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SolarWindsWriting Holiday Event!

It’s the Holidays and the end of No Content November. That means it is time! The first ever holiday writing event for this blog is here! Listed below are previews of the five main one-shots I will be posting and when. There will be a few shorter drabbles mixed in there as well. I will also be doing holiday related ships for the first 5 people who send in the required info mentioned below the cut!

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Here’s what to send in for the holiday ships:

What Fandom(s) you’d like (2 max)

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What specific holiday/winter activity is your favortie?

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What’s your personality like?

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Scheduled Holiday One-Shots

12/4 - Thanksgiving with the Detective - Connor x HumanMale!Reader - Detroit: Become Human It’s been a couple of years since the android uprising, and life has started to feel normal again. Y/n and Connor have convinced Hank to let them host Thanksgiving at his house since he has the biggest kitchen of them. Hank relishes the feelings that Connor and Y/n bring to him in what are usually his lowest moments.

12/11 - Snowed into a Cabin - Izuku Midoriya x Male!Reader - My Hero Academia Izuku and Y/n are packed and ready to leave from the little secluded cabin vacation they took together, but as they open the door to pack the car, three feet of snow stands blocking the door.

12/18 - Sufganiyot Mishap - Adrian Chase x Male!Reader - Peacemaker (Subject to change) Y/n’s mother insists they bring their new boyfriend, Adrian to the final night of Hanukkah. He offers to help Y/n’s mom with cooking after the final candle is lit despite never making such a dish.

12/25 - Christmas on a Starship - William T. Riker x BetazoidGN!Reader - Star Trek: The Next Generation Y/n has lived on the USS Enterprise for about 8 months now after marrying William T. Riker. The couple’s first Christmas as a married couple was fast approaching and come Christmas Eve, Y/n thinks everything is in place for tomorrow. Internally, Will is freaking out, forgetting to get Y/n a gift during last leave.

12/31 - A Punch Bowl Waltz - Colin Bridgerton x Female!Reader - Bridgerton The Duke and Duchess have invited the rest of the Bridgerton family to their home for their annual new years ball, one that starts later and goes into the wee hours of the morning. While there, Colin quite literally runs into Y/n whilst she turns away from the punch bowl, ruining her dress in the process.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

[silverhallow]

I know you've posted a HC for the children a la book version, but I'm wondering if you have any HC for Charlie, Alex, Will & Vivi in modern era? Or modern day Ben & Sophie as parents?

Modern Benophie Baby Headcanons…

Set in the Bridgerton Enterprise AU

Charles Anthony Bridgerton

Looks like his father but has his mothers sweet gentle nature.

He’s very serious like his Uncle Anthony but don’t let that fool you. He loves a prank and he’s charming like his Uncle Colin.

He nearly died when he was 7 and if it hadn’t been for his Uncle Phillips quick thinking and realisation he would have died…

Phillip is his favourite Uncle and he follows him to Cambridge Uni and studies plants and does his PHD and helps work and research plant driven cures for things such as Cancers and Blood Poisoning treatments.

He met his future wife, a fellow doctoral student when doing his PHD and they were competing for funding for a similar research project. He suggested they pool their research and work together on. She initially baulked at the idea but when she saw him talking to his cousins and sister she changed her mind. They went on to win a huge fellowship prize and they were headhunted by the same company, knowing it was what Annabeth wanted to do and the company she wanted to work for, he tried to pull out but the company wanted them both as a team.

He asked her to marry him three times before she finally agreed… after convincing her she didn’t have to change her name.

Alexander George Bridgerton

Named after his great grandmother and great grandfather he is the only who seemed to Inherit the creative gene.

He was a troublemaker as a child, always the one to start the trouble but never seemed to be the one to get caught.

He inherited the Bridgerton appetite.

He was very loud and very popular at school but never felt like he fit in.

He adored going to work with his mum and helping her with her designs but he loved building and designing buildings,

His dad's cousin Roger took over the Rokesby Architectural design firm and when he did works experience there at the suggestion for his mum he fell in love with it and never looked back

He was 13 when he realised he didn’t like girls and Vivi caught him snogging a boy she didn’t even blink and didn’t seem to know why Alex wanted to keep it a secret. But she did.

He was 18 before he finally told his parents, he stammered out “mum, dad… I’ve got a boyfriend”

Sophie just smiled “that’s nice dear. You should bring him to dinner next week”

Benedict just smiled “as long as you're happy trouble that’s all we care about”

Alex isn’t ashamed to say he cried when he hugged his parents.

Charlie just looked and asked if it was supposed to be a secret… and Will just laughed and said Miles owed him a tenner…

Alex had never loved his family more.

William Benedict Bridgerton

The sweet bean.

He’s the one who looks most like Benedict and much to the dismay of his older brothers was the tallest of the three.

He was born blonde. He had bright blonde hair as a baby but it all fell out when he was 6 months old.

It came back dark and thick and curly. Sophie’s hope for a child that looked like her withered. (Til vivi)

He was painfully shy as a baby and a small boy, unless he was with his family.

He was and is to this day a mama’s boy. He would scream the house down as a baby for Sophie. When Sophie was in hospital because of her traumatic birth for Violet he screamed til he was sick. In the end the hospital had to let him stop in with her out of fear for his health.

He hated attention and noise and preferred his books.

People at school used to think him odd as he was usually with Lottie.

Until he started playing rugby.

Then he came out of his shell.

He was Incredible.

He was scouted straight out of secondary school and whilst Sophie and Benedict wanted him to go to college, the Harlequins said they’d put him through his A levels and a degree for after he finished playing and as Ben and Anthony were huge Quinn’s fans he signed on.

He played fly half

He was thé youngest player for the team and to get a call up for England.

When he captained England and lifted the Rugby World Cup at the age of 24, Anthony cried harder than anyone else… not that he would have admitted it.

William was his favourite… until he introduced Lottie to his team mate Jack who played for Bath, then he became Kate’s favourite…

Violet Katherine Bridgerton

Vivi was everything Benedict wanted…

But he could have done without the scare when she was born.

She came into the world at nearly bang on 35 weeks…

She was breech and she got stuck. Sophie was so Ill with her especially after they nearly lost Charlie when Sophie was 4 months pregnant.

Benedict cried when they found out she was a girl.

She was tiny and she was her mother.

She had the same green eyes, the same nose; the same hair, everything.

She was and remained a daddy’s girl but despite her outward appearances she was anything but a pushover.

She punched a boy two years older for bullying William.

Benedict had never been prouder of his princess.

She and Lottie were as thick as thieves like their mothers.

Violet loved animals and always was bringing strays home so it was no surprise she wanted to be a Vet.

She was extremely clever and had a natural ability for languages and she was the only one out of all of Sophie’s children who could bake or even cook.

She would love Saturdays when it wasn’t daddy daughter day as they would cook and bake together.

Violet was 6 when she started helping cook Sunday lunch.

She went to pick Will up one day from rugby as he didn’t want to drive to Kent straight after training and she fell in love on the spot.

Will’s team mate Edward who was taller than Will by about 3 inches and played scrum half… who happened to have a brother Jack.

Alex and Charlie fell over laughing when they met Ed as Vivi never grew past 5”4 maintaining her petite stature and Ed was 6”4.

Sophie clipped both her sons around the head.

Benedict was unsure and it took him several months before he warmed up to the man dating his daughter, but when he heard him say to Vivi he’d quit rugby for her, despite being in the form of his life and captain of Saracen’s Benedict came around.

Benedict was inconsolable the night before Vivi married.

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Truth or Dare by GleefullyCaptainSwan

Chapter 1 of 1

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Summary: When David Nolan sends Emma Swan and Killian Jones on a simple overnight business trip to Denver, the two just want to take care of negotiations and return home. But the storm of the century has other plans as they embark on a night of discovery, learning more about their co-worker than either anticipated.

Notes: This fic really has no point, I've been in a weird place, my WIPs are going nowhere so I wrote this one for fun to shake the cobwebs, so I hope you enjoy this little smutty trip to Denver.

Truth or Dare

“So, I’m going to need to send someone to Denver tomorrow.” Everyone in the room groaned and Emma tried to sink down in her chair. She hoped by making herself smaller, David wouldn’t see her, wouldn’t select her to travel this weekend. It’s not like she had plans, except to maybe binge watch the next few episodes of Bridgerton before Season 2 started up.

“Emma, I really need you there.” She internally groaned but smiled at her boss.

“Of course, I’m all over it, you can count on me, Boss.” He nodded and then turned his head to the other side of the large table.

“Killian, your input might be of use here.”

Emma wanted to slide under the table. Why on earth would David send Killian with her?

“Sir?”

“I think it’s important for you to provide your marketing experience to the executives.”

“Of course.” He remarked and Emma rolled her eyes, she didn’t need Killian’s experience in anything, she could handle a simple business negotiation without him but who was she to argue with David Nolan?

