#[humming law & order theme song]

[chrliekclly]

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Wrong One

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Reader meets Steve while he is on the run and sticks with him through everything. Until he sees Peggy Carter.

Chapter 14: Gotcha

Warnings: swearing, angst

After waiting out of sight to make sure Sharon was taken care of without getting caught up with the local authorities, Bucky helped a dazed Y/N into the car. He tried to engage her but she seemed almost catatonic except for the barely audible humming of the theme song from Camelot.

Sam sat in the back seat with her and put an arm around her shoulders, hugging her to him and speaking softly. "It's alright sweetheart, Sharon is gonna be fine and we will have Winnie back before you know it."

She stopped humming and looked up at him "Steve did that to her, I don't understand. How could he do something like that to her, to anyone? Something happened to him. The quantum thing touched his brain or something, Steve wouldn't do that." She grabbed his arm tightly "What about Winnie? Is he going to hurt her? Sam we have to find her!"

Sam rubbed her shoulder "Hey hey, it's alright we're gonna get her back, I promise you. He wouldn't go to all this trouble to get her and then hurt her." He shook his head sadly. "And Steve will be dealt with so he can't do anything like this again.

We've got you."

Bruce was helping Bucky with the gps tracker and app to figure out where Steve was headed to next.

Bruce sighed "He's moving east, probably to Monaco where there's no extradition treaty with the U.S.. That will make taking him into custody more difficult."

Bucky scoffed "He will need to survive what I'm going to do with him when I find him before I worry about extradition. If we catch him before he gets to ask for asylum and I beat him half dead and stuff him in the trunk then the rest is irrelevant. When the public finds out what he has done, no one will be interested in protecting him."

Bruce shook his head "This just doesn't make any sense. He isn't acting like himself."

Y/N sneered "Or he's finally acting like himself after playing a part all this time."

Bucky looked at her sadly "I don't think he was playing a part when we were kids but that was a long time, and a shit ton of trauma, ago for both of us. I didn't think he would ever leave you but here we are." He sighed "I'll be honest, right now I'm  not interested in how he got like this, saving Winnie is all I really care about. If he survives, and Winnie is safe with Y/N where she belongs, then maybe we can see what's wrong in his head."

Bruce looked at Bucky with wide eyes "What do you mean 'if he survives'?"

Buckys voice was cold "Exactly that. I won't be holding back except to protect Winnie. If I go up against him I will do whatever it takes."

Sam nodded "I'm right behind you, Buck. However it goes."

Bruce looked pale and fell back in his seat mumbling "Yeah, me too."

Sam contacted Shuri and Brunnehilde asking them to meet on the outskirts of Monaco in the morning. He also contacted a field agent assigned there to work with law enforcement to find Steve and Winnie, with firm orders that they weren't to engage, just report.

Y/N fell asleep as they drove in the dark, she leaned up against Sam so he tried to keep still and quiet so she could rest.

Bucky drove as fast as he could on unfamiliar roads at night.

He was relieved when the sun started coming up and they passed the border into Monaco. He woke Bruce up to help him find the safe house where they were supposed to meet Shuri and Brunnehilde.

When they arrived they didn't see any cars or other transportation nearby but considering Shuri's tech, that didn't necessarily mean anything.

As he pulled into the drive the front door opened and Shuri came bounding out.

She smiled sadly at Bucky "My favorite broken white boy." And hugged him tightly "I'm glad to see you but wish it were under better circumstances. Let's get inside and see what we are dealing with."

She turned to welcome Bruce, then Sam who was trying to move without waking Y/N. Unfortunately he failed and she groaned at the sunlight in her face.

Bucky rushed to the door closest to Y/N and helped her out carefully. She shook her head trying to clear out the cobwebs. Once she was standing she saw Shuri "Princess, thank you so much for your help I don't know how-"

Shuri shook her head "To start please call me Shuri" she moved over to hug Y/N gently "and second, you don't need to do or say anything. I will always help the White Wolf and have a deep seated anger for people who imperil children. It sounds like your Steve isn't the man we all believed him to be."

Y/N sighed "I don't even know what to think about him anymore."

Shuri took her arm and led her towards the house "Let's move inside to figure this out. We have food ready."

The first thing they saw was Ayo standing in the doorway, keeping an eye on the princess. When Bucky passed her she nodded "White Wolf" and he returned the greeting before introducing her to Y/N.

Then they could see Brunnehilde in the kitchen, plating up a variety of breakfast foods. Once everyone was introduced they sat down to eat and discuss the situation.

Y/N sat listlessly, picking at her food, moving it around the plate without actually eating anything.

Bucky sat next to her, worry on his face at her demeanor. He whispered softly "Hey doll, I know you don't feel hungry but you need to eat, to keep your strength up for when we find Winnie."

Shuri saw Y/N's lack of interest in her food and asked her to step away from her meal for a moment.

When they were in the hall Shuri stopped her "I brought a breast pump for you, the best of Wakandan tech. It's set up in one of the bedrooms, with plenty of bottles to fill and an ice chest for storage. James said you forgot to bring yours." She gently rubbed Y/N's arm "You'll be more comfortable and able to deal with whatever comes next if you eat and pump."

Y/N nodded, looking down so Shuri couldn't see the tears tracking down her face "Thank you."

Shuri looked at her sadly, no one deserved this. "Think nothing of it. There are also clean clothes and plenty of hot water. I think we will rest until sunset, it will be easier to retain the element of surprise in the dark. Please take care of yourself and before you know it your little girl will be in your arms again."

Y/N nodded, doing the best she could to keep from collapsing in a heap of sobs. She steeled herself, Winnie needed her to be ready to deal with Steve again. She would do it for her.

She went back to the table and ate as much as she could stand, then pumped which made her feel a hundred times better filling up 4 large bottles before it slowed down. Then a hot shower with some delicious smelling products. She put on a large t-shirt and climbed into a large bed, listening to Bucky shower.

When she was almost asleep she felt Bucky climb under the blanket and pull her close.

Y/N was only able to sleep for a few hours before the nightmares started. Bucky helped soothe her but she couldn't go back to sleep. It was after 3pm so they both suited up, although hers was just jeans, a t-shirt, jacket and boots. Then she helped Bucky with his straps and buckles, lastly securing his collection of weapons.

When they left the bedroom they found Shuri and Ayo making sandwiches for everyone.

They all loaded up into the aircraft Shuri brought since it had a stealth mode so he wouldn't see them coming.

As Shuri and Ayo prepared to take off, Bucky's phone rang, private number, he answered and put it on speaker "Yeah?"

That familiar voice replied "Is Y/N there? She really needs to hear this."

Bucky snapped "She's here, say your piece."

Steve chuckled "You should be nicer to the man who holds your girls daughter. We wouldn't want anything to happen to precious little Sarah."

Y/N felt like she was going to throw up and gritted out "I'm right here. Talk"

Steve sighed "That's no way to talk to the love of your life. Anyhow, this is what's going to happen. Y/N, You will come to me and the three of us will go home and live our lives without any interference from your second string Avengers. If any of them, or anyone really, comes to mess with us or you try to mess with me, Sarah dies first, slowly so you can watch knowing it was your fault, then you."

Y/N worked hard to keep her emotions in check, holding Bucky's hand so hard her nails left marks. "Her name is Winnie! I don't believe you would go to all this trouble just to hurt her."

"It's not my first choice but actions have consequences. We can always make more."

"Why do you even want me, Steve? You left me behind without any consideration once, how can I trust you?" She took a breath, feeling like her heart was going to burst "And what you did to Sharon...."

Steve laughed "I can't believe you all care so much about a turncoat like Sharon. How is it that the great team of Wilson and Barnes didn't figure out that she's the Power Broker who wants more super soldiers? At least, as long as she can contain them. She had everything I did to her, and more, coming.

Regardless, get yourself into a car and come to the address I'm sending you. Alone. I see anyone else and well, you know."

She was shaking, trying not to lose it "Fine. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Looking forward to it, sweetheart."

As soon as the call ended, Bucky spoke up. "No, there's no way I'm letting you go in alone. I can hide myself in the back of the car or something. I don't trust him, doll."

She smiled softly at him, "Of course we can't trust him but we need to play along to keep Winnie safe. You guys have the stealth Shuri jet and I'll take the car"

They revised their plan and Bucky watched her get into the car and drive towards the meeting place, scared that he would never see her again.

A short while later she pulled up to a small house that was far enough off the pavement that it just looked like the woods from the road. She crossed her fingers that her team was overhead since she had refused any coms, not wanting to take the chance that Steve figured it out.

She walked up to the front door which was opened before she could even knock. Steve gave her a broad smile but there was something wrong with his eyes, something darker.

Her eyes widened at his attire, an all black suit like his regular tactical suit but instead of a star on his chest the Hydra octopus.

He noticed where her gaze was directed and cleared his throat. When she looked up at him he winked.

"Like it?" He smirked "Come on in, do you want something to drink? Or eat?"

She shook her head stiffly "I'm fine, thanks."

Steve tutted at her "Now honey, you need to relax. Soon you will be back with Sarah, who's napping, and we will be on our way home where none of your friends can bother us"

"They used to be your friends before you got all crazy."

He laughed "None of you figured it out? That's just sad."

He grabbed her and pulled her close, one hand on her lower back and the other on her neck. She tried to pull back but he was too strong and kissed her. He checked her ears for coms and frisked her intimately to make sure she wasn't wired or carrying any weapons.

She turned her head away and even bit his lip but he just laughed "Oh sweetheart, don't you know I like it rough? I'm not the Steve you used to know. I'm going to train you to be my perfect wife and sex toy." He kissed her again, forcing his tongue in her mouth and pulling her hair painfully when she tried to bite him again.

He held her hair tightly as he kissed down her throat, nipping her painfully.

"Where I came from, you're dead. When you found out you were pregnant you tried to run from me. I sent the Winter Soldier after you with strict instructions that you were not to be harmed. Unfortunately for all of us he got carried away. It wasn't really his fault, he was in love with you too and was so worked up by the chase that he fucked you in the alley where he caught you. He was too rough, broke your pretty neck.

I think he thought that you were his reward since you had been so many times. Sadly I had to kill him too, what good is a weapon that doesn't work right?"

He ripped the front of her shirt and continued his 'inspection' "When your Dr Strange started messing with the timeline I went to our Strange and learned about the multiverse. He works for Hydra now, like anyone worthwhile. He didn't want to help at first but I convinced him. He's waiting for me to contact him and he will bring the three of us back. You will be the wife of the most powerful man in the world and we will have so so many more babies."

"Where is our Steve?"

He grinned "I'm touched that you still care. Don't worry, I didn't kill him I just explained to his nurse how bad it would be for him, for her, for her family, and anyone else that got in my way if she didn't keep him in the house and away from any means of communication. She will be notified when we are safely away from here and he can live out the rest of his useless existence."

A loud crash distracted them, Steve looked in the direction of the noise. "Gee sweetheart, I hope Bucky doesn't accidentally kill you here too. I guess I should go look."

While Steve was monologuing Bucky and the rest had disabled the house alarm system and started going through the rooms.

Sam found Winnie and her eyes lit up "Sssaaa Sssaaaamm"

He picked her up carefully "That's right baby girl, we got you. Let's go find your mama"

He quickly got both of them out of that room and started looking for Y/N.

Winnie clapped "Maaa Maaa peeeesse!"

Steve ran into Bucky in the hallway and grinned "Hey buddy, how about you leave before you get someone killed."

Bucky looked at him with pure hate "The only one who might get killed is you and I'm ok with that."

"But I'm your oldest friend" Steve mocked

Bucky scoffed "I don't even know you. Some knock off from a parallel universe means nothing to me. You hurt my girls so I'm going to hurt you."

Bucky and Steve went at each other until Shuri entered the room from behind Steve and hit him with an electrical jolt, then quickly restrained him with vibranium handcuffs.

Y/N was up against the wall trying to stay as far as possible from Steve, when she heard crying and babbling echoing from the hallway. Her head picked up and her eyes darted around frantically to see where it was coming from.

