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the fake date plot | part 1.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Author's Note: Hello! Yes, I'm here with a wip before finishing my other stuff. The James girlies have led me down a rabbit hole and some of the cutest stories are in the James tag. So before you read this, please read: If I Kiss You, I'm Sorry by @astonishment which is what inspired this fic.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N II: I literally use whatever gif comes up when I type in 'James Potter' but imagine your own fancasts and I might switch up every now and then

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“Prongs, there’s some owl at the window,” Remus said as he exited the kitchen.

James lifted his head, trying not to disturb Peter who was using his chest as a headboard while he tried to solve the Rubik’s Cube Remus had bought him for his birthday. It was summer and naturally, as someone going into his last year of school when break ended, James threw a party at his house.

His parents were going to be on business trips most of the summer. The party was a major success. Only the marauders, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary were still there. They had all planned on staying, already having their trunks there. School was in two days.

James hopped up from where he was on the floor, cleaning the smudge of his glasses. “Oh, that must be Elton.”

“Elton?” Peter asked.

“Y/N’s bird. She really likes Elton John’s music. He’s some muggle singer. Moony knows, the Crocodile Rock dude.”

James left the rest of his friends in the living room to ask how he even knew you while he got your letter. He dug around the fridge to give Elton two blackberries as a thank you. James opened your letter in the kitchen before going back to his friends, in case your letter had confidential information in it.

He hid the smirk on his face behind the letter when he saw his friends’ expressions. They totally bought it and they would buy it even more when he saw you on the Hogwarts Express in two days. You and James came up with the best fake date plot known to man last school year:

It was the Yule Ball. Hogwarts kept the name even though you didn’t have Triwizard Tournaments every year. The students like that. It was always fun to go to a ball. It was also nerve wracking. Everyone was trying to get a date or they’d risk being talked about for a century. James was failing at asking Lily out and you were failing at avoiding a few boys that wanted to ask you out. None of them were the guy you wanted to ask you out.

Even when you got to the ball, boys were still trying to ask you to dance. You grabbed a cup of punch and excused yourself. You walked further away from the Great Hall and to a small corridor. A dark figure made you stop for a moment before continuing on your path. A sniffle made you stop completely.

“Are you okay?”

James jumped. Wiping at his eyes, he looked over at you. James stuttered through lies before giving up and turning the other way to lean his back against the windowsill. He took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and looked over at you.

“She can't even spare a dance with me. I thought everything was going well this year.”

You gave a dry laugh. “I totally know the feeling.”

James raised an eyebrow. He patted the space next to him and went to join him at the windowsill. The two of you clinked glasses and downed the rest of your drinks. James disappeared the cups.

“So which bloke did you want to dance with?”

“Oh, I don’t really think that’s important.”

“Nope, Y/N. It is totally important. I’ve poured my heart out to you, it’s just not right to be the only one.”

“Fine. Xenophilius… Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing. Him? Really?”

“I know he’s snogged a lot of people but h—”

“Love, he’s shagged nearly all of Ravenclaw. The only long term relationship he’s ever been in was Pandora.”

“But they lasted all of fifth year plus the Ministry added eighth year so there’s still time to see him a lot.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me about eighth year.”

The Ministry was very concerned with the amount of Hogwarts graduates getting married and having children right after leaving school. Especially when a good chunk of them died either fighting for Voldemort or against Voldemort. Adding an extra school year was a way to try and quell that phenomenon. As someone so close to graduating, you hated it at first. It became only a minor annoyance when you realized the Ministry probably wouldn’t be changing their minds until Voldemort was defeated.

James shrugged his shoulders. “So what’s your plan exactly? Pine after Xeno all of next year and then when eighth year comes around hope he stops hooking up in Gryffindor locker rooms long enough to realize you’re perfect for him?”

“He hooks up in Gryffindor locker rooms?” you asked with slightly widened eyes.

“Unfortunately. Our rooms are closest to the pitch, easier to sneak in and out during games.”

“Do you really think I’m perfect for him?”

“Y/N,” James said with a roll of his eyes. “I haven’t sat next to you in Potions every class since first year to not know that if Xeno took just a week off from trying to fuck everything with a pulse he’d know you are one of the nicest and cutest girls he’s ever going to get. You’re wicked smart too which is up his alley… I still don’t understand how he still gets the grades he does.”

“Thanks, James. For what it’s worth, I think Lily is missing out on a very observant and handsome and sweet guy even if your pranks go a little too far sometimes.”

“Well, we only save those for people that like to pick on those smaller than them.”

“I know.”

“Do you feel like going back to the ball? Because I don’t.”

“Not really.”

James held out his arm. “Shall we make our way to Gryffindor, my lady.”

“We shall, good sir.”

You and James skipped through the halls until you made it back to Gryffindor tower. You ended up following him up to his dorm which you had never seen before. Despite being assigned class partners since you two were eleven, you weren’t exactly friends with James Potter. Just acquaintances was what you were.

The marauders’ dorm was nice. The first thing you noticed was the fact that they reconfigured their beds. Almost every bed was laying horizontal and flush against the wall, like a bed turned couch. And the wardrobes were also flush against the wall either at the head or foot of the beds, whichever allowed all the beds to see each other. You’d have to proposition your roommates about doing that. It made the space so much wider and seemed to give everyone a personal area.

James led you to his bed area with a blue rug in front of it. You took off your shoes and set them neatly next to his, noting how he was very organized about his shoes being lined up underneath the bed. James moved to the wardrobe at the foot of his bed. His hand dug through the shelves for his pajamas.

“Do you want something to change into?”

You took some of his clothes with a thanks and went into the bathroom to wash and get changed. You and James were going to open the firewhiskey in Sirius’ trunk and vent to each other while getting progressively drunker. James started to make himself a little cot on the floor while you took a shower. Something told him that you two would probably stay up late and potentially fall asleep. He already decided that you were getting the bed.

You laid down on the bed and ate some fizzing whizbees while waiting for James to finish showering. You shot up when James practically broke his own door. His hair was still wet and his clothes looked very disheveled on him.

“I have a plan so dumb it might work on luck alone,” he said as he shook your shoulders.

“I’m listening.”

“Go out with me.”

You laughed. “James, are you already drunk?”

“Just a bit tipsy. But listen to me. You want Xenophilius, I want Lily but neither of them seem to really notice us. So let’s make them notice.”

“You want to make them jealous?”

“Well, I don’t know if they’ll be jealous but I want to make them feel something. Don’t you think they would at least be curious about why we suddenly stopped pinning over them? They’d at least talk to us more, I just know it.”

“Okay, one problem. You scream through the corridors about how much you love Lily. I think only my friends know that I like him and one of those friends is Lily.”

“You two are friends?”

“Well, we’re roommates, one of the few Gryffindor dorms with five girls. I’m really just friends with Dorcas and Alice when she’s not holed up in Hufflepuff.”

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re gonna have to do something embarrassing.”

And that was how you found yourself waiting outside Ravenclaw’s locker room before the big quidditch match on the last day of first semester. If anyone talks, it’s going to be quidditch players. They chuckled a bit while you waited for Xenophilius to come outside, some even going back in to tell him that you were there.

He finally left the dressing room after what seemed like forever and stood right in front of you. Reluctantly, you gave him a small gift and wished him luck before scurrying to find your roommates in the stands. You didn’t think it would take very long for the gossip to spread. What you didn’t expect was for you to get the label of a lovesick puppy. That was worse than what they called James. You told him such over winter break.

The two of you were at his house for the entirety of the break, teaching each other all about yourselves and finishing the plot. You two wouldn’t start fake-dating until the start of seventh year, on the Hogwarts Express to be exact… with James doing a big gesture that was entirely his idea. He was super invested in making it believable. If it wasn’t believable then there was no point.

James handed over your letter to Peter who was still next to him. “Y/N says hi and she’s sorry she couldn’t make it to the party.”

“Since when were you talking to our roommate?” Marlene asked.

“Since I’ve sat next to her everyday in Potions and Transfiguration since we were first years.”

“You’ve been assigned that long?”

“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Minnie and Slughorn never switched us. I should probably write something back to her.”

The only thing in James’ letter was that he thinks the plan might work. Everyone perked up at the notion of you two being secret friends so maybe fake-dating would work after all. You threw the letter into your trunk and headed to Platform 9 and ¾. You went to find Alice who would hopefully be alone or with her other Hufflepuff friends.

That was what James wanted anyway. He came in about halfway through the train ride when you were in the middle of talking with your friends. James sheepishly held up a sweater and tapped on the window. Alice nodded for him to come in. The girl was shocked when he immediately turned to you.

“Bug?”

“Yes, Prongs?”

“Do you remember last year when you said you sew? Do you think you can mend this?”

“It’s not even autumn yet. Why do you need the jumper now?”

“I just thought I’d forget unless I said it right at this moment.”

You rolled your eyes but looked for a sewing kit in your trunk. Setting it on the bench, you grabbed the sweater and gently pushed him out of the room.

“Why am I friends with you?”

“Because you love me.”

“Goodbye, James Potter.”

“Bye, Bug. Thank you.”

You sat back down and dug through your sewing kit before muttering that you didn’t have navy blue thread and would try to find some. You had already known that you didn’t have the correct color thread. But a certain Ravenclaw probably did. Your hand shook a bit as you closed the door to your compartment:

“What are Xeno’s hobbies?” James asked when you two took a break to hang out at the pool in his backyard when you arrived early in the summer.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s a load of bull. I know Lily’s favorite gemstone is carnelian because it matches her hair. So what’s one of the man's hobbies?”

“He likes to sew.”

“Oh this is brilliant.”

You knocked on the door of the train compartment that Xenophilius, his friends, and the new girl he was with for the start of school. He and his friends smiled at seeing you and let you in. You held up the sweater.

“Do any of you have navy blue thread? I’m trying to mend a jumper.”

Xeno summoned the spool of thread from out of his trunk. He held it up in his hand until you came in to receive it. His hold lingered on yours.

“You like to sew?”

You shrugged. “It’s more of a hobby. I’ve only ever done stuff for myself until now.”

“Is that for your mum? My first gift to someone else was for my parents.”

“No, James Potter. The idiot can’t mend a simple hole in a sweater. Thank you for the thread, I’ll return it before dinner.”

You smiled a little as you walked back to your compartment. Xenophilius’ smile had twitched a bit when you mentioned James’ name. Maybe his plan might work. Your friends had clearly been gossiping about you when you were gone. There was no doubt that the Ravenclaws were gossiping about you when you left. And because James insisted that you give him his sweater once everyone got into the Great Hall, you were sure other people were bound to gossip.

James ignored the other marauders when they got back to their dorms. He’d tell his friends the truth eventually but it was necessary they also believe the lie for at least a month or two. You and him were supposed to be close friends for the first month. If Lily or Xenophilius didn’t make a move from that alone then you would start fake-dating. It was a foolproof idea really.

(part 2)

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lovearthur · 2 months

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How would Arthur react if fem reader is a witch/sorceress? I don't know if magic is possible in Red Dead Redemption.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2dODceEwE0o&pp=ygUWeWVubmVmZXIgbW9kIHdpdGNoZXIgMw%3D%3D

𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! fem/afab reader . misunderstood reader . misunderstood arthur at first . tuberculosis talk . violence(?) aka gunshot talk . barely proofread

spunk - courageous and determined, confident etc

u were a witch. more specifically, a herbal witch. ur ancestors were witches too but they were massacred during the trials. if it wasn't for ur father before he passed away, god knows where u and ur mother would've been. but unfortunately, their teachings and knowledge could only go so far.. ur mother was sick, real sick. she had tuberculosis, one hell of a thing. u felt horrible, ur mother looked so... weak. u knew what was coming but u couldn't bare it. it always upset u more than you thought. she was always frail, fragile, even more soft-spoken than usual. u did everything u could to make sure she had a good remaining life.

u have some abilities. well, kinda. u knew how to help people with different herbs and herbal teas. it wasn't anything that unusual, u thought, but folk ain't too nice to u. in the near town of Emerald Ranch, they turned up their nose at u; thinking u were weird, strange, unusual. u thought u were just a normal young woman making her way through life. after making sure ur mother was all comfortable and well, u decided to take a trip away from home for more herbs and with that, u get onto ur hose and head off. nature was such a pretty sight. the flowers, plants, insects, animals... it was all so beautiful. u even saw a herd of deer, such innocent creatures they were. after a little while, u hitched off ur horse, took the lead began to walk to the edge of the river, sitting by a patch of different plants, picking off the ones u needed; ginseng, bay boylete, blackberry, burdock root, thyme...

"hey! ain't ya the witch?" a deep voice said, which had u stand up immediately and look to the direction of the sound. four men walked out into the open, giving u the time to study each other face and appearance. they looked rough, rugged even. this hasn't happened to u before. "i ain't no witch, gentlemen." u reply, a hint of sterness in ur tone. u weren't the type to back down from confrontation nor scared that easily. "that ain't what folk been tellin' us, missy." of course it's not, the folk in that town were mean, mean people. mean as they can get. they just didn't know u and didn't dare to. "though, yer quite easy on the eyes, little lady." another man said, which earned a low chuckle from the rest of them as they took few more steps toward u. ur stomach churned at the sight, this wasnt good. u trusted ur gut feeling and it told u this weren't right.. nowhere close.

this was a situation u didn't think u would ever be in.

swiftly, one man wrapped his arms around u, restricting the use for ur arms. that'll definitely leave bruises later on. and of course, u did ur best to get out of his tight grasp but that caused them to all laugh as u struggled. u were scared nonetheless u kept that feeling inside, not wanting to show that vulnerability. "let me go, ya fool!" u yelled, keeping ur tone stern and demanding. he turned to his friends with a chuckle "oh, this little lady has some spunk in her! i like that..." ur mind went wild, that wild and running miles per hour... u felt overwhelmed and a gust of strong electricity knocked them to their feet, away from u.