Emma stood from the table and hurried back to her office to book her travel. The moment she closed her door it opened behind her.

“Do you fly United, love?”

Her eyes literally rolled back in her head before she turned around. She looked up to see Killian Jones standing in her doorway. “You already know that’s the preferred partner of Nolan Industries.”

“I can book the hotel if you book the flight, might be easier if we divide and conquer on such short notice.”

“Yeah whatever.” She said, barely looking in his direction as she sat down at her desk.

“Alright, well, just email me the flight information. Did you need a ride to the airport tomorrow?”

“I can get there myself.” She said shortly, hoping he would just leave but realizing he was still standing in her doorframe. She sighed and then looked up to meet his gaze. “I’ll just meet you there.”

He smiled hesitantly as he finally started to leave. “Sure, sounds good. See you tomorrow.”

Emma kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, the last thing she needed to think about was a whole weekend alone with Killian Jones.

It wasn’t that she hated him, he seemed nice enough, she just didn’t spend a lot of time getting to know the people in her office, choosing instead to spend her time alone in her apartment after work, curled up with a glass of wine and a good book.

Killian had started working for the company about two years ago and while every woman at the company tripped over themselves to get to know him, she had better things to do.

Now she was going to have to spend an entire weekend alone with him in Denver. Her only hope was that the negotiations would be simple, and she would be back in her hotel room before he got on her nerves or even worse, tried to get to know her better.

~*~

Killian stared out the window as the plane made it’s decent. He hadn’t expected David to pick him for this trip, yet here he was, landing in Denver to negotiate an important deal for the company. Things were finally looking up for him professionally.

He could see the blonde hair of his travel partner from the top of her seat. He wasn’t surprised to find that Emma had booked his seat three rows behind her instead of beside her. They weren’t exactly acquaintances, in fact, Killian had yet to really make an impact on the woman since joining the company two years ago.

Not for lack of trying on his part, yet she seemed disinterested in talking to him beyond the occasional “how was your weekend” question as they passed each other in the hallway. Normally it didn’t take much for a woman to show interest in talking to him, generally he spent more time running from the women in his office than he did chasing one. This made Emma Swan intriguing, infuriating, and somewhat of an enigma to him.

They sat in silence on the cab ride to the hotel, large flakes of snow falling all around them outside the car.

“It’s the storm of the century.” The cab driver lamented. “Can’t say I’ve seen worse weather in all my time living here.”

“Wonderful.” Emma complained beside him.

“They’re saying the power is out all over town. I’ll be surprised if your hotel even has heat.”

“I’m sorry what?” Emma raised her voice and Killian reached out to still the woman beside him.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Swan.”

“How do you know; you are arriving at the same time as me?”

“Storm of the century.” He smirked, staring at her in annoyance, there was nothing he was going to say to put her at ease. And to his utter chagrin, when they arrived at the hotel he was quick to notice that the entrance was filled with candles, lighting the way to the front desk.

“So, it’s not fine then.” She remarked sarcastically as he held the door open for her.

It was going to be a bloody long weekend.

~*~

Emma looked around the lobby of the mostly dark hotel. Of course she would be traveling to Denver in the middle of a snowstorm. They had received a phone call letting them know that due to the weather, the meeting had been delayed until the morning, so now all she wanted to do was to get to her room, climb under the covers, forget about the entire trip, and go to bed early.

Killian approached her after talking to the desk clerk and she could already see from the look on his face, she wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “Alright Swan, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

She stared at her traveling partner in disgust. “Why is there bad news?”

“Storm of the century.” He said matter-of-factly, a smirk on his face.

“Fine, good news first.”

“Due to the storm, the restaurant isn’t open tonight, however they are providing dinner to our rooms for free, and the bar is included in the room service.”

“Lovely, then what is the bad news?” She scowled.

“Well love, apparently there was some sort of mix up in the reservation and well…”

She stared at his face, the frown growing on her lips as he hesitated to share whatever horrid news he had. “Spit it out, Jones.”

“They only had one room and well due to the storm, they are booked solid.” He held up the key in front of her. “So…roommate?”

Emma groaned loudly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I assure you love; I would not joke about such a thing.” He tried to smile but Emma could see he was just as anxious as she was about the situation they were in.

“Fine, we’ll share the room.” She stated begrudgingly, following him up the stairs toward their floor. She was happy that they only had to climb three flights instead of higher into the darkness.

By the time he pushed the door open on room 322, she wanted to just hop in the shower and forget the entire debacle, however the moment she saw the room her heart dropped.

“It’s only got one bed, Jones.” She growled.

“About that, Swan…did I forget to mention the bed situation?”

“Bed Situation? This is more than a bed situation; this is a nightmare.” She complained, dropping her bag on the floor.

“I’ll take the floor, no need to worry. Everything will work itself out.” He shrugged, setting his bag in the corner, and lighting a few of the candles the hotel had offered them.

Emma sighed. “Fine. But I have dibs on the shower first.”

“As you wish, I hope a grilled cheese is satisfactory for dinner? They didn’t have a lot of options.”

Emma exhaled harshly, at least dinner would be to her liking, but she didn’t want to tell Killian that. He was the one who screwed up the reservation after all. She knew she should have planned her own trip. “It will do.” She said shortly as she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

~*~

Killian set the food out on the table, listening to the shower still running in the bathroom. The last thing he expected on this trip was to be sharing a room with Emma Swan, The Ice Princess of the Boardroom.

The bathroom door opened, and Emma stepped out in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, her wet hair was pulled up into a towel on top of her head. He had never seen her look so relaxed outside of the office.

“Dinner is served, though it seems a bit cold.” He shrugged. “I supposed I’ll shower now since it won’t affect the temperature of the food if I wait or not.”

He retreated to the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind him to step into the hot shower and wash away the stress of the trip. He knew it wouldn’t be long until all the hot water was gone.

To be honest, the trip wasn’t a total nightmare. It wasn’t that he minded traveling for Nolan Industries, he had been grateful to David Nolan for taking him on, glad that there were still people willing to put their trust in him after what had happened at Gold Enterprises.

But being stuck in this hotel room with Emma Swan in the middle of the storm of the century was going to take more than just grilled cheese and some blankets on the floor for the trip not to end in a nightmare. He heard a knock on the door and quickly dried off to dress for the night.

When he left the bathroom, he saw the bottle of rum sitting on the table as Emma sat chewing on her sandwich. “You ordered rum? Really?”

“Figured it would keep us warm without the heat.”

“You want to drink a bottle of rum? With no mixers?”

“Sorry Princess, they didn’t have anything else. No need to partake if you can’t handle it.” He groused.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it.” She scoffed defiantly.

They sat through dinner in an uncomfortable silence, chewing their food while ignoring the tight quarters they were being forced to share. He reached for the bottle and poured two glasses. “What do you say? Wanna play a game, love?”

“Excuse me?”

“Fancy a drinking game…unless you have a better idea? Never have I ever?”

“What are you twelve years old?” She laughed, reaching out to take her glass from the table and looking around the room as if she were considering her options.

“Come now, lass, I’ll start…” He paused. “Never have I ever played a drinking game while sitting in the dark with a co-worker.” He quickly took a drink. He watched as she looked at him in confusion. When she didn’t drink he exhaled. “If you’ve done it, you have to drink, Swan.”

“I know how to play the game.” She said dryly, putting the glass to her lips as she swallowed the liquid, her face immediately puckering. “God that’s not even good rum.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers; it warms the blood.” Emma wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

“Fine, never have I ever gotten a tattoo.” She sat her glass on the table watching him suspiciously. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. “Seriously? Where?”

He lifted his sleeve, showing the ship’s anchor on his shoulder. “Got it when I turned 18.”

“An anchor?”

“Aye, my brother Liam, he was in the Navy when he passed.” Her face dropped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“No harm, lass.” He lowered his sleeve and thought about his next question, wanting to change the topic. “Never have I ever been in love.” After he took a drink, he was surprised when she didn’t. “Bullshit.” He scoffed.

“What? I haven’t.”

“It’s hardly a fair game if you aren’t going to be honest.”

“I am being honest; I’ve never been in love.” She stood up from the table and walked over to the bed. “This is a stupid game, let’s play something else.” She took another drink from her glass.

“Fine, truth or dare, love?”

She giggled loudly, “You’re kidding right? Do you play anything that’s not meant for high school students?” She sighed. “Fine, truth it is, but this is ridiculous.”

~*~

After the third question, Emma was starting to feel the alcohol spinning in her head. “Ok Jones, truth or dare?”

“Let’s shake things up, I’ll take a dare.”

“Oooh, brave.” She giggled and then thought about her options before coming up with something delicious. “Ok then, I dare you to go into the hall, knock on a door of your choosing, and flirt with whoever answers. Gender doesn’t matter.”

