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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 6 • 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽
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Warnings: language, some violence, some angst, Y/N is portrayed to have a slight anxiety attack, Some mafia style “interrogation”,
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You tried to move, but you were held down. Looking down to your lap, your legs and hands bound to a chair in the middle of a room you didn't recognize. In the distance you can make out a dark tall figure...but who was it? Mathew? Your father? wait.....he got closer and closer until he came into view. You could tell it was Noah, his face was muffled and blurred but all you could make out was....this strange and...sinister smile. One he had never done to you before. His hand was now on your throat! It was squeezing tighter and tighter! you try and shake from his hold, but he won't let go! You couldn't scream! You couldn't breath! You were scared, slipping and fading from your vision all you could see was that smile. Why was he smiling!? Why would he do this??!
You gasp awake in a cold sweat, you shoot upward sitting in bed, you head was spinning causing you to lean forward. Choking on your own air and spit as you try and calm yourself. Noah rushes into the room letting the door swing open. He climbs on the bed next to you and rubs your back
"Hey, hey, breath, come on slowly breath," he's close to your head to speak to you softly to try and keep your panic to a minimum. His other hand rests on your chest to apply some pressure to ground you. He could feel your heart thumping against your ribcage "ssshhh, shhh it's okay baby, I'm here. Just breath," he whispers as he slowly brings you to lean on him
You begin to bring you breathing down to a controlled level. His warmth, his heartbeat, his voice, it all grounded you again. His hand caresses and sooths you.
"I got you princess," he carefully lays you back down on the pillow and gets you comfortable again. He brushes your hair out of your face and dabs the sweat from your forehead.
"w-what...where am I..." you huff
"You're in bed...you're a little sick is all..." he said trying to sugar coat things as he caresses the back of your hand with his thumb. You try and recall the events from before. You head was thumping still and you felt nauseous.
"Can I have some water?" you asked feeling your mouth drier than ever. Noah reaches over for a glass of water he had ready. He helps you to sit up carefully and brings the glass to your lips, carefully tipping the glass so you're able to drink
"I could have done it myself you know" you try and joke
"well no, you are my wife, you are not well, let me care for you" a knock came to your door as a man peaks his head inside. "come on in" Noah answers as a man in a suit and white coat comes in. He walks up to the foot of your bed and says
"Good you're awake, you gave us quite the scare," he chimes as he makes his way over to your other side of the bed and reach his hand out to you "Go on and give it a squeeze, as hard as you can." doing as the doctor says you give his hand a squeeze, still feeling a little weak from before.
“Ah good, you're making quite the recovery, a bit slower than we'd want but progress no less,” The doctor chimes in “My name is Dr. Martin, I’ve been with Noah since he was a teenager. And now here I am treating you and on occasion his men.”
He walks over to a small table near the door, and reaches into his bag for a couple of items. He pulled out two boxes and walks back to you.
“ Tell me, Mrs. Sebastian, do you suspect you may be pregnant?” He asks
“I-uh, no, not at all.” he hands you both boxes
"Well I must ask are you sexually active?" he said with a straight face
"Y-yes..." you blush
"Then we must take the precaution before moving on," you sigh and turn to one side of the bed Noah stands up to help you out of bed. You thought it wouldn't be necessary and simply just stood up, however the rushed motion knocked you off balance and you stumble. Noah catches you and lets you lean on him for support as he walked you to the bathroom. He walks with you inside and lifts you on to the sink. Grabs the boxes and looks them over
"one is store bought the other is a hospital test....do you want me in here with you?"
"What are you gonna watch me pee?" you raise a brow at him as you take out one of the tests
"Well I mean....I've seen more than that so," he shrugged with a smirk
"ugh, just wait outside okay? I'll be fine," he gives you a quick peck to the nose and glances over his shoulder once more before shutting the door. Hopping off of the cool percaline sink you walk over to the toilet and get to the test. After taking it now you had to wait 3 minutes. Great. As you stare at the test so many things ran through your head. You sat on the floor with the test facing down not sure about the feelings you had towards it.
What if it was positive? How long would you have been pregnant for?? Did all this stress harm the baby?...did you even want to have a baby so soon? Did Noah?? A baby in the mafia? Was that even safe?
A knock brought you back to reality "hey, you alright in there?" it was Noah "It's been a good 10 minutes you know-"
"It's only been 4," Dr. Martin added
"Oh shut up!" Noah argues back followed by Martin chuckling
"4 minutes..." you repeat to yourself. You reach for the test and take a deep breath in, and out. You take a hold of the test and close your eyes. You bring it up to your eye level and let out a shaky breath, you could feel your heart pounding as if it were to burst from your chest. Your hands becoming humid and sweaty. You mentally count down to finally rip the band aid off
3.... 2........ 1...........
negative.
"oh..." you feel your body lose the tension it was holding on to. You jaw unclenched and you feel as though you could breath easily now. It was negative, you were not pregnant, there was no baby. You get up off the floor. You check the other test the doctor had given you and it had given you the same results of a negative test.
"Y/N? I'm coming in-" you open the door before he could make a move "Oh you're done, so....what does it say?" he asked
"Negative….no baby" you shrug and you see his shoulders relax in something like disappointment? Did he want it to be positive?
"Ah very good. Which means you are in the clear to take any medication when and if needed." Martin begins to pack his things "For now lots of bed rest, and no more opening letters" he joking points at you. Noah shakes his hand and he lets himself out of the room. Now that Dr. Martin had mentioned letters you were starting to recall the events that lead up to here. The letter, the phone call you overheard…should you tell Noah you heard him? Should you even ask to see the contract for yourself?
“What are you thinking my little flower” Noah asked coming to caress you face with fingers
"well the....the letter was one thing but there was something else...." you admit as you shift your weight from leg to the other. You weren’t sure how he would react to the question, or if he would be open about it, and just give you an answer. Maybe it was best to bring the topic on gently. He continues to focus on you and his own silent way of letting you continue what you were going to say.
“W-well…. After I had seen the letter, I went to look for you in your office to tell you what I had read. But once I got to the door, you were in the middle of a conversation and he sounded pretty pissed….” You start off, testing the waters
“Mhm…go on,”
“….i” you back out “ I just heard that you were really pissed and I didn’t want to get you more upset by telling you I opened the letter…”
Shit. Why didn’t I say anything? I should’ve just told him and asked him what it was about. We aren’t like how we were before he’s more open with me now. Right?
You scolded yourself in your head for not speaking up and telling him exactly what you wanted to know. But you’re given temporary comfort by a smile he gives you to reassure you that he wouldn’t have made him upset if he came to tell him.
“Oh flower, you never piss me off as much as the other heads our my men. The next time you have an issue I want you to come and tell me okay?” he said, as he caress your face with his thumb. His phone buzzed, and he took a look at his screen. With a quick glance to his watch, he sighs in slight annoyance.
“ something come up I gotta get down to the pier. I don’t know what time I’ll be home, but if I’m home late, don’t stay up late for me okay?”
You gave him a certain look, and he knew exactly what it was. You’re feeling a bit worried, especially because of what had happened in the past couple of hours. Luckily, Noah was one to act on the scene and prevent something before it even happens. He had some of his security on the property, making sure no one was to get close to the house. Any, and all male was now to be delivered to his building instead of his home.
