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A Fortpeat Gifset | The Bridal Carry
Peat looking like the tiniest little baby. Fort always scoops him up with such overwhelming gusto, no wonder he dropped poor Peat that time 😅 Take your time Fort, he's not going anywhere.
Other Fortpeat Gifset Compilations
The Signature Smoulder
Fort Laying in Peat’s Lap
Peat Sitting on Fort’s Lap
Fort being grabby with Peat’s waist
My Favourite Fortpeat Cuddles
#LITA#love in the air#love in the air series#fortpeat#peat wasuthorn#fort thitipong#my cutie patooties#oh my lord the monumental trip will never NOT make me laugh#i wonder if their team immediately starts to sweat when fort decides to give peat a booster seat around his neck#over-zealous puppy needs to come with a health & safety warning#go easy fort go easy#peat's yours - WE GET IT
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Sagau touched starved reader but you know got trauma so not comfortable with being touched. Like staring like a cat for affection but terrified of being hugged back or things like that
You got it, Anon! Though, I will warn you a little: I'm not going to go too deep into detail with the trauma stuff. It'll be very brief.
Touch Starved! Reader Wanting Hugs From Zhongli, Diluc, and Al-Haitham...With A Twist.
Zhongli
The moment he realizes that you are touched-starved, this old man isn't exactly sure what to do. After all, you got some extreme PTSD going on after the whole "imposter-creator" fiasco.
He does try to approach it as a topic, but since you're weary of (quite literally) everyone and find suspicion in every action, you kind of catch on to his intentions. And Zhongli notices this, but he's still going to take it slow.
"I assure you, Your Grace, I will not push your boundaries lest you are uncomfortable." He's sincere and means every word. To him, this is like signing a contract. He's the God of Contracts, so this is especially important to him. What he says is solid as stone—his dedication to prove that is clear as day.
This man is also very keen—he sees how you look like a touch-starved cat when you want affection, but are too scared to approach and ask. It kind of breaks him, but he doesn't show it because he wants to prove that he's not helping out of pity, but understanding.
In the end, Zhongli will probably be able to be near you, and get in a few (with consent) head peats that you are very well aware of. It's going to take time for you to warm up to him before this guy gets to hug you.
Diluc
This guy probably understands your intense cat-staring the most. He sometimes feels like that after his father passed. He's very unsure and awkward of what to do, if I'm being honest.
After a little while, of course, Diluc feels like he should place the offer out. He feels too awkward and guilty for just noticing you like this and not doing anything about it.
"Your Grace...I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries, but please know that I am willing to offer you any assistance you need." It's only later does he realize you wanted hugs and were too scared to ask for it.
Yeah...he's not exactly that open with his emotions either, so it will definitely be awkward, but he is willing to give it a few tries. Diluc will also be the first to pull back and apologize if he realizes you are in any discomfort.
To say it took a while is only putting it in the simplest form.
Alhaitham
Oho...if you though Diluc was awkward, consider this man. He's more "thinking machine that feels" than like his roommate ("feeling machine that thinks"), so he definitely does not understand the "social cue" that is your cat-stare.
He has done research (aka read books way back in the days and remembered the contents) and understands the mental turmoil you've gone through, so he has gone through the steps of trying to get out of your way, and also try and link you to a therapist. This, of course, kind of fails.
"Your Grace...please get some therapy. It's beneficial for your mental health." Quite literally might drag Tighnari or someone else into this if he can't convince you. This is quite literally out of his expertise.
The entire "I want a hug" cue flies completely over his head, and had it not been for Kaveh (and/or Nahida), he probably wouldn't have realized his mistake.
...Yes, it took what felt like 3 eternities just for him to try and give you affection. Must I say anything else?
Ghost Rebel Side Notes: AND HERE WE ARE! Anon, I am so sorry for taking 30 years to do this, but I have finished it! Boy, I was so tired and stressed these days, but I'm kinda glad I finished this!
For anyone waiting for The Lost Shining God of Celestia Pt. 2, please have some patience—I currently do not have much motivation to work on that series. Instead, feel free to dump requests in my mailbox!
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redirection; prologue
esmee brugts x barcaplayer!R
a girl realizing that a huge rejection lead her to the best redirection possible
Most of the 2022-2023 season, I’ve been working hard within the tryout camps to get a spot on the United States Women’s national team roster for the World Cup. I played for the Washington Spirit in the NWSL as a Striker.
Most people in my circle believed that I would’ve had a spot on the World Cup roster due to my overachieving skills. I had high hopes about accomplishing my biggest dream. However, when I got the facetime call from the USWNT coach, letting me know that I wouldn’t be on the World cup roster, that belief was crushed.
My emotions were all over the place when the facetime call ended. The tears in my eyes ran down my dimpled cheeks for hours. My breathing was rigid and I couldn't think straight. It got to a point where my bestfriend, Trinity Rodman, comforted me on a facetime call. She made it on the roster and my happiness for her was distracted by the disappointment for myself.
“I feel like my skills, hard work, and motivation goes unnoticed.” I cried on the facetime call to Trinity. I pulled the black sleeves of my Adidas hoodie up and wiped my tears. To be honest, I felt like clicking the red “end call” button and falling asleep. I didn’t want Trin’s happiness for herself to drain away due to my rejection from the World Cup.
“There’s so many people in the world that recognize your talents, y/n. Everyone is disappointed too. Just know that your time will come and you can use this as a bigger push for the 2024 olympic roster.” Trinity commented. She was right, but the disappointment and rejection was too big to have optimistic thoughts currently.
After the facetime call ended, my imessage notifications were blown up with most of my Washington Spirit teammates, family, and non-soccer playing friends apologizing to me when they didn’t see my name on the roster that was posted. They gave me reminders of how good of a player I still am. Many of my USWNT teammates, including my close friends Sophia Smith and Emily Fox, expressed how disappointed they were because I wouldn’t play in Australia with them.
Currently, I have seven caps with the USWNT. As a nineteen year old, this is a normal amount of appearances. So I had developed relationships with some players who consistently appear on the team.
Alex Morgan is an example. She is my inspiration as an American striker myself. I’ve seen many people compare us and how we play. I scrolled on the 433womenfc instagram comments on the USWNT roster post and a particular comment stuck out to me,
“Washington Spirit’s y/n l/n should’ve had a spot over Alyssa Thompson. She could’ve been a good sub for Alex Morgan since they’re both strikers and she has more international experience. USWNT missed out.”
The tears in my eyes poured down my face again but instead of calling a friend or family member to talk to, I placed my phone on the charger and went to sleep.
Three months later:
The USWNT was eliminated from the World Cup after a penalty shootout with Sweden in the Round of 16. This broke my heart when I watched the match in my apartment last week. The USWNT won the 2015 and 2019 World Cup and a three-peat would've broken records.
Currently, I sat in the backseat of a fancy black van as I headed to a fancy restaurant in downtown DC. My agent wanted to talk to me about my next career move, since my contract with Washington Spirit expired right before the world cup.
I am assuming that my next move will be within the NWSL, many clubs contacted my agent during past transfer windows for a possible move. However, Spirit rejected those transfers since they saw me as an important striker. Trinity wanted me to stay at Washington Spirit and sign a new contract. I didn’t because I felt lost. I knew my heart belonged somewhere else. I loved the club I've been with since I was sixteen, but I needed to move on.
The dark green pants and black long sleeve on my body was comfortable for the early-august weather. You’d expect the weather to be hot but it’s 8pm and the breezy air made for a perfect temperature.
I sat down in a booth across from my agent, Heather. She held a blue ipad in her hands and already ordered water for us, which I took a sip of after we greeted each other. This meeting would determine my next career move.
Two hours later, I walked out of the restaurant in excitement and shock. Heather let me know that many clubs in many leagues contacted her as they needed a goal scoring striker.
WSL clubs, such as Chelsea and Manchester United, were the first to contact my agent. In fact, they’ve wanted me since the last transfer window. I wasn't opposed to Chelsea, since a few of my American friends played there. NSWL clubs such as San Diego Wave, Houston Dash, and Portland Thorns wanted to offer me a contract too.
When my agent mentioned the last club that offered me a contract, my jaw dropped to my feet. Liga F club FC Barcelona needed a striker and their coach was impressed by my goal scoring abilities from last season. Barcelona was my dream club and Heather saw my eyes light up in admiration and disbelief.
As the dinner ended, I told Heather that I'm looking forward to joining Barcelona. She told me that she will let Joan Laporta and the sporting director know about my commitment. I wanted to cry in joy, I am moving to Spain soon to join my dream club!
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OFFICIAL: 🚨 19-year old American Striker y/n l/n from Washington Spirit signs a 3-year contract with FC Barcelona on a free transfer. She will be the first American to sign for the Liga F club 🇺🇸🔵🔴
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y/nstrikes_ barca fans she will not disappoint! 💙❤️
esmeebrugts 🔥🔥
wosofan23 aitana bonmati and y/n l/n link on the pitch should be illegal 😭
leahwilliamsfan67 i agree
lekkerbrugts esmee ona and y/n joining barcelona?? barcelona is unstoppable.
cghlover55 this is so crazy 😍🔥
randomuser4789 she was too good for the nwsl, can’t wait to see her compete in europe. ❤️
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fcbfemeni and y/n.l/n
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our american star has arrived 😍💙❤️🌟
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aitanabonmati ❤️
ingrid_engen 😍😍
graham95 niceee🤩
y/nhive THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY
felixfan14 SAME 😍
trinity_rodman SO HAPPY FOR YOU *nickname* 😭💗🎉
lindseyhoran10 woohoo!!!
uswnt 😍
alexiaputellas 🥰
*esmeebrugts started following y/n.l/n*
next chapter: redirection I
a/n: this is my first woso fic! this is the first chapter to this series and I'll write more for other players as well :D I hope you enjoy!
#esmee brugts#woso fanfics#woso x reader#barcelona femeni#barcelona women#oranjeleeuwinnen#wwc 2023#alexia putellas#aitana bonmati
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For the Love of the Game [Pazzi | Part 3]
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
summary: paige and azzi find themselves in a very sticky situation, with only one way to get out
a/n: none of this stuff is accurate to the time line in real life but who cares
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masterlist w/ all parts
“Two weeks in and you’re already causing problems.”
Azzi shrunk under the critical stare of Geno Auriemma. Although Geno was a physically stout man whom she would’ve towered over had they been standing, he was still extremely formidable in his legacy as a basketball coach. This was the seven-peat titled NCAA coach of the year, who’d guided UConn to eleven nattys and USA to three olympic gold medals, and he was glaring at her.
“I’m sorry, sir, but-,”
“And you,” Geno interrupted, fixing his reproachful frown on Paige. “You’re going to be captain this year, and this is how you lead the team?” The blonde shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing haughtily at Azzi. “Frankly, I’m very disappointed in you. The fact that multiple of your teammates had to inform me about your behavior is very concerning.” Paige hunched her shoulders and stared at her feet, looking like a puppy who’d gotten kicked to the side of the road.
Geno focused his attention back on Azzi. “Cursing at your teammates? You signed the player contract, Fudd. We don’t tolerate foul language or bullying of any kind. Do you know what the punishment is?”
Azzi’s mouth went dry. “I don’t know, sir, but I promise I can explain.”
Geno’s eyebrows dipped down, and his mouth was pulled into a firm line. “The punishment is suspension from all non-NCAA pre-season team activities. This includes next month’s tour in Europe, since we’re only playing exhibition games.”
