undertone and as you looked up you saw the smile on his lips just as you thought he would be. Tears struck in your eyes already burning.

“You wanna meet your son? then we go to the hospital now. It will be over in no time. I know that you can do it and I won’t leave your side” he took your hand and his and squeezed it a couple of times to assure and comfort you. It helped a lot but pain like this is stronger.

“Ok” you said with a following sob and let go of him to change into a new pair of sweatpants and put on your shoes and Jacket. The elevator was thankfully empty, the ride to the hospital was not so nice, the driver didn’t really like someone almost giving birth in his car.

Coming to the hospital you leaned onto the front desk while Bucky talked to her.

“How can I help you sir?” she looked to Bucky not even noticing you.

“My Girlfriend is in labor!?” he pointed to you and also keeping a hand on your back. The nurse whistled someone over, a lady helped you into a wheelchair and rolled you away, in a different direction. Looking back towards Bucky you saw him going after you but the madam kept him on the spot. Your nurse also kept you up with questions it made you anxious to be alone with strangers, her english wasn’t the best but didn’t matter anyway now. There was a baby that wanted to come out!

“What are the names?” the front desk lady asked Bucky as he kept his stare into the hallway where you disappeared.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I am..Bucky Barnes” he told her with hesitation but he couldn’t concentrate now.

“Are you the father sir?”

“...sir?” she raised her voice again.

“uh..yes” he said and not because he really wanted to be something like that because he was scared that he weren’t allowed into the room or..in case something would happen from the things you talked about. On the way to your room she asked a bit more but left him alone as they stood before the room.

“Heeeeeeey buckyyy” you said with silly voice. Exactly the opposite from what he thought would happen.

“How are you?” he smirked at you, who sat sideways in a hospital gown there and giggled through her contractions.

“Weird. They already gave me some painkillers and the epidural and now I can’t feel my legs” you told him, your eyes fluttering every few seconds. Two nurses always kept you company checking some things and just getting ready. Contraction after contraction and you still had to wait which was unbearable to do.

“I am hungry” you muttered in between huffing and panting while holding onto Bucky’s hand tightly, you saw his knuckles already turning white.

“You can have whatever you want afterwards” He said. The nurse helping you through the next one telling you that you have to push after the next one and that she would get the doctor now.

“I liked that you called me your girlfriend” you said again with closed eyes, your forehead sweaty but he wouldn’t have it another way according to the other ways that could have happened. He brought his hand up to your face to swipe away a few hair strands that sticked to your face.

“Really?” his smiled disappeared taking that rather serious even tho he is certain that you will forget about this with whatever is in your blood right now. You hummed in response as the doctors and nurses helped you through your pushes, you didn’t much of the pain. More like somehow what really is going on. It was really weird. The nurse counted them down to help you through it. Another one hour or so of pushes you finally welcomed your son into the world. You did it you kept hearing them say as they laid him on your chest for a minute. His soft cries echoed through the room as you cried too. The pain and worries disappearing with just one look at him.

As they were done with the tests and all the stuff you laid in bed with Bucky sitting beside you, your little still unnamed son in your arms.

“You know if you have no problem with it I would uhm- I want you to have a voice in this too. In his life and everything. But if you don’t want to it’s fine too” you couldn’t even bring your eyes away from his. He has the bright green ones like his dad which was almost scary to see after all these months, like you forgot him. Bucky wanted to say no if he was being honest but Hydra is gone at least as it seemed to be and his nightmares are away too if he was with you. Your life isn’t perfect that was as clear as a day and it’s gonna be hard from now on but he couldn’t help himself as he leaned to you letting your eyes meet his before he cradled you cheek softly and kissed you.  

You took that as a yes. For now everything was perfect. Sadly nothing was forever...

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Capture.jpeg Chapter 2

Warnings: None

Words: 4,416

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The next two days went by rather quickly as Harald prepared the mansion for Nova’s party. The entire cleaning staff went over the house with a fine-toothed comb, the chefs and bakers spent an entire day on the menu, Harald spared no expense for his daughter, extremely proud of her. But Nova didn't want some big to do for it. She knew this was a huge step for her career and her father was proud of her and that was enough. But she let him do his thing, knowing he had to get it out of his system somehow. After the third or fourth project, he’d relax and simply buy her something ridiculous as praise.

~

“Yes...Yes...A little higher, James...There it is. Wonderful.” Harald said, smiling as he beamed at the banner. Nova bounced down the stairs, shaking her head in amusement at all the hustle and bustle that was going on to prepare for that night.

“Papa, don’t you think this is a bit-Oh, by the gods…” Nova said, reaching her father and seeing the banner that had just been hung. Harald chuckled and put an arm around her, kissing her temple. The banner was littered with her pictures and over the pictures were the words, ‘Congratulations Nova! #1 Photographer’. Nova looked up at him and giggled. “Papa, this is a bit much, don’t you think? I didn't even get into Vogue or anything like that. It’s just a big magazine in Norway. Local shit.”

“That’s still big, Nova. It’s the most popular magazine in Norway. Everyone will know you.” Harald said, still positively glowing with pride for her. Nova giggled and tossed her dark curls over her shoulder, lifting up to kiss his cheek.

“As if they don’t know me already? Nova Finehair, daughter of the biggest mafia family in Norway?” She teased, giving him a look. Harald gave her one right back and said, “I’ve done everything to keep you away from that side of the family, Nova.”

“Yet, you’re intending me to marry into the Lothbrok family? Way to keep me safe, Papa.” She giggled. Harald shook his head and chuckled.

“If I had another daughter with less ambition, she would be marrying their son. But I have you and Thalisson. You will still be kept safe, Nova. I promise you that.” He said, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. Nova smiled and chuckled. “Now, where are you off to?”

“The studio then the garage. They said my car is ready.” Nova said.

“If you make it to the garage.” Harald teased. Nova giggled. She often spent more time than she realized at her studio and on many occasions, she was late or never showed up to family events because of it.

“I just need to pick up the prints for the magazine. I drop them off tomorrow and the issue is out on Monday.” Nova said, heading for the door.

“Don’t forget to pick up the dress for tonight!” Harald called. Nova gave a small wave behind her as she walked out the door. Harald chuckled and shook his head, going back to setting up the foyer.

~

Nova made quick work of the studio, having one of the family’s drivers take her then drop her off to get her car. She made a quick pit stop to pick up the dress her father had designed for her then stopped for a quick lunch before heading back home and getting ready. People had already started showing up, her uncle Halfdan was the first one there, of course.