"goddamn it, she is a witch!" u heard one say and before u could do anything else suddenly two of them were shot down, seeing their sould leave their bodies. one mumbled a "shit." before he ran away, leaving the main there, alone. what the...? u didn't even do anything that time? "leave the woman alone, ye son of bitch." a deep authoritative tone was heard, slowly the mysterious man walked out, with a cattleman revolver in hand while he kept his aim fixated on the three men. to u, he seemed familiar. u couldn't put ur finger on it... he was tall, 6 foot tall at most, he was threatening too. he an growing beard since u noticed the small scar on his chin where the hair refused to grow. u kept ur distance from the men either way. "hey now, mister. we mean no harm t' the little lady... jus' bein' friendly." that was not being friendly, u and the man both knew it. a sudden shot was fired, hitting the man in his shoulder before his revolver shot back. one man down and the other survived...

after he holsters his revolver before turning to look down at u. "ye alright' there, young lady?" his tone was rough, deep. u looked up, studying his face for a moment, he was so familiar to u but u didnt realise why. he was likely older; in his middle thirties at least. "'m fine.. thank ya, mister." u finally replied. and then, u figure him out; ur eyes widen as u remembered, Arthur Morgan. u recognised him from the wanted: dead or alive posters. he was the threatening, ruthless man on the run, with a gang of outlaws. u backed off to ur horse slightly and once he realised it, he raised his hands up slightly in defence- his hand rough from years of work. "i mean no harm t'ya, miss. I know how it looks, but I ain't gonna hurt ya, promise ya that." u looked him up and down, arguing with ur own morals. he could be a dangerous but u couldn't argue exactly. folk thought u were dangerous too, maybe just as dangerous as any outlaw. his bleeding wound caught ur eye and u stepped towards him. "...yer hurt, look at yer shoulder, mister." u say, as ur inspecting his shoulder wound. u can fix him up, wounds were no match for ur special talents. "ah, its fine. dealt with worse." he says, dismissing his injuries like a small papercut but u weren't having it. "I'd like to help ya, 'm good at those things." u insisted, looking up at his blue-green eyes.

now u couldn't believe it. this was insane, u felt insane. u were back in ur home with ur mother in the other room. u were sitting on a chair, nearby with a table of little fabrics and a cup of herbal tea. u felt insane, bringing an injured wanted man into ur home... "dont mean to be rude but, what did ya do back there, Miss [name]?" he asked u, his voice rough but now he had a soft tone. u looked up from his shoulder, meeting his gaze. "what do ya mean, Arthur?" he took a moment, trying to figure out how to ask u out right. "back there, with the fellers... ya blew them off down right t'the ground." he continued in disbelief. he hasn't seen anything like it. he was confused, or he felt stupid, but he knew what he saw. now it was ur turn to take a moment, thinking of ur reply. what would u even say? "hey im a witch, but im not a bad person!" u felt so stupid ur gonna scare him off with whatever leaves ur pink lips anyway!

either way, u kept ur gaze to his wound as u spoke. "i ain't-... i ain't like most folk. i dunno, jus' not like that. 'm what ya would call.. a freak, a circus act. there is some things ya can't do that I can." u said, keeping ur tone calm as u began to clean his wound properly. he hissed slightly at the pain, u couldn't blame him. a gunshot wound was pretty painful. he processed ur words. he nodded at ur words, but he didn't seem to understand that well, but he had the spirits. "ya seem like a normal young lady, ya ain't no freak either. they're just fools. somethin' like that happens again 'nd I'll set 'em straight fer ya, okay?" u looked up at him, and ur heart skipped a beat. he was a nice man, a good man to u so far. "okay, Arthur... thank ya." and he nodded at ur words.

"anythin' fer a lady like ya." he replies while he adjusts himself in the wooden chair.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #i love arthur morgan

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bonefall · 7 months

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Could you tell us anything more about our girl Cricketclaw? I have vague memories of you mentioning she just took Graykit and dipped to make sure they would both survive the plague. Queen, honestly. Did she have strong political leanings? Bffs? Hobbies? Opinions on Darkstripe becoming a huge dick? Depending on who mentored her that could be a lot of tension between the two.

Hopefully I will have her summary out soon, but sure! Casual jumble about Miss Cricketclaw, daughter of Dappletail, sister of Darkstripe and Graystripe.

NOTE: you're completely correct, I initially planned for Cricketclaw to nab Graykit and bolt for a while as the worst of the plague washed over ThunderClan before TPB. On further consideration though, I NEED to change it to Darkstripe for dramatic purposes.

The sibling who saved Graykit's life dies to his brother's claws in the end, in defense of Firestar. Do you understand my vision?

So with that in mind!

Cricketclaw and Darkstripe are Dappletail's first litter.

They were suuuuuper super close as kits. Always getting into trouble, thick as thieves with the mischief to match.

They once wandered off during a bad storm and came across a lone badger. Bluestar arrived just in time to kill it all on her own, but lost a life in the process.

For Cricketkit, that was formative. Her loyalty to Bluestar is absolutely unshakable.

(Darkkit was more just traumatized by it, it affects his ability to fight even though he doesn't want to admit it)

Their paths really started to diverge when they were apprenticed. Darkpaw was given to Tigerclaw, Cricketpaw went to Redtail.

Both siblings really idolized their mentors, remaining close into their adulthoods.

Dappletail and Cricketclaw were some of the few cats who where always a bit... iffy, on Tigerclaw. They kept quiet about it though, because it was VERY vibes-based.

Dappletail (the educator) kinda felt... dismissed? By him. And Cricketclaw was seeing how her brother was changing.

Like, since when was Darkpaw interested in advanced battle moves? The only finesse this guy ever displayed was the finesse to not get jabbed by a blackberry bramble. What happened to her nerd of a brother who could tell a red knoutberry from a raspberry at a thousand foxlengths?

But... Tigerclaw was strong and respected. He wasn't like his mentor, who always gave Dappletail and her friend Rosetail issues.

And it was good that Darkstripe was finally a strong, capable warrior.

He was a lot grumpier and gruffer than he used to be but, that's growing up.

Cricketclaw was named for being the more standoffish of the two. She's the fighter, the one who was more disciplined and battle-ready. It was odd and ironic to her that Darkstripe was becoming the more aggressive one, the more time passed.

But anyway, enough of her relationship to him! She has a ton of ambitions in her own right and has a pretty strong personality.

She LOVES practical jokes. When Graykit and Featherkit were born, she was ecstatic because it meant she was going to have little siblings to confuse

She's outgoing and funny. She inherited her mother's resting bitchface. Don't let it fool you.

Like other warriors though, she will defend the territory ferociously. Bluestar is a big inspiration to her, she is brave.

I imagine she is friends with Goldenflower, though I'm not sure why. I feel like they just get along, somehow.

(In canon, she greets her in the nursery. Cricketclaw is the BB version of the "Distinctive Tabby Queen")

Depending on some timeline stuff she might have a rivalry going on with Willowpelt. They both want to be Head of Hunting eventually.

When Darkstripe skedaddles with Graykit, she wishes she thought of it first. But won't abandon her mother after they just lost Featherkit.

When Darkstripe comes back she LOUDLY defends him. For a moment, she has hope that they might reconnect, but it doesn't happen.

She is an ally of Firepaw from a young age, but can be harder on Graypaw. Mostly because Gray is her little brother, she feels more responsible for him when he acts like a brat.

Cricketclaw is the sort of person who would tell a mean xenophobic joke, but regret it if Firepaw winces.

Or, worse, she comes up with one, says it in the wrong company, and then suddenly Darkstripe is saying it unironically.

I'm not entirely sure when she dies, but it's probably at some point in TNP. She is the sort of person who would die throwing herself at something very large, like a boar, or running back towards collapsing trees to save other people.

Anyway, her favorite food is blackberries.

#BB!Cricketclaw #Better bones au #Dapplekin

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Okay, so I've been surfing tumblr and seeing all these headcanons and various other little things about the Sullies as children and it got my brain going so thanks a lot to every last person who has aided in giving me Avatar brainrot. Anyways, I've built this whole thing up in my head that goes from the time Neytiri & Ronal get pregnant to who the fuck knows, so starting with the eldest lets begin (just the Sullys as babies, if you enjoy putting your own thoughts in this one then I'll get to Ronal and Tonowari's kids and more lol).

Neteyam

He was a total and complete accident 100%

Jake and Neytiri were a very quick-burn romantically and got married a little over a year after they officially began dating, they were only married for like 12 seconds when surprise! Positive pregnancy test, babe.

Jake spends a good thirty minutes fully committed to the idea that Neytiri is just fucking with him. She is not.

He spends another thirty minutes wrapping his head around the fact that he's going to be a dad.

He wants so badly to talk to Tommy about it but god damnit he can't.

He's for sure the more cautious one during the pregnancy, of that I have no doubt. Neytiri will want to do some random shit like go horseback riding with Tsu'tey (this man will always live on in my heart okay let me be happy) and Jake will practically faint at the thought alone.

Eventually Neytiri will start pretending to want to do #risky shit solely for the amusement Jake's reactions bring her with zero intentions of actually following through. Nobody is sure if Jake ever ended up catching on or not.

I'm 100% convinced that Neytiri would be into all of the traditional pregnancy milestones/events and fucking live for each and every one of them regardless of Jake's thoughts because it's their baby, Jake, and don't you want to see if a necklace will actually predict the gender of him/her? (It very much did not, Neteyam wound up being a boy. Stupid necklace.)

Grandma Mo'at is your trademark superstitious/nature-inclined grandparent and I have zero doubts that Neytiri has inherited some of that. I feel like it would flare up during her first pregnancy but only, like, low-key. Do with this information what you will.

Jake has no idea what to do or buy or anything but boy does he try. (When he fails he fails hard but when he gets it right he gets it right *that cute little dinosaur mobile is just so adorable!*)

Neteyam is by far Neytiri's easiest pregnancy. She doesn't really get any morning sickness and feels pretty fine in general throughout the whole thing.

She does wind up craving a ton of different fruits though (blueberries and honeydew melon mainly, but also strawberries, watermelon, blackberries, and pretty much any other melon under the sun. Oh, there was also that one time she refused to eat anything but pomegranates for like one solid afternoon).

Neteyam is a summer baby and nobody can convince me otherwise. August, to be exact.

I imagine that, while her pregnancy was breezy, Neteyam's actual birth sucked ass.

Jake almost passes out but luckily war prepared him for the horrors he witnessed in that delivery room.

Neteyam was actually pretty quiet after his birth. Once they got him all wrapped up he was chill.

Jake was the first one to hold him since Neytiri was exhausted beyond understanding, but Jake sat really close to her and she pretty much demanded to hold their son after like 5 minutes and the nurses were all like: ma'am, you're about to pass out???

As long as one of six songs is playing everything is chill: Edith Whisker's Home, Stephan Sanchez's See the Light, Sea Wolf's The Violet Hour, The Family Crest's She Knows My Name, Mills' Born N' Raised, or Black Match's Nowhere. If one of these songs is playing, Neteyam is an angel. The moment the music stops, though? I'd hate to be anyone within a ten mile radius because that baby's got pipes.

I feel like Neteyam is actually a big daddy's boy during this time period. He's all giggly and happy around everyone, but it becomes clear around three months in that dad is indeed the favorite. And it makes sense. Jake is who he's around the majority of his day (I'm fully committed to stay-at-home dad Jake Sully). Neytiri likes to tease him, saying if she was at home more it would be no contest. Secretly, though, she's happy he's bonding so much with their baby. He needs some light in his life.

Jake is completely restless inside but at the same time has no idea what he can and cannot do with a baby (plus there's the whole "music needs to be playing" thing) so he resorts to long car rides regularly with Neteyam's coveted songs playing on repeat.

Neteyam isn't a picky eater per se, but he is very particular---oh who the fuck am I kidding this kid refuses to eat anything but banana baby food voluntarily good luck with that Jake. Eventually Jake manages to weasel in plum baby food too (sticking to the fruit theme I see) but that is it. (I just picture this man in tears trying to get Neteyam to try some peas or a chocolate bar or "something, Neteyam, anything".)

Spider

Spider enters the scene a little before Kiri is born, I like to think. He's already around a year and a half when he's plopped into Norm's lap as a temporary placement while they scramble to find him a more permanent home.

It starts out with Jake agreeing to watch the little guy while Norm does science-y stuff, but quickly Jake finds himself getting attached. Spider is just such a sweet, lively baby who's curious about everything around him, especially Neteyam.

Like seriously, baby Spider is full-on fascinated with his siblings, starting of course with Neteyam. Whenever he sees the boy, he'll squeal excitedly and make hand gestures as if to say "bring him closer!" and it's just the most adorable thing Jake has ever seen.

Wherever Neteyam is set down, Spider will make his way to him no matter what is in the way. He can't walk on his own completely yet, but he is very good at walking by holding on to furniture and other such things. As long has he can pull himself up, this dude is getting places.

Jake learns very quickly to either 1) watch Spider like a hawk at all times or 2) but Neteyam close by and let his charming baby work his magic in getting Spider's full attention.

Spider isn't picky (something that relieves Jake greatly) and will eat pretty much whatever Jake hands him, though Jake quickly learns that yogurt is his favorite.

Spider has a strange fascination with fairy lights, too. He gets a kick out of when they change color and it provides hours of entertainment as long as Neteyam is near as well, allowing Jake to get various things done with little concern. Spider especially likes it when the lights turn red and he always turns to babble nonsense at Jake when they do, most notably being "no no no!" but in, like, a happy way? Jake isn't sure if Spider understands the true meaning of the word yet, which actually concerns him for a little until Spider makes it very clear one day that he is not fond of baths with many no no no's.

Eventually Neytiri can't help but become fond of Spider as well. It starts when Norm needs someone to watch him on a Sunday but Jake can't because Sunday is the day he and Neytiri decided would be his break day, a time away from the kids and house to just relax, so he's at the beach. She reluctantly agrees to take Spider as a favor to Norm, seeing how desperate the man is and also not wanting to interrupt Jake's relaxing day out.

It doesn't get off to a great start. Spider seems perplexed when he realizes that Jake isn't at the house due to the fact that at this point he's been spending Monday through Friday with Jake and Neteyam (along with some Saturdays), and this is followed swiftly by agitation. He isn't a loud crier like Neteyam, but he might just be worse anyways because Jesus does that kid squirm. He spends the first hour whining and squirming and pushing at Neytiri as if to try and get her to put him down. Neteyam calms him considerably, but he's still fussy and babbling "no!" over and over again, along with the occasional break in pattern to sprinkle in some variety.

Neytiri cracks and texts Jake asking what to do, and when Jake asks if she's tried the fairy lights she realizes she hasn't and gives it a try. Spider's whining ceases instantly, replaced by giggles.

After that it's easier, and Neytiri puts on Cars and makes sure that they're both situated safely before going to the kitchen to grab a smoothie and then comes to sit on the couch. When a little hand comes to rest on her knee she looks down and sees Spider looking up at her curiously.

He then proceeds to reach out and ask "eat?" and how did Neytiri not notice how cute he is with his sunshine curls and cornflower eyes and chubby little cheeks and okay maybe she's beginning to understand why her husband is fond of this child.

(She lets Spider try the smoothie, btw.)

The day Norm has to take Spider to his more permanent foster placement, Jake and Neytiri come with and Jake has like a whole list of dos and don'ts and has brought all of the things Spider likes and is all like "and remember, he's super easy to give a bath to so long as you sing him the tiny turtle song while you put him in the tub. Oh, also he loves yogurt but especially the key-lime pie yogurt. And lemon, too! You know what, he likes citrus in general. Don't forget that his favorite color is red! I packed a pair of red pjs in there, they're his favorite, we got them for him when we went to the mall that one time. Also, so long as you feed him a good time before you put him to bed he should go down just fine, just make sure you don't---" and Neytiri's all like "ma Jake I think they get it," only then she begins her own lecture on how he likes it if you put ice in his apple juice and to never give him chocolate because it makes him hyper and don't bother with baby gates because that shit doesn't work and soon enough they realize that, hey, this might be our baby now.

Kiri

She's born a little before Lo'ak. Definitely a spring baby.

The quietest baby you will ever fucking know. When she was born she was so quiet that the doctors were genuinely worried for a moment that she'd been stillborn.

Spider loves her immediately, to absolutely nobody's surprise. A good portion of Kiri's early days are spent being babbled to by Spider endlessly.

Unlike Neteyam, Kiri is a total mama's girl and gets all grumpy when Neytiri leaves the room unless she's sleeping when Neytiri leaves, then for some reason it's all good like? Jake will never understand. Eventually, however, this becomes a Mo'at thing. Very quickly Mo'at and her become one another's favorites and Mo'at will often find the most absurd reason to come see her.

Neytiri sings to her and takes her out to the backyard to lay on the grass and I swear this baby loves grass more than she loves the warmth of her own home.

Kiri loves carrot and pea baby food, much to Jake's surprise. Sure, Spider isn't a picky eater, but the kid was by no means a lover of vegetables. He'd eat them, but never pick them. And Neteyam? Hell, getting that baby to eat something more than plums and bananas was something he considered a win. So a child who actively eats veggies? Fucking finally.

Very interested in all of the plants around their house. Nothing else to be said. She just sort of looks at them in that weird way that only babies can look at something.