Everything went blank. Azzi’s heart raced, disbelief coursing through her veins. She’d only been at Storrs for two weeks, and she was about to get kicked out of the European tour that she had been looking forward to so much. What would this mean for her? She’d miss out on team bonding, and even more importantly, wouldn’t be able to debut for UConn with the other freshmen. She’d be behind, and all her teammates would hate her, and the sports news outlets would go crazy with gossip over her suspension and-
Paige’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Geno,” she said solemnly, “I have to tell you something.”
Azzi gaped at the blonde. Was Paige about to play the hero by admitting that she was the one who had started all the arguments?
“Azzi and I are dating.”
Okay, that was very much NOT what she had been expecting to come out of Paige’s mouth. She shifted in her seat, about to speak out in horror because the mere thought of dating Paige made her want to throw up, when she felt the other girl lay a palm on her knee.
Geno looked between the two of them, surprise evident in his eyes. “You two? Dating?”
“Yeah,” Paige shrugged. “We uh, wanted to keep it on the down low. So that we wouldn’t distract the team. So we decided to act like we didn’t like each other, but we might’ve taken it a little too far.” Paige chuckled, and Azzi had to restrain from rolling her eyes. Even she could tell that Paige’s laugh was forced.
Geno opened his mouth to respond when his phone rang. He looked down and grunted. “Give me one second,” he said before picking up the phone and slipping out of the room.
As soon as the door closed, Azzi swatted Paige’s hand that was still on her lap. “What the hell was that?” She hissed. “I don’t know what kinda weird kinky stuff you’re into, but dragging me into this is not cool.”
Paige’s eyes narrowed. “Just trust me, okay? I might be an asshole, but not enough to get you kicked off our trip to Europe. Just follow my lead.”
Azzi was about to protest, not understanding how telling Geno they were dating could save her ass, but he stepped back in before she could. Paige squinted at her, as if to make sure she was in on the plan. Azzi was completely and utterly confused. But she didn’t know what else to do, and she really wanted to go to Europe. So she decided to go along with Paige’s schemes, at least for now.
Their coach interlaced his fingers, resting his chin on them. “So what you’re telling me is that you two are in a relationship? A romantic relationship?”
Paige nodded, a little bit too enthusiastically, before taking Azzi’s hand in hers. She tried not think about how soft and warm Azzi’s hands were. “Yeah. I promise you that Azzi didn’t mean anything. She just gets a little bit too into her role sometimes, you know?” Paige smiled fondly at her, and it seemed so genuine that Azzi herself was almost convinced that they were dating.
“I promise, though, that there’s no bad blood between us. None at all.” She squeezed Azzi’s hand, signaling that it was her turn to shine.
“For sure!” Azzi’s voice came out high pitched and squeaky. Feeling Paige’s hard side eye, she cleared her throat and tried again. “There’s nothing but love here. Right, sweet cheeks?”
Paige winced, and Azzi realized that that might not have been as smooth as she’d thought. But the blonde forced back a smile, coming to her rescue. “Geno,” she said pleadingly. “Do you have to suspend Azzi?”
Geno took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “I’m having a hard time believing that you two are dating.” Both girls nervously waited with their breaths bated. “But,” he continued, “since you guys apparently are, I now have a request for you. My daughter Paula is doing a little video series on the team this year as part of her assignment for her film class. She’s been wondering how to approach the personal life segment, but now you two just opened a wonderful opportunity for her!”
Paige and Azzi exchanged looks. This was not what they thought they were getting themselves into.
“If you could help Paula with her assignment, by you know, showing the dynamic between you two and how that can translate to chemistry on the court,” Geno paused, studying them over the rim of his glasses, “I could possibly see about giving Azzi a lighter punishment. Like cleanup after practices. Nothing as severe as suspension from the Europe tour.”
“Send Paula our numbers,” Paige said immediately.
Geno’s face brightened, and he looked at them with a pleased smile. “Great! I expect both of you to keep your relationship professional during practices and games, but other than that, you have no objections from me.” He sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. “Have a good day, girls,” he dismissed.
The two basketball players hurried to leave. Once outside and walking down the corridor, Paige turned to Azzi. “Sweet cheeks, really?”
Azzi blushed furiously. “Stop,” she complained. “I didn’t know what else to say.”
“Okay, honey buns,” Paige smirked, elbowing her gently in the side.
They fell into silence as they walked. “So what do we do now?” Azzi finally asked. “Pretend to date?”
The taller girl furrowed her eyebrows. “I guess. But just to make it clear, I don’t have feelings for you. I’m doing this because we can’t start off our season without one of our players, especially one as…promising as you. It’s for the team’s better if you’re in Europe - it’s for the love of the game.” She stared straight ahead as she spoke, avoiding eye contact with Azzi.
“Okayyyy,” Azzi trailed. “What’re we gonna tell the rest of the team?”
“They can’t know,” Paige responded quickly. “Did you see how all the stuff we said to each other got back to Geno? We’re gonna have to pretend in front of the team too.”
Azzi halted in her steps, realizing the full extent of what they were about to do. “You realize this means that we’ll have to act like a couple basically all the time right? We’re always with the team.”
The corner of Paige’s lips turned up. “What?” she asked. “You scared you’re gonna fall in love with me?” When she saw the look on Azzi’s face, she said in a more serious tone, “Don’t worry. We can always break up after Geno’s kid finishes her assignment. I think the issue is making everyone believe we’re dating after…you know.”
Azzi nodded, deep in thought. “We can say that in the meeting with Geno, he forced us to spend time together and we just kinda grew on each other.”
Paige made a noise in agreement. “It’ll be kinda hard, though,” she said. “Not being mean to you.”
“Shut the fuck up. And for the record, I’m straight. I will absolutely not fall in love with you.”
“We’ll see about that, sweet cheeks.”
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hiii do you have any advice for new fly trap owners?? im hoping to get one soon !!
The Venus fly trap and some other carnivorous plants are basically the only plants I’ve ever been able to keep alive long-term! I don’t know why but we definitely get each other. Once you get their three rules taken care of they are surprisingly low maintenance.
1. Water
- VFTs are bog plants so they are very sensitive to drying out. Their pot should be kept in a dish of standing water at all times, and refill whenever it’s getting low. It is also very important to use only distilled water or rain water as tap water can kill them. I collect rain water to use for them and have done this the past few years.
2. Sunlight
- I leave all my fly traps outside in direct sunlight. If you’re in an area with harsh winters you may need to bring them inside but they can definitely handle a little chill. If your climate is appropriate it’s always best to leave these plants out where they can catch their own bugs.
3. Dirt
- Fly traps are particular about soil due to where they evolved. Anything with too many nutrients can kill them. I make my own soil for all my carnivorous plants- about half peat and half perlite. This provides pretty good drainage and my plants do great with it. I bought a big bag of each of these two years ago and I’m still getting through them.
Good luck with your VFT! I’d recommend getting some sundews for your savage garden as well, they’re crazy interesting plants.
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From The Set 🎬 (pt.1)
Pairing: Timothée Chalamet x Reader
Faceclaim: Selena Gomez
A/N: for this social media au story, the movie release year has changed. Instead of 2020, it’s 2018. All the other mentioned events took place after it.
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yourname so excited for y’all to finally see it! We had a lot of fun making it! 🗽
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ynismybae finally!! 😮💨 I’ve been waiting for this for so long.
yourmumsusername so proud of you my babygirl 💜
tchalamet the fun begins with you
⤷ let’s meet in the middle. We look like fun when we’re together🤭
taylorswift so proud of you y/n/n! thx tchalamet for making my bestie smile.
florencepugh letssss goooo 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻
chalametism this scene!!!💋💋
username omg Tay Tay commented 🥹
⤷ the supportive besties. My favvvv
username shipping their friendship 🫶🏻
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tchalamet A Rainy Day in New York is out in cinemas <3
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chalametism the emphasis on this scene 🤭
chalamet_world am I the only one thinking they are flirting?
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pauline.chalamet you were so good yourname 👏🏻
⤷ don’t you think you’re forgetting someone? pauline.chalamet
yourname thank you so much 🫶🏻
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pauline.chalamet uhhh I don’t think so 🧐
⤷ seriously? Oh let me do the honors and remind you, the male protagonist?
⤷ idk what you’re talking about. I didn’t notice anyone else. 👀 reserved for yourname
⤷ I hate you pauline💔 tho I can agree on one thing - my eyes are too reserved for yourname
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florencepugh MY GURLLLL! 💗
username timmy IS flirting indeed🫣
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tchalamet I can’t get enough of your love 💗
chalametism here we go again with the flirting!
Timhalchal I ship them already 😍
chaalamets me too but they aren’t dating are they?😩
taylorswift it’s on repeat-peat-peat-peat!🥰
Zendaya LOVE IT 😍
⤷ love you girls sm🤍 zendaya 🫶🏻 taylorswift
tchalamet what about me?🥺
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pauline.chalamet ilyt 😘 p.s. please reply to my baby brother because I can’t tolerate his cranky face😒 loved it when u ignored him tho. #donttellhim 🤫
tchalamet I hate you both.
⤷ you love us Timothée chalamet stop being a baby🙄
ynandtimmy please date each other already 🙏🏻
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Username was he really making cranky face?
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E!new Fans are heartbroken as heartthrob actor Timothée Chalamet has found himself a match. We wonder who the unknown girl is?
The fans are speculating that this unknown lover could be singer/ songwriter and actress y/n y/l/n. The co-stars are being found flirting and having playful interaction in the comments of their recent post.
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Username i think it’s them
Chalametism the “YNTimmy” era begins😌
Username they are so cute together
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Username3 Alexa play “That should Be Me” by JB 🥺
⤷ but it’s not confirmed.
⤷ either way he’s not mine so… yeah *sobbing* 🥲
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ynexpress_ YN VIA INSTAGRAM STORY!! - “Throwback”
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ynsbaby i think she will be performing her new single!
chalametism could Timmy come to Coachella to support her?
Username did she invite him?
Username this could be pr 🙄
⤷ TREAT PEOPLE WITH KINDNESS OR ELSE!
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⤷ Y/N just shake it off queen!!!😌
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halchalamet only the true fans will support them no matter what 🤍
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Location: Coachella
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Username who does he look up close
⤷ even more beautiful ☀️
timidicted omg he’s swaying to the beats
Username his cap says “just friends?” 😱😱😱
⤷ NO WAAAAYYYYYY🤯
⤷ He’s playing with us!!! Wear your clown noses people 😤
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⤷ He’s teasing something from the article?
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cantgetenoughofyn YN ON THE STAGE!!! Ahhhh! We clowned right now Let’s Taki Taki!!!💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻
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chalametism Timmy was hyping since the moment she surprised the fans on stage!! 😳
ynandtimmy some people around him reported that he shouted “THATS MY GIRL!” as yourname joined on stage!!!!!🥰🤯
username “just friends” my foot. I won’t be fooled again.
⤷ and he is wearing “Just Friends?” Cap!
Username just say the word that they are dating 🥺
timmyytim he’s here to support her!! He’s going to be an amazing boyfriend 🤭
Username so can I finally ship them???
Username3 Alexa play ‘Jealousy, Jealousy’ by Olivia Rodrigo
⤷ you again?
⤷ yeah, with a diff song 🫥
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chalametism I KNEW IT!!!!