“Nova!” Halfdan called as she walked in, him and Harald walking out of her father’s office, both men with a glass of whiskey in their hands. Nova smiled as a maid whisked her dress away up to her room and went to them both. Halfdan smiled and hugged her tight, kissing both her cheeks. “Congratulations, Nova. This is wonderful.”

“Thank you, Uncle,” Nova said. “When did you get here?”

“Just after you left, according to your father,” Halfdan said with a chuckle, glancing at his brother. Nova chuckled.

“I had to stop by the studio and get my car.” She said. “But I'm sure Papa will send someone out if I need anything else now.”

Harald smiled and nodded. “Of course. You need to go get ready. Everyone should be here soon.” He said. Nova gave him a look and Halfdan chuckled.

“Papa. When did you tell people this started? It's barely 1!” She laughed. Harald chuckled.

“Just go get ready, Nova. Don't worry about anything else.” Harald said, stepping forward to kiss her cheek and send her off upstairs. Nova giggled and said goodbye to her uncle before traipsing up the stairs to shower and get her hair done.

“Does she know Ragnar is coming with his family?” Halfdan asked, looking to his brother. Harald looked at him and smiled, clapping his back.

“She will,” Harald said. “She needs to worry about her tonight. I will introduce them when the time is right. She knows she’s been offered to Ivar.”

“Do you think she will accept him?” Halfdan asked. Harald shrugged and finished his drink.

“Who can say when it comes to that girl?” Harald and Halfdan both chuckled. Harald let out a soft sigh and said, “She’s a free spirit like her mother.”

Halfdan put a hand on his brother's shoulder and said, “Let's get another drink.”

Harald gave a hearty laugh as Halfdan led his brother to the bar that was being set up outside.

~

Ivar sighed as he walked into the mansion with Hvitserk and Ubbe. He fiddled with his shirt as they joined the throng of people. A butler approached them, offering a glass of champagne, that they gladly accepted, before pushing through the crowd to find Ragnar and the rest. Ivar, Hvitserk, and Ubbe had only just driven in from business up north with the other families. Ivar separated himself from his brothers after he spotted Sigurd looking smug as usual. He wasn’t quite ready to deal with that yet, he was nowhere near drunk enough. He downed his glass of champagne and made his way to the bar for a double shot.

“Skol,” Ivar said, taking his drink and turning to scan the crowd. He saw a familiar mane of dark curls approach the bar and he smiled. She laughed as she turned to him, her head tilting a little when she saw him and recognized him.

“Hey.” She said, her voice still with a lingering laughter. Ivar smiled.

“Hey. Photographer girl, right?” He teased, pointing a finger at her, still holding his glass. She smiled at him as her friends tapped her shoulder and said goodbye to her and separated. She turned and waved to them, with a smile, before turning back to Ivar.

“Yeah. What are you doing here?” She asked. Ivar chuckled and said, “I can ask the same.”

She gave him a look and set her glass on the bar, ordering another drink. Ivar looked her over. Her curls had been pinned back, half up and braided. She wore a knee-length gold dress with a black lace overlay that dipped to show her cleavage. Ivar had to admit; she looked good. He still didn't know her name, the name on her insurance card was her company’s, yet he would much prefer to spend his time with her than meet his possible blushing bride-to-be, Nova. If she was anything like the daughters of the other families, she would be just another stuck up, princess who would bitch about everything.

When she turned back to him, drink in hand, he smiled and said, “Harald invited me and my family.”

She raised her eyebrows and gave a little, ‘Hmm.’

“I wasn’t aware he had.” She said with a soft laugh. The comment struck him as odd, but he brushed past it and said, “How’s the car? Not too serious?”

“No. Just a quick fix at the garage. Not too bad. Plus one of the mechanic’s daughters was one of my models, so I told him I’d give him a free package if he could help me out.” She giggled, wrinkling her nose. Ivar laughed and nodded, rather impressed.

“Bribery at its finest.” Ivar laughed.

“What about your car?” She asked, sipping her drink. Ivar shrugged.

“My dad found out and ripped me a new one. But it’s still in the shop.” He said. Over his shoulder, she saw Harald catch her eye and wave her over. She nodded at him and looked at Ivar with a sweet smile, laying a hand on his arm.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go. But I’ll see you around the party?” She said, moving past him. Ivar turned with her, catching her hand. She looked at him as he smiled.

“You look great, by the way.” He said. She smiled and gave him a small wink.

“Thanks. You do too.” She said. Ivar let his hand trail across her hand as she giggled and walked away. He watched her and smirked. He jumped, suddenly, as a hand descended on his shoulder. He looked back and sighed as Hvitserk came up on his left, smirking.

“Brother,” Ivar said, looking back to where his dark-haired beauty had disappeared.

“Father wants you,” Hvitserk said, scanning a gaggle of girls as they passed before looking at Ivar, who glanced at him.

“Now?” Ivar asked. Hvitserk chuckled and patted his shoulder.

“Now. Harald is about to make his speech and present Nova.” Hvitserk said. Ivar sighed and turned to follow his brother back inside, weaving their way through the crowd to join the family, who stood off to the side of a small stage at the end of the grand staircase in the foyer.

“Harald really goes all out, doesn’t he?” Ubbe commented, coming up behind his brothers, chuckling. Ivar glanced at him and let out a soft laugh. “So. Hvitty. Have you met Cassandra yet?”

Hvitserk smirked and said, “She’s not here. Horik never showed.”

“It’s because Horik is a coward. I should have proposed you to Nova instead of his daughter.” Ragnar growled. Ivar glanced at his father and hid a smirk.

“Why not switch us then?” Ivar asked. He was damn near desperate to get out of this arranged marriage bullshit. Plus, Hvitserk would fuck anything with two sets of lips, so Ivar knew there would be no protest on his end. However, that thought didn't enter Ragnar’s mind as he smacked the back of his son’s head, making Ivar hiss and rub the back of his head. “Gods...You could have just said no.”

“Nova is Harald’s youngest. Cassandra is Horik’s third child. Things are set in place for a reason, Ivar.” Ragnar said. Ivar sighed as Harald came down the stairs, the foyer erupting in applause.

Harald smiled and waved as he stepped onto the stage, taking a mic from one of his staff. He chuckled and motioned to the crowd for silence. The noise quieted as Harald began to speak.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming.” He started. “This is a special night, as my daughter has finally achieved her first feature in Nordic Styles Magazine.”

The room filled with applause once more as the banner was unfurled and a screen dropped down as a slideshow started, showing the pictures Nova took for her spread. Ivar blinked in surprise, leaning back to ask Ragnar, “Did you know she was a photographer?”

Ragnar chuckled. “It is a pleasant surprise, is it not?” He said.