She has this purple blanket that Neytiri made for her herself and she will. not. sleep without it. Ever. She won't cry or anything like that if she doesn't have it, but you best bet that she will not be doing much of anything else either.

Whenever she has it she's asleep like 90% of the time. Jake's kind of confused actually because neither Neteyam nor Spider slept as much as she does.

Over all, Kiri is probably the chillest of the Sullys as a baby. Not very demanding, not very easy to upset, and doesn't make things difficult most days.

Lo'ak

Neytiri's hardest pregnancy for sure. She was puking, sick, huge, and could hardly keep anything down at all. The only two things Neytiri managed to keep down throughout her whole pregnancy without puking it up at least once was orange juice (extra pulpy) and Domino's barbeque pizza, and you best bet that got old quick.

Thankfully, the birth went smoothly. He was for sure born in early, early summer---like the time when it's still cooler and sort of rainy but also sunny at the same time.

I don't want to go so far as to say that Lo'ak was a demon-baby, but this child definitely gave Jake a run for his money. One minute he likes something and wants it, the next minute how dare you even so much as think about trying to feed that poison to him. One minute he loves being held, the next minute he's screaming and tears are falling and he hates you. With Jake he was like this all of the time. With Neytiri he was better, but still fussy.

I'm convinced that him and Neteyam were, like, so close when they were little and the only person that Lo'ak was an absolute angel to was in fact little one-year-old Neteyam. Whenever Neteyam was around he would smile and giggle and try to get closer. I swear, even as a baby Neteyam's charm was unparalleled.

Lo'ak has this binky that he had with him almost 24/7. Without it he was even more. . . er, challenging, than usual. And teething hit him hard as well. The amount of teething toys and biscuits this poor family had to go through, I swear.

Lo'ak, unlike the others, did not take to solids very well at first. The struggle to get this child to eat something, anything, that wasn't breast milk was so real you don't even know. Jake just let Neytiri take care of this one, it was clear he wasn't going to get anywhere. How she managed to get him to eat, Jake will never know (it was cinnamon applesauce, she coerced him with cinnamon applesauce).

Lo'ak had this particularly fun phase where he liked pulling on pretty much anything within reach and this led to him almost getting himself killed multiple times.

Whenever Neteyam cried, Lo'ak cried. Whenever Neteyam laughed, Lo'ak laughed. Sometimes when he was particularly exhausted Jake would do his best to get Neteyam in a good mood because if Neteyam was in a good mood, so was Lo'ak.

Despite how difficult Lo'ak could be, there were these times when he would just cry and cry until Jake picked him up, and then he would just fall asleep while Jake held him. As much as Jake hated to admit it, it felt nice to walk around the house with a sleeping Lo'ak tucked to his chest.

Neytiri would often cook with Lo'ak strapped to her. He was her "little taste-tester".

I'm sorry this got so long my brain knows no bounds I swear I go so overboard sometimes 😭 Tuk isn't in this one because in my head I'm going chronologically btw.

I don't even think there is anything to add, anon. Just know I am crying?? Thank you so much for this genuine gift you have given me.

I LOVEEEE stay at home wheelchair dad Jake Sully he means the entire world to me. Jake being convinced Neytiri was joking about being pregnant??? Obsessed. WANTING TO TALK TO TOMMY?? Dead. FOSTER DAD NORM?? You can't convince me Jake and Norm didn't become friends through the foster system they were both in okay okay. And Norm and Tommy connected over their science shit and Jake was always trying to keep them from getting bullied too hard lol. Norm is a foster parent because he believes in fixing the system through it, Jake is more disillusioned. He was all skeptical of the idea at first, but boy did he get attached to Spider quickly. Neytiri and Jake's Spider speech kills me I'll die real tears. They're like oh shit actually... you can't have him. And the days before they can petition the court about it? So sad. Neteyam is a mess without his buddy. Kiri's vibes are simply flawless, and I love Mo'at making shit up to be there lol. DEMON BABY LO'AK, iconic, please. He tries to die so often. They have to baby proof the baby proofing on the house.

Please anon, this made my week, definitely send more.

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unicyclehippo · 2 months

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Lightly for the word request? Good luck!

more witch-imogen as i now must wait for dinner to cook

part one

‘how did you find me?’

‘i walked,’ laudna tells her. ‘and i looked for something strange. when there is something strange about, it is always the sign of a witch.’

a smile shot across the witch’s face, a shooting star. the warmth gone so fast laudna wonders if she had imagined it.

‘what did you find?’ she asks laudna, and steps out from the garden bed. she is wearing big boots, even though it has not rained all week.

laudna’s arms tremble a little under the weight of her tart. she ladened it with as many blackberries as she could find and, since they grow plentiful around her cottage, it was a very large tart indeed.

as she answers the witch’s question, laudna looks for some place she can set it down. a table would be best but an overturned bucket would do. she doesn’t have the wrists for hospitality, she thinks, mournful. twiggish, they were. bone and little else.

‘less shadows than normal, and more flowers. a cloud reluctant to move along.’ the witch frowns at that. ‘tomatoes.’

‘tomatoes?’ her accent changes the word; it sounds ripe and red on her tongue. laudna wonders what they taste like, if the name alone is so vibrant.

‘they don’t grow well here,’ laudna tells her. ‘it’s too cold.’

‘huh.’ her brow furrows, a perfect place for a thought or two to be planted and grow. ‘i never have any trouble with them.’

‘it’s warmer here.’

‘you just said it’s cold.’

‘it’s warmer here,’ laudna says again, more clearly, as she tilts her head toward the house, the garden, the clearing. she would wave a hand but doesn’t dare move it from her tart dish. ‘is that a spell? to make things warm?’

those lavender eyes turn harsh and hard, amethyst sharp. ‘and what if it was?’

this is a witch’s question, laudna thinks. there should be some clever answer, some hidden reply. her heart sinks. she doesn’t know what it is. would she be sent away? she had hoped to spend a little longer.

‘it’s very clever,’ she says at long last. ‘and very welcome. winter lasts too long here.’

the witch relaxes at her words. as she does, the very air relaxes with her. there are thorns in the clearing after all, laudna realises. invisible but no less sharp.

‘come in out of the cold then,’ the witch says. ‘and put the tart down before you drop it.’

laudna laughs, a cackle she stops quickly, not wanting to frighten the witch. she doesn’t know if a witch can be frightened, but she doesn’t wish to test it yet.

‘i didn’t think you’d noticed,’ laudna admits.

the witch smiles a witch’s smile—half happy, half sad. ‘i noticed. i would take it from you but i don’t want to risk it.’

laudna blinks. she looks at the witch more closely. how she holds herself back, away. how still she stands. ‘i won’t hurt you,’ she tells the witch. ‘i don’t think i possibly could.’

the witch says nothing, only smiles her smile. with a flick of her wrist the door of her cabin swings open.

‘there’s a table inside. you can put it down.’ she pauses, then adds, in a strange tone, ‘you can stay and share it with me. if you like.’

#tagging my stories #prompt fill #imodna my beloveds #imodna #cr fic #did i use the prompt word? maybe not

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monstersandmaw · 1 year

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Male werewolf x female character (Gabe & Odessa) - Chapter Twenty Two (sfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Well, folks, we finally did it! This is my longest-running story on here, and it’s finally come to an end. Kind of. This is the end of ‘Season One’ (for want of a better term), and I have a short interlude planned from Gabe’s POV, followed by a ‘Season Two’. I also asked you what other ‘non-humans’ you’d like to see for 2023, so I’m going to be working on some other stories too since my workshop is currently flooded and out of action for the forseeable future. Thanks for your input and ideas with that - I always welcome prompts and ideas, even if I don’t guarantee to write them!

Anyway, enough waffle. Here’s the wrap-up to G&O (if you have any ideas for actual titles for this story, please tell me - I did ask ages ago but my dumb brain cell forgot them!).

Content: After two blissful weeks, Odessa has to say farewell to Gabe and Pinewatch, and return to the city, but once she’s there, things turn out to be not quite so bleak... Wordcount: 4367

Catch up here:

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw) Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw), Part Eleven (nsfw), Part Twelve (sfw), Part Thirteen (sfw), Part Fourteen (nsfw), Part Fifteen (nsfw), Part Sixteen (nsfw), Part Seventeen (sfw), Part Eighteen (v. light nsfw), Part Nineteen (nsfw), Part Twenty (nsfw), Part Twenty-One (nsfw)

Odessa woke the next morning and for three full minutes, she didn’t think about having to leave.

The moment she did, she began to cry.

Silent tears slid from the corners of her eyes to melt into her hair as she lay on her back and stared at the ceiling while Gabe slept on silently beside her, curled on his side and facing her. His chest rose and fell with the regular, quiet ease of someone deeply and contentedly asleep, and she tried to focus on that instead, letting her mind drift along with each steady inhale and exhale. Memories of her fortnight in the forest scudded across her mind’s eye like little boats in a flotilla of happy snapshots: walks to the lake, shy flirting, drinks at the pub, new friends, discovering fairytale creatures were real, more mind-blowing and affectionate sex than she’d ever had in her life, pancakes, blackberry cupcakes, waterfalls and werebears, adorable wolf-dogs, Gabe’s hazel eyes and dimpled smile…

Somehow, her last day in Pinewatch had dawned, and the idea of leaving all that behind just seemed more painful and unfair than anything she’d ever experienced, even if it wouldn’t be for long. For a long time, she couldn’t move so much as a muscle as the sudden, sharp grief crushed her and buried her beneath its weight.

Beside her, Gabe inhaled deeply through his nose. “Hey,” he mumbled, coming awake sharply and reaching for her with a frown. He blinked back the bleary remnants of sleep from his eyes and brushed the tears from her face with his knuckles. He kissed her temple, shuffling closer to her and tucking the duvet up around her. “Come here.”

With Gabe wrapped around her body from behind, holding her tightly enough that she felt a little more grounded, she began to feel marginally better, and with a deep sigh, she tried to let it all go. “I know it’s only temporary,” she said, kissing his hand before he moved it to continue stroking her hair. It was too wildly curled and tangled for him to comb his fingers through it, but the way his palm skated over the contours of her skull calmed something deep within her.

“Still sucks though,” he said and she hummed. “Could I come and visit you there?” he asked after a pause.

She frowned. She hadn’t even considered that as an option. “In the city? I thought you hated it? And what about your family? And the dogs?”

She felt him smile and he kissed her again. “I hated it there because I thought I had no choice about my future. The dogs will be fine on their own in the enclosure for a few days. I’ll take them for a long run when I get back, and Tala or Carys can feed them for me once a day.”

“And… your family?” she asked when she realised that was the only thing he hadn’t answered.

Gabe gave a big sigh and Odessa rolled onto her back to look up at him properly. He had a pillow crease on his cheek that she wanted to kiss, but she just smiled privately and let him talk. “When a wolf enters the territory of another pack, unless they’re literally just passing through that day, it’s custom for them to announce themselves to the pack leader and state their intentions. If I’m staying longer than a few hours, I’ll need to go to them for permission to stay.”

Her heart rate picked up and she bit her lip. “Is that something you’d be… comfortable doing? You said your mother literally exiled you… They won’t… I don’t know, turn on you?”

He shook his head. “It’ll be… strained, for sure. I can write to my brother about it. We’re still vaguely in touch at Christmas and sometimes in between. He knows where I live and what I do for work and stuff. I could ask him if I could come and present myself to the pack in order to visit my — to visit you,” he said, his gaze drifting towards the ceiling.

“Would he advocate for you then?”

Gabe nodded. “Yeah, probably. I think he’d stand up for me. We used to be very close.”

Something sad stabbed just below her ribs at the way he said it. “Do you miss him?” she asked in a tentative whisper.

“Yeah,” he rasped, eyes closing for a second. “He’s two years younger than me, but we were inseparable from the moment he was born. Until… til I left…” He paused and let his thumb play distractedly over her shoulder joint. “He has cerebral palsy but it’s never really hindered him doing whatever he wanted to. We did everything together: went climbing at the sports centre, running in the park, kayaking and camping in the school holidays… he played soccer after school and I’d go to watch…”

The image of him as ‘devoted older brother’ only made it more painful that they were now so distant, and she didn’t miss the way his breath caught and his throat tightened as he listed everything they’d once shared. The loss of contact with Raph — the gulf which Gabe’s actions had opened up between them — was clearly as raw to him then as on the day he’d caught that bus out of the city.

Instead of offering him some empty platitude about how sorry she was that it had turned out that way, she squeezed his middle with all her strength, and he grinned through a wheeze and looked down at her with a grateful flash of his golden eyes. She was learning to speak werewolf pretty well, she thought.

“How did the pack react to him becoming your mother’s Second instead of you?”

He shrugged, jostling her slightly. “From the impression he’s given me from his emails, they just accepted it. Mother’s word is law, after all,” he added dryly. “Raph’s thriving on it, the pack is as strong as it’s ever been, and mother got a willing Second, so it all worked out in the end.”

“So what happens if… if you ask to stay and she says no?”

A beat of silence stretched until he exhaled heavily. “Then I’ll have to leave. By werewolf law, they could kill me if I stay without their permission, but I highly doubt it’ll come to that.”

She gasped, going cold all over. “They’re your family, Gabe!”

Again, he shrugged and reached over to lay his palm on her hip. The action calmed her a little, but her heartbeat still galloped wildly. “Pack law is pack law,” he said. “It’s archaic, and while they’re probably traditional enough to give the English aristocracy a run for its money, I don’t think they’d escalate things that far. Killing a family member as a punishment is a huge taboo; no one’s done it for centuries. They’d probably just run me out of town.”

“Would I have to meet them?” she asked with no small amount of trepidation. Honestly, his mother sounded terrifying, but Raph didn’t seem so bad if he was anything like Gabe.

Gabe’s eyes flashed and a short, instinctive growl escaped his throat. “No. I don’t want any of them anywhere near you,” he finally managed to spit out around the sound that took a while to stop and die away.

She half-suspected that the approaching full moon stoked a little of the protective fury in his tone, though probably not by much.

“You’re human, and I don’t want you mixed up in werewolf politics. It’s a minefield, and they already think the worst of me for turning my back on my own family. Settling down with a human is… well, to them it’d be another insult, put it that way.”

“Oh.”

For a while, she just lay there in his arms until he kissed her. “Hey,” he murmured. “Don’t stress it.”

“I don’t want to put you in danger, or more at odds with your family,” she said. “It’s, what, a five hour drive from there to here on a good day? I can do that to come and see you. You don’t need to risk all of that for me.”

Another growl rumbled in his chest like a fading thunderstorm. “I don’t want it to be all on you,” he said. “Until we figure something out, I want you to know I’m there for you. That I’m… invested in this. In us.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “I know that.” Vague, half-formed plans for the future resurfaced, and she began to mull them over again as they lay there in affectionate silence.

“Hey,” he said, and she twitched back to the present moment. “You want to come over to mine for pancakes before you go?”

She nodded. “Yeah, and say goodbye to the dogs, if that’s ok?”

“Don’t blame me if they corner you and refuse to let you out. They’re very intuitive…”

“I won’t be complaining if they do,” she mumbled and hugged him for a while longer.

Their sombre mood didn’t match the morning’s weather at all. Sunlight finally decided to come pouring in through the curtains following days of grey skies and rain, and after lying there anxiously for another half an hour, Odessa huffed a sigh and got out of bed.

The moment she was upright, she felt every ache and stretch from the night before in every corner of her body, and she smiled. She could still feel the way his knot had filled her utterly too, and the way he had come — eyes rolling back, his body submitting completely with a great, heaving shudder as he gave himself to her — was something that would stay with her forever. She’d have to see if he was willing to have shifted sex with her again in the future too, she mused with a bashful smile, and caught herself blushing in the bathroom mirror.