“ listen I got some men outside they’re watching the place. And I’ve got jolly in here and his armed in case of anything all right? I’ll be back before you know it.��� he holds your tenderly in his hands into your eyes he lays a gentle firm kiss to your lips. he lingers a bit before he has to pull away and leave the house. You were left standing in the room on your own, still thinking over what he had said, and what you didn’t say.
You decide and take a look outside, it was cloudy and looked as if the sky was about to pour. Looking down at the ground, you can see Noah’s security, walking the ground armed. It looked like if somewhere were to try and get in, they’ll be shot down in mere seconds. In some sense, it gave you some sense of security.
Go to the mirror and look yourself over. You looked tired, but also uneasy and lost. You rubs your hands over your face and grab one of your sweaters and wrap it around your body. You head out of the room and make you ways down the stairs. On the first floor you find ___ sleeping on his little dog bed. You leave him be to relax and head to the kitchen.
You knock on the doorway softly and Vilma whips around
"Oh Y/N You're alright!" he claps softly and walks to you and embraces you "Oh dear, you had me so worried! I thought I had killed you some how, lord!" she sighs deeply with a hand over her chest
"You Vilma? Unless it's with your amazing cooking, you would never" you smile at her
"You look tired dear, how about some nice tea?" she offered and you nod happily, you take a seat and listen to Vilma tell you another one of her stories as the rains started to pour outside. As Vilma got to work you look out the window as the rain drums against the glass, wondering where this was heading. What would become of you and Noah. What was going on with the contract that made him so upset?
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“Get him up,” Noah demands as a man strapped to a wooden chair had fallen over due to a very strong punch. Noah observes his knuckles and how they were starting to become raw from the punches. By this point he had been at this for about 2 hours Noah. Stripped from his usually button down into a tank top, his hair was slightly messy and in his face. There were 2 versions of Noah when it came to his work
The business deals executive and the violent and cold mafia boss. The man that many other gangs and bosses fear. He didn’t care if you had caught him interrogating people at home, he’d do it in front of you and tell you to leave. But after time together and everything that had been happening, he moved it into pier instead. The bloody and bruised man is picked up off the floor once again and sat up right.
Teeth were missing, his face swollen, a cut lip and definitely some broken ribs. They tried to trace back the letter as far back as possible and only found the messenger. However this messenger refused to talk.
“I’ll ask you again, who are you working for?” Noah tone was low and dangerous. This was one side he would refuse to show you. After so much time spent together so many things shared, so many emotions you had put him through, this was the minimum he’d do for you. You ignited something in him, something he is never known for…something he wants to say to you but can’t. Not until he’s straighten things out first.
The man gasped for air but remained silent. Noah nods his head without a word, he walks over to a table and carefully selects something. He walks back juggling the item from hand to hand
“I tend to be a good business man, a man of my word, however what most business don’t know,” his don’t come up to a corner of the seat and open the switch blade “I never ask more than twice.”
With that said he flips the weapon and quickly stabs it down into his wrist. A loud sharp cry fills the pier as Noah simply watched. He grabs the man’s face and make him look him in the eye and he says in a low tone
“You’re going to tell me, or I’ll hang you over the water and let you bleed out like a fucking pig. Answer me!” He demands
“Jared! I took orders from Jacob! I swear I don’t know anything else I swear!” The man cries finally cracking under Noah’s pressure
“Jared? The fuck would he want…”
“I-I don’t know I swear!” He said pleading for mercy. Noah ignored him as he thought on the matter
“That son of a bitch,” his tongue clicked “get rid of him,” he nods at the man in the chair
“W-what but I told you everything! Y-you can!” He cries out
“You did crack…you answered me, you’re right” Noah admits as he cleaned his hands “but, your dumbass fucked with my wife….and that you’ll pay with your life,” Noah gives him a sinister smirk “have fun with the dogs,” he wishes him as his men drag him away from the pier as he tries pathetically to fight back. Noah pulls his phone out and dials Nicholas
"Nick I need you to find any information you can on Jacob....yes Jacob Bennet, bastard has something to do with this....just get me the info, I'll be in the office tomorrow."
Jared Bennet, the man who was harassing you that night at the event. He was know to be someone who pushed buttons until they were no longer buttons to push. He has gotten on Noah's nerves on more than one occasion. He's had his own personal business, issues and agendas with Jacob. Unless your targeting has something to do with that night he needs to put a stop to it.
He had already let him get too close to you that night. He won’t let it happen again.
Back at your home after Vilma had fallen asleep on the couch you snuck your way into Noah’s office. There was something he wasn’t telling you, and you were going to find it. Those words just kept repeating in your head
"She doesn't know..." "The Contract..." "Only a year..."
What could it all mean? It obviously has something to do with you, the contract and an amount of time. You try and open some of his drawers but to no luck they were locked. Knowing Noah, he probably had the key with him. You try the other side of the desk and luckily the very top drawer was open. You sift through the paper work and find nothing...
"Fuck...maybe I'm just being paranoid," you sigh as you sit in his chair and close the drawer feeling guilty for snooping around his office. "I'm such a....huh?"
You reach for a paper on his desk in plain sight, it was your contract. Your signature and his as the bottom with some extra notes on the page. It had all the legal information on the marriage contract that should typically be there. Your eyes reach the highlighted section and read it out loud
“All members of CONCRETE must wed by the age of 32 and produce an heir within the first year of their contract…….” You could feel your heart drop into your stomach and your hands shake. Your breathing became heavy as you continued to read as best as you could “F-Failing to meet requirements…will result in termination…of….oh god…” you felt sick to your stomach, your head was spinning, your throat felt like it was closing up.
You could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes. You could feel your heart clench and ache to know that the man you let in, the one you were so vulnerable with. You knew you shouldn’t have let your guard down….and you did. It had been about 5 months since you’ve married, giving you a “time limit” on this contract. All those times….every kiss, every time you had sex…was it all to use you?
You were beyond furious, but hurt and heartbroken. You felt open and unsafe in this place you called home.
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Little Flower: "I’m leaving." his screen illuminates his face as he walks to his car. He hasn’t gotten notices from his men, no one was visiting, and he couldn’t put together what this blunt message could mean. What did you mean that you were leaving?? He jumps into the backseat and tells his driver to step on it and get him home.
As he pulls into the driveway he jumps out of the car before a full stop and asks his men before they open the door
“Has she left?”
“No sir-“ the door close as they answer and he runs upstairs. Your were filling some bags and boxes quickly as if he weren’t even there.
“What the hell is going on?” He asks you trying to stop you from packing. You say nothing as you keep packing. “Y/N, I’m talking to you-“ he comes to touch your shoulder to get you to focus on him
“Don’t touch me….” You had this look in your eyes. It was on the borderline of fear but it was also betrayal.
“What the fuck is your problem?” He’s had a long couple of days and he wasn’t meaning to sound so harsh
“You’re my fucking problem,” you walk to the dresser and grab the contract and wave it in front of him “you know the whole deal of how I’m basically your ticket to remain in this bullshit” he grabs the paper from your hands and looks it over
“You were snooping in my office?” He asks feeling a twinge of annoyance
“Oh please it was right on your desk, on top of that I heard your phone call” you huff as you brush past him and grab a bag with some clothes in it. “And I am NOT going to be your little ticket into this shit,”
You walk towards the door but he shuts it and blocks your way
“No, you’re not leaving. We are talking about this,” he towers over you “if you fucking heard me, why didn’t you ask?”