“Unfortunately, my son, Thalisson is away on business, but my brother, Halfdan is blessed with the honor of introducing my daughter this evening,” Harald said. Halfdan stepped onto the stage and took the mic from him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to present to you, my beautiful niece, Nova Finehair.” Halfdan turned and once again, the group roared with applause as Nova came down the stairs in her black lace and gold dress, beaming in pride, though her cheeks colored in a slight embarrassment at how absolutely extra he just had to be for this. She reached the stage and Halfdan took her hand, kissing it before bringing her to her father, who took her hands and kissed her cheeks.

“So, that’s your future wife...Shit, if I wasn’t already married.” Ubbe snickered. Ivar stared at her in shock, making Ubbe looked at his youngest brother and snicker again. “See? I’m not the only one shocked how hot she is.”

Hvitserk chuckled, looking to Ubbe before he looked at Ivar. He nudged him. “Ivar? Hello?” Hvitserk said. Ivar blinked and looked at him.

“What?” Ivar said. Before Hvitserk could repeat himself, Ragnar moved him aside and said to Ivar, “Come. It’s time for you to meet her.”

He pushed Ivar forward as the applause died down and Nova stepped down with Harald off the stage. Nova looked up and tried to bite back her complete amusement at Ivar’s shock.

“Ivar. I’m very glad you could make it tonight. And you Ragnar. I trust your family are enjoying the party?” Harald asked with a chuckle as Ubbe took a tray of shots from one of the butlers and the three brothers began to take them while Bjorn shook his head at his little brothers, amused. Ragnar glanced at his brood and smirked.

“Very much so. Thank you, Harald, for inviting us.” Ragnar said. Harald bowed his head in respect before turning to smile at Nova.

“This is my daughter, Nova. Nova, this is Ragnar from the Kattegat family, and his son, Ivar.” Harald said, holding his hand out to each of them. Nova giggled and nodded.

“Yes. I know...We’ve met before.” She said, unable to control her giggling, Ivar still stunned. Harald and Ragnar both looked at her in surprise.

“You have?” Harald asked, casting a glance to Ragnar. Nova giggled and nodded, turning to look up at her father.

“Yes. He’s the one that I got into that car accident with the other day.” Nova said, looking from her father to Ivar with another giggle. Ragnar sighed and looked at Ivar. Ivar saw the movement from the corner of his eye and turned to Ragnar.

“She was the one who hit you?” Ragnar asked, giving his son a look.

“Father, I promise you, I didn't know who she was!” Ivar said. Nova giggled and stepped forward, placing a hand on each of their arms.

“It’s alright. Neither of us were hurt.” Nova said. Ragnar sighed and gave his son another look. Harald chuckled and stepped between them to clap Ragnar’s shoulder.

“Well, let’s give these two time to get to know each other, hmm?” Harald said, leading Ragnar away. Ivar sighed and rubbed his face, turning back to Nova.

“So, you knew who I was the entire time, didn't you?” Ivar asked, unable to help a smile. Nova bit her lip and giggled with a shake of her head.

“No. Not the entire time.” She said, taking his arm and leading him through the foyer and out to the garden. “I didn't realize who you were until you mentioned the gods. Most people in Norway don’t pray to the gods anymore. They’re all Christians or Catholics.”

Ivar chuckled and nodded. “True...But why didn't you tell me who you were?” He asked. Nova shrugged and said, “I wasn’t sure which of his sons you were. I knew you weren’t Sigurd or Ubbe. And Bjorn is well older than you.”

“Ah. So you wanted me to suffer, is that it?” Ivar asked, giving her a teasing smirk. Nova giggled and shrugged, letting go of his arm as they reached the garden. She took a few steps more in then turned to him.

“So…” Nova said. Ivar gave a soft sigh, knowing what was on her mind. The only reason he was even here; their marriage. Ivar nodded and walked past her, going to jump onto the marble wall, leaning his hands on the edge.

“So…” Ivar repeated, giving a soft chuckle. “How do you feel about this whole...Arranged marriage thing?”

Nova sighed and crossed her arms, slowly making her way over to him, standing in front of him. “How do you feel about it?” She asked. Ivar chuckled.

“Now, see, that’s not fair.” He said, pointing a finger at her, making her chuckle. “You are a fantastic catch. Smart, talented, beautiful…”

Ivar blinked, realizing what he said. Nova bit her lip and smiled, uncrossing her arms and clasping her hands in front of her. Ivar chuckled and sighed, hanging his head for a moment before looking up at her.

“And then there’s me. The black sheep of the legendary Lothbrok family, reigning mafia of the illustrious Kattegat...I’m the lucky one if you agree to this.” Ivar said. Nova chuckled.

“Well, I don’t think you’re a black sheep. You’re just...Misunderstood.” Nova said. “I got lucky that Papa allowed me to pursue this photography thing. I did it at first to rebel, but...He saw I really had a talent for it and wanted to keep me away from the drugs and the money and the killings so I could ‘make something of myself’.”

Both of them laughed as she pulled some dramatics, placing the back of her hand to her forehead.

“That is lucky. Father practically loses it when he finds out I’m late for meetings or deals because I was out shooting.” Ivar said, glancing off into the distance, the faint glow of the party barely reaching them. “I wish he would be even a fraction as happy for me as Harald is for you…”

Nova tilted her head as a soft, yet somber smile touched her lips. She moved closer, inserting herself between his legs and cupped his cheek. Ivar’s eyes were bright with tears he hadn’t noticed as he looked at her, his vision slightly blurred from them. She smiled and slowly dropped her hand to let her fingers trail along his cheek.

“Don’t let him get to you. If it’s what you love, keep doing it. The worst he can do is disown you. Because you like photography? That’s not exactly in his best interest to have that spread around, is it?” Nova said, softly, dropping her hand completely, resting it on his thigh, lightly. Ivar chuckled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

“You are quite the manipulator, aren’t you?” Ivar chuckled and added a softer, “Little dove…”

Nova smiled and glanced down at her hands as Ivar looked her over, biting his lip, briefly. He shifted, sliding off the wall to stand as she looked up at him. It was incredible. Here, in front of him, was the girl he wanted to know, wanted to spend more time with after just a few times meeting, and yet she was the one their fathers wanted to marry off. She was nothing like the other girls, the other Princesses, she was just...Her. It was rather refreshing to him. He reached up a hand to cup her cheek, but a rustling behind them made them turn, Ivar’s mood immediately souring as Sigurd sauntered through the bushes and the grass.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little prince.” He said, his hands behind his back.

“What do you want, Sigurd? Did Father send you?” Ivar asked. Sigurd shook his head as he stepped forward.

