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A COLLECTION OF ALL GINXVERMOUTH OFFICIAL MOMENTS - PART 1
This post is about all GinxVermouth official moments and info ~
This guide was originally posted on IG and made in collaboration with my friend @/sapphirebartholy_art (IG). Until December 15, you could also find the updated version of this guide posted on my IG profile but now guides are not available anymore.
Therefore, I decided to post this here, so everyone can read it. This post will be updated when new info will come out🍸
Vol. 24, File "A White World"
At the end of the case, Vermouth is in the Porsche along with Gin and Vodka. Gin and Vermouth talk about what has happened and Gin seems sorry for having involved her, an high ranked member, only to help a man like Pisco. This is a brief moment in which Gin shows to hold Vermouth in high esteem.
Vol. 29, File "Invisible Fear"
The quintessential GinxVermouth scene, the one that made this ship canon for the first time and for good. Vermouth asks Gin if he wants to make some Martini tonight.
(Martini is a mix of Gin and Vermouth)
Vol. 34, File "Time to pick the Apple"
In this scene, Vermouth sends an email to Gin and, at the end of it, she writes "XXX" (which stands for three kisses).
Vol. 42, File "Rotten Apple"
At the end of the case, Vermouth is badly injured and finds a shelter in a phone booth. She calls Gin and asks him if he could pick her up.
Eventhough Vermouth didn't inform him about nothing (and believing that he was not aware of what she has been plotting), she still decides to call him.
This shows that Vermouth relies on Gin when she is in a serious situtation. She could have called other lower ranked members but she didn't.
Vol. 48, File "A New Person in Black"
After having discussed about the plan, Vermouth openly asks to stay out of this. As soon as Chianti hears her voice, she gets out of her car and yells at her, blaming Vermouth for the death of Calvados. Gin immediately stops Chianti, hushing her with just few words.
Vol. 49, File "Black Organization vs F.B.I. - 1"
After having discussed about plan B, Vermouth says that she has a bad feeling about this and asks to be killed if something goes wrong. Gin immediately notices her words and plainly asks her if ther is something bothering her.
Eventhough she replies that it is nothing to worry about, Gin observes Vermouth departing, knowing that she lied to him.
Vol. 49, File "Black Organization vs F.B.I. - 2"
Gin has found the bug under Kir's shoe and all the Men in Black go to Kogoro's office in order to kill him. Vermouth doesn't agree with this and she openly says this multiple times. Gin orders Chianti and Korn to kill both Kogoro and Conan but, upon hearing another statement from Vermouth defending the detective, he reacts pointing his gun at her.
Gin asks if there is something between her and Kogoro but she just teases him. Gin decides to put away his gun because he understood that Vermouth was behaving in her usual way. He decides to let it all go and do further researches.
This really seems a jealousy scene, just as Vermouth's one at the beginning of the scene in Vol. 29, where she teases Gin for staring at the singer.
Vol. 49, File "Black Organization vs F.B.I. - 2"
After the their retreat, Vermouth once again intervenes in favour of Kogoro, explaining how things went according to her point of view.
Gin decides to believe her and lets Kogoro live, listening to Vermouth's request.
Vol. 78, File "All Aboard!"
At the beginning of the case, Gin and Vermouth are talking on the phone. Eventhough only to tell him not to interfere, Vermouth informs Gin about her plans.
Gin seems very happy about it and even teases her.
From now on, Vermouth decides to regain his trust little by little (eventually she will stop doing everything on her own by the end of The Scarlet Return and she will openly say it to Bourbon).
Vol. 78, File "Final Destination"
Gin and Vodka are waiting for Vermouth and Bourbon at the last stop in Nagoya. While the two are talking, Vodka reveals that Vermouth has asked him to give her more C4 if there was any spare.
Gin immediately reacts and he is even more concerned when Vodka states that she has provided no explanation for her request.
(End of part 1)
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Dogfish Head Craft Brewery announces the release of Grapefruit & Pomegranate Vodka Crush, and a variety pack exclusive Pineapple & Orange Rum Crush.
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Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies
(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)
hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference
Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)
Rami Malek-
Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰
I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love
He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh
Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you
Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back
You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him
Being with Rami, you were a changed person
Your fashion game went UPPPP
Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT
”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.”
Yes, Rami bought you the shirt
You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl
He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)
SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺
This man is omfg i loveee him❣️
Little sneak kisses to your forehead
Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH
He would take you shopping at the best stores
“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store
Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best
What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship
When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)
In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process
Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with
And i’m totally not crying as I write this
Both of you were in dark places when you first met
Rami showed how much he truly cared about you
If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support
Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems
Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!
”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ”What do you mean?”
You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him
What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship
The sex between you to was AMAZING
it was VERY intimate
It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said
Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits
It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed
Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎
I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY
Gwilym Lee-
my love for this man? ENDLESS
Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN
anyways to the pLOT
Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive
The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES
He’s such a gentlemen
Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship
Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”
Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location
”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx”
“Treat yourself! 😘xxx”
Like mister I-😳😳
Gwilym is literally such a sweet person
Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions
”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”
”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”
”Teach my your ways!”
Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares
Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”
Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”
He’s such a king we LOVE HIM
Spontaneous trips to France and Italy
Gwilym and you grow super close
Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings
He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations
He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books
”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”
”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”
You wanna be annoyed but can’t
i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY
The two of you would lie in bed together
You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent
As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance
”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”
You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours
I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶
Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨
He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉
He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”
Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES
”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)
Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)
And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽
He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”
hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby
Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man
He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓
Joe Mazzello-
This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌
Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy
He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else
The two of you were inseparable
After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream
After the first date you started calling him Joey
Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs
The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka
With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa
Mr.Mazello has range😌✨
This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames
”Yes my little lover muffin!”
”What is it cutie patootie?”
”You look amazing buttercup!”
“What’s up, hot stuff?”
In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment
You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe
My love for his man is infinite
Joe is super clingy
Hand holding and lots of PDA
He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓
he will always send texts like
”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”
”can you grab milk from the store pls??”
”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”
”Joe, it’s been a day.”
He has so many photos of you in his camera roll
You are his lockscreen😔💓
The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat
Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”
It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable
A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE
All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’
It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?
I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you
The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire
Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like
Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk
Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘
Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨
Ben Hardy-
When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated
But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️
On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug
“Y/n, right?”
“That’s me!”
“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”
You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much
You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨
Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London
Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it
Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want
Hotel? Trivago
The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother
You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight
You laughed and talked about thousands of things
In confusion, you had to see Ben again
As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,
”I’d like to do that again.”
”Call me when you want, y/n.”
So your “dates” became more frequent
Ben had the best ideas for dates
Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television
He made sure to spoil you
With gifts, literally and figurreitly
Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt
But it was not the only thing in your relationship
And it was!! Amazing!!
”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳
Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart
Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end
He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything
and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN
No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you
He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh
You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together
It would always end with a cuddle session
Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!
You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌
LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY
#rami malek#joe mazzello#gwilym lee#ben hardy#rami malek x reader#joe mazzello x reader#gwilym lee x reader#ben hardy x reader#my writing#queen#borhap boys#headcanons
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Lonely Heart - C.H.
A/N: Hey there, tonight/today I’m bringing you a somewhat soft, not really angsty fic, where she’s upset and Calum comforts her and it’s friends to lovers! It’s kind of a follow up to Thin White Lies but can be read without it with no hindrance to your experience! As always, let me know what you think and feel free to request things! Love you the mostest. xxx
Genre: angst / fluff / smut
Type: blurb / imagine / series
Warning: drinking, sad boi hours, brief mentions of weed, talk of abuse, friends to lovers!
Word Count: 3.7k
Taglist: @gigglyirwin @loveroflrh @ammwritings @calumscalm @dukehoods @toofadedtofight @babylon-corgis
The bass thudded against her chest like a sledgehammer. Her skin sticky and damp, sweat and moisture in the air clinging to the moisturiser she smeared on her skin earlier in the night. She could smell the scent of cigarettes, booze and perspiration. When she would stumble through crowds, she recognised a mix of female perfumes and overpowering men’s deodorants. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth after several joints and one too many jello shots. Her legs shook in her heels, the muscles in her legs unable to keep up with how long she had been wearing them. One hand spent most of the night on her hip, occasionally tugging down the hem of her tight dress to cover her ass that threatened to poke out the bottom. The other held a drink. And honestly, she spent the whole night nursing drink after drink.
Calum watched from a distance, noticing the way her movements became lethargic and she stayed relatively quiet amongst their group of friends. She was the life of the party most nights, screaming lyrics at the top of her lungs and encouraging shot after shot, never quitting until she couldn’t put one foot in front of the other and Ashton had to help her into whatever guest-room in the boy’s house she could find. Most of the time, Calum was right there with her, poking at Ashton’s cheek and slurring declarations of love for one of his best friends. But, from the first shot during prinks, he could tell this was a night that he needed to look out for her. He noticed her unwavering facial expression during tequila shots - the shots she both loved and hated.
When her favourite song came on, their song, she didn’t move. She didn’t circle to the middle of the club, dragging one of the girlfriends with her to scream at the top of their lungs. And he hated seeing her like that. Instead, she wandered to the bar to order another slew of shots she didn’t need but wanted. When she was a sad drunk, she was more functional. She was in her head, fully, able to concentrate on what was happening inside of her, allowing herself to have more control over what she exuded.
Calum excused himself from Ashton’s sober rant about politics and Luke’s incoherent giggles after one too many tequila shots himself. He pushed through the crowd of faces he somewhat recognised, but didn’t look long enough to put a name to. She usually hated Hollywood clubs, feeling like an outsider being brought into a world she didn’t one hundred per cent understand, but when the guys suggested it tonight, she had no objections. Signal number two.
When he saw her at the bar doing a line of shots by herself, signal number three.
“Whatcha doin’ there, honey?” He asks gently, watching as she knocks back a fifth and last tequila shot. She looks over at him without grabbing the lime the bartender had left for her,
“Hopin’ to blackout,” she states bluntly, her facial expression completely blank. If it were any other night, Calum would’ve busted out into a fit of giggles, gripping the bar to steady his tipsy head as he lost it. But, he can hear the honesty underneath her words. It wasn’t a joke tonight.
“You wanna talk about it?” Calum presses, eyebrows furrowing together as he looks down at her stature.
“Do I look ‘ike I wanna talk about it?” She deadpans, pulling her card out of her phone case to pay. Calum sticks his arm out, stopping her and nodding at the bartender to put it on the boys’ tab.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she comments, grabbing her vodka and orange juice and heading back towards their group of friends. He follows behind her, placing a hand on her lower back, guiding her and letting her know he’s right behind her,
“And neither did you,” Calum points out as they push through the mass of sticky skin and wandering eyes. Her head swivels on her shoulders, lethargically, giving him a look before turning around. He could tell by the way she was walking the tequila shots hadn’t quite entered her blood stream yet. If it was quiet enough, he could probably hear the rumbling in her stomach of the alcohol disturbing the peace, but the music was too overbearing and their song was over.
He finds their friends at a reserved booth, several standing and several sitting, mingling and drinking, singing and laughing. He steps in front of her to press Luke further into the booth. He nudges his head to the side, signalling for him to scoot. He rolls his eyes playfully but does, yet Calum isn’t in the mood to joke around. Not when she’s so clearly in a bad headspace. He turns to her, patting the empty spot on his left. He can see her chest inhale deeply and exhale, the fishnet top underneath the spaghetti strap dress stretching with her movements. He assumes the exhale was a sigh as she sits down next to him, placing her drink on the table. He places his arm around the back of the booth, leaning in to hear her.
“What’s going on with you?” He asks. It isn’t accusatory or angry, simply a question about what was swimming around her head besides the alcohol. Her eyes are fuzzy when she looks up at him, glazed over and spaced out, her mind far away from the club they were in right now. She shrugs in response.
Calum bites his lip and looks around at their group of friends, all too preoccupied and intoxicated to notice if they were to slip out and he was to take her home and put her to bed. Ashton locks eyes with Calum. He quirks his head in question,
“I’m gonna take her home,” Calum mouths, sparing a glance at the woman to his left. She had zoned out again, gently running her thumb up and down the condensation that was forming on her plastic cup. He looks back at Ashton who nods, giving him a tight-lipped smile and mouthing, ‘Good luck’.
“C’mon, honey, I’m gonna take you home,” Calum sighs out, nudging her the way he had nudged Luke earlier. She looks up at him, frowning slightly, but following his instructions. She stumbles slightly when she climbs out of the seat, her heels wobbling. Calum is quick to stand up with her, grabbing at her waist and holding her steady. She doesn’t turn around to thank him.
He shrugs his leather jacket off as he wanders through the crowd with her, always having one hand on her as she navigates her way to the exit. When they push through the doors and up the stairs from the underground club, the cool breeze of the night brushes past her bare legs and he notices the way she shivers. He drapes the jacket over her shoulders without being asked. This time, she turns around with a small smile, eyes still far away as her mind wanders to the far corners of the earth.
She tucks her arms through the sleeves of the jacket, allowing the heaviness of the leather to weigh down her shoulders instead of it being her thoughts. Calum steps in front of her, crouching down and holding out his arms, signalling her to climb onto his back. She sighs, knowing not to argue with him, and climbs on. It takes a moment, her motor functions delayed and slurred as she tries to coordinate her limbs to cling onto him. When he has a grip on her thighs, he hoists her further up on his back and begins walking down the sidewalk to the taxi bay. In the silence of the night, Calum looks at the palm trees planted in the sidewalk and the smell of the ocean only two blocks away. He doesn’t press her any further as she rests her cheek against his shoulder.
“He messaged me tonigh’,” she finally slurs and letting out a hiccup, eyelashes fluttering shut, brushing the skin of Calum’s neck. His grip on her thighs gets tighter, but she’s too intoxicated to notice, “Tol’ me he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me and all that,” hiccup, “jazz.”
Calum’s silent, searching for the right words. He doesn’t want to upset her, just like the night she had called him over to get stoned with her, but he knows he has to say something.
He waits until they’re at the taxi bay, feeling her start to drift off on his shoulder,
“C’mon, sweet pea,” the nickname is new, “We gotta get in the taxi.” She nods against his shirt before he crouches again, allowing her to slide down his back. He keeps his hands on her thighs until he knows she’s sturdy and won’t stumble in her heels. He grabs her hand, not interlacing their fingers as a couple would, but to simply hold onto her as he searches for an empty taxi. One of the taxi men rolls down the window to him,
“Where to?” He asks and Calum rattles off his address. He didn’t want her home alone tonight. The taxi driver nods and unlocks the doors. Calum opens the back door for her, letting her crawl into the taxi. He follows, noticing the way her limbs are moving incredibly slowly and her head lulls from side to side.
When she’s in the taxi and comfortable, Calum follows her movements and joins her, shutting the door behind him. The taxi takes off and Calum turns to look at her. Her shoulders are slouched, covered in his leather jacket, swallowed whole by the material. Her hair is a little frizzy, the humidity of Los Angeles air aggravating her curls, head against the headrest.
“Can I tell you something?” Calum asks, mirroring her body language, pressing his head to the headrest and looking at her eyes, tinted pink and completely glassy, almost as if she’s going to cry, but he knows it’s just the alcohol. It always is.
“Mhm, go ‘head,” she slurs, her eyes still focused on his as he takes a deep breath and collects his thoughts,
“You’re prolonging the inevitable, not blocking him. Unless you plan on always having him in your life.” Calum reaches out to push a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to decipher the look in her eyes. They say defeated.
“I guess I never looked at it ‘ike tha’,” she mutters, her syllables jumbled together as her tongue gets the way of her words.
“Hit the block button and never look back. Knowing that he can’t hit you up at random, convenient times will bring you a certain peace, I promise you,” Calum’s voice is soft, soothing as she looks up at him like he’s preaching wisdom from the gods above. He gives her a sad smile,
“And remember,” he sighs, getting ready to say the last part, “It’s all convenience. Does he really care about you? Nope, probably not. Don’t let anyone, not just him, use you like that.” He watches as her gaze casts to his button-down shirt, afraid to look him in the eye.