“Oh because the man who still keeps shit from me would tell me about his phone call right,” you answer him with your hands on hips “the same one who will just leave in the mornings at time, finish dinner early, take calls at 2 am in your office,”
“Yeah because I have a fucking job and a role to play unlike you,” he didn’t mean for that to come out
“What was that?” You squint your eyes at him testing him
“You heard me,” he snarls back “all you are is a fucking pawn in this game. Daddy had no issue offering you up when I asked for you. So pathetic he couldn’t even handle business in his own. Had to use his little girl to stay on top All you are is a contract, a deal, a pawn.” He said without missing a beat. Hammering the final nail into the coffin.
“….so everything we’ve done…everything I’ve told you….” You could feel your throat becoming small and tight “I let…I let you….and all I am is a contract to you?” You chew on the inside of your cheek trying to bite back the tears
“Y/N….no wait that’s not-“ you hold up a hand as you push past him and slip through the door. He walks after you and tries to explain himself “baby please stop, listen I didn’t mean any of it! Flower-“
“Don’t fucking talk to me…” the last word came out choked and broken. He could feel his chest become heavy as his breathing became labored. You rush to the door and pull it open, your brother waiting for you outside with his car. “I’m going to my parents place….I’m obviously not in your plans an I…was a fool for thinking so….” You slide the cool jewelry off of your finger and place it on the entry table
“Y/N….please…..” Noah caught hold of your hand before you could walk out his thumb grazing at the skin trying his best to sooth you back inside. His eyes were begging you to turn back around. “I….i…..” he couldn’t being himself to say it. He knew what he wanted to say…but it wouldn’t come out
“There’s nothing left to say Noah….and now it’s too late to save it…” you take your hand back from Noah and speed walk to Mathew who took your bag and got you in the car. Mathew gave Noah a look and got in the car himself and sped off. Noah could hear his own heart in his ears, the sound of his breathing became uneven. He picks up the ring that was supposed to be on your finger and clenched it in his fist. His anger bursts out as he flips some of the tables in anger. Taking a have and throwing it at the wall. The water and flower scatter as the broken pieces hit the marble floor.
“fuck….FUCK!” He kicks the table already on the floor and makes his way up to his office.
Threats, secrets, murder, lies, traitors. He’s dealt with them all, nothing he couldn’t cope with. But this? You? This was soemthing he was sure may kill him…
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papayafiles · 2 months
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"i've grown up with mclaren and feel at home here. the team are like family to me."
(lando norris & mclaren - the band and i by maisie peters)
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kingpains · 9 months
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got to see the @narcissistcookbook in dallas, thoroughly enjoyed it
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blood-mocha-latte · 14 days
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Rie, hear me out.
Modern Luztoye where Luz dresses up as a cheerleader for Joe.
That's it, holding your hand <3
this prompt. this prompt...................... ewi the brain worms you gave me............. anyways. it's being posted in the next week.
if y'all want to be tagged when it's posted, let me know <3
~ tidbit time ~
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“‘s classy.” Joe says lightly, the backs of his hands brushing against the hem of the skirt as he spreads his fingers against the width of George’s thighs. “It ain’t over the top. I like the shoes.”
George snorts, an abrupt laugh that almost surprises him. “Well, I suppose you’ve always been rather old-fashioned.” He murmurs, fingers moving to lace together at the back of Joe’s neck, pulling him into another kiss. Joe just hums into it.
“Mm. Yeah, well, I love it. I love you.” 
And George’s heart picks up for the thousandth time, same as it always does, because they can say it a million times in as many seconds and have, maybe, since he first told Joe a year ago, but it will never stop being so new. So soft and near-fragile in the palms of his hands. 
“I love you too.” He says back, against Joe’s lips, because he can and will and will always want to.
Joe kisses him again before he can lose too much of his train of thought. “C’mon.” He murmurs after a moment, hands slipping under George’s thighs before he realizes what Joe’s doing as the other pulls him carefully off of the truck. “Before you freeze to death.”
“I’m too drunk to be cold.” George tells Joe lightly, but obliges him nonetheless, saddle shoes hitting the road with a soft sound as he makes his way for the passenger side of the Chevy. 
Joe opens the door for him absently, because of course he does, and George has to huff, tilting upwards to kiss him again before dropping into the seat with a relieved groan. “Rather old-fashioned.” He murmurs again, the words of it, making the corner of his mouth crook up. Joe huffs as he shuts the passenger door.
George smoothes the skirt out again as he gets situated (something that’s reaching close to an addictive habit), and can’t help but laugh as Joe drops into the driver's seat and pauses, watching him.
George smiles, closing his eyes and tipping his head back against the seat, pressing his cheek into the headrest to watch Joe.
“You’re givin’ me the time to be a real flirt, when all I wanna do is get home.” He murmurs, heart tripping warmly in his chest at the way that Joe’s gaze sharpens as he curls his fingers along the fabric at his inner thigh, hiking it up a few inches. Joe just huffs, seemingly unbothered, but George can see how his eyes shine as he starts the ignition.
“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” He asks, and George just blinks at him, slow and soft, trying not to smile too wide and ruin the bit all together.
“Reckon you should take me home.” He murmurs, in the best Southern that he could manage. “You bought the farm, after all.”
Joe pauses before he backs out, at that, hand on the back of George’s seat as he turns to squint his eyes at him. “What?”
George pauses back, for a split second. “I don’t know.” He admits after a moment. “I’m actually not sure what buying the farm means.”
Joe blinks, but shifts into reverse anyways. “I don’t, either.” 
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atlantis-scribe · 1 year
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if stargate never bothered explaining how alien languages and the gate translation system work, then why should I, Tired Fic Writer with a Day Job, make it my problem?
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WE ARE SO BACK.
After chapter 6 it is ALL DOWNHILL!!! >:))) so BUCKLE THE FUCK UP.
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softguarnere · 1 year
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*slides a crisp $20 bill across the table* being an intelligence officer working with Nixon and having a thing for each other because I’m in love with how you write him 🫶🏽
Hold Me Close While I Think This Through
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Lewis Nixon x reader
A/N: "I'm in love with how you write him" when I tell you I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes 🥹 I've literally had the worst writer's block this past week, so I hope this came out okay! (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️
Warnings: language, drinking, this isn't proof read - we die like men 🫡
The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through Regimental HQ somehow makes the morning seem a little more crisp, new, and exciting. A few people spare glances in your direction as you pass. None of them matter, though. Not when you’ve got your eyes set on the two men sitting at a table straight ahead – one of which the sight of makes your heart run wild like a race horse, the only thing containing it the bars of your rib cage . . . and the knowledge that he’s married.
“Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Nixon chirps as you approach. Leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk and sipping a cup of coffee, he looks like he owns the place. No other person in the Army has looked quite so relaxed this whole war. He looks like a spectator, not someone who’s always in the midst of danger, gathering intel and navigating the chess board that is military politics. It's a stark juxtaposition to the man beside him, who’s flipping through some papers and scribbling notes on them every now and then, looking serious.
Winters offers you a small smile. “Morning, (Y/N).”
“Morning, gents.” Playfully, you push Nixon’s feet off the desk before taking a seat next to Winters. “We all know that if you had your way, no one would be sleeping later than you.”