“No. But I saw you leave the party with our princess here and I thought I’d keep an eye on her.” Sigurd said.

“I can’t be alone with her? You do recall that we’re supposed to be married?” Ivar said. Sigurd nodded and came closer.

“Yes. I know. But I fear she doesn’t quite understand who it is she’s marrying.” Sigurd said, coming to stand by Nova.

“Well, unless I’m mistaken, Sigurd,” Nova started. “I haven’t agreed to your father’s proposal.”

Sigurd smirked and turned to her. “Well, that’s good. You still have time to refuse him. You see, Princess, I don’t know how much you know about Ivar, but he isn’t the best choice. He can be cold and ruthless. Downright insane. But if you choose to marry me, well, my dear, you will be choosing the better brother.” Sigurd said. He reached up to touch her face as Ivar sent him a death glare. But before Ivar could speak up or do anything, Nova’s hand shot out, gripping Sigurd’s before he could touch her. The sudden movement shocked both men as it did when Nova twisted his hand while still gripping it, the pain forcing Sigurd to his knee.

“I don’t like to be touched. And it’s quite rude to one, interrupt a conversation like that. Two, insult your own brother. And three, presume to speak to me in that manner, as though I were just another mafia bimbo that has no class, no self-respect and will let any man under her skirt that shows her attention.” Nova said, her grip tightening with each breath. Sigurd hung his head as he tried to pry Nova’s hand off his own. Ivar watched in shock and also in amusement, seeing his brother brought so low. “Now. Apologize.”

“I-I’m sorry, Nova…” Sigurd said, trying to keep the whimper of pain from his voice. Ivar snickered. Nova smirked and said, “Not to me.”

Both Ivar and Sigurd looked at her. “What?” They said.

“You very rudely insulted your brother, who has been nothing but kind to me. You shouldn’t undermine him so, now apologize to him.” Nova said, rather level-headed. Sigurd glared at her.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Sigurd remarked. Nova gave a bored sigh, glancing away as she dug her nails into his skin and twisted his arm, making him yelp at the sudden pain. “I’m sorry, Ivar!”

“For?” Ivar prompted. Sigurd glared at him with a growl as Nova giggled, glancing back at him.

“Oh, please…” Sigurd muttered. Nova looked at him, her other hand flying to grip his forearm.

“You might think I’m some dainty princess, but I assure you, I can easily snap your arm in half.” Nova threatened.

“I’m sorry for insulting you, brother,” Sigurd growled. Nova smiled.

“There. That wasn’t hard, was it? Now, I want you to leave. This is my party and I don’t want your attitude and negativity around. Am I clear?” Nova said, rather sweetly. Sigurd nodded and Nova released his arm. He hissed and gripped his arm as he stood. Nova raised an eyebrow at him. He looked between the pair and grumbled, “You two are fucking perfect for each other. You’re both complete psychos…”

Sigurd continued muttering to himself as he walked away, back inside. Nova sighed and turned to Ivar, who was now feeling completely in love with this woman after that display. She gave a small giggle as Ivar took a step closer.

“Well, someone knows how to handle herself.” He teased. Nova smirked as he added, “You didn't do that to me when I touched you.”

“Jealous?” She teased back. Ivar chuckled.

“Kind of.” They both laughed, softly, then Ivar slowly lifted his hand, curling his fingers and gently brushed against her cheek. Nova gave a small giggle and said, softly, “His touch wasn’t wanted.”

Ivar smiled and moved even closer, his other hand resting on her hip, lightly. Harald stepped into the garden and scanned it, soon catching the sight of Nova and Ivar.

“Ah! There you two are!” He called. Ivar looked up as Nova sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, then turned. Harald gave Ivar a hard stare, brief as it was, but it was enough to make Ivar take a step back. Harald’s face dropped as his daughter turned to him and he smiled as he approached them. “Ivar, your mother and father are staying here tonight, along with Bjorn. Ubbe and Hvitserk are leaving tonight, with Sigurd. If you’d like to stay as well, I can have a room set up for you.”

Ivar glanced down at Nova, who smiled, lightly, casting a sideways glance at him. He smirked and nodded, “I’d love to stay. Thank you, Harald.” Ivar said. Harald nodded and held out a hand, slightly blocking Nova from walking forward. Ivar bowed his head before walking back up the path, leaving Harald to walk with Nova.

“It’s almost as if you don’t trust me with the man you want me to marry,” Nova said, walking back with her father, who had held out his arm to her. Nova took it as they re-entered the foyer.

“I trust him...Once you are engaged and married. There has been no official betrothal yet, so I do not trust him to be alone with you.” Harald said. Nova giggled and looked at him.

“Well, I can handle myself if he gets too handsy. You made sure of that.” She said, lifting to kiss Harald’s cheek. “I’m tired. Thank you for the party, Papa.’

“You deserve it, my daughter,” Harald said, kissing her forehead, cupping her cheek. “Go rest, child.”

“Goodnight, Papa,” Nova said. She caught a few friends’ eyes and waved goodnight as she made her way to the stairs. She cast a glance out over the crowd and smiled as she caught Ivar’s gaze as he spoke with Bjorn and Ubbe. He already had another drink in his hand as he smiled at her, giving her a small wink. Nova giggled and gave a small wave before disappearing down the hall. Harald had followed Nova’s gaze to Ivar and felt a pinch of annoyance, seeing the way Ivar watched his daughter. His irritation quickly faded as Ragnar came up behind him and said, “She seems fond of him.”

“As he seems to be,” Harald said, glancing at him. Ragnar chuckled and patted Harald’s shoulder.

“Shall we discuss the engagement tomorrow?” He asked. Harald turned away from Ivar, giving Ragnar his full attention.

“Yes. We shall. But Nova has not told me she wishes to marry him, yet. She may be fond of him, Ragnar, but marriage is something she will decide for herself.” Harald said. Ragnar nodded.

“Of course.” Ragnar said, bowing his head. “Aslaug is saying goodnight to some friends then I think we’ll retire for the evening.”

“Of course. Just ask one of the maids. They will make sure you are comfortable.” Harald said with a smile.

“Thank you, my friend.” Ragnar said, shaking his hand before leaving him to find his wife.