Username how can you know it’s them? The face is blur
⤷ SON JUST DON’T *captain America voice*😤
yourchildhoodfriend is this how I am supposed to get to know my childhood bffs love story 🤷🏻♀️ yourname girl is this how you keep your friendship?😂
⤷ not yourchildhoodfriend commenting like a fan. She didn’t even knew 😂😂😂
ynexpress_ the IT couple 😘
ynandtimmy they are so cute!! I just saw a fan taken video of yourname running towards Timmy and when he saw her in view, he welcomed her in his embrace. He was smiling like a idiot 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
Username okayyyy I don’t need to ask anyone of you. I SHIP THEM 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Username3 Alexa play ‘jealousy, jealousy’ by Olivia Rodrigo
⤷ you here again?
⤷ yeah with the same song besides no one has blocked me yet 😩
taytayynn I think she knew it all too well!!
Username so happy for them🤍
Username did you guys notice that florencepugh liked this post 🤯🤯
Username now what would they do??? Reveal themselves?
⤷ Idk maybe it’s a love story baby just say “yes” would be nice 😊
A/N: thank you for reading this au!! I hope you guys enjoyed. It’s been a long long time since I posted one of these but I’m super happy with it!
It’s going to be a multi-part social media au so stay tuned for the upcoming parts!
Likes and reblog are appreciated 💗
Tag-list and requests for open 💌
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Worldbuilding: Soap, Taxes, Consequences
Way too many writers seem to create dirty, decrepit fantasy or historical settings, without giving much thought as to why things might be grimy. Or why not.
For example, Victorian England, specifically London, is infamous for being dark, with choking smogs and lower classes regarded as filthy. There is a fair amount of truth to this... but historically, we as writers should look deeper. There were a lot of factors involved in this grime, but three of the big ones were heating, the window tax, and the soap tax.
...Yes, there was a tax specifically on soap. I’ll get to that.
All three of these were either directly caused by or exacerbated by the government. Timber was in large part reserved for ships and construction, so unless you had a lot of money to spend on firewood, if you wanted heat, it was usually peat or coal. Peat burns with a lot of smoke. A lot of smoke, to the point that it was doing about as much damage to lungs of the poorer folk who used it as all the tobacco in the surroundings combined. There are reasons it took a long time to get a handle on potential causes of lung cancer.
The better option - and yes, it was actually better - was coal. Only England’s local coal is a high-sulfur type, meaning besides heat and regular smoke you also got sulfur dioxide and its related acid compounds eating people’s lungs and etching everything else in sight. People are pretty sure this was the source of the infamous London fogs. (Though not entirely. Historians are still poking it to see if there were other contributing factors.)
So. That’s the smog. The window tax is Exactly What It Says On The Tin. Which made it very dark inside buildings, especially of the poor, because they couldn’t afford a yearly tax on taking advantage of natural light.
And here we come to the soap tax, the most rage-choking one of them in my mind. It was apparently high enough that good money could be made smuggling soap from Ireland (where there was no tax on it) to England to sell. Smuggling soap.
...Talk about your clean getaways.
But here you see the problem. If you’re already poor and you have to choose between enough food to survive on and enough soap to be clean... taxed soap makes your life much, much harder. Staying clean harder. Staying healthy harder.
And it has nothing to do with “oh, it’s the past, of course it’s more primitive”, and everything to do with a government deciding the best way to squeeze out more taxes is to tax something everyone has to use. A fantasy or alternate historical setting where there was no soap tax would be entirely different. And was, in Ireland just across the water - where there were the same problems with peat and coal, but even the poorest people tended to be clean.
Consider your world’s governments. What have they done well, and what have they (ahem) royally screwed up? And are your heroes just trying to stay out of the way of the worst insanity - or are they actively doing something about it?
It’d be a heck of a thing, to get arrested for smuggling soap....
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John Price meeting civilian reader scenario (part 2)
Part 1
Masterlist
The alarm sets off so early the next morning, you feel, like you've just closed your eyes a few minutes ago. You drag yourself out from a comfort of your warm blanket and head to the bathroom.
As you are standing there before the mirror, brushing your teeth, you remember, that yesterday you invited a man you've only known a few hours for today's walk. Sounds unsafe, but then again that smile, that deep voice and muffled croaky chuckles...
Someone may call you reckless, but you call it a risk worth taking. Plus, if you never come back from that walk with him - that means, that your vacation never actually ends. So there are bright sides to even the worst possible outcomes.
In half an hour, you step out of your cabin fully prepared. Deep inside, you are ready to go on your hike alone, if the guy doesn't show up.
But Price already waits for you, leaning on the bench where you chatted yesterday. He looks at you with a smirk.
"How do you look so alive It's not even 5 am now!" - you whine, jealous of his fresh look despite the early hour.
Instead of answering, he hands you his thermos. You open and sniff it. The aroma is faintly reminiscent of coffee...
"Careful. Just a sip." - he says quietly.
You take a tiny sip and cover your mouth with your hand to keep from spitting out the contents. This drink really remotely resembles coffee. Coffee, if mixed with earth, pieces of peat and liquid fire. You cough so hard that your body trembles and tears come to your eyes. "What the bloody... thing is it? Biohazard home brew?"
He tries to hold back his laughter, but he can't. "Sorry, I thought I brewed it softer than usual today." he smiles as he takes the thermos from you and wipes a tear from your cheek.
Moving out on the road, you still occasionally cough. He is genuinely remorseful, though he can't help but smile when you turn away.
You reach the trail just as fog begins to descend from the hills covered with fir trees. The first rays of the sun break through the branches. You take out your camera and turn it on.
"Ok, now I'll go a few steps ahead, and you will be in charge of navigation" - you give him a printed map of your route.
"Add an external observation to that, and I might as well charge you for my services..." - he murmurs under his breath, as you proceed to film your walk.
He inadvertently approaches you several times and almost overtakes you. You have to catch him by the sleeve of his jacket and gently pull him back so that he doesn't get into the frame.
"Sorry, John, I just want those videos to be only about nature. When we come back, I'll show you how good it looks, I promise" - you whisper.
He doesn't mind, though. Fresh and calm morning nature, crisp air, the view he gets, following you from behind... No, he doesn't mind at all.
He likes to silently follow you, occasionally directing you by the shoulder on the cross paths.
This feels like a perfect combination of something he's good at (taking care and guiding) and something he craves (to have a rest).
He even regrets that time has flown by so quickly when you return.
You show him your YouTube channel with silent walking videos, and he is absolutely delighted.
"So there is a right side of this bloody circus after all! I thought it was just an endless chaotic party being translated there." He sighs in relief and turns on your next video.
You wonder what exactly he means by "a right side" of YouTube, but decide to leave him in peace as he's browsing through your vids.
When you are out of sight, he discreetly pulls out his reading glasses, puts them on and writes your channels name down in a little notebook. Then he thinks for a couple of seconds and writes its address down too.
Yes, this whole "...tube.com/channel/UClD8....." stuff. Just to be sure, you know?
After this vacation, your channel has seen a huge increase in viewing statistics.
Price revisits your videos in any free minute.
Others in the Task Force 141 notice that their captain has begun to spend more time at the computer, although they couldn’t even drag him there by force before.
"So when I make time to find and share something funny with your ingrate asses - I'm to be yelled at, but when the captain rewatches a walk down some road in a random forest for several hours - this is not a problem for you?" - Soap grunts at dinner.
No one answers him, because your vids became kind of meditation sessions to a half of the team, since Price shared them with others.
Price leaves awkwardly formal commentaries under every your video.
Like "Dear content creator, I want to send my sincere gratitude for your taking the time to make this video. I genuinely appreciate your enthusiasm for sharing this walk of yours with us all. Thank you again for your dedication."
Gaz can't stand such a level of cringe and shows Price, that there is an "about the channel" info section out there, with your email in it. Just in case, Price wanted to... express his gratitude to you more privately.
"I never asked for it!" - snarls Price, but ends up emailing you as soon as Gaz is out of his sight.
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In Memoriam
In Memoriam,
Private D. Sutherland
killed in Action in the German Trench 16 May 1916,
and the Others who Died.
So you were David's father,
And he was your only son,
And the new-cut peats are rotting
And the work is left undone,
Because of an old man weeping,
Just an old man in pain,
For David, his son David,
That will not come again.
Oh, the letters he wrote you,
And I can see them still,
Not a word of the fighting
But just the sheep on the hill
And how you should get the crops in
Ere the year got stormier,
And the Bosches have got his body,
And I was his officer.
You were only David's father,
But I had fifty sons
When we went up that evening
Under the arch of the guns,
And we came back at twilight
— O God! I heard them call
To me for help and pity
That could not help at all.
Oh, never will I forget you,
My men that trusted me,
More my sons than your fathers'
For they could only see
The little helpless babies
And the young men in their pride.
They could not see you dying
And hold you while you died.
Happy and young and gallant,
they saw their first born go,
But not the strong limbs broken
And the beautiful men brought low,
The piteous writhing bodies,
They screamed, "Don't leave me Sir,"
For they were only fathers
But I was your officer.
-Ewart Alan Mackintosh
#what gets me about this poem is that mackintosh was only 24 when he was killed#he sounds so much older here#poetry
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Wild
Supercorptober 2023
"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves."
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
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She was supposed to go to Metropolis. She was supposed to go and tell them what to keep and what to sell and what to give away. Kara's gentle arms and quiet words are the only thing that stop her before she tells them just to burn it to the ground instead.
But the ground she steps out onto is not unforgiving pavement— it is soft peat and loose stone.
The heavy oak door creaks open as she steps inside, the light following behind her as the floorboards give under her feet. She wanders through the front room, collecting fragments of her past along with the dust that falls from the air onto her shoulders. She lets her fingers trace the faded wallpaper and pauses at the kitchen door, eyes finding the four lines etched into its surface, each just a little higher than the next. She pictures her mother there, kneeling down to make each one. She kneels down too, her hand hovering over the surface. She counts the lines one by one. Four short marks. Four short years. She rubs her thumb back and forth over the last like she could somehow etch it back into the wood or back into herself — whatever would be easier.
But time doesn't work like that. It moves forward, even when we ask it to stop. Stops when we ask it for even just a second more.
She stands up and turns away from the door, stumbles out onto the small path of land, gulping in the damp air. Her breath comes in short gasps, the air heavy as it settles in her lungs. She walks until the stone beneath her feet becomes a meadow, becomes heath, becomes a blanket of tall grass. It's wild and overgrown and whips at her legs. The world in all its urgency to turn did not stop, did not end here the way the marks on the door had. So she keeps moving, keeps walking until the house is no longer there at all — until the two of them feel like nothing more than two small dark shapes on opposite ends of the earth again.
"Lena?"
She turns slowly back towards the house. Her feet slipping over the uneven ground and muddied earth.
"Lena, wait."
Kara is a few feet away, her blonde hair darker than it should be, her coat damp with more than morning mist. Lena realizes then that it was raining, feels her clothes starting to stick to her skin.
"You're here?" Lena asks, confused, like maybe she had really willed herself across the world somehow.
"I am." She pauses. "I'm sorry."
"You came." She says again, stepping forward, her feet heavy with the weight of the grass and dirt clinging to them.
Kara was in front of her in what felt like only one step, arms catching her as she fell into them.
"I did." Kara murmurs, "I'm sorry," her breath a warm contrast to the cool air, "I didn't want you to be alone. I'm sorry."
Lena doesn't say anything, just holds onto her tighter. The rain starts to come down harder, and Kara gently brushes a strand of hair from her cheek. Lena lets her head fall onto her shoulder, the ghosts of her past weaving their way between them. Kara lets them in willingly.
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Kara's hand feels warm and steady on Lena's back as she guides her through the front door again. She shivers as they enter the kitchen. Feels all the places the damp earth has seeped into her clothes.