“That’s all you’ve got? Dare accepted.” He jumped up from his chair and peeked into the hallway, knocking on the door directly across the hall. The door slammed shut and she jumped up from the bed, peering through the peephole. She could hear his voice on the other side as an elderly woman opened the door.

“Good evening, gorgeous.”

“Can I help you, son?”

“With the storms brewing I thought I would check in on you, make sure that you are doing alright, love.”

“What are you playing at?” The woman asked with a cranky tone.

“I would hate a lovely lass such as yourself to find herself alone and without warmth on a night like tonight. Perhaps you are in need of some company, if you know what I mean?”

Emma put a hand over her mouth to stifle the laugh that escaped, pushing away from the door when Killian returned to the room, his hair and shirt soaking wet. “What happened?”

“Can you believe it; she threw a glass of water on me. Apparently she was not in the need of any company.” He said exasperatedly. Emma couldn’t contain her laughter until he tore the shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. She swallowed hard as she stared at his naked torso, dark tendrils of hair covering his chest. She climbed back on the bed, dragging the pillow over her lap as she tried to hunker down into the mattress.

Killian plunked down into his chair and stared at her. “Your turn love.” He sighed, finishing his glass of rum, and pouring another round. He held the bottle up to her and she leaned forward, holding her glass up for him to fill. She knew she shouldn’t continue drinking but there was nothing else for the two of them to do anyway.

“I’m not ready for payback, so I’ll choose truth.” She shrugged.

“Have you ever cheated on a partner?”

“That was a waste of a question, never. I wouldn’t do that to someone I was with.” She took a sip of her drink and gestured for him to take his turn.

“Alright love, give me your best truth question.”

Emma bit her lip. “What happened to your brother?”

He seemed surprised by her question, taking a long sip of his drink. “Um…” He paused, almost hesitant to continue. “It was a training incident, his unit got cut off from the rest of the group and he made the call to save his team instead of returning to his family.”

Emma watched as he spoke with sincerity and sadness. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she had never seen Killian seem so genuine before. She almost felt guilty for the way she had been behaving toward him all day, none of this had been his fault, unless he was somehow responsible for the weather.

“He will always be a hero to me.” He lifted his glass and toasted toward the sky. Emma sat in silence, taking a sip of her drink in support. “Alright Swan, your turn.”

“I’ll stay with truth.” She smiled.

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s the most recent lie you’ve told?”

Emma stared at her feet, rocking back in the bed, she bit her lip as she contemplated her answer. “Fine, maybe I have been in love. Once.” She took another drink of her alcohol.

“Why lie about that, lass?”

“I don’t know, I guess being in love with Neal is a piece of my history that is more embarrassing to admit. I mean, he played me, he made me feel like a total idiot.”

“Honestly, I always thought Neal was kind of a douche.”

She cackled loudly. “He was a terrible person but an even worse lover.” She snorted as if she had just told her girlfriend a close secret.

“You alright there, love?” He asked as she buried her face in her pillow. She pulled the pillow away and stared at him.

“Who were you in love with?”

“Sorry?”

“You drank on that question, so who were you in love with?”

“I’m not the one who chose truth, love. That was your question, not mine.” He took another drink before getting up from the table and sitting on the floor. “Alright, bring it on, Swan. Dare.”

~*~

“Truth.”

“Hmm…” He pursed his lips and took another drink. “Best orgasm you’ve ever had?” His eyes never left her face as he watched her cheeks blush.

“Oh God no, no, no, can I change to dare instead?” She laughed, her face looking on in horror.

“I think that’s against the rules, but I’ll allow it.” He brushed his fingers against the stubble at his jaw. “Ok, Swan, I dare you to serenade me with your favorite song.”

“Oh God, I can’t sing…”

“Either you answer the question or give me your best Beyonce. Come on Swan, I believe in you.” He teased with a wink.

Emma took a long swig of her drink and stood up on the bed. “Oh God I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She covered her face with her hands and Killian couldn’t help but recognize how beautiful the woman truly was.

And then she sang, in the loudest voice she could muster, so loud that he half expected the grumpy old woman across the hall to come banging on their door.

“Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand, strike up the band

And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me”

She held her arms out as she finished her last note and then collapsed on the bed, burying her face in the sheets. “Oh my God I can’t believe I just did that.”

He clapped loudly, holding his drink up toward her. “Well done, Swan. Truly remarkable, loud, but remarkable.”

~*~

After a couple of hours, Emma was starting to feel like she was getting a better understanding of Killian Jones. With each question he shared more of his personality, something that was starting to intrigue her. But…she felt like he was holding something back. She thought about her next question, asking before he finished his glass.

“Why did you leave Gold Enterprises?” She immediately saw the way he flinched at the question. She expected it honestly, the details surrounding Killian’s previous employer was shrouded in mystery. David had only shared that Gold Enterprises loss was Nolan Industries gain.

“Bloody hell, a little bit of alcohol and you go right for the jugular.”

“Are you choosing dare instead?” She asked with a tight smile.

“Fair is fair…” He sucked in a deep breath. “I guess the truth is I wasn’t really given a choice to stay.”

“So, you were fired?” She asked, confirming her earlier suspicion.

“Aye, but to be fair, it was a fate I deserved.”

“Stealing from the company?” She joked.

“You’re not far off.” He said seriously and Emma’s mouth dropped open. She was not expecting that.

“Wait, seriously? You stole from the company and David still hired you?”

“Not from the company, love.” He poured another glass of rum. “I suppose you could say I stole from Mr. Gold.”

“You stole money from Robert Gold?” She asked, a complete feeling of shock overwhelming her.

“Not money, but something he treated with just as much disregard.” He responded sadly. “Robert’s wife, Milah Gold.”

“Oh my God, you had an affair with the boss’s wife?” She dropped the pillow into her lap.

“It’s not as nefarious as you might think. I didn’t seek out an affair, I never intended something so distasteful. You remember when you asked me who the woman was that I loved from our earlier question? Milah was that woman.” He said solemnly.

“I’m guessing you got caught, hence Gold firing you.”

“I wasn’t aware she was Robert’s wife. We met at an office party; it was love at first breath to be honest. We began seeing each other, I should have questioned her insistence on keeping things private, but I only saw what I wanted to see. I was just as surprised as Robert when he caught us in my office, suddenly I saw a completely different side of her. And of course, her husband would believe her word against mine.”

“That’s terrible. I can’t believe she lied to you both.”

“You live and learn. She is and always will be my biggest regret and my greatest weakness.” He took another long drink from his glass, setting the cup back on the table and locking eyes with her. “But damn the sex was good. Best sex of my life…” He winked. “So far.”

Emma buried her face in her hands and laughed. “Oh God. I’ll never have a story like that. I’ve never even had an orgasm during sex much less had the best sex of my life.”

“That my dear is a bloody shame.” He shook his head. “There is no excuse for any man who doesn’t desire being able to make his woman fall apart either by his hand…” He sat up in his seat, “On his tongue, or buried inside of her as she screams your name.” Emma’s cheeks warmed and unconsciously she felt the nervous snort build inside of her before it escaped her mouth, Killian’s brow rose in amusement.

“Those men only exist in porn, fanfiction, or wet dreams. Men are only interested in getting their cocks off.”

He grabbed his chest and exhaled loudly. “You wound a man, Swan.”

“Just being honest.” She shrugged. “At least in my experience.”

He passed her the bottle of rum. “Just who are you, Swan?”

She took the bottle and poured it into her empty glass, trying to ignore the stare of his piercing blue eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He looked down at his hands for a moment before meeting her eyes again, something dark, yet honest swirling behind his pupils. “Perhaps, I would.”

She swallowed thickly, bringing the glass to her lips to have another sip of her liquid courage before passing the bottle back to him. She sat back on the bed again, trying not to settle her eyes in his lap. Wondering exactly what was behind those delicious sweatpants.

The silence sat thicky between them and Emma bit her lip. “Um it’s my turn…” She closed her eyes and breathed out. “Dare.”

She heard him chuckle before her lids opened, drawing up his body until she met his eyes. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and Emma admonished herself for wondering what he tasted like. “Alright Swan…” He paused, swirling his glass in front of him. “I dare you to let me show you what a real orgasm is like.”

She laughed loudly before realizing that he was serious. “No way.”

“I can’t sit by knowing that my gender has failed you, I think it only fair to right that wrong.”

Emma thought maybe she had drunk too much rum and had obviously passed out. There was no way he was suggesting what she thought he had said. “That’s not happening…we’re not…no.” She laughed, more certain now that if she herself hadn’t had too much to drink, he certainly had.

“Are you refusing the dare?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Seriously? It’s not happening, you and I…never going to happen.”

“I’ve not proposed marriage, love. Are you that terrified of an orgasm?”

“I’m not afraid of…you’re crazy.” She couldn’t think straight, suddenly images of Killian Jones touching her were invading her thoughts, causing reactions she wasn’t prepared for. Was it suddenly hot in here? She fanned herself without thought, seeing the immediate amusement on his face.

