James Bond Enthusiast

“The Y/N whisperer”

[James Bond x Reader]

[Plot: Looking back, all those months ago, your relationship with James wasn't all for nothing. There was a time you could trust him. However, trust now proves a very big word for anyone you pass...]

[Trigger Warning: Anxiety Attack, Swearing - as usual]

[A/N: Another flashback? Okay I know this is a heavy chapter at almost 6k words! I know the plot is a bit wild and up in the air but I promise it'll all come together soon! Also Chapter 18 is action packed! Now we’re starting to look at James and the reader, especially for this where my heart drops! I also don’t know if any of you have been to late night board games cafés but they are the world’s best invention! And Q is back at it again stirring the pot! Again Jonathan is an actor of your choosing! Hope you enjoy the chapter! Much love, x]

7 months ago:

Another long week of work left you really struggling. As you sat inside the library, looking through a book, your phone pinged. A text message. Overtime, you had forgotten about how awful you were at texting and progressively it declined to the point you just stopped answering. Your phone pinged once more, this time irritating you.

Quickly, you swiped the phone, noticing a missed call from your ex-husband, wondering if you had any plans. Then there were a few texts a from other colleagues, but then there was a text from James. Actually, you hadn’t saved his name as that on your phone. He was titled under, ‘Martini Man’, a name he wasn’t too fond off after you bullied him over such a delicacy over a drink. Ever since then, it stuck and he hated you for giving him such a title too. Your phone buzzed again, removing you from your thoughts. James, again. He was just as bad as you at texting so this had to be serious. You hadn’t seen him in little over a week as he was sent over to the Bahamas. Originally, he invited you, but you were so swamped with work you had to decline. PING. Okay, so you had to answer. But then you saw an image attached to a message.

-

From: Martini Man

To: You

Saw this and it reminded me of you.

-

You looked at the image, a selfie of James beside a crashed car. You stared at the image smiling. The bastard knew how to irritate you. Especially considering the running joke was your driving skills against Bond’s impeccable ones. You also noticed he looked incredibly happy in the photo, as if he had been dying to show you this. Then another message came through.

-

From Martini Man

To You:

Stepping in the car with you is like going into cardiac arrest…and I’ve done it before.

-

Finally, you responded.

-

From: You

To: Martini Man

Be careful Bond.  Don’t want to slip into another one without the car. ;)

-

Before you could finish typing, your phone started to buzz. It alarmed you but this time, you realised it was James.

“You are so impatient. I was just typing.” You answered.

“Let’s be professional...”

[Main characters: Mikael Blomkvist X Reader]

Plot: The mystery man is now a guest lecturer at your university but while his popularity expands, things remain tense as you remain unimpressed...

[A/N: Another fic in the same week??? I KNOW! So I had no idea the first chapter would be so popular! All I wanted to do was to bring a little piece that would be entertaining but I’m glad to post another chapter at least because I’m interested to see where this dynamic goes too :)) ]

You still froze at the man before you. His eyes still widened as neither of you realised you were still surrounded by students. That was until, of course, he turned back and cleared his throat. He started to talk, maybe it was to introduce himself or talk about the syllabus, you weren’t too sure. What you were certain of, however, was the fact that you failed to pay attention until the end. You could’ve sworn this man was going to have nothing to do with you after this morning. How the hell did he end up in front of you anyway? You were propelled into a cruel joke, and you had no idea how to stop it from getting out of hand. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but for someone with an apparent awful hangover, he was almost as good as you out there with professionalism.

“...Millennium magazine, which is a hit across Scandinavia. I've travelled across the world studying corrupt organisations and organised gang violence in European countries. But like I said, I’m here to help guide you through what could soon become one of your own greatest passions, investigative journalism. Now, from what I know, while Dr Y/N is the head of this module, I will host a lecture fortnightly on Wednesdays and hold my own office hours that same afternoon. However, this is all new to me and I'm sure with help from Dr Y/N and all of you, we can make sure that my presence during this module is worthwhile for everyone. Thank you.” 

The body of students in attendance gave a round of applause as Mikael stepped back and before you knew it, you had to snap out of your thoughts! This man was handsome, charming even to everyone but you could never admit any of this about him. Not in broad daylight. Especially not after the night you shared. The only thing you can admit is that you wanted nothing to do with him. You were sure of it. You don’t know how you were going to manage that but there had to be a way. 

Mikael stepped outside the room with Andrew, barely glancing your direction as his part was done. That left you to finish the lecture on your own, discussing exams and assessments throughout the module as well as a future plan of what the lectures were going to be like. Before you knew it, the lecture was over, and students made their way down filled with excited chatter amongst them for the module they were about to take part in. 

Once the last pupil left, you dropped to your seat. Silence. That’s all you needed. You sipped your coffee but realised you were due for a refill. Praying for your sanity for a moment, you refused to move. This could not be happening. The mystery man - well Mikael as he was no longer a mystery, could not be working on the same module as you! You expected a passionate fling but now you faced the consequences of enjoying yourself. Eventually, you got up and started packing your bag, considering it was your shortest day of the week. At least today was going to be an easy day to get over. No seminars, just one morning lecture. But this was how it was going to be now. You’d have to host a morning lecture with Mikael present, every week. Was he going to be present for ALL your lectures? Or was he going to be one of those lecturers who would only go his days and not turn up? The latter you were incredibly hopeful for. You couldn’t take any more surprises from Andrew. Not anymore. 