"Do you have anything here? Something warm?"
Lena shakes her head, thinking of the hotel across town where all her things still sit neatly packed away.
"That's okay — you're okay."
She hears the shuffle of something near the door, the sound of a zipper opening and closing, along with the soft muttering of Kara behind her.
Soft wool makes its way into her hands shortly after. She notices the sweater is hers, a deep forest green that matches the forest outside.
Kara holds a change of clothes of her own.
"Why don't we get warm, and then we can go from there. The rain is already done."
Lena nods, grateful for the distraction, for the change of pace.
When she emerges from the room, Kara is waiting for her back in the kitchen, a cup of tea in her hands and another on the table she got from somewhere that isn't here.
"Better?"
"Better," she says quietly, "thank you." She takes the cup of tea, "for this," glances at the marks on the doorframe again, "for coming."
Lena hopes it is enough to make Kara stop apologizing for doing nothing wrong.
"Always." Kara watches her, blue eyes gentle and soft.
It seems to.
"Look how little you were," Kara murmurs.
Lena's throat tightens. Four short years, four tiny marks in the wood."
"I wish..." Lena begins, but the words fade away.
Kara takes her hand. "I know," she says softly.
"Come here," Kara pushes herself away from the counter, pulling Lena with her, leading them both towards the wall.
Lena turns in her arms as her hands settle on her waist, and Kara pulls a pencil from her pocket.
"You ready?"
Lena nods. Closes her eyes as she hears the scrap of the pencil above her head, focusing on the feeling of Kara's soft kiss against her temple instead.
"All done."
Lena turns in her arms. Five short marks. The weight of all the years between them.
Lena takes the pencil from her and reaches out for Kara's waist. She can feel the way she lets herself be moved, the way she gives under the gentle pressure of her hands.
She lifts up onto her toes, and lets out a small huff of effort as Kara keeps her steady. The pencil marking out one more line.
She settles back down on her feet.
Kara takes a step back, so she's right beside her.
The lines sit off-center from each other, and hers is just a few inches shorter. But it's an odd comfort to see them together all the same.
And for a second, she thinks maybe it was selfish to ask Kara to be a witness to this part of her in such a way. To force this part of her to catch up with the wild landscape outside that has already moved on — moved forward. But then Kara's hand finds its way into hers, fingers threading together, solid and real. She leads them back outside, back through the heath, back through the tall grass, until they reach a small patch of ground that the rain seems to have spared. Kara lays her jacket on the grass, and together, they lay down, disappearing into the wild green sea around them and approaching night above them.
Lena turns her head, strands of dark hair spilling across Kara's chest and the crushed stems beneath them. She lets out a shuddering breath and feels as all the regret and sorrow that drew her back here slips away into the indifference of nature and Kara's love.
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Elder Bones, can we get more info on ShadowClan's territory? They live at a bog, right?
I won't put out too much yet, because I want to make another research guide on wetlands in England the way that my lowland heath document covered what moorland is. That research opened my eyes to how important peat, fire, and management should be to WindClan's culture, and so I'm expecting something similar to happen when I dive into what their bog is.
But I DO know that the bog of the Forest and the bog of the Lake are going to be quite different. That is because the Lake is in active development during the Settlement Era (Po3), where the old Forest bog was downright medieval-ancient.
The Lake bog also has a SPECIFIC NAMED model, unlike the others which take a little from a lot of areas. It's the Black Moss in Delamere Forest-- a developing quaking bog which is an EARTH-SHATTERING success for the Wetland Vision project in the UK. I'm in love with it. I want to learn everything about it and explain why it's so awe-inspiring
(The area is also fucking gorgeous btw, I want to show everyone pictures of how breathtaking it is-- the moss enfolds the ground like a velvet blanket and the water seeps up to meet your step. The trees sprawl above you and cast dappled sunlight on the greenery, as if the sun is painting the definition of beauty before your very eyes. Also theres toads)
Anyway though, some various things about bogs;
Bogs are acidic, a fen is alkaline. I know very little about fens, besides that there's a few of them in the south
Like moor, bogs are so important for carbon capture that the destruction of any wetland makes me feel physically ill
Dead matter is quickly covered by fresh, living things, so the bottom layer is basically in permanent arrested decay
because of that, gas bubbles to the surface on occasion. That's why they're smelly sometimes! It means there's MUCH MORE down there that the bog is saving you from!! You're WELCOME!!!
It's a pretty bad area to be in over winter; everything freezes, falling into the water can become deadly, and a lot of the prey hibernates.
In other seasons, it's bountiful. Insects, amphibians, frogs, birds, fish, and mammals live here, you can get some good eats in a bog. ShadowClan has the most varied diet of the forest four.
A "swamp" is actually a term that refers to forested wetlands. "Marsh" is not covered by trees.
Medicinal leeches are supposed to live in wetlands but with the decline of natural livestock management their populations have crashed :(
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The Game is Afoot!
Photo by Ashni via Unsplash. Edited by edupunkn00b.
Rated: G - WC: 1036 - CW: None
Three weeks after Christmas and Logan is still working on his puzzle from Virgil.
Is it any wonder why?
"The game is afoot!"
“But I thought you said Virgil’s game is a puzzle, Logie!”
“Patton! It’s a—” The Moral Side’s head tilted far to the left, brow knit together in deep confusion. Breathing slowly through his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he nearly missed the quiver at the corner of Patton's mouth. He groaned. “Okay, okay, you got me.”
“So can I play, too?” Patton bounced on the balls of his feet, Watson scarf already tied in a neat knot around his neck.
Logan groaned again. “No, not this time, Patton.”
“Yeah, Popstar, I get to play Watson and Moriarty for this one.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Remus purred from his spot behind the television. “You can help me air fry fish fingers.”
“Um, do fish have fingers?” Patton asked, his perplexed expression genuine this time.
“Doctor Who reference?” Logan asked, eyes darting up from the frayed newspaper in his hands. Christmas had been over two weeks ago and he was still working through the mystery puzzle Virgil had created for him.
The Anxious Side chuckled. “Focus, L…”
“I dunno!” the Creative Side laughed, either not hearing the other two Sides or simply ignoring them, and grabbed Patton’s hand, his new—well, formerly new air fryer tucked under one arm. The thing reeked of a mixture of pickle brine and peat, and its once pristine white plastic casing was charred and cracked on the sides. A neon green mold had begun to grow around the control panel, nearly obscuring a flashing ERR-80085. “Let’s go find out!”
Before Patton could say another word, the two had sunk out to the Imagination.
“And then there were four—err, well,” Logan cleared his throat and returned his attention to the newspaper.
“Yes,” Janus purred from the corner of the couch. “Don’t mind us, we don’t want to play your silly little scavenger hunt—”
“It’s not just a scavenger hunt, Jay! Ugh, why do you—” Virgil cut himself off and adjusted the ties on his hoodie. “Nope, not gonna engage. Not worth it.”
“That’s right, Tall, Dark, and Stormy,” Roman agreed from the staircase. He leapt over the side of the banister with a flourish, the new gold—was that real gold?—trim clinking gently with the impact. “I shall keep the living room safe from any of Janus’ dastardly plans.”
“Oh, no, you caught me drinking wine,” Janus slurred.
“Off you go,” Roman said to Virgil and Logan, pretending not to hear Janus’ mocking. Virgil and Logan exchanged a look. Selective hearing seemed to be a tool in each of the brother’s kits. “I’ve got everything under control here.”
“If you’re sure, Princey,” Virgil began, gaze trained on Janus’ oh-so-innocent expression.
“Wait, Virgil!” Logan grabbed his arm in a remarkable imitation of Remus dragging Patton to the Imagination. He held the newspaper to Virgil’s face. “Does this symbol represent the meter outside?”
Worry shifted into a wicked grin. “Only one way to find out, Detective Holmes.”
“Ha! I knew it!” Logan grinned and ran toward the door, Virgil at his heels.
They flung open the door together and stood on the sunny first step, just as Thomas’ neighbor walked by, well, more like was led by her noisy dog.
“Oh! Good morning, uh, Thomas?” she called as she jogged past, barely managing to slow the pace of her five pound monster of a chihuahua, Craig the Dragon.
“Good morning, Betty!” Logan called quickly, stepping to obscure her view of Virgil’s face. “You’ve met my brother Jake, have you not?”
“Yes, yes, of course…” she agreed, voice fading. She was already three doors down. “Nice to see you, Jake!” Betty called one more time before Craig spotted a lizard in another yard and dashed after it.
“That was close,” Virgil muttered, peering around Logan’s shoulder to watch Betty stamp her foot and shout, Leave it!
“Indeed,” Logan agreed, scanning the newspaper. “Is this the only outdoor clue?”
Virgil nodded, eyes fixed on the race between the lizard and the chihuaha. “Yeah.” The chihuaha won.
“Well, then…” Logan adjusted his deerstalker. “Shall we?”
Another neighbor ran out to help pry the lizard from Craig’s maw and Logan and Virgil used the distraction to swing around to the other side of Thomas’ house. Logan began counting the meters. The final meter in the row showed was lettered LUC.
“Is that meant to be ‘look?’” Logan asked, eyebrow raised.
“What do you want? I was outside and in a rush,” Virgil shrugged, keeping watch around the corner. “L, hurry up, she’s on her way back and I look nothing like Jake.”
Nodding brusquely, Logan examined every inch of the glass casing. Finally, he found a series of tiny scratches. Running his fingers over the markings, he grinned. “Morse code? T-h-e—space—n-e-x-t—space—g-l—Wait—” He rubbed his fingertip over another section. “Ha! You thought you could catch me with pre-1874 Morse code!”
He fell quiet, studying the scratches. “C’mon, L, we gotta get back inside now.”
“Ha!” Logan crowed, triumphantly. He grabbed Virgil’s hand and dashed around the back of the building. “Let’s go through the patio. ‘The next clue is in the kitchen.’”
Virgil was the first to smell smoke. The pair exchanged one last quick look and raced to the door.
Before either could reach it, the patio door slid open with a crash and Patton stumbled out. “They’re moving! The chicken fingers are moving!” he screeched, smacking at his own shoulders. Embers sparked in his hair and on the sleeves of his catigan. A wall of acrid smoke soon followed and they all stepped back.
“Come back, Daddy!” Remus called, his voice and the tromp of boots growing louder. The Creative Side emerged from he smoke, arms full of wriggling—and burnt—breaded somethings. “I think I got ‘em all this time!”
“Remus!” Roman shouted from inside. “They got in my crown!”
“Oops. Almost all of ‘em,” Remus winked and ran back inside. "Keep your pants on, Ro Bro! Believe me—you don't want those little stinkers getting in there!"
The trio shared a moment of confused silence before Janus sauntered out, an uncorked bottle in one hand and a tray of four glasses in the other. “Wine, anyone?”
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For the angst game, "you scare me" for james or jimmy?
tw: mention of sex and violence. Discrimination.
a/n: hoping you'll enjoy my choice, doll!
-It's about time you joined us, Y/N!-
-Linette and I had a bet and, damn, I lost! You are really here, in the flesh! -
-By the way: where is Linette?- you asked, sipping from a straw so as not to ruin your lipstick. Alice gestured to the door with her eyes. - So you're no longer a… woman of the world? In short, do you no longer have fun with the beautiful hunks that fall at your feet? -
-Maybe she wants to try something different.-
-She doesn't get married anymore, anyway. We all know that.-
There were times when you couldn't stand having to share the farmyard with those chicks. You often avoided events like this and eventually met them individually. This time, however, you had decided to participate but you wouldn't go too far with your supposed friends. The more they teased you, the more you smiled plasticly or smoothed the skirt of your black dress with small, lilac flowers. Margareth, or maybe Barb, was about to ask you a question when Linette came out with a stupid expression and a drunken walk. Except that she hadn't yet drunk, therefore, she was altered by very different sensations. You didn't have time to show curiosity when Alice invited you with a mischievous gesture. It was your turn.