“Are you quite sure it’s that crazy? Come now, we’ll make rules, Swan.”

“Rules? No…” She squeezed her legs together, covering herself with her pillows. “No, we’re not making…what kind of rules would we even…?” Oh God, was she considering this?

“You can stay fully dressed, not a stitch of clothing would need to be removed.”

“Yeah right, because that’s possible.” She snorted.

“I can assure you lass, it’s very attainable.” He said seriously, his eyes dark and dangerous. Was he real?

“How are you going to…you know, without even touching me?” Oh God she was talking about this like it was a normal thing. This was not normal, it was crazy.

“I’m quite talented, Swan.” He winked and Emma flushed.

Fuck, she really was considering this.

“So fully clothed…and no kissing.” She heard herself say, barely recognizing her own voice.

“On the mouth.” He smirked. “I think I can accept those terms.”

“You think you can…” She scoffed. “This is crazy.” She shook her head, pulling the pillow up to her face.

“Fully clothed, no kissing on the mouth, anything else?” His voice was deep, did he always sound like that? She thought about what he said, none of this was possible, he was going to touch her through her clothes, he couldn’t kiss her, there was no way she was going to get off that way. Even when she tried to do it herself, it took her a frustratingly long time to get where she needed to be.

“Besides not doing it all, no, there isn’t anything else. I think those rules have already set you up for failure.” She chuckled nervously.

“Then we have an accord.” He sat up in his chair. “Come here, love.”

She swallowed hard. “Over there?”

“Aye.” His eyes locked with hers as she stood from the bed and walked toward him, her legs shaking with each step. She stared down at him as he sat back in the chair. He took her hand and pulled it to his mouth, brushing his lips against her palm. Good Lord, just watching him touch her was enough to leave her shivering. “Sit.” He demanded as he put his hands on her hips and turned her away from him, pulling her down into his lap. “Relax love.” His hands wrapped around her waist, and she felt his breath against her neck, sending electric shockwaves down her back. Her jaw tensed the moment she felt his mouth skim her earlobe.

“Most men fail in this complex task because they don’t pay attention to the cues.” His tongue glided against her neck. “It’s not about what you say, it’s about how she reacts to your words.” Emma shivered as the tenor of his voice vibrated in her ear. “Do you want me to touch you, Emma?”

Her entire body reacted the moment he said her name, she was either lost in a sea of alcohol, or drowning in his voice, currently she didn’t know which but the wetness forming between her legs made it clear that either one was working for her. She bit her lip. “Come, love, use your words.” He teased as his hands slid between her legs. She sat back in his lap, immediately intrigued by the bulge protruding against her backside.

He paused his hands at her thigh, his mouth hot against her ear. “Emma…”

“Yes.” She moaned, feeling his smirk grow against her skin.

“Good girl.” He mewed and the moment the words brushed against her, she melted into his touch. She was putty in his hands, and he was only touching her through her clothes. She could suddenly imagine him doing so much more, thoughts that had her entire body on fire. One hand palmed her mound through her sweatpants while the other traveled up her body, resting under her breast.

She wanted his hands on her, anywhere, as he continued to breathe heavily against her ear. When she moved her hips she heard him groan, a sound so simple yet so full of wanton desire that she thought she might fall apart in that very moment.

His hand slid against her breast, her nipple pebbling against the thin material of her pajama top. His thumb slid against the erected nipple, his tongue languidly pressed against her neck, it was so much and yet not enough all at once.

The noise she made was soft, yet the squeak that came after was not. He chuckled against her. “That’s the sound I want to hear.” He growled. His hand pressed against her center, pulling her against the bulge in his pants, grinding her down against him as they both moaned with an irrational need she never knew existed.

It felt like his hands were everywhere, his fingers were hard at her puckered nipple, the friction from his hands against her crotch had her soaking with desire. She couldn’t believe she was so close to the edge, so ready to fall into oblivion. “Let go, Emma.” His whisper was dripping with sex, the very definition of dangerous. She leaned back against his chest, feeling him grind his hips into her backside as his mouth brushed against her jaw, his lips dangerously close to hers.

It was overwhelming, but everything she needed before his name fell from her lips and her body released against him, her breaths coming out hot and heavy, her head swirling in thoughts she couldn’t even admit to herself. She could feel him breathing against her neck, a feeling that reminded her of the fact that she was still sitting on his lap as she came down from her high.

She stood quickly, removing herself from his embrace, she retreated to the safety of her bed, terrified of meeting his gaze. When she looked up he was watching her, his eyes still lost in a haze, not completely focused. “That was um…quite surprising and yet satisfying.”

“Aye it was…” He let his words hang in the air, not finishing his thought, simply drifting off as he stared at her.

“We should order dessert.” She announced, suddenly feeling like it was vital to eat something before the alcohol threatened to remove all her inhibitions.

He remained serious for a moment, almost lost in thought before the corner of his mouth upturned. “Dessert sounds delightful.”

~*~

Killian’s tongue darted across his lips, wetting them as they threatened to dry completely. He watched Emma sitting on the bed, enjoying each scrumptious bite of her cheesecake. Each moan of satisfaction she exclaimed from the delicate treat threatened to send him into oblivion.

He wasn’t sure how he had survived her dare, how he managed not to slip his hands into her pants and slide between the heat of her wet folds. He knew it was bad form to break an accord but the moment he had her writhing and moaning in his lap he had almost forgotten his manners.

The alcohol wasn’t helping either. With dessert came another bottle of rum and Emma seemed eager to continue their previous game of Never Have I Ever. He couldn’t tell if she truly enjoyed the information she gleaned from the game or if it were an excuse not to have to go to bed with him in the room.

“Never have I ever ridden a motorcycle.” She said excitedly as she watched him tip his glass to his mouth and drink.

“I’m fairly certain you’ve set these questions up in order to ensure I end up drunk.” He mused. “You know damn well I ride that bike to work every day, I park next to that awful yellow vessel you captain.”

She grinned, her tongue slipping out of her mouth for a moment and suddenly he felt his pants growing tighter, the woman was driving him mad with that mouth of hers. “Never have I ever died my hair pink.” He smirked.

“That’s cheating, David mentioned that in last week’s meeting.”

“If your motorcycle question wasn’t cheating, neither is this. Now drink, love.”

She tilted the glass back, downing the rest of the liquid in her drink. “Time for truth, answer me this…”

“Are we just making up the rules now?” He laughed.

She sat up on her knees, her pillow in her lap. “Have you ever thought of doing that before?”

“Doing what?” He questioned.

“That, what we did earlier.” She said as her cheeks blushed red.

“Have I ever thought of bringing you to orgasm through your clothes, love?” He responded with a look of pleasure, enjoying the squirm of discomfort it brought her. She nodded uncomfortably. “Just helping a lass out, couldn’t stand to hear you’d never experienced that before.”

“So, you got no enjoyment out of it?”

“Ah, so you want to know if I…”

“Did you, you know…” She pressed on, not making eye contact with him.

“Got off, ejaculate, jizz in my collective pants…”

“Oh my God, stop.” She wheezed anxiously. “I’m just curious, you know if you…”

“Came to completion?” He smirked. “A gentleman never tells.”

“Oh, now you’re a gentleman.” She teased.

“I’m always a gentleman, love.” He stated emphatically, his eyes not leaving hers.

“So, you didn’t?” She asked with an almost pouting frown. “I just thought you might have with the sounds you were…”

“Trust me, if I had you would have known.” He looked down at his lap with a smile.

She bit her lip, sitting up on her knees and he thought that although he managed to hold off before he might just jizz in his pants now. “I dare you to show me…”

“I’m sorry, what? I just did truth, now we’re suddenly doing dare?” It was at this moment that he realized that Emma Swan was bloody perfect and was going to be the death of him before the end of the evening.

“That’s because you wouldn’t do it anyway.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“You intend me to show you what exactly?”

“You know…” She asked shyly, covering her face with her hands.

“Are you asking to see my dick, love? You seem to have trouble tonight using your words, Swan?” This evening was shaping up to be quite the surprise, but he was going to make her work for it.

“I want to see how you…you know, get off.”

“Bloody hell.” He swore, shifting immediately in his seat. “Who are you and what have you done with Emma Swan?”

She sat back on the bed and bit her lip. “You watched me get off, I’m just curious, because I kinda thought you did too but if you didn’t, then that’s really not fair is it?”

“Fair?” He scoffed. “Suddenly there’s fair in truth or dare?”

“You got to see me in that state, in order to lower the playing field, I think it’s only right.”

“Lower the playing field?”

“I mean we work together and now anytime I see you I’m going to know that you watched me…you know, and I think it might be better if at least I could say the same.”

“You kept your bloody clothes on, I’m hardly seeing how watching me…”

“I didn’t say I thought you’d actually do it.” She said sharply.

“Is that so?”