“Oh har har.”
“She’s got a point, Nix,” Winters says with a smirk. “You wouldn’t be at half of our meetings if I weren’t forcing you up.”
“Not you too.”
“Honesty is a virtue.”
Before any more digs can be made at his expense, Nixon grabs a file from a stack on the desk and tosses it in your direction. It lands beside you with a weak thwack! on top of some other papers that he’s left laying about.
“New assignment,” he says by way of explanation.
Flipping it open sends waves of excitement flooding over you. Your eyes keep skipping ahead, trying to take in all the information at once. Can this be true? You have to reread the carefully printed lines several times to make sure that you’re not imagining things.
“Oh my God.”
Winters pauses mid-scribble, glancing up at you. “Well that’s more than the usual exasperated sigh.”
Nixon smiles around his coffee cup. “Let me guess: they want another map?”
“No.” You read the lines one last time – just in case. Carefully, you close the file and run a hand over the cover with the same reverence that a priest might a Bible. “They want to send me behind enemy lines.”
Nixon chokes on his drink. “They what?!” He splutters.
You’re too proud to notice the way that your fellow intelligence officer’s face goes pale, or the way that Winters sends him a worried glance. All you know is that this is your chance. To get out from behind the desk and into the field. To do something that will make a real difference in the war.
This is your time to shine.
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God, he hasn’t been this uncomfortable since he was eighteen and standing in the living room at his graduation party while extended family milled about, pumping his hand with congratulatory handshakes and then wandering off to judge the furniture placement and snicker over hors d’oeuvres. He had spent half the evening sneaking pulls from a flask to loosen up, and besides the incident in which one of his mother’s cousins had shoved a piece of cake into the face of an uncle from his dad’s side, the only thing he can really recall from that evening is the stifling feeling that accompanies dressing up and rubbing elbows with society’s upper crust.
Ironic, that going off to war and hoping it would get him away from all that somehow managed to throw him right back into the remnants of that suffocating existence. He needs a drink.
Snatching a tall glass from a waiter that’s passing by, he downs it in one long gulp before giving the sprawling ballroom another once over as he tries to get his bearings. There’s really nothing to see except a bunch of rich German officers strutting around, puffing out their chests while women who gleam under the heavy armor of precious stones that they wear trapse after them, clinging to their arms and occasionally managing to drag one to the dance floor.
Something catches his eye. Along the far wall, one woman shines brighter than the rest, despite the fact that she wears nowhere near as much jewelry. She doesn’t need it; she sparkles all on her own – she is her own precious gemstone. With her simple gown and demure demeanor, she looks like a modern day Cinderella observing the party, not sure if she should join in or not.
You play your part well. Nixon knows better; you are not nearly so shy and reserved. It’s all an act to attract young officers in the hopes that they’ll dance with you and let some key bit of intel slip in an attempt to impress you. None of this is real – not really, Nixon knows that.
So they why do his hands automatically clench into fists at his side at the thought of a Kraut officer flirting with you – dancing with you – even looking at you?
He knows the answer. He has known it for a long time, even if it took Dick – of all people – pointing it out to him to make him confront his truth. The honest fact of the matter is that Lewis Nixon has fallen for you – hard. But there’s a war on. And the fact that he’s married. Not to mention that you obviously only think of him as a friend.  
Sometimes fiction can be a veil behind which the truth hides itself. And undercover, what are the two of you tonight if not a piece of fiction? he reasons.
If you’re surprised to see him, your face betrays nothing when he joins you along the wall. Your smile is pleasant, your shy demeanor unchanged as you pretend to introduce yourself to him in flawless German.
Then, quietly, “What are you doing here? Where’s Lieutenant – “
“His orders were changed,” he says quickly. There’s no need to mention the fact that the intelligence officer you were supposed to be meeting was put on a different assignment at Nixon’s request. It didn’t take much convincing to make the upper brass see that his upper class background enables him to better navigate parties such as this one. And only Dick seems to realize why he was so adamant about being the one to accompany you behind enemy lines.
You give him a sideways glance. You’re too smart not to have questions about the sudden change of plans, but there’s no time for any of that when you’re surrounded by people who would gladly kill you both in a heartbeat if they were to find out who you really were and what you were doing.
“Danced with anyone interesting tonight?”
“Only him.” You risk a subtle nod in the direction of a young officer who stands among much older men, all of them covered in ribbons and awards. “Some sort of protégé who can’t hold his liquor and was a little too eager to tell me all about his most important assignments the second that I gave him a shy smile and the honor of a dance.”
That idiot? Dancing with you? A chill runs down his spin at the thought of that Nazi bastard with his hands on your waist.
“I’ve been trying to slip away for the last half hour, but every time that I start for the door, he comes back around to offer me another dance.”
Nixon offers a woman passing by a pleasing smile, and laughs like you’ve just said something funny before whispering, “Do you think you’ve been compromised?”
“No. I just think that the slimy little lizard isn’t too eager to let a real life woman who laughed at his jokes slip away.”
“Well, we’ll see how confident he is when he realizes that there are other men here who are far better dancers.” He offers you a bow and then extends his hand to you. “Shall we, Fräulein?”
In all the time that he’s known you, and after all your training, he’s never seen you break character before. But something about the way that your smile spreads across your face tells him that there’s a first time for everything.
You fit your gloved hand into his. “Wir sollten.”
The image of the young German officer’s face falling, looking completely crushed as he sees Nixon leading you onto the dance floor, will forever bring him a sense of satisfaction – especially when he storms out of the ballroom, followed by confused looks from all the older officers and party goers. Good, let him throw a tantrum over not getting his way. He wouldn’t deserve you in a hundred different lifetimes.
The music is just loud enough that no one can overhear you when you whisper your question from earlier as you dance, guarded by your close proximity. “What are you really doing here, Lewis?”
Lewis. Not Nixon. Not Nix. Lewis.
His name, yes, but you’ve only ever called him that a handful of times. Something about the way you say it stirs the feelings that took him so long to name.
“I couldn’t let you come here by yourself,” he whispers back. In any other situation, a look of annoyance at what that might imply would have crossed your face, but you don’t break character because of the people watching. “Not that you aren’t capable! Of course you are. You’re the most capable.”
“But you didn’t trust me enough?”
Fuck, he’s already made a mess of this whole thing. That’s what he gets for acknowledging his feelings instead of numbing them with Vat 69. He was never taught to articulate his emotions; Dick made it sound way too easy.
He fumbles for an explanation. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you coming into this alone. I mean, you wouldn’t have been alone, but without me, I mean.”
Smooth.
You raise an eyebrow. “But why?”
Is it his imagination, or standing so close, is your heartbeat stuttering the way that his is?
“Because I never want to leave your side,” he admits. “And I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you and I wasn’t here.”
Your eyes widen to the size of saucers. He’s sure that he’s said the wrong thing. Leave it to him to dig the hole even deeper.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
His face feels hot. Was the ballroom this warm when he arrived, or is the building suddenly on fire?
“I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m trying to make a confession.”
“But . . . you’re married.” Unfortunately, you’re right. “And there’s the war and the non-fraternization policy.” Double whammy. Still –
“I don’t care about any of that. I care about you.”
