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The Madness in the Genius: Cal Thresher x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

There’s an equation on the bathroom mirror. It’s written in the condensation from the shower that you’ve just taken together in Cal’s mansion in Tulsa. He winds a plush white towel around his hips as he stands there observing it.

Something to do with soil density ratios, he thinks as he studies the intricate detail of the math.

He doesn’t understand it, he never has but that’s not the point, you do and that’s all he really cares about because shit like this, it’s what makes him money.

That’s why he hired you in the first place, a botanist with an additional PhD in genetics to help with the cultivation of his product. You don’t just grow pot, you engineer it. An artist, he’d heard you described as before he lured you over to his company with the promise of a shiny new lab, extensive greenhouses and state of the art equipment. It had cost him millions to buy you out of your contract with the Bevilaqua Family and he’s reaped that money back tenfold in the time you’ve been working with him. Bill’s still pissed about it, it’s why the two of them parted ways.

“What is it?” He asks you, jerking his thumb back towards the bathroom mirror as he steps into the bedroom.

His gaze comes to rest on the bed you’ve recently vacated. The sheets are tussled from the evidence of your vigorous activities. Scattered across the nightstand are the expensive leather cuffs, the riding crop and a rose gold wand he’d used to edge you before he fucked you so thoroughly your voice is now raw from screaming his name.

“That is the solution to the issue I was having with the new strain.” You tell him as you stand in front of the bedroom mirror, already dressed, braiding your damp hair. “I had to check if the math works.”

“Does it?” He asks you as you use a hair tie to secure the placement of the strands.

“I’ll find out when I get back to my lab.” You tell him, your lips turning up into a small smile as your eyes meet his in the reflection. “A couple of hours of recreation was just what the doctor ordered.”

This is why you fuck him. Sex is an excellent mental stimulant and sometimes you need a change of pace. His deviances heighten your pleasure, deliver a more intense orgasm. He takes immense satisfaction in ruining you, in getting you to the point where ecstasy and euphoria blend and you lose every single one of those complicated thoughts that occupy your head.

The breakthrough always strikes in the aftermath and that suits Cal because he’s never been the type to wallow in the afterglow.

“I’m glad to have been of service.” He tells you, returning your smile as he picks up the black silk robe he was wearing before you made an appearance tonight and pulls it on over his shoulders. “You know where I am the next time you need some… relief.”

“Of course.” You murmur, your lips brushing over his cheek.

It’s a cursory gesture. Your mind is already elsewhere, back at the greenhouses on his weed plantation. He’s been thinking of building you a place there, something small. You spend all hours amongst those plants, caring for them, growing them, studying them. He’s often wondered when you go home to rest. Then he’d come across the camp bed you’d set up in one of the greenhouses and realised that most nights you don’t.

It's the madness in the genius, he supposes as the door clicks shut behind you. It’s the beauty in it too.

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I want that old man (Dwight and Cal from Tulsa king)

[the-hinky-panda]

War of the Roses: Part IV

Warning: Mention of miscarriages

It’s three in the afternoon when Bill’s phone rings with a number he doesn’t recognize. He’s in the middle of cleaning the pistols he recently shot, an effort to get you out of his system. He had taken care of himself in the shower last night, kicking himself for stopping you from unbuckling his belt in the barn. He let his imagination run wild later that night, picturing your legs wrapped around his hips, his cock slowly sinking into your tight, wet heat. It took less than fifteen seconds before he came. 

The morning was just as bad, waking up with a raging hard on and the vestiges of a dream where you were in the bed beside him. It took him thirty seconds to relieve himself that time. So he did the only thing that he could and that was throwing himself into farm work. He unloaded a truck bed full of hay bales, picked up the feed store order and stacked it in the feed room. And when his muscles started getting sore, he chopped wood for two hours. By midafternoon, his energy was beginning to flag and he started cleaning guns to keep his mind and hands busy. But when the phone rang, he took a shot and answered it anyway. 

“Yeah.�� 

There is silence on the other end and he reaches for the end button. But before his finger lands on it, a voice comes through. 

“Bill?” 

He doesn’t recognize your voice at first. You’ve always been soft spoken, but this is different. You’ve been crying and something twists in his chest. “Yeah, I’m here.” 

“He kicked me out,” you tell him with no warble in your voice. But the next statement is more difficult for you to get out. “The horses…I don’t know…” 

“What did he do to the fucking horses?” 

“Nothing, yet.” 