She nodded slowly and he stood defiantly, pulling his sweats down his hips, and pushing them to the floor in one sweep. His cock stood at attention against his stomach, begging to be touched.

Well, he had bloody done it now, he was either going to end up fired or lose his mind.

“Holy shit…” She whispered from the bed, leaning back against the headboard. He waited for her to scream or yell or say something even remotely angry, like threaten to take him to HR, but instead she simply wet her lips with her tongue and stared at his crotch.

Before he could stop himself, he settled back into his chair, grasping himself in hand as he gave himself a pump. His eyes closed for a moment and his head fell backwards. What the hell was he doing? He opened his eyes again, glancing toward the woman on the bed who seemed entranced with the way his hand moved. His arousal grew as he watched her squeeze her legs together, her fingers white as she gripped the sheets beside her. He could only imagine what her fingers could do to him.

He stroked himself in a fluid motion, keeping his eyes on the woman in the bed, wishing like hell he could touch her again, to have her touch him. He heard a noise from across the room, a moan he was sure she tried to stifle, and it only seemed to propel him further, increasing the speed of his hand.

“Fuck.” She whispered as he trailed the full length of his erect cock with his fist, pumping quickly as his eyes traveled her body, the thin material of her shirt barely concealing her erect nipples.

“See something you like?” He whispered breathlessly. Her eyes locked with his and the moment they did he felt his entire body tense as ropes of white streamed out across his stomach and chest, eliciting a loud groan. “Fuck, Emma…” His eyes squeezed shut as he fisted himself until his movements slowed, his hand dripping with the sticky substance as he tugged along his shaft waiting for his breathing to return to normal.

When he opened his eyes she was staring at him, blinking silently. “I’m uh, just gonna clean this up.” He stood quickly and entered the bathroom, closing the door shut behind him as he slid down the door toward the floor.

~*~

Emma stared at the closed door, hardly able to breath after what she just witnessed. Killian Jones had just jerked off in front of her. It was the most sobering and intense thing she had ever witnessed. She had been frozen to her spot in the bed, her body aching, the tension inside of her winding up again after her earlier release. She didn’t know how to describe what she had just watched. She couldn’t even believe he had gone through with her request, much less that she actually had the nerve to watch him do it.

It was the hottest thing she had ever seen. But now what?

They just go back to work and pretend they took a trip to Denver, completed their work, and returned home? How was she ever going to sit across from him at the meeting table again without seeing him sitting in that chair, his eyes glued to her body as he pumped himself to completion?

She was screwed.

The door opened and Emma jumped slightly. He walked over to the closet and pulled the extra pillow and blankets down from the shelf, arranging them on the floor across from the bed as if nothing had happened.

“What are you doing?”

“Going to bed.” He shrugged.

“On the floor? I mean, after all that tonight, I think we can manage to share a bed. We’re adults, right?”

“Emma, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

She snorted. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my life, but you don’t want to impose by sleeping next to me in this shitty ass hotel we got forced to share.”

He smirked, “Best orgasm of your life, eh?”

“Just get in the bed, Jones.” She demanded, pulling the covers down on the other side of the bed.

“As you wish.” He bowed before blowing out the candle and climbing onto the mattress. Emma laid on her back, staring up at the dark ceiling. She couldn’t turn off her brain, she had so many thoughts swirling around in there.

“Truth…” She said softly. “What were you thinking about?”

She heard his quiet chuckle before he spoke. “I was thinking about what would have happened if you had still been on my lap.”

She slapped his chest. “I’m serious.”

“So was I.” She felt him roll over onto his side, facing her. “Just imaging what it would have been like without those ridiculously intrusive sweatpants in the way.” Emma swallowed, almost choking on her own spit. “Emma.” He said in a whisper, the heat of his breath only inches from her face. “Truth or dare…”

She felt like she was holding her breath. “Dare…” She replied softly.

She felt his mouth against her neck. “I dare you to kiss me.”

She turned quickly, her lips seeking his in the dark, he met her with a fury as he buried his hand in her hair, a groan escaping his throat.

His tongue pressed against her lips, and she opened her mouth to give him access. His hand lay still on his hip, the other still tangled in her hair, she needed more.

“I Dare you…” She moaned. She felt him chuckle against her lips. “Please touch me…” It was almost a whine, full of desperation and want but it had the impact she was hoping for. He rolled her over onto her back, his mouth still attacking hers until she felt the skim of his teeth against her jaw as he worked his way to her neck.

Emma was positively humming in anticipation when his fingers skimmed her waist, slipping under her t-shirt until she felt flesh against her abdomen, sucking in a breath, she let out a moan she couldn’t suppress. She had never done anything like this before. The entire evening with Killian was out of the realm of “normal Emma Swan behavior”, and yet with Killian, she wanted this, she wanted him, she wanted to feel this insanely powerful freeing feeling that being with him gave her.

His fingers continued to travel upward until she felt them brush the underside of her breast, and she arched toward his hand, pressing herself against his palm. “So needy.” He groaned against her neck.

Needy didn’t describe her desire strongly enough, she wrapped a leg around the back of his thigh, pulling his body against hers as she grinded her hips into his. “Want more.” She said breathily.

“Patience, Swan. I’ll give you what you need.” He promised, his eyes suddenly meeting hers when his fingers finally found her nipple, kneading it against his thumb. The wanton moan escaping her throat loudly.

“Yes…” She sighed. “More.”

He smirked, tugging her shirt up her body and dipping his head to press his lips against her flesh, sucking her pert nipple into his mouth. She mewed softly, her fingertips lightly scraping his scalp as she tugged the dark strands of hair in her hand, pulling him against her body.

His other hand trailed down her body, her flesh on fire everywhere he touched, and the only thing that could stop the burn was more Killian. She felt his fingers playfully dipping under her waistband, the anticipation of his touch growing more desperate.

His fingers dipped between her folds, almost teasing as he slipped inside of her only to immediately withdraw. She groaned in frustration and felt his smirk, the hairs on his jaw scratching against her breast, his fingers plunging inside of her again. Her head was spinning as she arched off the bed. “God yes.”

“I want to hear you sing, my beautiful Swan.” She had no chance to react the moment she felt his breath against her core. Her fingers tightened in his hair, needing to feel him closer. She could feel the spring winding inside of her again, similar to earlier in the evening when he touched her through her sweats, only now it was divine, now he was driving inside of her, his wet tongue licking a stripe against her, her legs tensing as he continued to drive into her.

She could feel herself getting closer, his fingers weren’t enough, she needed more.

“I need to feel you inside me.” She moaned.

He paused his movement, glancing up to meet her eyes before he slid up her body. “Never have I ever wanted a woman so badly in my life.” The kiss was desperate and full of intention and Emma matched the intensity as his tongue invaded her mouth. She dug her feet against the back of his knees, grinding her body against his erection, her hands desperately tugging at the waistbands of his sweatpants.

“Then take these damn things off…” She whined, anxiously tugging at her own to pull them from her body. She hadn’t felt this desperate in years, an urgent need welling as the fire burned inside of her. The clothes flew around the room before they came together again, she could feel his erection at her side, hard and waiting. His mouth was hot on hers as he slid between her legs, and she felt the welcome intrusion press against her center.

“Wait, wait, wait…” She scrambled, pulling away from him. “When were you last with someone?”

He pressed his mouth to her cheek, “It’s been a while love, if you’re nervous about…”

“I haven’t been with someone for months, I mean I’m protected, I take the pill, I just…”

“I’m not usually impulsive, though the situation we are currently in may seem to say otherwise.” She pulled him against her, pressing her mouth to his. “Emma…”

“Dare…”

She felt his smirk against her mouth. “No more need for dare’s, love. Your heart’s desire, Swan. I promise, that’s all I want you to have.” His lips ghosted against hers.

“I need…” She whined, her voice sounding foreign to her, begging for something she couldn’t put into words.

“I’ve got you.” He pressed against her entrance, and she felt him slide between her folds, the tip of his cock sliding inside of her before pulling away. She moaned in frustration before he slid in again, filling her, stretching her, and then leaving her empty once more. He was driving her to oblivion with each tentative thrust.

She nipped at his lip with her teeth, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, eliciting a groan from his mouth. His thrusts increased, his kiss becoming almost animalistic as his thrusts became harder, driving into her with each plunge. She could feel her walls tighten around him as she met him thrust for thrust as she arched against him, needing the friction the closeness gave to her.

She could feel it building inside of her again, teetering closer as Killian took her to the place she needed to be. “Let go…” His breath was hot against her ear as he drove into her, sending her over the edge as the string inside of her snapped.

“Killian…oh God…yes…” She screamed into the darkness as she heard her name against her ear over and over again in a beautiful whisper.

He rested his forehead against hers, as his breathing came out in shallow breathes. “That was….”

“An interesting development.” She laughed.

“Is interesting good or bad?” He asked as he rolled over onto his side.