“Hey,” he says, using his thumb and forefinger to get her to look him in the eye, “You know this doesn’t mean anything negative about you, right?” She shrugs, “I haven’t gone through exactly what you have, but I’ve known people who have been abused before. I’ve seen the trauma and I know how easy they can reel you back in and I promise you, it’s not your fault. What happens to him doesn’t matter anymore and do you know why?” She shakes her head, “He treated you like shit and he still does. He’s clearly still a manipulative asshole and he does not deserve to have you in his life.” Calum’s eyebrows furrow as he gives her a sympathetic look. She nods slowly, looking up at him,
“Than’ you, Cal,” she scoots over to him, her heels clacking against the middle console as she gets comfortable, tucking herself into his chest. His heart lurches at her movements, but he wraps his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer,
“Do not bless him with your presence if it causes you any negativity. You deserve so much better than that.” He can feel her lips stretch into a small smile against his chest before she nods. He thinks about the makeup that will be smeared against the black t-shirt, but he doesn’t care. He looks down at her, running one hand through her hair, gently unknotting small sections. She’s cloaked in his leather jacket, face pressed against his chest and he can’t help but feel like she’s his girl. But she’s not. Maybe he’ll ask her, in the morning, after she’s blocked him and ready to move on. Not tonight.
The taxi driver pulls up to his address. Calum thanks him and pays the fare, making sure to leave him a generous tip. Calum opens the door for both of them, getting out first and helping her climb out of the vehicle. She stumbles, which he anticipates, but helps steady her by resting his hands on her waist. She looks up at him with a small smile. Once the taxi is gone, he turns around, like he had done at the club and offers her a piggyback ride. He hears a small giggle, one that brings the widest smile to his face, deprived of hearing the melody all night.
He feels her teeter before jumping onto his back, letting out a small ‘oof’ at the impact. He grabs her thighs, hoisting her up further and walking up his driveway. She curls her arms around his neck, the sound of the leather squeaking against his ear. He drops a peck to her hand that rests at his chest,
“Than’ you, Cal, ser’ously,” she mumbles, dropping her head to his shoulder again.
“Of course, sweet pea,” he responds, approaching his front door. He lets go of one of her thighs, holding her up with the other, and fumbling for the keys in his front pocket. He unlocks the front door and enters the house, closing the door behind him and turning on the hall light. She moves to get down, but he clutches her thigh again, hoisting her up again and heading up the stairs and to his bedroom. She settles into his movements, fully pressing her front to his back. He can feel the way her chest moves with each breath she takes and the faint beat of her heart.
The thought alone makes him smile as he pushes open his bedroom door, kicking his boots off and sliding his socks against the carpet, hearing her own heels clatter to the floor beneath them. He brings her into the ensuite, turning and setting her on the countertop. He turns around and is met with her hazy eyes and lazy smile.
“Hi there,” she slurs, resting her back against the mirror. He chuckles and fumbles for the makeup wipes he keeps in one of the drawers in his bathroom. He grabs one from the package,
“Take off your lashes,” he instructs her. She giggles, her mood a complete switch since their conversation in the taxi. She uses her acrylic nails to peel the falsies off and Calum has to keep himself from wincing at the sight. She places them on the counter top and Calum mentally makes a note which is the left and which is the right. He uses his hands to part her thighs, stepping in between them and beginning to wipe the makeup off her face. She giggles again. Her hands fumble for the thick chain hanging around his neck,
“You’re too goo’ for me, Cal,” she says, believing her words are true. He shakes his head,
“You’re too good for me, honey,” he comments, “You’re the kindest soul I’ve ever met, me included,” he jokes. She quirks a smile, her mood fluctuating as the alcohol pumps through her system in varying degrees, “But what I said is the truth. It’s not hard to tell you the truth.”
“I know,” she sighs, her words still slurring, if not more than earlier, “I just... I have feelin’s for you and every time I feel it in my chest tha’ I’m ready, he comes in and starts fuckin’ with my head,” she explains. Calum’s breath catches in his throat at her drunken admission, heart speeding up to what feels like a thousand beats per minute. He bites at his bottom lip, trying to control the way his body reacts to those five words, ‘I have feelings for you’. She’s drunk, he thinks, she doesn’t mean it.
“Honey-”
“I know, I know,” she chastises herself, “I’m drunk. Well, way pas’ drunk, sloshed, but hey, it’s trueee,” she shrugs as if she hadn’t just made his heart soar. He keeps his smile at bay,
“We’ll talk about it in the morning, if you remember,” he comments and she rolls her eyes. He presses his fingertips to her eyelids, signalling to shut them. She does and he takes a new wipe, removing the eyeshadow.
“Oh, I’ll ‘member,” she says, “Par’ of the reason I was so upset by him tonight,” she hiccups, “was because I had the revelation tha’ I really fuckin’ like you last night when you and I were watchin’ Brooklyn Nine-Nine,” hiccup, “an’ you began mouthin’ the words,” she rambles, her syllables a jumbled mess, but Calum can make them out, “Because,” she hiccups again, “You ha’ been watchin’ it by yourself. An’ tha’ made me so happy.”
Calum gives her a small smile, finishing removing her makeup.
“C’mere,” he pulls her thighs towards him so he can put an arm underneath her knees. He lifts her up, cradling her to his chest and carrying her into his bed. She’s still in her dress, “Can you get changed yourself?”
She nods lethargically, eyes fluttering open and shut. He walks into his closet, taking a deep breath and pushing his thoughts and feelings to the back of his mind, to be dealt with when she’s not drunk and asleep. He grabs her favourite shirt, ‘Did you get the sensation today?’ and a pair of biking shorts she had left at his. When he emerges from the closet, he hears her whispering a song to herself, humming the melody when there were no words to be sung,
“If you leave me in the mornin', I'll have such a— Such a lonely heart, oh woah,” her head nods from side to side, flopping back onto the bed, “If you can't find another reason to stay, Then I know I'm gonna always have a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely Heart,” she sings to herself, her volume increasing. She pauses, counting the amounts of ‘lonely’ and singing them again to make sure she had it right before Calum approaches the bed and sits next to her,
“These are for you,” he reaches out and runs his hand along her hair.
“Hm, than’ youuu,” she starts to tug down her dress without thought. Calum looks away, a blush rising on his cheeks before he gets up,
“I’ll go get you water,” when he returns, she’s curled up under the covers, on her side and facing the door, eyes drooping as she waits for him. He hands her the glass of water. She drinks it in one go,
“I’mma fuckin’ pro at ‘his,” she smiles to herself and Calum can’t help but shake his head, a small smile lingering on his lips, too.
“I know, sweet pea. Now, go to sleep,” he strokes her hair again and she shakes her head, “No’ until you’re wit’ me.”
“I was going to get you more water,” he puts the glass on the bedside table, walking around to his side of the bed and stripping down. She slowly turns around to face him, watching as his fingers unbutton his shirt, popping out of it’s place. She soaks the tan skin that’s being exposed to her. He shrugs off the shirt and begins to undo his belt and she has to keep herself in check. She’s seen him strip so many times before, drunk and sober, but there’s something in the air that lingers now. Her confession. And his lack of response.
“Do you have feelin’s for me, too?” She asks, eyes looking up at his face. He freezes. He swears she can hear the way his breath hitches in his throat and his eyes widen slightly. He catches himself, clearing his throat and continuing to undress for bed.
“We can talk about it in the morning,” Calum compromises, not wanting the first time he actually says he has feelings for her and not skirting around it to be when she’s drunk.
She shakes her head, “I won’ be able to sleep if I don’ know.”
He sighs, crawling into bed with her and grabbing her waist. He pulls her flush against his chest, pressing his hand into her lower back. He looks down at her, with a small smile,
“Yes, sweet pea, I have feelings for you, too,” he kisses her forehead and her face lights up in both drunken happiness and the happiness that strikes her heart like a gong.
“Hm,” she huffs out, “Good.”
Calum bites at his lip, “Go to sleep, sweet pea.”
He doesn’t get a response except for her breathing beginning to turn heavy.
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Hello! uh is it alright if I requested a lil something something?? um! The reader coming home really really drunk after a girls night out and they basically can’t function properly, so Dewey helps take off makeup and clothes and what not and getting them ready for bed??? If you don’t want to write it or is overwhelmed by asks, I completely understand dude, no pressure I just really love your writing a lot xxx
this was one of my favourite requests oh my gosh...
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Thank you for this lovely request and for your beautiful words💜 I wasn’t loving this one until I wrote the ending and it pulled it all together hehe and now I love it and i hope you do to @large-unit 💜💜
As always, @thewolfisapartofmysoul always amazes me with her beautiful aesthetics, thank u so much for this one my angel💜
As usual, Friday nights out with the girls had been messy. This Friday had been messier than normal, and you knew your limits, but tonight you well and truly exceeded them. Normally you attempted to try and stick to one drink, be it wine or vodka, or rum, but tonight you thought you were clever and decided to mix everything. “Rookie mistake” you could practically hear Dewey’s condescending voice.
You tried to be as quiet as possible when you opened the door to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Dewey Finn. Your sweet sweet Dewey Finn. In your drunken state you were mumbling to yourself “shh-hh, gotta be quiet shhh”. But your actions rejected these mutterings.
The door seemed to be louder than ever as you closed it, your hand bag hitting the tiled floor with a bang. “shhhh” you told it, holding your finger up to your mouth looking down at the door, then the bag.
Your mind was in a frenzy, with the world spinning faster than normal, your legs giving way as you slumped against the door.
“baby, is that you?” Dewey called from the living room, a little concerned. Dewey would never sleep until you were home when you went out. He was too worried about you and kept his phone next to him all night in case his girl needed him.
He wandered out into the kitchen to see if it was you. “babe?” he turned the corner and seen you sitting on the floor, leaning against he door. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your punch-drunk and dazed being.
“shh-hh, Dewey’s slee-ping” you shushed him, your eyes closed and head against he door.
“well, someone’s had too much to drink.. again…” he plodded over to you snickering, plopping himself on the floor in front of your feet.
Dewey began to unlace your doc martens, but you pulled back before he could. “hey! I-I have a-a boyfriend” you slurred, pointing your finger, warning him.
“no shit” Dewey snorted, a smile brushed his lips as he grabbed your foot and held it tighter, managing to undo your laces.
You peeled open your eyes and frantically moved your sweaty hair out of your face, lighting up when you notice Dewey sitting in front of you, fighting with your boots. A smile quickly spread across your face as you flung your arms out “baaaa-aaabe! You’re here!” you bellowed, excited to see your boyfriend and his cute messy, tired face and hair.
“yeah I most certainly am.. now how did you get home this time my angel?” Dewey’s protective boyfriend side always came out when you stumbled through the door yourself, worried you had been left to walk home alone.
You twisted your mouth to the side, looking up for inspiration, confused. Everything was a bit fuzzy. Well, really fuzzy.
“uuuuuuh…..” you tried your best to remember.
Dewey pulled your first boot off and quickly got to work on the second. He sat with his legs open, at either side of your leg and pulled your foot towards him a little, making you slide along the floor, and down the door a bit. He briefly looked up at you trying to remember and smirked, before looking back down at your triple noted laces.
“was it maybe.. a car… maybe with Stacey… and Aimee?” he quizzed, eager to find out to settle his mind.
You knitted your eyebrows for a second before slightly remembering singing Galway Girl on the ride home with your friends. “oh! Yesyesyesyeys we were sing-ing uhhh Galloway Guy or something…”
Dewey nodded his head knowingly, “so it was Jason that picked you up... that’s fine.” Jason was Aimee’s boyfriend, and the one that normally picked you guys up on Fridays. It tended to alternate between Jason and Dewey.
After pulling off your second boot and tossing them to the side, Dewey pulled himself up, shaking his head and sniggering at the state you were in. Your hair was everywhere, one of your eyelashes was pretty much hanging off, not to mention the slight smudge of your lip gloss. His eyes wandered down and noticed the stain that tainted your red body suit. You had pretty much spilled an entire VBL down yourself and almost had a fight with the guy who knocked you and made you spill it.
He stood over you and grabbed your hands to pull you up.
“C’mon you..” he tried to pull but you resisted and slid further down the door. “nooooo” you whined, throwing your head back. Dewey rolled his eyes playfully, sighing at you. He pulled your arms up, but you went limp and let your head flop backwards. “leave me he-re I’m too tiiirreeed” you moaned.
“y/n, come on… you’re gonna hurt yourself!”. You pulled against him in protest “just leave me heeeerre”.
Eventually Dewey just picked you up, ignoring your drunken protests, and carried you to your bedroom, sitting you on the edge of the bed. He pointed his finger at you as you swayed a little, eyes half-lidded, smiling up at him.
“stay” he warned, smirking at you. He was trying not to laugh too much, because he knew that if he laughed and provoked you then he would have no hope in hell at settling you down for sleep.
You pointed your finger back at him, narrowing your eyes, still slightly swaying. “or what?”. You smirked.
Dewey turned around and searched for the baby wipes in the dimly lit bedroom. “you don’t… wanna find out…” he joked.
Dewey came and sat on the bed next to you, his hands finding your face and turning it to look at him softly. He smiled at your features. Your tired eyes and slumped form. He wouldn’t change any of this for the world.
“look at that face…” he squeezed your cheeks lightly, making you giggle. “I can tell you who won’t be laughing in the morning…” he raised one of his eyebrows, suppressing a laugh, knowing how moody you were gonna be in a matter of hours.
You continued to look at him in awe, he was the most beautiful man in the world to you. His sleepy eyes, and flushed face making you fall in love all over again. Dewey looked into your sparkling eyes and blushed a little at the way you looked at him. He kissed you quickly on your lips before taking a make up wipe out of the pack.
“first things first… lets get these contraptions off your beautiful face…” he gently took off your fake eyelashes one by one, setting them on your nightstand, knowing you would wear them again. He was so thoughtful, how did you get so lucky?
“mmmm I love you…” you hummed, leaning into kiss him, but you just fell against him instead. Dewey grinned, and shook his head, “ohhhh I can’t wait to see you in the morning”. “you- you’re just so beautiful” you continued humming into his chest. “and so cosy.. and you smell like cinnamon…” you trailed off as you started to slip into sleep.
Dewey put his hands under your arms and lifted you up. “make up and pyjamas and then you can sleep my darling”. You simply hummed in response, your eyes closed, slowly drifting.
Dewey ran the baby wipe across your face a few times, getting off as much as he could before he stood you up and started to get you undressed. All he could smell was whatever you had been drinking. H couldn’t quite put his finger on what the aroma was. “y/n what the hell were you drinking?” he muttered, unbuttoning your skirt.
“mmm lil bit of everything darling” you nonchalantly replied.
Dewey raised his eyebrows, his mouth moving to a shocked pose and looked up at you; he was crouching down, attempting to unbutton your body suit.
“uh, oh.. rookie mistake” he smirked. You simply rolled your eyes.
“im fi-“ you brought your hand up to your mouth, vomit threatening to spill. Dewey flinched a little. “if you’re gonna be sick you gotta tell me.”
You breathed in through your nose deeply and swallowed. “I’m- I’m fine.”
Finally he unbuttoned your body suit and started to lift it above your head. He had seen you like this too many times, nothing phased him anymore.
“Dewey Finn… don’t ya think you should take me to dinner first?” you flirted a little.
“oh ha ha, I’ve never heard that one before… only every freaking Friday night” he snorted.
As usual, Dewey already had your pyjamas sitting on your bed, waiting for you coming home, and he’d set up some pain killers and water on the bed side table just before you got home.
Eventually, he managed to get you pyjamas on and he had grabbed a bobble to tie your hair up. As he was softly pulling your hair into a low pony tail you sighed.. on the verge of tears.
“why am I such a mess” you sobbed a little.
Dewey shook his head and smiled, you always got like this at the end of the night; a little bit weepy and feeling sorry for yourself. You were fine really, just drunk.
“you’re not a mess baby.. you’re… a spicy disaster” he chuckled to himself. As he pulled back the bed sheets for you. You sobbed harder “why are you so mean to me”.
You got into bed, stepping over the bucket placed at your feet in case you woke up needing to puke.
Dewey continued to laugh under his breath, smirking. “I’m sorry my love…” he turned off the side light and climbed into bed next to you.
“I’m sorry, I’ll take you to McDonald’s tomorrow for chicken nuggets to make up for it… deal?” he scooted over to you, pulling you into him.
“mmm deal… I love chicken nuggets…” you managed before you drifted off to sleep in his arms.
“yeah I know you do..” he wiped the stray hairs from your face as he kissed your forehead.
“and I love you.. my spicy little chicken nugget”.
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Schooled (Bucky Barnes)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC
Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.