When Sam entered the room, holding her baby, she gasped and started crying then moving towards them.

When she saw her mother, Winnie clapped her hands and started squirming in Sam's arms so he had a hard time holding on to her. "MaaMaa!!" She cried and babbled.

When they reached Y/N, Winnie grabbed her mama and wouldn't let go.

Y/N's knees were weak and Sam held her up as she cried and hugged her baby, looking her over for any injuries. She kissed all over Winnie's face, telling her "I love you" over and over.

Since Steve was secured Bucky hurried over to see his girls and make sure they were alright, with tears in his eyes and relief in his heart. He enveloped them both in his arms and all three of them relaxed.

Sam and Bruce took Steve to The Raft until Dr Strange could decide what should be done with him. Sending him back to his own universe would give him the chance to return and cause more trouble but his Hydra might come looking for him if they kept him here.

Bucky took Y/N and Winnie to the safe house where they fed an put pj's on Winnie before laying down with her between them. Y/N nursed her while Bucky rubbed her back. His girls fell asleep but Bucky couldn't, he needed to keep watch, who knew what plots were being worked up to get the super soldier baby. He had to keep them safe and close.

Chapter 15

[c3s6]

magical girl Elliot targyle. from ion.

when he transforms the hawaii five o theme song plays and when he goes back to regular Elliot it plays the song from the skyrizi ads. he will be a magical girl sponsored by ion. also if you’re lucky during the transformation he will hum the law and order theme or the blue bloods theme. if you’re tooooo lucky you even get to hear him hum the hard to hear whistle melody from the beginning of the dupixent ads!!

and it’s super rare when he sings o o o ozempic.

[vulgarskullask]

“I told you not to hum the law and order theme song while we were being given a speeding ticket!!”

"...I hate life."

[sad-brunnettee]

Mind reader

Law x reader

Summary: After reader gets injured during a battle, Law finds out her secret.

Word count: 1,189

Warning: mention of injury and parental abuse

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There are many things that people don't know about Trafalgar Law. The one thing he won't let anyone know, is that he has his own little theme song. He sings it in his head during a battle, it makes him feel powerful.  

Then you came along with your own secrets. Being a mind reader had its perks especially when you had to fight someone. Sure it wasn't a clean fight but it has saved your ass countless times. Yet you've never told anyone, in fear of what they will do to you. Hold you against your will to help them or even send you to the world government. It's not that you don't trust your crew with your secret but you were afraid of what their reaction might be. 

It did take you some time to get used to controlling your powers. There were times that penguin or Shachi would have dirty thoughts that left you flustered. Only being able to mumble how stuffy the submarine can get and leave. 

Yet you subconsciously will listen to your crew's thoughts from time to time. The one that surprised you the most was Law's.

Even though he appeared to be serious all the time you never expected him to have such a great singing voice. 

The song was really catchy, you just couldn't help but check in from time to time and hope to hear the full song. 

Then one day, you more of it. It was during a fight with the marines that he sang it as he fought. It was like a trance, you couldn't help but focus on him rather than on the fight in front of you. 

It was then that a marine snuck behind you and gave you a good hit, luckily for you the battle was over after a few minutes. The cut to your back wasn't too deep but meeting Law's stern look on his face made you think otherwise. The walk back to the polar tang was quiet and awkward, nobody knew why but they just felt some tension coming from Law. It could be due to your injury, sure everyone gets hurt during battles but this has never happened to you. 

Without waiting for any instructions from Law, you walked straight to the infirmary. Sitting down on the bed you could hear Law giving out orders. As he walked inside, you both made eye contact but he quickly grabbed what he needed in order to disinfect your injury. 

Idiot, what had you so distracted 

Looking up to him it took you a moment to realize that he hasn't said anything. As he caught your stare you sheepishly smiled at what he huffed and went back to taking care of you. 

"No apology this time y/n-ya?" He spoke as his movements continued. Once again looking up you saw him already looking at you. Ok, so now he did say it out loud. 

"No, you always lecture me when I do." You couldn't keep on staring at him any longer, instead you looked over at the papers adorning the walls. 

"All done, stay here. I need to fill out some paperwork regarding your injury. I'll then check to see if you have more."

With a mere nod of your head he went and sat on his chair. A few minutes must've passed when you started humming a song. One that made Law's face turn red without you noticing. 

"Ho-how does she know about the song? Have I sung it out loud? "

Your face must match his as well, you didn't realize that it was his song that you were humming. Clearing your throat you tried to change the subject. 

"So how far are you with that report?" To which he spoke at the same time "where did you hear that song from?" 

It was as if time had slowed down and you could hear your heart beating so loud you were sure he could hear it too. 

Stammering you tried to come up with a lie, but the more you stare at his eyes you couldn't form a sentence. Getting up from his chair he was now standing in front of you. 

"You can't read minds, can you y/n-ya?" He spoke with a stern voice and a look on his face that could easily kill you. As soon as those words left his mouth your face paled and you couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do to you. 

"Well?" It was obvious due to your silence that he was right but that bastard wanted to hear it coming from you. 

"I can, I'm sorry I never told you and I'm sorry I listened to your thoughts..." 

You just kept on rambling on and on but he couldn't focus on what you were saying. His own thoughts make him wonder what other things you've heard. Raising a hand to halt your rambling he spoke. 

"I'm not mad just….embarrassed but this is a great power. Why did you never tell me about it?" 

You felt some sort of relief, knowing that he won't do anything bad to you. Although now he was asking about your past, something that you hoped to keep to yourself. 

"I'm sure you remember how beat up I was when you found me. I never told you what happened, scared that I would go through it all over again. My mom was the cause of my injuries. For so many years. She claimed that I was crazy for hearing voices, sometimes I would say her thoughts out loud. After many doctor visits they all said the same. There was no cure and it could be possible that I was demented. She thought that by beating me I would be cured." You chuckled nervously before continuing. "Each time I tried to escape she would bring me back and claim that I'd never make it far. Once anyone found out they'd kill me." 

This was a lot for Law to take in, in some way he knew what you sent through. As he was also treated like a freak and no doctor was able to help him. 

"I'm sorry you went through that y/n-ya, I. I'm really glad you trusted me enough with this, just know that I would never mistreat a crewmate." He spoke with so much sincerity that you found so much comfort in him. 

"Go and get some food, everyone must be at the table eating by now." Going back to his chair he continued filling out his paperwork. 

"Thank you Law." You offered him a smile in which he returned a small one. You thought that it was better than his usual smirk.

"Oh and Law?" You spoke before you were out of the door. 

"Hm?" Was his only response, yet he didn't look up to face you. Continuing to scribble something. 

"I would love to hear the rest of your song sonstime" giggling you left quickly before he could say anything.  

Luckily for him you missed his bright red face and wide eyes. Which made him look like a deer caught in headlights.

[snowdice]

Having a Ball (Dice Roll 14)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton, Remus/Virgil

Characters: 

Main: Logan, Patton

Appear: Virgil, Remus, Roman

Summary: 

Yet, he was not to be alone for much longer, as just as he turned his head back to the crowd, the doors to the ballroom opened, admitting another guest. Logan found himself unable to look away as the man entered the room with no fanfare. Most of the other guests did not even notice him, but Logan did. He was pushing through the crowds a moment later. 

Logan dances with a man at a ball.

Universe: Royalty

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Cinderella AUish, Sexual innuendo

This is part of my Roll the Dice Event which is where I do random ships, universes, and genres for the Sanders Sides fandom. For more details see this post. I posted a few days ago my results from this dice roll here. You can read the last one of these fics here.

Balls had always been the bane of Logan’s existence. His father had once told him that he’d grow to enjoy them, but even at the age of 50, he still thought the things were nonsense. At least, for the most part. He could barely tolerate the drivel that passed for conversation with most of the guests, and just attempting to cross the room was often hindered by bodies dancing and moving about. Unlike his younger brothers, Roman and Remus, he did not have the ability to flow with the crowds. The fact that he’d never even thought to attempt to learn was inconsequential. Just like this event itself. He didn’t even know the occasion for this one.

Roman was already off and about enjoying the attention he garnered from the crowds. Truly, he was the main reason Logan still permitted these balls. He would approve them every time with the condition that Roman would be the one to plan everything, and Logan would only consent to show up on the actual day. Roman was more than pleased by this arrangement and Logan couldn’t say he resented the younger man’s enjoyment of the task.

Remus also enjoyed the balls, but for a different reason. He was currently off doing… lord knew what, but it was probably something Logan should care to prevent. He did not care to prevent it, however, as he knew the moment Remus was done sowing mischief, he’d sweep away the only other sane person currently at this event, leaving Logan alone.

“What even is the theme of this one supposed to be?” Virgil asked from beside him. Logan’s brother-in-law was the only person in the room not wearing a mask, though he had one in his hand.

Logan squinted out at the crowds. “Green?”

Virgil snorted. “I doubt Princey would be so uncreative. It’s probably something like Woodland Fairy Summer Solstice in a Meadow After a Rainstorm.”

“No, no,” Logan said, suppressing a smile. “I do believe that was three times ago.”

“Ugh. No offence to you, but I’m divorcing your brother, so I don’t have to deal with your bloodline’s antics anymore.”

There was a faux wounded gasp from behind Virgil. “What is this I hear?” Remus asked, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s waist from behind. Despite Remus’s feigned discontent, he pressed his lips to his husband’s neck. “Am I being betrayed by my love?” he breathed into his ear.

“No, stop,” Virgil hissed, trying to squirm away. “We are in public and in front of your brother!”

“Oh,” Remus said. “If only there was a way to keep you anonymous so you wouldn’t have to be embarrassed.” He plucked the mask out of Virgil’s hand and basically slapped his face with it.

“Everyone knows who I am anyway,” Virgil groused, but he did reach up to secure it to his face. “I’m the only one Roman can never force to wear his outfit designs. I stick out.”

“And whose fault is that?” Logan asked amused.

“Roman’s for having such shitty taste.”

“Well, no argument’s here,” Remus replied with a chuckle. Then he hummed, releasing Virgil briefly, only to grab both of his hands. “I guess the only avenue open to us it to go make out in a dark corner.”

Virgil sputtered, face turning crimson behind his mask as he glanced nervously at Logan. Logan just raised an eyebrow. It was ridiculous that he still grew embarrassed about Remus saying such things even after over two decades of marriage. Logan himself had long ago grown numb to it. Remus shot Logan a wink and Logan return it with a droll look. The next moment, Virgil was being pulled away, leaving Logan well and truly alone. Logan mourned his loss.

Yet, he was not to be alone for much longer, as just as he turned his head back to the crowd, the doors to the ballroom opened, admitting another guest. Logan found himself unable to look away as the man entered the room with no fanfare. Most of the other guests did not even notice him, but Logan did. He was pushing through the crowds a moment later.

He bumped shoulders with a few of his guests but could not muster any regret. He mumbled a few courtesy apologies without even glancing at the recipient. No one dared protest as, even with the mask, they could almost certainly identify him as the king.

The man had just made it to the bottom of the staircase by the time Logan shoved past the last of the crowd. He looked up at Logan as he approached and though Logan could only see his eyes through the mask he wore, he could still without a doubt say he was stunning.

He’d obeyed Roman’s theme for the most part but tweaked the color scheme just enough to stand out from the crowd. The outfit was somewhere between a suit and a dress, the top being a suit jacket over a waistcoat, but the bottom flaring out into a long skirt. Logan could not tell if it was one or two pieces. It was green as instructed by the invitations Roman had sent out, but with a touch of blue here and there and the accents edged further toward gold than the suggested brown. Logan could not see his mouth as it was covered by the bluish-green mask, but he could tell by his eyes that he smiled when Logan stopped in front of him. He was beautiful.

“Hi,” Logan said.

“Hi,” he replied.

Without missing a beat, Logan offered his arm. “Would you like to dance with me?”