“Honestly…”

“We’ve been playing truth’s all night, why would I want you to lie now?”

“I always found you to be kind of annoying.” She said shortly.

“Bloody hell, that’s not exactly…”

“But…” She teased, cutting him off. “Maybe I was just unable to see past your rugged good looks and boyish charm.”

“Swan, it’s bad form to attack a man simply because he’s devastatingly handsome, one might even say dashing, but I would hope that I have proven tonight that I’m no boy.” His lips grazed the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t stop the smile from growing on her face.

“I don’t know, I might need to see some more evidence.” As he pulled her onto his chest, she was sure that neither of them would be getting any sleep tonight.

~*~

Killian showered quickly when he heard the knock on the door. Breakfast was being served to all hotel guests, the power had returned shortly before they woke that morning. He wrapped the towel around his waist and entered the room. Emma smiled from the table, dressed only in one of his t-shirts. “Morning.” She grinned as he sat down across from her.

She pushed his plate toward him and then took a bite of her toast. “Someone’s chipper this morning.” He teased.

“It was all the orgasms.” She whispered seductively with a wink. Grabbing the bottle of rum, he watched as she poured a shot into his glass and slid it toward him. “Never have I ever had sex with the boss’s daughter.” He had no idea what she was talking about but stared at the glass. “Better drink up, you might need the courage to explain yourself when we get home.” She chuckled.

“I’ve never done that, love, I already told you, she was the boss’s wife.”

The phone rang and Killian caught a glimpse of David’s name on the screen before she answered. “Hello, Daddy…”

Shit.

[nielybh]

Watchlist

Because titles keep coming up and leaving streaming platforms, and I can't keep track of them all.

TV Series:

Brooklyn 99 [s6]

Brooklyn 99 [s7]

Brooklyn 99 [s8]

The Crown [watching s1 ep 8]

The Witcher [s2]

Merlin

The Good Place

Crazy Ex Girlfriend

Lupin (FR)

The Umbrella Academy

Lucifer

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Sex Education

How to get Away with Murder

Orange is the New Black

Star Trek

The Original Series [s3]

The Animated Series

The Next Generation

Deep Space 9

Voyager

Enterprise

Discovery

Picard

Lower Decks

Narcos

Versailles

Dear White People

Historical Roasts

Luna Nera (IT)

Bill Nye Saves the World

Bridgerton [s1]

Bridgerton [s2]

Outlander [s1]

Outlander [s2 - ep2]

What We Do In The Shadows [s1]

What We Do In The Shadows [s2] 

What We Do In The Shadows [s3 - TBR]

Marvel Series

Jessica Jones

Agent Carter

Wandavision

Loki

Moon Knight

Ms. Marvel

Animation series:

Avatar: the Legend of Aang

Avatar: the Legend of Korra [s3 ep10]

Bojack Horseman

LOL: Arcane

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Adventure Time

The Dragon Prince

Irmão do Jorel (BR)

Totally spies!

Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Winx Club

Netflix’s Castlevania [s4]

Marvel’s What If

The Owl House

Animation movies:

The Breadwinner

Stand-up Comedy:

Hannah Gadsby: Nanette

Hannah Gadsby: Douglas

Ali Wong: Baby Cobra

Ali Wong: Hard Knock Wife

Iliza: Confirmed Kills

Iliza: Freezing Hot

Iliza: Elder Millenial

Bo Burnham: Make Happy

Bo Burnham: Inside

Movies:

Monty Python's Flying Circus

School of Rock

Agent of U.N.C.L.E.

Hoje eu quero voltar sozinho (BR)

Barfi! (IN)

Mary Shelley

Radioactive

Love per Square Foot (IN)

Dostana (IN)

Queen (IN)

Unicorn Store

Elisa y Marcela (SP)

What We Do In The Shadows

Documentaries:

History 101

She-Wolves: England's Early Queens

Empire of the Tsars

Guerras do Brasil.doc (BR)

Feminists: What were they thinking?

Anime:

Shaman King 2021 remake

Yasuke [dropped]

Demon Slayer

Spy x Family

Gokushufudou: Immortal Tatsu

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Death Note

Violet Evergarden

Hellsing

Akame ga Kill

Little Witch Academia

Carole and Tuesday

Kakegurui

Gurren Lagann [watching ep 3]

Angel Beats

Devilman Crybaby

Ano Hana

Fate series

Anime movies:

Your Name

Kiki's Delivery Service

Ponyo

Castle in the Sky

[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid Chapter 18

Previous: Cricket & Bunny

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, Government AgentAU

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Our resident P.I. finds who she's been looking for, and gets an unwelcome surprise. 

(two shorter chapters today!) 

Harboring Hoseok

Present Day

           I found Jung Hoseok.

           Let me back track that statement – After months of digging, harassing my sister for more help, using all my contacts in various bureaus, lying to Euna that I’d made progress when I hadn’t, I finally have found Jung Hoseok, Hoseok Jung.

           I know, you’re wondering, how? What finally cracked the case? How did I, the person incapable of finding Min Yoongi, lucky enough to stumble into Park Jimin, find Jung Hoseok?

           You’ll be shocked, you’ll be amazed, you’ll be dumbfounded that I stumbled into him in the most millennial way possible, because I found him on, don’t hold your breath:

           Instagram.

           That’s right, I stumbled upon Jung Hoseok on fucking Mark Zuckerberg owned, Instagram. It was a coincidence, a twist of fate, that I was even in the vicinity of him, because we do not live in the vicinity of each other. I wasn’t sure he was even alive; I wasn’t sure if he had moved continents or countries. But, in the ether, he resides.

           Sometime after Jungkook told me he loves me, and after I created permanent scarring on his back from my too long fingernails (they’ve since been cut multiple times), I went to my favorite Barre3 studio. I’m not going to lie, I go regularly. I’m addicted. Yes, it can be cult-ish, but have you ever worked out so thoroughly your ass hurts when you stand? Or listened to a teacher relay the message that you are strong, that your body is powerful, that you can accomplish any challenge? If not, and I know this is propaganda, but like take a class. I can give you a discount.

           The point is, somewhere between sumo squats and parallel bridge lifts, I noticed this woman, stunning, who seems to come to class every day before or after she hits the gym with her trainer. The. Stamina. Can you believe? On a Wednesday, I accidentally bumped into her, spilling some of my water down her Sweaty Betty matching set. I apologized profusely, and she laughed it off, saying it cooled her down. She noticed my earrings, liked them, and ever since then we’ve been texting. We’ve even gone so far as to get coffee, which prompted me to do my favorite activity, troll her Instagram. Some people say Instagram is going the way of Facebook, which it easily could be, but it’s so damn fun that I pray every day the trend continues in its favor.

           A public figure, Genevieve Yang is the height of couture. She is at every fashion week, Milan, Paris, New York, and donates nearly as much as Kwan and Seo, combined. Leaving the spotlight to work on a smaller sect of her organization, focusing on women’s reproductive rights, specifically women in poverty, she’s rarely photographed or seen outside of said events. Instead, she works 8-5, exercises regularly and rumor has it, is vegan. She’s the eldest of three, and her siblings are a pediatric cardiologist and a Rhodes Scholar. Within the universe of the Lee’s, she’s looked down upon for being biracial, her father, a first generation Nigerian-American, fell in love with her mother, a first generation Korean American from Busan, during their study abroad stint in Italy. I’ve been dying to find a connection to the Lee’s, and here, in all her melanin glory, is Genevieve.

           In scrolling through her Instagram, I came across a photo series from a few weeks ago. To my surprise, standing with his arm around Genevieve’s shoulder, stands a man with dimples so deep and rays of sun beaming through the photo and barreling past my phone screen.

           Jung Hoseok.

           And who should be next to him?

           Lee Kwan-Min.  

           They’re in an ornate ballroom, gold ceilings and ball gowns, masquerade masks held in their manicured fingers. They’ve been drinking and dancing, as is evident in their, what Jungkook would call Asian Glow, and in the caption.

           Drink every night bc we’re drinking to our accomplishments

           A paraphrase from a Drake song, it seems to ring true as I scan through the other photos of the evening. It must’ve been Lee Enterprises semi-annual gala, masquerade theme taking turns with Gatsby or in the era of Bridgerton, Regency London. Their summer event, Polos & Picnics, is as you guessed it, a Lacoste and Perignon soaked day drinking celebration of everyone’s summer tans and Hampton houses. It’s anyone’s guess which event raises more money, or costs more to put on. Jun-Seo and Kwan-Min throw a few other smaller events, brunches and casino nights, all earnings going to their philanthropy. The galas are the hottest ticket in North America, and I am still stunned that Hoseok had made it into the embrace of Kwan-Min.

           Think Crazy Rich Asians meets the Met Ball. It’s all anyone ever wants to attend, and damn if I’m not jealous every year.