Warnings: fluff, angst, tw: mentions of illness
Words: 1900
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part and please let me know what you think, I love you all very much! xxx
Part Six - Peter Pan and Captain Hook
Paper bags were all bundled up into Bucky’s arms and he suddenly felt angry at himself for declining Steve and Sam’s help. Halloween had always been Harry’s favourite time of year and Bucky wasn’t able to throw him an extravagant party and it killed him. As a result he asked the nurses and doctors – who had only been too happy to help him – if he could throw a small gathering in Harry’s hospital room. There weren’t very many guests who were going to attend the party, there was only going to be Bucky, Steve, Peggy, Sam, Bucky’s mom and his sister. But really, they were all the people that the party needed.
A plastic bottle of grape soda fell out of one of the paper bags as Bucky got to his car. He swore under his breath as he kicked a wheel of his car and opened the trunk. There was a giggle as the bottle of soda was picked up off of the sidewalk. Bucky frowned as he saw that it was Ava.
“Hey, Mr Moody. Why do you seem to have bought the entire stock of the grocery store?” she giggled at him, beaming all the while.
Bucky looked at her warily, he was starting to get whiplash from her constant mood changes, “I’m throwing Harry a party in his hospital room tonight. Halloween is his favourite time of year and it’s the best I can do.”
“I know,” Ava smiled and elaborated when Bucky narrowed his eyes, wondering how she could know something like that, “he talks to me sometimes when I walk past his room; he told me how much he loves Halloween. He always tells me about how much he loves you also,” she added and Bucky fought the urge to cry.
“I’m glad that he’s at least talking to somebody, so thank you for taking the time,” he smiled; he had to admit that she had a good heart.
“It’s not a problem, he’s a sweet kid. I wonder whether you could give this to him?” she reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it over to him. It was an amazingly well drawn picture of Peter Pan standing on the deck of the Jolly Roger, she’d also written a little Halloween message, “and I know how much he loves Peter Pan.”
“This is amazing, really it is. Thank you so much for this,” he was starting to get a little choked up.
Ava shrugged like it was nothing and grinned at him, “it’s no problem, I’d better go,” she smiled, fiddling with the end of her blonde hair, “I hope you all have a good night Buck,” she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek before she left.
Bucky watched her leave before he shook his head and sighed as he put the bags in the trunk of his car before driving off to the hospital to see his little boy. When he got to the hospital, getting to Harry’s room was quite the challenge due to some nurse trying to flirt with him. He really didn’t want to be rude but all he wanted to do was get to Harry’s room to set up for the party. In the end, he got rescued by the chief of staff who happened to be passing by and he ended up getting escorted to Harry’s room.
“I’m sorry about her, she doesn’t get out much,” the doctor joked with a chuckle.
Bucky shook his head with an awkward smile, “it’s okay, and thank you for rescuing me.”
“Daddy!” Harry shouted as Bucky walked in and hugged his boy.
“Hey bud! Happy Halloween!” he smiled and got the Peter Pan hat out of the bag and placed it on Harry’s head, “this is for you,” he grinned as he gave Harry the picture that Ava had drawn for him.
“I love it Daddy! It looks just like Peter Pan daddy. Ava is the best; she looks like a beautiful princess.”
“Yeah, I know,” Bucky mumbled before he kissed his son’s forehead, clicked his plastic vampire fangs into place and he started decorating the hospital room.
There was so much candy and chocolate in that little room that it hurt Bucky’s teeth just by looking at it all. He put some cherry soda and some grape soda into punch bowls that were shaped like a witches’ cauldron which he adorned with jelly candy eyeballs that he’d poked a hole through with cocktail sticks.
Just as Bucky was finished with the decorating, Steve, Peggy and his mom turned up, it was so typical for them to turn up just as he was finishing. His mom had made pumpkin and cinnamon cake puffs so unsurprisingly Bucky forgave her pretty quickly. Peggy had been really nervous about meeting Harry but the sheer look of delight on Harry’s face spoke a thousand words. When Steve walked into the room he looked Bucky up and down as he shook his head in disapproval.
“No Buck, you can’t be a vampire,” he smirked and passed Bucky a garment bag,
“What the hell is this?” he raised an eyebrow at his best friend.
“Just go and put it on in the restroom,” Bucky sighed and walked into the restroom, as he was putting on the costume he would have liked nothing more than to murder Steve.
As Bucky revealed himself Steve burst out into peals of laughter, while his mom smiled at him, “you look so dashing sweetheart.”
“Thanks mom,” Bucky muttered unhappily while Harry smiled with glee.
“Captain Hook!” Harry’s reaction made him crack a smile.
About ten minutes later, Sam turned up along with Rebecca – Bucky’s sister – Bucky narrowed his eyes and took Sam to one side, “are you serious man? Turning up with my little sister?”
Sam chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender, “calm down Captain,” Sam smirked, “we’re just friends, I promise.”
“Yeah, well I’ll be keeping an eye on you, just so you know,” he mumbled, causing Sam to roll his eyes in response.
In the midst of playing some party games and eating candy there came a knock on the door, Bucky turned to see that it was one of Harry’s doctors. The doctor looked pretty happy and Bucky hoped that he’d only be delivering some good news. Bucky excused himself and walked out to meet the doctor, worry bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt while you’re having a party,” Doctor Banner smiled and Bucky nodded, pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth.”
“That’s okay doctor, is everything okay?” he took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the worst.
“I’ve got some good news; we’ve been able to isolate the cancer to make sure it doesn’t spread. Harry’s last scan looks like a great improvement; you’ll be able to take him home as of tomorrow. He’ll have to come in weekly for his treatments and his scans but honestly, he’s doing really well.”
Bucky’s heart began to soar, he’d never felt so happy, this was the absolute best news, “oh my god! That’s amazing, he’ll finally be able to be back in his own bed, thank you so much doctor!” he lost his head and pulled the Doctor Banner into a hug, Doctor Banner chuckled as he patted Bucky’s back.
“You’re very welcome, I’ll let you get back to your party,” Doctor Banner grinned before he took off down the hallway. Bucky smiled as he walked back into the room.
Rebecca looked up at him nervously, “is everything okay Buck?”
Bucky smiled at his sister before looking at Harry, “I’ve got some great news bud! Tomorrow you’ll be able to come home!”
Harry threw his little arms in the air and whooped, “yay daddy! I’m so excited daddy!” it was the happiest that Bucky had ever seen him.
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Ava giggled as she walked out of her bedroom to hear the cheers of the people who were playing beer pong. The party had decided to do boys against girls and by the looks of it, the girls had won. It was currently Peter who was downing the cup of all the mixed alcohol that people had been pouring in. MJ giggled and wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck.
“God, you’re so hot baby,” she smiled and kissed him deeply.
Ava shook her head fondly as she walked over to the little makeshift bar that she had created on the kitchen counter. By the looks of it, they needed some more vodka. She walked over to Pietro, Wanda’s twin. He was the most sober one, apart from her.
“Hey, I’m gonna go grab some more vodka from the store on the corner,” she smiled and grabbed her keys off the side.
“You can’t go on your own, princessa!”
Ava rolled her eyes with a smile at the pet name, “I’ll be fine really. I’ve got my pepper spray and I can beat any muggers up,” she giggled.
“Be careful, okay?”
“I will, I promise. I’ll see you guys in a little while,” she smiled before walking out of the apartment into the cold night.
The streets were pretty quiet, it was pretty clear that the entire population of New York was at some sort of party tonight. Ava only intended to get some vodka from the store but she ended up coming out with three bottles of wine and some snacks. As she was walking back she ran into Bucky who was beaming from ear to ear. It served to make him more handsome, Ava didn’t realise that was even possible
“Hey, let me walk you back to your apartment,” he smiled when he realised that Ava was on her own, Ava smiled and let him.
“So, you’re looking marginally happier than you did this morning. Did Harry have a good party?”
Bucky nodded with a grin, “yeah, he did. I got some good news from the doctors as well. He can come home as of tomorrow.”
“Aw, Bucky! That is amazing news, I’m so happy for you!” she grinned and she was, though that little boy made her day. But of course, she would much rather him be heathy rather than cooped up in a hospital.
“Yeah, it’s great. I still can’t believe it,” he beamed before hesitating and looking over at Ava, “have you heard back from the English department about if you’re going to be getting transferred out of my class?” Ava chewed her purple painted lip, she couldn’t miss the hurt that she heard in Bucky’s voice. But, he’d been an asshole.
“Considering I only filed it yesterday, no. I think it’s going to take up to a week for it to come back.”
“Look, maybe you shouldn’t transfer out,” he started as they got to Ava’s apartment, Ava considered on ending the conversation but she decided that it was only fair if she heard Bucky out, “I can forget about what happened yesterday. I can act like we didn’t sleep together in Greece, I can forget about all of it.”
Ava sighed; she couldn’t believe that his words still had the power to hurt her, “well, I can’t Bucky. At first, maybe I could but I can’t anymore and I really wish that I could forget it. I wish that I could forget you, but I just can’t.”
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Listen to the fireplace roar
The inaugural Christmas-Themed Nat on Fire fic. TRIGGER WARNING for eating disorders. @xxx-cat-xxx Merry Christmas; I love you
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Nat stands in front of the pantry, looking over tonight’s dinner options. Vodka, it seems. Always a good choice. It’s either that or a packet of ready rice, stamped with a bold expiry date somewhere firmly in 2017. She really should throw it out, but it gives her the false pretense of having food, should anyone do a welfare check on her. Not that anyone would. Plus, sometimes it’s fun to come home from missions achy and starving and get a thrill in the pit of her stomach when she sees the food, only then to remember that it’s unfit for human consumption.
Something rattles outside the door of Nat’s tiny apartment. She acts quickly despite the permanent tremor that’s taken up residence in her arms and hands, slamming the pantry door and reaching for the area on her belt line where her gun would be if she were properly on duty and armed. All she comes into contact with this time is a cell phone tucked into the pocket of her yoga pants, but she still pulls it out and prepares to use it as a weapon. She’s fairly sure she can launch it with enough accuracy to break the bridge of her adversary’s nose, and with one or two more well-executed punches and kicks, she could take him down. Take him out. Kill him. Whatever. Disposing of the body might need a little more thought, since she doesn’t have the muscle left on her bony body to drag a fully grown man out to the dumpsters behind the complex. But she’ll think of something.
The doorknob rattles again, and the door to Nat’s apartment opens as much as the chain lock will allow.
“Hey,” calls a familiar friendly voice. “Let me in?”
Nat launches the phone, which sails right out the crack in the door and hits the intruder in the face. It doesn’t break his nose, but only because he’s made of tougher stuff than most of Nat’s opponents.
“Wow,” says Steve, shaking his head as he slips his arm under the chain in an attempt to unlock the door from the outside in. The swish of grocery bags hits against his legs and the peeling paint on the door. “That was a great welcome.”
“Hm.” Nat refuses to say ‘sorry.’ Instead she goes with, “I forgot.”
“Not surprised.” Steve succeeds in unlocking the door, and he tumbles inside, spilling half a bag of hot cocoa mix and Oreos across the carpet. He sweeps up the groceries and piles them on the table with the rest of his goods: crackers and cheese, milk, cereal, and toothpaste. A mix of bachelor essentials and holiday indulgences. “It would have been easier if you would’ve let me order Instacart.”
“When did you stop paying attention, idiot?” Nat aims to smack him upside the head, but Steve easily ducks the hit. “Not allowed. Supposed to be off the grid.”
“Pretty sure the rules dropped off the table when you hit 90 pounds.” Steve easily captures Nat’s skinny wrist and gives her a light yank. She nearly drops the bottle of vodka as she bounces into him.
“Fuck you.” Nat cradles the bottle like a baby, ignoring the quarter cup or so that slops onto the floor.
“Whoops,” Steve says anyway.”
“It’s sanitary,” Nat insists.
“Never said it wasn’t.”
“Why’re you here, anyway?”
“Don’t tell me you really forgot?” Steve takes a step back, looking floored.
“That’s what I said, right?”
“But I thought you only said that because you remembered...” Steve shakes his head. “Never mind.” He takes a breath. “What did you weigh in at this morning?”
“Why should I tell you?” Nat’s eyes narrow. She also looks seedily at the pile of food on the kitchen table. She doesn’t binge anymore. She doesn’t eat anymore. Just drinks, sometimes smokes. Her brain is fuzzy. She’d kill for a shot of vodka and a cigarette, first for the jolt, then for the excuse to drift and not feel for a while.
“You tell me, I’ll tell you?” Steve offers. “Fair trade?”
“Fine.” Nat’s practically forgotten what she’s agreed too. “Eighty six.”
“Well, that’s better than yesterday, right?” Steve grins at her.
“Depends on your perspective,” Nat growls. “Now you.” She lifts her chin in a prompting motion.
“It was me or rehab, remember?” He tries to put a big hand on her shoulder, probably in a comforting gesture, but to Nat it feels like a combination of repressive and repulsive. Probably because she’s so bony in comparison.
“Oh.” Nat doesn’t remember. Well, she does, sort of. The powwow they’d had in Fury’s office, the stony face she’d held, sucking in her cheeks and biting her lip so she wouldn’t cry. It had probably made her look even thinner and more pathetic. That had probably been the final straw, that contorted face. Not her actual bottoming out at 82 on her last SHIELD physical.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Steve pours himself a glass of milk, then gets out a second glass for Nat.
Nat almost laughs. Almost. Until she realizes Steve’s sincere, and then she feels a bit like crying again. Not like she did back in Fury’s office, not because she was going to be in trouble, but because she’s not. She’s almost in the opposite of trouble. Funny, though. She doesn’t feel the opposite.
“No,” Nat breathes. She finds the vodka bottle on the edge of the kitchen table. She takes a deep swig, stuffing her mouth with so much liquid she can barely swallow. When she does, the burning fluid immediately comes rushing back up. She slaps a hand over her mouth and turns on her heel, throwing herself over the kitchen sink and gagging hard.
“Hey, it’s ok.” Steve pats her on the back as Nat brings up vodka and stomach acid and all the nothing she’s eaten for the past two or three days.
By the time she’s done, she’s ready to fall over. Steve eases her to the floor, folding Nat’s tiny frame in his strong arms.
“Fuck you. Let me go,” Nat coughs.
“Yup,” Steve says, though he doesn’t loosen his grip. “I will. As soon as you’re ok.”
“I am ok.”
“I know. You will be.”
Nat sighs, her throat burning with the taste of bile. She hates herself, and she hates him even more. Because she knows he’s right.
Merry Fucking Christmas.
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Whatever it takes - Part 1 (Steve Rogers imagine)
Pairing: Angel!Steve x Demon!Reader (also there will be a fair bit of Demon!Bucky! x Demon!Reader)
Warnings: Swearing, angst, mind games, smut in later parts (Fuckbuddy!Bucky lol)
Summary: Angels and Demons have been sworn enemies their whole lives, that’s just how it is. When Bucky decides to go against these unsaid rules, it brings a set of consequences into the lives of those who spend time with him. In Y/n’s case that consequence is an angel named Steve Rogers.
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A/N: Hey guys!! So this is a new fic and will have probably like 10 parts to it, hope you like it!! Message me if you want to be tagged xxx
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Angels and demons all live on earth. They're all around, mixed into the world living among humans. It's the best way to do their respective jobs. There was a whole under world community of them around; Not just angels and Demons but other mythical creatures; vampires, werewolves, warlocks, the list goes on.
Humans were almost fully unaware of the people who lived around them, very few knowing that these mythical creatures were real... They would never know if they encountered one; they looked the same as the everyday average person. Only mythical creatures could tell who was who, the only two creatures that were harder to identify were Angels and Demons. They were good at morphing into a personality that was not theirs.
Angels and demons were life long enemies, a burning hatred between them since the day they landed on the ground. Angels discarded demons as being reckless; disruptive and manipulative, it was true, they were. It was not clever to get involved with them.
Demons discarded Angels as prudish, naive and boring. They stuck to their rules acting as if they were gods gift... Looking down on demons, with their heads held high a radiant confidence of superiority.
Both Y/n and Bucky had been friends since demons first made their way into the human population. They loved to wreck havoc on the world. They were a troublesome pair, ‘partners in crime’ some would say. They were competitive with each other, always testing each other's limits. But they were demons... They didn't have limits which was why it was so fun.
The both of them were always playing life games. How many humans they could get with on a night out. How many humans could they be home wreckers too. It was a dangerous game, but it kept things exciting.