 So, you decided to make a pit stop to the department’s lounge on your way to the office. The lounge was filled with staff members, all filling up their teas and coffees, sharing jokes. To your misfortune, however, Andrew stood with Mikael. The newest member of the team already appeared to be popular as he already entertained everyone because staff surrounded him, laughing at his stories. Unluckily for you, the man was a hit. But you rolled your eyes, refusing to register his voice and filled up your coffee at the machine.

“So, yeah I guess that's how I managed to embarrass myself in front of the Duke of Varmland.”

 Everyone laughed once again. One of your co-workers, Clare already leaned into him, her hand on his arm as she appeared comfortable laughing beside him. 

“Stop! Mikael, you’re going to kill me if you keep going!” She laughed again, this time holding his arm tighter. You didn’t want to read his reaction, but you were pretty sure there was hidden alarm in his smile. Those same eyes that stayed on you, even when you weren’t paying attention to him. Just as you finished filling up your drink…

“Uh, Y/N here actually is teaching with our esteemed visitor.” Oh for goodness sake. You turned anyway, giving everyone a wave avoiding Mikael’s eyes. “Yeah. Should be fun.” You knew Mikael was still looking at you but you couldn't make eye contact. Not now, at least.

Andrew started, “Don’t you want to stay here a little longer for a catch-up?”

“Actually, I should head to my office. Still got a bunch of assignments that I need to finish marking.”

This made Andrew laugh. “Of course. Especially after your wild night out, it’s probably for the best.” You froze. He did not just...but Andrew couldn’t have known. He wasn’t there. What you hadn’t noticed was that Mikael had choked on his coffee slightly, his eyes widening. “You have to be more careful next time with these things.”

“Try saying that the next time you have a heavy night out, mate.” You snarkily retorted, causing everyone else to laugh as you left the room.

"Don't mind her, she's always like that." Clare quietly commented, holding Mikael's arm. The man watched on with a frown. 

You entered your office, dropping on your seat. You start to immerse yourself in your work. You don’t know how long it had been but as you moved to the next stack of papers and started to see dotted lines everywhere. You hadn’t realised there were a few knocks on the door. Yet you refused to pay attention to it. You had to get the assignments marked. The door clicked open.

“My office hours start next week. There’s a sign on the door.” You said without looking up from the screen. 

“I was hoping you'd make an exception.” The baritone voice caused you to freeze. “I kind of have to be here.”

“Exceptions are a not so subtle way of demonstrating favouritism. I’m not really for it.” You tried to snap back, turning back to the stack of papers in front of you.

“Alright, then. Well, I apologise in advance if I make any noise with the boxes. Just moving some of my stuff in and I’ll be out of your way.” 

This caused you to spin your chair quickly. “What do you mean moving your stuff?” By the time you took a proper look at him, he was already on the other side of the office with a box of his belongings. You could’ve sworn you had no room in your office. Your eyes followed him and that’s when you noticed something different. When did that get there? Were you that hungover you didn't even see the slightest change in your office? 

“All part of the experience, I was told by Andrew.” The boxes soon forgotten, Mikael turned to you. “He thinks if we’re going to be co-running a module, we should frequently meet, plan lectures and seminars together, that sort of thing.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You’re assisting me. You’re a guest lecturer. I didn’t agree to co-running a module I fought to have the last few years.” Oh you were not happy with this man. You didn’t know whether it was the hangover that made it worse or the sudden burst of your double espresso that had you shaking but your patience wore incredibly thin with this man.

Mikael shook his head, “Well, just know it wasn’t my intention to find myself in this predicament." He mentioned. For a moment, you could see his clear blue eyes lost. He was contemplating something for a while, and then he said, "I think we should probably discuss last night.” Mikael brought a chair round in front of you.

“So what? We can set some boundaries?” You turned back to your papers, refusing to look back at him. You needed a distraction. Any distraction to look away from those eyes.

“Can I make a quick observation-” He started.

“No.” You quickly interrupted, yet it was obvious he was going to continue anyway.

“You’re not as nice when you don’t have five tequilas in front of you.” He sharply snapped.

“Well, I didn’t realise that I’d be forced to work with a one night stand on my passion project, the next day. I have no problem remaining professional. So, you can either turn up to the lectures that you are running or you can leave now and I’ll run the whole module myself. Either way, we are away from each other.”

“You know I’m not picking either option. I may be a guest lecturer but we’re still teaching the same students. I think it is highly unprofessional to hinder their experience just because of the discretions you may have against me.”

Your mouth dropped. “You want to question me on professionalism? Is THAT what you’re saying?” Red. That’s all you could see. Red. He had to stop talking. Now.

“You know what? Forget about what I just said.”

“That’s what I thought.” You retorted. “I think it’s best if we pretend as if last night never even happened and we stay out of each other’s way. 