That “yet” makes him just as concerned as you are right now. You getting tossed out is bad enough to make him see red but to put animals into the mix of a human dispute, that’s just unconscionable. “Where are you right now? You safe?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. But I only have three days to find someone to take the horses. Bill, he’s going to send them to the knacker.” 

“Fucking hell.” He sits back in his chair. “How many do you have? Four, right?” 

You sniff and clear your throat. “Yeah, there’s four of them. There’s a stable in Tulsa that can take two of them because they’re therapy horses but they don’t have space for the other two.” 

“Don’t you worry about splitting them up. I’ll have a rig down there first thing in the morning to pick up all four of them. Now,” he stands up and starts putting away the cleaning kit, “what hotel are you staying in?” 

You tell him where you are and thank him in between sobs. He immediately calls his barn manager and tells him to drive the rig down to Thresher’s first thing tomorrow morning. He also tells them to throw a couple shovels and burlap bags in the back too. If he has to dig the rose bushes out himself, he will. He knows this may end the business relationship he has with Cal, but in all honesty, he doesn’t give one flying fuck. He has other weed farms; he doesn’t need one in Oklahoma. Thresher is already rich off oil and doesn’t need it either. And it’s better to end this before it even begins. 

He packs an overnight bag, locks up the house and climbs into his car. It’s a four hour drive back down to Tulsa, to the hotel name that you gave him. He spends those four hours asking himself why he’s doing this. He’s had plenty of business partners before and never paid their wives any mind. A couple of them tried to get into his bed but he never cared for the mess that it creates being involved with a married woman. But there’s something about you, something that draws him to you. 

The hotel he pulls up to is actually a motel right off the interstate. It’s in a dangerous area and the building is falling apart. This is absolutely not going to happen and he’s glad he made the trip down here tonight. The thought of you spending the night in this hellhole makes him just as angry as the horses going to the knacker. He leaves his bag in the car because he is not going to stay here tonight and neither are you. When he knocks on the door, you open it almost immediately. 

You’re still crying, eyes puffy and red. You’re in jeans and sweatshirt, no make up, and your hair is pulled back in a messy bun. You’re still the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. You immediately embrace him, pressing your face against his chest and holding on to him in a tight grip. 

“I can’t believe you’re here.” 

“I am.” He kisses your temple. “I’ll always come when you need me.” 

It’s then that he realizes, standing in the doorway of a cheap motel off the interstate in Tulsa, that he can live without seeing Cal Thresher again but he can’t live without you.

***

You’re numb. That’s the only way you can describe the feeling of walking into a suite at the Mayo with Bill. You spent the day going through the suitcases that Cal packed for you and found he had included all your clothes, the jewelry that you arrived with from your parents, and fifteen thousand dollars cash. Those were all your belongings in the world. Your credit cards and checkbook were taken. Your phone lost cell service about an hour ago. All the vehicles you drove the last six years had been part of Cal’s fleet. 

The world seems so big because you realize just how small you are. 

“Here.” Bill takes your bag out of your hand and replaces it with a glass. “Drink that.” 

You stare down into the amber liquid. Whiskey, of course. You drink it like a shot, throwing it down your throat and relishing in the burning sensation it leaves. It’s good to feel something right now. You look around the hotel room and realize it’s a suite, complete with a kitchenette, living room area, and what you assume is the bedroom further back in the space. It’s definitely a step up from where you had landed at the Oil City Motel. 

“Thank you.” You know you should expand on that simple statement. Bill needs to know the depth of the gratitude you feel for him right now. He saved your horses. He picked you up from a dangerous part of town and brought you here. You remember that moment in his car on the drive over here, when he took hold of your hand and gave it a squeeze. 

“We’re getting the rose bushes too. You, the horses, the roses, all of you are coming to KC until we figure out what to do next.” 

You play those words back in your head and the big, intimidating world gets a little smaller, a little more comforting. 

Bill brings a half-empty whiskey bottle over to you and adds more to the glass. “I told you to call me if you ever needed anything. You promised me would and you did. You kept your promise and I kept mine.” He takes a shot of whiskey straight from the bottle. “You go get a shower, watch Golden Girls or 90 Day Fiance, and get some sleep. I’ll pick you up after we get the horses.” 

Now you understand why he left his bag by the door. “You’re not staying here?” 

He gives you a slightly regretful look. “Not tonight. I’m staying down the hall.” 

“What if I want you to stay?” 