Several times an angel was sent to where they had caused trouble, being scolded and moved on so they wouldn't cause a scene, always laughing it off and frustrating the angels. Winding up an angel was almost as fun as destroying other peoples lives.
The both of them were at a small bar playing a game of how many shots they could handle, along with 2 humans they had coerced into joining them. Humans were always compelled by demons, there was a certain pull humans had towards them making it hard to resist.
Y/n and Bucky were smirking at each other across the table, watching the two humans down their 11th shot of vodka that night.
"Oh god, I think I'm going to throw up" one of them spoke, standing up hurriedly and running to the toilets.
"Don't think God will hear you" Bucky said smirking, his eyes meeting Y/n’s with a knowing look.
"Fuck, me too" the other spoke, slamming a hand over their mouth as they followed the person before them.
Y/n leaned back in her seat laughing loudly as Bucky stared unimpressed at the empty spaces.
"Weak" he spoke before throwing a shot back, Y/n doing the same.
She watched as his eyes flicked over to the bar briefly before landing back on Y/n.
"Humans just can't hold their alcohol" she spoke grinning, tracing her top lip with her index finger making sure her red lipstick was still in tact.
She caught Bucky's eyes flicking over to the bar again, turning around to see what was catching her attention.
Y/n's eyes widened at the brightness, squinting slightly. She could see the side profile of a woman who she assumed Bucky was staring at. She had long red hair but that wasn't what caught her attention.
What shocked her was the white glow surrounding her. An angel.
Y/n had always been able to identify Angels, even if they were strong Angels who could hide their auroras.
Y/n could always see them.
She wondered if Bucky could tell they were Angels. The red head with her head held high, her posture up right with the utter most elegance. The man she was with turned around, Y/n having to look away for a second.
This guy was hardly even trying to hide his aurora. It was blindingly bright creating a pain in her eyes momentarily as she blinked. But it soon died down as if the Angel had forgotten to hide it.
Now Y/n could clearly make out his face. He was tall and muscular for an angel. She barely saw many Angels around so wouldn't fully know what they stereo typically looked like anymore.
Angels didn't exactly come to places like this. A bar, where alcohol existed, a place where people came to dance and sin. Normally ending up having causal hook ups on the toilet cubicles.
This mans face was what really took her a back. He held a strong expression as if he didn't want to be here. His eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown as he crossed his arms in disapproval at his surroundings. His jaw clenched showing just how sharp his jaw line was, that in itself was sinful to her. A smirk tugging at her lips.
He was doing what every angel ever did. Looking down on others, whether he was meaning to or not was a question Y/n didn't really care about.
"You think shes pretty?" Y/n asked, nodding her head towards the woman at the bar. Bucky nodded. Maybe he hadn't noticed she was an Angel yet.
"You should go over and introduce yourself" she spoke, smirking and raising one eyebrow up at him. A look he knew very well.
"Maybe not" Bucky spoke.
"I bet you to do it" she spoke, eyes narrowing as she waited for him to accept her challenge. He had to, it's what they did.
"Fine" he spoke, shooting her a quick wink before heading in the direction of the woman. Y/n saw how Bucky approached the two angels at the bar.
She could see the mans gaze follow Bucky, a glare on his features as he went to move in front of the woman.
Y/n quickly jumped up from her position making her way towards them and sliding herself in between where Bucky had now reached the woman and the man. She caught the eye of the bar tender ordering herself a drink.
She could feel the stare of the man she had just cut off from helping his friend, his angel gaze burning into her skin; but she ignored him, pretending he wasn't there. Y/n could tell that he knew what she was.
After receiving and paying for her drink she finally turned to the side to meet his stare.
"Can I help you?" She asked rolling her eyes. She was a demon, she had to act like one.
"Tell your little demon friend to back off" he spoke glaring at her still.
"And here I was thinking Angels were meant to be nice" she spoke pouting sarcastically.
"I'm willing to bet this is all a game" he spoke "so get him to leave her alone before I force him too".
"Ooooh I didn't think Angels could bet" Y/n spoke, a mischievous look on her face, eyes darkening at the sense of excitement. Steve frowned at her. Demons were manipulative. He shook his head trying to calm himself down.
"Well... I'm willing to bet that your friend doesn't even know my friend is a demon" she spoke. "much like in going to bet that my friend doesn't know your friends an angel".
Steve cocked one eyebrow in confusion. This is what demons do, he reminded himself. They played with the mind.
"Stop it. I'm not betting anything." He stared at her, jaw clenching tightly.
"You're cute for an angel" she spoke smirking up at him. She watched as he turned flustered. His cheeks heating up, stuttering over his words.
"I know what you're trying to do" he said, gritting his teeth.
"What do you mean?" She asked softly, pouting.
"I- I - well you're- you-".
"Aww I've left you speechless, how cute. So... Your place or mine" she asked scanning him head to toe. Steve shuffled from foot to foot, trying to keep his balance as her words shocked him.
"What?" He coughed clearing his throat.
"I'm only messing, I don't even know your name... Not that that's ever stopped me before" she said flashing him an innocent smile, contradicting every word that left her mouth moments ago.
All that came out of his mouth was "Steve, my names- uh Steve".
"You don't sound too sure" she spoke smiling smugly.
"Well, yes, my names Steve, definitely Steve".he said more confidently.
"That’s cute... Fits the whole innocent vibe you've got going on." She said raising her brows suggestively.
"I've told you my name, it's only fair you tell me yours." Steve spoke, some of his original angel confidence coming back.
"Someone knows how to talk to demons" she spoke surprised at his bargaining. "but when has a demon ever been fair?" She questioned.
Steve frowned, watching as she took a sip of her drink, he watched as she licked her lips... It was sinful how he saw her bite her lip so seductively, in thought before turning back to give him attention. Steve had to look away and mentally talk himself out of finding her attractive. He knew that’s just what demons did, they played on other people using seduction and emotional games.
"Y/n" she spoke, meeting his eyes in confidence a knowing smirk on her face that made Steve frown.
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LYING IS THE MOST FUN A GIRL CAN HAVE
(EXCEPT TAKING HER CLOTHES OFF)
Author’s Note: So, I got another request to do a threesome and last time I did a threesome imagine, it was girlxgirlxboy. So this time, I did the opposite. By the way, I have been inactive for some time because of college so my imagines takes me longer to write now. So, that’s that! Enjoy this one! It’s long and complete smut! xxx M
Warnings: NSFW.
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Okay, I had to admit it. My sex life with Harry was something else. Like, really really something else. We were just different. I could explain. . .
Harry and I never had a dry spell. We have been together for three years and we never had a dry spell. Yes, three years. I was Harry’s longest relationship. He was not my longest relationship but that made my point more important. Even in my longest relationship, I had one or two dry spells with them. Surprisingly, I didn’t reach that point. At least, not yet. I didn’t think we were going to get to that point. Harry and I understood and trusted each other. We understood what pleased us both. We also didn’t mind being experimental in the bedroom. We were open minded to everything. And to everyone. . .
“You have an admirer” I heard Harry say.
I opened my eyes and turned my head to Harry. The sunglasses I wore made his white t-shirt come off as red. I smiled at him as I soaked up the sunlight in my orange bikini.
“Is that supposed to be you?” I asked him.
“Always is” Harry said. “But you have another one at the moment”
I sat up on the poolside chair. I still looked at Harry.
“Someone else?” I asked him. “Where?”
“Other side” Harry said. “Green trunks. Talking to the one in blue bikini”
I took off my sunglasses. I looked to the other side of the pool to see who my so called admirer was. My eyes landed on him the exact second I turned my head to look. My eyes landed on him the same second he turned his head away from me to the brunette in the blue bikini. Harry forgot to mention he was blonde.
I turned to Harry.
“The blonde one?” I asked him. “Are you sure he’s not a fan? He probably is”
“Don’t think he is, love” Harry told me. “Caught him looking at you when I went to the bar”
I let out a sigh. I laid back down on the chair.
“As much as I would love to have a threesome right now, it’s unlikely to happen H” I said to him. “We’re at a birthday party for Pixie anyways. We don’t want to be caught lying that we didn’t do anything when we were”
“Lying is the most fun a girl can have. Except taking her clothes off” Harry said, quoting a line from a recent movie we had just watched together.
“You didn’t just say that from the movie?” I asked him.
Harry smirked at me.
“Maybe I did” Harry said.
I rolled my eyes at him. I stood up from the chair.
“I’m going to get myself a drink” I told him. “Do you want anything?”
“No thanks” Harry said. “I’m fine with my whisky”
I nodded at him before walking to the bar. When I arrived to the bar, I ordered myself a margarita. As I waited for my drink, I noticed a blonde guy standing next to me. The same blonde guy Harry said was staring at me.
I turned towards him, taking notice of his brown eyes.
“Are you waiting for a drink?” I asked him.
“Yeah” He said in a British accent. “This is a bar after all”
That was a dumb question to ask, I thought to myself. I wondered how he knew Pixie.
“How do you know Pixie?” I asked him. “Haven’t seen you around her”
“I’m a friend of her husband” He said. “I’m Kyle by the way”
“Kyle” I said, repeating his name. “I’m Y/N”
“Y/N,” Kyle smirked at me. “Aren’t you with that Harry guy? I saw you sitting with him next to the pool”
I blushed. He practically revealed that he was staring at me across the pool. Maybe he was interested in me.
“No” I lied. “He’s only a friend. A lot of people think we are dating”
“Oh” Kyle said, sounding more pleased than disappointed. “Isn’t he-“
“Do you want to come back to my room?” I asked, cutting him off.
Kyle stayed silent for a moment. He began to blush as he smiled at me.
“Umm, sure?” Kyle answered.
The bartender placed my margarita on the table. I cupped it in my hand, smirking to Kyle.
“Stay here” I told him. “I’ll be right back”
I walked back to the pool, seeing Harry was talking to two of our friends. I walked over to them, poking on Harry’s shoulder to gain his attention. Harry stopped talking to his friend and turned to me.
“Yes love?” Harry asked me.
I leaned forward into him, whispering in his ear.
“Meet me in our room in ten minutes” I whispered to him.
I leaned back, noticing Harry had a confused look on his face.
“Closer” I said to him, referring to his quote from the movie before.
“Ohhh,” Harry said, understanding me.
Harry took out the card for our hotel room and handed it to me.
“I’ll see you there” Harry winked at me before turning back to talk with our friends.
I left them, walking back to the bar and to Kyle. He stood exactly where I left him.
I shoved the key card to my room in my bikini top. I held Kyle’s hand in one hand as I held my margarita in the other.
“Come on” I said, dragging Kyle along into the hotel.
As we headed inside the hotel, we passed some of my friends. I didn’t pay much attention to them as I walked with Kyle, but I did notice they gave me strange and confusing looks. They were probably wondering why I was holding another man’s hand besides Harry’s. I decided to take the staircase instead of the elevator to avoid running into other people I knew. Besides my room was on the second floor.
Kyle and I headed up the stairs and to my floor. I walked to my room’s door with Kyle following behind me. I took out the key card from my bikini top. I swiped the card, unlocking the door. I opened it. Kyle and I went inside. The door closed on its own behind us. I placed my margarita and the key card on the bedside table.
“You sure the door is locked?” Kyle asked me.
I turned to Kyle and pushed him onto to the bed. I sat on him, straddling my legs around his torso. Kyle bit his lip.
“Absolutely” I said. “Locks from the inside”
“Perfect” Kyle smirked at me.
I leaned forward, kissing him on the lips. His lips weren’t soft. They were a bit, but not as soft compared to Harry’s. His lips also tasted like vodka, not the taste of whiskey I was used to. My hands ran through Kyle’s hair as our kiss deepened. I felt Kyle’s tongue sneak into my mouth. I pulled away from Kyle and started to leave a trail of kisses down his neck. I felt Kyle’s hands skim over my back, settling to stay on my ass. I sat up, untying the back of my bikini. I let it fall to the side of the bed.
Kyle smirked, taking in my bare chest. He removed his hands off my ass and turned us over. I was under him while he was on top. I wanted to be the one on top. Harry always let me be the one on top whenever I wanted. Kyle left sloppy kisses down my neck onto my chest. Kyle pressed his lips against my nipple, kissing it. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any sensation from it. Usually, whenever I was kissed there I would go into a frenzy. It was my sweet and sensitive spot. I didn’t feel like I was going into a frenzy this time. Probably because I was thinking of how much I wanted to be fucked by Harry instead of Kyle.
“Kyle” I called his name out as he kissed all over my body. “I lied”
“What?” Kyle asked me between giving me kisses.
“I lied” I said louder. “I lied about Harry”
Kyle stopped kissing me and looked up to me. His eyes grew in a mix of confusion and fury.
“What?” He asked again.
“I lied about not dating Harry” I said. “I am but-“
“You’re cheating?” Kyle asked me, cutting me off.
“No” I said, shaking my head. “We wanted a threesome and well . . .”
Kyle got off me and stood up from the bed. He put on his sandals that he thrown off before. He looked to me.
“I can’t do this” He said. “I’m not an object and I can’t-“
“Y/N!” I heard Harry call my name from the hotel’s door. “It’s been ten minutes”
I let out a sigh.
“Give me a minute!” I yelled to Harry.
I got up from the bed and walked over to Kyle.
“I know you’re not an object and it’s completely fine if you’re not comfortable with having a threesome, I’m not going to pressure you into doing it” I told him. “But you’d be lying if you said if you didn’t want to have sex with me”
Kyle bit his lip, trying to express his frustration without yelling at me.
“I’m not gay” Kyle said. “I wanted to have sex with you, not him”
I smirked to myself, coming up with an idea as soon as he said that.
I walked to the room’s door and opened it for Harry. He walked in, noticing I was half naked. I shut and locked the door behind him.
“I take it you two hit it on” Harry said.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“Follow me” I said to him.
Harry and I walked back to Kyle. Kyle sat on the edge of the bed. He crossed his arms at the sight of Harry. I looked to Harry.
“Kyle’s not gay” I told him. “He only wants to fuck me”
Harry grinned at me. I knew he had the same idea as me. He walked a few steps toward Kyle.
“Y/N has pretty lips, doesn’t she?” Harry asked Kyle.
I blushed. Kyle looked to me.
“Yeah” He answered.
“She has soft lips” Harry commented. “You kissed her. They’re soft and sweet, right?”
“Yeah. And?” Kyle told him.
“Don’t you want her soft lips around your dick?” Harry asked him. “Don’t you want to be fucked by a popstar’s girlfriend as he watches?”
Kyle uncrossed his arms at Harry. Harry looked to me. Harry took some steps back as I walked over to Kyle. I squatted down, sitting between Kyle’s legs. I looked up to him, pouting my lips together.
“Please” I begged him. “I’m needy”
Kyle waited a moment before making a movement. He slid off his sandals and leaned forward to me.
“Okay” He said. “I’m in”
I smiled at him. I leaned into him and kissed his lips. I stood up slowly as I continued to kiss Kyle. I gently pushed him to lay back on the bed. I saw Harry open one of our bags. I saw him pull out a pack of condoms. I kissed Kyle again. I began to leave a trail of kisses down Kyle’s neck and stomach. I stopped kissing his body when I finally reached his shorts. I pulled them off down his legs. When I did, I became breathless.
Kyle’s dick was bigger than Harry. Harry’s dick was bigger compared to everyone else I had been with but Kyle. . . he beat Harry. I turned to Harry to see if he had the same reaction as me. Harry was more fascinated with Kyle than me. Kyle took notice.
“What?” He asked us.
“Nothing” Harry answered, lying.
Kyle raised an eyebrow at him. I suspected Harry was jealous a bit. I looked to Kyle.
“You just have a huge cock” I said to Kyle, smirking at him. “That I want to suck off”
I grasped Kyle’s cock, with my thumb skimming over the head of it. Kyle let out a curse over my touch. I leaned in, licking the head of his dick. I swirled my tongue down and over his length. I felt my the bottom of my swimsuit being pulled down by Harry. A second later, I let out a curse, feeling Harry push his cock inside my walls.
Harry held my hips up to his. I buried my elbows at the sides of Kyle’s torso. I pressed my lips over Kyle’s tip, slowly licking at his hard cock. Kyle let out a moan. The second after he did, Harry quickened his pace. I knew he was getting jealous that I was sucking Kyle off instead of him. I opened my mouth wider as I went down further on Kyle, trying to taste as much as him as I could. I took him out of my mouth when I felt a moan coming up in my throat. I gripped the bed’s blanket, riding through the moan. Once I did, I stroked Kyle’s hard cock. I knew I couldn’t continue to deep throat Kyle since I would probably choke while moaning. I decided to swirl my tongue around his dick and talk dirty. Kyle let out a growl.