Amusement pooled in his eyes. “That’s rather forward of you, Mr. Stranger,” he said, yet he still took the offered arm, “but, yes.”

With his permission, Logan pulled him towards the dance floor just as another song began. Something about the man made the movements of the dance easier for Logan. He was always pinpoint accurate with his steps, but he’d been criticized as too stiff his entire life. Yet, Logan could feel himself loosen up with the man in his arms. His mind drifted from the order of the steps to focus almost completely on him, on the way his eyes sparkled with glee and the way his hand gripped at Logan’s shoulder. They were inappropriately close, but Logan didn’t care at all. In fact, he leaned his head in closer to listen to him speak and speak they did. They spoke about everything and nothing until Logan couldn’t even recall how many songs they’d danced too. Eventually, the conversation stalled to a comfortable silence.

“Are you enjoying the ball?” the man asked after a few minutes of them just dancing.

“I wasn’t,” Logan said simply.

The hand on Logan’s shoulder squeezed a bit at that. “But you are now?” he asked.

“Well, most of my discontent was due to the fact that I’d been lacking good company.”

Logan could imagine the smile under the mask with perfect clarity. “Well…” he said. “If the event itself isn’t fun for you, perhaps we could go somewhere else.”

Logan could love no idea more. He leaned in so his lips were near the man’s ear. “We will have to sneak away so my brother does not see.”

“Hmm,” the man contemplated, looking around. “We can pretend we are going to the balcony for some air and sneak off to the garden,” he suggested.

Logan glanced around the ballroom, locating Roman who was currently chatting with a small group of guests on the opposite side from the balcony. “That seems to be an adequate plan,” he agreed. His partner shifted the dance slightly putting them on a trajectory that led them towards the balcony. Logan kept his eyes on Roman every time they turned to make sure he wasn’t watching them. Eventually they made it to the balcony doors and stepped off the dancefloor together. They walked casually towards the balcony and then with one last glance back at Roman, they dashed out of sight towards the door that would lead down to the garden.

It was guarded as guests were not allowed in the garden, but the guards stepped aside for Logan easily, and the two of them slipped out into the night air. The man giggled when the door closed behind them, assuring their freedom, and Logan could not help but laugh as well.

Then, they were off to walk into the garden. Of course, they had been dancing for so long that they were starting to get tired, so after only a few minutes, they found a bench hidden from any castle windows by a long row of bushes.

They settled onto it and sat there for a few minutes, just soaking in each other’s company. They did not need to speak but for a few words. Every so often the man would giggle breathlessly, probably still in reaction to their daring escape.

Finally, Logan turned to him with a tender smile on his face. “May I take off your mask?”

“You may,” he agreed easily. Logan reached up as soon as the words left his mouth to carefully remove the mask and reveal a very familiar face.

“Hello,” Logan said.

“Hi,” Patton replied, his face flushed, but happy. Logan leaned forward to touch their foreheads together, and he giggled. “You always find me, huh?”

“Always,” Logan promised. “Even when I have no idea who you are or what your face looks like. Even if all I have to go on is a stupid magic shoe made out of glass.”

“Aw honey, I love you too!” He leaned forward to kiss Logan, but before their lips could meet, a voice spoke up.

“Nope!” Virgil’s voice said. “Nope, they’re kissing. I can’t keep quiet anymore.”

Logan frowned and looked back to see Virgil’s head had popped out of the bush behind them. As unhappy as he had been when the man had left him earlier, he was even more unhappy to see him now. Logan glared down at him.

“Hello, Virgil,” Patton giggled.

“Do the two of you have to do this every goddammed time?” Virgil groused. “We get it. You broke a curse with a magic shoe and stubbornness.”

“And love,” Patton reminded.

“Ugh.”

“Aw, let them have their kinky roll play,” Remus’s voice said from within the bushes.

Virgil grimaced. “Ew.”

“Says the man currently hiding in the bushes,” Logan shot back.

“I’ll have you know this was a completely nonsexual romp through the bushes,” Virgil claimed, but then his eyes widened as he jumped and yelped. “Remus!”

“Tell them to go away. We were here first,” Remus whined.

“I was born first,” Logan groused.

“Well, I already have my pants off.”

Virgil looked down quickly, face going red at what he saw. “When did you take your pants off?!”

“You’re lucky you still have your pants on,” Remus said.

“We are not screwing in a bush, Remus,” Virgil said. Then, “Hey!”

Remus laughed lowly and Logan looked back at Patton. “Perhaps we should just leave them to it.”

“That’s probably for the best, knowing them” he agreed, standing up. “We’ll be in the gazebo, boys,” Patton told them. He grabbed Logan’s hand and pulled, and well, Logan would never not follow him.

[downwiththeficness]

A Need So Great-Chapter 19

Summary: Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.

Word Count: ~4,600

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married--or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.

Taglist: @dirtynerdy98 @1zashreena1 @heresathreebee @deliciouslyclassytrash @maybege @kid-from-new-zealand @clydesducktape @revolution-starter @autumnleaves1991-blog @jedi-mando @buckysalefty @anaeve

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 9, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20, 21

She’s slipping on her heels when he calls out to her from the living room—Amorcita, are you ready? Eva shook her head and picked up her clutch, slinging the little chain over her arm and flicking off the lights as she moved through the house.

“Yes,” she said as she turned the corner, “I’m ready.”

He was buttoning the jacket of a deep navy blue suit, turning at the sound of her voice when she spotted him. It never failed. Never. Eva’s breath caught as she took him in. Broad shoulders that led down to thick arms that could hold her so tightly, hands that she had long since memorized the feel of as they skimmed over her skin, the focus of his eyes as he looked at her. She swallowed, smoothing down the folds of her dress.

Eva was wearing the red number that she’d worn to the last crime scene she would ever be a part of. It felt right that she should give it a new memory to live in. She had decided to make as many new memories as possible so that she could dissolve the hurtful ones that had controlled her since she was fourteen. So much had happened in the last year that Eva almost couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She went from being almost completely alone in the world to having friends, to having Horacio.

He was staring at her, eyes dark, taking in every detail. Eva let him look as she sauntered forward, rising up in her heels when she reached him to give him a chaste kiss. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her close.

“Maybe we should stay in,” he prompted, nose tracing down the line of her neck.

Eva squeezed his shoulders, shivering as his lips skimmed her skin, “You promised me a night out.”

He pulled back, considering, “I did make a promise.”

“You did,” she confirmed, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Then, we should go,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her to the door, “Before I decide to break that promise.”

Smiling like an idiot, she followed him out the door and into the darkening of the night. He took her to a little bar—bar was not the word. Eva didn’t have a word for what this place was. Small, so dimly lit that she was having a difficult time seeing clearly. The clientele were all dressed similarly, suits, cocktail dresses, heels, and ties. The décor was all dark wood and polished bronze, warm tones in all the fabric. It smelled a little liquor and a lot like spice and heat.

He led her to a table off to the side of the dance floor, a few couples already swaying to the sultry beat. Eva tucked her dress beneath her thighs as she lowered into the chair Horacio held for her. As was usual, she let him order for her, smiling wide when the wait staff brought forth a pair of tumblers filled with amber liquid.  She watched carefully as he gave the waitress a few bills, tucked discreetly between his fingers.

Eva was struck was the fluidity of the action, something he probably did a lot as he bought and sold favors. Though she had seen quite a bit of his work in their time together—had glimpsed the ruthlessness with which he hunted down his targets—it still gave her pause. He did it almost without thinking, muscle memory as much as it was training and experience. Eva found herself continuing to watch him as he scanned the room, ever vigilant. Even now, when they were supposed to be relaxing and spending time together, the inherent threat of his work subtly pressed in from the outside.

With conscious effort, she put the subject away and focused on her drink. A small sip confirmed that he’d ordered the same thing that he’d ordered in the restaurant all those months ago, a whiskey he favored. It rolled over her tongue, burned fire down her throat. She’d had to nurse it, if she had any hope of staying upright in her heels.

“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?”

She asked the question to get the answer as much as to start the conversation. He’d fallen silent during the ride over, his attention diverted by whatever he was thinking about. Eva’s flight out of the country was fast approaching and they’d discussed that he would be accompanying her to the meeting Javier had scheduled. It hadn’t gone much further than that, their lives lived one step at a time. Though Eva had spent nearly the last fifteen years doing that very thing, she found herself wanting to plan a little further out, to actually look forward to something in the future.

Horacio glanced at her, setting his glass down and thinking, “I liked Spain, when I was assigned there.”

She recalled that he’d mentioned spending time there, an assignment that he enjoyed until he’d been called back home to deal with the rising power of the cartel.  

“Oh?”

With a nod, he continued, “It was...quieter, there.”

Eva hummed, “Quiet is good.”

“Quiet is different,” he offered, as a compromise, “But, the work was steady, and I didn’t get shot at half as much.”

Brows lifting, she prompted, “Half as much?”

His mouth curled a little, “At all. I didn’t get shot at, at all.”

“That’s a nice change of pace,” Eva replied, crossing her legs.

She liked how soft his expression was in that moment, the little smile he allowed to form on his lips. He’d been smiling like that more and more since they’d met, though it was not yet a daily occurrence. She hoped that it someday would be.

He gave a low chuckle, wordlessly agreeing with her. Then, “What about you?”

Her answer was reflexive, “I’m right where I want to be.”

That seemed to startle him. He stared for several long seconds, eyes unblinking. Eva held his gaze, unwilling to back down from her statement. It was true. She was exactly where she wanted to be—with him, here. It didn’t matter that she was probably still in danger from her former in laws. It also didn’t matter that her administrator may or may not have set her up to be killed. Eva was content to be sitting in a cozy little not-quite-bar, sipping bourbon that burned down her throat, next to a man who was looking at her as if he couldn’t quite figure her out.

Horacio lifted an arm, taking her hand as it lay on the table, holding it warmly. They sat like that for a while, listening to the band. When a low, slow beat started up, he stood and pulled her onto the dance floor. She followed with a smile, draping her arm over his shoulder and toying with the collar of his jacket.

He looked good in it, the dark blue contrasting with the lighter blue of his button down. The low light cast half his face in shadow, accentuating the sharp jawline, the pout of his lips. She couldn’t resist rising onto tip toe and kissing him quickly. He smiled into it, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Around them, she noticed a few turned heads, the eyes of curious onlookers. She’d gotten used to being a little bit of a curiosity, an American out of her element. These kinds of looks, however, were a bit newer for her, occurring more often when they went out in public. Narrowed gazes, jealousy shining in them, pointed in her direction. Eva ignored them, focusing on the man in her arms. Her hands spread out of his chest, fingers pausing over an unfamiliar bump in the cloth of his jacket. Brows drawing together, she peeked underneath.

“Do you think you’ll need this?” She asked with a lifted brow, her mouth half smiling.

Horacio sighed, “This is a new location for me. I wanted to be safe.”

Eva tapped her forefinger over the strap of the harness that was secured over both shoulders. Though she couldn’t see them, she knew there were a pair of hand guns tucked at his sides, ready if he needed them. This didn’t seem to be the kind of place where a gun fight would break out, but she agreed that safety was a priority, even when it was unlikely.

“Okay,” she said, eventually.

He looked away, hands flexing on her body. Eva hadn’t fought him on the body guards, hadn’t even argued when he ordered an officer outside of her apartment. Not arguing didn’t mean that she liked the fact that he had to be armed even on a date night. It just meant that this wasn’t the hill she was willing to die on—figuratively, speaking. Inherently, she knew that he wouldn’t give her an inch when it came to her safety. Even if he verbally relented, he’d just tell his men to hide better, so that she didn’t notice them. She’d rather know who was watching the house, and when.

They danced until the end of the song, but when they moved off the floor, their table had been taken by a group of people talking animatedly. Eva could see that he was going to approach, and she was reluctant to draw any further attention to them. So, she grabbed his arm and leaned her weight back to slow him down and direct him towards the bar. To her surprise, he went with her.