He cups your face, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone, and kisses you gently on the lips. “I would love nothing more than that, but I’m not going to have our first night together be under these circumstances.” 

The circumstance is you thinking you owe him something and you realize, he’s not exactly wrong. “Cal knows we fucked in the barn.” 

“Cal doesn’t know shit.” Bill gives you the most sinful smile. “Besides, that wasn’t fucking.” 

You give him a slightly surprised look. “It wasn’t?” 

He laughs. “No. That was just a warm-up.” He kisses you again, this time with more pressure, more want. Once again you can taste the whiskey he just drank, the smokey notes. He steps back and releases a shaky breath. “The fact you don’t know what a proper fucking feels like with a goddamn crime. One I’m going to fix. But not tonight, sweetheart.” 

You watch him leave, the door closing very quietly behind him. Your face is still warm from the whiskey and the kiss but you find yourself smiling for the first time today. How ironic it took a divorce to provide you with an example of what genuine love looks like. 

[1stspectre]

cal on tuchanka, suit covered in acid: another tHRESHER MAW ? rEALLY ??

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Galaxy-8: Never Have I Ever!

(Galaxy-8 makes no sense whatsoever, and is full of nothing but pure unfiltered insanity. Take everything within with a pinch of salt and enjoy the humor)

Scene: The mess hall of Admiral Thrawn’s Star Destroyer. Seven people are clustered around a table late at night with a large bottle of alcohol in the middle of the table. Each person also has a shot glass. They are: Ahsoka Tano, Cal Kestis, ARC Trooper Hardcase, Clone Commander Rex (who has swapped with Cody for a week to give him some peace), Clone Commander Shepard, Farmer Envoy Kaeden Larte, and Admiral Thrawn. On Hardcase’s suggestion, they are about to play a very notorious game!

Hardcase: Ok, everyone knows the rules right?

Everyone else: Yes.

Hardcase: Good, now, this bottle of booze is a rare Dowutin wine! Very strong and very potent. This is what we will be drinking in this game.

Commander Shepard: What fun. I am an expert at holding my alcohol.

Cal: Bah! No you are not!

Commander Rex: Yeah... you really aren’t!

Shepard: -_-

Kaeden: So... who is going first?

Thrawn: I will. Never have I ever jumped off a cliff.

Ahsoka, Cal and Shepard drink.

Rex: Why am I not surprised! It’s no wonder Cody has a heart attack on a daily basis!

Ahsoka: XD

Kaeden: Ok... me next! Never have I ever had to fill out endless paperwork!

Everyone else: -_-

Everyone but Kaeden drinks.

Hardcase: You bitch!

Kaeden: Lol!

Rex: Alright then Kaeden... you want to play it that way? Never have I ever slept with General Tano!

Ahsoka: 0_0

Kaeden drinks with a smirk on her face.

Kaeden: And I’m proud to be the only one here that has Commander!

Hardcase drinks

Everyone else: 0_0

Hardcase: ... what?

Ahsoka: HARDCASE WTF?!?! WE’VE NEVER SLEPT TOGETHER!!!

Hardcase: Oh I know... not sexually at least. We did share that bedroll on Geonosis’ moon though. If you wanna be technical, then we’ve slept together.

Ahsoka: Yeah... but even still!!! (turns to Cal who is smirking) What are you smirking at Kestis... and why didn’t you drink?! We’ve kriffed before too!! Don’t you remember? It was me, you and Merrin!!

Everyone else: 0_0

Cal: ... I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t remember and bring that up honestly.

Ahsoka: Pffttt... why would I forget?! XD

Kaeden: Gotta admit... I’m kinda jealous.

Ahsoka: Don’t worry Larte... you’re still my favourite! XD

Kaeden: XD

Thrawn: Please don’t start!

Rex: I second that! Who is next?

Ahsoka: Me! Me! Never have I ever had a farming thresher explode in my face!

Kaeden: -_-

Everyone else: XD

Kaeden drinks

Kaeden: You’ll be lucky if you get lucky tonight Tano!

Ahsoka: :’(

Shepard: My turn now. Never have I ever said the wrong name in bed!

Thrawn drinks

Ahsoka: ... whoa! Admiral... seriously... you?!?

Thrawn: Sigh... there was two girls I liked back on my homeworld. I bedded one, but called her by the other name. Suffice to say that was the end of that!

Rex: Wow! Bad luck dude!

Cal: Like.. seriously bad luck!

Kaeden: Super bad luck!