“I want to ride your cock” I said to Kyle, batting my eyes at him. “I want to sit on you so bad”
Harry spanked my ass with his hand, causing me to shudder. I bit down on my bottom lip. I may have deserved that from Harry.
I continued to lick around Kyle’s cock, stroking him at the same time. From the amount of moans I heard from him, he was close and was about to cum. I felt like I was close too. Having Harry fuck me from behind while sucking off Kyle left me breathless. I felt I was about to explode from the growing heat in my lower body.
“FUCK!” Kyle yelled out loud.
Kyle came with some of his cum landing on my cheeks. Harry pulled himself out of me. I watched his bare ass walk into the bathroom. I heard the sink’s faucet turn on. I stood up slowly, feeling sore from Harry. I sat down next to Kyle. Harry returned with a wet paper towel.
“Here” Harry said, handing it to me. “Clean yourself”
I took the towel from him, wiping Kyle’s cum off of my cheeks. Harry and I looked to Kyle who slowly sat up on the bed. His cheeks were flustered red. His breathing was quick and shaky. He was still recovering from his high.
“I think I should go” Kyle said to us. “Thanks for the-“
“Pleasure is ours” Harry said, cutting him off. “Just don’t tell anyone, yeah?”
Kyle nodded his head. He stood up and tugged his swim trunks back up. He put on his sandals and looked to me.
“Thanks again” Kyle said to me.
I smirked at him.
“Don’t mention it” I said, winking at him.
I looked up to Harry who was already staring at me. He turned to Kyle.
“I’ll walk you out” Harry told him.
Harry walked away. Kyle still looked to me.
“Bye” I told him.
“Bye Y/N” Kyle said.
He walked away to the door. I let the paper towel fall to the floor, feeling too sore and weak to stand up. I laid down on the bed, waiting for Harry to return. I closed my eyes, trying to relax. My fingers trailed down between my thighs. I let out a whine when I touched myself. I was sensitive. Either from Harry being too rough with me or being forced to stop having sex when I was about to cum. Probably both, I thought.
I raised my legs up a bit.
I knew I should leave myself alone for health’s sake but I still felt that burning fire in the pit of my stomach from before. I couldn’t not cum now. If I didn’t I would be in agony until the night. I had to cum and I was impatient.
I pressed one finger into my pussy. I bit my lip, trying to adjust to the pain. I slipped another finger in, pumping them in and out. I let out a moan, feeling the fire in my stomach grow more intense.
“You better not be thinking of him” I heard Harry say.
I opened my eyes a little to see Harry staring down at me. I continued to please myself in front of him.
“I’m not” I said.
Harry smirked at me. He bent down, holding my thighs apart with his hands. Before I could pull my fingers out, Harry swirled his tongue against my folds.
“Fucking hell-“ I cursed, with my head rolling back.
I moved my hands away from my pussy and gripped the bed instead. Harry let go of my right thigh and pushed one of his fingers in me. I let out a louder moan. Harry started to push inside me at a faster pace while continuing to lick me. I felt like I was on the verge of cumming again.
“I-I-“ I whimpered out loud. “I’m gonna-“
Harry took his fingers out of me and took my hands in his. He held my hands above my head.
“Wait-what, what are you doing?” I asked him. “I wanted to cum. Can’t you just let me cum for once?”
Harry shook his head at me.
“I would but . . .I’m not sure if you deserve that” Harry said. “Why should I continue to fuck you when all this time you’ve been begging to fuck another man?”
“You’re serious?” I asked him. “This is because I said I wanted Kyle’s dick too?”
“Hmmm” Harry said, grinning down at me. “Not nice when you want another man’s cock than your boyfriend’s”
I bit my lip again, desperately wanting to relief myself. I knew what I had to do. I had to lie.
“You’re right. I wanted to be fucked by Kyle” I lied. “I loved having his huge dick in my mouth, that I wanted him somewhere else. I wanted him in me”
Harry let go of one of his hands off me.
“In you?” Harry asked me. “In you, like over here?”
Harry shoved two of his fingers into my pussy again. I let out a shiver.
“Hmmm” I said. “Wanted his cock right where your fingers are now”
Harry let his other hand off of my hands. He took his fingers out of me and pulled my body closer to him. He lined his cock between my thighs. I can feel his tip touch against my cunt.
“You’re gonna regret saying that” Harry said.
Harry pushed himself into me. My legs wrapped around his ass, trying to take as much as I cold get from him. I gripped his shoulders on for support as he pushed into me more.
“Faster, H!” I begged of him. “Please!”
Harry ignored my plead, going slower instead.
“Can he fuck you like I can?” Harry asked, whispering into my ear. “Can he make your sweet little pussy of yours wet like I can?”
“No” I said.
“What?” Harry asked, pretending not to hear me.
“NO!” I yelled. “He can’t! He doesn’t know how to touch me like you do. He doesn’t know anything!”
Harry pushed himself into me quicker now.
“Go on” Harry said. “Tell me how your pussy is only mine. Tell me how good it feels to have me between your legs”
“It’s like nothing else. Everyone else I’ve been with never made me feel th-this fucKING GOOD” I said while letting out a moan.
Harry pushed my legs further up. I felt him go more deeper in me. I felt like he was about to hit my G-spot. I felt close to cumming. Closer than I have been in the past thirty minutes.
“FUCKING GOd” I screamed, tightly shutting my eyes as I cummed.
I clenched onto Harry as I felt my orgasm pass through me. Every place in my body tingled in a frenzy. My toes curled as I tugged on Harry’s curls. I felt like I was flying in the clouds. For fuck’s sake, I felt I was a star. An exploding star, scattering everywhere to the point I felt weightless. I wanted to close my eyes and ride through this as long as possible.
Harry didn’t move a flinch while I did. He didn’t dare to pull himself out of me. He watched me and noticed every little detail of my face as I came. He started to kiss my neck and down my chest as I came down from my high.
“I love how your pretty lips are when you’re shouting for God” Harry said, complimenting me. “I want to kiss them so they can stay mine forever”
I swallowed, trying to catch my breath. I opened my eyes a little to see Harry.
“Kiss me then” I told him.
Harry leaned in to kiss me. He turned his head, deepening the kiss. My hands ran down his back while Harry brushed my hair back behind my ear. Harry pulled his lips away from mine a moment later.
“I lied” I said to Harry in a low voice. “I lied about wanting to fuck Kyle. I only brought him back to the room because you wanted me to”
Harry smirked at me.
“I know, darling” Harry said. “It was quite fun, wasn’t it?”
“Hmm” I said, nodding my head. “I should lie more to get you to fuck me”
Harry turned us over in bed. My hands rested on his chest.
“I told you” Harry said.“Lying is the most fun a girl can have”
“Except taking her clothes off” I added.
“Just like the movie”
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Sugar Rush
Art by: @nicole-nikla
Author: @athenascarlet
Summary: Emma Swan loves making ice cream – as long as her daily deliveries avoid Killian Jones and his cupcakes as much as possible. She doubts this is going to be the season for her to change her mind about the infuriatingly attractive and frustratingly talented owner of The Jolly Cupcake. But as the leaves change in the fall, is it possible her feelings could also morph into something else?
Rating: T
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“Emma! Delivery is ready!”
Emma wiped her ice creamed hands on her apron and headed to the back of the store where Ingrid was standing in their kitchen, filling up a cooler with gallons of ice cream. She pulled off the apron and hung it on a nearby hook.
“How did the batches turn out?”
“Amazing, as usual,” Ingrid told her. “I really think your apple cider ice cream will be a hit.”
“I hope so,” she replied. “As long as we don’t get apples from the mayor’s tree, we’ll be fine.”
Ingrid gave her a teasing smile. “You act like they’re poisoned.”
Emma shrugged. “They might be. You never know.”
She was sure they probably weren’t, but the mayor was definitely more sour than sweet so she wasn’t about to test her theory.
Emma threw on her red leather coat and grabbed the cooler from the counter. “Granny’s first, right?”
“Yep! Tell her I said hi!”
Emma nodded and headed out the front door of Any Given Sundae to Granny’s Diner. She always loved walking down Storybrooke’s Main St. at this time of year. After two years here, she finally could call it home, which was something that still caught her off guard at times.
When she was younger, Ingrid had been her foster mother, caring for her as a teenager. But as with most teenagers, Emma had a problem with authority and ran away from Ingrid’s home. She went out on her own, eventually tracking down bail jumpers to make ends meet. It was fine until one in particular busted her arm. She still got her bounty but decided it may be a good time to try something different, and since she was so good at finding people, she decided to find Ingrid.
Her former foster mother had moved to a small town in Maine and opened a store specializing in homemade ice cream made on site. At first, she seemed surprised to see Emma, but quickly gave her a smile and a hug. The next thing Emma knew she was whipping up cream and sugar and whatever else Ingrid had decided to try for customers.
The store sold ice cream staples: chocolate, vanilla, cookies and cream. But it was really known for its more unusual or fun flavors, which brought people in from all over Maine. They were one of the first stores in the state to make cake batter ice cream from scratch, and Emma’s frozen hot chocolate ice cream was a favorite. She often encouraged customers to add a little shake of cinnamon from their toppings bar.
This month, Ingrid had encouraged Emma to come up with some good fall flavors. She whipped up the perfect batches of pumpkin spice ice cream and candied pecan ice cream. She also found some amazing apples at the local orchard and used them to create an amazing apple cider ice cream. It was just like drinking the real thing.
“This is the best one you’ve ever made,” Ingrid said when Emma finally let her try the recipe.
They quickly sold out of the first few batches, including a few gallons that Granny ordered for the diner.
Granny was one of their best customers, always putting in an order for gallons of vanilla ice cream to go along with her pies. The unique flavors were also a hit with customers who got a scoop included as part of the dinner special.
Emma’s feet crunched on the dry leaves in Granny’s courtyard, which made her smile. She swung the door open and walked in, taking a quick look at what the miners sitting at the counter were eating for lunch. Lots of lasagna, a few grilled cheeses, and Leroy’s heaping bowl of orange sherbert. He was definitely their best customer.
She headed back to the kitchen window where Granny was placing orders with the kitchen staff.
“Thank God you’re here,” she told Emma. “We just ran out of vanilla. I thought a cupcake/ice cream combo would be a hit, but it was way too popular at lunch today.”
Emma gave her a perplexed look. “What kind of combo?” she asked.
“Delicious cupcakes with ice cream, Swan! In fact, I’m here to drop off a new batch myself.”
Emma scowled. She recognized that voice and was not surprised when she turned to see its owner leaning against the counter with a smug grin on his face next to Granny’s cake plate stocked full of cupcakes.
Killian Jones.
She had no idea why the cupcake store owner insisted on wearing all black. It seemed so impractical for a cake maker who was constantly around flour and sugar, but he made it look effortless. Emma was always picking sugar out of her hair or cleaning spilled cream off her clothes. His clothes were immaculate and made her mouth water.
She would never tell him that second part. Because honestly, everyone knew that man was gorgeous. But not everyone recognized the feud there was between Any Given Sundae and The Jolly Cupcake. Hell, even Ingrid thought Emma’s belief that The Jolly Cupcake was a rival was overblown.
“Sweet treats can co-exist in this town,” Ingrid once told her. “I don’t know why you have such a grudge against one of them.”
Because one of them was run by an infuriating man. He was gorgeous and successful and, dammit, his cupcakes were amazing. His flavors were special and perfectly balanced between the cake and the icing. It was annoying.
He was annoying.
Emma gave the smiling baker a once over and sighed. “Jones.”
“What did you bring with you today, Swan?” He swaggered over and pushed into her personal space. “I do hope it’s deletable.”
Emma just rolled her eyes. “Of course, it is. I made it.” Her eyes darted over to the cake plate on the counter. “What about you?”
“Delightful as always,” he said with a wicked smile. “Would you like to try a maple brown sugar cupcake? Or perhaps a dark chocolate one with cinnamon icing? I hear it’s a favorite of yours.”
Emma’s mouth was watering from the cupcakes and Killian’s voice was heating up other parts of her body. Dammit, why did a rival who pressed her buttons have to be so delicious as he did it?
“They sound fine.”
Emma grabbed the empty cooler sitting in the pick-up window from the kitchen and started to head out.
“I thought we were sharing, lass?” Killian asked as she walked by. “What new concoction did you whip up?”
“Ice cream,” she yelled back.
“Sounds tasty! I can’t wait to lick it up!”
Emma was thankful to hear the door close behind her as she pushed her way into the chilled fall day outside. She needed a little air to cool off after that meeting with Killian.
Of course, she was going to go back to Granny’s and try that chocolate cupcake with cinnamon icing. What kind of person wouldn’t want that? But there was no way in hell she was ever going to tell Killian she did it. Just like there was no way she was ever going to tell him about her taste tests of several other flavors she quietly snuck out of Granny’s Diner over the past few months. It would be better to not inflate his ego anymore than it already was.
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Apparently, today was not Emma’s day. As soon as she got back to the store, Ingrid sent her out on another ice cream run, this time to Hansel and Gretel’s candy shop. She had no problem with the brother-and-sister duo, probably because neither of them was as infuriatingly attractive as Killian Jones.
Which is why she was so frustrated when she ran into him – literally – as she was leaving the candy shop.
“Careful with the cupcakes, Swan. You wouldn’t want to smash my treats.” He leaned in and gave her a wicked grin. “Or perhaps you would.”
Emma rolled her eyes. Infuriating.
(Also, she wouldn’t mind smashing his treats. Also, that made her frustrated. Again.)
But there was one place where she could really throw him off his game: The Rabbit Hole.
Emma smiled as the bar’s owner, Liam Jones, poured his creamy concoction into two glasses, adding straws to both of them.
“OK, let me know what you think of that,” he said as he grabbed his own off the bar.
It only took a few sips before Emma moaned in delight. “This is amazing, Liam.”
“Hey!”
Emma smiled. Once again, she recognized the voice. “Hey, Killian. What’s up?”
He put down a large white baker’s box on the bar and pulled the bar stool out from right next to her. “Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, Swan. What are you doing here?”
“Just drinking.”
Her lips curled dramatically around the straw again and she took another drink. She could tell it had the effect she wanted on Killian. His eyes trailed down to her mouth, his jaw did that thing where he flexed it whenever he was tense. She could play this game all night.
“Here, try this, brother.”
Liam put a glass down in front of Killian and poured some more of his experiment into it. Killian gave the glass an odd look and then did as he was told, his long lashes fluttering shut as he drank.
“Bloody hell,” he finally said. “What is that?”
“An apple pie. It’s apple cider ice cream from Any Given Sundae mixed with vanilla vodka. It’s great, right?”
Killian’s ecstacy turned into a scowl as he looked at Emma. “Are you turning my brother against me now?”
She just shrugged. “I saw a business opportunity.”
She leaned over and drank more, keeping her eyes focused on Killian as his did that thing where they lingered on her lips again. Was this really what their relationship had come to? Trading jabs over ice cream cocktails at a bar?
And yet, after the day Emma had, she didn’t mind it. She liked teasing him like this. In fact, she liked alot of things about him. She liked the way he responded to her teasing. She liked the way he smiled at her comebacks. She was definitely impressed with how he looked in that black outfit of his, no matter how infuriating it was that he could keep it so clean.
Killian finally cleared his throat to gain some composure. “Well, if you want to talk business, Swan.”
He gave her one his trademark eyebrow raises and reached over to the box next to him. He lifted the lid just high enough for Emma to see all the cupcakes inside. They all looked amazing. Killian’s decorating skills were ridiculous. Then he set a dark cupcake down in front of her.
“Winter ale cupcake with a stout frosting. Tell me what you think.”
“Really?” she asked skeptically.
He seemed undeterred, giving her a warm smile in return. “Go ahead, and be brutally honest. I know you won’t hold back.”
“And not to sway you one way or another,” Liam said. “But we sold out of yesterday’s batch in an hour.”