In the privacy of the bathroom, she popped a couple of ibuprofen to help her aches subside, and showered briefly. Gabe seemed in no hurry to get up, and he watched her dress from the warmth of the duvet before finally crawling out of bed and heading for the shower himself. He emerged ten minutes or so later to find her making a cup of tea in the kitchen of the cosy little holiday cabin.

“At least you’ll have good weather for driving,” he said as he came up behind her and put his arms around her middle. The gentle pressure eased the soft ache and she hummed in pleasure.

“I think I’ll pack up my stuff here and drive over to yours,” she said, dunking the teabag a few more times to get it to the right colour. “Then I’ll just go home from there.”

He nodded and said, “I’ll let you finish up in peace then. Just come over whenever you’re done.”

Odessa deliberately didn’t watch him walk out the door, and while she did feel the urge to cry when she heard his truck tyres roll out, she pulled herself together long enough to get her belongings in order. Packing up after a holiday was never going to be a long job, and she carelessly stuffed all her clothes into her rucksack and her hold-all, slung her hiking boots into the back of her little VW, and stumped back to the cabin to make a final check.

It still looked like a fairytale.

The newly planted flowers outside had had two weeks to settle in, and they sat in the beds at the base of the log walls waving merrily in the breezes that scudded around the clearing in the wake of the previous day’s rain. Little birds flitted and twittered in the branches around the cabin, and she could hear the stream trickling along the gully behind the house. Her breath billowed in the damp, cold air, and she shivered.

With the cabin left in order, and the bed linen already stripped and stuffed into the dedicated laundry bag in a corner of the bedroom by Gabe, Odessa locked up and drove the short journey up the road to Gabe’s house.

She found him sitting outside on the back step with Axel’s head in his lap. Mia yowled at her the moment she shut the car door and walked towards the gate in the enclosure fence, and Gabe looked up and smiled without disturbing Axel.

Thunder paced slowly towards her as she slid the latch back on the gate. “Alright to come in?” she asked and Gabe nodded.

She closed it behind her and turned to find Thunder standing immediately behind her. He looked like an emperor awaiting an audience, and she held her hand out shyly to him. He sniffed her knuckles and then licked her skin gently, exhaling with an audible rumble. “I’m gonna miss you too,” she said and glanced self-consciously over at Gabe.

He smiled and said, “He can smell that we’re both kind of stressed,” he said. “He doesn’t like it. Neither does Ax,” he added, stroking the white fluff between Axel’s tense ears.

“I’m sorry buddy,” she said, gently chucking Thunder under the chin while Mia finally gave in and harrumphed over to her. She jabbed Odessa in the thigh with her pointy husky nose, and yowled like a broken car alarm. “I’ll be back to steal all of Gabe’s attention before you know it,” she laughed. “I promise you’ll barely have time to relax before I’m back and you have to chase me off him again.”

Mia growled but it was all play, and Odessa sighed as she crossed to sit with Gabe and Axel for a minute or two before her butt got too cold on the damp step and she stood up again.

Gabe dusted her backside off affectionately and she chuckled. Then he stood up too with a little grunt and said, “Come on. Let’s make some pancakes. Tea or coffee?”

“Coffee, please.”

Having forced herself to be at peace with the knowledge she was leaving, she leaned her hips against the kitchen counter while Gabe cooked, and they ate together at the dining table with their feet intertwined underneath.

“What are your plans for Christmas?” Odessa asked apropos nothing.

Gabe gently speared a strawberry with his fork and pushed it through a small tidal wave of maple syrup. “Nothing adventurous. I usually spend Christmas Day on duty at the centre, just in case,” he said. “A few people like to go camping or hiking in the snow, and sometimes they get into trouble. If I’m not working, Carys has been known to ask me over to her place,” he added with a smile. “In that case, I’ll give the dogs a frozen hunk of venison to keep them busy and I’ll have lunch with her.”

“Is she with anyone?”

He shook his head. “No. Sometimes we go for a hike if the weather is nice, but mostly we just share a meal and swap a few presents. It’s all very low-key. What about you?” he asked. “What were you planning to do this year?”

She shrugged. “Hadn’t got that far ahead, to be perfectly honest. In the past Jake and I each went back to our parents’, but if you’re around, maybe I could come up here and spend it with you and the dogs instead?”

“Your family won’t mind not seeing you?”

“No, I don’t think so. We’re fairly close, but not so close that they’ll kick up a fuss if I don’t go this year.”

He tilted his head. “Would you rather go and see them though?”

After giving it a second’s thought, she shook her head. “No. I want to spend it with just you, if that’s ok?”

Gabe’s smile lit her up inside. “Alright. We’ll do something here. But can I still come and see you before then?” he asked, hope ringing quietly in his voice.

She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t think I can get through the whole of November and December without seeing you at all…”

With that decided, they moved on to other things, but after a while it became obvious that they were just prolonging the inevitable. She ducked outside to say goodbye to the dogs, and discovered Axel standing with his front paws already up on the back step and his big, blue eyes round with worry.

“Hey, buddy,” she smiled, dropping gently down into a crouch and letting him put his fluffy little face in her hands. “I’ll see you soon.”

He whined and licked her tears and wagged his tail, and after a moment or two she felt a second nose nudge up against her elbow, demanding to be let into the cuddles, and was surprised to find Mia’s icy eyes glaring at her. The half-husky snorted, sat down heavily, then threw back her head and howled like a fire alarm directly in her ear.

Odessa lurched back to spare her left ear drum, Axel complained, and Thunder trotted over to tell everyone off for behaving like hooligans. He snarled at Mia and bowled her over with his massive size, and the two began to play-fight in the dirt while Odessa and Axel just looked at them with a mix of bafflement and amusement.

Gabe’s hands squeezed her shoulders a minute or two later and he leaned down over her. Axel looked at him and gave a soft ‘woo’ as if to say ‘I didn’t start it’, and Gabe snorted, ruffling Axel’s soft fur. “You all set?” he asked Odessa, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah,” she sighed, standing and dusting off her jeans.

After a final bathroom stop, during which she adjusted her hair and wiped beneath her eyes where her eyeliner had smudged a little, she stepped out into his living room and gave a tense exhale.

“I don’t want to go,” she whispered when Gabe joined her from the kitchen.

“I don’t want you to go,” he smiled. “But it’s not for long. I’ll be here.”

“I know. And I’ll come back,” she said, because it suddenly seemed very important to make him that promise.

Gabe inhaled, held the breath, and as he let it go, he stepped in close and hugged her. He held her until she felt the stress melt away a little, and she swallowed and stepped back. “If I don’t go now, I never will.”

“Mmm, don’t tempt me,” he whispered with a smile even as he let go of her and cuffed vaguely at his nose with the back of his wrist. His eyes were glassy and his expression open and vulnerable. “Safe drive.”

“I’ll call you when I get there,” she said.

She didn’t remember much of walking out of Gabe’s house for the last time that holiday, and for the first few miles of driving away from Pinewatch, all she could see was Gabe standing on his wooden veranda, his right arm raised in farewell, his left hand dug deep into his pocket, and the muted sound of howling coming from the wolf-dogs at the back of the house. She felt like her heart made the same desperate sound for miles, and she wondered if they’d kept it up as long as her chest had kept hurting.

The drive back was uneventful, and with a sugary breakfast and too much coffee in her veins, she made it easily without even having to stop to rest.

The volume of traffic slowly built as she hit the suburbs, and as she wove through the mounting afternoon traffic, she felt hemmed in and stressed in a way she never had before. The city had always felt lively to her — buzzing with vibrant activity and people — but now it just felt over-crowded and hectic. She drew up in the street outside her apartment block and as she cut the engine, the dull hum and roar of the city beyond immediately pressed in on her.

With a sigh, she got out, dragged and struggled her bags up the stairs and opened her apartment.

Everything was exactly as she’d left it, but her light, airy flat no longer felt all that comforting. It felt empty. She ached for the barely-there tread of Gabe’s feet as he moved over the hardwood floor in his adorable woolly socks, or the sounds of wolf-dogs scrapping and playing outside; for the hiss of wind through pine needles and the ceaseless trill of birdsong in the trees. All she had now were sirens and car horns and engines.

She texted Emma and Dandy first to let them know she was back, and as she hit ‘send’ on the latter of those, a message from Gabe popped up.

>>Missing you. Hope your drive back was ok. G xxx<<

Swallowing thickly, she smiled and texted back.

A week later, Carys sent her a text asking for her email address, and the next day Odessa opened up her inbox to find a message with the subject ‘—Forwarded message— RE: Legal Policy Officer/Legal Adviser - Part-Time Post @ Three Peaks National Park Service’, and her heart leapt. She had never opened an email quicker in her life, and she hardly took in anything the first time she read it. Forcing herself to calm down, she sank down into her office chair in the bright, sunny morning sunshine and bit her lip.

Dear Odessa,

Hope you’re well and that it’s not too much of a culture shock being away from the woods. This came through to me a few days ago and I thought I would forward it to you. I haven’t mentioned it to Gabe, as I thought you’d want to have a look at it first.

All the best,

Carys

P.S. It’s obvious to all of us just how much Gabe misses you, but he’s putting on a brave show for the rest of us. For what it’s worth, I thought you make a great fit and the two of you are clearly made for each other. I hope you find something that works out for you, even if it’s not this. X

— Forwarded message —

The Three Peaks National Park Service is currently recruiting for a Legal Policy Officer/Legal Adviser to form part of their legal team, focusing on how strategic, legally sound and ecologically significant measures for nature can be delivered. This ambitious and challenging work provides an opportunity to be at the forefront of environmental conservation and recovery. The legal team is part of the… (read more)

Hardly daring to hope, Odessa clicked the job description and read it through three times. The pay was significantly less than she’d been on before, but it being part-time certainly had its appeal, and she had more than enough saved up for the time being anyway. Having no social life to speak of and a high paying job in the city had been good for at least something.

Odessa spent the rest of the day ignoring her mounting pile of household chores, and sent in her application the very next day. She did not tell Gabe, deciding to wait and see if she was asked to interview first. She didn’t want to jinx anything, and she didn’t want to get his hopes up. Or hers.

That afternoon, her phone buzzed with a message from Gabe, and she nearly dropped it with a laugh of surprise when she found a photo attached to the message which read: >>Gabe and the dogs move into the 21st century… (we have wifi and a smartphone now. Expect daily photo updates)<<

Attached was a selfie Gabe had taken crouching outside in the wolf-dog enclosure, with Axel’s muzzle tucked under his raised arm, Mia, clearly mid-lunge into the frame and little more than a blue-eyed blur, and Thunder staring over Gabe’s shoulder with a look of cautious disdain on his noble face.

Odessa cackled another laugh and sent a selfie back of her sitting on her cream coloured sofa, bathed in soft, city winter sunlight, beaming.

>>God, you’re gorgeous<< Gabe messaged back instantly. >>I was not prepared for that<<

<<Just wait til you experience the wonders of the video call, Gabe. It’s like a picture, but it moves and talks…>>

>>ha ha very funny<<

<<You love me>>

>>Yes I do.<<

[Incoming video call: Gabe Kirkbride]

She and Gabe called morning and night for another week after that, but she still didn’t tell him she’d applied for the job with the park service, even after the interview, which had turned out to be the most relaxed and almost enjoyable job interview she’d ever experienced. Her hopes were high, but until she had a confirmation email, she was determined to keep silent about it. She also begged Carys not to say anything, to which the older woman agreed without argument, on the rather preemptive condition that when Odessa surprised Gabe with the news of her inevitable success, Carys could be there to witness it in person.

One Saturday morning in early November, Gabe called her while she was still in bed, and she could tell the moment she answered it that something was different. “What?” she asked blearily, blinking and searching his hazel eyes for any kind of clue, all the while trying not to fumble and drop her phone onto her own face. He looked a little apprehensive and a fair bit excited. “What is it?”

After a tight, shy smile, Gabe said, “I’ve been emailing my brother.”

“Oh?”

He nodded. “Raph said he’ll advocate for me. I’d… I’d like to come and see you… if that’s still alright?”

“Alright?” Her heart leapt wildly and she laughed, scrambling to sit upright and letting the covers fall down a little way. Gabe’s eyes dipped briefly down to take in the sight of her bare collarbones as her pyjama top slipped down and he smiled. “Of course it’s alright! Yes! When? I was going to suggest making a trip to see you soon, but that works too, if you’re sure about it?”

“I’m sure,” he said. ��How does next weekend sound?”

___

And there is where we leave Season One! A HUGE thank you to everyone who’s got involved in this, be it with asks and comments or reblogs (special shout out to anyone who screeched and flailed at me in the tags, you know who you are and I see you and I think you’re wonderful!). I know 3rd person werewolf romances aren’t every monster-lover’s cup of tea, but to those of you who’ve fallen in love with these goofballs along the way, thanks for sticking with it to the end!

In the ‘interlude’, we will see Gabe’s visit from his POV, and we are going to meet the pack... Who are you most excited to meet? Oh, and Odessa’s gonna find out exactly what Gabe’s been studiously avoiding saying in exact terms...

As always, take good care of yourselves please, and I hope you have a lovely day/night wherever you are, and whenever you read this. Thank you, and Happy New Year!

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Bent Over // J.T.K

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: You and Jake had thrown a small dinner party so he could discuss things regarding the new album. You were bored most of the day since his attention was mainly drawn towards the boys so you decide to play a little game...

Warnings: Adult Content 18+ MINORS DNI! Language, Heavy Smut, Choking, Hair Pulling, Name Calling, Penetration, Oral (M & F Receiving), Handcuffs, Personal Massager, Gagging.

Word Count: 7.7K

M A S T E R L I S T

Jake was pissed. Pissed was honestly an understatement, but it was your fault for getting yourself into this situation, and honestly? You didn’t even care. You were thrilled. A little scared of what was to come, but more excited than anything.

Jake had talked to you a couple of days ago about having his brothers over for dinner to discuss the new album. You agreed since you enjoyed their company, but when the day came, you didn’t realize Jake would pay you almost no attention. Not that you needed it, but if you knew it was going to be that way you would’ve invited a friend to keep you company.

The morning had started with a heated make-out session but it never went any further than that even though you both were wound up. Jake had a lot to do when it came to prepping, and you decided to help him. He threw his ideas at you that he was going to pitch to the boys and they were all great, but it was all he was talking about the entire day. Sure, you knew he was nervous but even for just a few minutes you wanted to talk about a different topic, you didn’t even care what it was.

You were extremely supportive of Jake and you were beyond proud of how far he and the boys have come, but he’s been so busy with this new album and it wouldn’t be long until he would leave for tour again and you would be left alone. It was one of the things you dreaded about your relationship. You were hoping there was a chance you would get to go on this leg of the tour but you weren’t going to hold your hopes high.

Jake had run off to take a quick shower, leaving you to do the rest of the food prep. There wasn’t much left but you would’ve preferred his help to get it done quicker. You could hear the shower running upstairs and music was muffled from the speaker you left in the bathroom. You continued chopping up some fruit and it wasn’t long before you heard the water shut off.

The timing was almost perfect since there was a knock on the door and you could hear the three obnoxious boys outside. You wiped your sticky hands off with a wet paper towel and dried them off on your skirt. You gave your appearance a once over in the mirror in your living room before you went to open the door. You wore one of Jake’s t-shirts that was tied in the front to resemble a crop top and a black skirt that hit around the middle of your thighs.