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Emaziska 007 AU Sequel: Vindicta Chapter 6

I paced around the room, waiting to be called in. I'm ready to get out there but the only way I'll be put back in the field is if I passed so foolish test. The whole thing's a waste of time. “Franziska”. Miles was standing in the doorway. “She's ready for you,” he said. I nodded and followed him to L's office. He stopped in front of her door. “If it were my decision, I wouldn't let you back on the field. You're not ready. I know it, you know it, we all know it. But L will make the call, not me. So, if she does clear you for active service, the thing I can tell you is good luck...big sister,” Miles said. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. “Thanks, little brother”. I walked in. L was sitting at her desk. Her eyes glanced at me. “Sit down”. I sat in the chair across from her. “I've reviewed your test,” L said. “And?”. She sighed. “Consider yourself lucky. You passed. But just barely. You're back on active service. Congratulations”. “You sound really happy,” I joked with a sly smile. She shot me a glare. “Meet your new quartermaster. Then make your way to Monaco. Try not to get yourself killed,” L said. “Yes, ma'am”.

I arrived in Monaco and made my way out of the airport. “Fran!”. I turned to Ema. “So they cleared you for active service after all,” she said. “Isn't that why you're here?” I asked. “Not really. They just told me to pick up one of our agents. Didn't say anything about picking up our most irresistible agent”. I smiled. “Funny. I remember a time when you couldn't stand me,” I said. “Hmph. I could say the same to you. Let's get going,” Ema said. I followed her to the car. “You know, I can never pinpoint the exact to when you stopped hating me,” I said. “Meeting your family changed my perspective of you,” she replied. “So, you still had a strong dislike for me before you got to Manchester?”. She nodded. “Then why go all the way to Manchester to help me?” I asked. “Same reason you saved me from that helicopter. We don't other agents die,” Ema answered. I smiled and opened the car door for her. “And they say chivalry is dead”. “It's the only thing I try to keep alive”.

She walked me to my room. “Mine is right next door. Don't be a stranger,” she said. “When did you become so flirtatious, 008?” I asked. “Right around time when you decided to make a move, 007,” she answered as she caressed my jaw. “I quite like this side of you. I hope to see it more often along with your scars”. “Mhm. Well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that. We have an important mission at hand,” Ema replied. “Oh, such a tease”. She kissed me softly. She broke it off quickly, knowing very well she left me wanting more. “Patience is a virtue,” she said as she gave me a lingering look. Ema turned around and went into her room.

I heard a knock at my door. I guess Ema can't wait after all. I opened the door. A man stood there. “007, in the flesh. Pleasure to meet you. Agent  Zak Gramarye,” he said, extending his hand. I shook it. “Pleasure’s all mine”. “I was hoping I'd be able to test your skills,” he said, holding up a pack of cards. “You play?”. Gramayre shuffled the cards in his hands, showing off a few tricks. “Yeah, you could say that,” he answered. “Then by all means, test me”. He walked in and sat at the table. “I'll be hard on you. That way when you play on the night of the game, it'll be a walk in the park,” he said. “Hm. Alright then”. This guy isn't giving me much credit. He's in for a surprise.

It was the last round and we both went all in. He looked rather pleased with himself as he placed an 8 and 9 of clubs. “A straight flush. You did good. Be glad its not me you have to play against on game day,” Gramayre said. “Why, Mr. Gramyre, I haven't shown my cards yet”. “You haven't folded either”. I smiled. “Well, with a hand like this, I don't think I want to,” I said. His cocky smile disappeared. I placed my cards on the table face up. A king and ace of clubs. “A royal flush”. He chuckled. “I guess they really did pick the right person for the job. You play a good game, von Karma,” he said. “So do you,” I replied as we shook hands over the table. Ema knocked on the door connecting our rooms. “It's open!”. She walked in. “I see you've gotten acquainted with our poker master,” she said. “Honestly, I don't think I should have that title anymore. von Karma here just kicked my ass,” Gramayre said. “Wow, you don’t say”. I smiled and shrugged. “Guess you should have no problem against Swallow then. Good, one less thing to worry about. You seen Gavin, Gramayre?” Ema said. “Uh, I think he said he was gonna have a smoke. Must be outside,” he answered. “Hm. If you see him before I do, tell him Q called. Something about one of those gadgets he gave him”. Gramayre nodded. “I can tell him. I could use the fresh air,” I said. “I suppose so. Plus it'll be good for you two to meet before the actual mission,” Ema said. “Right then. I'll get going”. I walked to the door. “Oh, before I forget. There's a package for you at the front desk. A special welcome back gift from MI6,” Ema said. I nodded and left.

After I got the package, I went outside to look for Agent Gavin. I looked all around but couldn't find him anywhere. He probably went back inside and I missed him. As I made my way back inside, I opened the package. It was a car key. I stopped in my tracks. There was a card with it too. “Welcome back, 007! We're so glad you're not dead! We managed to convince L to let you have our special car model straight from Q branch. Hope you enjoy and try to bring it back in one piece! With love, your fellow MI6 agents”. I smiled. A bunch of people from HQ signed it. This is the most wholesome thing I've ever received from that place. I walked over to the parking lot and pressed the lock button on the key. The car made a quick beep. I looked around trying to follow the sound. I kept pressing the button to find it. Each time I moved, I felt as if I was getting nowhere. Where is this bloody thing?! I looked in the packaging to see if they left a note saying where they parked. There was a little slip of paper. “Good luck finding it! Sorry, but we don't love you that much! That's what you get for making us think you were dead, you cheeky cunt.”. There was a heart at the end of the note. Funny, I’m finding it a bit difficult to feel the love.

After about five minutes, I was about to give up. I pressed the button once more and heard the beep louder than before. I followed it and it got louder each time. I finally got to the car. It was… a blue 1994 Ford Aspire. I just looked at it, mouth agape, in utter disbelief. I pressed the button on the key again. It beeped. Yeah, this was the car. I unlocked it and sat in the driver's seat. The interior was… just terrible. It smelled like cigarettes and some other unidentifiable smell. This has to be some sick joke. I just sat in the driver's seat, completely crushed. They couldn't pick a good car? Like the Honda Civic. That was a good car. Had great gas mileage. I looked around the car and noticed another set of keys with a note attached. “If you thought this has to be a sick joke, you were right! Here are the keys to your actual car, 007.”. I chuckled. You fucking bastards. I got out of the car and pressed the button on the key. The car next to this one beeped. I walked over and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a Aston Martin DB5. This car is a classic. Damn, this is way better than a Honda Civic.