At the bar, he ordered another round and they spent some time talking and drinking. The music continued on, a low thrum that echoed the excited beat of her heart. She found herself leaning into him, touching his arm and thumbing the buttons on his jacket. He welcomed her touch, as he always did, eyes straying down her body from time to time, lingering on her legs.

Eva’s cheeks were warm, the feeling spreading down her neck and chest. Her skin felt too sensitive, sizzling when he touched her or when she brushed against his body. It was heady, knowing that he wanted her, knowing that she could have him whenever she wanted. An inhale told her that he was feeling it, too, his scent deepening slowly as time went on.

She caught another narrowed look from a woman at the far end of the bar. When she held the gaze a bit longer than would have been polite, the woman rolled her eyes and pushed away, heading into the crowd. Eva laughed derisively, draining her glass and setting it on the bar.

“What?” he asked, curious.

She shook her head, “Nothing, just a thought.”

All he did was lift a brow and she knew exactly what he was saying. She huffed, looking to the side and debating her words.

“I’ve been getting a few looks tonight,” she muttered, taking half a step towards him so that the skin of her thighs brushed the fabric off his slacks. “That’s all.”

He was immediately straightening, his head turning. Eva caught his chin quickly, keeping him from being too obvious about it. That was exactly what she did not need right now.

“Its fine. They’re not bad looks.”

And, they weren’t. Eva was proud that she’d garnered a little bit of envy that night, a testament to the man standing in front of her. She let go of his chin, smoothing her hand down his lapel.

Head tilting to the side, he asked, “What kind of looks are they?”

She bit her lip, chin lowered so that she could look up at him through her lashes, “Envy, mostly.”

His lips parted, brows furrowing. Eva shook her head and ran a finger down the little crease between them, smoothing the skin. Then, she pushed up a little and kissed his cheek, charmed by his confusion.

“You’re hot, sweetie. I’m bound to get a few evil eyes now and again.”

He huffed a breath, his expression a little boyish, “Thank you, but I think you’re maybe just a little biased.”

Eva rolled her eyes, “I might be biased, but that doesn’t mean I can’t see that you’re objectively gorgeous.”

He rolled his eyes and fixed her with a sardonic look, “I think ‘gorgeous’ might be going a little far.”

Pursing her lips, Eva decided that maybe he needed to hear the evidence. She leaned further into his space, chin tilting up to hold his gaze.

“Should I describe it for you?” When he went to say ‘no’, she pushed on, “I’m gonna start at the top, okay?”

Gently, Eva wrapped her finger around a curl that had fallen over his forehead, “You have the most adorable curls that you do your damndest to tame. I love how wild they are when you wake up in the morning.”

One side of his mouth lifted, not quite a laugh. A good sign. She kept on.

“You have the most expressive eyes. Even if I couldn’t read your scent, I’d be able to tell your moods just by looking at them.”  Hand tracing down over his temple and behind his ear, “And, I think we’ve established that I could absolutely drown myself in your scent. Its part of why I love wearing your clothes.”

His hands were holding her waist, pulling her closer into his body. Eyes flicking down to her mouth, she could see his intent to kiss her. Not to be deterred, Eva leaned a little bit away, smiling at the little sound of frustration he made.

“And,” she continued, “Let’s not even talk about this mouth.” Her thumb traced over his lower lip, pushing just a bit into the soft pillow of flesh, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come just thinking about how deeply you kiss me—and where you kiss me.”

The hissing inhale was gratifying for Eva, as was the unchecked fire burning in his eyes. She was on the right track. She should definitely keep going.

Hands moving, she followed the line of his throat and over his shoulders, “I love how strong you are, I love how tightly these arms hold me.” Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat, left bare by the open buttons of his shirt, “I love it when you hold me down, make it impossible for me to move.”

Her name escaped his lips in warning, followed by a hard swallow.  She shushed him lowly, fingers dancing down his chest to fall to the cool metal of his belt buckle. Angling her body, Eva blocked any onlookers from seeing how she turned her palm down and cupped him, half hard behind his fly. Against her side, she could feel the vibration of the groan he couldn’t keep inside. His hand encircled her wrist, keeping her from adding any further pressure or friction.

She looped her arm around his waist beneath his jacket.  It was a little awkward, the bend of her elbow curving around the barrel of a pistol. Eva leaned as much weight as she dared into him, head tilted back so that he could read her expression.

“Big Guy, all I have to do is look at you and I want to feel this inside me. I can guarantee that anyone who looks at you is going to feel the same way.”

His eyes closed, jaw tight, and Eva knew she’d finally pushed him to his limit. Pulling her hand away, Horacio spun her around and guided her towards the door. She had to skip a little to keep up with his longer stride, but Eva could not keep the delirious little smile from her face as she followed him to the parking lot.

The ride home was tense. He was quiet, but the hand on her knee was firm and warm. Eva let the silence hang between them, feeling little tingles of anticipation rise ever higher as they got closer.

Once he had her inside, Horacio turned and pushed her against the door, hands cradling her jaw as he kissed her. He nipped at her mouth, sucking her lower lip to soothe the sting. Eva struggled to keep her balance as she soaked in the heat of his kiss, the sensual press of his body against her.

With a long, firm caress, he ran his hand down her side, fingers bunching her skirt until he had the mass of fabric balled in one fist. Using his free hand, Horacio gripped her hip, a rough sound escaping his lips as he discovered she hadn’t been wearing panties. Eva loved that he was always surprised, though she went without them regularly.

Face pushed into the crook of her neck, Horacio slipped his fingers through her folds, breathing hard. He groaned lowly as he spread the wetness around, encouraging her non-verbally to widen her legs a little. Eva balanced on her heels, head falling back to rest against the door. Her breath stuttered out of her as he circled her opening firmly, just once.

He played with her for a moment, breath hot against her neck. Slow, teasing touches that weren’t nearly enough. She grasped his forearm, using it as leverage to rotate her hips up and into his fingers. Head lifting, he kissed her. It was a harsh thing, almost a punishment, but she encouraged him nonetheless, her body responding excitedly to the prospect of more rough touches. Eva’s eyes closed tightly, a strange feeling rising in her chest.

It was hope. A warm, desperate hope—desperate for this man, desperate for the life she was building, desperate for the thing she wanted very much. Eva fought with herself trying to stay in the moment, trying to feel the way he tangled his tongue with hers, the way his scent sharpened with arousal, the way his fingers were sliding inside her.

She moaned, ending on a high pitched whine as he circled her clit with hard pressure. Gone were the teasing touches. Instead, he pushed her harder and harder with every thrust, fingers spreading out inside her and curling to rub at her g spot.

Legs shaking, Eva came with a hoarse shout, her hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life. He eased her down, praise falling from his lips. Horcaio held her close while she regained her footing, pressing little kisses over her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks.

Then, he dropped to his knees, both hands on her hips, her dress draped of his wrists. Licking up the inside of her thigh, he said, “If you hit the floor, I’ll fuck you on it.”

Eva knees buckled reflexively, a laugh already forming even as he growled in frustration. He laid back, hauling her up his body. Eva went willingly, though her brows came together as he urged her higher. Walking on her knees, she settled with her thighs on either side of his head, his arms holding her steady from below.

He gave her maybe half a second warning before his mouth was on her. Still sensitive, Eva curled down over him, one hand gripping his hair, the other balanced on the arm across her thighs. Running the flat of his tongue from bottom to top, Horacio shook his head a little, spreading her folds. He kissed first one side, then the other, tongue rolling along the seam and adding an undulating pressure. Eva bit her lip, her hips swiveling. When he sucked hard on her clit, she keened lifting a bit when the pleasure burned at little too hot.

The hand holding her hip rotated, pushing up her sternum and between her breasts. He hooked his fingers in the center of her bra, using it to hold her down and against his mouth. Eva whined, the sensation of his stubble scraping against her inner thigh zinging through her. Her breaths came faster as he zeroed in on her clit, tongue circling over and over. He encourage her hips to rock against him, his arm pushing against her lower back.

The fabric of her dress kept her from seeing his mouth working her over, a fact that made the sound of him sucking and nipping at her all the more tantalizing. Feeling the orgasm grow closer, Eva gripped both of his arms, shuddering. It was shorter, less intense than the first, but it only seemed to urge him on. His mouth opened, drinking her down, tongue rubbing from side to side.

Heaving deep breaths, Eva tried to rise up, intending to slide down his body and reciprocate. She was stopped when his arms tightened to near the point of pain, keeping her right where he wanted. His low growl rumbled against her, causing a little aftershock of feeling.

Letting go of her bra, Horacio massaged down her belly to her hip to her knee. Thumb pushing into the soft skin behind it, he widened her stance even more. Eva’s legs shook as she tried to keep balance, the carpet digging into her knees and shins.

Slipping his arm underneath her, he pushed first two, then three, fingers inside, mouth locking on her. Eva gave a startled little cry, breaths stuttering. The feeling of him mouthing at her, arm holding her still had her ricocheting off the previous orgasm and stumbling into the next. Surprised, she couldn’t keep her weight underneath her, her thighs giving out.

In an effort to keep from suffocating him, Eva tried to push forward onto her hands. With a sound of censure, Horacio held her still, licking lazily at her still fluttering pussy. He let her go eventually, when he was sure that he’d gotten every drop from her. Boneless, Eva fell to the side, letting him roll her to her back.

“Good?” he asked, settling between her thighs and tucking her hair behind her ear.

Eva nodded, barely able to keep her eyes open, a soft warmth filling every corner of her body. He gave her a small smile, eyes twinkling with amusement. Eva scoffed, pushing at his shoulder a little, embarrassed. He caught her hand and kissed it, following up with a soft kiss to her wrist.

The smile on Eva’s face faded as she took in the adoration in his expression. He looked at her as no one ever had. With him, she was not a possession to be used, or a felon paying penance, or even an unbonded omega.  She was just herself, that was all she needed to be.

Gaze soft, Horacio leaned down and kissed her. Eva closed her eyes, trying to keep the emotions she was feeling inside. Knowing that she was riding a thin line, Eva slipped her hands under his jacket, pushing to down and over his shoulders. He balanced on one hand and then the other, tossing the jacket away.

Resting his weight on her, Horacio pushed her dress up a little further, gathering it beneath her hips and tilting them up. Deep, intense kisses. Firm, warm caresses. He built her up slowly, pulling her along with him until she was arching up into his body, grinding against the erection at her hip.

Nimble hands pulled at his belt, opening his fly and pushing the fabric down. He rose up, reaching for his jacket and digging into the breast pocket. With a sound of victory, he pulled out a condom and tore into it, rolling it on with smooth, efficient movements. And then he was pushing inside.

He took his time, easing in and out, pushing just a bit further with each thrust. The movement was so controlled that the normal two or three pushes inward became six, the glide easy with how wet she was. Eva tucked her head into his neck, hands clenching in the fabric of his button up. When he pulled back and gave her a slow, full thrust, the air went out of her and her upper body collapsed against the floor.

Sensitive and flushed, she looked up at him. He was breathing deeply, sweat on his temples. She touched his cheek and he smiled, kissing her briefly. Leaning on his elbow, he dropped his forehead to hers, hips rotating. The pace mounted, his movements ending with a little grind that had her bowing up with the sensation.

They were sharing breaths, their bodies wrapped tightly together, heat bouncing back and forth between them. Eva gripped his biceps, chin tilting up, eyes squeezing shut as she hissed in a breath. A harsh sound escaped him, caught in that back of his throat as he reached down to grab her thigh, hauling her leg up and around his waist. The cool metal of the pistol at his side dug into the soft meat just above her knee, the little bit of pain adding to the frisson running all over her.

Eva gasped as he pushed deep, filling her to the brim and holding her suspended for just a moment. She  bit her lip, watching him look at her with such affection that she could feel the urge to cry well up behind her eyes.

“I love you,” she said, the words out of her mouth before she could catch them.

She expected him to be taken aback, perhaps pull away and ask her what she’d said. She expected the he’d be surprised by the admission. He wasn’t. Horacio searched her face for a moment, then grinned at her, full-dimpled.