“Hey guys, so good to see you!” You gave a friendly smile to your boyfriend's brothers and let them inside. Josh gave you a quick peck on the check and you did the same as you gave him a quick hug. You hugged Sam and Danny and lead them towards the kitchen where you continued to do your prep.

"Hey mama, how are you?" Josh greeted before going to sit at the bar along the counter.

“Where’s Jake? Why is he leaving you to do all the work?” Sam asked. You laughed and shook your head. He went to the sink and washed his hands before grabbing a knife from one of the drawers and started cutting up so veggies.

“He just got out of the shower. He was helping me earlier, he should be down in a minute.” You finished cutting up some strawberries and put them into a large glass bowl.

“How have you been, Y/N? We haven’t seen you in a while.” Danny piped up. You looked up at him as he was sitting across from you at the bar. You shrugged and began washing some blackberries.

“It’s been okay. Just trying to finish up school and I’ve been working a lot. What about you guys? I’ve missed having you guys around.” You responded simply.

You used to have the boys over almost every night. There was always something going on, whether it was a fire, having a movie night, or even just drinking to get drunk. You loved having them around and they were like family to you. They were all extremely protective but they knew in the end that you were Jake’s, and only Jake’s.

“Hey, guys.” Jake appeared in the kitchen and smiled lightly at them. His hair was still damp but you scanned his body, a small wave of heat rushing to your core. It was crazy how just looking at him made you feel some type of way, but you just knew he was the one. His outfit was simple. A black shirt that only had a few of the bottom buttons buttoned, a pair of light wash jeans, a pair of his favorite boots, and he had on a couple of necklaces that hung down onto his chest. It wasn’t something that was out of the ordinary for him to wear but just right at this moment, he looked extremely sexy.

“Making the misses do all the work?” Sam teased.

“I know right? He never even helps me.” You playfully rolled your eyes and Jake shook his head.

“Did you tell them that I didn’t help you? That’s not even true!” He sat a glass of wine in front of you and opened a beer for himself.

“Yeah, she did. She told us how she isn’t satisfied in bed either and she might need help from a real man.” Josh chimed in. You gasped at his crude comment and started rapidly shaking your head.

“Josh shut up that is not even close to being true. I did tell them that you were helping me, they're just being assholes.” You turned towards Jake and leaned your head on him. Josh laughed and Jake just glared at him.

This conversation was one of the first things that pissed Jake off.

About a half hour later all of the side dishes were done and all Jake had to do was finish grilling. You decided to keep it simple with some hamburgers and hotdogs, and a couple of the vegan ones for Sam. The five of you sat around the table that was on your back deck and the boys began talking about upcoming promotions.

You weren’t paying too much attention to their conversation, considering most of it you didn’t even understand. They talked about what they were going to do for the promotions, what they should do for merch, what songs they should release as singles, and the list just kept going on and on. Out of all of the things that they talked about, the merch and music were really all that made sense to you. You sat there quietly eating your food, moving things around with a fork just waiting for the dinner to be over with so you could have Jake to yourself for the rest of the evening. You sipped on your wine, deciding if you should just bring out the entire bottle since you knew you'd finish it yourself or if you should just keep it classy and leave it in a glass. You decided to just keep it in a glass because you didn't need any questions from Jake or the boys. Even though it wouldn't have been the first time but now just wasn't the time.

"What do you think, babe?" Jake tapped his finger in front of you and you looked up from your plate, not even realizing you had completely zoned out from the conversation. You blinked at him a few times and he sighed, realizing you weren't paying attention.

"For the tour, what do you think a good idea for the name would be? That's one of the main things we haven't really figured out." He repeated his question and you looked back down at your food and thought for a moment. You were honestly surprised that they were even asking for your input considering they were doing most of the figuring out themselves. You thought back to the overall concept of the tour that they were going for. Since the cover and the album name were decided you realized that the color scheme was black and gold. You had even seen a couple of Josh's outfits that he would be wearing for portions of the tour as well as photoshoots.

"What about the Dreams in Gold Tour? You guys have a lot of gold for the promos and one of the songs is Weight of Dreams, I mean it would make sense." You shrugged and looked at each one of the boys to gauge their reaction. They didn't say anything and they just stared and you suddenly started to feel embarrassed for even answering his question. You should've just shrugged it off.

"Y/N, you are literally a fucking genius." Josh slammed his hands on the table, and almost spilled his drink all over the table in the process. Jake rubbed one of his feet against your ankle and smiled at you.

"I love it. I think it fits the whole vibe perfectly. Josh, you even have some gold outfits too don't you?" Sam asked. You went back to eating your food as the boys carried on the rest of their conversation. You finished your plate and quickly finished off the last portion of your wine. Jake looked at you as he licked his lips, not even meaning anything by it and the simple action sent a chill down your spine.

You grabbed your plate as well as Jake's and his empty beer bottle to take inside. You also grabbed your wine glass with the other hand and made your way toward the sliding glass door. Everybody's backs were to you for the most part besides Jakes so you decided to 'drop' a napkin. You bent over, picking it up knowing that your ass was pretty much on full display from the short skirt riding up on your legs. Ironically enough you had worn a black thong that just so happened to be Jake's favorite. You heard him cough from behind you so you stood back up and looked over your shoulder. He continued to cough and you realized he was choking on his drink.

"Hey dude, you good?" Danny asked. He turned around to look at you since Jake was looking at you in disbelief but you just made your way inside.

"Yeah no, no, I'm good, just went down the wrong pipe." Jake waved him off and he cleared his throat a couple of times. The boys carried on their conversation and you could just feel Jake's stare burning into your back. You looked at him through the glass door and his eyes were stuck on you while he held a glass of wine in his hand, giving you a look that you couldn't quite read. You held up his plate, in a way to ask if he wanted some more food. He shook his head and took another sip of his drink, returning to the conversation with his brothers.

You decided to put some more food on your plate and poured yourself another glass of wine and made your way back outside. You sat back down next to Jake this time and you picked at the variety of fruit with your fingers, not even bothering to grab a fork. You sat your left hand on Jake's lap, drawing small circles on his thigh. You tried not to make the movements obvious since this was all a part of the little game you wanted to play. You moved your hand further towards the inside of his thigh and gave a small squeeze. You could feel his body tense up.

"Y/N, are you coming on tour with us this year?" Josh asked. He took a sip of his drink and another bite of his food.

"I don't know yet. When does the first leg start? I'd love to go, but that's only if Jake thinks it's a good idea. I only have a semester left of school. As you said his name you grazed your hand over the middle of his jeans, which caused him to shift in his seat. You looked at Jake as you softly grabbed his crotch, all of the boys still oblivious as to what was going on.

"What do you think Jakey?" You brought your hand back up above the table and took a large sip of your wine. It was rare that you called him Jakey, but most of the time it was when you wanted something from him.

"I think it would be fine, what do you guys think?" Jake answered a little too quickly and you smiled behind your glass, knowing he was flustered. His hand came down onto your thigh and he gave you a warning squeeze, in a way to signal you to stop. You spread your legs a little further apart and his eyes moved down towards the skirt that was beginning to ride up against your thighs.

"I don't see why not. She hasn't been on tour with us yet. It would be a good chance for her to travel. Think of it as a graduation gift." Sam laughed and so did the other two boys, Jake on the other hand was getting fed up with your teasing actions. He tried to play it off by giving them a small smile as he nodded his head.

"Just remember we are all in very close quarters, the walls or the bunk curtains aren't soundproof." Josh raised a brow at you the two of you and you couldn't help but groan.

"You walked into our house! It's not my fault you showed up unannounced! Just be glad we weren't in the living room." Jake defended and all you could do was cover your face from embarrassment. About two months ago, you and Jake decided to have a quick session before the rest of the boys came over for a movie night. What you didn't know is that they were going to show up early and just invite themselves in. It just happened to be one of the roughest rounds of sex you and Jake ever had, and the three of them could hear you clear as day from upstairs. You only knew they were there because Josh had screamed "Oh God!" before you heard the front door slam shut.

"If it means anything Jake, she sounds heavenly. " Josh smiled at Jake before giving you a small wink, clearly just trying to get a rise out of him, and it sure as hell was working. Josh had made comments like this before and you were used to it since you knew it was all in good fun, mainly just to give him a reason to piss Jake off. Before you and Jake got together, you and Josh had actually had a small fling going on. It was nothing serious since you never slept together but you did kiss each other one night when you were both drunk at a party and you would flirt here and there, but you had always had feelings for Jake. Granted it was years ago, but occasionally Josh would bring it up as a way to get a rise out of Jake, but you still sometimes felt bad about flirting with his brother before you got together with him. They both had told you it was no big deal but for a while, you thought it was wrong. But you were over it at this point. Sometimes you could tell that the feelings still resonated with Josh but he would never overstep a boundary like that and most of the time you did notice he was drunk anyway.

"Maybe you'll have to see for yourself, Josh." You shrugged, finishing off your glass of wine.

"The other twin is always better, what can I say." Josh, Danny, and Sam just laughed since they knew you were just kidding. Jake on the other hand took it seriously and he was just starting to get more pissed off.

"Alright, enough, this isn't a 'hit-on-my-girlfriend' night," Jake mumbled. He squeezed your thigh once again and you sat your hand over the top of his, slowly scratching the top. He looked at you, and the two of you made eye contact. You could tell just from the glint in his eyes that he was getting fed up with you because he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

"I think I'm going to go for a swim, anybody want to join me?" You stood up from the table and started making your way towards the sliding glass door.

"I will! It's hot as hell out here." Sam stood up and followed behind you, and soon everybody began to follow. You started walking up the stairs when you noticed Jake coming straight for you. You skipped every other step and darted down the hallway to the bedroom. You quickly closed the door, careful to not slam it to cause a scene, and locked it. Jake knocked on the door a couple of times and you put your ear up against it.

"Y/N, enough. I know what you're trying to do. You're being a fucking brat." He knocked on the door once more and you smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I'm not doing anything Jakey." You slipped your clothes off, leaving you in your black thong before you went and opened the door. Jake scanned your body with wide eyes before quickly entering the bedroom and shutting the door.

"Really? Because it sure as hell seems like something to me." He scoffed and you walked towards your dresser, sifting through your bathing suits before finding one of the most revealing ones that you could. It was a dark green string bikini. The top was a little too small for your chest but still big enough to cover the front and the bottoms exposed a good majority of your ass. You typically only wore it when you were tanning or home alone with Jake but you had a strong feeling one of the boys would say something about it. Not that you were trying to show off for them, but you really just wanted to tease Jake. Most of the time when you wore this bikini it would always get ripped off of you. You put the bikini in your hand before Jake could see which one you grabbed.

"I'm not, baby. I would never do that to you." You went up and kissed Jake on the cheek before one of his hands gripped the sides of your chin and cheeks. He held your face in place before he stared into your eyes.

"I mean it, Y/N. If you don't knock this shit off it's not going to end well." Jake said quietly as he got closer to your face. His words sent heat down to your core and all you could do was smile at him.

"Or what? What could you possibly do?" You rolled your eyes before pulling yourself away from his grip. You started walking towards the bedroom before Jake lifted you over his shoulder and tossed you down on the bed. He put his hand on the side of your head, pushing you down into the mattress before he leaned over the top of you and whispered in your ear.

"You know exactly what I'll do. Cut the shit." He applied a hard smack to your ass, just barely running his fingers over your clothed core as he removed his hand, which cause you to moan and a smile crept across your face. He stood up and walked over to the dresser to grab his swim trunks and a few other pairs for the boys. He made his way out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

You stood up from the bed and quickly changed into your bikini before wrapping yourself in a towel and making your way downstairs. You walked back outside and realized all of the boys were already in the pool. They had their drinks sitting along the edge beside Josh who had his in his hand.

You walked over to the diving board and dropped your towel. Jake was the first one to lay eyes on you and you knew he was furious. Sam and Danny looked in your direction as they had the noise of you stepping on the diving board.

"That color looks great on you, Y/N." Sam complimented and you smiled at him.

"Where did you get it? I need to get it for Mackenzie." Danny's eyes were wide and you knew what he was thinking without even saying it. He looked away toward Sam, being respectful to not stare too long.

"I don't remember. I'll try and find the link for it and send it to you." You walked to the very edge of the diving board before doing a small jump and diving in, swimming right up to Jake. You pushed your hair out of your face and wiped your eyes. Jake put his hands on your waist and you skimmed your hand over his member, noticing he was already half hard.

"Are you fucking serious?" He said quietly through gritted teeth. You shrugged before swimming away from him and grabbing one of the pool floaties to lay on. You jumped up on it and laid down across the plastic material, closing your eyes from the bright sun.

"Josh, can you grab my drink please?" You asked since he was closest to the edge of the pool. He got out and made his way to the table and picked up your wine glass.

"Well, it's empty. Do you want more wine? Red or white?" He asked as he shook the empty glass.

"White please." Josh filled up your glass before getting back into the pool and swimming over to you.

"I know what you're doing, and it's working." He quickly whispered before swimming away from you. You smiled as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip. You were surprised that he noticed since you weren't trying to be that obvious but maybe he could just tell Jake was pissed off.

The boys carried on their conversation as you lay on the raft trying your best to relax. They splashed each other as they had small arguments over things they just couldn't agree on and you laughed occasionally at their bickering. You hummed to yourself and enjoyed the warmth of the sun hitting your skin.

"I forgot sunscreen. Can I get some help with my back?" You asked as you climbed onto the concrete since your raft had floated to the edge of the pool. You went to one of the boxes that had various supplies for the pool and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen.

"I'll help." Josh piped up. You sat on the edge of the pool, rubbing sunscreen on your legs, stomach, and eventually your chest. As you rubbed it around your bathing suit, you stared at Jake who just shook his head. You handed the bottle to Josh and he put some of the white cream into his hand before applying it to your back.

"Josh, I think I can do it." Jake came over and nudged him out of the way and he began rubbing the sunscreen into your back. Josh put his hands up in defense and went over to Sam and Danny, starting to talk to him about something you couldn't quite hear. You finished off the last of your wine and it began to hit you just right, the tipsy feeling beginning to wash over you.

"Who wants to play chicken?" You asked and the boys agreed.

"I do, Y/N you're on my team." Josh piped up. He swam up to you before dunking his head under the water and you got onto his shoulders. He stood up and you rested your hands on the top of his head.

"Jake, you're on my team, Sammy you be our judge." Danny piped up.

"What if I wanted to be on Y/N's team?" Jake asked with an annoyed tone. Josh shrugged as an 'oh well' and told him that it wasn't fair for us to be on a team together since we were dating.

Jake got onto Danny's shoulders and it wasn't long before you and Jake started to push one either off of Josh or Danny's shoulders.

"Y/N, lean forwards so Jake can't push you back as easy!" Sam coached.

"Sam you're the judge! You aren't supposed to be helping her!" Danny turned his head towards him and shook his head. You did as you were told and as you leaned forward the slightest bit, Jake immediately looked at your chest. You found this as a good opportunity to give him a hard push which sent him and Danny under the water.

"Let's go! We make a great time." Josh laughed as he held out his hand to give you a high five.

You did a few more rounds before Jake eventually pushed you off, sending you and Josh into the water. You came up and ran your hands across your chest and up to your face, before wringing out your hair. You swam over to Jake and grabbed his dick through his shorts. He pulled you against him and he glared at you. You could feel him growing under your touch and you smirked at him before moving your hand slightly.

"I have to get back home to Mac, I guess there is a giant spider in the bathroom and she wants me to come home and kill it." Danny shook his head as he checked his phone. Sam was already out of the pool and dried as he had judged your other couple of games.