Mikael wanted to protest but he wasn’t prepared to say anything else. At first he did feel sorry for you. Then he saw your true colours. You weren’t like this at three in the morning, cosying up in the comfort of his arms in his bedroom. He didn’t want to doubt himself, of course, he was smitten by you the night before. But that must have been the alcohol. There was absolutely no way he could have been attracted to you without it. He certainly wasn’t going to tolerate any disrespect, that was for sure.

“You know what? I’m way ahead of you. In fact, I’m going to see if I can get a different office just so we're out of each other's way...and I don’t feel the arrogance seeping in from being around you Ms Y/L/N.”

You snapped your head up quickly, “Actually, I’m a Doctor. Don’t know why you’re deciding to get it wrong now, Mr Blomkvist but for the sake of work, I hope that gets sorted.”

He muttered something under his breath and you snapped your head up but by the time you could respond the door slammed shut. 

What he hadn’t heard was the frustrated sigh that left your lips as he disappeared. Of course he was attractive in broad daylight, dressed in smart-casual clothing yet his hair was left a mess. You didn’t want to pay attention to the way his glasses loosely hung over his face or his smooth voice filling the room – considering you heard it all raspy in the middle of the night before, you couldn’t let it fool you. Work and pleasure was something you didn’t mix and as long as you were working here, you would not allow Mikael to indulge in the latter. You would not give him the opportunity to remember the night you had. 

Once you finished marking more assignments, you decided to call it a day and head home. It was 6.00 pm so you were most likely one of the last few people in the building. As you made your way to the car, you found Mikael stood outside his car invested in a conversation with someone. When you took another look, you realised it was Clare. In all her glory, she was overly flirtatious with him, which made you roll your eyes. Mikael seemed to be enjoying her company as he laughed at something she said. But when he looked up and noticed you, his smile faded slightly. 

October continued to be overwhelmed with downpour. Finally making it home, you changed into a comfortable pair of joggers and a baggy shirt. You had a bottle of cider from the fridge on the ready and turned on the television. You still couldn't believe the hilarity of the situation. Mikael was actually going to be working with you...and all you had asked for was a fun night with that mystery blonde and to never see him again. But now he was a part of your daily life and it irked you. While a movie was on in the background, your phone pinged. As often you couldn’t separate yourself from your job, you knew it was your work email notifying you. Usually, you would shut off, but you were surprised to already see an email with you cc’d into the subject titled: ‘Monday’s Lecture’…and who else to title it, none other than your colleague Mr Blomkvist himself. 

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Dear class, 

For next Monday's lesson, I will be teaching you on the press surrounding the Assassination of former Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme. As this is a sensitive subject, if anyone has any concerns they would like to disclose, please feel free to email me and I will get back to you as soon as possible. I have attached the readings for the lecture in this email and further reading recommendations will be uploaded online tonight. I expect all of you to come prepared as this will be interactive and beneficial to all of you. Look forward to seeing you soon! 

Best, 

Mikael Blomkvist

 Co-Owner, Millennium Magazine

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[Main characters: Mikael Blomkvist x Reader (See author’s note!)

Plot: With the pressures of work getting to you, a retreat is in order but when the isolation starts to get to you, you end up going for a little wander and meeting a stranger.

[A/N: Finally, it’s here! I’m not sure if this might be ANOTHER series? Wrote this ages ago and thought, hey why not? In all fairness, this is my favourite non-Bond Daniel character so I thought it’s time to appreciate Mikael in all his glory. Also I found myself listening to Runaway by Aurora and You Would Have to Lose Your Mind by the Barr Brothers to get reinspired into finishing this! These are great mood setters! Also a masterlist will be released soon. I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Little mentions of mental health, swearing, nothing major :)) ]

Two weeks. That’s what you were given for a retreat. Not necessarily ‘given’, you essentially backed your manager into a corner and requested the break that was promised yet long overdue. So you chose to go to escape to the little isolated woodland, miles away in Northern Sweden - Kiruna.  You weren’t specific as to why you chose the small town, you just wanted to save your mental health. The dreary offices in Central London wore you down. This was a last resort. Once you arrived in Stockholm, you took a day’s worth of rest, knowing the next day of travel was going to be treacherous. Boarding the train from the Swedish capital, you hadn’t realised the several train journeys would take so much out of you. On the final train, you managed to sit beside the window, admiring the white blankets of snow that filled the plains, heading towards Kiruna. The natural green lights that gleamed in the midnight blue sky. The wildlife had even been breath-taking. You never felt so connected - at one even, with nature, simply by looking through a window. You started to notice, less and less people boarded the trains the further north you travelled. Now, there were a few couples and families, all seemingly locals. A man sat across you, immersing himself in work, scribbling on his notepad. You felt bad for him. The whole point of coming this far was to get away. Not throw yourself into the deep end.

Upon your arrival, you opted for a cosy little cabin, which was incredible by your standards considering it was the only thing you could afford at such a short notice. This is what you needed. Solitude. As a writer, the pressures from working only started to build when deadlines were given and after not knowing what it was like to take a break after your first promotion, things started to get out of hand. Your publishers needed you to meet deadlines, so did your agents...and so did your readers. So you thought, fuck it. You needed to run far away. Get out...and this was the place you had in mind.