“Good,” he pronounced, as if he’d known all along. Then, “I love you, Eva.”

Ah, fuck, she thought, blinking as she tried very hard not to cry. He chuckled, kissing her sweetly. Unable to stand it, she grabbed at his collar and took a deeper kiss, lifting her hips to encourage him to move again. He moaned into her mouth, lips pulling back from his teeth.

Spurred on, he picked up the rhythm again, building to a faster, harder pace than before. Each forward rock of his hips intentionally pushed as far as he could go, as if he couldn’t get deep enough. Movements fluid, Horacio gripped the leg not wrapped around his waist and pulled it up and around, locking her ankles just above his ass.

Pushing to his hands, he snapped his hips against her, eliciting a squeak from her. Eva could only hold onto the wrinkled shirt in her hands as he changed the angle slightly. Pleasure careened wildly, her body clenching down, a squeeze that had him biting out a pathetically high whimper, his face scrunching. His hips faltered, arms shaking, breath stilling as he pulsed, coming hard.

He dropped to his elbows, hands in her hair. The kiss that followed was soft and sweet. Carefully, he pulled out, slipping the condom off and tying it off. They laid there for a few moments, staring at the ceiling. Eva’s head lolled to the side, looking at him in profile.

“You know, we haven’t packed yet for our flight.”

Horacio huffed a laugh, “Its a three day turn around.  We won’t need much.”

Always with the practicality.

“Oh, yeah,” Eva replied, rolling her eyes, “I’ll just show up to the offices in my underwear.”

He lifted a brow, glancing sidelong at her, “I wouldn’t complain.”

Rolling to her side, Eva rested her head on her elbow, “You would.  What you wouldn’t do is let me out of the hotel room.”

With a nod, he conceded the point. Sitting up, he pushed to standing and headed for the kitchen to toss the condom in the waste bin. Eva laid there and watched him unfasten the harness across his shoulders, setting it on the kitchen table. Pants hanging open, he made his way back to her and helped her stand.

“Hurting anywhere?”

She shook her head, “Although I’ll probably have a little rug burn. I’ll take it though.”

Shaking his head, he kissed her, fingers running through her hair, “I love you.”

Eva felt her chest constrict, unused to the feeling.  She swallowed, her voice a rasp, “I love you, too.”

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Ground Rules

Geralt lays down the law with the help of yennefer after catching the reader haveing a bit of me time in the bath.

Masterlist

Ok this took all day as i couldnt stop tweaking it and i got to the point iv just got to step back and throw it out there or im gonna scream.Any way this is to go along with pastry negotiations its based after that one so could be considered part two? can be read stand alone tho in all honesty these modern reader inserts are gonna jump about in timeline cos my plot bunnys are twats. Im basing my Ciri on a mix of mature netflix Ciri and slightly mischievous witcher 3 Ciri. Any way i hope you enjoy this one im pretty pleased with it xx 

WARNING: Adult Themes, Smut, DubCon Swearing MxFxF 18+

Dont like it dont read it.

Geralt snaps when you take matters into your own hands.

The Ground Rules

"Well someone is excited" Jaskier drolled as he watched your form slowly creating distance between you as you marched ahead.

As the small rickety town came into veiw you cried out a victorious and dramatic "still alive" causing eye rolls and chuckles in the group. Honestly this was the first real town you'd come to since being here and you were thrilled. Sure you'd passed a tiny smattering of houses four or so days ago where you'd traded for some bread, tiny amount of dried meat and a few other essentials oh! and yenn had managed to replace your pastry to the amusment of the resident witcher. They'd both been more open with you since the whole pastry incident-which you thought was an off handed comment on yennefers part but she and geralt had since indicated otherwise.

The people in the village had mentioned of a near by town that was rumoured to have a contract out on a nest of some monster thingamajigs that you hadn't botherd to remeber the name of .You looked down the verge towards the town with immediate thoughts of eat, bathe and sleep- on a bed, a real fucking bed ,ok so it wont be a temper mattress but you could live with that-oh my fucking god hot water,a nice loooong soak you moaned in your throat the thought alone brought tears to your eyes. You walked ahead trying to usher the group.

And maybe you could have your own room. Honestly sharing a bed with the couple was becoming an issue for you,your crush on them was definatly getting out of control now constantly blushing under their heated glances and they are becoming more touchy feely, Hands lingering longer than nesscasary or leaning in so close so thier breath tickled the hairs on your neck basically doing anything to get you flustered and you swear to god yesterday yennefer copped a feel whilst helping you threw a small steam which you didn't need help with;not that she listened. Bottom line you were becoming sexualy frustrated pretty much staying in a constant state of arousal a night away from them to take care of business would be very much appreciated. 

"Come ooooonnnn guys keep up" you turned looking back at them drawing out your whine befor resuming towards the town

"Someone should catch up with her she looks like a girl on a mission" Yennefer commented 

"Yes. Ciri would you keep her near the main gate and out of trouble while we settle roach in the stables ,here take her this she should cover up befor anyone gets any ideas" geralt grunted as your form began to dissapear down the brow of the hill ,ciri looked between the two before shrugging grabbing his offered cloak then ran to catch up with you.

You glanced to the side as you heard footsteps noticing Ciri fall in step with you she held out his cloak.

"Here geralt said to cover up before people get any ideas" you sighed it wasnt your fault his shirt hung off of you showing a large amount of shoulder and chest luckily when the hoover portal of doom sucked you in you were in fleece lined black leggings that had been durable enough to survive the last 3 weeks on the road(your stitch t shirt hadn't survived your initial fall) because you doubt he'd have anything your hips would get in to. Rolling your eyes you pulled the heavy fabric across your shoulders repostioning it so that it wasnt draging on the floor to much but was still sheilding your body. 

"He's such a dad" Ciri giggled nodding in agreement befor reciting what esle geralt had requested ordered. You scoffed shaking your head

"So he doesnt even trust me to walk through a town, he does realise im an adult right? That i can do things with out causing trouble. i mean for god sake im not jaskier" she snorted 

"I think its more like he doesnt want other men trying to sleep with you" you did a double take 

"The hell you know about that sort of shit? has Jaskier been corrupting you?"

 A knowing smirk crossed her face as she held her hands up coming to a halt facing you just inside the wooden gates of the town.

"You think i havent noticed whats going on by myself, Geralt likes you so does yenn jaskiers noticed to, think he's going to write a song" 

"He better bloody not and anyway maybe i want to find a companion for the night." You announced tersely crossing your arms only to freeze as you heard a growl from behind you.

"Oh yes, i may have forgot to mention that witchers are senses are really sensetive" she smiled sweetly, you gaped why were you only being told this now. Looking between her and the others approaching.

"Wh-what how the fuck you leave that out? d-do you think he heard us? from back there" She nodded 

"Most definitely" you gulped feeling yourself shrink into Geralts cloak a little at the looks you received from Geralt and Yennefer as he spoke to her telling her what youd just said.oh fuck.

"when you say senses you mean all of 'em? Not just one or two?" hoping beyond hope that something had been lost in translation.

"Nope all of them sight, smell, hearing the whole lot" she replied watching the colour drain from your horror sticken face. You'd been getting wet over the past few days. And the realisation that he probably knew embarrassed the shit out of you. Geralt smirked obviously he heard.You were so fucked.he knew and if he knew then she knew.oh my god. You were sooo fucked.'whelp there goes my dignity' you thought. He strode past you to the mediocre stables with roach in toe ready to hitch her for the night.Jaskier and yenn followed pulling some of the bags off of the horse then passing them out to their respective owners. Geralt then stood before you all giving you all the 'game plan' as you call it.

"we will find an inn and eat after that you get settled in for the night whist i see about this contract."

"don't bother about me tonight im going to catch myself a young fair maiden for the night" you scoffed at Jaskier's announcement drawing his attention

"Sounding like a creeper there Jask, what? you gonna do throw a net in the tavern? don't think they'd take to kindly to that" he huffed through his nose aggravated. 

"No im going to sing in the tavern and lure a beauty to my side for the night" you played along widening your eyes in false realization

"oohh so your gonna go pay for it, how does it work exactly is it by hour or-" Geralt quickly intervened covering your mouth one to stop the inevitable spat and two before you could corrupt Ciri any further Jaskier deadpanned giving you a flat look.

"you're welcome to come find out for yourself im sure your just Itching  to get some relief-"

"JASKIER! you go ahead at least try to keep a bit of coin back this time" Jaskier 1 Y/n 0.

You glowered behind Geralt's hand as he dismissed the smirking bard who turned on his heel prancing off quite pleased with himself. You smacked Geralt's hand away wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before slowly making your way down the street into town.It had taken nearly half an hour to find a decent inn that had room for the four of you. A room with two double beds that had a heavy curtain to split the room into two it was usually rented by traveling families. You groaned as you walked in, now you really couldn't take care of business, you followed Ciri as she placed her bag on the bed on the left following suit you placed yours on the other half of it only to have Yennefer quickly relocated it to her side of the other bed. Ciri snorted giving you a knowing look.you sighed then stomped across the room. Knowing all to well that it was futile to argue with the sorceress ,the witcher was stubborn but she was something else. Geralt handed a small pouch of coin to Yennefer.

"This is for the new clothes Ciri needs a thicker cloak preferably fur lined maybe new boots to not sure how long those will last in the mountains." yennefer hummed as she pocketed the money. 

"And the clothes for Y/n as well?" 

"Yes, should be enough there for what we discussed if not i'v got a bit more saved" you raised your brows blinking at them.

"err what was discussed? guys? what did you talk about? was it about me? helloooo" you waved as they ignored you.Yennefer pulled off her cloak leaving it on her side of the bed. you and Ciri followed their lead only for Geralt the tug yours back across you giving a sharp look as you rolled your eyes.The group made its way down into the quiet main room of the family run inn where you were served a meal of roast beef with vegetable trimmings ,before you knew it Geralt had left to find out about the contract with a final 'Behave' thrown in your direction.To which you grunted in response,too full to even tell him to 'jog on' - a phrase that still frustrated the witcher as he didn't know the meaning-. Yennefer had asked for a bath before your meal which you were just informed was ready leaving you alone with the sorceress. You had all decided Ciri would have the bath first then you, yennefer and finally geralt if he was back before it got cold.

"I cant breath" yennefer laughed out loud you rubbed your tummy closing your eyes

"I mean honestly, I think theres food in my lungs" groaning leaning back against the chair she gave a sympathetic smile

"Well you did inhale your food, maybe next time take it easy."

"Can you blame me, been the first meat iv recognized since i got here" It was true so far you'd been living on meats that you wouldn't have necessarily chose to eat back home rabbit,mutton venison ect.

"After we've bathed we will rest for the day but tomorrow we have to run over to the seamstress and get your new clothes, not sure how long we will be here and might have to order some or have them taken up,you are a little thing.Might have to have some leather work done too." you squinted pointing an accusing finger at her

"You calling me a midget? we going for shots now are we?" she smiled sheepishly

"No .no shots?. i just meant your petite don't worry its very cute. Anyway we are only picking up the basics a few day dresses ,Riding clothes boots that sort of thing" you blinked owlishly flushing as she called you cute. 

"Riding clothes yes. Dresses no thank you" she stared unblinking at you for a few moments making you squirm at the calm expectant gaze that was getting heavier by the second, it was like the eyes of a mother when you'd been caught doing some dumb shit you knew you shouldn't be doing.

"Stop it....Yenn no... cant i just get something like Geralt has..please... i'd be much more comfortable...even Jaskier i mean im not one for the puffy bits but 'd make do....."

she blinked slowly

"Oh fine but only one or two no more and your not getting rid of these leggings either" you gave in, her gaze was to unnerving and it did things to you. Her face lit up. She was looking forward to seeing you in feminine gown instead of a her and Geralt's shirts not that she minded but it'd be a nice change to your strange stetchy leggings (not that she minded you in the form fitting bottoms) She moved leaning in to your side hand on your thigh patting it lightly.