You hesitate, maybe for the first time in your entire life. There’s no denying that there’s something between the two of you. Acknowledging those feelings and acting on them though . . . that could be a bad idea. Because just like there’s no denying the mutual feelings you share, there’s also no ignoring the harsh facts that you’ve just pointed out.
“Dick is gonna kill us.”
Nixon laughs. “If Sink doesn’t beat him to it.”
Another mutual feeling bursts into bloom: anything could happen in this war, and it’s already taken so much from everyone – why not enjoy what you can while you can?
“People are watching us.” Around you, couples are beginning to pull apart as the song comes to a close. You and Nixon are still fit together, your right hand clasped in his left, his right hand on your waist.
“Someone is always watching us. Occupational hazard.” He smiles, half because he’s right – your job means that you’re always either watching someone or being watched – and half because you’re so beautiful and he’s so lucky to be dancing with you that he wonders who wouldn’t be watching. He’s so nervous that he wonders if he actually speaks aloud when he asks, “Do you want to give them a show?”
The words must make their way out, because he can hear your breath hitch in your throat. Then you smirk, just like you usually would at one of his ideas.
“Shut up and kiss me so that we can make a grand exit.”
He may outrank you, but he’s all too happy to comply with your order.
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sendmyresignation · 3 months
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one of the things about where are your boys tonight i really appreciated and, to me, seemed like the most significant thrust of the book (but never garnered much attention, imo), was the focus on the business side of things and particularly the way the many bands never saw long term success or stability or the way a lot of very young people were taken advantage of even after making their labels and handlers metric butt-tones of money and this really culminated with the discussion about paramores record deal and the inherently coercive nature of making a 14 year old sign a record deal (not even really mentioning that record deal was 20 fucking years lmao) and yet i still see people argue she was an industry plant or whatever. sorry ig one of my fatal flaws is i give child stars the benefit of the doubt considering the fundamental exploitation necessary for that position to exist or whatever
#sorry was thinking about this bc I saw some truly horrible and dismissive posts on twitter about hayleys contract#but i also think it dovetails into the general malaise that existed in the third wave that a lot of places are quick to dismiss#idk. i keep thinking about how so many ppl were taken advantage of (in the sense of predatory contracts or not getting paid victory style)#and how many are stuck in an endless loop of diminishing returns in order to be career musicians who can actually support themselves#and fundamentally this is the key linchpin in the emo nostalgia- some of the btier andlower bands Need stuff like#emo nites or wwwy to actually make a living (no matter how much you make up front a altrock hit single cannot sustain someone as livelihood)#and since touring is the only reliable way to make money. well why put significant expenses into ur new album#none of your fans care about anyway? its a pre-existing cycle. very thrash metal. but its almost worse#when you factor in shit like the fan perception of the used the canyon....#idk ive been thinking about it a lot and i dont find nostalgia circuits reprehensible bc of the fundamental indignities#of the recording industry and all its issues#but its hard to see people shit talk the third wave for being full of impressionable kids hoping to survive of their passion#like you do realize they dont sound like assholes in that circumstance for crashing and burning? right?#(esp when you add mental health and addiction into the mix- these bands were full of sick people being denied care bc it would interfere w/#the 'rawness' or authenticity or whatever the fuck. these bands were having their sadness wrung out of them for money)#anyway i think hayley williams should be allowed to hunt any and all current or former atlantic higherups for sport#my posts
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bookwyrminspiration · 6 months
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You like skulls, right? And I'm unsure as to how you feel about clocks, but given that they're also sometimes used as a symbol of mortality, it seems likely that you would appreciate them. Regardless, this picture I found reminded me of you. Skull-shaped pocketwatch made by a watchmaker named Jean Rousseau in the 17th century.
I do like skulls!! AND i love clocks!! One of my favorite possessions is this fucked up clock that tells time that doesn’t exist. I hope to continue collecting fucked up clocks
This one, however, looks exquisite!! I would 100% attach something like that to my repertoire of Things On My Person. Loveeee hooking things to my belt loops
Thank you very much for thinking of me and sharing :)
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johnhelliwell · 1 month
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Oh i am so mad at Roger. They settled with Rick at least but are still going with Roger.
#supertramp#roger keeps pulling the I did all the work but i promise you his music wouldn't have been as popular without the collective effort of all o#these people#like John wrote all of his own parts and often also made an insane amount of suggestions mostly for the better of songs#now rick isn't involved but his piano solo makes school and he also basically wrote more of it than roger anyway#but like the lawyers arguments also bring rick down again which roger likes to do so much#as if roger is the only reason supertramp even exists and managed this#without rick the band wouldn't even have existed#roger helped with a huge part of it but don't be so damn arrogant man#stupid piece of shit#i was mad about roger and rick about this lawsuit before tbf but it's news they settled with rick but it just seems in character Roger#is not relenting while there's clear proof over the agreements the royalties were not a gift but something in contract#initially only Rick and Roger would get something and the rest would literally just get a barely liveable salary#imagine pouring everything into a band and being met in return with this absolute bullshit#and then dougie accused bob and John for continuing to tour with rick solely cuz of the money cuz he left supertramp cuz of his loyalty to#roger which is insanely hypocritical to me but whatever#just glad the three of them are now coming together to do this#i wonder if John will be asked about it now cuz there's an actual article about it#first it was only court documents
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userparamore · 3 months
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Okay but what if they're about to announce a 20 year anniversary tour for next year...
i love your delusions anon 👀 how much do you wanna bet it’ll be a north american tour?
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starsomens · 2 months
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 5 • 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼
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Warnings: Language, very short implication of violence to reader, implied spicy stuff, handling with guns, smexy sex at Noah's office, cowgirl, oral (M receiving), some dirty talk, (if you squint) unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!) , some jelousy sex,
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You sipped your coffee as you gazed out of the window of the mansion. It was starting to cool outside and it was the perfect weather to stay inside with a warm drink. The window from the kitchen had a beautiful view of the garden, it let you think and clear your head. The past 2 weeks had been almost like a dream. After that night of abrupt passion, Noah seemed to have changed into someone different, not that you were complaining about it. Now every morning consisted of nearly the same ritual.
You'd wake up, shower together, get ready for the day, and go out for some dinner by the time he came back. If you didn't go out you would stay inside, watch a movie with some wine, and the night would lead to long hours of passion between you both. The mornings after would always be him letting you sleep peacefully, eventually waking you up with kisses to your skin.
Noah had to leave a bit early today to take care of some business. You were a bit fussy about him leaving, especially because he was so warm. Now here you stood in his button-down shirt and a pair of his sweats, still trying to wake up. All he did this morning was shower, come and kiss you goodbye, and leave. You hear the doorbell followed by a couple of knocks at the door. Vilma's heels clap against the tile as she goes to answer the door. You go back to gazing out of the window with another warm sip of your beverage.
"Ma'am, your brother is here," Vilma interrupts your thoughts as she pokes her head into the kitchen where you stand. Mathew? Here? You put your mug down and walk out of the kitchen and into the main foyer where you spot your brother. He now wore a suit and had darker eyebags he was starting to look a lot like your father.
"Y/N!" he opened his arms as he walked to you, his eyes bright and full of hope after he saw you. He captures you in a tight hug "Oh god, I've missed you! We all miss you!"