Without batting an eyelid, you got up from the chair and greeted the perfect wives with a flirtatious gait and from there, the change of atmosphere was such that you felt like you were in another house. In another city, even. The soft light was streaming as if on a poker game but there was no sign of playing cards. A silhouette soon became clear to your eyes but not lying on the bed as you had anticipated. He had his back to you and he was looking out the window; you had been so cautious that that man with "magical powers" only realized your presence when you let out a light cough. At first he turned quickly - so much so that his honey curls bounced in unison - then he recovered the minimum composure required and put on a languid but strong-willed expression. While his gaze painted you as one does on fences, you observed him carefully and noticed how simple it was for him to bring a summer morning into a rainy afternoon like that. It felt good, you couldn't deny it. Beautiful with an elusive beauty, which you fear will disappear with the end of the warm months. How could his face embody the august sun and, at the same time, bring refreshment? His irises were the color of liqueur peat. The perfect nose, the lips that reminded you of cherry indigestion. The more you studied it, the more a sense of corrosion clung to the walls of your stomach.
-Jimmy Darling, at your service.- he introduced himself -Don't worry, doll. Come closer, don't be afraid… I'm here to make you feel good. Don't you want a taste of summer?- he found you attractive, you could tell from the glittering expression and the way he tilted his head. Easy-going, golden, with a rebellious air… he took a step. And so you did. One, two, three. A breath away from him, you reached for his hands but he kept them in his pockets. They were the highlight, you could swear. -What if I liked winter?- you teased, spelling into his half-open mouth. It gave off a nostalgic fragrance of decidedly ripe fruit and you smelled it thoroughly so that he would give in and show the gifts that the Lord had given him. Eager to touch you, he wasn't such a disciplined prostitute after all. Before going around him, you disheveled him. Soon after, you loosened the hairstyle and used the headband to tie the claws behind his back. Jimmy made a dry, guttural noise, you could hear the satisfaction in the grain of his voice and against the fly of his trousers, once you came face to face with him.
-The ladies present here say that you work miracles.- -Well… - Jimmy held back, putting his jaw forward. - … I'm certainly not a creature of God. - then, you remained silent and stared at him. The breathing that came together with that of Mr. Darling but for probably different reasons. -Indeed. You're not.- Your face had suddenly changed. Now arctic and glowering, it gave Jimmy an idea of what you would do next: without warning, you spit in his eye. He couldn't have mistaken the gesture for something erotic because contempt took hold of your features. -You're just God's waste, Jimmy Darling.- you added in a sharp voice. For his part, Jimmy was an impulsive and proud young man, so he tried to free himself not without difficulty. -What is this, a joke? An… erotic fantasy of yours or something? I don't like it.- It was when he found himself on the verge of tearing off your hair band that you pointed a Swiss army knife at his abdomen. -You don't have to like it. If you're good, I'll pay double.- you motioned for him to kneel in front of the bed, hissing: -Monsssster.- but Jimmy hesitated. He was furious: his cheeks on fire and a vein pumping angrily in the middle of his forehead. Yet, he knew his position in there and so did you. That's why you laughed when you saw him reeling in his anger. -Do you want to bring more money to your mommy? So behave like a good abomination and don't protest. You are just an object. Maybe useful, if I don't look at yourself in your entirety. Anyway, you won't caress me. You won't even touch me. You shook both hands of the Demon and he fused yours. - The Lobster Boy, forced to suppress the constant humiliation, was hitting rock bottom that day. He panted as he stared at the toes of your designer shoes and craved alcohol with all his heart. The gush of bile that rose up his throat was of no consequence. When he slowly looked back at you, you had taken a seat on the mattress. Sitting with your legs apart, you slowly pulled up your wide skirt. Planting a heel in the middle of his forehead you pushed so that the mark remained. In this regard, Jimmy did not shy away and, in fact, pushed himself to the point of injuring himself.
-At least you got a beautiful face so now you'll eat my cunt. And you better do it very well. - the young circus performer groaned in frustration, his teeth creaking from the vice in which they were forced. A few seconds passed before Jimmy felt a dull burning sensation. You had slapped him and he understood that he had to humor you. Moistening his dry lips in vain, he began to bend between your thighs. He pinned you down with his eyes wide open, trembling with fury.
-You scare me.-
-I said: lick. Me.-
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Lastochka - Espionage
Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)
Summary: Your first covert assignment after you return to duty.
Prequel to A quiet moment - Lastochka
Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night,
TRIGGER WARNING: explicit scene. talk of PTSD, non-consensual touching. Smut. Slight Jealous! possessive and Dom! Nikolai.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse
“I said NO.” Nikolai threw the files back into Price and Laswell’s face, not even trying to contain his fury.
“Nik….” Tugging on your husband’s arm, trying to placid him to sit.
Shrugging off your hand and ignoring your plea he stepped closer to the desk, snarking at the two commanders.
“Have you two forgotten what happened last time when she went into the mission ALL BY HERSELF???” he roared. There is no way Nikolai is going to see you, his precious wife going through hell again.
You wrap your arm around yourself, biting your lip. Not a memory you want to revisit .
Slashed. Kept up for days straight, exhaustion. Only a piece of bread and sip of water for you to sustain on for weeks. Darkness of the chamber, contrasting with the bright light shining right into your face, demanding information.
The animalistic look when the soldiers try to tie you up and……
Soap was the first one noticing you stumbling back into the chair, hyperventilating. He dashed forward, steadying you. The unfocused eyes and lack of response when he calls out to you, head rolling back and mumbles incoherent words, he knows you are suffering from another episode. Putting his arm around your shoulder, he whispered words in Scottish, calling out your full name, trying to guide you back into the present. While Gaz and Ghost standing on each side, ready to assist.
Argument stopped as Laswell held her hand up, stopping him from talking, he was about to protest, when she went around the desk with a motherly concern on her face. Nikolai turned around and realised what had happened to you.
“... Remember when Da and Ma were angry with both of us when I let you roll in the peat? Da had to hose both of us down… and your first time making scones but nearly burnt down the kitchen…..” Soap’s gentle and soft tones as he tries to recall childhood stories of both of your mischiefs, luring you out from the unwanted traumatic memory of time in captivity.
Slowly blinking, you slowly came to.The warmth of your brother’s arm around your shoulder, as your eyes came back into focus. Nikolai was kneeling in front of you, his big hand enveloped yours, thumb slowly caressing your hand, grounding you back into reality. Eyes full of worry and guilt. One by one, the muscles of your body relax again as you realise you are not back in that horrible prison. You are safe, and sound. With your team family around you.
The room was quiet, apart from the sound of your brother guiding you to slow down your breathing as he sees you coming out from the flash back, and your still uneven breathing.
“I am sorry.” You choked out after a long while. You feel guilty as the centre of attention, having the team worry about you. The feeling of incompetence, that fear again of getting kicked out of the team again comes careen down the hill.
Tightening the grip of Nikolai’s hand, he notices your distress coming back again. He stood up, guiding you to stand up and pull you into embrace.
“Meeting over.” Nikolai’s curt tone leaves no room for argument.
“Nik.” Price growled. “We need an answer soon as possible.”
“Give us a few minutes.” You interjected with a whisper.. Price’s softened gaze lands on you. Running a hand down his face, he nodded. He cares about you like his own daughter, but he knows the urgency of this mission will require him to get all the final details sorted as soon as possible.
Closing the door as you tow your husband out of the office before he can say anything , two of you walk down the corridor a few metres away from Price’s office, it’s late at night, no one else is around apart from people on night shift and patrol duty.
Stopping around the corner of the corridor and out of everyone’s earshot, Nikolai turned around, voicing his opinion on the matter again.
“I am sorry I shouldn’t have mentioned .. The Incident. “ He apologised, choosing his last few words carefully. “But I am not letting you into danger again. You are NOT going.”
“Nik.” Closing your eyes, trying not to let your mind astray again, “Love. At least let see what they have to say about this mission. And we can decide how we can help out?” You suggested meekly.
A scowling expression appeared on his face. You wonder between Price and Nikolai, these two can have competition to see who has the most variations of unimpressed or displeased expression on their face. You snorted at the thought.
“You are a stubborn one aren’t you. .. Why are you laughing?”
“And you love me for it.” dismissing him lightly, tip toeing up to give him a kiss on the cheek, “Come on. Let’s get back to the office.”
Walking back to the office after the reluctant discussion with Nikolai, everyone was relieved you have decided to rejoin the briefing.
“Shall we?” Laswell gave you and Nikolai a look, asking permission to proceed with the details of the mission. You gave her a nod, allowing her to continue.
Flipping open the folder, Laswell and Price started the briefing. Typical international criminal rings trying to stir up war and have a dab in money laundering and illegal weapon sales. Nothing new, you thought to yourself. Their latest stint was trying to dab into investment into businesses.
Whisky business. To be precise.
That had you and Soap’s full attention.
The MacTavish family had been around the highland area for generations. Started off as humble crofters all the years ago, and by luck, manage to own the piece of land they have farmers on for centuries, trying their luck in the whisky operation ( illegally, you remember your grandpa’s words as he winked at you.). They built their empire from the ground, bit by bit, and now the reputation of the MacTavish whisky is well known in the business circle and around the world for top quality but wide varieties and ranges of drink.
Gaz joked once when you mentioned the family business. He whistled, even though someone like him isn’t totally into whisky, he knew about the reputation of quality of MacTavish whisky. “So you two are posh rich kids? I always thought it was just coincidental that you two share the same surname with the famous whisky company.” You laughed. Even though two of you were sent to the best private school and had anything you could have wanted when young, your Ma and Da made sure you and Johnny knew money is not grown from trees and two of you always had to prove your weights around the farm to earn pocket money.
“We were used as free labourers during school breaks.” you rolled your eyes. “Johnny had to help the crofters cut up the peats and put them out to dry. While I get the other dirty job, look after the farm animals and clean their poops.”
(You did see Price’s eyes glint when you mentioned the cellars you and Johnny used to explore as children. Even Ghost, who is partial towards bourbon, his eyes drifted towards you, as he pretends not to be interested at all in the topic of conversation. You made sure every Christmas you asked your parents to send some vintages for the team as presents).
“I have a feeling this will be about Johnny and me. So what is the catch?’ You sighed as you lean back in the chair, crossing your arms.
"We need someone who is Scottish, obviously,” everyone’s eyes zoomed in on both of you and Soap, “In the Whisky business….”
“Send Soap.” Nikolai frowned and cut in. Price eyed his friend, shaking his head. “ I will send him if our target is interested in male.”
That leaves you.
Pressing your lip together, tapping your foot. Do you really want to do this? Grabbing your dog tag, you pull on the chain. Agitation setting in. There is really no point of sending Johnny in anyway, you thought. He hardly dabbed in your parent’s business, as he joined the military straight out of school, while you hanged around home more than him, during semester breaks, even attended a few business events and meetings here and there when your parents decided there are more hope for you to take over the family business than Johnny. You knew how the distillery runs, how the farm functions. It makes more sense for you to attend the mission.