Shepard: How the kriff did you manage that?!

Ahsoka: That’s what I want to know?!

Thrawn: ... I honestly do not know. It just happened. Can we move on please?

Hardcase: Sure thing, my turn. Never have I ever had sex with a member of the same gender!

Ahsoka, Kaeden and Shepard drink.

Cal: ... 0_0 seriously Commander? I mean... I expected it from Larte and Tano, since one is gay and the other plays for both teams! But you too?

Shepard: Eh... what can I say... I’m a man of many powers. All I did was walk up to him and say, ‘We’ll bang ok.’

Hardcase: Well... credit where it’s due brother!

Cal: Please don’t share that story though!

Shepard: Heh... ok.

Cal: My turn then I guess. Never have I ever been shot down by a potential suitor.

Ahsoka and Hardcase both drink.

Ahsoka: Damn Barriss. One day I’ll succeed.

Hardcase: Some woman in 79′s. Wasn’t interested.. but that was fine. I’m a gentleman after all.

Rex: Bah!

Thrawn: And so play returns to me. Excellent. Never have I ever had sex with a Jedi!

Ahsoka, Cal and Kaeden all drink.

Cal: Since Ahsoka outed our dalliance I kind of have to drink here.

Ahsoka: Sorry buddy! If it helps you aren’t the only Jedi I’ve done it with!

Kaeden: Meanwhile Ahsoka is the only Jedi I’ve done it with! (offers a high fives, which Ahsoka accepts)

Suddenly... Rex drinks too

Everyone else: 0_0

Rex: ... what?

Everyone else: WHO?! WHO?!

Rex: ... Cere Junda.

Everyone else: 🤯 

Hardcase: HA! WAIT TILL I TELL CODY!!!

Ahsoka: Awww... I wanna be the one to tell him!!!

Rex: XD

[korkro]

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I feel like posting a very brief snippet of my upcoming fic. I want to put it on AO3 this month but it’s not quite ready yet. I can’t even remember the last time I posted any writing on this blog :/

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Shepard and Kaidan are home, back at their apartment on the Citadel after almost two weeks on Earth. Cal did take Kaidan to the canyon--showing him the hot springs, the store that still has the open mic night Ryan would make him participate in, and the various waterfalls. Cal couldn’t make it to the last ones with his leg but they took the shuttle service and he got to show Kaidan everything he wanted to.

When it was time to leave Mexico, they decided to take an impromptu trip to Canada to visit Kaidan’s mom. His aunt was still at the orchard and Kaidan’s (favorite) cousin came by too. But now they’re home and Shepard is glad. His mind needs some rest, the past month has been especially taxing.

He’s on the couch the next day, his suitcase still not unpacked, and on the phone with Wrex. Wrex and Bakara are very busy krogan these days but they still remembered to message him last week and ask how he was doing. They were there for him as much as they could be during his recovery. Now Shepard’s telling him about his trip and Wrex is telling him how he defeated a thresher maw with his bare hands.

“Just tossed your gun down and choked it to death, yeah?” Cal laughs. “Or did you ride it around like a horse first? Cowboy Wrex!”

“Pfft, you know all about riding.”

“And you know how good I am at it!”

The door to the apartment opens and he watches Kaidan walk in carrying a bunch of groceries. “Alright, Kay’s back so I’m gonna get going. I’ll talk to you later, cowboy.”

“Heh, later.”

“Who was that?” Kaidan asks as Cal helps with the bags.

“Wrex, he was asking about our trip.”

Kaidan’s omni-tool beeps with a very distinct sound and Shepard grimaces. They both know who that message is from.

“I’ll put the rest of this stuff away while you take care of that.”

Kaidan sits at the table as he reads his email. “The Council has a mission they really want me to take. An Alliance crew was murdered.”

Cal’s face scrunches. “Any details?”

“No, they want me to call. I’m gonna take this in the other room.”

“Once I’m done, I’ll join.”

He nods and then he’s off into the spare bedroom where their computer is set up. Why is the Council and not the Alliance contacting Kaidan? Do they suspect it’s an inside job? Shepard doesn’t want to be there during the initial call because he doesn’t want them to think he’s joining the mission, or that he’s the one leading. Cal hates that people tend to automatically defer to him despite how fucking capable Kaidan is.

He stands at the door a moment, trying to listen, but the voices are muffled. This isn’t what he wanted so soon after they got home but Kaidan will most likely take this mission. But he knows he needs to get used to this, this is their lives now. Kaidan is a soldier and a spectre, Cal chooses not to be.