"Mathew I...I...oh never mind. I missed you too," You were going to start questioning why he was here, but you could not deny the fact that you truly did miss your brother. And talking to him and hugging him was so much better than speaking over the phone. you wish he would have brought your other sisters and your parents with him. however, this should do the trick. it felt like years since you've seen him. your older brother now looks older. The anxiety of this lifestyle in business, obviously taking a toll on him already.
"What...what are you doing here? How's mom? Dad? The girls?" you asked him leading him into the living room to take a seat "Do you want anything? Some water, or coffee?"
"As much as I would love to stay longer I just dropped by, can't stay too long" he explains as he takes a seat, resting his elbows on his knees "Everyone is doing good. We miss having you at home, the girls miss you, but now they're fighting over who gets your old room" you both chuckle knowing that war would go on for weeks! "I just...wanted to see how you were, if you were safe..." he said looking up at you through his lashes
"Well, I am safe here, and actually...I...I'm doing okay here" You didn't want to admit straight away how things were going.
"huh....really?" he questioned you "The last time we spoke, you couldn't even bare his name....now you're wearing the ring and his clothes no problem...." he calls for your attention
"Yeah....well, things change, sometimes" You were wary of where he was going with this, and you stood from your seat. You walk along the room a bit up until you come to the doorway of the living room. You stop and lean on the door and gaze down at your feet. "we uh...we've-"
"Come to a resolution." your sentence is finished by none other than Noah. He comes up to you and kisses your lips as if Mathew wasn't even there
"Mathew, you're looking worn out," he smirks at him as he pulls you in by the waist into his side "Should take a day off, get some rest."
Mathew couldn't believe what he was seeing. You were letting this person, kiss you and hold you as if you didn't hate him just months ago. Now you were acting like a regular husband and wife.
"Y/N...I...I..." he seemed to be holding something back "I have to go, gotta get down to our port, take a look at the shipments. Oh, and before I forget," he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter and hands it to you "Cheri is turning 15 this Saturday, you know she wants you to be there"
"Yeah, of course, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world" You smile at him. You and Noah walk him to the door "Tell Cheri I be sure to bring her the best present" You smile at him
"I already know she's expecting it" he chuckles knowing your baby sister too well "Call us if anything alright?" he hugs you and kisses the top of your head "Take care, I'll be seeing you both"
The door closes, leaving you and Noah on your own again. Noah turns your body, pulling you flush against his. His hand holds your jaw, as he usually does, and brings you into a longer, deeper kiss.
"Pretty girl, in my clothes," he smirks, taking a look over your body, His hand traveling over your curves and dips. His large hands covering your ass, giving the supple flesh a squeeze
"Why did you come back so early?" you asked him, rubbing his arms
"The port had what we needed, and everything was in order as it should be. Just have to go into the office and then I thought about bringing you with me," he fills you in "Why? Do you want me to leave again because I can-"
You said nothing as you rushed upstairs to throw on an outfit. He chuckles to himself as he watches you run upstairs
"I haven't seen you smile like that in years sir," Vilma chimes in
"You don't say. Does it look good?" he asks still wearing the smile
"It certainly does sir" She smiles softly, she had always been professional with Noah and her job. However, the longer she worked there the more of a son he became to her.
"Oh, would you mind finding a good suit and dress for Y/N and me for Saturday?"
"Of course,"
"I'm ready!" you call coming down the stairs. You wore a pencil skirt, some heels, and a beautiful blouse that shows off your collarbone and jewelry.
"You look wonderful miss Y/N," Vilma compliments
"Thank you, Vilma," Noah takes your hand in his as you smile at her. Vilma had noticed a change in you as well. She doesn't know how it happened but, it seems that you both worked the relationship out after all.
"We'll be back later Vilma," Noah nods his head and leads you out of the door and to the car. Albert waiting with the door open for you both. Noah helped you into the car first and then he stepped in. You sit in the back of the car with Noah, hands intertwined. The feeling was foreign, his large hands were warm against yours, and his ring would scrape against yours every so often as well. If you were honest neither of you wore your rings for the first month of your marriage. Maybe now and then when you had to. You of course would keep it off and you never really took notice of his
"I started wearing it after that night," he comments noticing yours eyes on his hand.
"Really? Why after that night?" you asked
"let's just say," he thought for a moment "I can't walk around looking like I'm single when I have my wife now can I?" he answers your question with another
"I guess not, you better not." you reply as your lean some of your weight on him. Even after that night you hadn't said anything on your feelings. Sure he'd take you out, kissed you goodbye and hello, great sex, even some cuddling afterwards. Neither one of you had said it both expecting to get hurt or find something more…
You are driven into the garage of a tall building. You recognize the structure, you are able to see it from your old home.
"You...own this?" you asked him sounding shocked
"of course I do flower," he smirks at you as the car comes to a stop "This is where I do my business." He steps out of the car and offers his hand. You take his hand and step out of the car into the cool parking garage. At the entrance were two guards waiting for Noah to go inside, Noah holds your hand in his as he leads you to the doors. Stepping inside there is a long hallway that leads to a desk with a woman with a short bob sitting typing away at her computer. You assumed she was his secretary as she looks up and says
"Welcome Mr. & Mrs. Sebastian"
"Thank you, Kiara," Noah answers as he leads you to the elevator that was a few feet away from the front desk. Getting into the elevator Noah hits the 15th floor, which is the top floor of the building. Noah's hand brings you to step in front of him, he twirls you around to get a good look at you
"Damn...you look sexy as always" he compliments you
"You think so?" you smile at him "You don't look too bad yourself,"
The elevator dings once you reach the last floor, he rests his hand on your lower back and whispers "Come on princess". He guides you down the carpeted hallway. It was almost like your home, the hallway had grey and white colors with a deep red carpet. Two men stand at the double doors, armed with guns. They open the doors for you both to enter his main office. Inside stood a man around the same age as Noah with longer hair tied into a bun. He turns in your direction and offers Noah a smile
Noah comes up to him, shakes his hand firmly, and brings him into a hug
"Y/N, this is Nick not only my right hand here but my best friend." he introduces his friend "Nick this is Y/N, the lovely wife."
"The other Nick huh?" you giggle shaking his hand
"Ah, so you've met Folio huh? The pleasure is mine" he smiles at you and says "Whatever you did to him, don't stop. I don't think I've seen him..." he thinks for a moment
"This happy?" you chime in
"...well, just happy in general. Keeps him off my ass on busy days"
"Ha Ha, very funny Nick. Why don't you make yourself a comfortable flower? I need to catch up with Nick for a moment," he looks to you "Sit, touch, and look at whatever you want, remote for the TV is on my desk" he kisses your cheek and sends you off while he speaks to his friend. He watches you walk off and sit in his large chair, it may be the chair or your frame but you looked so small when using his things, it made him feel strange. He liked it...
"So how aware is she about the situation?" Nick asks at a volume for only him and Noah to hear. For the past week or so there have been some strange happenings occurring. Unfortunately, it seems that you were the target. The first incident at the event was only the start of it. Blackmail letters were being sent to your home threatening you unless their demands were met. Of course, you never saw this mail because Noel had gone to it before you did. All the mail is usually placed on his desk before you can even get it.
“ nothing as far as I know she’s oblivious to whatever’s been going on. And I tend to keep it that way, so don’t you say a word to her either.”