“Let me see the file.” You extended your hand, as you sigh in resignation. Your eyes open wide with slight shock as you flip through the target info. Leaning back to show the photo of the target to Soap,
“Didn’t you go to school with him? Or was he a few years above you…” The name and the face were vaguely familiar. You search through your brain where exactly you have met him. But you were pretty sure he was at the same boarding school as Johnny.
Soap let out an amused hum, “Oh the Witherington boy? Spoilt brat he was. Always try to boast about his achievement. So now he is in the illegal business aye?” Tapping the photo, “He tried to flirt with you once, at the family day. Da wasn’t impressed.”
Ah. Now you remembered, it still sends chills down your back at the disgust. That boy wasn’t subtle with his advancement, and you nearly punched him if it wasn’t for Da and Johnny trying to pull you back.
“You are still not going.” Nikolai said in a clipped tone.
“And this is why You are going with her.” Laswell replied with a conspired tone.
Both you and Nikolai stared at her, confused.
Taking a deep breath, you look at yourself in the mirror. Hoping you have everything all done up right.
Thistle shaped floral hair accessories, secured and staying in. Make up, seductive but not over the top.Perfect for an evening function. Earrings, necklace, bracelets,all in place.
Laswell’s wife helped you to choose the evening dresses and accessories. Armed with the card Laswell handed over to her,she dragged you out shopping. “No need to worry about the cost. Let’s go all out!! Leave it to me to turn you into a seductress, making sure that husband of yours will fall head over heels for you again.” She smiled at you.
Laswell gave her wife a concerned look, you laughed nervously, promising her you would try your best and make sure the two of you don’t overspend.
She found a perfect dress for you at a high street shop, something elegant, suitable for a cocktail party, but still shows enough skin to seduce the target. A beautiful cabernet colour sweep train dress with a V-neck design at the front, showing a bit of cleavage but leaving enough just for imagination, and thin cross straps around the back holding up the top part of your dress. Split on one side of your dress, stop up to the top of the right thigh, well, that will make escape more easily, you thought, also means it is harder for you to hide anything underneath. Best of all, the dress hugs your figures perfectly. She certainly had good eyes for fashion.
Growing up with Johnny and no other female siblings, you two were labelled the wild children of highland by the neighbours for all the daredevil stuff he dragged you around to participate. You were never good at the so-called “girly stuff”. Everytime there is a special outing it’s always your Ma or your other friends that help you to get dolled up.
You haven’t done this for a while. There was no need for dressing up and playing the part of socialite since you have joined the military. The only piece of jewellery you own nowaday was the simple wedding band you and Nikolai gave to each other when you exchanged the vow in secrecy. You reach automatically around your neck where you usually have the dog tag and the wedding band around, a habit you developed when you are deep in thought or in need of comfort when Nikolai isn’t around with you.
You know you are not bad looking, but you didn’t think you are stunningly beautiful in comparison to your friends.
“Plain looking???” Johnny Scoffed. “Do you know how many boys and girls I had to fend off for you?” You were oblivious to the fact how many people were trying to chase after you until your overprotective brother complained to you once over a glass of whisky.
I CAN DO THIS. You assure yourself. Everyone is here to back you up. It won’t be like last time.
Opening the door of the rented hotel apartment, you stride towards the living area, where everyone was waiting.
Your breath hitched when you saw Nikolai, dressed to the nine with a dark tailored suit, sitting on an armchair, with a glass of whisky in one hand, rolling an unlit cigar in another, deep in thought.
Oh lord have mercy. You thought while feeling that familiar pool of heat in your core. You still don’t know how this charismatic and handsome man is your husband. You recite in your brain the whole Lord’s prayer in your mind three times, trying to dispel your unholy thought (Never expected your religious study at Catholic boarding school was useful until now), Concentrate on the mission Mini, don’t be such a horny teenager. You can have your husband anytime he wouldn’t run away. You chastised yourself.
“And this is why You are going with her.” Laswell replied with a conspired tone.
“ME?” Nikolai wasn’t sure if he heard her right. Pushing the details of the operation towards the front of the desk, both you and Nikolai leaned forward to have a good look.
“Well, this role suits you well.” you smirked. “Russian businessman slash possible mafia boss. Looking for possible new investment to expand his territory.”
Nikolai hummed. Not a bad idea. He has a valid excuse to be by your side.
“And our little spoilt brat will be eager to try and impress you to try to beat whatever offer you,” pointing at Nikolai, “had on the table.”
“Wait, so this isn’t as straight ‘go-in-and-steal-whatever -I-have-to-grab-and-exfil ‘ kind of mission I used to do?” you pointed out.
“No.” Price tipped his chin down, “ It’s more of a lure and capture mission. We are going to try and see what our pretty rich boy knows about this illegal weapon ring.”
Now you feel like a bond lady. This will be an interesting challenge. You cleared your throat, getting everyone’s attention. Heads turned, and Gaz whistled. Nikolai lifted his head up, you saw a flash of surprise,clenching of his jaw, nearly dropping his cigar that he was twirling in his hand. Quickly regaining his composure, he set down his drink on the side table as you walked up to him, swaying your hip slightly.
Extending out your hand, he grasps it lightly as he stands, keeping his eyes on you all the time as he brushes his lip against your knuckle. You can feel his hand warmer than usual, and he is already a furnace, and with his dark and lustful look, you are certain you have successfully turned him on. Side mission completed. You smirked. Now just hoping the main mission will be just as successful.
“You certainly polished up well Mini.” Soap chimed in. You rolled your eyes. Trust your brother to break the moment.
“Well thank you for saying I am not ugly my dear sibling.” Turning to face him as making a face, you feel Nikolai’s hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Final check. We will be stationed just outside the venue until you two give us the go ahead when you lure the target into the designated area. You got the sedative?” holding up your wallet, waving it around a bit indicating to Gaz everything is in there. “Good. All the communication equipment is on Nikolai. Sorry Mini, there is just not enough coverage on you to fit you with an earpiece or microphone discreetly. “ He looks at you apologetically.
You shrugged, “Well, Nik is going to be sticking by my side most of the time anyway. I am not too worried. At least there is a tracker in my wallet.”
“Alright. Let’s roll.”
Nikolai couldn’t take his eyes off you.
When you walked out of the room, he just barely held back a groan that was threatening to escape from his throat.
You look absolutely stunning in your dress. His Goddess. His beautiful Lastochka.
Half of his mind wants to abandon this mission straight away, kick everyone out of the room and devour you right on the spot.
The knowing smirk on your face shows you knew exactly what he is desiring and the deliberate sway of your hip and the stride you made showing most of your skin off your right thigh and leg? Blood was rushing down towards where it shouldn’t be.
For once he was glad for Soap’s distraction. While you and Soap had a little back and forth sibling banter, he pulls you in by the waist. Trying to get you close as possible, to touch you,to breathe in your scent. The beautiful bright citrus smell mixes with jasmine and orange blossom, yet there’s the mysterious calming sweet patchouli and amber scent.
How can a perfume describe your personality so perfectly? Nikolai thought. Bright and passionate , and yet,you can also be so intense and fearless.
He is falling in love with you all over again.
He wasn’t even listening to the last check over Gaz was conducting, all his focus was on you. Until you gave him a little tug, he noticed the team was piling out of the room.
“You alright Nik? Your mind seems to be somewhere else.”
Shaking his head. Carefully not to ruin your make up,he pressed a light kiss on your temple. “Sorry, your beauty distracted me so much I was floating away.”
Ducking your head, face heating up, embarrassed by his compliment. You gave him a little poke for his flirtatious words, “ Well that makes two of us. You look very dapper tonight.”
Pausing for a second, you lean into his chest, speaking in a soft and vulnerable voice, “Thank you for coming with me to the mission.”
Running his hand down your bare shoulder, “I want to be there to protect you, my Ненаглядная ( precious ). I can’t let you plummeting into danger again. I nearly lost you once. Never again I am going to let that happen.” Tightening his grip on your shoulder as he tries not to think what will happen if the mission fails tonight. “Come on, let’s head out. We are going to be late.”
Grabbing the long coat, he draped it over your shoulder, making sure you are all tucked in nicely before putting his own overcoat on. You murmured a word of thanks before looping your arm around his, searching for that bit of comfort to ease your nervousness.
Time to get some work done. Quicker the better. To have you away from the danger, and he can have you all by himself.
Sipping on your champagne while scanning the room, trying to spot the target. So far, no sign of him… yet.
“Any luck?” Nik appeared behind you, enquired in a low voice. His hand slowly glides down the spine, coming to rest at the small of your back, drawing circles. You swear he is doing it deliberately, to see your reaction. This man was here to distract you more than keeping a close eye on you or potential enemy.
You decided to pull a surprise on him.
“Nikolai,if you don’t want me to jump on you right here and now, you better behave and concentrate on the task ahead.” you murmured as you pretend to take another sip of your drink.
He was taken aback. Not by the context or the tone of your voice.
You were talking to him in near-perfect Russian.
You felt his finger halt his movement, before dipping his head down, looking at you with raised brows. You tilt your head up meeting his eyes, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Had too much time on my hands while recovering at my parent’s. So I thought I picked up a new skill.”
“We need to talk about what else you've been hiding from me later on.” Oh, he is definitely getting turned on with the way he is eyeing you, his low voice thick with lust. “Oh my love, I have a lot of hidden talents waiting for you to explore at any time.” You purred.
Before he could reply, both of you heard a boisterous greeting with a heavy Scottish accent from a short distance away.
“Well! Isn’t this Miss MacTavish?? Look at you all grown up!” You and Nikolai parted slightly and before turning around, put on a well schooled smile on your face and greeted the man with an overly cheerful voice.
“Ah, Mr MaCleans, what a pleasant surprise!” you extended your hands and leaned forward to give the older man a light embrace. You half expected to run into some of your parent’s associates and connections, but you are genuinely surprised to see this person here.
“I see you haven’t retired yet?” You asked half jokingly. This man was already quite old when you were growing up, and you remember him as a very energetic man, always travelling around, never seeming to stop for a second.
Letting out a laugh, “I will only retire the day I die! Now, what are you doing here? Where are your Da and Ma? And that daredevil brother of yours?”
You let out a real chuckle, “Ma and Da are on holiday overseas at the moment, that is why they send me in for the event instead. And my brother?” waving your hand around, “off on an adventure, somewhere. He’s always floating around. I am not sure.” Trying to make an excuse. No one really knows you and Soap both joined the military and in the special forces. Your parents always use the excuse of you being sent around studying and Johnny off somewhere travelling like a nomad.
“Your parents did talk about making you take over the family business a long while ago.. Ah, where are my manners and ignoring your companion, so who is this fine young man here.”
You manage to hold back an unladylike snort as Mr Mcleans called your husband a young man. You suppose anyone else is relatively young in comparison to him.
“This is Nikolai…..” “ Oh! Your husband?” Mr MaCleans interjected with a glimmer in his eyes.
Your smile falters slightly but you quickly cover up by a fake giggle. “Oh, no, Mr Belinski is Ma and Da’s .. um, new friend and possible new investors. They ask me to show him around to get more connections.” it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth not being able to call him your husband openly.
Nikolai introduces himself, as the two men engage in conversations about business and serves as a good distraction as you make an excuse to grab more drinks from the bar and to search for the target again.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a younger man approaching.
Bingo.
As you considered your next move, you saw him walking up towards Mr Mcleans. Taking a quick glance at Nikolai, you notice the subtle change of his body language, aware that the target is approaching towards the group.