[bullet-prooflove]

7.30 in the morning, with your bedhead and my white sheets

For Cal Thresher

Tagging: @kmc1989 @queenslandlover-93 @nu1freakshow @lazilynervoussong @mimi-8793

Companion piece to:

The Madness in the Genius - Cal and you have a special arrangement.

Poppy Seeds - You take care of a problem for Cal.

You Can Leave Your Hat On (NSFW) - Things change for you and Cal.

It’s seven thirty in the morning and you’re still tangled up in Cal’s sheets, your hair a bird’s nest from where he’d fucked you so thoroughly you hadn’t been able to move in the aftermath.

Cal doesn’t mind, if anything you’ve earned your rest after the events of yesterday. He thought that Ming’s death may weigh on you, give you fitful dreams but you sleep like a baby, your face pressed into his pillow, splayed out on your stomach.

He’s standing in front of the gilded gold mirror, fastening the last few buttons on his crisp white shirt when you begin to stir. The edges of his mouth tip up into a small smile as he watches you in the reflection. It does something to him seeing you in his bed, something he doesn’t expect, he’s had no problem sleeping alone since his divorce but waking up next to you it’s different, pleasant.

You prop your head up on the pillow when he turns to face you. His blue eyes drink in your bareness as he stalks towards you like a predator. His fingers thread through your hair, gripping it in his fist as he tugs it lightly. You moan at the sensation as his lips ghost over your jaw, seeking at that deviant little spot just underneath the hollow of your throat.

“I have business to attend to.” He tells you as you arch against him, his cock starting to throb within the confines of his jeans.

“Or you could come back to bed.” You tease, your breath hitching as his teeth graze your skin. “Ravage me a little more.”

“Hm, murder makes you amorous.” He murmurs as his palm slips down to your throat, fingers tightening as he pushes you back down into his pillow.

“No Cal, it’s you.” You whisper as his thumb traces over your parted lips, still swollen from last night’s kisses. “Just you.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

Three things for Cal Thresher: silk, pen, glasses

Tagging: @kmc1989 @queenslandlover-93 @nu1freakshow @lazilynervoussong @mimi-8793

Companion piece to:

The Madness in the Genius - Cal and you have a special arrangement.

Poppy Seeds - You take care of a problem for Cal.

You Can Leave Your Hat On (NSFW) - Things change for you and Cal.

You are a distraction, one that Cal is trying to valiantly ignore as he sits at the conference room table with the distributors of his weed business. They’re here to discuss the new strains that you’ve been producing this year, the potential revenue and their market placement.

You’re sitting on his right, wearing a burgundy silk shirt that clings to your curves in a way that makes his dick twitch and dark rimmed glasses that make you look every inch the beautiful scientist that you are.

He can tell you’d rather be back in your lab from the way you’re playing with your pen. Your fingertips run lightly over the tip before gliding down the length and then back up again. It’s exactly the way you stroke his cock when the two of you are together, and Cal can’t get the image out of his head as he listens to the man in front of him drone on about projections.

Out of the corner of his eye, you increase the pace of your motions, the pen sliding between your fingers, thumb tracing over the end. You did this exact same thing to him this morning, right before he blew his load in that sweet mouth of yours. He recalls how tight you felt around him, how wet as he fucked your throat. He grits his teeth as he shifts slightly, discreetly rearranging  himself and that’s when he hears you say the word ‘oh’.

He can’t help but turn his head towards you at the exclamation and when he does it’s to the sight of black ink smeared across your cleavage from where the tip of the pen has popped off. It drips down into the curve of your breasts the same way his come does when he fucks your tits and Cal’s cock starts to leak at the sheer debauchery of it.

“Adele.” He says purposefully, his heated blue eyes meeting yours. “Why don’t you clean yourself up and meet me in my office when you’re done.”

You push away from the table, raising to your feet and Cal can’t help but fixate on the sashay of your hips in that black pencil skirt of yours as you head to the door.

“Alright.” He says, turning his attention back to the remaining members of the group as he envisions bending you over his desk and spanking you until you’re glistening for him. “Let’s wrap this up quickly, I have other matters to attend to.”

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[bullet-prooflove]

You Can Leave Your Hat On: Cal Thresher x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @queenslandlover-93 @nu1freakshow @lazilynervoussong @mimi-8793

Companion piece to:

The Madness in the Genius - Cal and you have a special arrangement.