She looked at the bartender, who simply smiled and grabbed the box of cupcakes off the bar and took them to the back. Emma turned to the cupcake, pulling the wrapper down to expose the moist cake inside. It looked amazing – fluffy and light with just the right amount of frosting. Some cupcake makers added too much frosting, but Killian had a knack for getting the right balance. Dammit again, it was so annoying that he was so good at this. And he opened the shop only six months ago! Crazy prodigy baker always dressed in black.
She stared at the cupcake a bit longer and then finally took a bite. Damn, it was good. Great flavors that weren’t overwhelming. The frosting and cake complimenting each other so well. If she wasn’t being watched, she would’ve quickly stuffed the rest of it in her mouth at once.
But she was being watched. She couldn’t see his eyes – she was still staring at the cupcake. But she could feel his glare. He was anticipating her response. Because for as much as they teased each other, as much as they were at odds – whether true or exaggerated – there was a mutual respect between them when it came to their crafts. Emma could give him some snarky comment in response, or she could just tell the truth.
She looked up to see him staring at her in anticipation. She couldn’t tease him about these.
“This is amazing.”
His face broke out into a huge smile. “Be honest, Swan. Do you really like them?”
She rolled her eyes. “It pains me to say it, but I honestly do.”
“Better or worse than the chocolate with the cinnamon frosting?”
“Couldn’t tell you. Never had one of those.”
She took another bite, the cake and frosting melting together in her mouth.
“That’s a lie,” Killian teased. “Granny said you bought half a dozen from her.”
Emma stopped eating as she stared at the man next to her. She loved Granny dearly, but that woman sold her out and told Killian her secret. And yes, she had in fact bought out all of Granny’s inventory of the chocolate cupcakes with cinnamon frosting. They were delicious. So what?
“Emma, you’ve got some frosting…”
His voice trailed off as he motioned on his face to a spot near his lips. She swiped at the spot, but it only caused Killian to laugh at her more.
“Hold on, let me help.”
“This is your fault,” she said. “You put too much frosting on this one.”
He didn’t have to say anything. The disbelieving look on his face said it all.
“OK, fine. It had the right amount of frosting.”
“Thank you,” he said as he reached for her. “And for the record, your apple cider ice cream is mind blowing.”
She could only stare at him. Mind blowing? He thought her ice cream was mind blowing? Wow. That was… quite the compliment from the cupcake king.
He swiped at the frosting on her face, his fingers warm against her cheek. “There,” he said quietly.
But instead of pulling away, his hand pulled her closer, his breath against her face. Then he kissed her. It was warm and gentle and sweet. So sweet. The buttercream frosting from the cupcake mixed with the apple cider ice cream on his lips. It was like kissing a heaven full of fall flavors.
He pulled away slightly, an awkward smile teasing at the corners of his lips. “Sorry, lass. I don’t know what came over me.”
She shook her head, trying to clear out the fog that seemed to have settled over her brain. “Um, it’s OK. It’s fine. Well, more than fine. It was, uh… Well, this cupcake is pretty magical or whatever I guess.”
The tension in Killian’s shoulders disappeared, his swagger back but with a genuine warmth in his smile.
“I’m glad you like it.” He leaned over and took another drink from his apple pie cocktail. “This, by the way, is bloody amazing.”
“Do you like it?” she asked. “It was actually Liam’s idea. He came into our shop after he had some of our ice cream at Granny’s.”
“Liam has a knack for finding new flavors for the bar.”
Emma looked down at her half eaten cupcake and smiled. Maybe Liam wasn’t the only one who could try new flavors. Maybe it was time for Emma to try something new, starting with Killian Jones.
She turned to Killian and smiled. “So were the winter ale cupcakes Liam’s idea?”
“Of course,” he replied in a dejected tone. “And he hasn’t let me forget it.”
Killian started talking about Liam’s ideas for spiked egg nog cupcakes for Christmas and Irish Creme cupcakes for St. Patrick’s Day. He talked about the bad batches he still made on occasion that would crumble instead of stick together. Emma suggested maybe using the broken cupcakes in a vanilla base for a new ice cream flavor. Then she talked about the latest cake batter flavors they were trying for the ice cream with Killian giving her tips on different ways to mix the ingredients she was using.
And sometime after midnight, he walked her out to her car and kissed her again, and his lips were just as sweet as before.
#ffcs 2018#fallforcs#captains swan#cs ff#cs ff au#blinddatewithafanfic#sparklinghourglass#sugar rush
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Sugar Rush
Summary: Emma Swan loves making ice cream – as long as her daily deliveries avoid Killian Jones and his cupcakes as much as possible. She doubts this is going to be the season for her to change her mind about the infuriatingly attractive and frustratingly talented owner of The Jolly Cupcake. But as the leaves change in the fall, is it possible her feelings could also morph into something else?
Rating: T
Notes: For @fallforcs, originally published as a blind date with a fic so you may have read it! Banner by @nicole-nikla -- thank you! If you like this, I'm also in the middle of the Captain Swan Big Bang so please catch up with Hide Your Love Away on AO3 or FF. I also have published two novels on Amazon. You can buy them here for less than the cost of a grande pumpkin spice latte (or less than a half gallon on Emma’s ice cream and one of Killian’s cupcakes).
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“Emma! Delivery is ready!”
Emma wiped her ice creamed hands on her apron and headed to the back of the store where Ingrid was standing in their kitchen, filling up a cooler with gallons of ice cream. She pulled off the apron and hung it on a nearby hook.
“How did the batches turn out?”
“Amazing, as usual,” Ingrid told her. “I really think your apple cider ice cream will be a hit.”
“I hope so,” she replied. “As long as we don’t get apples from the mayor’s tree, we’ll be fine.”
Ingrid gave her a teasing smile. “You act like they’re poisoned.”
Emma shrugged. “They might be. You never know.”
She was sure they probably weren’t, but the mayor was definitely more sour than sweet so she wasn’t about to test her theory.
Emma threw on her red leather coat and grabbed the cooler from the counter. “Granny’s first, right?”
“Yep! Tell her I said hi!”
Emma nodded and headed out the front door of Any Given Sundae to Granny’s Diner. She always loved walking down Storybrooke’s Main St. at this time of year. After two years here, she finally could call it home, which was something that still caught her off guard at times.
When she was younger, Ingrid had been her foster mother, caring for her as a teenager. But as with most teenagers, Emma had a problem with authority and ran away from Ingrid’s home. She went out on her own, eventually tracking down bail jumpers to make ends meet. It was fine until one in particular busted her arm. She still got her bounty but decided it may be a good time to try something different, and since she was so good at finding people, she decided to find Ingrid.
Her former foster mother had moved to a small town in Maine and opened a store specializing in homemade ice cream made on site. At first, she seemed surprised to see Emma, but quickly gave her a smile and a hug. The next thing Emma knew she was whipping up cream and sugar and whatever else Ingrid had decided to try for customers.
The store sold ice cream staples: chocolate, vanilla, cookies and cream. But it was really known for its more unusual or fun flavors, which brought people in from all over Maine. They were one of the first stores in the state to make cake batter ice cream from scratch, and Emma’s frozen hot chocolate ice cream was a favorite. She often encouraged customers to add a little shake of cinnamon from their toppings bar.
This month, Ingrid had encouraged Emma to come up with some good fall flavors. She whipped up the perfect batches of pumpkin spice ice cream and candied pecan ice cream. She also found some amazing apples at the local orchard and used them to create an amazing apple cider ice cream. It was just like drinking the real thing.
“This is the best one you’ve ever made,” Ingrid said when Emma finally let her try the recipe.
They quickly sold out of the first few batches, including a few gallons that Granny ordered for the diner.
Granny was one of their best customers, always putting in an order for gallons of vanilla ice cream to go along with her pies. The unique flavors were also a hit with customers who got a scoop included as part of the dinner special.
Emma’s feet crunched on the dry leaves in Granny’s courtyard, which made her smile. She swung the door open and walked in, taking a quick look at what the miners sitting at the counter were eating for lunch. Lots of lasagna, a few grilled cheeses, and Leroy’s heaping bowl of orange sherbert. He was definitely their best customer.
She headed back to the kitchen window where Granny was placing orders with the kitchen staff.
“Thank God you’re here,” she told Emma. “We just ran out of vanilla. I thought a cupcake/ice cream combo would be a hit, but it was way too popular at lunch today.”
Emma gave her a perplexed look. “What kind of combo?” she asked.
“Delicious cupcakes with ice cream, Swan! In fact, I’m here to drop off a new batch myself.”
Emma scowled. She recognized that voice and was not surprised when she turned to see its owner leaning against the counter with a smug grin on his face next to Granny’s cake plate stocked full of cupcakes.
Killian Jones.
She had no idea why the cupcake store owner insisted on wearing all black. It seemed so impractical for a cake maker who was constantly around flour and sugar, but he made it look effortless. Emma was always picking sugar out of her hair or cleaning spilled cream off her clothes. His clothes were immaculate and made her mouth water.
She would never tell him that second part. Because honestly, everyone knew that man was gorgeous. But not everyone recognized the feud there was between Any Given Sundae and The Jolly Cupcake. Hell, even Ingrid thought Emma’s belief that The Jolly Cupcake was a rival was overblown.
“Sweet treats can co-exist in this town,” Ingrid once told her. “I don’t know why you have such a grudge against one of them.”
Because one of them was run by an infuriating man. He was gorgeous and successful and, dammit, his cupcakes were amazing. His flavors were special and perfectly balanced between the cake and the icing. It was annoying.
He was annoying.
Emma gave the smiling baker a once over and sighed. “Jones.”
“What did you bring with you today, Swan?” He swaggered over and pushed into her personal space. “I do hope it’s deletable.”
Emma just rolled her eyes. “Of course, it is. I made it.” Her eyes darted over to the cake plate on the counter. “What about you?”
“Delightful as always,” he said with a wicked smile. “Would you like to try a maple brown sugar cupcake? Or perhaps a dark chocolate one with cinnamon icing? I hear it’s a favorite of yours.”
Emma’s mouth was watering from the cupcakes and Killian’s voice was heating up other parts of her body. Dammit, why did a rival who pressed her buttons have to be so delicious as he did it?
“They sound fine.”
Emma grabbed the empty cooler sitting in the pick-up window from the kitchen and started to head out.
“I thought we were sharing, lass?” Killian asked as she walked by. “What new concoction did you whip up?”
“Ice cream,” she yelled back.
“Sounds tasty! I can’t wait to lick it up!”
Emma was thankful to hear the door close behind her as she pushed her way into the chilled fall day outside. She needed a little air to cool off after that meeting with Killian.
Of course, she was going to go back to Granny’s and try that chocolate cupcake with cinnamon icing. What kind of person wouldn’t want that? But there was no way in hell she was ever going to tell Killian she did it. Just like there was no way she was ever going to tell him about her taste tests of several other flavors she quietly snuck out of Granny’s Diner over the past few months. It would be better to not inflate his ego anymore than it already was.
xxx
Apparently, today was not Emma’s day. As soon as she got back to the store, Ingrid sent her out on another ice cream run, this time to Hansel and Gretel’s candy shop. She had no problem with the brother-and-sister duo, probably because neither of them was as infuriatingly attractive as Killian Jones.
Which is why she was so frustrated when she ran into him -- literally -- as she was leaving the candy shop.
“Careful with the cupcakes, Swan. You wouldn’t want to smash my treats.” He leaned in and gave her a wicked grin. “Or perhaps you would.”
Emma rolled her eyes. Infuriating.
(Also, she wouldn’t mind smashing his treats. Also, that made her frustrated. Again.)
But there was one place where she could really throw him off his game: The Rabbit Hole.
Emma smiled as the bar’s owner, Liam Jones, poured his creamy concoction into two glasses, adding straws to both of them.
“OK, let me know what you think of that,” he said as he grabbed his own off the bar.
It only took a few sips before Emma moaned in delight. “This is amazing, Liam.”
“Hey!”
Emma smiled. Once again, she recognized the voice. “Hey, Killian. What’s up?”
He put down a large white baker’s box on the bar and pulled the bar stool out from right next to her. “Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, Swan. What are you doing here?”
“Just drinking.”
Her lips curled dramatically around the straw again and she took another drink. She could tell it had the effect she wanted on Killian. His eyes trailed down to her mouth, his jaw did that thing where he flexed it whenever he was tense. She could play this game all night.
“Here, try this, brother.”
Liam put a glass down in front of Killian and poured some more of his experiment into it. Killian gave the glass an odd look and then did as he was told, his long lashes fluttering shut as he drank.
“Bloody hell,” he finally said. “What is that?”
“An apple pie. It’s apple cider ice cream from Any Given Sundae mixed with vanilla vodka. It’s great, right?”
Killian’s ecstacy turned into a scowl as he looked at Emma. “Are you turning my brother against me now?”
She just shrugged. “I saw a business opportunity.”
She leaned over and drank more, keeping her eyes focused on Killian as his did that thing where they lingered on her lips again. Was this really what their relationship had come to? Trading jabs over ice cream cocktails at a bar?
And yet, after the day Emma had, she didn’t mind it. She liked teasing him like this. In fact, she liked alot of things about him. She liked the way he responded to her teasing. She liked the way he smiled at her comebacks. She was definitely impressed with how he looked in that black outfit of his, no matter how infuriating it was that he could keep it so clean.
Killian finally cleared his throat to gain some composure. “Well, if you want to talk business, Swan.”
He gave her one his trademark eyebrow raises and reached over to the box next to him. He lifted the lid just high enough for Emma to see all the cupcakes inside. They all looked amazing. Killian’s decorating skills were ridiculous. Then he set a dark cupcake down in front of her.
“Winter ale cupcake with a stout frosting. Tell me what you think.”
“Really?” she asked skeptically.
He seemed undeterred, giving her a warm smile in return. “Go ahead, and be brutally honest. I know you won’t hold back.”
“And not to sway you one way or another,” Liam said. “But we sold out of yesterday’s batch in an hour.”
She looked at the bartender, who simply smiled and grabbed the box of cupcakes off the bar and took them to the back. Emma turned to the cupcake, pulling the wrapper down to expose the moist cake inside. It looked amazing -- fluffy and light with just the right amount of frosting. Some cupcake makers added too much frosting, but Killian had a knack for getting the right balance. Dammit again, it was so annoying that he was so good at this. And he opened the shop only six months ago! Crazy prodigy baker always dressed in black.
She stared at the cupcake a bit longer and then finally took a bite. Damn, it was good. Great flavors that weren’t overwhelming. The frosting and cake complimenting each other so well. If she wasn’t being watched, she would’ve quickly stuffed the rest of it in her mouth at once.
But she was being watched. She couldn’t see his eyes -- she was still staring at the cupcake. But she could feel his glare. He was anticipating her response. Because for as much as they teased each other, as much as they were at odds -- whether true or exaggerated -- there was a mutual respect between them when it came to their crafts. Emma could give him some snarky comment in response, or she could just tell the truth.
She looked up to see him staring at her in anticipation. She couldn’t tease him about these.
“This is amazing.”
His face broke out into a huge smile. “Be honest, Swan. Do you really like them?”
She rolled her eyes. “It pains me to say it, but I honestly do.”
“Better or worse than the chocolate with the cinnamon frosting?”
“Couldn’t tell you. Never had one of those.”
She took another bite, the cake and frosting melting together in her mouth.
“That’s a lie,” Killian teased. “Granny said you bought half a dozen from her.”
Emma stopped eating as she stared at the man next to her. She loved Granny dearly, but that woman sold her out and told Killian her secret. And yes, she had in fact bought out all of Granny’s inventory of the chocolate cupcakes with cinnamon frosting. They were delicious. So what?
“Emma, you’ve got some frosting…”
His voice trailed off as he motioned on his face to a spot near his lips. She swiped at the spot, but it only caused Killian to laugh at her more.
“Hold on, let me help.”
“This is your fault,” she said. “You put too much frosting on this one.”
He didn’t have to say anything. The disbelieving look on his face said it all.
“OK, fine. It had the right amount of frosting.”
“Thank you,” he said as he reached for her. “And for the record, your apple cider ice cream is mind blowing.”
She could only stare at him. Mind blowing? He thought her ice cream was mind blowing? Wow. That was… quite the compliment from the cupcake king.
He swiped at the frosting on her face, his fingers warm against her cheek. “There,” he said quietly.
But instead of pulling away, his hand pulled her closer, his breath against her face. Then he kissed her. It was warm and gentle and sweet. So sweet. The buttercream frosting from the cupcake mixed with the apple cider ice cream on his lips. It was like kissing a heaven full of fall flavors.