           Hoseok is tagged in the photo series, and by clicking on his name, I can see our mutual friend, and nothing more. The age-old question every millennial has to ask themselves is this, is that enough to send a follow request? I don’t know if it is, but what’s the worst that can happen? He blocks me? Alright, that gives me information that I can use. Sure following him would be the best case, but he could leave it pending for weeks.

           I send the request and text my newest friend, Genevieve Yang, who immediately calls me.

           “Oh Y/N, what do I owe the pleasure?” Genevieve asks.

           “I just thought we could chat, I was looking at your Instagram and-

           “Oh my god! Do the pics from the Masquerade look good? I can’t tell if people love them, or just tolerate them, you know?” She sips loudly on what I assume is some green smoothie, her favorite non H2O beverage.

           “Sure, absolutely, I totally know,” I lie.

           “Don’t lie to me,” Genevieve scolds.

           “They’re beautiful, but I didn’t recognize who was in that first one with you,” I bait.

           “Come off it, you absolutely know,” She laughs but I swear I can hear her rolling her eyes.

           “The woman looked familiar, but I don’t know from what,” I tell her, curiosity in my voice. “I have no clue who that man is.”

           If she could see me, she’d laugh. A barely eaten sandwich, cold coffee in a travel mug I got when I was 20, and dark circles under my eyes from my inability to sleep the last few nights. The paranoia of the last letter has seeped into my subconscious, and I can’t bring myself to sleep unless Jungkook is nearby, of which, he isn’t. Gone on a business trip for the last three nights, gone for five more. How incredibly rude of him, but there isn’t much I can do when his boss could possibly be 007 incarnate. Or Danny Trejo.

           “She’s one of the heirs to Lee Enterprises,” She tells me.

           “The Lee Enterprises?”

           “Oh so you do know?”

           “I’ve heard of them, how could you not? Their parties are exclusive, and that’s putting it generously,” I respond sipping on my own beverage. Two can play ASMR phone games, Genevieve.

           “Oh, the most exclusive, top of the line guests, one year, Beyonce performed, and the next, Adele,” She regales me, tempting me to go off topic.  

           “Are you dating that guy? He’s gorgeous,” I inquire.

           “Hoseok? No, no, not for me. I think he was going to ask Kwan out,” Genevieve says.

           “Really? A new boyfriend?”

           Scoffing loudly, “Just because she isn’t like her siblings doesn’t mean she doesn’t date.”

           “None of them have a particularly stellar track record,” I remind her.

           “Does anyone?” She breathes.

           “I suppose not,”

           “Mm, anyway, Hoseok is eying Kwan, I’m single and you’re still with that guy, who?”

           “Jungkook,”

           “Mm, I think Hoseok might know him,” She says.

           “What?” I ask.

           The thing with being a P.I. is accepting the reality that nothing is a coincidence. There are no happy accidents, nothing is considered fate. I’ve been so, blinded, by my personal connection with Jungkook to see the larger picture. What if he is part of this? Could he be conspiring with these other men? Does he know them, like they seem to be implying? How fucking blind have I been?

           “Yeah, he said something to me later, about knowing a Jungkook and wondering if they were the same. He said that it’s not a common name in Korea, so why would it be here?” Genevieve’s soft voice pulls me back from my panic attack.

           “Yeah, say, does Hoseok know a Namjoon?” I ask.

           “I don’t know, do you want me to ask?” Genevieve sets her drink down, the sound clinking through my phone.

           “Uh, no, no, that’s okay,” My hands hastily move against my keyboard, searching Hoseok’s followers for Namjoon.

           But I don’t find him.

           Instead, my blood runs cold at who I find.

Next: Codename Miss Cuttlefish, If Ya Nasty

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From the travel anon: BE au benophie going to Paris fashion week with the kids headcanons? You mentioned they like to go there and now I’m curious 🥺

Ohhhh

Yeah they really do love to go to Paris...

Sophie adores having all her family there and walking with her boys around Paris and then when Violet comes along it takes on another level with her.

Paris is her place where she gets time with her daughter. Benedict would take William to the Museums and Alex and Charlie would make a decision if they wanted to go shopping with their Mum and sister, or to the art galleries and museum.

Sophie always made sure they had time as a family, be it going over to Disneyland Paris for a day. Each of the kids as they got older got to pick an activity for the day.

Charlie loved going to the Musée en Herbe and as he got older it was the Jardin des Tuileries

Alex loved the heritage and architecture so it was usually the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame and Palace of Versailles

William took a bit longer before he picked something other than a park or wanting to do Disneyland or the Musée de la Magie but as soon as he got into Sports, he would want to go to a rugby game or a football game.

Violet loved her shopping days with her mama but when it was family days, she loved going to a show. though Sophie was a bit annoyed with her husband booked for them to go to Lido de Paris, he had asked someone about something good to see in Paris and this was what he was recommended... Violet had loved watching the dancer but 12 year old Charlie's mouth had been dropped the moment the girls came out and Benedict panicked and Sophie ended up dragging them all out and didn't speak to her husband for a good few hours for not doing his research.

Sophie loved having her babies with her when she had her shows, she would always allow them to choose their own clothes because she wasn't one of those mum's or designers who wanted her kids and husband dressed in what she chose.

The first year each of her kids dressed themselves they looked like this:

Charlie:

Alex:

William:

(he stole Lottie's skirt)

Violet:

Each of the photos were used on their children's 18th birthday...

Sophie loved encouraging her kids with their creativity, though she does suspect Charlotte and Violet were involved in William's attire...

[silverhallow]

hi again! sorry i wasn't spesific enough on the kind of headkannons i wanted. could you maybe do BE au future kathony children? thank youu :)

Okay so there’s got WAY longer than I anticipated… so they are below the cut but I hope you enjoy them

Edmund Anthony Bridgerton

Is the spitting image of his father, however he’s not too serious. He was outrageously clever in school. He has his mother’s wit and competitive streak and having spent a lot of time watching his Aunt Sophie, he’s got her observational skills so he’s a force to be reckoned with.

He was not a rugby player, much to his father’s dismay, whilst he had the build as a child, when he became tall and lanky more like his Uncle and actually followed his Uncle and Grandfather’s footsteps and rowed.

He studied Law and Business at University and eventually went on to take over from his father as CEO of Bridgerton Enterprises but as he worked his way through the ranks, he wanted to know the business from the inside out but before he took over, he actually rowed for Team GB and went to the Olympics and won two gold medals. One in the single Scull race and one as part of the team.

He however got an injury when he got back playing Pall Mall with his cousins and siblings and the resultant injury made competitive rowing hard so he stopped after that and concentrated on his career.

Edmund and Charlie were thick as thieves and had to be rescued on more than one occasion after they had gotten really drunk on a night out. The first time this happened, they called Kate, being the lawyer, they had assumed they would not get in as much trouble. They had been wrong. The second time they called Sophie which had been an even bigger mistake and the third time, they just rung their Uncle Phillip, it was just easier… however after Phillip had had to ring Michael, as they had gotten stuck in Edinburgh… they realised that perhaps they had to tone it down.

Edmund went on to marry a woman who worked as a designer at Penwood. Sophie had introduced them and eventually Sophie handed over the designing part of the business to Edmund’s wife, a woman called Victoria Ledgwick

It became a source of amusement in the family that Edmund married a woman with the same initials as his grandmother whilst his cousin Violet married a man with her grandfather’s initials.

Miles Benedict Bridgerton

Miles seemed to inherit his Uncle’s musical abilities, from the age of 2 he was showing signs that he might be more musically gifted than the rest of his family. Francesca always said the gene had to be there somewhere, given she was the musical one in the family and she had spent a lot of time with her nephew teaching him to sing and play the piano.

He had a beautiful singing voice, it was the sort of voice that everyone stopped and listened to but the way he was able to play an instrument, it was instinctive.

Miles was really close to his cousins Caroline and Belinda and he was in the same school year as Caroline and he spent a lot of time with her and her friends. Miles is actually the one to introduce Caroline to her future husband Geoffrey.

Out of the three children they had initially, Miles was the quiet one. He preferred to watch rather than partake but he was the one who was always pulling the best pranks of his family. He had learned from his Aunt Eloise but being so quiet, naturally no one assumed it was him.

He had the Bridgerton appetite but he had inherited the ability to cook unlike most of his Uncle’s and he had his mother’s genes when it came to handling spice. He loved being in the kitchen and spent a lot of time helping his aunt and father with Sunday dinner along with Violet who started helping at the age of 6, he would cook with his mother and he had decided that whilst he loved his music… food was his real passion and that was what he concentrated on.

He did not go to University, he took on a kitchen job at the age of 17 whilst working on his A-Levels, and managed to work his way through the ranks. Anthony offered to help his son by putting him in contact with Daniel Willis, the owner of Clove Club but Miles was determined to make it on his own.

At the age of 22 he was given a lucrative head chef position at Veeraswamy and by the time he was 30 when he opened his own restaurant together. He had his first Michelin star within 6 months.