Plot: After a drunken incident at a party, you are taken in for questioning. However, things are not as light hearted as they seem. The detective on the case? None other than Benoit Blanc.

[A/N:  Hey again! Guess who’s back with another story! So this was fun to write, gave myself a short space of time to do it and because I don’t appreciate Blanc enough as openly as I should do. Hope you all enjoy this story! I have to say I love a sassy main character that matches Daniel’s characters. There will be a lot of typos, I'm aware but I did this to challenge myself and I think this went well?]

Twelve hours. That was how long you spent inside that godforsaken cell. If you had sobered up a little more, you were sure to be stressed given your current predicament. However, there was no chance for that for a while. You were still dazed, a mild hangover kicking in, all you wanted to do was go home. No one said a word about the incident in question. Hell, the only thing you noticed was that five people were taken into custody at the same time as you...and there was screaming. An awful lot of screaming. You stared at the dreary, grim walls before you, trying to find something to distract you. Anything. If you spent another five minutes listening to water leaking from one of the pipes across you, you were certain you were certain you would burst it as some form of entertainment. Knowing you, it was probably a drunk and disorderly arrest. A slap on the wrist and maybe you would have your fine paid in no time. Not that this was ideal for you.

It was at that moment you heard footsteps. Ones that sounded all too loud, rattling against your head. A police officer opened the hatch to your cell door and you moved forward a little too quickly for your liking. “Stand back from the door, hands where I can see them.” Her hostility was heard through the other side. Slowly, you moved back with your hands in the air. This seemed odd. When one of your friends had described being arrested on drunk and disorderly conduct, they never mentioned the officers at work becoming so hostile. “I am being released, aren’t I?” You tried to get a word out of the officer but they simply stood inside. “Turn around with your hands behind your back.” Your eyebrows raised. There was something about this that seemed incredibly off. The officer stepped behind you and you could feel your wrists tightening, clicks of handcuffs. Yet you kept quiet, unable to register what you were about to walk into. “Move.” The officer said. “Hang on. Where am I going?” You finally snapped back. “I said move.” The officer now said nudging you out of your cell. Okay, so this officer was clearly prick. But all you thought was once you were out of the station you would go home and get your hangover sorted with a nice hot vanilla latte….

Except that didn’t happen. You turned away from the exit, walking further into the station and towards an isolated room. That’s when you stopped walking in your tracks. Irritating the officer even more. “Listen, I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me where I’m going and I don’t care if you want to trap me in another bloody room. I’m going home. ” Okay now you were starting to internally freak out. But externally, you held your ground, refusing to move. The officer glared at you.

Suddenly, another officer appeared. “Is there a problem here?” He asked. “Looks like we have a stubborn one.” She responded. That was when you were HOISTED by your arms. You tried to kick your way out of their grasp but damn the restraints, they ruined you. “Get off me! I want to go home!” You protested but it was no use. Once you reached the door, the two officers carried you to your chair, leaving your hands tied to the leg of the table. The door slammed shut before you could get a word out. Lord, how you wanted to headbutt those smug officers. Slowly, you looked around the room and you recognised this from all the crime dramas you spent your evenings watching. You were in an interrogation room. But why?

After a while of panicking once again, being left alone with your thoughts (which innocently started off as a reminder to pick up your dog from the neighbours to suddenly, what you had done the night before to be left in the station overnight) the door slowly opened.

Two people entered the room, sitting across from you. A woman, brunette, mid 40s in a dark pan-suit that clung onto her slim figure. The man to follow closely behind was an older man, late 40s or even early 50s, with dirt blonde hair. He had a stubble, parts of it patched with grey but it grew to the perfect amount. Thick rimmed glasses and a vintage suit that hid beneath his dark brown overcoat. Unlike the woman, he bore no police badge or sign to show he was the police. If anything he was someone in the background. And you couldn't lie to yourself, there was something about him that was alluring. The older gentleman with steel blue eyes gave you a ‘cool, silent, mysterious’ aura about him.