He pulled away slightly, an awkward smile teasing at the corners of his lips. “Sorry, lass. I don’t know what came over me.”
She shook her head, trying to clear out the fog that seemed to have settled over her brain. “Um, it’s OK. It’s fine. Well, more than fine. It was, uh… Well, this cupcake is pretty magical or whatever I guess.”
The tension in Killian’s shoulders disappeared, his swagger back but with a genuine warmth in his smile.
“I’m glad you like it.” He leaned over and took another drink from his apple pie cocktail. “This, by the way, is bloody amazing.”
“Do you like it?” she asked. “It was actually Liam’s idea. He came into our shop after he had some of our ice cream at Granny’s.”
“Liam has a knack for finding new flavors for the bar.”
Emma looked down at her half eaten cupcake and smiled. Maybe Liam wasn’t the only one who could try new flavors. Maybe it was time for Emma to try something new, starting with Killian Jones.
She turned to Killian and smiled. “So were the winter ale cupcakes Liam’s idea?”
“Of course,” he replied in a dejected tone. “And he hasn’t let me forget it.”
Killian started talking about Liam’s ideas for spiked egg nog cupcakes for Christmas and Irish Creme cupcakes for St. Patrick’s Day. He talked about the bad batches he still made on occasion that would crumble instead of stick together. Emma suggested maybe using the broken cupcakes in a vanilla base for a new ice cream flavor. Then she talked about the latest cake batter flavors they were trying for the ice cream with Killian giving her tips on different ways to mix the ingredients she was using.
And sometime after midnight, he walked her out to her car and kissed her again, and his lips were just as sweet as before.
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Feel it still.// Ch.1
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“I still can’t believe she is kicking you out.”
You take a big sip of your coffee and nod as your friend, Michela, finally catches up on the big news. You glance out of the boutique café, people are crossing the sidewalk. The guys in the fancy suits are probably on their way to the nearest restaurant for a lunch break; a group of teenagers messing with each other.
You reply to her without taking your eyes off the street. “She’s a bitch! Even after everything she’s done, I didn’t kick her ass out, but just because her girlfriend doesn’t like me, now I have to find a new place. “
You moved into a small condo on the other side of the city a half and years before, but thanks to the economy, the rent kept getting higher and higher for you to pay it without eating bread for the rest of the month and well, as anyone with the same problem would do, you rent the other room. At first, there was no problem; Maria was just the kind of girl who knew how to have fun, she was a few years younger than you, still in college but it didn’t matter at all. After meeting a girl named Lisa at a frat party a few weeks ago, well, they became a couple quickly after. You, of course, tried to respect their honey moony relationships as much as you could which meant that you stayed out of their sight and gave the couple some alone time since all they did was eat, sleep and mostly fuck. But quickly after her girlfriend started to piss you off; you already knew Maria was messy, it was easier to pick up after her rather than confront her about it, and history was full of your failed attempts to convince her to tidy around. But Lisa, she was something else; she acted like she never heard of the detergent or trashcan before. They were turning the condo into a piece of crap; one day, after your shift at the bar, all you wanted was to find a clean and quiet home, but as you walked into the loud party which you weren’t informed of, things got pretty problematic quickly. Hence Maria did pay most of the rent, she had this idea of overpowering you, and oh boy, she was wrong.
“You can stay with me if you want.”
You look at your childhood friend, Michela and you have been friends since you were nine years old, and shake your head no. “What, no, your roommates are even worse than Maria.”
“Well, what are you going to do then? Can you even rent a flat on your own? “You roll your eyes to her question. You are twenty-five, but your hands still tremble every time you have to check your bank account. Of course, you aren’t broke but don’t earn enough to have the luxury of living alone either. You check the wristwatch your mother gave you as an 18th birthday gift only to notice that your shift is going to start in one hour.
"I don’t know. There has to be someone who’s looking for a roommate, right. I looked at ads on the internet all night, they were full of crap, but at the end of the tenth page, I think I found one. We’re going to meet at Varuna. “
"Okay, that’s a good idea; I’ll send you if I can find a good one in case this one goes wrong.”
You give her a nod with gratitude as you stand up and wear the leather jacket you placed on your chair, “If your friend doesn’t want to live in a cardboard box, she should go and earn some money. I’ll see you at Varuna later tonight. “
You lean over to kiss her left cheek before you grab your cardboard coffee mug, and Michela yells at after you, "Be careful, try not to kill anyone.”
//xxx//
You stop wiping out the wooden counter, it is all shiny and clean from spilled beer, and check the time. The clock on the wall shows nine o'clock, and there is still no word from the people you are supposed to meet.
“What are you thinking about?” David, who got the job a few months after you, asks; his hands full of empty beer bottles he picked up. He is a cool guy, you became good friends in a short time, and he’s fun to work with. “The possibility of living in a cardboard box in the back alley…”, you answer with a big sigh, even the idea of it makes you shiver.
“You know the couch in my living room is always available to you, right? It’s warmer, more comfortable, and safer than the box. "
"Thank you, Dave, I appreciate your offer, I really do, but I can’t stay on your couch.” You grab one of the cold beer bottles and he rolls his eyes at you.”I’ve already spent the last few days at your house.“
You leave the semi-full beer on the counter and pat his back before a group of women walks towards you to order drinks.
Most of the nights, the bar is crowded; full of patient customers. But tonight is different, as you can’t understand where all of these college kids suddenly find this place, David comes back with another orange juice bottle; tonight's favorite drink to order is apparently some sort of a cocktail, a mix of orange juice and vodka. You lean forward to hear what this young girl is trying to order but it’s too loud to understand her. She does her best to make herself loud and clear but Rihanna is louder than her. It takes a couple of minutes more to figure out she just wants to close her tab and you let David take care of it. You are tired; it’s less than an hour before your shift is over.
The man sitting on a barstool lifts his empty glass and you walk to your left to refill it. You take another sip of your glass full of vodka; being a bartender has privileges, and you love it. "I mean, I love her, you know? Even though she cheated on me, I want to go to her and beg until she takes me back. “
From the moment he walked through the bar door, he is telling his problems with his girlfriend, or his ex-girlfriend. You can’t take it anymore and put your hands on the counter to lean over him.“Dude, if you want a piece of advice; leave that girl behind.”
That is just one of the phrases that you had to memorize to tell troubled customers. The other ones are, “This will pass.” “I’m sorry for your loss.” “So your boyfriend dumped you, too bad.” He sighs heavily and you know he would continue to talk about it until he can’t even remember his name. Your problems are enough; you don’t need to listen to others.
“Hey, baby! Please give me a drink, anything.” Michela sits down on the empty stool and leaves her handbag on the counter. “The shooting took so long, I am exhausted. I don’t get paid enough to boss around by newbie photographers. ”
She chugs the tequila shot you put in front of her and grimaces as the liquid burns her throat on the way down. You lift your hand, “Slow down, girl.”
“How are you doing?” she asks you, clearly feeling better after the shot.
“I still have a chance to live in a cardboard box. The person I was supposed to meet didn’t show up.”
You watch Michela taking her phone out and she turns it over to you, you squint at its bright screen to see it better. “Then you’ll be delighted to see that. I found the perfect place for you. “
It is an ad for a condo a few blocks away from the bar; you scroll down to read the information and hear someone calling out for her. "Yeah, yeah, you want a beer, wait for a fucking minute! “
The rooftop apartment was nice, nicer than you expected; the empty room is spacious and has a big window. According to the description, the walls are painted in Palladian blue and have Zambaiti Parati wallpapers. You can’t help but think that whoever wrote it is interested in decorating; because you have no fucking idea what Zambaiti Parati is. "Is it weird that the rent so cheap for such a beautiful place? It would be terrible to meet a pervert or a person living with five hundred cats. “
Michela takes her phone back as she rolls her eyes, “I think we’re talking about a cute girl here. Haven’t you read it? It’s not like something a maniac would write. And you don’t have many options so you should definitely check it out. What more do you have to lose? “She is right; you literally have nothing to lose.
//xxx//
The next day, you’re on the sidewalk across the apartment building, it looks like an old building, you’d be suspicious if it were a rich-looking one, but it is clear that it has recently been redecorated. After a quick elevator ride, you find 4A, but before ringing the doorbell you do your best to make yourself presentable; your clothes are wrinkled and you still smell like heavy alcohol even though you changed your shirt with what Michela gave you and put deodorant. You just hope that they don’t think you are an alcoholic. You take another deep breath and repeat yourself, “It’s all going to be okay.” A couple of seconds later, a blondish, six feet tall man opens the door and you smile at him, “Hi! I’m Y/N. I’m here for the ad. We’ve talked on the phone, texted actually. ”
He gives you a nod and moves aside and you take it as a sign to enter. The flat fascinates you as you stepped in; it is decorated with simple, elegant furnishings, and it has an open floor concept with big windows from the ceiling to the floor. On your left, there is a hallway; probably the bedrooms are over there. You stop staring around as he introduces himself, “I’m Steve, by the way.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Steve. You have an amazing condo.” He walks to the kitchen area and opens the cabinet to grab two cups, he points at the coffee machine next to the fridge and you nod at his offer. He leans his back against the kitchen counter and takes a sip of his coffee after he leaves yours on the kitchen island. You study him head to toe; he is a masculine man and has the same body type as a fitness model, you wonder if it’s his job since he looks like one. Michela would eat him up if she wasn’t so busy to join you, but he’s not your type.
“Thank you, I could show you the room if you like.” he clears his throat and your cheeks turn bright red for getting caught while staring at him.
“Um, that would be great!”
“Dude, you should’ve seen how Sam struggled with the birds on the rooftop.” Before you take another step behind Steve to the bedroom, two men walk in through the open door, you only realize that there is a balcony door next to the armchair on your left. They notice you and stand still at the same time you turn to look at them. One of them is African-American, probably in his early thirties, and has a stern expression on his face. The other one looks much younger, he has shoulder-length black hair and he is also shirtless; he first arches his left eyebrow and then gives you a snarky smile. “See Sam, our boy finally meets a beautiful girl.”
You frown and open your mouth to clear this misunderstanding but before you can even say a word, Steve folds his arms over his chest and coughs, “Guys, this is Y/N, she is here to see the room. And this jackass is Bucky. ”
“Oh is she? That’s better news. “Bucky puts his hands on the pockets of his black jeans after you shake hands; it is so clear that he is a total playboy, no need to rocket science to understand that.
"Sorry, we’re not looking for a female roommate.” You turn your head to look at Sam who by the way never spoke since he walked in. His arms are crossed over his chest, and he’s staring at you, you feel like he could kill you with his gaze.
You try to hide your frustration behind a bitter smile; you really liked the place and didn’t think you’d be rejected. “Um, I should get going then, nice to meet you all.”
"Wait, wait! Let’s not rush this one.” Bucky stops you at the door, he looks at his friends, mostly Sam, over his shoulder and then turns you around with himself, you have no choice but to walk back in with him, “Why don’t you look at the room while we discuss? See if it’s good for you, I’m sure you’ll like it though.”
”Really?” you ask surprised, keeping your eyes especially away from Sam. ”Okay, where’s it? “
"It’s at the end of the hall, the door on the right,” Steve replies as he points with his index finger.
It is ten minutes after you left the guys alone to check the room; you all are back in the living room. They are sitting on the big grey L-shaped couch, and you chose the armchair across from them. Sam doesn’t seem too happy about the final decision and it gives you hope.
“When I first saw the ad, I thought you were a girl.” Steve lifts his eyebrows as he tries to understand what that’s supposed to mean, you clear your throat, “Well… It isn’t something that a man like you would write. I think it’s cool that you know the color of the Palladian blue. “
"I told you to not write that.” Bucky says with a big grin forming on his lips and Steve glances at him and tells something about how much he hates the phrase, “I told you so,”
“So, what do you do? If we’re going to live in the same house, I think we need to know you better. “Sam puts an end to their bickering and you think an answer to his question. You, of course, want to impress them but you can’t figure out what their reaction would be when they learn about your job. They don’t look like they would be judging type, for you there is nothing wrong, but still well except Sam; you have to be careful with your answer until you get the keys.
"Well, I am a bartender; I’ve been working in a bar that’s not far from here. I’m twenty-five; I don’t have a boyfriend or a pet. “You tell them in one breath before they ask another question about your personal life.
“You work at Varuna, right? Now I know why you are so familiar. We usually hang out there, I saw you there a few times. ” You look at Bucky; you can’t remember seeing these three men before. But the bar is usually so crowded, even if you saw them before, you just wouldn’t remember. So you decide to play along and nod at him as you push a lock of your hair behind your ear.
“Guys, I don’t want to rush your decision but my shift is about to start. So am I renting the room or not?” you ask after you check the time.
“Are drinks on you to celebrate?” You grin at your new roommates when Steve asks you. You feel so relieved that you want to cry right there. You all stand up and walk to the door after you say, “Of course!” Steve grabs the keys in the bowl on the cabinet before taking his jacket and hands the keychain to you.
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Renee
*my jaw nearly drops as I read his text, feeling like this had to be some sort of joke, maybe Harrison took Tom’s phone or something and was playing a trick on me?* *I was about to type a message back but I stop when I see the little typing bubble re-appear, literally bouncing in my seat from the anticipation, my heart fluttering at his second text, him being such a gentleman that it made my head spin* *he was always so concerned with everyone else around him, feeling like he was distracting me from my friends, like he wasn’t the most important thing to me right now* *I bite my lip as I type out my reply* ‘I love being there with you so you wouldn’t be taking advantage… And no worries about my girls, they’re all coupled up for the night. I’m sat at the bar waiting for the signal to go home so this is a very pleasant distraction :) xxx’ *I read over the message, debating adding ‘and the kids’ onto the part about loving to be there, but he was making me feel more confident in voicing my opinions… along with the shots of tequila and few mixed drinks I had tonight* *I press the send button before looking to the bartender and ordering myself another vodka cranberry, so worried that this conversation could end at any moment because I said something stupid or stepped over a line*
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*i knew in this moment when I was clutching my phone and waiting anxiously for your reply that my feelings for you were far gone professionalism, I wanted you, and I had done for such a long time, everything you did with the kids made me melt but there was another aspect to it, something I hadn't felt since their mum but it was burning white hot in my chest and only building, feeling like I was going insane because I spent every moment, waking or not, thinking about you and wanting to see you, the fact I was letting this in felt like it was overwhelming me all at once* *my eyes soften in fondness as I imagine how pretty you looked just sat at the bar, wondering how you didn't have a boyfriend yourself, the image of me being there popping into my head and realising I could go and pick you up, that would be acceptable right? it would mean I could see you and help you out and now the idea had popped up I couldn't let it go* 'Good, I'm glad xxx' *sends in respond to you saying you loved being here with me, stomach in knots as I type out a second text* 'Do you want a lift home? I can come and pick you up if you're ready to leave xx' *knows I was past being professional now, I just wanted to see you*
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‘Viiking Beverages leads the Indian beverage industry with our alcoholic and non-alcoholic brands’
Viiking Ventures Pvt. Ltd., incorporated in 2008, is a major conglomerate with business verticals ranging in FMCG products, hospitality, beverages, realty & infrastructure, fitness, entertainment, etc. Viiking Beverages, the company’s beverage arm, established in 2009 by actor Sachiin Joshi, Chairman of Viiking Venture Pvt. Ltd., has a distinctive range of both non-alcoholic and alcoholic beverages. The brands under Viiking Beverages are quite popular in India and are well received overseas too. Joshi conversed with Akshay Nayak in detail about Viiking Ventures’ and its beverage arm’s expansion plans in India and abroad.
Q. Being an actor by profession, what inspired you to enter into the hospitality industry?
Acting has always been my passion since I was a kid. However, business comes naturally to me. From the very beginning of my career, I had a keen eye on different aspects of a business like marketing, sales & distribution, company management, etc. I love to travel and see new places and stay in different types of properties. Hence, I decided that Viiking Ventures should also get into the hospitality segment of India.
Viiking Ventures’ hospitality vertical – Viiking Hospitality has some of the renowned brands such The Beatle Hotel– A 4-Star Business Hotel in Powai and also has successfully been able to get some of the international brands to India such as Playboy Lifestyle Ltd. and Planet Hollywood resorts.
Playboy Lifestyle Ltd. is Playboy’s sole license holder for all Playboy locations and formats in India. Planet Hollywood Resort, Goa is the second Planet Hollywood Resort in the World and is the first franchise to Goa.