"I have to go to the studio for a little bit and finalize some things, Sam do you want to come with me?" Josh asked. Sam nodded his head and everybody went into the house to change. You and Jake said your goodbyes to everyone and after he closed the door you had already started to make your way towards the stairs. Jake followed behind you and it only took seconds for him to catch up to you.

"You think you're funny, don't you?" He asked. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and he started walking you both towards the bedroom. His pace was quick and you had stumbled a bit trying to keep up with him pushing you. As you reached the bedroom he shut the door behind him and he pushed you down onto the bed as he had done earlier. You tried to stand back up but he pushed the top of your head down with his hand.

"What the fuck was all of that? We're you trying to get a rise out of me?" His voice was rough and you could feel his breath against your ear.

"I was just trying to have a little fun, Jakey." You laughed slightly and this just sent him over the edge.

"Really? Do you think it's funny to bend over and almost show them everything under your skirt? Or putting on the sluttiest bikini you own? Or having my fucking brother put sunscreen on for you instead of asking?" His voice got louder and just from him raising your voice, it made you wet. Jake was never one to get upset or raise his voice but there was just something about it that turned you on.

"I asked, he offered. Nothing you can do about it now." You deadpanned. A hard smack was applied to your ass and you moaned quietly to yourself, trying not to let Jake hear.

"I'll show you exactly what I'll do about it. Legs apart. Now." Jake growled. He put his knee in between your legs, separating them before you even had the chance to comply. He undid both of the strings that sat against your hips and pulled the bikini bottoms out from under you, exposing your heat to him.

"Look at you, already dripping. Hands behind your back, slut." He tisked and you could hear the sound of him taking off his swim trunks. You tried to lift your head to look at him but he pushed you back down into the bed. You heard the drawer of his nightstand open and close with a slam. You did as you were told and put your arms behind your back. You felt cold metal against your skin and you immediately realized what it was.

"Baby, let me touch you, please," You begged and tried your hardest to get your hands out of the cuffs but they were too tight against your wrists.

"Not tonight. Dirty little whores don't get to touch. On your knees." Jake commanded. You stood up from the bed and got on your knees in front of Jake. His cheeks were flushed from anger but all you could do was stare at his cock. Precum leaked from his pink tip and the sight made you drip.

"Open." Was all he said before you opened your mouth and he slid into you. Your lips wrapped around him and he began to shift his hips back and forth. It wasn't long before his pace sped up and he was fucking your mouth. He groaned and tilted his head back. You closed your eyes but opened them again as Jake tapped your cheek, signaling you to look at him.

"You take me so well, baby." Spit traveled down your chin, dripping down onto your thighs. Tears slipped down your cheeks from him repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. His fingers wrapped in your hair, tugging at the roots before he shoved himself down the back of your throat. He held you there for a moment before you gagged and he pulled himself out of your mouth. You took in a deep breath of air since you were only breathing from your nose. He pulled upwards on your hair, making you stand up before he pushed your chest down onto the bed.

"Is this what you wanted?" He drug his tip through your folds before slamming into you, not giving you any time to adjust. A loud moan flew past your lips and you clenched around him.

"Fuck, yes Jake," You closed your eyes and just let him take total control over your body. You so badly wanted to grip the sheets but the handcuffs stopped you from moving your hands. You balled your hands into a fist, your knuckles turning white from the pressure. Your legs began to shake and your knees began to buckle under you, causing you to fall slightly.

"Look at my pretty slut, getting fucked so hard she can't even stand." Jake cooed as he sent another sharp thrust into you. You put your face into the bed to muffle your moans.

"Come on, baby. Let me hear you. You're the one who wanted this." Jake grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back and you whimpered but you soon smiled and laughed slightly at the whole scene. Jake leaned over the top of your back, careful not to put his full weight on top of you. He wrapped his free hand around your throat, applying pressure to the sides. A straggled moan escape from you and you felt that familiar feeling beginning to build in the pit of your stomach. His hand cracked against your ass before he dug his free hand into your sides, hard enough that you knew he would leave bruises.

"You're getting close aren't you?" Jake whispered in your ear. You shook your head and Jake sent another forceful thrust into you.

"Don't lie to me. I can feel you clenching around me. You're so pathetic. So desperate for my cock." He applied a hard smack to your ass and applied more pressure to your throat and at that point, you couldn't even make any noise. He continued his forceful pace before he pulled himself out of you and flipped you over onto your back. He spread your legs apart, setting them over his shoulders, and lined himself up at your entrance. His movements were slow but all you could do was watch him.

"Jake, please," You whined. He shook his head and smiled before slowly sliding into you. You moaned softly but it was replaced by a yelp as he sent a harsh thrust into you. He pulled back out slowly, before repeating his movements.

"What do you want baby? You want to cum? All over my cock?" He asked, with his brow raised. He let out a grunt as his hips flew forward into yours. Your back arched and you nodded your head.

"Words love, I need them." He stopped his movements and bent down and pressed a sloppy his to your lips.

"Please," was all you could say and he shook his head.

"Too," Thrust "Fucking," Thrust "Bad," Thrust. His speed picked up and he started rubbing your clit in fast circles. The only noises in the room were your moans bouncing off the walls and the sound of your skin making contact with Jakes. He never let up on his movements.

"Jakey please, please let me cum," You gasped. You were on the brink of spilling over but you knew if you came without him letting you, the situation would be worse. You hated to admit that you were enjoying how rough he was with you but it wasn't often that your sex was rough like this. Jake never wanted to hurt you, but sometimes wished he would be a little more forceful with you.

Jake leaned over you and began biting and kissing your neck. With every bite, he soothed over the area with his tongue. He let go of your throat and smacked your cheek, moaning from the sudden contact. He had never done that before. He put three of his fingers into your mouth, slightly pulling down on your jaw.

"How badly do you want it?" He asked and you couldn't even respond. He removed his fingers from your clit and lifted up the top of your bikini, exposing your breasts. They bounced with every thrust and he grabbed one and wrapped his lips around your swollen nipple, biting at the raised bud. He slid out of you before removing his fingers from your mouth and dropping to his knees and he licked a bold strip up your core. You shifted against the bed and he grabbed your sides, pulling you closer to him. He entered two fingers and curved them upwards and wrapped his lips around your clit.

"Jake I can't hold on much longer, please," You whined loudly and your legs began to tremble. You looked down at the vulgar scene and you made eye contact with the man below you. He nodded his head and you started to see stars as you were on the brink of releasing around him. You moaned loudly and your back arched against the bed. Your wrists pulled against the cuffs and they were for sure going to leave marks. Your eyes screwed shut and your moans could've put a pornstar to shame.

Right as you were about to spill over, Jake halted all of his movements and you're eyes flew open. He shook his head at you as he smirked and he went into the bathroom, leaving you a wrecked mess on the bed. He came back out a minute later with two rags. You raised a brow at him, not sure what he had them for and you shifted back onto the bed.

"Whores don't get to cum. You're not getting away with all of this that easy." Jake came up to you and tapped your chin, signaling you to open your mouth. He put one of the rags into your mouth, shoving it in deep enough so you couldn't spit it out of your mouth. He sat the other rag on the bedside table and he came back over to stand in front of you. Your eyes widened and you began dripping with arousal.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you." He leaned down towards your face, his eyes darker than normal. He grabbed ahold of your chin and applied a smack to your cheek which took you by surprise but it made you moan. He had never been this rough with you but you hated to admit that you were enjoying it.

"Fucking slut. Thinking you can tease me in front of my brothers." He shook his head again, dragging his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal. You whined, waiting for some type of contact. He slid his tip in, before pulling it back out, repeating the process a couple of times. You shifted your hips, hoping to get more contact from him but he just pulled away.

"Stay still. I mean it." You nodded your head, being sure not to move and he slowly slid into you again. Your eyes fluttered shut, waiting for him to move but he never did. You opened your eyes again and he just stared down at you. He brought his hand to the side of your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You gave him doe eyes, as a way to please to keep moving.

"What? What do you want pretty girl?" He questioned, tilting his head. You just whined since even if you tried to speak it wouldn't do any good. Jake slowly began to move his hips, his pace slow enough to be torturous. You tried moving your hips to meet his and he stopped, giving you a look. He waited a moment before slowly moving. You could feel how deep he was inside of you but the pace just wasn't enough, not for a time like this

You whined again, trying to get him to move faster and he did, slowly but surely. It didn't take long before his hips began meeting yours and his thrusts were hard. You moaned into the rag, so badly wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel and you desperately wanted the stupid rag out of your mouth but you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you.

One of his hands came up to cup your breasts and he stared down at the scene below him, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease, not even caring that you had no control over the situation. Your back arched as he hit the deepest part of you, making that feeling in the pit of your stomach return. You could feel yourself clenching around him and he sped up, slamming his hips into yours. Your eyes screwed shit, moaning out into the rag. Even with the rag muffling the noise it was still loud. You knew you were on the brink of spilling over again from how hard you were clenching around Jake, and he knew it too.

He pulled out of you again and you whined, tears starting to brim your eyes from the way he was edging you. He walked over to your side of the bed and opened your bedside drawer. You couldn't think of what he could have been grabbing until it hit you.

Jake held up the black vibrator you owned and your eyes went wide. There had only been a few occasions where you had used it, and it was typically when he wasn't home. You weren't even sure how he knew you had it.

"Didn't think I knew about this did you?" He waved it in front of you and you couldn't even make a noise. You felt bad that you had never told him about the fact that you had owned it, but you weren't sure how he would feel. It wasn't often you used it since you had bought it when he was on tour and you needed some way to satisfy yourself.

"I found it one day when I was cleaning. I wish you would've told me. Imagine all of the videos I could've had you send me. That pretty little pussy throbbing just for me over the fact that my cock wasn't here to satisfy you. What a damn shame." Jake shook his head again and his words made you melt. He clicked the button and you heard the quiet vibrator come to life. He put it up to the highest speed and your eyes widen. You had never even gone up that far.

Jake lined himself up at your entrance before he slid into you. He put the head of the massager on your clit and you immediately moaned, knowing you wouldn't last long from how sensitive you were. Jake flew his hips forward, continuing his brutal pace. He pressed the massager down harder onto your clit and your back arched. He ripped the rag out of your mouth, a loud, whiny moan filling the room.

"Fuck! Jake!" You gasped and tried to shift away from his grip but it was useless. Your eyes screwed shut and a series of loud moans flew past your lips. You were so close. He pulled out a moment later, flipping you onto your back before uncuffing you and flipping you back over. He entered you again, returning to his deadly pace. He sat the vibrator against your clit and your hands flew to his back. The one thing you had wanted the entire time.

Your nails raked down Jake's back, hard enough that you were going to leave marks, but neither of you cared. You both were too lost in the moment to even think about anything after this. The feeling of your orgasm swelled in your stomach, only seconds away from the brink of your release.

"Please let me cum, oh my fucking god," Your teeth ground together and a groan left your mouth.

"Beg for it. Tell me what you want." Jake spoke in between thrusts, still not letting up his pace.

"Shit, let me cum, please Jake, please. I won't tease you like that again I promise. Please I just want to cum around your cock. Fuck youre so big, I love the way you stretch me out." You whined, hoping the extra compliment at the end would give you some points. It wasn't that you were lying, Jake was pretty big. At first, it took a lot of getting used to but now he fits you so well.

"Look at me. Who do you belong to?" He asked, getting close to your face. You looked into his eyes and let out a breathy 'you'.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Who owns you?" He asked louder this time.

"You! Fuck!" You gasped and if he didn't let you cum now, there would've been no saving yourself. Tears slid down your cheek from the intense pleasure.

"Cum for me, pretty girl." He smiled at you as he held your chin with his free hand, making sure that you kept eye contact with him. You moaned loud enough to be heard from the entire house. Your back arched and you couldn't help but close your eyes. You felt an unfamiliar feeling of wetness and Jake moaned loudly before his thrusts became sloppy.

"God, look at the way you squirt all over me. Fuck, you're so sexy when you cum," He moaned out before he stilled and you could feel look hot, sticky strings of him inside you. He tossed the vibrator somewhere on the bed before he pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed next to you.

The two of you laid there for a moment, trying to comprehend what had even just happened. You both were breathless, trying your hardest to regain your composure. Jake eventually got up, grabbing the rag he had set on his bedside table and he started to clean you up. As he made contact with your core, you shook, closing your legs together and he laughed.

"Little sensitive, hm?" You nodded at him, still not even able to form words. Jake walked into the bathroom and you could hear the sound of the bathtub beginning to fill. You sat up on your elbows and looked towards the doorway. He came out a moment later and sat next to you on the bed. His thumb came up and wiped your cheek from the wetness that remained from your tears.

"Was that too much?" He asked quietly and you immediately shook your head.

"No, no not at all. I loved it honestly. That might've been the best sex we've ever had." You bit your lip and he laughed, nodding his head.

"I might have to agree. If it's ever too much, please tell me, okay?" He asked reassuringly. You nodded your head and he applied a soft kiss to your lips. He picked you up, one of his arms under your legs and the other supporting your back. He carried you into the bathroom and sat you on the toilet, giving you a little privacy so you could pee, and he returned a few minutes later with some fresh towels for the both of you. You tried to stand but immediately started falling to the floor before Jake caught you. You both laughed, and he picked you up, setting you into the warm water.

"I love you more than words can even describe," Jake whispered as he slid into the tub behind you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and you leaned back against his chest.

"I love you too." You closed your eyes and relaxed into the water. Jake quietly hummed one of the new songs that was yet to be released that you had only heard on one other occasion and that was at the studio. Just from the way it sounded you knew it was going to be your favorite.

If you could spend every night like that, you would.

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 1 year

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Pairings: Older Rockstar!Eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: Based on this, imagine i posted a few months ago. I'm gonna make this an older rockstar!eddie x reader fic, where he still has no idea how phones work.

Warnings: suggestive language. Mention of past drug addiction. Both Eddie and reader are older in this if you don't like that then don't read it.

A/n: pretty short and not proofread

Eddie has had his fair share of scandals in his past. There was his 2 month marriage that he didn't even know about. Apparently, he got married in Vegas when he was too intoxicated and didn't remember it. He found out when he went to go Marry his second wife, and that was a sight to behold. Then it was his rehab stint when he was only 24, having done the whole 90-step program. After that, he vowed to stay clean and meet a nice girl, maybe even settle down.

That's when he saw you and immediately fell in love. He was flipping through his TV late one night and stumbled upon an episode of headbangers ball. Your band was being interviewed by the host about your new album being released soon. Eddie took notice of you when the camera kept panning over at you. He noticed your shy smile and soft voice, only speaking up when spoken to. He watched the entire thing, hoping to hear you laugh again.

You were a bass player in a riotgrrl group from Seattle. Your band emerged with other similar groups like Hole, Bikini Kill, and Babes in toyland. He fell in love instantly, having called his managers and demanding to know you. He even went as far as to have your band tour with Corroded Coffin so he could get to know you.

At first, you'll admit you weren't too thrilled to have Eddie Munson follow you around like a lost puppy. After parties, he'd follow you around and get you whatever you wanted. You knew about his reputation and all of the scandalous things he's done. You were hesitant to give him a shot worried he might hurt you. Eventually, you caved and went on that date he would ask you on every time he saw you.

The two of you became inseparable after that first date. Eddie was the type that told you he was in love with you after a few weeks of dating, and he meant it. He wore his heart out on his sleeve, always looking for love. A true hopeless romantic. Even with two failed marriages and a string of girlfriends, he finally found the one.