The lady dropped the file on the table, looking at you then down at the paper. You decided to play it cool, considering you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the handsome man and leaned back in your seat. “Good Afternoon, Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” “Nothing good about this afternoon.” You retorted. This caused the older man to lift the corner of his lip with a small smirk, while the lady did not look impressed. “How’s the hangover?” You didn’t say anything. Just scowled at her. God this woman was already getting on your nerves. She knew what you were playing at already. So with that, she turned to the tape and turned it on. A loud buzz filled the room. “My name is Detective Inspector Rosie Turner. This gentleman over here is Detective Benoit Blanc. Here with us is Miss Y/N, Y/L/N. Can you please state your date of birth for the record please?” “Isn’t it rude to ask for someone’s age?” Your eyes squinted, if you were going to be charged for drunk and disorderly conduct, you might as well have fun with it. “For the tape, Miss Y/L/N is refusing to state her date of birth which is…” As she stated it, you couldn’t help but feel the man known as Benoit’s eyes bore into you. It felt intense. Why did it feel intense? “Proves I’m a lot younger than you, I guess.” You snapped back. “Immaturity levels are the best way to assume one’s age anyway.” Rosie quickly said, turning back to the file. “So Miss Y/L/N, do you know why you’re here?” “School trip to the station? I don’t know. Have you got any paracetamol?” “The answer is no and we will especially not be administering any drugs of any kind to you.” She answered. “Well that’s just rude.” “Miss Y/L/N, you were at the party held by one, Henry Wong last night?” Okay, well now you were just confused. “Yeah.” “And what’s your relationship with Henry?” If there was one thing you learned, you didn’t want to sound incriminating. There was only one answer to give... “No comment.” “Did you have any form of relationship with one Mr William Parks?” “No comment.” Rosie’s eyebrows raised but you looked back at her with suspicion. What was she playing at? And so she leaned forward in her seat, rolling her eyes, knowing that you were going to be a problem for her. “Miss Y/L/N, are you aware that from this point onwards anything you say or do will be later used as evidence and relied on in court?” Your lips kept sealed. “William Parks was an accountant, around about five years older than you. Did incredibly well for himself in the business. His father Earl Parks owns a chain of gentleman’s clubs across the UK. William has been friends with Henry Wong back in their days at Glasgow University. Any of that ring a bell?” She got nothing from you.

The older gentleman across you seemed entertained by your presence. It was as though he tried to read you but kept up another certain interest. You hadn’t felt yourself being this analysed - close to being uncovered by a man’s eyes from a distance - ever. “Did you attend the party last night with Mr Parks?” “No comment.” This time you had the courage to look over to him. “Did you or did you not assault Mr Parks on the night of November 31st?” “No comment.” “This is serious.” “Can I call my lawyer?” You bit back at her. God she was annoying. That was when the older gentleman pulled Rosie aside, seeing her patience wear incredibly thin. “Do you mind leaving us alone for a couple of seconds? I want to try somethin.” He whispered quiet enough for you not to hear. “This is a bad idea, Blanc. She’s a handful for us and we haven’t even gotten into the line of enquiry properly yet!” “Just trust me on this. Alright?” He said, his smooth southern accent providing him with a bit of a silver tongue to ease the situation. And it did. Rosie’s shoulders loosened as she looked towards the door. “You better sort this out or we’re doing things my way.” “Scouts honour, Ma’am.” He said with a hand on his chest.

You couldn’t make out what was going on, but the annoying female detective had left the room...now you were alone with Benoit Blanc. The man who looked like he called a night of fun smoking cigars with a glass of scotch beside him and a book in hand - maybe even a western playing in the background. God, the irony. You were in handcuffs, this man stood above you and all you wanted him to do was take you on the table - no! No. You tried stopping yourself from having sinful thoughts about this poor man who was probably only hired as a supervisor to watch you misbehave. But whatever he did to ease his way into getting Rosie to leave, you were sure he could use such a skilled tongue on y- nope! You had to shake out of your thoughts...no matter how close he was. Even with the way he watched your every move.

“Mystery man”

[Main characters: Mikael Blomkvist X Reader]

Plot: It is time to head back to work as a lecturer at your university after a successful first semester. Unfortunately for you, one of your guest lecturers is a familiar face from a wild night out…

[A/N: Wrote this ages ago and thought, hey why not? Okay, so I don’t know if this is going to be an actual thing. Like I assume it’s going to be a one-shot. Plus, in all fairness, Mikael is my favourite non-Bond character of Daniel’s, so I thought it’s time to appreciate this man in all his glory. I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think?]

Music continued to boom through the speakers. The flashing lights and smoke was intense, but you didn’t care. As long as you were still with your friends, celebrating a birthday amongst the group, that's all that mattered. What also helped was the fact your sultry look managed to get you quite a few free drinks from the bartender. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, often keeping a natural look. However, this was your friend and co-worker’s birthday. You wanted to spice things up and look incredible for her. Of course, when Maisie saw you for the first time, she was surprised. In fact, her jaw dropped at how glamorous you looked. “Girl what the HELL! After Florence Pugh, you are a woman I’d proudly fuck.” You remember her particularly saying and that was the start of an incredibly wild night.

“Javier, can I get another tequila please!” You scream with excitement at the bar, Javier proudly pours you your sixth tequila shot.

“This one’s on the house my darling,  Y/N.” He pushed the shot glass in front of you and your eyes widen with excitement. You had to admit, you do have a thing for tequila so this man feeding you free drinks made the night all the better.

“You spoil me.” You winked as you took the shot and walked off to join the rest of your friends.

The night followed with more dancing and more drinks between your friends. At some point on the floor, you started to get tired and your craving for more drinks kicked in because you found yourself at the bar once again. This time you were looking for something more than a shot. “Okay, so it’s like a sex on the beach but like so much fruiter, like with strawberries!” You tried to explain but in your drunken state, Javier couldn’t help but laugh as he struggled listening to you.

“You know what? You tell me what to do and I’ll make it for you.” He said and a devious grin appeared on your face. So you watched, instructing him on how to make your special cocktail and when he finished, he threw a small umbrella inside it to serve you. You sipped it and couldn’t help but moan. It was glorious...Well maybe it would’ve been if you could taste it at all.