Q. With setting the bar high for millennials by bringing Playboy Lifestyle & Planet Hollywood resorts in India, who is your target audience for your future expansion plans? What similar developments are you planning in the coming years?
We had signed a franchise agreement with Wyndham Hotel Group, which has a license agreement to franchise the Planet Hollywood brand in India. We also have an unconditional license to launch Playboy-branded clubs, cafes, lounges, pubs, beer gardens, hotels, signature events and merchandise in the country. For Playboy, we are targeting the urban metro audience whereas; the USP of Planet Hollywood is the ambience that we have created to attract national as well as international travellers. Going forward, we are looking at in process to open four more Plant Hollywood properties in India in the next one year.
We are delighted to have partnered with Dream Hotel Group and its dynamic team as this is another milestone to get an international brand in India. With Dream Hotel Group’s unprecedented growth and high-velocity expansion, we are looking to introduce new hotels and resorts to our existing portfolio in the coming years. India is among the fastest-growing economies and we are excited to take the hospitality industry in this country to new heights.
Q. Being so young and having entered the Alcobev industry early, what initial challenges & support did you come across to acquire and introduce various Alcobev brands in India?
Viiking Beverages is one of the leading beverage companies in India with a varied portfolio of alcoholic and non-alcoholic brands. Alcoholic brands that include Goa Kings Pilsner Beer, Goa Premium Beer, Go Kings Maxx – a lager strong beer, Royal Oak Premium Whiskey, SJJ XXX Vodka and XXX Vodka Mix whereas our non-alcoholic brands include XXX Energy Drink, Paani – Natural Mineral Water and Life – Packaged Drinking Water.
The liquor industry has been facing a huge amount of challenges because of the varied regulations and restrictions posed by the different states of the country. Another challenge that the industry faces is that of marketing the brand and products. There are steep regulations and restrictions when it comes to promoting alcoholic brands in India. When it comes to manufacturing of beer, the biggest challenge and an important factor to keep in mind is the quality of water available. Our beers are glycerin and gluten-free and are made using the highest quality of imported Hops. As for the other challenges involved is setting up a brewery as it includes government permissions, licenses and capital investment. The regulatory processes and policies also play an important role in setting up a new brewery, which varies from state-to-state in India. All these take up a lot of time, manpower, energy and investment before the business becomes operational.
Q. How flexible is the Indian Alcobev industry in India according to you? How are you looking to expand in this vertical in India?
A rapid increase in urban population is one of the key factors that is boosting and making the India alcohol market flexible. Traditionally, brown spirits have been targeted at the urban consumer. As such, increasing urban population coupled with factors such as increasing disposable income and growing preference for whiskies is expected to create avenues for growth of the alcohol market in India. As a result, the industry, I believe, will sharpen its focus on the premium part of the portfolio as they chase value rather than volume growth.
We already have a massive presence in India across more than 14 states currently and in the next few months we will be present pan India. For the next phase of expansion in India, we are looking at spreading our wings across the North Eastern Belt of India. We are also exporting our brands to the international markets of UAE, UK, Australia, Ivory Coast, Timor Leste and Nepal and are looking to expand our markets to the rest of the world as well.
Q. Which are the key markets & how are Tier-II & III cities serving as a market for Viiking Beverages? Which products are you trying to introduce in these regions?
The key markets vary from product to product. For example, the demand for our beers if high in Goa, Maharashtra and Delhi whereas with the launch of the new brandy we are looking to tap the southern parts of India as brandy is more favoured in that region. From an export point of view, we have been receiving very good response from Dubai, UK, USA and Australia.
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Chapter 31
Chloe's first month at Barden seemed to fly by. It felt like one minute she was unpacking her boxes into her dorm room, and the next she was having a hood pulled over her head and being dragged to one of the University's auditoriums. When it was ripped off she saw she was standing with a bunch of other confused girls. Both Aubrey and Stacie were amongst them.
Out of the shadows stepped a girl in a pristine Bellas uniform, and Chloe almost squealed with excitement.
They were each handed a blue and yellow Bellas scarf and asked to repeat some… weird things about Treblemakers and wolves. It was all very dramatic, but Chloe didn't care. She had made it into the Bellas with her best friends, just like they'd always planned.
"Okay ladies," Alice, their leader, said as they walked into their first hood night party. "Try not to act like sluts tonight. Anyone caught treble-boning will be kicked out."
"I guess that oath was serious," Aubrey said, as she, Chloe and Stacie made their way through the party, looking for someone they knew.
"It's not gonna be easy to follow that rule," Stacie said, before gesturing to her junk. "He's a hunter."
"It creeps me out when you call it a dude," Aubrey said, with a shudder.
They saw Jesse frantically waving them over. "Bellas!" He yelled.
"How much has he had to drink?" Chloe asked, laughing as he stumbled over the benches to get to them.
"Guess who's in Treble?!" He said. "I'm one of those a cappella boys your mothers warned you about."
"Actually you're one of those Treblemaker's we're not allowed to talk to," Chloe said, laughing. "We just swore an oath."
"Well that's lame," he said, frowning. "Did you swear this oath too Aubrey?"
"I'm afraid so," she said.
"Well I'm gonna go find Benji. He didn't swear an oath not to hang out with me," Jesse said, before he stormed off dramatically.
"I guess Benji's a Treble too," Aubrey said, spotting him in the crowd.
"So… No Treble-boning allowed, huh? How do you feel about that?" Chloe asked as they made themselves drinks. She hadn't drunk much since she'd been at college, but she had discovered that she hated beer and loved vodka with cranberry juice.
"What do you mean?" Aubrey asked, sticking with just soda. She hadn't taken to the whole drunken part of college. She had far too much work to do, and someone had to keep an eye on Chloe.
"Come on," Chloe said, grinning. "I know you and Jesse like each other."
Aubrey blushed. She looked behind her to make sure he wasn't in ear-shot. "I just think he's nice," she said.
"Ah ha," Stacie replied. "Sure. And Chloe and Beca are just good friends."
"Shut up," Aubrey said, laughing.
"Have you guys even talked about it?" Chloe asked.
Aubrey bit her lip and grinned. "We… We've discussed it. Before college started."
"And?" Stacie asked.
"We may be going on a date," she said, blushing furiously again. Chloe and Stacie both squealed in excitement. "A secret date!" She added, looking around in case Alice was nearby. "A very low key secret date that is no where near this campus."
"Oh my god this is so exciting!" Chloe said, clapping her hands. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well you and Beca were in your little bubble before college," Aubrey said. "Which is fine. I just didn't want to… interrupt it."
"You'd never be interrupting," she said, feeling guilty. She'd promised herself she wouldn't neglect their friendship after the last time, and she hated thinking she'd done it again.
"It's okay," Aubrey said. "We didn't want to make it a big deal."
"So what will you guys do now?" Stacie asked. "Alice looked pretty serious about the oath."
"I guess we'll just keep it a secret," Aubrey said. "I'll talk to him about it. He isn't the best at being subtle."
The girls carried on talking and drinking and soon found themselves dancing and singing with all the other a cappella people. Chloe was happy. She was having fun. She was having the college experience she'd dreamed about. And she didn't feel the vibrating of her phone in her pocket.
"Hi! Sorry I can't come to the phone right now! Leave a message!"
Chloe's chirpy answerphone message rang out of Beca's phone.
"Hey Chlo', I just wanted to say that I hope you're okay and that you're having fun. I saw Jesse's picture of all of you on Instagram so I wanted to say well done for getting into the Bellas. Just give me a call or text when you get this. Love you."
Beca ended the call and lay back down in bed. She looked back at the picture Jesse had posted. Aubrey, Stacie, and Chloe were all in front, grinning broadly. Jesse and Benji were behind them. They were all squashed together, trying to fit into the photo. All laughing at something one of them had said. The caption read 'a cappella nerds know how to party! #bardenbellas #treblemakers #acapellanewbies'
She scrolled through some more of his photos. There was one of him and Benji, posing in front of their Star Wars themed dorm room. Another of the two boys eating enormous burgers at a diner. A lot of the whole group either at diners or at parties or just hanging out together on campus. She was glad to see Chloe looking happily on all of them. She put her phone down on her chest and closed her eyes.
She missed them. Not just Chloe, but all her friends. Even before she'd gotten close to Chloe, Jesse and Benji were always there to drag her places. Now it was just her.
Chloe had been home to visit two weekends out of the four she'd been away, but she'd been busy catching up with her parents that Beca had only seen her for a night each time. She looked well. Tired but happy.
In the beginning they'd Skyped every night and had texted constantly, but once Chloe started getting busier with work and preparing for her Bellas audition, the texts and skype sessions became less frequent. And Beca wasn't angry, she just missed her. Chloe had spent most of her teenage life dreaming of going to Barden and joining the Bellas, and now she was there Beca didn't want to interrupt it.
So for now, she was content with the sporadic texts she got and the pictures they posted on social media.
She tried to keep herself busy. She had set up her desk and mixing equipment in the den and spent most of her day in there making music. Her plan was to work for a few months really perfecting her music and finding her sound before she started applying for jobs at record labels.
The trouble was, there was only one in Barden, and it happened to be the hardest one to get into. Residual Heat had produced some of Beca's favourite albums, and she was desperate to go and work there.
She wasn't sure when her dream of moving to L.A. to work had changed to staying in Barden and working at Residual Heat, but she assumes it had something to do with Chloe.
She didn't even remember making the decision not the move this year, but when she was researching record labels, she had all but skimmed past the ones in L.A.
Her phone buzzed on her chest and her heart leapt, thinking it might be Chloe.
Dad: Sheila and I forgot our keys can you come let us in?
Oh yeah, that had happened too. Sheila had moved in about a week ago, and Beca was glad. She liked Sheila, and it meant her dad wasn't away for days or weeks at a time.
She went downstairs to let them in.
"Thanks Becs, we didn't want to knock because Jasper would wake the whole neighbourhood up," he said.
"How was the movie?" Beca asked.
"Pretty good," her Dad said, helping Sheila out of her coat before taking his own off. "What have you been up to?"
"Nothing much," she said.
"Did you Skype Chloe?" Sheila asked.
"She, um, she had her Bellas initiation party tonight so we didn't get to," Beca said. "We're gonna try tomorrow." In truth, Beca had had no idea Chloe was at a party until she saw Jesse's picture. She had sent her a few texts asking if they were still on for Skype, but hand't gotten a reply. "I'm gonna head back to bed. I'll see you guys tomorrow."
They both said goodnight and Beca headed back to bed.
It was only 10pm, and she felt lame pulling on her pyjamas at this time. But there was nothing else for her to do, so she crawled into bed and tried to fall asleep. She put one of her mellow playlists on her phone, and tried not to cry as every song made her think about Chloe.
The rest of the month carried on like that. Chloe's texts became more and more infrequent, and she hadn't been home for weeks. Beca wondered if Chloe would be home for her birthday on Halloween, but she assumed she wouldn't.
She knew there was a big University Halloween party happening the Saturday before Halloween on campus, and that Chloe and the others would probably want to go to it. She knew they'd all be too tired and hungover to want to travel all the way home for a few hours the day after. She didn't mind. She had never liked having a big fuss on her birthday.
She was right.
She woke up at around 11am on her birthday to a phone full of text messages.
She smiled as she replied to them all, spending a little longer replying to Chloe's.
Chloe: I hate that I'm missing your birthday xxx
Beca: I know you do, but it's okay. You've got a lot of stuff on and from what I've seen on Facebook last night was a crazy party xxx
Chloe: God, I'm so hungover I never want to go to a party again. You should have come, Beca. I missed you xxx
A few days before they had finally managed to Skype each other. Chloe had begged her to come to the party the university was throwing, but Beca hadn't wanted to.
Beca: I'm sorry I wasn't there, but you know I'm not big on crowds and stuff. I miss you too xxx
Her dad knocked on her door before opening it.
"Hey Becs, Sheila and I are gonna take you out for lunch," he said.
"Why?"
"It's your birthday," he said.
"Sheila still hasn't gotten used to our low-key vibe has she?"
"No," he said. "She's determined to make us a proper family. Happy Birthday by the way."
"Thanks," she said. "I should probably get dressed then." She looked down at her phone once her dad had left and saw that Chloe had text her again.
Chloe: Did you get your present? xxx
Beca: Nope. I guess it will arrive tomorrow since there's no mail on Sundays? xxx
Chloe: Damn, I paid extra to make sure it would reach you by today xxx
Beca: I told you not to get anything for my birthday. You're a poor student, you need to save your cash. I gotta go, I need to get dressed my dad and Sheila are taking me out for lunch xxx
Chloe: Yeah I gotta go too. I need a nap before rehearsal. Love you xxx
Beca: Love you too xxx
Beca got dressed and headed downstairs. Her dad and Sheila were sitting at the kitchen table, a couple of cards and a present were waiting for her.
"Happy Birthday!" Sheila said before squeezing Beca into a hug.
"Thanks," Beca said, still not used to Sheila's happy, loving, personality.
"You wanna open these now or wait?" Her dad asked.
"I guess I'll open them now," she said. She opened the first card and a $50 note slid out.
'To Beca, Happy Birthday! Love Mom xx'
Beca had to re-read it to make sure it was real. Her thumb brushed over the hand-written 'Mom'. They had similar handwriting.
"Bec?"
"It's from my…" She cleared her throat. "It's from my Mom."
"Oh," her dad said, sitting back in his chair. "Well, good. It's about time you got some birthday cards from her."
"Yeah," Beca said, closing it and putting it back on the table. "I guess."
She opened another one from Chloe's parents which made her smile. Robbie and Aliza had clearly written their own names at the bottom. She'd have to remember to tell Chloe to thank them for her.
The third card was from her dad and Sheila.
She felt a small pang when she realised none of her friends had sent her a card, but then she figured that's what texting and Facebook was for, so she pushed it out of her mind.
She opened the present, which was a new mixing board from her dad and Sheila.
"Oh cool!" She said looking it over.
"It's the right one right?" Her dad asked.
"Yeah," Beca said. "This is awesome, thank you guys so much."
"You're welcome," her dad said, smiling. He checked his watch. "Ooh, we should get going."
They piled into her dad's car who drove them to Beca's favourite restaurant.
She tried to be happy as they ate and talked, but she was aware that her smile kept slipping. She missed Chloe. Really missed her. She had hoped that she'd see her today, since it had been a few weeks since she'd been home.
She noticed her dad kept checking his phone throughout the lunch, and seemed distracted when he was asked if they wanted a dessert menu.
"Huh? Dessert?" He checked his watch again. "Sure."
He kept ordering more drinks for them, even after Beca insisted she was full to bursting, and eventually paid the bill and left, a whole two and a half hours later.
When they got back to the house, Beca was so full and tired she wanted to take a nap, but her dad sent her into the den to grab a dvd.
"But I don't want to watch a movie," Beca moaned.
"Just get it please," he said.
She walked into the den and was hit by a shout of "Surprise!"
"Holy shit!" She shouted, jumping three feet in the air. "What the hell guys?!"
Chloe, Aubrey, Jesse, Stacie, Benji, and Fat Amy were all standing there, laughing at Beca's reaction. There were balloons everywhere and a Happy Birthday banner.
"Happy Birthday!" They shouted before she was pulled into an enormous group hug.
"You guys gave me a heart attack," she said, when they pulled away. "What are you all doing here?"
"Well we filled your house with balloons and shouted surprise, so I guess we're here for a root canal," Fat Amy said, rolling her eyes. "Why do you think we're here birthday girl?"
"No but you all have class tomorrow," Beca said, looking at them, still in shock.
"We can drive back up tonight," Jesse said.
"I… I don't know what to say," Beca said, laughing.
"Do you really think we would have missed your birthday?" Chloe asked, speaking for the first time. She sounded quieter than usual. And she looked a little tired. "Since you wouldn't come to the party last night, we brought it to you."
"But with much less alcohol and fewer costumes," Stacie said. "And less," she gestured to her chest, "cleavage on display."
"The afternoon is young," Jesse said with a wink. "This party could get wild."
They all laughed but for now, Beca only had eyes for Chloe.
"Told you I'd get your present to you on time," Chloe said, handing her a small package. Beca opened it and laughed when an t-shirt with 'I love Chloe' written on it fell out. Chloe unzipped her jacket and Beca saw she was wearing her 'I love Beca' t-shirt. "I also got you this," she said, before pulling her into a kiss.
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