“There you are, young lad, where have you been? Let me introduce you to my old associate’s daughter and her companion.” Hearing Mr Mcleans' comment, you quickly thanked the bartender as you grabbed your drink, returning to the group.
You feign surprise as the target holds his hand out and introduces himself to you and Nikolai, grasping and feeling your hand a tad bit longer for your liking. You pull your hand back, trying not to show your disgust.
“Benjamin Witherington?”
He raised an eyebrow, confused how you know him.
“You know him?” Mr Macleans asked, curious.
“He went to the same school as John. But I don’t believe they were in the same social circle.” You turned around to face Ben again, putting on your most flirtatious smile as you introduced yourself with your full name.
You can see a sudden recognition in his eyes as he heard your surname.
“MacTavish? Ah, you are Johnny MacTavish’s sister? I remember we met once during the family opening day.”
You are half impressed with his memory, since it has been some years ago when that happened. The day you wanted to punch the hell out of this man for being inappropriate to you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to suppress the anger from the memory.
“Look at you, all grown up and beautiful.” and you are still as slimy and frivolous as ever, you thought.
Letting out a little giggle, pretending to be bashful with the comment, “Well thank you, my mother will be pleased someone finally has something nice to say about my appearances.”
“Well I mean look at you…” Eying you up and down before landing his eyes on your tits, you strategically turned slightly to pick up your drink from the side table, covering yourself and changing the subject. “So, what are you doing here? Seems like you and Mr Macleans came together.”
He puffed, “My father wanted me to attend the function with him and try to gain some business connections and learn some social manners,” he rolled his eyes and puffed, your lip twitched slightly at the new information. Hum, this could prove interesting, there might be bigger fish to catch than him here. The young naive Witherington boy might be a tool for his father, but you doubt he will be all innocent like he is trying to present himself.
You lean forward, fingers on your chin, pretend to be empathise with him,
“Well we are in a similar boat then. Ma and Da are overseas at the moment, so couldn't attend the event.. And Johnny being Johnny, we have no idea where that nomad is, floating around the world with no care so, here I am,” sighing dramatically as you point to Nikolai, who standing on the side, pretend to listen to conversation Mr Macleans and few other gentlemen he had introduced him to, “babysitting duty for one of their new friend.”
Lowering your voice as if you were telling a great secret into his ears, “I heard through the grapevine he is very rich back in Russia though, and possible association to the Russian mob. But that is just rumours.” you lean back. “He did shower me with gifts when he first arrived. So who knows? I might keep him as a sugar daddy.”
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Nikolai’s hand twitching as he heard the last bit of the comment. Have you gone a bit too far?
“Well, let’s forget about these old men, boy, is it a bit hot in here?” you pretend to fan yourself, trying to dissipate the heat.
“Let’s go somewhere with less people“ Ben eagerly offer to escort you out of the main ballroom, “ I think there is rooms down the hallway with a balcony, Maybe we can talk more there.” he tries to loop his arm around your waist, you back away slightly, making excuse you have to let Nikolai know where you are heading to.
Shuffling yourself towards your husband, turning as he immediately notices you approach.
“Mr Belinski, Mr Macleans, sorry to interrupt your gentlemen’s conversation, but Ben and I are going to retreat somewhere with a balcony to get more fresh air.” You look at Nikolai right in the eyes. Target moving, ready to extract
“Ah, balcony. That is a good idea.” he repeated your location, relying onto the team through the concealed microphone. You can see his jaws clenching. This is the part he is worried about. You will have to be out of his sight, alone again.
“We will be back in five minutes!” send in the team through my tracker location in five minutes.
Out of the ballroom as you walk down the corridor, you grab tight onto your clutch wallet, hoping the tracker in there is working correctly. You try to calm yourself down, half listening to some outlandish stories Ben is currently rambling on about, trying to impress you.
Stopping in front of a room, you pushed it open. The room was dark and musty, the only source of illumination was the balcony and street light from outside the window.
As soon as you walk in, you feel Ben grabbing you from behind, trying to force a kiss on you.
“What…?!! Get off me Ben!!!” You try to push him off you, elbowing him.
“You slut!!! I thought you wanted this!!!”
“Oh don’t flatter yourself, you lavvy-heided wankstain.''You sneered. Pulling out your sedation needle from your wallet, you jabbed right into his neck, “I would prefer Nikolai over you ANY DAY. Sweet dreams.” And with that insult thrown at him, he dropped to the ground in an instant, passed out as the drug took effect. You threw the needle onto the ground, as if it burnt you and stumbled back until your leg hit a couch.
A minute later, Nikolai and the team bursted in, ready for a confrontation. They immediately relaxed as they saw the target on the ground, snoring away and you safe and sound.
Nikolai strided towards you, currently collapsed on the couch, looking dazed and out of breath, he immediately gathered up into his arm, murmuring words of assurances.
“I am fine Nik… I just need a minute to catch up on my breath.” you let out a big breath as you lean into his chest.
Soap came up towards the two of you, with a small smile on his face. “Thanks Mini. Couldn’t do it without you.” Giving him a weak smile, you held out your hand to give him a hi-five.
“Now you two love birds go back to the hotel, I’ll get Gaz to drive you two back. Rest of us will clean up the scene and cover the rest.” You peek over Nikolai’s shoulder, seeing Ghost hauling the unresponsive body of Ben over his shoulder without any care, you begin to wonder how strong the drug is to knock him out instantly. It’s probably one of those answers you don’t want to know.
Gaz gave you a wave, indicating he is ready to move. Nikolai helped you to stand, wrapping you up in the overcoat before leading you outside to the van waiting. Passing by Price, you gave him a salute, he returned with a warm smile, happy to know the mission has completed without much harm being done to you.
Now you just have to face your husband. You were certain he would be fussing over you once the two of you are alone.
Or maybe he will treat you with something better… to reward you for the job well done.
Your hands were still shaking from adrenaline as you tried to open the door with your key card. You can feel Nikolai’s body heat radiating off him as he is practically sticking right against your back.
You had told him what happened after you left the ballroom while in the car ride back to the hotel. His hand around your waist tightened, and the hardened look in his eyes says it all. He is angry. And pissed off. Not at you. But at the dirty, filthy, piece of lowlife target that has touched you without your permission.
As soon as the door is closed, he pushes you flat against the wall, nibbling your earlobes as his hand drifts down towards the slit of your dress, sliding this callous hand between your inner thigh.
“Do you know how hard it was for me to watch that Мудакl (asshole) touching you? Tainting my wife.. MY GODDESS with his dirty filthy hand…” he growled as he pushed himself closer to you, feeling his hard and thick arousal on your back. As you arch yourself back towards him, giving him more friction.He grabbed your throat lightly, and caressed the line of your jaw with his thumb. “I couldn’t do a thing. Watching him flirting away with you, ogling at your breasts like a hungry wolf…. “ Grabbing one of your butt cheeks, squeezing it lightly, “ No one, no one else should be touching you but ME. you belong to me.” he hissed. “I will not let any other despicable, wretched low life lay a hand on you ever again.”
“Nik…” you whispered, aching for more. More of his touch. To erase the filth and dirty feeling Ben has left on you. “Please...”
“Shh…” now he moved his hand towards the slit of your core, “I will give you what you want, soon. Be patient, my little bird. Oh?”
Ah he noticed. You bite your lip, waiting for his reaction.
“No underwear? How daring of you.” cupping his hand around your pussy, inserting his middle fingers in, prodding. “So you walked around all night like this, what were you thinking?”
“... I… I was thinking..” Whimpering, trying to get your words out. Gosh your mind is like a muddle right now, all you can think of is how much you want him to move his finger, make you feel good. Your pussy clenches around his finger, wanting to get a bit of relief.
“Louder. I can’t hear you” He commanded as he licked the back of your neck, from the nape of your neck right up to the base of your ear.
“I was thinking how pleased my husband will be when he finds out.” you blurted out, whole body trembling with anticipation.
You can feel his amusing smirk as he planted a kiss on the back of your head.
“Well, he is indeed pleased by it. But what he wasn't pleased about was how a scum had been touching you..ah. It’s not your fault.” his tone changed from slightly harsh to a softer genuine loving tone as he senses you shrinking away slightly. “You did well on the mission. And now, the good girl gets the reward.” he started moving his fingers languidly, his thumb rubbing ever so often circling around the sensitive nub of yours. Rolling your head back onto his shoulder, moving your hip in sync of his movement, silently begging for more.
“Already dripping wet thinking of me, hmmm?”
“Only you. It’s only you..” you moaned.
“MMM… and you are the only one,” As if to emphasise the point, he started grinding his hip into your back as he sped up his ministration, “That can get me this hard. Can you feel that?”
You nodded your head eagerly,
“Good. keep that thought. Because…” moving his hand from your throat, moving down towards your breast, kneading it through the thin fabric of your dress and pitching the nipple. “This is the cock that is going to fuck you until you scream out in pleasure for me, fill you up again and again.”
With that thought, it topped you over the edge. You didn’t even bother suppressing your loud moan as you felt the intensity of the orgasm hit you. Feeling the hot liquid gushing on from your fold and onto his finger. He murmurs words of praise into your ear as he slows down his pumping and lets you ride out the rest of the high.
You feel you are about to collapse after he just drew such an intense orgasm out of you. You tried to grab onto the wall, searching for some friction to hold yourself up right. He pulls away from you slightly, one arm supporting you around your waist, as he undresses with a quick tuck of the strap and unzipping the fastener on the back of the dress, letting it drop on to the floor.
Now you are standing there in front of him,with nothing but all your jewellery and heels still on. facing the wall in such a vulnerable position.
Hearing him undoing his belt and watching him kicking his pants to the side, he moved closer to you, one hand intertwined with yours, the other turning your head, facing him as he leaned down and giving you a deep, passionate yet loving kiss, before slowly pushing himself into you.
No matter how many times the two of you made love, you still can’t get over the delicious sensation of how his large cock stretches your pussy, with each pounding you see stars in front of your eyes.
The room is full of the sound of his low groan and your sobbing and begging, for him to give you another release. Lifting one of your legs up to change the angle, he ordered you to move your hand down towards your swollen bundle of nerves.
“I want to see how you pleasure yourself, my little bird.”
You began to rub your own clit intensely, trying to relieve that need that is bubbling up again, all of sudden he sped up with his pace, hitting right into the sweet spot that made you scream out with pleasure.
“That is … sing out for my lastochka… I love it when you show me how much pleasure my cock is bringing you. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and come for me?”
Your hand falters as the second orgasm hits you,your pussy clenching uncontrollably around his cock. Closing your eyes and letting out a stream of incoherent babble, followed by the sensation of Nikolai’s hot cum filling the inside of you. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, trying to ride out his own orgasm.
You moaned out with frustration with the emptiness that he left you when he pulled out from you, you felt both of your cum dripping down between your legs and the drag of wetness between the crack of your ass as he drew his cock back.
Turning you around, he runs his fingers between the fold of your pussy, and gathers up a bit of the cum.
“What a mess you have made… Now, how would you suggest we clean this up?”
With an innocent smile, you draw his hand up towards your mouth, licking and sucking each of the fingers clean.
“Like this?? “ you batter your eyelashes as you cheekily replied. He let out a laugh and bent down to kiss you, getting a good taste of your and his own cum.
“What a brilliant idea.. Now , why don't we move to somewhere more… comfortable, so I can perform the cleaning procedure, and maybe, “ his eyes dart down, you can see him getting hard again, “you can clean up mine too?”
The two of you didn’t check out of the hotel the next day until the team came pounding down on the door, and silently retreated back out again as they saw all the clothes scattered along the floors of the living room, leading towards the bedroom.