Being with Eddie wasn't easy he relapsed a few times and had a wandering eye for others when he was high. He tried to be a better man for you, but sometimes life got too hard. With both of you in popular bands, it was hard to really focus on the relationship. Some how though you both made it through it and are still together almost 30 years later. He still looks at you the same way he did when he first saw you in person. He was completely mesmerized like the whole world slowed down, and it was only the two of you left in it.

Which brings you to your situation now. Eddie always liked to express how much he loves you through different ways. He especially loves to spice up your sex life as well. Honestly, it even shocked you that the two of you still go at like horny teenagers. Eddie has always been attracted to you and needed to let you know at all times. He loved you and wanted to remind you of that with any chance he got. That's what got him into trouble this time.

He got a new phone recently and was still having trouble figuring it out. He was hellbent on keeping that old dinosaur he called a blackberry. Sure, they were popular at one time, but they are now obsolete. You told him to just play around with it until he gets the hang of it.

Teasing him, you sent a picture of yourself wearing new lingerie you bought for your anniversary coming up soon. Wanting to tease him and give a little sneak peek at what you had planned for the night. Eddie flips through his apps and tries to figure out what a cloud is and taps his messages to see you half naked. His eyes bug out, and he smiled, getting an idea to do the same. He figured if you were gonna tease him, he was gonna do the same.

Heading into your master bathroom he fists his already semi hard cock pumping it up and down until it was fully hard. Putting the hem of his muscle tank in his mouth, he takes a mirror selfie of himself holding his cock in his large hand. After taking a few pictures and seeing which one deserved to be the one. He decided on the third picture where you can see more details of the veins running along his shaft.

He hits "share now" and doesn't wait for your response. He tosses his phone on the bed after heading to go work out and eat some lunch, not thinking about what he had just done.

About 2 hours later, you were out having lunch with your old band mates discussing a reunion album. The vibration of your phone kept going off, and you tried to ignore it as best as you could. Picking it up, you noticed at least 50 text messages from friends and the rest of the guys from Corroded Coffin.

You saw one message from Jeff saying he needs you to call him it's urgent. Running to a secluded area, you ring him back worried something happened to Eddie.

"Hey, look, I don't know if you have seen what your husband has posted on his Instagram, but you need to look at it and head home fast." He stressed to you.

"Okay, I'll take a look and go check on Eddie. Don't worry. "

You click over to instagram and head to your husband's account, and there plain as day is your husband butt naked with his cock in his fist. He wrote the caption "Cum here often." Shocked at first but once you read the caption you couldn't help but laugh. He probably meant to send that to you and posted it by mistake.

You keep looking at the picture and notice he's also flexing his abs a little. You definitely know he did this in response to the picture you sent him earlier. The picture has now earned over 3 million likes and thousands of comments. Curiosity got the best of you, and you read some of them.

"Why is it looking at me" one comment said.

"Mom can you pick me up I'm scared."

"How does it feel to live my dream 😔" one person said and tagged you in the comment.

"Wow so when he wrote pussy destroyer he won't lying" someone else joked.

Putting your hand over your mouth, you tried to stifle a laugh. Calling Eddie, of course, he doesn't answer. You go to tell your band mates you need to head home and see Eddie. It's important. They give you a goodbye hug and send their love to him.

Walking into your shared home, you call out Eddie's name, no answer. Walking around peaking into every room, hunting him down. You eventually find him on his treadmill with headphones on blasting his music. He notices you in the doorway and smiles. Running over to you, he gives you a big bear hug.

"So did you like the picture I sent you earlier?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"I sure did. As a matter of fact, me and the rest of the world did too." You joked with him.

Eddie looked totally confused until you pulled out your phone, showing what he had done. He looked horrified but then slowly became his cocky self again.

"Well, at least they know the rumors are, in fact, true."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #rockstar!eddiemunson #rockstar!eddie munson x reader #my writing

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br1ghtestlight · 4 months

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getting war flashbacks to the bobs burgers fanfic where louise is doing math homework in the restaurant when nobody else is around and then bob has a heart attack </3 that shit was TRAUMATIZING

love linda shouting four whenever there's a math problem or anything related to numbers. best recurring joke. FOUR!!!!

you can do it gene :D also im so bad at math I 100% would not be able to help either. dumbass rep family

bob trying to help gene with his homework is cute. even if he is Not very good at it. he wants to be an involved dad :(

gene im not gonna lie that math question has gotta be fucking with you. rhat is not a real question. i could NEVER do that not if i was given 100 hours that shit is fake

see this is where when I was in math class i would just write a random number and move on bcuz im never gonna figure it out anyway im not gonna waste time. so that's my advice gene. just Give Up

he says "maybe your mom or tina could get you started" because they're older but I genuinely think louise has a better chance of helping bcuz she is so smart. if she'd WANT to help is another question entirely

because I'm stuck in a safe 😐

AND THEN HE BLINDFOLDED ME ON THE WAY HERE??? HE BLINDFOLDED YOU??????

teddy I think his guy is gonna murder you im gonna be so real right now

unfortunately im kinda following teddy's logic now like. it isnt like fischoeder isn't doing this type of shit everyday just for fun. rich guys are just like that BUT getting their money is nice

"gene was doing homework?? that's new"

WE'RE NOT ALL ECONOMICALLY COMFORTABLE LIKE YOU ARE

"Why did you tell me the whole long story about the sandwich in the drawer if you're running out of battery LOCKED IN A SAFE??" "Context!!!!"

also bob and teddy have such great comedic chemistry lmao they bounce off each other so naturally

louise isn't lying she Does have a certain set of skills 😭 if anyone could find him it WOULD be her the lockpicking genius nine year old supervillain

miss you. see you soon. gotta go!!

has he gotten a new cellphone since that MIDDLE OF THE DAY AND YOUR PHONE IS AT 23% argument or is it that same shitty 2008 blackberry phone that dies almost immediately lmfao

bob is a real one for doing this bullshit for teddy he did NOT have to. they're ride or die fr

I'm not entirely unconvinced that gerald isnt a serial killer but thats okay <3 men can have hobbies

also I'm choosing to believe this gerald is the same one from the taxes/weed cookie episode even though it ABSOLUTELY is not bcuz i think that would be funny. by day he's a regular tax agent by night he is a creepy rich kidnapper who pulls mind games on all his handymen

OH I FORGOT THE SUBPLOT FOR THIS EPISODE IS ABOUT SPORTS PEOPLE why did they do the whole thing with gene's homework then.... are they connected. what is the gameplan

WE PICK A NEW LOVER FOR MOM

i love how bob is apparently the only thing keeping his family from going completely off the fucking rails like. he's the only thing standing between his family and their restaurant burning down with everyone inside fr

your dad never loved that dream :/ because he's a hater :/ AND SO JEALOUS :/

you're not gonna break the world record. another hater. STOP THAT

I might be having a panic attack 💔 I CANT TELL BECAUSE IVE NEVER HAD ONE BEFORE OR IM ALWAYS HAVING ONE soo real teddy

WE LOST HIM 😭😭💔

aww I love them all wearing their lil aprons <3 (crappy photo of my tablet bcuz the app im using to watch this episode doesn't allow screenshots)

SAY SOMETHING SMART LIKE UHH HOW WOULD YOU FLIP A GIANT BURGER. OH GOD THEY DIDNT MAKE THE GIANT BURGER DID THEY. WHO WOULD EVEN AGREE TO EAT THAT. AN OVER FOURTY CO-ED BASKETBALL TEAM. REALLY 😯

sorry this episode has so many good ooc quotes FJDMDJSKSKKM

gene STOP calling him father

bob is being like a whole ass detective meanwhile linda and the kids are currently making The Worst Decisions Ever

h jon benjiman is doing such a good job voicing bob in this episode idk it has so much personality and sounds natural. or it's always like this and im just now appreciating it but either way A+ work

cute bob and teddy moment ❤️❤️

(ignore the awful camera quality. nothing I can do there) also love the fact that teddy can easily lift up and manhandle bob. Good to know

there's so much going on w/ this gerald guy I dont even know WHERE to begin. what a guy. wow

this is so cute and sweet im so happy!!! YOU DOUBLE FAKE WALLED HIM :D YOU SMART SMARTIE. YOURE A GENIUS BOB

"I knew I asked the right person to come help me. Yeah. Mort wouldn't answer."

"What? You called Mort first?"

"No..."

HE ASKED MORT???? LMFAO big win for tedmort shippers. I fucking guess

MORT NEVER DOUBLE FAKE WALLED ANYONE why is bob like genuinely jealous of mort and teddy right now 😭 chill out man you've got a wife at home

"let's just say it's twelve" FINALLY bob follows my very smart advice when it comes to math homework smh

ALSO THIS IS TECHNICALLY THE FIRST TIME WE'VE SEEN THEM EATING BOBS BURGERS FOR DINNER OR IN GENERAL!!! I mean it's a giant hamburger loaf but it technically was served at bob's burgers so it counts

GIANT FRENCH FRIES

aww this episode was so fun and cute!! I love the more adventure-y type episodes where they explore a new location so this episode was great and very stressful lmao. also very funny. I love bob and teddy's dynamic/back and forth throughout the episode and the weird mort mention at the end felt like they were soft launching his and teddy's relationship even though I KNOW they aren't actually. mort could replace kathleen if we believe. very solid 8/10 episode :)

#txt #bob's burgers #episode review #bb spoilers

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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Patronus- Jeong Yunho (Harry Potter AU)

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

SFW

Synopsis: Just a cute little piece of domestic Yunho and y/n but with magic. I've wanted to do a Harry Potter AU for so long so I decided why not write one with soft Yunho.

Contains: fluff, husband! Yunho, father! Yunho, Harry Potter terminology, Yunho is a professional Quidditch player because I say so

[Word Count: 2k]

Y/N had been slaving away in the kitchen for most of the morning, preparing a large meal.

Her in-laws were visiting for Sunday lunch and she wanted everything to be perfect.

Her feet ached from standing for so long and even though she knew that she could cut the time it took for her to cook and bake in half with the use of her wand, she was determined to avoid using magic. She'd always firmly believed that food should be made by hand and with love.

As she finally placed the two pies she'd been working on (one of her signature apple crumbles as well as a beautiful blackberry pie) in the oven she felt arms snake around her waist.

She was pulled back into her husband's chest and felt him kiss her neck. She chuckled and turned around in his hold to wrap her arms around his neck.

"What's up? Are you missing me?"

He nodded, "You've been busy all morning. You know you don't have to go through so much effort, my love. My parents love you and would probably be satisfied with meat, rice and that amazing kimchi you always make."

"I know; they've said so before but I still want everything to be perfect. It's not often that they come to visit us in England."

He cupped her face in one of his hands and pecked her lips, "I love you."

She smiled and pecked his lips, "And I love you."

He grinned and pulled her tight against him, leaning in to kiss her properly. She sighed happily against his mouth as she returned the kiss.

They kissed slowly and softly, just enjoying the embrace of their lover and the faint music that Y/n had playing softly in the kitchen to keep her motivated as she cooked.

He ended the kiss all too soon and kissed her nose and then her cheek as he began to slowly rock them to and fro in time with the music.

She rested her head on his shoulder and let herself be swayed, listening to him hum softly to the music.

Their warm, loving bubble was pierced by loud, high-pitched cries.

Yunho and Y/n both sighed heavily at the sound.

"Looks like someone still doesn't like naps," Y/n muttered.

"I think she just gets lonely," Yunho chuckled.

He gave his wife a quick kiss, "You finish up in here, I'll go and take care of Haneul."

"Thank you." Y/n gave him a grateful smile. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, too busy attending to their eighteen-month-old daughter who was still unable to sleep through the night. Usually, she and Yunho took turns to go and check on her but he'd been dead asleep last night and she hadn't had the heart to wake him. Being a professional Quidditch player was taxing sometimes, and he was always exhausted after matches.

Yunho left her to finish up in the kitchen and disappeared down the hall to their daughter's nursery.

It wasn't long before she heard the wails of her baby be replaced with giggles. She smiled to herself; Yunho had always been so good with kids.

She wondered what he'd done this time to get her to stop crying. Last time he'd Accio-ed a chocolate frog into the nursery and set it loose. Not ideal but Haneul had found it very amusing.

She set a timer for the pies and took off her flour-dusted apron before making her way to her husband and daughter.

She'd expected him to be doing something silly like making her toys float around the room like he often did but instead she was greeted by the sight of him sitting on the carpet with Haneul in his lap as his Patronus lit up the room.

She gasped softly as she watched the golden retriever bound through the air, tail wagging and mouth open with silent barks, casting a white-blue glow over the room.

It was beautiful and something she hadn't seen in a long time.

Haneul was mesmerised by the imagery and her little mouth was open and curved into a big smile.

Yunho was smiling too, looking between his Patronus and his daughter's face to watch her reaction.

She'd never seen his Patronus so strong and stunning. It had always been something he struggled with back in the day in school, earning him subpar grades in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It had never been a case of struggling to find a happy memory; he just had too many and could never really settle on one to focus on specifically. He would flip through his happy memories as if turning the pages in a photo album as he cast his Patronus and the constant changes in thought as he struggled to focus on one specific memory would cause the Patronus to flicker in and out of existence or have it fighting to stay lit up.

She wondered what had changed. Had he been practising or something?

He spotted her standing in the doorway and blushed. His Patronus faltered and then dissipated as he lost focus and looked at his wife.

Haneul let out a squeak of confusion at the sudden disappearance of the doggy she wanted to play with and she looked up at her dad.

He kissed her hair, lifted her and rested her on his hip as he walked over to his wife.

"Hey,"

"Hey," She responded with a soft smile, "That was beautiful, Yu."

"I… Thank you." He scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, the tips of his ears red.

"And then? Why are you so coy all of a sudden?"

"Nothing. I suppose it's just been a long time since I cast a Patronus or since you'd seen it." He responded, bouncing Haneul gently on his hip.

"Why would you be shy about it though, darling?"

"I don't know… Your Patronus has always been so vibrant and unique, mine has never really been able to compete."

"Yunho."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not sure if you saw what I just saw but that was the most beautiful Patronus you have ever cast. You would have passed with honours in DADA with that creation."

"You think?"

"Yes, I do. And what do you mean yours could never compare to mine? Honey, my Patronus is a salamander, you know that. I think everyone would much prefer your puppy over mine."

She accompanied the last part with a chuckle and reached out to stroke his cheek.

He smiled softly at her, "But fire-dwelling salamander patronuses are so rare and beautiful."

She waved off his comment.

"I'm curious though, what's changed? You'd always struggled to keep your Patronus alight, but now it's brighter than half those nitwits we went to school with."

"I mean I haven't cast it since it happened but I found a new memory to focus on a few years ago."

"It must be a really beautiful one for your Patronus to manifest like that. Can I ask what you think of?"

His cheeks flushed slightly and his gaze softened as he looked at her. He always looked at her with such love and had ever since before they started dating in fifth year. It never failed to make her heart flutter.

"Our wedding night."

Her heart melted, "Which part?"

"Well, the whole thing I suppose. How beautiful you looked in that wedding gown and how I definitely didn't cry when I heard you say 'I do'. But also afterwards."

Her cheeks flushed. A certain someone had been conceived that night.

They both looked down at Haneul who was looking up at her parents with big doe eyes and her mouth hanging open.

Yunho looked up at Y/N again with a warm grin, "She is one of the best things to happen to us and I'm glad that we decided to have her."

She felt herself tear up, "Have I ever told you how much I love you, you big dummy?"

He gave her a cheeky grin and kissed her, "I don't know, maybe you should tell me again."

She rolled her eyes and gave him a quick peck, "Maybe later when your parents leave and a certain someone is asleep I'll show you."

"Oh?"

She ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Sweetheart, you've never told me what you think of when you cast your Patronus."