When you ask Cal to leave the hat on, he laughs. He’s half undressed, balls deep inside of you and your request it’s just the stupidest damn thing but it makes you smile so the hat stays on.

This thing between the two of you it’s usually raw, intense, always taking place in his bedroom.

A lot of slap and just a little bit of tickle. You respond to his harshness with soaked panties and filthy moans and Cal he just eats that up because he gets off on the control and you get off on losing it.

Tonight though, tonight it’s different because you don’t make it to the bedroom, he ends up taking you on the dining room table, your flannel shirt falling over your bareness as he fucks you with his jeans down by his ankles and that cowboy hat perched on his head.

“Tell me the truth.” He murmurs against your lips, his palm gripping your throat, fingertips slowly squeezing. “You killed him for me didn’t you?”

You start to tighten and Cal can feel you both there, right on the edge of oblivion.

“Yes.” You whisper. “Yes I did.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Poppy Seeds: Cal Thresher x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @queenslandlover-93 @nu1freakshow @lazilynervoussong @mimi-8793

Companion piece to:

The Madness in the Genius - Cal and you have a special arrangement.

Jackie Ming is a problem. One that Cal doesn’t know how to solve.

You can sense his restlessness as he walks through the grow, see the tension in his jaw when he looks at the poppies flourishing in the central field. You feel his frustration when he fucks you, it’s raw, vengeful, passionate.

You know all of this stems from the fact Jackie put a gun to your head.

The fact he threatened to pull the trigger when you refused to engineer a stronger sample of poppies. You hate the fucking things, they’re too simple, too boring. You like the complexity of working marijuana, the adaptability of it, the challenge.

Cannabis, it’s holistic, it cleans the soil, draining it of chemicals and heavy metals, leaving it pure for the next batch. Poppies they strangle everything around them, depositing their seeds for the next round of germination.

“She’ll do it.” Cal had answered for you as Jackie’s thumb pulled back the hammer of the Glock. “She’ll cultivate whatever the fuck you want.”

No I fucking won’t, you’d thought but Cal had given you that look and you knew better than to argue the point.

Now you’re working in the lab that Cal pays for, bio engineering poppies that produce twice the opium than the ones already growing out in the field. The potency of the seeds you hold in your hand, it’s enough to kill an addict ten times over.

“Sit with me.” Jackie says after he summons you to his makeshift workspace at the edge of the grow. It’s a site office like the ones that people use in construction. There’s a beverage station tucked away in the corner, one with an authentic Chinese tea set resting upon the counter. It’s the only thing he still embraces from his hertiage, everything else about him from the tracksuits to the gold screams Americanisation.

You take the offered chair across from his desk, sitting in silence as you watch him decant the tea that's been brewing in the cast iron tea pot into a single cup. He doesn’t offer you one and you don’t ask.

You understand it for what it is. A powerplay, one you’re well acquainted with from your time working with corporations and the Bevilaqua Family. It’s meant to put you in your place, remind you whose in control here.

“There’s going to be a change of management today.” He tells you as the steam winds from the cup. There’s a nutty aroma in the air, more cloying that his usual brand.

“What happens to Cal?” You ask him and his eyes flicker up to meet yours as he lifts that cup to his lips.

There’s a soullessness in Jackie, one that you’ve never seen in another human being in all your time on this earth. You’ve worked with sociopaths before, even a few psychopaths but never with someone as ruthless or malevolent as this. Someone who gets off on pain, who enjoys it.

“He’ll be taken care of.” Jackie tells you, finally taking a sip of his poppy seed tea.

You know what that means, a bullet to the back of the head, a shallow grave in one of the fields so his body can be used for fertiliser. That’s what they’d done with the others they’d killed, you assume it’ll be no different.

“You know I can’t let that happen.” You tell him as you uncross and then recross your legs.

“You don’t really have a…” The tea kicks in then, the one brewed with the poppy seeds you’ve spend weeks cultivating in your lab. It’s a massive spike of opium straight to his nervous system, one strong enough to cause an OD.

It’s not like in the movies, there’s no seizure, no violence, just the sound of Jackie’s head striking the desk as he slumps forward in his seat. His breathing becomes, slow, erratic. A light rasp that echoes through the makeshift office as you remained seated, watching the raise and fall of his ribcage. When it finally stops, you push yourself to your feet, placing two fingers against his jugular, checking for a pulse.

Nothing.