“Whatever you say, boss,” Nick said, throwing his hands up in surrender. Knowing Noah thought it was cheesy to call him that since they’ve been friends for so long.
“ maybe you might wanna take her down to the gun range later she could at least know how to shoot a gun in case she’s in a situation“ he offers
“Hm, I will think about it,” he says, as he watches you spin around in his chair “ I’ll meet you downstairs in the pound in about half an hour,” he said to Nick never taking his eyes off of you. Nick had known Noah for a very long time, since before he even joined this organization, and when he said that he knew exactly what I meant, and he’s gonna want to stick around to find out any details.
Nick turns on his heel and lets himself out and down to the pound to make sure everything is in place. Noah took slow strides towards you, his signature walk whenever he saw you. You had tents call him a predator in the night because of how he would “stalk you” he has cornered his prey.
The chair suddenly stops spinning as no one turns the chair to him
“ you having fun there flower?” he smirks at you and you look up at him.
“ you could say that. Or I’m just distracting myself while you guys had your little talk.” You take notice of some pictures on his desk. One of them included your wedding day which took you by surprise. You stand from your seat and lean over his desk to grab the picture. Lean back against his desk and look at the picture. You still remember it like it was yesterday, at least that’s what it felt like.
“you have a picture of this day?” he chuckled, showing him the picture. He nods his head and watches as you pick the next picture. It was a picture of him but much younger. He was at least 23 here, alongside him were the two Nicks and Jolly. You gaze at the younger version of Noah.
"How long have been doing this?" you asked finally looking up from him
"Longer than I should, does that bother you?" he asked coming closer to you. His gaze was now downward as he looked at you. You let the picture slip from your grip and onto the edge of the desk. His legs spread a bit wider than yours to lean some of his weight on you. He leans down towards you, his face inches from yours
“N-no….” Why did you stutter? Did the idea of his ‘career’ turn you on? The danger, the money, the mansions, the….dominance….
“Ooo does my little flower, like this life? The luxury, the thrills….” He leans into your ear “the fun..” his lips grazes your neck with the tiniest of kisses. His hand trials up your back inch by inch until he reaches the root of hair. His finger tangle in the threads as he suddenly pulls your head back, exposing your neck more.
“Give me an answer, princess” he demands, dragging his tongue up your neck and bites down on your pulse, making your gasp and jump.
“Y-yes! Yes…” you pant your answer. He kisses his way back up to your ear and kisses your lobe.
“Good girl..” he whispers into your ear sending a shiver through your body. He lets your hair and brings you back up. He fixes your hair and shirt. “Come on, I have a surprise for you.” He smirks at you and take a your hand.
“You….ugh” you grumble as you follow his lead
“What’s wrong? Wanted me to fuck you right on the desk?” He asks you as he opens his office door
“Noah!”
“You know it’s true flower.” He chuckles
You go down a couple of floors where you hear barking. Stepping out of the elevator you meet with Nick once more. There was a large sign over a cage-like door that read "Pound"
"Soo....you guys sell puppies as a side hustle?" you raise a brow
"She's got jokes," Nick smiles at you "Well no, while we do have puppies they are trained for work here." Nick unlocks the gate with his set of keys and holds it open for you. Inside were men training dogs of all ages, each one having its level of difficulty. Some were training to bite and release on command, others training their scent, while others were puppies learning the very basics of sit, come, and stay.
Noah's hand rests on your lower back as you follow Nick he opens a separate room where a single pup is with a woman. He seemed to be just a year old, a Doberman who looked too cute to be in a place like this.
"This is your dog Y/N," Noah announced "He was specially trained as a guard dog for you, the only thing that is missing is for you to train with him so he can understand you are what needs to be guarded."
"This is Koda, he is a year and 3 months old. He is still young and learning so be patient but be firm so he can learn." The woman says handing you his leash. Koda comes to sit right next to your leg, his focus on you "Of course knowing Noah, he should keep you in line" she chuckled
Keep you in line? You couldn't explain why but it just made your blood boil to hear that.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" you scan her body head to toe
"Oh, just that...Noah is very commanding, knows what he's doing" she said looking over at Noah with some type of look in her eye. Noah just kept his eyes on you with a blank look. You bite your tongue and turn on your heel, you hand the leash to Nick and ask him
"Could we get his things in the car please?" Nick sensing what was going on in the room, takes Koda and nods at you
"Noah, let's go." without a second of hesitation Noah walks to the door and holds it open for you.
"Oh and," you turn over your shoulder "I'd appreciate it if you stopped looking at my husband." you walk ahead of Noah feeling pissed and bothered. You were a few steps ahead of Noah as you marched to the elevator. Getting inside you push the floor to his office, you simply stare at the doors with a pout.
"What's gotten you all pouty?" Noah teases
"nothing." you answer quickly
"Oh come on Y/N don't deny it, I can see how pouty you are" he chuckles "Wait....is my little flower, jealous?" he smirks
"Of who?!" you snap as the elevator dings. Stepping back out and into his office he locks the door behind you
"Just so you know, she's just a trainer, flirts with anyone she can lay her eyes on"
"Oh so she had to flirt with you, in front of me?" you huff as you walk to the window behind his desk that overlooked the city. He quietly follows behind you standing just a few feet away
"There's nothing to be jealous over flower," he said coming behind you to hold your hips
"...." you stay quiet still mentally fuming
"Look at me princess," he tilts your chin to face him over your shoulder, he notices how you bite the inside of your lip "Do you realize no woman can distract me from you? Hm?"
"they could if you really wanted them...." your eyes still don't look at him.
"Hm...alright...come here," he takes your hand and takes a seat in his chair. You stand before him still holding his hand, he spreads his legs and just smiles up at you
"what?" you asked
"Nothing just, nice to know how you feel about me," he explains as he unbuckles his belt "Why don't you show me who this dick belongs to?"
You cross your arms and think for a moment. You step up to him and straddle his lap. You smear a kiss on his neck, making sure to leave some lipstick behind. You come up to his lips and kiss him deeply, his lips smirk into the kiss, clearly satisfied with your desire. You slowly rock your hips down on him, feeling him harden and pulse at the friction. You slowly slide down his body leaving your kiss prints along his fresh white shirt, clearly marking your territory.
Your knees meet the carpeted floor as your chin rests on his thigh dangerously near his dick. You had never gotten on your knees for him until now. Sure you might have given him a hand job or two in the morning, but your face so close to his dick? He was surprised he didn't cum right there. Your hands pull his cock out, hard and pulsing just for you. Seeing it so closely was another thing from being fucked by it. Your hand begins to pump his cock slowly and steady. Noah hisses as he adjusts himself lower in his seat.
You take a long lick from the base of his cock up to the tip. You take just the tip into your mouth, out, in, and out again as you swirl your tongue around the tip. You watch as his chest rises and falls, his chest fills with air as you slowly take his cock into your mouth as far as you could, the rest being covered by your hand.
You bob your head along the length of him at a slow pace. Making sure you dragged out every pant and hiss from him. His hand comes to your root and grips your hair giving slight thrusts up into your mouth
"fuck baby..." he growls "just like that....suck daddy's dick....just like that.." he grips your hair a bit harder as he starts to guide you faster on his cock. You could feel him twitch and spurt small drops of precum. He had a slightly salty taste, but nothing that bothered you.