"Thank you, don't be so worried i will take good care of everything" you gulped as you felt the flushed skin of your face grow hotter,your core clenching and warming at her sultry reply you closed your eyes trying to regain a bit of control. Suddenly her attention was drawn to a pink skinned Ciri who had finished her bath and changed Yenn nodded and released your thigh. You bolted upstairs hearing a chuckle as you did.

Once in the room you sighed in relief, making your way towards the screened off section that held a large oval tub full of steaming water. Discarding your clothes as you all but melted into the hot water.You submerged yourself getting your hair wet scratching tentatively at your scalp that had begun to ache under the grime. Spotting a small stool with what you'd consider toiletries, a bar of hard sweet smelling soap and a few vials.You grabbed the soap, opting for using it for your hair as well unsure what vials did what and went where.After scrubbing all the built up sweat and dirt you you closed your eyes lounging back against the slanted end tub you relaxed a few moments it wasn't long before you were feeling much better ,tired muscles succumbing to the soothing hot water.your body hummed. 'no one would have to know' as your summarized that this was the perfect opportunity to relieve yourself of other tensions, 

'its not like geralt could smell you under water, i mean i dont think dogs can thats why criminals cross rivers when their being hunted on tv isn't it?' biting your lip you peaked an eye open and listened out carefully feeling naughty when you began moving your hand to the apex of your thighs gasping as your finger ghosted over your hardened bundle of nerves .Fuck. Your clit was sensitive not surprising when Geralt and Yennefer had practically edged you for nearly a week. You whined quietly as you began a fast rhythm on your clit ,other hand slinking down to your opening rubbing your fingers up and down the warm weeping hole. You bit off a groan as your hips gyrated against your roaming hands. Stomach tensing as you drove yourself faster and faster to the edge.Almost there.Fuck almost-you jumped hissing 'shit' ,ripping your hands away from yourself , sitting up fast enough to make your head spin splashing a wave of water over the floor when you heard the door open slamming the wall beside it.

"err theres some one in here!" you called out loudly, angry at who ever just interrupted you.You got nervous as the heavy steps quickly made their way towards you.Realizing who ever it was didn't care for your modesty as they were coming your way you slung your top half out of the tub to grasp the towel screaming because before you could grasp it and cover yourself a large calloused hand enveloped your shoulder shoving you back into the water.

"WH-GERALT THE FUCK? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME." you shouted at him as he released you then you looked down slapping your hands down to cover your self as he raised his eyebrows and gave a lop sided grin.He defiantly looked like the big bad wolf in that moment eyes ablaze with a hunger you wasn't sure you wanted to explore or not. Collecting yourself swallowing dryly before scolding him in a voice that seemed to become smaller with each word.

"hey! get the fuck out im trying to bathe you prick" you heard the door open and close again in a less violent fashion. And suprize suprize yennefer glided into view behind the .

"Thats not all you were doing tho was it? i can fucking smell you" was growled at you as geralt wet his lips you squeaked. 

"huh? b-but.. i thought..w-water" you stuttered out as your brain malfunctioned on on an epic scale. Yennefer gave out a loud laugh.

"so thats why he tore threw the inn like that.honestly Geralt i thought something was wrong" she continued laughing as she replayed the way geralt had all but vaulted the tables to get to the stairs. you pouted throughly humiliated

"something is wrong" he ground out before kneeling beside you .Shifting you tired to create some distance from him. He was having none of that wasting no time thrusting his hands into the water tugging away your shielding hand the other forcing its way between your legs. You slammed back against the tub gasping trying to get away. All you'd achieved was his hand pinning your hips to the back of the bath by your pussy

"GERALT WHA-"  

"Lets lay down some ground rules" He squeezed your throbbing heat in his hand curling his fingers dangerously close to your opening you bucked moaning breathlessly .Your eyes searched Yennefer's for help but she wore a similar hungry look that he had. Another slow squeeze brought your attention back to the brooding alpha male in the room.

"This is ours.ours to lick,suck and fuck as we see fit, to do what we please with and is off limits to your wandering little hands we clear on that?" You groaned out as he emphasized certain words with teasing brushes of fingers and a slow rub of his palm. Realizing that he might actually be serious.You nodded quickly babbling as he rocked his hand back and forth igniting the heat that you had built alone.

"C-crystal-please Geralt PLease" You threw your head back as his hand moved deliberate and teasing.

"You think you deserve it? after being caught up here playing with yourself?" You nodded then shook your head confused, unable to really concentrate on anything apart from his magnificent hand ,half lidded eyes and clenching your fingers tight around the thumb he was using it to control your movements as your body whithered under his ministrations.

"Really?" He said smirking as he held completely still you sucked through your teeth biting back curses.He chuckled smug bastard. moving trying to get some friction to no avail.

"Well we have been teasing the poor thing ,of course shes going to try sorting herself out the first chance she gets .Honestly Geralt what did you expect? i did tell you" yennefer reasoned as she stood behind you combing threw your wet hair you before grasping your free hand pulling it up out of the way kissing your palm before ghosting her nose down your neck pressing soft kisses along it you mewled at her and tried to coax geralt to continue again by rolling your hips.

"I suppose we could let her off this time" His voice was pure sex as he glanced down before giving into pushing two thick fingers up into you. his breach of your walls had an initial sting but was incredible as your needy walls tried sucking him deeper greedy to be filled.

"oh-oh fuck Ger-please" you arched your back pushing down onto his hand clutching onto Yennefer's wrist. you were so hot .fuck.he was gonna make you cum too quick. You panted throwing your head side to side as your legs tensed then raised up towards your torso, your pussy wrapped tight around Geralts fingers as he held them deep every few thrusts making you feel just how your walls rippled around him. he alternated between fast and shallow then slow and deep trying to build you up slowly he wasn't going to rush you, he was skilled enough to walk you up to the edge and throw you off whenever he damn well pleased. You'd never been this desperate in your life . Yenn's cool fingers delicately teased out your nipples pinching and flicking them until they stood out provocatively. You rocked against the both of them as Geralt made sure to start dragging your clit up and down with his palm as he finger fucked you curling his fingers searching for that small spot that'd send your mind reeling. Yenn had leaned down kissing your cheek and begun whispering lowly into your ear.

"He knows what he's doing doesn't he?Iit wont take him long to find every single spot you have, thats the thing with bedding a witcher they are much more observant then regular men. I have no doubt he will know when your going to orgasm before you do.He has the ability to force them out of nowhere when ever he pleases.. He is quite cruel like that" you moaned out loud snapping your head back high pitched and vulgar sounds tore from your throat as Geralts invading fingers began rubbing furiously back and forth on a soft spot inside of you.Unable to control yourself as your legs and tummy spasmed erratically as your tearfull moans and pleas filled the room

"Thats it oh i think iv found it~" he boasted as he moved his elbow pinning a knee to the side of the tub leaving your clit cruelly exposed for Yennefer,they shared a look as she moved her hand down to join Geralts taking over to rub small firm circles on your exposed clit.

"oh-OH fuck noNOno i cant please i ca-UGh to-Too much please FUCK" Yennefer was quick to swallow your moans in a kiss of clashing teeth and tongues before any one could hear ,tears streamed down your face as your body ached your pussy contracting painfully around his swiping digits. Pulling back for air the sorceress placed open mouthed kisses over your shoulders leaving red marks with her teeth and sucking bites.

"Good girl your being sooo good you don't have to ask this time" she praised as she reached your ear befor sucking harshly below your jaw. you were quickly becoming putty in their hands Geralt growled as he picked up the begining tremors of your orgasm.

"Look at me" you obeyed instantly moaning as you watched the white wolf pull his lip up in a snarl that would have scared you any other time.

"This is what you were made for, your ours, we own you, mind body and soul we own every whimper ,every tear ,every orgasm and hole they are ours for the taking when ever we choose,from now only ecstasy you will know is what we give you" You'd never have guessed how filthy his mouth could be but it seemed to have the desired effect as a sudden rush of heat was your only warning before rearing up screaming out, not sure if you'd shut your eyes or blacked out for a moment as you gushed into the bath water.Geralt pressed into you persistent while Yennefer's hand continued the tight circles efficiently drawing out the best orgasm your ever had.Finally their movements ceased and your body went limp wracked trembling in the aftermath as your orgasm ebbed away slowly. After giving you a few moments to come down and catch your breath Geralt removed his fingers you whimpered inside's still so sensitive after your orgasm, sucking on them he moaned deep and feral before plucking your clenched fingers off his thumb. Yennefer quickly wiped your pussy gently clearing the cum from between your swollen lips. Making you twitched as the cloth ran over you.Pulling you from the bath was a joint effort as they rested you on the bed and began patting you dry with the towel.Moaning in protest as your arms waved loosely trying to take over only having your hand smacked away as they finished.Lying back looking up at them bleary eyed trying to stay awake you felt like jelly, giving up fighting you rolled over yawning tucking your arms below your head Yennefer tilted her head stroking your hair sending you into a relaxed sleep.

"Poor dear ,Oh look at her geralt shes all fucked out and we haven't even fucked her yet" 

"hmm she'll be ok we just need to work on her stamina" he replied patting your bottom as he pulled the cover over your washed out form.Geralt panicked

"Shit wheres Ciri?"

"well when you came charging in down stairs i told her to go find Jaskier and stay there until one of us came to get her" Yennefer said with a sly grin he shook his head and scooped her up kissing her passionately. As he took a few steps to the now vacant bath

"well the bath is still warm care to join me?"

"with pleasure lets try not to wake her tho"

.

See you soon xxx

[commanderaxyl]

“I told you not to hum the law and order theme song while we were being given a speeding ticket!!” daisy lol

FRIENDS WHO GET INTO TROUBLE; SENTENCE STARTERS. 

@storyofwhoiam

   Axyl holds back a laugh, pressing their lips together though this only serves to push the chuckle out of her nose instead.   ❝ I — ❞   she’s cut short once again by their own laughter, looking out the window at the police officer that retreats back to his car.   ❝ I’m sorry ! It’s stuck in my head ! It’s your fault, with your… Your catchy television theme songs. And besides, I thought he would appreciate it, shows I know what he’s all about. ❞

   They settle back into their seat, gesturing for Daisy to give her the ticket.   ❝ I didn’t even know you could go too fast in these little metal boxes. Do we have to pay money ? ❞

[nxtwhatheseems]

“I told you not to hum the law and order theme song while we were being given a speeding ticket!!” —From Stanford @notes-from-the-author

— —★ "Relax, will ya? What's one more ticket? It's not like I pay 'em anyway. If they're gonna waste our time by pulling us over, I'm at least gonna have some fun."

[batfamgalore]

*Dick (as a cop) testifying in court* 

Dick: Your Honor, when does the Law and Order theme song play, or do we have to hum it ourselves? 

[affcgato-archived]

UNUSUAL MUN QUESTIONAIRE | REPOST, DON’T REBLOG

your current mood: productive. LOL. apparently taking a break from writing so I can dive back into canon sources, coding, & cleaning up my themes helped a lot more than I thought it would tbh.

the aesthetic of the place you’re in right now: soft light through windows, a battered old wooden desk, the smell of gingerbread & candle wax, & the gentle hum of the dishwasher in the back. 

favourite lyrics of the last song you listened to: don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled.

your favourite poem/book: don’t make me choose a favorite child. probably A Little Princess? there’s a few of them. 

guilty pleasure: jellybeans, & law & order svu

a quote from the last thing you watched: ‘ Ma’am, do you know why anyone would sodomize your husband with a banana? ’

favourite time of the year: Autumn

the décor of your room: currently nothing “decor” level because I haven’t fully unpacked my room, oops.

favourite word (in any language): arrabbiata

tagged by: @adversitybloomed tagging: @ofangelicblood @artifixer @problmatics @leonesvigiliae @talktoten @seesgood @kaijvking @tornbetweenthestorm @altarsburning @loyaltyworn & also @thunderbringer !