As I made my way back inside, I noticed Swallow. He was walking with another man to a car. The other man was massive. With my curiosity peaked, I went back to the car and followed them. They drove to an old cobblestone plaza. I parked farther away and walked up to the plaza. I hid and watched them from afar. I couldn't see the person they were meeting, as they stayed in the shadows. “MI6 has made their move. They have an agent in the game,” their voice was modulated. “What about it?” Swallow said. “You can't let them win! If they win, our plans will be ruined. I think you know what will happen to you if they do”. “Leave her out of this,” Swallow said. The massive man placed his hand on his shoulder. Swallow looked up at him scared. “You don't order me around, Swallow. Win that game or else”. The mysterious figure stepped forward. I shifted over to try and get a better look at them. A loud crack emitted from under me. I stepped on a fucking twig. Their looked in my direction. “What was that? Terry, check it out. If someone's there, kill them,” the mysterious figure said. Oh shit. I have to be careful. I started to back away as he walked over to me. If he finds me, Im dead. There's no way I can fight that guy and survive. Managed to get out of plaza but he was still following me. I grabbed a rock and threw it to divert his attention. He walked over to where I threw it and I took that opportunity to escape. I started walking back to the car. I heard heavy footsteps behind me. Shit, shit, shit. Just keep walking. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Don't look back. They're right behind me. I was starting to sweat. “Franziska,” a voice whispered in my ear. I turned around, whipping out my pistol. There was no one there. I look around and there was no one. I lowered my gun and took a deep breath. Still seeing things. I put my gun in the waistband of my pants and continued walking to the car.

As I walked into the lobby, I bumped into a woman. “Oh crap. I'm sorry, miss,” I said. She was a small woman. Her skin was pale in contrast with her bright red hair. She looked very elegant in a slimming white dress that hugged her curves. She looked at me sweetly. “Oh, it's nothing to worry about. I must've been in my own world,” she said. She stared at me. I raised a brow. “Have we met before?” she asked. “I think I would've remembered you,” I said, smoothly. She giggled. “Oh, well aren't you a flirt, Ms…”. “von Karma. Franziska von Karma,” I answered. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Ms. von Karma. Dahlia Hawthorne”. “Likewise, Ms. Hawthorne,” I said. “What brings you to Monaco?” she asked. “Other than the beaches? Poker”. I can see this peaked her interest. She has something to do with this weeks poker game. “Oh, that makes sense”. “How so?” I asked, confused by what she meant by that. “I'm not quite sure how to describe it. You look like someone who would play. Something about you makes me think you're experienced in taking risk when the stakes are high,” she said, smiling. I smiled back. “Well, you might be able to see that for yourself, Ms. Hawthorne”. She chuckled. “Maybe. I hope that our paths cross again, Ms. von Karma,” Ms. Hawthorne said. She started walking away. “Something tells me this won't be the last time”. She looked back at me. “Something tells me that as well”. With that, she left. I watched her leave.

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from anon. It snowed where I live today! The chances for White Christmas are increasing, yey! Now, this was a request but I’m thinking about permanently adding Thomas Sharpe to the characters I write for. Let me know what you think!

Words: 1727 Warnings: none

“Honestly, Thomas, we really should head back. The snowstorm is getting heavier.” You had been waiting for hours. This shortly before Christmas, the post office was extraordinary busy. Huge piles of parcels and packages surrounded you both as you sat there, waiting to pick up some material for Thomas’ machine, important pieces he couldn’t wait for to receive after the holidays, he had said.

You had left for London two days ago, travelling by horse carriage. It had been marvellous—magical and romantic, watching the snow sugar-coating the vast landscape, the many flakes painting the grey sky all the while wrapped in a warm and soft blanket, sitting so close to Thomas you could feel his body heat radiating off him and warming you like the brightest sun.

He had looked incredibly handsome that day—hell, he always looked unbelievably breath-taking. His black hair and the glasses he wore to protect his eyes from the rather weak sunbeams at this time of the year, along with his dark tailcoat and the black gloves… you could spend hours staring at him intently, mustering his thin lips you wanted to taste and hugging the surely somewhat muscly form he hid beneath those neatly tailored garments.

Technically, you were not allowed to have thoughts like that. They were hazardous—endangering your relationship to him. Thomas was, quite frankly, your boss. You supported him with capital and in return, for a little over a year now, he allowed you to live with him in Allerdale Hall. Ever since his sister had died, he felt lonely, he had told you one night after a few glasses of wine.

You could tell he shared a long and depressing history with her—a history you shouldn’t pry into and yet, the compassion you had felt for him went beyond mere friendliness. You had fallen in love with this man that night, learning he had a good heart and a soft nature.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” His soft voice caressed your ears like earmuffs. It was okay, really. You had nowhere else to be. Your own family lived in Scotland and they had abandoned you after you had refused to marry this disgusting old farmer for money. You were better off here. With Thomas. “I know you want to go home.”

Home. Because Crimson Peak was your home now too. The words he spoke sounded like molten candy, like sweet honey running down your throat as you took them in.

“It’s alright, Thomas, really. I’m just worried about the blizzard, it’s getting worse.”

“Mr Sharpe! I am so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long but I’m afraid I have bad news.”

Sighing, you both stood, staring down the owner of the office. “Our courier got stuck in the snowstorm, there has been an incident. He is currently waiting for transportation in Edinburgh. I doubt he will arrive in time before Christmas in two days, and there will be no service on the day of Christmas Eve.”

Just like that, the whole journey, the money you had spent on the driver and the time you had wasted out in the cold, was all in vain.

Thomas nodded ruefully. “That is quite unfortunate. Is he alright?”

It was one of the many reasons why you loved him so much. Even though he would be relinquishing those machinery parts, he still cared—for a stranger he had never met.

“He will be. But you are not planning to leave now, are you?” The owner continued, his eyes widening as he watched Thomas reach for his hat to put it back on. It made him so much taller than he already was, towering up high next to your own form.

“We should. A Christmas tree awaits us.” You tossed in, smiling sweetly at him. It was a quite useful ability when it came to meetings, banks and money. You were of great help to him, right now, however, it earned you pity.

“Half of the city is snowed in. I doubt you will be able to leave, Mrs Sharpe.”

Your heart skipped a beat, your lips parting to correct him but your opposite was faster yet again and Thomas… Thomas seemed to hide an almost… dreamy smile.

“Perhaps you should consider spending the holidays here in London. There is a hotel right around the corner in Hugh Street. I know the owner, a lovely widow. I am sure she has a room for you two.”

Pressing your lips together, you looked up at the man of your desire, your eyes pronouncing the question you did not speak. Should we stay?

“If that is okay for you,” Thomas stated, smiling ever so slightly the butterflies in your belly went crazy with love.

You nodded. “We have not much of a choice. Staying in a warm hotel room is better than travelling in the cold, after all.”

In the end, it really did not matter, as long as you could spend Christmas with him.

“Alright… I will pay for your hotel room. I asked you to join me, after all. Well, still, thank you for your efforts.” He said to the owner then, nodding courtly.