“Can I have what she’s having?” A baritone voice said beside you. You turned with your eyebrow raised. “And I’ll pay for hers.”

He reached into his wallet, still looking into your eyes as he handed Javier his card. You weren’t sure whether it was the alcohol or the fact you were practically pushed against each other with how packed the bar was but this man was...incredibly handsome. Rugged dirt blonde hair, bright blue eyes that gave you butterflies and his dark blue shirt didn’t help as you couldn’t help but stare at his chest from time to time. Javier turned back to make your drink for the stranger and handed it over to him. “If you’re going to have a cocktail, you’ve got to get it right. Strawberries with the ice.” He said with a smirk but you couldn’t hear him. Not with the music blasting over you...and his dreamy eyes. “What?” You tried to shout out. “I said-” He could barely get a word out in all the noise and you could see it. Quickly, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to a quieter table in the corner. “That’s better - wow.” He suddenly stopped himself when he took another look at you. “You’re really beautiful.” “Smooth.” You chuckled. Alright, so at this point, usually you would say thanks and dip to find your friends. However, this man, bless him, appeared mesmerized by you. He was in awe of you and not just looking at your chest or your figure as though he were some creep. You both hadn’t realised you were still holding hands, leaning into each other.

[Main characters: James Bond x Reader (See author’s note!)

Plot: After losing connection with Bond, the reader and Eve are left to pick up the pieces of a challenging puzzle...

[A/N: After an incredibly eventful year it is finally here! The next addition to Bond’s New Flatmate! I don’t know who is still reading but yikes I have a lot of Kudos and comments I wish I could get through! I am so sorry if I haven’t been able to respond to them, from now on I will be on it and I love to see people finding humour in this story! No Jonathan in this chapter but a lot more action to come and watching the reader’s mind at work! I also apologise for the amount of promises made in terms of updates and time, a lot has happened since then but I’ll try and upload when I can! I’ve not given up on this story just yet!]

Link to the full chapter (On AO3):

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18790765/chapters/82223395

[Recap:] “I don’t think someone from the MI6 would tip Longwell. Bond was very discreet about this.” “Well I think you can hazard a guess as to who did though.” Eve turned the laptop around. You see a photograph of Jonathan standing with Madeleine at a bar in Geneva. There were many photos of them in different places, you knew these were taken while you were at the hotel, injured. “Looks like they’ve been having a lot of meetings and a couple of weeks prior, Madeleine was seen with Longwell in the Bahamas. I’m sorry Y/N.” “Don’t be. There’s uh - nothing to be sorry about.” You shrugged, staring into the laptop. “I need surveillance on Dr. Duck and Jonathan in the past three weeks and their whereabouts right now.” “You mean Swann?” “Now’s not the time. We need to track them. I’ll take Jonathan, you get the other one.” You opened a new surveillance tab to focus on Jonathan’s current movements. He was last seen in Geneva, as you expected, five hours ago yet there has been no update. Previously, you saw Jonathan also following Bond’s movements yet something didn't feel right, especially with his meeting with Madeleine. As the pinging got louder, Eve’s last few sentences struck you. If Longwell knew someone in the MI6 was onto him, the movements had to be organised. James’ suspension after the leak, Madeline seeing Jonathan for inside information while James stalked Longwell. “It’s a trap. We need to call Bond now! He has to call this off!” You frantically pushed through the files, trying to find a way to call Bond. Eventually, you found a pager somewhere in the things you stole from Q branch. You switched it on, flashing for Bond to turn on his earpiece. After a few seconds of flashing, you heard a voice. “Hello?” James’ voice appeared through the transmitter beside you. “ Bond abort mission! It’s a trap! Operation foxtrot is a trap!” “What do you-” The ear piece was cut.

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[7 Years ago:]

A little light from the lamp shone in your small bedroom in central Oxford. You remain snuggled in the warmth of your blanket, knowing fully well you had assignments to complete and a dissertation but you shoved it aside. Not today. Especially not after you overworked yourself and with the man lying beside you, staring at his laptop, shirtless with messy dark locks, typing away...Oh and it got worse. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. He worked through the keys incredibly fast and it became incredibly annoying. But then you realise...you fell asleep two hours ago. It was only 2 am! “I swear to god if you don’t type somewhere else-” Q, who you remembered under a completely different name at the time, sat up in the bed, focusing heavily on the laptop placed comfortably on his legs. “No can do, I’ve got this assignment due later and I’ve completely forgotten to start it.” It had been quite a few months since you started your casual fling, and that’s all it was - at first. Except he was starting to grow on you in other ways. In front of everyone he was this tech savvy, focused academic but you saw him in a completely different light. That was it. You were prepared to leave the bed and sleep elsewhere when a hand stopped you. This man caught you by surprise as his eyes were on you, not caring that his laptop was left upside down. “Look, I’m off! I’m getting off now. I was never doing any assignments to begin with. Just sending a couple of emails. I finished my assignments weeks before, remember?” Nerd. You thought. “Don’t let me stop you. Dungeons and Dragons super fans can be very dangerous when kept waiting.” You answered. Slowly to sink back into the bed. “Y/N! You are-” He scolded, prepared to fight back but you already had the covers over you. “I don’t even play D&D.” “Sure you don’t.” You mumbled. “I was doing something else!” “Mhm.” You answered with a smirk, knowing Q was on the defense. “And what was that?” “Well I might not let you see now that you’ve tried to-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“What have you done?” You asked. He only smiled, jumping from the bed, struggling to put on his shirt. As you expected, it was back to front. That made you laugh slightly. He opened the door and the smell of fries filled the room. Suddenly, you launched the blankets from your body. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?” Q presented the bag proudly, joining you on the bed. “I tried ordering pizza from Paolo’s but somehow he knew your special.” “Dirty fries, no he didn’t!” You snatched the bag with excitement. Q stopped you, holding your hand, staring down at your chest with a small smirk. “Hey! My eyes are up here.” You snapped, clicking your fingers in front of him. “Sorry! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He leaned in to share a soft and tender kiss with you.