[zalrb]

Oh fun!

Buffy The Vampire Slayer (I hear the song every Halloween in a Halloween store and I love it)

Season 3 being my favourite

Skins Series 1 & 2 (I have the song)

True Blood (It made me SUPER uncomfortable for about two seasons before I got used to it but it’s such a great intro)

Supernatural Seasons 1-7 (when I still watched. I used to always look forward to see what they’d do with the title cards).

Season 5 was my favourite title card

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (OF COURSE)

Friday Night Lights (it’s actually quite a sentimental opening and if I rewatch it, I will get misty-eyed)

Not TV but I have to put the Harry Potter title cards (especially if Hedwig’s theme is play, I nearly RIOTED during the Half-Blood Prince when we don’t hear it) 

My favourite would have to be to be Prisoner of Azkaban (LUMOS MAXIMA! but I do have a special place in my heart for the Deathly Hallows Part 1 because it’s a little trill and my friend next to me just whispered “oh my god” because we were just entering our 20s when it came out so it felt like we were losing our childhood and it was such a weird/great moment)

Not a movie but Lord of the Rings (after the first one, when I saw the other two in the theatre, without a fail, the audience would clap at seeing the title cards)

The O.C.

This is really more about nostalgia than anything else but I remember when I got a TV in my room AND my mom got me The OC season 1 DVD boxset for Christmas and I just spent my weekends watching it and rewatching it SO often that sometimes my mom will randomly hum the song now and go “Californiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, remember when I couldn’t get you out of your room at ALL over the Holiday break?” so I just love it now.

Grey’s Anatomy (seasons 1-2 when they still had an opening song)

I just thought it was the right kind of opening song, there was something slightly off-kilter and weird about it that I really enjoyed and that seemed to fit the kind of disorienting nature of the interns.

Third Watch

NO ONE seems to remember Third Watch but this was one of those adult shows I watched as a kid and couldn’t tell anyone at school that I was allowed to watch. The theme song got me SO AMPED and it’s SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 90s, I fucking LOVE it. 

One on One (MAN, I need to find a way to rewatch this show).

Martin (OF. COURSE.)

I would go around as a kid just being like “Martiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin)

House 

I always found it unnecessarily dramatic? It was awesome.

CSI MIAMI!

IT WAS SO FUCKING CORNY. IT’S AMAZING. 

Rugrats

Look. That song slaps. To the point that Blackstreet and Mya made a song to it for the movie. 

Entourage 

Again, this is more oddly sentimental? Entourage was a show with so many fucking problems but I find it comforting to watch and whenever I do rewatch it and the opening plays, I kinda feel like I’m being reunited with like ... not friends ... but acquaintances?

Dawson’s Creek (ORIGINAL I DON’T WANNA WAIT DAWSON’S CREEK)

That shit is ICONIC. I remember when my cousin would start watching it and I would run to the TV.

The Sopranos (OF COURSE)

I’m going to go Canadian for a sec.

Student Bodies (this. shit. was. my. JAM.).

I still know all the words.

Breaker High (will never be able to take Ryan Gosling seriously, although this is Canadian-American, so,).

I wanted to go to this high school SO. BADLY.

Law and Order SVU (it has to be on here)

My Country: The New Age (I have the song!)

This is a fucking epic opening.

Sky Castle (I have the song)

It’s also a great, creepy opening.

Misfits! (Gotta love it)

Special shout out to Roswell for being 90s angsty OH MY GOD

AND CHARMED (I am the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun, I am the aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir)

Also Saved by the Bell, for some reason TBS would ALWAYS play reruns in the morning so at my aunt’s house, I would get ready to Saved By the Bell.

Oh my God, I almost forgot early season Smallville. This is really more about nostalgia (somebody saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave meeeeeeeeeee)

There are more, lol.

I forgot Game of Thrones.

But to be honest, that’s season 8′s fault.

[puckmeupfam]

Consigliere | Kevin Hayes

Word Count: 3175 Note: The Mafia!Kevin Hayes AU that no one asked for. I’ve never seen the Godfather or any mob movies. It’s more lighthearted than it sounds, I swear. Brief mentions of past violence and mafia stuff so please don’t read if that will affect you.

Okay, so Kevin Hayes is kind of a screw-up. His father, Frank, had been mob boss ever since his father before him had died. And he was good at it. He knew when deals were being done. He knew when someone was thinking about snitching. He knew how to handle his allies. He knew how much money it took to get in the police chief’s blind spot. The Hayes family had been leading the mob before Prohibition even began which meant that Kevin had a heavy-weight on his shoulders ever since he could remember. Kevin was just four years old when his father started bringing him along to inner circle meetings. It was in the basement of a restaurant that seemed to always be closed at random times yet somehow still in business. The lights were low and cast large, ghostly shadows on the wall. The point was to get him to start seeing the guys as family. To see how his father commanded the room with his booming voice and wide shoulders. His father would speak confidently with a cigar placed casually in his mouth while the guys studiously listened. They knew to obey him because he had a habit of being… harsh. Kevin’s father wouldn’t take anyone’s shit. Kevin was in the fourth grade when he went along on his first “check-in” to one of the mobsters who wanted out. The guy was pretty high up in the hierarchy which made Kevin’s dad want to make the trip himself. There was nothing he hated more than a buddy who cried about wanting to stop for his “wife and newborn daughter,” to Kevin’s dad you were either in or six feet under.

Which is why it was always a bit of a sore spot that his heir was Kevin. Kevin whose voice was loud in an obnoxious way rather than a threatening way. Kevin who would much rather play street hockey than take a guy out in the street. Kevin who asked if he could “just have one of your fries” while his father was presenting his game plan. Kevin who tried to sneak his Nintendo on a stakeout. 

Kevin’s mother, Jeannie, and his father had a significant age difference. When he was born his mom was twenty-six while his father was forty-one. Most women involved within the mob didn’t even have a high school diploma, but his mom was just three semesters short of a bachelor’s degree. Her father, Al Rogers, was a made man and an advisor to the boss. Frank had too much power to have friends, but he protected his mafia as if they were his own brothers. Which is why when a lower gang showed up at the Rogers home one fateful night as a very aggressive hint to Frank, he brought Jeannie back from college and hid her in his house until he could make the other gang scarce. Call it love or call it Stockholm Syndrome, but Frank and Jeannie got married just two years later. Kevin was born first and was followed by three younger sisters. Leaving Frank with no other choices but Kevin.

But it was when Frank Hayes died suddenly of a heart attack that Kevin’s life was officially fucked. He was now the leader, the boss, the king and that meant something to these people. It meant that he had to step his shit up which was a lot harder said than done. At his first meeting since his father’s death, he sat with his eyes glazed over for about forty-five minutes before someone jolted him out of his thoughts. “Sir, are you going to give your speech now,” a man he only knew as Buddy asked him in hushed tones. Kevin stood, drawing everyone’s attention. When the boss speaks you listen.

“Uh, yeah,” Kevin began, “um, go kill those guys I guess.”

This was… not the right thing to say. He was met with wide, dumbfounded eyes. Kevin honestly couldn’t tell you who he just told everyone to kill and he definitely wasn’t using the imposing form or gruff vocabulary that his father had. 

Kevin honestly felt hopeless about his life and his new position. Until he met you. He was sitting in a bar that he knew no mafia members would go to. He ordered a piña colada, he had one once at a luau-themed high school party. His father was away on a mission leaving him with just his mother and the two mob members guarding his house to sneak past. In all likelihood, the security knew he was going probably even followed him to the party. But the point was that he got to enjoy himself. Got to wear a trashy Hawaiian shirt. Got to do a keg stand. Got to be a trashy kid instead of a mafia prince. And that’s where you came in. 

You had gone with your friends for a night out, you were wearing shorts and a sparkly sequined shirt with black boots. It was entirely inappropriate for the Boston weather, but that didn’t stop you from drinking tequila shots and dancing in the middle of what seemed to be one of the quietest bars in the city. Your friends had left already, but you weren’t ready to go home. You always claimed that you weren’t a fan of going out and would much rather stay home, but once you got out of the house you couldn’t turn yourself off as easily as they could. Which left you alone sipping a vodka tonic at the bar while lip-synching to the song playing overhead. 

The floor was sticky with spilled beer and the vinyl of the booths were tearing, leaving the foam and stuffing inside exposed. There happened to be a female bartender there tonight which allowed you to chat and laugh openly without worrying about giving the wrong signals. Kevin quickly spotted you across the room. With the bar being sparsely filled with drunks it wasn’t hard to miss you. But for Kevin is felt like a bit more than that. Like there was a ring of light surrounding you. Like a magnet pulling his gaze. Your mouth was wide in an uninhibited laugh, your sparkly pink lipgloss was smeared a bit, and you had a twinkle in your eyes. A sign of joy and happiness that Kevin envied. 

There were some calls from a corner booth of inebriated men which lead the bartender to give you a reluctant smile before going to bring them more pitchers. Now, bored without stimuli, you spun your barstool around. That was when you spotted him staring at you. He looked sad and oafish and non-threatening with his head in his hand and his fruity drink at his side, twirling the little umbrella between his fingers. You felt pity and curiosity when you saw him and walked to his table as if a magnet were pulling your belly. 

You sat on the other chair at his table without waiting for an acknowledgment or invitation. His back straightened as he gawked at you. 

“I’m (Y/N),” you said reaching your hand out. He absently noted that you had a strong handshake as his hand flopped in yours. “Kevin,” he hollowly responded. “Kevin,” you repeated back to him with a smile, “what’s got you so down in the dumps?” It took him a second to realize two things 1.) he was just kind of staring at you without actually speaking like a normal human person and 2.) his hand was still robotically shaking yours even though you had stopped squeezing. “Oh, just troubles with…” he hesitated, he knew all the codewords that everyone else used, but for some reason none of them really made sense. “Work,” Kevin finally said. You hummed in response. 

“What do you do,” you asked.

“What?”

“What do you do?” you repeated.

“I- I work in, like, the family business, I guess… taking over from my dad,” that made as much sense as anything else to him and it wasn’t technically a lie. But it made you smirk and lean back a little. 

“That’s very one percent of you,” was your response. Kevin barked out a laugh. “I mean, it’s more shitty than fancy but I get what you mean,” he told you with a chuckle and shake of his head. Kevin wasn’t entirely sure how much money the mafia brought in for profit. They had to live under the radar to avoid suspicious so his house was never very grande. A lot of the money went as bribes, but there was surely some kind of underground stash. 

“What do you do,” Kevin asked you once he snapped himself out of his thoughts. He came here to wallow, but focusing on his fucking mob when there was a gorgeous girl sitting right in front of him was a different level of buffoonery. His question elicited a very tired sigh from you that Kevin felt in his bones. “I’m in fucking law school,” you said as if it was stricken upon you rather than something that you chose for yourself. It was Kevin’s turn to lean back from the table and he observed you with wide eyes, impressed. He knew that even if he weren’t an actual mob boss, he wasn’t the type of person to have a big fancy office with framed degrees on the wall. 

“Yeah…” you trailed off in response to his shocked face. Kevin didn’t respond and you had a habit of uncontrollably filling the silence. “I interned on a political campaign as an underclassman and I just realized that I wanted to, like, make the world a better place which is so cheesy, I know. And to do stuff like that… you know, stuff that actually matters and changes peoples and even attempt to make everything less terrible you have to-” he cut you off by lunging across the table and slamming your lips together. 

You made a surprised sound but quickly leaned into the kiss. He was warm and his lips were surprisingly soft and he tasted like fruity cocktails. It felt like warming your body by the fireplace on a snowy night.  While it wasn’t a habit of yours to make out with strangers, there was just something about this guy that made you an absolute fool. After what could have been ten seconds or ten minutes he pulled away. You were left hazy and stunned while he looked at you apologetically. 

“I’m sorry about that,” he said quietly, avoiding your eyes.