As you look down at him you expect to feel something but there’s just this void because Jackie, he wasn’t human, not really. After the things you’ve seen him do, you doubt you’ll lose any sleep over his death.

It’s late when Cal comes to the greenhouse that night. He’s reviewing a couple of contracts when he glances outside of his window and realises the lights are on in the distance. You’re still up, working away diligently and it makes him smile because the two of you are both night owls. He raises to his feet , the vertebrae in his back popping before he decides to take a walk down there, see if you’ll join him at the house for a little wine, a little extracurricular activity to chase away the pressure he feels bearing down on him.

When he enters the glass structure, there you are with a shovel in your hand, patting down the soil in the new planting bed. There’s dirt smeared on your clothes, a streak of it on your cheek.

“I took care of the Jackie problem.” You tell him, using the back of your wrist to push your hair back away from your flushed features.

His eyebrows furrow into a frown at that statement because it can’t just be that simple, but then he  looks at the planting bed and then back at you and he realises maybe it is because Jackie he’s never understood you, the work you do here, your investment in it. To you this isn’t just growing weed, it’s a live study. The type of shit you do here is publishable in scientific journals, he should know he’s read the notes you’ve left lying around.

It’s the reason you left the Bevilaqua Family, you needed something more legit so you publish your work, so that you could experiment and create something that’s going to benefit people in the future. The models you’re using here, they could be applied to third world countries if you developed them enough, they could help with farming, agriculture. The potential of what you could do it’s boundless.

And that’s the other part of Cal’s business, the part that Jackie couldn’t grasp because he was too short sighted.

Cal could patent all of that, he could make billions off the work you’re developing and that’s why he invested so much in you, why he gave you a lab, and anything else you damn wanted.

“Did you do that for me or for the weed?” He asks you because he wants to understand the trajectory of your thinking.

He admits he’s gotten a little attached to you during your time together. He’s curious to know if this was purely clinical decision on your part or something a more personal.

“Both.” You tell him, setting the shovel down before stripping off your gardening gloves and tossing them onto the work bench. “He was going to kill you, double down on the poppies. I’d rather he didn’t.”

A simple honest explanation. One that makes something spark in Cal’s chest, something he’s never felt before.

“You should come up to the house.” He tells you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Let me reward you for… taking care of our problem.”

You smile then and it’s like seeing the sunrise for the very first time.

“Alright.” You say, picking up your keys so you can lock up the green house. “Let’s see that you have in mind.”

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New Characters:

Eddie Diaz (911)

Bodhi (Tulsa King)

John Winchester (Supernatural)

New Fics:

911:

Box Breathing - Eddie's been struggling since Christopher left.

Always - You make a promise to Eddie.

Real - Eddie tells you he wants something real.

911 Lone Star:

Not A Good Time - Judd won't tell you what's really going on.

The Bear:

Taylor Swift - A conversation about Taylor Swift turns into a proposal.

Chicago Med:

Insatiable - You and Dean navigate menopause together.

Cobra Kai:

Like A Virgin (NSFW) - Terry wishes he'd been your first.

Out of Love - You're convinced things will change when you get home to LA.

FBI:

Not How It Works - Stuart knows how it never works that way with you.

Haven:

Hand Drawn Heart - You go on the run after Evi turns up with news for Duke.

No Colour Without You - Dwight tries to maintain contact when you try to withdraw.

JAG:

Fun - Mic suggests the two of you have a little fun.

Mayor of Kingstown:

ASMR (NSFW) - Listening to you is like ASMR for Robert's dick.

Battle Scars - Mike tells you how he feels after a near miss.

NCIS:

Talking In Your Sleep - Jimmy's used to you talking in your sleep.

NCIS-Origins:

Right Here - You come home to find Gibbs waiting for you on your doorstep.

Wait It Out - You and Gibbs wait out a threat to your saftey.

Shirt (NSFW) - Mike turns up to a crime scene to find you wearing his shirt.

Psych:

Lock The Door - Carlton will always pick up the phone to you.

Supernatural:

Did You Miss Me? (NSFW) - John shows you just how much he's missed you.

Tulsa King:

Pause - Mitch realises he hasn't been listening to you.

Martini - Mitch and Lola have it out at the bar.

A Skyful of Stars - Mitch tracks you down to a bar in New Orleans.

Poppy Seeds - You take care of a problem for Cal.

You Can Leave Your Hat On (NSFW) - Things change for you and Cal.

Tantric - Bodhi and you have something truly unique.