Stopped at some soft stuff because that’s always the best way to hook you in for the chaos later. To read more check out the link below!

Link to the rest of the chapter on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18790765/chapters/82223395

Last words:

“Bond it’s a trap! Operation Foxtrot is a trap!”

Now for the juicy stuff!!!

Real question, I know it’s been a year since I’ve posted a chapter in the Bond’s New Flatmate series (there are a few more chapters on AO3 in the masterlist I promise!!!) but I’m wondering if anyone would still read them if I posted new chapters or if anyone’s still invested in the story?!

P.s it amazes me people are still read my stories and if you’d like more then I may or may not have something in store for the series by the end of the week🌞💓

[James Bond X Reader]

Plot; Things were all up and dandy between you and your boyfriend. Until you find yourself reaching a toxic and negative area in your relationship…

[Y/N - Your Name]

[Word Count - 1900+ ]

[Warnings? None.]

[A/N; I thought this would be a good title, even though it’s inspired by Linkin Park’s ‘Good Goodbye!’ I hopefully tend to make this a one shot! Plus, I rushed this kind of so don’t be surprised that it’s unedited, whoops. Enjoy!]

At first, your relationship with James was phenomenal. You hadn’t agreed to the idea of being in a relationship with an agent who worked for the MI6. Especially James Bond, who was an all round womaniser in your eyes. To you he was simply just a man who wasn’t to be taken seriously. After hearing all the stories of how he left a trail of hearts - mainly those would now happen to be dead in his hands, he just couldn’t be taken seriously by you. There were many occasions where you found yourself teasing each other, but overall you had no genuine feelings towards him. It was all a laugh. Until you realised one night that he was being serious. You had to let him down though, because you were scared that things were going to crash and fall quickly or that your friendship with him would never be the same again afterwards but he was sure he only wanted you. He cast aside all the women he had involved himself in ‘flings’ with and he had never expected to be so serious about you but there he was. Showering you with gifts all the time, taking you out to expensive places for dinner, he really tried his best to be sweet about it and to you, it didn’t take the gifts or the dinners to make you realise that until you had fallen for him too. In fact, you let this phase last a little longer just to tease and ridicule Bond afterwards. Now you two were in a three year relationship, things were serious. You were living in his apartment now, he even made sure that at times you were moved to a remote location for your safety and would always stay with you whenever he was free. It was romantic. The nights you shared too - weren’t they special? He treated and cared for you with all the love he had to offer. It was all a surprise to you and to him considering he was one not to associate himself with the word ‘love’ or have any feelings towards it.

James really had settled down and moved away from the work life and even when he was out on missions he had toned down on the flirtatious behaviour for your sake. Even though you were accepting enough about it, considering you knew his line of work would consider keeping the country safe through his naturally flirtatious behaviour with the wives and romantic links of particular terror threats. He truly didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone special like you in his life but he left that question hanging somewhere else so he could appreciate you now, in the present. And just as he was when he was first attracted to you, he still showered you with gifts and made you feel safe as much as possible. However, this was the first two years of your relationship.

That’s right. As of late, Bond was away from home more often and he hadn’t bothered to call or check to see if you were okay at all. Which you were still able to handle, bless your heart you were patient with him and understood how tiring it would be. But then whenever he came home from a mission, he was now ignoring your existence. Straight away he’d arrive and fall asleep - okay he was tired and had a lot piling up on him as of late, so you stuck around to make sure he was alright. But then...he completely ignored your existence for months and whenever you made an effort to make him feel at home, those efforts were a slap to the face. These last three months? They pushed you to the limit.

You were sat alone, facing the fireplace with a warm blanket in the comfort of Bond’s flat. It was the first time in a while you had been here and surely it was good to be back home. In light of this, you made a special candle lit dinner for you and James, though surprise surprise - he came home late. You were patient and waited for him though except by the time he returned you were already dozing off on the couch. James hung up his coat to finding you asleep on the couch. He frowned, feeling bad that you had waited for him and noticed the amount of effort you put into setting up a dinner for the both of you. “Y/N, love. I’m back.” You yawned, wearily looking back up at James. It was the first time you had seen him in almost two weeks and you knew he’d return because he had informed you of it earlier that day. You stretched your arms and sat up, rubbing your eyes, “What time is it?”