“I’m not,” you replied without hesitation. Kevin’s eyes flickered back to yours. To show him that you were serious you reached across the table and grabbed his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his larger ones. Your mischievous grin grows once his bright smile begins.

The two of you talk until the bar shuts down. Not about anything in particular. Just movies he likes and the asshole in your Philosophy of Law class who always tries to correct you. When the two of you stumble out, not drunk just dizzy on the night. He reluctantly starts to say goodbye to you when you stop him.

“Not so fast,” you start with a toothy smile. Kevin’s eyebrow quirks in a silent question. “I have coffee at my apartment,” you tell him. This brings the grin back to his face so you tangle your fingers together over the gloves you haphazardly shoved onto your hands. Kevin came with a coat, a wallet, and nothing else while you brought gloves, a hat, a scarf, and your heavy winter coat to cover your outfit that had zero protection against the chill. 

The two of you are mostly silent as you trek to your building. It was about a ten-minute walk and it hadn’t occurred to either of you that there were options other than walking. Kevin held the door open for you and you felt warmer as soon as you stepped into the lobby. You pushed the buttons on the elevator to bring you both to your apartment. This was another thing that you didn’t do often. Even though you didn’t plan to have sex tonight, it was almost dawn. Inviting some guy you just met into your apartment in the middle of the night went against everything Law & Order SVU had taught you.

You told Kevin to make himself at home while you got the mugs of steaming coffee ready. He noticed that your apartment, while small, was homey with framed pictures of your friends and your graduation. There were scented candles on the shelf and flowers on the table. You came back to sit next to him on the couch, handing him his drink. Your boots were unzipped but you were too lazy to take them all the way off. 

“I can’t do this,” he announced suddenly standing up with a panicked expression. Your eyes bugged and your coffee splashed a bit with his sudden movement. “What,” you asked, confused. “I’m not fucking like you, (Y/N),” he said with a dramatic wave of his arms. “You’re actually a good fucking person and you have your shit together and you’ve accomplished things,” when he said this you stood and moved to hold him in place. “No, no, no, Kev, you’re amazing and I don’t have it all together. I mean, I have like tons of student loans and the other day all I had to eat were Doritos,” you were trying to calm him down, taking deep breaths hoping that he would follow your lead.

This only seemed to agitate him more. “Shit, (Y/N), I’m in the mob,” he finally said. This made you still. “Exactly,” he said and moved to grab his coat from the back of a chair. “No, don’t go,” you whimpered, suddenly jumping to follow him. “I just told you that I’m in the mob! Kick me out of your house, call the cops, don’t be an idiot,” he snapped. He knew he was being self-destructive, but he also knew that doing anything else was stupid. And the prospect of being killed or captured by the police didn’t scare him at this point. He was living through hell every day. Okay, he was a little bit scared of what kind of weird mob torture might come over him, but he couldn’t live like this anymore. Kevin knew he would be unhappy until he died so why not speed up the process. Maybe he would even turn himself in and just get it over with.

“Just sit for a sec, hold on,” you told him. While he didn’t sit as you asked, he did stop moving. “What do you mean,” you asked stupidly. Kevin groaned in response. “What it means is that my dad died and now I am the boss of a mafia. A mafia! And I’m shit at it and I hate it and my dad knew that I hated it, but this is just how it works because it’s the mob,” he said gesticulating wildly. 

“But why did you tell me? I’m not a real lawyer yet or anything,” you responded calmly, but with a questioning tone. “I’m telling you because I fooled myself into thinking I was a nobody for the evening and I can’t do that to you,” Kevin responded. Your mind was going a mile a minute trying to understand everything he was telling you. “Wait… you hate it,” you asked, picking that statement over everything else.

“Of course I hate it, do I look like someone who would want to be a mob boss? I’m not even a little bit hardcore,” he said, “I can’t even get my blood drawn at the doctor’s office.” This made you giggle which lightened the mood a bit. 

“So this is like a High School Musical situation,” you guessed. He looked back at you dumbly, obviously the connection between the mafia and a children’s movie didn’t make much sense to him. “Yeah, like, your dad pushed you to take on this whole operation,” you explain, “and then you’re like “no dad that’s your dream, not mine.”” You used an overly exaggerated voice to be Kevin and you weren’t sure if it was that or the analogy, but both of you erupted into laughter. This went on for a minute before you sobered and brought yourself back to reality. You had to figure this out, you had to decide what the two of you were doing.

“Are you asking me to get you out,” you asked in a whisper. He sighed and looked at his feet. “There is no way out for me, (Y/N), I either end up dead or in prison,” he confessed. You moved your hand to bring his chin up to make eye contact. “And I know it will be one of those two because I’m not good enough to keep everything afloat,” he finished. 

“Well you should have said something, this could actually be a fun project for me,” you said with a tiny grin.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he started. You abruptly slapped him. “What the fuck was that for,” he shouted, clutching his cheek. You hadn’t hit him that hard, but it came as a major surprise for him.

“First of all, don’t call me an idiot,” you commanded, “and second, I’m studying to work in politics so don’t act like it’s not something I could help with.” He looked at you dumbly as you grinned. What kind of future-lawyer-slash-political-mastermind would you be if you couldn’t hold your own? From the beginning, you were aware that you had the ability to command a room. You had always demanded everyone’s focus and attention. It was easy for you to act naive and charming and then make a complete one-eighty and start telling people exactly what you wanted them to do. You were always branded as “manipulative” or “domineering,” and you were well aware that your personality in someone like Kevin would be unstoppable. 

“Not to mention, I want to be a campaign manager so it might be good practice to puppeteer an idiot into an icon,” you looked devilish. It was an inescapable fact that this experience could allow you to be the most you that you’d ever been. Calculating and alluring and full of moxie. Kevin knew he should be offended by your honesty and crassness. But there was something about you, something about this night, that made everything coming out of your mouth sound completely rational.

“You know, in the mafia we would call that a consigliere,” he told you, reaching to extend his hand. His voice was raspy and his chin scruffy, though you were aware that you very likely had eyeliner and mascara under your eyes and a rats nest on your head. But you shook his hand. You shook his hand because you felt sympathy for his. You shook because there was just something about Kevin Hayes that intoxicated you. You shook it knowing that this whirlwind night was just the beginning.

[chul]

            ❛ You are NOT going to pin that one on me! ❜ Years, it had been multiple YEARS since Chul had even seen Jae in person and the incident currently being loudly recounted discussed had predated even that. ❛ I believe my EXACT words were DO NOT hum the law and order theme song while we were being given a speeding ticket and YOU chose to interpret that to mean GREEN LIGHT on instead humming the Cops! theme song while we were being given a speeding ticket!! ❜ Not pausing to take a breath — long ago learning doing so would give Jae just enough time to slip in and win nearly any argument if you did — there was a hilarious crack in his voice as it's pitched rised near the end in Chul's rush to turn the point of blame back onto the other, following his rebuttal with a laugh.

( closed ) ;; @yi-jaesang

[filmmakersvision]

Top 5 Hindi Film Scenes of 2019

January 1, 2019

by Inakshi Chandra-Mohanty

1. The Sky is Pink - Ishaan at the Train Station

Ishaan Chaudhary gets a call from his sister, Aisha, when she is at her most helpless. Not much older than her, Ishaan is at a young age where his understanding of death may not be as mature as that of his parents. Till now, we have not seen how he is dealing with his younger sister’s illness and imminent death. In this scene, when Aisha calls up in tears, Ishaan’s first instinct as an elder brother is to be supportive. To reassure her, he tells that in their next life, through reincarnation they will all be reunited once again. He wants to be there for her, but inside, he is falling apart. As soon as she hangs up, he breaks down. All the pain, anger, sadness bursts out in the moment as he smashes his bag on the ground. In front of his parents and sister, he has to project himself as a strong individual. But in reality he is suffering as much as they are. The frustration builds inside him as he maintains composure in front of his family. And finally, in this scene, he lets it all out. The love between two siblings is rarely explored in films. This scene is so fresh and unique that it ultimately becomes the most emotional scene in the film. And without Rohit Saraf’s brilliant acting as the loving brother, this scene would have not been as passionate and impactful as it became.

2. Gully Boy - Doori Poem

While Gully Boy is at its core a film about a rapper’s rise to fame, it is also a commentary on the politics of modern society. The scene in which the Doori poem is recited in the background as Murad drives the car is the most socially relevant scene in the film. It brings out the brutal class divide omnipresent in Indian society. Murad and his passenger are both around the same age, in the same car, with a physical distance of a few feet, yet they are distant from each other. Her tears moved Murad, but his position as a driver prevented him from providing her with any comfort. He doesn’t have the aukaat (status) to help her and thus he continues to drive in silence. This strikes a chord with audience, some who are either of Murad’s status, or those who identify with the young woman. As passengers, people barely take notice of those in the driver’s seat, because there is an unspeakable divide that is difficult to bridge. And that’s what Murad uses as inspiration for the lyrics of his next song. The lines of the poem resonate well with the context. Kahne ko hum paas hai par, kitni doori hai, yeh bhi kaisi majboori hai….main yeh behte aasun pochun, itni meri aukaat nahin hai. They are close, yet they are far. And the barrier between them renders them helpless.

3. Soni - Conversation about Soni’s Misconduct

Soni is a film about women empowerment. But it isn’t just about women going up against men who knowingly discriminate against them. It is also about women facing small instances of prejudice even from somewhat progressive men. In this scene, Kalpana is having dinner with her family, as her husband and brother-in-law discuss Soni’s misconduct. It is clear from their casual tone that they find her aggressive behavior hilarious. According to them, women who behave in this manner come from violent homes. To them, it’s just a simple case of a woman who has faced violence at home leading to her relieving her frustrations at work. These two new-age men, sitting at a table with a female police officer, talk about women in such a stereotypical, mildly sexist manner. Even though Kalpana believes Soni’s actions crossed the line, she also attempts to understand the frustration that leads her to behave in a certain manner, which is why she remains silent at the table, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her husband and brother-in-law. This scene shows the inherent sexism that seeps into modern families as well. There is blatant sexism everywhere, and that is easily recognizable. But, this hypocrisy and subtle patriarchy, exists in many homes, and is much more difficult to notice. And this scene makes us aware of it.

4. Section 375 - Food as a Metaphor for Justice

In this scene from Section 375, lawyer Tarun Saluja uses food as an analogy for the legal system, while explaining the intricacies of law to his former student, now opposing lawyer, Hiral Gandhi. This film, which deals with the twisted ways of the law, is summed up in this one scene. Tarun equates the different parts of the legal system, with different food items on the table. The dal is the prosecutor, trying to win in order to gain a promotion or a pay hike. The rice is the defense, trying to win for the fame, leading to a rise in fees. The next container is the judge, trying to win to reach a higher position in the court system, and get the opportunity to present landmark judgments. And the dahi is justice, which is forgotten in everyone else’s race for victory. The message that he attempts to convey is that everyone is in it for his/her own personal benefit. The courtroom is a battlefield for ambition, where the ideal is left far behind. That is core theme of the film. The absolute law, and ambitious professionals in the field, can lead to justice being left behind.

5. Article 15 - Asking about Caste

Ayan, a police officer from the city, is appalled by the caste discrimination in the small town where he is posted. He doesn’t have much knowledge of the intricacies of the caste system, as he has been living in an environment where caste barely has any bearing. In this scene, he is finally fed up of the constant references to caste by other members of the force working under him. His incredulity becomes apparent when he gathers all his subordinates, asking them about each of their castes and how they are related to the case on hand. It is quite a humorous scene as it is clear that he doesn’t actually have any interest in the caste system. He just wants to see to what extent these people will go to defend this discrimination, ultimately losing his cool at the end of it. The setup is meant to be hilarious, especially for those in the audience who are in the same boat as Ayan. But the comedic nature of the scene is just a means to show the grim reality. In many places across India, caste discrimination is such a common way of life, that even supposedly sensible people don’t protest against it. To Ayan, it is ridiculous. But for many others, it is their life, and that is the reality of society today.