“Mmm, princess….can I?” He asks as he stutters his hips upwards. You can only give him a yes as a hum, giving him the green light to fuck into your mouth lightly. “Fuck! This mouth….fuck it’s all mine….”
You could feel him twitching and pulsing the longer you sucked his dick. You allow yourself to come up all the way off. The tattooed mafia mafia lets off a slight whimper, honestly filling your chest with pride.
You keep your eyes on him as you unzip your skirt and let it fall to the floor. To his surprise, he looks at your beautiful figure and says,
“No panties?” You shake your head and straddle his lap once again rubbing your pussy along his dick. Coating it with your wet juices on him
“Such a dirty little-ugh!” He growls as you slip him inside, slowly sinking all the way. Your head lulls back as he fills you. This position always filled you to the brim and you loved it “goddamn it….so fucking tight and warm”
You rock your hips at a moderate speed, hitting the sweet, sweet spot inside of you. His hands had a bruising grip on your hips as you rode him.
“That it baby….ride this cock….use me, baby!” He growls as you bounce up and down on his dick. His hands helping you get more momentum. Helping fuck yourself down harder on him, reaching deeper, going faster
“F-fuck! Ah! So good!” You moan out as your hands find his hair and clench on the hairs
“Good girl….good fucking girl! I’m yours baby…” he could feel your pussy clenching down on him, by now he already knew you were getting close. His hand brings your head down to his lips and he huffs “Only yours you got that…..this cock, my money, my life…. it is all…fucking…yours!”
He said between thrusts. His hand slams you down on his dick as he comes undone inside of you. He groans as he cums deep in your pussy
“Shit! Fuck….” he continues to fuck you down on his cock and fucking his cum deeper into your pussy “take that cum princess…cum for me!”
You rock your hips violently against you chasing after your high. Your lower stomach tightens in a knot. It becomes tighter and tighter until it finally snaps and your body convulses against Noah as you come around him
“That’s it….good fucking girl….” His lips find yours as you share a passionate kiss, you ride your high out, leaving, you both spent and panting. After you both finally catch your breath, you simply just lay on his shoulder as he caresses your back.
“I didn’t know you can get like that princess” he chuckles “maybe I should make you jealous more often”
“do that and you’re sleeping on the couch” You playfully threaten him, which he answers with a pearl lips, and a soft smile. The softest smile that only you were blessed with seeing.
After cleaning yourself up and getting yourselves, put together. No one grabs some paperwork takes your hand and walks out of the office.
As you both write down the elevator into the garage, Noah is looking over some paperwork, with a certain look on his face. He seemed to be contemplating something. He says as he puts the paper down looks like you and just smiles right back. The ride home was like any other. You were tired and ready to go to bed, especially after those events.
Once you were home Noah give you a kiss to your forehead.
“I have some work I need right now catch up on, I’ll try not to be there too late”
“Okay, wait,” you pucker your lips wanting a kiss before he leaves
He chuckles “Spoiled princess,” he kisses you before heading to his office. Looking at the entry table you see some letters. Now that you thought about it, you never really saw the mail so this was the first but nothing too strange. You go and pick up the handful of letters and sort through them. The majority of them were to Noah or just general advertisements, however, one of them did have your name on it.
Maybe it was from your family checking up on you. You put the rest down walk over into the living room and tear the letter open. It was a handwritten letter in red, and the more you read the lines the more your smile fell.
“Y/n, so you even understand what will happen to you? It’s already too late for you, your family, your sisters. You were used as a contract and you will end up like a contract…torn and shredded to pieces. Discarded in trash ba-“
You didn’t dare to keep reading, afraid of other, gruesome details, they were willing to describe to you. The letter had no return address or name on it. The envelope only contained that threatening letter you had read. Dropping the letter, your hand comes up to lay over your thumping chest. Your other hand lying just under your nose to feel your breath to try and calm yourself. You still felt the uneasiness in your stomach and decided to go up to Noah’s office. Feeling overwhelming, anxious and fear from what you read. Your heart was thumping in your throat. You reach his office door and start to turn the knob you stop when you hear Noah’s voice
“….yes I looked over the contract….of course I was aware of the conditions…..no….of course not…..”
The contract? It was just a marriage contract……right?
You knew you shouldn’t be listing it on his business….but this concerned you in the end. You continue to listen
“…no….no she doesn’t know. *sigh* as far as I know she didn’t read that part, just signed…” he huffs “…..only a year? Listen, this shit doesn’t just happen overnight…..yes…yes…..if you come fucking near her I promise you I will-hello? Hello?! Motherfuck- ugh”
He groans as he hangs up and slams his phone on his desk. You’ve seen him upset but never pissed like this. Who was he speaking with? 1 year? From what it sounded like, he seemed to already know about the threats…you didn’t know what to do. You froze in your place not knowing what to do.
“Ms. Y/N?” Vilma calls for you from the first floor.
Shit! You mentally cruse. You leave the door closed to closing but not closed, and tiptoe your way back to the staircase
“Yes Vilma?” You call for her as you come down the steps
“Oh just a delivery from Mr.Ruffilo, he’s a cute one” Vilma answers as you come down to find Koda and all his belongings. The pup stood up from his spot, his ears lifting seeming excited to see you.
“Hey Koda, welcome home bud,” you kneel and scratch just behind his ears. He gives you a few sniffs and whines a bit. He was probably tired from the long trip “I think it’s going to be cold out tonight Vilma, can we find a spot for him in here?”
“Of course we should have a spare room with enough space….dear are you alright?” She asks you
“Yeah just fine, why do you ask?”
“You just seem very pale dear. Are you feeling okay?” She asked coming to feel your temperature, typical Vilma such a maternal soul.
“Really Vilma I’m *cough* okay…”
“Y/N your burning up! Come let me get you soemthing warm to drink…” Vilma’s voice seemed to start to fade out a bit as your vision blurs a little
“I think I might be getting a cold…or….something….” Your speech was slowing and your chest felt heavy. You take balance with the railing of the stairs. Kids started barking at you, but all you could focus on was the sound of your pulse in your ear and the way you felt as if you were spinning…or maybe the room was spinning? Maybe it was-
“Oh no! Mr.Sebastian! Noah!”
Noah comes out of his office hearing the commotion. Making it to the staircase there you were limp in Vilma’s arms.
“What happened?!” He rushes down the stairs and falls to his knees taking you in his arms
“Well she came downstairs to get Koda and she looked pale and she fainted!”
Your breath was shallow and you were burning up. Noah picks you up off the floor and carries you up the stairs
“Vilma call the doctor and tell him to get here now!”
“Y-yes sir!”
As Vilma makes the call to a private doctor Noah takes you up to your shared room and lays you on the bed. He strips you from your clothes to help keep your body at a neutral temperature. His hand came up to your face and caressed your cheek
“Come on princess…..open those pretty eyes for me……” his plead was in vain as your eyes remain closed,
“…..please”
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tomlinsins · 9 months
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lieu42 · 5 months
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nothing sadder than when young brilliant artists lose their drive and stop caring and the new art just feels like a fake plastic echo and they will never be what they were 💔
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srldesigns6277 · 3 months
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This is so annoying, I don't want to live through another elounor. I've lived through 2 already. 🙄🙃
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datastate · 1 year
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anyway top ten lines that are going to wreck me emotionally until i die
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