“It doesn’t matter. You should go to bed.” He took your hand but once you were properly awake, you looked up at him with a glare. “James. How long are we going to be like this? You promised me you’d be home on time and come back late. Am I just going to be home alone all the time?”

James sighed and rolled his eyes, “Not this again…”

“No it’s not ‘this’ again. Its all the time!” You snapped, standing on your feet defensively now, trying to fight the tears in your eyes. The sense of hopelessness was definitely there. “It’s like I don’t exist to you anymore! You’re always away and when I’m at work, I come home to a cold flat, hoping that you aren’t dead! You’re always away and I don’t want to be here to pick up the pieces every single time you’re gone! I had a life before you too, you know!”

“Well what do you expect? Me to be trapped inside with you? You do realise I’m out there doing this for us!”

“For us? I never asked for you to do anything for me James! I can take care of myself perfectly fine!”

“And you would know that with the amount of past boyfriends you’ve had.” He tutted. “No you’re right, you definitely can take care of yourself!”

That was it. With that insult, tears sprung from your eyes and battles to break the glass trying to hold back the tears. Your heart dropped and you felt your stomach turn. This wasn’t the same man you met years ago. All it took was for a tear to stream down your face for him to see what he had done to you and your relationship. “Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“No no. It is fine. I can’t take care of myself. It’s fine. I’m only just a burden to you, because I’m the one forcing you to work so much...” You stormed into your bedroom and slammed the door shut, with no intentions of letting him in.

It took hours for him to plead with you to unlock the door and you still hadn’t. He had to find a picklock and opened the door himself to finding you staring out the window with your arms folded. “I am really, really sorry about what I said earlier Y/N. You know I didn’t mean it.” He looked down and snaked his arms around your waist cautiously, but you had your back to him and folded your arms. “Alright, you know what? We need to fix this relationship, I figured that out and I’m a fool for not noticing your efforts. So how about this, I’ll take the week away from work and you do the same. We’ll head out to the safe house together, turn off everything we have and fix this relationship.”

Your eyes widened but you cocked your eyebrow in suspicion. “How am I sure you’re not lying?”

“I love you, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you and I never would do anything to hurt you. From the looks of it, we could both be doing with time away from work.”

You eventually turned around and wrapped your arms around him with a deep sigh, giving in now. He definitely had his way with you as you now found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you so much James.” You whispered under your breath, planting a soft kiss against his lips. So what happened that night? He definitely made up for dinner and redeemed himself… (;

The week had begun, you moving out to the safe house with James and all was well. You two were trying to fix the fatal cracks left for months and they were deep but you were amending them. That was until James received a call from work. In your presence, he ignored it but it didn’t take long for him to step outside and behind your back answer the call. “Alright. I’ll be there as soon as possible. No I’ve got nothing going on at the moment. Sure.” He ended the call and turned around to find you standing at the door with your arms folded.

“Two days it’s been and you’re leaving again.” You were leaning against the door frame, with disappointment in your eyes. James sighed with a look of guilt in his face and headed over to you, his hand over your head, resting on the door frame you were leaning on. “Mallory needs me and it’s an emergency. I’ll be gone for about another three weeks. I am so sorry Y/N but when I came back, I promise I will make it up to you.” He leaned in to kiss you though you refused. You pressed your hand against his chest and pushed him back. “No no. It’s fine. It’s not like this mattered anyway. We can do this another time.” You smiled respectfully and stepped away from him.

“I’m really, really sorry Y/N.”

“You don’t have to be. You go. I’ll wait for you.” You continued to smile towards him as he guiltily packed his bags and drove the two of you back home. He collected more of his belongings and gave you a quick kiss before he left.

Time Skip -

James was successful in his recent mission, taking down a certain Croatian cyber terrorist, known to be a threat to the United Kingdom and all he couldn’t wait to do now was to return home to you. He knew you were someone to keep your word and he just couldn’t wait to start making it up to you. He picked up a certain expensive present in a small black box, with a bottle of fine wine and returned back to his flat to finding it was empty and cold - almost too cold. “Y/N, love I’m home.” He began searching around the apartment, empty. This was odd. With no response, he headed towards the bedroom thinking you’d be asleep but it was like no one was there. The wardrobe was open but it was empty. All your clothes were gone. He turned around and found a note lying there, ‘I can’t do this anymore. The lies, the promises, the arguing, it’s this was the day I feared most and now it’s here. Goodbye James. It’s over.’

“Operation Foxtrot” has been released, yes it is a bit of a more serious tone but I hope you enjoy it I! Kudos and comments are also greatly appreciated so check out the link below! 💓

Due to the lockdown in the UK (well not really a lockdown tho is it🙄) I’ll be posting more chapters in the coming week, and this time I have no excuse (😂) so be sure to keep an eye out for that! Also may start working on a new story with Bond just to keep things going! So check out the full story on the masterlist here or AO3 to catch up on this wild story!

Stay safe everyone ❤️

Finally it’s out! The next installment to the series! I’ve promised it and now it’s here, click the link below. Another chapter will also be released soon, much love.💓

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18790765/chapters/52727170