“Good night, Mr Sharpe. Have a merry Christmas.”

“You too, sir,”

The hotel was in fact not far from the post office. Thomas and you were quick to find it, striding through the snow with your faces down to shut out the cold. Every cell of your being longed for you to take his gloved hand in yours but you resisted the urge, instead sucking in a deep breath when the warmth of the heated hotel wrapped around your bodies. ‘Lucinda’s’ the wooden sign read.

“Can I help you?” It was an elderly woman who spoke, waving from behind an old wooden counter. Piles of paper decorated it and a plate full of homemade cookies invited to steal a treat.

“Yes, Lucinda? I was wondering if you had two rooms for us? I’m afraid we’ll be stranded in London until it stops snowing.”

“Oh dear… I am completely overbooked for the holidays, sir. I have only one room left.”

“Will that do?” Thomas asked, giving you gentle glance.

Sleeping in one bed right next to him… it would be your own personal Christmas miracle.

“Yeah,” you choked out, clearing your throat. “I don’t mind.”

The widow was quick to hand you the keys and lead you upstairs to a small room. It was comfortable—cosy. A huge bed took up most of the space, the thick curtains and carpets drowning the room in warmth. It even had a desk and a small drawer for luggage, next to an old armchair that invited you to peacefully read on it.

“I can sleep on the chair, if you like.” Thomas suggested, walking towards the window to admire the view. Snowflakes blinded him, yet the busy streets of London were still clearly visible.

“Thomas, we live in the same house. I have known you for a little over a year now and I trust you. We can both sleep in the bed, I-I mean, unless of course you don’t wish to sleep next to me, if you are not comfortable—“

The shocked expression on his face startled you. “(Y/N), of course not. I would love to sleep next to you.” Only the fraction of a second after did he realise what he had said. He would love to sleep next to you? Smiling softly, you imagined how he would cuddle up against you, wrapping his strong arms around your body to keep you warm and safe. Perhaps… just maybe… did he feel the same for you?

“Did you hear it?” He went on then, quickly changing the topic. “The owner of the post office thought we were married.”

“I heard,” you giggled. If only it were real though, you added silently.

“I am so sorry we’ll have to spend Christmas Eve here. Perhaps I can ask Lucinda for a small Christmas tree?”

“Thomas… as long as I am with you, there is no need for a tree, no need for a delicious feast or presents…” You trailed off.

“I had a Christmas present for you.” He interrupted you gently, his blue eyes locking with yours. His soft smile—almost cheeky—melted you from the inside out.

Again, your heart skipped a beat, feeling like pink cotton candy wrapped around it.

“Thomas… that is so sweet of you but you knew you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“But I did. I was not sure if…” If what? If what?!

“(Y/N)…” Thomas started, approaching you with two intimidating steps that sent pleasant shivers up and down your spine. He was standing so close now you could feel his hot breath brushing against your skin, his body almost touching yours.

“It was a ring.”

A… a… a ring?! “W-what?”

“I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage, (Y/N). One year ago, when you offered capital to join me, I… it didn’t take me long to fall for you and with every day that passed, my love for you grew. The owner of the post office… my heart jumped when he called you ‘Mrs Sharpe’. This might not be the time, I wanted this to be perfect… but… we don’t seem to be going anywhere soon and… I love you. Will you… will you marry me?”

He loved you? He loved you! Your lips parted, hot tears of joy burning in your eyes. “Thomas… oh Thomas, I love you too! I have for so long, I… I just didn’t know… I never thought… yes!” You breathed out, barely audible. “Yes, I want to marry you!”

“Yes?” He smiled cordially when he lifted you off the ground, pressing his thin lips against yours and igniting a fire deep inside you. His soft mouth burned like a thousand stars, sending jolts of electricity through your whole body and capturing you in a charming curse you never wanted to break free from again as you both stumbled onto the bed, spending the rest of the night appreciating each other’s bodies, talking, kissing, touching. Not sleeping with each other, of course—Thomas was a very traditional man; that he honourably promised he would save for your wedding night. Perhaps in the end, this journey had not been in vain after all.

[jade-bellatricus84]

Promptography 101 (part 3)

Okay guys! Here it is! Part 3 of my University AU staring Professor!Prompto and once this segment is finished I am hoping to do segments with the other Chocobros as well! Anywhos! I am SO SORRY this took so long to hash out! Life has been a real bitch to me and I hadn’t been able to do any writing lately until finally last night!

I would like to tag @geekgoddess813 @atarostarling @moonraccoon-exe @inconsistencys and @silverdriftdragon you guys are the literal best and I love you! Thank you for inspiring me to keep my head up and in the game. (both figuratively and literally. bahaha)

Summary: While out shopping you bump into Professor Prompto and proceed to spend the next few hours with him.

Warnings: Um, I don’t think there are any? If any of you find something that may be triggering PLEASE do not hesitate to let me know and I will make sure to properly tag it!

Word count: 1679

So! Without further ado, I give you, Promptography 101 (part 3)

You told him where you lived and he took off in that direction. The drive was amazing. He was a cautious driver despite going over the speed limit. He had such a strong back and you loved leaning into it. With your arms tightly wrapped around him you could tell he was fit. Sure he wasn't ripped like the hot P.E. professor you kept hearing about, but he definitely had muscle. You knew he had great arms, the man seemed to hate sleeves. As you were wondering how well built he really was you felt the bike slow to a stop by your apartment building.

“Here we are, mi'lady.” He stabilized the bike before helping you down. “I like the scenery it's so-”

You had slowly taken the helmet off and shook your hair out. When he stopped talking you had assumed he was searching for a word that fit but glancing at him told you otherwise. He had been looking at you. There was a faint blush to his cheeks as he quickly looked away.

“Ah-um-sorry, Y/N...That was- really inappropriate of me...I-sorry if that made you uncomfortable...” He seemed to be really flustered, just from watching you take the helmet off.

“Hm? Oh, no, it's fine really!” You smiled softly as you hand the helmet back to him. “Safety first, Bright Eyes.” You gave a soft giggle as his cheeks went an even brighter shade of pink.

“Y-Yeah, thanks, Y/N. Um, I should-I...I should go...” He turned to get back onto his bike. “I'll-um-see you tomorrow...wait-no-tomorrow is Saturday...no classes...I'll see you Monday.”

“Yeah. See you Monday...hey, Bright Eyes?” He paused in his movement to put his helmet on to look at you. “Thanks again for today. It really means a lot.”

“No problem. Anytime, Princess, anytime.” He put the helmet on and started the bike. He checked to make sure traffic was clear before giving you a wave and driving off.