The photo of the award hangs proudly in the entrance, his father crying rather freely for the world to see.

Miles spent a lot of his youth being unsure of who he was a person, he felt confused as he crushes on both his male and female classmates and he didn’t know who to talk to about it and it had only been by accident that his Uncle Ben found out… (and by accident his Uncle Ben found him snogging another boy when he had come to drop Violet off at a dance class)

Benedict had helped he realise that maybe he wasn’t straight and after he had listened to his Uncle explain about how he had been at University and before he had met his Aunt Sophie, Miles realised that perhaps he was Bisexual.

He came out to his parents at 21, only days before Alex came out to the rest of the family as Gay. it had cost Miles £10 to Will as he had weirdly been sure that his cousin was straight as he only ever seemed to be around women…

But the two formed a close relationship over this and they helped each other feel more comfortable with their family, knowing they weren’t alone. They had their families' love regardless and that was more than most people could say… however when their mother’s tag along to Pride with them… they had never been more embarrassed and did ditch them both disappearing off with some friends they had made through Alex’s then boyfriend.

Miles didn’t marry until he was well into his 30’s, he had been so busy with work and he had been with men and women, both sometimes but eventually it a woman he fell in love with, a restaurant critic of all people, a petite woman who had come into his restaurant to interview and she had been the rudest woman he had ever met… she had been one of the first people to critique his restaurant and the two butted heads for three years, arguing and fighting.

It was resolved after he had thrown a tantrum one evening and called her and said “if you think you can do it better. Come down here tonight and fucking prove it…”

Nothing got proven that night other than the worktop in the kitchen was really bloody sturdy…

The entire family had thought the story hilarious as like his father and mother, they had gone from enemies to lovers and completely skipped the friends part.

Charlotte Sophia Bridgerton

Anthony’s little whirlwind. He had wanted a mini Kate and that was exactly what he got.

From the moment Charlotte came rushing into the world, in what (until Lucy), was the quickest birth in the history of the Bridgerton’s… she had been on the go.

Charlotte didn’t learn to walk, the moment she was on her feet she ran around. She was in A&E more times as a child because she ran and didn’t walk than both of her brother’s combined.

Violet and Mary had thought it hilarious.

Charlotte was stubborn but she was loving and gentle and very much the boss of the family. She had her father in the palm of her hands and when she was little Anthony would take her to the office and he would often go into meetings with glitter and all sorts of makeup on and Charlotte and Violet could be heard screaming as they ran around together in the Bridgerton Enterprise headquarters.

The two girls were inseparable like their mothers, and both had their mother’s temperaments and complement one another. They were only separated from one another by one school year and Lottie deferred her Uni application by a year so she and Violet could go together as Will had gone of to the academy.

Will was her other partner in crime, given that he was the same age as her, born a day apart, but only by the space of about 30 minutes. Kate had gone into labour with Lottie within hours of Sophie… and gave birth before Sophie. A source of great annoyance and hilarity between the two best friends.

Lottie worked with her Aunt Sophie with the charity for a year. She loved Animals like Violet had but she had always had a penchant for horses and the larger animals, whereas Violet was more the smaller animals, so whilst both girls were going to study Veterinary Studies, Lottie was focusing on larger animals and equestrian care than the smaller animals.

Lottie was quite the horse rider, she took after her mother and when she had heard about her father’s Aunt Billie who had been able to ride a horse backwards, Lottie took it as a personal challenge to do it herself… nearly giving her father a heart attack in the meantime.

She also decided she had to go one better, and so she had learned to jump the horse over a hedge whilst riding backwards… after being dared by her older brothers…

The first she had tried she ended up in the bush, with a broken arm… Edmund and Miles had been grounded for the entirety of Charlotte’s confinement and made to wait on her hand and foot…

Violet had been the one to point out, whilst they were sitting playing with their barbies that the way to do it was to rig a different saddle and give Lottie something to hold onto… so the day after Lottie’s cast came off, the two girls spent the afternoon rigging up something on the saddle and Lottie went off again…

And managed it.

The family didn’t know if they should be cross or amused that they worked it out… given that Charlotte was only 9 and Violet 8…

Lottie was very much a daddy’s girl. She would only settle as a baby if Anthony put her to bed and her first words had been Dada, unlike the boys who said Mama…

Lottie and Violet were the best of friends and very much like sister’s so it hadn’t been much of a shock that the two girls fell in love with brother’s.

Violet had met Ed first, picking Will up from practice one night to bring him to dinner with her and Lottie. Violet had then dragged Charlotte to one of the England games Will and Ed were playing in and she met Jack Bennett.

Jack played for Bath and this thrilled Kate and after their first time meeting him, she turned into Violet and started planning her daughter’s wedding… Anthony grumbled but when he watched his nephew and daughters and niece’s boyfriend win the Rugby World cup he had burst with pride.

Pride which was dampened a bit when he watched Jack drop to one knee and on national TV asked his daughter to marry him. (Anthony had known it was coming but still…)

And Like Benedict. He had been inconsolable the night before Lottie married.

Mary Edwina Bridgerton

Mary was the shock arrival for the Bridgerton family.

Kate and Anthony were sure they were done having kids, to the point Anthony had actually had a vasectomy a few months before Mary was conceived… Anthony was teased mercilessly by his brother’s when this had happened after he had made so many comments as a teen about not having kids when in his 40s…

Mary had been a difficult baby to carry and Kate had been very sick with her, finally understanding a bit of what Sophie had been through as Kate was as sick as a chip with Mary.

Kate had fainted at work and it was then that they had learned she was pregnant.

Mary was breech and so was born via caesarean section and Anthony had never been more scared in his life and was pretty sure he would have vomited and fainted if it wasn’t for his brother being a support.

However Mary was perfectly healthy when she was born. She was the perfect blend of Anthony and Kate, she had her mothers frizz and her father’s chestnut hair but she was more reserved that her siblings but given the age gap it was to be expected.

She spent a lot of time with her cousin’s and much to her father’s dismay was really close with Janet and John Stirling given they were close in age to her.

Unlike her siblings who were the outdoorsy type, Mary preferred being indoors with a book, she was studious and she had a logical mind and loved puzzles and really enjoyed watching her cousin Alex working on his architectural designs. Watching the shapes and the methodological way he worked.

She loved research and she wanted to help people, she was 8 when she saw William with a broken nose and a concussion from his rugby training and she had helped him with his dizziness and she loved caring for people. When her grandma Mary took sick, she was there helping her mama care for her. Whenever one of her siblings took poorly she looked after each of her family members.

She surprised no one when she said she wanted to go into medicine. However, she decided as her cousin and her sister both married rugby players and her cousin was one and she spent a lot of her youth watching rugby that she wanted to specialise in sports medicine.

She trained and became a Doctor, she specialised in head injuries and looking after those, wanting to minimise the trauma and early onset of dementia and alzheimers that the injuries could cause and this would become her life's mission. She improved the quality of the protective head equipment and managed to convince the RFU to make t mandatory, she made head injury replacements no longer optional and they were a permanent change rather than just a 10 minute check and she managed to bring around great change in the game with her innovations.

The head gear and rules became the MEB initiative and she was awarded an OBE for her services to the sport.

Mary, like her sister, married a rugby player but unlike her sister, she married a woman. This was the other thing that spurred her on. Mary and her wife Marsha became a home for all the injured animals that Violet and Charlotte helped heal who didn’t have homes.

When Marsha retired from rugby after a severe shoulder injury, they bought a farm, Mary had said her house was already like one so she might as well live on one.

Mary was 15 when she realised that she didn’t like boys after a boy kissed her and she had thrown up on him but when her best friend at the time, Annette kissed her… she felt all the butterflies that she thought she was supposed to feel.

Alex had been the one to talk to Mary, he had seen her struggling and he had a feeling he knew why as he recognised all the same behaviours in himself when he was younger and one day when she had been watching him work, he had asked her about it.

She broke down in tears and told him and he had shared with him how he had felt. How his parents had been so accepting and how he had wished he had come out to them sooner as he was able to be himself.

So over sunday dinner the following week, Mary came out to her entire family. Like ribbing off a band aid she told every one (though she did tell her mother and father separately first, Anthony had cried and promised he loved his daugther no matter what and he had been thrilled that she was comfortable enough to tell him)

The family didn’t even act shocked. John just groaned that he owned Lottie £20. Mary would have been offended but Lottie took her out for dinner with her winnings and pointed out that they were Bridgerton’s… they took bets on these sorts of things.

Miles pointed out that he lost £10 to William for betting against Alex and Mary felt a little less put out.

Alex had been jubilant and he had taken his little cousin under his wing and vowed that she would never have to go through a Pride like he and Miles did, banning both sets of parents from going and he had helped Mary and looked after her.

When Mary had a daughter via surrogate she named her daughter Alexandra, after her cousin who had helped her accept herself when she had been so sure no one else would.