Every Single Inch (NSFW) - Dwight and you play a game of just the tip.

Twisters:

Not Yet - Tyler isn't ready to let go just yet.

Yellowstone:

Kitty - Ryan knows something's not right when he seees you with another man.

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New Characters:

Cal Thresher (Tulsa King)

Kurt McVeigh (The Good Wife)

New Fics:

Cobra Kai:

Budapest - Terry surprises you in Budapest.

FBI Most Wanted:

Trying - You and Clinton face problems due to the unpredictability of his job.

Fire Country:

Waiting - You and Bode say goodbye before he goes on campaign.

Campaign Fires - Manny hates campaign fires.

The Good Wife:

His Favourite Song (NSFW) - It's been years but Kurt still knows how exactly what you like.

Mayans:

Five Years Gone - After the death of his brother Neron loses his sobriety.

NCIS Origins:

Check In - Gibbs checks in with you after the night before.

Supernatural:

Sacrifice - Dean learns of the sacrifice you made for him.

Tracker:

The Prettiest Damn Thing - Russell and you reflects on your history during a very special day.

Tulsa King:

Stay Tonight - Dwight and you have your first sleepover.

You're The Sun To Me - You take care of Mitch when he's in pain.

The Madness in the Genius - Cal and you have a special arrangement.

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New Characters:

Evan Buckley (911)

Bobby Nash (911)

New Fics Under The Cut:

911:

Not Yet (NSFW) - Buck loves it when you tug at his curls.

Burning Down The House - You and Buck cause a fire during date night.

A Future With You - Eddie makes a realisation during a one on one game of basketball.

Cash - Eddie discovers your secret Instagram profile.

Cherry Lipstick - Eddie gets better insight into you during a social event.

Christmas Card - Bobby still keeps the very first Christmas card he got in LA.

Chicago Fire:

Crazy, Desperate Things - Jeff intervenes when your ex turns up at your door.

Wallet - Your relationship with Sam is discovered when he forgets his wallet.

Chicago Med:

The Call - Jack receives a terrifying call whilst abroad.

The Cat - Dean doesn't want a cat...

Night Feeds - Sam and you experiance life as new parents.

Cobra Kai:

Sick Day - Terry knows something is wrong when you don't pick up his call.

Love Story - Terry questions your taste in literature.

Health Care - Terry takes care of your healthcare siutation.

Recovery - Terry plays an active role in your recovery.

Honesty - You discover what Terry's been up to when you recieve some unsolicited messages.

Snow - Terry's son Sebastian experiances snow for the first time.

FBI:

All That Glitters - Omar suffers after a tough case.

The Holidays - Omar always thinks about you during the holidays.

FBI Most Wanted:

Socks (NSFW) - Remy has a thing for knee socks

The Good Wife:

Glock 43 - Kurt reflects on your past relationship.

JAG:

Twister - You challenge Mic to a game of Twister.

Law & Order:

Insomnia - Jalen tries to talk about your situation.

Law & Order SVU:

Interrupted (NSFW) - You and Joe are interrupted by his phone.

Orchids - Joe says it with flowers.

NCIS - NOLA:

City Hall - Douglas mourns the loss of an old flame after she elopes with another man.

Love Letters - You still keep Douglas's love letters.

Beads - Dwayne discovers your secret.

NCIS - Origins:

Revelations - Gibbs is surprised to discover a connection between you and Mike Franks.

All Dressed Up - You and Gibbs have a frank conversation about an office event.

NCIS - Sydney:

Night Calls (NSFW) - You call JD in the middle of the night.

Numbers:

Anniversary - Don has to work your anniversary.

SEAL Team:

Ask Me Again - A bad day leads Brock to ask a surprise question.

Supernatural:

Staged - You wake up surprised to find John's stuck around.

Tracker:

Seattle - Things change between you and Russ in Seattle.

Tulsa King:

In The Morning - Cal doesn't mind waking up next to you.

Distraction - You distract Cal during a meeting.

Sunset - Bodhi reflects upon your relationship as you watch the sun set.

Sex Magic - Bodhi thinks about how far he's come since meeting you.

Yellowstone:

Past Lives - Lee's past life comes back to haunt him.

What Comes After The Dog - Ryan and you have a frank discussion about the future.

The Fun Parent - Ryan discovers there are downsides to being the fun parent.

Such A Good Girl - Ryan makes a realisation about your undercover op.

Broken Glass - You think Travis is cheating on you.

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