You took a deep breath as you went inside, questioning what all of this meant. Were your feelings only amplified because you were emotionally unstable when you bumped into him? What did his reaction to watching you take his helmet off mean? How could you repay him for his kindness? All of these thoughts swarmed through your head, making studying impossible, and so you decided to take a nice and long hot bath to de-stress. You went to start the water for the bath and then started to gather everything you would need. You grabbed all your lavender scented bath items; bath bomb, bath salts, scented candle, bubble bath, everything you could think you might want. Then you went to grab you pajamas and a few fresh towels. Once you had everything officially ready you turned on your sound simulator and set it on the 'ocean waves' sound before settling into the tub for some much needed relaxation.

The next morning when you woke you decided to go take care of some shopping that needed to get done. Grabbing your keys and wallet you head to the nearby market. This market was your favorite, mainly because it had everything you could ever need somewhere in one of the many stalls. Your eyes looked around and, after wandering around grabbing the essentials, landed on none other that Prompto Argentum. He stood talking with another man about his age with raven colored hair and a bored expression. As you watched them the other man smiled and laughed and suddenly you recognized him as the University's Mythology Professor. You suddenly had the idea of somehow repaying Prompto for his kindness from the day before.

“Prompto?” Before you could stop yourself you called out to him. He turned in your direction, an involuntary reaction to hearing his name.

“Y/N, hey! Good morning, how are you?” He gave you one of those blindingly bright smiles.

“Good morning. I'm okay, thank you. I just...thank you, again, for yesterday, I really appreciate it.” You gave a soft, shy smile. He chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Hey, no problem.” He paused a moment, turning slightly back to the other Professor. “I'm gonna head on, finish running my errands. I'll meet you guys at Iggy's later tonight.” The raven haired Professor quirked an eyes with a smirk on his face as he nodded and turned to leave. He glanced at you, that smirk never leaving. “Yeah, sure thing. Have fun.”

“What?” The blonde seemed a tad confused as the other male walked away.

“I think he got the wrong idea, Prom...” You had said it teasingly but you wondered if maybe he really had gotten the wrong idea.

“What? Nah...Noct likes to mess around like that.” He shrugs some and gave you a soft smile. “I'm like...75% certain he was just messing around.”

The two of you began to walk throughout the market place. At one of the market stalls there were some really cute chocobo and moogle keychains.

“Oh my gods this is so cute!” You couldn't help but cry out as you saw them.

“Yeah, they really are. Oh! Give me just a second...this vendor has a new camera lens I've wanted for a while.” Prompto jogged off to a stall a little bit away and you took the time to purchase a keychain. The vendor told you that they were running a buy one get one free deal so you got two matching keychains.

You planned to give one of them to your Professor as thanks for his kindness yesterday. You hid the keychains and went over to him. He was purchasing the lens and getting it properly packaged to take home.

“Sorry, Y/N, didn't mean to run off on you like that. I've been looking for this lens for months. It's really popular with wildlife photographers. Man, I'm glad I switched rides with Noct.” He laughed softly, his face beaming.

“Oh, no, it's totally fine. I'm glad you were able to get it!” You found yourself smiling back at him. “Hey, so...I've been walking around for the last couple of hours and I'm starting to get hungry...would you...maybe...like to join me for lunch?”

“Really? Sure, I mean, if you're sure you want me around?”

“Uh, yeah, dude. Why wouldn't I? Also...why ask if I didn't mean it?” You gave a soft giggle and gently nudge him.

“Ahaha! Good point!” His laugh had you melting.

“Of course it's a good point, Bright Eyes. It only makes sense.” You were so relaxed and in such a good mood.

The two of you made your way to a chic cafe. It was pretty empty despite the crowd at the marketplace. You sat in the back corner in some comfy overstuffed armchairs.

“Gods, I need an Ebony.” He suddenly said as he fought a yawn.

“You drink Ebony?” He didn't strike you as an Ebony consumer.

“Believe me, I don't drink it for the taste.” He said with a laugh. “I drink it for the caffeine. Some days it's the only way I can function.”

“Really? I'm sorry...do you want anything to eat?”

“Yeah, but I'll get it...don't worry about it.”

“Uh, no, this is on me. I invited you here, besides, I owe you for yesterday.”

“No, you don't. I didn't do it so you would owe me, Y/N.”

“Regardless. I'm getting this. Now...what do you want?” He seemed to realize that you weren't going to give in and sighed.

“I'll take a club sandwich with a pasta salad on the side. Please and thank you.”

“Club with pasta salad. Got it. Do you take cream or sugar in your Ebony?” You seemed to really be in your element at the moment.

“Uh, yeah, two creams, three sugars.” He smiled softly.

“Got it. Okay, I'll be right back.” You skipped up to the counter and placed the order.

Prompto watched you the whole time. You were beautiful. He quickly averted his eyes as you came back with two mugs in hand.

“Ebony, two creams, three sugars. Trish will bring lunch over when it's ready.”

“You really seem to know what you're doing here. Is that coincidence?” He asked genuinely curious.

“No. I did a few barista/waitressing gigs back home during my high school years. I loved the work and most of my customers, but it just wasn't my passion, you know?” your eyes locked with each other and he nods.

“Yeah, actually, I do. I've been there. I know exactly what that's like. I got lucky, though, ending up doing what I love. Not everyone gets that privilege, and I thank the Astrals everyday for the fact Regis saw potential for a class otherwise I have no idea what I'd be doing.” He smiled softly.

“You're on a first name with the Headmaster of the University? That is so cool!” You were so impressed with this ball of sunshine.

“Yeah. Noct is his son and we go way back. Known each other going on 10 or 11 years now. Pretty much the same with Ignis and Gladio too” He smiled fondly. “Of course Ignis, Noct and Gladio pretty much grew up together, so I was the late arrival but, yeah, we're all pretty close.”

“Now, Noct was the Professor from earlier, right?”

“Yep. That's the one. Noctis Lucis Caelum, the University's resident Mythology Nerd.” He laughed softly and you couldn't help but laugh with him.

“Which ones are Gladio and Ignis?” You were curious about the other two.

“Gladiolus Amicitia and Ignis Scientia. Gladio does Phys. Ed. while Iggy does the cooking classes. If we keep hanging out like this you're bound to meet them.” He gave you a charming smile.

“I think I'd like that.” You smiled.

“To meet them or to keep hanging out?” Gods, how could he be so smooth?

“Both.” You felt your cheeks heat up.

Thankfully, it was at that time Trish arrived with the food. The two of you started to eat and any conversation was about the food. You knew you were going to get yourself into trouble though. You were falling in love with your Professor.