“You love her don’t you?”Nikolai looked at Mr Mcleans with surprise but said nothing.“Ah, don’t look so surprised. I have lived twice as long as you, I know that look. The same look I give my lovely bonnie Linda. Bless her soul in heaven.” he took another sip of whisky.
“ I only agreed to take that bampot bairn because his father Lord Witherington begged me to do so. Now,” Slapping Nikolai’s back,”Go and get her back.”
And People, this is the story of how Anya MacTavish was produced.
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Again, nothing beat's @shkretart's beautiful Nikolai from this post
NIKOLAI IN SUIT . so hot and delicious. I just couldn't get over it!
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In Fortpeat News: Their Next Project?
We have next to nothing to go on right now BUT it would seem like we will be hearing imminently about Fortpeat's next series.
(*CUE DELIRIOUS LEVELS OF UNHINGED EXCITEMENT*)
In a recent live Peat hinted that information on a new project would be coming soon. As of yesterday, MeMindY have also formally announced two new upcoming projects based on MAME's novels. Apparently there's been filming taking place by the sea. Something's a brewin' and it's hard not to indulge in my wildest delusions.
I've certainly been highly anticipating these two acting again. With the recent update, I'll be living constantly and perilously on edge until we get an official announcement to confirm this. Because how 'soon' is SOON exactly? News could drop at any goddamn moment.
Something about this also makes me ever so slightly sad too, because it means finally closing the chapter on these two as Sky and Prapai, and welcoming the start of a new era for them as two different characters.
So start making your wish lists dear friends. What are we hoping to see in this new series? All I desperately pray for is that this isn't a misdirect. PLEASE for the love of god, give us the goodies.
#fortpeat#fort thitipong#peat wasuthorn#babyfeat#is this it?#is this when it happens?#DO NOT edge me MeMindY#i can't really say my sanity ever recovered from LITA to handle a new project or series of theirs but what the hell#i really want to see them act again#TOGETHER (obviously)#if we don't get this i'll lose all faith in humanity
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Wolfstar one shot ♤✯
TW swearing
Ok so I’ve just had this random thought and I just know it would have happened once.
So Sirius is sitting down in transfiguration and Minnie is coming round picking up the homework she set last lesson. Then she just stops in front of James and Sirius and gives him a pointed look as James chuckles lightly handing over his essay while Sirius smirks lightly looking down at his very interesting desk.
Minnie: so mr black I don’t see an essay here or perhaps if i’m sorely mistaken you have ‘accidentally turned your parchment invisible’.
Remus just shaking his head in the background:
Sirius: well Minnie you see…
Peter covering up his snort with a cough:
Sirius pulling out a clump of chewed paper full of ink stains: there was an incident.
Minnie pursing her lips: and a simple reparo didn’t suffice, did it not mr black.
Sirius blatantly ignoring her remark: and you see, a dog was involved.
James bitting on his fist so hard in order to not burst into hysterics:
Minnie: ah a dog I see, what a dark creature indeed, so much so that any charm could never repair such an ingenious written paper..
Sirius quietly responding: exactly! exactly!
Minnie: and where mr black did you inquire such a creature?
Sirius being his dramatic self: well Minnie, it all started after breakfast..
Minnie: get to the point mr black, also no acting is necessary.
Sirius just carrying on anyway: me and prongsie boy were taking a stroll down by the lake to meet with moons and wormtail
Minnie: this is Serious mr black, please I implore you to be professional.
Whole class: Nooooo! You’ll set him off again!
Sirius at the same time: Sirius? But I’m Sirius! Where is this Sirius? I need to have a word with this Sirius seriously! This is identity fraud Sirius and I seriously need to have a word with you..
Lily: Sirius when on earth did you learn about identity fraud?
Sirius: just now lil’s, when someone has just seriously pissed me off by pretending to be Sirius.
Remus: please can someone stop all this fucking madness, I’ll hear about it all fucking night if you don’t.
Minnie: Mr black
Sirius: Well they say we’re all mad moons but I’d say crazy for me instead, always have to stand out, don’t I.
Remus: for the fucking life of me, Sirius please, I want to keep my fucking sanity thanks.
Sirius: wait would I or would I not be more crazy if I was locked in a room of rats?
Remus and Peter letting out a sigh while James looks like he’s living life to the fullest:
Sirius: rats! Ha! Hear that wormy? Rats! Hey great future experiment!
Peter: please, if I had to be stuck in a room to do that I would be insane quicker than any other black could.
Remus ‘deadpans’: imagine having to deal with that shit 24/7 at least you don’t have to share a fucking bed with him.
James: Ha, suck it up moony it wasn’t me who decided to be his boyfriend.
Remus: if only I knew..
Sirius pouting: BUT MOONS!
Remus being unable to hide his small smile: ah alright pads I forgive you
Sirius smiling broadly: now what am I supposed to do about this Sirius?
Minnie: Sirius!
Sirius: which one?
Minnie: Mr Black!
Sirius: wait a second Minnie, did you just call me by my name?
James: oh pads! I’m so proud you’ve done it my beautiful boy you’ve done it!
Remus: Merlin’s mother fucking beard, we’re in for it tonight peat we’ll never hear the end of it!
Peter: nearly seven years, seven, honestly moony I never thought I’d see the day.
Remus: and shit she held on so long as well.
Peter: so close, but we knew they’d get to her in the end.
Remus: and alas they fucking did.
Minnie: JAMES! I do not need your input!
Sirius: prongs we’ve done it! We’ve broken her! I’ve never been so proud!
James: we should get a reward for this. The first to soften Minnie’s heart.
Sirius: a service to the school prongs no doubt!
James: precisely pads precisely!
Remus: Pete we’re fucked truly and utterly fucked!
Peter: careful mate you’re losing your perfect prefect status. I’m surprised Minnie hasn’t picked up on it yet.
Remus: oh fucking hell, how they even believe all this fucking shit prefect fucking perfect mother fucking shit in the fucking first place! What a load of fucking Bullshit!
Peter: ummm let it out let it all out moony!
Remus:oh do this shit Remus, do that Remus, go do the stupid motherfucking prefect fucker control shit! Oh don’t forget to put on that bullshit fucking smile and act all fucking perfect Remus. The younger fucking years need fucking roll models Remus those little shits need someone to look the fuck up to some fucking body. And all for fucking what because I have a fucking book in my mother fucking hand what a load of mother fucking bullshit fucking fucker shit crap.
Peter: let it all out moons let it all out.
Remus: you know all these fucking school fucker books are a load of mother fucking fucker crap. Half of them don’t even have decent shit. You know how fucking many I have had to change the cover for so it looks like I’m doing the mother fucking bullshit work. No i’m reading some actual decent shit which actually have stuff I fucking need to know! But oh no Remus you’re not allowed to fucking know that shit you have to monitor the mother fucking hallways in-fucking-stead!
Peter: I get you I get you it’s all right Rem.
Remus: this is all just fucking crap Pete like how the fuck do they want me to do all this shit. How I’m considered the responsible one of you lot I have no fucking idea, I’m responsible for most of the fucking shit we do unless prongs or pads pulls something
Last minute and land their arse in detention.
Peter: I know Rem it’s a mystery.
Remus: fuck yes it is, fucking shit though honestly.
Peter: I know I know
Remus: you think Minnie has had enough of them yet?
Peter: honestly I’m wondering how the fuck they are still alive at this point, just look at that stare.
Remus: yeah, if looks could kill they would be dead a hundred times over.
Meanwhile:
Minnie: boys you will stop this at once!
Sirius and James pouting:
James: but Minnie we are so proud of you look how far you’ve come.
Sirius wiping away fake tears: so proud!
Minnie: boys I’ve had enough we’ve wasted over half the lesson.
Sirius: but look at what we’ve achieved look how far you’ve grown.
Minnie: I’ve had enough Mr Black there is supposed to be a reason for me talking to you at this precise moment in time.
Sirius clutching his pretend pearls: I’m offended Minnie just when I thought we had come so far!
James: oh cheer up pads our dear Minnie just needs time to work through her previous denial, baby steps.
Sirius quirking an eyebrow at Minnie: prongs your right we just need more time.
James huffing out a laugh: just a bit longer pads we will make her love us yet!
Minnie ‘her pressed lips moving up a bit in the corners’: now boys you had something else to tell me.
Sirius: of prongs look she does live us after all.
James: oh I’m blessed Minnie truly blessed!
Minnie: well Sirius what were you goito say?
Sirius puffing his chest up in joy:so as I was saying me and prongs
James: hello
Sirius: we’re walking by the lake and suddenly a massive black dog jumps out of nowhere and grabes my book!
James pretends to swoon: truly terrifying!
Minnie: sure
Sirius faking sincerity: unfortunately it happened to be my transfiguration book with my work inside.
Minnie: let me guess the dog ate your homework.
Sirius: exactly, see if you look closely you can see bite marks but of course it ate most of my work.
Remus ‘snorts’: obviously, snuffles will eat anything he can get his fucking paws on, a favourite of his seems to be my mother fucking socks!
Peter huffed out a laugh: oh yes the end of the word isn’t it Rem.
Remus: YES! YES IT IS! He ruins everything! My poor socks all nearly ironed and folded and he has the fucking audacity to spoil it!
Peter: a travesty!
Remus: oi ast cau y fuck i fyny!
Peter: what?
Remus: fy sanau ffycin gwael, dwi'n mynnu cyfiawnder!
Peter: ok.. then whatever it is I support you.
Minnie: I am still very much intrigued on how a dog has gotten into the castles grounds as we only allow certain pets, does this one happen to know you.
Sirius: no never seen him before, but I can’t say the same for others maybe there have been strange sightings around here.
Peter whispering to Remus again: well technically he isn’t wrong unless you count a mirror.
Minnie: well actually your suspicions are correct, the headmaster has had many reported sightings of a dog chasing a stag.
The four marauder all looked between each other with a knowing look while moony smirked at the fond memory and Sirius and James stared guiltily at each other:
Remus re-entering the conversation: wow what a peculiar sight professor, I’ve never experienced such a sight before have you.
Minnie: ah Mr lupin, no I haven’t but it is most strange I must admit.
All four marauders hummed faking innocence:
Minnie: well Mr black I have decided to give you an extension till the day after tomorrow, for your mishap. Remus please make sure he completes it and make sure they don’t get into to much trouble.
Remus: of course profesor.
Minnie ‘a small tug at her lips but more than she gave Sirius’: very good Mr lupin if you wish you can come by my office later for tea.
Remus ‘letting out a kind smile’: obviously Minnie, I wouldn’t want to let you down.
With that Minnie turned her back but not before another quirk of her lips towards Remus:
Sirius ‘whining’: oh moons you could get away with bloody murder and she would would just invite you around again for tea and biscuits.
Remus ‘smugly’: not just biscuits pads but chocolate as well quite a few as well.
Sirius: oh you sly little bitch
James finally burst into his fit of hysterics:
Remus: what can I say, it’s just the way I am.
Ok so this originally wasn’t meant to be a one shot and only like 5 lines most but it practically wrote itself in the end so I just went with it. Hoped you enjoyed ☾✮
#marauders#marauder era#james potter#sirius black#peter pettigrew#remus lupin#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#moony#wormtaiil#padfoot#prongs#prongsie#minnie#minerva mcgonagall#lily evans#wolfstar#remus x sirius#james & peter & remus & sirius#remus loves sirius#remus is tired#remus is so done#remus being remus#tw swearing#wolfstar oneshot
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