"Oh," It was her turn to blush, "Remember our first date to Hogsmeade?"

He grinned at the memories, "Yeah, we wreaked havoc in Zonko's before heading to The Three Broomsticks. How could I forget?"

"Well, I think of that. It was the first time you said 'I love you.'"

His grin widened as the memories came flooding back, "Yes! I remember. It was winter and your nose and cheeks were pink from the cold. You had taken a sip of your warm butterbeer and some of the foam stayed behind on your upper lip. You looked so adorable I couldn't stop the words from falling from my mouth."

She still got butterflies so many years later, "Our first kiss also took place that day. "

"Yup. I had to help you clean that foam up somehow.", He chuckled.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Their nostalgia was cut short when Haneul decided she wasn't getting enough attention anymore and started crying again.

"Oh no, don't cry, princess." Yunho moved her to let her head rest on his shoulder and rocked her in his arms. She was getting bigger every day but she still looked so small in Yunho's arms.

"Do you want mummy to show you pretty lights like daddy did?"

Haneul probably had no clue what he meant but the soft voice of her dad calmed her a little and she looked up at him through her wet lashes.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Drama queen."

But she took her wand out from her back pocket nevertheless.

"Expecto Patronum!" She said softly but firmly. Contrary to popular belief, you don't have to yell the spell out like your life depends on it, usually just being firm and having a strong intent works. Unless you're planning on visiting Azkaban anytime soon- yelling might be necessary there. Dementors don't discriminate.

No sooner had she spoken the words, a salamander appeared in the air in a brilliant blue glow.

It swam through the air and twirled as it did so, mock flames rising from it's skin. It was a pretty delightful sight. Haneul and Yunho thought so too, watching it with identical smiles and bright eyes. They looked so alike.

Haneul giggled and pulled Yunho's wand from his hoodie pocket. He took it from her just before she could stick it in her mouth. There were already a few teeth marks on the almond wood handle and his friends and teammates in his Quidditch team teased him every time they saw it.

He moved to hold her on his hip with one arm and held out his wand and conjured up his Patronus with firm words and a swish of his wand.

Haneul clapped her hands together in pure joy as Yunho's Patronus bounced through the air, silently barking as it chased Y/Ns.

Y/N couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she watched her salamander scramble to get away from the big paws of the golden retriever.

Eventually, she started giggling so much that she lost focus and her Patronus faded away.

He stopped paying attention to his Patronus too, too busy lovingly gazing at his wife.

He wrapped his free arm around his wife, pulling her against his chest. He held both his girls in his arms and pressed kisses to each of their foreheads.

His little family would never lack in happy memories and he would make sure of it.

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good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic · 1 year

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A whole piece on our Glenn being underrated and overlooked!

The article gets into some of his school days, Juilliard and his perspective on acting, his work on Sunny, leaving Sunny after season 12 when he'd thought the show should end (can't wait for that podcast conversation in 3 years or maybe even in Season 6 if they ever address Glenn Howerton Burnout No. 1), and later coming back, continuing to push his boundaries in acting in season 15 with the Ireland arc, and working with director Matt Johnson on Blackberry.

(Gonna use colours now to better distinguish screenshots of the article from my stuff for anyone not using dark mode)

A lot of it is quotes from Charlie and Rob, who are properly frustrated that he's been so overlooked (them, the original Glenn girlies!), his wife Jill, Megan and other people he's worked with, like an old drama teacher from school and Mike O'Brien from AP Bio.

(ok seriously who airbrushed and smoothed the shit out of his beautiful old wrinkly face in this photo, they need to be flogged)

There's also quotes from people, like the Lost writer who's a known Sunny fan and also co-wrote The Hunt, who watched him do his thing in Blackberry and think it's finally going to get him the recognition he's deserved all along.

CALL. THEM. OUT.

Honestly, all of this is just giving me a lot of respect for Matt Johnson, who was looking for comedic actors to play dramatic roles, specifically wanted Glenn to play Jim in Blackberry and had to fight to get him the role because Canadian productions with Canadian funding don't like using outside actors. This guy saw the vision and he was cool with Glenn getting that stupid haircut too.

Apparently, when Glenn received the script, his first thought was why me, shouldn't some bigshot do this role... he's such an idiot.

Something we've always known and the article confirms again is about how he's clearly grateful for the opportunities they have with Sunny, the kind that few writers/actors ever get with that level of creative control (something they get reminded of by other people in the industry a lot) but he's also been the most stifled by it of anyone in the cast because of his goal of being an actor more than the others, and so it gives him these mixed feelings about the longevity of the show.

I don't know if they've ever confirmed that RCG talked about ending the show around season 12.

He's not wrong. We know that once he came back to season 13, he did his rewrites on all the scripts featuring Dennis even though he wasn't fully back to writing yet. I personally don't think they should continue the show if any of them leave. They're better off taking longer breaks between the seasons like Curb does.

Good on you Rob. You tell them.

Seriously, they'd better now give him something good and interesting, so that it's not just us Sunny stans screaming into the void like usual.

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Never Have I Ever

Chapter 14 - The Beaumont Bash - Part 1

Book- TRR

Series- Never Have I Ever

Pairings- Bertrand x MC

Chapter Synopsis- Feelings get more complicated when the court arrives for the Beaumont bash.

Chapter Warnings- language, sensuality

Rating - Mature

Word Count- 2,010

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Chapter 14 - The Beaumont Bash - Part 1

The next morning Riley entered the kitchen for breakfast, and Bertrand followed a moment later. He smiled and acknowledged her politely, as if he hadn’t slept in her bed last night. “Good morning, Lady Riley.”

She grinned, “Morning Bert.”

The two locked eyes for a moment, exchanging private smiles.

“Uh, good morning Maxwell!” Max said in amusement, from his spot at the kitchen table where he was having a blackberry scone and tea. “Hope you guys didn’t miss me too much last night.”

“Yes, yes, good morning Maxwell.” Bertrand said, busying himself at the stove with a cup of tea. “I hope you didn’t get into too much trouble last night.”

Riley sat down beside Max with a grin. “Good morning, sunshine! Sooo, tell me how your date went,” Riley said, taking a bite of his scone.

Max smiled conspiratorially, “Let’s just say the Amazing Armando is indeed amazing. I swear I can barely walk today!”

“Ha!” Riley chuckled, “Same.”

She froze once she realized what she just implied. Bertrand still had no idea that she had told Maxwell about their arrangement, and Max had no idea that they had sex. Her eyes widened and she quickly glanced behind her at Bertrand, who had turned away, a telltale blush creeping up his neck. “I mean.. Because I was working so hard yesterday preparing for the court’s arrival! And my.. legs are tired.”

Maxwell’s jaw hung open and he looked between the two of them, though neither would meet his eyes. He kicked Riley’s leg under the table, and mouthed, “What the hell!? Details!”

Riley shook her head and checked behind her for Bertrand, but he had disappeared. “You seriously want details about what me and your brother did last night?” She whispered.

“Uh, if it involves Bertrand no longer being a thirty year old virgin, then yes I want details!”

Riley looked down, trying not to grin. “A lady shouldn’t talk about such things.”

Maxwell smiled delightedly, “You screwed him, didn’t you? Oh, you slutty queen!”

RIley laughed, “I should be calling you that! Spending the night with the Amazing Armand after one date!”

“Uh, it’s Armand-o!,” Max corrected her. “Can’t forget the ‘o’ because he sure as hell didn’t.” Maxwell sighed as he reminisced. “Several ‘o’s’ in fact..”

“Maxwell!” Riley chuckled. “Damn, you did have fun last night!”

“Sounds like you did too.” Max smirked, “And I’ll gladly share my title of slutty queen with you.”

The two friends laughed together and Maxwell sipped his tea thoughtfully. “You know, I called it from the beginning.”

“Called what?”

His mouth rose into a smirk, “You guys are totally in love now.”

“What?! You’re crazy!”

Max ignored her, shimmying in his seat excitedly. “I always wanted a sister!”

“Max! It’s not like that!”

Just then a maid entered the room and the conversation abruptly ended, much to Riley’s relief.

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Bertand couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. The court would begin arriving in a couple hours and normally he would be a nervous wreck, but not today. Today everything seemed right with the world. Nothing could bring him down.

His phone chimed with a text and he smiled even brighter when he saw who it was from- Riley. She had sent him a picture of herself in the dress she was planning to wear that day. God, she looks gorgeous. Of course he couldn’t tell her those exact words, it wouldn’t be appropriate. So he responded, “That dress is quite acceptable for the court’s arrival.”

She sent back a kissing smiley face with a heart, and butterflies fluttered in his chest.

Bertrand sat his phone back on the counter and grinned at himself in the mirror as he fixed his hair. I look pretty darn good today. Just then his phone chimed again and he quickly snatched it back up, excited to see what Riley was sending him now.

His heart dropped as he read it. “I can’t wait to see you today!” From Savannah.

Savannah. He had utterly and completely forgotten about her existence. Now she’s coming here and she’s excited to see me. He sighed and sat the phone back on the counter, and his stomach twisted with guilt.

The past few weeks he had been living in a fantasy world, but now it was time to wake up. The coronation was happening very soon and there was a chance that Riley would be chosen. In fact, the press was naming Riley, Olivia, and Madeleine as the ‘frontrunners’ for queen. Whatever Liam and Drake had between them clearly wasn’t anything more than physical.. and maybe he had read too much into the whole thing in the first place. It's not like he actually saw anything happen between them.

He should be happy. After all, Riley becoming queen was the plan from the beginning.

With a heavy sigh, Bertrand buttoned up his suit jacket and made his way downstairs, ready to play the perfect, proper Duke of Ramsford.

Just the way he was expected to.

The way it would be for the rest of his life.

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Riley, Bertrand, and Maxwell greeted their noble guests as they arrived in the grand dining room for dinner. Riley mingled politely with the other ladies of court while they gossiped and chatted about Liam and the Beaumont bash which was taking place after dinner that night.

Liam made his way over to the group and held his hand out to Riley. “If you ladies will excuse us, I would like a word with our hostess for the evening.”

Riley followed Liam to a private corner of the room where they sat together. “It’s lovely to see you again, Lady Riley,” Liam smiled that charming prince smile and she couldn’t help but return it.

“You too, Your Highness.”

“I thought I told you to call me Liam,” he grinned cheekily.

“I thought I told you to call me Riley,” she quipped back and Liam chuckled.

“The estate is lovely. Bertrand told me that you had a hand in choosing some of the decor?”

“Oh, yes! Can you actually believe he gave up some control and let me and Max help?”

Liam chuckled, “Not really. The duke has always been a control freak.. Likes things to be just so. Which is why I find myself feeling a bit sorry for you.”

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Being under constant scrutiny by Bertrand Beaumont must be exhausting.”

Riley watched Bertrand across the room, engaging their guests with a perfect air of confidence and propriety, and she couldn't help but smile fondly. “Nah. He’s cool.”

“Cool?!” Liam laughed, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone describe Bertrand as ‘cool’, but I suppose you’ve gotten to know him better than most these past few months.”

Riley felt her cheeks heat up. She certainly had.

Just then, Savannah made her way over to Bertrand, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Riley watched with rapt attention, trying to decipher what they were saying. Bertrand looked down shyly, while a faint blush colored his cheeks, and Riley felt her stomach drop. They were flirting.. And Savannah made him blush.

Of course he’s flirting with her. He likes her.

Liam cleared his throat, “Riley? Earth to Riley? Did you hear anything I said?”

Riley shook off her stupor, and turned to Liam ruefully. “I’m so sorry, Liam. I was just.. Distracted for a moment. I suppose I’m a bit tired.”

Liam smiled, “Well, perhaps dinner will help you get reenergized.”

“I’m sure it will.” Riley tried to smile, but her attention once again returned to Savannah and Bertrand while they laughed together.

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Riley found herself seated at the head table during dinner, Liam, Regina, and Constantine on her left, Bertrand and Maxwell on her right.

She smiled amiably, practiced impeccable table manners, engaged in polite conversation with the royal family, and by all means, was the perfect lady. But everything about the evening felt forced on her part. At one point, she crossed her legs and accidentally brushed her foot against Bertrand, who immediately blushed and jerked away.

So of course she had to do it again, intentionally.

Riley slipped her shoe off and casually stretched out her leg, sliding it along Bertrand’s ankle. He sucked in a breath and sputtered and coughed, face growing red.

“Dear boy, are you alright?” Constantine asked in concern.

Bertrand cleared his throat and plastered on a smile. “My apologies, Your Majesty. I’m alright now.” He glanced at Riley briefly and blushed all over again.

Riley smiled, wondering how far he would let this go. She slid her foot up Bertrand’s pant leg slightly, rubbing up and down his calf. His face was flushed, and his breathing was becoming labored, but the royal family were talking amongst themselves and paying them no mind.

Savannah who, she thought to herself with a smile.

She casually reached over to Bertrand’s lap and caressed his upper thigh with her fingertips. He shivered, but still didn't stop her.

Ya, he likes it.

Riley dropped her napkin on the floor and as she leaned under the table to pick it up, grazed her hand across the front of Bertrand’s crotch.

“Riley!” Bertrand gasped, and everyone at their table turned to look at him. “I, er.. “

Riley quickly sat up and formulated a lie. “Bertrand was just reminding me to take my.." The only thing that came to mind was the medication her mother took any time she ate dairy. “..lactase supplement.”

Liam turned to her in surprise, “I didn’t know you were lactose intolerant, Lady Riley.”

“Oh ya, I totally bloat up like a pufferfish if I forget my pill.” She tried not to visibly cringe at how unladylike she just sounded.

“It’s true,” Maxwell added, “Digestive health is no joke.”

Now she was beginning to sweat while the royal family gawked at her. Riley cut her eyes over and Bertrand was pinching the bridge of his nose, while Max held his hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking as he attempted to contain his laughter.

Regina cleared her throat. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to have digestive issues and miss your first Beaumont bash. Of course you should take your medication.”

They looked at her expectantly and Riley nodded. “Oh.. yes of course.” She dug around in her purse, pretending to remove a pill, before “swallowing” it.

Thankfully dessert was served, interrupting the awkward hell that this dinner had become. Riley supposed she deserved it after torturing Bertrand like that.

Regina leaned forward to speak to Riley directly. “If you will indulge me, I have a bit of a personal question for you, Lady Riley.”

Riley plastered on a polite smile. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

Regina’s face grew serious. “I know this isn’t the life you grew up in, and the past few months have been a big change for you. So, I have to ask.. if you are chosen as Liam’s bride, do you feel you would want to continue this life on a daily basis? And would you be ready, not only to marry, but also to be queen?”

Riley froze, as all eyes fell on her. She immediately looked from Bertrand, to Liam, then back to Bertrand. “I..”

Bertrand interrupted, “Of course she would be ready!”

Regina chuckled, “I know you’re invested as her sponsor, but there’s no need to answer for her, Duke Bertrnd.”

Riley’s heart crashed to the floor. Even after everything, he still wants me to marry Liam. She forced a smile. “No, Bertrand’s right.. Of course I would.”

Constantine clapped his hands together with a grin. “Well, that satisfies me. Unless my lovely wife has any more forthright questions for our son’s suitor?”

Regina swatted his arm playfully. “Oh, darling, you know I’m just concerned for Liam’s future.”

Bertrand tapped his glass, and stood to address the entire room. “Now that the dessert has been served, the grand hall is open. Please join us there for after dinner festivities as we celebrate the end of the social season with the annual Beaumont bash!”

While everyone excitedly exited the dining room, Riley made her way to the nearest bathroom, trying and failing to keep her tears at bay.

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